[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 ...  The
PVW logo appears over a black background ...]


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                       / ____/| |/ / | |/ |/ /
                      /_/     |___/  |__/|__/



[It sounds like someone just slammed their foot on the gas pedal of a
1969 Mustang fastback... The tires spin and it takes off.  The SSN
logo comes crashing into the PVW and sits right at it's side.]


    ____ _    ___       __            __________ _   __
   / __ \ |  / / |     / /           / ___/ ___// | / /
  / /_/ / | / /| | /| / /  ______    \__ \\__ \/  |/ /
 / ____/| |/ / | |/ |/ /  /_____/   ___/ /__/ / /|  /
/_/     |___/  |__/|__/            /____/____/_/ |_/



[It's replaced with ...]


         ______               ___ __  _                ________
        /_  __/________ _____/ (_) /_(_)___  ____     /  _/  _/
         / / / ___/ __ `/ __  / / __/ / __ \/ __ \    / / / /
        / / / /  / /_/ / /_/ / / /_/ / /_/ / / / /  _/ /_/ /
       /_/ /_/   \__,_/\__,_/_/\__/_/\____/_/ /_/  /___/___/




[The spectacular opening of "O Fortuna" by Carl Orff begins play over
TV sets nation wide, okay anyone who has the Strickland Sports Network
on their cable package ....   Dramatic clips from past PVW shows begin
to cycle through ... As the clips begin to riffle through, there seems
to be an eerie theme building ... ]

-- Judd Marley is hoisted high in the air and just drove through a
table at the hands of The Prophets of Rage... --

-- A close up of Caleb Foley's forehead ... The blood is pouring out
like a faucet. --

-- Rob Cole in possibly PVW's most violent moment is seen sawing at
Spectre's throat with razor sharp barbed wire ... --

-- William Craven dawns the Major Damage mask as he lifts a helpless
Rick Marley up  and drives him down with a vicious Thunder Melter
right on the ring steps. --

-- The People's Hero turned back stabber, Brian Young stands in the
center of the ring beside himself screaming, "GIVE ME MY TITLE!!!"
over and over again ... --

-- Larry Gionet whips Shayne Grissom into the ropes, the superstar
with already injured broken ribs is lifted up with a massive tilt-a-
whirl _rib breaker_! --

-- At RFTA, Chase Williams pulls his rolling Kimura out of nowhere on
the young exciting rookie, Caleb Foley.  With his turmoil ill father
at ring side the Irish warrior attempts to fight.  With his arm near
snapping his eyes fill with water.  His father gives him a warm nod as
the youngster taps out. --

-- Will Geddings leaps with a picture perfect moonsault as flashbulbs
blink through the air ... --

-- The SSN pro trio of lawyers are seen walking down the aisle way.
Livestock on the left, The Gutch on the right, and Zeke Craven leads
the way in the middle. --

-- Wrestling icon, "Bad Boy" Randy Acorn survives the battle royal as
he walks the cat and brings himself back over the ropes to eliminate
Spectre.  Acorn drops to his knees and wipes the blood from his eyes
like the true warrior that he is.  The camera turns in slow motion as
flash bulbs flicker from the fans as a cocky "I told you so" grin
forms across the SSN chosen one.  --

[We fade right outside the Chiles Center in Portland Oregon.  It's
nearly show time and what's left of the late arriving fans are
attempting to rush through before bell time.

We change directions and cut inside the arena.  The camera fires
through panning on the rabid wrestling fans.  Signs are being shoved
in-front of the camera.  "PVW IS BACK, JACK!" / "I WANT TO HAVE COLE'S
BABY!" / "I SNUCK EL OUTLAW LOCO ACROSS THE BORDER!" / "ACORN IS A HAS
BEEN!" / "KISS ME I'M IRISH, CALEB!" / "RICK MARLEY FEARS SUCUESS!" /
OBAMA? NO!  McCAIN? NO!  VOTE GIBSON HAYES!" / "I LOVE UNICORNS!"

Pan to center of the arena ...  We zoom in on PVW's new majestic
wrestling ring.  The modern day Colosseum.  Down the sides of the ring
we see the PVW logo sitting next to the SSN logo.  Underneath it
surrounded by flames says - "The new revolution".  The old school
black turnbuckles have been replaced with gold.

The red and black ropes have been replaced with a black, gold,
black design.  Witch just happens to be the colors of the SSN logo.
Are we getting the picture yet?  In the center of the ring where the
giant Phoenix used to consume most of the center has been replaced
with a globe that has PVW - SSN circling the world.

The bright colors of gold, silver, and red fountain fireworks begin to
shoot from the turnbuckles...]





"__FAAASSSHHHOOOOM~!__"




"__KAAAABBBOOOOOOM~!__"




"__FAAASSSHHHOOOOM~!__"




"__KAAAABBBOOOOOOM~!__"




"__KAAAABBBOOOOOOM~!__"




"__FAAASSSHHHOOOOM~!__"




[The fireworks get a huge pop from the fans as we cut to ringside
where the broadcasting table is set up.  There are two familiar faces
behind the table.  On the left is hip, Chip Lester.   Chip has on a
PVW Polo design shirt.  To the right is former wrestling veteran and
broadcasting legend, "Fabulous" Fred Hoyle.  Hoyle has on a black
button up SSN shirt.]

CL: Hello wrestling fans Phoenix Valley Wrestling is back and we are
finally in Portland, Oregon with TRADITION II!




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: That's right you hear the PVW chant and we are live on Strickland
Sports Network on PRIME TIME TELEVISON!  I am Chip Lester and the man
sitting next to me is no stranger to the wrestling world, "Fabulous"
Fred Hoyle.

FH: Thank's for the grand introduction Chip.  It's good to be working
again.  I have a life style to protect and let me start off by
thanking SSN for this opportunity and for saving the Willingham's
failures.

CL: Not getting into any of the details PVW hit the wrestling world
full blast and quickly gathered a cult following.  Now that we are
back on the air full time we hope we can build on that foundation.

FH: That's right under the guidance of a professional, Christopher
Michaelson.

CL: Michaelson was a very good competitor early on inside the PVW.

FH: He will be an even better commissioner.

CL: A lot of changes are set to hit the PVW.  Rumors have been flying
about our PVW Heavyweight Champion, Brian Young.

FH: Yeah I heard he got a little sand in his -

[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.

FH: They would cheer for a monkey if they were told too do it.

CL: Herk Douglas is heading inside the ring and that means only one
thing ...

FH: Show time!


[The Offspring's 'Hammerhead' starts to play over the house
speakers.]

HD: At a combined weight of two four hundred and twenty five pounds
.... 'EL SALVALJE' . . . JOSEPH RIZAL ESTRADA and weighing and HARLEY
. . . QUINN . . . O'CONNOR!!!


Here is ...


JOKERS WILD !!!

# I AM THE ONE #
# CAMOUFLAGE AND GUNS #
# RISK MY LIFE #
# TO KEEP MY PEOPLE FROM HARM #

[Harley Quinn O'Connor emerges from the backstage area, with his face
painted like a clown's, with black face paint over a white base, and
dressed in a pair of black tights, with an image of a grinning clown's
face, in red on a white base, on the outside of the left leg and a
Joker playing card on the outside of the right, and black wrestling
boots. 'El Salvaje' Joseph Rizal Estrada emerges behind him dressed in
street clothes.]

# AUTHORITY #
# VESTED IN ME #
# I SACRIFICE #
# WITH MY BROTHERS IN ARMS #

[O'Connor raises his arms, circling and pumping his fist in the air as
he makes his way to the ring. Along the way, he high-fives and slaps
hands with the fans on either side of the aisle. Estrada just follows
wordlessly. As he nears the ringside area, O'Connor takes a running
start and slides under the bottom rope, into the ring. He pops quickly
back up and raises both his arms in the air. As the music starts to
fade, O'Connor paces about near his corner, awaiting the start of the
match, while Estrada remains on the outside.]

HD: Their opponents ....  At a combined weight of five hundred and
seventy five pounds ...


Here is ...


Stalker & Semi ...


URBAN LEGEND !!!


[[An almost morbid classical piece fades in over the loudspeaker,
reaching a short climax... and is abruptly cut off by a screeching
guitar riff as FM Revolver's "Black Dove" blasts over the P.A. system.

[A slightly red-tinged light provides ambiance to the entranceway as
two figures step out, causing a large pop to ripple through the
crowd.  The two men immediately make their way to the ring, the much
larger of the two pausing occasionally to slap hands with the fans.

[The towering Semi wears makes long, easy steps towards the ring,
wearing clean black jeans, a matching black tank covered by a
tabard-cut Monsters, Inc. shirt.  He pauses at one point to ruffle
the hair of a kid in a plastic Stalker mask.

[On the other side, the Stalker stares intently towards the ring
through his Tears of Blood mask.  His left forearm is in a plastic
protective cast, a light gray in contrast to the rest of his outfit:
black tights and boots, and a Prophets of Rage T-shirt.

[As the two make it to ring side ...  Harley Quinn O'Connor drops to
his knees and 'El Salvaje' Joseph Rizal Estrada takes off the ropes
and uses his partners back to launch himself off and onto an
unexpecting Urban Legend!]


*DING*DING*DING*





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	Tag Team Action, 20 Minute time limit:
	Urban Legend
	v. Jokers Wild

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FH: Whoa now that is a way to start the match.   Welcome to the PVW!

CL: Very unexpecting!

[Estrada dives back under the ring and Jokers Wild jump around hyping
up the crowd.   Stalker slides into the ring starting the match off
with Harley Quinn O'Connor.]

CL: Both teams are well liked by the fans.  Jokers Wild may be new to
the PVW, but these aren't rookies.

FH: Apparently not.

[A small face-off ensues ...  Stalker stands admiring O'Connor's face
paint as O'Connor gives Stalker's mask the once-over.]

FH: What is this make-up class?  Come on!

CL: There appears to be some respect between both teams.


*** LOCK UP POP!!! ***


FH: Finally ...

[The bigger O'Connor takes advantage, pressing Stalker against the
ropes and nailing him with a few chops to the chest to lighten him up.
O'Connor gives Stalker a whip off the ropes and nails Stalker with a
big shoulder tackle.]

CL: O'Connor is a bit bigger then Stalker, but Semi is the much larger
man in this match.

FH: He is also the dumbest.

CL: How do you figure?

FH: He hangs around with El Outlaw Loco doesn't he.

CL: Well I don't know i have only seen him hanging out with Outlaw.

FH: Same thing.

[O'Connor bounces off the ropes as Stalker pushes to get to his feet
but Stalker drops backwards with The Matrix as O'Connor dives at him.
O'Connor accidentally nails his own partner, knocking Estrada off the
apron with a forearm to the face.]

CL: Stalker showing his veteran wits!!!!

FH: Oops!

[O'Connor turns around only to get locked in a modified Octopus Hold.
'El Salvaje' Joseph Rizal Estrada reentered the ring and broke up the
submission then quickly exited the ring, standing back on the apron.]

CL: Heads up move by Estrada.

[Stalker quickly regaining the advantage tossed in a few high
knee's....  Stalker whipped O'Connor into the ropes, Stalker charged
in and climbed up O'Connor and rolled backwards with a monkey flip!]

CL: Stalker giving it to Quinn O'Connor!

FH: Just wait don't get too excited over there.

[Stalker tagged out to Semi, but before leaving, Semi delivered a
Suplex onto the ropes, crotching Harley Quinn O'Connor only for
Stalker to walk the ropes and hit a leaping enziguri ...]


"___THWAAAAAAP___"


CL: What a move by Stalker!

FH: Semi hooks a leg!




ONE ...




TWO ...




*** KICK OUT, THE MATCH WILL GO ON POP!!! ***


CL: No O'Connor with a kick out.

[Semi allowed Harley Quinn O'Connor to get to his feet and he tossed a
smooth right .... another .... another ...  He then side stepped to a
better angle and a big right hand ....  Semi backs up and charges with
a clothesline, but O'Connor ducks right under it and leaps with a body
press ....]


*** COUNTER POP!!! ***


FH: Semi catches him ...


"___CRAAAAACK___"


CL: HUGE BACK BREAKER!!  Semi hooks the leg again!


ONE ...


TWO ...


FH: O'Connor tosses his shoulder up!

[Joseph Rizal Estrada is on the outside clapping cheering his partner
on.  Semi lifts O'Connor up in a big bear hug and he squeezes.
O'Connor refuses to give up as the much bigger Semi continues to
squeeze.]

CL: Harley Quinn O'Connor looks to be in some trouble.   He is
refusing to give up.

FH: Just give up already!

[Fans split down the middle and cheer both men on.  Finally O'Connor
breaks out of the hold and Semi whips O'Connor off the ropes and goes
for a Spinebuster, but got dropped with a big 360 Tornado DDT
counter.]


*** COUNTER POP!!! ***


CL: WHOA WHAT A COUNTER BY O'CONNOR!!!

FH: Now here is where it gets interesting ...

[Harley Quinn O'Connor dives and tags in Estrada!  Who charges in and
springboards ... ASAI MOONSAULT!!!]


ONE ...


TWO ...


*** KICK OUT POP!!! ***


CL: Estrada has been waiting for the tag!  He is ready to fight!

[Estrada pulls the bigger man up and fires a handful of quick rapid
kicks... He hits a big knife edge chop ....  throat strike ....
Mongolian chop .... and finishes with a  side kick combo!]

CL: WHOA ... Estrada is a house of fire in there!  Semi can't seem to
catch the rapid fast Estrada.

[Estrada whips Semi off the ropes only to hit him with an high caliber
flying clothesline.]


ONE ...


TWO ...


THR ---


CL: NO SEMI JUST KICKS OUT!

[Estrada pulls up the much larger Semi and sets him up ... Snap
suplex!  Estrada then grabs the legs of Semi and turns ... Boston
Crab!!!!!]

CL: Semi is in trouble!!!!!  Estrada has the lock in and pulling
back!!!!!

[Stalker seems to be complaining to the official and Estrada leaps up
and JUMPING SIDE KICK INTO STALKER!!!!!]

CL: Estrada isn't taking anything from the veteran tag team!

FH: Why should he?  He has total control right now.

[Estrada pulls Semi up and goes for an Irish Whip, but Semi reverses
it .... SHORT-ARM CLOTHESLINE BY SEMI!!!!!!]

CL: That will slow things down.   Semi stumbles over and re-tags in
Stalker.

FH: Speed versus speed...

[Stalker comes rushing in as Estrada was getting to his feet...
Estrada springboards and flips right behind Stalker ... Stalker turns
and Estrada rifles a kick ... Stalker catches his foot and spins
Estrada around and sets him up for a northern lights suplex ...
Estrada flips out and grabs Stalker for a back slide pin!]


ONE ...


TWO ...


*** KICK OUT POP!!! ***


CL: What a series of counters!!!!  Stalker and Estrada is up, but
Stalker with a quick inside cradle!


ONE ...


TWO ...


THR ---


FH: Another kick out!

[Both men are quickly back to their feet and Stalker charges ...
Estrada ducks under and hits the ropes ...  Stalker goes for a back
body drop, but Estrada with a sun set flip!]


ONE ...


TWO ...


CL: Another Kick out!

[Stalker setting up for a  swinging neckbreaker, but has grabbed a leg
rather than hands to perform the twist ... Estrada throws Stalker back
into the air .... Stalker landed on his feet and caught Joseph Rizal
Estrada with a one-armed Spinebuster.]


"___THUUUUUUUUUUD___"


CL: Whoa what a counter!  These two are a counter machine out there.

FH: I have to admit it has been pretty darn entertaining.

CL: *Gasp*!

[The move brings Harley Quinn O'Connor into the ring ... He drops a
double fist hammer over the mid-back of Stalker.  Which provoked Semi
to enter and attack O'Connor.]

CL: All four men are inside the ring now!

[Semi and Stalker double team O'Connor and whip him into the ropes ...
Semi catches him and Stalker climbs the ropes quickly ... MISSILE
DROPKICK, but Semi holds onto O'Connor so he can't roll off with it!]

CL: What a double team move!

FH: Estrada is up ...

[Estrada delivers a big dropkick upside the head of Semi sending him
and O'Connor over the top rope to the outside. Estada turns and hits
Stalker with a high knee to the gut, doubling him over. Estrada then
hits a Bulldog to Stalker onto Estrada’s knee!]


"___SMAAAAAACK___"


CL: What an impact move!  Estrada is climbing the top ropes!!!
Stalker is slowly getting up ...

FH: This could spell trouble for Stalker.

[Estrada leaps with a off the top ropes side kick, Stalker rolls out
of the way just in time ... Estrada lands solidly on his feet and
turns ... Stalker out of nowhere grabs Estrada in a 3/4 facelock
bulldog .... ]

CL: ACE CRUSHER .... Wait looking at my notes it's the Harley Quinn
Crusher .... Stalker is known to pull out the finishers of his
opponents ...

FH: What a move of disrespect.  I hate those stinkin Urban Legend.


ONE ...


TWO ...


THREE !!!


*** HUGE AWESOME MATCH POP !!! ***


CL: URBAN LEGEND PULLED IT OUT!

FH: Booo!

[Semi and Harley Quinn O'Connor have both now rolled back inside the
ring.  Quinn checks over his partner and slowly helps him up.  Semi
and Stalker raise their arm in victory.]

CL: What a tag team spectacular.  Both teams looked amazing out there.
No ring rust for Urban Legend and what a debut by Jokers Wild.  Urban
Legend are no push overs.

[Semi and Stalker extend their hands and Estrada and O'Connor accept
the sign of respect ...]


*** HUGE RESPECT POP!!! ***


FH: I think I am going to be sick.

CL: What a classic tag team battle and it ends with a nice showing of
respect.  This is what wrestling is all about.

FH: Not when I was in the ring.  Slap a punk across the face!

CL: Ladies and gentlemen I was just handed an important message about
tonight's card from the newly appointed PVW Commissioner Christopher
Michaelson.

FH: Hopefully he is replacing you ...

CL: Tonight an unfortunate event occurred with the PVW Heavyweight
Champion confirming all the rumors by announcing his injury and that
he will not be able to defend the title. While it is sad that a
wrestler the caliber of Brian Young is no longer an active member of
the PVW roster it is a time for change and while we wish Mr. Young a
speedy recovery we must continue to build the new PVW and as such a
tournament will be held to crown a new heavyweight champion.

FH: How is that a major announcement? We already knew that!

CL: It continues on Fred.

FH: Oh ...

CL: Tonight's tag team match of Chase Williams, Will Geddings, Rob
Cole and Caleb Foley is going to crown the number one seed in the
tournament ... but this match is being changed slightly. You see in my
PVW there are rules and the consequences for one's actions. Rob Cole
what you did tonight was deplorable! It was unacceptable! So tonight
Rob Cole you will not be in that match. Tonight you will be punished!
You shall now be participating in the Scramble match against William
Craven, The Mercenary and Larry Gionet. EL Outlaw LOCO shall be taking
your place in the tag team match.

FH: Good Lord! The Commissioner is punishing Rob Cole! I'm honestly
not sure that is a smart move. But I have to say I like seeing
the man in charge take action!

CL: A bit ironic don't you think?  I mean I am all for justice, but
Rob Cole had earned the PVW number one contender spot and like your
401k under a liberal president it was stolen in the night.

FH: The difference is we have SSN running things and poor America has
well ...

CL: Point taken.

HD: Introducing first weighing in at two hundred and thirty two
pounds, from Tejada, Mexico ...


Here is ...



EL HIJO DEL SOL !!!


[The arena lights go down.  The beat of a base drum thumps louder and
louder. 8 beats play until the crowd hears , "One More Time".  A
ninth, tenth and eleventh beat respectively plays with each word.  A
red light overhead turns on simultaneously with each beat along with
flares coming up from the stage until the last flare on the word
Œtime¹ lets out with a sonic blast as ŒOne More Time¹ by Daft Punk
explodes through the sound system.  Standing at the smoke filled
entrance filled, banging his fist in the air to the rhythm of the
music is El Hijo Del Sol.  His valet Cosita leads the way in one of
her sexy, tight red dresses.  The lights from the entrance hall cuts a
path through the darkness of the arena as the figure that is El Hijo
Del Sol, begins his decent towards the squared circle.]

CL: One of the most raw talented wrestlers on the whole roster.  The
Mexican superstar has a huge task in front of him tonight.

FH: That's an understatement.

HD: His opponent ....  Standing at six foot nine and weighing in at
two hundred and ninety five pounds ... From Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
....



Here is ...



THE MISERY MACHINE ...


MARCUS MANSON !!!



[The lights in the arena suddenly go out completely. After just a
moment, we hear the haunting beginning of "Rooster" by Alice in
Chains, and the arena lights fade back up to wash the crowd in crimson
light.]

#Ain't found a way to kill me yet#
#Eyes burn with stingin' sweat#
#Seems ev'ry path leads me to nowhere#

[Marcus Manson steps out into the arena. He wears black boots and red
kneepads over black full length tights. His right hand is clad in a
black leather glove, and his long black hair is pulled back into a
ponytail.]

CL: Marcus Manson is set to make his PVW debut! Before our hiatus, he
was spotted in the crowd at Heatwave, and was set to have a try-out
match the following show. Looks like they decided to go ahead and just
sign him to a contract!

FH: Rightfully so, having a massively talented athlete like Marcus
Manson perform in a "try-out" match would have been an insult!

#Yeah, they come to snuff the rooster, ah yeah#
#Yeah, here come the rooster Yeah!#
#You know he ain't gonna die!#
#No, no, no... You know he ain't gonna die#

[Manson slowly makes his way down to the ring, eyes locked on his
opponent. He climbs the ring steps and briefly pulls his gaze away
from his opponent to look out at the crowd before stepping through the
ropes. As he enters he looks to the referee and asks "Are you
serious?" while pointing at the man across from him.]

CL: Did he just ask the ref if this was seriously his opponent?

FH: I think so. And now, El Hijo del Sol wants to shake Manson's hand.
Uhm, he obviously didn't do his homework.

[Surprisingly, Manson reaches out and accepts the handshake....]

CL: Looks like maybe he's not as mean as you remember

[...and absolutely LEVELS his opponent with a sickening short-arm
clothesline.]

FH: What was that you were saying?




*DING*DING*DING*




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	One on One Action, 20 Minute time limit:
	Marcus Manson
	v. El Hijo Del Sol

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[Manson walks past as the ref admonishes him for the cheap shot to El
Hijo. Manson turns just as El Hijo starts to get to his feet and lands
a big boot to the head.]

CL: Things are not starting off well for El Hijo.

FH: You have not lost you ability for understatements have you Chip?

[Manson stalks back to the kneeling El Hijo only to be met by a stiff
right hand by El Hijo to his gut.]

*Cosita leads the crowd as they come to life cheering for El Hijo.*

[El Hijo lands two more hard rights before grabbing Manson's head and
bracing it on his own.]



"__CRAAACK__"



CL: Jawbreaker by El Hijo!  After an abysmal start El Hijo is making
his presence known!  He goes to the ropes and...



"__WHAAAM__"



FH: Beautiful hang time there.

[El Hijo was attempting a running neck snap when Manson recovered and
landed a high backdrop.]

CL: That was quite impressive for Manson to so easily toss a 230 pound
man.

FH: Can you not see how big Manson is?

[El Hijo is up quickly, but holding the small of his back.
Methodically, Manson begins to stalk El Hijo once more.]

CL: El Hijo, showing no lack of fight, lands a kick right to the knee
of Manson.  He follows it up with a series of alternating kicks to
each knee!

FH: But look at the expression on the face of Manson.  He's more
annoyed than hurt.

[Faster than a man his size should be able to, Manson grabs El Hijo
under the arm and by the back of the head and throw him across the
ring.]

FH: Well, I knew that we would see El Hijo's high flying skill come
into play.

CL: El Hijo is having trouble finding a good starting point against
this monster.

[EL Hijo is slower to get up to his feet and is greeted by Manson
throwing him to the ropes.]

CL: Manson grabs El Hijo with a huge Tilt-a-Whirl back breaker!

FH: Look at Manson holding El Hijo over his knee.  Now this is the
Marcus Manson that I was telling you about Chip.

[El Hijo's arms flail as he tries to find some way to get out of the
grasp of Manson.]

[Manson tosses El Hijo to the mat before standing up and laying into
his fallen opponent with a couple of heavy kicks.  Cosita begins to
pound on the mat in an attempt to fire up El Hijo.]

CL: Manson once again moves in on El Hijo.

[Manson picks El Hijo up for a knee breaker, but before he can bring
the his opponent down El Hijo brings his free leg up landing a knee to
the jaw of Manson.]

CL: Manson was staggered by that knee from El Hijo!  El Hijo landing
on his feet bounces off the ropes and lands a perfect flying European
uppercut!

FH: Maybe I underestimated El Hijo.

[Pure rage spreads over Manson's face as he grabs El Hijo by the
throat and lands an enormous choke slam.]

FH: Nope, I was right.

CL: El Hijo rolls out of the ring to try and pull himself together.

FH: Manson's right behind him.



"__CRAAACK__"



CL: El Hijo sent head first into the ring post by Manson.

FH: Didn't you say he was trying to get a breather coming out here?

[Chip and Fred move back from the announcer's table as the reeling El
Hijo falls on top of the table.  Manson is right on top of him as he
starts to  slam El Hijo's head repeatedly into the table.  The referee
comes over telling Manson to take it back into the ring.]

CL: Manson finally taking the action away from our table.  He's picked
El Hijo up like a sack of potatoes and is carrying him around the
ringside area.

FH: The real shame is how upset Cosita looks about all of this.  She
should have known that this match was gonna go this way.

[Manson crushes El Hijo's back into the ring post one more time before
throwing him back into the ring under the bottom rope.]

CL: Manson takes his time getting back into the ring.  El Hijo up to
his hands and knees.



"__THUUUD__"



FH: Fist drop to the back of the head as El Hijo attempts to get up.
Now that's style!

CL: El Hijo laying there very still.  It's not looking good right now.

[Manson picks El Hijo up for a shoulder breaker that leaves him
staring up at the lights.]

CL: The big man starts to climb the ropes!

FH: This could be the end for El Hijo!

[Manson falls from the turnbuckle with a diving head butt.]



"__BOOOM__"



CL: Manson misses the diving head butt!!!  El Hijo has to pull it
together right now if he has any hope of pulling this one out!

FH: To be honest I don't think it will matter.

[Both men begin to roll back and forth on the canvas.  Each of them
trying to be the first to get to his feet.]

CL: El Hijo is unsteady, but up!  He's staggering over to the still
prone Manson and he comes down a snap elbow drop!

FH: There wasn't much snap in that elbow drop.  El Hijo's taken quite
a beating and it's starting to show.

[Both men begin to come to their feet once again.  El Hijo gets to his
feet first and fires off a wicked snap kick to the side of Manson's
head.]

CL: Cosita is cheering El Hijo on as he can feel his chances rising!

[El Hijo bounce off the ropes building speed for his next move.]



"__SLAAAM__"



FH: Flying shoulder block by Manson!  Talk about springing into
action!

CL: El Hijo was knocked out of his boots by that one.

[Not wasting a moment Manson throws El Hijo to the ropes lifting him
high into the air for a flapjack.]



"__BOOOM__"



CL: On the way down Manson caught EL Hijo with a spine buster!

FH: He calls that the Flapjack Spine buster, appropriately enough.

CL: I think El Hijo's brief flurry of offense has awakened the giant.
He's grabbing El Hijo for what looks to be a power bomb.


PVW!!!

PVW!!!

PVW!!!


FH: Manson just power bombed El Hijo into the turnbuckle.  El Hijo
almost snapped like a twig!

CL: El Hijo is laying slumped at the base of the turnbuckle.  Manson
is starting to kick his helpless opponent over and over.

[The ref starts to count on Manson to cease the assault.]



ONE...



TWO...



THREE...



FOUR...



CL: Manson finally breaks off the attack.  He's walking over to the
far turnbuckle and takes a seat on top of it.

FH: The ref is starting to give El Hijo a ten count.

CL: El Hijo isn't being very responsive and I think the ref is doing
him a favor here.

[Manson is motioning to his wrist as if to say this is taking too
long. As the referee reaches a count of seven, Manson walks over and
pulls El Hijo to his feet before mowing him down with a short-arm
clothesline.]

CL: This one looks to be over.  Manson has be in charge for the major
of time here and has not once attempted to put away El Hijo.

[In a show of power Manson presses El Hijo high over his head.  Manson
then hits the Comedown on El Hijo.  el Hijo begins to thrash around
as he hits the mat with the majority of the impact falling on his neck
and shoulders.]

FH: Now we reach the point of the match where Manson just wants to
send a message to the other guys in the locker room.

[Manson grabs El Hijo and lifts him into a high vertical suplex,
holding him in position.  After holding El Hijo up for what seemed
forever, Manson releases the hold into a reverse neck breaker.]

CL: Manson is pulling El Hijo to a standing position and locking the
arm behind his head.

FH: I've seen this before and it's not going to be pretty Chip.

[Manson unloads a vicious heart punch on the defenseless El Hijo.]

CL: El Hijo slumps to the mat and it's just academic at this point.



ONE...



TWO...



THREE!!!



FH: What did I tell you Chip!  Manson is not someone that you play
with.

CL: Looks like Manson has something to say...

Marcus Manson: A lot can happen in so little time. Just about a week
ago, I wasn't even sure if I'd be signed to PVW, and tonight I stood
in this ring across from someone who isn't fit to lace my boots, much
less try and wrestle me. Needless to say, he didn't do a very good
job.

[BOOOOOOOOOO!]

MM: What? You actually liked that guy? You people have questionable
taste.

[Manson smirks. More boos. ]

MM: Needless to say, this wasn't exactly how I planned my PVW debut to
go, but sometimes life throws you curve balls. Well, let me tell you
something - I will hit a grand slam... Every... Single.... TIME. I
have a PVW contract. An extremely lucrative contract, with a generous
signing bonus... among other benefits. But you don't want to hear
about that... the guys in the back don't want to hear about that...
but you should. Everyone should listen very, very closely...  Because
with my arrival the PVW landscape has changed. Everything is different
now. But most importantly, listen to me when I say this...

[The camera gets a close up of Manson's face as he leans forward on
the ropes.]

MM: Be afraid. Beware, PVW. The Misery Machine has arrived. Marcus
Manson is here to stay. I have but one question for you.

[Manson pauses, and the crowd boos again. Manson simply laughs.]

MM: PVW... Can YOU handle the Misery?

[FZZT! Manson tosses the mic down, and leaves the ring.]

FH: Let me be the first to say, No they can't.

CL: An impressive debut by Marcus Manson.  He made quite a name for
himself in the UEW and with the Widowmakers.  I wonder if his arrival
has something to do with a Rick Marley.

FH: Good question I never even thought about that.

CL: Though I would think WMI would have a difficult time coexisting
with both The Mercenary and Marcus Manson.

["La Cucaracha" blasts through the arena.  The crowd pop as El Outlaw
Loco comes out from the back.  He walks past Marcus Manson who glares
at him as he heads to the back.]

CL: PVW's newest superstar El Outlaw Loco is here.

FH: You know that's Outlaw right?

CL: According to what I was given by the production team, that's El
Outlaw Loco.

[El Outlaw Loco drags a table behind him towards the ringside area.
On the table is a large duffel bag.]

FH: That idiot is bringing his own table to the ring?  Nothing good
can come of this.

CL: I've got to agree with you on this one.  Apparently El Outlaw Loco
is a master of the table match.

[El Outlaw Loco sets up the table a couple of feet away from the
announcers table.  He grabs a couple of chairs from the ringside area,
and sets them up behind the table.]

FH: What the heck is he doing?

CL: I have no idea.  Can someone from the production team give us some
information here?

[El Outlaw Loco pulls out a couple of headsets from his duffel bag,
and lays them on the table.  He grabs a mic off the time keepers table
and rolls into the ring.]

FH: Great, now he's going to speak.

[The crowd noise dies down as El Outlaw Loco brings the mic up to his
masked face.]

El Outlaw Loco:  Jou know, my people back home can't enjoy [señal] PVW
because of the [señal] language barrier.  So tonight, for all my
people in Mehico, I've solved this [señal] problem mang.  I'm going to
set up my own [señal] Spanish announcers table for the night.

[Crowd pop.]

CL: You were right.. nothing good ever comes from having a Spanish
announcers table other than someone being put through it.

El Outlaw Loco: I will need some fellow Latinos to [señal] man the
table for the night while I [señal] wrestle.

[El Outlaw Loco drops the mic and makes his way towards the crowd
spotting two native American Indians.  He signals for them to climb
the railing.]

FH: If those guys are Latino, I'm Asian.

[El Outlaw Loco sets up the Indians at the Spanish announcers table
with unconnected headsets and TV sets.]

CL: You know, maybe this might work.

FH: Are you nuts?

CL: Maybe El Outlaw Loco is rubbing off on me.

[El Outlaw Loco gives the two confused Indians a thumbs up, before
making his way to the back..]

CL: Hey how are you guys doing?

[The two guys look confused ...]

Guy 1: Testing ... Testing ...

FH: Sorry we don't speak that language.  How about you guys just sit
there and pretend to follow that lunatic's orders.  Leave the
broadcasting to the professionals ...

CL: Well ..

FH: Then again they send this monkey down here so maybe you guys might
do alright after all.

CL: Folks let's cut to an earlier taped segment.  Apparently this is
between Tommy Ryder and Rick Marley.

[The camera cuts back stage to the plus accomodations accorded to
Widowmakers Inc.  "Showtime" Rick Marley, The Mercenary,  and
"Pokerface" Mark Masterson all lounge in various places around the
room on overstuffed chairs as Nick "Always" Wright stretches for his
match with "The Phenom" Tommy Ryder.  A sharp knock at the door brings
all four men to their feet with a wary look.  Marley picks up his five
pound sledge hammer as Merc hoists his Haliburton and opens the door
to reveal none other than Tommy Ryder himself. Ryder glares at Wright
who blows a kiss and smirks in response.  Taking a deep breath, Tommy
stares a hole into Marley.]

TR: Marley, we need to talk.

[Marley smiles and looks at his three stable mates with a shrug.]

RM: I'm all ears, Tommy-boy.

[Ryder glared again for a moment before continuing.]

TR: Here's the deal: I'm gonna take your boy there apart for what he
did to Laurel...

[Nick and the rest of WMI make appropriately mocking expressions as
Marley waved them quiet and Tommy continued.]

TR: But even I know to get a shot at doing that, you guys need to keep
out of it.

[Marley raises an eyebrow.]

RM: Kiddo, why in the hell would we agree to something like that?

TR: Because if you agree to it, I'll leave the building before your
match with Tucson Kid.

[The four members of WMI look at each other for a moment before Marley
turns back to Ryder, his eyes narrow and a slight smile on his face.]

RM: So if we stay in the building during the Parking lot brawl.
You'll walk out, no questions asked?

TR: If you guys hold up your end: yes.

RM: Kiddo, you got yourself a deal.

[Marley holds out his right hand, and Ryder (looking like he was
reaching out to grasp a live snake), clasped Marley's hand
and shook.]

[The camera cuts back to the ringside area revealing PVW's A announce
team: Chip Lester and "Fabulous" Fred Hoyle.]

FH: And suddenly we see how much Tucson Kid's friendship is worth to
Tommy Ryder: WMI non-interference in a match...thirty pieces of
silver...how much was Tucson Kid's safety and well-being worth to
Ryder?

CL: Don't you think you're being a bit harsh, Fred?

FH: Not even a little bit!  Lady Laurel Levinger snapped her fingers
and Tommy Ryder dropped Tucson Kid like a bad habit.

CL: I'm a bit surprised that you're coming out so strongly against
this...

FH: Against it?  I LOVE it!  It's about time that Ryder is showing the
sort of killer instinct that guys like Randy Acorn, Will Geddings and
Livestock and Gutch do.  He keeps this up and the guys upstairs will
show him the love...mark my words.

CL: Instead of 'the love', we'll be seeing the captain of Widowmakers
Inc going toe to toe with the only guy in PVW that's hung a loss on
him.

FH: The little cheating sneak.

CL: He pinned Marley fair and square, Fred.

FH: He used a foreign object!  He drugged Marley before the match!  He
paid off the ref...he used a hold that I don't approve of!

CL: Are there any holds you DO approve of?

FH: I quite enjoy a good ole' fashioned punch in the face...

CL: It's time for the good old fashion blood feud Parking lot brawl!

FH: Finally we get to see Nick Wright get to work on Tommy Ryder.

[We cut to just outside the Civic Center...]

CL: Tommy Ryder is awaiting the arrival of Nick Wright in the back
parking lot of the Arena, I wonder if Wright has the guts to leave
Widow Makers Inc. in the building and fight his own battle.

FH: Ryder's boyfriend is out here. You don't actually believe that
Laurel is gonna be able to keep her nose out of this thing? I don't
know what you're smoking, but you gotta tell me where 'ya get it. I
for one...



"_____CCCCCRRRRRAAAAACCCCCKKKKK!!!!!_____"



[Nick Wrights appears behind Ryder and smacks him in the back of the
head.]

CL: Ladies and gentlemen Nick Wright has arrived.

FH: In grand fashion might I add.



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    One on One Action, 20 Minute Parking Lot Brawl:
    Tommy Ryder
    v. Nick Wright

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[Laurel screams un pleasantries at Wright as he pulls Ryder up,
slapping him across the face. He measures him for another shot with
the hubcap, and brings out down viciously across the crown of Ryder's
head.]

CL: Nick Wright looks like he means to end Tommy Ryder here tonight
Fred.

FH: And why not? Ryder has been a fly in the ointment for WMI, and he
is being dealt with accordingly.

[The crowd pops inside the arena as Wright turns on Levinger with a
smirk. He takes a step forward, and she takes a step back, not wanting
to but heads with Wright.]

CL: Nick don't do this!

FH: Let her have it Nicky! Its less than she deserves by far!!

CL: You are one sick bastard Fred.

[But it was all a ruse and as Wright slowly raises the hubcap over his
head to crown Levinger, she springs forward lightning fast and rocks
him with right hand that sends him to his knees in an explosion of
quarters!]

CL: What a shot! A loaded right hand by Levinger just dropped Wright
to one knee

[MONSTER Pop! Wright is dropped to his knees as Levinger tosses the
remaining quarters in his face and walks away. Ryder appears in the
shot at a full sprint and _drills_ Wright in the face with a massive
shining Wizard!]



"_____CCCCCRRRRRUUUUUNNNNNCCCCCHHHHH!!!!!_____



CL: What a shining Wizard by Tommy Ryder! I think I heard Wrights nose
shatter in here!

FH: What the hell? When did this become a handicap match!?! Rick we
need you!


[Ryder grabs the hubcap and wraps it around Wright's head for good
measure.]



"_____CCCCCRRRRRAAAAACCCCCKKKKK!!!!!_____"



CL: What a shot! It looks like Ryder came to play tonight is well.
We're in for a helluva fight.

[Ryder begins peppering Wright with a series of lightning fast kicks
as he attempts to get to his feet. A back elbow by Ryder knocks him
back first into a car and another back elbow has him slumped to the
cement up right due to the support of the car.]

FH: This is a miscarriage of justice. If not for that women, and I use
that term loosely, this thing would already be over. If it had been
Marley interfering on Wrights behalf, people would cry fowl but they
cheer when its to Ryder's benefit. What a pant load!

[Slumped against the car, Wright is still smirking and yells at Tommy
"Bring it on, is that all you got? More than happy to oblige, Ryder
steps forward to pull wright up by his hair, but Nick has other plans
and grabs him by the front of his tights and pulls him headfirst
through the passenger window!]



"_____CCCCCRRRRRAAAAASSSSSHHHHH!!!!!_____"



[Roof-blowing hardcore pop inside the arena!]

CL: JESUS JUMPING CHRIST RYDER WAS JUST FORCED HEADFIRST THROUGH THAT
WINDOW!

FH: Thats what I like to call karma. Finish him off Nick. In style!

[Wright pulls A limp Ryder from the wreckage off the window and
promptly shoves him headfirst through the rear passenger window!]



"_____CCCCCRRRRRAAAAASSSSSHHHHH!!!!!_____"



CL: Good lord Ryder gets put headfirst through another window and his
face is covered in blood now.  Fans this has been absolutely brutal.
Ryder is in a bad way, and if he doesn't do something quick this is
gonna get very very ugly.

FH: Just like I like it. Beat this punk like he's beeng begging you to
do for weeks Nick. Make WMI proud.

CL: At the high rate of injuries in the early going I don't expect
this match will go past the twenty minute time limit.

FH: That's all the time Nick Wright needs to punish this punk.

[Nick Wright stumbles backwards a towards a small sign marked
"Security" stands at the end of a parking space, indicating that only
officers of the peace should park there.]

CL: Nick Wright has grabbed the sign and is pulling it from the ground
...

[The sign is old and easily wrought from the ground ... A cut open
Tommy Ryder has began to make his way towards Nick Wright...  The Made
Men turns with a baseball swing --- ]


"___SMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK___"


FH: Nick Wright just smashed that sign right across the face of Tommy
Ryder he stumbles barley staying on his feet ....

[Wright drops the sign and grabs a hold of the dazed Tommy Ryder and
SWINGING NECKBREAKER RIGHT ON THE MANGLED SIGN AND CONCRETE!!!!]

CL: Good gawd!  The sound of the impact was just NASTY!

FH: Levinger is nowhere to be found.  I guess she couldn't stand
watching her boyfriend get smashed.

CL: Knowing Levinger she is around here somewhere.

[Nick Wright is back up and spits on the now busted clearly open
Tommy Ryder.  Blood stains the cement as he lays breathing hard.
Nick Wright grabs a hold of, "The Phenom" and slumps him against the
Security cart.]

CL: What's Nick Wright doing now?  He is backing away and he points
towards Ryder and takes off ...

[He leaps into a shining wizard, but at the very last second Ryder
moves out of the way and Wright sends his knee with full impact right
into that security cart ...]


"___THWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAPPPPPPP___"


FH: Ryder was damn lucky!  That would have finished the match right
there!

CL: Wright is in some severe pain holding that knee cap.

[For those TV viewers, you hear quite a few Muted drops as Wright
cusses up a storm holding his knee.  The bloodied and still dazed
Tommy Ryder has made it to his feet, thanks to the parked security
cart.]

CL: Ryder now has the wobble Wright on his feet now.  He turns and
whips him into another parked car ...

[Nick Wright slumps against the car, Tommy Ryder takes off and runs up
Wright for the Stepping Stone.  As Ryder puts his foot on Nick's
shoulder he extends both hands in Nick Wright's face and offers him up
a double finger before kicking him straight in the face.]


"___THWAAAAP___"


FH: How disrespectful!

CL: Let's not even talk about respect.

[Wright stumbles forward and Ryder catches him and locks a leg ...
FISHERMAN SUPLEX --- ]


"___THUUUUUUUUD___"


ONE !!!


TWO !!!


*** HEEL KICK OUT POP!!! ***


CL: Close call, but Wright was able to kick out.

FH: You can't pin Nick Wright that easily.

[The fight spills into a driving lane of the parking lot.  A car stops
so it doesn't hit the men.  Nick throws a dazed Ryder onto the hood of
the car, pulls out the driver, hops in, and drives at unsafe-when-
carrying-humans-on-the-hood speeds to an open garage door at the rear
of the arena.  Ryder slides off when Nick brakes, and two members of
WMI are waiting in the garage for him when he lands. Mark Masterson
and The Mercenary stand over the fallen Ryder, as a bound and gagged
Lady Levinger can be seen on the floor in the background]

CL: What the hell? I thought these jackals agreed to stay in the
building!

FH: They're in a _BUILDING_ Chip. D' uh. Oh and theres Lady Levinger.
And might I add, she has _never_ looked better. Haha.

CL: You need mental help Fred.

[Like a pack of wild dogs Masterson and the Mercenary are all over
Ryder with stomps and kicks to the head and ribs. Ryder attempts to
cover up as Wright watches laughing still in the drivers seat of the
vehicle.]

CL: This is deplorable!

FH: This is awesome!!

[Masterson pulls a damn near limp Ryder to his feet  and grabs his
arms, holding him up to take some more shots from the Mercenary but as
he turns him towards his trusted associate, Ryder catches a glimpse of
a bound and gagged Lady Levinger on the cold cement floor, and he
becomes ENRAGED!

CL: Tommy finally showing some life as he finally notices Levinger, he
drills the Mercenary in the gut with a boot, then springs off the back
of his head!

[Not only forcing the Mercenary into the cement face first, but
sending Ryder over the top of, and behind Masterson, catching his head
on the way down to introduce Masterson to the cement as well.]


"_____SSSSSPPPPPLLLLLAAAAATTTTT!!!!!_____"


FH: No No No!! This is not supposed to happen. where the hell is
Nick!?!

[As if having the same thought himself Ryder turns to look for
Wright.]



"_____TTTTTHHHHHWWWWWAAAAACCCCCKKKKK!!!!!_____"



CL: RYDER JUST TURNED RIGHT INTO A THRUST KICK FROM WRIGHT THAT ALMOST
TOOK HIS HEAD OFF!

FH: Whew. with the brief flurry out of the way, we can get back to the
matter at hand. Nick grabs the punk by his stringy hair, and begins
dragging Ryder out of the garage ramming him headfirst into various
objects along the way.

[Wright drags Ryder onto the hood of the closest car as they finally
leave the garage, and Wright scissors his head, and positions Ryder to
power bomb him through the windshield.]

CL: If he hits this Ryder is _done_.

FH: RIP Tommy Ryder!

[Ryder tries to lift Tommy into a power bomb position but Ryder
struggles against it, instead somehow mustering the strength to force
Ryder over his own head, and crashing down back first onto the roof
off the car.]



_CCCCCRRRRRUUUUUNNNNNNCCCCCHHHHH!!!!!_____"



[Never Say Die Tommy We Love you Hardcore Pop!]

CL: Ryder is not done yet fans.

FH: Not done? That was all he had left! Look at him slumped on
lifelessly on the hood of the car. Doesn't look like he's doing much
to me, and Wright is already sitting up to resume the assault.

[Wright slides down the windshield onto his feet, standing at the feet
of Ryder. As he reaches for Ryder's leg he catches a nasty boot to the
jaw and he ends up landing on the windshield, sending spidering cracks
in every direction.]

CL: Wright was lucky he didn't go through that windshield himself.

[To the amazement of well, everyone, Ryder kips up on the hood in the
blink of an eye and smashes Wright the rest of the way through the
aforementioned windshield with a basement dropkick.]


"_____CCCCCRRRRRAAAAASSSSSHHHHH!!!!!_____"


[Go Tommy Go Pop!]

FH: Who is this kid Rocky!?!

CL; Tommy Ryder has the heart of a lion!

[covered in crimson and nearly dead Ryder slides off the hood of the
car and unsteadily onto his feet, trying to shake out the cobwebs as
he makes his way to the car door, and opens it to drag Wright out of
the wreckage. He grabs him by his hair and begins dragging him out of
the car but Wright swings an unidentified object over his head and
slams it into Ryders face with all the momentum he can create, sending
the unsuspecting Ryder flying backwards and landing hard, spread-
eagled on the concrete, most likely unconscious.]

CL: What the hell did he hit him with?!? It knocked Ryder into next
week! He might be out.

FH: I smell the end!

[Wright slowly drags himself the rest of the way out of the car and
slumps to the ground, leaning against it and breathing heavily.]

CL: Wright looks to be calculating his next move and taking a
breather. Ryder has yet to move from where he landed.

FH: Finish him!

CL: What is this Mortal Kombat?

FH: Shut up Chip. Pay attention.

[Wright slowly drags himself to his feet and stalks the fallen Ryder.
He drags his lifeless body of the cement and snap DDT's him back down
viciously.]


"_____CCCCCRRRRRUUUUUNNNNNCCCCCHHHHH!!!!!_____"


CL: Good god just pin him Nick! Haven't you done enough!?!

[But Wright refuses to end the massacre and instead begins
looking around for... something. Looking, his eyes finally light up as
he spies a nearby box truck. He drags Ryder over next to it, and
climbs to the roof, taunting Ryder from high above he leaps...]


"_____TTTTTHHHHHUUUUUDDDDD!!!!!_____"


"___CRAAAAASSSSSSHHHHH!!!!!!!!____"


[Finisher pop!!!]

CL: Spin Cycle 360 Splash, but Ryder just rolled out of the way!

FH: Both mean are laid flat on the cement ...

[Nick Wright lays flat on the cement motionless ... Tommy Ryder crawls
slowly and just puts an arm on top of him ...]


ONE ...


TWO ...


THREE ???


*** HEEL POP !!! ***


FH: Wright just moved his shoulder!

CL: Neither one of these two men want to quit!

FH: Hell both men _Should_ quit.

CL: I'm not sure either man can take quite much more.  Tommy Ryder has
over come all odds and he came just _MILISECONDS_ away.

FH: Come on Nick...

CL: This match needs to end ... It ranks up there with Spectre and
Cole as one of the most brutal matches in PVW history.

FH: And we still have a Tables Match to get too!

[As if in response, the ref begins waving his arms and calling for the
bell as time expires in the match.]

FH: Booooo! I wanna see more!

CL: Thank god this match has a time limit. Neither man is getting up.
But Marley and The Mercenary have appeared, helping Wright up.

[All three eyeball Ryder, but only Wright stumbles forward, simply
spitting at Ryder before the three turn and walk back into the arena.
Laurel streaks past them and drops to he knees, checking on Tommy. The
medical staff is not far behind.]

CL: Good lord this isn't even CLOSE to being over.   It was just
another chapter in their blood feud.

FH: WMI will finish him trust me.

CL: They had their opportunity to finish him tonight, but they
couldn't.  Tommy Ryder is what this sport is all about.  He is 110%
heart.  Even a band of thugs can't keep the kid down.

FH: Where was William Craven through all this?

CL: Well his match is next.  I am sure he has his own pre-match
preparations he goes through.

FH: Perhaps we are seeing the true William Craven.  The one Rick
Marley warned us about.

CL: And what's that?

FH: Only cares for himself.

CL: Either way .. Tommy Ryder is becoming a huge fan favorite here in
the PVW.  The more the WMI tries, the stronger and more popular he
gets.   We are seeing a superstar blossom before our eyes.

FH: Oh brother.

CL: As much as I would like to sit here and debate this with you we
are back in the arena and it's almost time to continue
with our huge four man scramble match.

FH: With an added Rob freaking Cole!

CL:  The rules of this upcoming scramble match allow all four men to
be in the ring at the same all looking for victory.

FH: How can you call this a match? It's going to be nothing more than
a clusterf ---

CL: FRED! SSN maybe the reason for the PVW's re-launch but I don't
think they would be able to keep the FFC off of us with language.

FH: We all know I love a good wrestling match Chip, but this ... this
scramble will be the furthest thing from that! Hell you say what Rob
Cole did just moments ago to the new Commissioner!

CL: That I did, but he was the number one contender to the PVW
Heavyweight Championship!

FH: That was long time ago and a different PVW!

HD: And coming to the ring first ...  From Detroit, Michigan ...



*** HUGE POP!!! ***


WILLIAM CRAVEN !!!


[Black.  Twin pinpoints of red spring to life as a rhythm guitar plays
the opening strains of 'Space Lord' by Monster Magnet.  A red line
reverberates between them and off the sides of the screen, keeping
time with the rhythm of the guitar.]

#I've been stuffed in your pocket for the last hundred days.#
#When I don't get my bath I take it out on the slaves,#

[Cut to the arena, where a red spotlight shows on the entrance
portal.]

#So grease up your baby for the ball on the hill,#
#now, polish them rockets now, and swallow those pills,#

[The lights in the arena darken, and the crowd becomes hushed.  On the
big screen over the entrance portal, the red light and reverberating
line become a pattern of cracks that form the word 'Craven'.]

#and sing... Whoaaaaa space lord mother, mother.#

[A short instrumental interlude, then an explosion of sound.]

#I LEFT MY THRONE A MILLION MILES AWAY!#
#I DRINK FROM YOUR TIT!#
#I SING YOUR BLUES EVERY DAY!#

[Bursting from the back comes a large figure, holding high what looks
to be a kendo stick.  Wearing nothing but a pair of camouflage pants
as his hands and feet are wrapped in red gauze.]

#NOW GIVE ME STRENGTH,#
#TO SPLIT THE WORLD IN TWO, YEAH!#
#I ATE ALL THE REST, AND NOW I GOTTA EAT YOU!#

[Stopping before the entrance portal, he is bathed in a storm of
flaming sparks.]

#Well I sing,#

#WHOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHH!#

#SPACE LORD, MOTHER, MOTHER!#

[The fans are on their feet cheering on The Motor City Madman as

#WHOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHH!#
#SPACE LORD, MOTHER, MOTHER!#

[Walking the aisle, Bill slaps a few hands.]

#I lost my soul when I fell to earth.#
#My planet's called me to the void of my birth.#

[He stops by the ring apron.]

#The time has come for me to kill this game.#
#NOW OPEN WIDE AND SAY MY NAAAAAAAAAME!#

[Sliding into the ring, Bill climbs the turnbuckle waggles his twin
tongues between his gaped and sharpened teeth.]

#Well I sing,#

#WHOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHH!#

#SPACE LORD, MOTHER, MOTHER!#

#WHOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHH!#
#SPACE LORD, MOTHER, MOTHER!#

[Hopping down, Bill turns to stare at the entrance way.]

[The lights dim to black as the booming intro of "Driven" by Sevendust
can be heard through the PA system.]

(stop the man)

From endin' up with all the chips so he can't

(promise him an only chance)

To have the freedom that's been takin' from me

[Mini Strobe lights rotating between blue and red flash up the
scaffolding, circling in the dark chaos of the darkened archway
illuminating the figure of a man standing in the darkness. The lights
begin flashing near the rampway off and on surrounding now the visible
figure of Larry Gionet before fading out again. Larry Gionet steps
up out onto the stage as loud fireworks shoot up in stereo bursts from
either side of the stage!  He looks across the sea of fans as a chorus
of boos resonate throughout the arena.]

(you - can - try - to - lift - your - head - no)

You fucked up with me now live with the truth

Find a reason to lie (try)

[Larry Gionet slowly walks to the ring as the boos become louder. He
wears his red and black half long tights with his name in red slash
lettering, black kneepads and black boots.  Without hesitation, he
just shrugs off the noise heard from the crowd.  With a menacing look
on his face, he stops at ringside and raises a head to stare
at the crowd with a deep stare taking in a very deep breath.  The fans
become a blur as he turns towards the ring]

Seems like it hasn't been long - I've given

(so much how could you hide)

You're sick with all the guilt you're never - forgiven

(you try to wash it away - wash it away)

[The music crashes around him as he heads for the ring steps. Climbing
the stairs, Gionet makes his way along the ring apron's edge. He looks
out across the rows of waving fans, and hand locked on the top rope,
steps inside with authority. Larry Gionet walks right across the ring
as he climbs the buckles and pounds his fists as the jeers continue
mercifully.]

(ask again) why all the dreams I had

Are now left broken

(punished for a wounded past)

Afraid to wake and find reality breathin

(why - has - life - been - taken - from - me)

I fucked up and now I live with the truth

With no reason to lie (I)

[Larry Gionet drops down, the blue turned to red lights flash across
the ring as he starts pulling on the ring ropes to test for give.
Charging through the shadows at breakneck speed, Gionet crashes into
the other side and skids to a halt in the center of the ring. Larry
raises both arms, one hand clamping his other wrist as he looks out
across the arena, cold blue eyes focused....]

Feel like it hasn't been long - I'm driven

(to keep myself alive)

You're sick with all the guilty you're never - forgiven

(you'll never wash it away - wash it away)

[The lights begin to rise as Gionet raises a fist into the air. A
striking electric guitar solo blares throughout the packed house
leading his entrance theme like the cold glare in Larry's eyes
streaming out across the arena. Gionet grates a thumb
across his neck signaling for his music to be cut.]

HD: And their opponent... Standing 6 feet 3 inches tall and weighing
265 pounds, hailing from the Bunker...



Here is ...



THE MERCENARY !!!


[The sounds of approaching helicopters comes over the PA system. They
get louder and louder getting almost deafening, and then get quieter,
as if they were passing overhead. Just as they fade away to nothing,
machine gun bursts take their place. A few seconds later, a whistling
sound is heard, and then 4 large explosions rock the arena, one right
after the other. A large smoke screen engulfs the entranceway,
blocking it off from view. Just as the smoke reaches its maximum
density, "Die Hard the Hunter" by Def Leppard comes blasting out
through the sound system.]

[A figure can then be seen making his way through the smoke. He comes
to the edge of the entrance way, where he can be plainly seen, and
stops to look over the crowd, soaking in their reaction. Getting his
fill, he makes his way down to the ring, ignoring the fans that reach
out to him, focused totally on the task at hand. He slowly climbs the
ring steps, and gets into the ring.]

FH: We're about to get our first look at Rob Cole since Christopher
Michaelson made that announcement earlier in the night!

HD: And the final participant in the match ...

CL: I'm getting word we need to go to the back!

[Cut to the back, where we hear a loud crash and Rob Cole emerges from
around the corner... dragging a guard by his ankle.  The Outcast has a
sledgehammer in his other hand and he finally slides the guard in
front of the door.]

COLE: Beg him to open the door!!!  BEG!!!!

guard: Oh god... open it, open it, please... oh god!!!  OPEN THE
DOOR!!!!

[The hammer smashes right beside the mans' skull, and he screams...
Cole pulls the sledge from the serious dent in the metal door, and
rears back again... slamming the other side!]

Cole: I don't think he knows I'm serious... do you think I'm serious?

guard: Yes!! Please, open the door... don't let him do this to me!
PLEASE!!!!

Cole: No no no... he doesn't think I'm serious!  HE DOESN'T THINK I'M
SERIOUS!!!!  HE'S LAUGHING AT ME!

[Cole laughs right back... rears back and swings the hammer forward
before the door opens, the guard dropping back before his head can get
crushed!  Cole staggers in, moving forward to where Michaelson is
sitting between several guards who begin to hold their billy clubs out
and keep Cole at a distance.]

Michaelson: Christ!!!

Cole: No, sorry... don't think so, not now, not here, no sirreee...
HAH!!!!  I earned the shot at that belt and you take it away?!?!?!!
You cut me off from NAW, you took it away from me?!?!!!  YOU THINK I'M
HAPPY NOW?!?!!!

Michaelson: Cole... Calm down and relax... this is a new dawn for ...

Cole: NOTHING!!! New Dawn for NOTHING!!!!  You want me in there with
those three men... why?  think they're bad enough to hurt me, take me
out, make me cry, send me to bed without my din-din?!?!?!!! HUH?!?!!

Michaelson: You're unstable and you need to...

[Without warning, Cole NAILS one of the security guards with the
hammer... the man drops like a ton of bricks and security surges
forward and lifts Cole off his feet.  Michaelson stares with shock...
it takes him a full moment to realize that the guards blood has
splashed onto his face and he wipes it away in horror. He stammers for
a moment and shakes his head... ]

Michaelson: Oh no... what the hell is going on?

[Suddenly from behind Rob Cole arms reach from all directions swarming
him and pulling him from the view of the camera.]

FH: Do you think that Livestock and Gutch saved Michaelson here
tonight?

CL: Why on Earth would you assume them?

FH: It's no secret Zeke and the SSN are tight and I would just assume
Michaelson would be want so real muscle behind him. Heck maybe it was
Randy Acorn and Vandal Gomez!

CL: I think it was just security Fred. But either way we have a
scramble match to watch ...

<<< DING DING DING >>>

CL: There's the bell and there of the four competitors are in the
ring!

FH: With any luck the SSN tossed Rob Cole to the street corner on his
ass!

[The hatred between Crave and the Mercenary flares up as the bell
sounds and the two beasts begin to throw right after right into the
side of one another skulls. As they do so Larry Gionet smiles stands
in the corner far away from the exchange. Craven blocks a right from
Merc and catches Merc with a left hand that barely staggers Merc but
it gives Craven an opening to drive a knee into the mid section of
Merc, doubling him over. Craven drops the point of his right elbow
into the back of Merc's skull and follows up by driving his knee into
the jaw of Merc.]

CL: Craven gaining an early advantage ... and the monster rebounds off
of the far side ropes catching Merc with a clothesline ...

FH: And Merc finally drops to the mat from the assault of William
Craven. And the green skinned monster is sticking his split tongue out
at Merc!

CL: Craven quickly dropping into the mount position driving a right
and now a left into the head of Merc. Craven working the ground and
pound right now ...



!!!_____CRRRAAACCCCKKKKK_____!!!



*** SYMPATHY CROWD POP! ***

FH: GIONET DRIVES HIS BOOT INTO THE TEMPLE OF CRAVEN!

CL: And Craven slumps to the mat.

FH: Look at the ring veteran take advantage as he drops onto Merc with
a knee to the right temple ... and now he is going for the cover!




ONE ...




TWO ...




CL: AND MERC GETS HIS SHOULDER UP!

FH: Gionet doesn't look happy but even he had to know a member of
Widows Maker Inc wouldn't go down that easily! He should have pinned
Craven instead.

[As William Craven begins to stand to his feet Larry Gionet rushes
forward and drives his forearm to the head of Craven. Craven shakes
his head and dares Gionet to try it again and Gionet fires off another
forearm and quickly follows with a European Uppercut staggering Craven
into the ropes. Gionet grabs Craven by the right arm and attempts to
whip him to the far side ropes. Craven though reverses the whip and
sends Gionet towards the ropes.]

FH: AND MERC WITH A CHOP BLOCK TO CRAVEN!

CL: CRAVEN ONLY DOWN TO ONE KNEE ....



!!!_____SSMMMMAAAACCCKKKK____!!!



FH: AND GIONET WITH A RUNNING KNEE STRIKE!

CL: CRAVEN CRUMBLES TO THE MAT!

FH: Great team work by the Mercenary and Larry Gionet ...

CL: And yet they can't maintain it as they begin to trade rights and
lefts in the center of the ring.

FH: Both men know that with the Heavyweight Championship up for grabs
now is the time to make sure that Christopher Michaelson notices you!

[The crowd begins to stir and attention is shifted towards the aisle
way where a figure is being dragged through the curtain.]

FH: Security has finally gotten the Monster Rob Cole under control!

CL: But at what price!?! Cole doesn't look like he is going to be a
factor here tonight!

[As four members of the SSN security staff drag a limp Rob Cole to the
ringside area, dried blood can be seen upon his face.]

CL: Cole looks to have put up a fight!

FH: Like he even deserved to put one up! You saw what he did to that
poor man in Michaelson's suite! I hope to God Michaelson fires his ass
like he did to the Spectre!

CL: Fans we still don't know what exactly happened to Spectre!

FH: Spectre is no longer on the PVW roster and I don't think that
another league in their right minds would hire that liability so he
had to be fired. Really Chip, put two and two together and get four
like the rest of us!

CL: Anyways ... Cole is being tossed into the ring as Larry Gionet has
Merc hooked in a front Chancery ...

FH: He's lifting Merc up, looking for the vertical suplex ...

[OOOOHHHHH!!!!!]

FH: CRAVEN WITH A LOW BLOW!

[Gionet releases Merc who lands face first on the mat as Larry doubles
over in pain. Craven with a sick sadistic smile on his face slithers
over and goes for the cover on the prone form of Rob Cole.]




ONE ...




TWO ...




THRE -

CL: And Merc drives his knee into the back of Craven breaking up the
pinfall!

FH: Did William learn something from Zeke during the hiatus of PVW? I
mean he used logic and reason and went for the easiest prey!

CL: Merc with a neckbreaker on Craven and now it's his turn for the
mount position! Ground and pound Merc style!

[As Merc throws the rights and lefts into the skull of William Craven,
who tries to cover up but only blocks about have of the barrage, Larry
Gionet slides over Rob Cole for a cover.]




ONE ...




TWO ...




THREE ???

[The crowd roars it's approval as Rob Cole just thrusts barely gets
his right shoulder up.]

CL: AMAZING! Rob Cole, who I can't even say if he knows where he is
just gets his right onto the bottom rope!

FH: Gionet looks stunned as he is arguing with Jim Pearson about the
call.

[Gionet begins to stomp the chest of Rob Cole and ends the stomping
with a knee drop to the heart of the monster. He pulls Cole to his
feet and tosses him through the bottom rope to the floor.]

CL: Cole just hit the floor with a thud and Gionet grabs Merc by the
head pulling him to his feet ...

FH: And Gionet locks on the Sleeper Hold!

CL: He's trying to use the Sleeper to choke out Merc ...

FH: BACKCRACKER! Larry loves that sequence! The Sleeper Hold into the
Backcracker and now Merc is down on the mat!

[Gionet thrusts his arms into the arm but as he turns around he is met
with a Mafia Kick from William Craven!]

CL: Gionet hits the mat like he was shot!

FH: That's the problem with these matches Chip, there's just no time
for celebration!

CL: I don't think there is a man in the PVW who executes that move
like William Craven!

FH: Maybe not but Craven isn't wasting anytime at the moment as he
pulls Merc to his feet ...

CL: The hatred these two men has no boundaries!

[The crowd gasps as Merc drives a shining object into the forehead of
William Craven. Craven doubles over holding his head in pain, as he
does so Merc places the object into the front of his trunks. Pearson
rushes over towards Craven and checks him, blood slowly begins to pour
forth from the green skinned man's head.]

CL: What the hell did Merc hit Craven with!?!

FH: I don't think anything! After fifteen years in the business Craven
just has a weak forehead!

CL: You have to be kidding me! Merc caught him with something ...

FH: If you say so Chip ...

[Merc quickly grabs Craven by the jaw and drives his right fist into
the forehead of Craven busting the cut open more. As blood begins to
flow Merc smiles kisses his right hand and once again drives the fist
into the forehead. Craven blinks to keep the blood from flowing into
his eyes. On the outside Rob Cole begins to pull himself to his feet,
while Larry Gionet rolls towards the ring apron and grabs the bottom
rope trying to shake the cobwebs loose from the mafia kick. Merc again
drives his right fist into the forehead on Craven. After connecting
for the third time he pulls Craven to his feet and grabs him by the
waist in a Bear hug. He begins to try and lift the three hundred into
the air ...]

CL: HOTSHOT ACROSS THE TOP ROPE!

FH: Great move by Merc there! No need to lift the beast that high into
the air when you're just going to try and collapse his throat anyways!

[Craven slumps across the second rope and gasps for air as Merc rushes
towards the far side ropes ...]

CL: LOW BRIDGE! Rob Cole just pulled down the top rope and Merc
crashes hard to the floor. Gionet though is quick to take advantage of
Craven's prone form as he slides to the outside and drives his left
fist under the jaw of the Detroit Madman!

FH: Craven is getting pounded here tonight. He just seems a step off
at the moment!

CL: That is a possibility Fred, but the monster under the bed seems to
be recovering well as he is pulling Merc to his feet and whips the
hired gun hard into the steel guard rail.



!!!______CCCCRRRRRAAAASSSSSHHHH_____!!!



CL: And Rob Cole is climbing onto the ring apron!

FH: And he hits the floor hard again as Gionet rushed forward and
drilled him with that stiff Running Elbow. Gionet is in control at the
moment and he's heading towards the big three hundred pounder!

CL: Gionet being smart as he keeps only one man in the ring at a time.

FH: Too bad for him that one man is William Craven.

[Gionet grabs Craven by the right arm and attempts to Irish Whip him,
but Craven drops to a knee blocking the whip. Gionet drives his right
hand into the bloodied forehead of Craven and once again attempts the
Irish Whip. This time Craven blocks it by grabbing the top rope.
Gionet drives his boot into the gut Craven, causing Craven to loosen
his grip on the rope. As he does so Rob Cole once again rolls into
the ring as Merc begins to make his way to the ring as well. Gionet
with the whip but Craven reverses it ...]

CL: ROB COLE JUST BACK BODY DROPS GIONET OVER THE TOP ROPE !!!!

FH: RIGHT ONTO MERC! Gionet saved the brunt of that fall as he landed
squarely on Merc! But look how much it took out of Rob Cole who is
down to one knee and here comes the beast William Craven!

[Craven stalks Rob Cole, pulling the bloodied form of Cole to his feet
and drives his massive right hand into the face of Cole. Cole staggers
back into the ropes and Craven drives his boot into the gut of Cole,
doubling him over. As he does so he grabs Cole with a side head lock
and takes five steps before leaping into the air ...]

FH: Bulldog take down by Craven ... but when did he learn an actual
wrestling move?

CL: William has an extensive background, he just likes brawling more.
Craven pulling Rob Cole to his feet and he executes an Arm Wringer ...

FH: He usually uses it a precursor to the ... HEART PUNCH! Craven just
drove his right hand into the heart of Rob Cole and the monster
collapses to the mat.

[Craven sensing victory goes for the cover.]




ONE ...


[Larry Gionet slides into the ring.]




TWO ...


[Gionet leaps forward driving his elbow into the back of Craven.]


CL: And Larry Gionet breaks up the pin fall attempt! He grabs Craven
and tosses him through the middle rope to the floor!

FH: Craven tumbles to the floor next to Merc who reaches into his
trunks once again ... HE HAS A FORK! IT WAS A FORK EARLIER!! AND THE
FORK IS DRIVEN INTO FOREHEAD OF CRAVEN ONCE AGAIN! Merc must think
there are scrambled eggs where Craven's brains should be!

CL: That's just sick Fred! Merc just tossed the fork aside and begins
to stomp away at the head of Craven as Gionet pulls Cole to his feet
and locks on the Sleeper Hold!

FH: I think Gionet is looking for the Backcracker again ... NO!!! COLE
GRABBED THE TOP ROPE AND GIONET LANDS ON HIS BACK!

CL: Cole turns around as Gionet gets to his feet and connects with a
Clothesline! Gionet is down and the crowd is suddenly alive behind the
monster!

FH: How can they cheer him?!? Cole stalking Gionet now ... and Merc
has wrapped the video cable around the throat of Craven on the
outside! This match is quickly falling apart! There is no way Jim
Pearson can control these four men!

CL: I give him credit he had control for so long. Cole pulling Gionet
to his feet ... INSIDE CRADLE BY GIONET!




ONE ...




TWO ...

FH: And Cole somehow gets the right shoulder up! Gionet grabs Cole by
the head and slams him face first into the mat!

[Gionet places his foot in the middle of Cole's back and pulls back as
the monster begins to scream IT SHOULD BE MY SHOT!]

FH: Cole not even focusing on the pain that Gionet is causing him and
Gionet lifts his foot off of Cole's back ... CURB STOMP! He just
stomped Cole's head into the mat!

CL: Gionet rolling over Cole now as Merc is climbing into the ring ...




ONE ...




TWO ...


FH: And Merc drives his boot into the side of Gionet's head. Merc
grabbing Gionet ...

[He pulls Gionet into a Front Chancery and slowly lifts Gionet into
the air with a vertical suplex. He holds Gionet in the air for a few
moments before connecting with a Delayed Brainbuster Suplex.]

FH: THE PAYOFF! Merc just hit the Payoff on Gionet who was in complete
control!




ONE ...




TWO ...




THREE ...

[STUNNED POP!]

CL: NOO!!!! GIONET KICKS OUT! Gionet showing heart and determination
tonight as he just and I mean JUST kicked out of the Payoff. And Merc
doesn't believe it at all.

[Merc glares at Gionet on the mat and grabs Rob Cole and just heaves
him to the outside. As he does so the bloodied Craven slides back into
the ring. Merc turns around to grab Larry Gionet who is rolling over
to his stomach trying to push himself up to his feet.]



!!!_____TTHHHHAAAAWWWWWCCCCKKKK_____!!!



CL: MAFIA KICK! CRAVEN BLINDSIDED MERC WITH THE MAFIA KICK!

FH: Merc hits the ropes and falls through the middle rope to the
floor!

[Craven glares at Gionet and pulls him to his feet with a double
choke lift, Craven performs a knee fall (Thunderfire) Power bomb that
spikes Gionet with devastating force.]

CL: THUNDERMELTER! GIONET JUST HIT WITH THE THUNDERMELTER!




ONE ...




TWO ...




THREE ...


<<< DING DING DING >>>

CL: William Craven pulls out the win in this four man scramble match!

FH: He might have won but it took BOTH the Payoff and Thundermelter to
put Larry Gionet down here tonight!

CL: That it did.  No man on the PVW roster could survive both of those
moves.

FH: Gionet is a force inside the PVW and he just proved that even in a
losing effort.

CL: William Craven picks up a huge win tonight.  He is on a roll with
that amazing showcase match he had with Spectre in California.

FH: Don't forget it wasn't too long ago that Mercenary pinned Craven.

CL: Not tonight!

FH: We still don't know who exactly left those signs of war on Rob
Cole, but whatever happened with him backstage eliminated him from
being the usual factor he is.

CL: This is only the beginning with Rob Cole.

[Camera cuts to Cole just laughing ...   The look of dry blood caked
with fresh blood with his red caked teeth sends chills down the fans
spine.]

CL: Wow folks I don't know what to say ...  Thankfully it's time to
cut to PVW's new Promo.

FH: Put together by SSN!

[We cut to a Phoenix ...]

V/O: The Phoenix rose from it's proverbial ashes ....

[Cut to the classic battle between Caleb Foley and Chase Williams ...]

V/O: Superstars rose to the top of the wrestling world and the small
little promotion in Phoenix, Arizona began to make it's name.

[The SSN logo appears ...]

V/O: It wasn't until PVW and SSN joined forces that this small little
wrestling promotion packed it's bags and began to make a name for
itself all through the South West.

[Stars like Randy Acorn, Will Geddings, Livestock, The Gutch, and
Vandal Gomez are seen ...]

V/O: Big names from all over flocked to the PVW ...

[A radio broadcast in Portland, Oregon is heard ...]

Radio Add: We are sorry to announce due to sudden unforeseen
difficulties PVW Tradition II. will not be held on it's announced
date.  We are working feverishly in solving these obstacles and rest
assure that we will hold Tradition II right here in Portland, Oregon
as soon as we can.

[Cut to the newest PVW - SSN logo spinning around a globe ... ]

V/O: We are back!  No more small venues ... No more late night time
slots ...

Welcome to a revolution !!!!!

[Fade back to the announcers table.]

FH: You see that Chip?  Tell me that doesn't get you excited!

CL: I sort of liked how it was.

FH: That's because you think simple.

CL: Apparently so, but SSN has their chance to make a statement.
Coming up next their hand selected trio of Randy Acorn and Livestock
and The Gutch will step inside the ring with Jeremiah Page and an open
invitation to a "legendary" tag team.

FH: Let's see if there are any so called legends left in this sport
that isn't afraid to lace the boots up.  Bring out the Outlaws,
Dynasty, PAIN ...  Livestock and The Gutch is ready.

#There I was completely wasting, out of work and down,#

["Breaking the Law" by Judas Priest plays, and with no lighting
effects, no fanfare, just the words "Livestock and the Gutch" on the
PVW video screen, a pair of big men in business suits carrying
briefcases emerge from the entrance portal.]

#all inside it's so frustrating as I drift from town to town.#

#Feel as though nobody cares if I live or die,#

[The Gutch stops just outside the portal and begins doing what can
only be called a "Stupid white man dance".  He calls it "The Gootch
Bartilootch." Livestock just looks the other way, pretending that he
doesn't have an idiot for a partner.]

#so I might as well begin to put some action in my life#

#Breaking the law, breaking the law!#

HD: Accompanied to the ring by Broderick Ezekiel Craven...

[At this, they begin walking down the aisle.]

#Breaking the law, breaking the law!#

#Breaking the law, breaking the law!#

[Still walking.]

#Breaking the law, breaking the law!#

HD: They weigh in tonight at a combined weight of 675 pounds, this is
the team of LIVESTOCK and THE GUTCH!

[Aaand they reach the ring.  Saints be praised.]

HD: And their partner weighing in at two hundred thirty five pounds
and hailing from Newark, New Jersey ...

Here is ...

"Badboy" RANDY ACORN!!


["Cult of Personality" by Living Color booms through the speakers as
the curtains are drawn open and "Bad Boy" Randy Acorn steps through,
solo this time around. His pearl white shorts stand out as do the same
colored boots that have "Bad Boy" scrawled down the outside of each
boot in gold print. Acorn is wearing the same black shirt with the
"SSN" logo printed across the front of it as he had on in his last
appearance. His sandy-blonde hair is slicked back and the expression
on his face can be described as nothing other than fierce.]

## Look into my eyes, what do you see? ##
## Cult of Personality ##
## I've been everything you want to be ##
## I'm the Cult of Personality ##
## Like Mussolini and Kennedy ##
## I'm the Cult of Personality ##
## Cult of Personality ##
## Cult of Personality ##

[Acorn confidently walks down the aisle, ignoring the fans that are
reaching out trying to get their hands on The Bad Boy. One fan is seen
holding a sign that reads, "PVW Doesn't Need Acorn" and another that
reads, "SSN Has All The Talent In PVW".]

## Neon lights, A Nobel Prize ##
## The mirror speaks, the reflection lies ##
## You don't have to follow me ##
## Only you can set me free ##
## I sell the things you need to be ##
## I'm the smiling face on your T.V. ##
## I'm the Cult of Personality ##
## I exploit you, still you love me ##
## I tell you one and one makes three ##
## I'm the Cult of Personality ##
## Like Joseph Stalin and Gandhi ##
## I'm the Cult of Personality ##
## Cult of Personality ##
## Cult of Personality ##

[Acorn reaches the ring and slides underneath the bottom rope, hopping
to his feet quickly. He thrusts his hand into the air one more time,
with a smirk upon his face.]

## Neon lights, A Nobel Prize ##
## A leader speaks, that leader dies ##
## You don't have to follow me ##
## Only you can set me free ##
## You gave me fortune ##
## You gave me fame ##
## You gave me power in your God's name ##
## I'm every person you need to be ##
## I'm the Cult of Personality ##

CL: The hand picked SSN Chosen one.

FH: Not a bad choice I might add.


HD: Coming down to the ring .... Weighing in at one hundred ninety
pounds ...

#I'm barely breathin#

#I'm barely alive#
#When did it all come tumblin down#
#Your actions speak louder than all of the thunder that you've brought
back# #down on me#

Here is ...


"No Nonsense" Jeremiah Page!!!


["Hero" by Pop Evil begins to play as out from the back walks Jeremiah
Page. Page, wearing long black tights and black boots, just stops at
the top of the ramp and cracks his neck from side to side. He then
hops up and down, pumping himself up.]

#I won't be, I won't be your hero.#
#I won't be your hero#

#I won't be your superman.#
#I won't be your hero#

#Everything I did was for you, everything you said was a lie.#

#My pain, your gain, who's your hero today?#
#Who's your hero?#

[Paying no attention to the crowd, Page keeps his sole focus on the
ring. He stops jumping only to break into a straight sprint into the
ring.]

#No more second chances#
#No more lies, this time, you're goin down, down, down, down#
#Your days are empty#
#Your nights are blind#
#I won't be the reason, you fall this time.#

[Page slides headfirst into the ring and quickly springs to his feet.
He walks over to a corner and squeezes the tape on both his wrists
before he starts using the ropes to stretch.]

[Suddenly, the lights go out inside the Chiles Center!]

CL: Wait...what the heck is going on?!

FH: No idea...no idea...

[As a few audience members scream and general chatter ensues, a single
dim spotlight is seen cast on the top of the entrance ramp. A lone
figure can be seen, but barely. He steps into the light, and it
appears to be a lone man, dressed in all black attire. He appears to
be of basic average build and height, and is wearing a dark hooded
sweatshirt that covers his head, and sunglasses are visible over his
eyes. He is looking slightly downward, and holding a microphone.]

FH: And of course, we have no idea who this is, either...

Mystery Man (in a slightly booming kind of tone): Livestock
Zappa...Gutch...you gentlemen have been out here running your mouths
for long enough. You've been talking about how you're the best in the
business, how you can take on anyone...you're thinking you can make
such statements without repercussions? You think you can act like you
own all of tag team wrestling and not suffer any consequences? The
time for you two having your free reign in Phoenix Valley Wrestling is
OVER!

[A spotlight is now cast on the ring, in the otherwise still dark
arena. Gutch raises his microphone and starts talking...but no one can
hear anything!]

MM: I think you'll find that your microphones have been disabled. All
of these fans have had enough of you two flapping your gums. I know
you're amused by the sound of your voices, but the rest of us have had
enough!

[Crowd pops! Livestock and Gutch pace around the ring, obviously
angered by this interloper.]

MM: Last we saw on Heatwave...you two said you would take on any
legendary tandem that dared to step foot into the ring with you. Well,
I found two of the men you called out last week...and they're here for
some revenge!

FH: Who could he be talking about?!

MM: Here they are...

[The mystery man raises his arm...and music can be heard...]

PA [electronic music]: "doot doot do...doot doot do do...doot doot
doot doot...doot doot do do do..."

[People in the crowd start laughing...it's obviously the theme song to
the old NES game "Super Mario Brothers." Livestock and Gutch look to
be not amused. The mystery man still stands at the top of the ramp
with a slight smirk visible on his face.]

FH: It's Mario and Luigi!!!!

CL: Quiet Fred.

MM: OK...so I lied. You can't blame me for having some fun here at
Tradition II, can you? You see, I know all about tradition in
professional wrestling. Did you think I was just some random person
off the street, some unknown, perhaps? No, I'm not bringing out Mario
and Luigi...I have someone else in mind. But...I realize I've been a
bit rude so far, haven't I? I think in fairness to yourselves and all
the good people in attendance, and the viewers at home...I need to
introduce myself. Introduce myself again to the world...

[The mystery man pulls back the hood of his sweatshirt. We can see now
he has a dark complexion, slightly middle eastern looking, with
slicked back dark hair...]

FH: Wait a minute...I know that man...I know him from somewhere...

CL: It's...

MM: My name is...


"MIDNIGHT" JAWAAD MAHMOOD!

[The crowd gives a mixed reaction...some people recognize the name
right away and cheer. Others are left wondering what this man is doing
here in PVW.]

CL: Jawaad Mahmood is here! Jawaad Mahmood from the legendary Mahmood
Brothers tag team! The former owner of New Internet Championship
Wrestling...the legendary NICW!

FH: Does this mean...? No, no...it couldn't be...

JM: Let me elaborate...for those of you who don't know...I know all
about tag team wrestling. My brother Razi and I were champions back in
our day...and I used to run a little wrestling promotion called NICW.
Maybe some of you remember it. That's not what's important. The
important thing is...I've done pretty well for myself in my time away
from wrestling, and I tend to have a lot of leisure time now. As I was
sitting on my couch at my mansion up in Montreal, sitting on my eather
couch and watching my gigantic big screen, I was flipping through the
satellite channels and I happened onto a show called Heatwave. I
happened to catch you two running your mouths, again about calling out
a legendary tag team...and I thought "You know, I'm too old to get
back into the ring...but I might know a couple guys who might be
interested." So, I made a phone call...

[Crowd pops! People start chattering and pointing. Livestock and Gutch
continue to not look amused.]

JM: And...it just so happens that you two legal gurus called them
out...so I hope you understand the word irony...because it's going to
be pretty ironic when they're beating the LIVING HELL out of you two
here tonight!

FH: I can't believe it...he's gotta be lying...it has to be a bluff.

JM: Ladies and gentlemen...here they are...legends making their return
here tonight...

[Music starts to play..."Enter Sandman" by Metallica, to be exact! As
the guitars begin to strain through the PA, a HUGE roar goes through
the crowd! Jawaad Mahmood removes his hooded sweatshirt and tosses it
to the floor, revealing a faded "NICW" t-shirt. He points to the entry
way...and out step too large men...known to the professional wrestling
world as...]

JM: Ladies and gentlemen...I give you OVERKILL AND DEMOLISHER...

THE KILLING MACHINES!

CL: THE KILLING MACHINES! THE KILLING MACHINES ARE HERE IN PVW! The
crowd is going nuts!

FH: Oh man...Livestock and Gutch do NOT look happy regarding this
development!

CL: Look at Jeremiah Page he looks quite amused.

[Two large men step out of the entry way and survey the arena. Both
are dressed in black full length tights and boots, with black leather
motorcycle jackets, fighting gloves, and sunglasses on. One man stands
about 6'0, and has a rather ripped physique visible under his jacket.
He is shaved bald and has a dark brown goatee. His pant leg has his
name, OVERKILL, in big block lettering down the right side. The
other, taller individual has black spiked hair and a full beard. As he
grins and pumps his fist up, the crowd continues to roar. This man is
DEMOLISHER, as indicated on his right pant leg. As the crowd continues
to cheer, Livestock and Gutch stand by the ring ropes and call for the
Killing Machines to make their way down. Instead, Overkill grabs the
microphone Mahmood had been holding. "Enter Sandman" slowly fades
out.]

Overkill: Well, well, well...just when I thought we were good and
retired...something pulls us back into this crazy business once again.
It's always about the lawyers, isn't it? Lawyers and money. Well, it
looks like we got two wrestling lawyers that need to be put down for
good! And I think you two got your wish when you called us out during
your little tirade last week!

Demolisher (producing a second microphone): You know...we may be
older...yeah, we're pushing forty, both of us...but we both still have
some FIGHT left in the tank! It's been a while since we've been in the
ring...but our accolades speak for themselves. Former NICW World Tag
Team Champions...former DWO World Tag Team Champions...former two time
IWF/WOW World Tag Team Champions. I don't see why we shouldn't add PVW
to that list! It's funny enough that we had been talking about making
a comeback. After nearly five years of being out of action, enjoying
some much needed R&R, your little challenge was just the incentive we
needed to finally pull the trigger on this thing.

[Crowd roars in approval!]

Overkill: I can't wait to start beating people, busting people open,
and showing them why the Killing Machines used to be one of the most
feared combinations in all of professional wrestling! It looks like
this is the place to do it...PVW...this is a growing company...and
we're going to put the tag team scene here on notice. We're here to
take this thing to the next level...if you want to put up a fight,
that's just fine. We're looking for a good fight...just don't say we
didn't warn you when you wake up in the hospital a week later!

Mahmood [taking mic back from Overkill]: It's true...this company is
growing...going national...global even. I know about trying to grow a
business. I did it with NICW. I also know about managing...I've been
with these two monsters for years. Now it's time for us to get back on
top of this business, and how appropriate that we're going to do it
here at Tradition II!

Demolisher: I think the people have had enough talk...it's time for
some ass kicking! We've been called the Masters of Mayhem, the Twin
Engines of Destruction...now Livestock & Gutch, you two are going to
find out that the name "Killing Machines" isn't just some fancy
marketing term! We're here to kick start our careers again with a
bang...and all the fancy legalese in the world isn't going to save you
now! Make no mistake about it...we're not here to "put anyone over" or
"pass the torch!" We're here to get back on top of the pro-wrestling
world!

Overkill: The best part is...being legal scholars, I'm sure you two
have your wills in order...so notify your next of kin! The Killing
Machines are BACK!

[Overkill and Demolisher advance toward the ring, with Mahmood
following behind. Jawaad crosses his arms and looks on when they get
ringside, as Demolisher and Overkill shed their jackets and
sunglasses. Both men look to be in great condition, as Demolisher
steps OVER the top rope, and Overkill stretches his arms across the
top rope and  does a back flip from the apron into the ring! Overkill
stares at Livestock and Gutch and gives out a primal scream, beating
on his chest, as Demolisher pumps his fists in the air and lets out a
roar as the crowd cheers in approval!]

FH: I can't believe it...the two legends, Overkill and Demolisher, The
Killing Machines, are here in Phoenix Valley Wrestling!

CL: What a huge development here at Tradition II! I don't think
Livestock and Gutch possibly thought these two would be coming out of
retirement when they issued their challenge last week!

[Livestock and Gutch look shocked as they stare at The Killing
Machines standing across the ring from them at the side of Jeremiah
Page.]


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Six Man Tag Team Action
Livestock & Gutch & Randy Acorn
v.
The Killing Machines & Jeremiah Page
[][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][]


<<< DING DING DING >>>

CL: There's the bell and this match is underway ... but it doesn't
look like anyone wants to square off with Overkill, who has elected to
start for his team.

FH: They look like they have seen a ghost. I mean it's been how many
years since The Killing Machines were in a wrestling ring?

CL: Looks like it's going to be Randy Acorn and Overkill starting this
match off.

[The two men circle one another for a moment before locking up in a
collar and elbow tie-up. After a few moments of jocking for position
Acorn is able to force Overkill into the corner. After a few moments
Jim Pearson begins to lay in the five count for Acorn to release
Overkill from the corner and at the count of four Acorn releases
the tie up and gently pats Overkill on the chest. A smirk comes across
his face as he then shoves Overkill hard into the corner. Overkill
rushes out of the corner and Acorn catches him with a Drop Toe Hold.
He walks across the back of Overkill and raises his hands to the air
as he does so. Pearson begins to admonish him for the actions, yet
Overkill is quickly to his feet and catches Acorn with a series of
Forearm Strikes sending the self proclaimed SSN appointed savior into
the corner.]

CL: Overkill quickly fighting back from the smug actions of Randy
Acorn and Acorn is now in the corner absorbing a Shoulder Block to the
gut. And a second.

FH: Pearson better gain control of Overkill quickly here or I can see
a long night ahead for him. And Overkill grabbing Acorn by his head
and drags him to his corner where me makes the tag to Demolisher!

[The crowd cheers as the second legend enters the ring. Demolisher
drives the point of his elbow into the back of Acorn. Overkill whips
Acorn into the far side ropes with an Irish Whip before he leaves the
ring, Randy Acorn rebounds off of the ropes and Demolisher catches him
and in a fluid motion presses him into the air.]

CL: Press Slam by Demolisher leaves Acorn holding his chest and
stomach in pain as he writhes on the mat.

FH: And Demolisher isn't giving Acorn any chance for rest as he pulls
him to his feet and tags in Jeremiah Page.

[Demolisher lifts Acorn into the air and drives him across his knee
with a vicious Backbreaker. Demolisher holds Acorn there for a moment
as Page quickly leaps to the second turnbuckle and leaps off catching
Acorn in the throat with the point of his elbow.]

CL: Second Rope Elbow Drop to the prone Randy Acorn. And Page quickly
goes for the cover!




ONE ...




TWO ...


FH: And Acorn muscles up his shoulder at two and half.

CL: Page though is quick to his feet and ascends to the top turnbuckle
once again ... he's motioning for Acorn to get to his feet ... MISSLE
DROPKICK!

FH: My leaping and pageantry from Page here tonight, I was honestly
hoping he might have learned an actual wrestling move or two in the
past few months. But it appears I was wrong.

[Page thrusts his arms into the air as the crowd cheers him on. Page
grabs the bigger Acorn and pulls him to his feet where he locks on a
Front Chancery and in a fluid motion drives the skull of the Bad boy
into the mat with a DDT. Page stands to his feet and drives the point
of his boot into the chest of Acorn and quickly ascends to the far
side ropes where he ascends to the top turnbuckle.]

CL: Page going to the top rope once again and Acorn is getting to his
feet ...

[Page leaps and as he does so Acorn sidesteps the Flying Cross Body
Block and Page hits the mat.]

FH: EMPTY POOL! Page missed and Acorn is on the attack now as he pulls
Page up and reaches for the tag. The Gutch is in! Acorn Irish Whips
Page to the far side ropes ...

[Page slams hard into the corner back first. The Gutch rushes forward
and the crowd moans as The Gutch drives his massive body weight into
the smaller frame of Jeremiah Page.]

CL: CORNER AVALANCHE! And Page had no where to go!

FH: THe Gutch flattened the kid! I'm not even sure after that we will
be able to see Jeremiah Page on America's Next Top Model. I'll think
they will tell him he's too thin!

[The Gutch grabs Page forcefully from the corner just shoves Page to
the mat. A look of joy appears to be in the big man's eyes as he
straddles Page and grabs him by the throat with both hands.]

FH: The Mounted Throttling Choke! Look at him just drive the head of
Page into the mat as if he is a rag doll and not a human being!

[Pearson tries to pull the massive form of Gutch off of Page but to no
avail. The crowd cheers as Demolisher has seen enough and rushes into
the ring catching Gutch with a Lariat. The Gutch doesn't fall but he
releases the hold allowing Page to once again breath. Pearson steps in
between Gutch and Demolisher and demands that Demolisher leaves the
ring. As he does so Gutch waves bye to him quickly and grabs Page by
the hair and just drags him to his corner and tags in Livestock.
Livestock orders Gutch to slam Page into the mat, which he does.]

CL: Livestock going to the top rope ... why aren't you complaining
about Livestock Fred.

FH: I don't see how he can miss. I mean look at Page ... he could very
well be dead right now.

CL: Livestock leaps ... ELBOW DROP TO THE HEART!

FH: I told you Page is dead no movement what's so ever!




ONE ...




TWO ...




THREE ???

CL: NO! PAGE JUST AND I MEAN JUST GETS THAT RIGHT SHOULDER UP!

FH: Pearson cheated! He slowed down his count at the end so that the
kid had a chance! The ref is on the take! Fire him SSN ... fire him!

CL: Still as impartial as always ...

FH: You know it. And Livestock grabs Page by the head and tosses him
into the corner and drives his shoulder into the gut once and twice.
And now he has lifted his right boot and places it across the throat
of Page.

CL: How on Earth is that legal.

FH: It's not ... but he has till five to break the hold.

[Pearson pulls Livestock off of Page at five and warns him that if he
does it again he's throwing the match out the window, but Page is in
the corner being choked by Randy Acorn now. Overkill rushes into the
ring to save Page but Pearson quickly cuts him off and begins to push
him towards his corner. As he does so Acorn enters the ring and slaps
his hands as Livestock leaves the ring.]

FH: Classic tag there.

CL: What tag? And Pearson is doing nothing about it as Acorn lifts
Page into the air with a Vertical Suplex.

FH: Chip, with six men in the ring do you really think the poor ref
will catch everything.

CL: This coming from the man who just demanded Jim Pearson be fired.

FH: What are you talking about? Acorn going for the cover now!




ONE ...




TWO ...


[Overkill rushes into the ring and catches Acorn squarely in the head
with a boot that rocks Acorn sending him crashing to the mat.]

CL: This right here is Page's best shot to get the tag!

ONE ...

TWO ...

FH: How the boy can barely move!

[The crowd begins to clap for Page as Overkill and Demolisher are both
slamming the top turnbuckle urging the youngster to make the tag.]

THREE ...

FOUR ...

CL: Page is moving ...

FH: And Acorn is getting to a knee ...

FIVE ...

SIX ...

FH: Acorn is up and making his way to his corner ...

SEVEN ..

EIGHT ...

FH: Tag into Livestock!

[Livestock rushes towards Page, but Page with a desperate dive is
barely able to reach Overkill's hand and the crowd erupts as one half
of the Killing Machines is back in the ring.]

CL: TAG TO OVERKILL!

[Overkill rushes into the ring and catches Livestock with a stiff
elbow that rocks him back to the ropes. He grabs Livestock by the arm
whipping his across the ring, Livestock rebounds off of the ropes and
is met with a Spinning Heel Kick. Livestock crumbles as Overkill is
quickly to his feet once again, The Gutch comes rushing into the ring
and is met with a right hand from Overkill and a second right hand.
Demolisher rushes into the ring to aid his partner and both men whip
the massive Gutch into the ropes and connect with a double clothesline
that sends the big man crashing to the mat. Overkill stomps away at
the Gutch for a moment as Demolisher exits the ring. Overkill grabs
Livestock and pulls him to his feet and executes a Reverse
Neckbreaker.]

CL: Beautiful Reverse Neckbreaker by Overkill who is now ascending the
top turnbuckle ... Guillotine Leg Drop!

FH: Come on Livestock get up!




ONE ...




TWO ...


FH: And The Gutch with the save!

[Pearson begins to order Gutch to his corner but Gutch just shoves
Pearson out of the way and pulls Overkill up.]

FH: Power slam! My god can Overkill even breath under all that mass?!

[Demolisher hits the ring again and drives his knee into the side of
Gutch's head. Gutch rolls to the mat off of Overkill and Demolisher
grabs the head of Gutch.]

CL: IRON CLAW!

FH: A great move! Demolisher with the Iron Claw on the monster Gutch
and he comes Randy Acorn!

[Acorn rushes into the ring and catches Demolisher with a boot to the
head, knocking him off of Gutch. Acorn sees Page getting to his feet
slowly on the apron and pulls him over the top rope by his head.]

FH: Not sure if Acorn realizes who the legal man is ...

CL: I'm not sure he cares as he is just raining a barrage of rights
and lefts into the side of Page's head. And I don't Pearson realizes
Overkill is the legal man as he is forcing all members of the Killing
Machines and Livestock and The Gutch to their corners!

[Acorn grabs Page to his feet once again and executes a Belly to Back
Suplex. As Page grabs his back in pain Acorn is back to his feet and
pulls Page up once again and locks him a modified bear hug and drives
him to the mat with a Belly to Belly Suplex. Randy Acorn quickly gets
to his knees and flexes for the crowd who just begin to boo him.]




ONE ...




TWO ...



CL: And Demolisher once again rushes in and just pulls Acorn off of
Page.

[Acorn looks at Demolisher in disgust and then grabs Page by his head
and in a fluid motion tosses him between the middle rope and Page
slams into the floor stomach first. The young rookie grabs his
shoulder in pain as Acorn grabs Pearson who has begun to scream at him
for risking Jeremiah Page with the toss. Livestock and Gutch take the
distraction as a moment of opportunity and drop to the floor and take
advantage of Page. Gutch grabs Page from behind and hooks his arms
sort of like a chicken wing, but lets face it he doesn't realize he is
that close to a wrestling move. Livestock begins to rain right after
right into the head of Page, who can't defend himself and is just a
punching bag. The crowd erupts as the Killing Machines leap off of the
ring apron and charge at Livestock and Gutch. Gutch tosses Page to
the side as the four men begin to brawl.]

FH: We have a Pier Six Brawl on the outside! Overkill has gotten a
hold of The Gutch and whips him hard into the guardrail! Livestock and
Demolisher are just exchanging right hands near the guardrail as well
..

CL: And Page is slowly getting to his feet and climbing onto the
apron.

FH: And Overkill with a vicious Spinning Elbow into the jaw of The
Gutch ...


!!!_____CCCRRRAAAASSSHHHH_____!!!


CL: And Livestock just met the ring stairs after and Irish Whip from
Demolisher!

[Page slides back into the ring and ducks a right hand from Acorn.
Page catches him with a boot to the mid-section and rushes to the far
side ropes ...]


!!!_____SSSSSMMMMMAAAACCCCCKKKK_____!!!


CL: WHAT?!?! VANDAL GOMEZ! Vandal Gomez just caught Jeremiah Page in
the back with a steel chair!

FH: And with the chaos on the outside between Livestock and Gutch and
the Killing Machines not only did we miss Vandal Gomez coming to
ringside Pearson missed the chair!

[Page stumbles forward and Acorn catches him in a double leg take down
and quickly locks on a Texas Cloverleaf.]

FH: There it is the Newark Knife! THE NEWARK KNIFE! Jeremiah Page is
in the center of the ring and has no where to go!

[After a few moments Jeremiah Page begins to slam the mat in pain and
Jim Pearson turns around to see Randy Acorn with the Newark Knife
locked on. He rushes over to Page and looks down at him and asks if he
gives. Page shakes his head no but Acorn sits deeper into the Newark
Knife causing Page to let a long agonizing scream. Page raises his
right hand and for a moment holds it in the air before slamming it
into the mat tapping quickly.]

FH: HE TAPPED! RANDY ACORN FORCES JEREMIAH PAGE TO TAP!

<<< DING DING DING >>>

CL: Acorn and company owe that match to Vandal Gomez!

FH: What are you talking about? Vandal Gomez isn't even at ringside
...

CL: Don't play dumb Fred, you know as well as I do that Vandal Gomez
connecting with that Steel Chair is what won this match for Acorn,
Livestock and The Gutch.

FH: I really think it was the Newark Knife Chip.

[The Killing Machines roll into the ring as Page is favoring his back
from that vicious chair shot ...  Livestock and The Gutch join Acorn
in the aisle way raising their arms as Zeke Craven points towards the
Killing Machines.]

CL: This battle is far from over.  The Killing Machines are in the PVW
and they will have the last laugh.

FH: What about poor Page?  Randy Acorn did what he promised!

CL: With a little help from some friends.  Jeremiah Page is one of the
biggest newcomers in the sport.  Randy Acorn may have won tonight,
but a steel chair shot heals and Page will meet the SSN chosen one
again inside that ring soon.

FH: Sure whatever you say.

[We cut to the back where the PVW Rising Phoenix Heritage Champion is
standing by with Dean Hayes.]

DH: Chris Hartt just shortly you have a match with the PVW Network
Champion.  You were set on the original Tradition II to face Brian
Young for the PVW Heavyweight Championship, but a wrench has been
tossed in PVW's plans and you will now face another champion.  You
have been a man of few words with this turn of event.  What do you
have to say tonight?

[The Rising Phoenix Heritage Champion glares into the camera.  His
title sits proudly around his waist.  He then turns and walks off the
set.]

DH: And still a man of few words ...  Fred and Chip, The Paladin is
here tonight and he looks motivated.  Gibson Hayes will have his hands
full!

[Cut back to the ring side.]

CL: That match is due up next.  Champion versus Champion!  Gibson
Hayes has stormed through the competition as of late, but standing in
his path is the _only_ PVW Rising Phoenix Heritage Champion in PVW
history.

FH: That is about to change.

CL: Chris Hartt has over come everyone in his path... Outlaw didn't
slow him down.  RJ Souza was defeated.  Our own Christopher Michaelson
was a victim of the Avenger.

CL: Tonight we have a champion versus champion match as the Network
Champion ...

FH: And America's Hero! Gibson Hayes!

CL: Takes on the one and only Chris Hartt ...

FH: Honestly, thank god there is only one of him. I would seriously
hate to see any member of his family. I mean he is a complete
hypocrite ...

CL: Chris Hartt is not a hypocrite!

FH: Maybe in your rose colored world Chip but I know a liar and
hypocrite when I see one and that's exactly what Chris Hartt is!
Gibson Hayes is what the PVW fans need in a champion and I have to say
I be honored to call him Rising Phoenix Heritage Champion!

HD: Introducing first  ... standing six foot three inches and weighing
in at 231 pounds ...

From Tuscaloosa, Alabama

Here is ...


THE NETWORK CHAMPION ...



!!! GIBSON HAYES !!!



[Battles's "Atlas" thumping drums leads us in and proudly marching his
way to the ring in red trunks, a red, white and blue t-shirt and the
American flag with the stars made into a dollar sign is Gibson Hayes.
The camera catches a view I VOTED FOR GIBSON HAYES signs in the arena.
Gibson salutes the audience as he gets into the ring then climbs up to
each of the top turnbuckles.]

FH: I voted Gibson Hayes ...

CL: You would ...

FH: He was better than any of the other candidates and I really wanted
to hear him say you dopes got schooled Hayes Style!

CL: He never says that!

FH: Well he should it's a great phrase .... I better get it copy
righted.

HD: His opponent....

[Champion Pop!]

HD: standing 5' 11", weighing 245 lbs., from Minneapolis, Minnesota...

Here is....

THE PVW RISING PHOENIX HERITAGE CHAMPION ---



'The Paladin' Chris Hartt !!!!


['Through the Fire and Flames' by Dragonforce explodes from the
speakers as The Paladin steps out from the entrance way.  The fans are
on their feet as the PVW fan favorite, makes his way out from the
back.  Throwing his arms out like a cross, he makes his way down with
the PVW Rising Phoenix Heritage title wrapped proudly around his
waste.  The Champion continues down the isle way slapping fans' hands
and shaking some others.  He climbs into the ring and limbers up a
bit. There is a notably knee brace around that right knee that has
been worked on the past month. He removes the PVW Rising Phoenix
Heritage Championship and thrusts it into the air as the fans rise to
their feet to give The Paladin a warm applause.]


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Rising Phoenix Heritage Championship Match, 30 Minute Time Limit:
Gibson "Red" Hayes [c]
v.
"The Paladin" Chris Hartt [c]
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<<< DING DING DING >>>

CL: There is the bell and the two champions just stare at one another
for a moment.

FH: Hayes is a true champion always studying his opponents and making
sure he doesn't make a mistake in that ring!

CL: Isn't he usually begging for mercy or rolling onto the apron to
get away from his opponents?

FH: It's a strategy Chip. It lures the opponents into a false sense of
security.

CL: If you say so Fred. The two men lock up in the center of the ring
and Hayes quickly releases the lock up and catches Hartt in the eyes
with aan eye rack. Off to his dirty tricks already.

FH: Jim Pearson is admonishing him for it, but Hayes is smart enough
to apply a standing side lock onto Chris Hartt and he quickly takes
Hartt over and down to the mat. Hayes applying pressure here ...

CL: Smart opening moments of the match as he is grounding the faster
and younger Chris Hartt.

[Hayes continues to apply pressure on the side head lock but Hartt
hooks the waist of Hayes and rolls him over ...]

CL: Hartt turning the side head lock into a pinning predicament ...




ONE ...




TWO ...


FH: But Hayes is able to pop his hips and return to the side head
lock.

CL: It looked like he got a handful of hair there ...

FH: Oh stop making things up Lester. I mean Hayes is a sound and I
mean sound wrestler he wouldn't resort to those sort of underhanded
tactics.

[Hartt rotates his to his knees and begins to stand up. He connects
with a series of elbow shots to the gut of Hayes forcing him into the
far side ropes. Hartt shoves Hayes off and is able to whip him towards
the ropes, Hayes rebounds and Hartt leap frogs over him, Hayes
rebounds again, this time Hartt connects with a Drop Toe Hold
sending the Network Champion to the mat. Chris Hartt is first to his
feet and drops an elbow to the back of Hayes' head. The Paladin grabs
Hayes and pulls him to his feet applying a side head lock and quickly
drives Hayes to the mat. Hayes doesn't stay on the defensive long as
he hooks Hartt's tights and rolls through for a cover.]




ONE ...



[Jim Pearson quickly stops the count as he sees Hayes holding the
tights and orders for a break. Both men to their feet and they once
again lock up in the center of the ring. Gibson is able to power Chris
back to the corner and drives the point of his elbow into the jaw of
Hartt. He grabs the stunned Hartt by the head and Snap mares him to
the
mat wear he applies a Sleeper Hold.]

FH: Hayes applying the Sleeper Hold while Hartt is sitting on his
butt. A great time to apply it as Hayes doesn't have to waste any
effort forcing Hartt to the mat, he can use this to put his entire
weight into the hold early!

CL: Hayes is in control at the moment but Hartt is attempting to fight
off the Sleeper as he is getting his knees underneath him.

FH: Gibson continues to wrench that Sleeper giving Hartt fits to get
to his feet ...

CL: But Hartt is standing and he grabs the top of Hayes' head and
drops down ... JAW BREAKER!

[Hayes holds his jaw as Hartt grabs the top of his head but rolls to
the side to create space between the two men. Both men are once again
to their feet and Hartt rushes forward ducking a wild Clothesline
attempt by Hayes and rebounds off of the far side ropes. Harrt slides
between the legs of Hayes and gets to his feet quickly and catches
Hayes in the back with a Dropkick. The Dropkick sends Hayes into the
ropes and upon rebounding off of them Hartt drives his forearm into
the small of Hayes back and quickly grabs Hayes by the waist and lifts
him into the air ...]

CL: Beautiful Teardrop Suplex by Hartt who floats over for the cover!




ONE ...




TWO ...



FH: And Hayes forces his right shoulder up at two and half!

CL: Hartt once again to his feet and as he is he grabs Hayes and pulls
him up ...

FH: But Hayes catches Hartt in the jaw with a right uppercut! And
Gibson is on the attack as he once again applies the side headlock and
NOOGIES!!

CL: Why does he always use that move?

FH: Their annoying and after hitting a Jaw Breaker earlier they
probably do actually hurt Hartt's head.

[Hayes uses the Side Head Lock to shift to a Snapmare and as Hartt
slams to the mat once again Hayes grabs the trapeze muscle of Hartt
with a nerve pinch.]

FH: Listen to Hayes scream at Hartt to submit.

CL: Did he just say I told you to vote for me Hartt?

FH: I think did. Hartt though is fighting to his feet once again and
again he uses the elbows to create some distance from Hayes but Hayes
is quick to catch Hartt with a gut to the mid section doubling him
over.

[Hayes locks on a Front Chancery and pulls Hartt closer to the ropes
where he lifts him for a Vertical Suplex but half way through the
execution of the hold he drops Hartt's legs across the top rope
gaining extra momentum.]

CL: Bounced Checked Slingshot Suplex! And yet Hayes isn't going for
the pin. Instead he has dropped to his knees and asking Hartt why he
didn't vote for him? You have got to be kidding me!

FH: It will only help Hayes in the 2012 elections if he finds out what
he did wrong!

[Hayes stands to his feet and pulls Chris Hartt up as well and Irish
Whips Hartt into the ropes. Hayes looks for the clothesline but Hartt
leaps in he air and catches the Network Champion with a Cruicifix.]




ONE ...




TWO ...


THR --


FH: And again Hayes kicks out!

CL: But Hartt is to his feet first and grabs Hayes ... SINGLE ARM DDT!
Hartt just drilled Hayes with one of his favorite moves ... cover!




ONE ...




TWO ...



FH: Too close to the ropes as Hayes reaches out and grabs the bottom
rope with his left arm breaking the count!

CL: Both men with some very close falls here thus far tonight, and
Hartt is on his feet and springboards to the second rope ...ASAI
MOONSAULT!




ONE ...




TWO ...





THRE --

FH: And this time Hayes puts his foot one the bottom rope! Chris Hartt
should have realized that he was too close to the ropes since he
didn't move him an inch!

CL: Like a champion though Hartt was looking for the win and you can't
blame the PVW's longest reigning champion for that!

[Hartt slams the mat in frustration and drives his knee into the side
of Hayes head before getting to his feet once again. Hayes is slow to
his knees but he looks at Hartt as he does so and singles for a time
out as he begins to crawl towards the corner. Hartt though just
marches forward and reaches for Hayes, who grabs him by the front of
the trunks and pulls him face first into the turnbuckle. Hayes stands
to his feet grabs Hartt and spins him around slapping him with a
Backhand to the Face!]

FH: That'll wake you up in a hurry!

CL: And it looks like it did as Hartt grabs Hayes shoving him into the
corner and he unloads with a Back Hand Chop and another and a third!
The Rising Phoenix Heritage Champion is on fire now as he ascends to
the second turnbuckle and drives a right hand into the head of Hayes!

[The crowd begins to count along with each punch.]

ONE ...

TWO ...

THREE ...

FOUR ...

FIVE ....

SIX ...

SEVEN ...

[Hayes wraps his arms around the legs of Hartt and takes a series of
steps forward before dropping executing a Reverse Atomic Drop. Hartt
gasps in pain as Hayes stands to his feet takes a two steps back and
rushes forward connecting with a clothesline that drops the champion
to the mat. Hayes looks at Hartt as he stands to his feet once again
and measure him with a Leaping Kneedrop to the skull.]

FH: Hayes is once again in control of this match.

CL: Both champions know what is at stake here tonight! Hayes once
again screaming into Hartt's ear but this time he keeps the lecture
short as he is pulling Hartt to his feet.

[Hayes whips Hartt into the far side ropes. Hartt rebounds ...]

FH: Power slam! Hayes hooking the leg ...




ONE ...




TWO ...




THRE --

CL: And Hartt kicks out!

[Hayes slams the mat with both of his hands and grabs Hartt by the
head dragging the young champion to his feet. Hayes scoops Hartt up
and Body Slams him to the canvas. Hayes grabs the legs of Hartt and
turns Hartt over in a classic Boston Crab, Hayes sits deep into the
hold listening to Hartt scream in pain as he does so.]

FH: The Network Champion has that Boston Crab in tight and all Hartt
can do is scream. I wonder if he'll cry like Foley did ...

CL: Hartt is a warrior and he is showing it right here as he refuses
to give up. Hartt is soaking up the cheers of the crowd and refusing
to give into pain that this Boston Crab is causing him.

FH: And you can see frustration setting in the eyes of Gibson Hayes as
he continues to wrench back on this hold.

[Hayes wrenches back again let out a scream as he does so.]

CL: Hartt still shaking his head no ... and Hayes releases the hold!
Hayes has released the hold!

FH: Not sure that is an advantage for Hartt as Hayes stomps once,
twice and a third time on the small of Hartt's back.

[Hayes grabs Hartt to his feet and shoves him chest first into the
corner. Hayes slams the head of Hartt into the top turnbuckle and
follows up with a forearm to the back of Hartt. Hartt lets loose a
grunt of pain as Hayes steps back and connects with a Dropkick to the
back of the knee. Hartt collapses to the mat and grabs his back in
pain. Hayes motions his hand towards his waist and holds up two
figures before he once again pulls Hartt to his feet.]

FH: Hayes can sense that here tonight he will be walking away with two
count them two championship belts!

CL: Don't count Hartt out yet! He just drove a European Uppercut into
Hayes and follows with a Back Hand Chop! He whips Hayes hard into the
corner and Hayes staggers out BACK BODY DROP!

FH: Hartt is holding his back in pain after that but he is making his
way to the apron ...

CL: SLINGSHOT SENTON SPLASH! Hartt grabs his back in pain once again
and slowly makes his way for the cover!




ONE ...




TWO ...




THREE ???

FH: AND HAYES GETS HIS SHOULDER UP!

CL: Hartt's slight delay making the cover cost him there!

FH: Well maybe he should wise up! If your back hurts don't go crashing
down back first on your opponent!

[Hartt is once again to his feet to his feet and he again whips Hayes
to the far side ropes. As Hayes rebounds Hartt catches him and drives
him back first to the mat with a Sidewalk Slam. Hartt pulls Hayes to
his feet and locks on a Front Chancery and powers Hayes into the air
with a Vertical Suplex. Hartt again to his feet first and he climbs to
the top rope.]

CL: This might not be a great idea from Chris Hartt! But Hartt leaps!

[Chris Hartt leaps into the air and drives his elbow into the throat
of Gibson Hayes.]

CL: Top Rope Elbow Drop! And Hartt once again with the cover!




ONE ...




TWO ...




THREE ???

FH: AND ONCE AGAIN HAYES KICKS OUT! Someway somehow Hayes is still
battling.

CL: And Hartt looks stunned!

FH: Well he shouldn't be! Hayes is the Network Champion! And we know
Hayes should be our President!

CL: Hartt to his feet and grabs Hayes as well ... Hayes hoisted onto
Hartt's shoulder for a Fireman's Carry ... and Hartt executes a Gut
Buster!

FH: Hayes is writhing in pain on the mat. Hartt pulls Hayes up and
locks on a waist lock ... GERMAN SUPLEX!

[Hartt rolls to his feet maintaining the waist lock and pulling Hayes
up with him, but Hayes stomps on Hartt's foot and quickly drives and
elbow into the side of Hartt's head and then a second elbow causing
Hartt to release the waist lock. Hayes executes a switch and pushes
Hartt into the ropes. Hartt rebounds off of the ropes and is nailed by
a Discus Punch that drops him to the mat. Hayes drops to the mat
and pushes himself to the corner and begins to fan himself.]

CL: This match is taking it's toll on both men as Hartt is still
holding his back and Hayes ... well Hayes is in the corner catching
his breath like an old man would!

FH: That is no way to talk about the Network Champion considering he
is still first to his feet!

CL: He might be first to the feet but Hartt is the first to connect as
he drives a boot into Hayes' gut doubling him over once again.

[Hartt grabs Hayes and begins to power him up for a Piledriver but
Hayes fights it forcing Hartt to lower him back to his feet. Hayes
maintains his position and executes a Back body Drop but Hartt lands
on
his feet and spins Hayes around and hoists him onto his shoulders in a
Fireman's Carry Position.]

CL: I think Hartt is looking for the Death Valley Driver! But his back
is making it difficult for him to hold Hayes!

FH: That and Hayes is fighting driving elbow after elbow into the side
of Hartt's head and Hartt can only drop Hayes back to the mat!

[Hayes with a swift kick to the gut of Hartt and locks on a Front
Chancery.]

FH: Hayes with a series of knees to the head and chest of Hartt ...

[Hayes hooks the leg of Hartt ...]

CL: RED LINE! Out of nowhere Gibson Hayes just executed his Snap
Cradle Suplex!




ONE ...




TWO ....




THREE ...

FH: HAYES DID IT! HAYES DID IT!

<<< DING DING DING >>>

CL: Hayes has just won the Rising Phoenix Heritage Title! We're
looking at the first man in the history of the PVW to hold TWO TITLES
AT ONCE!

FH: I told you Hayes would be a winner tonight after being robbed in
the elections!

[Hayes thrusts his arms high into the air as Jim Pearson hands him
both title belts. Chris Hartt looks up in disbelief at what he sees.]

CL: Chris Hartt has overcame every challenger ...  That title was near
impossible to take from him, but tonight ... On Tradition II on PVW's
huge relaunch show ...

FH: It's a new BEGINNING Chip.  Things are changing around here!

[Gibson Hayes thrust both titles in the air ...  The first ever PVW
double champion rolls out of the ring and heads up the aisle way
hugging both championship title belts.  Meanwhile the camera catches
Chris Hartt shaking his head inside the ring.  You can see the
frustration just dripping with the sweat.  The hard fought hero of the
PVW doesn't seem himself.  The fans rise to their feet giving the
former champion a standing ovation.]

CL: Look at the respect from the PVW fans.  This isn't the last we
seen of Chris Hartt.

FH: I hope it is.

CL: Let's go to the back where Dean Hayes is standing by.

[A man's voice.  Rough, ominous.]

V: They're sayin' on the TV that it's time for a change.  But the more
things change, the more they stay the same.

[Fade in to... darkness.  Mostly.  There's a crack of daylight.  Or
artificial light.  A door in a dark room left slightly ajar, letting
in a thin line of illumination on the dusty floor.  We follow it along
the floor and up the back wall.  The rest of the room is very dimly
lit from the single line of light.  Which allows us to barely make out
the form of a man seated against the back wall, his head bowed low in
thought.

PVW newcomer, Ronan Benedict.

He raises his head, his face slipping into the thin light.  The 26-
year-old Grand Rapids, Michigan native has dark red hair that hangs
down in his face, and over his full beard.  A silent intensity
smoulders in his pure blue eyes.  As our eyes become accustomed to the
darkness, we are able to just barely make out his attire.  Ronan
is dressed in an unzipped browne leather jacket, black Unearth t-shirt
beneath that, blue denim jeans, and brown hiking boots on his feet.]

RB: I ain't changed.  Never will.  But my paychecks are comin' from
Phoenix now, not Paradise.  Big change.  There's rules here.  Lots of
'em.  But the more sh[BLEEP]t changes, the more it stays the same.

[He raises two clenched fists up into the camera's view.]

RB: In Paradise, these hands were often covered in glass, but always
covered in blood.  Mine and my enemies'.  And I don't see that
changin' here.  Not while there's scumbags around just begging to get
their faces smashed in.  So sooner or later, glass or no, these hands
are gonna' be covered in blood once more.  It's inevitable.
Especially since I won't be knockin' some piece of sh[BLEEP]t out with
a sock full of quarters, but my bare hands.  Which ain't a problem.
Change is good.  _Real_ good.

[He pauses for a beat, changing the subject slightly.]

So are traditions.  They remind us of where we've been, what we've
done... where we came from.  They allow us to honor the past, and
those who walked the path before us.  But sometimes...

Traditions are flawed, and need to be chucked out the window.
Sometimes...

We need to walk our _own_ path, to make our _own_ _new_ traditions.
'Cause if we don't change, then we walk the endless cycle of
repetition, until death comes knockin'.  And that...

[He runs a hand through his beard.]

RB: That ain't so good.

[Leaning forward, Ronan rises to his feet.]

RB: I honor the traditions of our past, but I don't live by them.  A
man ain't a man if he can't deal with change.  This is what I bring to
Phoenix Valley... a new perspective.  'Cause the more things change,
the more they stay the same.  Think about it.

[Ronan heads for the door and the light beyond. Darkness leads to
light, as a door opens out into the small  backstage area of the
Chiles Center.  And the brooding warrior Ronan Benedict steps out into
the hallway.  There he pauses briefly, as his eyes acclimate
themselves to the brightness.  Roman makes a right turn just as his
eyes adjust to the brightness to accidentally bump into Larry Gionet
who is preparing for his 4 way scramble match.  Gionet sees him at the
corner of his eye shoving him hard against the cement wall as he
storms away.  He shakes his head as the loud echo of his black
wrestling boots resonate throughout the Chiles Center.  Gritting his
teeth angrily, Ronan pushes off the wall and goes after Larry,
grabbing him firmly by the shoulder and spinning him around so the two
are face-to-face.]

RB: Okay man, anyone who puts their hands on me is either lookin' for
a fight, or has something to say.  So spit it out, before I kick your
f[BLEEP]kin' teeth in.

[Gionet looks at him not even flinching.  He pokes him in the chest
giving him some space.]

LG:  You would not have suffered such fate if you were watching where
you were going kid.  You are just like everyone else.  Blind to what
is out there in the world and oblivious to the truth.  If you think
for a damn second that you are advancing in this tournament and taking
what is rightfully mine you are gravely mistaken!

[Ronan boldly steps back into Larry's personal space, not fazed by his
finger poking.]

RB: Blind?  Oblivious?

[He turns his head to the side, a slight smirk forming on his bearded
face as a chuckle grows in his throat.  He then returns his gaze to
the man standing in front of him.]

RB: I've seen sh[BLEEP]t that you couldn't imagine, man.  Sh[BLEEP]t
that most men wouldn't _want_ to imagine.  As for that tournament
you're sweatin' over?  Well...

[Despite being two inches shorter than Gionet, Ronan nevertheless
lashes out, headbutting him in the face.  Payback for being shoved
against the wall.]

RB: We'll just see what happens when the bell rings, won't we?

[Before he can react, Ronan is the recipient of a retaliatory spin
fist to the side of the head by a furious Gionet.  He prounces on
Ronan as a fight on the ground ensues.  Ronan rolls on top of Gionet
to gain an advantage before a slew of wrestlers rush to the scene to
pull apart the two men.  The two yell at one another, but it joins the
mix of aural refuse as wrestlers and road agents add to the commotion,
yelling to have the two broken up.  It's at this point that we fade
back to ringside.]

CL: Whoa ... Larry Gionet looks to have walked in the back and picked
a fight with PVW's latest signing from the famous Benedict family!

FH: Gionet is a bit sore from his bad luck earlier in the night and
wanted to shut that loud mouth up.  I applaud the true warrior.

CL: Ronan Benedict is a huge signing for the PVW and Gionet had no
right interrupting his assigned time here tonight.

FH: Well he did and it looks like he was about to smash Ronan until he
was saved in the back.

CL: I don't know about that.  There aren't a lot of guys that can
stand toe to toe in this industry with Ronan.

FH: Larry Gionet can.

HD: Introducing first from Beverly Hills, California ... Standing at
six foot seven and weighing in at two hundred and ninety seven pounds
...


Here is ...


"THE CONCIETED BASTARD" ....


CHASE WILLIAMS !!!


[The pounding bass of "Heavy Metal Kings" By Jedi Mind tricks rocks
the arena, and the rampway begins to fill with smoke.]


##I murder you and laugh##
##I'm Barry Sanders slashing through the path##
##you a magician's assistant, I'm sawin' you in half##

[A figure appears atop the entryway, his shadow looming behind a
shroud of smoke. He emerges, standing smugly at the edge of the ramp,
arms crossed. Chase Williams regards the crowd with a disgust he does
not try in the slightest to hide as he takes the first few steps down
the ramp.]

##you a heathan that rely on the beast##
##I'm a demon at the fire crucifyin' the priest##
##I shine over beats##
##a motherfuckin' beast on the mic##
##I'm a lion out the jungle, raw meat what I like##

[Chase shadows a few punches as he ascends the rampway, focusing
solely on the ring. He reaches ringside and climbs the stairs,
stepping over the top rope. He circles the ring and finally turns
towards the entryway with a look that can only be described as utterly
hateful.]

FH: Our first PVW Heavyweight Champion and perhaps our first PVW World
Champion.

HD: His partner ...  Standing at six foot one and weighing in at two
hundred and fifteen pounds.  From Florence, South Carolina ...


Here is ...


"THE FLY KING" ...


WILL GEDDINGS !!!


["Knockin' on Heaven's Door" by Guns N' Roses begins to a huge chorus
of boos. From the backstage emerges the newly renamed FlyKing.
Geddings has on his trademark black pants with Eagle written down one
leg and Claw down the other. Geddings walks slowly, smirking at the
fans on either side of the entranceway as he makes his way to the
ring.]

[After making his way to the ring, Geddings hops over the top rope and
stretches his arms out to either side, soaking up the boos. Geddings
moves over to the turnbuckle and hops onto it, taking a seat and
looking out over the ring.]

FH: A living legend right here.  The man has dominated everywhere he
has been.  He started his path to pure domination before our little
hiccup.  It's time for him to continue.

HD: Their opponents... Introducing first from, Dublin, Ireland.
Standing at six foot one, and weighing in at two hundred and ten
pounds ...


Here is ...


"THE FIGHTING IRISHMAN" ...


CALEB FOLEY !!!



["I'm Shipping Up To Boston" by The Dropkick Murphy's
plays over the PA. as the arena fills with cheers. On
the Shootfire Screens we see a graphic and it reads
"From Dublin, Ireland" CALEB FOLEY]

"I'm a sailor peg
And I lost my leg
Climbing up the top sails,
I lost my leg!

I'm shipping up to Boston (Way Oh)
I'm shipping up to Boston (Way Oh)
I'm shipping up to Boston (Way Oh)
I'm shipping off... to find my wooden leg"

[Caleb stands at the entrance just bouncing to the
beat of the music. He has his red hair buzzcut and an
eager look on his face. Dressed in all black, from the
kickpads to the boots and the jacket itself, Caleb
begins to walk down the entrance when he stops, he
bends down and pounds his knuckles to the ground as a
huge pyro display goes off!!]


[CROWD POPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


[Foley heads toward the ring, he hops up onto the
apron and jumps over the top rope catching himself on
the second turnbuckle where he salutes the crowd, as
they pop for him!!]

CL: The fan favorite who came out to Brian Young's rescue earlier
tonight...

FH: He had no right.

CL: Well Rob Cole won't be his partner due to our new Comissioners
punishment.

FH: And we are so lucky to have El Outlaw Loco as his replacement.

CL: We are indeed.

HD: Hailing from Cancun, Mexico.  Standing 5feet and 7 inches tall,
and weighing in at 165lbs...


Here is ...


EL OUTLAW LOCO !!!


["La Cucaracha" blares throughout the arena. A pop from the crowd as
El Outlaw Loco appears on the entryway. Hopping around, not fooling
anyone with his standard ring gear, camouflage shorts, and a PVW t-
shirt, but with a Luchadore mask, El Outlaw Loco raises his arm to the
crowd showing a pair of leather grapple gloves.]

CL: Really?  El Outlaw Loco is being billed as being 5'7, and weighing
165 pounds?

FH:   Maybe if he weighed in on the moon.


<< DING  DING >>


CL: Caleb Foley is starting things off and it appears we are having a
problem on the other side as Chase Williams is demanding that Will
Geddings step out of _his_ ring.

[Geddings opens the top and middle ropes and points for Chase Williams
to step out ...]

FH: It appears both men want to start the match off and teach Caleb
Foley a lesson.  Can you blame them?

CL: Williams shoves Geddings ... Geddings shoves Williams ...


*** HUGE POP ***


CL: CALEB FOLEY FROM BEHIND WITH A ROLL UP ON WILLIAMS!




ONE ...




TWO ...




FH: Geddings breaks the pin.

[Geddings pulls Foley up and drives him back with a few stiff forearm
shots... He sends The Fighting Irishman across the ropes ... Foley
leap frogs and blocks an hip toss. He yanks Geddings forward and
closes his arms around Geddings waist and BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPLEX!]

CL: Foley back up, but Williams PLANTS him with a clothesline. Referee
Jay O'Riley is quickly forcing the Conceited Bastard back to the
outside, but the damage was done.

FH:  Geddings off the ropes ... ASAI MOONSAULT Flyking style!




ONE ...




TWO ...




[Kick out pop, Geddings pulls Foley up and backs him into the corner.
He goes to send Foley across with an Irish whip, but Foley reverses
it!  Foley follows suit, but Geddings uses the ropes and lands behind
Foley.  Foley ducks under a wild right and hits the ropes... EL Outlaw
LOCO slaps Foleys back...  Foley leaps with a flying body press and
Geddings rolls with it to land on top of Foley for the cover, but the
referee has seen the tag and isn't dropping down for the count!
Geddings leaps to his feet and gets in the officials face.  The
referee points to the top ropes where El Outlaw LOCO stands and he
leaps ....]


*** HUGE POP! ***


CL: FLYING BODY PRESS!!!! THE COVER!!!

FH: That's illegal in the united states!




ONE ...




TWO ...



CL: Geddings with a kick out.  Geddings quickly scoots back into his
corner and looks up at Chase who reaching towards him for the tag.

FH: It's hard to make a tag here tonight with only the wrestler who
grabs the pinfall gaining that coveted number one seed.

[El Outlaw Loco charges, but Geddings quick to react with a body press
over the ropes, but Outlaw Loco lands on his feet and the ring apron
... Not for long as Chase Williams comes charging down the ring apron
and -- ]


"___THUUUUUUUUD___"


CL: HUGE CLOTHESLINE TO THE SIDE OF EL OUTLAW LOCO'S HEAD OUT OF NO
WHERE!

FH: It's a bird ... It's a plane ... It's a flying wanna be luchadore!

CL: El Outlaw Loco is laying flat on his back on that cold unforgiving
cement floor.  Will Geddings and Chase Williams look at one another
and Chase Williams extends his hand waiting for a tag.

FH: Geddings just blows him off.   I like Chase as much as the next
guy, but Geddings wants this number one seed.  It does him no good
standing on the ring apron.

[Geddings runs and hits the ropes and begins to dive over the top
ropes as Geddings sores over the top ropes, Williams slaps his back
tagging himself in.  Geddings crashes on top of Outlaw Loco on the
outside ...]

FH: FLYKING!

CL: Chase Williams tagged himself in.  He steps into the ring and
charges ...

[... and sends Caleb Foley off the ring apron.  Chase Williams holds
his arms up and the fans boo loudly.  Jay O'Riley counts out El Outlaw
Loco on the outside.]

CL: Geddings just realized Williams tagged himself in and he isn't
happy.  He grabs El Outlaw Loco and sends him back in telling Chase he
has to earn that number one seed.

FH: Smart move by Geddings.  A count out gives his team the win, but
hands Chase that number one seed.

[Caleb Foley is back up and fires through the ropes looking to get
revenge, the referee quickly blocks him off witch gives Chase Williams
an open invitation on El Outlaw Loco.]

CL: Chase Williams is choking Outlaw Loco.  Foley is telling the
referee to turn around and Chase Williams just SMASHES his head into
the nose region of the masked superstar.

FH: Smash that dirty mouth!  I am tired of his total disrespect for
our country.  Gibson Hayes is going to have his way with El Outlaw
Loco.

CL: Chase has Loco stunned and ...

[Williams with a kick to the gut of El Outlaw Loco, tucks his head
between his legs, and lifts him up for a power bomb.  ]

CL: You can't power bomb Outlaw!

[Williams slams Outlaw down on the mat.]


"___THUUUUUUD___"


FH: I guess you can power bomb El Outlaw Loco!

CL: Chase hooks a leg!




ONE ...




TWO ...




*** MIXED POP!!! ***


CL: HA! Geddings pulls Chase off Loco.

FH: What are you doing Geddings?

CL: If Chase Williams scores the pinfall then his team wins, but he
takes the number one seed.

[Chase Williams shoves Will Geddings.  Will Geddings shoves Chase
Williams.]



F I G H T ! ! !   F I G H T ! ! !   F I G H T ! ! !   F I G H T ! ! !


F I G H T ! ! !   F I G H T ! ! !   F I G H T ! ! !   F I G H T ! ! !


F I G H T ! ! !   F I G H T ! ! !   F I G H T ! ! !   F I G H T ! ! !


CL: The fans are chanting for a fight.

FH: Watch out!

[While the two were shoving each other, Loco tagged in Caleb Foley and
the two landed each a flying body press ...]




ONE ...




TWO ...




*** DISSAPOINTING KICK OUT POP! ***




CL: Foley and El Outlaw Loco are working together now ...  Very unlike
the Outlaw I remember.

FH: Maybe they teach teamwork in Mexico?

[Caleb Foley pulls Will Geddings up, while across the ring El Outlaw
Loco pulls up Chase Williams...  The two men whip them towards each
other.  Chase Williams and Will Geddings stop from crashing into each
other and turn ....]


"___CRAAAAAAACK___"


"___CRAAAAAAACK___"


CL: DOUBLE CRESENT KICKS!  FOLEY AND OUTLAW ARE ON A ROLL!

FH: Get that crazy luchadore out of there!

[Geddings rolls outside the ring and waves the ring off...  El Outlaw
Loco climbs the top ropes as Geddings stops and gives him the finger.
Loco thinks long and hard and walks down the turnbuckles and back to
the outside]

CL: That was unlike Outlaw.  The Outlaw we remember would have leaped
even if there was a brick wall standing in front of him.

FH: Chase Williams ducks under a clothesline...  Foley with a kick,
Chase catches in ...


"___THWAAAAP___"


CL: ENZIGURI!!!!




ONE ...




TWO ...




[... Chase with a strong kick out.  Foley leaps up and nails Geddings
who just got back up on the outside of the ring apron.  Foley sets up
for, An Irish Blessing ... He takes off with the spear, but the crafty
veteran grabs the charging Foley and rams him right into the corner of
the turnbuckles....]


*** JEERING POP!!! ***


FH: HEADS UP BY THE FIRST PVW HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!

CL: Foley has hurt his shoulder.  He is screaming out.

FH: That's nothing new.

[Chase Williams stumbles around and tags in Will Geddings.  The two
for the first time work together yanking the Fighting Irishman up ...
Will Geddings lifts him up for a suplex, but drops him on his stomach
right across Williams extended knee....]

CL: _DEVASTATING_ double team move.

FH: Will Geddings hooks a leg ...




ONE ...




*** POP!!! ***




CL: Chase Williams pulled Geddings off Foley.

FH: I guess that didn't last long.

[Geddings back up in Chase's face telling him to "Watch it"...  Foley
has turned and began to crawl towards his corner.  The Mexican
superstar has his arm extended calling for the tag.  Geddings quickly
over to yank The Fighting Irishman back into the center of the ring.
He turns, _springboards_ LEGDROP right across the throat of Foley!]




ONE ...




FH: GEDDINGS IS THE NUMBER ONE CONTENDER RIGHT HERE!




TWO ...




THR ---




*** KICK OUT POP! ***




CL: Foley shoots a shoulder up.  Geddings doesn't look happy what-so-
ever.  Williams is holding his palm out for the tag, but Geddings
locks on a full nelson ....


"___THUUUUUUUD___"


FH: FULL NELSON SUPLEX!  THE FLYKING HOOKS A LEG!




ONE ...




TWO ...




CL: Foley fires another shoulder up!

FH: He is pointing this one away!

[The Flyking is climbing the top ropes... He points down at Foley
holding his hurt shoulder in the center of the ring... He leaps into a
full fledged ELBOW DROP ...]


.


.


.


.


"___THUUUUUUUUUUD___"


*** MASSIVE MISSED SPOT POP!!! ***


CL: FOLEY JUST ROLLED OUT OF THE WAY!!!!!

FH: NOOO COME ON!

[Foley turns and begins to inch his way to his masked superstar
partner.  Geddings is back up and Foley dives .... ]


*** HOT TAG POP !!! ***

CL: EL OUTLAW LOCO !!!!!

[Loco comes rushing in and destroys Geddings with a shoulder block...
Williams quickly steps in and Loco runs up the turnbuckles ....
TORNADO DDT!!!!!]

FH: Jesus what has gotten into him?

CL: What a picture perfect Tornado DDT.  You won't find one more
beautiful then that.

[Foley charges in and tackles Williams who was using the ropes to get
to his feet _THROUGH_ the ropes as the two men stumble to the
outside...  The Flyking back to his feet and goes for a big crescent
kick, but El Outlaw Loco ducks under it .... Hits the ropes ROCKER
DROPPER!!!!]

CL: El Outlaw Loco is fired up!!!!

FH: What has gotten into this guy?

[El Outlaw Loco yanks The Flyking up, who is stunned ....  He sets him
up, lifts him into a power bomb position ....]


"___THUUUUUUUD___"


.


.


.


*** MASSIVE POP !!! ***


[... After the power bomb he rolled Geddings into an extended Boston
crab ... (lion tamer)]

CL: HOLY CRAP LOOK AT THAT MOVE!

FH: Look at Will Geddings eyes ...

[Will Geddings looks like he just saw a ghost and he quickly bangs the
mat tapping out...  El Outlaw Loco holds the hold there for a few
extra seconds as Chase Williams stumbles to his feet and lets go...]


*** DING, DING , DING !!! ***


*** MASSIVE FACE POP !!! ***

CL: Caleb Foley has rolled back into the ring and has realized he is
the winner, but El Outlaw Loco has just picked up that coveted number
one seed.

FH: You _have_ to be kidding me.  El freaking Outlaw Loco is the
number one seed for our PVW WORLD Heavyweight Championship?  Someone
wake me up from this nightmare.

[Will Geddings is backing up right past Chase Williams who is glaring
into the ring... El Outlaw Loco reaches back behind his head and
begins to remove his mask.]

CL: El Outlaw Loco is removing his mask?

FH: Finally we get to see who this masked superstar is...

CL: I always just assumed it was, well Outlaw.


*** HOLLY COW, OH MY GOD POP!!! ***


[... Standing in the ring is wrestling veteran, "The Blade" Justin
Cruise ...  The fans leap to their feet as Will Geddings has already
high tailed it up the aisle way.  Chase Williams has just realized his
long time foe stands just a few yards away and his eyes grow wide.
Caleb Foley stands perplexed as The Blade raises his hand!]

CL: JUSTIN CRUISE IS INSIDE THE PVW!!!!!!

FH: There was rumors that Dex Willingham was hot after this guy like a
lost puppy dog.  When Victory Lane was running around the back his
name kept coming up.   Will Geddings actually poked fun.

CL: JUSTIN CRUISE IS INSIDE THE PVW!!!!!!  LISTEN TO THESE FANS!!!




W E L C O M E   B A C K ! ! !   W E L C O M E   B A C K ! ! !


W E L C O M E   B A C K ! ! !   W E L C O M E   B A C K ! ! !


W E L C O M E   B A C K ! ! !   W E L C O M E   B A C K ! ! !


W E L C O M E   B A C K ! ! !   W E L C O M E   B A C K ! ! !



FH: What's the big deal about this cat?  I've heard a lot about him.
Caught some of his early matches.  He was talented I admit that, but
Will Geddings acted like he saw a ghost.

CL: Will Geddings and Justin Cruise go way back ...  These two were
long time tag team partners and mortal enemies...  Justin Cruise just
slapped his finishing move, Cruise Control on Geddings with ease yet
unexpectingly.

FH:  Geddings will have a plan he always does.

[Chase Williams slowly backs up the aisle way ... He glares into the
center of the ring where the returning legend stands.  Justin Cruise
turns to Caleb Foley...  He extends his hand ...  Caleb Foley
accepts.]


*** POP !!! ***


CL: Welcome to the PVW...  We have needed you for a long time.

FH: Give me a break.

[Cruise rolls out of the ring and begins slapping the hands with the fans as he heads back the aisle way.]

FH: I can't believe that.

CL: Believe it!

[The ever-familiar strains of "Born To Be Wild" by Steppenwolf begin
to crank out from the PA.  The fans go wild!]

HD: INTRODUCING FIRST...

COMING DOWN THE AISLE, FROM TUCSON, ARIZONA... WEIGHING IN AT TWO-
HUNDRED TWENTY-THREE POUNDS...


                   ...THE TUCSON KID!


[As the classic rock anthem rolls out over the arena, the Tucson Kid
runs out from behind the curtain.  He sprints down the aisle, slapping
hands the whole way... in a flash, he's to ringside.  The camera just
now gets a good look at him... he's got long dark-brown hair, wild
brown eyes, and a very light, thin-trimmed goatee-and-mustache.

The Kid wears sky-blue tights, with a light-beige trim that bears a
red pattern reminiscent of Southwestern design motifs. To the ring, he
also wears a tan leather 'western'-style poncho, with frilled edges
and an Arizona Sun logo emblazoned on the back.  A red bandana adorns
his head, and electrical tape is wrapped about the wrists and hands.
Blue-and-white 'eagle'-motif boots (the sort that were often worn by
Barry Windham or Dusty Rhodes way back when) complete his attire.

The Kid circles the ring, slowing to a jog so as not to blow himself
up prematch, and eventually he hops up onto the apron.  He climbs to
the top turnbuckle, looking all about him, taking in the sight of the
crowd.  Tucson pumps his fist in the air, and the fans rise to their
feet cheering the youngster.  He then hops down into the ring, and
starts limbering up.]

CL: The fans love Tucson Kid!!!

FH: God knows why.

HD: His opponent... From Allentown, Pennsylvania ... Standing at five
foot ten and weighing in at two hundred and fifteen pounds ...


Here is ...


The leader of the most feared group in professional wrestling history
...


"SHOWTIME"


RICK MARLEY !!!


# Please allow me to introduce myself,
# I'm a man of wealth and taste...

[The arena lights dim as "Sympathy for the Devil" by The Rolling
Stones begins to play over the PA system.  After a moment, "Showtime"
Rick Marley emerges from the back to a chorus of boos.  The dark
haired wrestler is wearing dark long legged trunks with the word
"Showtime" stenciled across the butt and with blue-ish white spotlight
streaks up the legs, along with a black WMI t shirt.

He walks unhurriedly down towards the ring, ignoring the boos, insults
and threats from those in attendance until he is about 15 feet
from the ring, at which point he sprints the distance, sliding under
the bottom rope, striding across the squared circle to climb to the
second rope in front of the announcer's table, where he raises both
hands to the crowd...]




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	One on One Action, 30 Minute Time Limit:
	The Tucson Kid
	v. Rick Marley

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FH: Here they come, and now we finally get to see that little runt The
Tucson Kid get crushed like the bug that he is!  That punk's got some
nerve, cheating "Showtime" Rick Marley out of his rightful undefeated
record here in PVW!

CL: Fred, I'm sorry to disappoint you but the Kid there put the
captain of WMI's shoulders to the mat for a clean three count, and no
amount of crying about it on Marley's part is going to change that.

FH: Shhhh...don't think that Marley doesn't hear you...and he's been
making sure that WMI pays people back...no matter how
small the bill is.

CL: The two men are standing nose to nose in the ring with the Kid
once again jawing at Marley...WHO RESPONDS WITH A BIG OPEN HANDED SLAP
TO THE FACE OF THE ROOKIE!

FH: Now THAT'S a wrestlinlg hold I can get behind!

CL: Tucson Kid stumbles back away from Marley as Showtime is on top of
the electrifying rooking, firing a rapid series of lefts and rights to
the ribs of the slender rookie.  Kid leaning against the ropes...and
Marley with a diving chop block to the side of the knee that puts the
Kid on the mat!

FH: See that...that's the payback.  If you go and hang a loss on
Marley, he goes and cripples you.  That sounds fair to me.

CL: It would!  Marley with a quick elbowdrop to the chest of the Kid,
who rolls over to his hands and knees gasping for air.

FH: He's begging for mercy!  Time to put him in a body bag.

CL: Tucson Kid has never quit on a match in PVW, and he's not going to
start now.  Now this is classless!  Marley is bending over and jawing
into the Kid's face, talking trash to the youngster.

FH: You didn't seem to think it was classless when it was Tucson Kid
was doing the same thing to Marley the last time they met.

CL: Whoa!  Tucson Kid had enough of Marley's lip!  He just came to his
knees and caught Marley with a hard forearm to the jaw that staggered
Mr. Called shot...and The Kid is up and jawing right backto Marley as
he fires back with a dizzying flurry of rights and lefts of his own.

FH: Dear God!  Those two guys have handspeed like boxers!

CL: The Kid appears faster, but Marley doesn't seem to be wilting as
they go after each other...but Kid ducks a big right hand, spinning
Marley around and plants him with a body slam!  Marley back up and
Tucson Kid catches him with a arm drag takedown!  He's back up and is
taken down with a hip toss from the Kid!  Marley in a fourth time and
he gets met with yet another arm drag takedown!

[Huge Crowd pop.]

FH: Yup...I've gone crosseyed.

CL: Marley pounds the mat in frustration and slides out of the ring to
the outside as the fans get all over him and Kid gestures for him to
come back into the ring.

FH: Marley's hand gesture is pretty straight forward, and I don't
think he's telling the Kid that he's Number 1.

CL: The official is counting now and Marley warily climbs up onto the
apron, putting a foot through the ropes to break the count...and here
comes the Kid again!

FH: And there goes Marley!  The second Tucson Kid started towards him,
Marley bailed out of the ring and is telling the official that he
needs to keep the youngster back.  Veteran move by Marley here to
break up the momentum that Tucson Kid going on just a second ago.

CL: He's abusing the rules, that's for sure.  Now Marley is back up on
the apron, telling the official to back the Kid off once again...and
he's finally in the ring.

FH: Nice and refreshed.  Give credit where it's due, Chip.

CL: Marley and Tucson Kid back in the middle of the ring gain...collar
and elbow tie up with the Kid once again jawing at Marley.  Marley
floats over into a side headlock.  Tucson Kid sends him for the ride
and drops down as Marley rebounds and hops over.  Kid up and goes for
another armdrag, but Marley shifts in mid air, twisting and catching
Tucson Kid's head and floats over into a modified Tornado DDT!  Very
athletic move by the Widowmakers' captain!  Why does he pull those
shenanigans when he's fully capable of actually wrestling?

FH: It's easier and the rate of return is better on shortcuts...and
you know, I don't think I hear you complaining when The Wild Cards
cheat their eye teeth out during a tag team match, do I?

CL: That's entertainment!  The stuff they pull rarely effects the
outcome of a match, and there's no malice behind it!

FH: Try selling that to the Prophets of Rage, the Made Men or
Livestock and Gutch.  The Wild Cards have cheated all three of those
teams of victories...and they did that AFTER Rick Marley left the
team.

CL: I really don't have an answer for that, Fred.  But in THIS match,
Rick Marley is in control as he hits a running layout dropkick to the
face of a rising Tucson Kid.  Marley back up and he grabs the Kid's
right leg and twists, locking on a step over toe hold as he really
wreches at that same right knee that he chop blocked at the start of
the match.

FH: Marley's used to being the faster guy in the ring, and it's
obvious that Tucson Kid's speed caused him some problems the last time
they met.  It looks like Marley came in with a game plan on how to
limit that advantage for the Kid this time around.

CL: Marley drops back to the mat while he has that hold locked on,
really torquing the knee of the Tucson Kid in the process! He grabs
the Kid by his hair and pulls him to his feet, then reaches down and
grabs that right leg...and takes him down with a legdrag takedown!
And it's obvious that Tucson Kid's knee is going to remain his target
during this match.

FH: Marley smells blood in the water and he's like a shark when he
gets that way...and speaking of which, it looks like a feeding frenzy
is about to start up...

[The Mercenary and "Pokerface" Mark Masterson both make their way down
the aisle.  Merc is holding his trusty Haliburton as he and Masterson
joke back and forth...]

CL: There's no reason to have those two vultures down here!  Marley
and Tucson Kid are having a perfectly decent match without the help
from the rest of the Widowmakers, that's for sure!

FH: This is what happens when you sell out your friends...Tommy
Ryder's not around to even the score, so it looks like Tucson Kid just
got himself signed up for a handicap match.  SUCKER!

[Merc and Masterson both take a seat near the timekeeper's table,
cheering Marley on from time to time.]

CL: Marley is back on his feet as he brings the Kid back to his
vertical base and fires a few right hands that back the Kid up into
the ropes once again.  Marley sends him for a ride and hits a flying
forearm that absolutely floors the rooke!

FH: Marley's starting to feel it now...the Kid is in trouble.

CL: Marley is off the ropes and hits a running sommersault splash onto
the prone Kid and goes for a cover...


ONE ...


TWO ...


CL: Not even close!  Tucson Kid fires a shoulder up at 1 1/2.  There's
way too much fight in him for him to give in that quickly.

FH: Masterson seems to think kicking out was a bad idea.  He's yelling
that he can make it easy or hard, it's his call.

CL: Marley laughs over to his stable-mates and hoists Tucson Kid back
up to his feet and hit  a nasty snap suplex.  Marley holds on and
stands back up...

FH: Can I tell you how much I hate this rolling crap?

CL: Marley hoists him up for a second...AND GETS HIT WITH THE REWRITE!

FH: THAT'S GIMMICK INFRINGEMENT!

CL: Marley was goind for a vertical suplex, but The Tucson Kid
countered in mid air, twisting around so that he hit a modified
inverted DDT on Marley on the way down!  That's Marley's own move!

FH: He should sue!

CL: He should get up is what he should do.  Both men are down, and now
The Mercenary and Mark Masterson look concerned.  They've both stood
up from their chairs and are pounding on the apron to motivate their
stable-mate.  Tucson Kid is coming slowly to his feet, as is Marley,
who uses the turnbuckles for help in standing, then leans heavily
against them, shaking his head to try to clear the cobwebs out.

FH: Well, someone in there uses their brain...that's reassuring,
anyway.

CL: Tucson Kid is back up and sees Marley and charges in...and Monkey
Flips Marley out into the middle of the ring!

FH: No way does that normally work on Showtime!

CL: But it did this time, and that's all that's important!  The Kid
quickly hops up to the top turnbuckle...and he takes off!

FH: NO!

CL: HIGH NOON!  HE HIT HIGH NOON IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING!  Tucson
Kid hits his high elevation moonsault on Rick Marley and he crawls
over for the cover!  He could get him!



ONE ...





TWO ...





THREE ???




FH: Oh thank GOD!

CL: Marley shoots his shoulder up at 2 and 99/100ths as the Tucson Kid
is looking at the official in disbelief!

FH: Move on, you big crybaby.

CL: Tucson Kid shakes his head in frustration and brings a groggy Rick
Marley to his feet...and floors him again with a stiff cross chop to
the throat!  A quick kneedrop to the throat follows up as Marley is
now obviously in a lot of trouble here tonight.

FH: Don't count him out till you count Tucson Kid's teeth at the end
of the match.  Marley said he was gonna find a way to make the Kid
pay, and he's going to.  Bank on it.

CL: Tucson Kid in firm control as he picks Marley back up to his feet
and sends him into the corner and follows him in closely...and hits
the Whiplash!  That spinning heel kick just as Marley hit the
turnbuckle rocked the veteran's head back and put him in la la land!

FH: He's playing possum, I tell you!

CL: It's getting VERY convincing.

FH: He's cunning beyond your comprehension.

CL: Marley is slumped in the corner as Tucson Kid climbs in front of
him and cocks back a fist and looks around...

[MEGA CROWD POP]

FH: This is illegal!  Ref, get in there and save him!

CL: This is payback for all of the attacks...for all of the brutality
that the Widowmakers have brought to PVW, Fred.  This is for what
they've done to Laurel Levinger...for Tyrone Parker...for William
Craven...

FH: They all had it coming.

[Tucson Kid got the answer he was hoping for as he starts raining
right hands down on Rick Marley's forehead...]

Crowd:

ONE ...



TWO ...



THREE ...



FOUR ...



FIVE ...



SIX ...



SEVEN ...



EIGHT ...



NINE ...



TEN !!!



[Tucson Kid hops down and Marley falls face first onto the canvas.]

CL: The Kid is on fire here at Tradition 2, and Marley is down and
out!  The Kid measures Marley up as Showtime slowly comes to his
feet...he springboards...AND HE'S DONE IT!  HE HITS THE TUCSON EXPRESS
SPRINGBOARD FLYING DDT FINISHER!

FH: sOMEBODY DO SOMETHING!

CL: The ref is there with the cover...


ONE ...






TWO ...




FH: Masterson!  Masterson put Marley's foot on the rope and Merc's
pointing it out to the ref!  Genius!

CL: HIGHWAY ROBBERY!  The Tucson Kid had this match won!


[TEAR DOWN THE ROOF POP]

CL: APPARENTLY WILLIAM CRAVEN AGREES WITH YOU.  THE MOTOR CITY MADMAN
HAS HIT RINGSIDE WITH A KENDO STICK IN HAND AS HE MAKES A BEELINE FOR
MERCENARY AND MASTERSON!  Merc drops the Haliburton and charges the
big green monster and the two start  exchanging haymakers that would
cripple lesser men!  Masterson has ducked behind the ring apron so
Craven doesn't see him, as intent as he is on The Mercenary!

FH: Merc trying to take your head off tends to fill a guy's attention
up a bit.

CL: Mercenary and Craven spill into the back as their battle
continues.

FH: I guess they didn't have enough of each other earlier tonight!

CL: Meanwhile in the ring, Tucson Kid can't belive that Marley is
still alive and in this.  He hoists Marley back up and sends him for
the ride once more...and catches him with a rib crushing powerslam!

FH: Not good!

CL: Kid hooks the leg for the cover!  Can he go 2 for 2?


ONE ...





TWO ...





THREE ???






FH: NO!  Marley got the shoulder up at the last second AGAIN!

CL: And this time without help...Tucson Kid slaps the mat in
frustration.  He's gotta be wondering how he can keep Marley
down on the mat, Fred.

FH: Simple: He can't.  He should give up now and go home like a good
boy.

CL: You're disgusting.  Tucson Kid picks a dazed Rick Marley up as the
official moves to stop Mark Masterson from hopping up on the
apron...Oh no!

FH: BRILLIANT!  That gave Marley the distraction he needed to put a
thumb in Tucson Kid's eye, then hit a low blow that sent the rookie to
the mat...which is right where Marley ended up again as well.

CL: Masterson's distraction cost The Kid as now the official turns
around to see both men lying prone and begins the mandatory 10 count.


ONE ...



TWO ...


THREE ...


FOUR ...


FIVE ...

CL: The Tucson Kid is coming to his hands and knees...and "Showtime"
Rick Marley is crawling towards the ropes.


SIX ...


SEVEN ...

FH: Marley is up the ropes...he's leaning, but he's upright!

CL: Tucson Kid charges in on Marley...OH MY!

FH: That was out of nowhere!

CL: SHOWBOMB!  MARLEY HIT HIS WAISTLIFT POWERBOMB AND ABSOLUTELY
FLATTENED THE TUCSON KID!  We've got ourselves a match again folks!

FH: Was there ever any doubt?  Don't answer that.

CL: Marley is up on his feet, looks at Tucson Kid and hops up, hitting
a split legged moonsault onto his prone form!

FH: Hurts me just looking at it.

CL: Marley passes up the opportunity to cover the Kid and picks him up
by his hair...and hits a standing hurricanrana that sends the Kid hard
to the canvas once again!  Marley now picking up momentum as he steps
onto The Kid's back and locks on a surfboard hold!

FH: That'll strech out some stuff that doesn't want to be stretched!

CL: The official is asking the Kid if he gives...but there's no
way...Marley needs to watch his back though...


ONE ...


TWO ...

CL: Marley breaks the hold as his shoulders ended up on the mat.

FH: See how quickly he did that though...that's a ring sense for you.

CL: That's being able to notice that you're being counted out, Fred.
I think anyone can do that...

FH: Not anyone.

CL: Who can't?

FH: ...blind/deaf people.

CL: Right...because Helen Keller was a big motivator for them to go
into pro wrestling.

FH: It could happen.

CL: Moving right along...Marley stays right on top of the Kid, spiking
his right knee into the canvas repeatedly before turning him
over...AND LOCKING ON THE SHOWSTOPPER!  MARLEY'S GOT THAT FINISHER
LOCKED IN AND HE'S LEANING BACK AND REALLY PUTTING PRESSURE ON THE
KID'S BACK AND KNEES!

FH: TAP!  Just make it easy on yourself...tap!

CL: Quit isn't in Tucson Kid's vocabulary...look at him fight to the
ropes!

FH: Great...who doesn't know the word quit?  He's retarded!  We're SO
gonna get sued for letting him wrestle.

CL: Fred!  He is not retarded!

FH: Sorry, Chip...I'm not calling him 'special' or 'differently abled'
or any of that nonsense.  I call 'em like they are: call a retard a
retard.

CL: He's not...you know what, never mind.

FH: Where?

CL: That joke's REALLY old, you know that, right?  In the ring, Tucson
Kid is inches away from the rope...

FH: He's cheating...he's got a string tied that he's pulling on.

CL: Will you stop?  He's pulling for all he's worth to reach that
rope...

[MEGA FACE POP]

CL: AND HE'S GOT IT.

FH: More violence perpetrated against the retarded boy.  I wash my
hands of this.

CL: The official tells Marley to release the hold and the Widowmaker
staggers forward, holding up his hands in victory!  He thinks he won!

FH: NO!  RICK!  LOOK OUT BEHIND YOU!

CL: Tucson Kid is coming slowly to his feet as Marley's hand is yanked
down by the official, who explains to the confused Widowmaker that the
Kid reached the rope at about the same time that the rookie gets to
his feet...AND CHARGES, GOING FOR A STIFF LARIAT!

FH: DUCKED!  MARLEY DUCKED IT!

CL: Tucson Kid puts on the brakes and turns...AND GETS CAUGHT RIGHT ON
THE BUTTON BY THE CASTING CALL SUPERKICK!  MARLEY NAILED HIM AND HE
DROPPED LIKE HE GOT SHOT!

FH: Here it comes!

CL: Marley picks him back up...LIMELIGHT!  LIMELIGHT!  HERE'S THE
COVER!

ONE ...





TWO ...




THREE ???




**DING DING DING DING**

CL: RICK MARLEY DID IT!  HE AVENGED HIS ONLY LOSS HERE IN PVW DESPITE
A SPIRITED EFFORT FROM THE TUCSON KID...wait...what's he doing?

FH: This doesn't look good, Chip...I've seen that look before.

[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.

FH: Wow.  I knew Marley was angry about that loss, but not even I
thought he'd go this far...I'm speechless...honestly...

CL: We'll be back after these messages.

FH: A plan that fell right into Rick Marley's lap.

[Cut to 07.31.08 Heatwave ...]

[Derek Rage has taken Jack Baldwin down and is just choking him as
Pizzazz has grabbed a table from under the ring. Shadoe continues to
pound away on the head of Judd Marley with stiff right hands. Pizzazz
begins to set up the table as Shadoe pulls Judd to his feet ...]

FH: SUPLEX ONTO THE FLOOR! And now Shadoe pulls Judd to his feet and
tosses him onto the table.

CL: What is Shadoe thinking as he gets up there with Judd ...


"_____CCCCRRRRAAAAASSSSHHHHH______"


CL: PILEDRIVER THROUGH THE TABLE! Judd Marley was just driven to the
cement floor through that table!

FH: And here comes PVW Security!

CL: TOO LATE! THE PROPHETS OF RAGE HAVE DONE THEIR DAMAGE!

[Cut to 08.22.08 Heatwave ...]

FH: Shadoe Rage is grabbing a table now.. He is sliding it under the
ropes..

CL: This can't be good!

[The Prophets begin to set the table up as Baldwin is slowly getting
to his feet.  Derek Rage goes over to grab him, but a puff of white
smoke goes up in the face of the larger Rage brother!!!]

[WILD CARD CHEATING POP!!]

CL: Baldwin had some powder on him!!

FH: A little nose candy?

CL: Gorilla Press ......


"___THUUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"


CL: Backbreaker!!!  Dead Man's Hand!!!!!!

[Shadoe Rage charges forward and CHOPBLOCK... Baldwin crumbles to one
leg...  Shadoe Rage winds back with hammer fists...]


"___THWAAP___"


"___THWAAP___"


"___THWAAP___"


CL: STIFF Hammer fists by Shadoe Rage...

FH: Make him pay Shadoe!

CL: JUDD MARLEY FROM BEHIND ...


"___THUUUUUUUD___"


CL: DRAGON SUPLEX!

[Derek Rage is now on the outside... Blinded by the powder and blood
mixture in his eyes... Pizzazz Elysee has grabbed a water bottle from
a fan and flushing it in his eyes.  Jack Baldwin has gone to the top
ropes as Marley has pulled Shadoe Rage to his feet... Marley with a
few forearm shots to the chops for good measures... Marley lifts him
up and Baldwin leaps off with a sit-out power bomb ---- ]







"____THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"










"___CRAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSHHH___"








[OH MY GOD TABLE POP!]




CL: THROUGH THE TABLE!!!!!!!   WILD CARDS WITH A MESSAGE _BACK_ TO THE
PROPHETS! Officials are finally swarming down here as Derek Rage is
trying to leap back inside the ring.

FH: Oh _NOW_ they make their way down.  Just a little late guys.

CL: The match revolving around the PVW tag team titles has just
stepped up to a new level.

[Cut back to ringside.]

CL: Folks before we go any further we will give you any updates on The
Tucson Kid when we have them.  The Tucson Kid was left out numbered
when Tommy Ryder made a deal with the devil.  Then William Craven
chased The Mercenary through the arena and gave the window of
opportunity.

FH: He isn't the sharpest knife ...

CL: Trust me Marley will pay for what he has done.  The Motor City
Madman will see to it.

FH: Sure... Sure....

CL: We just saw what escalated this war tonight.  Both teams used
tables to their advantage and tonight the only way to win is by
sending your opponent through the table and getting a ten count
afterwards.

FH: I can't wait until the Rage brothers have those PVW tag team
titles around their waist.

CL: Some have argued that these may be the best two tag teams in
professional wrestling today if not _EVER_.  I am sure the war won't
end tonight, but it's going to be quite a battle.

FH: Hell the Wild Cards may never stand on their two feet after this
battle.

[The fans roar as Herk Douglas enters the ring and gets ready to
announce the two tag teams for the main event ...]

CL: Herk Douglas is in the ring and that means Main Event time!

FH: No it means Rage Country time!


*** HUGE MAIN EVENT POP!!! ***


HD: Tonight's Main Event will be wrestled under - TABLE DEATH MATCH
RULES!


*** HARDCORE YO POP!!! ***


HD: ... AND it will be for the PVW TAG TEAM TITLES !!!


*** TAG TEAM RESPECT POP!!! ***


HD: Introducing first the challengers ... Wrestling out of Halifax,
Nova Scotia ...  Weighing in at a combine weight of five hundred and
seventy three pounds ... Accompanied to the ring by the ever so
lovely, Pizzazz Elysee ...

They are called the GATEWAY to the PVW Tag Team division ...


Here is ...


SHADOE RAGE ...

AND

DEREK RAGE ...


THE PROPHETS OF RAGE !!!


["The Death March" begins to play over the PA system.  There is a
section of fans holding up signs dubbed, RAGE COUNTRY that rise to
their feet cheering ...  Pizzazz Elysee is the first to emerge from
the back ...]

FH: Look Rage Country is here!

CL: The Prophets of Rage hit it big in Portland back with the
legendary IIWF.  They have quite a following here.

[Derek Rage strides out from behind the curtains and joins Pizzazz
Elyseee.  He wears a boxer's robe with the hood up over his head.  He
looks like a giant Grim Reaper.

Next to join the party is the other Shadoe Rage. In sharp contrast to
the dirge, Rage is animated. He wears his sparkling sequined cloak. He
throws out his arms, flourishing to the dirge's heavy beat.

The trio head to the ring,  Derek Rage walks with slow deliberate
steps he marches towards the ring.  His face betrays no expression.
As Shadoe Rage comes to the ring. He pulls of his sunglasses and hands
them to a child at ringside. His eyes burn with an almost inhuman
fever.

From the floor he springs up the ring steps and leaps over the top
rope. He spins and flourishes in the ring to the time of the music
before he whips off the cape. He leans over the ropes, pointing at the
child he gave his glasses. "The violence tonight is all because of
you!" he screams.]

CL: The Rage brothers look quite motivated out there.  This is their
big chance they have been waiting for.  At Rise from the ashes they
fought through tag team after tag team in the gauntlet match only to
get pinned by their opponents here tonight.

FH: Pizzazz Elysee is looking quite attractive I must admit.  She
deserves gold around here.

HD: ... And their opponents, THE PVW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!


*** HUGE CHAMPIONS POP! ***


HD: From the cities of Las Vegas, Nevada and Atlantic City, New Jersey
... At a combined weight of five hundred and forty pounds ...

The defender of Outlaws ... The champions of PAIN ...  The masters of
the Ghost dancers ...


Here is ...


"BLACK" JACK BALDWIN ...

AND ...

"THE GAMBLER" JUDD MARLEY ...


THE WILD CARDS !!!!


*** MASSIVE POP!!! ***


[The arena lights dim and laser lights begin to play along the
rafters.  After a moment a breathy woman's voice comes over the PA
system and asks "Are you ready to go Wild?"

"Wild Side" by Motley Crue kicks into high gear over the announce
system as three figures appear at the entryway.

The first is a well built man with short cropped sandy blond hair
wearing a black long legged singlet with purple tights over the top.
On the outside of his black wrestling boots there is a picture of a
pair of dice (showing snake eyes).

The second, by far the largest of the three is a heavily muscled, bald
man with a goatee.  Standing nearly seven feet tall, he wears a black
long legged singlet with purple tights over the top.  On the outside
of his black wrestling boots there is a picture of a pair of cards
(Jack of Spades and Ace of Spades...which matches the tattoo on his
right bicep).  He wears black elbow and knee pads to finish off his
gear.

The fans erupt into applause as the three men make their way down to
the ring slapping hands with the fans as they go.  As they reach
ringside, Baldwin steps over the top rope while Marley climbs the
turnbuckle in the 'Cards' corner points out to the fans, stands on the
top and performs a backflip into the ring to a thunderous ovation.]

CL: Listen to the roar from the fans!  They love the Wild Cards here
in Portland.

FH: Not that Rage Country section.

[Referee, Duke Martin holds up the PVW Tag Team Titles ... The light
reflects off the majestic belts as The Prophets stand in their corner
just staring up at what they would say their soon to be prizes.]


*** DING, DING, DING ***




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	Tag Team Titles, Tables Death Match:
	Prophets of Rage
	v. The Wild Cards [c]

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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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*** HEEL POP!!! ***


.


.


.


"___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.]

CL: This isn't the last the Prophets have seen of Judd and Baldwin.

FH: I don't expect it is.

CL: However first The Wild Cards will want revenge and Canadian Legacy
will find themselves with a WAR on their hands.  Folks we have had a
ton of controversy tonight...  Justin Cruise arrived!  The Killing
Machines arrived!  Ronan Benedict has signed a PVW contract!

FH: And apparently Canadian Legacy has arrived!

CL: Gibson Hayes holds both the PVW Network Title and the PVW Rising
Phoenix Championship ... The Prophets of Rage are the PVW Tag Team
Champions and we don't know who will be our PVW Heavyweight Champion
...

FH: It won't be Rob Cole ...

CL: We are out of time, but I am getting word that a camera has caught
the trainers placing The Tucson Kid in an ambulance.

[We cut backstage where quite a few wrestlers have gathered.  Urban
Legend, Jokers Wild, Caleb Foley, Dean Hayes, El Hijo Del Sol ... We
make our way through the crowd as the youngster, The Tucson Kid is
strapped to the stretcher.  Standing right at his side is William
Craven.

The paramedics ask him to step aside as they push him up the ramp way.
They get ready to shut the door, but Craven stops the door and pushes
his way into the back of the ambulance.  He gets ready to close the
door, but glares into the camera with a stern unforgiving look.]

Craven: Marley ...

[That is all the usually feared and full of words, Motor City Madman
can get out as the door is slammed and we fade to black.]





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           Credits:
Brian: Table Death Match, Law - Foley v Williams - Geddings, Urban
Legend/Jokers Wild
Rob: Scramble Match, Acorn - Livestock & The Gutch/Page - Killing
Machines,  Hartt/Hayes
Dan: Ryder/Wright
Jamie: Del Sol/Manson
Don: Marley/T-Kid


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