Violation 146 results

[Neil]

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VIOLATION 146
Wednesday, February 22nd, 2012
Cowboys Stadium in Arlington, Texas

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QUESTION
Written by: Okori

As Nighthawk walks into Cowboys Stadium, carrying a gym bag in with him that has his wrestling gear, Johnny Red stops him and asks him just one question. Clad in a black Rise Against t-shirt, blue and orange leather pants, and black work boots, the "Wrestling Machine" awaits patiently and genially.

Johnny Red: "Nighthawk, what was in the envelope."

Strangely, Nighthawk doesn't even answer the question and just keeps walking into the venue.

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CAN'T BLAME A GUY FOR TRYING CAN YOU?
Written by: Blake

Ashton Crowley stands in the midst of a throng of PWA fans outside of Cowboys Stadium, sunglasses on and the brim of his hat pulled down to obscure his face. He shuffles along towards the entrance, in line with the rest of the masses as he slowly works his way towards the gate. Finally, his turn in line, he walks up to the man sitting, scanning in tickets.

Gate Worker: Ticket, please.

Crowley holds out his ticket and the man scans it as Crowley steps through, towards the security line. The security worker looks at him for a moment, then glances briefly off to the side before addressing Crowley.

Security Worker: Arms out, please.

He runs his hands down Crowley’s sides and the outsides of his legs.

Security Worker: If you could please come with me, sir.

He motions off to the side and Crowley, unsure of what is coming, follows his lead. They walk along a concourse to a room that is off to the side. The security worker motions to the room as they stop in front of it.

Security Worker: In here, please.

Crowley: You want me to just walk blindly into a fuckin’ utility closet?

Security Worker: It won’t take but a few minutes, sir.

The worker opens the door and shows Crowley in to the room, which contains nothing but a table and two chairs. Crowley sits down in the chair, leaning backwards and kicking his legs up on the table. After a few moments, the door opens and The Butcher walks in with a smug smile on his face.

Butcher: You can take your little disguise off.

Crowley chuckles and pulls off the hat and sunglasses, tossing them into the corner.

Crowley: Ya can’t blame a guy for tryin’.

Butcher pulls the other chair out and slides into it, staring across the table at Crowley, who returns his stare with a steely gaze.

Butcher: So, what are you doing here, Ash? I thought we had an agreement?

Crowley: An agreement? What the hell are you talkin’ about?

Butcher: I thought you weren’t supposed to be within 300 yards of the arena tonight.

Crowley: Oh yeah. My “vacation.” That’s why I’m here, Jimmy. I’ve been meanin’ to talk to ya about that.

Butcher: I don’t know what you’re complaining about, Ash. You knew the terms when you came back. No drugs, pass a breathalyzer before every match and no loose cannon shit.

Crowley: Loose cannon? Shit, Jimmy…You ain’t seen nothin’ yet. Just wait ‘til I get my ass reinstated.

Butcher: See, that’s funny Ash. Because, the way I see it, there’s no way that you’re getting re-instated.

Crowley: So, what’re you sayin?

Butcher: What I’m saying is that I think you’re a liability to the company. You pride yourself on ending careers and, I’ll be frank with you Ash, Zakk Bryce was very lucky you didn’t get the job done with him.

Crowley: (laughs) Just give it a bit. He’ll get there.

Butcher: See, that attitude won’t get you reinstated any sooner. In fact, I don’t see any reason to continue this conversation. Enjoy your vacation, Ash. I don’t think there’s any hope for you getting reinstated anytime soon.

Butcher stands up and opens the door.

Butcher: We’re done here. Please escort Mr. Crowley out of the building.

The security worker comes back in and grabs Crowley by the arm to lift him to his feet. Crowley violently shrugs the arm away before kneeing the worker in the stomach and shoving him to the ground. He steps around the worker and the table and storms out of the room only to see a handful of security guards standing, waiting for him. He looks as if he’s about to try his luck with the guards, then thinks better of it, heading to the exit of the arena.

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REGULAR RULES
Cross Recoba vs. Ryan Shane
Written by: Moo

Ferdinand: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

["Victim" by Eighteen Visions begins to play throughout the arena. The entrance ramp is dimly lit as the figure of Ryan Shane makes his way out from behind the curtain. As he makes his way to the ring pyrotechnics go out behind him. The reaction of the fans is apathetic, and the lack of boos is getting to Shane based upon the look on his face. As he gets to the ring Shane hops onto the apron and climbs through the ropes. Once in the ring he stands he raises his hands high, and the fans still have little reaction.]

Ferdinand: Introducing first, from Allen Park, Michigan, and weighing 210lbs, “Right Now” Ryan Shane!!!!

Franks: Ryan Shane looks to be soured by the lack of reaction he is getting. The fans seem to have grown tired of his crybaby antics.

Quadros: I would never call Shane a crybaby Carl, but I do agree that his impact has been non existent recently. Once Dade Davis turned on Exile, he was left in the cold. Davis not only took his Premiere title, but his pride.

[The music of Shane begins to die down. He reached through the ropes and motions for a ring attendant to hang him a microphone.]

Ryan Shane: There was a time where I used to get some of the loudest boos you fans had to offer, but now? Nothing! Did you forget everything I’ve done in the past? Has my lack of recent success have you looking at me as less of a threat? Ever since I was embarrassed by Jack Gaither at Redemption, I’ve been refocusing my energy. I’m now on my own path of redemption. I want everyone to remember what I used to be. I want you to boo me like you’ve done before. Tonight in this ring, I will make you remember, I will remind you of why as long as I am breathing, my time will always be RIGHT NOW!

Franks: It looks like Shane wants to prove he can still be a force in the PWA. It’s not going to be easy because his opponent, Cross Recoba is one half of the PWA tag team champions.

Quadros: These guys haven’t had a one on one match since Violation 25. Both of them have grown since then, but if I had to pick a winner, I would choose the man wearing gold.

Ferdinand: His opponent, residing in Las Vegas, Nevada, and weighing 230lbs, Cross Recoba!!!!

[Fix Up, Look Sharp vs Genesis from DJ Hero begins to play as Cross Recoba makes his way to the ring. He carries his half of the tag championships over his shoulder.]

Franks: The crowd is really letting Recoba have it!

Quadros: I don’t think that is going to sit well with Shane.

[Inside the ring the referee tries to keep Ryan Shane at bay so Cross Recoba can enter the ring. He doesn’t have much luck as Shane gets past him and begins to stomp Recoba as he enters through the ropes. From there he quickly mounts Recoba and begins pummeling him with closed left fists. The referee pulls Shane from Cross and almost gets a shot to the mouth for his troubles. Cross Recoba seems a bit groggy as he makes his way to his feet, and the referee signals for the bell.]

DING DING DING

Franks: Shane wasted no time in attacking Ray.

Quadros: What did you expect him to do? He couldn’t just sit there and listen to the loathing cries from the crowd Recoba was receiving.

[Shane continues his preemptive attack by attacking the knee of Recoba trying to keep him grounded. He drives the knee into the mat. Shane drags Cross to his feet and whips him into the turnbuckle. Shane charges in but Recoba gets his knees up, catching Shane on the chin. Recoba tries to follow up but he has jammed up his already attacked knee and isn’t able to. Shane shakes off the shot and catches Cross from behind with a shoulder in the knee. This causes Recoba to fall to the mat grabbing his knee in pain. With Cross on the mat shine climbs to the second rope and hits the Allen Park Elbow and attempts a cover.]

ONE

TWO…

Franks: Ryan Shane with a quick cover but Recoba has no problem getting his shoulder up in plenty of time.

Quadros: Shane is being aggressive, which I like.

[Shane looks to hit a suplex but Recoba is able to escape and lands behind him. Recoba wraps his arms around the waist of Shane and pushes him toward the ropes. From there he tries to roll him up but Shane holds the ropes and the attempt is unsuccessful. Ryan Shane then charges to Recoba but this quickness of Cross brings Shane to the mat with a spinning back kick. Shane is quickly up to his feet and takes a swing at Recoba. Cross ducks it and gets behind Shane where he nails a German suplex dropping Ryan on the back of his head.]

Franks: It looks like Cross Recoba has found a way to turn things in his favor.

Quadros: That’s why I picked him to take this match up.

[Ryan Shane is on the mat holding the back of his head which allows Recoba to continue his attack. Cross grabs his opponent and starts driving knees into the face of Shane, who does everything he can to block the shots. From there he hits a snapmare and follows it up with a dropkick to the back of Shane’s head. Cross then climbs to the top rope and waits as Shane makes his way back to his feet. Recoba flies off the top rope with a missile dropkick that connects with the chest of Shane.]

Franks: A nice high flying move by Recoba, lets see if it’s enough.

ONE

TWO…

[Shane kicks out, but Recoba doesn’t let up. He connects with a swinging neck breaker and follows that up with another pin attempt.]

ONE

TWO

TH…

Quadros: Two quick attempts by Recoba and he still couldn’t put Shane away.

[Cross sends Shane into the turnbuckle and follows him in with a knee. He tries another and this time Ryan is able to move and Cross catches his leg in the ropes. This allows Shane to crash into him with a stinger splash. Shane then rolls Recoba up and uses the ropes for leverage.]

ONE

TWO

[The referee stops the count as he sees Shane’s feet on the ropes.]

Franks: Shane tries to steal one there, but the referee saw it.

Quadros: He did say he would do whatever it takes to win the match. As you know Ryan Shane isn’t opposed to breaking some rules.

[Shane hits a scoop reverse DDT that plants Recoba to the mat. He then climbs to the top rope and it looking to hit a frog splash. He leaps from the top rope but Cross rolls out of the way and Shane gets nothing but mat.

Franks: A high risk move doesn’t pay off and now Recoba has his chance.

Quadros: I wouldn’t count either man out.

[Cross Recoba is to his feet first and he tries to hit The Sicilian Typewriter but Shane is able to fight him off. Recoba tries another attack in the form of a roundhouse kick but Shane ducks and hits the Someday Snap, driving his knees into the back of Recoba. With the wind knocked of him, Shane uses the change to hit his version of the shining wizard, connecting with the side of Recoba’s head.]

Franks: Shaning Wizard! Ryan Shane just connected with the Shaning Wizard and it looks like Cross Recoba is out cold.

Quadros: That’s why I said from the start Shane was going to win this match.

[Inside the ring Ryan looks down at the prone Recoba before making a pin attempt. He hooks the leg and the referee slides into position for the count.]

ONE

TWO

THREE!!!!

[The referee signals for the bell.]

DING DING DING

Ferdinand: The winner of the match, “Right Now” Ryan Shane!!!!

[Ryan raises his hands in victory but he still doesn’t get the reaction that he is looking for and exits the ring, a look of contempt on his face.]

Franks: Shane picks up the victory but that doesn’t appear to have made him any happier. I’m pretty sure there is nothing that could bring a smile to his face.

Quadros: All he wants is to be hated, like he feels he should be. He wants what’s coming to him.

Franks: I’m sure he will get that soon enough.

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GAYde DAVIS
Written by: Sam

The arena darkens down....Until....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 Holding a Microphone in his hand...He then 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.

Quadros: Why is he out here?

Franks: He is our world champion; he can do what he wants.

Zex walks around the ring as the fans chant his name, which causes a HUGE smiles to beam across his face before he raises the microphone to his mouth.

Zex: What’s up Arlington! *the fans cheer loudly in response.* Now as a lot of you know I spent a few nights in hospital last week; due to an attack by Dade Davis and his “Masked Man.” *Boos erupt through the crowd.* And I have seen exactly what YOU the PWA fans think of this attack...

Franks: Not just the fans Zack.

Zex: ONE NAME! One name has lit the PWA universe on fire; I’ve seen the Tweets, I heard what the announcers had to say and I have read Dustin Graves column; EVERYBODY around the world believes that Dade Davis has enlisted the help of Valentine Lionheart!

The PWA fan base erupts with a chorus of cheers and boos, which is to be expected given the nature of the men in question.

Zex: EVEN I! Though this was the case; I mean I was hit with the Lions Mane; that is Valentine’s move right? But then it struck me...WHY? Why would Valentine Lionheart do this? SURE he would attack me I WAS his best friend and I have now surpassed him in EVERY WAY! But why would he team with Dade Davis? If Valentine took me out and Dade became World Champion where would that leave him? At the bottom of the barrel here in PWA looking up at the top... To Valentine that would be a bum deal...

Quadros: Makes sense...But what if Dade has promised Valentine a title shot if he wins?

Franks: I can’t believe I am going to say this...But...Good call.

Zex: So then WHO has been helping Dade? We know it isn’t Scott Alexander; and we KNOW that EVERYONE else on this roster HATES the guy; so it has to be outside help...And so I done a little digging; I goggled who is close to Dade Davis to be honest with you.

The fans laugh as Zex continues.

Zex: And While Google-ing I found an image...An image so sick, so twisted and so WRONG that I almost threw up...But after all of that I laughed, I laughed at the image and I knew in my heart of hearts I had FOUND the man behind the mask...I present to you DADE DAVIS MASKED MAN...HIS BOYFRIEND!

Quadros: WHAT!?

Franks: Boyfriend!?

Zex points to the Jumbo-Tron as an image appears on screen...



Franks: Oh my!

Zex: Yes...Dade Davis is a massive Homo! Now I have nothing against the gays...I just wanted to point out that THE GAME IS UP Dade; I know who it was behind the mask...It was this guy right here...Whoever he is...And YOU and He like to snuggle up at night.

Quadros: Come on that’s a FAKE! Zex is an ARTIST! He made this.

Franks: of course he did...He is just sending a message.

Zex: So Dade...Guess what? Your plan FAILED! You WILL NOT and I repeat WILL NOT rent space in my head! You can bring all your boyfriends to beat me down if you want; as long as you don’t try to touch my ass I wont mind...Just know this I will NEVER allow you to get one over me; it’s impossible...So drop the shit! I will see you at Driven By Hate...BITCH!

With that Zex drops the microphone and makes his way up the ramp as the fans laugh and cheer as he exits the arena.

[Neil]

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ANGRY MAN
Written by: Craig & Neil

Commissioner Butcher sits in his office behind his desk with the view from ringside playing on his television screen. He reaches his hand into a bag of pretzel sticks and takes one out, chomping down on it in enjoyment as the crumbs liter his desk and suit. Enjoying the last few bites very much, he reaches for his glass of water next, taking a big gulp before letting out a relaxed sigh.

The Butcher: Ahhhhh.

Soon enough though his troubles begin to mount as a fired up Dexter Davis comes walking through the open door of the office, glaring The Butcher down.

Dexter Davis: What the fuck is this?  WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?!

Dexter's face is bright red as he glares at the Commissioner.

Dexter Davis: How in the fuck does he get a Premiere Title shot not doing anything?

The Butcher: Calm down, Mr. Davis. Please, take a seat. Want a pretzel?

Dexter looks at the office ceiling livid at how Butcher wants him to act.  He throws the glass of water off the desk as it smashes against the floor. 

Dexter Davis: Calm down?  I busted my ass defending the Primetime Title.  One defense away from hitting the limit and getting a Premiere Title shot.  Card does nothing and gets one!  The fuck is this shit Butch?

By now the Commissioner does not look pleased himself now that he can't wash down his pretzels.

The Butcher: You must have missed his performance in the Battle Royal at Violation 143. He basically started the match and ended up in the top 3. Surely he has to get something for that, eh?

Dexter Davis: No.  No he doesn't.  That man already has two title and you keep feeding into his greed.  You know I could blame all of this shit on you but I'm not that kind of man. 

Dexter takes a seat on the desk and keeps glaring at Butcher. 

Dexter Davis: The way I see things is that he screwed me out of that match just like how he's screwed me out of everything else in this company.  You do nothing to stop him.  Pretty soon his blood will be all on your hands.

The Commissioner rises from his chair and wipes some of the crumbs from his suit, allowing them to drift to the floor.

The Butcher: Please explain to me, Davis, how I am responsible for stopping him from defeating you?

Dexter Davis: Because you continually allow his merry band of jackasses to distract anyone and everyone at ringside.  Because you don't fine the man for his actions.  As long as we bring you ratings you don't fucking care about any of us.

The Commissioner sneers slightly towards Dexter Davis, obviously being stung by one of his comments.

The Butcher: Natasha and Mr. Murphy are employed by this company and can be at ringside according to the rules of wrestling. However, I will agree with you that they do find a way to get involved in all of Card's matches. I'm short on referees as it is with all of these disgusting attacks so I cannot afford to put another referee at ringside. And I'm not going to straight out ban them from ringside either. How about this then, the next time you face Chris Card, you bring two “managers” of your own? You know, to even the odds as they say.

Dexter shakes his head. 

Dexter Davis: Nah.  I'm not a goddamn coward like he is.  I fight my own battles and it looks like I'll have to do this without anyone else's support.  My partner is hurt.  I got no one.  No one.  So how about you do something smart for once and fuck off.

The Butcher: You know where the door is, Davis. Just get out of my office!

Dexter Davis: You know where my ass is too so you can kiss it.  Punk ass. 

Dexter thinks about hitting Butcher but thinks better of it and leaves the office altogether shaking his head while muttering to himself.

The Commissioner shakes his head as he watches Dexter Davis leave the office.

The Butcher: That is one angry man.

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REGULAR RULES
Chase Martelle vs. Aiden Miles
Written by: Mary & Steve

Franks: Well, we're about to get underway here and this next match should be an interesting one as newcomer Chase Martelle, fresh off a victory in her debut gets set to take on the crafty veteran, Aiden Miles; also successful against the giant, Dragon Khan last week.

Quadros: Oh yeah, here comes my future wife now, Chase Martelle!

Franks: Uh-huh, keep dreaming, Ray.

The arena lights begin to flicker suddenly as the original opening chords to Billy Idol's "Rebel Yell" resonate throughout the arena. The lights then shut off briefly while the original chords of "Rebel Yell" abruptly fade out and are replaced a second later by the heavy, bass-laden riffs of Dope's cover of "Rebel Yell." The lights flicker again while a solitary spotlight centers upon the shapely visage of Chase Martelle; brandishing her trademark, stoic gaze, standing calmly at the top of the entrance ramp. A sudden but brief explosion of red pyrotechnics echo throughout the arena while "Rebel Yell" is now in full swing. The lighting in the venue returns to normal while Chase quickly surveys the audience and the atmosphere in the arena then sprints down towards the ring. Chase hits the ring apron then quickly slides under the bottom rope and into the ring. She swiftly kips to her feet, then scales the closest turnbuckle to acknowledge the cheering from the audience in attendance. After eating up the adulation, Chase back-flips off the turnbuckle then proceeds to limber up in preparation for her match.

Franks: This match was requested by Martelle after having her butt pinched backstage by Miles last week. Interestingly enough, Aiden further insulted Chase but not even realizing that she's employed as a wrestler here.

Quadros: Hey, I can't blame Aiden for pinching her ass, Carl. I would've done the same thing if I were in his shoes! I mean, just look at that ass!

Franks: Yeah and I get the feeling you wouldn't be alive to brag about if you did, Ray.

Ghost by Ian Astbury & Slash plays through the speaker system, as smoke fills around the entrance ramp, hovering a few centimeters above the ground. A platform slowly rises from under the ramp, as Aiden Miles stands with his arms outstretched, with his head hung, almost like a rock star pose. As the ramp connects with the platform, Aiden Miles slowly walks down. A black army style shirt, arms cut off, unbuttoned flaps a little in the wind from the smoke machines, as Miles reaches the ring, rolling under the bottom rope.

As Aiden rolls into the ring, he glances at Chase and simply laughs, shaking his head in contempt. Chase merely nods at him in reply, leaping in place awaiting the bell.

Franks: Here's an interesting side note to this match: This will probably be one of the few competitors Martelle will face where she actually has a height advantage over a male competitor.

Quadros: She looks like an Amazon in the ring, standing over Aiden Miles!

The bell rings and Martelle and Miles instantly lock up. After a brief second, Miles simply tosses Martelle to the side like a rag doll. Miles puts his hands on his hips brandishing a cocky, contemptuous grin in her direction. Martelle shakes her head and picks herself up from the canvas, glaring a hole through Aiden.

Quadros: She may have the height, Carl; but Aiden is still stronger!

Chase comes in to lock horns with Miles again, following a quick struggle, Miles tosses Chase to the side again and follows it up by raising his arms up and flexing his biceps, adding insult to injury. The audience begins to boo him as he struts around, still flexing his muscles for the crowd. Martelle brushes her self off the canvas again and yells in his general direction. Aiden rolls his eyes and casually turns his attention to Chase who flips him off drawing a wild reaction in favor of Chase.

Franks: The tension between these two is extra thick; and I think Martelle has had enough of his posturing and told Miles exactly how she feels about it. Looks like this crowd is rallying behind her as a result of that obscene gesture shes throwing in Aiden's direction.

Quadros: You know Carl, that's not very lady-like of Martelle; but it's damn hot watching that fiery temper of Chase ooze to the surface!

Aiden; annoyed with Martelle for swaying the audience with her middle finger gesture, dashes at Martelle with a clothesline attempt. Martelle sidesteps, grabbing his arm in then process and drives him down to the canvas using his forward momentum against him. She then locks in a seated armbar putting the finishing touches on her "Ego Check" signature.

Franks: Nice clothesline counter by Chase here. She effectively calls that the Ego Check and she really seems to be applying the torque to Aiden's arm here, tugging at it mercilessly. Referee, Steve Upshaw asking Miles if he wants to submit here and Miles emphatically yells No!

Quadros: That was a nifty little move by Chase! She's not only hot, but she's got some skills in that ring.

Following a moment of Miles writhing in pain form the armbar, he somehow is able to maneuver to his knees and powers him self out of the hold reversing it into a standing reverse armbar of his own. Martelle quickly elbows him twice and Miles lets go of the hold. Martelle runs into the ropes, leaping onto the second one then springboards backwards nailing Aiden Miles with a drop kick in the process. Martelle goes for a cover and Upshaw moves into position for the count.

1...

Miles easily kicks out and tosses Chase off of him and retreats into a corner glowering at Chase with disbelief. Chase simply smiles back and gestures for him to "come on."

Franks: Looks like Chase is beginning to get in the head of Aiden Miles a bit, as the roles have reversed here and it's Chase whose now taunting " The Standard."

Quadros: Not a smart move by Chase. She should be applying the pressure here not playing into Miles hands.

The referee checks on Miles who; abruptly shoves Steve Upshaws hand away from him. After catching his breath momentarily, Miles exits the corner and taunts Chase to lock up with him. Chase obliges, refusing to back down and locks up with him only to have Miles grab a handful of her brunette locks and viciously slam her head and back into the mat. Chase immediately clutches her head, wincing in pain, while Miles once again draws the ire of the crowd by tapping on his head repeatedly as if to say he's out-smarted Chase this time.

Franks: What a coward, yanking on Chase's hair like that! He should be ashamed of having to resort to such tactics!

Quadros: I think that's smart wrestling, Carl. You gotta do what you gotta do to get an edge in that ring.

Upshaw verbally warns Aiden for pulling on Chase's hair. Aiden brushes him aside arrogantly and takes his time, strutting casually toward Chase as she continues to hold her head in apparent pain. Aiden nonchalantly grabs one of her legs attempting to lock her in a figure four, but Chase counters by turning onto her stomach then swiftly hand springing head over heels catching Aiden completely off guard with a handspring style spin kick. Aiden stumbles towards the ropes while Chase quickly kips to her feet; drawing the awe of the crowd in the process and runs for the opposite ropes. They both bounce off the ring ropes simultaneously and Aiden comes at Chase with a sudden super kick attempt. Chase sees it and ducks under it at the last possible second. Miles tries to recover and turns around just as Martelle stops suddenly, turns and levels Aiden to the mat with a swift spinning heel kick. Martelle goes for a quick cover and Upshaw counts off...

1... 2...

Miles kicks out.

Franks: I gotta say, this is an excellent display of speed and agility were witnessing from Martelle here. I don't think Miles went into this match taking her seriously at all and is suddenly finding himself reeling from Chase's offensive capabilities here.

Quadros: Did you see how fast she flipped onto her feet like that? That was impressive as hell!

Martelle lays a couples of boots to Miles back and grabs his head and neck, assisting him to his feet and attempts an Irish-whip only for Miles to reverse it suddenly and whips her into the ropes instead. Martelle throws Aiden off as she handsprings into the ropes and bounces off landing on her feet then leaping backwards and connecting with a back-spring elbow sending Miles to the mat. The crowd is getting more and more behind Chase as she bolts for the nearest corner and scales it effortlessly signaling to fans that she's attempting her "Ego Killer" finisher, but in the brief moment she takes her eyes off of Miles, Aiden grabs referee Steve Upshaw and throws him towards the corner Martelle is perched upon. Chase realizes what's going on and leapfrogs over Upshaw as he stops himself from smashing into the corner. As Chase lands, she takes a step then launches at Miles with a cross body block, knocking Miles to the canvas, yet Miles uses Chase's momentum against her and rolls over her in the process with a small package pin attempt. Upshaw rebounds from the corner and slides down for the count.

1...

Chase is almost able to kick out but Miles positions his feet on the second ropes for extra leverage. An illegal move that Steve Upshaw doesn't see as he continues to count.

2... 3!

The bell rings and Ghost begins to play as Miles instantly removes his feet from the second rope and rolls out of the ring. The fans boo him viciously while Martelle quickly scrambles to her feet and tries to grab Miles, but he's already out of the ring and retreating up the ramp, laughing at Chase's misfortune and celebrating his victory with his arms raised over his head.

Franks: NO! Not like this! Martelle was in firm control of that match for the most part, only to be cheated out of a potential victory! He used the same pin attempt on Dragon Khan last week and now screws Chase over with the same pin attempt this week.

Quadros: What an opportunist, Miles is. It wasn't pretty but a win is a win and that's two in a row for Aiden Miles! They don't call him "The Standard" for nothing, Carl!

Martelle is completely incensed in the ring, arguing her case with referee Steve Upshaw informing him of Miles' feet on the second rope. Upshaw shakes his head, gesturing that he didn't see anything. Martelle storms towards the ropes kicking the bottom rope in the process while mouthing off in Aiden's general direction. Aiden responds by thrusting his hips back and forth in a vulgar display of sexism, as if to say he was literally screwing Chase.

Chase shakes her head in disgust, spitting in his direction but Aiden is too far up the ramp to get hit by her saliva.

Franks: Well judging by the reaction of the outcome here tonight, I have a feeling we'll be seeing these two in the ring again in the very near future!

Quadros: Aw, don't be so upset, Chase. Come on over by me; ole' Ray here would be more then happy to console you in your time of need!

Franks: You're such a dog, Ray.

Quadros begins to bark sarcastically at Carl Franks while the camera shows Aiden disappearing behind the entrance way, his arms raised triumphantly. As Aiden exits ringside, Martelle continues to vehemently argue her case with referee Steve Upshaw in the middle of the ring.

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LAST MINUTE CHANGES
Written by: Donnie

Tony Field bursts into his private dressing room, a look of annoyance dressing his face. Rochelle glances up at Tony curiously. Tony silently walks over to Rochelle and her a folded up piece of paper. Rochelle gives the paper a look, raising her eyebrow, before glancing back up at Tony.

Rochelle Robinson: What’s this?

Tony gives her a little shrug.

Tony Field: Just read it, you’ll see. It’s a crock of bullshit is what it is.

Rochelle unfolds the piece of paper, then starts to read it aloud.

Rochelle Robinson: Mr. Field, This is to inform you of the details of your match tonight. Due to recent attacks on PWA officials they have threatened to walk out if they are forced to officiate one of your matches. Due to this, Evan Andrews has been named special guest referee for your match against Josh Cantrell tonight. Farther more, I understand you have competitive control and your initial reaction will be to exercise this clause, which is well within your contractual rights to do so. However, I would like to inform you that should you win this match tonight against Mr. Cantrell you will earn a formal review to lift the suspension of one Glen Watts. Sincerely, Butcher.

Tony just shakes his head in disgust as he Rochelle reads the last line. Rochelle gives the memo one last once over before she looks up at Tony.

Rochelle Robinson: This is a conflict of interest.

Tony Field: You’re damn straight it is. Not only does Evan Andrews have a beef with me, but he’s Cantrell’s damn brother in law.

Rochelle Robinson: So what do we do?

Tony shrugs his shoulders.

Tony Field: Fight the match I suppose. Even with Evan out to screw me, I’m still better than Cantrell.

Rochelle Robinson: He’s gonna screw you over, you know?

Tony Field: Oh believe me, I don’t doubt it. But if he does, there WILL be consequences to pay….

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A MATTER OF RESPECT!
Written by: Sam & Ed

[ Backstage we find Sam Washington walking down the hall way. He stops as an orderly passes by. ]

Sam Washington: Have you seen Rob Diamond?

Orderly: N.. No?

Sam Washington: No one has! His match is coming up soon, where is he?

[ Sam continues walking down the hall like a man on a mission when he pauses and hears... ]

Rob Diamond: HEY ASSHOLE!

[ Sam turns just in time to catch a chair to the mid section. ]

Rob Diamond: Oh, sorry... NOT!

[ Rob swings the chair again but Sam ducks out of the way and Rob connects with the floor. Sam clocks him in the face with a right hand and kicks the chair away. Rob stands up and blocks the next shot as Sam swings for his head again. Rob attempts to punt Sam in the groin but Same blocks his leg only to catch a head butt. Washington falls back as Rob runs up on him, Sam drives an elbow into Rob's gut and grabs him by the hair so he can slam his face into the wall. ]

Sam Washington: NO ONE DISRESPECTS THE FLAG!

[ He bashes Rob's face into the wall three more times before tossing him back. Rob stumbles on the floor and falls back. Washington turns around and leans over to grab Rob but Diamond drives the ball of his heel into the groin of Sam Washington! ]

Rob Diamond: HAH! I'll disrespect whatever the hell I want!

[ Rob grabs the chair as Sam drops to his knees. ]

Rob Diamond: FYI, tell your mother I said "HI"!

[ Rob brings the chair down, Sam just gets his hands up to block the shot but he still feels some of the blunt force from the shot. Rob rears back again but Washington drives his fist into Rob's gut and leaps up to upper cut Diamond right on the jaw. Rob falls back and throws the chair at Washington who moves just in time. Sam and Rob both lunge forward and grab each other around the neck as security finally spills into the hall way and rips these two men apart. ]

Sam Washington: THIS ISN'T OVER ROB!

Rob Diamond: YOU KEEP SAYING THAT!

Sam Washington: I WILL TEACH YOU SOME RESPECT! EVEN IF I HAVE TO BEAT IT INTO YOU!

[ Sam continues to struggle against security but Rob stops fighting and lets them drag him away as he smiles. ]

Rob Diamond: Beat this.

[ He makes a jerking off motion as he pulls free from security and heads off down the hall way. Sam stares daggers into the back of Rob's head as he leaves. ]

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REGULAR RULES
Jack Gaither vs. Dragon Khan
Written by: John

[DING-DING-DING!]

*"KKKHHHHHAAAANNNNN!!!!!!!!"

The lights in the arena turn into a Satanic-red hue as the opening strains of Metallica's "Master of Puppets" begins to play. Streams of pyro go off as the demonic Dragon Khan--clad in his metallic red armor and mask--slowly walks to the ring with "The Master"--wearing his black cloak and hood--in tow along with “Mistress Yuko,” who wears a red cloak with matching hood. Khan spits red mist toward a camera as he methodically makes his way to the ring; "The Master" carefully removes Khan's armor, revealing red wrestling tights and black boots.*

FREDDY FERDINAND: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, weighing 341 pounds: DRAGON KHAAAAAAAN!

*The massive seven footer walks to the ring with a look of determination in his eyes as he waits for Jack Gaither to arrive, and the 50,000-plus in Cowboys Stadium rise to their feet as Drowning Pool’s “Bodies” starts to play. Yet we don’t see “The Golden Eagle” anywhere, and after a few minutes, the music stops playing as Khan and company wonder what the hell is going on.*

CARL FRANKS: Ummm…we were supposed to have Dragon Khan going up against Jack Gaither tonight, but Gaither is nowhere to be found.

RAY QUADROS: Gaither’s a chicken-wuss Carl. That “Big Bang” made him think twice about stepping into the ring with Khan!

CARL: This…this is not good, fans. Here comes one of our officials now, and it looks like she’s got a memo in her hand.

*Indeed, the so-called “Big Bang” must have REALLY did a number on “The Golden Eagle” as newly-reinstated PWA senior official Sasha Brown begins to walk down the ramp and make her way to the ring, holding a mike and a white piece of paper in her left hand.*

RAY: What the hell is goin’ on!?

CARL: My God…you gotta admire the bravery of Sasha Brown for coming into the ring to stand face-to-face with Khan after the big giant was legitimately cheated out of a match last week courtesy of Aiden Miles.

RAY: Sasha, I’d deliver the news now and run if I were you.

*At this point in time, the crowd doesn’t know exactly what to think as Sasha reads the contents that were written onto this piece of paper.*

SASHA BROWN: Thank you very much for allowing me to come out here tonight and personally give you the latest information I have on Jack Gaither. The following message was given to me by the Mission Trail Baptist Hospital in San Antonio: “Jack Gaither, as a result from being on the receiving end of a maneuver called “Big Bang” last week, has suffered numerous injuries including blunt force trauma to the head as well as second and third degree burns over sixty percent of his body. At this time…”

*Sasha’s lips begin to quiver with unbridled fear and trepidation as she reads the rest of the memo to Khan and his friends standing behind him, who all share equally sinister expressions on their faces.*

SASHA: “Mr. Gaither is currently in a coma, and we at Mission Trail Baptist do not have an exact timetable as to when he will eventually recover from his injuries. Even after he does recover…Mr. Gaither will be unable to wrestle for any professional organization due to the extent of his injuries. Thank you very much for your time.”

RAY: Holy…

CARL: God Almighty…we all knew that the so-called “Big Bang” would be a very dangerous move!

RAY: And unlike the first time Gaither was put in a coma, I hope he stays in this one permanently. Hehehe…

CARL: That’s not funny. Shut up!

*The fans in Cowboys Stadium begin to riot! Cups, popcorn boxes, and other projectiles go flying into the ring as the boos and catcalls rain down from the luxury suites and lower seating bowl down to the floor level. Dodging the crap that’s being tossed from the angry peanut gallery, Sasha grimly relays the news to the heavysei Freddy Ferdinand, who has no choice but to make the following announcement.*

FREDDY: Ladies and gentlemen, Jack Gaither will not be able to compete tonight due to injury. Therefore, the winner of this bout, as a result of a forfeit: DRAGON KHAAAAAN!

*Fat Freddy simply drops his microphone and lumbers backstage, leaving colleague Sasha Brown high and dry in the ring against the likes of Khan and Company. As the cloaked Master Gillmen and Mistress Yuko look on with glee, Khan looks to be torn between two different sides of the spectrum. On one hand, he got what he was looking for by taking Jack Gaither out of the wrestling equation for good; on the other hand, the giant has OTHER matters that he needs to attend to—as in how to deal with Sasha Brown following last week’s events. With anger and rage in his eyes, Khan snatches the stick from a visibly shaken senior official. Sasha turns to run out of the ring, but she is caught from behind and held back by the Master and Mistress combination. Nodding his head in approval, the mammoth monster raises the mike up and speaks for the first time with a very distinct and thick Belgian accent.*

KHAN: Miss Sasha Brown…I want you to understand that this is not personal, but rather…this is business. We—Master Gillmen, Mistress Yuko, and myself—got what we wanted after all, and now that Our first objective is completed, Master Gillmen had to remind me that the journey—the path we take—never stops. It keeps on going, and right now, Miss Sasha Brown, you are in Our grasp.

*Yuko places her right hand over the terrified referee’s mouth to prevent her from screaming as John looks on with a very evil intention in his mind.*

KHAN: Last week, you thought it would be funny to turn a blind eye to my opponent’s cheating ways—just as everyone else continues to think of Us as nothing more than a joke. We will be coming after the top men and women in this federation, and…Miss Sasha Brown…no one will be laughing after We dispose of EVERY SINGLE ONE who DARE S to oppose Us—starting with you!

*The ice cold stare of Khan pierces through the very conscience of referee Sasha Brown as the crowd has a very bad feeling that something’s going down.*

RAY: Ohhhhh…shit…

*Yuko and John shove the hapless female referee into the waiting arms of the angry Dragon Khan, who immediately puts his massive right hand around his victim’s neck and places her in a torture rack! The fans are in riot mode as more projectiles are tossed into the squared circle.*

CARL: WHAT THE HELL IS THIS!?!

*Sasha begins to scream out loud as Khan simply continues to apply the pressure; meanwhile, John and Yuko—now fully cloaked again—head outside the ring to look for some goodies. They manage to find several important items in particular—a blue steel folding chair and two pairs of shiny handcuffs—and toss them into the ring at Khan’s feet.*

CARL: GOD DAMN YOU, KHAN! THAT’S A WOMAN!!

RAY: A steel chair and handcuffs?! I’ve got a baaaaad feeling about this…

*Yep, Sasha Brown gets spiked head first into the mat with the DEMON DROP as the jeers of the crowd turn into screams for Khan to stop. The seriously pissed off giant picks up a KO’d Sasha Brown and places her into the corner; the spiked red armor gleams under the Cowboys Stadium lights as Khan applies both sets of handcuffs—one pair for each arm—to Sasha’s wrists, essentially tying her to the corner.*

RAY: This guy’s insane! Is he gonna ACTUALLY HIT Sasha Brown with that chair!?

CARL: Oh my God—NO! DON’T DO IT, KHAN! DON’T DO IT!

*The crowd springs to life again as a group of security officers storm the ring to take the chair away from Khan! They toss the chair away and into the first row of seats for a souvenir—BIG mistake! Khan grabs one security official and lifts him high in the air; as the black uniformed bald dude shakes his head “NO!”, the mammoth beast simply tosses his victim into the first row of seats just like Andy Sheppard two weeks ago! The other security members instantly recognize Khan’s power and back off, allowing the big man to spray red and black mist—a.k.a. “BAD BREATH”—into the eyes of a tied up Sasha Brown! Khan feels satisfied with the damage he’s caused and simply lumbers out of the ring while the remaining security guards untie a crying senior official from the corner and escort her out of harm’s way. With a boatload of uniformed Arlington police officers and stadium security guards following close behind, Khan and Company make their exit to a very pissed off audience as “Master of Puppets” plays.*

RAY: I hope Sasha Brown’s OK…

CARL: We really need to pray for Jack Gaither folks, because I can’t believe that ANY normal human being would cause so much pain and destruction, and Dragon Khan is NOT a human being! He’s an ANIMAL—A WILD ANIMAL—that should be locked up in a zoo! The man’s got no soul, he’s got no heart, and the son-of-a-bitch doesn’t have any SENSE OF REMORSE for what he’s done to Jack Gaither, Andy Sheppard, and now Sasha Brown!

RAY: It doesn’t matter who you are, but if you’re a member of this promotion, than you had better watch your back, because I have a feeling that Khan’s wrath is only just beginning!

[Neil]

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OFFICIAL GUARANTEE
Written by: Neil

Referee Sasha Brown finds herself in the Commissioner's office with her rear end planted in the seat across from his desk, clearly annoyed about something. At the moment Commissioner Butcher is not there which may be the reason she doesn't have a smile on her face. Whatever the case may be, we are sure to find out soon as the Commissioner walks in with a new glass to drink out of and a jovial smile upon his face.

The Butcher: Referee Brown, can I help you?

The Head Official of PWA rises to her feet with respect for her boss but remains to be in a sour mood apparently.

Sasha Brown: Good evening, Commissioner. It is time we talk.

The Butcher: I knew this was coming.

He closes the door behind him before walking around the desk and taking a seat. The only female referee in PWA sits back down herself, crossing her legs as she does so.

Sasha Brown: I've been asked by my fellow officials to meet with you and discuss the recent malicious attacks upon my co-workers. We all ready have two referees placed on injury reserve and who knows when they will be returning to their jobs, if they ever will.

The Butcher: These have been an unfortunate turn of events, Ms. Brown, and I assure you they will be dealt with.

Sasha Brown: May I ask how?

The Butcher: It will be dealt with.

Sasha Brown: That doesn't sound very reassuring!

The Butcher: Trust me with this, Ms. Brown. Tell the referees that I will deal with this. Referees will be given the proper respect that they deserve here in PWA.

Sasha Brown: That sounds like a load of political correct crap, Commissioner! I expected more from you. Judging by the look on your face I don't think you even have a clue what you are going to do. But I know what I am going to do, Commissioner.

The Butcher: You don't need to make threats, Sasha...

Sasha Brown: No threats, Commissioner! Just guarantees. If referees continue to be attacked here in PWA then I will have no choice but to instruct my co-workers to stop officiating PWA matches. And that starts tonight!

The Butcher: You don't need to do this.

Referee Brown rises to her feet and heads towards the office door, preparing to leave. However she looks back towards the Commissioner with a menacing glare.

Sasha Brown: It is all ready done, Commissioner. Don't be surprised if you don't get the outcomes you are looking for tonight. Talk to you again soon.

With that, the Head Referee of PWA leaves the office with the Commissioner left not looking too pleased himself and perhaps regretting he brought her back to PWA.

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TAG TEAM MATCH
Rob Diamond & Victor Jace vs. Nighthawk & Dexter Davis
Written by: Okori

Freddy Ferdinand: “This next contest is a tag team match and is scheduled for one fall.”

('Spit it out' begins to play over the loud speaker as the lights turn blue, shrouding the entire arena in a creepy glow. A rather bulky image can be seen standing at the head of the ramp, his arms resting on his side as the lights come back on, revealing Victor Jace and his constantly sadistic smile. With an arrogant strut, he begins his descent to the ring, climbing up the stairs and going in between the ropes as the fans begin to show their hatred for him. With a proud look on his face, he stands on the middle rope, leans towards the crowd, and yells at the fans. Villain by Theory of a Deadman hits the pa as Rob Diamond walks out to a chorus of boos from the crowd. He doesn't care, he doesn't even taunt them as he heads to the ring. Walking down the ramp in time with the song he rolls in under the bottom rope, looking from side to side he goes to throw them a crotch chop before just flipping them all the bird and heading to his corner.)

Freddy Ferdinand: “Introducing first, at a total combined weight of 470 pounds, the team of Rob Diamond and Victor Jace.”

(As Rob Diamond and Victor Jace wait in the ring, the lights throughout the arena slowly fade to black before “Holding Out For A Hero (The Autumn Wind Intro)” by Emery booms out through the sound system, heralding the arrival of Nighthawk who stands at the top of the ramp until the simple intro of "Frontlines" by Diabolic feat. Immortal Technique starts up with the members of the group speaking. When the beat kicks in out walks Dexter Davis to the joy of the crowd. He looks blankly at them but they all know he appreciates the support. Slowly he walks down to the ring not bothering to slap hands that stick over the guardrail. Dexter walks around ringside still showing no real emotion before rolling into the ring. People cheer for him as he bounces up to his feet. Dexter backs into a corner letting the music fade off.)

Freddy Ferdinand: “And introducing their opponents, at a total combined weight of 400 pounds, ‘The Wrestling Machine’ Nighthawk and Dexter Davis!”

(As the bell rings both teams try to figure out who they want to start the match, Dexter Davis starting for the tecnico team while Victor Jace does the same for his side. Immediately Dexter lands a trio of hard forearms to the head following that up with a push kick to the leg and then a basement dropkick to the forehead. Dragging Victor Jace over to their side of the ring Dexter tags in Nighthawk who springboards in with a corkscrew moonsault that gets a 2-count. Hitting a quick wraparound armdrag, the Chicago native sends Victor to the floor before tagging in Dexter who quickly hits a tope con Hilo taking out Victor Jace.)

(However, as Nighthawk looks to follow him out with a dive of his own Rob Diamond simply trips him on the way by, leaving him the opening to hit a kneedrop to the back of the head. Meanwhile, as Dexter tries to get back to his corner, Victor Jace low blows him from behind and then throws him into the ring steps. Smirking Rob Diamond now blatantly chokes Nighthawk in front of the referee, who gets to a 4-count before Rob breaks the hold. Tagging in Victor Jace Rob blows an insulting kiss to Dexter Davis who is still crawling to his corner, as Victor Jace powerbombs Nighthawk in the middle of the ring for a 2-count. Seeing Dexter get up almost to the corner Victor Jace forearms him in the head, smirking as Dexter charges into the ring allowing the rudos to blatantly choke Nighthawk out of view of the referee who is busy dealing with Dexter Davis and trying to get him back to his corner. When the referee turns back around Rob Diamond is in the middle of the ring, hitting a beautiful vertical suplex before ascending to the 2nd turnbuckle to come off with an elbowdrop. But as he does the “Wrestling Machine” finds the strength to hit a step-up enzuigiri using the 2nd rope to send Rob Diamond to the floor before using his last bit of energy to tag in Dexter Davis before collapsing to the floor himself.)

(Almost as soon as Dexter Davis comes in he zaps Victor Jace with a running jumping knee to the face, following that up with a release German suplex and then a standing moonsault before covering and getting a 2-count. But as Dexter signals for the Go 2 Pele Rob Diamond somehow sneaks back in the ring and tosses Dexter to the floor, only to be caught from behind by Nighthawk with a Last Rites. But as Nighthawk turns around Victor Jace meets him with a huge lariat only to be met by Dexter with a springboard dropkick as all 4 men collapse to the mat.)

(But as Rob Diamond sets up for an Atomic Legdrop Sam Washington runs down and starts yelling curses at Diamond, who quickly drops to the floor and begins to brawl with Washington, both men eventually disappearing behind the curtain. As Washington and Diamond continue to fight Vendetta struts down to the ringside area, drawing Nighthawk’s attention as he wobbles to his feet. Getting a running start Nighthawk flies over the ropes with a spaceman asai moonsault, leaving Dexter Davis and Victor Jace in the middle of the ring. But as both men get up to their feet Dexter ducks a slow clothesline and comes back around with the Go 2 Pele, covering and quickly getting a three-count.)

Freddy Ferdinand: “The winners of the match, Nighthawk and Dexter Davis.”

Freddy Ferdinand: “This next contest is a tag team match and is scheduled for one fall.”

('Spit it out' begins to play over the loud speaker as the lights turn blue, shrouding the entire arena in a creepy glow. A rather bulky image can be seen standing at the head of the ramp, his arms resting on his side as the lights come back on, revealing Victor Jace and his constantly sadistic smile. With an arrogant strut, he begins his descent to the ring, climbing up the stairs and going in between the ropes as the fans begin to show their hatred for him. With a proud look on his face, he stands on the middle rope, leans towards the crowd, and yells at the fans. Villain by Theory of a Deadman hits the pa as Rob Diamond walks out to a chorus of boos from the crowd. He doesn't care, he doesn't even taunt them as he heads to the ring. Walking down the ramp in time with the song he rolls in under the bottom rope, looking from side to side he goes to throw them a crotch chop before just flipping them all the bird and heading to his corner.)

Freddy Ferdinand: “Introducing first, at a total combined weight of 470 pounds, the team of Rob Diamond and Victor Jace.”

(As Rob Diamond and Victor Jace wait in the ring, the lights throughout the arena slowly fade to black before “Holding Out For A Hero (The Autumn Wind Intro)” by Emery booms out through the sound system, heralding the arrival of Nighthawk who stands at the top of the ramp until the simple intro of "Frontlines" by Diabolic feat. Immortal Technique starts up with the members of the group speaking. When the beat kicks in out walks Dexter Davis to the joy of the crowd. He looks blankly at them but they all know he appreciates the support. Slowly he walks down to the ring not bothering to slap hands that stick over the guardrail. Dexter walks around ringside still showing no real emotion before rolling into the ring. People cheer for him as he bounces up to his feet. Dexter backs into a corner letting the music fade off.)

Freddy Ferdinand: “And introducing their opponents, at a total combined weight of 400 pounds, ‘The Wrestling Machine’ Nighthawk and Dexter Davis!”

(As the bell rings both teams try to figure out who they want to start the match, Dexter Davis starting for the tecnico team while Victor Jace does the same for his side. Immediately Dexter lands a trio of hard forearms to the head following that up with a push kick to the leg and then a basement dropkick to the forehead. Dragging Victor Jace over to their side of the ring Dexter tags in Nighthawk who springboards in with a corkscrew moonsault that gets a 2-count. Hitting a quick wraparound armdrag, the Chicago native sends Victor to the floor before tagging in Dexter who quickly hits a tope con Hilo taking out Victor Jace.)

(However, as Nighthawk looks to follow him out with a dive of his own Rob Diamond simply trips him on the way by, leaving him the opening to hit a kneedrop to the back of the head. Meanwhile, as Dexter tries to get back to his corner, Victor Jace low blows him from behind and then throws him into the ring steps. Smirking Rob Diamond now blatantly chokes Nighthawk in front of the referee, who gets to a 4-count before Rob breaks the hold. Tagging in Victor Jace Rob blows an insulting kiss to Dexter Davis who is still crawling to his corner, as Victor Jace powerbombs Nighthawk in the middle of the ring for a 2-count. Seeing Dexter get up almost to the corner Victor Jace forearms him in the head, smirking as Dexter charges into the ring allowing the rudos to blatantly choke Nighthawk out of view of the referee who is busy dealing with Dexter Davis and trying to get him back to his corner. When the referee turns back around Rob Diamond is in the middle of the ring, hitting a beautiful vertical suplex before ascending to the 2nd turnbuckle to come off with an elbowdrop. But as he does the “Wrestling Machine” finds the strength to hit a step-up enzuigiri using the 2nd rope to send Rob Diamond to the floor before using his last bit of energy to tag in Dexter Davis before collapsing to the floor himself.)

(Almost as soon as Dexter Davis comes in he zaps Victor Jace with a running jumping knee to the face, following that up with a release German suplex and then a standing moonsault before covering and getting a 2-count. But as Dexter signals for the Go 2 Pele Rob Diamond somehow sneaks back in the ring and tosses Dexter to the floor, only to be caught from behind by Nighthawk with a Last Rites. But as Nighthawk turns around Victor Jace meets him with a huge lariat only to be met by Dexter with a springboard dropkick as all 4 men collapse to the mat.)

(But as Rob Diamond sets up for an Atomic Legdrop Sam Washington runs down and starts yelling curses at Diamond, who quickly drops to the floor and begins to brawl with Washington, both men eventually disappearing behind the curtain. As Washington and Diamond continue to fight Vendetta struts down to the ringside area, drawing Nighthawk’s attention as he wobbles to his feet. Getting a running start Nighthawk flies over the ropes with a spaceman asai moonsault, leaving Dexter Davis and Victor Jace in the middle of the ring. But as both men get up to their feet Dexter ducks a slow clothesline and comes back around with the Go 2 Pele, covering and quickly getting a three-count.)

Freddy Ferdinand: “The winners of the match, Nighthawk and Dexter Davis.”

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COCK BLOCKING!
Written by: Mary & Steve

The scene cuts backstage by the wrestlers locker rooms. Standing outside the door, the camera zooms in on Aiden Miles; his right shoulder leaning against the nearby wall, flirting aggressively with PWA official, Sasha Brown. Sasha seems slightly apprehensive but flirts back as Aiden forcefully gropes at her. Sasha giggles nervously as Aiden whispers something in her ear. Her reaction to his softly spoken words forces a cocky grin to appear on his face. However, his grin is completely wiped away as Chase Martelle walks into the picture, shoving Sasha away from him.

Chase: Bet you're feeling pretty good about that cheap win out there tonight, huh.

Aiden simply laughs, shaking his head contemptuously.

Aiden: Get lost, wuman! You're blocking my cock here!

Aiden reaches out to grab at Sasha but Chase positions herself in front of her, preventing him from getting closer to her.

Chase: Yeah, be that as it may... You and I have unfinished business. I want a rematch next week...

Aiden cuts her off abruptly, it's all too apparent that he's getting annoyed with Chase now.

Aiden: Piss off! Who're you to demand anything, huh! I gave you a match, you lost! Stupid bitch, you have no business in the ring anyway. If anything, I did you a favor. I showed you your proper place in this business and that's in the kitchen making me pie and fetching me beer. Now if you don't mind, hop your little ass on down to the snack table and get me some food, wuman!

Aiden looks past Chase, glaring at Sasha.

Aiden: Sasha, get your ass over here, now!

Sasha looks at Chase nervously and attempts to walk over to Aiden as instructed, however Chase places her arm out across her chest preventing such an action. Chase continues to keep an eye on Aiden but addresses Sasha briefly for the moment.

Chase: Don't listen to him, Sasha. Trust me... You don't want anything to do with what this pig has in store for you.

Aiden has had it with Chase and suddenly becomes nasty and belligerent toward both women.

Aiden: Wuman... you keep running your mouth like that and I gonna pull out my...

Chase returns the favor and cuts him off, abruptly.

Chase: You want me out of here, no problem. All you have to do is give me my rematch!

Aiden shakes his head angrily in defiance.

Aiden: You stupid c@nt! Are you hard of hearing or something? I already told you, no rematch. You don't deserve it! You're not even fit to hold my jock strap! Women like you and that idiotic slut behind you are good for two things and two things only... cooking and screwing! So if you're not going to do either one for me then get the hell out of my face and drag your ass back to the street corner where you belong!

Chase merely shakes her head in disgust and revulsion.

Chase: Typical misogynistic response. You couldn't beat me cleanly and now you lack the testicular fortitude to man up and face a "wuman" in the ring again. Let me...

Aiden: Oh shut you're damn mouth already....

Chase: NO! You shut your damn mouth for once and let me finish! You don't want to cowboy up and face me again, fine! But you need to realize that their is one thing women are really... really good at. And no, it's not just cooking or screwing as you so eloquently stated earlier. We women are extremely proficient at making men's lives a living hell, especially when we don't get what we want! Trust me when I tell you this Aiden. You don't give me what I want, you keep ducking my demand for a rematch and I promise you... I WILL make your life a living hell! Bank on it!

Aiden chuckles and brushes her threat off nonchalantly.

Aiden: Oh ok, I'm shaking in my boots here, wuman! Whatever, you said your piece, now get the hell out of here and let Sasha and I get back to our conversation!

Chase grins sinisterly at Aiden.

Chase: Hmph, you know... you robbed me of a potential win tonight, Aiden. It's only fair I rob you of her in return. *Turning her attention to Sasha* Come on Sasha, lets get out of here.

Chase firmly grabs Sasha's arm and walks off; simultaneously Sasha glances back at Aiden, shrugs and obliges Chase, happily walking away with her. Aiden is shocked and angered by this and yells out at them angrily as they walk away

Aiden: Hey what the hell gives! I know you're not leaving all of this for some wuman? I know I'm not getting cock blocked by some dumb bitch.

Chase's voice can be heard off screen.

Chase: No get it right; you're getting cock blocked by "The" Bitch!

Aiden, frustrated beyond comprehension; flips them both off then angrily storms into the locker room, slamming the door shut behind him.

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REGULAR RULES
Slade vs. Sam Washington
Written by: Mary

Franks: We're back to in some more in-ring action here, as "The Patriot" Sam Washington gets set to take on none other then Slade.

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

Quadros: These two faced back at Violation 100 with Slade picking up the win. Ver since then Washington has been hungry for another shot at the former Heavyweight Champion.

Franks: He most certainly has. It's no secret that neither one of these competitors likes the other and that bad blood will more then likely spill over in that very ring tonight.

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: Both men are in the ring now and it looks like Sam Washington has some words for Slade here. Slade seems completely indifferent towards it as he calmly stalks towards him.

Quadros: Wow, you can literally feel the tension between these two, Carl! Something is ready to go down here and it's going to be explosive!

Sam continues to berate Slade verbally as the bell rings. Slade crosses his arms and simply glares at him contemptuously. Suddenly the tension reaches its boiling point and Washington shoves the much bigger Slade. Slade stumbles backward slightly, but recovers quickly and instantaneously shoves him back. The Patriot fumbles backward briefly, recovers; shakes his head and attempts to shove Slade again only for Slade to quickly counter and lock in a front face lock and follows it up with a face lock takedown, tossing Washington over the canvas, onto his back. Slade then quickly switches to a rear headlock, propping Washington to a seated position and placing his knee in Sam's back for extra leverage and torque.

Franks: Slade put that shoving match to rest rather quickly here, and has Washington in a rear headlock here.

Quadros: Yeah, but Sam is fighting his way out of it now.

Washington forces himself to his feet then muscles his way out of the headlock then spins behind Skade locking him in a rear waist lock then quickly executing a belly to back suplex with a pinning bridge attempt.

Franks: We've got a pin here and referee Morgan Tanner slides in with the count...

1... 2...

Quadros: Slade powers out of it! I'll tell you Carl, Slade's power can really catch people off guard.

As Slade powers out of the move, Washington is quick to get back on his feet and charges in at Slade. Slade gets to his feet as Washington comes in at him only to be met unceremoniously with a big boot dropping Washington to the canvas.

Quadros: Oh, that had to hurt! Washington is lucky that boot of Slade's didn't take his damn head off!

Franks: Washington seems to be favoring his jaw here and appears to be slightly disoriented here; and Slade wastes little time here laying some severe stomps to Washington's back and oh man, Slade gets some air here and crashes down on Washington's back with that nasty leg drop.

Following the leg drop across Sam's back, Slade rolls Washington over and covers him for a pin. Morgan Tanner counts it off...

1... 2....

Washington kicks out. Slade glowers in Tanner's direction slapping his hands three times in rapid succession.

Franks: Looks like Slade took exception to referee Moran Tanners count their.

Quadros: And look at Tanner telling Slade to shake it off and wrestle? He much have a death wish or something. We've had a rash of referees attacked as of late, he's not careful he'll be just another victim as well.

Slade grabs Sam by his head and neck lifting him to his feet. Slade scoops him up and slams him back to the mat with a high-angle body slam.

Franks: Ow, Slade is just having his way with Washington at the moment! I could feel that body slam all the way from here!

Quadros: Yeah, remind me never to get on Slade's bad side, Carl! That slam hurt me!

Slade stalks over Washington and lays the boots into his ribs and and side. Washington clutches his chest apparently writhing in pain as Slade suddenly heads towards the ropes. He bounces off and attempts to elbow drop The Patriot, but Sam rolls out the way. Slade's elbow connects with the canvas while Washington scrambles to his feet and heads for the ropes. As he rebounds, Slade recovers to his feet only to be dropped back to the mat as Washington nails him with a running high knee. Slade crumples to the mat as Washington follows up with a quick pin attempt.

1...

Franks: Washington appears to have regained some of the momentum here but Slade kicked out of that cover with a vengeance.

Quadros: Gonna take more then that to keep so done like Slade down, but Washington is certainly impressing me with his resiliency.

Washington reels into Slade with elbows and fists, but Slade fights his way back to his feet nailing Slade with this famous brawler style fists. The two keep exchanging but Slade gains the upper hand is this donnybrook and continues to unload on Washington. Finally, Slade grabs Sam and whips him into the ropes. Washington rebounds off hem ducking under Slade's clothesline attempt and bouncing off the other ropes. As he bounces off of them Washington attempts to nail Slade with a short arm clothesline attempt but runs into a Big F'n Boot by Slade instead. Slade quickly covers Washington as Tanner counts off...

1... 2... thre...

Washington kicks out at the last possible moment igniting the crowd.

Franks: That was very close! Slade was a nano-second away from winning this match!

Quadros: Slade was robbed, that was totally a three count, Carl! Now I understand why we've had a rash of ref's get beaten down as of late!

Franks: Be that as it may the match continues on and this capacity crowd is really getting into it.

Slade slams the mat in frustration then glares over at Tanner shaking his head in disappointment. He then turns back towards Sam Washington and attempts to pull him up to his feet. However, The Patriot rolls away and bounces off the ropes suddenly catching Slade with a short arm clothesline. He the. Follows up with stomps and kicks to a grounded Slade. Washington then pulls Slade up to his feet who suddenly fires shots into SAMs mid-section but Sam quickly pulls him into a front facing waist lock then muscles Slade over executing a textbook belly to belly suplex. Sam appears to be amped up as he removes the shoulder straps from his shoulders, roaring out toward the audience.

Franks: Washington is really feeling it now! He's got Slade reeling a bit here and is letting the crowd know it!

Quadros: Washington needs to pay more attention to Slade and worry less about getting the audience involved!

Slade stumbles into a corner for a quick breather, taking advantage of Washington's showboating. Sam turns and sprints toward Slade. Sam tries to hit Slade with a running elbow, but Slade dodges out of the way causing Sam to run chest first into the turnbuckles. Slade follows it up by trying to kick Washington in the spine. Yet, Sam spins out of the corner forcing Slade to whiff and hit the turnbuckle instead. Sam quickly tries to elbow Slade into the corner again but Slade turns, bracing his arms over the ropes, lifting his legs in the air causing Sam to crash into them. Washington stumbles backwards while Slade changes at him with a clothesline attempt that Sam ducks. Sam turns an attempts a European upper-cut but Slade kicks him in the stomach then pulls his head between his legs signaling for the Final Trip.

Quadros: It time for Washington's final trip, Carl!

Franks: This could be it here! Slade has hi. In the air...

But just as Slade lifts him up, Washington somehow slips put of it, sliding down Slade's back. As he comes down he grabs Slade and rolls him into a small package. Tanner sets down and conts off...

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

Quadros: What!? What the hell!?

Franks: Sam Washington somehow slipped out of The Final Trip and turned the tables Slade by pinning him with that small package!

Quadros: Slade had him... How the hell did that happen!?

Tap out by Saving Abel begins to play as Tanner raises Washington's hand in victory. Slade props himself up on a knee just staring at Sam Washington listlessly. Washington smiles and exits the ring raising his arms over his head while jumping up and down in victory. Slade meanwhile slinks over the top rope shaking his head in disappointment.

Franks: Looks like Slade is wondering the same thing here, Ray. Slade had him set up for the Final Trip but Washington found a way to slither out of it just in the knick of time.

Quadros: Slade does not look happy about the way this match turned out but Washington appears to be ecstatic. As he should be, a win over Slade could mean big things for him in the future, Carl.

Franks: It most certainly will, Ray. Wait!

As Sam Washington continues to celebrate while walking backwards towards the locker room area, Rob Diamond comes up from behind him and CRACKS him in the back of the skull with a massive chair shot! Washington falls on his face as if he's been shot dead!

Franks: What the hell! What the hell! That was uncalled for!

Quadros: That's what Sam Washington gets for costing Rob Diamond a match earlier tonight, Carl. Don't mess with this man!

Rob Diamond stands over the laid out Sam Washington before producing a folded up American flag from his trunks. He unravels 'Old Glory' and lays it across the unconscious body of Sam Washington. "You suck! You suck! You suck!" Diamond picks up the chair one more time and slams it across the back of the laid out Washington. He tosses the chair aside as security makes their way out from the back to escort him away. Rob Diamond gives Sam Washington a crotch chop on the way out, leaving with security and a smile on his face.

Franks: Just disgraceful.

[Neil]

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MANEVOLENT MACHINATIONS
Written by: Will

Miranda Buck stands backstage, microphone in hand and her interviewee standing next to her. Dressed to the nines as always, his ever present smirk showing wide across his face, Chris Card waits patiently for Mirand Buck to ask her first question.

BUCK: Chris Card, tonight you have a shot at the Premiere Championship against Dade Davis, a man who had some strong words to say about you this week.

CARD: That's right Miranda. Old Money types always like to talk themselves up and feel superior to us hotshot finance types. I find it intensely amusing that Dade Davis needs to relate my good self to his own situation because he seriously can't empathaise with other human beings or their personalities. He accused me of being shallow and superficial. Well, I think that's what he meant. He did take a long and rather circular route to come to that revelation. What he failed to relate is that the key difference between myself and people like Dade Davis or any other of a number of the PWA's stars past and present who have a bit of spare coin in their pockets is that they use their money to obtain power. I use my power to obtain more money. Which is why their fortunes, while not inconsiderable, are a mere drop in the ocean compared to my own personal wealth.

So, were I to be some form of Dade Davis light, I would have to change my priorities, lower my technical ability, narrow my vocabulary and become a locker room pariah amongst both the good guys and the so called rotten apples. And lose my sense of honesty, stop enjoying my life so very much and occasionally slip back into a regional English accent where sunshine is a three syllable word. Don't think I haven't noticed, Dade. So am I superficial? yes. But I'm superficial enough not to care about it. And I have enough sense of self that I am willing to admit my own flaws. And that, strangely, requires a greater level of depth than Mr Davis has ever shown.

BUCK: You have a big match upcoming against Dexter Davis at Driven By Hate. And he is another member of the locker room who has had some very strong words to say about you.

CARD: Ah yes. Dexter Davis. The man who wants to kill me. Who sees me in every opponent he faces. Who wakes up every morning and sees my face in the mirror. Dexter, the mind is a fragile thing. And placed under enough pressure... it snaps. How much psychological pressure has your mind been under recently? Well, I may not be Sigmund Freud, but I'd say that the eggshells in your head are beginning to crack, Dexter. And you know what? I'm not going to stop heaping that psychological pressure on you. In fact, I will promise you this. Every time you step in the wrestling arena, up until I finally force you to move onto another opponent because you realise that you will never, ever be able to beat me I will continue to affect every aspect of your professional life in such a way that you will no longer be able to tell whether your every move was your personal choice or merely the consequences of the malevolent machinations of Chris Card.

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REGULAR RULES
Caleb Spero vs. Vendetta
Written by: Nate

Ferdinand: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, weighing in at one hundred and seventy-five pounds. He is Caaaaalleeeebbbb Sppppeerrrooooo!

"Hero" by Skillet begins to play as the crowd starts to give this newcomer to PWA a cheer. Caleb Spero steps out from the back and stomps on the entrance way, raising his hands above his head before heading down to the ring.

Ferdinand: And introducing his opponent, hailing from Seattle, Washington and weighing in at two hundred and nineteen pounds. He is Vvveeennnnnddeettttaaa!

"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.

The bell rings. Both men move to the center of the ring; standing nose-to-nose. They are throwing insults back at one another, but neither man is backing down. The Seattle native apparently said something that doesn't sit well with Caleb, as Spero shoves Vendetta backwards. The former PWA Primetime champion charges back, but is quickly taken to the mat with a Drop Toe Hold. Vendetta's nose smacks the mat, which causes the fans to cheer as the Seattle native climbs to his feet, checking his nose for blood. He charges at Spero once again, but Caleb moves out of the way and pushes Vendetta into the ropes. And as soon as he comes back, Caleb catches him with a solid Clothesline! Vendetta pops up, but Spero knocks him down with a Spinning Back Fist. Vendetta is up once more -- albeit a little more slowly this time -- and Spero catches him with a Jawbreaker! The crowd is cheering loudly for Spero, as he seemingly has Vendetta's number thus far. He quickly transitions to a pin attempt: 1..............2..KICK OUT!

Franks: I think your boy is getting a bit frustrated, Ray. Every time he gets up, Spero knocks him back to the mat.

Quadros: What are you talking about? Vendetta is making Caleb feel like he has a shot. Don't you know anything about psychology?

Franks: No more than you do, Ray.

Caleb quickly gets to his feet, pulling his opponent to a vertical base as well. He sends Vendetta charging into the ropes and catches him with a beautiful standing Dropkick! Vendetta's head bounces awkwardly off the mat, but Caleb isn't giving him any time to recover as he quickly yanks him up and sends him flying into the corner. Caleb charges in and nails Vendetta with a solid Clothesline. The former PWA Primetime champion is a little dazed, stumbling out of the corner, and Spero sends him charging into the opposite corner. Spero charges in and catches his opponent with a second corner Clothesline! He grabs a hold of Vendetta's head and begins a series of rights and lefts. He catches Vendetta solidly a few times, but as he winds up the kill shot, Vendetta desperately pokes him in the eyes, which causes Spero to stumble backwards.

Franks: There it is -- Vendetta always has to cheat in some form or fashion!

Quadros: What? Vendetta is just excited for The Three Stooges movie coming out in April.

The referee steps in to warn the Seattle native, but he pushes him away and catches Caleb with a big-time DDT! Both men are down for a few moments, as the crowd is divided, some are chanting: "Vendetta Sucks!" while others are chanting: "Let's go Spero!" The referee doesn't bother with his ten count, as both men are up in a decent amount of time. Vendetta tries for a wild Spinning Heel Kick, but Spero manages to duck under it. However, Vendetta keeps rotating and nails Spero with a discus Clothesline. Vendetta quickly gets to his feet and lays into his opponent with a series of stomps. Feeling he's decently weakened, Vendetta heads towards the ropes and climbs his way to the top. He comes off with a soaring Shooting Star Press, and immediately transitions into the cover: 1..............2.......KICK OUT! Vendetta quickly climbs to his feet and pulls his opponent up once more. He sends Caleb into the ropes and catches him with a Big Boot to the chest, which sends Spero stumbling back into the ropes. He bounces back and Vendetta hits him with a big time Ace Crusher! He goes for the pin once more: 1................2..........KICK OUT!

Franks: And another near fall for Vendetta! Caleb Spero hasn't been the same since Vendetta -- illegally -- poked him in the eyes.

Quadros: You always get hung up on the details, Carl. The point is Vendetta is in charge of this match right now!

Vendetta is a little frustrated, as he feels he's done enough to secure the victory. He sighs as he climbs to his feet, the crowd booing him the entire time. He grabs Spero and tries to pull him to a vertical base, but Caleb quickly catches him with a roll up: 1.................2...........KICK OUT! Vendetta jumps up and leans in the corner with a shocked expression on his face as he nearly lost the match. Spero is slowly trying to get to his feet, as he's made it to his hands and knees, which leaves the door open for Vendetta to come in and deliver a stiff kick to his opponent's midsection. Spero falls back onto the mat and Vendetta catches him with a Standing Moonsault! He goes for the pin: 1...............2...........KICK OUT! Vendetta quickly transitions into an Armbar; applying as much torque as he can. Spero is trying to free himself, and manages to land a couple of shots with his free hand, but Vendetta twists and pulls harder, causing Spero to yell in pain. But Caleb isn't going to surrender, and he nails Vendetta with a strong right hand, which sends Vendetta stumbling backwards. Spero quickly climbs to his feet and catches the Seattle native with a big-time Spinebuster! Both men are down now as the referee starts his count.

Franks: I thought Vendetta was going to break Spero's arm, but the kid has a lot of heart and he fought to free himself from that hold.

Quadros: He cheated! He poked Vendetta in the eyes! I saw it!

Franks: Oh, you didn't see anything. Shut up.

The referee reaches six before both men are to their feet. They meet in the center for an exchange; lefts, rights, and lefts from both men! Spero manages to get the advantage, however, blocking a right from Vendetta and zeroing in with a series of shots of his own. He backs Vendetta into the ropes and sends him across the ring. Upon Vendetta's return, Spero tries to connect with a Superkick, which he calls Abandon All Hope, but Vendetta manages to duck beneath it. Spero isn't able to turnaround in time and Vendetta locks in the Rear Naked Choke! He immediately drops to his back and scissors Spero's body as he applies as much torque as he can.

Franks: Vendetta has the Last Grasp locked in! And they are in the middle of the ring. This isn't good for Caleb Spero!

Quadros: This is great for everyone!

Caleb is trying to free himself, but he doesn't have anywhere to go. He's forced to tap out and the referee calls for the bell. Vendetta, however, didn't get the memo and he keeps the hold locked in for a few more seconds. The referee tries to free Spero, but he's not having any success. Finally, Vendetta releases the submission and climbs to his feet as "Cold" hits the speakers. The fans are booing loudly as Vendetta's raises his arms in victory.

Ferdinand: And the winner of this match, via submission, Vvveennnddetttttttaaa!

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ENOUGH
Written by: Okori

As Nighthawk fumes in the locker room after his latest fracas with Vendetta Johnny Red comes in to get a comment, but can only find a stony stare and an outstretched hand for a microphone. Clad still in his ring gear the "Wrestling Machine" takes several deep breaths, trying to get his anger under control.

Nighthawk: "This is my fault. I did this. i asked Vendetta if he wanted to be the best in the world, and I let my pride get in front of me. i understand that now. So at Driven by Hate, Vendetta, you will find out what happens when you disrespect me. It's not a lesson you want to learn. I promise."

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REGULAR RULES
Josh Cantrell vs. Tony Field
Written by: Donnie

Franks: Coming up next is a rematch that’s been years in the making. The last time these two men met in the ring one on one, Field not only lost his title to Cantrell, but he lost his job as well.

Quadros: Yeah, well, it’s payback time.

The arena lights dim to near-total darkness and twin bursts of white pyro erupt as One Minute Silence's "I Wear My Skin" begins to play over the PA System. As soon as the vocal track kicks in, Evan Andrews appears at the top of the stage, acknowledging the crowd's mixed, but generally positive reaction with a slight smile. After a moment, Andrews slowly begins to stroll down to the squared circle, keeping his eyes focused upon the ring as he walks with his hands outstretched to either side so that fans can slap them as he walks by. Andrews then slides under the bottom rope into the ring, and then makes his way to the corner and crouches down as his red and white striped referees shirt clings to his body.

Franks: And here’s our special guest referee for the match.

Quadros: Which reminds me, I’m calling this match under protest.

Franks: Why’s that?

Quadros: Evan Andrews can’t call this match down the line. Field is going to get screwed for the third straight week by poor officiating.

Slowly the arena lights dim and a bright red hue is cast upon the entrance ramp. “Back For More" by Five Finger Death Punch begins to play and "The Product of Hate" Josh Cantrell steps into the red star shaped spotlight. He holds his arms out to the side and whips his head back throwing off the red hooded cloak he had been wearing. Dressed in black trunks with two red stars on the back and PoH written on the front as well as black boots with red kick pads he walks to the ring taking in the cheers from the crowd. As he climbs in the ring he gives Evan Andrews a slight nod as he plays to the cheer of the crowds.

Franks: And here’s Cantrell, poised and ready for the match to much fanfare.

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....

All goes silent for a moment. A guitar riff opens up for a few moments, then the words “Yeah, GO” are screamed as “Under and Over It” by Five Finger Death Punch starts to play simultaneously a loud boom goes off as pyro explode at the entrance of the ramp 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 reign down their boos and "Die Tony Die" chants break out. Next to Tony is Rochelle Robinson, standing with Tony showing her support and just behind him to his right is Frankie Bones.

Tony makes his way to the ring, looking to the fans in disgust as he struts down to the ring with a certain swagger. When he reaches the apron he climbs on to it, grabs the top rope and springboards into the ring. 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 Rochelle stands in the ring next to him with a “I’m too hot” expression on her face. Rochelle then gives Tony a kiss before climbing outside the ring and taking her place next to Frankie Bones.

Franks: Look at Field eyeing up Evan Andrews, you can tell these two men don’t like one another.

Quadros; Definitely no love lost there. And it looks as if something outside the ring has his attention.

Evan Andrews immediately looks outside the ring and starts shouting at Frankie Bones and Rochelle Robinson, pointing toward the back. Field gives Evan a look of pure disgust and disdain as Frankie shouts back in the ring as he makes his way up the ramp, with Rochelle nearby.

Quadros: NOOO. This isn’t right. This is blatantly cheating, not to mention I can’t check out the lovely Rochelle all match.

Franks: Cheating? He just banned Field’s goon and his jezebel from ringside making this a fair match. Finally, a referee with some balls to stand up to Field.

Back in the ring, Field gets up Evan’s face as he calls for the bell. He forcibly puts his finger in the middle of Evan’s chest, shouting obscenities to him as Evan just holds his hands out, palms toward Field as if to say “who me”. Meanwhile Cantrell comes up behind Field, enjoying the show, and grabs Field from behind and rolls him up. Evan drops to count.

…1 …2 …3!!!

Franks: CANTRELL WINS ALREADY!!!! Wow, that was…quick.

Quadros: Yeah, I’ll say. That was a quick count. This match is a sham, I hate it.

Franks: Sham? Field should’ve worried about his opponent, not the referee.

Cantrell wins in record time as “Back For More” starts to play. Field gets back to his feet quickly and turns to Cantrell, but Cantrell just rolls out of the ring laughing as he points to his forehead, indicating he outsmarted Field. Field then turns around, putting his attention on Evan. He starts to run his mouth and moves closer and closer to Evan. Evan doesn’t give any ground as he bellies up to Field as well. Field finally just smirks, takes a few steps back, and points behind him. Evan turns just in time to be hit with a stiff right at the hands of Terminus, and then another. Evan stumbles backward into Field, Field grabs him from behind and then takes him to the mat with a reverse DDT.

Franks: Here we go again. Apparently these two men have no restraint. I can’t watch this.

Field just smirks as Terminus motions for Field to lift him up. Field walks over to Evan, who is pulling himself to his feet. Field gives him a hard kick, knocking him back, but Evan continues to try to go to Field from the mat.

Then the crowd pops as Cantrell is seen rolling back into the ring with a steel chair in hand and comes up behind Terminus, hitting him across the back with it. He then goes to swing at Field, but Field drops to the apron and rolls out of the ring. Cantrell walks over to Evan, helping him to his feet as Field grabs Terminus, helping him roll himself out of the ring. Cantrell then walks back over to the ring ropes and swings the chair violently, bouncing it off the top rop as Field and Terminus both stand outside ring, Terminus holding the back of his neck as they star down the two men inside the ring.

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NON-TITLE
Captain Howdy vs. Zex ©
Written by: Sam

Franks: now were onto our next match...PWA Heavyweight Champion Zex Vs Captain Howdy...

Quadros: I am hoping Howdy kills Zex tonight.

Franks: Nice...Idiot.

The camera pans away from the announcers and to Freddy Ferdinand who is eager to get this match underway...

Ferdinand: The next match is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit!

The fans cheer loudly knowing that two of their favourite wrestlers are about to square off...

Ferdinand: First weighing in at 254Lbs and hailing from Coney Island, New York...He CAPTAIN HOWDY!!!!

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

Ferdinand: And his opponent...Weighing in at 230Lbs and Hailing from Toronto, Ontario; Canada...He ois the PWA Heavyweight and Light Heavyweight Champion...”THE ARTIST!” ZEX!!!

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: I am looking forward to this one; Both Zex and Howdy have been through a lot of changes and by the sounds of things there is some mutual respect between these two men.

Quadros: Who cares...

Franks: I care; I think if these two really got on the same page out of the ring they could form quite a formidable tag team.

Referee Brown signals for the match to start and both Zex and the Captain reach out for a handshake, both showing respect for eachother in this penultimate match up.

Franks: A sign of respect by Howdy and Zex; I have to say this is refreshing.

Quadros: Refreshing fro who? I would rather drink gasoline than watch that!

The two men circle before reaching in for a collar and elbow tie; they lock up and the bigger of the two Captain Howdy forces Zex back into the ropes, referee Brown steps in and breaks the hold up which seems to baffle both “The Artist” and The Captain.

Quadros: What the hell is Brown doing?

The two combatants circle one more time but this time Zex throws out a low kick to the leg area of Captain Howdy, a second kick! Now a third! Howdy shows a sign of weakness allowing Zex to swing a high kick towards his head; but Howdy catches the kick and pulls Zex in with a cradle overhead suplex to the ground.

Franks: One has to think the sign of weakness by Howdy was a ruse.

Quadros: No shit Sherlock.

Zex bounces off the mat and rolls to the ropes when Howdy steams in with a kick to the spine, before dropping to his knees and locking in a short Arm-Lock followed by a few clubbing blows, but Zex clings to the ropes causing Referee Brown to step in and break the hold.

Franks: Brown is getting pretty involved in this one tonight.

Quadros: Maybe she is on the rag?

Brown tells Howdy to back up as Zex gets back to his feet; the two-men circle eachother again this time feeling out with their hands, Zex throws out a kick and Howdy side steps and throws a straight punch of which Zex ducks and swings around behind the Captain where he locks his arms around Howdy’s waist.

Franks: Did you see that punch by Howdy; if that had connect I think Zex would have been out cold.

Quadros: Perhaps Howdy was watching the backstage conflict between David Haye and Dereck Chisora last week.

Zex attempts to hoist Howdy but The Captain locks his leg around Zex’s and then fires back with a back elbow; but Zex ducks the elbow causing Howdy to spin around facing “The Artist” who leaps up with a European Uppercut to the jaw of The Captain! Howdy staggers backwards and Zex runs in with a fore-arm smash!

Franks: Two high impact blows from the World Champion.

Quadros: He is known for those high impact blows at the gay bar.

Zex takes Howdy by the hand and attempts to Irish Whip him to the other side, but Howdy has other ideas and pulls Zex in tight gripping him around the waist and rocking his hips taking Zex high up and over with an overhead belly to belly suplex!

Franks: Zex isn’t doing so well against Howdy and his Suplex’s.

Quadros: That’s because Howdy can pull them out of nowhere.

Again Zex bounces off the mat; this time he rolls clean out of the ring and to the outside; Howdy rushes to the ropes ready to step outside of the ring when Referee Brown steps in halting his actions; Howdy glares at her causing Brown to step aside allowing him out of the ring; here Howdy lifts Zex by his hair and then power-slams him down to the floor!

Franks: That had to hurt!

Again with a hand full of hair Howdy lifts Zex to his feet and rocks him with a side elbow before rolling “The Artist” into the ring. Zex rolls to the other side holding his back before using the ropes to gingerly pull him self back up...Howdy climbs the apron and then steps between the ropes; as he does this Zex sprints from out of nowhere with a front dropkick to the side of Howdy’s head kicking him back through the ropes and onto the apron.

Quadros: Howdy took a little too long getting back into the ring.

Both men use the ropes to get up; Zex on the inside Howdy on the Apron; here Zex throws another wild kick this time hitting Howdy in the side of the head; Howdy staggers on the apron holding onto the ropes as Zex backs up and runs at him leaping over the ropes with a Cross Body taking Howdy down and to the floor below...However Zex then crashes into the guard rail!!!

“Holy Shit!” the fans chant as both men lay dormant.

Franks: What an insane dive by “The Artist” I am shocked he has managed to stay relatively injury free.

Quadros: He was in hospital for two days after being kicked in the head. That’s hardly injury free...

Franks: He was kicked in the temple; name ONE person who wouldn’t end up in hospital after that?

Howdy is the first to move just as Referee Brown counts to “FIVE!”; he uses the apron to aid him in his climb back to his feet and then looks over his shoulder at Zex who is rolling around in agony; Howdy senses victory and lifts Zex by hair as the referee counts to “SIX!”...Howdy hits a knee to the midsection and then makes his way round behind Zex locking his arms around his waist.

Franks: Howdy is looking for a German Suplex.

“SEVEN!” Brown shouts as Howdy pops his hips with a German Suplex...BUT Zex flips out and lands on his feet; Howdy quickly spins round DISCUS CLOTHESLINE!!! Zex spins through the air with a back flip from the sheer power of the clothesline landing on his front as Brown shouts “EIGHT!”

Quadros: The dumb bastard is going to get counted out.

Howdy quickly rolls in and then back out of the ring breaking the count out; he takes Zex by the hair and tosses him into the ring and quickly follows behind pinning Zex to the mat.

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Zex with desperation throws his arm up kicking out as Howdy rocks back shaking his head while thinking “How on Earth did he kick out?” as Howdy sits back Zex throws his legs wrapping one up around Howdy’s neck and the other under his wind pipe here he pulls Howdy in with his arms locking in the Gogoplata!!

Franks: Gogoplata! This has become one of Zex’s trade mark moves as of late.

Zex pulls Howdy in asphyxiating him with his choke hold as Brown drops to the mat Checking on Howdy...Howdy’s face turns red as Zex pulls back trying to tap Howdy out; but Howdy reaches his arms forward under Zex’s back and neck and quickly uses his feet as leverage, here The Captain stands ready to power-bomb “The Artist” but Zex rolls over and to the mat; he races off the ropes as Howdy turns and Zex flies into a HUGE boot to the face from Howdy!!!

Quadros: WOW!

Howdy staggers forward the blood slowly leaving his face; Howdy then leaps down on Zex with another pin attempt...

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KICKOUT!

Howdy quickly spins off the pin straight into cross arm breaker! Zex instantly screams with pain as Howdy locks in the manoeuvre and then rocks back almost breaking Zex’s elbow area; Borwn drops down asking Zex if he gives...Zex shakes his head “NO!” He shouts as Howdy pulls back harder...Zex throws his legs wildly and just manages to touch the ropes for a few seconds...Brown leaps at Howdy stopping the move and forcing him to let go of the hold.

Quadros: Hey Brown how about telling him to let go of the hold next time?

Franks: I highly doubt Howdy could see Zex touch the ropes from his position; it was the right call as he was seconds away from breaking Zex’s arm.

Howdy sits up as Brown reads him the riot act; as Zex once again retreats to the outside clutching his arm in pain; the fans get behind both men with chants of “Lets go Artist!” and “Come on Howdy!” both men have really gone for it thus far; Howdy’s neck and throat is giving him trouble while Zex’s left arm is completely limp.

Quadros: I think we are at breaking point Carl.

Franks: What was it you said to me earlier? No Shit Sherlock? Well right back at you partner.

Zex rolls into the ring as Howdy back up against the ropes; the two men then rush at eachother; Zex throws a wild right hand! SMACK! Howdy returns the favour! Crunch! They back up...Zex throws out a big kick to Howdy’s shoulder area, Howdy sucks it up and fires back with a kick to the mid section; Zex doubles over and Howdy reaches out for Zex’s bad arm...The Artist quickly spins avoiding the attack on his left arm and Quickly catches a kick to the back of The Captains knee forcing him to drop to his knees; Zex then attempts to lock in a rear naked choke but he can’t lift his left arm and so Zex elbows down into the side of Howdy’s neck with his good arm...

Franks: What and exchange.

Suddenly a commotion breaks out from the crowd as “The Masked Man” leaps over the guard rail with a steal chair in hand; he slides into the ring and takes a swing at Zex!! But Zex drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring; here “The Masked Man” swings the chair at Howdy!! But Howdy ducks and then pulls the chair from “The Masked Man’s” hands.

Quadros: Oh My.

Howdy goes to swing the chair but Referee Brown stops him and tells him to “Put the chair down!” Howdy tosses the chair to the ground as he does so “The Masked Man” throws Sasha Brown to the mat and then rolls out of the ring and heading through the crowd...Refree Brown rings the bell and waves her hands in the air.

Quadros: What!?

Franks: She has called it in...The match is over.

Ferdinand: This match has been contested a DRAW! Due to outside interference...

The fans Boo loudly as Zex looks on from ringside shaking his head while openly mouthing the words “What the fuck!?” As this happens Captain Howdy’s eyes glaze over and he begins talking to himself frantically as Brown attempts to explain why she threw the match out.

Quadros: I wouldn’t want to be Sasha Brown right about now.

Franks: Neither would I.

Howdy then unloads some rather sinister verbal tirades at the referee as she backs away from the now infuriated Captain Howdy; Howdy reaches down taking the chair in his hands; causing Sasha Brown to scarper from the ring...Howdy then smashes the chair down over the ring post and then falls down into a seated position where he continues to argue with himself.

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HATRED BUBBLES OVER
Written by: Okori & Nate

As Violation comes back from commercial the opening strains of "Cold" by Crossfade plays out over the sound speakers heralding Vendetta's arrival as he walks confidently to the ring in a three-piece suit with an American-flag top hat, mocking the fans of Dallas by doing the swim motion as he walks to the ring. Climbing in the ring Vendetta takes the microphone from a ring announcer before sitting on the top turnbuckle. He removes his top hat, and acts as if he's going to throw it into the crowd, but instead he drops it on the mat in front of him.

Vendetta: (looking at the crowd) I thought I was in Dallas, but looking at all of the dirty brown people in the crowd, I'm not so sure anymore. Is this Dallas or Mexico? I swear, there's more smelly brown turds in this place than a public bathroom. Wait, you know what, on second thought -- I don't think there's much of a difference between this place and Mexico. They both smell and look like crap anymore; so, needless to say, I'm not thrilled to be in this hellhole.

The crowd boos loudly -- not liking Vendetta's lack of respect. He shrugs and smirks it off before dropping to the mat and pacing slowly back and forth.

Vendetta: I know why you guys are treating me this way. It's not because of what I'm saying -- because most of you losers can't speak English -- no, it's not because of that; it's because of how amazing I look, isn't it? I know you guys can only dream of being able to afford a suit, so sometimes you have to admire others, right? I feel ya -- I totally understand, and this was a kick ass suit at one time, but unfortunately it's been tarnished by simply being exposed to the air down here. Do you guys not believe in showering after you swim over here?

Boooooooo! Obviously, the fans have heard enough of Vendetta's speech. He looks confused as he spins in a circle with his arms outstretched. He motions for the crowd to be quiet before continuing to speak.

Vendetta: Oh, come on, I didn't come out here to insult Mexicans, Dallas, or Mexico. It's too easy -- no, I came out here to touch base a little bit with Nighthawk. You see, buddy, Driven By Hate is inching closer and closer. You and I are only two weeks away from standing in this very ring for our one-on-one encounter. I know the very thought of having to wrestle me makes you piss your pants, but at the same time -- I'm sure you are overcome with a feeling of honor. I mean, it's not every day that a man of your stature -- or lack thereof -- is given the opportunity to wrestle a superstar, like myself.

Booooooooo! "Vendetta Sucks! Vendetta Sucks! Vendetta Sucks!"

Vendetta: Shut the hell up! I didn't not come to this toilet to be disrespected by a bunch of wetbacks! Now -- like I told Nighthawk's bitch last night -- you all need to sit down and shut your mouths; do as your told. Of course, Sin wasn't really able to close her mouth, if you know what I mean..

And the line has been crossed, as Nighthawk rushes the ring, not even bothering with his entrance music. Vendetta, unaware of the situation, is soaking up the attention in the ring. The crowd notices Nighthawk and immediately transitions to cheers, and Vendetta turns towards the ropes just in time to have his head nearly knocked off by a springboarding Nighthawk, who catches him with a Clothesline! They are brawling back and forth, both men falling out of the ring, as the brawling continues up the aisle! The fans are going nuts as Vendetta and Nighthawk continue to go after each other. Security finally separates the two, but the men are screaming insults at each other as they are dragged to their locker rooms.

Franks: Wow! Vendetta ran his mouth too much. A man can only handle so much, Ray. I think Vendetta is lucky Nighthawk didn't take his head off!

Quadros: Well, it's definitely clear both of these men are ready for Driven by Hate!

[Neil]

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MESSAGE SENT
Written by: Donnie

Field is shown walking backstage alone after his match, mumbling to himself out of anger. He sees a stage hand walking by and stops, glaring at him.

Tony Field: You laughing at me?

The man looks at Field confused and terrified.

Stage Hand: Who…me???

Tony Field: Yeah you. You find it funny what just happened out there?

Stage Hand: I..I don’t…

Field steps up to the stage hand, grabs him by the throat and pressing him hard against the wall, nearly knocking the wind from him.

Tony Field: You don’t what? You were laughing at me, I know it. I heard it. Now you’re gonna…

Then a voice calls out from just behind him.

“That was me laughing at you…”

Field turns around just in time to see Red and Sean standing behind him, Red with a lead pipe in hand. Field goes right at Red, but Sean gives Field a swift fist to the ear, knocking him against the concrete wall. Red then takes the lead pipe and cracks it hard against Field’s ribs as Field stumbles back, grabbing at his ribs bent over. Then Red hits another shot across the back of Field’s neck, taking him down to the ground.

Sean bends over, lifts Field to his feet, then rams him head first into the wall not once, not twice, but three times. Field falls hard to the ground. Red then starts to hit shot after shot on the back of Field’s neck and skull with the lead pipe as blood starts to flow down the back of his head to a crimson pool on the ground next to him. Then Red leans over close to Field, gets right up in his ear, and whispers to him.

Red: A message from my employer. Ash said that Rochelle is next…so you better guard her with your dear life.

Red and Sean both laugh as they walk off, leaving Field a bloody mess on the floor.

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PREMIERE CHAMPIONSHIP
Chris Card © vs. Dade Davis ©
Written by: Neil

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LIKE FATHER LIKE SON
Written by: Sam & Dan

Quadros: In my opinion that man standing in the ring right there is the NEXT World Heavyweight Champion.

PWA Premier Champion Dade Davis is handed his championship title and walks to the side of the ropes ushering for microphone from Freddy Ferdinand.

Franks: Looks like Dade has something to say.

Quadros: And why shouldn’t he? I say we should dedicate our whole show to this guy.

Ferdinand passes Dade a microphone of which he taps to make sure it is on before making his way to the centre of the ring.

Dade: ZEX! Lets not drag this out any longer than we have to; I know you are watching, unless you are painting your nails and trying to figure out what gender your “girl” friend is.

“Oooooohhhh!” echoes through the crowd as Dade Davis continues his verbal tirade.

Dade: So how about you put your make-up kit back in your bag and get your ass out here!

“Razor Love” by Deadsy kicks in and Zex comes running out from behind the curtain, down the ramp and slides into the ring; as he does this Dade quickly exits to the outside.

Dade: Easy their Cowboy, I didn’t bring you out here to fight...I brought you out here to tell you what happens when you stick your nose in Dade Davis’ business...

“Get in the ring and fight!” Zex shouts as Dade walks around the outside with a sick smile on his face.

Dade: You see Zack, you stuck your nose into my family, you created a problem between a father and his son...You almost undid EVERYTHING Scott and I have gone though over the past three years...

“You did that yourself Dade!” Zex shouts as Davis continues.

Dade: And because you stuck your nose in MY family business I decided to return the favour...Bring him out here!

As Dade Davis points to the entrance ramp and all eyes head in that direction you see a hooded individual come flying through the curtain and down on the map, slowly followed by the Masked Man...

Franks: Who is that?

Quadros: Which one the masked man from last week OR the hooded guy with his hands tied?

Franks: Both!

The Masked Man then lifts the other person up and quickly frogmarches him down the ramp before viciously rolling him into the ring, Zex looks around as both Dade and his masked accomplice enter the ring.

Franks: Zex is outnumbered hear.

Quadros: So what...

The Masked Man forces the hooded person to kneel before Zex as Dade lifts the microphone to his mouth.

Dade: Tell me about YOUR Dad, Zack...What kind of man was he again?

Zex breaths out and backs against the ropes, and you can see his skin has turned white as if he has seen a ghost...

Dade: Cat got your tongue? Ok...Let me reiterate; your dad, he was a drunk, alcoholic piece of shit, who used to beat the hell out of you and your mother...Until he just up and left one day and you have never seen him since right?

Zex backs up and raises his fists ready for a fight but instead Dade makes his way closer to the hooded man.

Dade: UNTIL NOW!

The Masked Man holds the hooded person still as Dade Davis lifts off the hood revealing a long scraggily haired man in his late fifties, the man looks up and Zex and shakes his head while shouting “I’m so sorry!”

Dade: Well here he is Zack!

The fans recoil in shock, that Dade would stoop so low in order to gain advantage over his opponent at Driven By Hate.

Franks: This is enough Dade!

Dade: You got anything you want to get off your chest Zack?

Zex breaths out with pure anger while clenching his fists so tight that you can see the whites of his knuckles, it is obvious to everyone in attendance that Zex wants to swing for his father.

Dade: Come on Zack, DO IT! Hit the old bastard, get all that pent up aggression out; strike him down!

The Masked man lifts Zex’s father up so that they are at eye level as Dade continues to goad Zex.

Dade: You were what? Sixteen when this asshole walked out on you...after years of him beating on your mother, look at him Zack...Hit him! Destroy him!

Dade shoves the microphone in the face of Zex’s father as he pleads for his life.

Zex’s Dad: Please...Please...I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry Zack.

Zex: *shouting *Don’t say my name!!!!

You can see in Zex’s eyes that something has changed, something has snapped; as if he has reverted to his hateful existence a few months ago as returned.

Dade: DO IT ZACK! TAKE HIM OUT!

Zex readies himself to swing, his whole body shaking with anger...When he quickly snatches the microphone from Dade Davis’ hands...

Zex: No!

The fans cheer loudly as Zex steps back away from the situation...

Zex: I forgive him...look at him...A frail old alcoholic who has no one in his life...He has paid for his sins; and I am not going to add to mine.

Franks: Good for you Zack...

Zex drops the microphone and rolls out of the ring, but Dade quickly picks it up and puts it too his lips.

Dade: Any famous last words? *he says as he shoves the microphone in the face of Zex’s father.*

Zex’s Dad: I’m So Sorry...It’s...I done it...Because I’m...I’m not your real fath...

BAM!!! Dade Davis quickly drops the old man with The Franchiser! As the fans hit the roof with shock and awe, Zex instantly snaps and races into the ring where he unloads some hard right hands backing Dade up in the corner...

Franks: You deserve this Dade, every second and every blow.

Quadros: Why?

Franks: Are you kidding me?

But before Zex can gain any momentum the Masked Man clubs him from behind, allowing Dade to then drop Zex to the mat with a quick DDT; the two men then roll “The Artist” outside and stomp down on him before rolling him on the announce table.

Quadros: Time for us to move.

Dade then orders the Masked Man to climb on the table and lift Zex up, before doing a neck slice motion similar to his actions last week....CRASH!!!! The Masked Man drills Zex through the announce table with a double underhook kneeling face buster!!!

Franks: Oh My God!

Quadros: Ha, ha, ha!!

Dade Davis Microphone in hand kneels next to the fallen “Artist” with a sick look on his face.

Dade: He’s right you know *points back in the ring* He isn’t your father...Sure he raised you for Sixteen years; but biologically he isn’t your father. NOT EVEN CLOSE!

The fans loud shrill of boos slowly quietens down as Dade continues...

Dade: You see Zack; your mother was a dirty Skank; she cheated on her husband and you were the result...That’s the reason he *points in the ring* used to beat her, that’s why he used to beat you...Because you were the evidence to her affair.

Zex tries to lift his head but Dade quickly slaps him round the face.

Dade: I have been privy to this information for quite sometime, I knew it when I returned to PWA, I knew it when we formed Exile and I knew that ONE DAY It would come in handy.

Franks: This is disgusting, this is not the time nor the place to do this Dade!

“The Franchise” glares at Carl Franks, causing the announcer to back off before continuing.

Dade: I’m not done yet Carl! *He says while looking at Carl Franks* Now if I am not mistaken...Your mother is from MY home town of BOSTON is she not...And over thirty years ago your mother came home to visit her family; whole leaving your older brother and her father at home in Canada.

The fans shower the ring side area with rubbish and extreme language directed at Dade who continues to berate Zex.

Dade: And while she was their she fucked around; I can’t be sure HOW many guys she fucked up I most certainly KNOW one of those men...THIS MAN RIGHT HERE!

Dade points at The Masked Man who now steps forward leering over Zex taking off his mask revealing an older blonde man with piercing blue eyes and a Macabre smile.

Franks: WAIT! That’s...That’s 1980’s and 1990’s wrestling legend Austin Black!!!

Quadros: The very SAME Austin Black who helped TRAIN Dade Davis...

Dade: You may recognise him Zack, I hear you even had posters of him on your wall...Imagine that; having posters of your REAL Dad on your wall without ever knowing it...

Zex tries to pull himself up; but Dade pushes him back down with his feet.

Dade: Wrestling must have been in your blood Zack; although YOU will never reach the heights of your father. You will never have the training he gave me and you will never get to know this man! He wants NOTHING to do with you; you are a disgrace to him, you and your slut whore of a mother!

The fans suddenly erupt with a HUGE cheer as Dade Davis’ son Scott Alexander races down the ramp and to ring side where he takes a massive swing at Dade; Dade ducks and rolls into the ring.

Franks: Scott just took a swing at his own father.

Scott then jumps at Austin Black with a huge forearm smash hitting the older wrestler in the chest, Austin backs off and quickly joins Dade in the ring as Scott runs to Zex’s side checking on him.

Quadros: This kid has NO respect for his father, Non whatsoever!

Franks: How can you say that; Scott and Zex have become friends, I am sure he would pay no mind IF Dade didn’t attack Zex three weeks in a row.

Dade flips out in the ring shouting at Scott for his insubordination when 'King of Pain' by The Police kicks in over the speakers causing the fans to raise to their feet as PWA commissioner The Butcher makes his way out on stage.

The Butcher: I have had enough of this! Dade you put me in a very uncomfortable position last week, you have absolutely no idea how pissed off I am over this whole situation! First you attack Zex and now you dig up every single piece of dirt on the man you could possibly find!

Dade smirks at The Butcher.

The Butcher: You have positioned yourself into the advantage at Driven by Hate with these mind games, you have pretty much beaten Zex already...But now I think it’s time he got a little pay back.

Dade continues to smirk at The Butcher.

The Butcher: This will wipe that smile off your face...NEXT WEEK Dade Davis and Austin Black will face the team of Zex and Scott Alexander!!!

Dade flips out in the ring and is absolutely livid, as Scott helps Zex to his feet...Dade turns catching this act. Zex then locks eyes with Dade giving him a deadly stare as Violation goes off the air.