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***As the Sabotuers pull themselves to their feet and a ringside doctor checks them, Nemesis Rex paces the ring with a dark and sadistic smile on his face. In the background, Cobra jumps up and down and pumps his fists in triumph. Rex calls for a microphone from a ringside attendant. Holding the microphone, he leans against a far turnbuckle… he gives The Army of ONE a subtle nod. The Army pulls himself up the ring apron and steps deliberately over the top rope. Rex looks from him to the Saboteurs.***

NEMESIS: “Ah gentlemen… I really didn’t want this to have to be you. I like your style. But… a statement has to be made.”

***The Army approaches the two Saboteurs and glares down at them. Sab 1 and 2 look at each other and nod. They turn and both begin viciously laying into the Army with lefts and rights. The big man puts his hands up and backs up into the corner as he is peppered with clubbing blows. Then he puts a huge hand on each of the Sabs chests and shoves them both halfway across the ring with a mighty heave. The Sabs quickly regain their footing and rush the Army… but Mighty Cobra blasts Sab 1 in the face with a mouthful of burning cobra venom! Sab 2 turns to help his partner… and gets leveled by an explosive big boot from the Army of ONE.***

GARY BLOOMFIELD: “Oh my! Ladies and gentlemen, I know that The CAMP is a controversial group… but The Saboteurs just wrestled a brutal match and are now being taken advantage of. We need to get some referees in here!”

***A blinded Sab 1 swings wildly at Mighty Cobra… and is cut off by a knee to the gut by Nemesis Rex. He locks the Sab in a headlock and drops him to the mat with an Unkindest Cut. He remains seated on the mat after the move with a smile on his face. Behind him… The Army of ONE grabs Sab 2 in his massive hand and choke slams him into the mat. Several referees and officials swarm the ring as Nemesis Rex puts up his hands and backs out of the ring. He, Cobra and The Army make their way up the ring entrance. As they reach the of the ramp Nemesis Rex stops and raises the microphone to address the PWA Armada.***

NEMESIS REX: “The Devil’s Own bows to no authority! It doesn’t matter if you fly the PWA banner, or The CAMP. We are the ones in control! If you don’t believe that… you will soon. We control the gold… and with that, the fate of PWA. If you want to stop us… you need to take our gold. And that… is a feat best left unattempted.

***He turns and slaps The Army of ONE on the chest.***

NEMESIS REX: “This giant right here is The Army of ONE. He represents one half of your tag-team champions. He is the most dominating, unstoppable man in the history of this division. If you want to challenge the dominance of The Devil’s Own… then you have to best this man. If you want to lay claim to PWA Tag-Team gold… you have to conquer this mountain.”

***Rex nods and strokes his beard.***

NEMESIS REX: “Let’s play a game, shall we?The Devil’s Own would like to lay out… a bit of a challenge to the PWA roster. I propose… an EIGHT MAN TIME DELAY BATTLE ROYAL.”

***Rex points up at The Army of ONE.***

NEMESIS REX: “Anyone on the roster who dares can enter this battle royal. Whoever wins can choose a partner of his choice and challenge The Megaliths for the PWA Tag-Team Championship! But be warned… The Army of ONE will also be in this match… and he will be entering at number one.“

***Nemesis Rex drops his microphone and leaves, flanked by The Army of ONE and Mighty Cobra.***