[Scene: an airport terminal. The automatic doors to the terminal and
outside steps the man known as Herscher von Donkerhardt. He is clad in
his trademark gray armani suit with white collared shirt and orange
tie and a trench coat that matches the color of his suit. Herscher
stands on the sidewalk looking to hail one of many cabs that are
either parked or driving by, when he hears a ringing sound. The
ringing is coming from his left pants pocket. Herscher reaches into
his pocket and pulls out a mobile phone, the source of the ringing.
Herscher puts the phone to his ear and begins to speak.]

HvD: Hello?

???: Hello, is this Herscher?

HvD: This is he, to whom am I speaking?

???: Look, kid, I saw something in you. I saw you tested and I saw you
somehow manage to beat the best man, pound for pound, in the business
today.  You survived despite being out gunned, out smarted and facing
a jackal that will do anything to survive. And then what happened?
Tell me, Nederlander.

HvD : (sighs) I got beaten up and sidelined, made to look a bitch.

???: You weren't made to look like a bitch - you became one.

HvD: (with raising tension in his voice): Who the hell are you to call
me that! you do not know me! Say that to my face whoever you are! Is
that you Fontana, What games are you playing now?


???: You became soft. You let the fans dictate what you did.

HvD: Nobody dictates anything to me! You had better not be Fontana.

???: Manson, he pushed you down and had his way with you.  You managed
to survive because you still have some savageness left. But Fontana?
Really? Letting him dictate what's going down? Then falling for
Nevermind's little stunt? What would he say? Ask yourself, what would
your beloved father figure say to you acting like such a fool?

HvD: Do not bring him into this conversation. You are playing with
fire whomever you are,

???:  Am I? I'm playing with nothing of the sort. I'm just stating a
fact.  You're weak, Nederlander.

HvD: Are you trying to get me to lose my temper? Sorry to disappoint
you ... but, I have that under control these days. I don't lose my
temper anymore.

???: And that's why you don't win any more. You failed to understand
the lesson, kid. You didn't ask your father why he joined the fat man.
You never asked the right questions or looked for the right answers.

HvD: There were things about himself he would not share with me. I
know he had many secrets that he wished to keep. I didn't ask him
those type of questions because I respected his privacy.

???: Or you were scared of the answers. Look at yourself! You're weak.
You require a baby sitter.

HvD(now red faced): I AM _NOT_ WEAK!!

???: You have failed.

HvD: I'll show you how weak I am when I face Spectre tonight!

??? (laughs): Look at yourself, hard. And when you can no longer stand
the sight of such a lacking man in the mirror, call this number. Only
then will you become the man you should be.

HvD: Never!

[Throws slams the phone against the sidewalk, instantly
smashing the phone to pieces. Herscher looks down at the phone and
mutters something angrily in Dutch. He picks up the pieces and then
tries to hail a cab.



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        ----------------------------------
               Live in @ Pacific Arena
               San Francisco, California


                     A PVW SPECIAL
                     ON THE ROAD
                         TO
                     BOILING POINT
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[The logo on your television set explodes!  And we are inside the
Pacific Arena in San Francisco, California.  PVW marches
through the west Coast in California and the rabid, Cali-fans are
letting the folks at home know it!


PVW !!!


PVW !!!


PVW !!!


PVW !!!


PVW !!!


Camera leaves the fans and focuses in on the squared circle.  With out
SSN's money the same ring as before sits in-front of you.  However
there is a decoration change.  The SSN has been removed from
everywhere.  Standing alone ... proudly ... are three letters that
have made it through it all.  They've seen the highest of the highs.
And it's made it through the lowest of the lows.  In black-red-and a
little orange -

P-V-W covers the center of the mat.  We cut to ringside where the men
who bring flavor to our broadcast sit.]

JM: Come one ... Come all!  Welcome, to a very special night.
Tonight, we bring to you a series of exploding matches as we march our
to Boiling Point that will take place right here in SAN FRANCISCO!
For the first half of the show tonight ... Myself and Matthew Anderson
will be with you.

MA: That's right for the first half you will hear what real wrestling
is about.  You will hear the _correct_ names of a move.  I know some
of you Heatwave fans aren't used to that.

JM: Come on now ... Chip is a good guy.

MA: Chip is a good guy.

[Just as Joshua and Matthew are about to start more build up banter
for this evening Eliot Lipp's "Rap Tight" starts to play over the PA
system. The instrumental hip-hop tune immediately begins a Pavlovian
response in the audience. This response is not helped by blue banners
with red circles in the middle unfurling all around the arena. And if
you did not know who was coming, the word HOPE written in white in the
center telling everyone and anyone just what is coming to PVW.]

JM: And we already are dredging up the dregs of the roster.

MA: Once again Joshua, I have to remind you about errors in your
commentary. First and foremost - HOPE represents everything PVW
wrestlers should aspire to be.

JM: Scoundrels and cheats?

MA: You're just jealous that you aren't regional HOPE director like
your pal Fred aren't you, Joshua?

JM: Matt, really, shut up.

MA: If you don't start calling me Matthew I'm going to slap the taste
out of your mouth boy.

[Coming down the aisle is PVW's HOPE. The point man is none other than
Uncle Frank, dressed in blue jeans and an official PVW Uncle Frank T-
shirt with his smiling face on the front and the words, "Trust your
Uncle Frank" underneath the image. Around his waist is the newly
acquired PVW television title and he seems somewhat distracted, an odd
grin on his face, but then again there are always things on Uncle
Frank's mind and it would probably be best not to dwell on what
exactly those things are. Behind Frank are the PVW World Tag Team
Champions Livestock and The Gutch. The lawyers are dressed sharply in
the suits they wore early in their wrestling career and carry their
heavy briefcases; as stout of sidearms as any pistol.

Behind that imposing wall is Gibson Hayes, PVW's World Heavyweight
Champion. Dressed in an sleek cut dark navy suit with white dress
shirt and red tie, Gibson's hair is up in his glorious afro and the
champion looks ever so calm. At his sides are his bodyguard, "Big
Bubba" Hayes and his head of security Evelyn Prosser. Behind Gibson,
basking in the hatred the audience has for his group, is Todd "The
Rod" Johnstone.]

MA: LOOK AT ALL THAT GOLD!

JM: I can't deny that HOPE has an iron grip on 75% of the titles in
PVW.

[As Joshua bangs his head on his desk, Todd Johnstone has somehow
managed to get himself a microphone, in spite of popular demand. The
Rod clears his throat, spits a phlegm wad towards the audience and
begins to speak.]

TJ: What you see before you is the HOPE of PVW. Beyond your little
heroes and above any reproach, what has been assembled here surpasses
any and all groups in the history of Phoenix Valley Wrestling.

[Jeers all around!]

TJ: We're going to keep this brief. Why? Because tonight HOPE is here
to make sure things go our way and we cannot waste our time telling
you people what you already know in the dark and dank crevices of your
hearts. This evening Uncle Frank, dear, dear Uncle Frank, gets a new
playmate; another invitee to his Funhouse. Frank, do you have any
advice for your potential new friend?

[While Todd was speaking Frank removed the TV belt from around his
waist and has been studying it with a look of fascination.  The direct
question snaps him out of his reverie and brings a nasty grin to the
face of everyone's favourite Uncle.]

FK: Uncle Frank would just like to say he wishes he could play with
each and every one of you instead of just the winner of tonight's
match.  Uncle Frank has been thinking over and over about the fun and
educational things he could do to each one of you...  And how long,
how very, very long he could make it last.

[And like that the grin is replaced by the most genuinely friendly
smile ever, which doesn't make things one bit better]

FK: Uncle Frank is really happy that you're all so eager to let him
have his fun.  It really is very, very nice and generous of you all.
Why, Uncle Frank almost got all choked up at the thought.

[And switch to a look of pure anger just like that.  There's something
wrong with this guy.]

FK: But you can't fool your Uncle Frank!  He knows you are trying to
be tricky little scamps and scoundrels.  You're all in it together!
Uncle Frank has it from the most unimpeachable authority...

[He glances over at a smirking Todd Johnstone, who doesn't even try to
feign innocence, before continuing.]

FK: ...that you are all conspiring to take away Uncle Frank's shiny
belt!

[And that grin, a mix of malice and hungry anticipation, is back.]

FK: Well, you can't have it!  It belongs to Uncle Frank and HOPE!  It
is vital to A Bright Future and A Better Tomorrow!  Trying to steal it
away from Uncle Frank is rude.

[Pause.]

FK: You _really_ shouldn't be rude. It upsets your Uncle Frank.

TJ: Mull over the words of wrestling's most polite man. Of course, you
know AsH is taking on one of the HOPE crew. Could it be Uncle Frank?
No, no, Frank has other matters to attend to no matter how much he'd
like to play with AsH again.

[A look of genuine disappointment can be seen on Frank's face.]

FK: Aaaaw.  But Uncle Frank barely got to have fun with AsH last time.
You promised Uncle Frank would get to have proper fun with him later!

TJ: It's ok Frank, you'll get your chance again. You cud chewing llama
fetus eating putzes should count your blessing that AsH may only face
Livestock or The Gutch because they'll make it quick but very painful
instead of dragging out his misery for all of you to witness. The men
who put Sal and Max out of commission, they're on a mission to finish
the job and keep their championship around their waist.

[Gutch is the first to snatch up the stick.]

Gutch: Hey, yeah, how's it goin'?  Gutch here.  Personally ... I'd
love to beat the *BLEEP* out of that little punk AsH.  Wassup with
taking two caps for your one damned name, eh?  Three letters two
capital letters?  That's just greedy, man.  Oh, yeah, he also stuck me
in the neck with a freakin' cattle prod.  That ain't cool.

TJ: See? He's not so stupid after all. Fat and smells like an
outhouse, yes, stupid - not quite! Any advice for other tag teams
wanting to get their hands on your gold, gentleman?
Livestock: Well, just one.  Stay home?  I mean, seriously, think about
it.  We've officially had these titles for longer than we have not ...
had them.  For more than half the existence of these titles they've
been glued firmly to the twin titans you see here in this ring.
Dominance doesn't cover it.  We are _synonymous_ with the tag team
titles.  Boom.

TJ: And, finally, the man who wears the World Title. The light of the
world is upon you Gibson, tell the plebes just why they should not
expect a damned thing from you tonight.

[Hayes surveys the audience before he accepts the microphone from
Johnstone.]

GH: Ash, let's get one thing perfectly clear: you're not making it out
of this show in one piece. You know it, I know it, these fans know it.

[HUGE ASH CHANT!~~~ Gibson scowls and yells for the audience to shut
up as Bubba covers Gibson's ears.]

GH: ENOUGH! I'll make this quick: tonight we see the fruits of my
labor bloom and you become the seed spit out onto the ground, unable
to take root and wasting away. You won't get another chance, Ash, not
after you blow this one. You only have yourself to blame. The traps
are set, the game is rigged and you're walking right into a trap.
Enjoy the teeth sinking into your flesh, Julius. The audience told me
Caesar was ambitious and if so, it is a grievous fault and grievously
will Caesar answer them.

[RAP TIGHT kicks back up and HOPE kicks on down and out of the ring.]

JM: Like we didn't know Gibson Hayes has tonight's match stacked
against Ash!

MA: Calm down there Joshua. You can't place the blame on Gibson Hayes.
It's not his fault AsH is so stupid to walk blindly into a match.

JM: AsH wants the PVW World Heavyweight Championship ...

MA: It still doesn't mean you have to be a moron! HOPE holds three
quarters of the gold in PVW for a reason and that reason is they
aren't stupid!

JM: AsH is former champion, and he's not stupid.

MA: You would never know the way he blindly signs match contracts. If
he had someone like Todd Johnson guiding his career he would know his
opponent tonight and you never know he could be a champion right now.

JM: Why such high praise for Johnson tonight?

MA: He's a miracle worker. I mean didn't you notice that The Gutch has
lost ten pounds.

JM: No he hasn't! Oh I know what it is he wasn't carrying his usual
bucket of chicken with him.

MA: Joshua that is no way to talk about one half of the PVW tag team
champions.

JM: Oh like you haven't said worse things than that.

MA: I would never ...

JM: Yeah whatever. Let's go to the back for some comments from
Phoenix.

[Fade to the back where Phoenix is in full battle garbed, Taping his
fists slowly as he regards the camera.]

"Adrian Freeman... Tonight, the crusade continues, and you sir, are in
for a treat."

[He winks at the camera beneath a smile.]

"You get to stand in front of the building tsunami that is myself and
my legion of 'Nixers, and maybe, just maybe, it'll serve as a little
bit of a wake up call. Cause quite frankly, from where I'm standing,
it looks like you could use one. I won't profess to know you that well
Mr. Freeman, but it appears that you're a lot happier to talk about
your past dominance, than you are to try and assert it."

[He raises a quizzical eyebrow at the camera.]

"Standing there all arrogant, with smug smeared all over your face,
yapping about the asses you kicked in _other_ places."

[He shakes his head and chuckles slightly, a twinkle in his eye as he
looks up at the camera.]

"Well if 'ya didn't notice bub, this is Phoenix Valley Wrestling. _My_
house. _My_ people, and I'll drop dead before I let another over
bloated egomaniac walk in here and act like they already own the place
before they even put on there gear. I'm not gonna stand by and allow
it. Phoenix Valley has become a cesspool of cowardice! Dishonor, and
treachery. But it stops with me. Tetsuo Kimura thought he would do
whatever he wanted, and I put a stop to it. Larry Gionet thought he
would just break Caleb Foley's arm because he's a spoiled brat, and I
put a stop to that too."

[Finished taping, he turns to the camera with a serious expression,
crossing his arms.]

"So if you think for one second Mr. Freeman, that you're going to
saunter in here, all arrogance and no real substance, I'll send you
back to Australia before Supreme Wright ever gets a chance. If I have
to clean this place up single handily, people are going to realize
very quickly, that I am very _very_ serious. PVW needs to be cleansed,
and freed of the ridiculous dime store actions of our champions! Most
of the titles have been stolen, not earned, through devious means!
What happened to Honor? What about integrity!?"

[He runs a hand through his short blonde hair and smiles a little.]

"But all is not lost! For every Adrian Freeman, Larry Gionet, or even
our _esteemed_ (sarcasm) heavyweight champion, Gibson Hayes, there is
an Ash, a Senior Cloak Dos, or Chris Hartt! Men that our willing to
stand against the men that our making an absolute mockery of our
sport."

"Win lose or draw, at the end of the day people know I stand up for
them, and for those that can't stand up for themselves. I stand up for
what's right because nobody really does anymore."

[The smile disappears as a stern look replaces it.]

"It started with Kimura, it continued with Gionet, and now its your
turn Adrian. I'll bring the needle, and you bring your ego, and I'll
pop it like a balloon, and if there's anything left after I've
embarrassed you beyond measure, Supreme Wright can finish the job. See
you real soon Mr. Freeman."

[A smile from Phoenix and the camera crossfades to the ring where The
Voice of PVW, Herk Douglas, is standing in the center of the ring.]

HD: Ladies and gentleman this is our opening contest of the evening.

[The crowd cheers wildly.]

HD: Introducing first ... he hails from Phoenix, Arizona and weighs in
at two hundred and fifteen pounds ... this is ...

[The camera focuses on a short dirty blonde hair man attired in full
length white tights and white boots with flames up both legs. He is
wearing a white vest and hoody combo with a red and orange Phoenix
emblazoned on its back. His face is covered in red, orange and white
face paint, that seems to take the shape of a stylized bird.]


!!! PHOENIX !!!


[The face painted man makes his way down the aisleway quickly slapping
the hands of the young fans as he does. The camera catches a few kids
in the crowd with red and orange face paint on.]

JM: And listen to the young 'Nixer fans!

MA: You do know 'Nixer isn't a real word?

JM: Stop being a stick in the mud, Matt ...

MA: Matthew.

JM: He's named his young fans the 'Nixers and the kids have responded
to it. I mean look at all the painted faces in the arena.

MA: Yeah that's just what the PVW needs more painted faces. We have
Wolf, Doom and this brightly painted clown.

[The lights go down, to be replaced by a bluewash. A thin silhouette
stands at the entrance way, standing out against the blue light.
Nothing happens for a moment, and the audience's noise has started to
die down when the opening chords of "Try Honesty" by Billy Talent
begin to play.]

HD: And introducing his opponent! He hails from Syndey, Australia and
weighs in at an even two hundred pounds ... this is ... "Subzero"


!!! ADRIAN FREEMAN !!!


[The bluewash changes to regular lightning and "Subzero" Adrian
Freeman runs out, smoke billowing out behind him. Some of the fans boo
and jeer, and Adrian takes a moment to sneer at them before sliding
into the ring.]

MA: Now here is a true competitor and a man who will become the face
of the PVW!

JM: The face of the PVW? All he's down so far is come out and berate
Supreme Wright.

MA: Which made my night! All the PVW is sign former world champions
who come in and disappoint. I mean has Alexander Extreme done anything
here but play cards? Or what about Gabriel Whitecross. Give Supreme
Wright a few weeks and he'll fall into the same trap, the big money
contract!

JM: How do you Adrian Freeman won't be the same?

MA: Just look at him, Joshua. You can tell he's hungry, tell he wants
to be on the top of the business. You can see the bitterness dripping
from him over the way things ended in Texas. He wants this!


=========================================

PVW - ONE ON ONE MATCH
PHOENIX v. ADRIAN FREEMAN

=========================================



!!! DING DING DING !!!


JM: There's the bell ...

MA: And there's Joshua showing the world he's captain obvious.

[The two men quickly lock up in the center of the ring and after a
moments the second generation wrestler, Freeman, shoves Phoenix back
and quickly shoots in taking Phoenix down with a single leg take-down
sending the fan favorite to his back. Freeman maintains his grip on
the legs of Phoenix as he stands back to his feet.]

MA: Freeman is going for a single leg Boston Crab!

[Phoenix fights Freeman's attempt to lock on the single leg Boston
Crab. Freeman slips his arms around the knee of Phoenix.]

MA: This is great technical wrestling, Joshua. Look at him go for the
knee to make sure that Phoenix can't squirm free.

[Freeman though lowers his head just enough, enabling Phoenix to reach
up ...]


!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!


JM: Phoenix with an inside cradle to counter the submission attempt.

MA: Luck! Pure luck!

[Both men are back to their but Freeman catches Phoenix under the jaw
with a stiff European uppercut that sends him back a step. Freeman
drives a second one under the jaw sending Phoenix back into the ropes,
Phoenix though fires off a rapid series of chops.]


TWHAP!
TWHAP!
TWHAP!
TWHAP!
TWHAP!


JM: Phoenix with those quick chops that are turning Freeman's chest
the color of the paint on Phoenix's face. And now Phoenix grabs the
right arm of Freeman and sends him into the far side ropes.

[Phoenix drops down to his stomach and Freeman steps over him
rebounding off the ropes again.]

JM: Picture perfect dropkick to the chops of Freeman. And Phoenix is
wasting no time as he pulls Freeman back to his feet ... Belly to
Belly suplex!

MA: Freeman has had some time away from the ring, so the rust is
showing in the opening moments but just you watch, Joshua.

[Phoenix ascends to the top rope and the crowd cheers anticipating a
high risk, suddenly the cheers change to a curious reaction as Supreme
Wright begins to make his way to the ring with a chair in hand.]

MA: What is he doing out here?

JM: I'm not sure Matt ...


MA: Matthew you jackass!

JM: But whenever someone in the PVW has a chair in hand it usually
isn't good.

[Phoenix glares at Supreme Wright for a moment, as he does so Freeman
pushes himself to his feet and Wright opens the chair in the middle of
the aisle.]

JM: Wright is ...

MA: He's taking a seat in the middle of the aisle.

JM: It appears he's here to scout his Boiling Point opponent!

[Phoenix turns his focus back to Freeman and leaps from the top rope.]

JM: Flying bodypress!

MA: And Adrian rolls through!



!!! ONE !!!



!!! TWO !!!



JM: Phoenix with a kickout!

MA: Freeman is back to his feet and he grabs Phoenix by the back of
the head pulling him to his feet.

[Freeman scoops Phoenix into the air and drives him across the knee
with a vicious backbreaker. On the outside Wright nods his head as
Freeman glares at him for a split second before returning his focus to
Phoenix.]

MA: Adrian Freeman is a consummate professional, not allowing the
presence Wright to distract him for a moment. And Freeman pulls the
rookie back into the air and another backbreaker! No doubt in my mind
he's weakening the back as he is known for the Deep Freeze, his
version of the Boston Crab.

JM: I wouldn't count Phoenix out this early in the match, Matt ...

MA: Forgive me if I don't value your opinion, Joshua. But since you
can't get my name right I'm sure you predict the outcome of this match
correctly.

[Freeman shoves Phoenix off of his knee and once again glares Supreme
Wright before leaping into the air and driving his knee into the ribs
of Phoenix.]

MA: I told you it was only a matter of time before he shrugged off the
rust. Look at Freeman as he pulls Phoenix back to his feet and applies
a headlock ...

[The crowd groans as Freeman powers Phoenix over and drives him into
the mat with a headlock suplex.]

JM: What a devastating suplex!

MA: Even Wright flinched on that one! I told you Joshua, Freeman is
the real deal!

JM: You said that about Tetsuo Kimura and Phoenix was picked up the
win against him.

MA: That was a fluke!

[Freeman hooks the leg of Phoenix and looks casually at Supreme Wright
as the referee drops for the count.]



!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!


!!! THR -- !!!



[The crowd cheers loudly as Freeman stares at the referee who thrusts
two fingers into the air.]

JM: Phoenix kicks out!

MA: These referees in the PVW need to go back to school and learn to
count! That was three!

[Freeman grabs Phoenix and whips him across the ring into the ropes.
Phoenix comes off the ropes and Freeman drops him to the mat with a
drop toe hold. Freeman is back to his feet quickly and drives his knee
into the ribs once again.]

MA: And the veteran once again focusing on the ribs of the snot nose
rookie ...

JM: Snot nose?

MA: Yep snot nose. Freeman pulls Phoenix up and whips him hard into
the ropes.

[Phoenix rebounds and Freeman pushes Phoenix upward by reaching under
his legs and lifting him into the air. While retaining the hold on the
Phoenix' leg, Freeman falls backwards, dropping Phoenix front-first
into the canvas. Freeman rolls backwards to his feet maintaining his
grip on the leg of Phoenix.]

JM: Freeman with a fluid transition into the single leg crab.

MA: Breaking out the three syllable words tonight, Joshua. Freeman
wrenches back causing the painting goof ball ...

JM: Now he's a goof ball ...

MA: He's whatever I call him. He should be lucky he isn't crying cause
I'd call him Caleb Foley Junior. Freeman continues to wrench back and
listen to Phoenix scream in pain. That is a much more pleasant sound
than his usual screaming.

[The little 'Nixers in the arena let loose a loud primal scream as
they try to fire up their new hero. The referee asks Phoenix if he
wants to submit but the youngster shakes his head no and begins to
plant his hands on the mat.]

JM: And the young man from Phoenix is trying to power his way out of
the hold!

[Phoenix is able to position himself so he can begin a forward roll.]

JM: And Phoenix is rolling through the single leg ...

MA: NO! Freeman takes a step back and grabs the other leg of Phoenix
as it comes towards him.

[Freeman hooks both legs and turns himself in the ring so his back is
to the corner.]

MA: Slingshot! Phoenix slams head first into the corner. Freeman with
a quick up and he turns around grabbing a stumbling Phoenix by the
waist ... German Suplex!



!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!


!!! THR -- !!!



[The crowd screams loudly as Phoenix is able to slip his right
shoulder up.]

JM: And once again only a two count!

MA: Freeman is back to his feet and pulls Phoenix up and it's his turn
to light up Phoenix's chest with chops.


TWHAP!
TWHAP!
TWHAP!
TWHAP!
TWHAP!


[Freeman shoves Phoenix into the ropes and catches him with a European
uppercut before grabbing the arm of Phoenix and sending him across the
ring into the ropes. Freeman drops his head as Phoenix rebounds and
the rookie leap frogs over him. Phoenix off the ropes again and leaps
catching Freeman with a cross body block. Phoenix rolls off of Freeman
and slaps the mat as he dares Freeman to stand up.]

JM: Discuss lariat! Freeman is down and Phoenix grabs the top rope
spring boarding to the top rope.

[Phoenix leaps off of the top rope and drives an elbow into the chest
of former tag team champion. The crowd continues to cheer as Phoenix
hooks the leg of Freeman.]



!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!


!!! THRE -- !!!


MA: "Subzero" Adrian Freeman with kicks out with authority.

JM: Authority? Freeman barely got his shoulder up.

MA: Please he's letting Phoenix have a false sense of accomplishment.

JM: Phoenix pulls Freeman up and whips him hard into the corner and
Phoenix charges in ... Phoenix splash!

[Phoenix tilts his head back and lets loose his primal scream and the
'Nixers respond back in kind. The rookie grabs Freeman by the arm and
whips him across the ring to the other corner and once again charges
in and catches Freeman with another Phoenix Splash! The crowd once
again screams wildly for Phoenix as he takes a step back and rebounds
off of the rope grabbing Freeman by the back of the head and driving
him face first into the mat with a bulldog.]



!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!


!!! THRE -- !!!


JM: And once again Adrian Freeman barely kicks out!

MA: As the weeks go by you're starting to sound more and more like
Chip.

JM: Well thank you ...

MA: It's not a compliment. He's a buffoon, Joshua.

[The rookie pops to his feet quickly and pulls Freeman up to his feet.
As he does so he drives his forearm into the back of Freeman causing
him to double over. Phoenix then crosses the arms of Freeman between
his legs before then lifting him up into a vertical position and
drives Freeman down into the mat.]

JM: Phoenix Drivers. He planted Freeman in the center of the ring with
a cross armed piledriver. And here's the cover!



!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!


!!! THRE -- !!!


[The crowd moans in disappointment as the referee thrust two fingers
into the air once again. Supreme Wright leans back in his chair, and
for a split second he seems impressed with Adrian Freeman.]

JM: Freeman with another kick out and Phoenix looks a bit surprised
but he's back to his feet and he pulls Freeman up.

[Phoenix hoists Freeman onto his shoulders with a fireman's carry but
Freeman quickly begins to slam his elbow into the side of the rookie's
head.]

MA: Freeman fighting and he slips off of the shoulders of Phoenix!

[Freeman behind Phoenix and grabs his shoulders leaping up ...]

MA: Lungblower!

[Phoenix grabs his back in pain as Freeman gets to his feet and drives
his knee into the side of Phoenix's head driving him to the mat.
Supreme Wright leans forward in his chair.]

MA: Freeman grabs both legs of Phoenix and turns him over ... The Deep
Freeze!

[Freeman has the Boston Crab locked on and he places a knee in the
center of Phoenix's back applying additional pressure to the back.]

JM: Phoenix is trapped in the center of the ring!

[The fans cheer wildly trying to motivate Phoenix, who shakes his head
no as the referee continues to ask him if he submits.]

JM: Phoenix fighting ...

MA: And Freeman sits deeper into the Deep Freeze ...

[Phoenix screams and suddenly begins to slap the mat.]

MA: The rookie taps! Freeman with the victory!


!!! DING DING DING !!!


HD: Ladies and gentlemen here is your winner ... "Subzero" ...


!!! ADRIAN FREEMAN !!!


JM: Phoenix with a valiant effort but the lungblower caught him by
surprise.

MA: Just admit it Joshua, the rookie wasn't in the same league as
Adrian Freeman tonight and he never will be!

[As the referee raises Freeman's hand into the air Supreme Wright
stands up and looks at Adrian Freeman and begins to clap.]

MA: Look at the disrespect from Supreme Wright! Using that golf style
clap to congratulate Adrian Freeman.

[Freeman glares at Supreme Wright and points at him, obviously saying
you're next.]

JM: At Boiling Point we will see if Freeman will be able to continue
winning here in PVW as he faces off with Supreme Wright.

MA: Of course he will. Supreme Wright might have been the toast of the
industry in Las Vegas but he's never faced a man with the talent of
Adrian Freeman.

[As Matthew finishes his sentence the screen fades to black and
October 12th appears on the screen.

Emily Landis is getting some shut eye on the bench next to the
hospital's gift boutique, teddy bears and other stuffed toys neatly
lined up behind a nearby display case. Perry Fontana drops a little
gift bag next to the bench and takes a seat next to his estranged
wife, stirring her from her nap.]

Emily: Hrm?

Fontana: You've had so little sleep, I didn't mean to wake you.

Emily: No, it's OK. Except that I feel like I woke up from a
nightmare... a nightmare that was also the most beautiful dream...
What the hell was all that?

Fontana: That was Adam taking the lead one to nothing, mon amour.
Let's just hope he never needs to get up to _six_...

Emily: Well, whatever it is, it's turning into a nightmare again...

Fontana: Because of the fallout?

Emily: Yeah...

Fontana: You can't expect the higher ups of this hospital to like what
happened. But for once, we're in luck that I'm a professional
wrestler. PVW has a lawyer on call to deal with hospitals. Usually
it's about matters of insurance, mais c'est mieu que rien. I've lived
through it a few times already, it'll be fine.

Emily: Still feel like I should do something, though.

Fontana: That's just because you hate doing _nothing_ while we wait
for Adam to be cleared.

Emily: Maybe...

Fontana: What would you want to do? Write a harshly derisive letter to
_mock_ their stance?

Emily: That wouldn't help.

Fontana: No it wouldn't.

[Perry takes his wife's hand.]

Fontana: They can think what they want, it's on them. But us? Emily,
we have all we can ask for. Adam's going to be fine and... I can
_finally_ hold my beautiful wife's hand again.

[Emily's hand slips out from under his.]

Emily: Um... Perry... I admit all this does put everything into
perspective. I do want you in Adam's life, I see that, now. As his
parents, we'll always be in this together.

... But maybe not together, together.

Fontana: Mais...

Emily: You always said "la famiglia viene prima," but when it came
time to prove it, you decided it was more important to prove you're
the better wrestler.

Fontana: Ouais, mais... That was a mistake, it's true. You have to
_know_ it'll never happen again, mon amour.

Emily: Not being together is how I know it'll never happen again.

Fontana: I'll quit for you. I can call them, tell them it's over.

Emily: Wrestling is in your blood, Perry. It's who you are, you idiot!
I am NOT making you quit, it would kill you!

Fontana: Tell me what it takes, then! Tell me how to _fix_ it and I
WILL, ouais!

Emily: How to fix it?? [A sigh] ... Well first, get rid of this guy.

[She turns to the camera.]

Emily: I'm sorry, I don't know what your name is but you're invasive
and annoying.

Fontana: Ma cherie, we're chronicling for Adam...

Emily: Well for me, don't. I'm not a Kardashian.

Fontana: Alright. OK.

Emily: Then, join the twenty first century and get a damn cell phone,
already.

[Fontana sighs with resignation.]

Emily: Finally...

Fontana: Ouais?

Emily: Prove whatever it is that you need to prove in that ring of
yours.

[Perry squints his eyes.]

Emily: When we met, you were burning with passion and ambition. You
were going places, nobody was going to stop you and I loved it. But
what I know now is that this passion consumes you, and you'll never be
able to be the husband I need and love until...

[Resolutely, she stands.]

Emily: ... Until you achieve all the objectives you've set for
yourself.

Fontana: Emily... That could take...

Emily: A lifetime?

[That's more than a few months, longer than even she had imagined.]

Emily: ... then so be it.

[She pushes past the cameraman... the King of Armbars rises and takes
a step towards her, then stops still. He has the look of a man torn,
feeling the scorching pain of sacrifice, but also the strength of a
man who knows his mission. He picks up the small gift bag he left on
the bench. He pulls out a Hallmark card, and we fade on the purposeful
smirk drawn on his thin lips. Crossfade back to Matthew Anderson.]

MA: And yet another stunning chapter in As Fontana's World turns ...
and yes Joshua even before you open your mouth that was sarcasm.

JM: How can you say that! These poor people nearly lost their son!

MA: And yet they didn't, Joshua. Adam Fontana is alive and yet they
still are not a big, happy family. And do you know why? Well it's not
cause Emily is a Landis ... it's because the once proud Perry Fontana
is stumbling around trying to get everyone to like him.

JM: He's trying to make himself a better man for his wife.

MA: And you don't do that by displaying your life to the world like
it's a soap opera!

JM: Let's go to a special announcement before Matthew says something
he regrets.

MA: I never regret ...

[Ferry Corsten's Fire (Mr. Groove & Vergas Remix) cuts off Matthew
Anderson as photos of tag teams super imposed over a spinning globe
appear on the screen.]

Last year the HEAT Invitational Tournament was _THE_ tournament for
tag teams all over the world.

[The screen changes to a series of tiny pictures of "tag teams" -
enough to fill the entire screen. Such luminaries as The Landis
Express, The Status Quo and two potted plants are shown.]

After this magnificent and incredible tournament was set to end in an
amazing match between Region A, Section 4, Sub-Group Gamma champions
The Manga Express and Region 1, Section C, Sub-Group Epsilon champions
The HEAT, nefariously hairy beings sabotaged the outcome and nearly
derailed the HIT!

[An explosion appears on the screen and a disgustingly giant trophy
appears. We're talking a gestalt trophy, like 8 or 9 trophies put
together to make a larger trophy!]

THE HIT II - HIT BACK!

MORE TEAMS!

[So many photos!]

A BIGGER TROPHY!

[That monstrosity is shown.]

MORE FLORINE!

[A surprise photo of Florine eating a piece of pecan pie.]

MORE ARVELLE

[Mortifyingly awful photo of Arvelle in a European Speedo!]

LESS HAIRY HAM EATING YANKEE CARPETBAGGERS!

[Sal and Max with a strike through!]

THE HEAT INVITATIONAL TOURNAMENT II!

[And back to Matthew Anderson.]

MA: I want that production guy fired. No one and I mean no one cuts me
off when I'm in the middle of a sentence!

JM: {sighs}

MA: Stop you're sighing, Joshua. The HIT is coming back and this time
the HEAT will not be robbed of the fame that they rightly deserve!

JM: {sighs} Another one of the brain washed ...

MA: The brain washed? It's not my fault your on the Max and Sal or
even the Berserkers bandwagon.

JM: {sighs} Up next is a five man scramble match to crown the number
one contender for the PVW Television Championship at Boiling Point.

MA: The odds on favorite has to be Marcus Manson but I'm not sure how
much of a reward facing Uncle Frank is.

JM: Manson seems to be coming back into his old form, but you can't
count out Larry Gionet, who is a former Television Champion.

MA: I can count out anyone I want. Like I'm counting out Tom Landis,
since he's probably in shock that his nephew is alive.

JM: That very well could be. Let's go to The Voice for the
introductions!

[The arena lights cut out. For a moment, there is nothing. Then, the
drums and spooky, echoing guitar of "Angry Chair" by Alice in Chains
fills the arena.]

#Sitting on an angry chair
#Angry walls that steal the air
#Stomach hurts and I don't care

#What do I see across the way, hey
#See myself molded in clay, oh
#Stares at me, yeah I'm afraid, hey
#Changing the shape of his face, aw yeah

#Candles red I have a pair
#Shadows dancing everywhere
#Burning on the angry chair

[As mist rises from the floor, the arena lights soon fade up into a
deep red, filling the arena with an angry glow. The big screen has
only the words "CAN YOU HANDLE THE MISERY?" in crimson lettering....
along with the aisle lighting, this is the only source of light in the
arena. The powerful frame of Marcus Manson splits the curtain, and
steps onto the entrance ramp. He is wearing a decades old beaten
leather trench coat over his full-length black tights, red kneepads
and elbowpads, and black stricking gloves. His black boots each have
MM on the side in red lettering.]


HD: Introducing the first competitor ... he hails from Pittsburgh,
Pennsylvania and weighs in at 295 lbs,  This is...  THE MISERY
MACHINE...


!!! MARCUS MANSON !!!


[Marcus Manson takes his time walking the aisle, his brow furrowed in
a look of murderous concentration; a look made more ominous by the
scar running from above his right eye all the way to his chin. Manson
climbs the ring steps, and looks over the crowd with a scowl before
stepping over the top rope into the ring. As "Angry Chair" fades "You
Know My Name" by Chris Cornell hits, and the crowd cheers strongly as
a subtle cast of red light is shone over them.  The entrance is
similarly bathed in the red hue as the voice of Chris Cornell comes
in.]

# If you take a life, do you know what you'll give
# Odds are, you won't like what it is
# When the storm arrives, would you be seen with me
# By the merciless eyes I've deceived

[And after a few seconds, a figure emerges through the portal to stand
in the midst of the red light.  He stands, frozen there as the
spotlights begin to pulse around him. The crowd cheers loudly as
Landis begins to walk down the aisle way. And as the chorus hits, the
lights come on in blindingly full force to reveal "Hellraiser" Tom
Landis standing there.  He's dressed for combat, wearing full length
black tights with a silver and red design running up the legs, and
"Hellraiser" written on the seat of the pants.  He's also wearing a
black sleeveless t-shirt with the "ACW" logo on it.  Tom begins to
walk down the aisle towards the ring.]

HD: Introducing, from Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at two hundred
and forty-one pounds... this is ...


!!! "HELLRAISER" TOM LANDIS !!!


[Landis tags some of the fans' outstretched hands running along the
aisleway as he approaches the ring slowly.  As he gets to the ring Tom
wipes his feet on the mat before climbing into the ring as the cheers
crescendo, and after standing on the middle of the ropes and raising
his arms to the crowd he removes the t-shirt and proceeds to his
corner.]

HD: Introducing next he hails from Pittsburgh, PA and weighs in at two
hundred and sixty pounds ... this is ...

!!! JD HOULIHAN !!!

["Know Your Enemy" by Rage Against the Machine bursts forth from the
PA system, as the crowd stands.  Some cheer, some just stare, but
either way, out from the curtains comes JD Houlihan. He raises his
hands in the air, trying to elicit some support!  As he walks down the
aisle way to the ring he takes some time to slap some fan's hands on
the way.  JD slides under the bottom rope into the ring 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.]


HD: Introducing next, he hails from Stoughton, Massachusetts and
weighs at two hundred and thirty-five pounds, this is ...


!!! LARRY GIONET !!!


(you - can - try - to - lift - your - head - no)
You [bleep] 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. 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.]

HD: And introducing the final competitor ... Wrestling out of
Oxfordshire, United Kingdom.  He is The Era of Defiance ...

!!! Gabriel Whitecross !!!

["Something Wicked" by Nuclear Assault hits the PA system.  The
wrestling legend, Gabriel Whitecross emerges from the backstage area.
He is stripped to the waist, while black denim jeans and short white
boots adorn his lower extremities.  His fingers are heavily taped, and
thick black leather supports encircle his wrists to a point just below
his elbow. A white metal legbrace covers his right knee.]

JM: Five men and only one of them will become the number one contender
to Frank Knight's ....

MA: You already said that the winner gets a chance to compete for the
PVW Television Championship at boiling Point.

JM: I did? Ummm yeah I know I did. It's just an important fact that
needs to be restated.


=========================================

PVW - SCRAMBLE MATCH
Tom Landis v. Marcus Manson v. Larry Gionet
v. JD Houlihan v. Gabriel Whitecross

 =========================================


!!! DING DING DING !!!


JM: There's the bell and this match starts just like you figured it
would ...

MA: With five men just exchanging rights and left in the center of the
ring. Back in Carolina we would have just had a Bunkhouse Stampede to
crown a winner of twenty-five thousand dollars and the right to face
the champion.

JM: But this is the PVW where wrestling matters over the brawling and
weapons.

MA: On some days.

[Gionet tees off on Houlihan with a vicious right hand, as Manson
fires off a right into the skull of Whitecross and then follows with a
nasty left into the side of Landis' skull as well. Houlihan fires back
with a right hand but Gionet ducks it and grabs the bigger man by the
waist and quickly takes him up and over with a belly to suplex. As he
stands back to his feet Landis stumbles back from another right hand
from Manson and Gionet catches him the back with a forearm.]

JM: And Manson teeing off of the British legend Whitecross with rights
and lefts the send the smaller Whitecross into the ropes.

MA: He maybe a legend elsewhere but the PVW brass has to be kicking
themselves for the amount of money they offered him for the in ring
disappointment he has been. I mean they let Alex Martinez go do to a
golden contract but he performed and but asses in the seat!

[The crowd ohhs as Whitecross fires off a series of rights and lefts
of his own sending the bigger Manson off of him. Gionet viciously
pulls Landis off of the mat and drives his knee into the jaw of Landis
as he's still doubled over.]

JM: Look at Landis' head snap back and Gionet charges forward flatting
him with a clothesline. And Houlihan slips behind Gionet and locks on
full nelson!

[Gionet begins to struggle against the full nelson but Landis pushes
himself back to his feet and unloads with rights and lefts into the
mid-section of Gionet. As across the ring Whitecross spins around and
catches Manson with a back kick to gut that doubles him over.
Whitecross wastes no time double underhooking the arms of Manson, as
Houlihan lifts Gionet up into the air and slamming him to the mat with
a full nelson slam.]

JM: JD showing his power as he drives him into the mat with a nasty
full nelson slam ...


"___TTTHHHUUUDDD___"


JM: And there's Whitecross' power as he drives the bigger Manson down
with a double underhook powerbomb! Houlihan with the cover!



!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!



MA: And Landis drives his boot into the side of Houlihan's head
breaking up the pinfall. That might be the smartest thing a Landis has
ever done. And now the referee counts Whitecross' cover on Manson ...



!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!



MA: And Marcus Manson kicks out! Landis has the bigger Houlihan by the
back of his head and pulls him to his feet.

JM: Landis scoops Houlihan up and slams him across Gionet. And across
the ring Manson shoves Whitecross into the ropes as he tries to pulls
him to his feet and catches him with a forearm to the chest.

[As Whitecross stumbles back into the ropes Manson grabs his arm and
whips him across to the far side ropes but half way across the ring
Landis drops down dropping the legend with a drop toe hold. Manson
charges forward and drops an elbow into the back of Whitecross, as
Landis get's back to his feet and quickly drops an elbow to the back
of Manson's head. Houlihan has Gionet in a side headlock but the self
proclaimed PVW Warrior drives his forearm into the ribs of Houlihan.
Gionet creates a bit of separation and turns into the hold, grabbing
the leg of Houlihan.]

JM: Kneebreaker by Houlihan! And Landis is grabbing Manson trying to
drag the Misery Machine to his feet, but Manson with a straight right
hand into the jaw of Landis!

MA: Manson is a man possessed here tonight as he grabs Landis' and
drives his knee into the gut. As Landis doubles over Manson locks on a
front chancery.

JM: Gionet has applied the spinning toe hold on JD on the far side of
the ring and the referee is there to check for the submission.

[JD shouts no as Gionet spins around leg. Manson has lifted Landis
into the air with a vertical suplex ...]

MA: Manson has Landis in the air with that vertical suplex ... and he
turns into a reverse neckbreaker! Nasty Hangman's suplex by the Misery
Machine, and the look on Landis' face shows how Manson earned that
nickname in this business.

[JD still refuses to give up to Gionet's spinning toe hold, as Gionet
once again spins around the leg, but this time he drops to mat using
his knee to drive Houlihan's leg into the mat. Houlihan lets forth
another scream but Whitecross is back to his feet and he rips Gionet
off of Houlihan preventing the possibility of a submission.]

JM: And there's a roundhouse kick to the ribs of Gionet ...

MA: Which is ironic considering the abuse Gionet has put on other's
ribs since his debut in the PVW. And Manson with a cover!

[Manson just lays across the chest of Landis and drives his forearm
across his face.]



!!! ONE !!!



!!! TWO !!!



JM: Landis kicks out of the cocky cover as Whitecross slips to the
side of Gionet ... Backdrop Driver!

MA: Gionet was folded like an accordion there! Houlihan pulls himself
to his feet with the aid of the ropes as Manson just begins to stomp
the chest of Lanids.


THUMP
THUMP
THUMP
THUMP
THUMP


MA: The impact from those stomps could cave in the chest of Landis.

[Manson sees Houlihan leaning against the ropes and charges forward
...]

JM: Clothesline sends Houlihan up and over the top rope to the floor!

MA Marcus Manson using logic, the fewer men in the ring the easier it
will be to pick up the win.

[As Manson turns around Whitecross catches him with a roundhouse kick
to the ribs, and quickly grabs his arm and pulls him in and levels him
with a short arm clothesline. But Whitecross doesn't waste a moment as
he pulls Manson up and whips him hard into the corner.]

JM: Manson hard into the corner but he comes stumbling out and
Whitecross grabs his arm again and sends him into the opposite corner.

[As Manson staggers out again Whitecross once again grabs his arm and
sends him into the corner with another powerwhip, once again Manson
staggers out ...]

JM: Spear! Whitecross trying to bend the near three hundred pounder in
half!



!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!


!!! THR -- !!!


JM: Manson kicks out and Gionet is back to his feet and he catches
Landis with a running knee that sends him into the ropes. Gionet with
a stiff palm thrust to the jaw that snaps Landis' head back ...


"___CCCRRRAAACCCKKK___"


JM: Spinning back fist that sends Landis to the mat!

MA Landis looked like he was knocked out of his boots there! And
Gionet, the man everyone needs to thank for running Caleb Foley out of
the PVW with the cover!



!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!


!!! THR -- !!!


JM: JD Houlihan grabs the leg of Gionet and pulls him to the floor
breaking up the cover. There's a right hand from Houlihan that rocks
Gionet back to the apron and Houlihan grabs his arm and sends him hard
into the steel guardrail.

MA: In the ring Whitecross has pulled Manson back to his feet and
there's a knee to the mid-section ... DDT!

JM: Whitecross looking like the Whitecross I remember in the UEW ...

MA: What a luckily bloke every once in while?

[Houlihan grabs Gionet and scoops him up, slamming him hard into the
concrete floor. As Whitecross drops a knee into the side of Manson and
Landis does the same thing.]

MA: Look at the two old men taking turns driving knees into Manson.

JM: Aren't they your age?

MA: Why you little ... Whitecross and Landis both pulling Manson to
his feet and the two men send him into the ropes ... Double back body
drop!

JM: Whitecross with the cover.



!!! ONE !!!


JM: And Landis pulls Whitecross off and goes for the cover himself.



!!! ONE !!!


MA: And this time Whitecross pulls Landis off! Both men want the shot
at Frank Knight at Boiling Point!

[The crowd erupts as Whitecross catches the smaller Landis with a
right hand but Landis fires back. Houlihan pulls Gionet up and slams
his head into the steel guardrail. Gionet holds his head in pain as
Houlihan spins him around and slams him back first into the guardrail.
Landis drives his right boot into the heavily braced knee of
Whitecross that knocks him to one knee.]

MA: And Landis taking advantage of that bum knee of Whitecross ... and
a dropkick to the face of Whitecross.

[Houlihan snaps Gionet over with a snap suplex on the floor and gets
to his feet sliding under the bottom rope. As Houlihan comes into the
ring Landis pulls Whitecross to his feet and whips him across the ring
towards JD ...]

JM: And Houlihan with a Samoan Drop on the legend of the ring!

MA: Landis charging at Houlihan and he catches him with a running
forearm that sends Houlihan back into the ropes.

[A quick knee to the mid-section doubles Houlihan over and Landis with
a front chancery and he quickly begins to lift him into the air.]

JM: Widowmaker! Picture perfect brainbuster on Houlihan and Landis
with a cover!



!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!


[Larry Gionet reaches through the ropes and pulls Landis onto the
apron. Gionet leaps onto the apron as Manson pushes himself back to
his feet and sees the fallen Houlihan. Landis winds up and Gionet
ducks a right hand, as he does he is able to get behind Landis. The
crowd begins to ohh as Gionet lifts Landis into the air and slams him
to the ring apron with a belly to back suplex.]


"___TTTHHHUUUDDD___"


MA: Gionet drills Landis with a belly to back suplex! Gionet just leap
to the ground and drilled Landis upon the apron. And now Landis rolls
to the floor and there's Gionet waiting for him and he's just stomping
away at him!

JM: And in the ring Manson has lifted JD up ...


"___TTTHHHUUUDDD___"


JM: And Houlihan is powerbombed neck first across the top turnbuckle!

MA: And here's the cover!



!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!


!!! THR --- !!!


JM: And Whitecross breaks up the cover. And Gionet has Landis up ...



"___CCCRRRAAACCCKKK___"


JM: Landis just powerbombed across the steel guardrail!

[The crowd moans loudly as Gionet runs his thumb across his throat
before sliding back into the ring. Whitecross pulls Manson up and
applies a waist lock ...]

JM: Whitecross snaps Manson over with a German Suplex!

MA: And Gionet catches him in the ribs with a boot! Whitecross rolls
to the side and Gionet pulls him up to his feet ... Rolling Cutter!
Whitecross is down and Gionet with the cover!



!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!


!!! THR --- !!!


MA: And Manson breaks up the pin.

JM: Gionet doesn't look happy ..

MA: Unfortunately for him that's his normal look, but he better be
careful cause Manson has beaten him like his name was Foley before and
he'll do it again!

[Gionet is back to his feet but Manson drives him with a big boot to
the head that sends him into the ropes. As Gionet staggers into the
ropes Manson rushes off of the ropes and catches him by the head ...]

MA: And there's Manson's Widowmaker! How many people in the PVW call
their move the widowmaker?

JM: I'm not sure but there are two in this match as Gionet is down
from that Running Ace Crusher.

MA: And Manson with the cover ...



!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!


!!! THR --- !!!


JM: And JD makes the save! I can't believe he is still standing after
being dropped on the turnbuckle!

[The crowd boos loudly as Devin Houlihan suddenly makes his way down
to the ring.]

MA: And apparently neither can his brother who is shaking his head in
shock.

[JD sees his brother and points at him before he grabs Manson and
catches him with a European Uppercut and he grabs Manson and takes him
up down with a belly to belly suplex.]

JM: JD hooks the leg.



!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!


!!! THR --- !!!


[The crowd boos as Devin pulls the leg of JD causing him to lift off
of Manson.]

JM: And Devin just cost his brother a pin!

MA: Manson was kicking out anyways all he did was show that JD isn't
smart enough to focus on the match. See what I mean!

[JD is leaning over the top rope screaming at Devin who just shrugs
his shoulders. JD begins to shake his head in disgust and turns around
...]

MA: HEART PUNCH!

[Devin begins to laugh as JD collapses to the mat.]



!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!


!!! THREE !!!


MA: And Manson gets him!


!!! DING DING DING !!!


JM: Marcus Manson just stole one from JD Houlihan.

MA: Manson earned this win! It's not his fault JD can't stay focused
on the prize!

[The referee raises Manson's hand to the air and he quickly rips it
away as he sees Tom Landis pulling himself back into the ring.]

JM: Oh no, look at the look in Manson's eye!

MA: I get the feeling he is going to send a message to Frank Knight!

[Mason grabs Landis and pulls him to his feet before scoop slamming
him to the mat. As he does so Gionet shakes the cobwebs out of his
head and pushes himself to his feet and glares at Manson as he begins
to ascend to the top rope.]

MA: Manson on the top and he leaps!

JM: Diving headbutt to Landis' ribs!

[Manson rolls to the side holding his head and Gionet pounces on
Landis pulling him to his feet.]

MA: Ribcracker! And he grabs the arm of Landis ... rolling armbar!
There it is the Endgame!

[Landis screams in pain as Gionet screams in frustration as he
wrenches on the arm of Tom Landis.]

JM: Gionet has snapped! He's trying to rip the arm of Tom Landis out
of the socket!

MA: And we know it wouldn't be the first time his arm has been
dislocated.

[As Gionet continues to pull back on the arm and scream the crowd
roars to life as Phoenix comes rushing to the ring.]

JM: Here comes Phoenix!

[Phoenix slides into the ring and drives his boot into the chest of
Gionet forcing him to break the hold. Phoenix pulls Gionet up and
drives a right hand into the side of Gionet's head and a second one
that sends him back into the corner.]

JM: Listen to the 'Nixers howl as Phoenix charges forward ...

[The crowd moans loudly as Gionet side steps the Phoenix splash.
Phoenix hits the corner hard and as he staggers out of the corner
Gionet charges forward and rushes forward.]

MA: A leaping clothesline that sends both men up and over the top rope
to the floor. And the match winner Marcus Manson is back to his feet
looking at the two men brawling on the outside.

MA: He needs to keep his nose out of other peoples business!

JM: Hey, wait a minute!  Someone just slid out from under the ring!

MA: Oh like this what we need!

JM: Who?... Oh no.

MA: Everyone's favourite Uncle has arrived to say hello to his number
one contender.

[Indeed he has.  Uncle Frank has just slid out from under the ring and
rolled in under the bottom rope behind Manson, a nasty grin on his
face and manic gleam in his pale blue eyes.  The PVW Television
Championship belt is cradled almost lovingly in his arms.  He looks at
the title, brushes a few invisible specks of dust off it and then
looks at the back of the number one contender to the belt, still
unaware that someone is standing behind him with evil intentions.]

JM: Turn around! For god's sake, TURN AROUND!

[~~~WHACK~~~!]

MA: Oh, nice call, Josh.  If he'd listened to you he would have gotten
his face smashed by that gold plate on the belt rather than just
taking it to the back of the skull. See, this is why you won't be
Announcer of the Year like I will very soon.  You're a danger to the
talent.

[Yes, it is what it sounds like.  Uncle Frank has just taken his
precious and ever-so-shiny championship belt and cracked the
unsuspecting Manson across the back of the head!]

[~~~CRACK~~~!]

MA: And a followup swing for good measure! With technique like that I
bet Uncle Frank has Major League Baseball scouts permanently camped on
his doorstep.

JM: You are despicable! Besides, if they camped on his doorstep I'm
sure we would know. The police would have found the bodies eventually.
But what I want to know is why is Uncle Frank doing this?

MA: Obviously it's for a Bright Future and a Better Tomorrow. I'm sure
Uncle Frank's logic cannot be faulted. You know, I just realized
something.  We haven't seen Frank out here since the HOPE in-ring at
the top of the show. Does that mean he's been hiding under the ring
ever since then?

JM: I... You're right!  What kind of person does that?

[That's a good question, and while the Josh and Matt did their thing
Frank has continued his carefully laid "plan".  With Manson down and
groggy from the shots to the head Frank carefully and very gently
kneels down in the middle of the ring and places the TV belt face up
on the mat before reluctantly standing up again, a possessive look on
his face.  That look quickly changes from reluctance to psychotic
glee, however, as his attention once more turns to Manson.]

JM: What is he doing?  What did Manson ever do to Frank Knight?

MA: Well, I think it may be because Fridays end with the letter y.

JM: What?

MA: It's as good an explanation as any when it comes to Uncle Frank,
isn't it?

JM: And the scary thing is I can't really argue against that.

[Grabbing the groggy Manson Uncle Frank pulls him to his feet. A quick
knee to the ambushed wrestler's stomach bends him over, and Frank
quickly takes advantage, locking on a standing double chickenwing and
forcing Manson to the middle of the ring to where the belt is.
Positioning the number one contender so he's looking straight down at
the central metal plate of the belt a vicious smile spreads across
Frank's face, and...]

MA: SAY UNCLE! SAY UNCLE FACE FIRST ON THE BELT!

[...DRIVES Manson face first into the metal belt with the Say Uncle, a
Double Chickenwing Bulldog!  What's more is that Frank keeps the
double chickenwing applied after the impact, wrenching away at it and
apparently having a wonderful time at the expense of an opponent who
was ambushed, smacked across the back of the skull not once, but twice
with a metal title belt and now has had his face driven into that same
belt. A fair chance to defend himself was obviously not part of Uncle
Frank's plans for the number one contender tonight.]

[~~~BOOOOOO~~~!]

JM: This is wrong, and the fans appear to agree.

MA: And yet I don't see any of you stepping in there and telling Uncle
Frank that.

JM: He probably would not take kindly to that.

MA: You never know until you try.  Hey, can we get a microphone near
there? I think Uncle Frank is talking to Manson while he has him in
the Say Uncle!

[No sooner said than done and a cameraman manages to get close enough
with a live mic for us to pick up what cheerful, friendly Uncle Frank
is saying. Frank is speaking softly and quietly, but we still manage
to pick it up.]

FK: ...shiny, isn't it?  So very, very shiny and pretty.  And you want
it. Oh yes, Uncle Frank knows you want the shiny belt.  Uncle Frank
knows you all conspired against Uncle Frank so you could take away the
belt from him.

[And a bit more pressure on the chickenwing!]

FK: MINE!

[That word is snarled with such venom and vehemence it has almost a
physical presence, the look on Frank's face briefly turning to one of
pure, raw hatred before going back to the usual sinister grin and
softspoken words.]

FK: Uncle Frank's! The belt belongs to Uncle Frank now, and it's not
nice to conspire to take what belongs to someone else away from them.
It's not polite.

[Pause.]

FK: It's wrong.  And if you do wrong, you must be punished.  Uncle
Frank is sorry, but it is necessary for A Bright Future and A Better
Tomorrow.]

[And just like that, Frank releases the chickenwing, snatching the
belt away as he rolls under the bottom rope to the outside.  Leaning
on the apron for a second he looks at Marcus Manson in the middle of
the ring with a demented smile before stalking back up the aisle as
someone in the soundbooth starts up "Behind Blue Eyes" by The Who.]

JM: We now know Marcus Manson will be facing Frank Knight at Boiling
Poin, but what kind of shape will Marcus be in?

MA: Marcus Manson is a warrior and I promise you this Joshua, at
boiling point not only will Marcus be there he will be ready!

[Crossfade to the building's backstage corridors, where we find the
American champion, Herscher von Donkerhardt emerge out of the locker
rooms. Before rounding the corner, he stops to adjust his fifteen
pounds of gold over his shoulder, then frowns when he spies what
obstructs his path. The camera pans to reveal Perry "Le Phenix"
Fontana, leaning on wall, hood flipped over his eyes.]

Fontana: Hey.

[As usual, the Deathless One's voice is gravelly and hoarse, but it
conceals no threats, veiled or otherwise.]

Fontana: Just so you _know_, ouais... I've got your _back_, cousin!

HvD [gives Fontana an angry look]: My back? You've got my back? What
makes you think I need you or anyone to watch my back? I am not weak
and in need of a wetnurse!

Fontana: But we're talking about _Spectre_, here. No telling if he'll
bring his A-game or not, OUAIS~! ... And when he gets in too far over
his head, cousin, you KNOW the pasty bastardo will make for a _chair_
ou quelque chose du genre...

HvD: Ever since I've come to PVW, I have faced some of the biggest and
baddest competitors this sport has to offer. I've taken my bumps and
bruises, nearly losing my career in the process, but in the end no
matter the opponent I was the one left standing in the ring with my
hand held high. I've seen the likes of Spectre before, he's nothing
special. All I need to face him is to be on top of my game, which I
am.

[Fontana pushes off the wall and peels off the hood of his robe, as if
trying to gauge the veracity of that last statement.]

HvD: I will also be on the top of my game when we meet in the ring.

[Fontana frowns.]

HvD: You should be more worried about preparing yourself to try to
take this belt away from me, in addition to the made-up title of "Best
Technical Wrestler in The World Today", which you covet so much. Never
mind what Spectre might do to me. Just worry about what I'm going to
do... to you.

[Herscher points his finger in the direction of Fontana, who has an
unexpected twinkle in his eye.]

Fontana: _That_, cousin, is all I've ever wanted to hear from the
_man_ who set the gold standard of what a PVW American Champion should
BE, ouais!

[The King of Armbar's thin lips draw a mirthful smirk...]

Fontana: You're _ready_. I got something for you, and I think it's
finally _time_ you had it.

[From the folds of his red, orange and gold boxer's robe, Fontana
retrieves a Hallmark card. It features a pair of kittens in over-sized
clogs over a backdrop of windmills in flower fields.]

Fontana: Wish I could've written a few words, but... life got kinda
_hectic_ for me, there. But you give that rompicollo a full tour of
Dutch _hell_, now. But if you decide to _hurt_ yourself, cousin,
remember I can do worse.

[The Everlasting One claps HvD's shoulder, and smiles as he flips the
hood of his robe back over his black hair and muttonchops. When he
disappears around the corner, Herscher remains with his belt, and his
congratulatory card. While looking at the card, Herscher lets out a
small chuckle, just before crumpling it up and muttering something in
Dutch.]

MA: Finally HvD stands up for himself and showing Fontana that it is
not all about him!

JM: Fontana is all about the competition and he's just wanted to make
sure that the American Champion is one hundred percent for Boiling
Point.

MA: Believe what you will, Joshua but I know the truth.

JM: You have a warped sense of the truth.

MA: And you're just warped.

[We crossfade to the backstage area before Joshua can respond. We see
a lean but muscular Mexican man walking around backstage. He is
wearing black tights with cherry colored boots and wrist tape. He has
a black luchadore mask that covers his entire head with cherry colored
eye visors that prevent us from seeing his eyes and cherry colored
"SCII" on the forehead. Yes, por su puesto, it's Senor Cloak Dos and
he is walking the halls looking around.]

SCD: ...

[He stops to look inside a room, his body language looks tense, angry
even. Apparently he does not see what he is looking for and he walks,
faster now down the hall, looking around all the time. He stops by
another room, the door closed, and he..]

*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*

[He knocks VERY loudly on the door. He waits a few moments then..]

*SWOOSH*

[Dos opens the door without hearing a reply and finds.. darkness. He
turns on the lights... Nothing.]

*SLAM*

[The luchadore SLAMS the door and he is now STOMPING down the hall
way, his body language increasingly angrier. A staffer walks by and is
surprised..]

Staffer: YELP!

[Because Cloak grabs the staffer by his shoulders.]

SCD: Christopher Black! Have you seen him?!

[The staffer nervously shakes his head.]

Staffer: N-no sir!

[Dos releases the staffer and turns towards the wall..]

*BASH*

[HE KICKS THE WALL! Then he stomps offscreen leaving the staffer
shooken up and shaking his head.]

Staffer: What's gotten into him?! He's usually the nicest guy here!

[The staffer shakes his head and walks off.]

JM: That is not the Senor Cloak Dos we've seen before in the past.

MA: It's probably just his time of the month.

JM: MATT!

MA: Matthew! And what do you want me to say? You've seen him cry over
a mask just like Caleb Foley cried when someone would spill his milk.

JM: Holy ....

[The arena lights suddenly cut to pitch black without warning.  Over
the PA system, the faint sound of a heartbeat begins after ten seconds
of complete silence.

Thump-thump
Thump-thump
Thump-thump

"Do you fear the Dark?" a gravelly voice asks in a whisper.

A single red spotlight cuts through the blackness, illuminating the
solitary form of The Spectre as "Beautiful People" by Marilyn Manson
cuts in over the PA System.  Spectre, clad in a pair of cutoff jeans,
a black t shirt and combat boots stands with his taped forearms heldup
at angles away from his pale, scarred body as the combination of his
dark dreadlocks and the red lighting paints a ghastly picture overthe
ghoulish wrestler.]

JM: Wait a minute is Spectre dragging a chair behind him?

[The camera focuses in upon Spectre and a steel chair can be seen
being dragged behind the goth.]

JM: My god he is!

MA: I hope HvD's personal bodyguard is with him cause he may not make
it to Boiling
Point!

[Spectre steps to the side of the entrance way and hides in the
darkness as "I Remember" by Low starts playing over the PA the crowd
leap to their feet, cheering loudly! From the entrance way emerges the
man known as Herscher von Donkerhardt clad in his trademark brown
trunks with black leather lining on the inner thigh, black boots, and
the PVW American Championship belt around his waist.]

HD: And his opponent coming down the aisle. He is originally from
Utrecht in the The Netherlands, but now calls Phoenix, Arizona home.
He is the "The Netherlands Submission Machine", and reigning PVW
American Champion ...

!!! Herscher von Donkerhardt !!!

#I remember very number #

[Herscher's eyes are icy blue and heh as a stone faced look of
determination on his face as he stares at the ring.]

JM: And von Donkerhardt just realized that Spectre isn't standing in
the ring!

#I remember graduation #

MA: A little too late!

[Spectre charges from the shadows and drives the steel chair into the
back of the American Champion!]


"___CCCLLLAAANNNGGG___"


MA: And HvD is sent sprawling onto the aisle face first.

[Spectre winds up and tries to slam the chair into the back of HvD
once again but the American Champion instinctively rolls to the side,
the chair narrowly missing him.]

JM: HvD trying to scramble to his feet and again Spectre swings the
chair wildly!

MA: HvD looking like a scared child as Spectre barely misses him once
again!

[HvD drives his boot into the mid-section of Spectre and grabs him by
the head.]

JM: Scared child? HvD is fighting back right now as he Spectre by the
head but Spectre with an elbow into the mid-section and Spectre
follows up with eye rake!


"___CCCLLLAAANNNGGG___"


MA: HvD's head was just bounced off of the guardrail and Spectre is
now dragging him towards the ring.

[Spectre drags HvD towards the ring and as he nears it he whips HvD
hard into the apron chest first. As HvD staggers back Spectre charges
and leaps driving his knee into HvD's back and sends him crashing to
the concrete floor. Spectre slaps the back of HvD's head before slowly
pulling him to his feet but HvD catches Spectre in the jaw with a
vicious uppercut.]

JM: And there's a right hand from HvD! And another! Spectre is being
rocked. HvD finally gets the Championship belt off of his waist and
there's a thumb to the eye from Spectre!

MA: Should have just left the belt on. He gave Spectre and opportunity
and he's taking advantage of it know as he drives his boot into the
mid-section, Spectre grabs HvD's head bounces off it of the ring
steps!

[Spectre cackles as he pulls back HvD's head once again but HvD
catches the goth in the mid-section once again and Spectre releases
his head. The crowd roars as the two men begin to dril one another
with wild shots.]

JM: Spectre and HvD exchanging blows. I can't believe the American
Champ is still on his feet after being bounced around like a ping pong
ball but here is still going toe to toe with Spectre.

MA: Well he was going toe to toe but Spectre is starting to gain the
the upper hand.

[HvD takes a wild swing that Spectre ducks, and hooks in a full nelson
for a moment before hoisting HvD up off of the ground and diving
forward, driving the Dutchman's
unprotected face down onto the unforgiving mat at ringside.]

MA: And HvD eats the concrete! If Fontana wanted HvD at full strength
at Boiling Point, that move right there ruined any chance of that
happening.

[As Spectre slowly stands to his feet he met by a chorus of boos from
the crowd. He reaches down and grabs him by the hair, slowly pulling
him to his feet.]


=========================================

PVW - ONE ON ONE NON TITLE MATCH
THE SPECTRE v. HERSCHER VON DONKERHARDT

=========================================

!!! DING DING DING !!!


JM: And finally Spectre rolls the American champion under the bottom
rope into the ring.

MA: You may not like it but the freak of the PVW used his brain. The
match doesn't start till the bell so that chair shot when HvD came out
of the entrance was completely legal.

JM: Of course you would so.

MA: Even Fred would be smart enough to say that. It's not my fault you
don't under the fundamentals of the rules, Joshua.

[Spectre slides into the ring behind HvD and doesn't hesitate to pull
the American Champion to his feet and drives his head into the bridge
of HvD. HvD reaches up and grabs his nose but Spectre shoves his hands
out of the way and rakes the eyes of HvD. The referee warns Spectre to
ease off the eyes but the goth ignores him as he shoves HvD into the
ropes and drives his knee into the mid-section of the man from the
Netherlands. as HvD doubles over Spectre once again drives his own
skull into HvD.]

MA: And Spectre with another head butt before he reaches down grabbing
HvD by the arm.

JM: Spectre Looking for the Irish whip but HvD reverses it catches
Spectre with a short arm clothesline.

MA: The beating he took on the outside obviously weakened him though
as Spectre doesn't go down.

[HvD runs to the far side ropes, gaining extra momentum, he uses the
momentum to charge forward and executes a baseball slide into the left
leg of Spectre taking the leg out from under him dropping Spectre to
his one knee.]

JM: HvD is back to his feet and he leaps ... Rocker dropper onto the
neck of Spectre that sprawls the goth face first onto the mat.

MA: I'm a bit impressed right now. With the Perry Fontana has been
protecting HvD over the past few weeks I really thought he would be
curled into a ball crying right now.

[Hvd gets back to his fee and leaps once again this time driving both
his knees into the back of Spectre's neck. HvD grabs Spectre by
the hair and slams his head hard into the canvas.]

JM: Spectre's head bounces of the mat and HvD pulls his head back
again and slams it hard into the mat once again.

MA: The champion pulling Spectre back to his feet and whips him into
the corner.

JM: HvD charges in and catches Spectre with a clothesline in the
corner.

[The American Champion begins to nail Spectre with a series of stiff
elbows that rock the goth back keeping him pinned in the corner. HvD
drills Spectre with a third elbow and as he does the look in the
goth's eye change.]

JM: Spectre looks like a crazed animal right now!

MA: and he grabs HvD by the ears and spins the American Champion back
into the corner and now he's just unloading on HvD with a fast series
of body shots!

[After a six shot to the body Spectre drives his boot into the mid-
section of HvD that doubles him over. Spectre grabs him in a three-
quarter bulldog placing the jaw of HvD over his shoulder and Spectre
falls backwards driving the champion into the mat with a diamond
cutter.]

JM: HvD driven into the mat with a nasty cutter! And the goth quickly
leaps on top of HvD!

MA: The madman from New York is just gnawing away at his face!

[The crowd boos madly as Spectre continues to viciously gnaw upon the
forehead of HvD. The referee grabs Spectre by the shoulders and pulls
the lunatic off HvD. Spectre turns around and glares at the referee as
HvD rubs his forehead and reaches for the bottom rope.]

JM: HvD pulling himself to his feet as Spectre shoves the referee
back.

MA: He can pull on his zebra shirt all he wants but that's not going
to stop Spectre from doing whatever he wants to do tonight.

[Spectre turns around and tilts his head to the side as he watches HvD
pull himself back to his feet. ?Spectre lunges towards HvD who ducks
under his legs, Spectre turns around and lunges once again at the
champion but again, HvD again begins to duck under his legs but this
time Spectre grabs HvD by the hair and pulls him up.]

MA: HvD was trying to be tricky but he went to the well one to many
times as Spectre catches him. The goth whips him into the ropes.

[HvD rebounds and catches a big boot to the face that staggers HvD. As
HvD tries to regain his balance, Spectre grabs HvD by the throat with
both hands and lifts him off of his feet.]

MA: And the challenger has the champion in a double hand choke lift!

JM: You know this is a non-title match right.

MA: Shut up boy and call the action!

[The referee warns Spectre to break the hold and begins to issues a
five count.]


ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
FI -- !


[As the referee nearly says five Spectre lets go of HvD and lets him
drop with a thud to the canvas. Spectre drops a knee across the throat
of HvD and just begins to rain rights and lefts into the face of HvD.
Once again the referee grabs Spectre by the shoulder and begins to
pull him off of the American champion.]

MA: I hope Mark Barnett has some good insurance, cause Spectre is
getting back to his feet and he's burning a hole through him!

[Spectre stands over HvD and waits for him to get to his feet. Spectre
cockily motions for HvD to stand, who slowly staggers up. Spectre
grabs HvD's head and pulls him into a front facelock and quickly
executes a swinging neckbreaker. HvD clutches his neck in pain while
Spectre gets up and takes in the negative crowd reaction before
looking back down on HvD and spitting on him. The crowd unleashes a
venomous chorus of boos as the goth once again reaches down and pulls
HvD to his feet.]

MA: Spectre is in complete control here tonight. I don't see how HvD
is going to retain his title at Boiling Point against Perry Fontana at
this rate.

JM: And Spectre stays in control as he whips HvD into the turnbuckle.
And HvD gets his hands up and he prevents himself before he crashes
chest first into the turnbuckles.

MA: And the goth charges forward drilling HvD from behind with a nasty
lariat.

[Spectre pulls HvD up and shoves the stunned man into the turnbuckles.
Spectre takes a few steps backwards and rushes forward drilling the
American champion with a running avalanche. HvD barely stays on his
feet but Spectre grabs his head and executes a running bulldog.
Spectre drops down and hooks HvD's far side leg.]



!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!


!!! THR -- !!!


JM: And HvD gets his shoulder up!

MA: HvD is trying to prove to himself that he doesn't need Fontana
protecting him in the PVW but with the way Spectre is tossing him
around like he was his rag doll, I have to say he probably does need
him.

[Spectre pulls HvD up from the mat and grabs him quickly by the
throat. He places his free hand onto the small of HvD's back and lifts
him into the air.]

MA: Chokeslam! And the goth follows ups with a stomp to the chest of
the Dutchman!

JM: And Spectre once pulls HvD up by the hair.

"___SSSMMMAAACCCKKK___"

[A portion of the crowd cheers as the American champion has the taste
slapped out of his mouth.]

MA: And the classic slap all bitches receive!

JM: MATT!

MA: MATTHEW!

[Spectre once again grasps the throat of HvD and goes for another
chokeslam but HvD counters with a kick to the kneecap of Spectre.
Spectre drops to his knee and as he does so HvD wraps his arms around
the neck and arm of Spectre, locks his hands and tightens his grip on
Spectre. HvD then executes a series of kneelifts to the gut of Spectre
jarring his neck already under pressure from the hold.. HvD still
holding on to Spectre, jumps and lands on the canvas, crashing
Spectre's head and neck against HvD's shoulderblade, further jarring
the stretched neck of Spectre. The crowd cheers for the innovative
move.]

MA: What kind of move was that?

JM: I'm not sure if its a technical hold or even a hold for that
matter. Whatever it was, I would call it successful

MA: You would call it successful. Did you see how dangerous it was?
Someone needs to ban it.

JM: How can you ban a maneuver even though your not sure its a
maneuver?

MA: Once again it's not my fault you don't understand this business so
just shut up, Joshua. And HvD with a cover.



!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!


!!! THR -- !!!


MA: And Spectre kicks out.

[HvD slaps the mat and the crowd cheers as he pulls Spectre to his
feet and applies a front facelock. The referee asks Spectre if he will
submit but he emphatically says no.]

MA: He shouldn't be asking Spectre if he wants to quit he should be
disqualifying HvD for that blatant choke hold.

JM: Mark Barnett is right and he's saying it's not a choke.

MA: He needs glasses.

JM: Of course you would say that. You have to be impressed with the
way that HvD is coming back in this match.

MA: I don't have to do anything, except get Lester's wife's phone
number.

JM: What?


MA: Huh? call the match, Joshua.

[Spectre despite the pain and pressure from the hold pulls himself
towards the ropes and reaches them forcing HvD to break the hold. HvD
reluctantly releases the hold and as Spectre releases the ropes HvD
goes to reapply the hold but Spectre reaches up and low blows HvD.]

JM: Come on! That's a disqualification!

MA: What is?

JM: That low blow!

MA: Well it couldn't have been Joshua. Barnett was right there.

JM: He needs glasses!

MA: I said that earlier!

[HvD drops down to one knee as Spectre, who is still feeling the
effects of the hold, takes advantage of HvD's moment of weakness to
give him a nasty earbox. Spectre follows up with a belly to belly
suplex and adds in a kick to the head of HvD for good measure.]

MA: Spectre once again in charge of this match-up.

JM: Spectre once again doesn't go for a cover as he pulls HvD to his
feet.

MA: Are you surprised that Spectre isn't going for a cover? He's out
here showing Sammy Knight what he has to look forward to at Boiling
Point. Spectre lifts HvD into the air and drives him into the mat with
a sidewalk slam.

[The ghoulish goth follows the sidewalk slam up with an elbow drop to
the head. Again he wastes no time pulling HvD back to his feet and
drives his knee into the mid-section of HvD. As HvD doubles over
Spectre lifts him up for a powerbomb but before Spectre fully powers
HvD into the air, HvD wraps his legs around the throat of Spectre.
Spectre begins to choke but he doesn't release the hold. HvD pulls his
upperbody up to face Spectre and hits him with a series of elbows.]

JM: And HvD is fighting back to the thrill of this crowd!

[Spectre doesn't go down or release the hold from the impact of
the elbows, so HvD executes snaps his frame backwards.]

JM: HvD with a hurricanrana! HvD is back to his feet first and drives
his knee into the back of Spectre's neck ... And now HvD with a leg
scissor hold to the neck of Spectre.

[The crowd roars as Spectre's faces turns red as he struggles for both
air and the ropes. Suddenly HvD screams out I HOPE YOUR WATCHING
FONTANA!]

MA: HvD is definitely out to make a point here tonight. But he should
honestly be hoping Fontana isn't watching cause Spectre has done some
damage to the American champion so far this match and Fontana knows
how to exploit weaknesses!

JM: But will Fontana's mind be on the match at Boiling Point or the
fact that his son Adam cheated death?

MA: For once you bring up a good point, Joshua.

JM: HvD shifting slightly and he's turned the scissor hold into a
triangle choke!

[The crows roars even louder as the ghoulish goth straining becomes
more frantic. Mark Barnett drops down and begins to ask him over and
over if he submits but the madman just continues to scream no.]


JM: Spectre refusing to give up.

MA: I really don't know if he can even feel pain but his face is
becoming a dull purple now.

[As Spectre gasps for another breath he suddenly finds strength and
surges to his feet hoisting HvD up into the air in an impressive
display of power before leaping forward and slamming the back of his
head against the bottom turnbuckle, breaking the hold.]

MA: And Spectre breaks the hold, but he's still gasping for breath as
he rolls towards the ring apron.

JM: HvD grabs the back of his head for a moment but he reaches up and
uses the middle ropes to pull himself back to his feet.

[Spectre is back to his feet a brief moment before HvD and lunges
forward ...]


"___TTTHHHUUUDDD___"


JM: HvD moves and Spectre eats the corner post! And HvD wastes no time
as he grabs Spectre from the corner ...Belly to back suplex plants
Spectre into the canvas.

[HvD stands to his feet and drops a legdrop across the knee of
Spectre. HvD then places Spectre's far leg in the knee-pit of the near
leg, finishing the submission by putting Spectre's ankle on top of his
own ankle and rolling both onto their bellies and pushing back with
the wrestlers ankle.]

JM: HvD has the inverted Indian deathlock applied and there is the
crossface! He's got the Will to Power locked in!

[The crowd roars as the Will to Power is locked in and Spectre begins
to scream in agony.]

MA: I can't tell if Spectre is in pain or enjoying every second of
this hold.

JM: Who knows with the goth freak but even if he's enjoying it, his
body is in a world of hurt and Mark Barnett is right there asking if
he gives up.

[With the crossface locked on Spectre is unable to shake his head no
but he bellows it instead.]

MA: Well it's pretty obvious he doesn't with that scream. But he's
trapped!

[HvD screams DO I LOOK LIKE I NEED HELP FONTANA! As the referee once
again asks Spectre if he submits. Once again the goth bellows no and
reaches with his free hand towards the ropes ...]

JM: Spectre is reaching for the rope ...

[As the goth grabs the rope, the arena erupts in disappointment.]

MA: Spectre has the ropes! And HvD has no choice but to break the
hold.

[HvD releases the hold and dares Spectre to stand to his feet. The
goth grabs the middle rope and pulls himself up. HvD suddenly charges
forward and the two men tumble over the top rope to the floor as HvD
connects with a clothesline.]

JM: I'm not sure this is where HvD wanted the match to go!

MA: Spectre loves it on the outside! HvD is up first and he pulls
Spectre up ... but Spectre with a jawbreaker! He grabs HvD by the
waist ... inverted atomic drop!

[Spectre charges and drills HvD with a clothesline sending him back
first onto the concrete floor.]

JM: And Spectre drops to his knees and is once again gnawing at the
face of HvD!



ONE ...


TWO ...


THREE ...



MA: And Barnett has started his count but Spectre doesn't care as he
pulls HvD up and scoops slam him back onto the concrete! You have to
wonder if Fontana will finally show up to protect HvD!

JM: And Spectre doesn't care as he just drops to his knees and begins
to once again throttle the life out of HvD!



FOUR ...


FIVE ...


SIX ...



[Spectre slams HvD's head into the floor before grabbing his hair and
forcibly dragging him back to his feet.]


"___CCCLLLAAANNNGGG___"


JM: And HvD is whipped into the steel guardrail.  You can bet that
Perry Fontana is cringing with every impact move.

MA: Only because he wants to be the one to finish off the American
Champion.

JM: You would think he would have more important things on his mind
right now.

MA: The MIRACLE!

[Spectre shoves Herk Douglas off of his chair.]

MA: And Spectre has a chair ... Things are about to get interesting.

JM: And the fans are looking towards the entrance ramp.

[The goth winds up with the chair ...]


"___CCCLLLAAANNNGGG___"


JM: HvD barely moved out of the way and Spectre only connects with the
guardrail.

MA: Perry Fontana with another miracle from the back!

JM: Oh geez.



SEVEN ...


EIGHT ...


MA: HvD with a boot to the ribs of Spectre causing him to drop the
chair and there's a stiff elbow to the jaw of Spectre. Belly to belly
suplex on the floor!




NINE ...


TEN ...



[Mark Barnett signals to the time keeper as HvD rolls back to his feet
and drops a knee across the throat of Spectre. He pulls Spectre to his
feet viciously and whips him ...]


"___CCCLLLAAANNNGGG___"


JM: And Spectre shoulder first into the steel steps!

[Spectre grabs his shoulder as the bell sounds.]


!!! DING DING DING !!!


HD: Ladies and gentlemen this match is a double count out!

[The crowd boos at the announcement of the result but HvD grabs
Spectre by the back of Spectre's head and tries to slam it into the
ring step but Spectre blocks it and fires an elbow into the the gut of
HvD. Spectre with a right hand and a left hand.]

MA: Spectre battling back and he whips HvD hard into the guardrail
again! Spectre charges and he nails HvD with a clothesline that sends
HvD up and over the guardrail into the first row.

[The fans scatter as HvD tumbles onto a few chairs but the American
Champion quickly gets his feet under him and drives a right hand into
the jaw of Spectre and grabs him by the head and slams it into the
steel guardrail.]

JM: And here comes security!  Both men have important matches at
Boiling Point.  PVW isn't risking anything here tonight.

[As Spectre stumbles away from the guardrail, HvD hops over it and
charges Spectre but security swarms the two men keeping them
separated.]

JM: HvD showing he doesn't need anyone protecting him!  You can bet
tonight was a _direct_ message to the challenger, Perry Fontana.

MA: And Spectre as menacing as ever ... I think Sammy Knight knows
this loud and clear.

[HvD screams LET ME AT HIM! as security continues to push the two men
apart.]

JM: HvD is fired up and he wants at Spectre!

MA: That's a death wish right there... Forget injuries that's asking
for your career to be over!

JM: Herscher von Donkerhardt is tired of the critics doubting his
health.  I think tonight he proved that he is 100%.  If you can stand
toe-to-toe with Spectre then you have to be healthy.  Perry Fontana
better be careful ... he may just get what he asked for!

MA: Meanwhile ... Sammy Knight suffers through an arm injury.

[Spectre is forced backwards by the suits in PVW t-shirts.  Unusually
calm with a smile on his face as if he did exactly what he set forth
to do tonight.  On the other hand, HvD is ready for a war ... He tries
to power through the officials who block his path.  Almost if he sees,
Perry Fontana's face on the shoulders of Spectre's body.]

JM: Well it's that time ... It's time to hand over the reigns to the
professionals.

MA: Chip's wife needs company backstage and we know Freddie just
creeps her out.

[We cut over to the two men who have been the faces of PVW for the
better part of the past few years ... Chip Lester and Fred Hoyle.]

FH: Why that no-good ... You going to let him talk about your wife
like that?

CL: Over the years if you have taught me anything ... It's to have
thick skin.

FH: Well it's on like Donkey Kong now ... Nobody talks about Chip's
wife but ME!

CL: {Sigh} ... Really?  Can't we just like do our jobs.

FH: In just a second ...  Anderson is just jealous of this!

[Fred Hoyle lifts his "Announcer of the year" Trophy.]

FH: And he will never have one.  You see this Anderson?  If it wasn't
for the fact I asked for _THREE_ times your salary I would be doing
both shows.

CL: They never actually asked us.

FH: Shut up Chip!

CL: Anyways ...  It was good to sit back and watch Morgan and Anderson
and the first half of the show.  Thanks guys ...

FH: Wimp.

[Suddenly, without any music, walking past the curtains and walking
quickly to the ring without giving any high fives to the fans, dressed
in black tights with cherry colored boots and wrist tape and a black
luachdore mask that covers his head with cherry colored eye visors
that prevent us from seeing his eyes and cherry colored "SCII" on the
forehead, Senor Cloak makes his way to the ring.]

CL: And just like on Heatwave ... The show doesn't miss a beat.  It
doesn't matter if Morgan and Anderson is sitting here or if it's Fred
and I.

FH: Well the quality of the show goes up when we are here.

CL: Senor Cloak Dos has come out to the ring and is now asking for a
microphone.. He didn't even look at the young fans on the way to the
ring!

FH: Maybe Christopher Black has performed a miracle and finally shown
this Mexican jumping bean the light!

[A microphone is handed to the luchadore who then walks to the middle
of the ring and looks towards the entrance ramp.]

SCD: Senor Black, come out here to this ring and fight me!

[POP]

SCD: I do not want talking, I do not want conversations or
explanations! A line has been crossed and I will not advertise your
offenses to swell your ego. No more talk, no more waiting! Come to
this ring and face justice!

*CLANG*

[POP]

[Dos tosses the microphone away and stands waiting, his fists up,
ready to fight.]

CL: Cloak seems FURIOUS, Fred! I have never seen him like this before!

FH: We've seen him getting his butt kicked many times so soon you will
see something more familiar because he's asking for something that is
more than he can handle!

[The luchadore looks around anxiously, his body seemingly trembling
with rage, and then he begins pacing around the ring like a caged
tiger.]

CL: He does not seem to be in the right frame of mind right now!

FH: When is he ever in the right frame of mind?

[The camera pans around for shots of the cheering crowd.  Fans wearing
the mask of the beloved lucha hero can clearly be seen in the
audience.  Others are wearing the mask of the cult phenomenon that is
the Masked Maniac.  The masks of ASLL superstars are also back in
attendance in the crowd.  And, this close to Halloween, some fans are
already getting into the holiday spirit.  One man in the front row is
wearing a hooded devil mask.  Another nearby is wearing a hockey mask
and carrying a small plastic hatchet.  A trio of women dressed up as
zombie school girls wave eagerly at the camera as it pans past them.

But of the Bad Wolf, there's nary hide nor hair of him.  SCD shakes
the ropes in frustration at the lack of response from his foe.]

FH:  Ha!  Denied!

CL:  It's cowardice is what it is!

FH:  Like hell it is, Chip!  Christopher Black doesn't need to waste
his time on a worthless idiot like Senor Cloak Dos.  Dos should be
thanking his lucky stars the Bad Wolf isn't coming down right now to
rip him to shreds!

CL:  If Black doesn't come down, I half-expect that spineless excuse
of a human being he calls a financial advisor to show up and try to
apologize.  But I'll be happy if we don't hear from Jacob Rose.

FH:  Eh, I'll grant you that, Chip.  Ol' Jake might be a whiz at
managing money, but he'd be a lot more effective for the Bad Wolf if
he stopped bellyaching, manned up and quit caring what these wankers
think of him!

CL:  That's not what I me--!

[Suddenly, "Painkiller" cues up over the loudspeakers.  SCD's head
immediately snaps to attention as all eyes and the camera focus up the
aisle.  As his music fades, the harsh chuckle of Christopher Black can
still be heard, though the Englishman himself remains maddeningly
unseen.]

CB VO: Christ's dick, look at you makin' demands!  Bouncin' around
with your knickers all in a twist.  Almost like ya got a fire lit
under ya...  [The crowd jeers at that particular taunt as down in the
ring a furious SCD gestures for wherever Black is to show himself
finally.]  An' what, no swearin' on the grave o' Little Miss Nobody?
Ya gone an' forgot her already!  [Black lets out a few "tsks".]  So
disappointin'...

CL:  Don't let him get under your skin, Cloak!  That's what Black
wants!

[Sage words, Chip, but they don't seem to have any effect on the
agitated lucha.  From wherever he's lurking, an amused sigh escapes
from the Bad Wolf.]

CB VO:  So now you want to fight.  You want "justice".  You want the
Wolf...  [A beat as the humour drops from Black's voice, replaced now
with coldness.]  ...how does it feel to want, Dos?  To have that
hunger gnawin' at your gut, drivin' every wakin' moment o' your life?
To live for the hunt...

...ya wanna face the Wolf so badly tonight, you gotta hunt him down
first.  Can ya do it, Dos?  Can you be the hunter?  [low growl]  Show
him your teeth, show him your hunger...show the Bad Wolf how much you
WANT!

[The crowd loudly jeers at the hidden Black's taunting.  Meanwhile,
the frustrated luchadore seems beside himself, looking ready to
explode but torn as to what to do, desperately looking for that
outlet.]

CL:  Don't do it, Cloak!  You know it's got to be a trap...Black's
probably got an ambush backstage set up already!

FH:  Come off it, Chip!  That masked moron thinks he's so tough
flapping his gums around?!  Well, guess what?  The Bad Wolf's calling
your bluff, Dos...you gonna back it up or should we start calling you
El Pollo Grande?

CL:  Senor Cloak Dos isn't a chicken, Fred!

FH:  Bull...  Dos is nothing but a big chicken!   How dare he sully
Josie's memory with his selfishness and cowardice?!

CL:  I'm not even going to dignify that with a response...

[Mind finally set, SCD scrambles out of the ring to start tracking
Black down backstage.  However, once he hits halfway up the aisle...]

CB VO:  Whoa whoa whoa, where ya goin', mate?  Ya think the Bad Wolf's
hidin' out in the back?  Now, that ain't very sportin' at all, is it?
[A dark chuckle]  Nah, the Wolf's makin' it easy for ya!  The only
huntin' ground you need to go through is right _here_ .

[The lucha hero freezes in his tracks as the enormity of the situation
hits him.  The San Francisco faithful boo at the implication that
somewhere, somehow Christopher Black is right now in their midst lying
in wait among the many, many masked attendants.]

CL:  Oh no!  It's the proverbial needle in a haystack right now!

FH:  HA!  I suddenly love this time of year!

[Senor Cloak Dos frantically approaches the closest people sitting by
the aisle.  A few fans quickly remove their SCD masks to prove they're
not the Englishman, but some costumed folk aren't as forthcoming and,
human nature being as it is, are a bit put off by any accusations,
even coming from someone like Cloak.]

CB VO:  You're cold, mate...not even close!

[Dos sprints to another section, this time where a contingent of folks
in 49'ers helmets are sitting.  These fans helpfully take off their
helmets as does a lady in a Masked Maniac mask.  Two other fans paw
off their Berserker make-up, then point an accusatory finger at
someone wearing a Matthew Anderson latex mask and a "HAYES/DETSON
2012" t-shirt of all things.]

CB VO:  [the hint of a sneer in his voice]  Gettin' warmer...

CL:  This is a disgrace!

FH:  Damn right it is!  How come that rat bastard Anderson gets a mask
and I don't?!

[With some grousing, the Matthew fan reveals himself to not be Black.
SCD continues his desperate hunt, not sure where to turn next.  The
cacophony of noise assails his ears as the nearest fans point in a
dozen different directions as to where to search next.  Dos rushes
back down the aisle, with the camera trying to keep up.]

CL:  If this keeps up, the Bad Wolf is going to cause a riot with his
sick game of Hide & Seek!

CB VO:  [laughs]  Closer, little hunter...maybe closer than ya think!

[At that, SCD immediately stops in his tracks.  Then, without warning,
he suddenly lunges for the camera!  A yelp of "IT'S NOT ME!" can be
heard from the beleagured cameraman as the harried luchador crosses
off another suspect.]

FH:  First Dos assaults a fan, now the crew!  Someone call President
Detson...this masked menace must be stopped!

CL:  Black's got Cloak running ragged...where the hell is he hiding?!

CB VO:  [voice dripping in a mockery of encouragement]  Don't give up,
mate...you're almost there...

[The Mexican superstar's gaze falls back towards the ring and he runs
back towards it.]

CB VO:  ...just a few more heartbeats...

[SCD circles the ring, then finally drops to all fours.  He lifts up
the apron and looks under the ring...]

CB:  ...'til the Wolf's jaws clamp down on your bleedin' NECK!

[The crowd immediately shouts out a frantic warning as the man in the
hooded devil mask jumps the guardrail, but it's too late as the
vulnerable Senor Cloak Dos is clubbed from behind with a brutal double
axe handle smash!]

CL:  Damn him!

FH:  I told you Black was a devil who hides in plain sight!  This time
it was literal!  Dos was the one who wanted this match?  Now he's
gonna pay!  Look, it's our buddy Pete Hernandez coming down to
officiate!

[As the least-favorite PVW referee hustles down the aisle, the now-
unmasked Black slams SCD's head against the apron and rolls him into
the ring.  The sneering Englishman then vaults over the ropes himself
and makes the lazy cover.]

CL: Pete Hernandez has made his way inside the ring and he is calling
for the bell ... Is this going to be a match!?!

FH: Senor Cloak Dos wanted it ... Now, Black is going to teach this
little punk a lesson.

=========================================

PVW - IMPROMPTU MATCH
Senor Cloak Dos v. Christopher Black

=========================================


*DING*DING*DING*




!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




[The fans go nuts as Senor Cloak Dos kicks out.  Christopher Black
snarls towards the referee as he holds two fingers high in the air.]

CL: Pete Hernandez holding only two fingers up and that cheap shot
only worked to give the Bad Wolf the upper hand.

FH: That's all he is going to need.

[The Bad Wolf then turns his attention back to the target, Senor Cloak
Dos.   He yanks him to his feet by his mask.  He drives a close range
closed fist.  He sends the luchadore into the ropes and goes for a
tilt-a-whirl backbreaker, but the lighting fast Senor Cloak Dos lands
on his feet and ducks under a big right hand and hits the ropes and
rebounds into a headscissors take down as the crowd roars.]

CL: Senor Cloak Dos is back up and look at those eyes, Fred!  Black
right back up and ducks a clothesline and bounces off the ropes again
but gets caught with a high dropkick!

FH: Cloak is dropping down for the cover, but stops himself ... Stupid
move Dos man.

[Senor Cloak Dos goes to help Black up but Black trips Senor Cloak Dos
by the leg and leaps over him with a hamstring pull. Black pushes
Senor Cloak Dos hands down on the mat and flips over him, landing with
one foot on each side of him for a bridge with his pin.]




!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




CL: DOS WITH A SHOULDER UP!  Black forces his shoulder down to the mat
again.




!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!



[... but he gets the other shoulder up again before the three. The
fired up luchadore gets a rush of energy and sits up causing Black to
drop to his knees with his arms being pulled behind him. Senor Cloak
Dos pulls his legs out from underneath Black and puts his boots on
Black's back, stretching him with a Surfboard.]

CL: And Senor Cloak Dos with a submission move of his own!  You can
bet he doesn't want Black to submit just yet ... He wants Black to
feel the same pain that he is feeling right now.

FH: Why doesn't Dos just cry it out.  Wrestling is a man's sport.  And
tragedy's happen every day.  We all can't be Perry Fontana!

[Cloak Dos releases the submission and picks Black up and goes for a
vertical suplex but Black lands on his feet, however is taken
down with a neckbreaker by Senor Cloak Dos that forces Black to roll
out of the ring as the fans begin to chant, JOSIE!!! JOSIE!!!.]

FH: Did, AsH give Dos some redbull again?

CL: Senor Cloak Dos is pointing towards Black ... and bounces off the
ropes!

[Senor Cloak Dos leaps over the top rope with a _NO_ Hands Somersault
Plancha, taking out the Bad Wolf.]

CL: DOS!

FH: This jumping bean is just ticking off the Bad Wolf.

[The fans are on their feet and letting Cloak know they support him as
he picks Black up and goes for a backdrop, but is too close to the
ring, and thus, Black holds onto Dos' head and pushes off the ropes
with his feet, bringing Senor Cloak Dos face down into the ground with
a bulldog.]

FH: Did you see that Chip?  So much for Senor Cloak Dos brave plan!

CL: Bad Wolf is now getting into it with a young fan wearing a Senor
Cloak Dos mask.   Some class act!

FH: He is giving the kid some fashion advice since apparently his
parents never did.

[Senor Cloak Dos is up and takes off _after_ the Bad Wolf ...
Christopher Black notices the masked luchadore coming and moves
quickly around ring side ... The cunning British native slides under
the ropes and is followed by Senor Cloak Dos.  Black swings, but Dos
ducks under and ... handspring cartwheel back elbow right into
Christopher Black.]

CL: CLOAK ELBOW!  And Black fires back up and receives a openhanded
chop to the Bad Wolf's chest!

TWAAAAAAAP!

TWAAAAAAAP!

... Senor Cloak Dos climbs up the turnbuckles ... BULLDOG!

THUUUUUD!

[FANS LOVE IT POP!]

FH: And again Cloak isn't going for a cover.

CL: The Luchadore springboards off the ropes ... ASAI MOONSAULT!  The
Bad Wolf is pushing himself up and crawling towards the ropes for
refuge.

[This just gives the luchadore a chance for another signature move.
He charges and swings himself through the ropes and drills Black right
in the chops with the 619...]

CL: Vamanos Muchacho!  Black is back down and he is in some desperate
trouble.

FH: Wait ... this isn't good.  Do something ... Pete?

[Senor Cloak Dos is feeling the fans.  He is pumping his fist ... He
runs up the turnbuckles as 110 MPH and fast off the top with as much
speed and power as he can and leaps into his El Tributo de Original
moonsault.]

THUUUUUUUUUD!

[GRRROOOOAAANS!]

CL: Black gets his knee's up ... and Dos just landed flat on those
knees and is holding his ribs.

FH: Christopher Black is an evil genius.  He was sitting and waiting
and weathering the storm.  He knew the emotion would lead to Senor
Cloak Dos to making a huge mistake.

[Senor Cloak Dos is holding his rib cage area in pain.  The fans boo
as Black raises to his feet with a sinister smile pointing to his head
as if he is saying, "That he just out-smarted SCD."]

CL: Black seemed like he had this planned and he pulls Senor Cloak Dos
up ... Hammerlock ...

THUDDDD!

FH: Wolf's Bane!

[Black lifts the wounded luchadore to his feet ... He drives him
backwards.  He sets him up on the top ropes.  The Bad Wolf begins to
climb up with him.  The masked luchadore attempts to drive some closed
fists and fight back, but it's become obvious some wind has been taken
out of the sail with that missed El Tributo de Original.]

CL: Senor Cloak Dos is trying to fight back.  And Black jams the side
of his palm into the throat of the luchadore to slow him down.

FH: Black is a master mind inside that ring.  He has yanked out the
heart ... Clouded Senor Cloak Dos' mind ... And now played his emotion
against him.  You have to tip your hat off!

[Black leaps off with a Super Fishermanbuster ... A rare but deadly
finishing move by the Bad Wolf ...]

THUUUUUUUUUUUUD!

[SILENCE.]

FH: DELTA WAVE!  YESSS!




!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




!!! THREE !!!




[MASSIVE WE HATE YOUR FN GUTS HEEL HEAT!]


FH: The Bad Wolf has done it!  He did it, Chip!  Why are you so quiet
now Chip?

CL: I don't have anything to say.  Christopher Black is a disgrace to
this company.

FH: Senor Cloak Dos wanted it ... The Bad Wolf just showed him what
happens when you mess with the wolf!

HD: Your winner of the match ... CHRISTOPHER BLACK!

[BOO'S!]

[Chest heaving with effort, the Bad Wolf still manages to flash his
fallen prey a cruel smile.  He rolls out of the ring, grabbing Dos'
discarded microphone from earlier.  Black then shakes his head as his
blue eyes harden into a cold grimace.]

CB:  This is how it goes, little man.  The hunter becomes the hunted,
the weak get eaten -- an' you got nothin' left to fight for.  Just the
taste of cold ashes in your mouth.   But, ya know?   It's all right.
In the end, this is the way o' the world.  In the end, that lonely
little broken bird o' yours finally accepted it.  So should you.  [The
Wolf's expression perks up into an almost serene state.]  Don't
worry...the Wolf will be doin' ya a favour at Boilin' Point.  He'll be
snuffin' out that hollow heart o' yours once an' for all...

[Black pauses, eyes bright with near-rapturous hunger as his voice
drops to an icy, ravenous hiss.]

CB:  ...'cause it's what _she_ would have wanted for ya!

[With that, the Bad Wolf just turns away and lets the mic fall from
his hands, walking back up the aisle without giving his foe another
look back.]

CL: Christopher Black needs to be taught a lesson.  This guy makes me
violently ill ... just flat out sick to my stomach.

FH: Christopher Black is a future champion in this league.  He just
taught everyone a very good lesson ... Don't mess with the Bad Wolf.

CL: Fans, I am getting the signal to go backstage.

FH: It better not be Anderson hitting on your wife.

[Yllana stands, arms crossed, as Rob Cole paces back and forth in the
locker room. He runs his hands through his hair, shaking his head in
frustration. His left arm is still taped, he has a visible limp, and
his features are still bruised after the big fall at the last
Heatwave.]

RC: WHY?!?!! Huh?!?! I asked you to stay with your mom, to stay with
our son... I'll handle this! I'm not wrestling tonight... we're
announcing the match for Boiling Point, Will is going to yap a bit
about how it's going to get worse, and the match is set... that's it!
That's all I have to do tonight!

YC: And if it was simple as that I'd be home... but I'm sick of him
threatening me, threatening my son, and you seem to forget there's a
masked man costing you matches. Look, sickness and health, richer and
poorer, the whole nine yards... I've stayed away from the business for
a long time, but you need someone to watch your back every once in a
blue moon. I know you can beat him... I know you're better than him...

[The couple are interrupted... Brian Young, leaning heavily against
his cane, limps into the room. The couple turn to stare and Brian
shakes his head, pointing toward Rob with his free hand.]

BY: What is she doing ... didn't I tell you ...

[Brian pauses and takes a deep breath, shaking his head to the side in
disappointment as he does so.]

BY: Simple advice, Rob ... it was simple enough advice to follow
{sigh}

RC: I'm not her Lord and King... she goes where she wants, no matter
what I say!

BY: I'm not here to lecture you. Bill's lost his mind, Rob and he's
taking it out on your ... well he's taking it on your car.

[Brian shrugs his shoulders.]

BY: And ironic enough this isn't the first time he's taken a car apart
with his bare hands. But knowing Bill this has to be some form of a
set-up, I mean he's smart enough to not further injure himself so
close to Boiling Point.

[Cole runs a hand through his hair, shaking his head and chuckling...
he turns to look at his wife, who rolls her eyes in response. Cole
nods, turns to face Brian and licks his lips.]

RC: My car? Seriously? You know what... ? Yeah, trap... so what? I'm
going out there and I'm going to smack the taste out of his mouth! So
sick of this!!!

[Cole brushes by Young, who watches after him for a moment before
Yllana steps forward. She looks him over a moment before shaking her
head and following out the door!]

CL: It's nice to see a veteran like Brian Young, who is humble and
even through it all is willing to offer his sage advice.

FH: Screw that!  Rob Cole is partly the reason for that cane.  Your
career is over, you idiot!  Send him out to the wolves!

CL: The Young family have been a staple in the wrestling world for a
long time.  You can always count on them to take care of the business
and anyone involved.

FH: And that's why he is limping around like he is 70 years old.

CL: It was only a few years ago he wore the PVW Heavyweight
Championship.  Let's go backstage again where Sir Tyler Holbridge is
standing by filling in for Dean Hayes tonight.

FH: The show just doesn't seem the same with out that goofy smile.
Thankfully, I still have you to pick on.

CL: Aren't I lucky.

[The camera cuts backstage with the call from Chip Lester. We see
PVW's intrepid backstage interviewer, Sir Tyler Holbridge, standing in
one of those white concrete non-descript hallways that line nearly
every backstage area in wrestling. He's on his cell phone, leaning
casually against the wall. Of course, casual for a Brit is to be
ramrod straight, so he's not so much leaning against the wall as doing
a great impersonation of it]

STH: Yes, Margaret, I'll do my utmost to get you an autograph. I
promise. Happy birthday, my dear sweet niece. Of course. You as well.

[Holbridge closes the cell phone, as opposed to snapping it shut, and
slides it into his blazer's pocket. He turns and begins to walk down
the hallway, towards the camera as it pedals backwards to keep up with
him. Along the way, a few technicians pass him, carrying bundles of
cable, and he nods politely to him, and they in turn. As he passes a
redhead woman wearing a blue denim shirt and black jeans, walking on a
silver cane, he turns the corner...

...and stops.

After a brief moment, Holbridge turns in place, and goes back around
the corner. The redhead is limping along at a good walking pace, just
below normal walking speed, as he calls out to her]

STL: Excuse me. Miss Lawson?

[At the sound of the Englishman's voice, the redhead stops. As she
turns, there's a minor buzz that goes through the crowd. The woman in
question is in her early 30's, with red hair that hangs in slight
curls around her face. When she speaks, it's with the slightest of
Texas accents, mixed with a few bits of the local Phoenix dialect. The
buzz is due to her not being seen on TV in over six years, when she
and the wrestler she managed retired to open up a wrestling school in
Phoenix.

Dallas Lawson, former manager to one Diamondback Chris Myers, smiles
as she sees the announcer approaching her]

DL: Sir Tyler. I didn't expect to see you here.

STL: The feeling, I believe, is mutual. And, if I may be a bit
forward...

[The Englishman reaches out. Dallas, in return, extends her hand. He
politely brushes the back of her hand with his lips, and comes back up
with a small smile]

STL: Lilacs?

DL: It's the body lotion. How are you doing this evening, Sir Tyler?

STL: About as well as one can when you're an Englishman in the
American Southwest. And yourself, if I may inquire?

DL: Oh, I'm actually feeling pretty well. I'm coming from a meeting
with Dex Willingham, actually.

[At the mention of the name of the PVW's owner and titular head, one
of Holbridge's eyebrows rises slightly]

STL: You have?

DL: I have. I've been in discussions with him over the phone for a few
weeks, and tonight, we managed to find a time to sit down and...

[After a second, she smiles widely]

DL: Why, Sir Tyler. You've barely said word one to me, and here I am,
spilling everything to you.

STL: It's my natural charm, I suppose.

DL: I suppose! Well, there's no better person here in PVW to spill the
beans too. This evening, Sir Tyler, Mr. Wellingham and I signed a
contract, and I will be bringing a new charge to PVW. And he's set to
debut at Boiling Point.

[Another small buzz from the crowd...but Sir Tyler looks very
intrigued
by Dallas' words]

STL: Indeed. I don't suppose you'll be bringing back Mr. Chris Myers,
will you?

DL: Oh, no. Chris is retired. He's happy running the Sun Valley
Wrestling Academy, and to quote his words, he says it's a young man's
game nowadays. No matter how much I tried to convince him otherwise.

STL: So...this is someone brand new to the PVW? Someone the fans have
never seen in action before?

DL: Well, if they follow European wrestling, they might have seen my
new charge in action. He trained at a wrestling academy in Essen,
Germany. You might have heard of the man who owns the academy...Otto
Verhoeven?

[Now that gets a response, the mere mention of the "Butcher's"
legendary name enough to send a shiver down the spine of any wrestling
fan]

STL: Oh. A student of Herr Verhoeven's?

DL: Not exactly. My charge trained under the tutelage of Karl Krueger
and Victor Frost, actually. And he accompanied Victor Frost to several
prestigious wrestling tournaments through Europe and North Africa.
He's come to me very highly recommended by all three men, and when I
offered my services as a manager to this young man, he accept my offer
to come to North America and hone his skills.

STL: I have to say, the pedigree this man has...it is enormous, it
sounds like. But, what made him stand out to you, Miss Lawson? What
was it about him that made you want to become a manager again?

[Dallas' answer is a simple smile, and a gentle gesture of the finger,
implying that Sir Tyler should look behind him. Intrigued, Sir Tyler
turns around.

And looks up.

And up.

And up]

STL: I believe this answers my question.

[Towering over the Englishman is a young man with his black hair
"styled" into a buzzcut. He wears a brown jacket and black slacks, and
underneath those clothes looks to be almost pure muscle. Blue eyes
look down at the announcer, no malice, no interest, but with more of a
'I acknowledge your presence' type of stare]

DL: Sir Tyler, this is Erich Seiger, also known as "Der Kreuzritter."
23 years of age. 7 feet tall, 325 pounds...2.13 meters, 147 kilograms
to
you, Sir Tyler. Former amateur European football player, graduate from
the Verhoeven Wrestling Academy, and the newest member of Phoenix
Valley Wrestling as of tonight.

STL: I see.

DL: Yeah, so did I the second I laid my eyes on him.

[Seiger gives Sir Tyler a firm nod in response to the stare that Sir
Tyler's been giving him. Dallas steps around Sir Tyler at this point,
and quietly says something to Erich in what sounds like German.
Seiger, after a moment, responds in kind, in German that's a little
more confident and less halting that Dallas', and then extends a
massive hand towards Sir Tyler]

DL: Erich says he watched you on BBC Europe growing up. He's pleased
to meet you.

STL: Oh. Well, danke, Herr Seiger.

[Tyler's hand is dwarfed by Seiger's as the pair shake hands]

DL: Now, if you'll excuse us, Sir Tyler, we've got a match to prepare
for in two weeks time.

STL: Of course. It's nice to see you again, Miss Lawson. Herr Seiger.

[As Lawson and Seiger walk away, the German towering over the redhead
as they leave Sir Tyler behind, the shot goes back to the announce
table, and two very impressed men]

FH: That is one big German.

CL: Well, considering he's a student of Otto Verhoeven's, that's not a
surprise. The big question here, Fred, is whether or not he's going
to follow in Otto's footsteps, which wrestling fans will know was less
of a pleasant walk through the park and more of a path of pure
destruction.

FH: I admit, Chip, I don't know much about Otto Verhoeven's past work,
but I'll pray for the gentle giant and not the wrecking ball.

CL: Folks, I want to take this time to remind you that this is the
very last show before we head to the Cow Palace just across town for
Boiling Point.  Like usual we will hold an one and a half hour Preshow
live on Cable TV.  Then the night really gets heated as this year we
will bring to you _TEN_ matches.

FH: I am not sure I will still have a voice after that ...  However,
as your Announcer of the Year, I will find a way.

CL: We already know a number of them ...  AsH has been rewarded his
rematch with Gibson Hayes.  Rob Cole and William Craven will square
off in the much anticipated rubber match.  The list goes on and on ...
Stay tune after tonight's show goes off the air where we release
_BOTH_ full lineups.

FH: Why don't we just do that now?

CL: Because, the script doesn't call for it.

FH: When have I ever stuck to the "script".

[Todd Johnstone, "Big Bubba" Hayes, Livestock and The Gutch stand in
the ring, waiting for Ash to make his way to the ring.]

CL: See what happens when you try to change the script.

FH: SHHH ... The General is about to speak.

TJ: Ash, get your half-way retarded head out of your ass and into the
ring.

V/O: THERE'S NO PROMISE OF SAFETY!!!!!

[Smoke begins to fill the entrance of the PVW walkway as "The Melting
Point of Wax" by Thrice blasts through the arena at the maximum
possible volume.]

"I've waited for this moment
All my life and more
And now I see so clearly
What I could not see before.
The time is now or never
This chance won't come again
Throw caution and myself into the wind"

[The tron begins to flash 'C R U I S E R W E I G H T I C O N' over and
over as the smoke coming up from the entrance ramp becomes heavier and
heavier, making it unable to see any sort of figure at all.]

*FLASH FLASH FLASH FLASH*

[The strobe lights go off on the stage until AsH stands in the smoke,
hands to the air with a MASSIVE smile on his face, clearly enjoying
the look of disdain that's readily apparent on the faces of Johnstone,
Livestock and Gutch]

"There's no promise of safety
With these secondhand wings
But I'm willing to find out
What impossible means"

[AsH walks to the ring slapping hands of fans as he smiles and mugs to
the crowd, enjoying really drawing out the entrance as Johnstone
impatiently squeezes his cane.]

"A leap of faith"

[AsH laughs as he steps up the ringsteps and leaps over the top rope
directly into arms reach of the entire roster of HOPE, either unafraid
or ignorant of the danger]

AsH: Man, the ring announcers are REALLY losing quality quickly.
Normally they say something about me being the Cruiserweight Icon, or
The Living Kickout or now the King of Cruisers. You know, something
like that. But I just get called down here like I'm the kid who got
caught with cigs in his pocket. Speaking of, aren't you supposed to be
chomping away at a cigar like it's Gibby's dick?

TJ: Cut the bullshit, numbnuts, and let's get to brass tacks. You're
an annoying little runt who has less in your skull than Caleb Foley.

AsH: To be fair, Caleb Foley has nothing in my skull... and if he did,
it's in that part of the brain that I'm well happy gets horribly
damaged every time I land on it. Not only that, but am I being called
less intelligent by a man with no sleeves on his suit?

[A quick rap to the top of Ash's head from Johnstone's black finished
cane interrupts the cruiser-weight icon.]

AsH: Ok, that's not my snooze button. Do it again and I'll turn you in
a poorly dressed popsicle, complete with two scoops of [pointing at
Gutch and Bubba Hayes] Crisco, with a side of [pointing at Livestock]
'80's cliche.

[Bubba moves to murderize AsH but Johnstone puts a hand up.]

TJ: Not yet, not until he really screws the alpaca. Ash, what you have
before you are choices. Choices aren't something an old man like you
gets all too often - I should know. I've spent almost 50 years of my
life in this ring. I know what you're going through. You're trying to
run away from the ghost, the ghost of your own mortality.

[AsH's smile fades into a less than amused smirk as he takes a few
steps backwards and leans on the turnbuckles, motioning with his hand
for Todd to continue.]

TJ: You're not long for this ring, Ash. You've got a family to feed,
not many out of the ring skills and you know you don't have much
longer to make that final, lasting mark. The PVW brass decided to give
you your last day in the sun - to put you up against my biggest
investment and one of the greatest wrestlers of this generation. So
I'll put this in simple terms: either you get beaten past that last
inch of your usefulness, right here and right now or...

[Johnstone pulls out a very large stack of money from his Brown Belt
from Sears.]

TJ: ...you can take this and insure that you and your family don't
have to worry about nothing for quite some time. Think about it - no
more missing your kid's birthdays on the road working in some podunk
shithole in Wyoming. You'd get to see your wife, which would probably
make her miserable. Instead of being crippled and laughed at you could
be living it up with your family. Think about it, kid. Think long and
hard. Haven't you missed enough birthdays, special moments and time
with the missus already?

[AsH looks down at the ground, clearly going over the times he's
missed with the family. Times he'll never get back]

TJ: The alternative is these boys crippling you and you ending up
having to pay much more than this wad to maybe walk again. Hell, I'd
rather you do that because I love this money more than anything else
in this world... but the thought of you doing the right thing, taking
the money and walking away, and the looks on these idiots' faces
*points at the audience* gets me going. So what'll it be, dipshit?

[Todd extends the handful of money towards AsH who sets his jaw and
turns to the fans, leaning over the ropes as he's mulling this over]

TJ: C'mon, schmuck. Limited time offer. Money for doing NOTHING.
You've
got a family that tolerates you, enjoy them.

[AsH looks back to the fans and finally turns towards Johnstone.



...and takes the money]


[HEEL POP!]


TJ: I'm dumbfounded. Usually doofuses like you would scoff at the
payoff and then say something about doing this for the fans or talk
about morality. Color me slightly impressed, kid. Maybe all those
blows to the head knocked some sense into you!

[AsH runs his thumb over the wad of cash and raises his eyebrows,
impressed with the payoff. He takes the rubber band off the money and
continues to count it as he walks towards the turnbuckles. Stepping
through the ropes, he stands on the ringsteps and raises the wad of
cash with a "Check this out" look to the fans]

CL: I can't believe this... he just took the money and is bowing out?
What does this mean for Boiling Point?

FH: It means AsH isn't quite as dumb as I thought he was... I mean, he
has SOME common sense. DEEP down. It's just a matter of Johnstone
being a fantastic motivational speaker and really reaching that part
of him that---


[MASSIVE FACE POP!]


[With a flick of his wrist, AsH tosses the money into the fans, nearly
creating a riot in the first dozen rows. He turns back towards the
ring, his eyes focusing on Johnstone as he steps back through the
ropes]

AsH: I've done a whole lotta things in my career, so far. I've won
titles, tournaments and accolades that I had no business thinking
about. I've thrown my body beyond the normal limits of human
mortality. I've fought against the odds time and again and come out on
top  at a five hundred average. I've been called quick, resilient, and
above all, determined.

I've never really been called smart.

[AsH smiles as he gets closer to Johnstone again]

AsH: You come out here, blatantly smiling at the bitter sarcasm behind
calling yourselves HOPE. You beat down anyone who would stand in your
way and you have taken yourselves to the top of almost every possible
title in this company. Your Hegemony has reached unparalleled heights
and now strikes fear and doubt into anyone unlucky enough to be slated
against you.

Until now.

You've tipped your hand, Johnstone. You've shown the WORLD that when
it comes down to it, true hope... FAITH makes you afraid. You may have
your idea for the bright future and better tomorrow, but we all know
that the future is only bright for you and yours. The rest of us? We'd
be lucky to see the light of day.  But just now, in that wad of sweaty
and ill-gotten green, you've shown that you have no greater idea of
the future than I do.

And that worries you, doesn't it? Just can't pin me down or see my
motivations or control or stop or dissuade me, can you? For a regime
that rules with an iron fist, I must be like watching sand slip
through your fingers.

So I'll see you at Boiling Point. I won't be hard to miss. I'll be the
whack-job hoisting the World Title over his head before starting a new
future. A future of FREEDOM!

[Seething, staring out at his lost lucre, Johnstone yells: "YOU
IGNORANT SON OF A BITCH" and lunges at AsH! AsH dodges sideways and
kicks the legs out from under the manager, shifting his weight quickly
and putting a boot roughly into Johnstone's temple. Bubba, seeing his
meal ticket getting faced, enters the fray and AsH pulls down on the
top rope, sending the big man over the top and spilled to the floor.]

Gutch: Why you scrawny lil' pissant!

CL: Jeez louise! AsH turned down the money and now he's fighting off
HOPE!

FH: There's no hope for an idiot like AsH, just a lifetime of being
crippled!

Gutch: you're tied to the tracks and you spit at the guy tryin' to
untie you?  You are so DEAD!

[Livestock grabs Johnstone's limp and prone form and makes his way out
of the ring while The Gutch lurches at AsH...]


=========================================

PVW - ONE ON ONE MATCH
AsH v. The Gutch

=========================================


*DING*DING*DING*


CL: There is the  bell and it looks like, The Gutch is the hand picked
opponent to take down AsH.

FH: Why not ... take the biggest guy you have and place him against a
200 pounder, AsH.

[AsH begins to circle ... the four hundred pound tag team champion who
just turns his body as the Cruiserweight stays light on his feet
and continues to look for an opening on the much larger man in front
of him.]

FH: The Gutch is looking at AsH like he is a giant T-Bone steak.

CL: As long as it's not eggs.

FH: Touche!

[AsH slaps his chest ferociously and tells the Gutch that he is going
to beat him.  The Gutch cracks his large knuckles and the two lock up.
The 400 pounder doesn't budge no matter how much AsH's feet kick off
the ground, and it leads to the Gutch shoving AsH so hard he rolls
back up onto his feet. The Gutch rolls his neck and signals for AsH to
bring it.]

FH: The Gutch has been training hard.  He is ready to send a message
tonight and AsH is in the wrong place at the wrong time.

CL: AsH is trying to send a message in his own right.

[AsH charges at The Gutch and moves him back a few steps but before
the Gutch gets to close to the corner he stops dead in his tracks. The
Gutch starts mockingly pretending to be pushed backwards, but at the
last second throws AsH into the corner.]

THUNK!

CL: The Gutch just man handled AsH and shook the ring!

FH: All that intense training has Gutch motivated to cause chaos on
AsH on behalf of the general, Todd Johnstone.

[The Gutch grabs AsH by the head with one hand and hooks his arm with
his other, then throws AsH out of the corner with a massive hip toss.
AsH gets right back up looking angry and actually suggests a test of
strength. The Gutch laughs and gets down on both knees before locking
hands with AsH.]

CL: The Gutch trying to even things up a bit by getting on his knees
and the Gutch shakes his head "no" and starts to stand up.

FH: AsH's courage is going to be his demise.

[AsH starts dishing out vicious kick after kick to the knees of the
big four hundred pounder, until he's back down on his knees. The Gutch
is put down on his knees this time and AsH actually starts to win the
test of strength – bending the Gutch's hands downwards towards his
head.]

CL: AsH using whatever he can to his advantage!  And the fans are
getting behind him.

FH: AsH is cheating!  A test of strength doesn't involved kicking!

[The Gutch starts to get a look in his eyes like he's focusing more
and his arms start shaking. AsH starts screaming in pain and
trying to pull away but The Gutch is using his weight and size
advantage to crush the hands of AsH.]

CL: Livestock and Todd Johnstone now telling the big 400 pounder to
crush AsH.

FH: Crush him like an ant!

[The Gutch pulls AsH into a headbutt, then gives him another. The
Gutch positions AsH hands by his waist before lifting him right into
the air just by his hands. The Gutch walks AsH over to the corner and
straddles him on the top rope. The Gutch releases AsH's hands and
delivers an echoing open hand slap to the chest of AsH.]

TWAAAAAAAAP!

CL: Bone crushing chop by one half of the tag team champions.

FH: That reminds me ... Who are Livestock and The Gutch going to face
at Boiling Point since Max and Sal are disposed of.

[The Gutch looks to the crowd and shushes them. The Gutch delivers
another echoing slap to the chest of AsH then looks down towards his
partner full of smiles. The Gutch reaches back as far as possible
before slapping AsH in the chest a third time.]

THWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!

CL: The Gutch is punishing the man who is set to take on Gibson Hayes.
And since Todd Johnstone and the rest of HOPE can't be at ring side at
Boiling Point ... The Gutch is looking to do as much damage as
possible here tonight.

FH: You can bet Gibson is back stage amused at the thought that AsH
even has this chance.

[The Gutch walks away from the corner and into, The Gootch
Bartilootch~! dance ... The fans roar into boo's and then The Gutch
approaches AsH for another slap but gets booted in the face. AsH
grabs the Gutch and fires off some forearm shots to weaken him up,
then shoves him away with his feet on AsH's shoulders. AsH climbs up
to the top rope and dives off for a missile dropkick, but the Gutch
catches the feet of "The Cruiserweight Icon" causing him to land flat
on his back.]

CL: AsH attempted to mount a comeback, but just fell short.  The Gutch
hooks his arms around AsH's legs and starts spinning around in circles
until AsH is lifted up off of the ground from the momentum.

FH: Cruiserweight Icon ... meet 400 hundred pounds of pure muscle and
sex appeal!

CL: Did you just say the Gutch has sex appeal?

[The Gutch then lets go of AsH legs, sending him flying out of the
ring under the bottom rope.]

CL: And AsH is down on the hard cement floor where Livestock looks
like he wants to go over there, but Todd Johnstone stops him.

FH: Gutch is headed out of the ring and he grabs AsH to finish the
job.

[The Gutch sends AsH into the guard rail with a massive Irish Whip
that shakes it. The Gutch then grabs the throat of AsH as he staggers
over towards the ring apron. The Gutch lifts AsH up for a chokeslam on
the concrete by the orders of Todd Johnstone, but AsH hooks his arms
around the top rope, slipping free of the 400 pounder grasp. AsH gives
the Gutch a stiff kick to the face, then a boot to the forehead,
sending him staggering backwards. AsH goes for an asai moonsault
but in one solid motion looks more like he hits the Gutch with an
inverted DDT.]

THUUUUUUD!

[ASH-HOLE POP!]

CL: AsH roaring back!

FH: He can roar back all he wants.

[AsH stands over the chest of the Gutch and gets in face, asking the
Gutch if he thought he was a joke. AsH then stomps on the face of the
Gutch which causes him to roll over in pain.  AsH positions the Gutch,
who's still on his hands and knees over towards the steel steps and
backs up. AsH charges at the Gutch and gives him a dropkick to the
side of the head, drilling the other side of his head directly into
the steel steps.]

THUUUUD!

CL: ASH FIGHTING BACK WITH A FURY!  He is tired of Todd Johnstone
trying to end him before he can make it to Boiling Point.

FH: This is a disgrace!  Is this who you want as your champion PVW?

[AsH rolls into the ring at a near ten count and stops the referee and
then rolls back out.]

CL: AsH doesn't want a count out win!  He wants to fight and take it
to the Gutch and the rest of HOPE!

FH: AsH has never been confused as the smartest wrestler in the locker
room.

[AsH grabs the leg of the Gutch and places it on the bottom set of
steps. AsH grabs the top set of steps and lifts it up with all his
might over his head. AsH goes to drill the steel steps into the leg of
the Gutch, but Livestock is there and yanks it away from the
"Cruiserweight Icon" saving his partner.]

FH: That's loyalty right there.

CL: The Gutch got lucky right there.  The referee is now on the
outside and he is telling Livestock to back away from the action.

[AsH shakes his head no and slides into the ring then bounces off the
ropes. AsH dives over the top rope as the Gutch pulls himself up,
taking the mammoth out with a no-handed suicide plancha.]

[HUGE SPOT POP!]

CL: AsH takes the Gutch right back down like a bullet!

FH: That's the only way AsH can take down a beast like the Gutch.
However, that isn't going to work on Gibson Hayes.  While, it's
possible to out smart the Gutch ... It's near impossible to out smart
our PVW World Champion.

[AsH pulls the Gutch up and rolls him into the ring with his head and
upper torso sticking out of the ring. AsH jumps up on the apron, then
leaps into the air and hits a high knee drop right on the face of the
Gutch, causing him to roll into the ring fully. AsH jumps up on the
ring apron and climbs to the top rope. "The Cruiserweight Icon" takes
to the air for a frog splash and connects which gets a big pop from
the crowd. AsH hooks the massive leg of the Gutch.]




!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




CL: The Gutch with a strong kick out.

FH: Dang right!  The Gutch isn't going to fall to a 200 pounder like
AsH.

[AsH fires off forearm to the head after forearm to the head of
the Gutch as he tries to pull himself up. AsH bounces off the
ropes but runs right into a sidewalk slam.]

THUUUUUUUUUUD!

CL: AsH runs right into a a big slam by Gutch and he hooks the leg!




!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




... AsH shoots a shoulder up from underneath all that weight!  But,
the Gutch pushes him back down again for another cover!




!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!



... No!  AsH isn't going to be pinned!

[ROARING ASH SUPPORTIVE POP!]

FH: Todd Johnstone is telling the Gutch to finish him ... And I agree
it's time to finish this little punk.

[The Gutch pulls AsH up and presses him into the air before dropping
him chest-first on the top turnbuckle, nearly breaking his skull open
on the steel ring post, but just missing it. The Gutch grabs AsH by
the shoulder and pulls him backwards into the middle of the ring.]

CL: It looks like the Gutch is going to go for a big splash ...

FH: If he hits this ... it's over with!

[The Gutch hits the ropes and leaps up, but AsH just rolls out of the
way as the Gutch crashes down on the mat empty handed.  The fans leap
to their feet chanting - AsH-Hole!  AsH-Hole!]

CL: The Gutch misses!  And AsH is up and he kicks the side of the big
man's head...  He springboards!

THWAAAAAAAAAP

... ENZIGURI and the Gutch goes down!

FH: That is just going to piss off the Gutch.

[AsH perches down and waits as the Gutch starts to move and push
himself up ... and the big man eats a basement dropkick.  The fans are
going nuts as AsH begins to climb the ropes and he leaps into a
shooting star press and connects!]

CL: SHOOTING STAR PRESS!  AsH hooks a leg and he could win it right
here ...



!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




THUD!



[Livestock is in the ring and drops a knee right into the mid-back of
AsH breaking up the count and the referee leaps up calling for the
bell.]

*DING*DING*DING*

HD: The winner of the match, AsH!!!

CL: Livestock is in the ring and he just nailed AsH breaking up the
pin.  Livestock begins to pull AsH to his feet, but AsH ducks under
and unloads with forearms!

FH: Redbull versus Redbull right here!

[AsH springboards into a leaping leg lariat that takes Livestock off
his feet. Gutch has made his way vertical again and AsH rebounds off
the ropes, moving as quickly as possible to prevent being cornered. He
comes off the ropes and leapfrogs off of the prone Livestock to hit a
flying tornado forearm smash to Gutch who goes right back down]

CL: AsH is an absolute house of FIRE!

FH: Burn that mother down, Livestock!

[Livestock is on his feet and AsH hits him with a running front kick,
only to be caught. AsH immediately counters into a one legged backflip
to land on his feet again and explode forward with a diving lariat
which stuns, but doesn't down Livestock.]

FH: He didn't even go down... now AsH is in trouble.

[Livestock grabs AsH by the back of the head and clubs him with a
downward elbow to the skull before tossing him into the ropes.]

CL: Livestock misses the clothesline as AsH ducks and Gutch back to
his feet at well. Now we've got the future contender for the title
going up against both tag champs.

FH: Great, if AsH wants to be WORLD Champion, he needs to prove he can
survive with both TAG Champions.

CL: In what universe does that make any level of sense?

[AsH is in the corner, eyeing both of the big men before mouthing
"F*** IT" and charging forward. He fakes towards Livestock and
reverses into a dropkick to Gutch, that he actually uses as a
springboard to fly backwards into Livestock with a plancha, taking
both my by surprise.]

[FANS LOVE IT POP!]

CL: AMAZING OFFENSE BY ASH!

FH: Oh come ON! Somebody squash this AsH-Hole! DAMMIT! I'm saying it
too now. But uh oh, here comes the executioner.

[Uncle Frank is marching his way down to the ring as Bubba Hayes and
Todd Johnstone both slide into the ring as well. AsH has back himself
to a far turnbuckle again, eyeing Livestock, Gutch, Bubba, and now
Uncle Frank as Johnstone simply smiles and grips on his cane]

FH: Folks, hit your record buttons. You're about to see the LAST of
AsH, tonight. This episode will be a collector's item. Like Houdini's
stomach contents.

CL: Seriously? You're King of Tact!

FH: Thank you. Announcer of the Mid Year and King of Tact. I'll be
having more nicknames than AsH shortly. Especially since his next
nickname will be "The Late."

[Uncle Frank starts walking towards the cornered challenger but as he
does, Gibson Hayes, the World Champion... YOUR World Champion starts
making his way down to the ring.]

FH: What's this?! The CHAMP is gracing us with his presence.

CL: I'm... I'm actually kind of amazed. I wouldn't have figured Gibson
would even want to risk dirtying his shoes with AsH's blood... just
let his jackals feast on him and then pick up the scraps later.

FH: What are you talking about? He's the World Champion. YOUR, World
Champion, Chip. He's out here to prove to this challenger that he's
nothing now, he was nothing then, and he'll be nothing when they meet
at Boiling Point.

[The Champ walks up the ringsteps and steps through the ropes, then
orders each member of HOPE to a different side of the ring. AsH makes
his way to the center, sweating and bruises forming already, but
stands toe to toe with the Champ.]

FH: Here's as close as you're going to get to seeing AsH in the main
event at Boiling Point.

CL: Somehow, I don't see a legitimate contest of two men here. I see a
trap and humiliation coming.

FH: Oh come on. Gibson is really bestowing an honor on AsH, even being
in the same ring as him.

[AsH starts jawing and Gibson smiles and nods before firing a right
into AsH's jaw. AsH stumbles into the corner occupied by Gutch and is
tossed back to the center of the ring, where he meets a beautiful
roundhouse kick to the head. This, too, sends him stumbling to another
corner, this one occupied by Bubba who grabs him by the head and yells
at him before tossing him to Gibson.]

CL: This is a gangland beating, folks. Don't get it confused. AsH may
have heart, but he's going to end up in the hospital if he doesn't get
out of the ring soon.

FH: Correction: He'll end up in the hospital no matter what.

[AsH stumbles towards Gibson who hooks him in a front facelock... but
is immediately reversed with a slip and rear-waistlock which turns
into a high arching belly to back takedown. AsH immediately is up to
his feet and hits a standing moonsault down across the back of Gibson
Hayes.]

CL: Unbelievable! Finding a way to mount some offense and---

FH: You were saying?

[As AsH reaches down for Gibson, he's hit with a poke in the eye that
forces him to back off. Gibson kips up to his feet and hits a kick to
the stomach which is caught. He quickly tries for an Enziguiri but AsH
sees it coming and ducks it. AsH grips both legs and tries for a
wheelbarrow suplex, but Gibson counters mid air with a back elbow and
lands on his feet.]

CL: Brilliant back and forth by both men.

FH: AsH is getting toyed with, don't get it twisted. Underdogs who win
only exist in cartoons and crappy movies. This is real. This is
GIBSON'S reality. Accept it.

[Gibson grips AsH's head for a cutter but is tossed into the ropes.
AsH meets him with a flying knee but is dodged and both men again,
land on their feet looking at each other. AsH smiles as Gibson sneers.
AsH charges at the world champion.]

CRAAAAAAAAAACK

[Todd Johnstone, in his infinite brilliance, tossed his polished cane
to Gibson Hayes who caught it and in one fluid movement, broke it
across the bridge of AsH's nose and forehead. AsH drops like a shot
deer and immediately starts pouring out blood.]

FH: OOOH! OH YES! CHRISTMAS CAME EARLY!

CL: My God, AsH just got LEVELED and look at the blood already!

[AsH's face has quickly become the crimson mask, Gibson looks at the
broken cane and smiles momentarily before snapping his fingers and
pointing down at the challenger. Within the span of a second, HOPE is
stomping and pounding on the downed AsH like a pack of wolves.]

CL: My God! He's had enough. I'm not even sure if he KNOWS where he
is...

FH: Sure he does. Gibson Hayes' Reality. The World Champion's Domain.
YOUR, World Champion's Domain. That alone should let him know the
beating his getting is well deserved.

[Livestock picks AsH up and allows his partner, Gutch to smash down
into his bloody face with his devastating headbutt. He then picks him
up and hits a ring-rattling powerslam.]

CL: ENOUGH! ENOUGH!

FH: It's pronounced "MORE! MORE!" But that's ok, clearly you're just
as amazed as I am about seeing such athleticism displayed before you.

CL: Athleticism? This is a complete beatdown of a man who did nothing
more than stand for what he believes in.

FH: Where is AsH friends now?  Where is Senor Cloak Dos?

CL: You saw what went down earlier ... We don't even know what kind of
mind frame the fan favorite is in.

FH: I love it!

[AsH is back to his feet and Big Bubba lifts him high over his head
before spiking him down with a brainbuster. As he lays prone, Uncle
Frank stands over him... his unsettling smile wide across his crazy
face.]

FH: I think it's time for fun.

CL: NO! UNCLE FRANK'S FUNHOUSE! This is TOTALLY unnecessary and AsH
may very well be UNABLE to make it to Boiling Point!

FH: He's just making sure AsH is ready for the bright future and
better tomorrow.

[Gibson smiles as he leans against the corner, even making small talk
with Todd Johnstone about the weather and their travel plans to get to
Boiling Point. Gibson makes some small comment about making sure they
have Perrier as AsH gets tossed down to his feet, bleeding as he
reaches for Gibson's foot.]

CL: Uncle Frank released his hold and just tossed the broken form of
AsH towards the Champion... what, is he looking for approval?

FH: Don't touch his feet! You're gonna get brain matter and teeth all
of them.

CL: The FIGHT in AsH just will not go away. This is unreal... and
frankly, unsafe.

[AsH actually makes it to his knees and reaches up towards Gibson who
brushes his hand off like a gnat and acts indignant that AsH would
even attempt it. He asks Todd to kick him away, which he happily does.
AsH falls to his back and is met with a THUNDEROUS splash from the
Gutch!]

CL: Oh come ON... don't we pay security out here?

FH: They're enjoying it just as much as I am!

[The crowd, which had been booing, suddenly starts cheering.  Running
down the aisle, each carrying a chair, is Max Weinrib and Salih
Mubarak.  They enter the ring and start swinging the chairs as HOPE
rolls out of the ring, nearly catching Gutch in the head with a
chair.]

CL:  Thank goodness!  HOPE was on the verge of putting AsH out of the
Boiling Point Main Event.

FH:  Damn- I thought that the champs took care of these guys for good.

[With the excitement gone, the fans can see that both Max and Sal
still have some bandages on their heads from the locker room assault.
As Max continues to stand guard and Sal helps AsH to his feet, HOPE
begins retreating.]

CL:  HOPE is retreating!

FH:  It took a couple of guys with chairs to do it.

CL:  But the four on one beatdown was OK?

FH:  It is when HOPE does it.

[AsH pushes Sal and Max away from him, demanding to walk on his own
two feet. He limps and stumbles but is under his own power. The fans
burst out in cheers as he raises a bloody hand up.]

CL: HE'S STILL GOT SOME FIGHT IN HIM!

FH: Yeah, the fight to stand up. Congrats on winning THAT war, AsH.
Jesus, what will it take to drive the point home. You CAN NOT compete
with Gibson Hayes! Don't even try it. Next time they won't be so nice
as to LET you walk away.

CL: Let him? Look at him, he looks like he went through a wood
chipper... and still is finding a way to make it on his own.

[Sal and Max exchange looks and shrug as the Cruiserweight Icon drops
out of the ring and shuffles up the ramp, catching himself on the
guardrail once or twice along the way.]

CL: Alright, let's go to the back where hopefully things have calmed
down a little.

[We cut to backstage where the catering table resides. There is quite
the spread laid out, PVW apparently likes to feed their workers well!
A staffer stops by to grab a bite to eat but doesn't get very far
before..]

*TAP* *TAP* *TAP*

[The staffer is surprised by a hand tapping on his lower back. He
turns around and then..]

Staffer: AGHH!

[He jumps back because he is confronted by a mini version of Masked
Maniac!]

Staffer: Oh my God! Wh-what are you?!

[Mini-Masked Maniac points at the table.]

MMM: Desculpe me, amigo. Yo quiero la comida.

Staffer: Ah... Ah....

Voice: SKREE!

[The staffer jumps again because from his right approaches another
Mini, this one dressed like a monkey!]

El Monito: Stop saying that junk, fool! You're on PVW TV! You want the
food?

[El Monito motions towards the food then walks over and...]

*SHOVE*

Staffer: HEY!

[He pushes the staffer out of the way and grabs a banana off the
spread.]

EM: You just TAKE the food!

MMM: I was trying to be polite and courteous...

Voice: That is why you will not be the first ever All Star Lucha Libre
Mini's Champion at the Boiling Point Pre-show!

[From the other side comes another mini, this one with spiky hair and
is quite handsome! ASLL fans recognize him as Rico Caliente,
especially with his dance onscreen.]

RC: Besides you are not SEXY enough to be the champion.. But I am!

[Rico does some dancing then stops when he sees the food on the
table.]

RC: Oooh! What a sexy spread of food!

EM: SKREEEE! I know! This fool *points towards Mini-Masked Maniac* was
all asking for food in that Spanish junk all of you talk in when he
should've just grabbed stuff and shoved it in his pie hole! SKREEEEE!

[Rico shrugs then does his dance.]

RC: Whatever.. I am getting me some for my sexy self!

[As Rico goes to grab a sandwich another mini appears, this one
dressed in a green luchadore mask and costume. He jabs a finger
towards the handsome unmasked mini.]

Green Mini: If you stuff your mouth like a glutton then you will no
longer be sexy, villain!

[Caliente jumps back which startles the staffer who takes the
opportunity to step away from being in the thick of the minis.]

RC: Well NOW I do not want to eat anything with a little Booger
around!

[Lil' Booger pats Mini-Masked Maniac on the back and they nod at each
other.]

Staffer: Well.. I guess I will just be on my way...

[The staffer tries to back away and out of the scene, no doubt
predicting trouble ahead, but he walks right into...]

Voice: *PANT* *PANT* *PANT* *PANT*

[Fear flashes through the staffer's face, scared to see who he has
walked into. He slowly turns around to look down on a mini wearing a
dirty hockey mask and a dark blue prisoner jumper suit outfit.]

Staffer: Oh... My... God...

Psycho Mini: *PANT* Move *PANT* Out of *PANT* The way or *PANT* Suffer
the blood hunger *PANT* of Slasher *PANT* Gomez! *PANT*

[The Staffer leaps out of the way as Slasher Gomez makes his way to
the catering table and he begins sifting through some of the food,
sending some of it sliding off the table to the floor.]

MMM: Gomez! Watch what you are doing! You will make a mess and ruin
food that people could eat!

SG: *PANT* What? *PANT* You Dare *PANT* tell me what *PANT* to do?
*PANT*

[Gomez gets in Mini-Masked Maniac's face and then something causes
Rico Caliente to freak out!]

RC: DAMNIT! Blegh! Blegh! AIEEEEEEEE!

[From under the catering table another mini comes crawling, this one
dressed like a cockroach including a roach themed luchadore mask. He
crawls over to the food that Slasher Gomez dropped on the floor and
begins eating some of it!]

RC: That does it! There are boogers and roaches, I am SO not eating
here with my sexy self!

[La Cucaracha lifts his head and points at Rico.]

LC: You will not be the first ASLL Mini's champion either if I and my
legions of friends and family worldwide have anything to do about it!

[The staffer shakes his head.]

Staffer: What the heck?! Mini Masked Maniacs.. Monkeys... Boogers..
Psycho killers.. Male strippers... Roaches.... What is going...!

[The Staffer's eyes grow wide as he sees something offscreen.]

Staffer: That's... THAT'S JUST CRUELTY!

[Slowly coming onscreen comes the masked mo-hawked jobber from Mexico
known as Radical Skater. He is pretending to be riding a skateboard.
What is he pretending to ride? His mini, known as Skateboard, on his
hands and knees carrying the full sized light heavyweight grappler on
his back.]

Staffer: That is just wrong!

[Radical Skater jumps off his mini and strikes a pose while Skateboard
collapses on his stomach and catches his breath laying on the floor.]

Staffer: That is so... So wrong..

Voice: Si, senor, it is wrong!

[The staffer is surprised again as a masked mini dressed as a dinosaur
appears.]

Staffer: Now little dinosaurs?!

[Dino Takada nods his head.]

DT: And there is nothing dinosaurs enjoy more than FOOD!

[He charges to the table and tries to leap onto the sandwiches but El
Monito jumps in his way.]

EM: Hold it a moment there.. SKREEE!

DT: What is the problem?

EM: Do not touch the bananas! They are mine! SKREEEE!

[All the minis look at one another and then... THEY SUDDENLY BEGIN
BRAWLING!]

Staffer: AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

[Dino Takada and El Monito get on TOP of the catering table and brawl
while everyone else brawls around it! The staffer looks at Radical
Skater.]

Staffer: Do something man! Stop them! They're going to ruin everyone's
food!

[Radical Skater looks at the staffer, then at the brawling, then he
reaches down and picks up his exhausted mini, Skateboard, lifts him up
and...]

*CRASH*

[He TOSSES Skateboard at Takada & Monito and all three crash THROUGH
the table, completely destroying the catering! The staffer grabs his
head with his hands and looks at the camera..]

Staffer: AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

[He runs off screen as we cut away from the carnage to... The crowd
erupts into a cacophony of boos and jeers as the opening riff of
Nirvana's "Smells Like Teen Spirit" blast through the arena's
speakers.  After several moments, a large figure dressed in a faded
black t-shirt and home made black kilt steps out onto the stage.  A
greying flannel is wrapped around his thick waist, and the heavy black
combat boots on his feet are wrapped in thick strips of peeling silver
duct tape.  His long, greasy black hair falls forward over his face,
and a thick, matted black beard hangs from his jaw. He is flanked on
either side by a bedraggled woman -- a rail thin woman with straight
dirty blonde hair, and a pudgy younger woman with a rat's nest of
black hair.  In his large, dirty hands he holds a home made crown put
together with rusty metal, cans and pieces of glass.  Without so much
as acknowledging the crowd, he begins to walk to the ring, his
bedraggled consort in tow.]

FH: What in the bloody hell did we just see?

CL:  I'm not sure I can even explain that .... Here's one of the men
who is tops in the poll for our main event this evening, The King of
Nothing himself, Nevermind!

FH:  He's not the King of Nothing anymore, remember?  He gave that
title to Chris Hartt!

CL:  I remember him attacking a defenseless Chris Hartt several weeks
ago, if that's what you're referring to, Fred?

FH:  And then, Hartt jumped Nevermind from behind!  So they're even!

[Upon reaching the ring, the two homeless women hold open the ropes
for Nevermind, who steps through them and ignores them totally.  As
the two women enter the ring, Nevermind grabs a cordless microphone
and begins to speak as they fall in beside him.]

NM:  First of all, let me say something to all the people out there
who voted or are voting in this big "Fans make the match" poll.  If
any of you think that your vote matters, you're kidding yourselves.
No matter who you vote for, if the "powers that be" around here decide
they want two particular guys to wrestle, they will.  They'll just
tell you all there was a bunch of last minute votes and you'll believe
it and watch whatever two morons they put out here and like it.

[The crowd boos loudly.]

NM:  And even if they did actually care about your votes, if any of
you people think that piece of crap Detson will actually wrestle
instead of just worm his way out of it like he always does, you're
even more pathetic than I think you are.  Of course, if I am the one
you misguided people are voting for, that doesn't matter either.  If I
decide I don't want to do it, I won't.  So be prepared to be
disappointed.  That's the only thing in this world you can count on,
anyway.

[Another loud wave of boo's echoes through the arena.]

NM: And speaking of disappointment:  Hartt, you say all you ever
wanted was a chance to beat me on your own terms.  Well, that's never
going to happen, Paladin.  You need to just deal with that.  You've
managed to convince yourself that I'm the cause of all your problems,
rather than it being the fact that you've been lying to all these
people and yourself for years.  All I've ever done is show you the
truth about yourself.  I will never wrestle you, Chris.  You will
never get the opportunity to beat me in a wrestling match.  After all,
I have no reason to.  I proved my point.  I've already beaten you in
every wrestling match we've been in.  What's the point in having
another one?  But I'll tell you what Chris, if you _really_ want
another shot at me, I'm willing to give you one.  But not on your
terms.

[Nevermind holds up the crown of garbage in his hand for all to see.]

NM:  A few weeks ago, I generously gave you this crown.  And what did
you do?  Instead of being grateful, you attacked me from behind.  That
was really honorable wasn't it?  But you see, Chris, I had this thing
made just for you, so it seems a shame that you shouldn't wear it.  So
here's what I'm thinking.  Why don't we put this crown on top of a
pole, and the one of us who can beat the other one senseless long
enough to climb up the pole, grab the crown, and put it on the other
one's head wins.  Simple right?  Then we'll know once and for all who
the true "King of Nothing" really is.  Take it or leave it, Chris.  If
you want a piece of me as bad as you claim you do, you should jump at
the chance.  Or is that just another of the lies you've been telling?
This is it, Paladin.  This is my only offer.  You either take it, or
you never mind.

[There's a loud thump as Nevermind lets the mic fall to the mat and
turns to leave.  The two women scurry to the ropes to hold them open
for him and he exits the ring and begins walking up the aisle out of
the arena.]

CL: BIG words by Nevermind ... The challenge has been laid out there
for Boiling Point.  You can bet that Chris Hartt will accept nearly
any kind of match to get Nevermind in the ring finally.

FH: Paladin hear these words of wisdom ... Becareful what you wish
for.


* DAAAAAAAA *

* DUN DUN DUNNNNN *

(The opening rift of Master Of Puppets by Metallica begins to blast
through the arena.)

HD: Introducing to the ring from Chicago, Illinois!  Weighing in at a
combine weight of 577 pounds.  Doom and Wolf ... THE BERSERKERS!

(The two menacing warriors from Chicago emerge from the backstage
area.  Dressed on black and red pants the power and glory face painted
tag team specialized in intimidation stand soaking up the roaring
guitar.  On the left is the 6'3" / 275 pound, Wolf.  He stands a bit
more slender with the face paint of a wolf across his face.  On the
right is the 6'2" / 302 pound, Doom.  He is only an inch smaller than
his partner but his body frame is one of a bull.  With exploding bombs
painted across his face the two warriors begin storming towards the
ring ready for battle.)

CL: And here comes the Berserkers!

FH: Two big mouth's that better watch it or they are going to get
those words smacked right out of them.

CL: Fred ... are you looking at the size of these two men?  Who is
going to "smack the words" out of them?

FH: They aren't as big as the Gutch ...  And the Biz is about to come
out here tonight and lead his team to victory.

CL: Well one of those statements are true ... We will find out if the
Biz can lead his team to victory tonight.

["Schism" by Tool blasts over the PA as the fans go crazy and from the
back steps the Chi-Town Beast, Sinister.]

HD: Wrestling out of Chicago, Illinois ... He is known as the Chi-Town
Beast ... Big Daddy Sin ... SINISTER!!!

[Adorn in his usual wrestling gear, the big man from Chicago raises
the soul pole as the crowd welcomes the PVW locker room leader.  The
6'11, 300 pound veteran makes his way down the aisle way stopping to
give back to the fans only momentarily then heads up the ring steps
and enters the ring.]

CL: And there stands one of the most popular men in all of the PVW.
Sinister has stood tall taking anyone and everyone in the PVW.
Tonight he continues to teach the Biz some respect.

FH: The Biz doesn't need a lesson in respect ... He is seen as a
leader in his own right.  Just look how Devin has taken to him.

CL: Gifts have won over Devin ... Sinister has brought friendship and
tutorage to guys like AsH, Senor Cloak Dos, and Tommy Ryder in the
past.  He is somebody everyone of us can look up to.

FH: Does he have one of these?

[Fred raises his "Announcer of the Year" trophy in the air.]

FH: I didn't think so.

HD: And their opponents ...

[The lights go out and spotlights shine on the top of the stage as "I
Will Be Heard" by Hatebreed begins to play plays over the PA system.]

##
Now is the time for me to rise to my feet
Wipe your spit from my face
Wipe these tears from my eyes
##

[The fans begin to boo as they await the arrival of the most hated man
in professional wrestling.]

##
Now is the time for me to rise to my feet
Wipe your spit from my face
Wipe these tears from my eyes
##

[Out walks from behind the backstage curtains The Biz, Mike Bisignano
wearing a plain black hoodie, a pair of black fighter shorts, black
fighting gloves, black kickpads, and black wrestling boots. The hood
is pulled over his head hiding his face as he just stands at the top
of the entrance ramp. He is joined by JDM Superstar and Devin
Houlihan.]

FH: The Biz has united his team for the match here tonight.

CL: And look at Sinister and the Berserkers inside the ring they don't
look impressed at all.

##
I've got to take my life back
One chance to make it right
I've gotta have my voice be heard
And bring meaning to this life
##

['The Biz' begins to walk down the aisle to the ring and refuses to
even acknowledge the fans as he heads to the ring. JDM and Devin jaw
jacks at the fans as they boo the trio.]

##
Cause I've trusted for nothing
I've been led astray
I've been tried and tested
But I won't accept defeat
Now I've done things I regret
And its time to reverse the rules
I just want to make good on
All the promises that I have made

I will be
##

CL: Tonight is going to be a huge challenge for all six men as they
prepare for Boiling Point.

FH: JDM and the Biz will show Devin what it's like to have a loyal
partner.

[The Biz stops in mid aisle and stares at the ring. He pulls the hood
off his head and looks around at the crowd. A snarky smirk grows on
his face as he continues moving forward towards the ringside area.]

##
I will be...I will be heard
I will be...I will be heard

Now is the time for me to rise to my feet (I will be heard)
Wipe your spit from my face
Wipe these tears from my eyes (I will be heard)
##

[Once he reaches the ringside area, 'The Biz' proceeds to remove his
hoodie and is joined by JDM and Devin.]

##
Through the worst we prevail
So our voices will be heard
Through the worst we prevail
So our voices will be heard
Through the worst we prevail
So our voices will be heard
Through the worst we prevail
So our voices will be
##

[The music fades out ..]


=========================================

PVW - HEATWAVE - SIX MAN ACTION
The Berserkers & Sinister v.
JDM Superstar, Devin, & The Biz

=========================================


*DING*DING*DING*


CL: Six man brawl erupts!

FH: Biz doesn't play by the rules ... He wants to teach Sinister a
lesson and anyone else that runs with him.

[Devin backs Doom up against one set of ropes while Wolf backs JDM
Superstar against another set and Sinister backs The Biz up against
another set. Sinister delivers a clothesline to The Biz over the top
while Wolf delivers a dropkick to the back of the head of JDM
Superstar, sending him over the top to the outside. Devin charges at
Doom but Doom delivers a back body drop to the Renegade over the top
rope to the outside as well. Wolf, Doom and Sinister all fire up the
crowd.]

CL: The Chicago connection just sent the Biz and his band to the
outside as the crowd are on their feet.  They love Big Daddy Sin!  The
Biz is not happy as JDM is trying to calm Devin down.

FH: The Biz is the star in this ring.  He needs to get in there and
take control.

[The Berserkers step to the outside leaving Sinister to start the
match off and JDM Superstar dives under the ring officially starting
the match.  As JDM slides in the ring, Big Daddy Sin wastes no time
taking him right back down with a lariat clothesline.]

FH: Just like Sinister to sneak attack JDM.  I have never trusted that
guy!

CL: The Biz and Devin now up on the ring apron as Sinister pulls JDM
Superstar to his feet and whips him into the corner.

[Sinister charges but JDM grabs onto the top rope and throws his feet
up in the air, hitting the Chi-Town beast by surprise.  Sinister
stumbles backwards and JDM drops down and takes his legs out from
underneath him with a low clip.]

FH: JDM takes Sinister down.  And what were you saying about Sinister,
Chip?

CL: The Berserkers cheering on their partner as JDM challenges
Sinister to get up and fight.

[As Big Daddy Sin makes it to his feet, JDM Superstar charges. JDM
leaps towards the Chi-Town Beast but Sinister catches him and rests
JDM back-first across the mat.]

CL: Sinister now hooking the legs of JDM and Catapults him into the
turnbuckles!

THUUUUD!

[The crowd roars as Sinister tags out to Wolf who comes in and nails
JDM with a big vertical suplex and then drops him down on the mat and
hooks the leg for our first cover.]




!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




CL: No!  JDM kicks out.

FH: Biz almost had a heart attack on the side on the apron.  JDM
better get his act together or the Biz may get in there and slap him
around.

[Wolf pulls JDM Superstar up and goes for a whip off the ropes but
JDM reverses. Wolf goes to bounce off the ropes but Devin Houlihan
low-bridges him and out of the ring he flies.]

FH: Devin taking things in his own hands!

CL: The referee has seen Devin's antics and is arguing with the
referee now.

[Devin is keeping the referee's view on him and off of the Berserker,
Wolf.  This allows the Biz to approach Wolf and begin putting the
boots to him.]

CL: Oh come on!  Look at Doom is about ready to explode!

FH: Come on over and get some Doom!

[JDM now steps out on the ring apron and leaps off with a double
axehandle as Wolf attempts to weather the storm and push himself to
his feet.  The referee turns his attention back to JDM rolling Wolf
back into the ring and making the cover.]




!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




CL: No, Doom is inside the ring and kicks JDM right across the back to
break up the pinfall.

FH: Get that roid head out of the ring.

[But, Doom is still hot from earlier and he yanks JDM right to his
feet and backs him up with a series of right hands. Doom whips JDM off
and catches him with a big powerslam!]

THUUUUUUUUD!

CL: Doom isn't waiting and the referee is right there stopping Doom
from doing anymore damage.

FH: Doom is part of a tag team he knows the rules.

[While, Doom is being pushed back ... Devin rushes in and kicks Wolf
into the side of his head and drops down and begins pounding on him
with hard closed fists.  The Biz glares at JDM and scoots over waiting
for his chance to get inside the ring.]

CL: The Biz doesn't seemed that pleased with his team yet.

FH: The Biz leads by example ... He is a true leader.


[Devin mocks Doom as he turns to kick Wolf again ... but the fans roar
as the painted Berserker has raised to his feet and he growls towards
the Renegade.]

CL: Wolf is up and he doesn't look happy!

FH: Devin can handle himself ... no worries!

[The two lock up in a collar-elbow tie-up but Devin locks in a side
headlock after a momentary struggle. Wolf being the bigger man  Lynn
steps in front of Young and shoves him, tripping him onto the mat.
Wolf hits Devin Houlihan with a double axe handle to the back, then
pounds away at the back of his head with right hands.]

CL: Wolf pulls Devin back up to his feet back in the ring and backs
him into the ropes with a few right hands.

[Wolf goes to whip Devin off the ropes but Devin reverses. Devin
Houlihan goes for a hip toss but Wolf blocks it and counters with a
neckbreaker.]

CL: Wolf hooks the leg!




!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




FH: Devin sends a message with that kick out.  Wolf better watch it
... Devin doesn't look happy.

CL: I don't think Wolf is worried.

[Wolf pulls Devin to his feet and goes to set up for a suplex, but
Devin blocks it and takes Wolf up and over with a snap suplex of his
own.]

FH: And Devin reverses it!  That's what a force of nature does, Chip!

CL: And Devin isn't even looking towards his corner he drops down with
hard clubbing forearms.

FH: Keep that maniac down!  That's what I call a Boom-Boom-Boom, Chip!

[Devin now mounting the back of Wolf ... he faces the corner of Doom
and Sinister and drives crossface shots screaming - BOOM ... BOOM ...
BOOM!]

FH: SEE!

CL: I can see that Devin is on your wave length.

[Devin hops off and hits the ropes and drives a knee in the mid-back
of Wolf.  Doom snarls and tries to reach through and tag his partner,
but Devin grabs a hold of the painted head and pulls him backwards
just out of reach ... then steps over and kicks the palm of Doom out
of the way.  Doom tries to jump through, but the referee is right
there to stop the Berserker this time.]

CL: Doom wants to get in there so bad with Devin ... And Devin is
choking Wolf!

FH: Teaching that woman beater a lesson!

CL: You are calling the Berserkers a woman beater with Devin inside
the right?  Really!?!

FH: Why are you bringing up old news, Chip.

CL: ...

[Devin lets go much to the approval of JDM on the outside.  The Biz
just glares at the center of the ring.  Devin lifts Wolf up and drops
him hard with a double arm DDT.  Then rolls over and hooks the leg.]




!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




CL: Wolf kicks out.  Devin now calling for JDM to lift his boot up and
he grabs a hold of Wolf and charges him forward right into JDM's boot.
Wolf now dazed stumbling backwards ... Devin charges and leaps into a
headscissors ...

[Wolf catches him and counters it into a sit-out powerbomb as he fires
the crowed back up.]

THUUUUUUD!

CL: Wolf with a counter!

FH: He is still too out of it to turn and make the tag.

[Wolf and Devin both lay on the mat.  Wolf turns and reaches towards
his partner.  He pushes himself forward and Devin is back up ... he
looks at his partners then back and Wolf.  He hurries over and grabs
Wolf's foot knowing if he made the tag then it would be too late, Wolf
turns and kicks him backwards and makes the tag to Doom!]

CL: HOT TAG AND HERE COMES DOOM ... CLOTHESLINE AND DOWN GOES DEVIN!
JDM IS IN THE RING AND, DOOM SCOOPS HIM UP AND SLAMS HIM HARD TO THE
MAT!

FH: There was no tag ... Come on ref!

[Devin is back up and Doom lifts him up with a bench press slam, but
Biz is inside the ring and takes Doom down unexpectedly from behind
with a chop block as the fans boo loudly.  Devin falls off and Biz
drags him to his corner and tags himself in.]

FH: What a leader.  Looking out for his team right there.

CL: Biz looks out for only one person ... and that's the Biz.

[Sinister begins to push his way into the ring, but the referee is now
trying to get control as JDM and Devin have rolled to the outside.
The Biz springboards off the ropes and legdrops over the back of
Doom's head driving it into the mat.  He then hops back on his feet
and springboards again into a moonsault across Doom's back.]

FH: The Biz putting on a show!

CL: The Biz now begins a series of knee shots to the back of Doom's
head!

FH: He is testing the Berserkers to find out just how tough these two
are.

CL: Nobody in the PVW has really taken it to the Berserkers yet like
tonight.

FH: Welcome to the PVW!

[The Biz knees Doom again in the back... Then pulls the big man back
on arm and leg into the bow and arrow submission move.]

CL: The Biz is trying to wear down Doom and send a message to
Sinister.

FH: After tonight you can just call the Biz ... The Chicago killer!

[Wolf and Sinister cheer their partner on as the Biz holds Doom there
nodding his head telling the Berserker to give up.  The fans rally
behind Sinister and Wolf who are clapping and driving more support for
their partner.]

CL: The fans getting behind Doom and he is starting to shake and power
out ...

FH: The whole state of California can get behind Doom, but it's not
going to bring him up to the Biz's level.

[Before, Doom can break out ... The Biz drops the hold and grabs with
his thumbs and rakes down the eyes of Doom slowing down the comeback.
The Biz is back on his feet and forces Doom back up into a kneeling
position and grips him in an inverted facelock, but then stands on the
backs of Doom's calves and pulls up with everything he's got.]

CL: Bow and Arrow ... now into a Dragon Hook!

FH: The Biz is looking right at Sinister.  I think the message is
clear he is showing Sinister what is going to happen at Boiling Point.

[Sinister and Wolf again rally behind their partner who has been on
the opposite end of The Biz's domination on Doom.   The referee kneels
down asking Doom if he gives up ...  "GET OUT OF MY FACE!!!"   And the
fans roar at Doom's response!]

CL: There is no way Doom is going to submit here tonight.

FH: And Biz let's go of the face lock ... DRIVES ELBOWS INTO THE SIDE
OF DOOM'S HEAD.  That's how the Biz roll's!

THUD!

THUD!

THUD!

THUD!

[Doom falls back down to the mat.  Mike Bisignano leaps into a
standing moonsault and makes the cover.]




!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




!!! THREE !!!




[KICK OUT POP!!!]


CL: DOOM SHOOTS A SHOULDER UP JUST KICKING OUT!

FH: That was a three count right there!  And the look on Biz's face
says he agrees!

[The Biz heads towards his corner and looks to be heading up the
turnbuckles.  JDM excitedly tags himself in ... He steps in as, The
Biz leaps off with a side kick that connects right in the chops as
Doom reaches his feet.  The Biz hooks the leg again, but JDM is now
the open man.]

CL: The Biz didn't know JDM tagged himself in ... and he doesn't look
happy at all.

FH: All good.  JDM has this!

[JDM apologies .. then punts Doom as he was reaching his feet.  JDM
points to Doom telling Biz to set up for a double team, but The Biz
drops to his  back and rolls to the outside.]

CL: The Biz was dominating Doom inside the ring ... You can tell he
was looking to finish things there.

FH: Just a small miscommunication.

[Devin tries to calm the Biz down on the outside ... JDM pulls Doom up
and drives him backwards into the corner with forearm shots.  He looks
to send him across with an Irish whip ... Doom reverses it!   JDM
bounces out and Doom catches him with a big ring shaking twisting
powerslam.]

THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD!

[HUGE BOOM, BOOM, BOOM CHANT!]

CL: DOOM COUNTERS ... But, he can't make the cover as he rolls to his
back.

FH: JDM get up ... Tag Devin ... Tag Biz!

CL: Both men begin to stir ...  SINISTER REACHING ...

TAP!

[SIN DADDY TIME POP!]

[And JDM isn't as fortunate ... Sinister drops him hard with a
clothesline.  JDM some how flops back to his feet and Sinister sends
JDM into the corner... Sinister first kicks one knee, then the other,
then the midsection and then the forehead of JDM while standing on one
leg. After completing the sequence, Sinister slowly lowers his
extended leg down in a half-circle motion then stand on both feet.]

CL: Chamber Kick of Agony!

FH: Okay maybe JDM should have let the Biz finish Doom off after all.
You know what they say about hindsight, Chip ...

CL: We can't say it on live TV.

FH: It's a Senor Cloak Dos!

CL: *Sigh*

[OOC Note: Play off - Hindsight is a bitch not 20/20 saying!]

[JDM stumbles out groggy, Sinister then circles around JDM so he is
facing his back. Sinister then unloads with a vicious strike with a
double-palm to the kidney area, then a double-palm to the ribs. He
follows that with one heavy palm strike to the back of JDM's neck.]

CRAAAAAACK!

CL: Sinister just unloaded with Palms of Malice!  And JDM is in a
_world_ of hurt!

FH: This is turning ugly.  JDM is going to be pissing blood!

CL: Sinister is now pulling JDM up ... He is setting up for the Chi-
Town Massacre ....  JDM IS UP!

THUUUUUUUUUUUUUD!

[HELL YEAH POP!]




!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




... DEVIN IS CUT OFF BY THE BERSERKERS!




!!! THREE !!!




[Doom has Devin up in a bench press position except Devin's face is
looking towards the lights.  Wolf sits on the top ropes and leaps off
with a leg drop smashing down on Devin and off Doom's hands to the
mat.]

CL: AND THE BERSERKERS ADD INSULT TO DEVIN WITH A GATES OF HADES!

FH: This has turned into a disaster ... Biz do something!

CL: Biz is staying smart he just looks on with a menacing stare.

HD: The winners of the match .... SINISTER and THE BERSERKERS!

[The Chicago connection all stand in the center of the ring and over
the two men totally knocked out.  Sinister looks across at the Biz who
stares back.  The two men trade a few words as The Berserkers stand
side by side with the PVW locker room leader.]

CL: Sinister and the Biz really want to settle this.

FH: The Biz was willing too, until JDM decided to get into the match.

CL: You were all for the tag until now.

FH: Biz knew what he was doing.  Let the veteran take control.

[Sinister and the Berserkers head out of the ring with their hands
raised slapping hands with the San Francisco crowd ... The Biz has
joined his partners in the ring who are just _sort_ of getting to
their feet.  Devin has rolled to the outside and dropped down to his
knee trying to regain focus.]

CL: Biz still doesn't look happy at all.

[The Biz begins to argue with his team mates ... He turns to Devin
shouting that this was a worthless display ... Then back to JDM who
isn't even really listening yet, that he had this ...  and that he
screwed up.  Then out of no where he drops JDM with a big right hand,
putting him off-guard.]

CL: BIZ JUST DROPPED JDM WITH A RIGHT HAND!

FH: Whoa ... You don't piss off the Biz!  Next thing you know JDM or
Devin may get shot!

CL: ...  What is he doing now?  He is yanking up JDM ...

FH: Devin is getting the hell out of dodge ... Probably a smart idea!

[The Biz has JDM up in an uranage and drops him into Jumping
Skullbreaker!]

THUUUUUUUUUUUUD!

CL: Bizness End!  And The Biz just sent a statement that this
is probably the end of the alliance between Biz & JDM/Devin.

FH: The Biz is a lone wolf again ... And that spells trouble for one
man at Boiling Point.

CL: The Biz is headed to the back and he has left JDM inside the ring
and Devin has high tailed it out of here.  Let's cut to the back as
the officials clear the ring as we prepare for our Main Event.

[The camera fades in to see Max Weinrib and Salih Mubarak.  Both still
have bandages on their faces, and both are still carrying chairs.  Sal
has the microphone.]

Sal:  I would like nothing more than to make a joke about hospital
food, or how Max struck out with the nurse.  But you know something?

[Sal holds up the chair to the camera.]

Sal:  This hurts like hell when it smashes your skull.  Livestock and
the Gutch weren't there to "send a message" last week.  They were
trying to injure us and put us out of the sport.

Max:  What you guys forget is this- forget the jokes, forget the
goofiness.  Sal and I grew up in wrestling.  Our dads wrestled for
years.  We know what it takes to win.  We've already beaten you
before, Livestock and the Gutch.  You know it.  That's why you tried
to take us out.

Sal:  And we also know what we need to do to make sure that won't
happen again.  You see, PVW asked if there was something they could do
to make sure that there won't be a repeat of last week.

Max:  Two on two, we can beat Livestock and the Gutch.  But they have
Johnstone, they have Bubba.

Sal:  At Boiling Point, you won't have the jump on us.  And now, you
won't have Bubba or Johnstone to lean on, either.

Max:  At Boiling Point, you're meeting us- inside a 15 foot high STEEL
CAGE.

[Sal and Max both throw the chairs to the ground, with a loud CRACK
filling the air.  As it subsides.]

Max:  See you at Boiling Point.

[Max and Sal walk off as the camera fades back to the ring ... Without
fanfare a massive figure lumbers from the back, leading a smaller
shape by what looks at first to be a leash.]

CL: What is that?  There's no spotlight...

FH: I just saw green!  It's Craven!

CL: Are you sure?

FH: Who else is green?  Looks like he's leading a dog?

[Stepping into the light, it is indeed William Craven and he leads a
woman, hands cuffed behind her back, by a chain and towards the ring.]

CL: Yllana Cole!  William Craven has Rob Cole's wife in chains!

FH: I was right, it is a dog!

CL: Fred, this is serious!  Yllana ambushed and physically assaulted
William Craven, one of the most dangerous and unpredictable men on the
planet, a month ago and now it looks like Craven is finally getting
his receipt.

[Reaching the ringside area, Bill roughly snatches the microphone away
from the seated Herk Douglas and shoves "The Voice" onto the floor
just for fun.  Flinging Herk's folding chair into the ring before
indicating that Yllana should climb the ring steps.]

CL: This is horrible.  You can tell that Yllana's been crying.

FH: Finally, Craven/Cole three!  This time it's intergender.  I think
this might be the hardest fought match yet, Chip.

CL: Yllana Cole's life might be in danger Fred!  How can you be so
flippant?

FH: She struck the first blow Chip.  If she's so vulnerable then why
the hell did she jump in the ring with Craven in the first place?

CL: I'm not sure.  Frustration?  Craven wasn't going away...

[Sobbing "no" time and again, Yllana kicks at Bill as he gets close to
her.  The stone-like green beast takes a step back from her but
doesn't release her chain.  Putting the stolen microphone to his
chapped lips Craven looks down at Yllana and growls.]

WC: I wanted to whisper into your ear, to comfort you in this time of
stress but if I cannot use subtlety, cannot spare you the
embarrassment of saying this aloud then let me make myself completely
clear.  You will climb those steps or I will hurl you into this ring.

[Moving his head in order to maintain eye contact, Craven's face goes
from tense to contorted as he becomes frustrated with his hostage.]

WC: Those are your _only_ options.

[The capacity crowd, to this point mostly shocked into silence, builds
steadily towards a condemning din of heel heat.]

WC: QUIET!  This was started in public and I will end it in the same
way.  Much as Daniels and Detson want to make the PVW a democracy only
_my_ opinion matters in this.  Now, Yllana ... move...

[Looking back up the aisle, Yllana looks for her husband, calling out
one time "Rob!" as she climbs the ringsteps.  Bill releases the chain
only then and regains it after quickly rolling into the ring.]

WC: First, an apology to little Bobby Cole.  You are now the only
innocent involved in this scenario and I hold you blameless.  I grant
you the mercy of a warning, child; wherever you are, look away now.  I
do hope, Yllana, that your boy isn't alone in the back somewhere,
unattended.  Do you remember when first I found him?  You'd lost him
... he was all alone.  No thanks did you have for the man who returned
your boy to you.  No empathy.  Why?  Is it the way I look?

[Beat.  Yllana looks up at Craven one time before averting her eyes.
Bill grits his teeth, clearly offended.]

WC: On your knees.

[Security, previously just holding back the crowd, begins to filter
out of their positions and surround the ringside area.  In a few
places fans jump the guardrail, preventing the security force from
interfering as the crowd situation quickly gets out of control.
Pausing, looking around himself at the trouble he's causing Bill gives
a shark-toothed grin; flicking his split tongues out of his mouth.
Looking down at Yllana, Bill aims his palm at the mat and slowly
lowers it, indicating again that Yllana should kneel.  She does so,
hesitantly.]

CL: Oh no, this isn't good.  We're reaching riot-level tension in the
arena and Craven is just getting started.

WC: You struck me down, Yllana, blindsided me with my own weapon.

[Quickly Bill sets up his stolen steel chair, facing Yllana, facing
the entrance aisle.  Pulling aside his sleeveless vinyl ring robe
Craven withdraws his signature weapon; the bo-ken.]

WC: This weapon.  It has been an extension of myself and my stamp upon
the wrestling world since 1995.  I've broken dozens.  The broken stump
has been thrust into the flesh of a man on a few occasions.  Never a
woman...

[Eyes fixated on the edged, laquered piece of hardwood Yllana swallows
hard, a sense of helplessness clearly washing over her.]

WC: But I digress.  There is a point to be made here.  Yllana, using
this against me is like removing my own arm ... and clubbing me with
the shoulder joint.  Don't get me wrong, I found the act rather
endearing at the first--look at me--but over time, as more and more
of--I said LOOK!  AT!  ME!!!

[His fury bubbling out of him, Bill causes Yllana not to look at him,
but to flinch, falling forward onto one shoulder.  Rocking forward in
his chair, Bill helps her back to a kneeling position and fixes his
red-rimmed, ice-blue eyes upon her.  She looks almost immediately
hypnotized by them.]

WC: What you did ... was mock me.  So beautiful a tigress, a warrior,
superior in every way to the man you've inexplicably chosen ...
deserving a true warrior to walk alongside you throughout this world.
Sadly, you've chosen to make yourself my enemy and, if ever I am to
ascend the throne ... my enemies, all of them, must first be
vanquished.

[Her eyes slowly becoming defiant as Craven speaks, Yllana says
something that cannot be heard.]

WC: I'm sorry dear?  Is there something that you wish to say?  Some
wisdom to impart?

[Yllana's glare deepens as Craven extends the microphone towards her.]

YC: I said that you threatened my family!  What did you think would
happen?

WC: Hrm?  What's this?  Oh, it looks like we're doing an interview
now.  Why not?  Why not have an interview, you and I, since poor Dean
Hayes has been given the grand haunting by friend Spectre?  What did I
think would happen?

[Craven lurches forward to one knee, thumping the "blade" of his
wooden sword on the mat next to Yllana.  She braces, thinking that the
end is here, but Bill simply gets nose to nose with her.]

WC: I thought that your husband would finally settle the matter
between us and that his woman would stand to the side, understanding
that it was a quarrel between men!  Did you think you were doing
Robert a favor?  Oh, don't get me wrong, all I've said thusfar I
meant, Yllana; you are beautiful, you are better than your husband and
once your union with Robert finally crumbles I would still welcome you
into my bed.  Unfortunately all you did when you struck me down was to
incur my wrath and _emasculate_ your pitiful husband!

[Sliding into the ring, a referee is intercepted by Craven who catches
him by the collar with his microphone hand.]

*THUMP*

[That was the mic hitting the mat.  Pressing foreheads with the ref
Craven just screams, his voice heard over the din in the arena in
spite of him no longer having a microphone.]

WC: I'M!!!

[The ref thrashes, bug-eyed--]

WC: NOT!!!

[--then goes still--]

WC: DONE!!!

[--finally falling to the mat, stricken, in shock from fear.]

FH: Holy crap, did he piss his pants?

CL: Fred, please!

FH: I think he did!  Look, look, his pants are black so it's hard to
tell but I think he did!

[Bending to grab the mic Bill settles back into his chair, sinister
sarcasm marking his gravel-spit voice.]

WC: My apologies, dearest heart, for the interruption.  So many
distractions tonight.  Isn't it sad how rude people are in our society
these days?  Now ... my point.  Before we proceed I just want you to
understand, to admit, now that you've had time to reflect that you
have made a horrible ... _horrible_ mistake.  Can you see that now?
Can you?

YC: You threaten--

WC: WORDS!  Those were words!  When words are answered by actions that
is called escalation!  When escalation occurs you must assume that
Einstein's principles remain intact; an object in motion tends to
remain in motion and SO we have a continuous escalation with a sheer
drop at the summit!  How far can you fall and remain intact, Yllana?

There is something you must know about me by now, a piece of history
that is common knowledge; I've never hurt a woman.  My mother was my
world growing up.  How could I?  So ... from 1995 to 2011 William
Craven, the wrestler, never struck a woman.  Not once.  Do you know
why that is, Yllana?

[Slowly, nearly petrified, Yllana shakes her head no.]

WC: Because none of them ever gave me _just cause_.  None of them ever
proved to be a threat.  Are you a threat, Yllana?

[More head shaking.]

WC: Oh, of course not now, chained on the mat, but what about when you
are released from my custody Yllana?  What then?

[A pleading look from Yllana degrades rapidly as her eyes dart in
every direction then down to the mat.]

WC: Ah, so you do understand ... I cannot trust you.  And so...

[Standing, Craven kicks the chair backwards and it tumbles, closes,
and slides completely under the ropes to the floor.  Assuming a kendo
fighting stance, one foot in front of the other, arms tight to his
sides, two-handed grip, Bill looks ready to, literally, execute the
wife of his rival as the crowd goes absolutely wild.  The security
force strains against the riotous fans try to intervene themselves
when, suddenly, "Ratamahatta" by Sepultura hits the PA.  The fans lose
their minds, cheering madly, but no one steps out immediately.  Bill
looks up, expectantly, then glares back down at Yllana.]

CL: That's Rob Cole's music but where's Rob Cole?

FH: He's scared, Chip.  Scared of William Craven all over again!  He
realizes he's made a horrible mistake too.

[Finally Rob appears in the aisle, limping down toward the ring with a
fury in his eyes, seemingly hobbled from the assault earlier in the
night.  He stops as Craven touches the bo-ken to the top of Yllana's
head, stopping in his tracks as Craven snarls.  Yllana begins to curse
the big man, her confidence seemingly restored by her husband's
arrival.  Craven ignores her to watch the wrath on Robs features twist
his gut.  Cole holds a microphone in one hand...]

RC: Let her go!  Stop it ... let her go!  It's me you want...  Take me
instead.  Just let her go...  I'm begging you, Bill!  Please?!?!!

[Cole's pleas give Craven pause. He looks down at the tear-streaked
face of Yllana Cole and takes a step back, relaxing his posture.
Tapping the mat with his wooden sword, Bill stares down at his would-
be victim and speaks into his own mic.]

WC: That was the plan originally, wasn't it Robert?  Wasn't it just
you and I in the beginning?  Somehow this has become a family affair.
My brother, a former professional wrestler now executive could have
been invoked, but wasn't.  I remained solitary.  Now ... I have been
wronged by your woman and, no matter how enjoyable the act when she
touched me, bound me so lovingly ... as a matter of principal I cannot
let it pass.

hat being said ... someone else could stand in her stead or, rather
... kneel...

[Bill drops the mic for a third time tonight.  Reaching into his ring
robe he tosses a second pair of cuffs down and out of the ring,
grabbing up the chain he used to lead Yllana so as to prevent any
treachery.

Cole doesn't move for a moment ... finally he nods, agreeing to
Craven's terms and continues to walk down the aisle.  Snatching up the
cuffs he steps between the ropes, watching Craven as the big man backs
up a step ... allowing Cole to tend to Yllana.  He whispers into her
ear and Craven suddenly launches forward, but stops as Cole suddenly
holds up one hand ... and cuffs it.

He drops to his knees and pulls his arms behind his back as Yllana
quickly rolls out of the ring and runs her hands through her hair.
She's in tears as she begins to walk back up the aisle ... leaving Rob
in her place.  Having released her chain, Bill grabs up his mic yet
again.]

WC: Yes Yllana, go to the back, comfort your child.  I'm sure he's
worried about you.  Now ... Robert, how have you been?  How long has
it been?

[Cole lowers his gaze, refusing to meet Cravens' stare ... he just
stares down at the mat, hands cuffed behind him.]

WC: No witty dialogue from the debate team captain?  Very well.  I'll
speak.  I'm enjoying speaking tonight.

You know, we haven't really said what our "rubber match" will be at
Boiling Point.  You seemed to think the very idea was funny.  I,
however, have put much _serious_ thought into it.

[Craven circles him ... tapping the linked wrists with his bo-ken
before walking around to the front again, leveling the sword at Coles'
face.]

WC: Meatgrinder?  I don't think the executives would agree to another
after the platform fell in the first.  Ladder match?  Too bland.  No
holds barred?  Generic.  Hardcore?  What's the point?  So the match
can end anywhere.  Big deal.  THEN ... then I remembered something; do
you know what I remembered?  I remembered the match that made Rob Cole
what he is today; the unofficial king of PVW.  Do you remember,
Robert?

[Cole swallows, still refusing to meet Craven's gaze. As the list of
stipulations run through, Cole shows no reaction...]

WC: Really?  Nothing.  This ... is a very easy one, Robert.  What
started your rapid ascent into this neo-godhood you now enjoy?  What
made everything you did seem more epic?  What match _made_ Rob Cole in
PVW?

[At the hints, Cole finally lifts his gaze... eyes wide as realization
dawns on him. He shakes his head slightly and Cravens' eyes light up
as he leans down, holding the microphone so that Cole can finish his
thoughts... ]

RC: You want... you want "Barbed Wire Hell".

*HUGE SICK POP!!!!*

[Grinning down at his helpless adversary, Bill withdraws from the
interior of his ring robe a length of barbed wire, still coiled from
the manufacturer.  Holding it high he lets the fans soak in the
implications and they get louder and louder as they realize that
Craven is still not done.]

WC: Finally you see!

[Wrapping the bo-ken in the wire, Bill lowers it to Cole's eye level
and the Outcast braces for the beating that is sure to follow.  Bill
postures to strike once more and, again, as before, strikes the mat
instead.  Dropping down, he grabs Cole by the hair and forces eye
contact.]

WC: You offer yourself up for execution!  You see your role as
sacrifice but what you fail to see is that you yourself will not only
place your neck upon the guillotine but you who will cut the cord to
let the blade plummet!  But not now ... now you need only agree, Cole.
What is your answer, would-be monster?

[Cole lowers his gaze again, features pale with anger and disgust.  He
pauses a moment and then ... regretfully ... nods his head!  The crowd
roars in reaction!  Letting go of Cole's head, Craven grabs up his bo-
ken again and stands, arms outstretched in exultation.]

WC: Heh, aheh, the pact is made, the door is locked, your fate ... is
sealed.  My destiny draws near!

[Holding the microphone in his teeth, Craven unwraps his bo-ken and
wraps the wire around his own head.  Blood begins to flow.]

WC: When PVW reaches it's Boiling Point and the gates to Barbwire Hell
swing wide at last my path to the crown and throne will be opened!
It.  Gets.  Worse...

[Throwing his arms out to his sides, Craven laughs maniacally and
falls to his knees.  Cut to a different angle where Bill can be seen
to loom over the still-bound Rob Cole, blood pouring down over his
face and chest.  Fade to black on this strange scene of bondage and
crucifixion.  Cut to Boiling Point Promo that fades to black and
Remember the Name by Fort Minor begins to play.]

V/O: Tempers have flared ...

[The image of Rob Cole's face fills the screen and is slowly replaced
by a smiling William Craven with blood trickling down his face.]

V/O: Championships have been stolen ...

[Craven fades into black and is replaced by Johnny Detson looking
stunned as Pete Hernandez holds the Supreme title high into the air
with one hand and raises the imaginary arm of Jack Griffin with the
other as Danny Daniels celebrates on the outside.]

V/O: Attitudes have changed ...

[The face of Perry Fontana fills the screen and it slowly fades to
show a still shot of Fontana on the receiving end of a chair meant for
Herscher von Donkerhardt who he is protecting.]

V/O: Opportunities have been earned ...

[Max and Sal stand in the ring staring at Livestock Zappa and The
Gutch who hold the PVW Tag Team Titles high into the air.]

V/O: We fight for tradition ... glory ... a chance for a name to be
remembered.  Stay tuned as PVW reaches a Boiling Point!

[The Boiling Point logo fills the screen, as Remember the Name slowly
fades so does the logo ... The camera cuts back to Chip Lester and
Fred Hoyle.]

CL: Folks, what a night and Boiling Point is all but on paper ...
Things just continue to get better and bater ... We just have one
final match.  The Fans Match!

FH: Who's brain child was the Fans Match anyways?

CL: It was a nice gesture by the PVW match making committee ...  The
Voting has been closed and let's find out who will be wrestling in
tonight's MAIN EVENT!

[Cut to the center of the ring where the voice of the PVW, Herk
Douglas stands ready to announce the fans choice for the Main Event.]

HD:  Ladies and gentlemen it's time for the main event ...

[The announcement is cut off by the sounds of "Hail to the Chief"
which immediately brings a negative reaction to the crowd.  Out from
the back saunters Johnny Detson dressed to wrestle in his long gold
tights and black boots with the Presidential seal on each one.
Smiling from ear to ear he raises the microphone he has with him up to
speak.]

FH: It's our President!  Of course the fans would have voted him as
their first choice.

Detson:  My fellow PVW-ians, WE HAVE VICTORY!!

[Detson raises his arms in mock triumph, further inciting the crowd.]

Detson:  I have managed to get a sneak peek of the latest polls
because after all I am the President and CEO of this Company... and
let me be the first to tell you that I have secured a massive
landslide victory over all of my opponents, including one Danny
Daniels!

[Small cheer for the hometown kid which quickly changes to jeers over
Detson's speech.]

Detson:  And while some may say that second place is the first loser,
you can rest assure that doesn't include Danny Daniels.

[Detson shakes his head.]

Detson:  No, it doesn't include Mr. Daniels because Mr. Daniels didn't
even finish second!  Ha!

FH: This isn't Florida, Chip ... No rigging the polls here!

CL: Oh geez.

[Detson starts laughing as the crowd continues to jeer.]

Detson:  No, in fact, Nevermind the sovereign ruler of nothing is to
be my opponent tonight, but as obvious as it is that Johnny Detson,
President and CEO, Face of the Franchise, Mr. Called Shot, and all
around nice guy is the OVERWHELMING majority supported choice to
entertainment and lead you, something just doesn't seem right.

[Detson shakes his head again as he starts down the ramp.]

Detson:  I mean people; this is San Francisco... hometown of Danny
Daniels!

[Huge home town ovation for Daniels as Detson smirks.]

Detson:  And he couldn't even win an election here, what hope does he
have?

[Huge boos as Detson holds up his hand so he can continue.]

Detson:  You misunderstand.  What I'm saying is despite our
disagreements I feel bad for him.  His hopes and dreams have been
crushed, and although that has never happened to me, I can imagine the
feeling, and it feels awful.

[Detson slides into the ring and takes his place in the center.]

Detson:  People this is not right.  And as your President and CEO, I
intend to do something about this.  Johnny Detson is a man of
compassionate and understanding.  You executive leader has the pulse
of all of you, the little people, and I know what you want.  And the
little people know that their President and CEO is a giver and I'm set
to give you people want you want.

[Detson nods in agreement.]

Detson:  And what you want is your hometown hero, Danny Daniels in
this ring and in this match!

[Huge ovation!]

CL: We are in Danny Daniels country!

FH: Not according to the polls.

Detson:  ... against Nevermind tonight!

[Huge ovation turning into a mixed reaction from the crowd.]

CL:  This is ridiculous!

FH:  What I wanted to see Nevermind destroy Danny Daniels as much as
the next person.

CL:  He's weaseling out of another match!

FH:  Not weaseling, giving the people what they want.

CL: The fans _voted_ Johnny Detson to wrestle because quite frankly
they want to see him get what is coming to him!

[As that fact becomes more and more apparent, the fans start turning
on Detson again.]

Detson:  So by the power invested in me, as President and CEO, I
hereby state that Danny Daniels be included and have that match
against Nevermind  tonight!

[Detson smirks as the crowd continues to boo him.]

CL: Detson can't be serious.  There is no way that the PVW brass is
going to go for this.

HD:  I am getting word that ... Johnny Detson's request has been
granted.

[Huge politician smile from Detson.]

FH: You were saying?

HD: This match will now be under TRIPLE THREAT RULES!

[The smile disappears quickly into a look of shock.]

Detson:  WAIT!?  WHAT?! No, no, no, you misunderstood, what I meant
was that ...

[Detson is cut off as the lights go down again, and someone steps from
the back.  It is... a trumpeter? The trumpeter blasts a bombastic
little fanfare on his trumpet, and a banner unfurls from the top  of
the entranceway.  It reads: WELCOME YOUR NEXT PVW CHAMPION!!!  And
yes, it does have three exclamation points.

Following the fanfare, "Believe It Or Not", the theme song from the
Greatest American Hero, starts up.  The fans give a loud face pop for
the over-the-top introduction of the former SUPREME Champion, "Your
Hero" Danny Daniels.  Daniels bursts from behind the welcome banner,
arms spread to soak in all of the glory of his imaginary legions of
fans.  The bulky young man with the straggly blond hair wears a red
sequined jacket with 'Your Hero' written on the back in black, red
trunks, and black boots.  A pair of wraparound shades inhabit his
clean-shaven face, as does a  big goofy smile representing his joy at
being so exulted by the fans.]

CL: Here comes San Fran's own, Danny Daniels!  Look at Johnny Detson
throwing a fit inside the ring.

FH: Someone is going to lose their job for this!

[Daniels sweeps down to the ring, shaking hands with fans on both
sides of the aisle, and handing out 'DD for PRESIDENT!"  balloons.
He jumps onto the apron, and climbs the ropes on the  outside.  He
gets to the top rope... and seems to grow a little disoriented by the
height, so he steps back down to the second rope and THEN poses
grandly for the crowd.  His music dies away shortly.]

CL: Detson is having words with Daniels ...

FH: He is telling him that this is his ring and he is right!

[... Something about San Francisco being a rat hole ... And  a
familiar guitar riff blast across the loudspeakers as "Smells Like
Teen Spirit," by Nirvana begins to play.  A loud mixture of cheers,
boos, and catcalls begins to echo throughout the space as the crowd
waits for the man they know to be coming through the curtains to
appear.  Several moments pass, and just when it seems that perhaps no
one is going to come through the entrance way into the arena, a large,
dark figure steps out onto the platform.

The large, disheveled figure is clad in a faded black "Nirvana" t-
shirt over which is a ragged looking flannel shirt with the sleeves
torn off.  He wears what appears to be a home-made kilt of black and
grey cloth and on his feet are a pair of very worn black combat boots
which are seemingly held together by the thick strips of silver duct
tape wrapped around them.  Long, stringy unwashed black hair falls
forward over his face, which is covered by an unruly dark beard which
hangs down to his chest.  He pauses for a few moments,  his mostly
obscured face devoid of emotion before walking casually down the aisle
to the ring.  He ignores the yelling fans on either side of him and
upon reaching the ring, rolls lazily under  the bottom rope.  He
slowly rises to his feet and awaits the ring bell with a look of
boredom upon his face.]

CL: And here comes the King of Nothing who laid the challenge down
earlier tonight for Chris Hartt.  He has that garbage crown in his
hand.

FH: Nevermind better come out and listen to Johnny Detson.   Detson
doesn't care about being the king of nothing ... He is the PVW
President!

[Inside the ring, Detson still bitches and moans while Duke Martin
stands in the center of the ring while Daniels and Nevermind stand
waiting for the bell.]

CL: Detson better get his mind together or this may be a short match.

FH: Detson is the people's choice ... This is an outrage!  Did America
disrespect George Washington?


=========================================

PVW - TRIPLE THREAT, MAIN EVENT
Johnny Detson v. Nevermind v. Danny Daniels

=========================================

*DING*DING*DING*

CL: There is the bell and it looks like, Johnny Detson realizes the
dire situation he is in.

FH: Detson offering Nevermind a "treaty" ...  A  treaty between the
King of PVW and the King of Nothing.  This could be an epic treaty
that could benefit both men.

CL: There can only be one winner, Fred.

FH: A destroyed Danny Daniels is a victory for all!

[Nevermind refuses and as he looks towards Daniels... Detson attempts
to attack the King of Nothing and take advantage of the distraction,
but no dice!  The King of Nothing blocks the PVW President and unloads
a few of his own that gets an applause by Danny Daniels.]

CL: Nevermind now backing the PVW President up towards the ropes ...
He turns to whip him across and RIGHT into a back body drop  by Danny
Daniels!

FH: Nevermind and Danny Daniels are working together to take down the
boss!  What kind of work place is this!?!

[Daniels turns and pulls Detson to his feet who puts his hands up
backing away ... and he runs right into Nevermind.  He turns and see's
the towering unbathed man.  He then drops to his back as if he has
already been hit playing possum.]

CL: Detson is down ... And Daniels and Nevermind look at each other
... Nevermind drops a big elbow across the chest of Detson!

FH: This isn't suppose to be happening!

CL: Daniels follows up dropping an elbow of his own!

[HUGE ROARING POP!]

[Danny Daniels now offers the King of Nothing his hand ... Nevermind
just looks at Daniels and then drops him with a big right hand.
Nevermind then pulls both Detson and Daniels to their feet and drives
their heads together.]

SMACCCK!

CL: Nevermind making it clear he isn't working with either man.  He
just crashed Detson and Daniels head together with a headbutt.  And he
turns sending Detson _through_ the ropes and do the outside.

FH: Such disrespect!

CL: Daniels swings, but barely connects ... Nevermind backs the former
Supreme Champion into the corner with an European Uppercut.  He looks
and notices Detson up and waving the action off inside the ring.

[The 6'5, 270 pounder takes off and dives out of the ring with a
Suicide Plancha and nails the PVW President and 2011, Mr. Called Shot
taking him down like a massive bowling ball.]

CL: HOLY CRAP!  NEVERMIND JUST DOVE TO THE OUTSIDE AND DOWN GOES
DETSON!

FH: That was impressive, but you know what is even more impressive?
The fact that Johnny Detson took the damage and is still going to get
up and slap the taste out of Danny Daniels mouth.


P V DUB !!!   P V DUB !!!  P V DUB !!!   P V DUB !!!

P V DUB !!!   P V DUB !!!  P V DUB !!!   P V DUB !!!

P V DUB !!!   P V DUB !!!  P V DUB !!!   P V DUB !!!

P V DUB !!!   P V DUB !!!  P V DUB !!!   P V DUB !!!


[The fans are on their feet chanting as Nevermind pulls Detson to his
feet and sends him back-first into the ring apron.  Detson's knees
nearly buckle as he bounces off and right into a charging knee lift.]

FH: Nevermind has been like a man after a ham sandwich out there!

CL: I think he is sending the Paladin a message.  For the better part
of six months these two men have been at it.  Nevermind has gone to
cool and collecting to a man on a mission.

[Nevermind stands over the fallen self-proclaimed PVW President.
However, what he doesn't see is that Danny Daniels has made his way to
the ring apron.  His legs a little wobbly as it's a tad higher then
perhaps the second ropes ... he leaps and hits Nevermind in the back
with an axe-handle.]

CL: Daniels bends down and kisses the ground as if that was a bit too
high for him.  He then grabs the back of Nevermind's head and SLAMS it
hard on the ring apron.

FH: Danny Daniels ... the defender of ham sandwiches.

[Daniels begins to set Nevermind up for a vertical suplex ... However,
the bigger man blocks it.  Daniels tries again and Nevermind blocks it
for a second time.  However, from the left side Daniels is joined by
his arch nemesis, Johnny Detson who locks Nevermind up and the two men
take him down with a big double suplex hard on the unforgiving
cement.]

THUUUUUUD!

[UNSURITY POP!]

CL: Detson and Daniels working together and they take Nevermind down
hard on the cement ... Detson and Daniels back up and Detson jabs a
thumb right in Daniels eye socket.

FH: Sucker!

[The fans roar into boo's as Detson grabs Daniels by the back of his
head and rolls him _inside_ the ring and follows suit getting away
from the King of Nothing.]

CL: Usually you roll outside the ring to get away ... However, Detson
is back _inside_ the ring to keep his distance from Nevermind.

FH: Nevermind may be the toughest SOB in the PVW ... And the scariest
thing is he just doesn't care about anyone or anything.

CL: Spectre, Craven, and Nevermind ... Those are the three men that
most wrestlers in the back would say they don't look forward to
facing.

[Detson putting the boots to his arch rival ... He yanks up Daniels
and _slaps_ him across the face.  Detson goes to send Daniels into the
corner, but Daniels reverses it and Detson crashes into the
turnbuckles chest first ... Sleeperhold from behind by Daniels and the
San Francisco hometown crowd roar in support.]

CL: Daniels with a sleeper!

FH: All he had to do is recite the history of the Supreme title again
if he wanted to do that.

[Detson waves his arms, but he is stuck right in the center of the
ring.  Detson drops down to one knee ... And before the referee could
begin to lift the arms Daniels is brutally kicked from the side with a
mafia kick by Nevermind.]

[BOOOO!]

FH: Nevermind saving Detson!

CL: I'm not sure that was what Nevermind's intentions were, but never
the less.  Nevermind yanks Detson up and in the same motion lifts him
up with a gutwrench ...

THUUUUUUUUUUD!

... POWERBOMB!  And Nevermind drops down for our first cover.




!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




FH: Daniels dives over breaking up the cover.

[Daniels begins dropping hammer fist and elbows working over the back
of Nevermind then pulls him to his feet and scoops him up and drops
him down with a bodyslam.  Daniels wastes no time leaping to the
second rope and drops an elbow across the chest of the King of Nothing
and the cover.]




!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




CL: Nevermind fires out with a kick out.  And Detson has scooted
himself into the corner of the turnbuckles ...

FH: He is biding his time.

[Daniels pulls Nevermind up ... And while the big man is dazed and
weakened he lifts with a gutwrench of his own, but falls with a
suplex.  Daniels on his feet and eats a dropkick by Johnny Detson who
then drops ontop of Nevermind for the cover.]




!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




CL: Detson trying to be an opportunist, but Nevermind kicks out.
Detson now rolling over and drops on Daniels for the cover!

FH: Genius!




!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




CL: But ... It doesn't work as Daniels kicks out.

[Detson pushes himself up ... He notices that Nevermind is pushing
himself up to his feet ... He grabs Daniels and whips him towards the
King of Nothing and the two men crash into each other.]

FH: Detson using Daniels as a weapon!

[Detson leaps into the air and hits Daniels with an enziguri so hard
he does a flip before landing. Detson lifts Daniels up onto the top
turnbuckle and climbs up with him.]

CL: Detson is setting Daniels up for a Superplex!

FH: Hopefully, Daniels doesn't come too ... This is a bit high for
him!

[Nevermind is now on his feet, but it's too late as Detson leaps off
with a superplex that catches the King of Nothing and again he uses
Daniels as a weapon taking both men down!]

CL: Nevermind down, but he broke Daniels fall as he is up ... Going
for a right hand, but Detson ducks it, floating behind Daniels and
hitting him with a German Suplex.

FH: Detson can out smart both men.  That's not even a challenge!

CL: Detson going for the cover!




!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




... Nevermind stomps right on the back of Detson.

[Nevermind lifts Detson up onto his shoulder but the PVW President
slips out behind the beast and shoves him into the ropes rolling him
up and grabbing the tights!]




!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




CL: Nevermind kicks out at two!

[Nevermind pulled himself up to his hands and knees while Detson
quickly pulls himself up onto the second rope, then stepped
up onto the top rope, positioning himself for a high impact move.
Daniels, back up to his feet, uses Nevermind like a springboard to
leap forward crotching Detson on the top ropes.]

[YOOOUCH POPPAGE!]

FH: The Presidential jewels!

CL: Nevermind is up and BENCH PRESSES HIM OFF ... HUGE GUTBUSTER!

FH: That was almost his Seattle Slam right there, Chip!

[Nevermind turns and eats a clothesline by Daniels ... Then launches
Nevermind backwards with an exploder suplex and makes the cover.]




!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




CL: ANOTHER TWO COUNT!  Neither one of these three men want to quit
here tonight.  Daniels now back over to Detson ...

[He attempts to whip Detson into Nevermind, but Detson reversed and
Nevermind catches him ... He walks out and drops down with a
bone crushing sidewalk slam.  Nevermind leaps up, but is caught in the
back of the head with a Johnny Kick!]

TWAAAAAAAAAP!

CL: Johnny Kick!  Daniels is up and right into a northern lights
suplex!

FH: Detson can pick his pinfall ... However, he begins to stalk
Daniels instead as he tries to pull himself to his feet.

[Detson uses the ropes and hits his Tornado Inverted Bulldog smashing
Daniels into the mat.]

CL: Detson with his Grand Finale!  But, Nevermind charges and Detson
doesn't see him coming ... SWINGING NECKBREAKER ... HOMEWRECKER!

FH: Jesus that was brutal!

[Both Daniels and Detson are laid out on the ground ... The King of
Nothing yanks Danny Daniels up now.  He begins to set him up for the
Space Needle, DDT ... Daniels slides out and  Grabs Nevermind from
behind in a sleeper hold!]

CL: Daniels with another sleeper!  AND HE IS TRYING TO HOIST HIM UP!

FH: There is no way that Daniels is going to pick Nevermind and his
270 pounds up.

[... but, Fred is wrong and Daniels hoists him over the top rope,
hanging him into a hangman's sleeper!]

FH: The fan's are cheering this blatant cheating on!?!?!


DANNY!!!   DANNY!!!   DANNY!!!   DANNY!!!   DANNY!!!


CL: Detson is up ...

FH: And he is preparing for a Johnny Kick on Daniels!

[The fans are trying to warn Double Danny, and Daniels drops Nevermind
to the ground who is gasping for air ... He turns around just in time
to eat a Johnny Kick.]

TWAAAAAP!

FH: Another Johnny Kick and Danny Daniels is seeing stars!

CL: Detson drops down for the cover ... This could be it!




!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




!!! THREE !!!




... NO!  DANIELS HAS HIS FOOT ON THE ROPES!

[ROARING HOME TOWN POP!]

FH: This is bull!  Duke is blind!

[Detson yanks Daniels up and kicks him in the gut, leading into a
powerbomb with a prawn pin.]





!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




!!! THREE !!!




CL: DANIELS KICKS OUT AGAIN!  SOME HOW ... SOME WAY!

FH: That _had_ to be a three count.

CL: You can feel it in the air, Fred.  In San Fran ... This feels like
Double Danny's night!

[Nevermind is back in and Detson charges ...  Nevermind scoops Detson
into a sidewalk slam, spinning completely around once before dropping
to the mat with the PVW President.]

THUUUUUUUUUUUD!

CL: Squatter Slam!  And Nevermind hooks the leg.




!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




!!! THRE --- !!!




... DANIELS BREAKS IT UP AT THE LAST SECOND!

FH: This is all too close for my blood pressure, Chip!

CL: Huge impact move after impact move ... All three men breathing
hard.  Daniels now headed to the second ropes ... He points to his
head ... TOODLES~!

[Daniels leaps off with his headbutt and lands right on Detson.]




!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




CL: NEVERMIND RIPS DANIELS UP!  Goes to gorilla press slam ... Daniels
slips out .. SMALL PACKAGE!




!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




... NEVERMIND FIRES OUT!  Both men up ... EXPLODER SUPLEX BY DANIELS
AND LISTEN TO THESE FANS!

FH: You would think Jack Griffin is inside the ring helping him pull
this off.

CL: Daniels now covers Nevermind _again_!




!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!





[Nevermind fires out again.  Daniels is on his feet he looks down at
Detson who still hasn't moved from Toodles.  He then begins to head
back up to the second rope and this time points towards Nevermind ...
Before he can leap, Detson is up and dives shoves Daniels off and into
Nevermind who slowly made it to his feet ... Nevermind sets Daniels up
for a vertical suplex.  While holding him up in the air, he delivers a
DDT instead, slamming the top of Daniels skull into the mat.]

THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD!

FH: SPACE NEEDLE DDT!

TWAAAAAAAAAAP!

... A _THIRD_ JOHNNY KICK SENDS NEVERMIND THROUGH THE ROPES!

CL: Detson turns and drops over his arch rival!




!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




!!! THREE !!!




[MAJOR RAIN OF BOO'S!]


FH: YES! OUR PVW PRESIDENT, JOHNNY DETSON HAS DONE IT!

CL: Last week ... Daniels team picked up the victory over Detson's ...
And this week Detson takes advantage yet again and picks up a sneaky
victory!

[Hail to the Chief begins to blast over the PA system as Detson drops
to his knees in celebration mode.]

HD: The winner of the match ... JOHNNY DETSON!

CL: I can't believe this ... Johnny Detson has taken advantage yet
again.  He sat back waiting for that opportunity and while Danny
Daniels and Nevermind fought tooth and nail ...

FH: I hate to interrupt you, but _THREE_ Johnny Kick's!  You da man,
Johnny!

[Detson rolls to the outside and grabs a hold of a Vote for Daniels
sign and makes the, "Wiping his rear" motion with it before laughing.]

FH: Hey, hand some of that TP this way.  The Gutch used all the
backstage bathroom's up when I went back there!

CL: Folks, if tonight proved anything ... PVW has hit a Boiling Point
and things will come to a head right here in San Francisco as we will
see you soon at BOILING POINT!

[We fade ... Cut to the PVW Boiling Point logo.]

They fight for fame ...

They fight for glory ...

Some fight for pleasure ...

Some don't know any other way ...

To feed their family ...

So their children can be proud ...

To become a Champion ...

To build a foundation -

That will one day become their legacy ...

But, most of all they fight so somebody will remember their name.

PVW BOILING POINT II
NOVEMBER, 2011
LIVE @ Cow Palace - San Francisco, California

DEADLINES: 11-02-11 11:59 PST
[NOTE, NO EXCEPTIONS HERE ... WRITERS _HAVE_ TO HAVE TIME TO WRITE THE
MATCHES.]

Live on Cable Television ... PVW brings to you the, BOILING POINT
PRESHOW!

***ASLL MINI's CHAMPIONSHIP DECISION MATCH:***
[8 Man Cibernetico Rules]
Tecnicos: Mini-Masked Maniac, Lil' Booger, La Cucaracha & Dino Takada
v. Rudos: El Monito, Skateboard, Rico Caliente & Slasher Gomez

All Star Lucha Libre continues to strengthen their ties to PVW by
having a showcase match on the Pre-show! Recently there were cryptic
messages that the Minis were coming to ASLL and then at the Mexican
Independence Day show they arrived! Since then their numbers continue
to multiply and now a Minis Champion will be crowned! There will be an
eight man Cibernetico match, the last men left standing at the end
will be the very first ASLL Minis Champion. On the Tecnico side, vying
for the title, will be MINI-MASKED MANIAC, LIL' BOOGER, LA CUCARACHA
and DINO TAKADA! On the Rudo side will be EL MONITO, SKATEBOARD, RICO
CALIENTE and SLASHER GOMEZ! Which one of these eight men will have
their arms raised into the air and have the honor of being the very
first ASLL Minis Champion?

***PVW vs ASLL, ASLL TAG TEAM TITLES ON THE LINE:***
The Berserkers v. Los Corazones [c]

With the growing relations with PVW's Mexican counter part ASLL ...
The ASLL Tag Team Titles will be on the line when possibly the most
dominating tag team inside the PVW, The Berserkers will step inside
the ring and look to add to their global resume when they take on the
returning champions, Los Corazones.

***DEBUT OF THE DER KRUZRITTER:***
The Masked Maniac v. "Der Kreuzritter" Erich Seiger

The German born, 7 foot tall, 325 pounder ... trained by legends
Victor Frost and Karl "The Krippler" Kruger ... Erich Seiger enters
the PVW with a ton of hype.  In his debut, he looks up with the
perhaps the king of hype, Masked Maniac.  We haven't seen the lovable
Masked superstar since, HOPE used him as a message to AsH and the rest
of the PVW.  Can Erich Seiger live up to the hype and defeat the Mask
Bro with his legion's of hos?  Or will this Mask Bro refind his Mojo?

***THE WARRIOR VERSUS THE PHOENIX***
Larry Gionet v. Phoenix

The PVW Warrior, Larry Gionet has left destruction and carnage behind
nearly everywhere he has gone.  He collided head first and sent his
former best friend, Caleb Foley _OUT_ of the PVW.  Claiming to have
ripped the soul out of the PVW and get revenge against the company
that has held him down ... He now has pointed the finger at the man
who walks around with the moniker that this company was built on,
Phoenix.  Can Phoenix regain some honor for Caleb Foley and the PVW?
Or will Larry Gionet continue his war path on the PVW and anyone who
comes before him.

***FORMER FRIENDS COLLIDE:***
The Mercenary v. "The Extreme" Alexander Epstein

Alexander Epstein shocked the world when he revealed that he was the
benefactor behind the Mercenary that was playing mind games with
Jessica Marshall.  Except, that wasn't as shocking as the turn by the
Mercenary on his former best friend.  These two men have chased one
another the past three months and it's finally lead to this.  Two
former friends wrestling out in front of hundreds of thousands on live
TV.  Will, Jessica Marshall finally get her revenge on Alexander
Epstein?  Or will the Mercenary cash in one more time?

***PVW TELEVISON CHAMPIONSHIP, MAIN EVENT:***
"The Misery Machine" Marcus Manson v. Uncle Frank [c]

In what has become it's natural time slot ... The PVW Television
Championship will be on the line in the Boiling Point's Preshow Main
Event!  The Misery Machine has been on a roll and has regained his
status as a one man wrecking machine over the past few months.
However, after defeating four other men to earn this title shot.  He
was assaulted by, Gibson Hayes right hand man and the current PVW
Television Champion and all around, one creepy son of a gun Uncle
Frank Knight.  Now the two men will step inside the ring with the
stakes raised.  Two of PVW's toughest men will collide and only one
will walk out the PVW Television Champion!


Live on PAY PER VIEW ... PVW brings to you, BOILING POINT II!

***ONE on ONE ACTION:***
Supreme Wright v. Adrian Freeman

PVW made two _huge_ signings in the last month ... The Vegas
superstar, Supreme Wright and the Australian born, Adrian Freeman.
Both of these two wrestlers have wildly been considered two of the
hottest free agents in all of the wrestling world.  Who will pick up
their first PVW PPV victory between The Supremacy and The Deep Freeze?

***WRESTLING VETERANS GRUDGE MATCH:***
Mike "The Biz" Bisignano v. Sinister

There hasn't been two men with as much influence over the locker room
as Sinister and The Biz.  Their veteran locker room leadership has
only been matched with their ring presence.  These two men have been
at odds and at Boiling Point it finally comes to a finish when the
Chi-Town Beast ... Big Daddy Sin steps inside the ring looking to
knock some respect into the Biz!

***THE WAR OF GOOD VERSUS EVIL:***
Sammy Knight v. The Spectre

Wrestling's white knight, Sammy Knight entered the PVW with lots of
hype and controversy ... However, the one thing for sure there isn't
many men in this company as pure as Sammy Knight.  He picked up a huge
win at Tradition Six and looked well on his way in becoming a huge
player headed into Shattered Dreams ... One man stands in his path.
If Sammy Knight is wrestling's white knight then Spectre is known
around the wrestling world as Wrestling's Devil.  Will there be
another rebirth at Boiling Point?

***KING OF NOTHING, CORONATION MATCH:***
Rules: Crown is hung from a pole, Winner must remove it.
Nevermind v. "The Paladin" Chris Hartt

What happens when you mix raw emotion with apathy?  The King of
Nothing, Nevermind laid out the challenge and all Chris Hartt has to
do to finally defeat him is reach out and grab the crown of thorns.
Can the Paladin reach down with in and find himself?  Or will the King
of Nothing reclaim his crown?

***PVW AMERICAN CHAMPIONSHIP, TOP TECHNICIAN MATCH:***
Perry Fontana v. Herscher von Donkerhardt [c]

Wrestling's most intense figure, Perry Fontana has left a wasteland of
injured wrestlers behind.  Herscher von Donkerhardt has spent the
better part of the last six months fighting through a series of
injuries.  The PVW American Champion has never backed down from a
fight and has widely been considered one of the best technical
wrestlers in the world.  The Netherlands superstar has two things that
Perry Fontana wants ... The PVW American Championship and the single
word, _BEST_.

***BARBWIRE HELL II, SUPER GRUDGE MATCH:***
Rob Cole v. William Craven

There was one match that launched PVW and Rob Cole into the myth he
has become ... _BARBWIRE HELL_ ...  Now, after two epic battles
between Rob Cole and William Craven the rubber match has brought back
Barbwire Hell again.  Can the Motor City Madman punish Rob Cole and
finally do what every man sets forth and end Rob Cole's career?  Or
will the Outcast over come all odds just like he does _every_ single
time.  With all the questions that linger with this match.  There is
one thing we already know ... This match will go down as one of the
most brutal and bloody matches in PVW history!

***THE FEUD THAT SHOOK THE WORLD:***
Senor Cloak Dos v. "The Bad Wolf" Christopher Black

It's captured our hearts ... We've shed tears ... A hero was born, a
villain showed his true colors, and god welcomed another sweet angel.
Wrestling over the years has dipped into personal lives, but never
like this.  It started with a child ... a sticker ... a mask.  And
just like that the Bad Wolf ripped our hearts out and set PVW ablaze.
Both men hold victories over one another ... but this time it's become
personal.  No titles ... it's not about winning or losing.  It's about
vengeance.  It's about a memory that we all share of a single smile.

***PVW TAG TEAM TITLES, CAGE WAR:***
Max and Sal v. Livestock and The Gutch [c]

PVW has brought back tag team wrestling and this may be the biggest
tag team match yet.  Max and Sal have become house hold names and the
uncrowned PVW top tag team.  Standing in their way are PVW's lovable
lawyers, the PVW tag team champions ... Livestock and The Gutch.  Now
with Todd Johnstone at the helm things and HOPE holding gold at every
corner ... Can Max and Sal finally capture the PVW Tag Team Titles
inside a steel cage!?!

***PVW PRESIDENTIAL BATTLE:***
Danny Daniels v. Johnny Detson

It all starts with a voice ... a vision ... Johnny Detson and Danny
Daniels have battled it out at the podium in a fearceful debate.  They
have attempted to settle it out in the ring.  They have turned to the
fans and listened to their voice.  Now, at Boiling Point with the "PVW
Presidency" on the line ... This mega-feud will finally be over once
and for all.  Will the former Supreme Champion pick up possibly the
biggest win of his PVW career in front of his home town?  Or will
PVW's Mr. Called Shot, PVW President and CEO beat Danny Daniels once
again and close this chapter as he heads to claiming the PVW World
Heavyweight Championship.

***PVW WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP, EVERYONE IS BANNED FROM RINGSIDE MATCH:***
AsH v. Gibson Hayes[c]

In our industry it all comes down to this.  Gibson Hayes has ruled the
wrestling world and stands on the top of the mountain bringing HOPE to
all.  America's great hope has welcomed all challengers ... Tradition
Six was the break out party for the challenger, AsH when he almost
captured the PVW World Championship Title if it wasn't for the
entourage of the Champion.  Now in their rematch _everyone_ is banned
from ring side.  It's come down to mano-a-mano ... Can AsH do the
unthinkable and defeat Wrestling's top superstar and win the PVW World
Heavyweight Championship?  Or will Gibson Hayes do what he always does
... win.



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