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[Neil]

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REDEMPTION V
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
Mercedes-Benz Superdome in New Orleans, Louisiana

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REGULAR RULES
Jiraiya Kaito vs. Vendetta
Written by: Nathan

Ferdinand: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, hailing from Seattle, Washington and weighing in at two hundred and nineteen pounds. He is Veeeennnnnndddeeeettttttttaaa!

"Cold" by Crossfade hits; which sends the crowd into a booing frenzy. The curtain brushes aside and Vendetta makes his way onto the top of the stage. He hesitates for a moment, looking amongst the crowd with an arrogant smile on his face, before proceeding towards the ring. He rolls into the ring and backs into a neutral corning; all the while smiling as the crowd continues to show them how they feel.

Ferdinand: And introducing his opponent, Naha, Okinawa, Japan and weighing in at one hundred and eighty-nine pounds. He is Jiiiirrrraaaiiiyyyaa Kkkaaaiiitttoooo!

The arena lights turn off, leaving nothing but darkness. As the crowd wonders what's going on, a loud guitar riff blares over the arena speakers causing blue lights to illuminate the stage area. The lone guitar riff is then accompanied by a rapid drum beat, along with white strobe lights keeping rhythm with the drums. The drums stop temporarily, only leaving four guitar chords and blue lights flashing in tune with them. A voice then shouts "GO!!!" which causes fire to explode center stage. "Final Destination" by Coldrain then begins to play the main part of their song over the arena speakers as Kaito is launched from underneath the stage behind the fire. When he lands, the fire disappears revealing himself to the fans in attendance. With blue and white lights flashing in tune to the music, Kaito then begins his walk down the ramp to the ring while the fans have their hands outstretched to him. Kaito then slides into the ring and immediately heads up the nearest turnbuckle, climbing up to the middle one. He looks down at the turnbuckle and mutters an incantation to himself before pounding the turnbuckle with a fist then flexes and yells at the fans. He then leaps down from the turnbuckles and runs the ropes while the arena lights go back to normal.

The bell rings. Both men, eager to start this match, quickly lunge towards each other and enter a immediate stalemate in the center of the ring. They are entangled in the lock up, as the crowd is immediately chanting "Kaito! Kaito! Kaito!" as the two competitors struggle for the advantage. The PWA Hall of Fame member eventually gains the upperhand, spinning Vendetta down into a side-headlock. Kaito is applying a lot of torque and pain to the Seattle native's head and neck area, which forces Vendetta to free himself by pushing Kaito forward. The former PWA World Heavyweight champion hits the ropes, ducks under a Clothesline attempt from his opponent, and bounces off the ropes on the other side of the ring. Vendetta turns around and immediately eats a boot as Kaito catches him with a Spinning Back Kick! Vendetta holds onto his jaw in pain as he climbs to a vertical base, only to be knocked back onto his ass via a Standing Lariat; and Kaito is quickly to capitalize as he forcefully stomps on Vendetta's midsection, which causes the Seattle native to lift into a seated position. From here, Kaito rains down hard with strong kicks to his chest, followed by stiff kicks to his back, and finishes off the assault with a devastating kick to the face! Vendetta is down, and in a world of hurt, as Kaito drops and hooks the leg: 1............2...KICK OUT! The crowd "awws" after the kick out, and immediately indulge in a "Vendetta Sucks! Vendetta Sucks!" chant for good measure.

Franks: Well, earlier this week we saw a new side of Vendetta, and it's obvious these fans in attendance are not happy with him. And, apparently, neither is Kaito as he nearly knocked his head off! But I'm sure it's for other reasons that Vendetta's sudden change in mindset.

Quadros: Carl, Vendetta has finally seen the light. Look at these fans; they are all slobs. Hell, I'm sure if you look hard enough you may find your real father somewhere in the crowd.

Kaito quickly positions himself and flips backwards with a Standing Moonsault! He hooks the leg once more: 1..........2......KICK OUT! Another dissatisfied response from the fans, but this time another "Kaito! Kaito! Kaito!"chant starts as the former champion climbs to his feet. Kaito heads towards the ropes and immediately scales to the top. He's looking to crush Vendetta like a bug, as he jumps off -- catching huge air -- and attempts to land the Double Stomp II, but Vendetta managed to roll out of the way just in time! The Seattle native rolls into the legs of the referee and grabs his pants, trying to use them to pull himself up. Kaito, meanwhile, is moving in like a lion on his prey. The referee tries to free himself, but Vendetta is not releasing his grip. The referee finally spins free, but as he does his back is turned to the wrestlers, and Vendetta reacts quickly and spins back to catch Kaito with a blatant low blow, which everyone except the referee witnessed! The referee returns his attention to the match and sees Kaito bent forward, holding onto his groin. He tries to say something to Vendetta, but the Seattle native ignores him as he jumps up -- full of adrenaline -- and catches Kaito with a big-time Double Arm DDT! Both men are down as the referee checks on them before beginning his ten count.

Franks: Did you see that, Ray? I can't believe the referee missed that.

Quadros: Missed what? I think we all saw that beautiful DDT.

Franks: You know what I'm talking about, Ray. Everyone saw the low blow; including you!

Quadros: I saw a DDT? You're confusing me, Carl.

Franks: It's easy to do.

The crowd is booing loudly as the referee reaches four on his count before Kaito is staggers to his feet. He's still feeling the pain from the low blow, but he's doing his best to fight through it as he moves in on his opponent. Vendetta is on his knees, and Kaito reaches to lift him the rest of the way, and Vendetta reacts quickly with a roll up! The referee slides to make the count: 1...........2......KICK OUT! The crowd gives a sigh of relief in unison as Vendetta uses the ropes to pull himself upright. He has a smirk on his face as he moves towards Kaito, who quickly returns the unexpected favor with a roll up of his own: 1.............2.....KICK OUT! The crowd "awws" again as the referee holds up two fingers.

Franks: A little back and forth action here. Vendetta nearly caught Kaito with a roll up, and Kaito tried to do the same.

Quadros: That, right there, shows Kaito's unoriginality. Why do the same move your opponent just did? Geez.

Franks: Oh shut up, Ray. I'd rather call this match by myself than listen to you.

Both men are back to their feet in a hurry and immediately lock up once more in the center of the ring! Vendetta uses his slight size advantage to push Kaito into the corner. They are stuck in their hold, as the referee squeezes between them to break it up. As he does, Vendetta quickly pokes Kaito in the eye, as the referee once again missed his cheating. Kaito stumbles out of the corner, holding onto his eye, as Vendetta kicks him in the midsection. He catches Kaito with a quick Belly-to-Belly Suplex, which sends Kaito crashing hard to the mat. Vendetta gets to his feet, quickly scales the ropes, and comes off with a nice flying Leg Drop! He hooks the leg: 1............2........KICK OUT! Vendetta is quick to his feet and lays into Kaito with a series of stomps. He's relentless in his attack, as he's hitting Kaito's shoulders, chest, midsection, and even his head. The crowd is trying to get behind Kaito, but it's not helping as he's doing everything he can to block the boot! Vendetta finally picks Kaito up and sends him stumbling into the turnbuckle.

Quadros: It looks like Vendetta is in complete control of this match, Carl. I don't think it's going to last much longer.

Franks: We all know Kaito; he has more heart than anyone. He's not finished.

Vendetta charges into the corner, and misses badly with a Big Splash as Kaito slides out of the way. Vendetta crashes hard and stumbles backwards. Kaito catches him and sends him flying overhead with a Dragon Suplex! The crowd explodes as Kaito crawls over and makes the pin: 1..............2.....KICK OUT! The referee quickly holds up two fingers, as Kaito and Vendetta are both down in the ring.

Franks: And it was nearly over right there! These two men are putting on one hell of an opening match tonight.

Both men are stirring and finally make it to a vertical base. They meet in the center of the ring, exchanging rights and lefts. Vendetta blocks one, and hits Kaito with a quick series of rights, but Kaito blocks one and returns the favor! They are going back and forth until Kaito catches the advantage with a quick inside leg kick, which doubles Vendetta over. He sends the Seattle native into the ropes and looks to hit him with Clothesline, but Vendetta ducks it, stops in his tracks, and immediately connects with a Dropkick to the back of Kaito's head! Vendetta moves in quickly for yet another pin attempt: 1..............2.........KICK OUT!!!! The crowd immediately begins a chant for Kaito as Vendetta cannot believe he managed to kick out once again.

Franks: I don't know if these two are ever going to quit. Terrific effort by both men here tonight!

Quadros: I counted three, so this match should be over! We need to hire more competent referees!

Vendetta slowly gets to his feet and lifts Kaito to a vertical base as well. He tries to send Kaito into the corner, but the Hall of Famer reverses it and sends Vendetta flying into the turnbuckle! He charges in and connects with a strong Clothesline! Vendetta stumbles forward and Kaito sends him charging into the opposite corner. He runs in once again, looking for another Clothesline, but Vendetta manages to duck out of the way. Kaito catches the corner, stumbles backwards, and Vendetta manages to catch him with the Rear Naked Choke! He falls onto his back and scissors Kaito's body as the referee gets down to check on the action. Kaito tries to fight the hold, and the crowd is getting behind him, but it proves to be too much as Kaito is forced to tap! The referee calls for the bell, but Vendetta is not releasing the hold. He continues to apply as much torque and pressure he can on Kaito's neck, effectively cutting off his windpipe!

Franks: Oh, come on! This is ridiculous. The match is over, Vendetta.

Quadros: This is a good show.

The referee tries to free Kaito, but he's not having any success. Vendetta keeps the hold locked in for a few more seconds before willingly releasing the hold. His music hits as he climbs to his feet and smiles arrogantly. The crowd is chanting "Vendetta Sucks!" loudly as the referee checks on Kaito.

Ferdinand: The winner of this match, via submission, Veennnddettttttaaaa!

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IT'S A TRAP!
Written by: Will

Backstage, the camera focuses on Dexter Davis, walking down a corridor with the purpose and focus of a wrestler who has a big title match coming up later tonight. Suddenly his path is blocked by a backstage hand, running towards him, out of breath.

RING CREW: Dexter! Dexter!

DAVIS: What?

RING CREW: It's Freya! I think Natasha has got her!

DAVIS: SHIT!

There is a faint muffled sound coming from a room down the cavernous corridor complex backstage in the bowels of the Superdome. Recognizing the tone of his wife's voice immediately, Dex rushes towards the sound and opens the door to see his beloved wife, tied to a chair with a gag across her mouth. Freya shakes her head as Dex rushes to his wife's aid and removes the gag across her mouth to be greeted with the following words...

FREYA: DEX! IT'S A...

And the door closes behind the talented young star as Chris Card and Natasha emerge from the shadows, Card armed with his steel briefcase, Natasha armed with nothing more than an evil smile.

CARD: Allow me to complete that sentence. This, Mr Davis, is what they would call a trap.

DAVIS: YOU BASTARD!

Dexter Davis leaps at Card, anger welling up across his facial features. Dex lands a couple of meaty looking punches to Card's face but unfortunately leaves his back exposed so Natasha has plenty of room to punt kick him square in the crotch area, dropping the Primetime Champion to his knees. Card smiles his cracked gravestone smile and swings his briefcase at Dexter's head, sending Davis sprawling across the floor.

FREYA: NO!

CARD: You know Mrs Davis, you are in little position to negotiate.

Card adds a meaty stomp to Dexter's ribcage, causing Davis to curl up a little into the foetal position.

CARD: You do, however, have the perfect seat for watching this.

Another stomp.

CARD: You see, Mr Davis...

And another.

CARD: You may decide to ban my associates from ringside...

And another.

CARD: But you didn't say anything about backstage...

And another, this one with an air of finality to it.

CARD: Now did you? See you later tonight. If you make it.

Card walks away laughing, and takes time to slip a $100 bill to the ring attendant who had delivered the message, leaving the scene of carnage behind him as road agents run in to cut Freya free and check on the condition of Dexter Davis.

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REGULAR RULES
Eric McLean vs. Captain Howdy
Written by: Sam

Franks: This next bout is a battle of Classic PWA Vs Neo PWA; When Captain Howdy takes on Eric “The Red” Mclean!

Quadros: I hate the way you worded that; Classic Vs Neo...Sounds so pretentious...

Franks: I think it sums up the match perfectly; we have PWA staple and main stay Captain Howdy Vs up and comer Eric Mclean.

Quadros: Staple? Main-Stay? You may have well called Howdy bland for all that matters...How about calling him THE most un-predictable wrestler to EVER grace the ring; that would be a fairer statement.

Franks: I didn’t mean any offence in my statement; and I highly doubt anyone but you would thinks so.

Quadros: Lets hope Howdy heard what you said so he can tare you limb from limb.

The announcers continue their trade mark bickering as the camera pans over to Freddy Ferdinand who is wearing a rather festive red bow tie with flashing lights.

Ferdinand: The next bout is scheduled for ONE FALL and has a thirty minutes time limit!

The fans cheer with anticipation as Ferdinand looks to the entrance ramp.

Ferdinand: First representing Modern Day Future and weighing in at 233Lbs we give you ERIC “THE RED” MCLEAN!!!

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

Ferdinand: And his opponent...Hailing from Coney Island New York and Weighing in at 254Lbs...He is CAPTAIN HOWDY!!!

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

Quadros: Howdy looks ferocious tonight.

Franks: When doesn’t he?

The bell sounds starting this one off when Red and Howdy step forward and lock up with a collar and elbow tie-up; the bigger and more muscular Howdy turns this into a headlock and wrenches back on Eric’s neck violently as if he is trying to break Eric’s neck.

Quadros: Howdy is trying to rip Eric’s head McLean off! Ha, ha...

Franks: Your jokes are pathetic.

Quadros: Your wife said the same thing about your sexual prowess.

Franks: Will you please...

Howdy wrenches back again and again with as much muster as he can, thus brining McLean down to one knee, but here McLean pushes the Captain forward and out of the headlock sending the bigger man to the ropes; Howdy fires back and is waffled with a drop kick to the chest on his return, Howdy staggers as McLean runs to the ropes and fires at him with a forearm smash staggering the big man again.

Franks: What do you have to do to get Captain Howdy off his feet?

Quadros: Banana Skin?

Here McLean hits a few more elbow strikes for good measure before backing up and into the ropes charging back ready for big roaring elbow when Howdy flattens him to the ground with a Heart Punch clean to Red’s chest; Red looks up from the floor at the 6’4 250Lbs plus Captain Howdy but only before a brief second as Howdy runs and kicks the seated Eric square in the face; Howdy drops down and covers Red...

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Howdy rocks back onto his knees and then instantly applies a Tongan Claw to the jaw of Eric McLean; who kicks his legs in pain while trying to free himself from the grip with his hands; But Captain Howdy is having none of it and stands lifting Eric by his jaw.

Quadros: There isn’t a move in PWA history as nasty as the PEZ Dispenser.

Innovative and monstrous The Captain then hoists Eric up for a Tongan Grip/Choke-slam Combo when Eric wraps his legs around the Howdy’s arms and rolls him to the ground and into a cross arm breaker.

Franks: What a reversal by Eric McLean; and in the nick of time too.

Quadros: That’s the ting about facing a man like Howdy; once the ball gets rolling he is unstoppable.

Franks: Can you imagine the damage a PEZ Dispenser Choke-slam combo would have caused?

Quadros: I ‘m pretty sure it would have been the end to this match.

Eric pulls back hard on Howdy’s arm and uses his MMA style and knowledge to really apply pressure to the manoeuvre; Howdy starts to fight out of the hold when Eric lifts his left leg and then brings it crashing down across the sternum of Captain Howdy, not once but twice!

Franks: McLean’s mat skills and ring awareness are second to none.

Quadros: Oh really? I wonder what Chris Card would have to say about that?

Again Howdy attempts to roll over, only this time he is a little more successful; he turns on his side, gets his footing and then stands pulling McLean up into a Powerbomb position; Howdy slams but McLean rolls out with a nifty Hurricanranna sending Howdy flying forward and onto the middle rope.

Franks: This young kid has SO MUCH potential!

Quadros: Shame Howdy is going to destroy him.

McLean runs up and crashes both knees across the back of Captain Howdy how yells out in pain; Mclean then hits a few hard kicks to the rib area of Howdy as he lays almost motionless over the second rope...Mclean backs up and runs at Howdy again only this time Howdy moves out of the way sending McLean through the ropes; BUT McLean manages to grab the ropes stopping himself crashing to the ground; he skims the cat but as he rolls back over into the ring Captain Howdy wraps his arms around Mclean’s waist and lifts him high up and over with a devastating German Suplex!!! Which causes the crowd too “OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” Loudly!

Quadros: This is why I never bet against the captain; his power, skill and barbarism know no boundaries.

Howdy instantly grabs McLean by his hair and lifts him back to his wobbly feet before doubling him over with a knee to the midsection and then lifting high and down with a sit out Powerbomb and a cover!!

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Howdy sits back on his knees again, this time wondering what he has to do in order to take out this young hotshot; but as he does this McLean swings his legs up and around the neck of Captain Howdy while pulling his arm in locking in a variation of the Triangle Choke.

Franks: Mclean is one of the most dangerous men when he is on his back, he can trick you into a false sense of security and then counter almost anything you try with a submission attempt.

Quadros: I hear your wife is quiet dangerous on her back too?

McLean really puts his entire lower body strength into the move to the point that Howdy’s face turns bright red with the pain...But much like when Eric had the Cross Arm Breaker locked in Howdy some how manages to get his footing and return to a vertical base this time however he pulls McLean in close and drops him to the mat with a Tombstone Piledriver!!! Howdy falls onto his back as McLean looks up at the lights breathing heavily.

Franks: We are at a stalemate here; neither of these guys is willing to give up.

Quadros: McLean is young and hungry, while Howdy is a dominant veteran who wants’ to get back on top.

Franks: For once you are right Ray.

Both men slowly get back to their feet; Howdy uses the ropes for leverage as Eric pulls himself with the turnbuckle; Both men turn to face eachother, both worse for wear after their battle and both wanting the win over the other...And so they clash in the centre of the ring firing rights, lefts, forearms and European uppercuts...Howdy backs Mclean up after two sharp uppercuts and then follows in with a forearm to the chest...Mclean backs the ropes as Howdy fire’s a knee to the stomach.

Franks: What an exchange of blows; McLean didn’t give an inch until Howdy landed those European Uppercuts.

Quadros: Howdy is 20Lbs heavier and four inches taller; his reach is what aided him in this exchange.

McLean doubles over as Howdy double under hooks both his arms and pulls him up and over into the Playtime's Over position!!!

Quadros: PLAY TIME IS INDEED OVER!

Howdy walks to the centre of the ring and then jumps back ready to drill Red head first to the mat; but as he does this McLean rocks backwards and somehow rolls over onto his feet where he pulls Howdy into reverse DDT position and spins him out with double rotation dropping him hard to mat with the Red Alert!!!

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Ferdinand: Here is your winner!!!! ERIC “THE RED” MCLEAN!!!!

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RE-BIRTH?
Written by: Sam

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.

Quadros: Woohoo! Something I actually give a shit about.

Franks: Please...

“The Artist” steps out on stage with a microphone in his hand he looks out the fans clad in his wrestling attire and then raises the microphone to his lips.

Zex: Cut the music...I...I...This music..It’s an association to the past; to a life I want to move away from...So that I...That WE can start again.

Stinkfist by tool suddenly gets cut off as a humble Zex makes his way to the ring with a microphone in his hand, he stops just outside the ring and looks out at the fans with a concerned look on his face before sucking it up and entering the ring.

Franks: Zex looks a little different here tonight.

Quadros: He is just in the zone; he has some douche-bags to destroy later on tonight.

Franks: Douche-Bags; What are you fifteen?

He stands in the centre of the ring and then raises the microphone to his mouth as the fans look on eagerly.

Zex: I’m not out here to bitch or moan guys, nor am I here to verbally berate my opponents in the main event; I am simply here because I owe you all an apology; it’s been a trying year for me and I allowed my demons to overwhelm me, I allowed my passion for this sport to turn in to jealousy and then I became blinded by the success I was having...My actions over the past year have been WHACK!

The fans offer a mixed reaction of cheers and boos that completely fill the arena as Zex nods his head taking in everything as if it was one huge surreal moment.

Franks: A bold move asking the fans for forgiveness.

Quadros: Zex couldn’t give a damn about these jerks; he is just playing head games with his opponents so they underestimate him later on tonight.

Zex: I don’t expect you guys to cheer for me over night; I know it will take time for me to prove myself once again; but within just over two weeks I feel that I have come so far from the tragic acts I have committed; GONE is the darkness I allowed to control, those demons have been slain...And now I stand here as “The Artist” you know and love!

Franks: Here’s hoping.

Quadros: Like I said he is playing everyone like a grade a con-man.

The fans react a little louder this time as they can see the conviction in Zex’s eyes and his clearly changed demeanour.

Zex: Tonight is DO OR DIE for me; it’s put up or shut up! It’s time for the real Zex to step forward and show the world that I STILL GOT IT. I don’t know what the future holds and I really couldn’t tell you guys what’s in store for me after tonight...All I know is I WANT ANOTHER CHANCE to use life for what it’s for...To do the right thing by you the PWA fanbase.

A small Zex chant breaks out within a portion of the fans, showing that his words have won some of them over.

Franks: It will take more than words Zack; you spent a life time living for these guys and then threw it all away when you returned to PWA.

Quadros: Ha, ha, ha; the CON-Artist even has you hooked; wait till tonight when he screws his way to his first PWA Heavyweight Championship; your jaws will drop while I cheer loudly.

Zex: I’ll admit; saying sorry to you guys might get old, but I promise you I will prove myself with my actions tonight; the future is passing and all I am asking you guys is to give me a chance, to give me the time of day to make the change and make a difference...I know it’s wrong but it’s all I am going to ask of you; just trust in me ONE LAST TIME.

Quadros: Listen to these suckers they are cheering; in just a few words Zex has got them cheering.

Franks: They may be cheering but they are not yet cheering his name...

Quadros: Like he cares?

Zex: I have so much I want to give back to PWA; I have things inside me that No one has ever seen, and I know you can see it that you feel the same way too...this is my rebirth my Redemption and you will NEVER see the end of the REAL Zack. E. Xavier. I will go place nobody every goes, I will do the things you guys never dreamed possible and I will do this knowing that there WILL NEVER BE ANOTHER like me...All I want is that last chance to prove myself...And I hope you will give me that chance.

Franks: If he is true to his word...Then I am willing to give him another chance.

Quadros: You would.

Franks: Your right Ray, I would because I am not a fickle SOB like you...However I think Zex may have some trouble convincing the guys in the locker rooms that he has changed.

“The Artist” lays the microphone in the centre of the ring and then looks out to the fans where he begins to applaud them for understanding; here he exits the ring and backs up the ramp nodding to the fans and saying thank you.

[Neil]

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REGULAR RULES
Ryan Shane vs. Jack Gaither
Written by: John

*We find ourselves back at the announcers table, where Carl Franks and Ray Quadros sandwich a 285 pound bald gentleman wearing a charcoal gray suit with matching tie.*

CARL FRANKS; Well fans, it’s about time to get ready for the first of our triple main event here, and—

RAY QUADROS: It’s about effing time for Gaither’s final PWA match, and I’m lookin’ forward to seeing him get creamed again.

CARL: We’ll leave that up to the match itself, but ladies and gentlemen, we have a very special guest at ringside. He comes to us “on loan” from our friends in the MWA: former NFL offensive lineman Rufus Poe—“The Porkchop” as he’s called by fans and friends alike! Welcome to the PWA.

RUFUS “PORKCHOP” POE: I’ll tell you what Carl and Ray, it’s a wonderful honor to be here in New Orleans tonight, and after watching tapes of both men, I’d say this will be pretty even!

[DING-DING-DING!]

FREDDY FERDINAND: The following contest is scheduled for one fall…and there will be NO DISQUALIFICATIONS!!

*Oh boy, speaking of no DQs, the crowd begins to buzz as we find Jack Gaither and Ryan Shane going at it onstage. Apparently, these two gentlemen ran into each backstage and decided to drop the gloves early; with referee Morgan Tanner in hot pursuit, the two men trade lefts and rights before Ryan decides to roll his opponent into the ring and continue the onslaught by stomping on that left leg hard.*

[DING!]

CARL: I would’ve imagined that Ryan Shane wanted this match to be no DQs because he’s really going after his former Exile teammate.

PORKCHOP: They’re already goin’ at it tooth ‘n’ nail guys! Tooth ‘n’ nail!

*Clad in his traditional black wrestling attire, Ryan Shane simply doesn’t give a shit that his opponent is still wearing street clothes—blue jeans and a black New Orleans Saints jersey—and decides to take his assault to Jack’s left knee by repeatedly picking up the leg and SLAMMING it hard onto the canvas!*

RAY: There you go Ryan! Get ‘im!

CARL: This is not starting well for the “Golden Eagle” here!

PORKCHOP: Gaither tore the ACL and MCL in that left knee during a football game five years ago, and judgin’ by Ryan Shane’s actions, I’d say he wants to END Jack’s career and go home early!

*Shane grabs the Morgantown native’s left leg and wrenches onto it with a single left lock, putting more pressure into the left knee. Referee Morgan Tanner asks Jack if he wants to give up, but all she gets is an emphatic “NO!” Shane continues to tighten the pressure as Morgan asks once more, but the soon-to-be-former PWA champion doesn’t want to give in.*

PORKCHOP: Ryan Shane being VERY aggressive with that left leg, but Jack Gaither is fightin’ the pain with everything he’s got in the tank.

RAY: Come on and end this already!

*Gaither fights for all it’s worth and—after being stuck in one place for a good three minutes—finally reaches the bottom rope. Morgan Tanner, unable to use her usual five count, pleads for Shane to break the hold, but Shane simply drags Gaither back to the center and tries to lock the hold in again. However, Jack manages to kick his opponent away with his right foot, sending Ryan back to the mat with nothing to show for his efforts. The 79,000+ inside the Superdome leap to their feet as Gaither manages to get back to a vertical base; Ryan CHARGES at his opponent with a head full of rage, but Jack simply dives to his left, causing his opponent to smack into the turnbuckle chest first. Shane staggers for a few moments before being caught from behind and planted to the mat courtesy of a Jack Gaither bulldog, but “The Golden Eagle” has one more unconventional idea left for PWA fans around the world when he simply calls out “FLASHOVER!” The Morgantown native locks his opponent in a Brazilian Jujitsu-style D’arce choke—a hold people would normally see while watching the UFC—before gator-rolling to his left, cranking up the pressure on Shane’s neck even further.*

CARL: Gaither! Gaither! He’s got the Flashover locked!!

RAY: NOOOOOO!!!!!

PORKCHOP: I’ve NEVER seen that move before guys, but Ryan Shane’s goin’ nowhere!

*Porkchop is absolutely right: Ryan Shane isn’t going anywhere as he’s cinched in tightly by Gaither’s new submission; after around thirty seconds, Morgan Tanner sees the Michigan native wave his hands in surrender before calling for the bell.*

[DING-DING-DING!]

FREDDY: Here is your winner: JACK…GAAAAAAAITHER!!

*Jack releases the hold and allows for Ryan Shane to roll out of the ring; the former two-time Premier Champion walks backstage holding his neck with Morgan following close behind. Jack Gaither stands alone in the ring, letting the memories of his three year PWA career sink in as the fans rise to their feet and make a constant stream of noise in order to celebrate the Morgantown native’s accomplishments.*

CARL: Fans…as many of you are aware by now, this was Jack Gaither’s final match under the PWA banner.

RAY: I…I-I-I swear to God…you don’t see this very often in wrestling.

PORKCHOP: These PWA fanatics are very knowledgeable about the men and women they love or hate, and judging by their reaction here, these fans LOVED Jack Gaither—personas or storylines be damned.

*Here comes Hiroko Gaither, the woman who led Jack Gaither to pick up the pieces of a broken heart and put everything back together, makes her way to the ring accompanied by PWA’s resident writer John Gillmen, who holds Jack’s “official replicas” of the Light Heavyweight and World Heavyweight Championships on his shoulders. Hiroko and John step inside the ring and nod their heads in collective agreement in regards to what they need to do next.*

PORKCHOP: Wow…

*In a scene reminiscent of his double Championship win over Nighthawk nearly seven months ago, the native of Portland, ME raises Jack Gaither’s right arm—a la Mickey Vann—and hands him both title replicas as Hiroko leaps into her hubby’s arms. The crowd becomes even more deafening as Jack and company head out of the ring for one last walk up the aisle.*

FANS: THANK YOU JACK!
THANK YOU JACK!
THANK YOU JACK!
THANK YOU JACK!
THANK YOU JACK!
THANK YOU JACK!

*Flashbulbs go off as “The Golden Eagle” salutes his PWA fans with one final shaka before making the long trip back to the locker room—and into the annals of Premiere Wrestling Alliance history as one of the most controversial, yet gifted, athletes to have ever stepped inside the ring.*

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TAKE NOTICE
Written by: Nathan

Vendetta, fresh off his victory over Jiraiya Kaito earlier tonight, is walking around in the backstage area. He's still clad in his wrestling attire, with a towel around his neck and a bottle of water in his hand, as he continues down the hallway. He turns a corner, and out of no where Johnny Red jumps in front of him. Vendetta, a little startled and annoyed, tries to see what's going on, but Johnny quickly ushers him into an open room and closes the door behind him.

Johnny Red: Hi, I'm Johnny Red and I'm going to be conducting your interview.

Vendetta: Who?

Johnny Red: Johnny -- Johnny Red. You know, I'm a member of the backstage interview team in the PWA? Come on, everyone knows Johnny Red; I've done some of the best interviews in the history of professional wrestling.

Vendetta: No? I don't know who you are, and I truly don't care, but I'm not conducting any interviews. I'm on my way to my locker room; where I'm going to change, pack my shit, and get the hell out of here because Louisiana smells like a dirty vagina.

Johnny Red: Come on, Vendetta, can I have just a couple minutes of your team? I know you're extremely busy and couldn't careless about this interview, but it's my job and I would like to get this done.

Vendetta: I'm going to give you thirty seconds, Ronnie.

Johnny Red thinks about correcting him, but he lets it go and stares into the camera for a second. He adjusts his wrinkled, thrift store quality suit and holds the plastic toy microphone right under his lips before formally introducing the interview.

Johnny Red: Hi, I'm Johnny Red and to my left is one of PWA's up and coming wrestlers, Vendetta. Earlier tonight, we all witnessed your match against Jiraiya Kaito, and quite frankly, people are wondering what has gotten into you? Your attitude has taken a complete turn and everything you once stood for appears to mean absolutely nothing to you. Do you have any thoughts or information you could give us?

Vendetta: Listen, I don't know who you are, and I don't want to do this interview. But you know what is kind of funny? I've been in this company for over eight months. And to be honest, I don't think I've ever conducted an interview. Why are you interested all of a sudden? What's different? It's stupid; because of my actions this past week, everyone seems to be interested in my actions, words, and etc. I don't see why everyone cares now.

Johnny Red: Well, I guess it's just because you were such a fan favorite; a "do everything the right way" kind of guy, and now all of that is out of the window.

Vendetta: Oh, is that it? Well, fuck you; fuck the fans; and fuck all of the wrestlers. I didn't turn my back on anyone or anything, the fans decided they wanted to turn on me. And that's fine because I don't need them anyway. You see what happened out there tonight, Bonnie? I manhandled Kaito; he didn't know what was going on and I made quick work of the so called PWA "Hall of Famer." I am my own man; I am the greatest wrestler in the world. I don't want people to like me and I don't need people to like me. Do you understand? I'm not interested in this interview. Take your questions to someone else.

Johnny Red: But, I'm not finished!

Vendetta lunges at Johnny, and grabs him by the throat and pushes him against the wall. The camera zooms in on Vendetta's face; and it's evident he's not in a pleasing mood.

Vendetta: I am. But I will say one last thing: if my words and actions have garnered attention this week, then that's good. I want everyone to know that I am focused and ready to challenge for the PWA World Heavyweight championship. I want everyone on notice; I want everyone to understand that I am the greatest wrestler in the world and I am going to take care of business.

Johnny Red: But, I d--

And with that, Vendetta nails Johnny with a strong right hand, which stumbles the unemployed interviewer and the Seattle native lifts him and drops him with a quick Hip Toss, which sends Red crashing into a pile of unused chairs and video equipment. Vendetta walks towards him and looks down at Johnny.

Vendetta: I said I'm done, Johnny.

Vendetta spits on the interviewer before spinning on his heel and walking towards the door. He opens it and storms out, and moments later a couple of security workers run into the room to see what's going on. They notice Johnny Red's crumpled body, and once they realize who it is, they simply wave at him in disgust and leave the room, where Johnny remains in the pile in pain as the scene fades.

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PRIMETIME CHAMPIONSHIP
Chris Card vs. Dexter Davis ©
Written by: Craig

WOOOHOOOOOOO!

The excited yell that preceeds the start of What's Golden is heard but instead of the usual song that comes after it is "Unbroken" by Killswitch Engage as Dexter Davis limps out onto the stage with the Primetime Title in his hands. He slowly makes his way to the ring and slides in before waiting.

Franks: Huge heart by the champion tonight.

Quadros: Heart don't win titles son.

"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 walking out by himself tonight. Dexter rushes out of the ring as Card sprints down the ramp. Both men begin to exchange wild right hands as the crowd roars. Card floors his rival with a right hand that sees Dexter land on the ramp way. Card wants to pull him up but Dexter is able to roll backwards up onto a vertical base. They start in throwing the hands. A spinning punch by Dexter gets him the better of things as he throws Card out into the crowd. The crowd moves as Dexter stands on the ramp, waiting for Card to get back up to his feet. Once this happens, Dexter runs and leaps off with a crossbody into the crowd! Card catches him though and hits a table top suplex on the floor! Dexter holds his back as Card gets back up to his feet, grabbing a steel chair.

Quadros: Whoa! This is bullcrap. Why isn't Dexter disqualifed?

Franks: Well the match hasn't started yet and these two men just don't like one another at all.

Chris Card just throws the chair at Dexter as it hits him in the back. Most of the crowd is forced to watch the action unfold on the tron screen as Card pulls Dexter back up but Dexter shocks him with a european uppercut. Card goes backwards as Dexter grabs a chair and throws it at Card. Card doesn't go down as he grabs a chair and throws it at Dexter. Soon enough, the two are just throwing chairs at each other, neither of them refusing to go down. Finally, Card grabs a chair and hits Dexter with it as Dexter staggers more into the crowd. Turning him around, Card hits another couple of right hands on the Primetime Champion. Dexter blocks a fifth as he grabs Card and sends him head first into a railing. The head of Chris Card bounces off as he lands on the floor as Dexter shakes his head.

Franks: Good god. Though at some point I think that assault will take it's toll.

Quadros: It better.

They're both up as they start heading up the stairs, still just fighting. The crowd tries to follow, at least that section as they're at the top of stairs, heading into one of the arena hallways where the vendors are set up. Neither of them are letting up an inch as they keep pasting each other with right hands and nothing else. Card grabs the King's head now and slams him against the wall, twice as Dexter holds his head, falling over. Card then goes to the merchandise stand as he grabs one of his rival's shirts and puts it in his pants before taking it back out and throwing it on Dexter's face! The crowd boos Card as he stomps on his hated rival. Dexter is helpless right now as Card takes a moment to go to a beer vendor now and grabs a cup. Card kneels down next to Dexter as he opens his mouth and starts to pour the beer in!

Quadros: HAHA! You take that Davis.

Franks: Ugh...

Suddenly, Dexter gets a second wind as a look of horror and anger is painted on his face, realizing what Card just did. Dexter gets up to his feet as he slaps Card in the mask before spearing him to the ground, starting to rain down rights and lefts. Dexter gets back up to his feet, yelling in a fit of rage. Card pounds the ground as he gets back to his feet now as the rivals get into each other's faces. Everything dies down for a moment or two until they explode into forearms this time. They start to work their way back to the arena as the fans cheers seeing them come back down the stairs. About midway down, Card just pastes Dexter as Dexter falls over and goes down the stairs, rolling the whole time.

Franks: Oh that will not help Davis retain this title.

Quadros: As you said the match hasn't officially started yet.

Once Dexter is at the bottom of the stairs, he struggles back up to his feet as he meets a flying clothesline from Card who jumps off the steps. Both men tumble down now as the crowd bunches around them, trying to watch every single ounce of action unfold. Chris Card is the first one back up to his feet as the crowd cheers. Trying to stay on his feet, Card picks up Dexter and throws him over the ring barricade as they're finally back at ringside. Card hops over as waits for Dexter to get up. Using the ring steps, Dexter does get back to a vertical base. Card runs towards him but Dexter is able to use his athletism to leap over Card as Card collides with the ring steps. Dexter leans against the ring apron as he slides into the ring, resting up as the ref waits for Card to get in before ringing the bell.

Quadros: Wow the match finally starts after these two beat the shit out of each other.

Franks: Thank you captain obvious.

Card finally slides in as the bell rings. Dexter stomps away on the masked man to the delight of the crowd. The ref forces Dexter back because of Card all up in the ropes. Dexter isn't too pleased with this as he pulls Card up to a vertical base. With his rival in his arms, Dexter throat chops him as hard as he possible can. The wind pipe of Card might be crushed now while Dexter goes back to stomping away using the ropes this time.

Franks: Davis is focused and intense.

Quadros: Yes. But for how long.

The ref gets on Dexter once more before forcing him back. Card is getting back up to his feet before sweeping the leg of Dexter. With Dexter on the canvas for a moment, Card grabs the legs of Dexter and stomps right between his legs. Lower stomach area is what Card is telling the ref anyways. Dexter rolls to the floor as Card kneels down on the canvas. Card leaves the ring time before jawing with the crowd. Dexter blindsides him with a forearm before sending him back into the ring. Card gets back to his feet and kicks Dexter in the side of the head, lifting him up into the air before dropping down with an impactful brainbuster.

Quadros: Oh geez...

Franks: The adrenaline is still flowing.

Dexter kneels down and begins to breathe hard wondering what to do next. The crowd is cheering for him as he stands back up and pulls Card with him. Card pushes Davis away and low blows him without anyone seeing it. The crowd boos as Card smirks. He stomps away on the champion gaining his own momentum now. Card pulls up Dexter and starts to headbutt him before hitting a suplex, rolling into a second suplex before rolling into the Cardiac Arrest Alpha! The crowd boos as Card smirks.

Franks: Might not like the man but that was rather impressive.

Quadros: Oh yeah. Great stuff.

Chris pulls Davis up again only to hit him with the leg capture suplex before going down with the cover.

One...

Two...

And Dexter throws his shoulder off of the mat. The crowd cheers loudly for their hero while Card slaps his rival in the face for his own personal giggles. Chris drags the champion back to a vertical base once more and smirks before hitting the leaping reverse sto. The crowd keeps jeering Chris Card as he goes to the top rope.

Quadros: This might be it.

Franks: I agree. Davis has been beaten down quite a bit tonight.

Chris flies off with a leg drop as Dexter moves out of the way! The crowd cheers loudly as Davis gets back up and staggers. Card finds his way up himself only to have Dexter fly at him with the last part of the D.J.D. IV. Card flies into turnbuckles as Dexter rushes in and hits a flying knee to the face again. Card gets reigned into the Go 2 Pele now as the crowd and Dexter feels this one is in his hands.

Franks: Can Davis pull it off?!

Quadros: God I hope not...

Dexter sprints at Card for the Loose Cannon but gets stopped in his tracks with a low blow which goes unseen again. Dexter falls over as Card smirks and picks him up for the Cardiac Arrest Gamma and drills him with it. Dexter looks done for as Card covers.

One...

Two...

Thre....

NOOOOOOO! Dexter kicks out as Card can't believe it. He pounds the mat in frustration before yelling at Sasha Brown about the count. This gives Dexter more then enough time to roll up his rival with a school boy.

One...

Two...

Thre....

Card barely gets his shoulder up. Dexter looks spent after everything he's been through tonight as Card puts him into the C3. The crowd groans knowing that'll be it for Dexter. Davis can't even find the strength to fight it using all of the adrenline in the crowd brawl and the last flurry of offense.

Quadros: We're gonna have a new champion.

Franks: I believe you're right...

Sasha checks Dexter to see how responsive he is. He's out. Sasha Brown calls for the bell as Card releases the hold and gets to his feet a giant smile on his face as the Primetime Championship is given to him.

Franks: Davis falls short of his goal but if not for the cowardice of Chris Card he could've done it tonight. I hope that son of a bitch enjoys that title.

Quadros: He didn't break any of the rules. No one was at ringside. He did it himself.

Franks: With a backstage assault earlier in the night and two low blows!

Quadros: Gotta do what you gotta do to get it done.

Chris Card smirks at Dexter Davis and leaves the ring with the title in his grasp. The crowd falls silent as Dexter is able to stand as the crowd begins to cheer for the young man. He nods his head and leaves the ring himself before going to the back.

[Neil]

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PREMIERE CHAMPIONSHIP
Cross Recoba vs. Dade Davis ©
Written by: Dan

Dade Davis defeats Cross Recoba to retain the Premiere Championship.

[Neil]

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THE THIRD DEGREE MATCH
Terminus vs. Tony Field
Written by: Andrew

Franks: This is it, folks...! Terminus and Tony Field have waged a bitter, brutal and often bloody conflict with one another for almost two years, and up until now, neither competitor could truly claim to have gained victory over the other.

Quadros: Yeah...They've both been able to claim victory in certain battles, but neither of them can say they've won the war. But as of tonight, that's about to change. Because, in accordance with Wren's edict, this will be the last time that Glen Watts and Tony Field will compete against one another in a PWA ring!

Franks: And, with that in mind, these two have devised a victory condition that will allow one of them to truly claim that he's superior to the other. It's been quite a ride...Interested to see how it ends, Ray?

Quadros: You damned straight!

Franks: Good. So am I. Let's get down to the ring and get things started.

Ferdinand: Ladies and gentlemen....The following contest is the very first THIRD DEGREE match in PWA history. In order to gain the victory, one competitor must be able to secure THREE consecutive falls over their opponent. Your official for this conflict is Andy Sheppard.

And now....Introducing our first competitor....

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

~ The crowd immediately erupts into boos as these words echo over the PA system, and the jeering grows louder with each passing second as the countdown that begins his well known entrance theme continues. But once it reaches the count of One, the music abruptly stops and the beginning of a different song begins to play...~

"JUMP THE FUCK UP!!!"

~ At THAT point, twin burts of white pyrotechnics go off as Jump the Fuck Up" thunders over the arena. As the boos become even louder, Terminus steps through the curtain and takes a moment to stare out at the throng in attendance with an expression of contempt apparent beneath his mask. He then strolls down to the ring, keeping his gaze focused upon the squared circle all the while as he mouths the lyrics to this Soulfly/Slipknot collaboration...~

Motherfucka, you don't understand all my hate!
Motherfucka, you don't understand all my rage!
Motherfucka, you don't understand all my pain!
Motherfucka, you don't understand!

Ferdinand: ...Hailing from Calgary, Alberta, and weighing in at 210lbs...This man is a former PWA World Tag Team Champion, and former PWA World Heavyweight Champion....This is Glen Watts....This is TERMINUS!

*MONSTROUS HEEL POP!*

~ Glen then slides under the bottom rope and into the ring, and then takes another moment to drink in the crowd's hatred before he 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: And now his opponent...

The lights dim all over the arena. An audio clip plays over the public announce system, as the voice of David Della Rocco is heard.

"There's two kinds of people in this world, when you boil it all down. You got your Talkers and your Doers. Most people are just Talkers, all they got is talk. But when its all said and done... it's the Doers who change this world, and when they do that, they change us. And that's why we never forget them. So which one are you? Do you just talk about it? Or do you stand up and do something about it? Because believe you me, all the rest of it is just coffee house bullshit. "

Then the lights go completely out in the arena for a few seconds. Then the big screen cuts to a countdown.

The Game Changes in
...5 ...4 ...3 ...2 ...1
.....The Saviour....

~Then a loud boom goes off as pyro explode at the entrance of the ramp and the opening riffs of "Still I Rise" by Shadows Fall starts to blare all over the as green and golden lights tint the entire arena. As the pyro clears, Tony Field is seen standing at the top of the ramp with a smirk on his face as the fans surprisingly cheer Field in a reversal of his normal fortunes. ~

Ferdinand: Hailing from St. Louis, and weighing in at 227lbs....This is a living legend who has won titles not only in PWA but in many other federations around the globe....This is The REAL DEAL...TONY FIELD!!!!!!

*ENORMOUS FACE POP!*

Tony makes his way to the ring, looking to the fans for a moment, hesitant, then he finally walks over toward the guard rail to a young girl, roughly his daughters age. He slaps her a high five and then takes off his t-shirt, handing it to her before turning back to the ring. When he reaches the apron he climbs on to it, then grabs the top rope and springboards into the ring as "Real Deal" chants break out. Field walks over to the far turnbuckle, jumps to the top, and just stands there, with his classic smirk on his face before jumping down and leaning against the turnbuckle while keeping his gaze focused upon his nemesis. Andy Sheppard decides its best to get things started and quickly turns to the time keeper to signal the beginning of the match!

*DING!*

Franks: Here we go!

~ At the sound of the opening bell, charges toward his opponent with a spear, but sprawls nicely to avoid being taken down, and shoves Field's face into the mat as he stands up and circles away toward the center of the ring. An incensed Field climbs to his feet and glowers toward his nemesis, who simply smiles in response and motions the Real Deal to try his luck again. Tony seems happy to oblige and advances toward his foe again, only to be tagged on the way in with a quick one-two, followed by a hard shoot kick to the limb he had damaged last week. THWACK! The outside leg lick connects flush against its intended target, and the masked man's smile becomes a bit wider as he watches his nemesis stumble backward from the impact of the strike. ~

Terminus: That the best you got...?

~ Field doesn't respond verbally, but simply grits his teeth and steps forward again and pumps out a series of jabs, followed by a right hand that's designed to take his foe's head off. Terminus effortlessly slips these punches, smiling at Field all the while, before countering with a stiff right hand that lands flush on the chin! Tony reels back into the nearest corner, and Glen follows him in with a Flying Superman Punch to the face that opens a cut on Tony's lower lip. A predatory gleam appears in Glen's eyes as he continues the assault with an alternating series of snap jabs and knife edged chops that leave Field slumped against the turnbuckles. Glen then caps the sequence with an insulting slap to his foe's cheek, and then smirks as he continues to taunt his rival. ~

Terminus: C'mon man...I'm starting to get bored...

~ Having stated that, Glen proceeds to grab his foe by the arm and whip him toward the opposite corner. WAIT! Field manages to plant his feet and reverses the move, causing Terminus to hurtle back first into the turnbuckles. The masked man stumbles forward from the impact, and Field is there to meet him with an Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex that sends him flying halfway across the ring! A stunned Terminus manages to drag himself off the mat, only to be sent hurtling through the ropes and onto the ring apron with a nice Standing Dropkick. The masked man shakes off the effects of that last attack and begins to climb into the ring; but by that point Field has hopped onto the second turnbuckle and jumped off into a Guillotine Legdrop that connects flush against the back of his foe's neck! This leaves Glen draped helplessly across the second strand, and in no condition to defend himself when Field follows up by applying a facelock and drops down into a wicked Rope-Assisted DDT! THUD! The masked man's head is bounced hard off the mat, and Field quickly applies the cover as the crowd goes ballistic...~

1...2...THREEEEEEE!!!!!

*DING!*

Ferdinand: Ladies and gentlemen, Field has scored a the first pinfall, and needs two more in succession to win this match.

~ Tony allows himself to nod slightly in satisfaction as he rises to his feet, keeping his eyes fixed upon his stunned opponent as he waits for the official to signal time in. As soon as that happens, Field pulls his rival off the mat by the mask and drives him back into the ropes with a series of hard right hands. He then grabs his foe by the arm and whips him toward the opposite set of ropes- only to have his rival jump onto the second strand and then spring off into a Corkscrew Bodypress that knocks Field to the mat for a pinfall attempt of his own..!~

1...2...THR-WAIT!

~ Field rolls back through the move and ends up on top of his rival, and then in one fluid motion proceeds to stand up and lift him off the mat and onto his shoulders! He then rolls forward into the Fireman's Carry Slam known as Perfection Personified, and then follows up with a beautiful second rope Springboard Moonsault that connects flush across the torso of his prone rival! Field then covers again, and this time hooks his opponent's leg~

1...2...THREEEEEEEE!!!!!!

*DING! DING! *

Ferdinand: Ladies and gentlemen, Tony Field has scored two pinfalls in a row, and needs only one more to secure the victory in this match!

~ The crowd erupts into cheers, and a look of excitement appears on Field's face as he anxiously waits for the signal to resume hostilities. At the moment when Field nods his head, Field races forward and connects with a seated Running Dropkick to the chest of his rising opponent, causing Glen to reel back first into the nearest corner. Tony kips up and then follows him in with a ferocious Flying Corner Clothesline that causes Glen to pitch forward and hurtle onto his back, and then breaks out into a smile as he ducks to the outside and climbs the ropes as quickly as he can. As the crowd rises to his feet, Field reaches the top and takes a moment to steady himself before leaping off into a rarely performed, but picture perfect Shooting Star Press! The move connects flush against its desired target once again, but Field's injured knee connects hard against the mat in the process, and it takes a moment for him to recover from the impact before he can apply the cover to his opponent...~

1...2...THREEEEEEE-NOOOOOO! Kick Out at 2.9999999!!!!!

~ The crowd deflates and groans again, and Field can't help up shake his head. But the look of dejection only remains on his face for a second, replaced by a look of determination as watches Glen begin to pull himself off the mat and up to his knees. At that point, Field races over and grabs him in another facelock, before snapping him down into another DDT that leaves the masked man quivering on the mat! Tony appears to contemplate going for another cover, but decides against it and instead steps back and waits for his rival to begin to pull himself off the canvas once more. As soon as that occurs, Field steps forward and propels himself into his patented Real Deal Superkick that appears designed to take his rival's head off....!!!~

Franks: THIS COULD BE IT...!!!!

Quadros: NO! COUNTERED!!!!

~ Indeed, Glen is somehow able to block this attack, and snag the extended leg in his grasp. Before Field can react, Glen proceeds to send him twisting to the mat with a nasty, nasty Dragon Screw Legwhip; without wasting a moment, Terminus pulls his foe up by the leg and spins into a second Dragon Screw Legwhip that sends his foe crashing helplessly to the mat again! The masked man isn't content to leave matters at that, though; and immediately pulls his foe off the mat again. But this time, he pulls him by the leg into his grasp, and then quickly applies a facelock and drops down his dreaded Small Package Driver, dropping Field head first into the mat in the process. Glen chains directly into the pinning combination that usually follows, and hangs onto it with all his might as Andy Sheppard tolls the count...!!~

1...2...THREEEEEE!!!!!

*DING!*

Ferdinand: Ladies and gentlemen, Terminus has scored the pinfall, and needs two more in a row to gain victory in this contest!

~ Glen stares down at Tony and watches the latter attempt to clutch his targeted leg; and as soon as the official signals time in he targets it with the intent of damaging it beyond repair. To that end, he reaches down and lifts his nemesis off the mat by the injured leg, before letting him crash helplessly to the mat! Tony cries out in agony, and the crowd lets out a collective gasp, but Glen's not about to show any mercy to his nemesis, and simply grabs the leg and somersaults forward, almost tearing the limb out of its socket in the process. The masked man nods to himself in satisfaction as he watches Tony roll around on the mat and moan in pain; after taking a second to admire his handiwork, a malevolent gleam appears in his eyes as he grabs his foe's leg and twists into a Spinning Toehold, before converting the hold into a Figure Four Leglock!~

Franks: This doesn't bode well for Field at the moment. His leg was quite badly damaged last week following the conclusion of the Gauntlet Match, and that makes him all the more vulnerable to submission holds like the one that's been applied!

~ Tony's eyes bulge out in agony as Glen rocks back on the hold, but he shakes his head in refusal when Andy asks if he wants to quit and instead reaches out toward the ropes with intent of forcing a break of the hold. Terminus rocks back again in order to cut short this attempt at resistance, and orders the official to ask his opponent if he wants to quit. But Tony still isn't ready to give his opponent the satisfaction of watching this take place, and after a moment begins to turn himself over onto his stomach in an effort to reverse the pressure on the hold. The masked seems to have anticipated this, however, because he immediately stands and arches back in order to chain into the Bridging Sharpshooter he refers to as BURIED ALIVE! ~

Fans: Please Don't Tap! Please Don't Tap!

Quadros: The fans can chant all the want, but Glen's got that hold locked in tight, and he's the type to keep it locked in until Field submits...Be it verbally or simply by losing consciousness!

~ By now, tears of pain are streaming down Field's face, and his cries of agony can be heard throughout the Superdom. Incredibly, STILL refuses to quit, despite the fact that he's being bent into the most disgusting of U-shapes...Unfortunately, he isn't able to find any way of reversing or escaping this truly horrible submission, nor is he able to make any real progress toward the ropes in order to force his opponent to release the hold. After a few moments, his efforts to resist begin to subside, and Sheppard decides to check to see if there's any fight left. He lifts Field's hand...and it falls. He lifts it again...and it falls again! He lifts it one final time...and for the third time it falls limply to the mat!

*DING! DING!*

Ferdinand: Ladies and gentlemen, Terminus has won a second straight fall, and needs one more to get the win!

~ Terminus releases the hold and grins broadly as he orders the official to toll the ten count over the seemingly unconscious Field. Sheppard complies with this request and begins to count...

1...2...3...

Amazingly, Field begins to stir, and begins to pull himself up to his knees....

4....5...6...

Tony reaches his knees and then slowly begins to force himself to stand up as the crowd urges him on....


7...8...

~ Field somehow manages to rise to his feet, with his hands clearing the canvas a split second before the official counts "ten". But by that time, an infuriated Terminus as already stepped forward and leaped into a super stiff high Standing Dropkick to the chin! Tony's head snaps back on his shoulders, and he flops onto his back in slow motion near the ropes, looking dead to the world as he stares vacantly up at the lights. The masked man springs up and then jumps over him onto the top rope, before bouncing off and flipping back into an Arabian Double Stomp that connects flush across his rival's chest! Glen breaks out into a sadistic grin as he stares down at the gasping, bleeding form of his nemesis, and then draws his thumb across his throat, signaling to all that the end is near. ~

Quadros: Here we go! Tony started this whole conflict...And now Glen's about to finish it!

~ Having completed the signature taunt, Glen pulls his foe up by the hair and wraps him up in a tight muay thai clinch. He then buries knee after knee into his gut to leave Tony doubled over in pain. Glen's smile becomes even wider as he stares out into the crowd, before he sinks in a double underhook with the intent of ending the feud by using Field's own finisher.~

*MASSIVE HEEL POP!*

~ But somehow, Field is able to find the energy needed to twist around so that the two are standing back to back. He then attempts to take his foe over into a Backslide pinning combination. Blocked! Now Terminus tries to take Field over into a Backslide of his own! WAIT! WHAT!? Somehow, Tony is able to roll backward over Glen to his feet, and then immediately drops to his knees and plants Glen face first into the canvas with his dreaded Pedigree! ~

Franks: FIELD ENVY OUT OF NOWHERE!

~ As the crowd goes bananas, Field then rolls his stunned opponent over and flops on top of him for the cover....!!!

1...2...THREEEEEE!!!!!!!

*DING!*

Ferdinand: Ladies and gentlemen, Tony Field has won this fall, and needs two more falls in a row to secure victory in this match!

~ The crowd begins to chant Field's name as the Real Deal peels himself off the canvas and waits for the signal to resume hostilities. Field then hops onto the second rope, and then pulls himself up to the top rope, all the while keeping his gaze fixed on his rival as the latter pulls himself back to his feet. As soon a woozy Glen turns round to face Field, the St. Louis native leaps off and grabs his foe in a headlock, before spinning around and spiking his foe head first into the mat with a spectacular Diving Tornado DDT! Glen lies quivering on the canvas, and the Real Deal manages to drag his battered body over and apply the lateral press, hooking the leg as the official once again tolls the count...~

1...2....THREEEEEEE!!!!!!!

Ferdinand: Ladies and gentlemen, Tony Field has scored two consecutive pinfall victories over Terminus...

Franks: ... And just like that, Field is now only one fall away from claiming the ultimate victory in the longest running conflict in PWA history!

~ Field smiles slightly through puffy and bleeding lips, and then stares out into the crowd and draws his thumb across his throat in an effort to add insult to injury to his rival. A the crowd cheers to show it's appreciation, Field climbs onto the second rope of the nearest corner, and waits for his groggy opponent to rise, before leaping off and launching a Flying Real Deal Superkick at his foe's head when the latter turns to face him! CRACK! The attack connects flush against Glen's head and drops him to the mat as if shot! Field looks to be in bad shape, because this caused even more damage to his injured leg...But he's still better off than his virtually unconscious opponent. Tony realizes this, and manages to drag himself over to where his opponent lies before draping an arm across his chest for the cover! ~

1...2...THREEEEEE-NOOOOO! Terminus JUST manages to get a shoulder off the mat!

~ The crowd groans in disbelief, and Field groans with them as he flops onto his back and takes a moment to pull himself together. He then drags himself off the canvas once again and hauls his battered foe up, before pulling him into a standing headscissors while sinking in another double under-hook. After taking a deep breath, Field unleashes a war cry and jumps as high as he can, before dropping down into ANOTHER Pedigree that drives Glen into the mat. Glen lies quivering on the mat, and Field shoots the half nelson and rolls him over to apply another cover...~

1...2...THRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEE-NO! NOT THREE! Glen JUST manages to kick out at 2.99999999999!!!!!!!!!!

~ Field kneels in front of his nemesis for a moment, shaking his head as he tries to figure out a way to put his rival away for good. After a moment, he appears to think of something, because he nods to himself and then pulls his rival up while sinking in yet another Butterfly Lock. Field then limps back toward the corner and begins to climb the turnbuckles, dragging his foe up behind him while keeping the hold applied. As soon as he reaches he top, Field shouts "THAT'S IT!" and then prepares to end matters with a SUPER FIELD ENVY...Only to have his foe counter by driving his forearm into his foe's injured knee, causing Tony to lose his balance and crotch himself on the top turnbuckle! Without wasting a moment, Glen hooks his leg around the top cable and sends Field crashing head first to the mat with a sick Spider Exploder Suplex!!! Field lies quivering on the mat, and isn't in any position to defend himself when Glen pulls himself up onto the top rope before standing up and leaping off into a magnificent Phoenix Splash!!! TERMINAL VELOCITY!!!! The masked man lands flush across the prone form of his virtually unconscious opponent, and quickly follows up by applying a cover and hooking the leg.... ~

1...2...THREEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!

*DING!

Ferdinand: Ladies and gentleman, Terminus scores the pinfall, and needs two more to win this match!

Quadros: CLUTCH move by Terminus to take control of the match just weh it appeared Tony would put him away. Field appears to be in a pretty bad way, so let's see if Glen can finally find the right combination of moves to finish this conflict, once and for all!

~ Terminus rolls off his rival and flops onto his back, and both men lie beside one another with their chests heaving for air. After a moment, Glen peels his stricken foe off the mat and sinks in a front facelock before hooking his foe's leg. Glen then lifts him up and takes him over into a nice Fisherman Suplex; he then pops up and rolls off the mat, pulling his foe back to his feet before connecting with a second Fisherman Suplex! Once again, Glen rolls Tony back to his feet, and then drops down into another Small Package Driver that spikes Field head first into the mat! ~

1...2...THREEEEEEEE!!!!!

*DING!*

Ferdiand: Ladies and gentlemen, Terminus has scored a second straight pinfall, and needs only one more to win this match!ra

Franks: All the momentum is going Glen's way, but we've seen Field rebound to win after absorbing inhuman levels of punishment, so Glen may well have his work cut out for him in trying to finish this match off!

~ The masked man breaks out into a wide smile as he climbs off Tony and waits for Sheppard to signal time in. As soon as that signal is given, Glen steps forward and pulls his rival up to his knes by the hair. He then unloads with a series of vicious Kawada Kicks to the face, smirking as he watches this succession of strikes turn Field's face into an abstract portrait! Glen then steps back and measures Field before lighting him up with a series of seven straight shoot kicks to the chest, each one connecting with more force than the last! By now, members of the crowd are in tears and are begging for the official to stop the match. Andy appears just about ready to do so...only to stop when Terminus gazes meaningfully toward him. Instead, the ref stays back and watches Glen measure Field again before connecting with a SICK Tornado Enzuigiri to cap this strike sequence! Field flops onto his back, and Terminus breaks out into a triumphant smile as he drops to his knees and places his hands on his rival's chest! ~

1.....2....THRREEEEEEE-NOOOOOO! Field somehow manages to get his shoulder off the mat at the very last moment!

*FIGHTING SPIRIT POP!*

~ Glen shakes his head in disbelief and takes a few deep breaths in an effort to keep himself composed. After a moment, he nods to himself and then drags Tony up by the hair, before wrapping him up in a tight muay thai clinch. He then buries knee after knee after knee into his opponent's torso, before he applies a front facelock and hooks the leg. Glen then stares out at the throng in attendance, and unleashes a war cry of his own as he lifts Field up and spins around in a circle before dropping him to the mat with a Revolution Style Small Package Driver! CORKSCREW REQUIEM!!! Glen chains into the pinning combo, and the crowd falls silent as the official tolls the count....!!!!!!~

Quadros: That's GOT to be it...!!!

1.....2.....THHHHHHHREEEEEEE-WAIT!! IT'S NOT THREE! FIELD KICKS OUT AT 2.9999999999!!!!

* STADIUM SHAKING FACE POP!*

Franks: FIELD WILL NOT STAY DOWN!!!!!

~ The masked man's mouth drops open in disbelief, and he mouths the words "Are you serious!?" as he levels an incredulous glance at the official, and then down at his opponent. He then directs a murderous glare at Field and grabs his foe's wounded leg and drapes it across the bottom rope. Glen then springboards off the second rope into a seated senton across the leg, and then repeats this action again, and again and again! Once he's satisfied that he's done enough damage, he then grabs Field's legs and laces them together before turning him over into another Sharpshooter. The masked man then arches his tired body back into another bridge in an effort to FINALLY convince Field to call it a night! ~

Fans: Tony! Tony! Tony! Tony!

~ Both competitors are yelling just as loud as the fans by now...Field does so in agony, while Glen does so in order to gain more adrenaline. Now Andy Sheppard is yelling too, in order to ask Field if he wants to quit! NO! Field will NOT quit, and instead somehow finds the strength needed to push himself off the mat with his hands and inch closer to the ropes. Field then repeats this action again...and once more...until he's finally close enough to reach out and grab the bottom cable with his fingertips!!! Terminus looks to be completely beside himself with ock and anger as he releases the hold...and these emotions become even more apparent when Tony somehow finds the strength needed to stand up and spit directly in his face! ~

Tony Field: That all you got, Glen...?

~ An enraged Glen steps forward to make his nemesis pay for this insult-only to be caught on the way in with a standing Real Deal Superkick to the chin! Tony's injured leg prevents this attack from connecting with as much force as it normally would, and it only manages to stagger Glen rather than lay him out in the mat. Still, it gives Field the chance to step forward and follow up with a toe kick to the gut that leaves him doubled over in pain. As the crowd loses its collective shit, Field sinks in a double underhook, with the intent of planting his foe into the mat with yet another Field Envy! NO! Glen counters by yanking his foe's legs out from beneath him, and then attempts to apply another Sharpshooter. NO! Field kicks out as hard as he can with his legs, knocking Glen to the mat! Terminus rises, and Field attempts to meet him with another Real Deal Superkick! No! Terminus catches the leg and spins Field around, before lashing out with a nasty High Round Kick to the temple that sends Field crashing onto his back, with his injured leg folded up beneath him! ~

Crowd: OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH!!!!

Franks: MY GOD...THAT...THAT KICK!!!

Quadros: You'd THINK it would be enough to put him away...But I think Glen wants to make certain he stays down...

~ For a moment, Glen appears to contemplate the idea of covering his rival, but then shakes his head and makes his way toward the top rope. The crowd rises to his feet, almost despite itself as the watch Glen reach the top and stare down at the still motionless Field for a long moment before mouthing the words "This is it, Tony." The masked man punctuates this statement with a surprisingly respectful nod, and then leaps off into a beautiful Phoenix Splash, which connects flush against the motionless form of his rival! THUMP!!! The move connects flush against the prone form of his rival, squashing into the mat! Terminus then bridges over his rival into a pin, hooking the leg as the official drops down and tolls the count.....

1........2.........THREEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*DING! DING! DING!*

Ferdinand: Ladies and gentlemen.....Your winner of the Third Degree Match....TERMINUS!!!!

~ The crowd remains silent for a long moment as they watch Terminus stand up and stare down at his long time nemesis as the official raises his hand in victory. Glen backs away from Field and stares up the ramp, toward the sight of Rochelle Robinson emerging from the curtain with Cassandra Chase trailing close behind her. Rochelle sprints into the ring, and immediately cradles Tony in her arms, while Cassandra and Glen exchange smiles as the masked man exits the ring and begins to make his way up the ramp. At that point the crowd begins to clap, and eventually rises to its feet to give a somewhat recovered Field and an extremely satisfied Terminus a round of ovation for not only this battle, but all the battles that have been waged throughout the course of their legendary conflict!

Franks: What a war we just witnessed! But then again, it was likely that this the only way this conflict could end. Terminus gains the victory, but Field certainly gained the respect of the fans...And his opponent in the process.

Quadros: Yeah...They both got something out of it, I suppose...And so did we. We got to see maybe the greatest feud in the history of this federation...or maybe any federation for that matter. I've got a feeling that it'll be quite some time before we see a conflict quite like this, Carl...

Franks: You know something Ray...? I completely agree.

[Neil]

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PWA WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP
- Elimination Rules -
Zex vs. Slade vs. Nighthawk ©
Written by: Neil

Franks: This is the match we have all been waiting for ladies and gentlemen; The PWA World Heavyweight Championship match.

Quadros: The night where Zex finally becomes our champion.

Franks: And here I was thinking you weren’t so keen on Zex after his little speech tonight...

Quadros: Mind games Carl, mind games...

The camera pans away from the announcers and to the ring announcer Mr Freddy Ferdinand; who is eager to get this one under way...

Ferdinand: The next match is scheduled for TWO falls and will be an elimination match for the PWA World Heavyweight Championship.

A rumbling comes from the crowd who can’t wait for the match to start as Ferdinand turns to the entrance ramp.

Ferdinand: First...Weighing in at 295Lbs and Hailing from Odessa, TX ...He is a former PWA world Heavyweight Champion and the longest reigning PWA Premier Champion of all time...HE IS...SSSSSLLLLLLLLAAAAAAADDDDDDDDDDEEEEEE!!!!

The lights go out, and for a few seconds, no noise can be heard. Suddenly, the silence is shattered by the opening riffs of AC/DC's "Big Gun". Once the drum kicks in, strobe lights go off all over the building, and teal colored pyrotechnics explode near the entry. The lights come up, and there, emerging from behind the curtain, wearing his standard blue jeans, black leather vest, boots, black MMA fighting gloves, black bandanna and sunglasses, Slade appears ready for a hard day of work more than a wrestling match. His lips curl into a small smirk as he scans the crowd before making his way to ringside. He wipes his feet on the side of the ring apron before stepping over the top rope and warming up like a boxer, throwing jabs and moving around the ring. He slips off his sunglasses, bandanna and vest, tossing them aside.

Franks: Slade is looking focused tonight; I thin k he is going to come out swinging.

Ferdinand: And his opponent; weighing in at 230Lbs and hailing from Toronto, Ontario; Canada...He is the current PWA Light-Heavyweight Champion; “THE ARTIST” ZZZZZZZZZZZEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX!!!

The arena darkens down....Untill....BOOM! Green and Purple fireworks shoot from either side of the stage as “Razor Love” By Deadsy kicks in over the PA System; here strobe lights flicker through the darkness as “The Artist” Zex steps out onto the stage...He then runs to one side of the stage hyping up the crowd before running to the opposite side and doing the same...Then he makes his way to the centre once again, Where more fireworks shoot up behind him and he runs down to the ring and slides under the ropes, runs to the turnbuckle and climbs it striking a pose for the PWA fans before jumping back into the ring.

Franks: New music and a new entrance for Zex here tonight.

Quadros: I don’t like it...

Franks: Still think he is playing head games? reign

Ferdinand: And their opponent...Weighing in at 185Lbs and hailing from Chicago, Illinois....HE IS THE CURRENT REIGNING PWA HEAVY WEIGHT CHAMPION OF THE WORLD...THE WRESTLING MACHINE...NNNNNNIIIIIIIGGGGGGGGHHHHHTTTTTHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWKKKKKK!!!


As his opponents stand 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 with the barest hint of a smile on his face. 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 while raising his left hand above his head as the crowd chants "Best in the World."

Franks: And there he is; the PWA Heavyweight Champion of the world.

Quadros: Not for much longer...

Hawk looks at his opponents before handing his title to the referee who holds it up in the air for all to see...As he does this Zex offers Slade his hand to shake to which the big Texan responds with a resounding “NO” headshake, “The Artist” shrugs and then turns to Nighthawk offering the same when Slade swings a wild punch to the side of Zex’s head almost knocking him clean to the ground...The Bell sounds as Slade continues to unload on Zex firing three more huge punches, backing “The Artist” against the ropes...

Quadros: What the hell was Zex doing?

Franks: Make a mends, you heard him out here earlier.

Quadros: But I thought it was mind games...

Franks: Perhaps not...

Slade clothesline’s Zex over the top rope where “The Artist” slumps on the apron, Slade turns straight into an ALMIGHTY European uppercut by Nighthawk which causes the Big Texan to lean back into the ropes, where Nighthawk follows it up with a palm strike to Slade’s jaw.

Franks: The World Heavyweight Champion may be a smaller guy, but boy does he hit hard.

Quadros: Either that or Slade has a glass jaw?

Franks: I’ll tell him you said that, then we will find out who has a glass jaw.

After a few knee’s to the gut Nighthawk takes a run up and charges at Slade for a diving elbow smash; But Slade catches Hawk in mid air and instantly plant’s him with an STO variation that folds Nighthawk in half on the mat...Slade steps forward and shakes out the recent blows when Suddenly Zex springboards back into the ring with a missile dropkick to the back of Slade’s head; here Slade falls forward and into the middle ropes where he hangs looking out into the crowd...Zex kips up and point’s to Slade while shouting “Anal Zex!”

Franks: Oh no...

Quadros: Slade is about to get Anal-Ized!

Franks: WHAT!? Did you just say...I dare not repeat it...

“The Artist” takes a run up and soccer punt’s Slade clean in the ass, the big Texan rolls out of the ring clutching his ass in pain, here Zex turns and walks into a swift kick to the mid-section from PWA Heavyweight Champion Nighthawk; here Nighthawk ties up Zex’s arms and rocks him to the mat with a Cravate Suplex followed by a quick cover...

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Kickout!

Here Nighthawk quickly spins into a side Kimura lock and position’s himself over “The Artist” to lesson the mobility of his opponent; but before he can really do any real damage Slade rolls back into the ring and runs straight at Nighthawk with a toe punt to the side of his head, here Slade takes Zex by the hair and lifts him up before body-slamming him to the mat.

Franks: It’s hard to see WHO will take the lead in this match.

Quadros: That will all change when there are only two competitors left.

Slade then turns his attention to Nighthawk; who is still dazed from the kick to the head and lifts him up straight into the suplex position, here he hold’s Nighthawk in the air as the fans clap and cheer before dropping him to the mat.

Franks: The strength of Slade is second to none.

Slade rocks onto his knees and surveys the damage before getting to his feet and taking both Zex and Nighthawk by hair; he pulls them up and then clutches his hands around their throats like a vice.

Franks: Double Chokeslam?

He hoists them both into the air when Zex rolls through and behind Slade As Nighthawk wraps his legs around Slade’s arms in a elevated Arm-Bar; Zex then runs hitting the ropes and fires back with a dropkick to Slade’s back sending him forward into the ropes when he drops Nighthawk down to the floor on the outside; before Slade can turn Zex runs and leaps kneeing him in the spine thus leaning him into the top rope.

Quadros: Anal Zex AGAIN!?

Zex takes a run up but this time he doesn’t go for the Anal-Zex, instead he runs up Slade’s back and flips down onto a rising Nighthawk who had just got back to his feet; Both Zex and Nighthawk fall down to the flooring as the fans chant “Holy Shit!”

Franks: What a move by Zex; he just ran up Slade’s back Ray...

Quadros: That he did.

Zex begins to pull himself up with the guard rail as Nighthawk grasps away at the ring apron trying to lift himself back to a vertical base, here Zex punches down at the kneeling Nighthawk...One Punch! Two Punches....Three...Nighthawk blocks and rises with a European Uppercut! Zex fire’s back with a Knife-Edged Chop...Hawk now with a forearm...And a second....Third...Hawk hammers away at Zex with forearms as Zex punches back with stiff right hands.

Franks: These two Light-Heavyweights are beating the hell out of eachother here.

As Hawk and Zex fire away with stiff blows they do not see that Slade is now Vertical in the ring and he takes no time at all in letting them know about it; here Slade pulls back on the ropes and then jumps over them and down onto Zex and Nighthawk flattening them both with a Crossbody variation.

Franks: It’s not often a man like Slade leaps over the top rope like that, but when he does you are going to feel 295Lbs of pain!

The angry Texan lifts Zex by his hair and Irish Whips him into the steel-steps; Zex hit’s the steps knees first and flies over the top of them, Slade then turns his sights to Nighthawk and hits a few stomps for good measure before lifting him up with a snake eyes down on the guardrail!

“OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH” The fans chant when Zex hits the steps, and again when Nighthawk’s head bounces off the Rail.

Franks: Slade is like a rock rolling down a hill, the more you allow him to roll the more unstoppable he becomes.

Quadros: Until he crashes and burns, ha, ha!

Slade then takes hold of Nighthawk with a bearhug, he squeezes tightly like an anaconda on it’s prey; tightening his grip around the ribs and back of Nighthawk before ramming him spine first into the ring apron...Slade lets go of the hold and before Nighthawk can fall to the ground Slade hit’s a side Elbow and then rolls him into the ring.

Franks: I don’t see him crashing and burning anytime soon.

Slade slides into the ring and aggressively covers Nighthawk digging his elbow into the World Heavyweight Champion’s temple.

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KICKOUT!!!

Slade sit’s up and shakes his head motioning to the crowd that it’s all over for Nighthawk, he takes a handful of hair and pulls Hawk to his feet, whips him to the ropes and then drops him to the mat with a Big FN Boot!!!! Cover...

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SMASH!!!!

From out of nowhere Zex Springboards into the ring crashing down on the back of Slade’s head and surgically repaired neck with a Leg drop; “The Artist” then makes a cover on Slade...

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Kick Out!!!

Zex turns and leaps on Nighthawk with another cover....

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Kick Out!!!

Franks: You gotta think, if Zex pinned Hawk first that he may have taken this match to the next stage.

Quadros: Without a doubt; Hawk just took a Big FN Boot, there are not many who can kick out of that.

Franks: There are not many in PWA who have the heart and resiliency of Nighthawk...Never say never Ray.

Zex gets to his feet as Slade pulls himself up in the corner; Slade clutches his neck as Zex rushes in with a Splash onto the former World Heavyweight Champion; here Zex just swings wildly with potatoes flying thumping away at Slade who does his best to block the oncoming barrage of fists, here “The Artist” uses his strength to lift Slade onto the top turnbuckle...

Quadros: What has Zex got in store now?

“The Artist” then jumps up and wraps his legs around the seated Slade for a Hurricanranna...But Slade holds on and then falls forward springing off the second rope with a fall out Powerbomb!!!

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2.999!!! KICKOUT!!!

Slade sit’s back on his knees with his head in his hands thinking “How in the blue hell did Zex kick out!?” just as he does this Zex wraps his legs around the big man’s neck with a Gogoplata style triangle choke hold...”The Artist” uses everything he has to pull back on Slade’s neck knowing that this has been a weak spot in the past.

Franks: We all know that Brutus Pryde almost beat Slade with this manoeuvre...

Quadros: Almost? Pryde beat Slade in my eyes...

With pure desperation Slade scrambles with his feet and manages to get a overhead position before clutching all of his strength to hoist Zex into the air and drop him very quickly with a short Final Trip!!! Zex bounces off the mat and rolls out of the ring...But unluckily for Slade Nighthawk leaps out of nowhere with a forearm to the back of his neck before locking in the Hangman’s Clutch!!!

Franks: Did you know the Hangman’s Clutch is named after the 1954 book by Crime Writer Nigel Morland?

Quadros: No...And...I don’t really care either for that matter.

Nighthawk pulls torque on Slade’s neck but somehow Slade rolls with all his might and throws a leg to the ropes; the ref steps in and Nighthawk releases the hold, no sooner as he does this however Nighthawk takes Slade by the arm and rolls him onto his front where he quickly locks in the Hangman’s Clutch II...

Quadros: Next you’re going to tell me this move is named after the sequel.

Franks: Try not to be an idiot all your life Ray.

Slade’s face turns bright red as Nighthawk wrenches back with everything he has trying to make Slade submit...But the big man WILL NOT TAP!!! Instead he battles through the pain trying to escape the hold but to no prevail as Hawk locks it in tighter...

Franks: Don’t do this to yourself Slade, your neck has been targeted during this match; think of your family Slade...Throw in the towel!

But still Slade will not tap...he clenches his fists and kicks his legs in pure agony but there isn’t anything that will make him tap out, not when the world title is on the line...

Franks: What heart, what sheer and utter heart and determination on display by Slade.

Quadros: More like Idiotism.

And with that Slade blacks out from the pain, his entire body goes limp and Nighthawk lets go of the hold...

Ferdinand: Slade has been eliminated.

The referee runs in to check on Slade as a battle fatigued Nighthawk falls back taking a breath while trying to recoup from the events of this match so far...

Franks: And then there were two...

Quadros: What’s left of them...

Nighthawk looks the outside of the ring as EMT’s help Slade up the ramp; here he spots Zex who has got back to his feet and is now pointing into the ring “Just me and you.” He shouts as the fans begin to show support for the ongoing battle...Hawk raises to his feet as Zex re-enters the ring; here the two begin to circle...

“Let’s Go Artist! Let’s go Hawk! Let’s go Artist! Let’s go Hawk!” The fan’s chant back and forth as Nighthawk and Zex lock up with a collar and Elbow tie; Zex quickly turns this into a headlock but Nighthawk turns this into an Arm-Drag...Zex rolls out onto his knees and dart’s at Hawk whipping him into the ropes. Nighthawk fires back with a diving Forearm! Zex’s ducks. Hawk lands on his feet and turns. Zex with a Hurricanranna! Hawk flips out and turns. Both men are ready to strike...

Franks: What an exchange.

They pause and begin circling again knowing that despite the damage already done they will need to step it up...Here Zex motions for Nighthawk to “bring it!” And the fiery Nighthawk with a ankle pick, taking Zex to the mat...Hawk attempts a heel-hook but Zex sprawls back and tries to pull Nighthawk into the Gogoplata; Hawk pushes Zex’s arm down and spins ready for a cross-arm-breaker!!! But Zex rolls into the move all the way over Nighthawk and covers him...

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KICKOUT!

Hawk kicks out and both men return to their feet as the fans applauded their technically ability; “The Artist” and “The Wrestling Machine” nod at eachother with a sign of respect before instantly going at it with blows....Hawk it’s a forearm, Zex a side elbow, Hawk with a European uppercut, Zex with a side kick, Hawk with Palm strike, Zex with a discus elbow, Hawk with a thrust kick...

Franks: This is the pinnacle of the sport of wrestling; two well travelled athletes of similar size, age and experience battling it out over the World Heavyweight Championship.

Zex spins with a roundhouse kick to the head; Nighthawk ducks and retaliates with a sweep taking Zex to the ground; Hawk then runs to the ropes with a Springboard Moonsault but Zex gets his knees up...Hawk hit’s them hard and then bounces onto the mat as Zex rolls for a cover...

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KICKOUT!

Zex takes Hawk by the hair and begins to pull him up; only to receive some hard Elbow Smashes to the midsection followed by an almighty leaping European Uppercut that rocks Zex back; Hawk then applies a front face-lock; he looks up to the crowd who cheer wildly before hoisting Zex...

Franks: Oh My!!! Not the Lakeshore Drive IV ?

Zex fires his legs and slide’s down behind Nighthawk; spins him and drops him quickly with the ZEX-Plosion!! Before rolling over with a cover!

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Ferdinand: Here is your winner...And NEW World Heavyweight Champion....”THE ARTIST!” ZEX!!!!

Quadros: YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!

Franks: I thought you were having second doubts about Zex?

Quadros: His head games worked...

Zex rocks back onto his knees as he is handed both his Light Heavyweight and World Heavyweight Championship titles, he lays the Light Heavyweight Championship over his shoulder while staring into his newly one World Heavyweight Championship as “Razor Love” By Deadsy blares through the speakers.

Franks: What an emotional end to a great match.

Quadros: Let the era of “The Artist” begin!

Zex stands and raises both titles in the air as the fans offer him a mixed reaction of chant’s and boos; “The Artist” then turns to Nighthawk who is getting back to his feet; the two men stare daggers at eachother...

Quadros: Hit him with the title Zack!

The fans quieten and the music stops as Zex and Nighthawk continue to lock eyes; “The Artist” then point’s up to the huge banner that reads “REDEMPTION” before offering his hand to Nighthawk...The former champion takes Zex’s hand and the two men shake in the middle of the ring to a HUGE ovation from the fans...

Franks: He’s back...The REAL Zex is back...

Quadros: NNNNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!? This can’t be happening?

Zex and Nighthawk then raise each other’s arms in a show of respect as the Redemption super show goes off the air...