2008 Year in Review - December 30th 2008
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[We open to a SSN designed studio. A big broadcasting table booth
like you would see tuning into Sports Center sits in front of hung
plasma television. Sitting in front of the table is PVW's backstage
interviewer and the former popular Phoenix DJ "Swingin" Dean Hayes.]
DH: Welcome wrestling fans! I am Dean Hayes and as 2008 comes to a
close tonight we will look back at the first year that the phoenix
rose from the ashes and introduced itself to wrestling fans.
[PVW's logo shows up on the plasma screen.]
DH: Most of the first year has been surrounded with many of memorable
moments, matches, and feuds. Through out tonight we will go over our
top ten voted memorable moments .... We will also play in full five
of PVW's greatest matches of the year. Some of these will be seen for
the first time on live television!
[Dean Hayes begins shuffling through a stack of papers and looks up.]
DH: Before 2008 tag teams were almost a thing of the past. However
with a dedication back to traditional wrestling we here at PVW have
been regenerating the importance of tag team wrestling. One of those
teams is the current PVW tag team champions ... The Prophets of Rage!
Before they dawned the gold they were the gate keepers of the tag team
division and they placed tag team after tag team on the shelf!
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CUT: JUNE 30TH - END GAME
BUILT IN RAGE
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CL: And now Shadoe Rage is in the ring. All four men now are
slugging it out, Semi matched up with Derek, and Stalker and Shadoe
ducking it out as well.
[Semi ducks under a punch, and grabs Derek by the neck, Russian Leg
sweep takes him down to the mat. Stalker Irish whip's Shadoe into the
corner, REVERSED. Stalker goes flying into the opposite side and
collides head to head with the referee.]
CL: The referee is down, and so is Stalker.
FH: That should be an instant disqualification. Stalker ran into the
referee on purpose.
[Semi turns his attention to Shadoe, and limps over towards him.]
CL: We need a referee out here!
FH: We need a swat team.
[Pizzazz grabs a chair from the ringside area.]
CL: What is she doing now? Pizzazz slides a chair into the ring for
Derek.
[Derek sneaks up behind Semi who's laying into Shadoe in the corner of
the ring, and blasts him in the back of the knee with the chair.]
CL: I think I heard a pop. That's the knee that the Prophets had been
working over all night.
FH: I think I heard a snap.
[Semi drops down to the mat grabbing his knee. Derek helps Shadoe up,
and the two men look over at Stalker who is still shaken up.]
CL: Oh no! Stalker is all alone with these two men and that chair.
[Derek grabs Stalker and pulls him over towards the corner of the
ring. He places Stalker's arm in the chair, and motions to Shadoe to
climb to the top rope.]
CL: COME ON! Someone has to stop this.
[Shadoe leaps off the top rope and lands on the chair with a double
foot stomp.]
CL: I THINK THEY'VE JUST BROKEN STALKER'S ARM!
FH: He probably deserved it.
CL: Nobody deserves that.
[Derek grabs Stalker off the mat applying a claw to his head.]
CL: HAND OF GOD by Derek Rage as he slams Stalker back down to the
mat. Shadoe Rage off the top rope ANGEL OF DEATH DROP!
FH: THE APOCALYPSE!
CL: And now Pizzazz gets around to helping up the referee.
[The ref slowly crawls over to where Shadoe Rage has Stalker pinned
down.]
ONE ...
TWO ...
[Derek cuts of Semi as he tries a desperation lunge to save his
partner.]
THREE !!!
[DING DING]
CL: Prophets of Rage have won this battle, and I think they've won the
war.
[Derek, Shadoe and Pizzazz celebrate over their fallen opponents.
Derek points towards the chair motioning for Shadoe to pick it up.]
[CROWD POP!]
CL: Outlaw is out!
[Outlaw half way sprints towards the ring holding Stalker's black
baseball bat. The tear from the Called Shot still lingers, but he
quickly slides into the ring, swinging with reckless abandon, as
the Prophets quickly exit the ring.]
FH: Look at this idiot with a bat. It's got no place in the ring.
CL: But a chair does?
FH: When the Prophets have it.
CL: Outlaw is quickly checking on both Semi and Stalker. The Prophets
have made it a habit in injuring their opponents when they step in the
ring with them.
FH: It's what they do.
[The Prophets make their way towards the back area, smiling and waving
bye bye to Urban Legend.]
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CUT: NOVEMBER 11TH - TRADITION II
MATCH: PROPHETS OF RAGE v. WILDCARDS
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CL: There is the bell and we have ourselves PVW's first ever Table
match and the PVW Tag Team Titles are on the line.
FH: Let me remind you in, table death match rules there are no
disqualifications ...
CL: The Wild Cards can play just as dirty as the Prophets.
[Appears Shadoe Rage and Judd Marley are starting this match off. By
the look across each wrestlers face there is no love loss. The fans
are on their feet and the two wrestlers lock up ...]
*** MAIN EVENT ACTION POP!!! ***
CL: Judd Marley with a quick armbar. Judd Marley is the most
technically sound wrestler of the four. He continues to wrench that
arm ... Shadoe Rage swings with a wild left hand, but Judd leans back
just out of range.
FH: Marley is lucky that Shadoe Rage didn't connect. He would of
knocked him into next week.
[Marley drops a knee over that twisted arm. He pulls Rage back up and
locks him into a side headlock. He squeezes as Shade Rage backs up,
The Gambler against the ropes he sends Marley across. Shadoe Rage
drops to his stomach as, The Gambler leaps over. Shadoe Rage hops up
and goes for a hiptoss, but Marley blocks it and brings over the
smaller Rage brother with a hiptoss of his own!]
CL: Judd Marley is in total control of this match in the early going.
FH: _VERY_ early going.
[Marley is quickly back on top with a headlock. He brings Shadoe Rage
into his corner and Judd tags in "Black" Jack Baldwin. Baldwin
riffles off a kick into the midsection and lands a big bone crushing
uppercut that sends Shadoe Rage down to the mat. Derek Rage looks to
start to move and Baldwin dares him to come inside the ring, before
Duke Martin cuts him off.]
CL: There isn't DQ's in this match, so technically all four could turn
this into a Tornado rules match, but this is tag team wrestling and
the referee is attempting to force tag team standards.
FH: Screw the standards let the Prophets come in and squash these two
clowns.
[Shadoe Rage has crawled over to the ropes and begins to use the ropes
to get back to his feet, but Marley drops down and grabs a hold of the
back of Shadoe Rage's neck and uses the rope to choke the downed
opponent. "Black" Jack Baldwin stands in the center of the ring
taunting, big Derek Rage.]
FH: Cheaters!
CL: I thought you just said "screw the standards"?
FH: Who did?
CL: I could of swore you did.
FH: It wasn't me.
[... Rage crawls to the center of the ring and Baldwin scoops him up
and SLAMS him hard to the mat. Baldwin backs up and falls straight
down ....]
*** GROANING POP!!! ***
CL: HEADBUTT TO THE JIMMY!
FH: I heard Baldwin likes putting his head down there.
*** ANOTHER GROANING POP!!! ***
CL: To add further insult he just followed up with an elbow drop in
the family jewels.
FH: That Baldwin is a sick dude.
[Baldwin does a dance over to his partner and extends his hand as the
gambler tags himself back into the match. Marley sends Shadoe Rage
into the ropes, and sends him down with a drop toe hold as Baldwin has
made his way to the top ropes and he leaps off ...]
"___THUUUUUUUUUD___"
[... Flying Head butt!]
CL: Migraine Maker! This match has been all Wild Cards so far!
FH: They can do all the head butts to the Jimmy they want. Until they
send Shadoe or Derek Rage through a table none of this means a lick.
CL: No, but they are wearing down the energetic Rage brother.
[Marley grabs the right leg of Shadoe Rage and turns it ... FIGURE
FOUR LEG LOCK !!!! Shadoe Rage quickly begins waving his arms as he
is in pain. Baldwin is on the outside and he has picked up a folded
table and slides it under the ropes. Baldwin turns to go up the
ring steps and --- ]
"___CRAAAAAAACK___"
*** HEEL STEEL CHAIR JEERING POP!!! ***
CL: DEREK RAGE JUST ENDENTED THAT STEEL CHAIR OVER THE TOP OF BLACK
JACK BALDWIN'S HEAD!
FH: About time!
[... Baldwin stumbles around like he is seeing stars and Derek Rage
charges with an elbow smash clothesline and sends Baldwin down on the
hard unforgiving cement floor. The Big seven footer wastes no time
and dives under the ropes and pushes his way quite easily past the
referee, Duke Martin.]
CL: Judd Marley leaps up ... JUST IN TIME TO EAT A BIG BOOT BY DEREK
RAGE!!!!
FH: You done pissed off the biggest and baddest mofo in the match.
Good going Wild Cards.
[Derek Rage easily lifts Judd Marley and with ease locks him into an
over the shoulder half-crab ...]
CL: Look at Derek Rage squeeze, Judd Marley!
FH: Break him in half!
[Baldwin has rolled back into the ring ... Obviously a little dazed
from that chair shot he dives down chop blocking Derek Rage from
behind. Duke Martin has backed out of the chaos as he has lost
control of enforcing the standard tag team rules. Derek Rage drops
Marley has he crumbles down to one knee ... Baldwin turns, SHADOE
RAGE WITH A SPRINGBOARD .... ASAI MOONSAULT!]
CL: Shadoe Rage leaps to his feet screaming!!!! Judd Marley from
behind ...
"___THUUUUUUUUD___"
[... German Suplex! Judd Marley back on his feet and he has removed a
roll of quarters from his boots and locks it into his right hand and
begins to drill, big Derek Rage in the forehead over and over ...]
"___CRAAAACK___"
"___CRAAAACK___"
"___CRAAAACK___"
"___CRAAAACK___"
[Pizzazz Elysee has leaped onto the back of Judd Marley and The
Gambler begins to spin in circles as the woman claws and screams
scratching into the Wild Card member.]
CL: Pizzazz Elysee is digging those finger nails into the face of JUDD
MARLEY!
FH: He deserves it! How dare he use a roll of quarters on an icon
like Derek Rage.
[Finally Marley tosses Pizzazz Elysee off him, but turns and Shadoe
Rage catches him with a DDT ...]
"___THUUUUUUD___"
CL: All four men are now down.
FH: Four men and a lady.
CL: And to think there has only been one table involved thus far and
it's still folded and unharmed.
[... Chip spoke too soon. Baldwin is the first to his feet. He
stands over the table. A big grin comes across "Black" Jack's face
and he lifts the table up and places it across the corner and propped
up against the turnbuckles.]
CL: Baldwin is setting the corner up ... Shadoe Rage is now up.
Baldwin turns and charges ...
FH: Shadoe Rage ducks!!!
[Baldwin turns around and Shadoe Rage leaps up with a rana, but
"Black" Jack Baldwin holds on and storms forward ....]
"___CRAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSH___"
*** TABLE SPOT POP!!! ***
CL: BALDWIN JUST SENT SHADOE RAGE THROUGH THAT TABLE PROPPED UP IN THE
CORNER WITH A POWERBOMB COUNTER! Duke Martin begins his count!
ONE !!!
TWO !!!
THREE !!!
FOUR !!!
FIVE !!!
[Derek Rage who is now wearing a small crimson forehead mask is up and
grabs Baldwin from behind and locks him in with a dragon sleeper ...]
FH: The Revolution Will Not Be Televised!
SIX !!!
SEVEN !!!
CL: Shadoe Rage is starting to move. He didn't get the full force of
that table since it was propped in the corner.
EIGHT !!!
*** HEEL POP!!! ***
FH: Shadoe Rage is up ... At least enough for the count to stop.
[Judd Marley over to break the deadly submission hold on his partner.
He pulls big Derek Rage up and goes to send him into the turnbuckles,
but Derek Rage reverses it and Marley bounces out right into an
awaiting, Derek Rage ...]
"___THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"
CL: SPINEBUSTER!
FH: The ring shook with the impact of that.
[Shadoe Rage has rolled to the outside and is back down on the cement
still recovering from the first table spot. Derek Rage has found
himself on the second rope. He drops down with a big elbow drop on
Judd Marley.]
CL: Pizzazz Elysee is now on the outside attending to Shadoe Rage.
Trying to get the Prophets, wild man ready to continue the right.
FH: Hold the fort down, Derek!
[Derek Rage walks over and pulls Jack Baldwin to his feet. The
bloodied seven footer drives his fist into the jaw of Baldwin. Drives
it again. Baldwin is bent over in massive pain. Derek Rage turns to
grab the throat of Baldwin and lift him for a choke slam ... PUFF OF
WHITE POWDER RIGHT IN DEREK RAGE'S FACE!!!!]
*** POWDER POP!!! ***
CL: The famous white powder that the Wild Cards are known for pulling
out of nowhere!
FH: More like in their tights!
[Derek Rage is blinded by the sudden unexpected white powder tossed in
his face and Baldwin charges and Gorilla Press ...... ]
"___CRAAAAACK___"
CL: Backbreaker .... Baldwin calls that his, Dead Man's Hand!
FH: This was all set up by that cheating white powder.
CL: Judd Marley drops .... SNAKE EYES!!!!! SNAKE EYES!!!
[Marley locks on his finishing move, Snake Eyes a Crippler Cross face.
Derek Rage quickly begins to tap, but submissions aren't allowed in
this match. Shadoe Rage is now on the outside and he is livid as
Baldwin stands over daring Shadoe Rage to come in.]
CL: Shadoe Rage is in a bad spot. Baldwin stands over as his partner
is locked in Marley's finishing move. If this wasn't Table Death
Match rules then this match would be over.
FH: Yeah because the Wild Cards would have been DQ'd by now.
CL: Look out!
*** POP!!! ***
[Baldwin dodges a flying chair from Shadoe Rage from the outside.
Shadoe Rage grabs the ring steps and tosses it aside...]
"___CLAAAAAAANG___"
[Marley dropped the hold as the duo lift up Derek Rage. Baldwin a bit
smaller than Derek Rage locks on a bear hug on the weaken Rage brother
... Judd Marley hits the ropes with one eye on Shadoe Rage. Before
leaping he turns and gives Shadoe Rage a small little mocking wave and
leaps with a jumping clothesline.]
CL: Lost Jimmy's College Fund!
FH: And out rolls Derek Rage as Shadoe and Pizzazz are quickly over to
check on Derek Rage.
W I L D ! ! ! W I L D ! ! ! W I L D ! ! ! W I L D ! ! !
W I L D ! ! ! W I L D ! ! ! W I L D ! ! ! W I L D ! ! !
W I L D ! ! ! W I L D ! ! ! W I L D ! ! ! W I L D ! ! !
W I L D ! ! ! W I L D ! ! ! W I L D ! ! ! W I L D ! ! !
CL: The fans are behind the tag team champions.
FH: For now.
[While Shadoe is trying to help Derek get back to his feet, Jack
Baldwin shrugs and takes off running and _DIVES_ over the top ropes
and right on the trio!]
*** SUICIDE DIVE SPOT POP!!! ***
CL: BALDWIN UP AND OVER! Marley is climbing out and right behind him.
The Tag Team Champions aren't afraid to match the challengers!
FH: Marley is grabbing a table on the outside.
[Baldwin is up and yanks Shadoe Rage up... He whips him hard into the
guard rail. He takes off charging and leaps with a brutal knee ....
Shadoe Rage _just_ dives out of the way ... ]
"___CLAAAAAANG___"
CL: OUCH! Baldwin just smashed his knee right into the guard rail.
Shadoe Rage just got out of the way.
[Judd Marley has now placed the seven footer, Derek Rage on top of the
table on the outside... Marley has climbed on top of the ring apron.
He points down and leaps ....]
"___CRAAAAAASSSSSSSHHHH___"
*** HEEL JEERING POP!!! ***
CL: Pizzazz just pushed Derek Rage off the table and Judd Marley went
crashing through ...
FH: Pizzazz is laid out I think she caught a little of the impact.
CL: Never the less, Duke Martin is outside now counting Judd Marley!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!
FIVE!!!
SIX!!!
[Judd Marley is stirring. He has rolled out of the splintered table.
He is holding his left knee in pain trying to get to his feet.]
SEVEN!!!
CL: Judd looks to have aggravated his hurt knee.
FH: Marley had a severe knee injury a few years ago. Look at Derek
Rage who is now up and has just noticed, Judd's Achilles heel.
[The big man hungry for revenge kicks that left knee out as Judd
finally pushed his way to his feet. Marley drops down holding that
knee in pain.]
FH: Kick it again!
CL: Judd is in some trouble here.
[On the outside Derek Rage grabs a hold of that leg and twists it into
a leg/knee bar. Shadoe Rage now has the ring steps in his hands and
he
lifts them high above his head and brings them down hard on the mid-
back of "Black" Jack Baldwin ...]
"___CRAAAAACK___"
FH: HE BROKE HIS BACK ....
CL: I think it'll take more then that to break Baldwin's back.
FH: It's spinal!
[Rage Country fans are patting Shadoe on the back as he climbs on top
of the guard rail... He turns and MOONSAULTS OFF .... Lands perfect on
Baldwin!]
FH: Now _thats_ a moonsault!
[Shadoe walks over and picks up another chair. Instead of tossing it
inside the ring this time he folds it in half and turns towards
Baldwin who looks to be in some trouble. Shadoe walks over, but
Baldwin with a low blow out of nowhere ...]
CL: That'll slow ya down!
FH: Just a tad ...
[Shadoe Rage drops the chair as he bends over in pain ... Baldwin
grabs the chair and charges towards Derek Rage who is still working
that left knee of Judd Marley ... Derek Rage turns just as Baldwin
arrives .... He tosses the chair and Derek Rage catches it ...]
"___CRAAAAAAACK___"
CL: DROPKICK BY BALDWIN RIGHT INTO THAT CHAIR AND IT SMACKS RIGHT INTO
BALDWINS JAW!
FH: What a yellow move!
[Baldwin checks over his fallen partner who is favoring that hurt left
knee. Baldwin turns ... DROPKICK TO HIS KNEE BY SHADOE RAGE OUT OF
NOWHERE!!!! Baldwin crumbles down besides his fallen partner. Shadoe
Rage with a standing shooting star press!!!]
FH: Wow!
CL: Back and forth action ... Wild Cards dominated inside the ring
and The Prophets have favored the battle on the outside. So far both
sides have survived close calls.
[Shadoe Rage dives under the ring ... After a few seconds he comes out
pulling a table and a small cloth bag ... Shadoe Rage sets up the
table as Pizzazz Elysee grabs the bag and begins to pour it all over
the wooden table...]
CL: Those are tiny small brass tack's....
FH: Genius idea!
[Shadoe Rage grabs a hold of Baldwin and begins drilling his for
cross faces wreaking him up ... He picks him up and places him on the
ring apron. Shadoe Rage follows him up ... ]
CL: Shadoe Rage looks to be setting up Jack Baldwin for his, Downfall
finisher. If he can land the cradle superplex through that table and
tacks' you have to assume it will be over.
FH: Finish it!
[Shadoe Rage locks up Baldwin, but Baldwin fights his way out .... The
fans are getting to their feet as each man fights for position.]
W I L D ! ! ! W I L D ! ! ! W I L D ! ! ! W I L D ! ! !
R A G E ! ! ! R A G E ! ! ! R A G E ! ! ! R A G E ! ! !
W I L D ! ! ! W I L D ! ! ! W I L D ! ! ! W I L D ! ! !
CL: You can hear that small section of Rage Country cheering on the
Prophets. Shadoe has Baldwin up, no Baldwin REVESES IT AND LANDS
SHADOE RAGE CROTCH FIRST OVER THE TOP ROPES ....
[Shadoe Rage is straddling on the top ropes cursing ... Jack Baldwin
then grabs the ropes and bounces it up and down with gusto till Shadoe
Rage falls off inside the ring.]
CL: Hold 'em's Revenge!
FH: Well at least he didn't twist and send him through the table.
CL: I'm not sure Baldwin has seen that table of misfortunate.
[Jack Baldwin has notices Derek Rage now on his feet ... He takes off
and dives ....]
*** HEEL COUNTER POP!!! ***
FH: Derek Rage caught up!
"___THUUUUUUUUUD___"
CL: FALL AWAY SLAM ON THE HARD CEMENT BY DEREK RAGE!
[Judd Marley has slid under the ropes and in the ring. He uses the
ropes to get back to his feet. He limps his way over towards Shadoe
Rage. Shadoe Rage is up on his feet and notices Judd trying to make
his way over and charges ....]
"___THUUUUUUUUD___"
*** HUGE COUNTER POP!!! ***
CL: COUNTER POWERSLAM BY MARLEY!
[Derek Rage is climbing onto the ring apron now ... Marley hits the
ropes and OFF goes Derek Rage and down to the outside! Judd Marley is
on fire ... Shadoe Rage stumbles up and _DRAGON_ SUPLEX!]
"___THUUUUUUUUD___"
FH: Someone slow him down!
CL: They already tried. He is doing this on one wheel!
[Judd Marley starts a Boston Crab on Shadoe Rage, but a bloodied Derek
Rage with a massive clothesline to the back of his neck from behind.
Derek Rage stumbles around regaining his sense... He begins stomping
away ruthlessly on that left knee.]
CL: Derek Rage is just UNLOADING on that left knee of Judd Marley.
FH: Send him back to being a manager!
[Baldwin is now on the top ropes... Derek Rage turns, LEAPING SHOULDER
BLOCK!!!!!!]
CL: BALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLDWINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!
FH: Where did he come from!?!?!
[Jack Baldwin yanks big Derek Rage and unleashes with rights!
Baldwin traps both of Derek Rage's arms while facing him, then fires a
series of fast, hard head butts into his already busted open face!]
*** HUGE POP!!! ***
CL: DOUBLE DOWN!!!!
[Derek Rage stumbles and falls face first down. Baldwin pulls Shadoe
Rage up in a power bomb positron... He walks him over towards the set
up
table with tacks' on it ... Shadoe Rage grabs a hold of the top ropes
trying to block Baldwin from finishing the match!]
CL: IF BALDWIN HITS THIS THE WILD CARDS RETAIN!
FH: Come on Derek get up!!!
CL: Shadoe is fighting it!!! He is in some dire trouble!
*** HUGE POP!!! ***
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.
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*** HEEL POP!!! ***
.
.
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"___CRAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSH___"
CL: OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!!! SHADOE RAGE USED THE ROPES FOR LEVERAGE AND
COUNTERED IN A RANA AND BALDWIN FLIPPED OVER AND THROUGH THE CHAOTIC
MESS!
[Shadoe Rage falls and hits the ground himself ...]
ONE !!!
TWO !!!
THREE !!!
[Judd Marley has stumbled to his feet he looks around, but Derek Rage
has tackled him THROUGH the ropes as the two go out of play ...]
FOUR !!!
FIVE !!!
CL: Baldwin is starting to stir! Look at all those tacks' stuck in
his skin. There isn't many men tougher in this sport than, "Black"
Jack Baldwin.
FH: Jesus there are brass tacks' stuck everywhere in the guy.
SIX !!!
SEVEN !!!
[Baldwin is trying to push himself up ... Suddenly from the crowd two
men jump the barrier. One is huge (6'9", 325bs) and the other is much
smaller (5'6", 175lbs)... Both are wearing plainclothes... jeans and
red t-shirts.]
CL: Who the hell is this?
FH: Oh no... if it's who I think it is... oh man... it is...
[As the camera picks the two men up, we recognize them as tag team
veterans and most probably legends, Alain MacDonald and Marc Denis of
Canadian Legacy. Alain MacDonald jumps and lays out Jack Baldwin who
was almost to his knees with a well-placed knee to the jaw.]
EIGHT !!!
[MacDonald puts his foot on Baldwin's chest to ensure he's down for
the ten count.]
NINE !!!
TEN !!!
*** MASSIVE HEEL HEAT!!! ***
CL: I _CAN'T_ BELIEVE THIS!
FH: BELIEVE!!!!
[Shadoe Rage and Derek Rage are now inside the ring... They stumble
around showing signs of just going through an ABSOLUTE war ... Duke
Martin rolls in and hands them the PVW Tag Team Titles.
On the outside MacDonald and Denis put on a smug look of satisfaction
and escape the way they entered. The fans are hot and begin throwing
trash inside the ring as Pizzazz Elysee joins the Rage brothers for
celebration.]
B U L L - S H I T ! ! ! B U L L - S H I T ! ! !
B U L L - S H I T ! ! ! B U L L - S H I T ! ! !
B U L L - S H I T ! ! ! B U L L - S H I T ! ! !
B U L L - S H I T ! ! ! B U L L - S H I T ! ! !
CL: The fans speak the truth!!!! What are these two doing inside a
PVW ring.
FH: Livestock and The Gutch invited any tag team legends ... SSN
approved it ...
CL: We already got them, The Killing Machines!
FH: Looks like we got ourselves two tag team legends additions.
CL: I can't believe it ended like this. What a crime ... The Wild
Cards deserved more!
FH: Apparently not.
CL: Not like this no!
[Shadoe Rage and Derek Rage climb opposite turnbuckles and lift their
titles up as Judd Marley has finally made his way over to his partner
who has tacks' stuck all across his back and arms. We fade back into
the studio with Dean Hayes.]
DH: The Prophets of Rage haven't stopped on their destruction path,
but now instead of the PVW gatekeepers they are the PVW Tag team
champions. What we will see next may have shook the foundation the
PVW was built on. There have been many of stables through out the
history of wrestling. However none has held the power that the
Widowmakers Inc have held through out it's existance.
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CUT: JUNE 15TH - HEATWAVE
THE RETURN OF A JUGGERNAUT
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The camera cuts back into the arena, showing Widowmakers Inc.
standing en masse in the center of the ring. "Showtime" Rick Marley
is wearing an emerald green button up silk shirt, a pair of black
dress pants and a pair of high shined black dress shoes. His dark
hair is pulled back into a ponytail as he smirks out at the cameras.
Beside Marley, dressed in his usual attire consisting of a black
t-shirt, camouflage pants, black army boots and silver mirrored shades
is the Mercenary. And in his hand is the trademarked Haliburton
suitcase, with an addition to it... a big black spider with a red
hour-glass on its back.
With them, "Pokerface" Mark Masterson and Nick "Always" Wright stand
decked out in the latest WMI apparel, both wearing spider shirts and
hats (Wright with his on backwards). Wright holds a framed picture of
Lady Laurel Levinger with a delicate, caring, obsessive touch.]
[Marley stands, wireless mic in hand as he soaks in the negative
reaction from the crowd.]
RM: Always good to reap the benefits of a job well done. The sad
thing is that before we stepped in and settled our debt with him, not
a person in this arena cared about "International Excellence" Tyrone
Parker.
One visit from WMI and suddenly the dearly departed was everyone's
favorite uncle. A superstar just trying to make good.
WE put him back on the map...right before we helped him hang up his
boots.
A lot of people have been asking "Why'd you do it, Rick? Why'd you
stab the fans in the back again?"
[Marley shakes his head and looks to the other Widowmakers for a
moment before responding.]
RM: Why'd I turn my back on the fans? Why'd the fans turn their backs
on me? Every night I was out here trying to do things the way that
they wanted me to. Every night I was acting the part of the good
younger brother...the devoted tag team partner...the fan
favorite...and what good did it do me? WHAT?
Not a bit.
Bill Craven picked me up and plastered me all over the ring steps and
no one did a thing about it. Bill Craven could have ended my career
that night...no one raised a finger about it. I was fighting a war
with a lunatic with one hand tied behind my back. I KNEW what I
needed to do to beat him...to prove to everyone that he was behind
that gas mask...but I also knew the reaction I'd get...not only from
the fans, but from my partner and my brother.
So they had to go.
Nothing personal boys, just business.
So I cut ties with The Wild Cards and made some calls. I moved WMI
back into an active footing in the wrestling world. I brought in The
Mercenary, one of the most feared men to ever step into the ring...a
LEGEND who's ruined more lives than cancer...and The Made Men: one of
the most vicious tag teams to ever come down the pike...and they're
here to do what the Widowmakers have always done:
They're here to dominate.
We started off by paying back some old debts...but we've still got a
bit left to cover on that front, right Merc?
Merc: Damned straight we do. Tyrone Parker may have wronged WMI a
long time ago, and most people wouldn't even remember what happened
all those years ago, but we didn't. And we punished him for his
transgressions. And if you think that what we did to him for
something that he did years ago was overkill, well, then you don't
know the Widowmakers. That was just a warning shot to the rest of
PVW... and to one Majorly Damaged Bill Craven in particular.
You see Billy-boy, you injured a member of the WMI, and we will not be
satisfied until you have been repaid that kindness by at least
ten-fold. So, you may as well just accept that fact, and get it over
with as quick as possible.Don't make us hunt you down, as much fun as
that would be. And don't bother trying to find anyone to help you
out... You don't want to be responsible for their decimation too, do
you, you green-freak?... I didn't think so.
[Merc passes the microphone to Masterson.]
MM: But we're not just about making freak-green paste or collecting
old debts. We're here to blaze some new trails, and that means total
domination. That means gold. And that means we crush anyone who
wants to get in our way.
[Wright takes the mic as Masterson hands it to him. His voice is
thick like syrup in your hair and engenders the same kind of
reaction.]
NW: [Looking at the picture] And sometimes.. sometimes... that means
that you might have to hurt the ones you love! [The crowd boos.
Nick looks at the crowd with astonishment.] I KNOW! It stinks! Yes,
boo that!
[The microphone goes back to Masterson. Wright again fixates on the
photo.]
MM: So we've got a speedbump in our way to gold. Two, really, one
[air-quoted] "Phenomenal" speedbump and one adolescent speedbump. They
both want to stick their noses in the business dealings of others,
running down the aisle like they've got something to prove. Like
speedbumps, their only purpose seems to be to slow us down... No
matter. They'll get run over and left behind like all the rest.
FORGOTTEN as The Made Men and Widowmakers Incorporated speed on to the
glory we so very much deserve.
[Suddenly, the crowd gets loud, shouting out with a great deal of
mixed heat. The WMI look around, confused, perhaps at the fact that
they're getting something other than boos.]
WC: I don't know you...
[Whipping around, all four members of the Widow Makers finally settle
their eyes on the entrance portal, where stands William Craven.
Baring his sharpened teeth, rubbing his bald head, he's just standing
there, looking down at the floor. Bill's camouflage pants nearly
blend with his green, scale-tattooed skin, and he wears nothing else,
making him seem almost naked. Looking up, Bill starts pointing at the
ring, moving his finger slightly to indicate different people, finally
settling on the Mercenary.]
WC: Or you, or, for that matter, you. I only know Rick Marley. That
is to say ... I've worked with Rick Marley before. The rest of you,
what you've done is you've entered a war zone...
[Stopping, Bill rubs his face, and shakes his head, as if confused.]
WC: It didn't have to be this way, Rick! From day one, day one you
cowered, fearing the future would mirror the past. I just have to
wonder ... why? Why? What do you want, Rick!?
[Pacing the platform before the entrance ramp, Bill stares at the
floor again.]
WC: Do you want an apology? Rick, you called my name as I lurked in
the shadows, trying to remake myself. Blackballed from the upper
echelons of our industry for the second time in my career, all I
wanted was a fresh start--
[Spinning backwards, Bill juts an accusing finger toward the ring.]
WC: --but YOU wouldn't let me have it! You had to cry to the world
"Major Damage is William Craven!" I tried firing warning ...
salvos... I, I tried to warn you, Rick! Then, I offered you my own
brand of friendship. I offered you a position alongside me in a new
Operation: Scorched Earth! You spurned that, if you even heard it
through your fear-addled state.
[Glaring up at the ring, Bill actually looks more hurt than angry.]
WC: And then what do you do? You send proxies. You put your partner,
and your brother against me. They were lucky enough to escape
unscathed, but then, another. Johnny Oakes, whose only sin was
trusting you, Rick. He tried to back you up, and so he went against
me. Did you back him up? NO! You left him to be destroyed. The
brave soldier ... that he was, he tried to continue on after our
battle, but it just wasn't possible.
[Casting his eyes back down, Bill's breathing becomes erratic, and he
shudders, involuntarily.]
WC: I think ... you wanted it this way, Rick. You. For eight years,
you've been unable to beat me. For eight years, you've been lauded
and I reviled. Now ... now you've turned away from what most thought
your nature, and this you do for victory...
...but it gets worse...
[Gritting his pointed teeth together, Bill glares up at the ring,
puffing violently at the chest. He seems more sure, less confused.]
WC: There can be no victory. Oh, in the ring, perhaps, but that isn't
what you want, is it Rick? You want to end me, don't you... What
will you and your friends do, Rick? Will you cut me?
[Speaking with an unnatural calm, it almost seems as if Bill has
changed personas. Tracing a series of lines that zigzag along his
arms and across his chest, then up his neck and head, Bill is pointing
out his plethora of scars.]
WC: Go ahead, find a spot without a scar if you can, and cut it. Will
you break my bones?
[Pointing to a few unusual bends in his arms, a dent in his ribcage,
and then finally a massive scar running down the back of his neck,
Bill grins a shark-toothed grin.]
WC: Find one that hasn't been broken, and break it. Will you put me
out of wrestling?
[His grin fades, and Bill scowls, darkly.]
WC: My rookie year, eight men, and it was a battle... You really
think that now, you can do it with four?
[Grinning again, Bill hunkers down.]
WC: Let's find out!
*THUNK!* *HISS!*
CL: He drops the microphone, and William Craven is rushing the ring!
[Hitting the ring at a sprinting pace, Bill slides almost to the
center, and all the members of WMI set upon him! Face pop!]
PW: There ya go, it's about what you'd expect. Four guys on one big
guy? Big guy goes down!
[Indeed, Bill thrashes around on the canvas as Mercenary, braced on
the top rope, steps on his throat. Masterson and Wright stomp the
midsection, and Marley has already slipped outside for a chair to make
quick work of the big, green freak.]
CL: Craven just thrashing, trying to grab-- Mercenary!
[Rolling his body up and grape vining both legs around the choking leg
of Merc's, Bill twists and sends Mercenary tumbling in a heap on the
mat.]
CL: Crucifix Kneebar! William Craven's finisher from the 1990s!
[Grabbing onto him and pulling with all their strength, the Made Men
pull Bill up into a seated position, and Mercenary manages to detach
him with a well-placed boot to the face. Shoving him backwards, they
pursue their quarry.]
PW: The numbers game is still in play, Chip! Merc's limping, but--
LEGSWEEP!?
[Tumbling to a squatting position, Bill sweeps Wright's legs out from
under him, then pops up into a bum rush from Masterson.]
PW: Clothesline staggers the green monster, Masterson EXPLODER!? TO
THE FLOOR! Craven just pitched him like a damned baseball!
*WHUMP!*
CL: There's the difference maker! Craven stumbling forward, and Rick
Marley--
*CLANG!*
CL: Chair to the back, chair to the head! Craven staggering...
PW: DDT!
*CLANG!*
PW: Right on the chair! That's all she wrote! If this was a match,
we'd see the Widow Makers celebrating their victory!
CL: Marley to the ropes! This is it! Highlight Reel!
*BOOM!*
CL: And William Craven has fallen very still on the mat. What were
you saying about celebrating, Preston?
[Heel heat rains down on the ring along with a few random pieces of
garbage from the first few rows. WMI stand in a line, raising one
another's hands, Mark Masterson joining them all last after recovering
from his fall to the floor.]
PW: It may not be a match, but Widow Makers Incorporated are
victorious, and they look like it. It looks like Rick Marley might
finally be rid ... of...
[FACE POP! The Widow Makers freeze, and begin to turn around,
slowly.]
CL: He sat up...
PW: He's getting up.
CL: He's getting up, and he LOOKS ANGRY!
[The entire Armory is on fire as all four members of WMI dive from the
ring, narrowly avoiding the grip of a profusely bleeding William
Craven. Biting down on the top rope, Bill pulls it up with his teeth,
and pushes down the second rope with one foot, leaving his hands free
in a strange gesture.]
PW: They're leaving. C'mon. Guys. He's just one dude ... a big,
crazy dude.
CL: He's not just an athlete, maybe not just a man Preston, and I
think the Widow Makers are starting to reach that conclusion
themselves.
[As they back up the aisle, Bill realizes that they're not coming
back, and instead ducks out of the ring.]
PW: Christ, and now he's gonna push his luck and follow them?
==============================================
CUT: NOVEMBER 11TH - TRADITION II
REVENGE SERVED ICE COLD
==============================================
[Marley stands over the unconscious Tucson Kid, glaring at him for a
moment before turning to the official and telling him to leave...the
offiical argues for a moment, only to be grabbed by the back of his
head and tossed out of the ring.]
CL: Oh, that's just uncalled for! What's Marley doing? The official
is down and out on the outside of the ring and now Marley's slid out
of the ring and he's grabbed Merc's Haliburton and a steel chair and
he's sliding back in. Mark Masterson has grabbed a second chair and
is at the bottom of the ramp holding back security!
FH: Chip, this is really REALLY bad...I think Marley's snapped.
CL: Oh God, no! Marley just laid Tucson Kid's head on the Haliburton!
He's got that chair and he's climbed to the top rope...WE NEED MORE
SECURITY! SEND HELP NOW!
FH: It's not going to be in time.
[Marley looks at the downed Tucson Kid and looks around at the
heartily booing crowd before giving a 'thumbs down' sign...
then leaping high in the air and tucking the chair under his right leg
and crashing down on top of Tucson Kid's unprotected head!]
CL: OH DEAR GOD NO! THE HUMANITY! WE NEED EMT'S! TUCSON KID'S
THRASHING ALL OVER THE PLACE...RICK MARLEY JUST HIT AN ARABIAN
FACEBUSTER ONTO THE HALIBURTON! THE KID IS A BLOODY MESS!
FH: That's a LOT of blood, Chip...and Masterson is holding off
everybody...security, officials, medical personnel...everyone.
CL: DAMN YOU, RICK MARLEY! DAMN YOU TO HELL! HOW COULD YOU?
[Marley looks down at the severely injured Tucson Kid and spits on
him, mouthing "Payback's a bitch, huh?" before hopping over the top
rope and moving to Masterson. Putting a hand on his shoulder, the two
Widowmakers head to the back past the PVW offials as a deafening
chorus of boos rain down, accompanied by trash.]
CL: Ladies and gentlemen, I've...I've never seen anything like this.
Medical personnel are working on The Tucson Kid now in the ring...we
don't know the extent of his injuries, but as soon as he have an
update, we'll get it to you.
==============================================
CUT: DECEMBER 1ST - HEATWAVE
CHEMICAL WARFARE
==============================================
[Cut to show a grainy video, as with a security camera. It looks like
a locker room, filled with benches and surrounded by the metal
lockers" that give it its name. A set of double doors opens on the
left side of the room, and in walk the Made Men, Mercenary and the
leader of Widow Makers Incorporated, Rick Marley.]
RM: It'll work like a charm, don't worry about it. He's on his way
and the switch'll go over like a charm.
MM: You know, I never get tired of the looks on their faces when we do
stuff like this.
MERC: Not to make this about me, but I would have liked to have a
bigger part on how things went down. After all, I am the enforcer of
the group. Its my job...
*KA-THUNK-TSCH!*
RM: The hell?
[Falling heavily to the concrete floor, a pair of plastic buckets
fall, and shatter, creating a spreading pair of liquid pools and
merging them together. Everybody in the room drops their baggage,
looking around in confusion, finally spotting a thin line running from
the door, which has now ripped a gash in the drop ceiling, and snapped
under the weight of the two buckets.]
*CHUNK!*
[A loud sound, metal-on-metal echoes, and again, all the members of
WMI look around in surprise. Nick Wright is the first to realize that
the noise came from behind them, grabbing the handle of one door.]
NW: Hey. Hey! We're locked in! What the hell?
[Masterson covers his nose and mouth with one hand, a look of horror
crossing his face.]
MM: What's that smell?
[All four men begin to cough, uncontrollably, and attack the double
doors. It's mere seconds before they all start to swoon, which is
when a fifth individual makes himself known.]
*BOOM!*
[Mercenary is the first to fall, staggering backwards and sent
sprawling by a huge boot to the head. Wright and Masterson turn to
fight, but are simply tossed aside, staggering from being jerked
forward by the wrist, tripping on a locker room bench, and falling
face first onto the concrete. Finally, the large shape grabs Rick
Marley, who feebly grasps at his wrist, trying to remove the hand from
his neck.]
WC: This will help.
[Instead of a beating, Marley is given an oxygen mask. WMI's
assailant, clearly William Craven, taps out a rhythm of knocks on the
door to the outside. Marley fixates on Craven's gas mask, breathing
deeply the oxygen from his own mask, trying to blink away whatever
chemical horror is assaulting his eyes and his teammates.]
WC: Chlorine gas ... nasty stuff. You'll all need medical attention
... and soon.
[There is no note of humor in Bill's voice as the door swings open,
letting in fresh air. In steps Tommy Ryder, wearing a breather like
Marley's as well as a pair of protective goggles.]
WC: My apologies to all of you. I didn't know how to gauge how much
bleach and how much ammonia I should use, so I just blew about twenty
bucks getting four jugs of each.
[Shoving Marley back, Bill takes a seat on a bench, and sets about
removing his mask.]
WC: You see now ... it was never a matter of whether I could get to
you, Rick, just what I was willing to do to accomplish that goal.
[Cut to an external shot, looking in at the locker room. Revealing
his green head of scars and pointy teeth, Bill gives a monstrous
grin.]
WC: Of course ... it shouldn't have been necessary. Look at where we
are now. A boy with a bright future, career ... destroyed, and why?
I know, I'm a hypocrite for caring ... aren't I? SO I'M A
*BLEEPING* HYPOCRITE! I DON'T CARE!!!
[Ryder flinches, backing out of the room. Marley just glares, perhaps
still feeling the effects of the gas attack.]
WC: You saw someone you didn't like a year ago, you said some things,
and got his attention. My attention. You flipped the WHOLE THING on
its head, and sold your soul. So afraid, so afraid of taking a
beating again. So I beat you in WWO ... I beat EVERYBODY in WWO!
[Bill stands, tossing his gas mask against a locker with a loud
clanging sound.]
WC: And we fought in Britain a few times. Yes, I beat you there too
... and I liked it ... because I was paid, brought in just to do it by
someone who didn't like you.
That's the difference between a boy and a man, Rick. A boy runs
and gets friends rather than taking a beating. A man just steps
up, takes it and moves on...
RM: (in a hoarse voice) Piss off, Bill. I'm not here to be your
punching bag anymore.
WC: Heh. Hehehe! You see, Rick. Do you see? In all of this, you've
seen yourself as being in the right ... but all you've done ... is
become just. Like. Me...
[A grimace mars Marley's face as he goes slack jawed, then shakes his
head.]
WC: So little caring for others, hurting people, not by accident, but
with intent. What's more, you've taken your enemies, and made them
your allies. People you hated... Say, Rick ... in a few years, maybe
we'll be allies.
[Breathing harder, seeming to realize the truth in Bill's words,
Marley appears to be rapidly growing hysterical.]
WC: After all, stranger things have happened. Why, who would have
thought when Major Damage appeared in a new, regional wrestling
organization that a year later he'd be smiling alongside a fresh-faced
kid like Tommy Ryder?
TR: I told you Rick that I wasn't the only one that needed to look out
for what might happen. You push people into a corner and it's
surprising what they'll do. Mr. Craven told me that he was going to
pay you guys a visit and I just couldn't pass it up.
[Lunging forward without strength, Marley struggles feebly to escape
this ... conversation. Bill presses him back using the fingertips of
one hand.]
WC: Rick. Rick! I have an offer for you...
[Marley looks at Craven, calculating and stealing a glance at the
other members of WMI before nodding.]
RM: I'm listening...
WC: I offer you your freedom ... from me. The price is ... your
called shot. Give it to me, sign it over, and I'll take your place,
take the new "World" title from whomever wins it in the tournament ...
heh, assuming I don't just win it anyway, and you and I need never
cross paths again.
Or ... we can just keep going down the path we're on now. Think
about it, Rick. It. Gets. Worse.
[Marley frowns, looking from Craven to the now stirring Mercenary and
Mark Masterson before snorting and shaking his head.]
RM: No way in hell, freak job. You're gonna hang for this, Bill...you
and Ryder both. If you think what I did to your boyfriend was bad,
just WAIT to see what we do to the two of you. We pay our debts,
Craven...and if you think I'm just like you...well...you made me that
way. So now you get to enjoy it.
[Marley doubles over, overcome with coughing again. Bill chuckles
quietly to himself.]
WC: I was serious about needing a doctor, Rick. You guys are going to
have some bleeding, internally ... as your whole system melts on the
inside. Of course, you probably didn't inhale enough gas to make your
blood into hydrochloric acid...
...or maybe ... you did. We'll be in touch. Heh. Hehe.
[Bill walks off, Tommy Ryder in tow. As Marley struggles to his feet,
stumbles out the door and grabs a passing employee.]
RM: We need paramedics back here...and call the police. Bill Craven's
just violated the Geneva Conventions...
[Panic colors the employee's face and he runs off, frantically as
Marley slumps once again against the wall. Cut back to the arena.]
FH: Good lord! William Craven has just crossed the line. You heard
Rick Marley he just violated the Geneva Conventions...
==============================================
CUT: DECEMBER 17TH - HEATWAVE
MERCENARY'S CONTRACT EXPIRED
==============================================
[Xavier rises and looks down at the unmoving "Phenom" with a smirk.
He shoves Ryder's limp body to the edge of the ring, and kicks him off
the apron with disdain. As the rest of WMI disposes of casually
tosses unconscious athletes from the ring, with a demeanor as if they
were taking out the trash, Xavier goes to his teammate Merc and slowly
helps him back to his feet. Xavier pats him on the back as Xavier
says something to Merc...]
FH: He just marked the place for the dagger...
FEYR: You've had a long day... you deserve a rest... a good LONG
one...
[And with that Xavier hits Merc with a stiff knee to the gut, hooks
his head and leaps over the chair, jamming Merc's throat on the rim of
the back of the chair as he comes down.]
CROWD: *"HOLY PREDICTABLE BETRAYALS BATMAN" POP*
CL: WHAT THE HELL!? Xavier just hit Merc with "Natural Selection" on
the steel chair!
FH: See, told ya!
[Merc writhes on the ground clutching his throat and coughing. Xavier
rolls over, and hooks Mercs arm into a simple arm bar using one of his
arms, then begins pummeling him with hammer fists to the chest with
the other, as the rest of WMI simply stands back and watches.]
CL: They're not even making the slightest attempt to stop this!
FH: Looks like Xavier wasn't just brought in to be beef up the
ranks... he was brought in as a replacement.
[Xavier begins alternating between punching Merc at the shoulder and
backhanding him in the face. After a few moments he simply breaks
into an all out frenzy and begins beating and pummeling Merc
mercilessly. Finally, Marley puts a hand on Xaveir's shoulder, and
Xavier pauses... breathing heavily for a few moment, he then relents,
staring at his bloodied hands for a moment... laughing with a sadistic
smile on his face. He then rises to his feet. As the Made Men grab
Merc and set him upright in the steel chair. WMI stands surrounding
Merc who may not even be conscious at the moment as Lilith retrieves a
microphone. Lilith holds the microphone to her lips, puts on a vapid
stare, and starts doing a sarcastic Barbara Walters impression.]
LILITH: Oh my... how could you guys evah betway the Mewcenawy? It is
not like he is a hiwed gun who would sell you out to the highest
biddah... er, well, he has been loyal in da past... he nevew betwayed
Colb-no, wait, he did dat too.. well, he betwayed Colby, but not
WMI... er... nevewmind. So, whyevah have you done dis?
[Lilith holds up the mic to Marley. Glaring at The Mercenary, Marley
brings the mic up to his face, raises and eyebrow and looks around at
the raucous crowd.]
RM: Yeah yeah, boo us all you like.
[Turning back to the restrained Mercenary, Marley leans down, his face
inches from The Mercenary's]
RM: I've been telling everyone that would listen that the Widowmakers
pay our debts. Did you think that we didn't keep track of people that
have screwed us over before? People like you, Merc...remember back in
New York...way back in the days of UEW? When the chips were down, you
threw in with the guys that were out to take us down... Just like
Craven and HIS bunch are trying to take us down.
[Pausing, Marley stands, looks around at the crowd, cheering at the
mention of Craven.]
RM: Right. Cheer the green sociopath, you bunch of hypocritical
boobs! Boo us for what we're doing to this guy...
[Marley points at Merc.]
RM: This guy that's only here because I hired him to take Craven's
green ass out.
[Turning back to Merc, Marley leans in again.]
RM: How'd that contract turn out for you, big guy? Is it done? Is he
out of PVW like you said he would be? You were contracted to make it
happen... but I guess that contracts don't mean as much to you as
they used to. Certainly not enough for you not to be plotting with
Craven this whole time...certainly not for you not to sell out to SSN
at the first chance... Y'know...the hell with it...now you get your
severance.
[Masterson takes the microphone from Marley and looks down on The
Mercenary as he speaks.]
MM: You were my first professional match stateside, you know that? My
history more or less BEGINS with you, Merc. Of everyone standing up
here, there are people who have known you longer, sure, but you're not
just part of who I am, you see?
[Masterson's typical emotionless ring attitude is gone; there's a
somber note peeking through his mannerisms now.]
MM: History is just that though, I guess. Bygones and all that.
Tonight we start a new history, but please believe me when I say that
this hurts me more than it's going to hurt you.
[Wright grabs the microphone from Masterson...]
NW: ... and that's saying a damn TON, because this is going to hurt
like it was Daddy's belt lit with the flames of hell!
[Wright drops the microphone as he bounces around with sadistic glee.
Masterson's eyes are despondent, but his stance shows that he's
resolved to continue down this path. Lilith picks the microphone from
the ground where Nick Wright dropped it.]
[Lilith holds up the mic to Xavier Feyr, who seems to have come down
from his earlier bloodlust induced frenzy. He looks down at Merc, who
actually takes a lunge at Xavier, only to be intercepted by the Made
Men. As they restrain him, Xavier punches Merc right in the throat,
followed by several knees and punches to the chest that take Merc back
down. Xavier seems somewhat amused by this effort.]
XAVIER: I can say one thing about you Merc... you have a proven
consistent record. You will betray anyone at any given time the moment
the price is right, or you decide it's not high enough. Frankly,
personal vendettas aside... we just can't trust you. And if we can't
trust you, then you shouldn't have trusted US.
[smirks]
But what's more Merc, you've been slipping. You couldn't handle
Craven... you couldn't take down Ryder... I mean, look what I did to
him in a matter of seconds Merc. I gave you plenty of time to do the
job yourself, and you couldn't pull it off. You know what animals do
in the wild when a member of their pack is so weak that it drags the
others down? If they're "kind natured" they just leave it behind
and let it die on it's own... falling to nature. If they're, of a
less generous sort... they kill it themselves. If you had been on your
game Merc, you would have seen this coming. That's why they sat back
and waited. To see if I was right about you. They you couldn't cut
it anymore. Survival of the fittest, Merc.
[Xavier straightens up and takes a couple steps back as he continues
speaking.]
Xavier: We can't trust you... we can't rely on you... I'll let my
"assistant" handle the finalizing of your "contract", Mercenary.
[Xavier hands the microphone to Lilith, who proceeds to speak in very
crisp formal tone.]
LILITH: The members of WMI would like to thank you for you service to
date. However, due to certain lackings in your performance as of late,
and questions of your ability to function in a team environment by
your colleagues, we regretfully must inform you that your services...
[WMI closes in around Merc.]
LILITH: [in a cold icy voice] ...are no longer needed.
CROWD: *MONSTER HEEL POP*
[With that Xavier gets a short running start and boots Merc in the
face, knocking him over. WMI descends on him like vultures on corpse,
when suddenly the lights go
out!]
CL: What the hell?
FH: Did we just lose power?
[A spotlight hits the ring, illuminating the people in it. WMI is on
their guard, while Merc lays on the canvas, struggling to even get to
a knee. A second spotlight shines on the entrance ramp, revealing
Marcus Manson!]
FH: Oh my, things just got more interesting.
[Manson carries a pipe, wrapped in electrical tape at one end, and
sprints down to the ring. As he slides in the ring, the house lights
come back on, and WMI backs away slowly, while Manson places himself
between them and Merc. Lillith raises the mic to speak, but Marcus
reaches out and snatches it out of her hand. Feyr takes a
threatening step forward, but Manson points at him with the pipe,
warding him off.]
MM: Make a move, Spanky. I dare you.... Jesus, you people talk too
much.
[Feyr glares angrily at Manson, but doesn't move. Marley looks almost
relieved, and Manson glances over his shoulder at Merc, who is just
now getting to a knee.]
MM: I've been here a grand total of three shows and do you know what
every single person I've run into has asked me? Why haven't you joined
WMI yet? Aren't you gonna join the Widowmakers? Hasn't Marley
recruited you yet?
[Manson pauses.]
MM: Hell, I show up, and people think Colby isn't far behind. I don't
have a red phone to Magnus Colby's office, people.
[Merc has gotten himself up to a half standing position in the corner,
and looks like he may be OK.]
MM: So here's an answer for everyone who's asked, and for you guys -
just in case you've taken too many steel chairs to the head - let me
remind you that I have done fine without Widowmakers Inc at my side,
and will continue to do so.
[Manson pauses again, tightening his grip on the pipe.]
MM: That doesn't, however, mean that I don't like having allies.
[With a sickening thud, Manson buries the pipe into Merc's gut! He
drops it and the mic, pulling Merc's left arm behind his head, and
hits him with a devastating heart punch!]
CL: MY GOD! MERC JUST CRUMPLED! HAS MANSON OFFICIALLY JOINED WMI?
FH: I'D SAY SO! PVW IS IN SERIOUS TROUBLE NOW!
[Ryder slowly begins to come back to his senses and gets to his feet
with the help of Laurel. He turns to the carnage in the ring as
Laurel tries to help him to the back. Ryder turns to leave with
Laurel before breaking away and rushing back into the ring. He quickly
bounds from the apron to the turnbuckle and takes flight landing a
spinning heel kick on Nick Wright.]
FH: He did not just do that! Apparently math wasn't one of his good
subjects. WMI is gonna kill Ryder this time for sure!
[Ryder is up and lands a hard kick to the lower gut of Masterson
before the Widowmakers realize that he's lost his mind. Ryder turns
and gets caught on the chin with a superkick from Marley.]
FH: Well, that didn't last long!
CL: "Showtime" Rick Marley just took Tommy Ryder's head off with the
Casting Call superkick, and things are looking grim for the Merc and
now Ryder in that ring...
[MASSIVE FACE POP as a green streak of flesh slides into the ring as
if greased. Standing instantly to his full height, William Craven has
a microphone in one hand, and his bo-ken in the other. Nick Wright is
the first to edge forward, but is pulled back by his Made Men partner
Mark Masterson. Craven laughs, pointing his wooden sword in the
general direction of the Mercenary, and Tommy Ryder who, inexplicably,
looks concerned for Merc's well being.]
WC: Well well, so many surprises. Why not one more?
[Abject confusion crosses the faces of all the WMI members, who have
become fixated on Craven. Bill plays it off, giving his shark-toothed
grin to hammer the point home.]
WC: You see, what you--
[A sweeping gesture indicates all members of WMI, and yet none of
them.]
WC: --fail to realize is, that in all this, the changes in membership,
that Mercenary is not the only one being replaced. That Those two ...
guys ... aren't the only ones being recruited to lead WMI forward in
their domination of professional wrestling!
[Pause for effect. Much of the crowd screams 'NO!", and so does Rick
Marley, and Tommy Ryder for that matter, although nobody really
notices.]
WC: And now ... once and for all, let's erase this soldier of fortune
from the pages of fate...
[Lumbering forward, Bill raises his horrid bludgeon, absolute evil
marring his already mutilated face, and he salivates... The man
literally, purposely drools just for the effect. Mercenary, if he's
convinced, looks defiant. If he's not convinced ... that look
probably means annoyance.]
WC: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
[Lunge! SWORD SWINGING!]
*CRACK!*
[Hits turnbuckle...]
WC: Psych.
[A microphone drops, Bill spins on his heel, and dives into the
collected mass of WMI! FACE POP!]
FH: That son of a bitch! He mind*BLEEPED* everybody in the ring!
*CRACK!*
*CRACK!*
*CRACK!*
*CRACK!*
*CRACK!*
*CRACK!*
*CRACK!*
CL: Craven swinging for the fences! Every WMI skull gets wood upside
it!
[It doesn't last, however, as Rick Marley himself, overcoming his fear
just long enough to preserve his own life, grabs Bill's wrist. The
other members of WMI quickly pile on, and Bill's ultimately restrained
by Marcus Manson and Xavier Feyr as the Made Men go back to work over
Merc and Ryder.]
FH: And that's what happens!
CL: Marley with a few choice words for Craven, who kicks, but can't
make contact with Marley. Marley laying in a few jabs here and there
... and now the man's got a chair...
*WHANG!*
*WHANG!*
*WHANG!*
*WHANG!*
*WHANG!*
*WHANG!*
[The chair conforms to Bill's skull, and he drops, momentarily
stunned. Suddenly there is a loud commotion amongst the crowd, a
mixture of cheering as well as expressions of confusion. Hurtling
down the wrestler's ramp like a bat out of hell is the man now known
to PVW as Sinister. He dons a pair of black and white Nike Air's, a
pair of black jeans and a short-sleeved, ribbed white shirt that forms
around his impressive physique rather easily. The look upon the dark-
completed man from Chicago is one of pure, unadulterated intent on
doing damage.
In his large right hand he carries a steel chair which appears to be a
child's toy swinging back and forth as his six-foot, ten-inch frame
glides smoothly towards the ring. He slides underneath the bottom
rope, leaps to his feet and searches for a body to wrap the steel
chair around as he eyeballs the scattering members of WMI. Sports'
Arenas have no place better to put random objects than under the ring,
so Xavier pulls out a 2 by 4 from under the ring that w as placed
there for no apparent reason. The Made Men intercept Feyr, as Marley
talks him down.
After a few moments Xavier reluctantly holds back, though he does not
relinquish the 2 by 4. As the members of WMI gather at the foot of
the ramp, Sinister motions for them to get back into the ring and with
a large smile upon his face, he holds the steel chair menacingly in
his hands and winds up like a baseball player. After a few swings, he
drops the steel chair and motions with both of his hands for WMI to
enter the ring. He takes a few steps backwards, quickly looks at
Ryder and Craven as they collect themselves and look at each other
with uncertainty. Sinister nods quickly to both men then motions for
a microphone. As WMI yells various choice words towards the men in the
ring, Sinister lifts the microphone to his lips]
Sin: "Isn't it funny how quickly you pathetic excuses for men leave
when the numbers game is a little more even?!"
[LOUD MIXED POP as Sinister's deep, mellifluous voice resonates
throughout the arena]
Sin: "What's the matter WMI, afraid of ONE man with a weapon in hand!?
What the hell, there are FIVE of you and oh, that was no problem was
it!? However, little ol' me shows up and boom! You scatter to the
wind like a bunch of kids that just saw the boogie man!"
[Another mixed pop, this one interlaced with cheers, jeers and
laughter. Manson and Feyr move towards the ring, but Marley and
Masterson place hands on their shoulders, saying something to them.
Manson stops, but continues to glare up at Sinister while Feyr just
nods, his eyes intense as he glares at the interloper.]
Sin: "Well listen up and listen good WMI. I have seen your type
countless times, beginning from when I used to get bullied as a kid up
until present day. I have NEVER stood for bullying, I have NEVER let
anyone get bullied as much as I could help, and yeah, believe me when
I say that I've been involved in the numbers game being an advantage
for me, but their sorry asses had it coming! The lot of you…
[Sinister points at each member of WMI]
... you DEFINITELY deserve what's coming to each and every one of
you!"
[HUGE FACE POP]
Sin: "I am NOT going to stand by and watch you try to take out good
people like these two men in the ring with me.
[GOOD SIZED POP]
These two are true men and they stand up to any and all challenges,
man to man, two on two, three on three or whatever. THAT is being a
real man WMI, not running around like a den of thieves or a pack of
hyenas, attacking people when they're not expecting it or when they're
hurt and down. You better believe that if I catch ANY of you simple
bastards slippin', you WILL be…DECIMATED!! SINISTER STYLE!!"
[With that being said, Sinister drops the microphone and thrusts his
thick right fist skyward, peering intently at the members of WMI as
they return the glare while backing up the ramp slowly. Just before
heading into the back, Marley mouths "You're dead men...each and
every one of you..." with a smirk before disappearing behind the
curtain.]
==============================================
CUT: JUNE 30TH - END GAME
MATCH: CALLED SHOT
==============================================
<<< DING DING >>>
CL: And eight men rush directly at Outlaw!
[Omnifly is the first one there as he begins to rain right hands into
the forehead of Outlaw. Outlaw staggers back into the ropes where
Omnifly grabs him by the arm and whips him to the far side ropes. As
Outlaw rebounds off of the ropes he is caught by Eric Williams with a
Drop Toe Hold and Larry Gionet follows up with an elbow to the small
of the back. Gibson Hayes stomps on the back of Outlaw's head before
pulling him up and whipping directly into a Mafia by Livestock. Outlaw
hits the ring with a thump and quickly rolls to the outside where Rick
Marley is sitting in his chair laughing at Outlaw. In a huff Outlaw
tosses a chair into the ring.]
CL: Outlaw rolls to the outside to collect his bearings ...
[The seven remaining men in the ring begin to fire away at one another
in a mess of bodies and arms flailing everywhere. Grissom and Gionet
literally back into each other while in the battle and turn to see
each other. Larry immediately smiles and takes a swing, beginning a
quick-paced punch-for-punch brawl. The two men trade seven rights
apiece before Grissom ducks a right from Larry and takes him to the
mat with a leg takedown. Shayne then takes Larry by the legs and
monkey-flips him toward the corner where Dragon Kid stands with the
chair that Outlaw threw into the ring. Dragon Kid leaps with a
Dropkick driving the chair into the face of Gionet.Dragon Kid looks at
Grissom and nods. The two men shake hands quickly as the fans erupt!
On the outside Outlaw looks over at Fred for a moment and then makes
his way to the announce table. Outlaw begins to scream at Fred, Hey
not Preston! My name is Outlaw not THE Outlaw ... you better get it
right! Fred looks perplexed for a moment at Chip as Outlaw begins to
grab a table and walks towards the aisle way with it. Outlaw sets up
the table and reaches under the ring grabbing another table as inside
the ring Dragon Kid is whipped to the far side rope by Omnifly. Before
Dragon Kid hits the ropes he is flattened with a stiff clothesline
from Livestock. Omnifly turns his attention towards Larry Gionet
pulling him to his feet and rocks him back a step with a right hand.
Omnifly pushes Gionet to the ropes and is joined by Williams, both men
double whip Gionet hard into the far side corner. Williams grabs
Omnifly and whips him at Gionet. Gionet side steps the charging
Omnifly and as he does so he rushes forward towards Williams. Williams
ducks the clothesline and Gionet catches Hayes unaware. Williams spins
around catching Gionet in the jaw with a right hand.]
FH: Umm why did Outlaw tell me his name Chip?
CL: Cause Preston's hobby was to screw it up.
FH: Oh ... well it's mayhem in the ring Chip. When I was a wrestler a
federation would never have a spectacle like this and try to pass it
off as a match.
CL: Well Fred, it's not 1960 anymore.
[On the outside Outlaw continues to move around tables as he now has
two stacked in the entrance way, as well as one set up between the
apron and guardrail and on the other side of the ring he has a ladder
set up laying across the apron and guardrail as well. Outlaw grabs a
ladder and slips in it into the ring under the bottom rope. Grissom is
whipped into the ropes near Outlaw and he grabs him by the foot
tripping him. Outlaw pulls Grissom out of the ring and drives him hard
into the ring apron ribs first. Outlaw slides the ladder into the
ring.]
FH: Doesn't he know that it would be better to climb the ladder when
there is no one else in the ring? What the hell is he doing?
[Outlaw has lifted the ladder over his head and placed his head
between two of the rungs. He takes a step forward and begins to spin
around.]
"____CRRRACCCKKK____"
"____CRRRACCCKKK____"
"____CRRRACCCKKK____"
"____CRRRACCCKKK____"
CL: GOOD LORD! OUTLAW HAS LEVELED GIONET, HAYES, OMNIFLY AND ERIC
WILLIAMS WITH THE LADDER!
FH: And here I was thinking that he couldn't get any dizzier!
CL: Outlaw just gave the ladder and Airplane Spin and in doing so
helped to knock down four of his opponents!
FH: Too bad he couldn't have knocked out Shayne Grissom.
CL: Why is that?
FH: Anyone who calls themselves Suga needs to be knocked out. I mean
come on the word is spelt S-U-G-A-R!
[Outlaw comes to a stop and removes the ladder from over his head. As
he does so he staggers a few steps before falling face first into the
ladder. Jaiden Andrews laughs as he slides to the outside grabbing a
chair. Marley continues to sit on the outside just watching the
action. Larry Gionet has rolled to the outside and is catching his
breath, Gibson Hayes has rolled underneath the ring rope where he
looks like he has just been shot, Omnifly and Williams both are
grabbing the bottom ropes trying to pull themselves to their feet.]
CL: We're not even five minutes into this match and bodies are all
over the ring! Larry Gionet is sliding back into the ring and Dragon
Kid meets him with a series of stiff stomps to the head!
FH: Do you think he is wearing a mask cause he was burned with acid?
CL: What?!?
FH: Just asking Chip ...
CL: Anyways, Dragon Kid has Gionet and whips him the far side rope!
[As Gionet rebounds Livestock catches him and drives him to the mat
with a vicious Bulldog. Livestock is quickly to his feet and rushes
forward catching Omnifly hard in the jaw with a running knee and sends
him crashing hard to the floor. Outlaw begins to get to his feet
slowly as Andrews has the chair in hand and just crushes Outlaw in the
skull with the steel chair!]
"____SSSMMMMAAASSSSHHH____"
CL: OUTLAW IS DOWN!
FH: And Andrews is using commonsense as he grabs Outlaw and tosses him
to the floor!
[Andrews turns around to fire a chair shot into the skull of Livestock
but Grissom catches him with a boot to the midsection causing Andrews
to drop the chair and double over. Grissom quickly locks in a front
chancery and drills Andrews hard into the mat with a DDT. Grissom to
his feet and sets up the chair between the fallen body of Andrews and
the ring ropes. Grissom rushes to the far side ropes rebounds off,
hops over Andrews, leaps onto the chair and onto the top rope ...]
*OUCH POP*
CL: GIBSON HAYES JUST SHOVED SHAYNE GRISSOM OFF OF THE TOP ROPE ONTO
THE GUARDRAIL!
FH: Head's up move by a classic wrestler there! That goof Grissom was
looking to be sweet like sugar but instead he wound up burnt!
CL: Marley is still sitting on the outside and collapsed on the floor
are Omnifly, Shayne Grissom and Outlaw. Omnifly appears to be leaning
up against the apron.
FH: Which still leaves a mess load of bodies in the ring.
[Six men Livestock, Williams, Hayes, Dragon Kid, Gionet are still on
their feet as Jaiden Andrews lays on his back after the DDT. Gionet
grabs the ladder as Livestock has grabbed Williams and tossed him into
the corner. Livestock is unloading rights and lefts but Williams is
doing a decent job of covering up as Gionet leans the ladder up
against the turnbuckles. Dragon Kid attempts to catch Gibson Hayes
with a Roundhouse Kick but Hayes steps back and quickly turns around
catching Gionet in the jaw with a Back Hand Slap. Gionet looks at
Hayes and winds up for a haymaker but Hayes pulls Dragon Kid in the
way and Dragon Kid is rocked by a devastating right hand from Gionet.]
CL: Grissom is sliding back into the ring as is Outlaw ...
[Outlaw is cut off though as Omnifly grabs Outlaw by the leg and pulls
him back to the floor. Omnifly whips Outlaw towards Rick Marley who
quickly stands as Outlaw tips over the chair!]
FH: Just a bit of inside information for the fans here tonight. Outlaw
was a hurdler in the Olympics before ...
CL: Wait you're telling me Outlaw was an Olympian?
FH: Yes he was Special Olympian, as you can tell his talent was
running straight through the huddles much like he did with that chair!
CL: ...
"___THHHWAAAAP____"
CL: Omnifly is suddenly limping on the outside.
FH: If I didn't know better I would say a gnome underneath the ring
apron just hit him ...
[Omnifly limps towards Outlaw and grabs him pulling him to his feet
and slaps him across the face as Marley just yells encouragement to
him. Without warning Larry Gionet comes crashing through the ropes and
crashes onto Outlaw and Omnifly. Inside the ring Dragon Kid has
grabbed the top rope and springboards over.]
CL: PLANCHA! And Dragon Kid just takes out Gionet, Outlaw and Omnifly!
[Marley wanting nothing to do with the carnage around him grabs Gionet
and quickly tosses him into the ring. Gionet is quickly to his feet
and steps back into Gibson Hayes. Gionet turns around as does Hayes,
Hayes is quicker though as he jabs his thumb into the eye of Gionet
and whips him hard into the ladder that Gionet had set up earlier.]
"_____THHHUUUDDDD____"
CL: Gionet hard into the ladder and Hayes is not taking advantage he
is sliding under the ropes ...
FH: And getting another ladder!
[Hayes lifts the ladder onto the ring apron and as he begins to push
it into the ring Andrews rushes forward and slides catching the ladder
with his boots and slamming it into the face of Gibson Hayes. Hayes
slams back hard into the guardrail. Andrews stands to his feet and
Shayne Grissom is there, grabbing his arm and attempts to whip him
hard into the corner. Andrews though is able to put on the breaks and
reverses the Irish Whip, Grissom gets whipped into the corner, but he
jumps to the second turnbuckle and leaps back at Andrews. Andrews
reacts to try and catch him, but Grissom ends up grabbing Andrews'
neck and whirling him down in a tornado DDT hard onto the mat! Grissom
looks around and sees on the outside Dragon Kid and Outlaw brawling.
Outlaw gains the upper hand and slams Dragon Kid hard onto the
concrete floor. Outlaw reaches under the ring apron and begins to pull
out a table. As he begins to set it up he drops down to one knee.]
CL: Outlaw loses his balance on the floor?!?!
FH: He's not that special Chip, I think something came out from under
the ring and whacked him in the back of the knee. He doesn't seem to
care though as he is once again setting up the table ...
CL: And Rick Marley is helping him.
[Livestock smirks as he watches Outlaw lose his footing on the
outside. He quickly turns his attention to Shayne Grissom and spins
him around, cutting him off from making it to the ladder laying on the
mat. Livestock whips Grissom into the corner and charges in after him
catching Grissom with a vicious clothesline. Livestock fires off three
right hands and sets back as if he is measuring Grissom, he rushes
forward but misses the back elbow as Grissom drops down and rolls
under the bottom rope. He then reaches and grabs Livestock's ankles,
pulling the Livestock to the mat with his legs on each side of the
ring post. He looks for approval ...]
*FACE POP*
[Grissom proceeds to yank back and rack Livestock hard into the ring
post. The crowd goes nuts as Grissom holds up one arm in triumph!
Meanwhile Gionet has staggered off of the ladder and has pulled Jaiden
Andrews to his feet. Andrew though quickly fires an European Uppercut
staggering Larry Gionet. Andrews quickly rushes forward catching
Gionet with a clothesline leveling him to the mat. Andrews grabs the
ladder and lifts it over his head and just drops it across Larry
Gionet.]
FH: That's a new use for the ladder!
CL: Shayne Grissom his slide into the ring again ... and misses a
leaping knee as Andrews just gets out of the way!
[Grissom lands on his feet and is caught with a vicious kick to the
leg by Jaiden Andrews. On the outside Gibson Hayes grabbed a hold of
Dragon Kid and lifts him into the air. He drops Dragon Kid leg first
onto the ladder which Outlaw set up earlier.]
FH: Gibson Hayes I want to say is looking for the Bounced Check Sling
Shot Suplex of his but the ladder is not giving him any momentum for
the slingshot.
CL: A second and a third time he drops the legs of Dragon Kid across
the metal ladder!
[Out of frustration Hayes pulls Dragon Kid into the air one more time
and just slams him hard into the ladder with a Front Lay-Out Suplex!
As Hayes turns around Eric Williams rushes forward and spears Hayes
backwards into the ladder that Dragon Kid is laying prone against.]
CL: And Williams catches Hayes off guard and just runs him right into
that ladder! Williams sliding into the ring as Omnifly and Outlaw
double suplex Rick Marley onto the floor. Marley helped Outlaw set up
a table and for his trouble he received a swift kick to the gut and
for some reason Omnifly decided to join Outlaw with the vertical
suplex.
FH: And that didn't help Omnifly either as Outlaw whips him hard into
the ring apron. Outlaw shoves Marley onto the table and he is now
pulling Omnifly up onto the apron!
CL: Williams is in the ring setting up the ladder under the briefcase!
FH: As he does that Andrews and Grissom are exchanging blows on the
other side of the ring .. .and Livestock is once again getting to his
feet ... wait Livestock is sliding to the floor and good god another
table!
CL: Livestock tossing that table into the ring and Williams has the
chair in hand!
"____TTTHHHHUUUUDDDD____"
FH: Have a seat Jaiden Andrews!
CL: Eric Williams just wrapped that chair around the head of Andrews
like it was a necklace!
FH: Chip, Outlaw has Omnifly and he is leaping off of the apron!
[Marley rolls off of the table a few moments before Outlaw drives
Omnifly through the table with his version of The RKO.]
CL: [BLEEP]CUTTER! OMNIFLY AND OUTLAW CRASH THROUGH THE TABLE!
FH: And Grissom tried to catch Williams with the Sugar Shock .. that
sounds like a cereal .. but Williams was able to toss Grissom into the
ropes and delivered one of the stiffest looking German Suplexes I have
ever seen. Grissom is on the mat like an accordion! Williams just
became my new favorite wrestler in the PVW. Look at Williams just
drives the heel of his boots hard into the ribs of Grissom.
CL: Grissom has taken a lot of punishment to those ribs so far this
match!
FH: He deserves it!
CL: Why?
FH: Cause I just don't like him!
[Livestock finishes setting up the table in the ring behind the ladder
which Williams set up earlier and him and Williams grab Grissom and
place him upon the table. Williams grabs the legs of Grissom holding
him on the table as Livestock climbs half way up the ladder and turns.
He leaps ..]
"____CCRRRAAAASSHHH____"
CL: LEG DROP THROUGH THE TABLE!
FH: And Williams taking full advantage as he just boots Livestock hard
in the jaw!
[Livestock glares at Williams and fires off a wild right hand
staggering Williams back. Livestock back to his feet and shoulder
tackles Williams to the mat. He mounts Williams and just begins to
rain rights and lefts down upon Williams. Williams tries to cover up
but is really ineffective as the larger Livestock continues his
assault. Livestock reaches behind him and grabs a piece of the table!]
FH: A piece of table to the face of Eric Williams! Williams is down
and Livestock is looking towards the ladder!
[On the outside Marley has dragged Outlaw to his feet.]
CL: Marley has Outlaw up and reaches into his boots ... HANDCUFFS!
RICK MARLEY HAS JUST HANDCUFFED OUTLAW TO THE BOTTOM ROPE!
[As Marley moves back towards Omnifly a figure slides out from under
the ring with a pipe in hand ...]
CL: THE GUTCH! THE GUTCH WAS UNDER THE RING!
FH: I told you it wasn't a gnome!
[The Gutch swings the pipe at Marley's head but Marley ducks under it
and catches Gutch with a boot to the gut. The Gutch though quickly
stands up and blocks the right hand from Marley, as the two men battle
on the outside Dragon Kid reaches under the ring where The Gutch was
and comes up holding his mask and screaming in pain.]
CL: My GOD! I think Dragon Kid was just maced!
FH: I hope that is what that liquid is dripping off of his mask!
[Livestock has slide outside the ring and is quickly by his partner's
side brawling with Marley. Gibson Hayes rushes over blind siding The
Gutch with a stiff elbow.]
CL: Marley and Livestock brawling as are The Gutch and Gibson Hayes! A
fan has poured water over the mask of the Dragon Kid and it looks like
a second fan is trying to help him get the mace out of his eyes as the
medical staff is rushing down to ring side.
FH: Not only that here comes security!
CL: Wait a minute! In the ring is Zeke Craven! And he is attempting to
climb the ladder!
FH: What the hell is going on here! I thought only one of the ten men
in this match could climb the ladder for the Called Shot!
[As Zeke Craven begins to very slowly climb the ladder, Omnifly slides
into the ring and grabs him by the back of his shirt. He looks up at
Zeke who looks down at him. Omnifly pulls Zeke down and he crashes
onto his butt in the ring. Omnifly glares at Zeke who slides under the
bottom rope as security continues to separate The Gutch from Marley
and Hayes. Omnifly quickly climbs the ladder but Eric Williams is to
his feet and climbs up behind him, catching Omnifly with a stiff elbow
to the back. Omnifly stops climbing and Williams reaches up grabbing
Omnifly with an inverted front chancery ...]
CL: INVERTED DDT! Williams drove Omnifly to the mat and he is up to
his once again climbing towards the clipboard.
[As the crowd cheers Williams on Livestock slides into the ring and
just rushes head long into the ladder knocking it out from underneath
Williams. Eric Williams tumbles from the ladder landing stomach first
across the top rope. Livestock grabs Williams off of the ropes and
presses him high into the air ...]
"____CCRRRRAAASSSSHHHH____"
CL: WILLIAMS PRESS SLAMMED THROUGH THE TABLE OUTSIDE THE RING!
FH: Williams can thank Outlaw for that who is still handcuffed to the
bottom rope.
CL: Livestock making his way up the ladder!
[AS Livestock approaches the top of the ladder Marley charges the back
side, hitting the ladder at a run.]
FH: Marley making his way up that ladder like a cat!
CL: And well he should he sat outside the ring most of the match!
[Marley does a front dive OVER the top of the ladder, catching
Livestock's legs on the way down and hitting a modified powerbomb to
the canvas below.]
FH: POWERBOMB FROM THE LADDER TO THE MAT!
CL: Livestock is down and Marley looks shaken as he slowly gets to his
feet.
FH: I'm lost Chip! Who's still alive in this match!
CL: Outlaw is handcuffed to the bottom rope, Williams down on the
outside, the medical staff is dealing with Dragon Kid at ringside,
Omnifly and Livestock are down in the ring. Marley is getting to his
feet, as Andrews seems to be struggling getting to his feet on the
outside. Gibson Hayes, Larry Gionet and Shayne Grissom are all sliding
into the ring.
[Gionet rushes at Marley who is quick to fire off his Casting Call
Superkick, but Gionet ducks it catching Marley in the gut with a knee.
Gionet quickly grabs Marley and lifts him into the air with a
Powerbomb, Grissom though Chop Blocks Gionet sending him crashing
backwards. Marley takes advantage by unloading rights and lefts into
the face of Gionet. Hayes grabs Grissom locking him in a front
chancery and powers him into the air ...]
FH: Hayes with a beautiful Delayed Vertical Brain Buster Suplex! You
might not know this Chip but that move looked a lot like the Purple
Poison! Tyrone Hayes' old move!
[Hayes looks towards the ladder and begins to make his way up it.
Marley finishes throwing a hard right hand into the jaw of Gionet and
sees Hayes climbing the ladder. Marley gets to his feet and begins to
climb up the other side of the ladder. On the outside Outlaw has
reached into his boot and pulls out a key and begins to undo the
handcuffs.]
FH: Well I'll be damned! He's not fully stupid! He had a universal key
in his boots and he is sliding into the ring going after Marley!
[Marley slams the head of Hayes into the top of ladder as Outlaw just
pulls Marley to the mat forcibly by both legs! He slams the head of
Marley into ladder causing it to sway back and forth as Hayes reaches
for the clipboard.]
FH: If Outlaw would stop slamming Marley's head into the Hayes could
end this match as he is a few inches from the clipboard!
[Jaiden Andrews is to his feet and springboards onto the top rope ...]
CL: SPRINGBOARD DROP KICK INTO THE LADDER! HAYES TUMBLES TO THE MAT!
FH: DAMN! HE DIDN'T PULL THAT CLIPBOARD DOWN WITH HIM!
[Outlaw whips Marley into the ropes, Marley grabs the top rope
stopping himself and smirking at Outlaw, Livestock though catches
Marley from the side with a clubbing elbow that sends him crashing to
the floor! Livestock turns and is met with a spear from Omnifly as
Outlaw is pulling the ladder up and slams it hard into the side of
Gibson Hayes.]
CL: This match has been absolutely insane! We have bodies everywhere!
FH: This isn't wrestling Chip! This is just a train wreck! Back in my
day this sort of ...
CL: Fred we don't have time for old war stories as the action just
continues!
* FACE POP*
[A batter and bruised Outlaw slowly begins to climb ladder. As he does
so the crowd boos feverishly as the Made Men begin to make their way
aisle way.]
FH: I told you the crowd hates the special Olympian!
[PVW security swarms the Made Men not allowing them to continue their
march to the ring. Suddenly The Mercenary, with the Haliburton in
hand, leaps over the guard rail and the arena is full of deafen boos.
He slides upon the ropes ...]
FH: Widow Makers Inc has arrived!
CL: Damn!
"___SMMMMAAACCCCKKKK___"
CL: And The Mercenary just slammed that Haliburton into the back of
Outlaw. And now The Mercenary is pulling Outlaw off of the ladder!
[The Mercenary spins Outlaw around and clasps his right hand around
the neck of Outlaw. Mercenary begins to push Outlaw towards the ropes,
where the ladder is still stretched out across the guardrail and ring
apron. Livestock has once again slid into the ring and is setting up a
table near the corner.]
"___THHHWAAAAAP___"
CL: MY GOD! OUTLAW WAS JUST CHOKESLAMMED ONTO THAT LADDER!
FH: Chip that ladder folded in half around Outlaw! I'm not sure that
he is going to be able to recover from that!
[Outlaw lays motionless on the ladder on the outside as The Mercenary
once again slides under the ropes and begins to exit through the
crowd. As he does so the Made Men smirk and begin to walk up the aisle
way away from the ring. Gibson Hayes is using the ring ropes to him
get back onto his feet as Livestock looks towards the ladder. Hayes
spins him around and connects with a right hand that staggers
Livestock. Hayes goes for another haymaker but Livestock ducks the
haymaker catching Hayes with a quick boot to the midsection. Hayes
doubles over and Livestock drives an uppercut driving him towards the
corner.]
FH: Widows Makers Inc has done their jobs!
CL: Damn them! The Widows Makers may have just ended Outlaw's dream of
the Called Shot but we still have action in the ring!
FH: We sure do Chip. Livestock lifting Gibson Hayes into the air,
looks like he is going for an atomic drop.
[Livestock though places Hayes onto the top turnbuckle so that he is
facing out towards the crowd. Livestock drives an elbow into the back
of Hayes and adjusts the table so that it is closer to the corner.
Livestock climbs to the top turnbuckle so that he is standing behind
Hayes on the top rope. Livestock hooks his legs around the top and
middle ropes; he grabs Hayes by the waist and powers him overhead with
a Release German Suplex ...]
"____CRRRRAAAASSSHHHH____"
CL: SPIDER SUPLEX THROUGH THE TABLE!
FH: Livestock avoided going through the table by perching himself to
the top rope ...
CL: Jaiden Andrews has gotten to his feet and is on the far side
turnbuckle with a chair in hand!
[Andrews leaps forward placing the chair in front of his feet.]
"____CRRRRAAAACCCCKKK____"
CL: COAST TO COAST DROPKICK WITH A CHAIR IN HAND!
FH: Livestock just had has head caved in with that chair and Jaiden is
getting to his feet.
* FACE POP *
CL: SUGAR SHOCK! I have no idea where Grissom came from but he just
decapitated Andrews with that Ace Crusher! Grissom pulls Andrews up
and tosses him over the top rope to the floor!
[As Grissom thrusts his arms into the air on the far side of the ring
Rick Marley has tossed two chairs into the ring and is setting them
up. Larry Gionet has slide back into the ring and spears Grissom to
the mat with a Double Leg Takedown.]
FH: Gionet is just brawling with Grissom on the mat and Omnifly has
returned to the ring!
CL: We haven't seen him in a long time Fred, I seriously thought
something was wrong with him.
FH: I think he was hiding under the ring!
[Omnifly quickly looks at the damage in the ring and with a sudden
rush of acceleration he begins the ascent up the ladder.]
* MIXED POP *
FH: Omnifly making his way up the ladder and Marley has turned his
attention to the ladder!
[Rick Marley quickly begins ascend the other side of the ladder.
Omnifly is waiting and unloads a right hand into the forehead of
Marley. Marley rocks back a few inches and Omnifly fires a second
right rocking Marley back again. Omnifly smirks and goes for another
right but Marley blocks it and fires a left hand into the jaw of
Omnifly. Gionet pulls Grissom to his feet; Grissom though quickly
ducks under the lock up attempt, spinning behind Gionet and locking on
a waist lock, Grissom powers Gionet over for a Released German Suplex
...]
CL: Omnifly is rocked but Marley nearly lost his balance there on the
ladder! Gionet lands on his feet from that attempted Released German
Suplex!
FH: Greco Roman Thumb to the Eye! Omnifly is blinded and Marley is
reaching into his left elbow pad!
CL: Salt! Salt to the eyes of Omnifly!
[Marley quickly reaches out, catching the blinded Omnifly and slaps on
a front facelock...he spins and jumps, hitting the Twist of Fate off
of the top of the ladder.]
CL: LIMELIGHT OFF OF THE LADDER! Omnifly is out!
[Gionet attempts to grab Grissom with a sleeper hold but Grissom
catches him with an elbow to the jaw. Grissom rushes forward to the
near side ropes and catches Gionet with a lariat leveling Grissom to
the mat.]
CL: Grissom may have caught the back of his head on a piece of that
table that Livestock put Hayes but it's hard to tell.
FH: Livestock is still out after that Dropkick Chair combination from
Jaiden Andrews, who is out on the outside!
CL: Hayes has rolling to the side of the ring and Williams is down on
the other side of the ring as well.
FH: It's been complete carnage here at End Games and the night is just
getting started!
CL: Dragon Kid is climbing the apron ...
FH: I'm stunned he can finally see after being sprayed by Zeke Craven
with mace earlier in the match.
[Rick Marley slowly gets to his feet as Dragon Kid springboards onto
the top rope and launches himself towards Marley with a Hurricanrana.]
FH: Marley catches Dragon Kid! And is holding him ...
"____THHHHUUUUDDDD____"
CL: MARLEY POWERBOMBED DRAGON KID THROUGH THE TWO CHAIRS HE HAD SET UP
EARLIER!
FH: And I thought he was going to use them to relax again.
CL: I think Rick Marley is at the point that he is out to win the
match Fred.
FH: About time. He could have done that like twenty minutes ago so
that I could be calling a wrestling match instead of this train wreck!
CL: And Larry Gionet is making his way up the ladder!
[As the crowd begins to roar Rick Marley turns and sees Larry Gionet
making his way up the ladder. Shayne Grissom is also getting back to
his feet and Gibson Hayes can be seen stirring under the ring ropes.
Marley makes his way up the other side of the ladder and the crowd
erupts as Gionet and Marley begin trading bombs on the top of the
ladder. The ladder slowly rocks side to side as the two men fight for
all the are worth on the ladder. Grissom grabs one of the ladders that
Dragon Kid was sent crashing through as Marley slams a right into
Gionet's jaw. Marley grabs Gionet by the head and smashes his head
right onto the top of the ladder. Gionet nearly loses his balance but
hangs onto the ladder with his left hand.]
"____SMMMAAAACCCKKK____"
CL: STEEL CHAIR TO THE BACK OF MARLEY!
FH: And they call this a wrestling match!
CL: MARLEY IS FALLING!
[Rick Marley falls back but his right leg gets caught in between two
rungs of the ladder and he hangs upside down on the ladder as Grissom
just drives the ladder into his stomach. Marley winces in pain as
Grissom pulls him free from the ladder. Marley lands in a heap as
Grissom climbs the ladder, Gionet has regained his balance and his
grabbing for the clipboard.]
CL: And Gionet is just a mere inch away from winning the Called Shot!
FH: He was a mere inch! Grissom just catches him with a staggering
left that rocks Gionet. Grissom reaching for the clipboard!
CL: And Gionet drills him with a right!
[The two men trade right after right as Gibson Hayes gets to his feet
and makes his way towards the ladder.]
CL: Both men are teetering on the ladder
* GASPING POP *
FH: GIBSON RED HAYES IS PUSHING THE LADDER!
[Both Grissom and Gionet look towards the direction that they are
falling and their eyes widen as they see the double stack of tables
...]
"____CRRRAAAACCCCCKKKK____"
"____CRRRAAAACCCCCKKKK____"
FH: OH MY GOD!
CL: Grissom and Gionet went off of the ladder over the top rope to the
floor!
FH: THEY WENT THROUGH TWO TABLES!
[Shayne Grissom and Larry Gionet lay in a heap on the floor covered
with broken table all around and over them. Gibson Hayes looks over
the top rope at the bodies of Grissom and Gionet and just nods his
head for a brief moment before grabbing the ladder and once again
setting it up under the clipboard. Dragon Kid grabs Hayes by the leg
but receives a stiff boot to the skull for his efforts. This moment of
hesitation though allows Omnifly to once again get back to his feet.
Hayes begins to climb the ladder but Omnifly grabs him spinning him
around and connect with a boot to the midsection. Omnifly double under
hooks both arms; as Omnifly hooks the arms Rick Marley gets to his
feet and Livestock begins to shake his head as Jaiden Andrews reaches
up grabbing the ring apron ...]
CL: Eagle Claw! The Eagle Claw DDT on Gibson Hayes!
FH: Hayes is down! Livestock and Andrews both moving, Marley to his
feet, Dragon Kid rolling around like a fish out of water holding his
head!
[As Omnifly turns towards the ladder ...]
CL: CASTING CALL! Marley with his Super Kick sending Omnifly to the
mat!
FH: Marley climbing that ladder one more time!
[Jaiden Andrews and Eric Williams both slide under the bottom rope
into the ring. Williams still visibly shaken after falling from the
ladder to the floor, but he slowly gets to his feet. He looks at
Andrews who is to his feet and then looks towards the ladder where
Rick Marley is reaching for the clipboard! Andrews grabs a nearby
chunk of table.]
CL: Marley has the clipboard in hand but he staggers!
FH: Of course he staggers! Jaiden Andrews just threw a piece of the
table at him!
[Andrews attempts to climb the ladder behind Marley but is met with a
stiff kick by Rick Marley. Marley again fires a boot into the skull of
Andrews who staggers back a few steps. Andrews reaches and catches the
leg of Marley and tries to pull him down but Marley is able to wrench
his leg free.]
FH: Marley holding onto the ladder like it's the mother of his child!
CL: Ummm .... Livestock is up and he spins Andrews around!
[A quick boot to the gut and Jaiden Andrews is lifted into the air
with a Powerbomb motion.]
CL: HANGMAN'S GAMBIT! Livestock lifted Andrews up with that Powerbomb
and fell backwards hotshotting the throat of Andrews across the top
rope.
[Marley looks towards the clipboard and then looks down at Livestock,
who is once again getting to his feet. Hayes also getting to his feet
as is Eric Williams. Hayes pulls Williams to his feet and whips him
hard into Livestock who catches him and drives him to the mat with a
vicious Powerslam. Livestock quickly to his feet ...]
FH: Discus Punch! Hayes with the Discus Punch to the face of
Livestock.
[An angered look appears across the face of Livestock and he grabs
Hayes and whips him into the corner. Marley looks down and smirks and
once again reaches for the clipboard.]
FH: Hayes learning the hard way that you don't hit the face of
Livestock as Livestock is just assaulting him in the corner with
rights, left and now stomps to the chest!
CL: Livestock isn't paying attention as Marley is reaching for the
clipboard ...
FH: Livestock needs Craven there with him. He's just pummeling Hayes
but he's forgotten about the prize!
* FACE POP *
CL: DRAGON KID WITH A DROP KICK TO THE LADDER!
[The ladder begins to topple to the mat and with it Rick Marley.]
"____THHHUUUDDDDD____"
CL: The ladder is down! Marley is down!
FH: Wait Marley is holding his hand in the air ... HE HAS THE CLIP
BOARD! MARLEY HAS WON THE CALLED SHOT!
CL: The Widowmakers Inc really has power now!
FH: Damn right they do.
CL: Look at the carnage adn the chaos around us inside that ring.
These ten warriors put their bodies on the line and Rick Marley found
a way to grab that clipboard.
FH: Was there ever any doubt?
CL: Quite a few times actually.
FH: Rookie.
CL: Put one in the record books for Widowmakers Inc. They declared
tonight was going to be their night and in the first match Rick Marley
was able to deliver.
FH: Like I said Chip there was never any doubt.
[We cut back to the studio set.]
DH: The Widowmakers are as strong as ever. With Marcus Manson and
Xavier Feyr behind Rick Marley and the Made Men this devistating
stable looks to finish William Craven and his allies. Not to mention
Rick Marley still holds the keys to that coveted Called Shot where he
has until End Game 2009 to cash it in.
[The PVW logo that sits on the big plasma screen explodes and in it's
place stands the SSN logo alone.]
DH: 2008 wasn't all roses for PVW. There was a few months where it
appeared the rising phoenix was about to be burried under the ashes
once again.
==============================================
CUT: NOVEMBER 11TH - TRADITION II
SSN IS IN POWER
==============================================
[The camera slowly comes into focus, as it does so it reveals a wooden
door with a golden nameplate upon it; the name plate reads Executive
Suite. As the cameraman’s hand reaches forward to open the door, the
door is suddenly pulled open. Standing before the camera is a tall red
haired woman, she is wearing a black suit jacket with a pale yellow
camisole underneath it as well as a skirt that falls just above her
knees. She smiles for a moment and turns away from the camera.]
Woman: Sir, the camera is finally here.
[A familiar sounding voice speaks.]
Voice: Only ten minutes late ... that sort of thing may have worked
under Willingham ... after this interview is finished hand him his
pink slip Victoria.
[Victoria turns back to the cameraman and looks at him for a brief
moment, a slight look of amusement upon her face as she turns back.]
Victoria: Sir, he’s an intern and doesn't even receive a paycheck.
Voice: [sigh] Please do not bother me with trivial details. Just make
sure he receives his pink slip and never appears in any building I am
in again.
[The camera drops for a brief moment before Victoria begins to usher
it into the room. A figure slowly begins to rise from the black
leather couch, which has an amazing view of the arena down below. The
figure slowly turns to face camera ... Christopher Michaelson stands
before the camera a smile upon his face as he just stares into the
camera for a few moments.]
CM: Take in the view my faithful, take it in and savor it. You see
tonight is not October 31st, and you are not looking at a ghost. No
you are once again graced with the presence of the one and only
Christopher Michaelson, the golden light of the PVW has returned!
[Michaelson finishes buttoning the top two buttons of his black pin
stripe suit as he continues to speak.]
CM: Yes, finally the Golden One has returned to the cesspool that once
banished him overseas! But the days of living out of a suitcase and
stuffing raw fish down my throat are over! You see Strickland Sports
Network, did what Dex Willingham was too blind and too stupid to do.
They brought back the Golden One and did they bring back the Golden
One with style. You see my faithful; I stand before you as the
Strickland Sports appointed Commissioner of the PVW.
[Michaelson pauses allowing that last fact to hit home.]
CM: Yes, the Commissioner of the PVW ... it has a nice ring to it does
it not. What that means for my faithful, devoted followers is once
again Christopher Michaelson is upon your television screens. No
longer do you need to pay extra to see the great one ... no, now with
Christopher Michaelson and SSN in charge of PVW you get to see the PVW
in PRIME TIME! Let me repeat that PRIME TIME!
[Christopher pauses with a smirk upon his face.]
CM: You see ladies and gentlemen, SSN saved Dex Willingham and his
PVW. You see Dex was not a smart business man and a number of his
decisions cost PVW dearly ... they cost PVW their time slot, their
insurance and of course some of the PVW faithful. But fret not a new
era of the PVW arises from the ashes that Dex Willingham created. Yes
I said a new era ... you see your beloved Phoenix will not be rising
in the bingo halls or the armories of the United States ... no; the
new PVW will be a true worldwide wrestling federation back by money
lots and lots of money. The talent of the PVW will not have to worry
about whether or not their paychecks will bounce this week or if they
will even receive their paycheck. Now the PVW talent will enjoy the
comfort of first class... They will fill their stomachs with room
service ... Mr. Strickland offers his employees the best and in
return he demands their best. What does this mean for you?
[Once again Christopher Michaelson pauses. This time though he turns
to look out through the Executive Suite window looking down upon the
Chiles Center, he motions for the camera to follow him and the camera
pans the now packed Chiles Center.]
CM: Bigger arenas, worldwide coverage, and more importantly true
athletes, true wrestling stars! No longer will you see some of the
familiar PVW faces you were so accustomed to; for you see they just
were not Strickland Sports Network material ... they were just
glorified garbage wrestlers Dex hired to flush out a roster.
[Christopher Michaelson turns towards the camera.]
However this is far more information than you great fans need to know.
With SSN’s backing and my guidance ... the new PVW ERA IS BORN!
[Christopher Michaelson smiles as all slowly fades to black ...]
DH: Some have called SSN's interaction saving the company while others
have blamed the SSN pro faction in being responsible for PVW's issues
in the first place. Either way there was one match that was the start
to SSN's ratings boost against Dex Willingham's traditional wrestling
vison.
==============================================
CUT: MAY 30TH - HEATWAVE
MATCH: SPECTRE v. COLE
==============================================
<<< DING DING >>>
[And we're underway!
But neither man makes a move.]
CL: Neither of these two wants the onus of losing the staredown.
They're here to do more than test their bodies against one another.
They are matching _wills_!
PW: Uhm... this is getting uncomfortable.
[Indeed it is, but both men are holding their ground, completely
unwilling to defer to the other.
In fact, it's almost a Providential act that breaks up the stalemate,
as Duke Martin (whom you would think has the easiest job of the night)
nervously moves around both men. He almost trips over the strap, and
so has to pull it off of his foot.
Both men feel the tug of the strap, and both immediately assume the
other man is trying to reel it in to get the first control of the
match's primary weapon. So both start grabbing for leather, pulling
in as much strap as they can. They meet in the middle, and again lock
eyes...]
CL: Uh, oh! They both thought the other was taking the strap, and now
they're in a tug of war!
[...but this time, both men simultaneously launch crushing punches,
connecting with the other man's face! And the donnybrook is on, to
the approval of the crowd.]
PW: They're throwing down now, Chip!
CL: Two monsters colliding in the center of the ring with a flurry of
blows, that leather strap wrapped around two fists as each man trades
rights and lefts... Spectre a little faster with his shots, doubling
up on each one of Coles’ own shots and forcing the Outcast to the
ropes! There’s the irish whip, and he ducks for back body drop...
PW: No! Too soon!
[Cole puts on the breaks, snatches a length of strap and swings it
down across the back! The crowd gasps at the stinging sound that
brings Spectre to one knee... another crack of the whip brings the
goth to his feet and he spins to face Cole, and gets a crack across
the top of his head!]
CL: Cole pulls the strap tight around the neck, forcing Spectre to his
feet... he hauls him around the ring and drives him HARD into the
corner! Shoulder to the gut! Another one!
PW: Cole doubles Spectre over... he pulls the hair up and... oh that’s
disgusting!
[The crowd gives a disgusted gasp as Cole leans in and licks the back
of Spectre’s neck with a strange gleam in his eyes... he rises and
CRACKS that looped leather across the back of the Goths wet neck! The
goth drops to one knee... and Cole wrenches his back and SPITS in his
face!]
PW: And here I thought it'd be Spectre who got aroused by the leather
strap... yeesh.
CL: Cole is trying to send a message, but I wonder if that doesn't
play into Spectre's hands. That's what he WANTS from Cole: savagery.
Cole wrapping the strap around Spectre's neck, and snapmaring him
down! OH! That's painful...
[Cole has Spectre on his back, with the strap wrapped around his neck.
He has a foot in Spectre's asophagus, and is pulling up. That's like
a choke, but instead of choking, it's trying to break Spectre's neck!]
PW: Oh, man! He does mean business, Chip, you break a man's neck that
way!
CL: I'm sure that's the idea. Spectre grabbing the right foot of
Cole, and twists... drags the Monster down to the mat!
PW: Look, I know that's Rob Cole's nickname, but they're both monsters
in there. Let's stick to the names, okay?
CL: Spectre has a front facelock hooked in, and you know the only
reason he'd use a move like this is to get control of a man to do
something nasty.
PW: Also to choke.
CL: Yes, that too.
[Spectre comes up on top of Cole, knees him in the face, and thus both
men get to standing. The Gothic warrior boots Cole in the ribs, wraps
the strap around his neck, and twists him violently to the mat!]
CL: SWINGING NECKBREAKER USING THE STRAP! And right into a choke!
PW: He's choking him with the strap and kneeing him in the ribs at the
same time. Now that's effeciency.
CL: Cole trying to fight back from his back, as Spectre is on top of
him. Thumb to the eye breaks that up, and the two men brawling on the
canvas now! Rights and lefts by both of them! Cole surging up to his
feet...
[As Rob rises, Spectre peppers him with some jabs. Cole answers one
big looping punch for every three jabs, and when the Monster retakes
his feet, he uncorks a big roundhouse right that floors the Spectre!
Spectre rolls to his feet, immediately, and grabs for some leather...
but Cole has had the chance to do the same!]
PW: OW! They both had the same idea! They whipped each other!
CL: And again! Each man with half the strap, and they are laying into
it!
PW: Ugh! It's another test of wills, is what it is! Who will break
down first?
[The fans roar with each shot, as these two attack each other with the
strap! Angry red welts rise up, as both men's shirts have been torn
under this onslaught. And there is a brief pause... with they both
seize upon!]
CL: Cole launches a stiff forearm...
PW: ...BUT SPECTRE POWERED THROUGH IT, BABY!
CL: Overhead belly-to-belly, and he got the larger man over with ease!
Spectre with a HUGE grin on his face, and if he loves pain, he has to
be loving this match. It's all about pain!
PW: Yeah, but pain motivates Cole. He don't like it, but it makes him
stronger!
CL: What's Spectre doing now? He's using the strap to tie Cole's feet
together!
PW: Oh, man! I knew he was into this sort of thing. But I didn't
think he'd do this in a MATCH!
CL: Whatever train of thought you were on, Putter, please jump the
track now.
PW: I'll tell you who's about to jump a track, Chip! Look what
Spectre's doing!
CL: Picking up Cole... OVER THE TOP ROPE! Spectre threw Cole out like
a garbage bag, and with his ankles tied together!
[Spectre slides under the bottom rope after Cole, heedless of the fact
that this means the connecting strap between them is hung up in the
ring ropes... one end over the top and the other under the bottom
rope. And this seems to be the idea... Spectre pulls on his end of
the strap, and Cole's body lifts off of the floor! His feet are
lifted, causing his upper body to be the only part of Cole touching
the ground.]
PW: He's raising Cole like a flag, Chip! And I don't see anyone
saluting!
CL: What a tactic! Rob Cole is wide open, with no way to defend
himself! And the Spectre is whaling on him! Boot after boot!
[Spectre stomps and stomps at Cole's face like a man possessed. Each
stomp bounces the Monster's head into the concrete floor, dribbling it
like a basketball! The fans boo mightily, but there's seemingly
nothing Cole can do about it.]
PW: This has got to crack open Cole's skull like an egg!
CL: Spectre backing up... and DRIVING the knee down into the head! A
crushing blow, and the Spectre can't be counted out here, so there's
nothing forcing him to stop.
PW: Well, Cole just got his feet untied, so that'll help. I can't
believe that didn't bust him open.
CL: The Spectre rolls into the ring, and I have to say that I am
surprised that he is breaking off the attack! What is he up to?
[Why, removing the turnbuckle pad, of course. Spectre wastes little
time in ripping the padding off of the top turnbuckle in the nearest
corner... and then repeating the process on the second turnbuckle!]
PW: Huh? Why is he doing THAT?
CL: I've rarely seen anyone remove the padding from the second
turnbuckle, but he won't get further as Cole is up on the apron. Cole
hits him with a hard shot to the face. And another. And another!
PW: He's not even bothering to get back in the ring, he's just beating
him up from the apron!
[Spectre staggers... and then shoves his enemy. Cole clutches the top
rope with both hands to keep from going back first to the floor...
which is exactly what Spectre wanted. He yanks on the top rope,
catapulting Cole into the ring the hard way!]
PW: Ha ha! Brilliant!
CL: Spectre is treacherous and deadly, we all know that. As is his
opponent, so he needs to control the match. Spectre lifting Cole,
waistlock...
CL: ...BRILLIANT SIDE WAISTLOCK SUPLEX! He drove Cole almost onto his
head, and now the Spectre is in complete control!
PW: It won't take many more shots like that, Chip. Not even Cole is
THAT tough.
CL: Spectre hoists Rob Cole up... Irish-Whip... INTO THE EXPOSED
STEEL! Spectre sent him to the corner in which he removed the
turnbuckles, and Cole is reeling!
PW: Even more now! Spectre followed up with a clothesline!
[Cole slumps into the corner, in a seated position. His head rests on
the second turnbuckle, which is also now exposed. Spectre runs back
to the opposite corner, dashes stright at Cole... and the resulting
THUNK of metal against bone echoes throughout the arena! The fans
react with a huge mixed pop for the vicious, vicious blow, as Spectre
crushes Cole's head with a running knee that slams the back of his
head into the exposed steel!]
CL: GOOD GRIEF! THAT HAS GOT TO BE A CONCUSSION!
PW: If not a fractured skull!
CL: LOOK AT THAT!
[Rob Cole is now busted open... in the BACK of the head! Spectre sees
this and gleefully commences biting the wound. He rides Cole to the
canvas, biting the whole time.]
PW: Well, I've never seen a jawlock takedown, or whatever you want to
call that bizarre cross between wrestling and cannibalism.
CL: It's savagery, but we expected that coming in. Cole may be
seriously injured... but he's fighting! Elbow, and a sitout-go
behind... right to a rabbit punch on the Spectre! Cole getting up...
uh oh.
[As Cole gets to his feet, he sees the blood on Spectre's lips. This
prompts him to check the back of his head... and he does not like what
he finds. His anger level shoots even higher.]
CL: Rob Cole exploding into an offensive flurry! Knee, right, left,
knee, elbow, left, right, chop, knee... what an attack! Right, left,
knee, headbutt!
PW: You'd have to be dumb as a brick to use a headbutt right now.
CL: I disagree, but Cole's anger got the better of him! He is hurt!
His own headbutt stopped him cold, and Spectre is firing back! Body
shots doubling Cole over, and a big clubbing double axehandle to the
back of the head drops Cole to a knee! And then he grabs the hair and
spikes him, back first to the canvas! But look at Spectre... there is
a tiny dribble of blood on his own forehead.
PW: Are you joking? That's barely a scratch. And with how short that
offense lasted? Cole may be finished.
CL: Spectre seems to think so too! He looks almost disgusted, as he
picks up Cole... WHO ERUPTS INTO AN INVERTED ATOMIC DROP! AND
ANOTHER! AND ANOTHER!
PW: Ow, ow, and OW! Repeated inverted atomic drops!
CL: And a big clothesline levels the Spectre at the end of that
series! Cole has the strap in hand now...
PW: ACROSS THE EYES, CHIP! He tried to blind him for life!
CL: Rob Cole can go into the gutter with the worst of them, and now
he's coiling up the strap. I have no idea why, but Spectre is
momentarily... we hope... blinded!
[Once he has coiled some strap around his thumb, Rob Cole steps in
short and snatches a gutwrench, hoisting Spectre up and over with a
pop of his hips... and goes into a side mount, but immediately fish-
hooks the eye socket! He grabs a handful of hair for further leverage
and DRIVES his knee into the side of Spectre's skull! Immediately, he
rises and does it again! And AGAIN! The crowd is on their feet as
Cole hauls the gothic brawler to a seated position, keeping his finger
fishooked beneath the brow; kneeling behind him.]
CL: Rob Cole fish-hooking the eyesocket... and now with another
fishook at the mouth and he grinds the back of the skull against his
knee, stretching the face of Spectre! He might be trying to tear off
the gothic star's face!
PW: I don't put it past Cole at all... he's been crazy since getting
smacked up by Spectre a few weeks back, and this is just sickening!
He really is going down into the gutter just like you said!
CL: Since getting smacked by Spectre? I don’t think he was exactly
/sane/ before that moment.
PW: Me neither.
CL: And with what Spectre has done in this match, with no
disqualification, I'm not passing judgement on him for it.
[Cole releases one of the fish-hooks and wraps the strap around the
face, looping it over the mouth so it resembles a bridle as he
wrenches back with first one hand and then the next as he releases the
eye socket!]
CL: Rob Cole cinching back on this modified chinlock...
PW: Chin?! He's bridling Spectre with that leather strap... someone
has to do something to stop him!
[Rob Cole leans back, and starts to laugh maniacally... he shakes his
head, his blood-matted hair flying every which way as the laughter
erupts from his chest. He finally shoves Spectre to the mat, and
stands above him, smiling.]
CL: Rob Cole living up to his reputation the Monster Beneath the Bed
tonight, as the Spectre has wounded him and he has responded!
PW: What’s he doing with the leather strap?
[Cole extends the loop of leather he had twisted and wrapped around
his thumb as he stares down at Spectre... as the other man finally
manages to crawl to his knees, Cole steps quickly to the side and
snaps the coiled lengths of strap around the goths’ face and cinches
it tight with another knee to the back of the skull! The crowd gives
a bloodthirsty roar!]
CL: GOOD GOD! HE’S SAWING THE TWISTED LEATHER AROUND THE SKULL OF
SPECTRE!
PW: It’s like... he created some sort of spiral, like a drill... the
edges of the strap are sawing at that small cut on the Spectre's head!
It's not gonna be small for long!
[Cole continues to saw, the referee taking a few steps back with his
mouth open in shock as blood begins to dribble from the shortly opened
gash across the forehead of Spectre! Coles’ own eyes alight with joy
as he sees the crimson flow begin.]
CL: Spectre now bleeding from the front of the head, Cole from the
back of the head...
CL: ...and these strap shots to the forehead of Spectre are not doing
him any favors!
PW: He's smiling. I mean, we KNEW he'd be smiling. But... I will
never, ever get used to that!
CL: Spectre smiling from taking the pain, or Cole smiling from dishing
it?
PW: Both!
CL: Cole picking up Spectre... and runs HIM into the exposed buckle!
Spectre taking a taste of his own medicine, and it is not to his
liking!
PW: Oh, I think it is. Remember why he wanted Cole in the first
place!
[Cole maneuvers the strapped hand of the Spectre across his neck, and
applies a Cobra Clutch... but instead of pulling on Spectre's wrist,
he pulls on the strap... wrapping it around Spectre's neck!]
CL: LOOK AT THIS! Cobra Clutch chokeout with the strap!
PW: This is the kind of move that can beat the Spectre, Chip! It
don't matter how much pain you like if you're out!
CL: Cole is leaning on him, trying to bring his weight advantage to
bear! Spectre turning into the move... unloads on the midsection!
[The Spectre has, indeed, bent over and moved to the side, to expose
Cole's midsection to attack. He proceeds to punch him in the gut
eight times in rapid succession.]
PW: Ow! He's firing like a piston in there!
CL: That will have to loosen Cole's grip!
[It does, as the Spectre forces his trapped hand out a bit, giving him
breathing room despite the strap still being wrapped all the way
around. Spectre uses his free arm to get a loop of strap, and wrap it
around Cole's neck.]
CL: They are both choking each other now!
PW: Another test of wills! These two won't stop!
[Cole angrily abandons the Clutch in favor of a more conventional
choke, as Spectre's trapped arm is now only serving to keep the strap
off of his throat. Spectre quickly brings that arm to his forehead,
and wipes the blood off... and then rakes Cole's eyes with it to the
disgusted boos of the fans!]
CL: AUGH! He... I CAN'T BELIEVE HE JUST DID THAT!
PW: I'm telling you! You make Spectre bleed, and he will use his own
blood to kick your ass! Now that's what I call dangerous!
CL: The Spectre used his own blood to bling Cole, and now he's
securing the strap around Cole's neck... OH, NO!
[The demonic Spectre Irish-Whips Cole using the strap around his
neck... but with a sickening snap, he JERKS back hard on the strap!
The lower half of Cole's body goes right out from under him as his
neck is nearly snapped in two!]
PW: HE BROKE HIS NECK!
CL: IS HE MOVING?! IS ROB COLE MOVING?!
[The announcers are silent for a moment before it becomes apparent
that yes, Cole is moving. His legs are thrashing about, albeit
weakly. Spectre executes a couple of strap-assisted fistdrops in the
meanwhile.]
CL: I am sure that the Spectre just attempted to break Cole's neck!
Again, we had to expect this in this type of match, but to see it
happen makes my stomach churn and my skin crawl!
PW: Thanks for the heads-up, I'll get you a puke bag so you don't use
my jacket. Because If Spectre TRYING to kill Cole sickens you, what
will you do when he succeeds? There's no time limit, no
disqualification... he doesn't have to stop! Ever!
CL: Thanks for the visual.
[Spectre continues to rain down the attacks... punches and kicks, and
even an elbow drop. Cole crawls toawrds the ropes, weathering these
blows as best he can, but he's clearly hurt. Spectre rips the last
tattered remnant of Cole's shirt off, and returns to the use of the
strap.]
[* T H W A C K ! * ]
PW: No place left for the Outcast to crawl... no place to run... these
two are connected at the wrist, and Spectre is taking firm advantage
to whip the years of advantage out of the Outcast!
CL: Both men have drawn blood tonight! Spectre stalking his prey,
trapping Cole in the corner... and he starts gnawing at Coles’ skull
once again... WAIT! COLE WITH A MOUTHFUL OF WRIST!
[Both men bite ravenously, and the referee eventually pulls them off
one another... each man having drawn blood from the other as they wipe
their mouths. Spectre moves in, but Cole blocks the fist and launches
in with a bite to the already bleeding forehead! The referee tries to
pull him away and both men stagger to the center of the ring.]
PW: They’re like rabid beasts in there! Spectre just opened the
FRONT of Cole's head, and Cole just opened Spectre's wrist! And if he
had gotten those two arteries under the wrist instead of the back of
it... I think that's what he was going for, Chip!
CL: In THIS match? Against THIS man? Can I blame him?! And Cole
with a double leg takedown! He immediately starts to rain down blows
on Spectre... who reverses their positions and starts raining down
shots on Cole!
[The crowd roars as Cole loops the strap around the back of Spectres
head... and yanks him down into a snapped headbutt! He reverses their
positions and yanks the strap up as he delivers a headbutt down! Then
Cole yanks the cord up again, driving down a second headbutt.. and he
immediately starts to twist the leather around his fist!]
PW: Concussion or no, Cole is using that headbutt, and I think he'll
drop some IQ points after this is over. Heck, he probably dropped
some IQ points signing up for it!
CL: POUNDING AWAY! That leather-wrapped fist is like a knuckle-
duster. More damaging than a normal punch by far!
PW: Neither man is fully human. I refuse to believe that human beings
can do this to one another... GOOD LORD! He’s grinding that wrapped
fist against the open wound, using the edges of that strap to open up
that gash further!
[The Spectre rolls away from this, and attempts to get some distance
to clear the blood from his eyes, but Cole jerks on the strap, sending
an unbalanced (in more ways than one) Spectre teetering right back
within range of a big roundhouse right. Spectre staggers crazily
across the ring, clearly dazed, but Cole yanks him right back in using
the strap and smashes him again! Another time Spectre stumbles across
the ring, and again Cole uses the strap to reel him in and deck him,
this time flattening the Gothic fighter clean out.]
CL: Rob Cole playing human tetherball with the Spectre, and the
momentum has completely done a 180-degree turn! Cole hopping up on
the second rope... OH MY!
[The Monster Beneath The Bed jumps off into a short version of the
rolling Senton Bomb he sometimes uses, but instead of landing on the
chest... he lands on Spectre's HEAD.]
PW: I'm not sure which one of them hurt more from that one! There's a
reason people don't senton the biggest bone on a person's body.
CL: Cole using the second rope so to reduce the chances of getting
yanked down by the strap! And now he picks the Spectre up, and blasts
him again with the knuckle-duster like wrapped fist! Spectre to a
knee... and rebounds back with a lunging headbutt to the ribcage!
PW: He might have knocked the wind out of him! That surprised Cole!
CL: Spectre taking the opportunity to rush him... AND THEY BOTH GO
OVER THE TOP!
[The ghoulish Spectre launched a clothesline that sent both he and
Cole tumbling over the top rope, in the style of Cactus Jack. Both of
them now lay on the floor stunned, bleeding, and dazed, as the fans
rally behind Cole to get up.]
CL: Ladies and gentlemen... this match is taking us straight to the
depths of hell as these men continue to tear each other apart in a
game of one-upmanship in violence!
PW: Spectre outside the ring with Rob Cole... this is a dangerous
situation! Look, if they come anywhere near here, I am bailing out.
CL: Good idea. They're up, and both men trading blows back and forth,
and Rob Cole with a knee lift to the gut! He hooks the back of the
neck... and drives the Goth face first into the ring post!
PW: Someone has to stop this maniac before he hurts the Spectre!
CL: But just a moment ago, you were...
PW: Yeah, but I didn't really think Cole could DO it then!
[Cole rears back with the Goth again, and drives him face first into
the ring post one more time! As Spectre slumps to the ring steps,
Cole snatches another length of loose strap and loops enough for
decent length... and SNAPS the whip across the skull of his enemy!
Spectre clutches at his skull, and his knuckles get the sting from the
next crack of leather! ]
PW: Stop him!
CL: There's no stopping Cole tonight... He takes that length and loops
it under the face... and cinches it tight, his foot in the base of
Spectre skull as the Outcast yanks back on the strap, choking the life
out of the Gothic superstar!
[The crowd roars their approval as Cole leans back on one foot, his
muscles cording as Spectre begins to turn purple, the blood pulsing
from his open head wound... and suddenly launches forward as Cole
releases the strap, SMASHING Spectre’s skull into the steel steps!]
CL: Cole throws the Spectre back into the ring, and enters in after
him. Cole winds up... big soccer kick to the ribs! And a knee drop
to that bleeding gash on the head!
PW: Both guys are covered in the blood of... well, both guys. This is
pretty sick.
CL: Understatement much? Cole picks up Spectre... looks like a suplex
attempt, maybe his snap suplex... BLOCK! Spectre blocked it, and
hooks underneath... RELEASE NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX!
PW: Oh, that didn't have the big THUD that his early suplexes had,
Chip. More like a wet THUNK, but still, he's weakened!
CL: Both men down! And both slow to get up!
[Spectre rushes up first, his inhuman pain tolerance showing as he
shakes it off. Unfortunately, he got up too fast, and a bout of
vertigo sends him back to a knee... Cole is the first one to make it
to his feet and stay there. Cole launches a boot to the gut as
Spectre finally rises, to which the Gothic monstrosity responds with a
go-behind... wrapping the leather strap around Cole's eyes as he
goes!]
PW: Brilliant! He's blindfolded Cole, who's trying to pull the strap
off... and can't defend himself from this!
[Using one hand to pull strap over Cole's eyes, Spectre uses his other
hand to pund on the gash in the back of Cole's head. He then buries a
knee into Cole's back, staggering him forward. He follows that up by
taking an end of the blindfold-area strap in each hand, and sawing
back and forth with it! The crowd boos, though the sadists are
cheering that one.]
CL: SICKENING!
PW: Hey, Cole tried to blind him earlier! And he sawed his flesh
earlier! Double payback!
CL: Doubly sick. Cole struggling to get out, and the Spectre leads
him right into a corner... and kicks him right into it! Spectre drops
the strap and is unloading on Cole in the corner! Body punch after
body punch...
PW: I know where this leads!
CL: Spinning backfist into the corner... FATA MORGANA! THE SPECTRE
HIT THE FATA MORGANA, AND THIS COULD DO IT!
PW: In one motion, the backfist sets up the falling Ace Crusher...
that's got to finish Cole. He's bleeding on both sides of the head!
The only side left is the INside, and don't think Spectre won't go
after that!
CL: Spectre is making no effort to touch any turnbuckles! He's not
here to win, he is here to destroy Rob Cole! Drags him into center
ring... HE'S GOING FOR THE REBIRTH!
[As soon as Spectre hooks the leg of Cole for the fisherman driver,
Cole backdrops him, falling on top of the Goth from a combination of
overexertion and spite. The fans pop loud for the finisher counter.]
PW: Cole got out of that one! But he's running on borrowed time! He
is losing more blood than the Spectre is! How long before he passes
out from blood loss?
CL: Not much longer, but he is a bit bigger than the Spectre, who is
bleeding almost as badly! They both may pass out!
[Rob Cole loops the strap around Spectre’s neck, rushing to the side
of the ring and tossing the goth over the top rope... the big man is
pulled up short with a jerk, his fingers preventing the strap from
biting too deeply into his exposed throat! Cole’s muscles cord
tightly as he leans his weight back...]
PW: He’s hanging him! This isn’t a match anymore, it’s a lynching!!!
CL: Things might be getting shoved beyond the limits of decency
tonight, and I don’t know how much more these two men can do to one
another. Spectre is losing consciousness, blood, and whatever sanity
held him together... Cole long since left his sanity at the door!
PW: You're saying Spectre is saner than Cole?
CL: I take that back. Spectre may be getting the INsanity beaten out
of him now!
[Cole finally releases Spectre, the body slumping to the arena
floor... Cole rolls over the top rope to follow along and pulls a
handful of dreads up to lift Spectre’s prone form, and drags him to
the announcers table! He rolls Spectre atop, directly in front of the
announce team...]
PW: What are you doing? You can’t do this, Cole... you can’t be
serious?!
[Cole suddenly lunges forward and SLAPS the announcer across the face,
eliciting an approved roar from the audience as he slumps back in his
chair with a look of stunned shock. Cole spins and begins to ascend
the ring apron...]
CL: Rob Cole with slap for my colleague... uncalled for! And now he’s
measuring the distance, pulling that strap to its lengths... he may be
going for the World's Ugliest Frog Splash! And Spectre is coming to
on the table in front of me! HE YANKS THE STRAP!
[The crowd almost gives a heel pop, but Cole catches himself on the
top turnbuckle and leans his weight back... both men struggle, yanking
the full length of the strap as it stretches across ringside! The
announcers suddenly jump back as Specter gets to his feet, using the
counterweight of Cole to achieve his balance... ]
PW: Did you see what that lunatic did to me?! I hope Spectre yanks
him down right on top of his head... OH DEAR LORD!
[ * C R A A A S H * ! ]
[Almost as if on cue, Cole suddenly shifts, and launches himself at
the standing Spectre, who drops back to the table that doesn’t so much
as buckle, but completely SHATTERS as Coles’ body comes crashing on
top of Spectre with a World’s Ugliest Frog Splash from the second
turnbuckle!
There is announcer silence for a time, as the crowd roars and chants
(several conflicting chants at once, actually), and both Rob Cole and
Spectre lay there in a pileup of debris, limbs, blood, and wreckage!
The camera gets a close of shot of one sharp table fragment that has
found its way somewhere unusual: Rob Cole's left bicep.
At last, the announce team gets their remote units working...]
CL: MERCY! MERCY! This has to come to an end right now! This can’t
keep happening... this is pure barbarism! Pure blasphemy on this
sport! I can’t keep watching this massacre... oh God!
PW: Forget that, I WAS SLAPPED! Disqualify that idiot!
CL: Look at Coles’ arm! The table has cut a huge gash into the
Outcast's arm!
PW: Good! Got any salt?
[Cole rolls to the side, clutching at the wound... he staggers towards
the ring attendants and grabs a handful of electric tape from one of
the camera men and immediately begins to tape it around his open
wound!]
CL: GET THE PARAMEDICS! Rob Cole is trying to treat himself with
ELECTRICAL TAPE for crying out loud! He'll do more damage to himself,
possibly give himself gangrene!
PW: Gangrene is too good for him! HE SLAPPED ME! He should lose that
arm entirely!
CL: That's what gangrene does!
PW: Obviously not fast enough!
[The Spectre is actually the first to reenter the ring as Cole is
taping himself, though the Monster follows quickly. Cole stomps away
at his foe, who can only cover up at this point.
CL: Cole with a kneelift, counters the axehandle and Spectre staggers
back... Cole with another knee lift! He hooks Spectre... oh dear
Lord, here we go! CAST OUT POWERBOMB!
[The fans pop wildly for Cole's finisher, but Cole falls to the mat
clutching his arm in agony.]
PW: But look at the damage it did to his arm! Blood is pouring
through that make-shift bandage. Cole had better tag all four of
those turnbuckles quick... so he can get to a lawyer before he passes
out!
CL: He barely hit you, get over it!
[Cole crawls towards one of the corners, and pulls himself to his
feet... he tags the turnbuckle and turns to check on Spectre. A smile
splits his lips from his teeth as his eyes glaze over, a feral hunger
pulling him away from the turnbuckle. He suddenly stagger-charges
Spectre and NAILS him on the side of the head with a boot!]
PW: What? Making contact with your opponent breaks the turnbuckle
count! He tagged a corner, and then went back to the attack?! Maybe
he's lost so much blood that he's delusional!
CL: Rob Cole with a chance to gain victory here, but what’s he doing?!
He’s straddling the back of the Spectre, hooking those arms... CAMEL
CLUTCH?! Rob Cole using the strap across the throat, yanking back as
the referee starts pleading with him to release the hold! The referee
is trying to end this match, and he may just throw it out for the
safety of both men!
[Spectre’s eyes roll in back of his head... Cole continues to lean
back with his weight, smiling sadistically as he chokes out the gothic
demon! His muscles cord tight as blood continues to pulse from his
open wounds, and Spectre begins to change shades to purple... foam
flecking his lips as Cole starts to... laugh?!
The fans are not cheering anymore. They're still loud, but they're
not cheering.]
PW: The Spectre would be thrilled to see this! He was right! Cole is
just like him! And in a minute, Spectre might just be able to see
this as a ghost!
CL: Rob Cole can win the match, but he's throwing it away... Duke
Martin is threatening to call the match, but I'm not even sure he can!
PW: Spectre is... still fighting, and I don't know how!
[Spectre calls on his last reserves, and frees an arm. He uses it to
claw at Cole's wound... Cole does not break the hold, but the pain
lets Spectre get his knees underneath him.]
CL: Spectre continuing to battle as if his life depends on it, and it
might! Spectre is getting up... he's lifted Cole up onto his back!
Where is he... OH NO! OH NO!
[With his last energy, Spectre stands, runs back towards the corner,
and falls. The back of Rob Cole's head hits the second turnbuckle,
and this would be impressive and dangerous enough, if not for one
important detail...]
PW: THAT WAS THE CORNER WHERE SPECTRE PULLED OFF THE TURNBUCKLE PAD!
CL: SPECTRE DIDN'T MAKE IT TO THE CORNER, BUT THE EFFECT WAS WORSE!
COLE IS UNCONCSIOUS! COMPLETELY UNCONSCIOUS!
PW: Did he INTEND to do that? It looked like... it just sort of
happened!
[And your answer comes up off of the canvas... with an evil smile.
Spectre doesn't look to see if Cole is finished. He knows Cole is
finished.
And then his knees buckle, and he also knows that he is as close to
finished as anyone can get and still be moving.]
CL: Spectre can barely stand... he slumps into a corner. And... he's
going to another! Spectre knows he can't continue! He's touching the
corners!
PW: And why not?! His work here is done!
CL: The Monster Beneath The Bed came out, and ripped him apart... he's
lucky! Spectre outmonstered him tonight, but it might be only because
Cole ripped himself up with that frog splash! One little happenstance
here or there, and the roles would be reversed right now!
PW: That's true, but that's wrestling. Every match is like that.
Deal with it.
[Spectre hits the last turnbuckle, and immediately sags... exhausted
and wounded... into the corner as the bell rings.]
*DING* *DING* *DING*
[The ring floods with paramedics, and the crowd stands and boos the
result.]
HD: THE WINNER OF THE FOUR CORNERS STRAP MATCH...
.. T H E S P E C T R E ! !
[The Spectre's music again begins to play, but he shows no
acknowledgement of anything. His eyes are closed, his mouth drawn
into a faint smile, and he is talking to... nobody. The camera moves
in tight to catch his words, uttered very weakly...]
Spectre: "We... told you... you were... just like us... Cole.
We're... the same..."
[And then the medics swarm him. Spectre tries to fight them off, but
he just doesn't have enough left.]
CL: ...
PW: Tell me about it.
CL: I never, ever want to see these two wrestle each other again.
PW: 'Wrestle'? I don't think we've seen them 'wrestle'. They did a
lot of things tonight, but 'wrestle' isn't a verb I'd have used.
CL: I am petitioning the Championship Committee to never, ever book
Rob Cole and the Spectre to face each other again! They barely LIVED
through this! Look at that! The Spectre is too weakened to fight off
MEDICS! And Cole is out of it, and who knows if he may have suffered
a major concussion, or a fractured skull, or... or...
PW: Cerebral hemmoraging?
CL: HOW CAN YOU SAY THAT SO CASUALLY?!
PW: BECAUSE HE SLAPPED ME! I might go put the boots to him!
CL: And if he's NOT suffered a career-ending injury?
PW: I... uhhhh... am just fired up about seeing such a great match so
I say silly things? Ha ha?
[We cut back into the studio.]
DH: That was the start of the Rob Cole we know today. Spectre may
have lost the war in the end with Rob Cole, but he acomplished what he
set out. Rob Cole became the monster under the bed once again. At
Tradition II after hearing his title match with Brian Young was taken
away we saw just a taste of the Rob Cole we have all become used to
today.
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CUT: NOVEMBER 11TH - TRADITION II
A MONSTER UNDER YOUNG'S BED
==============================================
[Without warning 'What I've Done' by Linkin Park begins to play
throughout the Chiles Arena. The crowd erupts in anticipation of the
arrival of the PVW Heavyweight Champion.]
FH: Tonight, we see just how injured Brian Young truly is!
CL: Throughout the years Brian Young has battled throughout injuries
so if the _rumors_ are true that he is injured it must be serious!
[Out from the entranceway rolls a wheelchair. The roar of the crowd
winds down as Brian Young begins to make his way to the ring. The PVW
Heavyweight Championship belt rests upon his knees, Brian waves to the
crowd for a brief moment before he continues down the aisle way, a
very solemn and sad look upon his face. ]
CL: The PVW Champion is in a wheelchair!
FH: What a faker!
CL: Damn it Fred shut up!
[Brian wheels himself over the ring steps and looks at the ring for a
moment. He lowers his head as he motions for Herk Douglas to hand him
a microphone. Brian sits motionless, head lowered for a few moments
before he raises the microphone to his lips.]
BY: As you can all see I have been regulated to a wheelchair ... a
wheelchair ...
[Brian's head remains lowered looking at the PVW Heavyweight
Championship Belt.]
BY: Injuries are a part of this business ... a part that you know
could end your run at the top or even end your career ... and in all
honestly you are prepared that at any moment in that ring you may
suffer one ... but because you always expect the worse to occur in the
ring you forget what can occur to you when you are not wrestling.
[Brian finally looks up and at the rabid PVW fans, which once again
begin to cheer for the PVW Heavyweight Champion.]
BY: An innocent joy ride ... a simple ride to enjoy a few moments of
freedom ...
[Brian pauses for a brief moment as he maintains his composure.]
BY: And instantly everything you know is changed. No longer are you
enjoying the ride ... instead you are sliding upon hard unforgiving
concrete ... being slammed into a metal guardrail ... the next thing
you remember is being told you just had reconstructive surgery to
repair your ACL.
[Brian pulls the PVW Heavyweight Championship off of his knees and
holds the golden title high into the air.]
BY: Since I entered the PVW this right here was my goal ... to be the
best ... to show the world what a true champion is made of!
[As Brian continues to speak he lowers the championship belt back to
his knees and slams the arm rest of the wheelchair in frustration.]
BY: But this ... this right here has taken that away from me! This
damn wheelchair ... that damn drunk driver ... all they have caused me
is heartbreak!
[Brian looks at the PVW Heavyweight Championship once again.]
BY: Rob Cole, the number one contender ... the man I was going to tear
the roof off of the arena with like I have done so many times before
.... All I can say is ... I'm sorry.
["Rumatahatta" begins to blare over the loudspeakers as Rob Cole
emerges from the back, eyes dark with shadow and lack of sleep. He
ignores the roar from the fans and slides into the ring... Young
watches him warily as Cole angles his head a little and circles the
Champion. Cole takes a deep breath and drops to one knee, right in
front of the seated Young... his gaze is shockingly sympathetic. He
asks for the microphone... ]
Cole: Brian... look, we have our differences so this may come off
sounding a little cheap or stupid or weak, but there's nothing for you
to apologize for. It was an accident... it could happen to anyone,
anybody... it's a tragedy and it's one that's been a huge
disappointment to the fans, but you don't ever have to apologize. You
came to this company, you won that title, and you made a huge name for
yourself over the years.
[Brian, shocked by Cole's sympathy, begins to lose his tension...
relaxing a little as Cole bows his head in sympathy. He takes another
deep breath and continues speaking.]
Cole: I just wish... Brian, I just wish you could get better fast
enough for us to have that match, that great blow off, that great show
down you talked about for so long. I mean, after all the things
you've said about me... the way you've obviously respected my work in
this ring, my struggle to earn the number one contendership... it
would have really been something. I just wish you could heal up real
quick... but you won't.
[Cole pauses, and turns a hateful gaze up to Young... there's only a
moment of recognition before -- ]
HUGE MONSTER POP!!!!!
[Cole rises and YANKS Young out of the chair, driving his head in the
right position for the double underhook... he hauls the former
champion up, the title belt finally getting tossed out of his lap as
Cole cries out with exertion, roaring with absolute rage before
snapping his victim down.]
GOOD GOD POP!!!!!
[Brian Young's makes a sickening thud as his skull is driven into the
mat, but only after tearing through the leather seat and metal rods of
the wheel chair. Cole rises quickly, shoving Youngs body through the
debris and placing a solid kick to the man's stomach. The former
champion lies motionless as Cole stares down at him, smiling sickly...
he stalks over to the PVW title and picks it up. He snatches up the
microphone, disgust twisting his features as he walks to stand over
Brian Young.]
Cole: Filth. The PVW is a pile of filth, a company represented by a
title that means absolutely nothing, by a tin strap champion who can't
even defend his title, by a roster of people who begged for scraps and
crawled for recognition. When this company shut it's doors I tried to
ply my trade elsewhere... but they wouldn't let me go! They said I
was under contract, that I signed a deal, that they were getting
'band' back together again, and that they wanted me to come in and
bring the game back to it's roots. I had a chance somewhere else, I
decided that I couldn't be happy here no more, and this company
decided to whip out that contract and point out the small print...
I'M
SORRY,
BRIAN!!!!
[Cole laughs and leans down, slapping Young... he slaps him again, and
again, and again... the man's eyes flutter open, bleary, completely
out of it as Cole yanks his head and shoves the title in his face.]
Cole: AM I BORING YOU WITH MY STORY?!?!?!! HUH?!?!?!! Contract...
contract to come back, to be the monster beneath the bed, to shut my
door in another company and drag me back to this cess pool where you
spent months humiliating me. One good thing? I get to beat you for
this title... BUT I DON'T!!!! I don't even get named number one
contender... nothing I did before matters worth anything and I'm sick
of it! So you don't need to apologize, Brian... because apologies
don't mean a damn thing to me. This company wants blood? They want
monsters? They don't even know what they're asking for... I'm the
monster beneath the bed, the creature in the closet, the nightmare
that drags your screams ragged through your throat and drains the
blood from your heart in a chill of FEAR!!!!
[Young tries to shake the cobwebs out, and Rob Cole laughs... he
tosses the title aside and pulls the weakened Young to his knees. He
underhooks both arms as security rushes to ringside... they surround
the ring, begging Cole to let Young go. The Outcast, for his part,
offers a smile... and hauls Young up once again for another cast out!
He holds Young aloft, showing strength and viciousness as he stares
out at the fans and finally sees Brian Young's protege, Caleb Foley
running down the ringside... and charges the ropes. Young is sent
over the top, his body crashing into the crowd of security
officers...]
CL: GOOD GAWD... ROB COLE HAS LOST IT!
FH: When did Rob Cole ever _have it_?
[Caleb Foley checks over his fallen friend amongst the chaos and
carnage. The fans roar in a series of jeers for their once proud
warrior. The Outcast... The myth .... The monster, Rob Cole stares
down... chuckling as Caleb Foley leans over his friend and glares
up at his partner for later in the night.]
CL: Thank god for Caleb Foley and the security that came down to help
the severely injured Heavyweight Champion.
FH: Former Heavyweight Champion ...
CL: Either way Brian Young was a model champion for this organization.
He deserved more before he began his rehab. Instead Rob Cole spit on
his legacy and probably added a few months.
FH: Hell he might have ended his career.
CL: We can only hope not.
FH: Says who?
CL: By the sound of the standing ovation for Brian Young thousands of
fans.
[Cut back into the studio.]
DH: Brian Young had to vacate the PVW Heavyweight Championship.
However he wasn't the only champion in 2008. Chris Hartt fought
through three men in one night to become the first PVW Rising Phoenix
Champion.
==============================================
CUT: MARCH 6TH - TRADITION
HARTT OF A RISING PHOENIX
==============================================
--- CUT ---
PW: Awful brave of Hartt to try to use that right leg, but I don't
think they are having much effect on Parker there. Tyrone is just
playing possum, I believe.
[Preston proves to be right, as Parker suddenly catches Hartt's right
leg as he attempts a final kick. Parker still has hold of the leg and
then suddenly low blows Hartt. Hartt is doubled over in pain and
Parker then tosses Hartt back into the ring. Parker rolls in after him
and then begins to put the boots to the young Paladin...]
CL: What a great match we have going on here tonight on this special
edition...
[Parker picks up Hartt and tosses him into the ropes...On the rebound
Parker attempts a clothesline but Hartt ducks underneath in and locks
in THE AVENGER in the middle of the ring...]
CL: Hartt has locked in the Avenger in the middle of ring... He has
it clinched and look at Chris Hartt yank back!
PW: Frustration and determination through in the eyes of the Paladin.
I think Souza is under his skin.
CL: Your guess is as good as mine.
[The referee is checking on Parker and Parker seems to have passed out
and the referee has rung the bell...]
HD: The winner of this match and advancing in the tournament 'PALADIN'
CHRIS HARTT!!!
--- CUT ---
[Michaelson rushes to the far side ropes and rebounds gaining a full
head of steam.]
"_____SMACK_____"
PW: What a dropkick to the side of Hartt’s skull.
CL: Michaelson hit that move with so much authority that Hartt has
come crashing back into the ring.
[Michaelson quickly pulls Hartt towards the center of the ring and
applies a camel clutch wrenching the head of Hartt back as far as he
can.]
PW: There is no doubt that Michaelson is a man on a mission!
CL: And I don't think it matters to him if he injures anyone as his
way towards completing that mission!
PW: I don't think he is either but when the prize is the Rising
Phoenix Heritage Championship I can see why he doesn't care!
[Hartt screams out "NOOOO" when the referee asks him if he gives up..
This only forces Michaelson to pull back with more authority. Finally
Michaelson just drops the hold and begins kicking the side of Hartt's
head.]
CL: VICIOUS kicks by The Golden One!!!!
PW: He is taking all his frustration out with those Kicks.
[The Golden One calls for Hartt to get up and as he does he just
drives that boot sending him back down to the mat. The punishment is
catching up with The Paladin. His right knee barely allows him to
stand and The Golden One continues to punish him. Finally Michaelson
pulls Hartt to his feet... The Paladin looks pretty much out of it.
The fans have gone quiet....]
PW: He is done look at him!
CL: Michaelson is locking on the front face lock as he is setting up
for the Golden One Driver.....
[TEAR DOWN THE ROOF POP!!!!!]
[Out of nowhere as the front face lock was planted, either due to
cockiness on Michaelson's part or just pure wrestling smarts on
Hartt's part, Hartt out of nowhere locked on the Avenger lock and has
now begun just pulling back with full force..]
CL: AVENGER LOCK!!!!! THE PALADIN HAS IT LOCKED ON!!!!!!
PW: WHAT!?!? The Golden One had this!!!! How can this be!?!?! Don't
give up Michaelson!!!
[Michaelson is screaming "No" as he tries to wiggle towards the ropes,
but Hartt just pulls that arm backwards and its locked on and he isn't
moving anywhere forcing The Golden One to tap out... The fans
roar!!!!]
<<< DING DING DING >>>
CL: CHRIS HARTT HAS DONE IT!! On one wheel and fighting his equal in
the ring he pulled out The Avenger and clinched it in.
PW: This is turning into a total nightmare.
[Chris Hartt leaps up unable to put weight on that right knee holds
his arm up as the fans stand on their feet with respect.]
CL: Michaelson is up and he is behind Hartt... He spins him around
with his right hand in a fist....
--- CUT ---
[Michaelson grabs Outlaws right leg and begins to twist it into a
figure four, but Chris Hartt is up and CLOTHESLINES The Golden One
down!!!!! The Paladin turns --- KARMA KICK!!!!!!]
CL: Souza just drilled Hartt with a Karma Kick!
PW: Now the Paladin is seeing stars.
[Michaelson and Souza look at one another.... The Golden One pulls
Outlaw up and drives a few European Uppercuts he goes to send him
across and Outlaw leaps up taking Souza down!!!!!! Michaelson charges
and Outlaw leaps into a standing dropkick!!!!]
CL: Outlaw is taking on both of the heels!!!!
PW: He should be letting them dismantle Hartt so he can finish this
thing.
CL: Outlaw doesn't want to win this way.. Plus Michaelson seems hell
bent on taking Outlaw out too.
[Outlaw is up, but Souza with a LOW BLOW put an end to it. Souza
grabs a hold of Outlaw, but Souza grabbed from behind with a Chicken
wing....... CHRIS HARTT IS UP.....]
CL: Souza breaks loose and rolls out of the ring just avoiding the
Avenger!!!!
PW: Michaelson has rolled out of the ring too as Outlaw is flipping
him off and cussing up a storm...
[Chris Hartt from behind - CROSS FACE CHICKEN WING ON AN
UNEXPECTING OUTLAW....]
CL: THE AVENGER ON OUTLAW!!!!!!!!
PW: That snake!!!!
CL: All fair inside that ring, Preston!!!
[Duke Martin is now back up and Outlaw is hanging on, but not for
long.....]
[MIXED POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
CL: CHRIS HARTT HAS DONE IT!!!!! He survived three matches.... He
survived a bad knee.... He survived RJ Souza coming down to spoil his
night..... Now he is the PVW Rising Phoenix Heritage Champion!!!!
PW: Oh my....
[Chris Hartt breaks the hold and barley makes it to his feet.
Hobbling on one knee he is given the PVW Rising Phoenix Heritage Title
by Duke Martin. He turns towards the fans and thrusts it up in the
air to a massive pop!!!]
CL: It's your night Chris Hartt!!!!
PW: Outlaw doesn't look happy. He just realizes he was the victim of
circumstances.
CL: Outlaw realizes the game though. He rolls out of the ring and
slaps the hands of some of the fans as he lets Chris Hartt have his
time of glory.
[Chris Hartt has the title high in the air as the fans stand on their
feet in the 52nd Street Armory. His lips saying 'thank you' to the
thousands of fans that have supported him. The camera zooms in on his
face as the emotion tells a story of a long journey. Chris Hartt once
again thrusts the PVW Rising Phoenix Heritage Title up in the air one
last time.]
DH: Chris Hartt wore the Rising Phoenix Heritage championship belt
proudly for eight months. When he was defeated it was by the current
PVW Network Champion, Gibson Hayes. The American Hero became PVW's
first ever Double Champion!
==============================================
CUT: DECEMBER 1ST - HEATWAVE
A DOUBLE CHAMPION!?!?
==============================================
[Cornelius's "Thank You for the Music" begins with Rita Moreno's
famous catchphrase "Hey, you guys!" then descends into a sonic tidal
wave of noises. At the harmonica lead movement comes the form of
Gibson Hayes. Wearing a Hayes-Hayes 2012 super sized campaign button
on his lapel, a beautiful gray suit and holding up his personalized
American Flag, Gibson looks ready for business. ...oh and he has on
two championship belts around his waist. Gibson waves to the fans and
is all smiles as he enters the ring. Asking for, and recieving a house
microphone, Gibson brings it up to his lips.]
Tonight...
[A smattering of cheers, a calvacade of boos and some oft bodily noise
escapes from the audience.]
Tonight, my friends, is a night of celebration!
Tonight, my believers, is a night of triumph.
[A fist pump from PVW's double champion.]
For you see tonight, this very night, is when I, America's Own Gibson
Hayes, stand before you not only as America's Network Champion but
also with this Rising Phoenix title.
You see, this night, this very night, is when I, Gibson Hayes, stand
tall. This night is when I, America's Last Hope, shoulder not one but
two championships. This is the night when Gibson Hayes is properly
identified as the rightful heir to the Pax Americana. As plain as day
and as sweet as a fresh American apple, Gibson Hayes has done what
many deemed impossible. Gibson Hayes has climbed the mountain. Gibson
Hayes has see the mountain top and I promise you...
[Oh boy! Stealing from MLK!]
...yes I promise you that glory is just around the corner. For you
see, the terrible grip of native backstabbers and foreign devils is
coming to a close in PVW. You see, Gibson Hayes has helped usher in a
new era for PVW. Gibson Hayes has pulled this train called PVW through
the shadowlands. Gibson Hayes has seen the future, Gibson Hayes is the
future!
Gibson Hayes is America's future! With these two championships, with
these very hands, Gibson Hayes shall build a bright tomorrow for PVW!
[Gibson stops pacing and looks directly into the camera.]
No longer will parents have to fear their children will be brainwashed
into accepting foreign ideas and cultural norms. No longer will false
patriots peddle false ideologies on our soil. The American Way has
found itself back in PVW thanks to me, Gibson Hayes. Really, who can
face the off against America's Hero? No one on this roster, that's
who. But if you slackjawed yokels in the back think you can you're in
for an awful surprise. So, let me just sum up by saying America's
Champion, twice crowned, is here in America to stay.
[A wide, very menacing grin flirts across Gibson's face.]
And you'd best learn to love it or you'll be leaving it in a body bag!
[Gibson does the Nixon double deuce victory salute and hops on out of
that ring.]
FH: What an inspiration to us all.
CL: What?
FH: Gibson Hayes not only an American hero, but a PVW rolemodel. Our
double champion.
CL: Gibson Hayes picked up a shocking win over Chris Hartt at
Tradition II. He now holds both the PVW Network and PVW Rising
Phoenix Heritage Championship belts. It's unknown how Michaelson is
going to handle the situation.
FH: What situation? Gibson Hayes earned both title belts.
[We cut back to the studio.]
DH: Gibson Hayes currently sits as the highest ranking champion on the
PVW roster. That is until a PVW World Champion is crowned.
[On the plasma screen hanging above Hayes the next PPV logo - Boiling
Point and underneath it says invades VEGAS ....]
DH: Our next PPV has been announced and will be held in the city that
never sleeps Las Vegas! Tonight I have the privilege to announce a
set of OFFICIAL MATCHES!!!
[Images on the TV appear. On the left is Justin Cruise, Larry Gionet,
Xavier Feyr, and William Craven. On the right is Rob Cole, Tommy
Ryder, Randy Acorn, and The Mercenary.]
DH: We have our field of eight. These eight men will fight in a
single elimination tournament and the final two men will wrestle to
become PVW's World Heavyweight Champion. Looking at fans polling
currently on PVWRESTLING.ORG ...
[Across the TV the polling appears.]
ROB COLE - 67%
RANDY ACORN - 39%
LARRY GIONET - 39%
WILLIAM CRAVEN - 28%
JUSTIN CRUISE - 11%
XAVIER FEYR - 11%
TOMMY RYDER - 6%
THE MERCENARY - 6%
DH: It appears the fans think Rob Cole will continue his path of
destruction all the way to Boiling Point. Randy Acorn, SSN's chosen
one and Larry Gionet are tied in second. Either man would prove to be
a difficult challenge for Rob Cole if it came down to that.
[The poll is replaced with The Wildcards on one side and Canadian
Legacy on the other. In the middle is the graphic of the wheel and in
the middle is a Mounties shock stick.]
DH: These two teams have history. And it's come to a Boiling Point.
Last Heatwave the wheel was pushed down the aisle way. It was spun
and it landed on an odd stipulation to say the least. A Mounties
shock stick on a pole. We have yet to find out if Don Cameron's boy's
have any experience in a match like this being from Canada. However
one things for sure the former PVW tag team champions the WildCards
may have bitten off a little more then they were prepared for.
[The images change to the backdrop of a globe. Images of Herscher von
Donkerhardt is on one side and 'The Glorious' Jokull Baldursson on the
other.]
DH: Strickland Sports Network announced a Global surge for Phoenix
Valley Wrestling. PVW road agents searched across Europe and the two
men they hand picked was the Netherlands mat wizard, Herscher von
Donkerhardt and Iceland's own Jokull Baldursson. There isn't allot
known about these men quite yet, but SSN is banking on these two men
in introducing PVW to the European market.
[Images change again as we continue to run down the currently
announced matches for Boiling Point. On the right SSN's sneaky lawyer
duo Livestock and The Gutch display and on the right is Tag team
legends, The Killing Machines.]
DH: At Tradition II we saw The Killing Machines make a return to the
wrestling world with former wrestling promoter "Midnight" Jawaad
Mahmood. They answered Livestock and The Gutch's challenge, but the
war is far from over. At the request of Jawaad Mahmood the match has
been signed in LAS VEGAS! These two juggernaut tag teams with their
high profile managers will collide and once and for all there will be
a winner.
[The backdrop changes to a series of flames across the bottom. On the
right sit's the ever so cocky, Will Geddings and on the right is SSN's
hitman and Zeke Craven's paralegal, Vandal Gomez.]
DH: It was the fireball heard around the world that has left Will
Geddings donning the Victory Lane mask once again. Finally Geddings
has his chance at revenge. His chance at retribution when he steps
inside the ring with the Albino Madman, Vandal Gomez.
[... Finally the images fade and we see in the middle the PVW Tag team
titles. On the right is Urban Legend and on the left is The Prophets
of Rage.]
DH: As we saw earlier in the show at End Game. The Prophets of Rage
put Urban Legend on the shelf. Prior to that there was a series of
victories going back and forth between the two teams. At Boiling
Point Urban Legend has their opportunity at not only a little revenge,
but taking the PVW tag team titles from The Prophets of Rage.
[The images fade again and we are back to the Boiling Point logo.]
DH: Those are the six matches announced thus far. We should see the
rest of the matches announced with in the next few matches as the PVW
World Heavyweight Championship Tournament begins to shape itself.
Either way it appears PVW is looking at a healthy start to 2009.
However before we get too far ahead of ourselves we have the rest of
2008 to celebrate.
==============================================
CUT: FEBUARY 6TH - HEATWAVE
A CHAMPION IS CROWNED
==============================================
CL: Williams now on his knees and begging Cole to not hit him.. Cole
walking towards him... Williams rakes the eyes of Rob Cole. SNAP DDT
BY CHASE WILLIAMS!!! He goes to cover Cole, but ROB COLE WITH JUST
ENOUGH LEFT IN HIM WITH ANOTHER SMALL PACKAGE TO EVERYONES SUPRISE!!!
ONE ...
TWO ...
THREE!?!
[HEEL POP!!!!!!!!!!]
PW: WILLIAMS JUST KICKED OUT!!!!!!!! Both men are up and Cole with
short forearm shots and he is backing Williams up into the corner
[Out of desperation and maybe luck, Williams wraps his arms around the
waist of Cole and lifts him up and falls backwards and drops Cole
right into that exposed turnbuckle that has came into play through out
the match!!!!!!!!]
CL: CHASE WAS IN THE RIGHT PLACE AT THE RIGHT TIME!!!
PW: Give Williams a little bit of credit he did after all land that
move.
[Chase Williams pulls what appears to be a near knocked out Cole up
and Supernatural Driver!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
CL: Moment of Clarity!!
PW: CAN IT BE!?!
ONE ...
TWO ...
THREE !!!
[BOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! HEEL POP!!!]
CL: Chase Williams has won Blood Bowl and has become the PVW
Heavyweight Champion! He has overcome a roster of experienced and
talented workers... He has overcome a life time of critics!!! He has
pinned the hardcore legend himself ROB COLE!!!
PW: YOU GO CHASE!!!!
[The fans jeers slowly turn into some mixed reactions out of respect
as Duke Martin hands Chase Williams the PVW Heavyweight Championship
title. Williams quickly hugs the belt as all the years and injuries
he has put into the sport come out at once.]
CL: An emotional, but proud Chase Williams stands inside that ring as
the _FIRST_ PVW HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!!
PW: What a fine Champion he makes too.
CL: He has spent years in this sport as a journeyman. Tonight is the
biggest night of this veterans life. A lot of us might not agree with
the way he gets the job done, but tonight is your night Chase.
[Williams slowly raises the PVW Heavyweight title high in the air.
Sweat, blood, and maybe some tears drip down from the warriors face.]
CL: PVW has it's Champion!!
It's General!!
... It's King!
[And with those words the final image is 'Conceited Bastard' Chase
Williams holding the PVW Heavyweight Title high in the air full of
pride... full of emotion... Back to the Studio.]
DH: Chase Williams became PVW's first Heavyweight Champion. He went
on to become the highest profile wrestler of 2008 for PVW. He fought
in both End Game and Rise From the Ashes main events. For the FIRST
time on LIVE TV we will show both of these matches in full.
==============================================
CUT: JUNE 30TH - END GAME
MATCH: FOLEY v. YOUNG v. WILLIAMS
==============================================
<<< DING DING >>>
CL: And we are underway. The most important match in the short history
of Phoenix Valley Wrestling.
FH: The night that Chase Williams puts all the naysayers to rest once
and for all! Look at that idiot Foley, yelling at Chase to get in the
ring. Giving the champion orders. Who is he kidding?!?
[Williams just smirks and gives Foley the finger. This incites the
young man even further, and in his anger he gets a little to close to
the ropes. Williams quickly rips his feet out from under him, pulling
him under the bottom rope and rocking him with a closed first.]
CL: Thats a close fist ref!
FH: Championship match Chip. No room for pansies!... LOOK OUT CHASE!!
"___SSSMMMAAACCCKKK!!!___"
[MONSTER face pop as Young launches himself over the top rope and
crushes both Foley and Williams on the floor, leaving all three men in
a heap!]
P V W ! ! ! P V W ! ! ! P V W ! ! ! P V W ! ! !
P V W ! ! ! P V W ! ! ! P V W ! ! ! P V W ! ! !
P V W ! ! ! P V W ! ! ! P V W ! ! ! P V W ! ! !
P V W ! ! ! P V W ! ! ! P V W ! ! ! P V W ! ! !
CL: Brian Young brings the fans to their feet!
FH: What a gladiator hit two men when they aren't expecting it.
CL: Brian Young pulls Chase Williams up ....
"___THWWAAAAAPPP___"
WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
"___THWWAAAAAPPP___"
WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
FH: Chase Williams swings Young around and UNLOADS with right hands!
Get him champ!
CL: Brian Young fighting back... Here comes Caleb Foley!!!
[The Fighting Irishman comes charging and leaps into the fray! It
turns quickly into a three man brawl and the two challengers turn
their energy towards the champion.... Young and Foley send Williams
charging into the ring steps --- ]
"___THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUMP___"
CL: Chase Williams sent head first into those ring steps... Here
comes Caleb Foley .... KNEE INTO THE SIDE OF A SLUMPED CHASE WILLIAMS
HEAD!!!!
FH: They can't do this to Chase Williams he is the CHAMP he deserves
respect!
[... Brian Young uses the ring apron to springboard as Caleb Foley
looks up ... TORNADO DDT ONTO THE RING FLOOR!!!]
CL: HOLY COW! This match has started off with a flurry of high impact
moves. Thankfully there is no count outs as the three men haven't
even began to fight inside the ring.
FH: This isn't a real wrestling match. It's Caleb Foley and Brian
Young teaming up on a superior Chase Williams on the outside.
[Brian Young grabs the champion and rolls him inside the ring ...
Caleb Foley is laid flat on the outside from that brutal DDT. "The
One" begins climbing the ropes ... Chase Williams slowly makes it to
his feet and Brian Young with a moonsault -- ]
*HUGE POP!*
ONE ...
TWO ...
FH: Big kick out by the champ! That's how you send a message. This
is _my_ title and you aren't pinning these shoulders!
CL: Brian Young sends the Champion hard into the corner... "The One"
Charges ... CORNER JUMPING SPIN KICK! Young sends him across again.
[... Williams stumbles out Tilt-a-whirl PILEDRIVER!!!!!]
FH: OUCH! Chase is in real trouble on the early going here.
CL: Young hooks a leg could we have a new champion!?!
ONE ...
TWO ...
THR ---
*MIXED POP!*
CL: Caleb Foley just pulled Brian Young off and he drops down for the
cover!
ONE ...
TWO ...
[... Brian Young pulls Caleb Foley off Chase Williams and drops back
down for the cover.]
ONE ...
CL: Chase kicks out! Brian Young and Caleb Foley now face to face ...
FIST FLY!
*HUGE POP!*
FH: About time they stop double teaming Chase Williams. This is a
triple threat everybody for themselves match.
[Caleb Foley around with a waist lock... The veteran swings an elbow
backwards, but just misses. Foley reaches under one and hooks one of
Young's arms with one hand and places it behind his neck. The Fighting
Irishman uses his free arm to reach across Young's body and grab his
other arm applying a half nelson. He then locks on a Cobra Cluch ...
Foley lifts Young up and falls backwards, dropping The One right on
their head/neck!]
"___THWAAAAAAAAAAP___"
CL: COBRA CLUTCH SUPLEX!!!! Foley hooks the leg on Brian Young!
ONE ...
TWO ...
CL: Strong Kick out by Brian Young. The Fighting Irishman leaps back
up, but turns ...
"___CRAAAAAAAACK___"
FH: CHARGING MAFIA KICK BY THE CHAMPION! That's how you regain
control!
[Chase Williams puts his boot on Foley's face .... Spinning Boot
Scrape! He turns as Brian Young is up and charging.... Tilt-a-whirl
--- ]
"___THWAAAAAAAAP___"
CL: BRUTAL Gutbuster Drop!!!!!
FH: That'll make you puke if you aren't careful. The Champion now has
his sight set on The Fighting Irishman... He is taking them down one
at a time. It's almost like a handicap match out here for Chase
Williams.
CL: Caleb Foley and Brian Young do have a strong bond.
[With both challengers down inside the ring... The Champion has rolled
to the outside and yanked a chair up and tossed it inside the ring.]
*HEEL POP*
CL: What is Chase Williams doing??
FH: He isn't afraid to get disqualified ... He retains the title.
CL: I am just getting word that there isn't any DQ's inside this
match. Perhaps the Champion knew something we didn't.
FH: Wouldn't surprise me. I'm not exactly working with a professional
here.
[Back in the ring Caleb Foley has reached his feet, Chase Williams has
gotten the best of Caleb Foley and decks him right in the face with a
vicious closed fist to the face. While Caleb Foley tries to shake the
effect of the punch off, he fails to cover up and prevent Chase
Williams from spearing right back into the turnbuckle corner..]
CL: You can cut the intensity that Chase Williams has built up in him
with a knife tonight!
[Chase Williams now has a steel chair in his hand and goes over to
Caleb Foley. Chase Williams attempts to smash the metal chair down on
Caleb Foley's head but, all of a sudden, the crowd erupts as Caleb
Foley blocks the incoming chair shot and eventually takes the chair
and throws it down to the mat. Caleb Foley hits him with a huge right
haymaker but Chase Williams does not go down and appears to ask for
another. Before Caleb Foley can follow up --- ]
"___CRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCK___"
CL: GOOD LORD! "THE ONE" BRIAN YOUNG JUST CAME OUT OF NO WHERE WITH A
FLYING BODY ATTACK AND CRASHED INTO BOTH MEN! I THINK CALEB FOLEY
MIGHT HAVE HIT HIS FACE ON THE CHAIR AS WELL!
FH: From the looks at Caleb Foley's forehead I would think so.
[A close up tells the story... Caleb Foley's forehead has been busted
up by the force of that steel chair. Brian Young doesn't look
thrilled as he drives a forearm into Chase Williams as he pulls him
off Caleb Foley.]
CL: Both Chase Williams and Caleb Foley were stunned by that flying
body attack. Young seems to be checking on Foley and helping him to
his feet.
FH: Come on give me a break...
[Brian Young grabs Chase Williams by his right arm and whips him hard
into the corner. He grabs Foley and quickly whips him towards the
corner ...]
CL: CLOTHESLINE! Young gave Foley some extra momentum and Foley hit
Williams with a devastating clothesline.
FH: They should have just called this a HANDICAP match! Since the
opening bell these two have been treating Chase Williams like their
personal rag doll!
CL: Chase is the biggest man in the match and Brian Young being the
veteran that he is, is directing traffic in there to make sure that
Williams is weakened!
FH: The question comes though is Young going to let the rookie get the
pin fall or is he going to try and win the title himself?
[Young grabs Williams and drags him from the corner.]
FH: And Young just continues to bark orders to the rookie!
[Foley nods his head in agreement as Williams is whipped to the far
side rope. Williams rebounds and Foley is there lifting him into the
air ...]
CL: DELIVERY FROM DUBLIN!
FH: DAMN! Foley just drilled Williams with that Sit-Out Spinebuster
...
CL: And Young is screaming at Foley to make the cover!
FH: And Foley doesn't look like he is falling for it. I guess Foley
isn't as stupid as he looks!
[Brian Young walks up to Caleb Foley and they are jawing back and
forth. The camera picks up some of it -- "Why so you can just pull
me off?" "Listen kid if you want to be a champion you better listen
to me!"]
CL: There seems to be a disagreement and it's giving the champion time
to recover.
FH: Caleb Foley is now pointing to his busted open forehead and
BLAMING Brian Young! I love it!
CL: Brian Young has just handed Caleb Foley the steel chair. He is
telling Caleb Foley to hit him!
FH: Do it Caleb!!!!
[Caleb Foley lifts the chair up then stops ... Brian Young stands
there waiting for the shot, but Caleb Foley shakes his head "no"...
Just then Chase Williams shoves Caleb Foley from behind and right into
Brian Young as the steel chair hits him!]
FH: Caleb Foley smacked Brian Young!
CL: No he didn't it was Chase Williams from behind.
[The argument between the two challengers has allowed Williams to get
back to his feet and he locks a full nelson behind Caleb Foley and
lifts him up and slams him hard with a Full Nelson Slam! Chase
Williams then grabs Brian Young lift him up on his shoulders ...]
CL: Chase Williams appears to be setting Brian Young up for a Death
Valley Driver ...
FH: Except he is taking off running ...
"___SLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAM___"
ONE ...
TWO ...
*KICK OUT POP!*
CL: Brian Young with a kick out. Chase Williams staying fast on his
feet notices Caleb Foley getting back up on his feet and charges with
a big clothesline sending him tumbling over the top ropes and to the
outside.
FH: Heads up move by the Champion bringing it down to just two men
inside the ring.
[Chase Williams bounces off the ropes and nails Brian Young with a
running Knee Lift to the face as he was getting back to his feet.
Chase Williams drops down and covers Young.]
ONE ...
CL: Quick kick out by Brian Young! Williams lifts Young right back up
and whips him into the turnbuckles chest-first.
FH: We finally get to see the _real_ Chase Williams now. He will do
everything in his power to keep this Championship title.
CL: From what Chase says Brian Young will do everything in his power
to _win_ the PVW title.
[... The Champion bounces off the ropes and plows down Brian Young.
Williams mounts Young and pounds away at his face with ferocious
looking right hands. Williams grabs Brian Young by the throat and
blatantly chokes knowing there won't be a DQ. Finally Williams drops
the choke hold as the fans boo loudly... Young rolls to the outside
of the ring.]
FH: Anything ...
CL: Chase Williams is now on the outside apron ... Brian Young
getting up catching his breath....
*HUGE HEEL POP*
[... Chase Williams takes off nailing an apron dive bulldog lariat on
Brian Young!!! Williams grabs Young and goes to slam him face-first
into the steel guard rail, but Caleb Foley is right there and CLIPS
the back of the leg of the Champion!! Foley fires off an elbow to the
gut and slams Chase’s face into the guard rail.]
CL: Caleb Foley over to rescue his mentor!!!! Foley lifts Williams up
and delivers a Scoop Slam onto the concrete floor.
FH: This isn't fair. How can the PVW put Chase Williams into a match
defending his title against BOTH Caleb Foley and Brian Young.
CL: It's Chase William's fault. He caused the double ten count on
Heatwave.
[Foley pulls himself up onto the apron and rests on the ropes for a
moment trying to catch his breath. The Fighting Irishman dives off
the apron nailing Chase Williams with a Flying Axe Kick, driving him
back down into the concrete. Both men are down for a moment, but Caleb
Foley rolls the champion back under the ropes and goes for the cover!]
ONE ...
TWO ...
*POP!*
CL: Brian Young came diving in to break up the cover!
[Brian Young is the first to get up and he picks Caleb Foley up off
his feet and whips him into the ropes. On the comeback, Brian Young
catches the Fighting Irishman with a dropkick before running over to
him and giving him a textbook belly to belly suplex. As Brian Young
is in control of Caleb Foley, he fails to notice Chase Williams coming
up from behind and dropping him to the mat with an inverted DDT...]
"__THWAAAAAAAAP___"
FH: Now that's the great equalizer in a triple threat match! When the
back is turned, the advantage will shift!
CL: You have to watch your back at all times in this match. You never
know who is going to pop up right behind you.
[The Champion sends "The One" across into the ropes... He catches and
lifts him high... FLAP JACK!!!!! Caleb Foley is up and ducks a
charging short lariat by Chase Williams ... The Champion turns and
catches a foot by Foley... Foley swings his other foot over with an
Enziguri, but a heads up play by the champion dodges it and he brings
Foley's legs back into a sharpshooter submission hold!!!]
CL: Caleb Foley in trouble here. The Champion pulls those legs back!
FH: Break em! Then he'd be about as agile as his daddy ...
[Shocking pause by Chip Lester.]
CL: Umm ... Anyways Caleb Foley hanging on.. He is refusing to give
up!
FH: Is he crying yet? That's how we know he is about to give up.
CL: And to think I am starting to miss Preston.
[Caleb Foley attempts to make his way to the ropes, but is quickly
pulled back to the center of the ring... Caleb Foley lifts his right
hand up like he is going to tap out ...]
CL: Caleb Foley looks to be in some serious trouble here!
FH: Think of Papa he quit and so can you!
CL: Enough!
*HUGE POP!*
[... As Foley looked like he was getting close to tapping out. Brian
Young dove stopping his hand from hitting the mat. Brian Young shakes
his head "no" as the bloodied Caleb Foley looks up at him. Brian
Young is screaming at him to "fight it!"...]
FH: HA his is hilarious. It reminds me of a "Yo Adrian" moment.
Brian Young could just knock Chase Williams off, but instead he is
rooting Foley on to break the sharpshooter submission hold.
CL: He has been mentoring Caleb Foley the past few months. It appears
Brian Young is trying to teach the youngster a lesson of don't ever
give up.
FH: More like he is letting Caleb Foley suffer so it weakens him for
later in the match.
CL: Brian Young wouldn't do that.
FH: He even has you fooled.
[Finally Caleb Foley powers his way out breaking the submission
hold... Chase Williams leaps up, but Brian Young with a DDT!!]
FH: I told you he was just sitting there waiting to benefit himself.
He has EVERYONE in this arena fooled including Caleb Foley.
CL: Brian Young has a track record that dates back _years_ of being a
trust worthy guy.
FH: So did Benedict Arnold.
[Brian thrusts one finger high in the air as he counting alone with
the referee.]
ONE ...
[A second finger high in the air by Young and as he begins to rush
towards the near side ropes.]
TWO ...
[Brian springs boards onto the mid rope and leaps backwards into the
air.]
THR --
"____SMMMMAAAACCCCKKKK___"
*SHOCKED POP*
CL: BRIAN YOUNG WITH AN ASAI MOONSAULT! CRASHING HARD ONTO BOTH FOLEY
AND WILLIAMS!
FH: Notice how you said both Caleb Foley and Chase Williams.
[Chase Williams rolls back to the outside leaving the two challengers
inside the squared circle. Brian Young pulls the rookie up .. GERMAN
SUPLEX ... BRIDGE!]
ONE ...
TWO ...
*KICK OUT POP!*
CL: Caleb Foley with a kick out. These fans are split down the middle
here...
FH: Actually sounds like Foley has more support. Maybe the fans see
Brian Young as the Benedict Arnold that he is.
[Brian Young pulls The Fighting Irishman up again... He sends him into
the corner hard with an Irish Whip... Here comes "The One", but Foley
gets his feet up and nails him right in the chops! Foley fires out and
punches him right in the gut, doubling him over in the process. With
Brian Young doubled over, Caleb Foley gets him and drills him with a
vicious piledriver and pushes him out of the corner and right in the
middle of the ring. Suddenly, Caleb Foley acts on impulse and climbs
up to the top turnbuckle......]
CL: What is Caleb Foley going to do now....OH MY LORD! DID YOU SEE
THE AERIAL HE GOT AS HE FLEW IN THE AIR WITH THAT FROG SPLASH! HE
NEARLY SMEARED "THE ONE" BRIAN YOUNG ON THE MAT!
[Suddenly, the signs of the match begin to show as Brian Young starts
to cough and blood starts to come up as well...]
FH: Oh my lord! Brian Young is hurt! We gotta stop this match his
health could be in some _serious_ trouble.
CL: Fred I know you are extremely worried about Brian Young, but he
has fought through massacres in the past... It's going to take more
then that to keep him down. CALEB FOLEY WITH A LATE COVER!
ONE ...
TWO ...
THREE ???
[Chase Williams back inside the ring and breaks up the cover!]
FH: The Champ is back!
[Chase Williams begins putting the boots viciously to The Fighting
Irishman... He yanks him up and drives his knee up into the midsection
and rib area ... He locks on a double underhook and lifts him up with
a sit-out powerbomb...]
ONE ...
FH: This baby is over!
TWO ...
THR ---
*KICK OUT POP!*
FH: Doesn't he ever quit?
CL: Not this time Fred. Chase Williams mounts Caleb Foley from behind
and begins to nail him with vicious crossfaces... Brian Young has
rolled to the outside now and appears to be coming to his senses.
FH: More like he is watching Caleb Foley get his brains bashed in
again.
[Chase Williams is climbing the turnbuckle now ... Brian Young rushes
onto the ring apron and climbs up behind him... The two begin to
trade punches ... Right hand ... Left hand ... Block ... Right hand
...]
CL: Brian Young and Chase Williams are fighting ... Brian Young leaps
up and wraps his head around Chase Williams head for a rana .... CHASE
WILLIAMS COUNTERS AND LEAPS OFF WITH A SIT-OUT POWERBOMB!!!
"___THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"
FH: HOLY CRAP!!!
[Chase Williams gets up, but turns just in time for Caleb Foley to
SPEAR him off his feet!!!! Foley face now really covered in blood
drops to the mat from the earlier beatings and blood loss...]
CL: Foley just took Williams off his feet and flying!!!
FH: Why did Foley save Young? Doesn't he get it?
CL: FOley and Young's bond goes deeper then a PVW title Fred.
[All three men are back down on the mat and crowd is jumping. Slowly,
though, Chase Williams begins to get up as does Brian Young. Seeing
Chase Williams up, Brian Young charges in at him but Chase Williams
sees it coming and sweeps Brian Young's legs out from under him.
Chase Williams proceeds to waste no time in choking the life out of
Brian Young while, on the other side of the ring, Caleb Foley is
starting to get up as well....]
FH: END THAT PUNK'S CAREER CHASE WILLIAMS!
[With Brian Young somewhat hurt by the choke, Chase Williams breaks
the hold and picks up the steel chair that has been floating around
the ring. Armed with the chair, Chase Williams goes over to pick
Brian Young up but, when he does, Brian Young rocks Chase Williams
with a groin shot, grabs the chair from his hands, and throws it with
a brute force right into his face...]
"___CRRAAAAAAAAACKKKKK___"
CL: Look at Brian Young's eyes! He means business right now!
[Vengeful and hateful, Brian Young grabs Chase Williams and tosses him
to the outside where the crowd begins to stir. As Chase Williams is
down, Brian Young starts to kick away at Chase Williams's leg with
some of the stiffest kicks ever seen. Brian Young shakes his head a
bit before moving over to the time keeper's table and grabbing the
microphone. Now standing over Chase Williams, Brian Young slaps Chase
Williams in the face before yelling at him...
[Brian Young]: "COME ON YOU DAMN SON OF A B...."
[Before Brian Young can continue his tirade, from inside the ring,
Caleb Foley flies onto him with a suicide dive sending both men
crashing to the floor. With the crowd cheering him on, Caleb Foley
grabs Brian Young and sends him crashing right into the time keeper
table shoulder first.]
"___THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"
CL: FOLEY JUST SENT YOUNG INTO THAT TABLE!!
FH: That a boy!!! I guess he isn't as stupid as I thought!
[Seeing Brian Young is somewhat out of the way, Caleb Foley grabs
Chase Williams and tosses him back into the ring... Caleb Foley
climbs up the ropes .... Brian Young on the outside now holding his
shoulder is shouting up at Foley who is standing on the top of the
turnbuckles... Torn between Young on the outside holding his shoulder
and Chase Williams inside the ring...]
FH: Finish Young off!
CL: Foley appears torn. He knows Brian Young is a threat as long as
he can walk.
[Foley leaps into a somersault drop kick and nails the champion in the
center of the ring as he makes it to his feet ...]
ONE ...
TWO ...
THREE ???
*HEEL POP!*
FH: CHASE JUST GETS A SHOULDER UP!
[Caleb Foley get's back up, but Brian Young right behind him with a
cradle ...]
ONE ...
TWO ...
FH: Look Young has Foley's tights!!!
THREE ???
[Chase Williams brings down a double axe handle at the very last
second to break the pin up.... Foley fires back up, but Williams
nearly beheads him with a clothesline. Young quickly back up and goes
to whip Williams off the ropes, but the champion reverses, throwing
Young off the ropes, but gets caught with a flying headscissors. Young
jumps up on the second rope behind Williams, then turns him around,
set up for the tornado DDT. Young jumps off the second rope but
Williams throws him off into the center of the ring.]
CL: Big counter by The Champion.
FH: Were you expecting anything different?
[The Champion goes for a kick to the mid-section but Young catches it.
Williams leaps into the air and hits Young with an enziguri so hard he
does a flip before landing.]
"___THWAAAAAAAAAAP___"
CL: DID YOU HEAR THAT?
FH: I think Young might have brain damage after that.
[... Chase lifts Young up onto the top turnbuckle and climbs up with
him. The Champion sets Young up for a superplex as Caleb Foley is back
on his feet, looking groggy in the center of the ring.]
CL: Foley back to his feet and ... The Champion setting Young off the
top with a Superplex!
[... but on the way down, Young’s legs catch Foley around the
shoulders and Young delivers a hurricanrana to break his fall.]
CL: HOLY CRAP!
P V W ! ! P V W ! ! P V W ! ! P V W ! !
P V W ! ! P V W ! ! P V W ! ! P V W ! !
P V W ! ! P V W ! ! P V W ! ! P V W ! !
FH: Foley in the right place to save Young's ass once again.
[Young goes for a right hand, but Williams ducks it, floating behind
Young and hitting him with a german suplex. Williams rolls over and
pulls himself and Young back up, hitting a dragon suplex. The champion
rolls over and pulls himself and Young back up again, this time
hitting a cross arm german suplex.]
"___THWAAAAAAAAAAAP___"
CL: A trifecta of various suplexes by the champion and the cover!
FH: Nice try Brian Young, but tonight you are NOT The One!
ONE ...
TWO ...
[... Caleb Foley nails the champion in the back of the head with a
Springboard Legdrop at two!]
*HUGE MASSIVE SAVING POP!*
CL: WHAT A HEADS UP SAVE BY THE FIGHTING IRISHMAN!
FH: That little pain in the rear.
[Foley rolls Williams off of Young and covers!]
ONE ...
*HEEL POP!*
[... but Williams pulls Foley off of the cover. Williams lifts Foley
up onto his shoulder but The Fighting Irishman slips out behind the
champion and shoves him into the ropes rolling him up for the cover.]
ONE ...
TWO ...
CL: WILLIAMS KICKS OUT! Wowers all these fast and amazing out of
nowhere covers!
FH: It's going to take more then a little razzle dazzle to take this
title!
[Williams pulls himself up to his hands and knees while Foley pulls
himself up onto the second rope, then stepped up onto the top rope,
positioning himself for a high impact move. Finally Young is back up
to his feet, uses Williams like a springboard to leap up onto the top
rope and throw Foley off with an Arm Drag, and landing on Williams’s
back with a splash.]
*HUGE SPOT POP!*
CL: YOUNG WITH A COVER ON WILLIAMS!!!
ONE ...
TWO ...
FH: KICK OUT!!!!
["The One" begins stomping away at Williams until he crawled into the
corner.]
FH: Look at the frustration in Brian Young's actions.
[Young goes to whip Caleb Foley into Williams, but Foley reverses and
"The One" leaped up onto Williams knees, going for a monkey flip, but
the champion catches him and walks out of the corner. Williams then
turns towards the corner he walked out of but Foley catches him in the
back of the head with a dropkick allowing Young to deliver the monkey
flip into the corner turnbuckles.]
CL: Nice team work by Foley and Young.... Young gets spun around ...
"___THUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"
FH: Northern lights suplex!! Foley takes full advantage!
CL: Foley covers Young!
ONE ...
TWO ...
*MIXED KICK OUT POP!*
CL: Not this time the match continues!
[... Young tries to pull himself to his feet. Foley leaps over
Young’s back from behind him, going for, but Young dodges it, catching
Foley’s foot and locking him in a Single Legged Boston Crab.]
CL: What a counter by Brian Young!
FH: I never said he couldn't wrestle.
[... Young releases the submission, floating right into a powerbomb
position on Foley, but as he lifts Foley up onto his right shoulder,
he allows him to slide down his back, locking him in the gory special
2000, and slowly turning around for all the audience to see. Foley
screams in pain as the referee asks him if he wants to give up, but he
refuses.]
CL: Foley looks to be in trouble again... His forehead has been
busted open from nearly the start of the bell. He has taken on two
of wrestlings best and held his own, but here he sits in trouble...
Will his mentor win this one?
FH: Chase Williams is up... Foley screams at Chase enraging him ...
[Williams bounces off the ropes and nails Young in the side of the
head breaking the submission.]
FH: There you go little punk...
CL: Foley ROLLS WILLIAMS UP WITH A SCHOOLBOY!
ONE ...
TWO ...
*HEEL POP!*
CL: Williams with another kick out. It was so close!
[Williams is now in the zone, floors Foley with a right hand. Young
gets back up but gets taken down with a chop to the chest. Foley gets
floored with a chop as well, then Young gets floored with a right
hand. Williams whips Foley off the ropes and then crushes him with a
Powerslam.]
"___THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"
FH: Williams destroying his challengers now!
CL: You can see the exhaustion building in these three men.
[Young is up, but gets a kick to the gut... Chase Williams lifts him
up .... HUGE POWERBOMB!]
"___THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"
ONE ...
TWO ...
THREE ???
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
[The Referee leaps up with only two fingers as the crowd erupts.
This doesn't stop the champion he floats it right into an STF. Young
screams in pain looking like he intends to tap out but this time Foley
grabs his hand, encouraging Young... Foley tells Williams to stretch
him out further.]
FH: Foley returning what Young did to him earlier in the match!
Williams obliges!
[Foley kicks Williams breaking the submission. Foley continues to
stomp on Williams a few times then whips him into the corner, but the
champ reverses sending Foley into the corner and chases after him.
"The Fighting Irishman" runs up the turnbuckles and hits Williams with
the blockbuster looking move.]
ONE ...
TWO ...
[... Young dives onto the pin with his last breath breaking up the
cover.]
CL: Neither one of these three men want the match to end! What a main
event it's been and in the end anyone of these three men are worthy of
winning this match.
FH: However right now there still is only one champion.... Chase f'n
Williams!
[... Foley bounces off the ropes and hits Williams with a clothesline,
but bounces right off of him. Foley tries again, but again, no effect.
Foley tries it a third time but gets caught with a sleeper, leading
right into a rolling armbar!]
FH: END GAME ON END GAME!!!! HOW FITTING!!!! THIS IS WHAT FOLEY HAD TO
TAP OUT TO LAST TIME!!!!
CL: Young immediately nails Williams in the back of the head with a
baseball Slide dropkick to break the submission!
*POP!*
[Foley rolls into the corner shaking off the submission. Young lifts
Williams up for Blue Thunder.... Foley leaps out just stopping it,
before he mid-air!!!]
CL: Close call if Brian Young would have hit that we would have a new
champion...
[Foley kips to his feet and ducks the attempted crescent kick by
Young. Hitting the ropes, he drills Young with a leg lariat and is
quickly on his feet again, crouched like a tiger as he waits for the
champion to stagger to his feet!]
FH: CRAP!
CL: SPEAR BY FOLEY ON THE CHAMP!!
FH: GET UP CHASE!!
[Foley leaps into the air to hit the standing moonsault that would
complete the Irish Blessing but Chase rotates his body on the mat so
that Foley catches a knee to the groin as he lands, and lightning fast
throws a free leg over the shoulder of Foley and locks in a Triangle
submission! The crowd deflates as the momentum has swung so
decisively!]
CL: What the hell is that? I've never such a submission!
FH: Their have been rumors that Chase has been training in MMA on the
side. Its obvious the rumors are true. the man is an absolute genius!!
[Foley struggles but to no avail and the energy is slowly sucked from
him. After what seems like an eternity he manages to turn his body
and slide a foot underneath the ropes but Chase just smirks and
tightens the hold as the ref leans down checking The Fighting Irishman
out ...]
CL: Chase doesn't care if he gets disqualified!
FH: He keeps the title and blows this whole conspiracy out of the
water. Brilliant!
[But his plans are foiled by a recovered Brian Young, who stomps
viciously on his face, forcing him to break the hold. Chase Williams
now back up and Young leaps up grabbing Williams head from behind,
jumping back and down, burying his knees into Williams back....]
"___THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"
CL: Bloodline!! Could this be over!!
FH: Wait it looks like Brian Young is calling for Blue Thunder again.
Is cockiness going to cost him the title...
[Foley stumbles up and charges... Young turns around to face him at
the last second and a BIG SPEAR that takes Young off his feet....]
CL: FOLEY JUST TOOK YOUNG OUT!!!!!!!
FH: Foley some how is the only one on his FEET ...
CL: Now climbing the ropes!!!
FH: Oh no...
CL: HE LEAPS Irish Eyes Are Smiling !!!
.
.
.
.
.
.
*HUGE TEAR DOWN THE ROOF POP!!!!!*
[... He hits the 450 Splash off the top ropes right onto Chase
Williams!!!!]
ONE ...
TWO ...
THREE !!!
*MIXED POP!*
CL: NO BRIAN YOUNG _JUST_ MADE THE SAVE!!!!!
FH: That was so close!!!
[The two stumble to their feet ... Brian Young nails Foley with a
right hand ... Foley hits Young with one ...]
F O L E Y ! ! ! F O L E Y ! ! ! F O L E Y ! ! !
Y O U N G ! ! ! Y O U N G ! ! ! Y O U N G ! ! !
F O L E Y ! ! ! F O L E Y ! ! ! F O L E Y ! ! !
Y O U N G ! ! ! Y O U N G ! ! ! Y O U N G ! ! !
FH: CHASE!!! CHASE !!!
[Foley gets the upper hand in the brawl and the Fighting Irishman
takes Young down with a BIG haymaker ... The Champion uses the ropes
to get to his feet he is still shaken by that Irish Blessing ...
Foley charges, but Williams catches him ... Pump handle ... REVERSE
PILEDRIVER!!!]
*HEEL FINISHER POP!*
FH: MOMENTS OF CLARITY!!! THIS BABY IS ---
"___CRRAAAAACCKKKK___"
[Brian Young swings that chair that has been hanging around all match,
but oddly enough hasn't played a huge role and hits Chase Williams
right in the face sending him -THROUGH- the ropes!!!]
CL: HOLY CRAP!
FH: Umm... Speechless ...
["The One" Brian Young drops down and covers Caleb Foley.]
ONE ...
TWO ...
FH: HIS FEET ARE ON THE ROPES!!! FOLEY TRYING TO KICK OUT!
THREE ???
*MIXED POP!!! MOSTLY JEERS!!!*
CL: Is it?
[Brian Young leaps up as referee, Duke Martin raises his hand... To a
split down the middle arena... Caleb Foley barely getting to his feet
pleads to the referee trying to explain that Brian Young's feet were
on
the ropes... ]
FH: I told you Brian Young couldn't be trusted and he was a snake.
CL: Wow I thought this was unlike Brian Young.
FH: It doesn't sound like the arena is split down the middle now that
they are showing the replay.
HD: The WINNER of the match and _NEW_ PVW HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION .. "THE
ONE" BRIAN YOUNG !!!!!
[Chase Williams is going nuts on the outside. He just realized Brian
Young _Cheated_ to take _his_ title away and he wasn't even _pinned_.
He grabs a chair and tosses it into the ring ... Outside officials
quickly restrain him as Caleb Foley just stands there in shock that
his mentor and childhood idol sunk to those levels to pin him.]
CL: I think Caleb Foley's heart is broken more tonight then it was at
Rise From the Ashes. Everything he thought Brian Young stood for now
is being questioned in his mind.
FH: Not mine. I knew this guy smelled fishy.
[Fade back to the studio where Dean Hayes is.]
DH: A shocking moment indeed. Right there that proved that if Brian
Young was willing to resort to win at all cost then no champion was
safe. Next up is a match that has been making head ways around all
the wrestling industry. Some have said this match put PVW on the map.
==============================================
CUT: APRIL 13TH - RISE FROM THE ASHES
MATCH: FOLEY v. WILLIAMS
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<<< DING DING >>>
CL: And the PVW Heavyweight Championship match is underway.
BY: This is the moment both of these men have been waiting for; Chase
so he can prove his dominance here in the PVW and the chance for Caleb
that he has more than luck on his side.
[Chase looks Caleb head to toe and shrugs his shoulders before the two
men lock up in the center of the ring.]
PW: Chase shows little fear as he locks up with Caleb in the center of
the ring …
[Williams forces Foley into the corner and referee Jim Pearson orders
for a break. Chase raises his hands in the air and steps back.]
PW: Look at the champ showing great sportsmanship there.
[Williams fires a stiff knife edge chop to the chest of Foley and
Foley gasps in pain. A smile crosses the lips of Williams as he pushes
Foley’s head back and fires another chop into Foley’s chest.]
"___SLLLAAAPPP___"
"___SLLLAAAPPP___"
PW: Four chops …
"___SLLLAAAPPP___"
BY: Make it five and the champ has lit Caleb’s chest up.
CL: Caleb grabs his chest and leans over in pain …
PW: BAD MOVE!
[Chase connects with a European Uppercut.]
PW: As the champ nearly takes Caleb’s head off with that European
Uppercut.
[Foley staggers out for the corner and Chase grabs him by the arm and
whips to the far side corner. Chase rushes forward and connects with a
clothesline. ]
PW: And Foley had nowhere to go and Williams almost looks bored in
there at the moment.
[Chase glares at Foley and shakes his head before driving the point of
his elbow into the chin of Foley.]
BY: Chase showing no respect for the rookie at the moment.
PW: And if I was Chase I wouldn’t either with the way he has been
disrespecting the champ.
BY: Sometimes it takes just that to make people sit up and take notice
of you Preston.
CL: That’s what you did isn’t it Brian.
BY: Basically I mean I believe I called Trey Lawrence my rookie year.
CL: Not a smart idea ..
BY: Maybe not but it got the job done.
CL: Jim Pearson is ordering Chase to allow the rookie out of the
corner.
PW: And like a true champion he is doing just that.
[Caleb Foley takes a step out of the corner and motions for Chase to
bring some more.]
CL: Foley is begging Chase to bring it to him.
PW: Foley has shown since day one that he has more balls than brains
but I hope he isn’t trying to end up next to his dad in the hospital.
[Williams is quick to supply the punishment with a stiff forearm shot
that rocks Foley for a moment. Williams forces Foley to the ropes and
does not hesitate to once again pound Foley on the chest with a hard
forearm blow. However, as soon as he does this, Foley jumps at
Williams and clubs him with a forearm shot of his own. Without fail,
Williams returns the favor but Foley is right there to give him
another...
CL: And we have a good old fashioned fist fight ... Foley and
Williams are tearing each other apart with their bare hands!!!
[The crowd is going crazy as The Conceited Bastard and The Fighting
Irishman are just pounding away at each other with forearm shots.
Suddenly, Williams swings at Foley but Caleb ducks. He goes behind
Williams and drives him to the mat with a side Russian Leg-Sweep but
Williams is back up to his feet quickly.]
PW: It’s going to take more than that to keep the champ down!
[Foley rushes in at him with a lariat but, Williams ducks the oncoming
blow, slips behind Foley, and sends HIM to the mat with a release
German Suplex...]
BY: Foley showing some fire but the champ is quick to cut off his
rally there.
[Williams stands to his feet and just begins to stomp away at the
chest of Foley. Caleb attempts to cover up but it to no avail as Chase
just decides to stomp on his head.]
PW: And Chase with a good old curb stomp on Caleb there!
[Caleb rolls to the side holding his head as Chase reaches down and
pulls Foley to his feet. Chase locks on a front chancery and lifts
Foley high into the air …]
BY: Chase showing off his strength with this stalling vertical suplex
…
PW: Chase is a suplex machine and I how many times do I need to say
that Foley is just out of his element here tonight?
BY: Putter from what I can tell only one person is out of his element.
[Instead of falling backwards Chase releases Foley forward dropping
him stomach first across the top rope.]
BY: Foley being hung out to dry on that top rope. There’s a good
chance that Foley is going to have some internal bruising after that
move.
[Williams smirks and grabs Foley by his head and clinches on a front
chancery and drags Foley so that his thighs are still on the top rope.
He powers Foley into the air and quickly drops his thighs once again
across the top rope for additional momentum and powers him over with a
slingshot suplex.]
CL: Williams pulls Foley to his feet …
PW: And makes him redder than Rudolph’s nose with a series of three
more chops!
BY: Caleb is once again being forced to the ropes but he continues his
jaw jacking asking the champ if that’s the best he’s got.
PW: Foley must have a death wish!
[Chase grabs Foley by his left arm and whips him across the ring to
the far side ropes; Chase rushes forward and attempts to decapitate
Foley with a clothesline but Caleb ducks under and rebounds off of the
near side rope.]
CL: Caleb with the duck and he rebounds CROSS BODY …
PW: Williams catches him in mid air and just heaves him over his head
with a picture perfect fall away slam.
BY: The champ is in complete control as Foley rolls towards the apron.
Smart move trying to create some space but Williams is once again on
the attack as he drives a knee squarely into the chest of Foley.
PW: Foley gasping for breath.
[The camera cuts to the outside where Caleb’s father sits with a
worrisome look in his eye. Williams slides under the bottom rope to
the floor and quickly looks at Foley’s father for a brief moment
before grabbing Foley by the head and placing him so that his head and
shoulders are just over the edge of the apron.]
CL: Williams taking a few steps towards the ring steps. This doesn’t
look good for the challenger.
[Williams gets a running start and drives a Mafia Kick into the temple
of Caleb Foley.]
"___TWWWHHHAAACCKKKK___"
BY: Williams lined Foley up and just punted his head! Chase is out to
make a statement and thus far he is doing just that …
PW: And the statement is Chase Williams is the best the PVW has!
[Williams looks at Foley’s father and says he should have listened.
Chase shrugs as he climbs onto the ring apron. Chase screams you don’t
disrespect me and then drives a leg drop across the throat of Foley.]
CL: Williams just taking Foley apart piece by piece here.
PW: And the veteran slides into the ring breaking Pearson’s count. Is
that a tear in Foley’s father’s eye there?
BY: He’s not crying Preston but it is hard to sit at ring side as a
loved you just gets their ass handed to them in the ring.
[Williams grabs Foley by the legs and hotshots him so he is
clotheslined by the bottom rope. Foley once again grabs his throat and
rolls to the floor.]
PW: Foley is flopping around like a fish out of water in front of his
father.
CL: Do you have any tack Preston?
PW: Why would I bring tacks to ringside Chip?
[Pearson warns Williams not to go after him but Williams shoves
Pearson to the side and slides out of the ring to the floor. He pulls
Foley to his feet and slams him back first into the ring apron. Foley
lets out a scream and Williams drives his shoulder into the gut of
Foley forcing him hard into the apron again. Williams spins Foley
around and locks on an inverted chancery …]
BY: Williams just not giving the kid a moment to breath. If this is
how it looked like when I faced Retribution it’s a wonder I won that
match.
[Chase lifts Caleb into the air for an inverted suplex and drives the
back of Foley into the ring apron. Williams releases the chancery
allowing Foley to crumple to the mat. Williams slides into the ring
once again breaking the count but just as quickly he once again slides
to the floor. Foley is slowly making it to his feet as his dad cheers
him on.]
PW: Foley senior should be merciful and tell his son to just lie down!
CL: And Foley still daring the champ to bring it!
PW: Does he just want to be a punching bag tonight?
[Foley rushing forward toward Chase who catches him with a hip toss.]
"___CRRRRAAASSSHHHHH___"
CL: GOOD GOD! FOLEY JUST CRASHED BACK FIRST ONTO THE RING STEPS!
PW: That has to be the most effective hip toss I have ever seen!
BY: Foley rolling off of those steps holding his back and rightly so.
Williams uses his surroundings to his advantage there!
[Williams glares at Foley and slides into the ring. He hits the
opposite ropes, and surprises the crowd and announcers by crushing
Foley into the guardrail with a suicide dive!]
PW: Chase is leaving nothing on the table tonight! Have you ever seen
a 300 pound man dive through the ropes?
CL: That was quite a feat. Rumor has it he used to even use a Shooting
Star Press. Perhaps we might see it tonight?
[Williams scrapes Foley off the arena floor and uncaringly rockets him
headfirst into the ring steps.]
"_____CCCCCLLLLLAAAAANNNNNGGGGG!!!!!_____"
[Pop!]
PW: That looked like it hurt. heh. Karmas a whore eh Foley?
[He pulls Foley into a fireman’s carry and DVD's him onto the steps.]
"_____CCCCCRRRRRUUUUUNNNNNCCCCCHHHHH!!!!!_____"
"HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!!"
"HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!!"
"HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!!"
CL: WILLIAMS JUST DVD'ED FOLEY ONTO THE _STEPS! HE ROLLS FOLEY BACK
INTO THE RING, AND PLACES A FOOT ON HIS CHEST!!!!
[Megaton heel pop for the arrogance of Chase's cover, Jim Pearson
slides into position.]
ONE ...
TWO ...
THREE ...
[Pop!]
CL: NOOOOO! The referee is pointing at Foley's foot on the bottom rope
and Chase is LIVID! Foley refuses to quite.
BY: The rookie showing a lot of heart and still showing that he has a
lot of fight left in him! But he has taken a lot of punishment!
PW: Just a matter of time Brian, just a matter of time.
CL: You can tell by the look of absolute disdain that Williams is not
happy at all!
PW: Would you be? Look at Foley’s dad jumping for joy on the outside …
he needs to stop all that activity; I mean we can’t have two Foley’s
dying tonight!
[Williams stares at Jim Pearson and grabs Foley by his hair pulling
him viciously to his feet. Chase grabs the throat of the Caleb
hoisting in the air, as if he is setting up for a chokeslam, but
instead of slamming him down he simultaneously lifts them up, turns
around 180 degrees and then falls forward throwing Foley so he comes
crashing down on his back!]
CL: CHOKE SUPLEX!
PW: And Foley looks like a rag doll in the ring at the moment! Brian,
have you ever looked like that in the ring?
BY: Yeah on more than one occasion but it never stopped me from
winning seven different championships! So I wouldn’t count Foley out
just yet!
[Williams stands up and raises his arms to the side; as if saying what
now. He looks at Foley’s father and slides to the outside and begins
to make his way over to where Mr. Foley is standing.]
CL: I don’t like this ... not one bit.
[Williams looks at Foley senior and smiles. I’m doing this for you,
dad! I am going to win this match for you!]
CL: Complete disrespect to Caleb Foley.
BY: Williams is trying to get into the head’s of the Foley family and
based upon the way his father is reacting I have to say it appears as
though he is succeeding.
[Mr. Foley has inched himself closer to the railing and begins to
scream at him. Williams just shakes his head as Mr. Foley continues to
scream. In the ring Caleb has slowly gotten to his feet and sees Chase
face to face with his dad. A look of anger crosses his face and he
uses the ring rope to pull himself to his feet.]
PW: Did Chase just say I’m got others Foley to kill?
CL: I hope not but I wouldn’t be surprised!
BY: Williams needs to get his head in the match ‘cause Caleb is to his
feet!
[Williams turns around and as he does so Caleb grabs the top rope and
uses it as a slingshot to somersault himself over the top rope ...]
BY: SOMERSAULT SPLASH!
CL: He completely caught Williams off guard with that move.
BY: I said Williams needs to get his head in the game! The kid is not
going to roll over and die!
PW: I don’t think he even has enough luck to keep this up though. I
mean look how slowly he is getting to his feet.
[Foley’s father begins to slam the top of the guard rail getting the
fans behind Caleb. Foley shakes his head and pulls Williams to his
feet and begins to Irish Whip him towards the ring stairs but Williams
slams on the brakes and reverse the whip sending Foley hard head first
into the stairs once again!]
"_____CCCCCLLLLLAAAAANNNNNGGGGG!!!!!_____"
PW: Whatever brain cells Foley had going into this match are quickly
dying!
[Williams shakes his head and grabs Foley by his legs and waistlocks
them from behind. Chase lifts the Caleb up and then drives him down
face first into the ring steps.]
"_____CCCCCLLLLLAAAAANNNNNGGGGG!!!!!_____"
CL: Good lord!
BY: Williams with a perfectly executed Wheelbarrow Powerbomb on the
ring steps.
PW: I think I see blood!
[Foley rolls off of the ring steps holding his head, a steady stream
of blood flowing between his fingers; Williams like a shark grabs
Foley by the hair and drags him towards his parents. THIS IS WHAT I
WAS TRYING TO SAVE HIM FROM! Williams grabs Foley by the jaw and just
begins to rain right after right into the cut upon his forehead.]
BY: Williams just being vicious right in front of Foley’s family!
CL: Look at the concern in the eyes of his parents! I think his mother
is about to cry.
[As the crimson mask begins to cover Foley’s face Williams pauses and
raises his blood covered right hand to Foley’s dad, see what he got
himself into! Foley senior tries to take a swing at Chase Williams but
Mrs. Foley places her arm across his chest and shakes her head no.]
CL: I can’t believe the Foley’s have to sit there as the callous Chase
Williams just takes pleasure in beating the hell out of their son!
PW: Chase tried to keep this from happening ... but Caleb is stubborn!
BY: Foley is in a world of hurt but this is where he is going to see
what kind of man he truly is! He either quits now or continues for his
dream of winning the Heavyweight Championship!
PW: If Foley was smart he would quit!
[Caleb looks up and watches as the tears flow down his mother face.
Williams fires another right into the forehead of Foley but he fires
back with a quick jab to the gut followed by a second one!]
CL: Foley fighting back!
PW: What! How?
BY: Caleb battles his way to his feet and throws a monstrous haymaker
that staggers the champ!
CROWD: FOLEY! FOLEY! FOLEY!
CL: The crowd getting behind the youngster who just continues to try
and fight back.
[The crowd moans as Chase catches Caleb with a questionable knee to
the mid section.]
CL: LOW BLOW!
PW: No it was a perfectly legal knee lift!
[Jim Pearson has hit the outside and is ordering both men to the ring
and warns Chase about how close that knee lift was. Chase grabs Foley
by the head and slams him hard face first into the guard rail. He once
again grabs Foley by the hair and tosses him to the floor. Foley lands
with a thud next to the ring steps. Foley is motionless on the floor
as Chase Williams. Chase drives a couple of boots to Foley's face.
Pearson orders Williams into the ring and Williams slides under the
bottom rope. He smirks as he begins climbing the turnbuckle... ]
PW: Look closely everyone! The Fighting Irishman career is about to
be over!
[As Chase Williams begins to climb to his destiny, the crowd once
again begins to chant... ]
CROWD: FOLEY! FOLEY! FOLEY! FOLEY!
[Williams looks once again to the parents of Caleb Foley and shakes
his head sadly.]
BY: Williams is just focusing too much on Caleb’s parents.
[Like before, Foley somehow shakes off the pain and suffering he is
feeling. Somehow, he slowly gets to his feet and sees Williams
climbing the ropes. Acting on pure adrenaline, Foley somehow hopes
onto the ring apron...]
PW: Turn around Chase!!
CL: I don't think Williams realizes Foley is on the top
rope....but....HE DOES NOW! FOLEY JUST FLIPPED OVER CHASE AND
POWERBOMB HIM TO THE MAT...
[As a result of the impact, Williams is holding his back in pain and
Foley is lying motionless in the ring.]
CL: Both men are down! It's carnage in the ring! It's a PVW MAIN
EVENT FOLKS!
BY: Foley pulling out all the stops! He wants this title and right now
through the pain and the blood I know he can taste it!
PW: Come on Brian he is only tasting his own blood!
[Slowly Caleb rolls over and barely drapes his right arm across the
chest of Chase Williams!]
ONE ...
TWO ...
THRRR ---
[The crowd lets out a collective groan as the champ inches up his
right shoulder. Foley lifts his head a few inches and the blood
continues to pour from his face, slowly covering the mat.
BY: I remember those days.
PW: What happened next?
BY: Lots and lots of needles.
[Chase rolls to his feet first and grabs Foley by the hair.]
PW: The champ is up first!
CL: Which is no surprise with the amount of punishment that he is
dished out on young Caleb!
[Williams places Caleb Foley’s head between his legs and grabs him by
the waist hoisting him high into the air. At the apex of the powerbomb
attempt Foley pushes himself over Williams’ head landing on his feet,
he reaches up and grabs Williams by the back of the head and drops
down executing a neckbreaker!]
BY: Great counter by Foley!
CL: And Foley is going for the win!
ONE ...
TWO ...
PW: And again the champ kicks out!
CL: In the last few minutes Foley has twice nearly become the PVW
Heavyweight Champion!
PW: This isn’t horseshoes Chip so nearly doesn’t count!
[Chase once again is to his feet first and throws a couple stomps at
Foley's shoulder and head all while cursing at the young man. He helps
Foley up and slaps him across the face, which seems to awaken Caleb,
who throws a wild right but Chase easily ducks it and snaps him
headfirst into the canvas, further damaging the neck and shoulder
with an armbar DDT!]
"_____TTTTTHHHHHUUUUUDDDDD!!!!!_____"
[High impact pop!]
CL: What a DDT by Williams as he continues to work over the neck and
shoulder area of the challenger!
[The crowd pops huge as Williams attempts to surprise Foley with the
Endgame, but Foley wisely slides under the bottom rope, tapping his
temple. Chase is irate as he screams at Foley to get back in the
ring.]
PW: Foley had better be careful. I don't know how wise further
inciting the champion would be.
BY: Not a good idea at all but Foley with the heads up to get out of
the ring cause if Chase hit’s that rolling armbar this match is over.
[Foley slowly wipes the blood from his face as Williams dares him to
get back into the ring. Foley looks over at his emotional parents and
nods his head to them before sliding into the ring. As he does so
Williams stomps him on the back of the head and pulls him quickly to
his feet. He whips him to the far side rope and lowers his head for a
back body drop but Caleb leap frogs over him rebounding hard off of
the near side ropes; Williams spins around and is speared out of his
boots! Foley quickly to his feet and executes a standing moonsault!]
CL: He calls that Irish Blessing!
[Foley drops down for the cover hooking the far side leg.]
ONE ...
TWO ...
PW: For only a split second were they smiling as the champ once again
kicks out!
[Foley stares at Jim Pearson for a second as he wonders what he is
going to have to do to keep Chase Williams down. Foley slowly gets to
his feet and once again wipes the blood from his eyes. The young
rookie glares at Chase Williams who has finally gotten to his feet as
well. Foley a dropkick to the knees that knocks the near 300 hundred
pounder to his knees. With a quick step Foley rushes forward driving
his knee into the skull of Williams.]
CL: Foley coming back!
BY: He caught Williams hard with that knee to the head and the champ
has just collapsed onto his back.
[The crowd begins to scream wildly for Foley as he rushes towards the
near side ropes leaping on the second rope and spring boarding himself
head over feet with a springboard moonsault!]
CL: That moonsault hit its mark!
BY: Foley showing the heart of a champ right now!
PW: There’s only one champ and that’s Chase Williams!
BY: I wouldn’t let Chris Hartt hear you say that.
PW: He was lucky to retain his title and the world knows it!
CL: And speaking of LUCK Foley is pulling Williams to his feet and
connects with a vicious kick to the mid section.
[Chase Williams doubles over and Caleb Foley rushes towards the ropes,
allowing himself to gain momentum as he rebounds off of them …]
CL: Nicely executed Running Neckbreaker, and Foley is going to the top
rope!
PW: Foley is looking to put this match away right here! Come on Chase
get up!
[Foley thrusts his arms to the side before leaping forward and
flipping a full 450 degrees in the air as flashbulbs illuminate the
arena Williams at the last possible second rolls out of the way and
Foley crashes face first into the
mat!]
PW: AN EMPTY POOL! See Brian that’s why Chase is the champ!
BY: I hope it’s more than just being able to roll out of the way that
made him the champ!
CL: Foley tried to put Williams away with the Irish Eyes are Smiling!
PW: And he came up short as those Irish Eyes were smiling on Chase
Williams!
[Chase slowly gets to his feet and kicks Foley in the ribs causing him
to flip over onto his stomach. Williams drops to his knees and just
grabs Foley by the throat and tries to choke the life out of him.]
BY: Frustration setting in with the champ!
PW: Of course it is! Foley should have been put away a while ago!
[Jim Pearson orders the break and Williams gets to his feet and tosses
Foley hard into the corner as the crowd boos like crazy, Williams
continues to choke the life out of Foley until he breaks the hold and
Foley slumps to the mat. Williams sees Foley slumped in the corner
and gets an idea. Williams backs off a few feet, gets a running
start, and.... ]
PW: Great move by Williams! He just drop-kicked Foley in the face
while he was slumped in the corner so a sandwich like maneuver was the
result!
[Williams seems pretty happy with the attack as he looks on at Foley's
agony and smiles a bit. However, the celebration is short lived as he
picks the Fighting Irishman up and drives a stiff closed fist straight
to his face...]
PW: MAN! I swear Chase Williams could easily be a boxer if he wanted
to! His hands are deadly weapons in 17 states and 5 foreign countries!
[As Foley holds his face, he is unable to guard himself from The
Conceited Bastard, who has just now bounced off the ropes, as he nails
him with a vicious lariat. Foley hits the mat hard and Williams now
looks down at The Fighting Irishman...
PW: DO IT CHAMP! I think you have him already! Foley doesn't have
that much inside of him!
CL: Would you keep to the facts for one night!? Foley will do
anything to win that
belt and Chase Williams should know that Caleb won't go down this
quick in a match.
PW: Won’t go down? Have you been paying attention Foley has hit the
mat more times than Tiger Woods has won the Masters!
BY: Does he always talk about golf?
PW: It’s a real man’s sport
BY: You tell that to Chase Williams and Caleb Foley ‘cause right now
both men are proving they are true athletes!
CL: These two men have absolutely left everything in the ring tonight.
I think everyone knew what to expect from the champ but Foley has been
phenomenal tonight. The heart of the youngster has been nothing short
of amazing.
BY: I have to admit I didn't expect such an amazing show by Foley! But
right now the youngster is getting schooled again!
[Foley can barely stand as Williams paintbrushes the rookie across the
face! Monster pop as Foley explodes and tackles Chase with a double
leg takedown and begins raining down punches! The ref intercedes and
the crowd deflates as he forces Foley backward. Chase finds his feet
and stumbles backwards into a corner, and Foley rushes in only to be
stopped short with a Thumb to the eye!]
PW: Ahhh the old standby. The Thumb to the Eye never fails!
[Williams quickly spins Foley around, cinching in a rear waistlock
before popping his hips and throwing all of Foley's weight over his
head...]
"_____TTTTTHHHHHUUUUUDDDDD!!!!!_____"
CL: High angle German Suplex but instead of releasing the hold he
rolls through and drops a groggy Foley on the back of his head a
second time!
"____TTTTTHHHHHUUUUUDDDDD!!!!!_____"
PW: He's taking him over again!
"_____TTTTTHHHHHUUUUUDDDDD!!!!!_____"
[Pop for the triple German Suplex combo. Chase climbs inside the
second rope and taunts the crowd with double middle fingers.]
CL: That was uncalled for. Does he have to be such a jerk.
PW: Yes, he does. The world needs people to hate, and he has so
graciously presented us with a perfect specimen. He's a humanitarian.
CL: Keep drinking the kool-aid Preston.
[He turns and drives a second rope fist drop square into the face of
the Irishmen!]
PW: The Champ just drove his fist into the face of the challenger from
the second rope!
BY: Williams right back to being in charge! He pulls Foley to his feet
once again …
CL: And somehow the kid fires back with a wild right hand!
[Williams is staggered back to the ropes and Foley continues his
assault of rights and lefts on the champ.]
CL: Foley continuing to fight back!
BY: The memories this kid is having me relive! Blood flowing, the
world against you ... come on kid!
PW: You’re supposed to be impartial!
CL: And when are you!
[Foley whips Williams off the far side ropes and Williams ducks a
clothesline but as he rebounds off of the near side ropes Foley grabs
Williams around the waist and lifts him up, turning 180 degree, and
slams him down as he sits out!]
CL: DELIVERY FROM DUBLIN! HE CAUGHT WILLIAMS WITH THE SIT-OUT
SPINEBUSTER!
PW: GOOD LORD NO!!
ONE ...
BY: Foley drove Williams hard into the mat! And we could be looking at
a new champion!
TWO ...
PW: This isn’t right!
[Williams drapes his leg over the bottom rope.]
THREE ???
[Pearson’s hand just about slams on the mat, but he stops a few inches
short and pats Foley on the back. Foley stands to his feet and begins
to jump for joy as on the outside the Foley’s hug one another tears
streaming from their eyes as their baby boy is ecstatic in the center
of the ring. Pearson thrusts Foley’s arm down and holds two fingers
high in the air! The crowd lets out a collective moan as Foley covers
his head with his hands and looks at the champ’s foot on the bottom
rope.]
BY: Foley just a mere moment away from being champion!
CL: I don’t know who is more heartbroken at the moment him or his
parents!
PW: Get up Chase and kill him for the heart attack!
[Foley grabs the champ and whips him towards the corner and as
Williams slams back first Foley rushes in driving his shoulder into
the midsection of Chase Williams causing the champ to gasp for breath.
Foley quickly lifts Williams onto his shoulders in a fireman’s carry
position.]
PW: Is Foley looking for the Death Valley Bomb?
[Williams begins to struggle and shifts his weight upon the shoulders
of Caleb Foley.]
CL: Chase Williams battling to get out of this predicament!
BY: As any champion would … and it looks like he might be able to slip
out of it as Foley can’t seem to maintain a wide enough base!
[Williams hooks the arm of Foley and rolls forward pulling the rookie
to the mat and locking his arm in the Endgame!]
PW: ENDGAME! WILLIAMS HIT THE ROLLING ARMBAR FROM THE DEATH VALLEY
BOMB!
CL: And Foley is screaming in pain!
BY: Williams doesn’t have it locked in tight though as Foley is
turning into it! He’s trying to alleviate some of the pressure!
PW: Come on Williams! Tighten it up!
[Foley is slowly able to get to his knees and relieving some pressure
but Williams refuses to release the hold! Caleb tries to power
Williams up but the 300 pounds of Williams will not budge. Foley looks
towards his parents, blood dripping from his nose, and a tear can be
seen forming in his eyes.]
BY: And Williams cinches in the Endgame tighter! Forcing Foley to his
back once again!
PW: Is Foley crying?!
[Foley screams before he slams the mat signifying his tap out!]
CL: AND FOLEY TAPS!
BY: The youngster didn’t have much of a choice once Williams locked
that Endgame in as tight as he did.
PW: I told you Foley didn’t stand a chance!
BY: Caleb and his family should be proud he took the champ to his
limits and I don’t think the reality of how close Chase Williams came
to losing the title has sunk in yet with anyone!
[Chase Williams stands to his feet and takes his PVW Championship from
Jim Pearson. He stands over Caleb Foley who is grabbing his arm in
pain and places the title in front of his nose. THIS WILL NEVER BE
YOURS! YOU’RE NOTHING FOLEY!]
BY: This is not the way for a champion to be acting! Both men gave it
their all and there is no reason for this at all.
[Chase Williams leans over the top rope and screams at the Foley’s.]
CL: Chase Williams is letting everyone know what he thinks of Caleb
Foley at the moment.
[Williams smirks and looks one more time at Caleb Foley and tosses the
belt to the mat as he does so. He grabs Foley’s head and pulls him to
his feet.]
CL: What is he doing now?!
[Williams steps behind Foley and bends him forward, as he does so he
grabs the right arm of Foley and pulls it back between their legs and
held, while the other arm is hooked.]
CL: Oh god he is looking for the Moment of Clarity?!!
BY: Damn Chase enough is enough!
[Brian tosses his head set to the table top and rushes from the table
sliding into the ring. He grabs Chase Williams by his shoulder
spinning him around forcing him to release Caleb Foley who hits the
mat and rolls to towards the apron.]
PW: What the heck gives Brian Young this right?!
CL: He is looking out for the safety of another athlete what is wrong
with that.
[We fade back to the Studio.]
DH: A touching moment indeed and what a way to end tonights
celebration of PVW in 2008! We look forward to PVW's surge in the
Wrestling industry as we head into 2009!
[We fade to the PVW logo as Greendays Good Riddance, Time Of Your Life
begins to play ...]
# Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road #
# Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go #
# So make the best of this test, and don't ask why #
# It's not a question, but a lesson learned in time #
[Caleb Foley goes into a standing moounsault. Outlaw stands in the
ring swinging a XBox controller. The WildCards seem doubled over
laughing as Christopher Michaelson stands with an obvious wig on.
William Craven stands snarling with an evil smile across his face as
Rick Marley backs away pointing to the ring.]
# It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right #
# I hope you had the time of your life #
[Gibson Hayes stands infront of a Hayes 2008 sign. A bloody Spectre
lays across a windshield in the parking lot with a madman's smile.
Lady Levinger rips back and smacks Nick Wright across his cheek.]
# So take the photographs, and still frames in your mind #
# Hang it on a shelf in good health and good time #
# Tattoos of memories and dead skin on trial #
# For what it's worth it was worth all the while #
[The Gutch breaks out in a dance. Rob Cole climbs the top rope and
leaps into the Worlds Ugliest Frog Splash. The popular youngster
Tucson Kid leaps into a Whiplash into the corner. Larry Gionet twists
Shayne Grissom into a tilt-a-whirl rib breaker!]
# It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right #
# I hope you had the time of your life #
[Quick Clips of PVW tag teams - Urban Legend, Killing Machines, Made
Men, and Jokers Wild ...]
# It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right #
# I hope you had the time of your life #
[Marcus Manson rips into a bone crushing heart punch, The Mercenary
raises his weapon of choice his Hailburton. Randy Acorn stands in an
cocky pose. Will Geddings raises his chair over Justin Cruise, but
drops it. Ronan Benedict catches the 365 ponder Chad Grimsson and
drops him in a DVD!]
# It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right #
# I hope you had the time of your life #
[Rapid fire clips ... Royal Family walk proudly to the ring with the
PVW Tag Team titles around their waste. Chris Hartt raises the PVW
Rising Phoenix Championship high in the air. The WildCards raise the
PVW Tag Team Titles in the air as Stevenson stands on the outside
jumping up and down. Brian Young on his knees cradles the PVW
Heavyweight Championship. The Prophets of Rage stand menacing with
the PVW Tag Team Titles proudly around their waist. Chase Williams
slowly raises the PVW Heavyweight Championship proudly high in the
air. And finally PVW's current Double Champion Gibson Hayes has the
PVW Network Championship on his left shoulder and the PVW American
Championship on his right shoulder as we fade ...]
PVW World Championship
PVW American Championship
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