[Voice of Rick Marley while he stares menacing...]

"You heard me right, Matt.  YOU were the one who taught ME how WMI
deals with threats.  YOU were the one that taught ME that when
somebody stands up to you, you put him down in a way that'll make the
next guy have nightmares about it...and YOU taught ME that you never,
EVER let someone put one over on you, regardless of what that means
you have to do.

Now all of a sudden you feel sad for your poor student 'cause big mean
Marley went and put him on the shelf?

Boo friggin' hoo."

[Doc Holliday's voice ...  Show's the new law of PVW holding a rope
with a noose.]

"You in th' Old West, boy.  This ain't no place fer a boy lak you.
This place belongs ta men who can shape their way with th' strength of
they own hands.  Men lak me.  Craven.  Manson.  Feyr.  Sinister.
Mercenary.  List goes on an' on.  Not you.  You th' lucky one, boy.
You kin go home, hold yer wife, an' live without knowin' th' next day
might come an' you git crippled up by a man who takes blood fer money.
That's whut we do.  We take blood fer money.

An' yer tellin' ME th' way it's gonna go?

If ya knew who an' whut you was talkin' to, you'd take the followin'
steps.  One, you'd drop a three-pound load in yer shorts, an' two,
you'd run fer home an' never come back.  Thar's only one law in th'
Old West, an' you ain't it."

[Mercenary standing with remote in hand as he speaks directly at
Xavier Feyr.]

"You know Feyr, you've been wanting to be me for years, and now
you think you've finally accomplished that goal.... taking the
enforcer role with WMI. Well, congrats... you've got the job. But,
it'll take a hell of a lot more than that to be me. I know what you
guys had planned tonight, so I took it upon myself to go see Lillith
while you where fighting Craven. So, First off, you'll have to stop
taking orders from some skanky ho..."

[Feyr fires back ... His voice is filled with utter hate...]

"And you think I want to be you?  YOU!?  A pathetic slave to
materialism, who will one day simply fade into obscurity as the last
of his precious earnings inevitably dries up?  HAH!

You are nothing more than a slave, locked inside a prison of
your own making."

[Big Daddy Sin himself responds to WMI ...]

"Hell Rick, just ask your boys there what it feels like to have me hit
them with a simple crutch. Imagine if I were the one with the
sledgehammer in hand rather than you? You claim to understand
everything about me and know exactly what I'm going to say and do,
right? If that's the case then I'll keep this very simple. After all
is said and done, while I may be right back in this ice tub freezin'
my sack while I get my body back in check, you may very well end up in
a far...worse...predicament. Enjoy your moral victory of sorts Rick
because it may very well end up being short-lived. Now, if you'll
excuse me, I'd like to watch my crutch-swinging abilities while I
relax."

[Voices of both members of Made Men ...]

Masterson: You and I, Nick, we are men in control of our own
destinies.  Widowmakers Incorporated isn't a corporation; it's a
control mechanism, see?

NW: I think I get it... removing unknown quantities, making it so we
can do our job...

MM: EXACTLY.  And you know what?  Win or lose, we come back for the
next job, knowing more, able to control the situation better than we
did before.  If we end up losing, you can be sure that the reason we
lost will be... dealt with.  Severely.

[Ryder fires back]

"I'm done with the Widowmakers trying to end me.  How can I move on in
the PVW with them hanging over my head?  I'm not going to sit back and
let someone else do my fighting for me.  What am I suppose to do?
Really? Walk away?  I haven't walked away from a challenge... ever.

This is my chance to FINALLY be done with Wright.  The others will be
a  perk for there part in what they've done.  Did you forget what they
did to Tucson?"

[Marcus Manson glares into the camera ...]

"But, after all is said and done, and the smoke has cleared, The Widow
Makers will stand tall. I sincerely hope that you can handle it, Doc.
I hope that you can handle the misery, because this time..."

..you brought it on yourself."

[The eerie words of the Motor City Madman is heard - William Craven.]

"For no matter how hard the hit, how deep the cut, how black the
bruise or how brutal the break, I could not be stopped!  When the
music man with his heavy.  Metal.  Instrument used my body as his
driveway, I dove through his windshield and dragged him out!  For the
unearthly way I have always persevered through impossible situations
and pushed on towards ultimate victory, you have always hated me for
YOU DID NOT UNDERSTAND!

...And you never will."

[Back to the captain of the Widowmakers .. Rick Marley ...]

"You see Doc, you and I BOTH know you're not as fast as you used to
be.  All of those matches have taken their toll.  You can't keep up
with me anymore, and when speed's your game, that's a recipe for
disaster.

Bring your boys, Doc.  I'll bring mine.

You asked for a war?  All you did was sign up for your own
funeral...after all, Doc, you know better than anybody: WMI pays our
debts."

[And we finish with Doc Holliday ... The famous words have an echoing
effect ...]

"Five of you.

Five of us.

You declare war?

WE DECLARE __WARGAMES__!"








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~~KABOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!~~








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~~KABOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!~~








[Fireworks explode as the camera cuts live into the homas & Mack
Center in Nevada Las Vegas!  Firebooks continue to explode as it's
apparent the show has been picked up a notch being in the city that
never sleeps!  Finally the fireworks begin to die down but thousands
of rabid wrestling fans have packed the arena!




"P-V-W!!  P-V-W!!"




"P-V-W!!  P-V-W!!"




"P-V-W!!  P-V-W!!"




"P-V-W!!  P-V-W!!"




The arena is filled with chants as the camera zooms in on the dual
threat ring.  Yes that's right folks there are _two_ rings side by
side.  Inside both rings they sport the PVW logo and the SSN logo just
underneath it.  The rings are gold and silver with matching
turnbuckles.

Just outside the war-zone sit the two men who bring life on a regular
basis, Chip Lester and "Fabulous" Fred Hoyle.  Lester has on black
slacks and a matching sports coat with a white dress shirt underneath.
Hoyle has on a flashy button up shirt.]

CL: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN WE ARE LIVE IN SIN CITY ....  IT'S BEEN A
LONG TIME COMING BUT WELCOME TO -



BOILING POINT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!




[___HUUUUUUUGE___ MONSTER POP!!]




CL: As always I am Chip Lester and my partner in crime is the man who
makes my job easy .... Fred Hoyle.

FH: Damn right I do Lester.  It's not like I am a stranger to the
wrestling world.  2008 PVW announcer of the year baby.

CL: I didn't know the PVW held awards.

FH: The losers weren't informed.

CL: Anyways we welcome fans tuning in around the world.  This is the
first time ever PVW is being telecast in Europe on PPV!

FH: They already saw their boy from the Netherlands make quick work of
that poor Iceland chap ... Not to mention I have no doubt they are
embarrassed to claim Curtis.  But we hope you enjoy us never the less.

CL: Already making fans I see.   Tonight we have the biggest and most
anticipated line-up since we opened our doors.  We have _THREE_ title
matches and _FOUR_ titles up for grabs.  Blood and grudge matches
every witch way you turn ... And the story of the night we have ten
men ... two rings ... and one cage.  The Match beyond - WAR GAMES!

FH: That's right the Widowmakers take one step closer to immortality
Lester. There isn't much left for this dynasty of a stable to
accomplish.  They have dominated everything they have set their mind
towards and tonight they _will_ dominate William Craven and friends!

CL: We are just hours away from finding out.  We have heard from Rob
Cole ... We have heard from Chase Williams ... We have heard from the
Widowmakers ... William Craven and Doc Holliday have said their piece.
There is only one thing left and _tonight_ right here in Vegas we are
moments from finding out!

FH: Widowmakers are done talking.  They have said everything they need
too.  Tonight it's time to finish the job they started.  Tucson Kid is
lonely ...  Maybe after tonight Tommy Ryder and Tucson Kid can share
pudding spoons.

CL: That's just uncalled for and I am not even going to acknowledge it
with a response Fred.  Not to mention I am getting the wrap up sign as
we are ready for our first match!

[Cut down to the ring.]

HD: Introducing first ... From Detroit, Michigan ...  Standing at six
foot eight and weighing in at three hundred and sixty five pounds ...

THE PIT MONSTER ....

CHAD GRIMSSON !!!!!!!!!!!

[The opening riff to Biohazard's "Switchback" thunders over the PA as
Chad Grimsson steps out from the back. Dressed in a pair of ripped and
faded blue jeans, black leather chaps, black engineer boots, a white
wifebeater with a red anarchy sign spray painted on the front, and
finishing off with both fists wrapped heavily in white tape, the man
known as the Pit Monster makes his way towards the ring. Eyes focused
on the ring(or his opponent should they come out first), Chad slaps
hands with the fans on his way down the aisle. As he gets to the ring,
Chad steps over the top rope and heads to his corner, waiting for the
bell to ring.]

FH: Check this beast out Lester.  All six foot eight and three hundred
and sixty pounds of pure intensity.  He can hurt a guy like Ronan
Benedict just by breathing on him.

CL: Grimsson and Benedict have years of history embedded into their
careers.  Two of the most famous wrestling families and one time
friends.

FH: They don't appear to friendly anymore.

CL: Who knows what has upset Chad Grimsson.  Maybe greed... envy ...
rage?  We may never know what made the Pit Monster snap.

HD: His opponent ... From Grand Rapids, Michigan!!!  Standing at five
foot eleven and weighing in at two hundred and two pounds ...

RONAN BENEDICT !!!

[Heavy guitars and drums cue up, ushering in the opening riffs of
DevilDriver's "Before the Hangman's Noose".  The silhouette of a small
man is barely seen behind the curtains, his head bowed low.  Then, as
Dez begins the opening lines, the curtains part.  And Ronan Benedict
steps out and onto the stage.]

# IT'S A GOOD DAY TO FUCKING DAY!
A GOOD DAY, A FUCKING GOOD DAY!
A GOOD DAY, A FUCKING GOOD DAY TO DIE! #

[The song kicks into high gear from there, as Dez continues on with
his growling.  Ronan raises his eyes toward the ring and starts making
his way down the aisle, ignoring the fans' outstretched hands as he
passes.  A silent intensity smolders in his blue eyes as he prepares
himself to kick somebody's teeth in.  Upon arriving at the ring, he
steps through the ropes and heads for his corner - still paying no
attention to the fans.  The music slowly fades, and Ronan's demeanor
visibly changes, ready for the approaching battle.]




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_  ____/__ |/ / __ |/ |/ / Ronan Benedict v. Chad Grimsson
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[And by "approaching battle", Ronan means the one he's starting now,
as he doesn't even wait for the bell before he charges in on the much
larger Pit Monster and begins firing a furious series of Muay Thai
kicks to the lower legs of the walking mountain of muscle.]


*DING*DING*DING*


CL: Benedict starts off immediately chopping away at Grimsson to take
him off of his vertical base, proving that he's got a-

FH: Death wish!  No one who DOESN'T have a death wish starts trouble
with a guy like Chad Grimsson!  When bad guys in this business get
together for a beer, they tell each other Chad Grimsson stories to see
if they can scare each other!

CL: Well Ronan Benedict obviously didn't get the memo, as he's
absolutely taking it to Grimsson, backing the big man into the ropes
with those punishing whip-like kicks.  Benedict stays right on top of
him, firing off a couple of hard elbows into his mid section, before
working up hit into those massive ribs with some more kicks!

FH: If he keeps this up, he can get a step ladder and try to kick
Grimsson in the head...and right now I've gotta admit, he sorta
reminds me of Rocky...

CL: He could pull off a big upset?

FH: Nah...not that one...he reminds me that he's gonna end up bloody
and retarded by the time this broadcast is over.

CL: Would you stop!  Benedict firing shots at Grimsson, who's started
to try to punch his way off of the ropes.

FH: So far this match looks a lot more like one of those MMA things
than a wrestling match...all we'd need is one of those stupid looking
rings that' re shaped wrong.

CL: Benedict with a front pushing kick that sends the Pit Monster
leaning back into the ropes again, which the smaller man follows up
with a vicious combination of elbows and kicks again, working over the
body of the bigger man.

FH: He'd better have packed a lunch.  As massive as Grimsson is
through his trunk, he'd have more luck trying to punch out MT.
Rushmore.

CL: Grimsson doing a good job of weathering this blistering assault
from Ronan Benedict, who for the first give minutes or so has been all
offense, and fast paced offense at that, Fred!

FH: He'd better be careful not to punch himself out of this match.
This ain't one of those little octagon fights, Chip.  This is
wrestling...there's a real fight going on in there...not that fake MMA
crap.

CL: What are you talking about?

FH: Everybody knows that stuff's rigged...it's just entertainment for
the marks.

CL: What we've got in the ring is Chad Grimsson up against the ropes,
counter punching Ronan Benedicts onslaught...patiently waiting for his
opening.

FH: In addition to giving the boogey-man nightmares, Chad Grimsson
builds brains in his spare time.

CL: What the hell are you talking about?!?!?!

FH: He's smart is all I'm saying...he's not just some big lug that
does stupid stuff and relies on his muscle to get him out of trouble
like that Baldwin idiot... Grimsson shows up with a plan...and that
plan gets carried out.  Right before his opponent gets carried out.
Feet first.

CL: Right now the big man's plan seems to be to stand there and
absorb...

FH: I told you so.

[As Benedict reached back a bit too far for a punch, Grimsson steeped
in quickly, grabbing the smaller man for an Urange and planting him
hard into the canvas!]

CL: An absolutely brutal move from a man that size drives the air from
Ronan Benedict's lungs as now Grimsson immediately comes to his
knees...AND LOCKS IN AN IRON CLAW!

FH: There we go!  Now THERE'S a move I can appreciate.  Feeling
another guy's head crush under your fingers is WAY better than that
'ground n pound' stuff I keep hearing about.  I mean...if that means
what I THINK it does...

CL: It's a combination of striking and submission based offense that
shows up fairly often in the sorts of pit fights that both Chad
Grimsson and Ronan Benedict have fought in for the past several years.

FH: Or it could mean that.

CL: The official is right there asking Benedict if he wants to give up
as Grimsson is bearing down on the smaller man's head, crushing the
life out of him with his bare hands!

FH: A good big man will be a good little man any day of the week,
Chip.

CL: Then why do you keep saying that Rick Marley has William Craven's
number?

FH: I said a GOOD big man.  Pay attention, junior.

CL: Grimsson and Craven are the same height...they have the same
hometown...they use a lot of the same moves, wrestle in similar
styles...how can you like one and not the other?

FH: Is Chad Grimsson green?

CL: No...

FH: I rest my case.

CL: Nevermind...

FH: WHERE?

CL: Okay...moving right along...Grimsson showing off that raw strength
of his as he picks Benedict up by his head and...oh my God...he lifts
him up off of the ground while still in that Iron Claw hold!

FH: Look at him flail while he's up there!

CL: Grimmson has up there...and just bodily tosses him halfway
across the ring!

FH: Did you see the hang time he got on him?  If Benedict had even a
little PART of his brain left intact, he'd just give up now.

CL: Benedict is back up to his feet, glaring at Grimsson as he moves
in a bit more slowly this time.  Grimsson fires off a kick, but
Benedict sidesteps, hitting a thrust kick to the mid section that he
follows up with a roundhouse kick and a hard flurry of elbow
strikes...then quickly moves back out of reach as Grimsson brings his
mass to bear.

FH: What's he think this is, some sorta dance show?

CL: Benedict is simply using his superior speed and agility to-

FH: Not get dead again...

CL: Benedict moving in once again, bobbing and weaving, firing jabs
under the guard of the much slower Grimsson as the big man is
struggling mightily to keep up with the rapidly moving Benedict!
Benedict moves in and manages to double Grimsson over with a solid
side kick to solar plexus...and grabs the big man by the back of the
head and starts firing knees into his face!

FH: He's cheating!  He's got Grimsson's hair!

CL: Grimsson's BALD, you doofus!

FH:  And yet he's clearly not Jack Baldwin...so he can't be that bad.

CL: Grimsson staggering...Benedict reaches his knee up behind the big
man's head and drives him face first down into the canvas!

FH: If he's not careful, he's gonna make the big fella angry.

CL: I think that's the idea, Fred.  Benedict stays on top of the
downed Pit Monster, stalking him as he rises up to one knee...AND
CATCHES HIM WITH A SHINING WIZARD!  GRIMSSON IS DOWN AND IN TROUBLE!

FH: HE LOADED HIS BOOT, IT'S THE ONLY EXPLANATION!

CL: BENEDICT QUICKLY OVER...HE HOOKS THE LEG!



ONE !!!





TWO !!!


NO!

FH: WAY too early for that with a guy like Grimsson!

CL: Grimsson with a kick out that nearly sent Benedict out of the ring
that's clearly frustrated the smaller man, who's right back on his
feet and unwrapping the tape on his forearm...

FH: I saw Spectre do this...not good...

CL: Benedict up from behind...and wraps the tape around Grimsson's
throat!  he's choking the life out of the Pit Monster as the official
begins the count

FH: Disqualify him!  He's cheating!

CL: I can't BELIEVE I just heard you say that.

FH: Believe it...Mr. Law and Order, that's me.

CL: Benedict releases the tape as the official steps between him and
his prey while Grimsson struggles to get his wind back, and with a man
as big as he is, that's always a concern...but the official's
admonishment of Benedict has bought him precious time as Grimsson
manages to come to his feet with an assist from the ropes.

FH: Benedict is acting like Grimsson slept with his mom...and his
sister...at the same tie.  He's coming around the official to get him
some of...uh oh!

CL: Uh on is right...LOOK OUT!

[Benedict charges around the official to get at Grimsson...who's ready
for him.  As Benedict comes within reach, the big man steps forward
and simply hoists him up over his head into a gorilla press, then
takes two large steps forward and throws him four rows deep into the
crowd!]

Crowd:

Pee Vee Dub! Pee Vee Dub! Pee Vee Dub! Pee Vee Dub! Pee Vee Dub!

Pee Vee Dub! Pee Vee Dub! Pee Vee Dub! Pee Vee Dub! Pee Vee Dub!

Pee Vee Dub! Pee Vee Dub! Pee Vee Dub! Pee Vee Dub! Pee Vee Dub!

Pee Vee Dub! Pee Vee Dub! Pee Vee Dub! Pee Vee Dub! Pee Vee Dub!

FH: Ronan Benedict just cleared our heads by about six inches,
folks...he took out some of the important people behind us...

CL: The fans?

FH: The RICH fans...the ones that could afford tickets right up
against the railing.

CL: Of course...how could I have forgotten?  Grimsson is coming out of
the ring, albeit a bit slowly as he approaches the tangle of humanity
that presumably contains Ronan Benedict.

FH: Or at least his remains.

CL: Grimsson is there, moving fans out of the way and grabbing
Benedict by his long red hair and bringing him to his feet...so that
he can nail him with a couple of quick punches before picking him up
and wrapping him up in this meaty arms for a big bear hug!

FH: Look how he moves back towards the ring while he's doing it!
Grimsson's got something in mind even while he's hurting somebody.
The guy's like an artist in there.  A big, mean scary artist...that
may paint with human remains...

CL: Grimsson moves himself and Benedict towards the ring while he
squeezes...AND CHARGES AT THE RINGPOST, SLAMMING BENEDICT'S BACK
AGAINST THE UNYIELDING SURFACE...

FH: That'll send you to the chiropractor...oh, it looks like he's not
done...

CL: No he's not...Grimsson with the same treatment on the second ring
post...and walks over...and hits on the third!

FH: And the official has give up on keeping these guys in the
ring...he's just letting them go.

CL: I'd wondered...otherwise this is the longest 10 count in the
history of the world.

FH: When Grimsson gets in this sort of mood, it's better to just let
him do pretty much what he wants.

CL: Grimsson finally releases that bear hug and tosses Benedict back
into the ring! The smaller man is holding his back and ribs, in
obvious pain from the assault that he's suffered at the hands of the
Pit Monster!

FH: When you're fighting a guy named 'Pit Monster', you can't pretend
to be surprised when he does stuff like that to you...

CL: Grimsson climbs into the ring sucking a bit of wind...

FH: He's not exactly built for a marathon, Chip.  Grimsson's more like
a rhino...good for short bursts...and I'm betting if you ran around
the ring carrying Benedict that you'd be tired too.

CL: Benedict back to his feet and charges at Grimsson as he comes into
the ring, catching him right behind the ear with a STIFF running knee
that staggers the big man! Benedict is on top of him, and plants him
skull first onto the mat with a DDT!

FH: How many lives does this guy have?!?!?!?

CL: Ronan Benedict doesn't know the meaning of the word 'quit'!

FH: The fact that he's a moron with a limited vocabulary does NOT make
him invincible.

CL: Grimsson is getting back up as Benedict has to be wondering what
exactly he has to do keep this beast down!

FH: Cut off his head, garlic in the mouth, stake through the heart...

CL: That's a vampire, Fred.

FH: Silver bullet?

CL: Werewolf.

FH: Paternity test?

CL: NBA Player.

FH: Then I got nothing.

CL: Benedict moves in and locks in a front face lock...it looks like
he's trying to set Grimsson up for his 'ground and pound'finishing
move.

FH: Grimsson seems to have had the same thought...the big man just did
a pushup and brought Benedict up with him...and a highly modified back
body drop sends Benedict crashing to the mat!

CL: And not to let him go, Grimsson crashes down on top of him,
bringing all 365 pounds down on top of Benedict's 202 pound frame!

FH: Use a spatula.

CL: Grimsson now taking the opportunity to land some solid punches of
his own on the smaller man, that big right fist is moving like a
piston, crashing into Benedict's skull over and over!

FH: Tough to dance around when you're being crushed to death, isn't
it?

CL: Grimsson kneels up, brings Benedict up to his feet and takes him
back down to the mat with a snapmare...then blasts him in the back of
the head with a big right hand that finally seems to daze the smaller
man!

FH: He agreed to this match...the moron obviously starts off dazed.

CL: Grimsson comes back to his feet, putting a boot into the throat of
Benedict, pressing down and choking the life out of the
smaller...Fred, where are you going?

FH: To get a soda...or maybe some Vaseline for those two for the next
time they decide to 'ground and pound'.

CL: Would you stop!  Sit down and do your job.

FH: Fine.

CL: Benedict is over onto his stomach, coming slowly to his feet...and
Grimssom punts him dead in the ribs with a thunderous kick from those
big engineering boots!

FH: Turnabout's fair play...he worked over Grimsson's ribs earlier...

CL: Benedict is sucking wind as Grimsson moves over and reaches down
to pick him up by the hair once again...BUT BENEDICT REACHES UP,
LATCHES HIS LEGS AROUND GRIMSSON'S ARM AND LOCKS IN A JUJIGATAME AND
HAULS GRIMSSON DOWN TO THE MAT!

FH: He's got it locked in and Grimsson is nowhere near the ropes!
He's in a world of trouble!

CL: The Pit Monster's face is contorted in pain as he struggles to get
free, desperately trying to keep his arm bent to stop Benedict from
getting full pressure onto the joint and dislocating it!

FH: I honestly can't believe this...that little stain might actually
pull this off...

CL: Benedict is pulling on that arm for all he's worth, trying to yank
it out of its socket.

FH: This move has won people titles in the past...and it may win him a
match today...

CL: Grimsson reaches out with is left arm and claws at the mat, using
his greater mass to pull Benedict towards the ropes...inch by painful
inch the Pit Monster claws his way towards the ropes!  Can he make it?

Crowd: BOOOOOOO!

FH: YES!

CL: Grimsson is on the ropes and the official starts his count to get
Benedict to release the hold...

FH: He doesn't seem to be interested...

CL: The official has give up on the count and is trying to pry
Benedict's hands loose from Grimsson's arm!

FH: That's some dedication right there...Ground ' Pound and all...

CL: WOULD YOU STOP!  Grimsson clutching his right arm as Benedict
FINALLY releases that hold and slides back, coming to his feet as the
big man struggles to get to his vertical base.   Benedict comes back
in for another shot and catches a boot to the mid section from
Grimsson...who pulls him in...AND NAILS HIM WIHT THE PSYCHO BOMB OUT
OF NOWHERE!



"___THUNDEROUS THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"



FH: That was a fast turnaround...

CL: Grimsson's face is pale as he leans back onto Benedict, unable to
put pressure on his right arm...



ONE !!!






TWO !!!





THREE ???




***DING DING DING****

FH: YES!

CL: What a hard fought match, folks...but Chad Grimsson was just a
little too much for  Ronan Benedict to handle...and the big man rolls
gingerly out of the ring and stalks to the back, muttering to himself
all the way.

FH: Benedict is up...sorta...and he's reaching for a mic...

CL: Benedict from what I can tell had control of a good portion of the
match but just fell a little short.

[Chad makes his way up the ramp, Ronan gets a mic and pulls
himself to his feet with help from the ropes.]

RB: Where the f[BLEEP]k do you think you're going?!  This fight ain't
over 'til they carry one of us out on a stretcher!

FH: He really DOES have a death wish!

[Grimsson's face goes even paler, he nods and starts back towards the
ring...only to get swarmed under by security.]

FH: Why does these suits always ruin all of our fun.  These fans paid
good money to see Chad Grimsson dismantle Ronan Benedict.

CL: And here comes the Ravager!!!

[HUGE POP as Benedict storms out of the ring and nearly shoves the
assigned PVW official out of the way as he is far from finished with
the Pit Monster.  He may have had his shoulders pinned tonight but
it's obvious the war is far from over.  Security quickly stand in-
between the two men as they begin shoving men aside attempting to get
back at one another.]

CL: Folks there is about eight guys in-between these two warriors and
they appear to be failing in doing so.

FH: The Pit Monster is having known of it he literally just tossed a
poor 15 dollars an hour security guard out of the way.  I hope he has
benefits!

[The security has failed on stopping these two as they collide in the
center tossing _bombs_.  The security begin trying to yank the two
away again and eventually do so, but the wolverine Ronan Benedict gets
free and LEAPS in the air and crashes into the four guards who have
Grimsson and the 365 pounder!]

CL: The fans love it as Ronan Benedict isn't done!!!! Here comes PVW
backstage officials to give the poor Las Vegas security guards a hand.

FH: This is Vegas are you telling me they can't keep a guy as short as
Ronan Benedict held back?

CL: Benedict is one of the toughest pound for pound men in this
company.

FH: Yeah but he is about the size of the Pit Monsters fore-arm give me
a break!

[Finally the men get control of the situation as they fight to hold
the two warriors back.  The opening bout started off with a bang as
they eventually drag Grimsson back disappearing behind the curtains.]

CL: What a way to start the night off.  PVW is known for picking what
they think will be the fastest pace and most intense battle to set the
zone and Boiling Point's tone has been set!

FH: Next time Grimsson will have to finish the job.

CL: I am getting word that Dean Hayes is on the trail of the guy we
saw wearing that dress at the end of the pre-show who attacked Joshua
Curtis.

FH: Anyone who takes the time out of their busy day to smack around
that goof ball is good in my book.

[We pan backstage to a running Dean Hayes...]

DH: Excuse me! Excuse me sir! Can i get a word with you?!

[We can see that Dean is in pursuit of the 'Stranger in the pink
dress'. The unknown man turns to Dean, hands on hips as Hayes catches
his breath.]

DH: Tonight... [deep breath] Tonight you attacked Josh Curtis, dressed
as lady in the front row. What provoked the attack and was it indeed
you behind the whole 'Ice Princess' incident a few weeks back.

Stranger: First of all the name is Mike Cox. And to answer your
question, yes it was me behind that 'Ice Princess' sherade.

DH: Why would you do that?

MC: Since my parents forced me to get a job [shrugs and rubs the back
of his neck.] I figured I would give wrestling the old shot. I came to
PVW and the only thing they said to me was 'Mike, make an impact. Make
the fans want to see you.'

[shrugs]

Well I hope I did that tonight. I don't even want to be here. But i
need the money or my parents are gonna kick me out of the house.

[Odd pause.]

DH: But that still doesn't explain why you attacked Josh Curtis. There
is no history or anything between you guys?

MC: None at all. The reason I did it.. is because I know what these
people want! I AM one of these people. I'm the guy who wants to sit at
home and play video games, look at hot woman and party. I'm the guy
who doesn't want to damn well work my whole life till I die... for
what? I'd rather play Gears of War 2 till 5 in the morning then throw
in some Fallout 3 just for the hell of it. I want to drink beer  with
my buds and party all night. I don't wanna do this. I'm being forced
too. So  might as well make the most of it.

DH: But you still haven't explained why Josh Curtis.

MC: Because he's a fan pandering pansy. The guy is messed up. First
he's from England . Nope, now he's from Japan . No wait, he grew up
there for thirteen years but has a gap between his front teeth, so he
was born England . The guy is talking circles. All the goodness that
comes out of his mouth makes me and the fans  wanna puke. All that
purity and 'I love you' crap. The super hero antics [spits]  Makes me
sick to the stomach. I know what these people want. Hell I'm the Dude
they can relate too. First Josh Curtis needs a drug test, then if I
don't make him cool.....

[shrugs and rubs the back of his neck.]

Then I will do us all a favor and retire him. I gotta go.

DH: Wait! What about the lip lock on the 'Ice Princess'.

[Mike Cox turns, a dirty smile on his face.]

MC: She was there- and that slap made me realize she had to much
tension and it needed to be released. So I gave her the kiss of a
lifetime.

[stares into the camera.]

MC: And whenever you need Mike Cox to do that again 'Princess'. You
just give me call, cause it would be my pleasure.

[The man known as Mike Cox, blows the camera a kiss as he winks. Mike
walks off as Dean watches confused.  We cut back to Chip Lester and
Fred Hoyle.]

CL: I don't know what that was about but apparently this "Mike Cox"
was signed by the PVW and he hand selected Joshua Curtis to make a
splash.

FH: Hey he just said what everyone on the Internet gossip mill has
been saying the past few weeks.

CL: I don't know about that.  Joshua Curtis fought hard and he didn't
deserve a guy who finally decided to leave his mothers basement
jumping him.

FH: As much as I would love to sit here and talk about Joshua Curtis
while these fans pay 39.99 for this PPV broadcast our good friend Herk
Douglas is climbing back inside the ring.

[Herk Douglas stands in the center of the ring ready to announce the
next match.]

HD: This match is scheduled for one fall.

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

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

#all inside it's so frustrating as I drift from town to town.#
#Feel as though nobody cares if I live or die,#

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

#so I might as well begin to put some action in my life#
#Breaking the law, breaking the law!#

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

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

#Breaking the law, breaking the law!#
#Breaking the law, breaking the law!#

[Still walking.]

#Breaking the law, breaking the law!#

HD: They weigh in tonight at a combined weight of 685 pounds, this is
the team of


LIVESTOCK and THE GUTCH!


[Aaand they reach the ring.  Saints be praised.  Unfortunately, Gutch
has himself a microphone ... AND HE'S NOT AFRAID TO USE IT!]

Gutch: Uh, hey ... this thing on?

[Tap.  Tap, oh yes, the fat bastard does tap his microphone.]

Gutch: So, y'know, awhile back, we sent out a call for badass tag
teams...  We wasn't serious, really.  We just figured if we made some
noise, we'd get us our long-promised, never produced shot at them tag
titles, y'know?  "We sent Team Canada packing!" we yelled.  "We beat
them Wildcards ... LOTS!" we said.

So ... here are the Killing Machines.

[Gutch gestures towards the entrance ramp where their opponents will
emerge, momentarily.]

Gutch: They're bad, right?  Well ... if they're so bad, how come the
big one still smells like my ass?  Demolisher, to quote "Jack-O",
that's the King of Pop to the rest of youse, "You ain't Bad!  You
ain't nothin'!"
     When we done with youse jerks, we want them titles.  I don't care
     if it's some nicey nice bastards holdin' 'em like Urban Legend.
     And the Rage boys?  Pfft, they already know what we think of 'em.
     'Stock?

[Tossing the microphone end-over-end, Gutch lets his partner have the
stick.]

Livestock: Okay, y'know what?  I am just about done.

[Ripping off his suit jacket, revealing a faux dress shirt with no
sleeves underneath, Livestock looks ready for action.]

Livestock: We talk funny, we act funny, we entertain you losers every
damned night, and what's it get us!?

[Boo!  Hiss!  Oh, the crowd doesn't like that.]

Livestock: Whatever!  Like I'm gonna take criticism from the scumbags
of Sin City!  Hey, you know what?  Your casinos suck!  You know what
city has great casinos!?  SSN's very own home city ... ATLANTIC CITY,
NEW JERSEY!

[Aw, even worse.  Massive heel heat.  It's cheap heat, but when you're
a lawyer, you take what you can get.]

Livestock: You jerks don't deserve the funny!  And these two jerks
who're about to come out and eat our Final Statement, they don't
deserve anything but a pink slip!  Willingham only signed those two
jackasses 'cause his lawyers outgrew him, just like we outgrew all of
you!

[More heel heat again.  Sensing a pattern yet?]

Livestock: Uh-huh.  Whatever...

[Gesturing towards his partner, Livestock indicates that they both
need to crowd the mic.]

Livestock/Gutch: You don't get paid unless we get paid!

CL: Huge words by Livestock and The Gutch.  They have marked their
targets and tonight finally the war between these two mega tag-teams
will be finished.

FH: Finally Zeke Craven's boys can stop fiddling around with the
Killing Machines and make the splash they deserve in the PVW tag-team
division.

["Enter Sandman" by Metallica begins to play over the loudspeakers.
The crowd cheers loudly.]

HD: About to enter the ring, from New York, New York, at a combined
weight of five-hundred and five pounds, here are ...


... OVERKILL ...


... DEMOLISHER ...


... THE KILLING MACHINES ! ! !


["Midnight" Jawaad bin Mahmood first comes out during the opening
chords of "Enter Sandman". He is dressed in a long black leather
jacket, with his "NICW" t-shirt underneath. He also has a black
bandana on his head. He pauses at the top of the entrance ramp, the
raises both of his fists up. Two red balls of flame suddenly go up as
the music kicks into high gear... and Overkill and Demolisher suddenly
appear behind Mahmood! The three slowly walk to the ring, looking
forward with purpose. Mahmood jaws with the fans a little. They are
wearing matching sunglasses, black leather biker jackets, gloves,
boots, and tights. Their tights are mainly black, with a few white
markings for decoration, and the name of each wrestler emblazoned on
the right leg. As they enter the ring, they remove their jackets and
shades. Jawaad Mahmood then raises up the arms of both men, and then
they start pacing around the ring, waiting for their opponents. "Enter
Sandman" dissipates.]

CL: The Killing Machines made huge waves when they appeared at
Tradition II to answer Livestock and The Gutch's challenge.  Tonight
the two teams finally settle the score!



___________    ____       ________________________________________
___  __ \_ |  / /_ |     / /
__  /_/ /_ | / /__ | /| / /           Tag Team Match
_  ____/__ |/ / __ |/ |/ / Killing Machines v. Livestock and The Gutch
/_/     _____/  ____/|____________________________________________



*DING*DING*DING*


CL: It looks like Demolisher and Gutch will start it off for their
teams.  Both men circling, well Demolisher is circling, Gutch is just
kind of rotating.

FH: Go with your strengths my friend.

CL: And here we go with the opening lock up.



"___SMAAACK___"



FH: Oh no he didn't!

CL: Yes he did Fred!  Demolisher just smacked the taste out of Gutch's
mouth.  And as you'd expect Gutch is starting to chase him... kind of.

FH: This could be a good plan if he can get Gutch to run around
enough.

CL: But a slap like that is kind of unusual for this team.

FH: Sometimes you have to try something new Chip.

CL: Demolisher throws a hard right that Gutch walks right into.  He
follows it with a couple more jabs that have a minor effect on the big
man.



"___SLAAAM___"



***Ooooo FROM THE CROWD***


CL: Gutch just rammed Demolisher with a clothesline that sent him to
the mat.

FH: Rammed... him... with a... clothesline?

CL: Do you have a better description?

FH: Um... uh... no, but you don't normally think of the move as a
ramming type of move.

CL: Gutch shaking the cobwebs out as Demolisher gets to his feet.
Neither man seems to be looking for a tag yet.

FH: Well when you make the tag you really want to give your partner
something to work with and neither team has found something to
capitalize on yet.

CL: Gutch seems to be getting a little winded and moves back to his
corner.



"___CRAAACK___"



[Demolisher takes his chance and kicks Gutch in the knee causing him
to buckle slightly.]

CL: Gutch pauses in his attempt to get back to his corner as
Demolisher starts to kick relentlessly at the knee.

FH: And there's a big kick to the gut of Gutch.  Here's where he'll
find that opening for his partner.

CL: Demolisher has managed to gain a bit of an upper hand here on
Gutch in the early goings.

FH: He's is playing a smart game here.  He knows that the Gutch
doesn't have a large gas tank.

CL: I think you're getting better at this Fred.

FH: Shut up.  Talk as nice as you want.  I'm not telling you I get
over with the fans.

[Chip just stares at Fred.]

[Demolisher moves in and yes he is going to try and press slam the big
man.]

CL: I'm not sure what Demolisher is thinking here, there is no way
that he can get the Gutch over his head for a press slam.

FH: Adrenaline.  He's going to will his body into doing it!

[Um... adrenaline is not going to help Demolisher lift the tremendous
girth of Gutch over his head.  A frustrated Demolisher begins to punch
away at the big man.]

CL: Demolisher begins to land a series of lefts and right to the head
of Gutch.  Gutch is starting to reel from the blows.

FH: Nobody can take a hammering to the noggin for long and stay on
their feet.

[Demolisher decides that punching the big man in the head just isn't
going to get the job done as he bounces off the ropes with a huge
clothesline.]

CL: Gutch does not go down!  That clothesline would have knocked down
a truck!

FH: There are some advantages to being that big.

CL: Demolisher right back to the press slam attempt.

FH: You're not kidding by calling it an attempt.  He needs a new
strategy...



"___BOOOOOOOOM___"





***GIANT FACE POP***




CL: That was a different strategy!  Demolisher gave up on the press
slam and went behind Gutch for an amazing release German suplex!

FH: The whole ring shook from that blow.

[Chip just shakes his head at Fred.]

CL: Demolisher makes the tag to Overkill who goes right to the top and
comes off with a huge guillotine leg drop!

FH: They need to stay on top of him.

CL: Overkill with a cover...


ONE...


TWO...


CL: Livestock in for the save!

FH: I don't think it was so much a save as trying to give Gutch a
chance to not have to kick out.



"___CRAAASH___"



[Before leaving the ring, Livestock nails Overkill with an exploder
suplex sending him towards their corner.]

FH: Now THAT was a good move.  He's buying time for Gutch and taking
time from Overkill.

CL: It's still a cheap shot from a guy that shouldn't be in the ring.

[Both wrestlers get to their feet and Overkill immediately goes back
on the attack as he bounces off the ropes and comes at Gutch with a
spinning heel kick.]



"___BOOOM___"



CL: That was ugly for Overkill!  Gutch fell forward catching the
smaller wrestler and countering the spinning heel kick with a power
slam!

FH: Gutch isn't afraid to use his weight to his advantage and once you
have 400 pounds going in one direction it can be very hard to stop.

CL: Gutch pulls Overkill to his feet and throws him into his
turnbuckle.

FH: This doesn't look good for Overkill.



"___CRUUUSH___"



CL: That corner avalanche nearly knocked Livestock off the apron!

FH: But it didn't and now we have a tag!

CL: Livestock in and wasting no time!  He rains punches down on
Overkill.

FH: You have to press the advantage when you have them like this Chip.
That's the basics.

CL: Livestock throws a couple of forearms into the side of Overkill's
head as he pulls him out of the corner.

[Livestock proceeds to slam Overkill's face into a neutral turnbuckle
before locking in a headlock.]

FH: Livestock going for the bulldog here.  Nice choice of moves.


***FACE POP***


CL: But Overkill manages to throw him off and follow that up with an
elbow drop right to the forehead!

[Livestock gets to a knee when the back of his head is greeted with
a hard enzuigiri kick that sends him back to the mat.]

CL: Overkill wants some payback as he climbs on top of Livestock and
starts pounding away!

FH: He can't do this!  Get in there ref!

CL: Zeke Craven on the apron with the distraction and Gutch is coming
in.

FH: That's it boys!

CL: Overkill sees him and lands a solid dropkick to the knee that
sends Gutch down, but Livestock has made it back to his feet.

[Overkill plants a short kick to the midsection of Livestock before
executing a perfect leaping DDT.]

CL: Overkill is on fire here!  He's pulling Livestock up and throwing
him to the ropes.



"___THUUUD___"



CL: Down goes Livestock again to a flying clothesline.  The Killing
Machines are doing there best to keep Livestock and the Gutch off
their game tonight.

FH: Well that's generally what you try to do.  But I'd say that it
almost looks like the Killing Machines are trying to out shortcut
Livestock and the Gutch.

CL: Overkill with a couple of kicks and an elbow drop to try and
soften up Livestock for Demolisher, who is now getting tagged in.

FH: The Killing Machines are sensing that it's time to really put
Livestock down.

[Demolisher walks over to Livestock and drops a big leg on him as he
tries to roll to his side.]

CL: Demolisher picks up Livestock and presses him over his head and
down for a quick press slam.

FH: That's just to try and show him who's boss.  He needs to get
serious if he wants to see his team walk out with the win.

CL: I have to disagree somewhat with you Fred.  We've seen an almost
different Killing Machines team out here tonight.  They want it bad
and are almost willing to do anything to get it.

[Demolisher sends Livestock to the turnbuckle and follows him in with
a clothesline.]



"___CRUUUNCH___"



CL: Livestock gets a leg up just in time and Demolisher ate all of
that boot!

FH: Make the tag!  No payback, just get Gutch in there!

CL: He's using the ropes for support and heading right for his corner
and... TAG!

FH: Gutch comes in like a ball of fire!

CL: Are you sure that you're using the right adjective?

[Gutch wastes no time as he stomps on the chest of Demolisher.]

CL: Gutch now standing on Demolisher's chest and abdomen.  That's got
to take some of the fire out of this guy.

FH: Believe me Chip, you don't want someone that big standing on you.

CL: Gutch pulls Demolisher to his feet and bounces off the ropes.



"___BOOOOOOOOOM___"



***HUGE FACE POP***


***PVW, PVW, PVW***


[In a super human effort Demolisher picked up Gutch and in desperation
nail a huge Death Valley Driver.]

CL: I wouldn't have thought he could do it this late in the match.
These two teams are really pulling out all of the stops.

FH: Neither man is fast to get up this time.  This match is really
taking it's toll on both teams.

[As both men get to their feet, Gutch shakes his head and yells in
rage as he picks up Demolisher and drives him back first into the
turnbuckle.]

CL: Tremendous counter move by Gutch as he staggers over to his corner
to make a tag to Livestock!

FH: Unfortunately, Demolisher manages to make his way to his own
corner where he tags Overkill.

[The two meet in the center of the ring and start exchanging blows
that rock each other to their feet.]

CL: Livestock goes for a haymaker and Overkill blocks.  Overkill fires
off a wicked right of his own that connects to the jaw of Livestock.

FH: There we go Livestock hit' em back.

CL: But Overkill blocks the blow again!  Overkill with another blow to
the jaw of Livestock that staggers the larger wrestler.  Wait, what
did he just do?

FH: I don't believe it!  Overkill just eye raked Livestock!  And a
stomp to the foot!  I'm liking this side of Overkill!

CL: Overkill, not wanting to miss this opportunity that he's created,
climbs to the top turnbuckle.

[As Livestock turns looking for Overkill, he search is rewarded with
a cross-body block from Overkill.]


***HEEL POP***


CL: Overkill had great elevation on that, but Livestock caught him!

FH: Livestock is a big guy BUT that's still impressive!

CL: Livestock is going to make Overkill pay for that with a slam...

[As Overkill's weight shifts he manages to spin around and counter the
slam with a big DDT!]


***HUGE FACE POP***


CL: Overkill with a little showboating after that timely counter.

FH: He doesn't need to celebrate until his team gets their hands
raised get back in there.

[As Livestock starts to get to his feet, Overkill lands a beautiful
spinning heel kick to the back of his head that sends him back to the
mat.]

FH: Livestock better stop eating canvas if he wants his team to pull
this one out.

CL: Um, which team are you cheering on?

FH: The winning team of course!


***FACE POP***

CL: Overkill just lunged at Gutch with a flying forearm that sent the
big man down to one knee on the apron and he's heading over to tag
in Demolisher.

FH: Their trying to end this match now Chip, better get ready for it.

CL: Things are breaking down here as the Killing Machines are setting
Livestock up for what looks to be a double team power bomb.

FH: There we go Zeke!  Get in there!

CL: Zeke Craven hops up onto the apron distracting the ref and that
brings in Gutch.

FH: He's moving at full speed!  The Killing Machines are in trouble
now!

CL: Mahmood runs over to the side of the ring where Craven is and now
he's up on the apron too!

FH: The two are now in a shoving match!

CL: Meanwhile, Gutch hammers the back of Demolisher breaking things
up.

FH: But Mahmood is getting the better of Craven!  He's tossing him
into the ring!

CL: Gutch moves to shove Overkill across the ring and help Craven to
get out of the ring.

[As Gutch helps Craven out of the ring, Mahmood runs to the other side
of the ring where Overkill and Demolisher are each holding Livestock
by an arm kicking him in the ribs.]

FH: I am liking this new side of the Killing Machines.  They aren't
letting any... Powder in the face!  Yes!  Mahmood with a fist full of
powder right into the face of Livestock.  I am loving this!

[Overkill and Demolisher run back to Gutch and send him backwards over
the top rope with a crushing double clothesline.]

CL: Gutch to the floor and the Killing Machines move back to working
over Livestock.  The ref needs to get control back of this one.

FH: I think the ref has no prayer of getting this one back under
control.

CL: Gutch is trying to get to his feet on the floor, but that was
quite a fall for a man his size.

FH: Well he better get up!  The Killing Machines are destroying his
partner!

[Overkill sends Livestock to the ropes and...]



"___SMAAACK___"



CL: Big double boot to the face of Livestock.

FH: Craven is trying to get the ref's attention, way to go.

CL: But Mahmood is right there and now chasing Craven around the ring!

[Demolisher sets Livestock on the turnbuckle for a superplex.]

CL: It may be that the Killing Machines have beaten Livestock and the
Gutch at their own game tonight.  I sense the Killing Blow coming!

[Gutch is back to his feet and he swipes Overkill off the apron as he
tries to climb the turnbuckle for his part of the Killing Machines'
finishing move.]

CL: Gutch begins to slam ham sized fists into the head and back of
Overkill as he tries to regain his senses after having been knocked
off the apron.

FH: Wait, Craven just dropped a briefcase off next to Livestock as he
ran by and Demolisher didn't see it!

CL: Neither did Mahmood as he continues to chase Craven!



"___CRAAACK___"



CL: Demolisher melts off the turnbuckle and to the mat as Livestock
tries to cave in his skull with that briefcase.

FH: Livestock just fell off the turnbuckle and onto Demolisher.  He's
even hooking the leg!

CL: The ref finally turns around...


ONE...


TWO...


THREE!!!


CL: The Killing Machines tried to beat Livestock and the Gutch at
their own game, but they came up short this time.

FH: You really can't beat a snake at it's own game.

CL: Livestock and the Gutch are heading to the back with Zeke Craven
as they celebrate a close one.  The Killing Machine brought their A
game and that may have been the best we have seen them inside the
squared circle up until this point but they just fell short.

FH: You going to blame this one on ring rust Lester?

CL: How many years have they been in retirement Fred?  It does take a
little time to get those wings back.  Let's go back to Gibson Hayes
locker room.

FH: A look into the American's Hero locker room how exciting!

[Backstage at a big event can be hectic. There are many people buzzing
about... like Gibson Hayes and Todd Johnstone. Gibson is in a red
track suit with blue field on the left breast, white stripes on the
right trouser leg and stars dotting the left shoulder. Todd is wearing
a pus white suit jacket, compost brown pair of slacks, Jackson Pollock
style dress shirt and tobacco rot black tie. Behind this duo is "Mr.
Ratings" Big Bubba Hayes, dressed in a cheap brown suit with the arms
ripped off. The two of them are arguing with the help as we listen
in... did I mention that Gibby has a bandage wrapped around his head?]

Gibson Hayes: Oh my, the world is spinning...

Todd Johnstone: Hang in there Gibby, we'll get this mess straightened
out.

[Todd calmly goes up to road agent number 683 and politely begins to
poke him in the chest very hard.]

TJ: Hey, douche nozzle, why don't you earn that $1.35 you're stealing
from real American workers and go down to your bosses' little room at
the Ramadan Inn or where ever the hell those cheapskates are staying
and tell them Gibson Hayes will not be wrestling tonight.

[The generic, non-descript road agent (who's name is Chuck because I
say it is) looks down at Johnstone.]

Road Agent: Um, no. See this clip board? *shows clipboard* This
clipboard says Gibson Hayes is schedule to wrestle. And from the looks
of it he's perfectly fine...

[You can see the little beads of sweat on Johnstone's forehead explode
from the heat generated by his anger. Johnstone begins to tap into the
road agent's chest with his cane - hard.]

TJ: That is bull[TV EDIT]! Open your eyes or are you too blinded by
dirty, greasy foreign money to see the big bandage on his head! I
suppose you were too busy praying to Tribeca or whatever dumb rock you
people whisper evil foreign stuff to to notice that at the last
Heatwave Gibson barely survived a vicious attack by one of his foreign
opponents! This is just the type of trick I'd expect from Mark Stone
but I never thought I'd see it in Phoenix Valley. Obviously the
foreign bedevilment goes farther up than first anticipated. So, I
guess we'll just have to even the odds. If you're beholden to
foreigners, if you're not swayed by the blood seeping out of that
grievous wound Gibson suffered at Heatwave...

RA: Um, that bandage is clean.

[As the agent points to Gibson's bandage Johnstone shoves the road
agent with his stomach, taking the agent's eyes off of Gibson and the
camera shot focuses on Johnstone and the agent instead of Gibson and
Big Bubba. Chuck the Road Agent begins to protest but just as soon as
he's about to call for back up Johnstone backs off. The camera returns
to a shot of everyone and Gibson's bandage now has quite a bit of red
on it, red that suspiciously looks like red marker pen, red marker pen
that Big Bubba Hayes is now smelling.]

TJ: See? We changed that bandage not less than :35 seconds ago and
it's this bloodied... again! But, for a plebeian as slope browed as
you, I guess I have will have to just come out and tell you that
Gibson Hayes has a medical exemption for tonight's match from his
doctor.  Chew on that tratior.

"Big Bubba" Hayes: An if he don't, I'll just medically clear your
face.

[Chuck pays BBH and TJ no mind.]

RA: That's funny, I'm sure that PVW's physicians checked everyone this
week, and Gibson's not on the injury list.

[Staggering into the conversation is Gibson Hayes, wobbling and
falling into the road agent, using Chuck to prop himself up.]

GH: Normally I wouldn't give scum like you the time of day.
Considering your betrayal of America and America's only true son, me,
Gibson Hayes, you should be honored that I, America's betrothed, me,
Gibson Hayes, would use you to help him stand up after my very life
was endangered thanks to "lax security" that, in reality, is just
another step in the ladder of a giant conspiracy that PVW has in
motion to do away with America's loyal sentinel, the last true
patriot, me, Gibson Hayes. I obviously could not go to a PVW
"approved" hacksaw because they're all in the pockets of evil mega-
foreign conglomorates, the kind that sell Luke Kinsey anal beads and
other nefarious objects. Why else do you think I, America's unsullied
moral compass, Gibson Hayes, would seek medical advice. I know just
how important Gibson Hayes's health is and Gibson Hayes would never,
never, never, never, never, never, never, never, never, never, never,
never, never, never, never, never, never, never, never, never, /NEVER/
try to shirk his duties as the defender of not only Television's
maidenhead but America's supple valley that needn't be dirty by vile
hands from offshore.

[Our road agent looks at Gibson, mostly confused at to what the hell
Gibby is talking about, besides Gibson.]

GH: Instead of trusting outsourced Indistani or Pakidian doctors, the
type PVW buys in bulk from their slave holdings overseas, I went to my
own personal doctor, someone I can trust and someone who has nothing
but the best interests of not only my health but America's purity in
mind. Despite my pleas and begging, my doctor told me I must not fight
this day, that I must not risk my life so that America would not be
left defenseless because we all know this four way match is nothing
more than a trap and obviously PVW is biased because no one else has
to wrestle this sort of crap match and I don't wanna wrestle this and
I can't because my doctor said so, so
there...

[Gibson moves backwards and "faints" into the arms of Big Bubba Hayes,
who holds up our intrepid double champion.]

RA: Gibson, no offense, son... but whoever your doctor is, he doesn't
have
a clue about how the wrestling business wor...

[A huge, meaty hand rests on the shoulder of the road agent, who turns
around to the odd sight of a six-foot-nine, three hundred-thirty seven
pound doctor.

The man is huge, and sports a salt-and-pepper flattop hairstyle that
no sane man has attempted to grow since the mid-1960's. He also has
big dark bushy eyebrows and a very thin mustache, a slightly chubby
face and a slightly chubbier physique.  He wears a long white
labcoat over a light blue button-up shirt and white pants.  He's also
wearing a headmirror and carrying a black doctor's bag, just in case
you somehow can't tell he's a doctor.

He's also an ex-professional wrestler, with arguably the worst
ringname
in wrestling history...]


RA: ...your personal physician?  Is Dr. Mal Practice?  Whaaa?


Dr. Mal: Dr. Malus Herbert.  MD.  I'm not working as a wrestler, I'm
working as a doctor.  So let's use my birth name for right now, and
not my ring name.  As you undoubtedly know, I'm a licensed
physician...

RA: Are you serious?!

Dr. Mal: As serious as the heart attack you're going to have if you
don't lay off the excessive carbohydrates, my friend.  Ah, but to
business.

[Mal... er, Malus?  He's NEVER used his real name on television
before.  The former WWO World Tag Team Champion pulls an X-Ray photo
out of his bag, and proceeds to state his case with a big, REALLY
fake-looking smile on his face... which he uses on television all the
time, typically preceding a cavalcade of lies and misdirection.]

Dr. Mal: As you can clearly see, Gibson's skull was damaged when your
woefully inadequate security forces failed to prevent a cowardly
assault on the champion's person with a steel chair.  This injury will
require some time for even our magnificently-conditioned champion
to...

RA: That fracture looks an awful lot like a piece of wire was stuck
under the camera lens.

Dr. Mal: Why of course it does, that's why we in the medical community
call it a wireline fracture.  You untrained laymen really aren't used
to seeing this sort of thing; leave the diagnosis to the experts.
*ahem*  As I was saying, our heroic double-champion cannot be expected
to battle such ridiculous odds as having to fight the mummified corpse
of Tom Landis, some fugitive from justice wearing a mask to hide his
identity as all cowards do, and whoever won that match I fell asleep
watching!  At the same time?  For both titles?  It's...

GH: Absurd!

Dr. Mal: ...absurd!  And so I have not cleared Gibson to defend his
championships here tonight.  Being the man that he is, he still wants
to go out there and inju... WHOOPS, I mean wrestle his opponents.

GH: Oh, that reminds me.  Hang on.

[Gibson turns his back to the camera.  He's fiddling with something;
impossible to see what.]

Dr. Mal: That is because he is a true champion, and believes in the
sanctity of our sport and the true sportsmanship that all fine
American athletes should...



RA: Gibson, you dropped your brass knuckles.

GH: Which pai... I mean, how could you accuse me of stooping so low?
HOW DARE YOU! I knew PVW was into all sorts of nefarious schemes but
framing America's last honest champion of holding onto weapons? Sir,
if I cared about knowing your name I would take it down and report it
to the higher ups but they're all in on this so it would do no go so I
would probably have to make an arrest in the name of America and
Freedom so you could no longer sully my good name! ...um, did you
happen to see where that object went? I need it for, ah, evidence! I
bet it was Tom Landis's!

Dr. Mal: But all of that will be in a fair, just, NON-TITLE
environment!  Because as Gibson Hayes' personal physician, I...

RA: ...can't determine his clearance to defend his titles!  If he's
healthy enough to WRESTLE, he HAS to defend his titles!  There's no
legal or provisional basis for saying a guy can compete but not defend
his title!

Dr. Mal: Save those judgements for the professionals!

RA: Save your breath for someone who cares!  Your motion is denied!
You don't like it, take it up with the lawyers... they're around here
somewhere, probably blindsiding someone or other...

Dr. Mal: Typical lawyer behavior, really.

RA: Get prepped, Gibson.  You're defending.

[The road agent leaves.]

TJ: You son of a bitch! Don't think I won't slap you when you aren't
looking! You and your leash holders haven't heard the last from us! I
hope your family all develops ass cancer you wage slave! Crap like you
are little turds floating in the bowl and I'm going to flush you back
down to your deserved level you pus sucking wallabie f[TV EDIT].

Dr. Mal: By the way... Gibson, you still haven't picked up the
protective finger brace  that I cleared you to use tonight.

[Mal shows Todd and Gibson a signed, notarized form... and all three
men grin evilly.]

GH: Finger brace? Oh... yeah, ouch, my finger! Thankfully for Gibson
Hayes and America that my injured finger shall be sheathed in a
protective covering that is only for medicinal purposes only and that
could not ever be used as a weapon. I shall now go pick up this
apparatus because, in my condition, any further damage to my finger
could be fatal.

[Gibson and Todd exit stage left, leaving Mal... Malus? (that just
feels so wrong) behind.]

Dr. Mal: Well, my work is done... but I wonder what other prime
economic opportunities I can find roaming around tonight...

[Uh, oh.  We cut back to the arena.]

CL: I can't believe that!  Dr. Mal Practice MD... as bad as that ring
name sounds, he really is a licensed doctor... just gave Gibson Hayes
a license to carry a weapon!

FH: That's Malus Herbert, Chip.  And he was one of the best wrestlers
in the business...

CL: ...at cheating...

FH: And winning.  If he's throwing in with Gibson Hayes and Todd
Johnstone?  Gibson might NEVER lose those titles!  Mal was one half of
one of the best tag teams of the decade, and also the guy who taught
me how to be a good color commentator.  He's seen it all, and now
Gibson getting the benefit of that wisdom?  The appropriate word is...
OUCH.

CL: And I don't think we've seen the last of him, by a long shot.
Maybe not even the last of him tonight.  And obviously, Gibson Hayes
will be front and center later, buthe WILL be defending those titles!

FH: Another travesty.

CL: Hardly.  But for right now... It's time to back into the ring as
we finally have the highly anticipated match with Caleb Foley and his
stalker!

FH: The Man with no face!

HD: Introducing first weighing in at two hundred and ten pounds...
From Dublin, Ireland ....

Here is ...

"The Fighting Irishman" Caleb Foley !!!

[All of a sudden "The Warriors Code" by The Dropkick Murphy's plays
over the PA. as the arena fills with cheers. On the jumbotron we see a
graphic and it reads "From Dublin, Ireland" CALEB FOLEY]

You're the fighter you've got the fire
The spirit of a warrior, the champion's heart
You fight for your life because the fighter never quits
You make the most of the hand you're dealt
Because the quitter never wins
No!

[The lights begin to flicker and the camera zooms into the entrance
way but "The Fighting Irishman" Caleb Foley isn't there. The crowd
begins to stir as the camera does a complete 360 and is now zooming in
on the crowd and you see the fan favorite "The Fighting Irishman"
Caleb Foley sitting in the very front row. Foley stands up and just
stands up and points to the heavens. He has his red hair buzzcut and
an eager look on his face. Dressed in all black, from the kickpads to
the boots and the jacket itself, Caleb stands up and just stares into
the ring. Foley looking completely focused for Phoenix Valley
Wrestling Pay Per View Boiling Point...]

You were born to box in a city that's seen their share
Mello, Ryan, Carney, among them your photo proudly hangs there
Above the bar in the Gaelic Club
They tell the story of a throwback
With the heart of a lion
They salute your glory

[Foley is getting a few words of encouragement for some fans while
others are patting him on the back. Foley has now made it to the ring
barricade.]

It's another murderous right
Another left hook from hell
A bloody war on the boardwalk
And the kid from Lowell rises to the bell


[Foley then leaps over the barricade and begins to walk towards the
ring. Foley slides in the ring and climbs the turnbuckle. Foley then
raises both his arms over his head as the crowd cheers him on. Foley
just stands on the top ropes and points to the sky and then blesses
himself before hoping off the turnbuckle and starts stretching for the
match...]

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

CL: This is about as motivated I've seen the Fighting Irishman in a
long time.  The Caleb Foley we have seen the last few months wasn't
the Caleb Foley we saw battling Chase Williams the first two PPVs.

FH: Foley's mind is broken.  Give credit to where credit is deserved.
This man with no face has been embedded in his mind for months.  You
can trace Foley's troubles back to when these segments began.

CL: Well, we've wondered for months of who could this man be.  We're
not going to have to wait much longer.

FH: I have a few guesses, but I'll let you know afterwards if I was
right.

CL: Is that so?

FH: Yeah, no spoilers.

CL: Foley is as anxious as everyone else in the arena right now.

[The Thomas and Mack Center goes black.]

FH: Here we go!

[There is a brief moment of clam, giving some fans a chance to flick
their lighters.]

CL: Finally, the man with no face will reveal himself.

[Darkness remains.]

V/O: Then tell me, what is it that you want me to do?

WOMAN: To make the world... bleed.

[Just then the opening notes of Slayer's "Dead Skin Mask" begin to
echo out over the arena.  For those in the know, they begin to get to
their feet.]

# How I waited for you to come #
# I've been here all alone. #

CL: No, could it?

# Now that you've arrived #
# Please stay a while #

[As the haunting ode to Ed Gein continues to play a single white
spotlight hits just in front of the entrance portal, the light bathes
a white molded mask of the maniac with a twisted glow as it rises to a
standing position.]

# And I promise I wont keep you long #
# I'll keep you forever #

CL: Oh... my... God.

FH: I knew it!  I knew it!

CL: The man with no face, is the man known as the Scrayper.

[The Scrayper stands soaking in the bright white light, his head is
tipped back looking up into the sky while his arms extend.  From
behind walks out his equally sick half-sister.  She is beautiful, pale
skin, with long raven hair that flows.  She stands to his side for a
moment, before he begins his walk to the ring.]

CL: A former EMWC Television Champion, the former GIW Tag Team
Champion, the list goes on and on... but the one thing we know about
the Scrayper is that where he goes, hell follows.

FH: The man is beyond all other we've seen or had in PVW before him.
You want someone to make the world bleed?  You got him!

CL: Foley not giving the Scrayper an inch, he's ready for this fight.
All the mind games, all the distracts, this is his chance.

[The Scrayper moves up onto the ring apron and removes his overcoat.
He wears a simple sleeveless black shirt and blood red pants.  His
olive skin is mess of scars from previous wars, but it all leads back
to the mask.  That simple, but haunting mask.]

FH: Foley's going to need more than just to bring a fight to the
Scrayper, he's going to need an army.

CL: These two are nearly equally sized, give Foley a slight nod.

FH: Yeah, but Scrayper's got him distanced in crazy by miles.

[The Scrayper leans over to his half-sister, Belle for a last minute
word before ducking into the ring.]

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___  __ \_ |  / /_ |     / /
__  /_/ /_ | / /__ | /| / /          One on One Match
_  ____/__ |/ / __ |/ |/ / Caleb Foley v. The Scrayper
/_/     _____/  ____/|____________________________________________


CL: Foley's just going to have to take the fight to him.  Look past
the mask, look past all of that and just take the fight to the
Scrayper.

FH: Good luck with that.

[The Scrayper stands in a ready position with Foley standing across
the ring ready for that bell to give him the go.  The referee looks
over the masked man with a bit of fear in his eyes, and then calls for
it.]

*DING*DING*DING!*

[Just then... at that moment, Caleb Foley stops dead in his tracks.]

CL: Scrayper dropped his guard?

FH: He did what?

CL: The Scrayper's just standing there with his arms at his sides.
Foley a bit confused by that tactic.

FH: Yeah, this is supposed to be the part where they charge across the
ring and tear each other apart.

[The Scrayper just stands there.  Defenseless.]

CL: Foley not waiting any longer!

[POP!]

CL: And flies in attacking the Scrayper with a flury of right hands!
Scrayper still not putting up any sort of defense against the attack
from Foley!

FH: Maybe a bit too easy?

CL: Foley continuing to hammer away at the Scrayper now, using those
vicious knee strikes to the midsection of the masked maniac.  Foley
has thrown out the window any attempt to be technical here.

FH: I don't think that word has entered his thoughts.

[Foley continues to slug away, each shot connects cleanly as the
Scrayper puts up on defense against the attack.  Foley slams the
Scrayper up against the corner turnbuckle and begins stomp the
Scrayper down to the mat.]

CL: Foley getting all his rage out now.

FH: And still the Scrayper hasn't put up fight one against him!

CL: The Scrayper's half-sister and manager, Belle with her back turned
to the ring... that's a bit odd.

FH: Well, yeah... but they're a bit odd to begin with.

[See continues to look away as Foley now pulls the Scrayper back up to
his feet.  He hooks on a side gutwrench hold, the Scrayper just lets
him do it without a fight.]

CL: Foley lifts...

"SLLLLAM!"

CL: ...and puts him down with a gutwrench suplex.

FH: Foley not slowing down a bit, and still the Scrayper just taking
every shot without any sort of defense.

[Belle continues to look away from the ring.  Her hands are actually
up over her eyes as the Irishman stomps away at her half-brother in
the ring.]

CL: Foley again bringing the Scrayper back up to his feet.  Reaches
back...

"SMMMACK!"

"SMMMACK!"

[Ouch.]

CL: Serves up a plate of chops!

FH: Scrayper not even flinching to put up his arms to protect himself.

CL: Foley pushing Scrayper against the ropes and sends him off to the
farside of the ring...  Foley going for the Delivery from Dublin...




[WHAT THE!?]



"SLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAMMMMMMMMMM!"





[OH MY...]



CL: SCRAYPER COUTNERED THE SPINEBUSTER AND CONNECTED WITH HIS
YASHIMOTO DDT!!

FH: That's a kill shot right there.

[The Scrayper stands up as Foley goes limp in the ring.  Just then
Belle begins to turn around as she takes her hands off of her eyes,
underneath there a twisted smile.]

CL: That Yashimoto DDT, the same move that Dan Kauffman used many
moons ago... just... just absolutely...

FH: ...devastating.

CL: Exactly.

[The Scrayper doesn't even seem to care about the pinfall as he drags
Foley's body over towards the ring ropes.  In a move, he lifts up the
limp body of Foley, and holds out his arms.  From behind, Belle snaps
the top and middle ropes twisting the outstretched arms of Foley
between them.]

CL: The Scrayper has something in mind here.

FH: He promised us an execution... I think he's going to attempt to
deliever on that promise right now.

CL: What's he going to do here?

[The Scrayper leaves the ring for a moment and begins to dig
underneath for something.  Just then he removes a metal water bucket
and brings it with back to the ring.  The referee gets in between the
Scrayper and Caleb Foley, but the Scrayper pushes past him with little
effort.]

CL: The Scrayper now pouring the water over the head of Foley...
that's going to bring him to.

FH: This cannot be good.

CL: The Scrayper now placing that bucket at the feet of Foley.

[With Foley kicking a bit, and struggling to get free, the Scrayper
hammers away with a right hands.  The referee again tries to move the
Scrayper away, but this time is shoved to the ground.]

CL: The Scrayper shoving the referee away like he wasn't even there!
And the assault just continues!

FH: That's going to earn Foley the win via disqualification.

[The bell rings, but that doesn't stop the Scrayper.]

CL: The Scrayper now motioning to his half-sister... oh no... not
this...

[She pulls out a silk bag from under the ring and hands it over to her
half-brother.  Slowly he undoes the string on the back silk bag, but
the shape gives it away, Foley looks on dazed but aware.  Just as the
Scrayper has planned, it seems.]

FH: Staplegun.

CL: For those that know of the Scrayper's past, he enjoys using the
staplegun on his opponents.

FH: Foley's about to learn about that!


"KA-CHING!"


[The first shot in gets the crowd excited for a second until they
realize that it's being done to Caleb Foley.]


"KA-CHING!"


"KA-CHING!"


"KA-CHING!"


"KA-CHING!"


[Four more shots as the crowd begins to go quiet.  The Scrayper holds
the staplegun above his head and watches the first droplets of blood
run from the wounds.  Like Hannibal Lecter, he seems to take a certain
amount of pride in his work.]

CL: This is getting sick, folks.

FH: Yeah, we're going to need someone out here.

CL: The Scrayper now reaching back...


"KA-CHING!"


"KA-CHING!"


"KA-CHING!"


"KA-CHING!"

[The crowd is in shock at this point.]

CL: ...oh come on now, stop this.

[More blood begins to roll off of Foley's face. The Scrayper
again backs off the blood drips from the nearly unconsicous face of
Caleb Foley towards the mat, but is caught by the bucket.]

FH: It looks like he's trying to catch the blood in that bucket.

CL: He is a really sick individual, if you ask me.

FH: Under that mask, I bet there's a nice big smile.

CL: The referee again calling for the bell, but this madman isn't
going to stop at that.

[Just then the Scrayper drops the staplegun at the feet of Foley.  He
cranks his neck to the side ever so slowly watching the blood drip
into the bucket he placed there.  It is at this time that his half-
sister Belle enters the ring with another black silk bag.]

CL: No, come on.  What's this?

FH: Another weapon?

CL: Oh God...

[The Scrayper fishes around in the bag and pulls out a pearl handled
razor blade.  Fans in attendance that remember pop for the Simon Ezra
reference.]

CL: Not a razor!

FH: He's _really_ going to excute Foley!!

[With a slow flick the Scrayper opens up the straight razor blade.  He
makes a motion across his neck with it and moves in slowly, the fans
begin to buzz loudly.]

CL: Wait a second!!

[Poppage!]

CL: That's Dark Soul!  Dark Soul!

[Dark Soul hits the ring and attacks the Scrayper from the side.  This
causes both the Scrayper and his half-sister to scatter from the ring
as fast as they can.]

CL: Dark Soul making the save here!  He's cleared the ring of the
Scrayper and now is attending to Caleb Foley.

[Dark Soul backs up and throws the bucket up the entrance aisle where
the Scrayper and Lady Belle are now standing.  Belle has the look of
confusion on her face, but that is quickly replaced by anger as Dark
Soul helps Foley out of the scarecrow position between the ropes.]

FH: Dark Soul might have made the save here... but he might have just
started a war.

[The Scrayper points at the Dark Soul just before he dips back into
the darkness past the entrance portal.  Dark Soul is a bit to
distracted with the blood loss from Caleb Foley.]

CL: Thank you Dark Soul.  I don't even want to know what that mad man
was aiming for.  PVW has survived Spectre ... PVW makes due with
Xavier Feyr ... But this Fred this is a whole new ball game.

FH: Hey I am a smart man Lester.  I know when to keep my mouth shut
and at this time I have no comment.

CL: How can PVW let a madman like this run free.

FH: One word Lester.

CL: What's that?

FH: Ratings.

CL: EMT's are down checking on Caleb Foley now as Dark Soul stands by
the youngster. Let's go back to the backstage as we make sure Caleb
Foley is okay.

[Back in the locker room, we see  "The Phenom" Tommy Ryder pacing,
seemingly lost in thought.  He keeps wrapping tape around his wrists
and then removing it before starting over.

Tommy's preparation is cut short by the odd, grating sound of metal on
stone.  He turns to see that Doc Holliday has entered the room.
Holliday, as seen earlier, is still sharpening his knife with a stone.
His grey eyes focus on Tommy, and it's hard to say what his expression
portends.  He seems to be examining Tommy... as if looking for
something in the "Phenom"'s eyes.

Holliday nods to Ryder, and addresses him in a polite tone.]

DH: Ryder.

Tommy Ryder: Hello Mr. Holliday.

[Doc pauses for a moment, and looks for the right way to go about
this.  He settles on...]

DH: Ryder, ah got ta ask an important ques-chin.

...you ever kill a man?

[Tommy's eyes go wide for just a moment.  His eyes look left and
right, not sure how he should answer.]

TR: No sir.  I've never killed a man.  Beat'em, but... never killed a
man.

DH: Don' git me wrong, son.  Ah ain't fixin' ta kill nobody tanight.
Ah carry this heah knife aroun', sharpenin' it, ta dissuade anyone
whut might backjump me.  On account of if'n ah was Rick Marley, ah'd
backjump th' hell out of me an' try an' put mah head out.  Normally ah
carry mah piece, but they done foun' it atta airport this time.  Ah'll
sneak it better nex' time.

But ya better hear me.  This heah ya got caught up in is th'
battleground o'hardened men.  Th' kinda man whut talks about buryin'
somebody, an' he don' mean killin' his heat.  He means killin' his
BODY heat, get me?  Me, Craven, Merc... we've all got blood on our
hands.  But you?  Yer a young man whut still got rabbit eyes.  Ya know
whut rabbit eyes is?  It's th' eyes of the herby-vore.  Yer lookin'
fer somethang ta eat.  As opposed ta th' carny-vore lookin' fer
someONE ta eat.

Now many men went real far, even ta th' top, in this business with
rabbit eyes.  Thar's legends in this business whose names're known
worldwide, an' they got rabbit eyes.  Ah ain't disrespectin' ya,
Ryder.  Yer a good wrassler, an' if ya hold ta wrasslin' an' titles
you gonna have a shot ta make good money an' git whut ya want outta
th' sport.  But War Games ain't got nothin' ta do with none o'thet.
You step inta them two rings, you gonna hafta git yer mind bent ta
survive.  You gonna hafta git wolf
eyes, hear me?

An' that'll change ya fer th' rest of yer life.

[A worried expression comes over Tommy's face.  Holliday's words are
obviously having an impact and Ryder doesn't seem to know just how he
should react.  Holliday continues.]

DH: It ain't right of me ta ask ya ta do this.  Ya got a good woman,
good prospects, an' ya ain't done no wrong ta nobody.  You kin settle
up with Nick Wright any day, on account of he's but a two-penny chump.
You don' set foot in thet cage unless you know damn well you gonna
walk out with blood on yer hands.  Blood thet don't nevah git clean.
Ya take yer last step as an innocent man, an' yer first step ta bein'
one of us. One o' the hardened ones.  One they fear.  Ya showed las'
show against Cole thet th' capability is inside ya. But make no
mistake... yer mind, conscience, an' soul will be stained ferevah
if'nya git in this mess. Ya un'nerstand me?

[Ryder's body sighs in an answer.  The look of uncertainty in his eyes
now gone, Ryder looks up to answer
Holliday.]

TR: I understand you Mr. Holliday.  To be honest there are men that
will be in that cage that I don't need to settle with... I WANT to
settle with.  WMI always has the numbers advantage and that's not
going to happen in that cage once everyone is in.  Wright, Masterson,
Marley... they started this and I want to help put an end to it.  I
don't think I have any mercy left when it comes  to that group.  You
can count on me.

[Holliday claps Tommy on the shoulder and nods.]

DH: Yer a good kid, Tommy Ryder.  Ah don' wanna see ya start down a
road ya ain't prepared ta travel.  On account of ya won't be a good
kid no mo' when ya come out th' othah side.  Th' worl'don' need no mo'
men lak me.

[Doc turns to walk out, as Ryder seems to be deep in thought.  We cut
back to the ring where some of the ring crew are setting up two long
poles one on each side of the ring diagonal from each other.  Security
bring down a case and as they open it the two Mounties Shock sticks
that will be used for the match are seen inside the case.]

CL: They are getting the ring ready for the Mounties Shock Stick on a
pole match.

FH: Finally the games end.  The Wild _clowns_ will feel the shock for
a second time. I hope this time Canadian Legacy doesn't let loose
until those two wet themselves.  Now that would make me laugh.

CL: The Wild Cards are no stranger at this point to those shock
sticks.  Canadian Legacy came down last Heatwave after their match
with Urban Legend and gave Marley and Baldwin a taste.

FH: A taste?  Baldwins eyes almost popped out.  I go into a laughing
fit everytime I watch it.  Hey Baldwin turn around ...
AAAAGGHHHAAAAAGHHHHH!

[Hoyle busts out into a laughing frenzy.]

CL: Are you done?

FH: [Trying to hold back laughs ..]  Give me a few more seconds.

CL: Folks forgive my colleague.

FH: AAAAGGHHHAAAAAGHHHHH!

[The dull throb of a single snare drum is heard as the lights dim. Red
and white spotlights shine on the entrance.]

*BRUMP*

*BRUMP*

*BADDABADDABADDABADDABADDA BRUMP*

*BRUMP*

*BRUMP*

*BADDABADDABADDABADDABADDA BRUMP*

HD: Being led to the ring by their manager Don Cameron... Hailing from
River Hebert, Nova Scotia and Montreal, Quebec, Canada respectively,
at a total combined weight of 500 pounds...

...here are Alain McDonald, Marc Denis, otherwise known as "CANADIAN
LEGACY"!

[The last echo of the drum fades out, and then the guitar twang of
"Last American Exit" by The Tragically Hip starts to play, as the boos
pick up quite a bit.]

# You know the reasons I can't conceal #
# You know I'm leaving you obviously know how I feel #
# You know I'm tired of crawling 'hind my name among the crowd #

[Alain MacDonald, Marc Denis and Don Cameron step out onto the ramp,
side by side. Cameron has the gold cane in his right hand.]

# It's not a matter of wrong or right #
# It ain't much better than drinking and looking to fight #
# It's not as easy as calling out your name when I'm down #

[Denis with his brown hair cut short, wears a red and white singlet.
MacDonald, the huge man, wears a pair of red shorts, with white tape
wrapped around each of his wrists. Cameron is in a dark navy blue suit
with a black tie.]

# I'm on the last American exit to the northland #
# I'm on the last American exit to my homeland #
# I'm on the last American exit to my last chance #
# They keep calling out my name - I shout it down #

[Cameron looks towards Denis and MacDonald as his two legacies nod.
Then Cameron lifts the gold cane up and points it towards the ring and
they make their way down, Cameron using the cane to walk. As soon as
they get into the ring, Cameron stands by their corner and nods, a
small smile on his face.]

FH: If anyone knows how to win a Mounties Shock Stick on a pole match
it's these three.

CL: Why is that?

FH: They are Canadian!  It's in their blood!

[The arena lights dim and laser lights begin to play along the
rafters.  After a moment a breathy woman's voice comes over the PA
system and asks "Are you ready to go Wild?"

"Wild Side" by Motley Crue kicks into high gear over the announce
system as two figures appear at the entryway.

The first is a well built man with short cropped sandy blond hair
wearing a black long legged singlet with purple tights over the top.
On the outside of his black wrestling boots there is a picture of a
pair of dice (showing snake eyes).

The second, and larger is a heavily muscled, bald man with a goatee.
Standing nearly seven feet tall, he wears a black long legged singlet
with purple tights over the top.  On the outside of his black
wrestling boots there is a picture of a pair of cards (Jack of Spades
and Ace of Spades...which matches the tatoo on his right bicep).  He
wears black elbow and knee pads to finish off his gear.]

HD: Now making their way to the ring, weighing in at a combined
total of 540 lbs. They are "The Gambler" Judd Marley and Black Jack
Baldwin...

THE WILD CARDS!

[The fans erupt into applause as the three men make their way down to
the ring slapping hands with the fans as they go.  As they reach
ringside, Baldwin steps over the top rope while Marley climbs the
turnbuckle in the 'Cards' corner points out to the fans, stands on the
second turnbuckle looking out into the crowd for a moment before
hopping down and facing his opponents.]

FH: What did the legend Mr. Sinatra say?  Send in the clowns.

CL: Listen to the fans roar as the Wild Cards point up at the Mounties
sticks.  Baldwin is acting like he is being shocked in mocking
Canadian Legacy.

FH: Or maybe he is reliving the hell Canadian Legacy gave him on
Heatwave!

CL: Don Cameron is point towards the Wild Cards and apparently
demanding that referee Max Kelly search them closer.

FH: We know how those cheating clowns are.

[The referee checks both men's boots and elbow pads ... He nods and
calls for the bell ..]

___________    ____       ________________________________________
___  __ \_ |  / /_ |     / /
__  /_/ /_ | / /__ | /| / /     Mounties Shock Stick on a Pole
_  ____/__ |/ / __ |/ |/ /     The Wild Cards v. Canadian Legacy
/_/     _____/  ____/|____________________________________________



*DING*DING*DING*


CL: The bell has been sounded and this match is finally under way.
The two Mounties Shock Sticks are hung diagonally from each other.
Whatever winning team can remove them and shock their opponents will
win the match.

FH: Shock the cards!  Shock the cards!  Shock the cards!

CL: What are you doing?

FH: I am trying to get a chant going.

[Marc Denis and Judd Marley are set to start the match off.  Big Alain
MacDonald and Jack Baldwin stand on their respected aprons...]

CL: Denis and Marley lock up.  Marley with a hammerlock.  Denis quick
on his feet and spins around.  The two fight for position!

FH: Marc Denis can wrestle with the best of them.  If I am  not
mistaken he was is multi time national Canadian world champion.

CL: Where did you hear that?

FH: The Internet.

CL: Marley has the upper hand and tags in big Jack Baldwin. The Cards
begin to work over Denis.

[Marley steps to the outside and after a few close range forearm shots
Baldwin re-tags Marley quickly back in.  They send Denis off the ropes
and double back elbow!]

CL: Some early team working by the Wild Cards.  Denis quickly back up
and charges Marley and shoves him back into his corner.

FH: Heads up move by Denis.  While Marley thought they had the
upper hand get aggressive.  Denis tags in MacDonald and big shot to
the
mid-section by the big man.

[MacDonald grabs the arm of Marley and goes for an Irish whip ...
reverses it and sends Marley at a short range right into his own
corner and re-tags in Marc Denis...  Marley now trapped like a dog in
a cage begins to fight out ... Big right on MacDonald ... Kicks Denis
in the stomach and charges out locking his arms - ]


"___THUUUUUUUUUUUD___"


CL: BELLY-TO-BELLY BY MARLEY!!! He does a flip forward and tags
"Black" Jack Baldwin again!  Big rights by Baldwin and backs Denis up
in the corner.  MacDonald rushes in and BIG dropkick by Baldwin!

FH: Get some control of the Wild Cards ref!

[Denis grabs Baldwin and goes to whip him across ... Baldwin reverses
and BIG BOOT!  MacDonald stumbles back up to get a short-arm lariat.
Denis charges ... TILT-A-WHIRL BACKBREAKER!!!!  Denis and MacDonald
both roll outside the ring on opposite sides.  Baldwin off the ropes
SUICIDE DIVE ONTOP OF MARC DENIS ... Meanwhile Marley off the ring
apron cross-body takes Alain MacDonald off his feet.  The fans go
wild!!!!]

CL: THE WILD CARDS KICKING ALL KINDS OF CANADIAN BUTT!

FH: This is an outrage.  How can Max Kelly let this go on?

CL: Baldwin driving Denis back against the side of the apron he drives
close range forearm shots and knee lifts... He backs up and goes for a
Yakuza kick but Denis just gets out of the way!

[Baldwin turns as Denis drops down with a jaw shattering jaw
breaker...]

FH: Now that is how you regain control.  Denis now leaps with a rana
and takes Baldwin down to the cement where the clown belongs!  Have I
ever told you Lester how much I hate that SOB.

CL: On many occasions Fred.  Marley and MacDonald have returned to
their respected sides of the aprons.  Cameron is ordering Denis to
return to the ring and finish this thing.

[Denis slides into the ring and begins climbing up the turnbuckles ...
Fans begin booing as Denis reaches for the Shock Stick ... Judd Marley
rushes in from behind and grabs one of Denis leg to force him to
stumble.  MacDonald steps in and nearly takes the head off Judd
Marley.  He turns as Baldwin off the ropes with a cross-body!]

CL: A close call that was broken up by the Cards.  There is no DQ's in
this match Fred.  So the referee doesn't have all that much power as
he tries to keep control of things.  Denis is now on his feet and
Marley turns .... DROPKICK OFF THE TOP ROPES!!!!

FH: Damn straight!

[Baldwin now up and turns he catches Denis shoot off a kick ...
Brings his other up and smashes Baldwin into the back of the skull
with an enziguri!]

CL: Canadian Legacy now looking like they are in total control.  Denis
turns and grabs Marley by his skull and begins choking him on the
middle ropes.

FH: Take the life out of them before you shock it back into them!

[MacDonald and Baldwin are on their feet ... BIG towering right hand
by MacDonald.  Baldwin rifles back and returns a hard right of his
own. MacDonald charges and sends Baldwin right over the top ropes with
a clothesline and puts him right back on the floor.]

FH: See ya Black Jack!

CL: Denis now stepping back on the apron leaving MacDonald to pull
Marley up ...

[MacDonald pounds away on the Gambler, driving him into a neutral
corner with clubbing blows. Alain MacDonald puts the boots to the ribs
of Marley driving the breath out of him, then whips him into the
opposing corner. The big Canadian comes charging but Marley dodges the
attack, causing MacDonald to run chest-first into the turnbuckles.
Judd Marley sweeps the legs out from underneath MacDonald but as he
turns around Marc Denis runs down the ring apron and plows him down
with a Clothesline.]

CL: Canadian Legacy taking orders from Cameron know and are in full
control.  Baldwin has slowly returned to his corner.  Alain MacDonald
mounts the fallen Judd Marley and brutally pounds away on him with
right hands. These shots are BRUTAL!

FH: Where are the mind games now?  Things aren't so funny anymore eh?

[Alain MacDonald grabs the leg of Judd Marley and locks him in a
Single Leg Crab, but drags him over to the corner of Canadian Legacy
while in the submission, tagging out to Marc Denis. Denis springboards
... and drops an elbow on the back of Marley's head!]

FH: Now that is how you enter a match!

CL: Denis pulling Marley up in a front headlock and hits him with a
CLUBBING blow to the back that puts Marley on his knees.

[Marley now crawling toward the ropes and Denis bounces off the ropes
and charges at Marley but baseball slides to the outside and simply
decks him with a right hand which sends the Gambler rolling back into
the middle of the ring.]

CL: Denis just knocked the taste right out of Marley's mouth.  Baldwin
is on the outside looking for the tag.

FH: Denis looking like he is going to go for that shock stick again
... He begins climbing up ....

[HUGE POP as Marley leaps up and grabs Denis from behind on the top
turnbuckles ...  Denis swings a back elbow but Marley evades it and
lifts up leaping backwards  --- ]


"___THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"


CL: GERMAN SUPLEX FROM THE TOP ROPES!!!! Marley crawling to his corner
... Baldwin is reaching!!!!

FH: Don't look now Lester but Denis is making the tag!

[BOOOOOOO!!! Denis makes the tag first and MacDonald makes it to
Marley in time before a tag to the fresh man is made.  Alain MacDonald
locks Judd Marley in a camel clutch submission hold. Marley's face is
towards Baldwin as he grimace's...  MacDonald taunts Baldwin saying
you'll never get in!]

CL: MacDonald is firing up Baldwin ...  The referee - Max Kelly is
telling Baldwin to stay put as Baldwin began to step through the
ropes.  Folks there isn't really DQ's in a match like this but the
rules are strongly encouraged to still be enforced by the officials as
this isn't a NO DQ stipulation event.

FH: Okay if that makes sense.

[MacDonald releases his submission and pulls Judd Marley up. He whips
the Gambler off the ropes ....  Tilt-O-Whirl Powerslam!!!!!]


"___THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"


FH: Look at Don Cameron applauding.  He is quite happy with the
punishment his men are dishing out on Judd Marley.

CL: MacDonald looks up at the Shock Stick and then decides to put the
boots onto Marley as he began to push himself up.  He puts the Gambler
in an arm wrench and drags him over to his corner where he tags back
out to Marc Denis again.

[MacDonald holds Marley in a double chicken wing leading to Denis
giving Marley a boot to the gut.  Denis turns Marley around and hooks
him up for a vertical suplex but throws him forward instead, allowing
Alain MacDonald to catch Marley's feet on his shoulders. MacDonald
rests the Gambler throat-first on the top rope and bounces off the
ropes. Denis jumps over his own partner hitting a Leapfrog body
guillotine!]

FH: What team work!   What a display of ability!  Don Cameron had
these
two men ready for a war!

CL: Baldwin is itching at getting into the match and the referee has
had to keep one eye on him at all times to keep order in this tag team
match.

FH: If Baldwin would use his brains he would realize that this hurts
his chances at getting in.  However nobody ever claimed Baldwin had a
brain.

[Marc Denis pulls Marley to his feet, only to extend his arm and boot
him in the ribs to keep the momentum going. Marc Denis calls a big
impact move and lifts Marley up and looks for an old school piledriver
but Marley with a back body drop counter!]

CL: Marley with a back body drop!!!!  He grabs Denis and catapults him
face-first into his own partner's cranium on the ring apron!

FH: EEKS!

[Marley drops and begins crawling to his corner while Marc Denis who's
now holding his head in agony, staggers after him. Marley dives for
the tag ....   THE CROWD ROOOOOARS!!!!!!!]

CL: HOT TAG!!!! BALDWIN RUSHES IN AND DOWN GOES DENIS!!!!!

FH: Get him MacDonald!

[... Maybe he heard Fred or maybe he didn't but Alain MacDonald rushes
in .... Baldwin dodges his clothesline!  Gorilla press --- ]


"___THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"


CL: BACKBREAKER!!!!   Baldwin calls that "Dead Man's Hand"!

FH: This isn't looking good at all!

[Baldwin picks Marc Denis up in a suplex, but lands him crotch first
over the top rope, so that he is straddling it... He then grabs the
rope and bounces it up and down with gusto till he falls off!]

CL: Hold 'em's Revenge!  Black Jack is on fire!!!  OUCH!!!

FH: HA TAKE THAT ...

[Fans boo as MacDonald hit Baldwin in the groin with a low blow...
Baldwin is doubled up as MacDonald stumbles to his feet ... However
Baldwin raises with a big grin.  He makes a fist and knocks against
his pelvis revealing a cup!!!  MacDonald turns and Baldwin traps both
of his arms while facing the big Canadian, Baldwin then fire a series
of fast, hard head butts into his face, nose and head region.]

CL: Baldwin goes for the trifecta and hits his _third_ signature move,
Double Down!!!!

FH: Cameron is up on the apron and he swings his cane down cracking
over Baldwins back ...

[Baldwin turns and grabs the Canadian Legacy manager and yanks him
into the ring ....  He stops him as he is just smashed into the back
of his head by Marc Denis who leaped into a ghettoblaster!!!!]


"___CRAAAAAAAACK___"


FH: Don Cameron is a genius.

CL: Marc Denis is stumbling around ... Wait there is JUDD!!!  He grabs
Denis ...


"___THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"


[HUGE POP as Marley lands a picture perfect dragon suplex.  Marley
still shaking the cobwebs notices MacDonald slowly getting up and he
charges hitting a short-arm clothesline pushing MacDonald into the
corner... He grabs a big leg of MacDonald  and splits them wide with
one on each side of the ropes ...]

FH: He isn't!!!!!

CL: I think he is!

[The fans go wild as Marley backs up and runs _PUNTING_ MacDonald
right between the legs!!!!!]

CL: MacDonald will be singing soprano tonight!!!!

FH: Those dastardly Wild Cards.  I can't believe the official is
letting them get away with this!  Is Judd Marley the legal man? NO!
When has kicking below the belt been allowed?

CL: First off _both_ members of Canadian Legacy were fighting Baldwin.
They attempted to low blow him and hit him with a cane.  You are
complaining at the tactics the Wild Cards are using?

FH: Since when did you become a cheerleader for the Wild Cards?  Do
you hate Canadians?

[Marley begins to climb the top turnbuckle.  He is a tad bit slower
then usual as he took quite the beating earlier in the match.  The
stick dangles down just out of reach of Marley as he attempts to grab
it.]

CL: Judd is reaching for that shock stick ...  Marc Denis is on his
feet.  He charges up across the ring and begins reaching for the
opposite shock stick!

FH: It's a race to get a shock stick!


J U D D ! ! !   J U D D ! ! !   J U D D ! ! !   J U D D ! ! !


J U D D ! ! !   J U D D ! ! !   J U D D ! ! !   J U D D ! ! !


J U D D ! ! !   J U D D ! ! !   J U D D ! ! !   J U D D ! ! !


J U D D ! ! !   J U D D ! ! !   J U D D ! ! !   J U D D ! ! !


CL: MARLEY HAS ONE!!!!

FH: SO DOES DENIS!!!

[HUGE POP as Marley drops down  ...  Baldwin stumbles up as Denis hops
off ...  Denis goes to stick Baldwin with the shock stick but a puff
of white powder is slung from Baldwin right into the air and Denis
face ....]

CL: What the ....

[Marley thrusts the shock stick into MacDonald who gingerly makes to
his face .....]


"___THZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ___"


[Baldwin kicks Denis hand who is blinded by the white powder and picks
up the fallen shock stick.  He turns and dives thrusting it up
planting the other shock stick right in Denis behind ....]


"___THZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ___"


*DING*DING*DING*


[HUGE HELL YES POP!!!!!!!!]


CL: THE WILD CARDS HAVE DONE IT!!! THEY HAVE GOTTEN THEIR
REDEMPTION!!!!!  THEY HAVE GRABBED THOSE SHOCK STICKS BY GOD AND GAVE
CANADIAN LEGACY A TASTE OF THEIR OWN MEDICINE!

FH: This can't be happening ...

[Don Cameron is on the outside outraged.  He screams at the Wild Cards
who hold up the Mounties Shock Stick high in the air as the fans
erupt in cheers.  Marc Denis has rolled to the outside holding his
butt.  He walks like he just had volts run through his ass ...
MacDonald rolls out holding his mid-section feeling the after effects
of being shocked.]

CL: We just found out who the tag team legends are.  Don Cameron and
Canadian Legacy started a fight they couldn't finish.  The Wild Cards
were forced to fight at their own game but in the end they over came
the odds and still won the match.

FH: This is turning out to be the worst day of my life.

CL: What's this Cameron has changed his rage from the Wild Cards and
now it's aimed towards his own team!

FH: Don Cameron is fuming!

[BOOOOO! The crowd is really letting the Canadian Legacy manager hear
it.
MacDonald stops and looks towards the ring and Wild Cards, who are
still
celebrating. He says something to Denis, and the two leave Cameron
behind in shock, as they go towards the ring. The Wild Cards dare the
two to bring it as they are ready for another fight... Marc Denis
holds up both hands.]

CL: Canadian Legacy isn't looking for a fight...

FH: What's this???

[Denis and MacDonald offer their hands ... The Wild Cards are bit
taken back after what they have been through.  They accept but on the
defensive side expecting Legacy to have some sort of underhanded trick
ready...]

CL: The Wild Cards and Canadian Legacy are shaking hands and what's
this Denis and MacDonald hold up Wild Cards' hands in victory.

FH: I don't know what to say Lester.  Look at Don Cameron!

CL: Canadian Legacy and Cameron have always stood for respect, no
matter what. If you earned it, they treated you differently.

FH: Well Cameron sure doesn't look like he agrees with this sudden
sign of "respect".

[Canadian Legacy give the Wild Cards one final nod and leave the ring.
Cameron is obviously pretty upset. He starts yelling at his tag-team.
A near by camera picks up the managers voice ...]

Cameron: What the hell was that? What the hell were you doing?

[Denis pats him on the shoulder.]

Denis: They earned our respect. They won.

[Cameron is incredulous.]

Cameron: What are you talking about?

Denis: But...




"___THAAAAAAAAAAAAACK___"




[... And Cameron belts Denis in the back of the head with his cane.]



[OOOOOOOOH SHOCKING POP!!!!]



CL: What the heck?  Don Cameron just smacked Denis in the back of the
head with his own cane.

FH: Sometimes you have to treat your boys like your kid.  If you do
something wrong knock a little sense into them!

[Denis gets up quickly, and MacDonald has to hold him back from
Cameron. Both Cameron and Denis are yelling at each other, MacDonald
holding the smaller Denis back. The crowd is enjoying this, cheering
Denis on.]

CL: The fans are encouraging Marc Denis to get some retribution.  The
Wild Cards are still in the ring and they aren't sure what to think of
it.

FH: I bet these two clowns were behind this from the start!

[Finally MacDonald says something to the two of them, and Cameron and
Denis
stop yelling. They start talking, then the three of them share a hug.]

FH: Now this is more like it!  See a fathers love.

CL: I don't know Fred it seemed like things were about to boil over
for a moment.

[Crowd boos. Canadian Legacy disappear behind the curtain.]

CL: Wow folks I just don't know _what_ to say.

FH: I do it all started to go down hill after the Wild Cards grabbed
those damn shock sticks.  I told you Wild Cards = problems in the PVW.
Michaelson should get rid of these goofs as quickly as he can.

CL: The fans love the Wild Cards!

[The Cards are slapping the fans hands as they head up the aisle way
to a nice ovation.]

CL: What a night thus far.  From the looks at things a-bit earlier Doc
Holliday is ready for what-ever the Widowmakers have tonight.

FH: He better be.  Marcus Manson, Xavier Feyr, The Made Men, and Rick
Marley.  That's the A team right there.  He isn't back leading the
band of Widowmakers he had protecting him.  These guys are the real
deal.  The all-stars from _both_ brands.

CL: Holliday is quite aware of the task in-front of him.  However in
our next match ... Will Geddings finally has a chance at some
retribution as he plans to give Vandal Gomez his judgement day.

FH: Good luck ... Geddings is SSN's new favorite punching bag.

["Rain Wizard" by Black Stone Cherry hits the PA system.]

HD: Introducing first Toledo, Ohio ... Standing at five foot eight and
weighing in at two hundred and nineteen pounds ....


VANDAL GOMEZ!!!


[SSN's albino assassin steps out from the entrance way.  He stands
with his white dreadlocks hanging over his SSN labeled T-shirt.  His
purple eyes stare towards the ring and he begins walking down the
aisle way. Scars mark his body from his years destroying himself in
the sport, with most being "mementos" of his time in the Death match
rings.

He has on Long, black tights with flames emblazoned on the sides of
the legs.  Inside the flames, the phone number of the law firm he
works for is obvious.  He makes his way down the aisle way and dives
under the ropes and turns awaiting his arch rival.]

CL: Vandal Gomez took the orders handed down by Zeke Craven and took
it to a whole new level.  It was called the fireball heard around the
world.

FH: Hey think of the bright side.  We didn't have to look at Geddings
ugly mug.

HD: His OPPONENT ...

[HUGE FLYKING POP!!!!]

HD: Hailing from Florence, South Carolina .... Standing at six foot
one and weighing in at two hundred and fifteen pounds ...


THE FLYKING ...


WILL GEDDINGS !!!


["Halloween" by Dave Matthews Band begins to a huge face pop. Will
Geddings emerges from the backstage area, mask and all, and
immediately begins to sprint towards the ring. Noticeable is a duffel
bag hanging over his left shoulder. Having hit the ring, he slides
underneath the bottom rope, drops the bag, and waits for the bell.]

CL: I wonder what could be in the bag that Geddings brought to the
ring with him.

FH: He could have been nice and is supplying the PVW with his own body
bag Lester.

CL: Sometimes I wish Preston was still here ...

FH: Why he hates you as much as I do Lester.


___________    ____       ________________________________________
___  __ \_ |  / /_ |     / /
__  /_/ /_ | / /__ | /| / /           One on One Match
_  ____/__ |/ / __ |/ |/ /      Will Geddings v. Vandal Gomez
/_/     _____/  ____/|____________________________________________



*DING*DING*DING*


FH: And here we go, Lester ... a chance for Vandal Gomez to put
Victory Lane down once and for all!  And he's letting the masked moron
know where he works... look at the stitching on that great SSN
corporate logo, Lester!

CL: I don't think Will Geddings likes it very much... he spits on it
from across the ring!

FH: What a disgusting display from Victory Lane!

CL: It's Will Geddings, Fred... and both men lock up in the center of
the ring, jockeying for position.  Geddings with an arm-ringer, Gomez
rolls through and reverses but Geddings counters with a drop toe-hold,
floats over with a headlock but Vandal with a leg scissor counter!

FH: Geddings can't hope to outwrestle Gomez here!

CL: Geddings to his feet, Gomez rolls to his... and gets hit hard with
a forearm!  Another forearm!  And a third, fourth, trapping Vandal
against the ropes with shot after shot!

[The crowd is on their feet, and Geddings sends Gomez off the ropes
with an Irish whip! He rushes in right behind and leaps up with a
picture perfect drop kick to the approval of the roaring fans in
attendance!]

FH: Keep showing off, Victory... you're just wrapping yourself tighter
in the trap that Gomez is setting.

[As Geddings springs back to his feet Gomez slowly shakes his head to
the side and begins to push himself up. Geddings drives forward
clubbing Gomez with a Double Axe Handle that flattens the albino to
the mat once again. The crowd continues to roar it's approval for the
masked Geddings.]

CL: Will Geddings taking control in this early going, stalking the SSN
lawyer as he struggles to his feet... waist lock from behind, he pops
the hips and DRIVES him to the mat with a belly to back suplex!
Cover...



One...









Two...









kick out!



FH: Strickland isn't in the business of employing guys who just lay
down so easily!

[Geddings pulls Gomez to his feet and staggers him back with another
forearm below the chin!  Gomez slumps against the corner, and Geddings
hauls him up to sit on the top turnbuckle!]

CL: Looks like Geddings might be going for a superplex here... but
Vandal with a shot to the gut!  Another shot!  He shoves Geddings out
of the corner, and catches him trying to come back in with a boot to
the face!

FH: Another boot!  The last place Geddings wants to be is on the mat
while Vandal is up top!

CL: Gomez leaps off the second turnbuckle and catches Geddings with a
double axe-handle!!!  Not wasting any time, Gomez pulls Geddings to
his feet and whips him to the ropes.... and catches him with a great
Yakuza kick!

[Vandal Gomez whips his hair back and soaks in the jeers for a moment,
watching as Geddings struggles to his feet... he rushes the ropes
again, springboards off the second rope and flips back!!!]





>>>>THUMP!!!!<<<<<





CL: Good lord!  Springboard inverted DDT!!!!!

FH: A beautiful move from the Lawyer, and he takes a nonchalant cover
across the chest of Victory Lane....







One...











Two....











KICKOUT!!!



CL: Vandal not happy with the count, demanding the referee make faster
next time around.  He rises to his feet... and drops with a head butt!

FH: He focused that one on the back of the head...

[Gomez gets to his knees and grabs the head of Geddings and slams it
viciously into the mat twice. As Gomez releases the head, Geddings
shakes his head slowly and grabs his forehead with his hands. Gomez
though is not letting up for a second.]

FH: And now he straddles Lane across the back, working those laces
loose on the back of the mask!

[Gomez paintbrushes the back of the neck and tugs at the laces,
loosening the ties as he continues to taunt Will!  Geddings manages to
struggle out from beneath Gomez and slides to the outside of the ring,
trying to adjust the mask!]

CL: Will Geddings doesn't want the world to see his scarred face...
but here comes Gomez!!!



>>>HEEL POP!!!!<<<<



CL: Slingshot up and over, catches Will Geddings across the back and
drives him to the cement floor!

FH: And that highlight brought to us from Strickland Sports Network,
courtesy of Vandal Gomez!

[Gomez stands to his feet and smirks at the prone figure of Will
Geddings. Gomez with a vicious stomp to the back of Geddings and
follows up with an elbow drop to the small of Geddings back. As
Geddings tries to push himself to his feet Gomez stands up and quickly
drops a knee to the side of Geddings' head sprawling him out once
again on the concrete.]

CL: The lawyer is now trying to make short work of Will Geddings...
pulling the masked superstar to his feet and whipping him across the
aisle and HARD into the guardrail!

[Geddings drops to a seated position and Vandal Gomez measures him
up... he takes a few steps back and then rushes across the aisle!  The
fans scream in shock and horror as ....




>>>>CRASH!!!<<<<<





GOMEZ DRIVES A YAKUZA KICK IN THE HEAD OF WILL GEDDINGS!!!!]



CL: Good lord!!! The impact of that kick sent the guardrail behind
Geddings crashing into the front row... the back of Geddings head just
CRACKED against that unforgiving steel!

FH: Another punishing move courtesy of Strickland's rising star!

[Gomez thrusts his hands into the air as the boos from the fans begin
to come more furious now. Gomez grabs Geddings by his jaw and just
fires a right hand right between the masked eyes. He follows up with a
second one and then just shoves Geddings head hard into the guardrail
again.]

FH: The people here need to show a little more appreciation for the
effort from Vandal Gomez!

[And that's when it happens... Gomez suddenly staggers forward,
covering the back of his head as a plastic cup of beer explodes on
contact with his skull!  The shirt is soaked and Gomez spins to lock
his sights on some college kid.... ]

CL: Look at the fury in his eyes... that kid better get out of here
with security before Gomez gets to him!

FH: I don't think that kid is going to be that lucky!

[The camera follows as Gomez manages to chase down the younger man,
grabs him by the nape of his teeshirt, and yanks him around.  Spinning
to face Gomez, the younger man tries to cover up... but gets BELTED on
the side of the head!  Gomez grabs the kid before he falls... and
sends him flying into the guardrail!!!]

CL: ..Oh my god... someone needs to get security out here, and bring
some medics.  That kid may have cross the line here tonight, but Gomez
just went overboard on teaching him a lesson!

FH: Overboard?  Gomez is here to wrestle, he's not here to be stoned
by an angry mob... and that kid had no business throwing his beer.  Is
he even old enough to buy that beer?

CL: It doesn't matter if he's old enough to buy a beer! Gomez crossed
the line!

FH: No the fan did! You don't assault a man ... I don't care if you
like him or not! That kid should be charged with assault Lester!

[Gomez backs away as security comes rushing down to ringside... and
turns just as Geddings gets to his feet and NAILS the lawyer with a
stiff shot beneath the jaw!]



>>>> HUGE FACE POP!!!!<<<<<



CL: Gomez distracted and Geddings was able to recover... another shot!
Another!  And Gomez is just rolled into the ring...

FH: Where is he getting this second wind?!?!!

CL: Geddings to the apron... he takes the measure and leaps to the top
rope!  GOOD LORD!!! Springboard and HERE'S THE ROYAL TREATMENT!

FH: Shooting star press?!?!!!




[HUGE POP!!!!]




CL: Here's the cover....







One...











Two....













SHOULDER UP!!!!



FH: He can't keep him down!  Lane hit one of his biggest moves in the
arsenal and he STILL couldn't keep Gomez down!

CL: Geddings frustrated... but he pulls Gomez to his feet and chops
him across the chest! Another chop!





>>>>> WHOOOOOO!!!!!!<<<<<<<





>>>>>>WHOOOOO!!!!!!!<<<<<<<





>>>>>>WHOOOOO!!!!!!!<<<<<<<





FH: Come on, ref!  Get them out of the corner!



CL: Will Geddings getting some measure of revenge, tagging that chest
over and over again... and he whips Gomez out!  Running close
behind... into a hard clothesline in the opposite corner!!!

[Geddings drags Gomez out of the corner... and SNAPS the lawyer back
with a sniff looking flatliner! Geddings springs to his feet and pulls
Gomez up and quickly slams him hard into the mat with a scoop slam.
Geddings kips up and drives the point of his elbow into the heart of
Gomez.]

FH: Geddings needs to make a cover here, but he's too focused on
punishing Gomez... not a smart move to leave your opponent for a big
high risk move like this! Geddings standing on that top turnbuckle
showboating for the fans as he thrusts his arms high into the air!

CL: Moonsault off the top turnbuckle...




[HEEL POP!!!]



FH: And he lands across the raised knees of Vandal Gomez!  I told you
he took too long... now he's going to pay for not pressing the
advantage!

CL: Gomez struggling to his feet as the Flyking clutches his
stomach... Vandal moves in and crosses his opponents arms beneath him!
And the FLAMES OF MERCY come crashing down!!!  Gomez sits out for the
pin combo...







One...











Two...











Thr... NO!!!!



FH: How did he kick out of that?!?!!!

CL: That's what Gomez wants to know... he's up and in the referee's
face!

[Vandal Gomez stands up and gets in the referee's face. He begins to
point angrily as he screams at the referee to go back to school and
learn how to count.]

CL: Geddings rolling to his knees... GOOD LORD!!!

FH: Boot to the head!

CL: Geddings dropping back to the mat after another yakuza kick from
Vandal Gomez...

Gomez once again mounts the form of Geddings and wraps his pale hands
across the throat of Geddings.]

CL: ... and Gomez just choking Will!  Come on ref... get him off!





One...







Two...







Three...







Four....





FH: And he breaks it before the five count, avoiding the DQ... Gomez
isn't some dumb rookie!  He knows how to work the rules!   He didn't
pass the bar for nothing!

CL: Passing the bar means nothing! Gomez and the rest of SSN are
nothing but low lives ...

FH: Keep it up Lester I could use a new play by play man ...

CL: And Gomez pulls Geddings up... and snapmares him over. Basic rear
chinlock, grinding the back of the neck against his knee as he cranks
the chin!  Nothing fancy about this, but the basics can hurt just as
much as any big move off the top turnbuckle!

[Gomez continues pull at the chin bending it further and further
backwards so that Geddings can look the vicious Vandal Gomez in the
eyes.]

FH: Referee in a good position to check for the submission... Victory
Lane might as well throw in the towel here and now, save himself some
pain and discomfort!

[Gomez transitions his fingers and hooks them in the eye sockets of
the mask... AND YANKS BACK!!!! The referee immediately calls for a
break to the hold but Gomez is once again ignoring him! He begins to
laugh as he jerks the mask from side to side and finally shoves
Geddings to the mat in disgust, warning the referee to just call for a
submission.]

CL: Complete and utter disrespect from Gomez... and now Geddings is
struggling to move the mask back in place as Vandal measures him up
again!

FH: One more kick like the last two and Victory Lane is going to need
some brain surgery!

CL: Here comes another Yakuza kick!!!



[HUGE FACE AND SYMPATHY POP!!!!]



CL: He misses!!!! Will Geddings ducks out of the way and Vandal Gomez
puts that leg through the ropes... momentum catching him and snapping
that middle rope between his legs!

FH: Come on ref... that's a low blow!

CL: It was his own doing, and Will Geddings to his feet as Vandal
staggers back into the ring.... spinning kick to the gut doubles Gomez
over again!  He hooks the arms... EAGLE CLAW DDT!!!!!!




>>>>FINISHER POP!!!!!!!<<<<<




FH: And again he doesn't go for the cover?!?!!!

CL: No... he's going for the WHITE FLAG!!!!!!!

[Gomez is out of it... and the last thing he expects is to be put in
the Texas Cloverleaf anyway, so Geddings turns him over with little
trouble!  And nothing clears the cobwebs like the stabbing pain of
being bent in half the wrong way... ]

CL: He's tapping out!!! HE's tapping out!!!!  The referee calls for
the bell and Gomez has tapped out to the White Flag!!!!



THE VOICE: Here is your winner... The Flyking.... WILL... GEDDINGS!!!



[Geddings raises both arms, smiling as the fans roar in approval.  He
lowers his hands and turns to face that duffel bag, nodding is head as
he points to it.]

CL: Geddings is heading over to the duffel bag and opening it
up...what's he got there?

[Geddings pulls out an aerosol can and a lighter.]

FH: Yes! I knew he had it in him!

CL: Folks, Will Geddings looks like he's considering extracting some
revenge...though that seems to contradict this "new leaf" he's been
speaking of.

FH: We are who we are!

[Geddings rolls Vandal over and holds the lighter in front of his
face, clicking it on.]

FH: Do it!!!  Maybe he is SSN material after all Lester.

[Geddings looks around and aims the can at the flame...and sighs. He
clicks the lighter off to a huge pop!]

FH: *censored*

CL: Will Geddings showing mercy!!!

[Geddings shakes his head and prepares to leave the ring. He stops,
however, and turns around. He quickly heads back over to Vandal and
begins to pull his SSN shirt off. Having removed the shirt, he carries
it out to the steel steps and lays it on top of them.]

FH: Why are we getting treated to a forced striptease?

[Geddings smiles...and ignites the SSN shirt! The crowd and the shirt
erupt simultaneously!]

CL: Will Geddings sending a message tonight!

[Geddings heads towards the locker room, slapping hands as the shirt
continues to burn. The camera cuts to the announce booth where both
men are stunned at the actions from Will Geddings... but while Chip
Lester is smiling, Fred Hoyle has a look of horror on his own
features.]

FH: This won't sit well with the Powers that be.

CL: I think Geddings expected that.  He has a message for Zeke Craven
and the rest of the band.

[It is a madhouse backstage.  The blue steel double-doors leading to
the makeshift First Aid Room are opened just enough to see that the
room is full.  This isn't much of a surprise... big Pay Per Views
always rack up body counts.

One half of the Wild Cards, "The Gambler" Judd Marley, fresh off of
the Taser On A Pole Match (we wouldn't want Canadian law enforcement
to sue, would we?), is heading up to the doors now.  Judd is favoring
his left shoulder... he must have taken a bad bump in that match.  He
heads up to a security guard by the door.]

Judd Marley: Excuse me.  Gotta get this taped up.

Security: It'll be a while, Mr. Marley.  There's a bit of a crowd in
there.  One of the trainer crews they had lined up didn't show, so
we're understaffed.

JM: *sigh* Perfect.  A Pay Per View with approximately seventy
commitable violent lunatics in the building, and the medics no-showed.
Then again, maybe they're not stupid.  Ugh, hurts like hell, though.

Voice: Did you say that some medics no-showed?

[Judd turns around, to see Dr. Malus Herbert (as seen previously with
Gibson Hayes) walking up to the doors.  Dr. Mal is toting his black
doctor's bag, and smiling that horrid fake infomercial smile.]

JM: ...I am NOT that desperate.

Dr. Mal: Now, now, Judd.  I'm a friend of the family.

JM: Of Rick's!

Dr. Mal: I'm also a doctor.  I came to volunteer to help in the first
aid room... they may as well pay someone the money they were going to
give that other crew.  And you do know I like money.

JM: Fine, fine.  What the hell are you even doing here?  You don't
work for PVW.  And trust me, if you and your nutty tag partner Ohno Ow
had signed, I'd know about it.

[Mal pulls some athletic wrap and underwrap from his bag, and starts
taping Judd's shoulder as he talks.]

Dr. Mal: No, no.  As much as PVW's tag team ranks would be
immeasurably improved by P.A.I.N.'s presence, I have no plans to come
back to wrestling right now.  I'm here because Todd Johnstone asked me
to come in and help Gibson along.  He's gotten awfully far, awfully
fast.  He needs a guiding influence.

JM: You mean someone to help him cheat.

Dr. Mal: No, someone to make it legal so it's not cheating.

JM: That's... refreshingly honest.

Dr. Mal: As I said, I don't actually work here.  I'm here as Gibson's
doctor.  There's no real reason for me to be coy.

JM: That's good.  Because Jack told me all about what he did to you
and Ohno at the Partners In Crime tag team tournament about a year and
a half ago.  How he cost you that million dollars by exposing the way
you were cheating to win?  Oh, boy, he talks about that a lot.

[Uh, oh.  Judd's smirk tells us that he's ribbing the good doctor a
bit... but Mal's facial expression reads something entirely different.
 His disingenuine smile plummets into a fierce scowl, and his big busy
eyebrows arch markedly inwards.  His voice turns several shades darker
than what it was before.]

Dr. Mal: ...DOES HE?

JM: Yeah.  It was a pretty good tournament though.  When he told me he
was teaming with Jason Keening, I thought he was cr...

[Oops!  Judd remembers who he is talking to, and stops before breaking
The Third Cardinal Rule Of PAIN.  No matter what you do, no matter how
amusing you think it is... never call Mal crazy.  Or any synonym
thereof.  In fact, don't mention the word at all.  It's bad.  Really
bad.]

Dr. Mal: No, go ahead.  I'm over it.

[The dark tone of his voice implies that he is NOT, in fact, "over
it".]

JM: ...really?

[Nope.  Cue frustrated angry character-expositional rant.]

Dr. Mal: Oh, sure, I still get threats from the federal government,
and the imputent weasels that constitute their Injustice Department.
I'm still repeatedly besmirched by the AMA, and their stagnant
self-congratulatory inner circle of progress-fearing sycophants.  I
still get no credit for the hundreds-if-not-thousands of theraputic
techniques I developed, all the while having to resort to joining
professional wrestling to perfect because the short-sighted cretins
took my license every other year or so.  And they all still call me...
... ...bad things which make me unhappy.  But I'm over the rages.
Yes.  No more berserk rages from good old Dr. Mal.  I'm in full
control of my temper at all times.

JM:  ggggggkkkk... alittletightthere...

[Mal suddenly notices that he's accidentally strangling Judd with the
wrap, and quickly lossens it, and puts it where it is supposed to be.
His face immediately lightens back up to the grinning facade from
before, as if someone clicked a switch in his frontal lobe.]

Dr. Mal: There.  See?  No tricks.

[Judd tests the shoulder wrap.  His eyebrows lift in surprise.]

JM: Okay, that's actually right.  Sorry I doubted you.

Dr. Mal: Well, thank you.  It takes a big man to admit that.  Here's
some painkiller... over the counter; I can't write prescriptions
without an actual exam.

JM: And that's... surprisingly ethical of you.  I'm gonna get back to
find Jack before he blows the night's paycheck on... something random.
Later.  Thanks again.

Dr. Mal: Oh, don't mention it...

[Judd heads offscreen... and Mal's grin widens.]

Dr. Mal: ...at least until you see the bill.

[And we cut back to the arena.]

CL: I'm not sure just _who_ this doctor is that has helped both Gibson
Hayes and now Judd Marley but he seems to have quite an interest back
stage.

FH: What you don't know r. Malus Herbert?  Well Lester you are in for
a big treat.

CL: That's what I am afraid of.  In our next match the title of
calling yourself the number one contender is on the line.  Three men
who just fell short in the field of eight tournament will have one
last chance at gaining a title shot.

FH: I wonder how Larry Gionet's shoulder is holding up.

CL: We will soon find out as Herk Douglas is ready to introduce the
three men!

HD: This match is scheduled for one fall.  It's a triple threat action
where the winner will become the NUMBER ONE CONTENDER!!!!

[HUGE POP!!!]

HD: Introducing first ... Standing at six foot three and weighing in
at two-hundred and thirty five pounds,  from Newark, New Jersey ...


Here is ...


"Badboy" Randy Acorn !!!


[The guitar riff for "Cult of Personality" by Living Colour hits the
speakers. Stepping through the curtains is PVW's newest resident, "Bad
Boy" Randy Acorn. Dressed in a black t-shirt that simply reads "SSN"
across the front of it and a pair of pearl-white wrestling trunks with
matching boots, Acorn steps through the curtains and is greeted with
disdain by the fans in the crowd. Flanking Acorn on each side are a
male and female dressed in suits, looking very "corporate".]

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

[The three of them make their way down the aisle, Acorn making
sporadic comments to ringside fans that are heckling him as he passes,
while the other two just keep their straight faces while looking
directly to the ring.]

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

[Acorn and his two associates accompanying him reach ringside, as
Acorn climbs onto the ring apron and turns to the crowd, extending his
arms out drawing in their boos as if they empower him even more]

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

[After drawing in the boos, Acorn leans down with some instruction for
his associates that came with him, and then enters the ring]

CL: Randy Acorn came into the PVW expected to be in the World
Championship match.  However a shocking turn of events by Dex
Willingham and Chase Williams turned things upside down for SSN's
chosen one!

FH: Don't worry he will set things right tonight.

HD: His opponent standing at six foot two ... Weighing in at two
hundred and twenty five pounds. Hailing from Montreal, Quebec!!!


Here is ...


"The Blade" Justin Cruise !!!


## I can't believe the news today.. ##
## I can't close my eyes and make it go away.. ##

## How long.. How long must we sing this song.. ##
## How long? How loooooooong? ##

["Sunday, Bloody, Sunday" by Pillar blasts through the arena as
"The Blade" Justin Cruise steps out from the back to a huge pop from
the crowd.]

## Sunday Bloody Sunday... ##
## Sunday Bloody Sunday... ##

[He makes his way to the ring, slapping hands with the fans down the
aisle.]

## When the battles just begun.. ##
## There's many lost but tell me who has won.. ##

[Cruise climbs the steps onto the apron, and steps into the ring
between the ropes.]

CL: Justin Cruise made his big return to the wrestling world a few
months ago.  The ring general now has a huge opportunity at clinching
the number one contendership.

FH: You want to talk about a crash and burn ...

HD: And the third participant ...  From Stoughton, Massachusetts!
Standing at six foot two ... Two hundred and thirty five pounds !!!


Here is ...


THE PVW WARRIOR ...


LARRY GIONET!!!


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

(stop the man)
From endin' up with all the chips so he can't
(promise him an only chance)
To have the freedom that's been takin' from me

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

(you - can - try - to - lift - your - head - no)
You fucked up with me now live with the truth
Find a reason to lie (try)

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

Seems like it hasn't been long - I've given
(so much how could you hide)
You're sick with all the guilt you're never - forgiven
(you try to wash it away - wash it away)

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

(ask again) why all the dreams I had
Are now left broken
(punished for a wounded past)
Afraid to wake and find reality breathin
(why - has - life - been - taken - from - me)
I fucked up and now I live with the truth
With no reason to lie (I)

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

Feel like it hasn't been long - I'm driven
(to keep myself alive)
You're sick with all the guilty you're never - forgiven
(you'll never wash it away - wash it away)

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

CL: You have to wonder just how Gionet will fair against the level of
talent in this ring with an expected shoulder injury.

FH: Chase Williams did a number on that shoulder but you have to think
if anyone can tough it through it's Larry Gionet.  He has already
fought through a number of injuries in the PVW thus far.



___________    ____       ________________________________________
___  __ \_ |  / /_ |     / /
__  /_/ /_ | / /__ | /| / /     #1 Contenders Triple Threat Match
_  ____/__ |/ / __ |/ |/ /         Cruise v. Gionet v. Acorn
/_/     _____/  ____/|____________________________________________



*DING*DING*DING*


CL:  All three of these men facing off in the center of the ring...
this is a very different type of match.  Individual strategies can go
south at any moment.  It's easy to get the advantage on one man, but
there's always that 3rd man that could sneak in from behind at any
moment, and all three of these men know it.  They aren't taking their
eyes off each other for a second... circling, waiting for an someone
to blink.

FH:  That's the longest winded description of three guys standing in
the middle of the ring staring at each other I've ever heard in my
life!

CL:  Hey, there are high stakes here, and none of them wants to make a
mistake from the get go.  Can you blame them for being cautious?

FH:  YES!  I CAN!  This is sports entertainment!  I demand to be
entertained!  Someone hit someone... NOW!  Acorn!  Kick his face in!

[They must have been listening, as Cruise faints a lunge at Gionet who
turns to meet the charge that doesn't come, leaving himself open to
the ever opportunistic Randy Acorn, who moves to spear Gionet when...]

CL:  Acorn with the spea-ENZIGURI!  Cruise just about decapitated
Acorn with that kick, and this thing just went off like a powder keg!

FH:  YES!  THANK YOU CRUISE!  I'll never call you a sissy-goody-two-
shoes-pansy-girl again! [under his breath] when you can hear it.

CL:  Gionet sees opening... yakuza kick-NO!  Cruise with a dropkick to
Gionet, taking the man down.  Cruise off the ropes as both men try to
get to their feet...  a double baseball slide dropkick!

FH:  EW!  They're both going to need to see the dentist after that, he
just kicked both of them's teeth in.  I won't be surprised if they end
up looking like Brits tomorrow after that one.

CL:  Acorn back up first and Cruise Irish whips him... leap frog over,
Gionet is up... forearm smash to Acorn!

FH:  And a jumping knee to Cruise... STO!

CL:  He just took down both men in less than a second!

FH:  But Acorn isn't down for long.

CROWD: *OUCH POP*

CL:  And a low blow by Acorn stops Gionet's momentum dead.

FH:  Yes, Acorn displaying his great technical wrestling skills.

CL:  There's nothing technical about that.  The referee admonishing
Acorn for that cheap shot, but he's staying on the attack.

FH:  German Suplex!

CL:  He angled that move so that Gionet landed right on his injured
shoulder.  Now, THAT is technical wrestling.

FH:  It's all part of the game... it's all technically wrestling,
therefore it is technical wrestling.

CL:  ...

FH:  What?

CL:  I don't think Evil Kneavil could have made that leap.

FH:  What can I say, I'm an innovator.

CL:  Gionet is clutching that shoulder of his.  That shoulder has to
be hurting after that move.  And Acorn is zeroing right in on that
injured shoulder with an elbow drop... and now locking on a
painkiller.  He's doing his best to wrench that shoulder out of joint
again!

FH:  And Cruise breaking up the rest hold with a quick baseball slide
dropkick to Acorn.

CL:  Cruise off the ropes again... running senton splash to Acorn.

FH:  Gionet pulls himself to his feet.  That shoulder may be injured,
but he's one tough son of a b*censored*.

CL:  Cruise putting the boots to Acorn now, and Gionet joining right
in.  These alliances can make for strange bedfellows in these triple
threat matches.

FH:  Do you have any idea how gay that just sounded?

CL: [ignoring his counterpart] Gionet saying something to Cruise... uh
oh, this isn't good for Acorn.

FH:  Cruise sets Acorn up... hoists him up... spiked power bomb on
Acorn!

CROWD:  *HEEL POP*

CL:  And Gionet doesn't waste a second to stab Cruise in the back...

FH:  Well, technically it was knee, but same thing.

CL:  Neckbreaker by Gionet!  And he start choking away on Cruise.

FH:  Never turn your back on someone for a second in this kind of
match.

CL:  That's what I said before, when you complained no one was doing
anything.

FH:  Yeah, but you said it when it was lame.  I said it when it was
important.  Gionet is up now, and curb stomping away on Cruise.

CL:  Smart move and the part of Gionet, keeping the high flyer off his
feet for the moment.

FH:  YEAH!  Come on, stomp his face in!

CL:  Acorn is up now, and Gionet doesn't seem to notice.

FH:  He probably assume he was out after that double team... funny how
they assume each others mortality like that.

CL:  Acorn creeps up behind Gionet...

CROWD:  *ANTICIPATION POP*

CL:  waist lock from behind... belly-to-back suplex!  And he follows
up with a series of elbow smashes to Gionet.

FH:  He's learning from Gionet's mistake though.  Now that he's got
Gionet down for a bit, he's turning his attention to Cruise.

CL:  That he is.  He pulls Cruise to his feet... double undehook...
and he plants him with a double-underhook DDT!

FH:  Gionet is staggering back to his feet, and Acorn notices.  He's
not about to give Gionet the chance to sneak up on him like he did to
him earlier.  “Do unto others before they do unto you.”

CL:  He's measuring Gionet... and a knee to the back knocks him down
to all fours.

CROWD:  *HEEL POP*

FH:  And a patented Greco-Roman throw into the ring post.

CL:  Nothing technical in that... just cold calculating brutality, as
Acorn just grabbed Gionet and threw him shoulder first through the
ropes into the ring post!

FH:  Oh, but he's a sport.  See, he's helping him out of the ropes
now.

CL:  I don't think locking him in a full nelson counts as being a good
Samaritan.

FH:  He wrenching him as best he can with that full nelson... but he
doesn't see that snake Justin Cruise sneaking up on him.

CL:  Yeah, not like Acorn has done that at all in this match or
anything.

FH:  He sees him!

CROWD: *POP*

CL:  Now that I've never seen before!  Cruise attempted to run in from
behind with what I think was a flying cross body attempt, but Acorn
just release dragon suplexed Gionet right into Cruise!  Say what you
will about
Acorn, but that was some quick thinking on his part.

FH:  Acorn's not happy about Cruise's interference though.  He's
taking the boots to Cruise now.  Pulls him up...

CL:  Irish-whip to the corner... spear to the back of Cruise as he
meets the turnbuckle.

FH:  That's like the proverbial rock and a hard place.

[Cruise slumps to the ground, clutching his back as Randy Acorn
smirks.]

CL:  Look at that look on Randy Acorn's face.  He's certainly proud of
himself for putting the hurt on his opponent, isn't he?

FH:  Hey, just because the man enjoys his work... hey, how is he up
already!?

CROWD:  *ANTICIPATION POP*

CL:  Gionet is on his feet!  And Acorn doesn't notice it.  He's
playing to the crowd, he actually thinks they're cheering him!

FH:  Look behind you!  Don't pay attention to the peons in the stands!

[As Acorn "plays to the crowd" Gionet walks up behind him, shaking his
head with a smile.]

CL:  Gionet just locked a sleep hold on Acorn.  That's wiped the smirk
of Acorn's face fast... and he drops him into a backcracker.

[With both of his opponents down for the moment, Gionet takes a few
steps back, measuring Randy Acorn for a moment, then runs in and
soccer kicks him right in the knee.]

FH:  Pick a body part, any body part.  He's down, they're all fair
game.

CL:  Gionet may be trying to slow down his opponents a bit here...
knee spike on Acorn.  He's working over that leg.

FH:  Oh, and now he's working over his eyes too.  Eliminating his
opponent's ability to see the attack coming is a great technical
strategy.

CL:  He's raking his eyes on the ropes, Fred!

FH:  Just more patented technical offense from the "Stiffest Man in
wrestling".  I thought you like this strategical stuff.

CL: It's strategy, and...

FH:  Ah, so you agree it's good sound strategy.

CL: *sigh*

[While the two were arguing on that point, Larry Gionet stepped on the
bottom rope for boost, and sprung up, coming down with a knee drop
onto the leg of Randy Acorn.  Meanwhile, Justin Cruise has pulled
himself back up.]

FH:  Gionet is saying something to Cruise... can't make out what.

[Gionet points to the top rope as he pulls up Randy Acorn, and crews
nods.]

CL:  "The Blade" is going upstairs.... Gionet hoists

[Cruise leaps from the top rope...]

CL:  Spiked knee breaker!  Good coordinated double team, by these two.

FH:  Uh, Cruise turned his back!  SUCKER PU-NOOOOO!

CROWD:  *FACE POP*

[As Larry Gionet swings at Cruise, he ducks and grabs Gionet in an arm
ringer.  He runs towards the ropes, leaps over the top, and hotshots
Gionet's arm on the top rope.]

CL:  Gionet just tried to sucker punch Justin Cruise!  But he saw it
coming a mile away and just about ripped Gionet's arm off!

FH:  Hey, illegal use of the ropes ref!

CL:  I don't think that one is actually covered in the rule book.

FH:  Well it should be!  If man were meant to fly he would have been
born with wings!

CL:  Sometimes I think you would have been happier growing up in the
Dark Ages Fred.

FH:  Sometimes I think you... oh, you just suck!

CL: *ahem* Back to the action.  Cruise is back up on the apron, and
Gionet is in a world of hurt after that move.  He may have just
dislocated that shoulder AGAIN.

FH:  Get up Larry!  Quick!  Befor-

CL:  Cruise just slingshot Senton splashed onto the back and shoulder
of Gionet!  The men in this match all seem to have picked their
targets.

FH:  Yeah, going into a match with an injury is kind of like having a
bulls-eye on you saying, with a sign that says "HEY, STUPID!  HIT
THIS!"

CL:  ...that may be the most thought provoking commentary you've ever
contributed here...

FH:  Thanks... I think.

CL:  Justin Cruise staying on Gionet.  He's got him in an arm wringer
as he pulls him up.  Hooks him... and a single arm DDT takes the man
back down.

FH:  Oh, not another rest hold.

CL:  He's holding the arm for a Painkiller.  And Gionet has to be
feeling the hurt now.

FH:  Yeah, but this is a triple threat, and when you keep doing rest
holds like that, you give your opponent time to recover and just sit
back and watch the fun...

CROWD:  *MASSIVE BOOS*

FH:  ...you know, like Acorn is doing now.

[Sure enough, Randy Acorn has recovered from the earlier double team,
and is sitting back, casually in the corner, grinning at Justin
Cruise, and clapping his hands, mockingly cheering him on.]

CL:  How long has he been sitting there?

FH:  Hey, he just wanted to enjoy the match like everyone else.  Can
you blame him?

CL:  Cruise isn't standing for this.

[Cruise releases Gionet from the hold as he glares across the ring at
Randy Acorn, who is still sitting in the corner smiling.]

CL:  He isn't even trying to get up and face him.  What's going on
here?

FH:  Ah, Cruise with the rookie mistake.

[Justin Cruise takes a lunge at Acorn, who was sitting in the corner,
but in a surprisingly quick move, Acorn grabs the ropes and slings
himself up and out of the corner, catching him with a low shoulder to
the gut.]

FH:  Got to watch that temper of his.

CL:  Acorn suckered Cruise into that one.  Northern Lights Suplex by
Acorn... bridging for the pin!



ONE ...






TWO ...



FH:  Kick out!  Damnit!

CL:  Too early to put anyone away just yet.

FH:  Randy Acorn isn't about to let him off that easy though.  He
whips Cruise to the ropes... chop block.

[With Cruise down, Acorn starts pummeling him a series of mounted
elbow smashes.]

FH:  That'll teach him to kick out.

CL:  You won't end a match with those, but it will wear down your
opponent. And Acorn seems satisfied with the beating he's just given
Cruise.

["Bad Boy" smirks as he pulls up Justin Cruise, and sets him up for a
Russian Leg Sweep... but as he sweeps Cruise, his eyes suddenly look
like saucers as he sees what's coming...]

CROWD:  *POP*

CL:  Russ-Gionet with a-

FH:  SHINING
WIZZZZZZZAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!

CL:  AUGH!  I think you just ruptured my eardrum with that!

FH:  What?  I thought you wanted me to be more enthusiastic about high
flying moves.

CL:  Yeah, but I think they heard you all the way in Japan with that
one!

FH:  While my co-commentator recovers, Gionet is back in control as he
just "assisted" as Randy Acorn's Russian Leg Sweep with a SHINING
WIZZZZZZZZZZZZZAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRDDDDDDDDD!

CL:  GAH!  Stop saying that!

FH:  Oh, sorry.  Heeheehee.  Anyway, Larry Gionet lifts up Acorn into
a fireman's carry... and drops him into a gutbuster!  And he kicks
Acorn's
teeth in a little more for good measure... and he gives Cruise a bit
of the same treatment.  He's kicking and stomping back and forth
between both his opponents.  Gotta love the ruthlessness.

CL: [still fiddling with his ear] Gionet promised to be more
aggressive than ever in this match, he certainly seems to be out to
prove that
now.

FH:  Oh, look he's helping up Cruise... how sportsmanlike.




"___WHAAAAAM___"




FH:  Oops, that cluts Cruise just fell and landed on his face.

CL:  Gionet slammed his face right into the mat, Fred!

FH:  No, he was trying to stop him.  But you just can't help some
people.




"___WHAAAAAM___"




FH:  Acorn seems to be clumsy today too.




"___THUUUUUUUUUUD___"




FH:  Oh, look, he fell on his knee that time... oh, and again.... and
again... and again.  Some days you just shouldn't get out of bed.

CL:  Gionet keeps heaving Acorn up and spiking that knee back down
into the mat!

FH:  Cruise is managing to pull himself up after tripping before, and
he gets a forearm to the back of the head for his trouble.  Should
have just stayed down.

CL:  Larry Gionet irish-whips Cruise...

[Gionet whips Cruise into the ropes.  Cruise bounces off, and as
Gionet attempts to clotheslines him, Cruise grabs onto his arm, swings
across his back, and hits him with a DDT]

CROWD:  *FACE POP*

CL:  Cruise with the cover...





ONE ...








TWO ...









THREE ???






No!




FH:  Randy with the save!  WHEW!

CL:  Randy Acorn dove in to break up the pin there.

FH:  He's not about to lose because of someone else's mistake.  And
Acorn is pounding away on Cruise.

CL:  Pulls him up in a waste lock... belly-to-back suplex... still
holding on...  belly-to-belly suplex!

[At this time, being the heel he is, "Bad Boy" Randy Acorn just has to
pause to flex to the crowd.]

FH:  He knows he's "The Man".

CL:  That could be a mistake though, as Gionet is stirring.

FH:  But Acorn notices his... hey, he's not attacking.

CL:  Looks like they're planning a joint venture here.

FH:  When did this become a finance discussion?

CL:  Randy Acorn with another belly-to-back suplex on Cruise... hoists
him up again...

FH:  HOLY SH*CENSORED*

[Acorn hits a release belly to bell suplex on Cruise.  As Cruise flies
through the air, Gionet catches him dropping him with a rib cracker.]

CL:  OH MY GOD!  Did you see that!?

FH:  Yes, I'm not blind.  Imagine that.

CL:  It could be all over for Cruise... but again, there are two men
standing, and only one can claim victory here.

FH:  That doesn't seem to be stopping them from trying at the moment!
Acorn just signaled for the "Newark Knife"!

CL:  But Gionet is right there, he can't get a submission with that
when it can be broken up in a second... OH MY GOD!

CROWD:  *MASSIVE POP!*

FH:  Larry Gionet has just locked a dragon sleeper onto Justin Cruise
at the same time.  They've got him folded like an accordion!

CL:  This raises a question... what happens if he submits now?  Who
gets the win?  Would it be a tie?  Would they both be the number one
contender?  Or would they have to face off in another match to
determine who gets the title shot?

FH:  Who cares!?  Isn't this great!  I think Cruise may be in traction
for the rest of his life!

CL:  He may well be if this doesn't stop... HEY!

CROWD:  *MEGA HEEL POP!*

FH:  Or maybe Acorn will just stab Gionet in the back so he can claim
the shot all to himself like it was originally supposed to be.

CL:  Acorn just released the hold on Cruise, and locked a Dragon
Sleeper on Gionet.  It's a double Dragon Sleeper, but Larry Gionet's
grip on Cruise is weakening.

[As Larry Gionet is unable to maintain the hold, Cruise slumps to the
ground, and Gionet struggles as best he can against the hold Acorn has
applied.]

CL:  He may have him here.  Larry Gionet is fading fast, and Cruise is
till out of it.

FH:  A brilliant tactical move by Randy Acorn.

CL:  Underhanded as it was, he may have just won himself the match.
The ref is checking Gionet.

[The ref raises Gionet's arm... and it drops.]

FH:  That's one!

CL:  It could all be over...

FH:  New number one contender...

[The ref raises Gionet's hand again as Cruise stirs...]


CL:  TWO!  Acorn's going to win this thing!

FH:  YES!

[The ref raises Gionet's hand a third and final time...]

FH:  WAIT!  NO-

*MASSIVE FACE POP!*

CL:  Cruise just dove into both men and broke up the hold!  I don't
know how he was able to muster enough strength to get up after that
painful submission hold he had endured, but he just bowled Acorn right
out onto
the ring apron.

FH:  NO!  It was over!  Acorn had it all won!

CL:  The ref didn't see Gionet's hand drop again, so it ain't over
yet!  Cruise is back to his feet...

[Acorn on the ring apron.  Cruise hops onto the turnbuckle and hits
him with a dropkick sending him to the outside of the ring.  As Acorn
gets to his feet, Cruise waits on the far ropes.  Once Acorn is near
the
apron on the outside, Cruise takes off, slides under the bottom rope,
grabbing Acorn by the head, and rotates him driving him into the floor
with a Baseball Slide DDT.]

CROWD:  *HUGE FACE POP!*

CL:  He just planted Acorn outside the ring with that baseball slide
DDT.  But this match has taken a lot out of him.  Slow to his feet.
That move must have taken a lot out of him.

FH:  Cruise is back up... he's running to the guard rail.

CL:  ASAI MOONSAULT OFF THE GUARD RAIL!  He just crashed right into
Acorn again!  These men are giving it their all tonight.

FH:  But the ref is counting in the ring while they're doing this.
Gionet could win the number one contenders spot by count out if they
aren't
careful!

REF:  5!

CL:  Gionet is getting to his feet now in the ring, shaking the
cobwebs off.

FH:  Everyone's shaking the cobwebs off now, even Cruise.  That's why
those high flyers are out of their minds.  They about kill themselves
just trying to hit one move on their opponent.  And God help them if
they miss!

CL:  High risk is just a style some favor.

FH:  Yeah, but not Gionet.  He's... WHAT THE HECK!

CROWD:  *BIG POP!*

CL:  LARRY GIONET JUST HIT A SUICIDE DIVE!

FH:  What is this!?  Bizzaro World!?

CL:  He just ran along the top ropes and lept right into both of his
opponents!  And now everyone is down on the outside!

FH:  Even the ref is perplexed by that one!  He's stopped counting!

CL:  He may just be reluctant to end this on a draw.  This is too
important a match to end in a stalemate.

FH:  Yeah, I'll agree.  That would suck almost as much as Cruise
winning the number one contenders spot.

CL:  Can you at least TRY to be objective?

FH:  Objectivity is for pansies.

CL:  All three men down on the outside.  Cruise and Gionet are the
first to their feet.  Right hand by Gionet... blocked by Cruise!  He
smashes Gionet's face right into the ring apron.

FH:  And an inverted DDT on the outside!  Even Cruise is getting a
little meaner now.

CL:  Cruise takes the opening to toss Acorn back in the ring.  Acorn
took the worst of all of those high risk moves, so Cruise could put
him away in a hurry here.

FH:  Cruise picks him up... come on Randy!  Get your head on straight!

CL:  Stunner by Cruise, has Randy Acorn stunned... Michinoku Driver!

FH:  This doesn't look good.

CL:  Gionet is back up and pulling himself into the ring...

[Cruise knocks down Acorn in the middle of the ring with a brain
buster.  He quickly runs to the ropes spring boarding into a
moonsault, but Gionet crotches him down spiking him with a divorce
court DDT.]

CROWD: *OUCH AND MIXED POP*

FH:  YES!  Gionet has it all reversed on him!  He's... he just
signaled for Darkness falls!  Acorn is down, this one is over!

[Gionet hoists up Cruise for the tombstone piledriver, but as he does,
Acorn begins to show signs of life.]

CL:  Darkness Fa-

CROWD:  *HEEL POP!*

FH:  ACORN!




"___SMMMAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK___"




CL:  I don't know how he moved that fast, but he just blasted Gionet
right in the shoulder with a superkick.  Both his opponents are down.

FH:  Gionet's shoulder has to be messed up bad after that one.  He got
nailed right in the arm and shoulder!

[As the crowd boos, Rand Acorn drags up Cruise and whips him to the
ropes...]

CL:  Cruise off the rope, spinebuster... NO!

FH:  NO!

[Cruise slips out of the spinebuster attempt and rolls through planing
Acorn in the middle of the ring with a tornado DDT.]

CL:  Quick roll-up by Cruise!






ONE ...







FH:  Do something Gionet!







CL:  TWO!  He can't, now.  He can barely move, still clutchin the
shoulder!













FH:  3!?  KICKOUT!?  NO!  NO! NO!








CL:  YES!  The ref signals three.





*DING, DING,DING*


HD:  LADIES AND GENTLEMEN... HERE IS YOUR WINNER... AND THE NUMBER ONE
CONTENDER.... "THE BLADE" JUSTIN CRUISE!



*ROOOARING FACE POP!!!!!*


FH: This is absolutely crap!  Acorn got a shoulder up I saw it!  Tell
me you saw that Lester!?!

CL: Actually no I didn't Fred.  Who asked you!?!

CL: This match was all that it was billed to be.  Larry Gionet came
out here with basically one arm and fought like the warrior everyone
knows that he is but fighting two men in a high paced match like this
it finally gave out after a high _impact_ superkick by Acorn right
into that shoulder.  Look at him still on his knee's holding that
shoulder.

[The referee now bends over to check on Gionet and he just shouts at
him to get the [bleep] away!]

FH: Gionet isn't happy.  This was suppose to be his night.  Hell it
appeared that the tournament was _his_!  Chase Williams yanked that
shoulder right out of socket to end his dreams and now _again_ tonight
that same shoulder has came back to haunt him.

CL: Gionet is just glaring at Justin Cruise who is now slapping the
fans hands in the front row.  What a _huge_ win for The Blade.

FH: A lucky win for sure.  A 100% Larry Gionet beats Justin Cruise
nine times out of ten.

CL: How do you figure?

FH: He has already done it once.

CL: Not tonight Fred.  All that matters is Justin Cruise is going on
to be the _official_ number one contender and will get a shot at
either Chase Williams or Rob Cole.

FH: Bah I can't hear you over the visions of Larry Gionet crushing
Cruise and Chase Williams skull.

CL: Perhaps one day but not tonight.  Tonight is Justin Cruise's
night! 'm getting word...something is going on in the crowd here
at Boiling Point. Let's see if we can find out what is happening.

[As the camera pans over, surveying the many fans, the crowd begins
to get very animated. We see two men very familiar to wrestling fans
seated in the crowd, about five rows in from ringside along the
aisle. One man is wearing a black cowboy hat, a black leather jacket,
and denim jeans. The other is wearing a backwards baseball cap, a
white t-shirt with the intials S-V-C emblazoned in red over the stars
& bars, and rather tattered looking jeans. They are speaking to each
other as the camera finds them. Many fans around them are pointing
and mugging for the camera.]

CL: What the hell??? What are those two doing here?! I recognize those
two men!

FH: That's Jake Evans and "The Hangman" Caleb Walters! The Shootfire
Pro Wrestling World Tag Team Champions!

CL: The Southern Violence Confederacy is here at Boiling Point! What
the hell are they doing here?

FH: Don't you know Lester everyone is trying to sign contracts with
PVW!

CL: I didn't know that place was still open.

[Dean Hayes is on it ... He makes his way into the crowd, as the fans
begin to cheer, although some people boo. A faint "S-P-W" chant is
heard. Walters and Evans are both drinking beer out of brown plastic
bottles, and both have wide grins on their faces.]

DH: Gentlemen...if I could just get a word with you. Ladies
and gentlemen, we have the SPW World Tag Team Champions, the Southern
Violence Confederacy, here at Boiling Point!

*CROWD POP!*

DH: Jake Evans, Caleb Walters...what brings you two here this evening?

Evans:  Wrasslin' is wrasslin'. I kinda miss the action in the ring,
and we haven't had any of it since New Year's Eve. It's pretty
goddamn tirin' to have your livlihood spat on all the damn time by
the guy runnin' the show like that. Payin' us to comepete and then
not releasin' the show on the air for weeks afterward. I figured,
what the hell...might as well check out what the fuss is 'bout here
in Phoenix, that is kinda my old stompin' grounds too.

Walters: Yeah, S-P-W has been on a bit of a "hiatus" lately, which
has given me plenty of time to heal up my previously broken leg, and
we figured since we weren't doing much these days, we would come
check out some wrestling here in Phoenix Valley. This is supposed to
be a hot up and coming promotion, so we figured, "What the hell,
let's check this thing out."

DH: You're just here to watch, though, right?

Evans:  Yeah. SPW has their little "You can't play with nobody else"
stuff int he contracts these days. Probably a good thing for the boys
of PVW 'cause we'd hate to give them all a good old fashioned
southern ass-whoppin' and maybe finishw ith a hangin'. But what else
can we do but say hello and enjoy the fans around here. It is
possibly the dumbest thing any promoter has ever done in
wrasslin'...not let the boys always find work to keep themselves
afloat. Some of the younger guys haven't quite made themselves enough
to be set with this kind of situation. Plus, we're the champs and it
seems stupid not to allow us to be seen elsewhere and promote them.
It's bush-league stuff all the goddamn time over there.

Walters: Yeah, well, being tag team champions and all, we know about
tag team wrestling...and I have to say it's going to be a pleasure to
see two tag teams go at it for a championship. Urban Legend, Prophets
of Rage, I think it should be a good match up, and we're excited to
see how these guys measure up. God knows we haven't had a chance to
defend our belts in quite a while. But as far as I'm concerned, in
the right place, at the right time, we'll defend against ANY TAG
TEAM, whether they're from S-P-W, P-V-W, wherever...it doesn't matter
to the Southern Violence Confederacy!

*CROWD POP!*

DH: Wow, that would really be something! Well, gentlemen, I
have to say it's quite surprising to see you two here at Boiling
Point. But since we have a match starting up, we'll have to just say
"Enjoy the show."

Evans:  I plan on it. I enjoy good wrasslin' when I see it. I'm not
sure the tagmatch here will help out any, but the main event looks
pretty strong and I can't wait to see ole' Robbie Cole walk out with
the World Title. He's an old-school outlaw kinda like me. I always
enjoy watchin' another old-timer like me take the younger guys to the
wood shed.

Walters: Yeah, we're going to enjoy this thoroughly. And since we
just probably popped a huge buyrate for you guys on the replay, maybe
your front office brass can see fit to send us down a few more brews
on the house!

[Walters tosses back an empty beer bottle, and Evans stares a
signature Tarheel grimace at the camera as the crowd roars.]

*PUBLIC DRINKING POP!*

DH: All right...I don't know about that...but back to you
guys in the booth!

FH: You can't blame them Lester.  It's been awhile since anyone in
that other place has seen any wrestling.

CL: I guess... That was a tad-bit odd to say the least.

FH: Hey maybe I can talk them into smashing the Wild Cards in the back
of the head on their way back to that hell hole they call a home!

CL: A SVS and Wild Cards match would be fun to watch!

FH: Who said anything about a match?

CL: Moving right a long we gave them enough of a rub... If they want
more air time then make them sign a PVW contract.

FH: No arguments there!

CL: Speaking of tag-team's though.  I am getting word that it's time
for the tag team titles to be put on the line.

FH: I hope those two unnamed we wont give you anymore rub boys are
watching a _real_ tag team division!

HD: This match is scheduled for one fall and will be for the PVW Tag
Team Championship!!!

*** TITLE MATCH POP!!! ***

HD: Introducing first the challengers ... Weighing in at a combine
weight of five hundred and seventy five pounds ...

JOHNNY STYLES and SEMI ...


URBAN LEGEND !!!


[An almost morbid classical piece fades in over the loudspeaker,
reaching a short climax... and is abruptly cut off by a screeching
guitar riff as FM Revolver's "Black Dove" blasts over the P.A. system.
A broad red-tinged light provides ambiance to the entranceway as the
crowd waits.

  I actually find myself in doubt; it's just a general state...
  Nothing so trying as to make a mistake, but enough to keep me
  tempted...

[First out, a feminine but tall figure steps out, her short-cropped
brown hair in disarray, save two long bangs framing her face.  A
sleeveless black T-shirt shows a stylized red and white logo reading,
"Enjoy the Abuse."  Plain blue jeans and boots cover the lower half,
and a variant of Johnny Styles' leather duster drapes it all.

  A spread starlet that wears your face with unforgivable
  placement... A black dove, a clay décor invented to keep that cut
  newborn...

[A figure about Saraphina's height steps out next, starting a ripple
pop through the crowd.  A red-teared black mask covers most of his
face, and his hair is tied back in a loose ponytail.  Calf-high,
buckled and steel-toed boots wrap around black jeans.  Torn at the
sleeves, a black T-shirt bears the logo of former tag team and
PCWF owners Richard Anderson and Madcap -- Platinum Strapped.  After a
mutual look, they step apart to make room.

  And if I tell you what I want,
  Does it burden you or shake me?
  Does it mirror what I need,
  Or does that knowledge let you haunt me?

[Bringing up the rear, to a more endearing pop, the towering Semi
lifts both arms up in the air, greeting the crowd.  The normally
jovial look on Semi's face is replaced with a slightly sardonic
smile, waiting what's to come.  Faded grey pants, a black tank top and
combat boots (with a disturbing number of zippers) mark Semi's roughly
standard attire.  As Semi steps between them, the three quickly begin
towards the ring.]

HD: And their opponents...  Wrestling out of Halifax, Nova Scotia ...
Weighing in at a combine weight of five hundred and seventy three
pounds ... Accompanied to the ring by the ever so lovely, Pizzazz
Elysee ...

Your PVW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS !!!


Here is ...


SHADOE RAGE ...

AND

DEREK RAGE ...


THE PROPHETS OF RAGE !!!


["The Death March" begins to play over the PA system.  Pizzazz Elysee
is the first to emerge from the back ...]

FH: There is the mastermind of the operations.  Possibly the most
underrated manager in the wrestling world.

[Derek Rage strides out from behind the curtains and joins Pizzazz
Elyseee.  He wears a boxer's robe with the hood up over his head.  He
looks like a giant Grim Reaper.

Next to join the party is the other Shadoe Rage. In sharp contrast to
the dirge, Rage is animated. He wears his sparkling sequined cloak. He
throws out his arms, flourishing to the dirge's heavy beat.

The trio head to the ring, Derek Rage walks with slow deliberate steps
he marches towards the ring.  His face betrays no expression. As
Shadoe Rage comes to the ring. He pulls of his sunglasses and hands
them to a child at ringside. His eyes burn with an almost inhuman
fever.]

CL: And Saraphina's rushing towards Pizzazz and Urban Legends are
following her!

[The erupts as Saraphina catches Pizzazz with a Thesz Presson the
floor. She screams wildly as she grabs Pizzazz by the hair with one
hand and begins to unload a series of rights as both Stalker and Semi
collide with the Rage brothers!]

FH: And a Pier Six brawl has erupted on the outside even before the
bell has rung!

CL: Urban Legends were put on the shelf just before End Game by the
Prophets and they have not forgotten it!

FH: A major injury like that is not something you would forget Lester,
and honestly at the time Urban Legends was on a roll here in the PVW!
There have been a number of people saying that Urban Legends could
have been the PVW Tag Team Champions if it wasn't for that night!

[Stalker catches Shadoe with a right hand and grabs the cloak of
Shadoe tossing it to the side before he locks on a side head lock and
drives Shadoe into the aisle way with a bulldog! Semi has staggered
the massive form of Derek Rage against the guardrail and drives a
stiff uppercut into the gut of Derek causing him to double over. Semi
takes a few steps backwards and drives a Big Boot into the top of
Derek's skull.]

CL: Urban Legends have been on an assault thus far!

FH: Oh like it's hard to do when you jump the champions in the aisle
and don't allow them to even take their robes off! Hell, if I didn't
know any better I would say they have been training with Marcus
Anderson!

CL: Who?!?

FH: (gasps) Damn it Lester do your research before you call a match
with me!

[Stalker rushes forward and catches the head of Derek Rage and leaps
into the air driving him head first into the concrete floor with
Leaping Neckbreaker. As the crowd moans in sympathy for a split second
Semi stands up and catches Shadoe with a stiff Running Elbow knocking
the smaller man to the ground. He pulls Shadoe to his feet and Irish
Whips him towards Stalker who connects with a Clothesline dropping
the smaller Rage Brother to the concrete as well. Yet, Stalker pulls
him up and whips him hard into the guardrail! Shadoe yelps in pain as
Semi rushes forward ...]


"____CCCRRRAAASSSHHH____"


CL: SHADOE BARELY MOVES IN TIME!

FH: That's right Lester the massive Semi crashes into the guardrail!
And it looks like the tide might finally be turning in the favor of
...


"____TTTWWWAAAPPP____"


"____TTTWWWAAAPPP____"


"____TTTWWWAAAPPP____"


FH: As I was saying Lester, Stalker just caught Shadoe with a right
cross and then unloaded a series of Knife Edge Chops ...

CL: And now Stalker has Shadoe by the head and is dragging him towards
the ring!

FH: It looks like this match just might finally ...


"____CCCRRRAAASSSHHH____"


FH: DAMN! Shadoe Rage was just Irished Whip into the ring steps and
with such a momentum that he flipped over them and landed back first
onto the concrete!

[Stalker slides into the ring and thrusts his arms high into the air,
as he does so the crowd erupts for the challengers!]

FH: And Pearson is signaling to the time keeper ...


___________    ____      ________________________________________
___  __ \_ |  / /_ |    / /
__  /_/ /_ | / /__ | /| / /      Tag Team Championship Match
_  ____/__ |/ / __ |/ |/ / Urban Legend v. The Prophets of Rage
/_/    _____/  ____/|____________________________________________



*DING*DING*DING*

CL: And this match is officially underway!

FH: Well Lester the bell may have rung but so far Stalker is the only
one in the ring! In fact Semi is playing the roll of a Stalker and has
pulled Shadoe to his feet ...

CL: And the big Semi locks on a Bear Hug ...

FH: And Shadoe is gasping for breath as the human truck has just
driven him back first into the ring apron ... and a SECOND TIME!

CL: Urban Legends are trying to take apart the smaller member of the
Propherts right now!

FH: Can you blame them Lester? It's a solid game plan ... and Semi
just tosses Shadoe through the middle rope into the ring where Stalker
pulls him to the center of the ring ...




ONE ...




TWO ...

FH: And one half of the champions kicks out!

[Derek Rage has grabbed Pizzazz and made his way back to the ring side
area and climbs to the apron as Pizzazz slams here hands on the mat
trying to get Shadoe to his feet. Semi has also made it his corner
where he stares at Saraphina for a moment before reaching out and
tagging into the match officially.]

CL: Urban Legend is looking to maintain the size advantage here as
Semi comes into the ring and uses his mass to force Shadoe into the
corner ...

FH: And Semi with shoulder block after shoulder block into the gut of
Shadoe.

CL: Shadoe is hunched over trying to catch his breath ...EUROPEAN
UPPERCUT! Semi connects with enough power that he forced Shadoe's head
to whip up ...

FH: I wouldn't be surprised if Shadoe has whip lash right now! I
wonder if Semi used to drive with such reckless abandon!

[Semi grabs the staggering Shadoe by his arm and forcibly whips him
across the ring he collides with the turnbuckle with authority.]

CL: Semi looking at the prone figure of Shadoe ...

FH: Clothesline! Semi just sandwiching Shadoe into the corner. I have
never seen the champs on the ropes this bad ever in the PVW!

CL: Fifteen pounds of gold is usually enough to motivate a team to be
on top of their game but add in revenge Fred and you're looking at a
lethal combination!

FH: Semi just rips Shadoe from the corner ... PRESS SLAM!

CL: Shadoe looked like a rag doll in the hands of Semi there as he
pulled him effortlessly into the air.

FH: He looked like a rock when he crashed into the mat!




ONE ...




TWO ...

FH: And Shadoe just gets his left foot on the bottom rope!

CL: Shadoe Rage showing great ring awareness there saving the tag team
championship!

FH: Pizzazz on the outside is screaming at Derek to do something to
help his brother ...

[The crowd boos as Derek reaches over the top rope and grabs Semi
distracting him from pulling Shadoe back to his feet. Derek dares Semi
to hit him but Semi turns back towards Shadoe, who quickly dives
between the legs of the bigger man and slaps Derek's hand!]

FH: TAG! Now the big man is in the ring and I think business is about
to pick up!

[The two monsters star at one another for a moment before the lock up
in the center of the ring.]

CL: Derek is the taller of the two men but Semi has at least twenty
pounds on him!

FH: This is the immovable object meeting the irresistible force
Lester!

[Both men attempt to move the other one across the ring but neither
man can do so. Derek drives his knee into the gut of Semi and then
quickly drives the point of his elbow into the back of Semi's head.
Semi though snaps up and catches Derek with a stiff Uppercut that
barely phases the big man. Rage smirks as he lunges forward for
a lock up but misses as Semi side steps and rushes into the ropes. He
drives his shoulder into Derek and neither man moves an inch. Derek
motions for Semi to try again, Semi responds by catching Rage in the
knee with a stiff kick. As Rage stumbles, Semi runs into the ropes a
second time and catches Derek with a Clothesline that flattens the
massive Rage brother to the mat. Semi reaches down and grabs Rage by
the hand dragging him towards his corner where he tags in Stalker.
Stalker quickly enters the ring and leaps to the second turnbuckle
...]

CL: Second Rope Fistdrop!

FH: Yeah this was a smart move on the part of Urban Legend! Let's
bring in the munchkin to fight Goliath!

CL: Stalker is as good as they come Fred ...

FH: Damn it Lester, of course he is good when you compare him to his
partners of old, Justin Cruise and Outlaw. Hell how hard is it not to
be good compared to the never was and that bleeping idiot!

[As Derek gets back to his feet Stalker rushes towards the ropes and
catches Rage with a low dropkick to the same knee that Semi kicked
moments earlier.]

FH: Well you do have give the lollipop guild member credit continuing
that assault on Derek's knee.

CL: Derek still refuses to go down and Styles grabs the leg ... Dragon
Screw Leg Whip! The torque he put on that knee forced Derek to fall to
the mat.

FH: But Derek is trying to get his feet again ...

CL: Enzugiri! Derek was starting to stand to his feet and Stalker
drilled him!

FH: And yet Rage is only down to one knee!

CL: DDT! Stalker just spiked Derek into the mat!




ONE ...




TWO ...

FH: And Derek Rage effortlessly tosses Styles off of his chest!

CL: Styles running his hand over his mask as if he is asking himself
what will it take to keep him down!

FH: A gunshot probably would ...

CL: FRED!

FH: What Lester? I was just saying ... I wasn't suggesting it ...
Styles to his feet once again and he drives a foot to the head of
Derek Rage.

CL: Styles getting behind the massive Rage and he looks to be going
for a Sleeper Hold ..

FH: No Lester, he's actually going for the Million Dollar Dream and he
has it locked in!

CL: And he is smart as he kept the massive frame of Rage on the
sitting on the mat as he locked it in! He has his weight dropping over
the shoulders of Rage making him carry about an extra two hundred and
thirty or so pound!

FH: It is a smart idea and listen to Pizzazz on the outside screaming
at Derek to break the hold!

CL: And we can't actually allow Saraphina's response to that on air
...

FH: well we might get away with it ... I mean it is PPV!

[Jim Pearson is asking Derek Rage if he wants to give up and the big
man continues to scream no at him. Slowly the bigger man pushes his
hands into the mat and begins to lift himself to a vertical base.]

CL: Good Lord Rage is getting to his feet!

FH: He is on his feet and Stalker is holding onto that Million Dollar
Dream for dear life!

CL: Stalker trying to wrap his legs around the tree trunk like waist
of Derek Rage but he can't do it ...

FH: Rage staggering around the ring and you can Shadoe screaming at
him trying to direct him ...


"____CCCRRRUUUNNNCCCHHH____"


FH: And Stalker is now a part of the turnbuckles! Rage driving himself
backwards and I honestly think he may have broken all the bones in the
back of Stalker there!

[Shadoe reaches over and slaps his brother's shoulder tagging himself
in. Stalker has released the Million Dollar Dream and Rage steps over
the top rope but as he does so he grabs hold of Stalkers neck and
holds him in place as Shadoe enters the ring. Pearson begins to scream
at Derek to let go of Stalker but Derek just smiles as he continues to
hold him, Shadoe fires off a left jab, a second left jab at which
point Dereke releases Stalker and Shadoe drives his right shoulder
into the gut Stalker.]

FH: The Prophets of Rage are back on their path of destruction!
Stalker is limp in the corner and Shadoe Rage grabs him ...

CL: EXPLODER SUPLEX OUT OF THE CORNER!

[Pizzazz begins to applaud and suddenly Saraphina rushes at her, but
just a moment before she reaches her Derek drops down and glares at
the smaller woman ...]

CL: Oh God!

FH: Derek hasn't down anything and honestly Pizzazz can handle
herself!

CL: She didn't seem to earlier.

FH: And how would you do if a raving lunatic of a woman attacked you
Lester? Come to think of it Lester have you ever been touched by a
woman .. I mean besides your mother?

CL: How do you even have a job?

FH: real simple I call a match when something important happens
Lester, like right now as Shadoe Rage hooks the far side leg and
covers Stalker ...




ONE ...




TWO ...

CL: And Stalker gets his shoulder up!

FH: NO! No way! The referee is a moron! If he wasn't so busy looking
at Pizzazz ... well not that I can blame him ... but still this match
should have been over!

CL: Shadoe back to his feet and pulls Stalker to his feet ... He
scoops him up ... Backbreaker! Again Shadoe with the cover!




ONE ...




TWO ...

CL: And once again the challenger kicks out!

FH: Come on referee even EL OUTLAW LOCO would have been able to count
to three there and his foreign ass barely knows English!

CL: You know you're not making friends here tonight ...

FH: Trust me I do not THE OUTLAW ... I mean EL OUTLAW LOCO as a
friend.

[Shadoe grabs Stalker by the back of his mask and pulls him to his
feet. He drags him to the corner and tags in his borhter Derek, who
once again steps over the top rope and drives a right hand into the
prone side of Stalker. He quickly grabs Stalker and slips behind him
and hooks his arms around the waist of Stalker ...]

CL: RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX!

FH: Stalker tossed half way across the ring as on his head and rolls
to theapron to try and regain his senses ...

[Stalker begins to pull himself up by the ring ropes and Derek rushes
forward catching him with a boot that drives Stalker hard into the
guardrail.]


"____CCCRRRAAASSSHHH____"


[Pearson grabs Derek by his arm and warns him to not go after Stalker.
Stalker is slumped against the guardrail and grabs his head for a few
moments before slowly trying to pull himself to his feet, using the
guardrail to help him.]

FH: If he was smart he would take the count out! Why one Earth
continue to take this punishment?

CL: Urban Legend are not quitters!

FH: Maybe they should be ...

CL: Wait what is Shadoe Rage doing?

FH: He's just walking along the ring apron ...

CL: NO! DEATH FROM ABOVE! Shadoe Rage just leaped off of ring apron
driving that Double Axe Handle into the head of Stalker.

FH: Classic team work! And look at how nice he is as he pulls Stalker
to his feet and shoves him under the bottom rope.

CL: Yeah he's a real class act Fred.




ONE ...




TWO ...




THR—

CL: AND STALKER KICKS OUT!

FH: WHAT?!?! Come on! This is getting nuts. He's taking a beating ...
I swear the referee has been paid off!

[On the outside Shadoe tosses his arms into the air in frustration and
Semi begins to pound his turnbuckle urging the fans to get behind
Stalker.]

CL: The crowd is starting once again get fired up here Fred ...

FH: Who cares they can do nothing to help Stalker now! Derek is
pulling him up ...

CL: And Stalker catches him in the jaw with a Uppercut, and a second
Uppercut. The referee is warning him to lay off the closed fists and
he drives a Dropkick to the knee of Derek dropping the big man to one
knee ...

FH: And he's right back to throwing the rights and lefts into the head
of Derek!

CL: Stalker with a Spinning Elbow knocking Derek backwards to the mat
and he dives for his corner ...

[The crowd explodes as Semi comes back into the ring and drives the
point of his knee into the head of Derek. As he pulls Derek to his
feet once again Shadoe comes rushing into the ring, Semi shoves Derek
to the side and just catches the charging Shadoe with a big boot to
his jaw.]

FH: NO! Shadoe is down!

CL: And Semi turning back to Derek ... he unloads massive rights and
lefts into the forehead of Derek driving him back into the corner ...

[Semi grabs the arm of Derek and whips him hard into the far side
corner, Semi begins to rush forward ...]

CL: We could be seeing a Corner Splash ...

FH: CHOP BLOCK! Shadoe caught Semi with a Chop Block and dropped the
big man to the mat!

CL: Shaode rolls out of the ring smirking! He just bough his partner
some time and he knows it! Semi is getting back to his feet and he is
driving back to the mat with a vicious clothesline!

FH: I told you Lester, no matter how out of it they look the Prophets
will always come back!

CL: They are the champions for a reason but Urban Legends is still
fighting here right now! Semi is getting to his feet and he catches a
wild kick by Derek and just shoves Derek into the corner ... Stalker
tags himself in as Semi has trapped Derek in the corner by just
continuing to throw shoulder block after shoulder block into his
midsection!

[Stalker enters the ring and takes a few steps from the men in the
corner and rushes forward leaping onto the back of Semi as he pulls
away from Derek and Stalker drives his knee into the face of Derek!]

CL: Stalker using his partner as a springboard and drives that knee
into the jaw of Derek Rage.

FH: Come on referee get one of them out of the ring!

CL: Derek stumbles from the corner and falls face first into the mat
... Shadoe trying to get into the ring at the moment as Stalker
ascends to the top turnbuckle ...

FH: Pizzazz is on the ring apron ...


"____CCCRRRAAASSSHHH____"


FH: And she just shoved Stalker off of the top rope to the guardrail!

CL: Come on referee that should be a dq!

FH: It should be but do you think that Urban Legends would want this
match to be thrown out?

CL: ...

FH: Exactly, but who cares the referee didn't see it!

[Saraphina grabs the time keeper and tosses him to the side as she
grabs his chair and folds it up rushing towards Pizzazz. She swings
wilding as the tall woman just ducks the swing. Shadoe Rage sees
Saraphina swinging the chair wildly at Pizzazz and slides to the
outside. He is quickly upon Saraphina and grabs the chair from her as
she swings again at Pizzazz, as Saraphina swings nothing but air
Pizzazz drives her shoulder into the mid section of Saraphina taking
her down to the concrete. The two women once again begin to grab at
one another's hair as the roll around on the outside. Shadoe tosses
the chair to the side, as he does so Semi comes rushing forward and
drives a Mafia Kick into the side of his head!]

CL: All hell is breaking loose!

FH: And the massive Derek Rage is on the outside attacking Semi!

CL: Look at Pearson! He looks livid in the ring, but he has had a hard
time controlling this match since before the opening bell!

FH: Wait is he signaling to the time keeper ....



*DING DING DING*

CL: Wait! What's happening!

HD: Ladies and Gentlemen the referee has thrown this match out!

FH: I can't believe it! We have seen worse brawls here in the PVW ...

CL: Things are getting out of control and _title_ matches aren't to be
conducted in this manner.  I think it was a good call.


"____SSSMMMAAACCCKKK____"


CL: Stalker just drives that chair over the back of Derek Rage! And
he's now turning towards Shadoe ...


"____SSSMMMAAACCCKKK____"


FH: Shadoe ducks and Stalker connects with the ring post! Shadoe
spearing Stalker!

CL: Derek Rage grabs the chari and just tosses it Semi who ducks!


"____SSSMMMAAACCCKKK____"


FH: And the chair slams hard into the guardrail!

CL: That was inches from connecting with a fan! And here comes
security!

FH: And here comes Christopher Michaelson as well!

CL: This can't be good! It's been rumored Michaelson is pissed over
the events on the last Heatwave!

FH: well he doesn't like the fact that the hand chosen Randy Acorn
failed the SSN, but rumor has it he's more upset with Rick Marley!

[Michaelson grabs a microphone from Herk Douglas as security swarms
over the six people on the outside of the ring.]

CM: That's it! That's it! I'm tired of this! I'm tired of you four not
being able to finish a match! Separate them ... Damn it! Separate them
now!

CL: Michaelson doesn't sound happy!

CM: Damn it! I said separate them!

[Michaelson begins to push his way through the brawling and drives the
microphone into the heads of one of the security guards who can't seem
to can control.]

FH: Apparently that just got everyone's attention!

[Michaelson glares at everyone for a brief moment.]

CM: That's it! This is going to be settled and it's going to be
settled on the next Heatwave! The four of you are meeting in a NO
DISQUALIFICATION MATCH! THAT'S RIGHT! NO DQ! But if any single one of
you lay a damn finger on one another between now and then I will fire
your asses so fast! So do you understand throw one more punch tonight
and your asses are history! Security escort these men to the back so
this Pay Per View can continue!

CL: Next Heatwave .. Prophets of Rage, Urban Legend Three!

FH: And it's No Disqualification Lester! The last time that the
Prophets had that rule they left the Wild Cards lying in a heap!

CL: But Urban Legend can cheat with the best of them Fred!

FH: The Prophets are the tag team champions ... You have to beat then
to take the belts.

CL: What an announcement ... Urban Legend and the Prophets one _final_
time ...  It's one of PVW's longest blood feuds and they will finish
things in no holds barred!

FH: The Prophets have injured tag team after tag team.  They hurt
Urban Legend in a normal tag team match.  What do you think will
happen when they get Urban Legend in their own type of game?

CL: By the looks at what just went down I think Urban Legend will be
alright.  Let's go to the back where Rick Marley has some final words
for his opponents here tonight!

FH: Listen closely Craven... You do Doc!

[The camera fades in on PVW wrestler and Widowmakers Incorporated's
leader "Showtime" Rick Marley, dressed in his wrestling gear and
sitting on a simple wooden bench.  Behind the dark haired
cruiserweight row upon row of lockers are visible in the dimly
flickering florescent lighting, giving everything a sickly yellowish
tinge.  To his right, the tiled wall opens into the shower area, now
empty, but the puddles on the floor provide ample testimony to their
use in the recent past.

Marley looks deeply into the the camera lens, then a small, almost
regretful smile creeps onto his features, and with a shake of the head
and a sigh, he looks down at the floor for a moment before his eyes
move back up to the camera.]

"You know...with War Games here, a lot of guys are going to talk about
the nature of war....they'll bring up past battles, both literal and
figurative.  With the full support and assistance from Strickland
Sports Network they'll make this War Games match sound like it's going
to literally be a war.

The only problem with that is that it's all a big steaming pile of
horse[BLEEP]."

[Marley sits up a bit straighter, shrugs and then shifts his weight,
leaning back on the wooden bench and settling his weight onto his
hands.]

"By its very definition war is an impersonal thing: either an
extension of foreign policy or a failure of foreign policy, depending
on which school of thought you subscribe to...but it's
institutionalized...almost clinical in both the way that's its
handled...impersonal.  There are rules that are followed by both
sides, and almost everyone else pushes things to be settled as quickly
as possible.

It's all very civilized, in its own way.

Which is to say that it's nothing at all like War Games."

[Pausing and closing his eyes, Marley continues.]

"I've BEEN in War Games matches before.  They're brutal.  They're
vicious, they're bloody.

War can be all of those things...but War Games...especially THIS War
Games is one thing that war is not: it's personal."

[Coming to his feet, Marley's face takes on a disgusted look as he
begins pacing.]

"I've been standing up for how many months now and telling anyone that
will listen that the Widowmakers pay their debts.  I've stood up and
warned people not to involve themselves unless they want to get
hurt...that we're going to get what's rightfully ours: Every damned
title this place has to offer...it didn't have to be this way."

[Shaking his head, Marley punches a locker, the loud bang going off
like a gunshot in the otherwise quiet locker room.]

"But Bill friggin' Craven couldn't leave well enough alone.  The
balance books had been evened up...he laid me up, I sent Merc after
him...even if the idiot couldn't get the job done, we could have moved
past it...

But no.  He had to bring in more people.

And more.

And more.

It turned into an avalanche, and now War Games is gonna bury him and
everyone in there with him.

Merc, Ryder, Sinister...buried.

And Hollilday...

Holliday."

[Marley shakes his head.]

"No nostalgia, Doc.  No weakness.  You showed up here looking for my
blood...tried to hang me high and watch me twitch.  A lot of guys in
this place think the cowboy thing's an act with you...

Hell, some of the idiots even buy that the six shooters are props.

But I was there in Atlanta, Doc.  I remember...and even  if you were
cleared of those charges, I know what you're capable of.  I know who
you are and what you do.

Possibly better than you do.

I know that you've gone 'round the bend...that you're not thinking
straight...and I know this because if you were, you'd be on OUR
side...you know what the winning team looks like.

And it ain't them."

[Glaring at the camera, Marley continues.]

"Look, you're upset about what happened to Tucson Kid?  Fine, I get
that.  You're upset over losing your legacy?  We can have a chat about
that...but you're not interested in that...just like you weren't
REALLY interested in some cheap two bit cliche of a kid being what you
leave behind when you hand your boots up, Doc.

You're better than that.

...

Or you were.

Now...well...now you're just a washed up wanna be cowboy that's about
to go down in the blaze of glory that he's always been after.

THAT'S the legacy that you're leaving for yourself now...

And you can take that to the bank."

[Cut back to Herk Douglas standing inside the ring waiting to announce
the next match.]

HD: It's time for our _DOUBLE_ CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH!!!

[HUGE POP!!!]

FH: Hell yeah Lester!  I have been waiting for this match for weeks!

CL: Gibson Hayes has quite a challenge on his hands.

HD: The rules of this match is that the first twenty minutes the PVW
Network Championship will be on the line.  In that time frame the
first man to gain a victory will be crowned the PVW Network Champion.
If the twenty minutes expire Gibson Hayes will automatically retain
the title and we move onto the second part of this match.

FH: If?  Come on Herk ... When!



G I B S O N    S U C K S ! ! !   G I B S O N    S U C K S ! ! !


G I B S O N    S U C K S ! ! !   G I B S O N    S U C K S ! ! !


G I B S O N    S U C K S ! ! !   G I B S O N    S U C K S ! ! !


G I B S O N    S U C K S ! ! !   G I B S O N    S U C K S ! ! !


HD: Once the second half of the match begins ... The PVW American
Championship will be on the line.  The same rules as the first half
will be in effect.  Once a winner is declared he will then become the
PVW American Champion.  If the twenty minutes expire then Gibson Hayes
will retain his championship belt.

FH: Again Herk ... _WHEN_!

CL: Relax Fred he is just explaining the rules!

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

Here is....

!!! EL OUTLAW LOCO !!!!

["La Cucaracha" blares throughout the arena. A pop from the crowd as
El Outlaw Loco appears on the entryway.  Dressed in his his standard
ring  gear, camouflage shorts, a tattered Gibson Hayes t-shirt and his
ever  present Luchadore mask, El Outlaw Loco raises his arm to the
crowd showing a pair of leather grapple gloves.]

FH: I still can't believe the heads of PVW are allowing this clown to
continue with this charade.  5'7, and a 165lbs?  That's a blatant lie.

CL: Really.  That's your biggest issue with El Outlaw LOCO?  His
measurements?

FH: Among other things.

[El Outlaw LOCO stands on the ring apron, and slingshots into a
forward somersault over the top rope.]

HD: His opponent... from Alameda County, California... weighing in
tonight at 239 pounds, accompanied by Katrina Cruz!


!!! GAVIN CASSEL !!!


[The opening riff to "Let It Rock" by Kevin Rudolf f. Lil' Wayne
screams to life over the PA system, and the fans unleash a heel pop as
they turn to the curtain. As the entrance way fills up with smoke, a
figure slices through it and strikes a pose at the top of the aisle.]

#I see your dir-ty face,
Hide behind your collar.
What is done in vain,
Truth is hard to swallow.
So you pray to god,
To justify the way you live a lie -- live a lie -- live a lie.#

CL: this is Gavin's second match tonight!

FH: He's a fighter and honestly if he wasn't up against Hayes Lester,
he would be my pick to win tonight!

[Dressed in full length, shiny black tights with a silver sun detailed
on the right thigh and black boots, Gavin Cassel raises one hand in
acknowledgement of the crowd's dislike, as Katrina Cruz follows him
out. Cassel has stringy blonde hair that goes just below his chin and
ever so stylish stubble. Around his neck is a tight choker necklace,
just because. Katrina is dressed in her business casual attire of
fitted jeans, mini-heels, and an American Eagle zip up hoodie, with a
black shirt underneath. Her auburn brown hair is let free and she
clutches a clipboard as she follows her charge to the ring.]

#And you take your time,
And you do your crime.
Well you made your bed,
I'm in mine#

[Gavin saunters to the ring, eluding the hands of the fans as he
obnoxiously smacks on a piece of gum. At ringside, he slides into the
ring on his belly, pops to his feet and then climbs onto the second
rope, spitting his gum into the crowd and sticking his tongue out.
Gavin jumps off and lands in the center of the ring, giving a loud war
whoop as he backs into his corner, where Katrina waits to talk with
him.]

CL: And here comes a man looking for revenge ...

FH: Oh please, everything that Gibson said about him was true and you
know it!

[The lights in the arena dim as the abrupt beginning to "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.]

# I've seen angels fall from blinding heights
# But you yourself are nothing so divine
# Just next in line

[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.]

# Arm yourself because no-one else here will save you
# The odds will betray you
# And I will replace you

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

"HELLRAISER"

!!! TOM LANDIS !!!

# You can't deny the prize; it may never fulfill you
# It longs to kill you
# Are you willing to die

# The coldest blood runs through my veins
# You know my name

[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.]

[Smooth, soulful opening piano music with a fine, purposeful beat
start us up. Well I'll be, it's Cat Power's "Living Proof".]

o/` It's not your face
o/` Or the color of your hair
o/` Or the sound of your voice my dear
o/` That's got me driving here

HD: And their opponent ... standing six foot three inches and weighing
in at 231 pounds ...

From Tuscaloosa, Alabama

Here is ...


THE NETWORK CHAMPION ...THE AMERICAN CHAMPION



!!! GIBSON 'RED' HAYES !!!


[Out comes Gibson "Red" Hayes with his growing Jim Jonesian like
entourage. Hayes is in a very bright red boxer's robe, all shiny and
new. The robe has gold piping and Gibson has decided to set it off by
wearing a pair of cherry red boxing gloves. Right next to him is the
rotund miscreant manager: Todd "the Rod" Johnstone. Behind Johnstone
is the big form of "Big Bubba" Warren Hayes, who is holding a sign
reading: Gibson "Living Proof" Hayes... and we get to see the very
same written on the back of Gibson's robe.]

o/` It's the ice in the seam, the scheme of you

[The fans, of course, don't really take to Gibson and are boooing to
their hearts' content. Gibson, meanwhile, gets to the ring steps and
throws an air combination. As he steps into the actual ring he throws
another fierce combination into the air and does some fancy foot
stepping while Todd, completely in theme wearing a dirty gray
sweat suit, terrycloth towel around his neck and a red wool cap shouts
instructions to Gibson. Big Bubba massages the champ'een's shoulders
as Gibson bounces his head back and forth.]

o/` You're supposed to have the answer
o/` You're supposed to have living proof

[Hayes shoots out his right arm, pointing at each of his opponents as
Johnstone and Big Bubba shout encouragement. Gibson takes off his
robes, exposing shiny red baggy boxing trunks and shoes as his in ring
attire this evening. Of course Gibson removes the boxing gloves. Oddly
enough Todd has a small stool and a spit bucket for Gibson.]

CL: You have to be kidding me! He does realize that he's not a boxer?

FH: Of course he does Lester. He's just trying to get into the minds
of his opponents ... you know confuse them. It's what a good champion
does ... mind games!

[Gibson Hayes demands the house microphone. He gets his wish but then
he suddenly defers to Warren "Big Bubba" Hayes. The big man is wearing
a beautiful cherry red suit with the sleeves ripped off to let his
massive arms loose. Big Bubba takes the microphone and takes a deep
breath.]

Chip Lester: What's that man want now?

Fred Hoyle: Why don't you shut your trap? Maybe you'll learn
something.

"Big Bubba" Hayes: Yo, shut you damn mouths! Maybe if y'all would shut
up now and then you honkies wouldn't be so gat dam ignorant!

[The crowd boos but Gibson and Todd are clapping and nodding.]

"Big Bubba" Hayes: I got something to read, to classy up tonight cause
you suckers sure as hell ain't got no class. I wrote a poem special
for this occasion.

Tonight everyone's eyes are on me.
I wonder what they see?
Do they think they know
My reality?
Of the blight on my city
With policeman saying I'm uppity
The cops try to beat me
Saying I tried to force myself, carnally
On some two bit whore
Well f[TV EDIT] you Mr. Policeman
Go f[TV EDIT] yourself
F[TV EDIT] your dog and your cat too
Stop trying to blame me
Only cause I'm black
I'll crush your stupid little neck
Choke you dead
Suck my balls you f[TV EDIT]head!

[Massive boos pour in from the audience as Big Bubba bows. The camera
focuses on Gibson as he wipes away a tear from his right eye.]

CL: You have to kidding me ... what a waste of our time here on Pay
Per View ..

FH: [snickering] Big Bubba Hayes is telling you how it is Lester ...
you better respect a man like  Big Bubba.

CL: What? I've heard better poetry from my parrot!

[Cassel is leaning over talking with Cruz as he prepares for his
biggest match in PVW up to date.]

___________    ____      ________________________________________
___  __ \_ |  / /_ |    / / PVW Network and PVW American Championship
__  /_/ /_ | / /__ | /| / /        Fatal Four Way 40 Minute Match
_  ____/__ |/ / __ |/ |/ / Cassel v. Landis v. El Outlaw LOCO v. Hayes
/_/    _____/  ____/|____________________________________________



*DING*DING*DING*

CL: Final the bell has sounded and all four men are looking at one
another cautiously ... Hayes is stepping forward ...

FH: And he's going right for the traitor Tom Landis!  What a brave
American Lester!

[Gibson Hayes stares into the eyes of Tom Landis for a long moment
before he suddenly thrusts his right hand into the throat of Landis.]

CL: He just punched Landis in the throat!

[Landis grabs his throat as Gibson Hayes quickly rushes to the ring
ropes and dives under the bottom rope to the floor.]

FH: I heard Landis daring him to punch him in the throat!

CL: No he didn't! Hayes is a coward and took a cheap shot!

FH: You can't talk to an American Icon like that!  You better watch
what you say about Gibson Hayes you may turn the secret service on
you.

[El Outlaw LOCO quickly hooks the tights of Landis and executes a
roll-up.]

FH: Talk about a cheap shot!

ONE ...




TWO ...

[And Cassel grabs LOCO's leg pulling him off of Landis. Landis
continues to hold his throat as referee Jim Pearson checks up on him.
Cassel drives his knee into the back of LOCO's head ...]

FH: Like that will do anything to him ...  There is nothing up there
but empty space Gavin.

CL: Katrina Cruz is slapping the mat cheering on Gavin Cassel.

[And Cassel quickly to his feet and grabs Landis with an inside cradle
as the veteran was slowly trying to get to his feet ...]




ONE ...




TWO ...


FH: And Hayes reaches into the ring stopping the referee from making
the three count!

CL: I think Katrina Cruz thought that one was over as she shakes her
head but a heads up move by the champion! Cassel has released the
inside cradle and LOCO grabs Cassel by the back of his head and drives
Cassel into the mat with a Inverted DDT!

FH: LOCO with a cover ...




ONE ...




[And Landis is on his feet just looking at the cover.]

FH: WHAT LANDIS NOT TRYING TO BREAK UP THE PINFALL!




TWO ...

[Gibson Hayes slides into the ring and launches himself forward ...


THREE ????

CL: NO! HAYES JUST AND I MEAN JUST BROKE UP THAT PINFALL ATTEMPT!

FH: Why didn't Landis do anything about it?!

[As Hayes begins to get back to his feet Landis rushes driving his
knee square into the face of the champion knocking him hard back into
the mat. Landis grabs Hayes by his head and pulls him to his feet as
LOCO and Cassel lock up in the center of the ring. Landis with a front
chancery and powers Hayes into the air, as Cassel applies a side head
lock and takes two steps forward driving the head of LOCO into the mat
with a Bulldog.]

CL: Landis powers Hayes into the air ... WIDOW MAKER!

FH: Hayes' head just spiked into the mat with that Brianbuster suplex!
And Landis is just straddling Hayes and raining rights and lefts into
the forehead of the champ!

CL: He's looking for pay back right now and Cassel has rolled LOCO
over ...




ONE ...




TWO ...


THR –

CL: LOCO KICKS OUT!  Again Katrina Cruz thought that one was over.

FH: I'm really getting the feeling that Landis does not care the least
bit for the Network Title!

CL: I agree with you there Fred ... and Cassel agains pulling LOCO to
his feet and whips him hard into the far side ropes ...

[LOW BRIDGE POP!]

CL: And Big Bubba just pulled the top rope down and LOCO slams hard
into the concrete.

[Cassel shrugs his shoulders and grabs Landis off of Hayes an whips
him hard towards Big Bubba who is pulling LOCO to his feet ....]

[FACE POP!]

CL: Landis just used the momentum from Cassel's whip and hit a huge
PLANCHA on Big Bubba and LOCO!

FH: Landis and LOCO are sprawled out on the ringside area and Cassel
is pulling Hayes to his feet once again ... Greco Roman Thumb to the
Eye!

CL: Cassel is blinded and Hayes applying a side headlock ...

FH: NOOGIES! Cassel getting a lesson right now from the champion!

CL: And what lesson is that?

FH: Don't mess with America!

CL: Cassel is American!

FH: So he says! He claims to be from California ... how we to know he
didn't border jump or swim the Pacific?

HD: FIVE MINUTES HAVE ELAPSED. FIFTEEN MINUTES REMAIN!

[On the outside both EL Outlaw LOCO and Landis are getting back to
their feet. Big Bubba grabs Landis and LOCO fires off a Superkick
flattening Big Bubba. Landis nods at LOCO but LOCO delievers a
Superkick to Landis sending him sprawling on the concrete floor
again.]

CL: LOCO going Superkick crazy on the outside!

FH: I'm not sure he caught Landis as flushed as he wanted to but it
did the job! LOCO sliding back itno the ring as Hayes has shifted to a
front chancery and he lifts Cassel up ... BOUNCED CHECK!

CL: Hayes drilling that Slingshot suplex and rolling over for the
cover!




ONE ...

FH: And that damn LOCO breaks up the cover pulling Hayes to his feet
by the hair ...

CL: And Hayes stomps on the foot of LOCO!

FH: He's a technical mastermind inside that ring!

[Hayes with a kick to the gut of El Outlaw Loco, tucks his head
between  his legs, and lifts him up for a Powerbomb.]

CL: You can't Powerbomb El Outlaw LOCO!

[El Outlaw LOCO pushes off Hayes and grabs him by the head.  He pulls
him down hitting him with a Faceplant.]

FH: How'd you know that?

CL: Because you can't Powerbomb El Outlaw LOCO.

[LOCO rolls Hayes over for the cover!]




ONE ...

FH: And Cassel breaking the pinfall attempt as he drops his knee into
the back of LOCO. LOCO rolling to the apron, And Cassel with another
pin attempt!




ONE ...




TWO ...


FH: NO! Hayes gets his right shoulder up!

CL: Landis is getting to his feet on the outside as LOCO is getting up
in the ring! Cassel pulls Hayes to his feet ...


"____WHAAAAAAAAAAAAACK____"


CL: A HARD Left handed Jab and Hayes hits the mat as if he was shot!
Cassel not looking to waste time as he pulls Hayes to his feet once
again and locks on Front Chancery and LOCO coming over and hooking on
one himself ...

FH: DOUBLE VERTICAL SUPLEX! LOCO and Cassel driving Hayes to the mat
with that team work and both men are  to their feet ...

CL: LOCO looking for a Superkick but Cassel ducks under it and Landis
SPEARS THE HELL OUT OF CASSEL!

FH: Cassel nearly folded in half there! Look at the dissapointment in
the eyes of Mrs. Cruz ...  I can't stand such a look on a lovely
female.  Landis to his feet and LOCO misses another Superkick! Landis
catching LOCO in the gut with a swift kick and a picture perfect
Neckbreaker!

CL: Landis looking around the ring and he sees Hayes in the corner
fanning himself ... Dropkick to Hayes' head!

FH: Did you see the way that Hayes' skull bounced off of that bottom
turnbuckle!

CL: Hayes looking like he is on dream street at the moment and Landis
reaching forward pulling the champion to his feet once again ...

FH: CHOP BLOCK! Cassel blindsiding Landis with that Chop Block and now
Cassel is stalking Hayes who is begging for a time out ...

CL: Cruz is clapping as Cassel poses ... WAIT!

[Hayes reaches forward grabbing Cassel by the trunks and pulling him
into the top turnbuckle. Cassel staggers out and Hayes with an eye
gouge, stomp to the foot ...]

FH: Hayes using the Cassel's own Memphis Trio!

CL: Hayes though grabbing Cassel by the throat and forcing him to the
mat with a back heel trip ...

[SYMPATHY POP!]

FH: And Hayes just stomps below the belt!

CL: That should be a DQ!

FH: I agree ... Hayes retains the Network Championship due to DQ!

[Cruz leans under the bottom ropes trying to talk to Cassel but her
voice is drowned out by Hayes begins to scream at Cassel ... You
didn't learn dick! You suck! Go suck on Kinsey's nuts again!]

CL: Cassel holding his jewels at the moment and here comes Jim Pearson
screaming at Hayes as he tries to figure out if he actually stepped
there.

FH: And Hayes is nodding his head! Hayes is admitting to it! What
genius! He's trying to get DQed right now!

[LOCO rushes forward catching Hayes by his shoulder and spins him
around and executes a low Dropkick taking the champions legs out from
under him. Hayes sprawls onto the mat and LOCO grabs his legs turning
him over ...]

CL: LIONTAMER!

FH: Landis getting to his feet and he's just nodding as LOCO has that
Liontamer locked in. Damn it Landis get in the match!

CL: Landis seems to be enjoying the punishment that LOCO and Cassel
are dishing out to Hayes here tonight!

[Hayes begins to scream as LOCO wrenches the Liontamer tighter.
Pearson drops down to the face and Hayes and begins to ask him if he
submits. -

"NO! NO! I'M AN AMERICAN HERO! I DON'T GIVE UP! DID AMERICA GIVE UP
AFTER PEARL HARBOR!"]

FH: No they didn't and Hayes refusing to give up now!

[Cassel rolls to his feet and rushes forward rebounding off of the
nearside ropes and drives a vicious Clothesline across the throat of
LOCO cause him to release the Liontamer. Cassel looks over his
shoulder at Landis and sees him still standing in the corner so he
motions for Hayes to get to his feet and as Hayes reaches all fours
Cassel begins to rush forward ...]

FH: Exfoliator! Cassel drilling the Double Champion with that Knee
Lift! And I think the champ might be busted open!

CL: It looks like Cassel busted the lip of Hayes there!

FH: Now you see why he had a spit bucket at ringside! Just in case he
needed it!

Big Bubba Hayes reaches into the ring and drags Cassel to the floor
before he can do any further damage. As Cassel spins around to catch
Big Bubba with a right hand, he backs up raising his hands to the air
as if he is innocent! LOCO stands to his feet and grabs the top rope
...]

CL: SPRINGBOARD SOMERSAULT SPLASH! Cassel and Big Bubba both taken
down ... Cruz just _barley_ moved out of the way!

FH: I swear he is so stupid! This is what at least the second time
since the PVW opened that LOCO has decided it was more fun to leap out
of the ring instead of trying to win a title!

[Landis shrugging his shoulders and rushing forward towards the champ
driving his knee into the side of the champs head. He quickly grabs
Hayes by the head and locking on a Front Chancery. Big Bubba, Cassel
and LOCO are slowly getting back to their feet on the outside. ]

CL: Landis pulling Hayes up with a Vertical Suplex ...

[Instead of driving Hayes backwards he finishes the move with a Front
Layout. Cassel drills LOCO with hard left hand and grabs him by the
right arm whipping him into the ring apron.]

CL: CHICAGO THUNDERBOMB I! Landis drilling one of his signature spots
and he rolls Hayes over ... is he finally going for the cover?!?

[Before we can even find out Cassel dives into the ring and blindsides
Landis with a diving elbow to the side of the head.]

FH: Cassel being an opportunist and stealing the thunder from Landis
as he knocked him silly there ...





ONE ...




TWO ...

FH: And Big Bubba pulls Cassel out again!

CL: Damn him! Wait LOCO is on the apron ...

[LOCO grabs the top rope and slingshots himself over the top rope.]

CL: SLIGNSHOT SENTON ONTO HAYES!




ONE ...




TWO ...




THREE !!!!

FH: WHAT!?!? YOU HAVE TO BE KIDDING ME!

CL: LOCO WINS! EL OUTLAW LOCO WINS THE NETWORK CHAMPIONSHIP!

FH: NO!! NO!!! NO!!!

*DING DING DING*

HD: AND THE WINNER AND NEW NETWORK CHAMPION ...


!!! EL OUTLAW LOCO !!!


[LOCO stands up thrusting his arms into the air and begins to run
around the ring in a victory lap.]

FH: WHAT?!?! This can't be! I mean look at him he looks like he just
won the World Heavyweight Championship! This ... this is travesty!

[LOCO suddenly dives onto Hayes once again and begins to scream for
Pearson to make the count ...]

CL: LOCO looking to win both titles right now!




ONE ...




TWO ...


FH: AND LANDIS DRIVING HIS BOOT INTO THE SIDE OF LOCO'S HEAD!  Thank
the lord Lester.  Could you imagine this mental case a _double_
champion?

CL: It looks like Landis wants the American Title!

[LOCO staggers to his feet and is met by a charging Landis who leaps
driving his knee into the head of LOCO knocking him to the mat once
again. As Landis pulls LOCO to his feet, Cassel slides into the ring
and hooks the leg of Hayes ...]




ONE ...




TWO ...


THR –

FH: Thank God! Red just gets his right shoulder up!

CL: Cassel pulling Hayes to his feet as Landis drives LOCO into the
mat with a Belly to Back Suplex.

CL: Snapmare by Cassel and he follows up a vicious kick to the back of
Hayes' Head!

[Cassel begins to do a mock pat on the back as he watches Hayes roll
along the mat grabbing his head. Cassel reaches for the head of Hayes
but Landis spins him around and catches him with a Short Arm
Clothesline. Landis looks at the fallen Cassel for a brief moment and
once again focuses his attack on Hayes as he pulls the former double
champion to his feet and whips him to the nearside ropes. Hayes slides
under the bottom rope and waves towards the ring like he is finished
with this match. Johnston though grabs Hayes and begins to whisper
something in his ear.]

CL: I'm sure Johnston is telling Hayes that there is a chance that
someone could be pinned before the ten count and cost him his title.

FH: What??!?! This is robbery! The PVW is trying to steal both titles
from Hayes! Like it's not bad enough that someone LOCO won the Network
Title!

[Hayes throws up his hand in disgust as Cassel grabs Landis from
behind and executes a schoolboy roll-up ...]




ONE ...




TWO ...

[Hayes leaps onto the apron as Landis kicks out and gets to his feet
as Cassel does the same. The two men lock up as Hayes wipes his
forehead. Without warning  El Outlaw LOCO hits him from the side with
a back elbow.]

CL: That'll leave a mark.

[El Outlaw LOCO grabs Hayes from inside the ring, he tucks his head
and flips him in from the outside with a bridging Northern Lights
Suplex. Cassel whips Landis towards the ropes and Landis sees LOCO
with the pinfall attempt ...]

CL: The WILDCARD! LOCO Bridging for the cover!



ONE ...




TWO ...


FH: And Landis drops an Elbow into the exposed ribs of LOCO! Weather
or not Cassel wanted that it happen when he whipped him it saved us
from having LOCO as a double champion!

[Landis gets to his feet once again and catches a charging Cassel with
a Side Walk Slam. Landis springs to his feet and pulls LOCO to his
feet as Cassel and Hayes have both rolled to the ring apron. He drives
his knee into the gut of LOCO and doubles him over. He double
underhooks the arms of LOCO ...]

CL: BEFORE THE FALL! That's the Double Underhook Sitdown Piledriver
Scott Daniels made famous!

FH: LOCO is out of it!

[As Landis hooks the far side rope the crowd begins counting with
him.]




ONE ...




TWO ...



THREE???

FH: NO! Gibson Hayes stomping the back of Landis' head at the last
possible second saving his American Title! And now Hayes covering
LOCO!




ONE ...




TWO ...




THREE???

CL: And Gavin Cassel keeps this match going as he just and I mean just
pull Hayes off of LOCO!

[Cassel whips Hayes into the far side ropes as Pearson checks on LOCO
who is still out by the apron. Landis catches Hayes with a Drop Toe
Hold and Cassel rushes forward driving an elbow to the prone head of
Hayes. Landis floats to the ankle of Hayes and applies an Ankle Lock.
As Hayes begins to scream in pain Cassel grabs Landis in an Inverted
Face Lock ...  Katrina Cruz stands on the outside looking on.]

CL: Landis with the Ankle Lock and Cassel has just cinched in the
Dragon Sleeper on Landis!

FH: Hayes is screaming but as a true Champion would he's dealing with
the pain!

CL: Cassel continues to wrench in the Dragon Sleeper and Landis has to
release the Ankle Lock for fear of passing out before Hayes submits!

[Landis though continues to pull back on the ankle as Cassel tries to
drop to his knee to sink the Dragon Sleeper in tighter. Landis has to
release the ankle lock as Cassel continues to force him to bend in a
way the human body was not meant to bend. Hayes pulls himself along
the mat away from the other men.]

CL: Landis releases the Ankle Lock! And Cassel drives Landis into the
mat with an Inverted DDT!

FH: Cassel reaching and hooking the leg of Landis!




ONE ...




TWO ...



THREE ???

FH: And Hayes hobbles over and broke over the count with an elbow! Not
even a limp can stop the American Champion for keeping his title!

HD: FIVE MINUTES HAVE ELAPSED! FIFTEEN MINUTES REMAIN!

[Hayes drops to his knees next to Landis and begins to choke the life
out of him with both hands.]

CL: Hayes showing complete disregard for the rules right now as he
chokes Landis ...

FH: He has until the count of five to break the hold and there he
breaks it ...

CL: And he's met with a stiff kick to the face from Gavin Cassel!
Cassel hooks the far side leg of Hayes ...




ONE ...




TWO ...




THR—

FH: Hayes kicks out!

CL: And Cassel scampers over to the body of Loandis ...




ONE ...




TWO ...



[Katrina Cruz holds her arms up expecting the win ...]


THR –


CL: And Landis kicks out!

FH: Thank god!

CL: You're rooting for Landis?!?!

FH: I don't want to live in country that doesn't have Gibson Hayes as
Champion Lester!

CL: Oh brother.

[Cassel slaps the mat in frustration and turns his attention towards
Gibson who is back peddling away from Landis and Cassel. Cassel
reaches for Hayes, but Hayes grabs Pearson by the leg and pulls
himself behind him.]

CL: I can't believe it ... Hayes using Pearson as a shield! And he
just shoves Pearson at Cassel.

[Cassel grabs Pearson and shoes him to the side. As he does so Hayes
reaches into his tights and tosses a faint white powder at his eyes.]

FH: TIME OUT!

CL: TIME OUT MY ASS! THAT WAS SALT!

FH: I could swear he was just signaling for a time out Lester!

[As Cassel grabs his eyes in pain Hayes gets to his feet and stomps on
the knee of Cassel forcing him to drop to one knee. Hayes quickly
locks on a front chancery and pulls Cassel to his feet and lifts him
high into the air ...]

CL: And Landis dropkicks the knees right out from under Hayes!

[As Hayes tumbles to the mat Cassel lands on top of him and the
referee is quickly in position.]




ONE ...

CL: And Landis just pulls Cassel to his feet and tosses him through
the middle rope to the floor! Looks like those attack ads may have
pissed some people off.

FH: It's not his fault people can't handle the truth Lester! Landis
grabs Hayes forcibly to his feet and drills him with a right hand ...
and a second right hand ... the champ is staggered into the ropes.

[Landis places his left hand across the jaw of Hayes and unloads with
a knife edge chop.]


"____TTTHHHWWWAAAPPP____"


"____TTTHHHWWWAAAPPP____"


"____TTTHHHWWWAAAPPP____"


"____TTTHHHWWWAAAPPP____"


"____TTTHHHWWWAAAPPP____"


CL: And Landis is turning Hayes' chest into the Red Light District!

[Landis grabs Hayes by the right arm and sends him into the far side
ropes, Hayes rebounds off of the ropes and as he does so Landis rushes
forward and leaps into the air catching him with a Flying Forearm!
Hayes is dropped to the mat and Landis is quick to his feet. He pulls
Hayes up ...]

CL: PILEDRIVER!

FH: And Landis is looking proud of himself at the moment ... Cassel
sliding back into the ring again ...

CL: As Landis is getting to his feet ... Flying Forearm from Cassel to
Landis!

FH: I guess what goes around truly does come around Lester!

[Cassel ignores the fallen Landis and pulls Hayes to his feet. Cassel
locks on a three quarter nelson ...]

CL: Could Cassel be looking for the G-Spot!?!

[Landis is back to his feet and rushes at Cassel who tries to kick
Landis in the mid section but Landis stops short and Cassel misses the
kick. As Cassel is off balance Landis leaps and catches him with a
Dropkick.]

CL: that Dropkick forced him to release the Three Quarter Nelson!

[Landis rushes forward and tries for a western Lariat but Cassel ducks
the attempt and Landis hits the ropes, as he rebounds Cassel lowers
his head and Backbody Drops Landis to the mat. Cassel stands over
Landis and measures him with a Legdrop across the Throat.]

CL: Cassel hooking the leg ...




ONE ...




TWO ...


THR –

FH: And Hayes once again dives for the save!

CL: With each nearfall by Cassel it appears as if Katrina Cruz becomes
a bit more frustrated out there.

[Hayes begins to alternate stomps on the fallen figures of Landis and
Cassel.]

CL: Hayes fighting two men here and right now he is keeping them
grounded on the mat!

FH: And Hayes dropping down and grabbing the neck of Cassel ...

CL: Call it what it is Fred! He's choking him!

[Pearson screams at Hayes to release the chock, which he does but he
shifts the chock to the throat of Tom Landis! Slowly LOCO begins to
use the ropes to pull himself to his feet.]

FH: And he's choking the life out of the traitor now!

CL: And Jim Pearson grabs Hayes pulling him off of Landis. What the
hell is he doing now?

FH: Well Lester, it looks like he is pulling Cassel to his feet and
Body Slamming him onto Landis! And now he's dragging Cassel next to
Landis  ... this is great he's pinning both men at once!




ONE ...




TWO ...




THREE ???

CL: NO! EL OUTLAW LOCO with a really low Dropkick that catches Hayes
in the head and breaks up the pin fall!

HD: TEN MINUTES HAVE ELASPED! TEN MINUTES REMAIN!

CL: We're down to ten minutes and EL Outlaw LOCO is back in the match!

FH: He looks out on his feet though Lester!

CL: Before the Fall has put out some of the biggest names in the
industry Fred. It's amazing LOCO was only out for just over five
minutes!

[LOCO grabs Hayes and pulls him to his feet. He catches Hayes in the
midsection with a stiff kick and rushes forward to the ropes. Hayes
slowly standing back up ...

CL: ASIA MOONSAULT! Hayes is down and LOCO is going for the double
title win!




ONE ...




TWO ...



THREE ???

FH: NO! HAYES KICKS OUT! And here comes Cassel ...


"____TTTHHHWWWAAAPPP____"


FH: He just drove his boot into the side of LOCO's head!

CL: LOCO just drilled with that punt and he rolls towards the ring
apron. And Cassel is pulling Hayes to his feet once again ... G_SPOT!

FH: NO! NO! NO!

CL: Cassel nailed his Diamond Cutter!




ONE ...




TWO ...




THREE ???




[FACE POP!]




CL: And Tom Landis just pulls Gavin Cassel off of Hayes! Hayes is out
but he still has the American Championship for the moment!

[Landis and Cassel are both to their feet and Landis ducks a wild
right for Cassel and slips behind him locking on a waistlock.]

CL: GERMAN SUPLE and Landis maintaining the bridge!




ONE ...




TWO ...


FH: And Cassel kicks out! Both men are rolling to their feet and
Landis connects with a Knife Edge Chop on Cassel, allowing him to grab
the arm of Cassel and whip him hard into the corner.

CL: Landis with a head of steam ...

[Landis charges in and lowers his head as if he is going to Shoulder
Block Cassel in the gut but Cassel leaps over him and executes a
Sunset Flip.]




ONE ...




TWO ...


FH: Landis powers out!

CL: Cassel with that Sunset Flip out of nowhere! Landis to his feet
first, but LOCO is has gotten back to his feet and drills both Cassel
and Landis with a double Clothesline!

[LOCO grabs the top rope and begins to shake it wildly.]

FH: What the hell is he doing? Channeling some warrior spirit?!?

CL: LOCO grabs Cassel and body Slams him to the mat! He looks at
Landis who is still on the mat ... and LOCO makes for the top rope.

[LOCO stands on the top rope for a moment and extends both arms into
the air.]

CL: TOP ROPE ELBOW DROP INTO THE HEART OF CASSEL!




ONE ...




TWO ...




THR –

FH: And Landis is back up grabbing LOCO by the back of his mask.

[Landis spins LOCO around and drives his knee into the midsection of
LOCO. As LOCO doubles over he locks on a Front Chancery and powers
LOCO upside down as in a vertical suplex and then pushes LOCO's upper
body forward while sitting down, ending the move in the same position
as the sitout powerbomb.]

CL: CHICAGO THUNDERBOMB II! Landis just drilled his main finisher!
This has to be it!



ONE ...




TWO ...




THREE ???

FH: NO! Gavin Cassel just and I mean just put LOCO's foot on the
bottom rope! Cassel just saved Hayes' American Title!

CL: Landis was inches and I mean inches from winning the American
Championship there! Landis getting to his feet and Hayes comes rushing
forward knocking Landis through the middle rope to the ring apron!

FH: And Hayes is dropping on LOCO, hooking the near side rope!




ONE ...




TWO ...




THREE ???

CL: And once again Cassel with the save!  I think even Katrina Cruz is
a bit suprised by that one!

FH: DAMN!

[Cassel pulls Hayes to his feet and drives a resounding left jab into
the jaw of the champ that staggers him to the ropes. Cassel drives his
knee into the midsection of Hayes once, twice and a third time. Cassel
steps back and rushes forward catching Hayes with a Clothesline ...]

CL: And both men are over the top rope to the floor!

FH: And somehow Hayes wound up on top of Cassel there!

[Hayes reaches into his boot and pulls something out, hiding it into
his fist and he begins to rain rights into the forehead of Cassel.
After the fifth right Hayes back and blood can be seen dripping from
the forehead of Cassel. This is called a Safety Violation boy!]

CL: Is Hayes driving a fork into the forehead of Cassel?

FH: What! Are you accusing Hayes of cheating Lester?

CL: Yes, yes I am!

[Tom Landis comes rushing from the other side of the ring and grabs
Hayes by the head and pulls him to his feet. He drives a right, a left
and another right into the head of Hayes. He grabs Hayes' by the left
arm and sends him violently into the ring steps.]



"____CCCRRRAAASSSHHH____"



[As Hayes collides with the ring steps the fork slides from his hand
towards the guardrail. Landis pulls Hayes to his feet once again and
slams his head once, twice and a third time into the ring steps.]

CL: Landis making his way up the ring steps and he is pulling Hayes by
his hair behind him!

FH: What is Landis a women? I mean come on hair pulling is a girly
move!

[Once on the ring apron Landis scoops Hayes up and Body Slams him over
the top rope into the ring. Landis ascends to the top rope.]

CL: Landis on top ... Top Rope Leg Drop!




ONE ...




TWO ...




THREE ...

FH: NO! Cassel pulled Landis off of Hayes.

CL: If Hayes retains this title he owes a lot to Gavin Cassel!

FH: Cassel wants the title as bad as anyone else in the ring that's
why he saving Hayes!

CL: Are you talking against the American Hero?

FH: NO! I'm pointing out a fact Lester!


HD: FIFTEEN MINUTES HAVE ELAPSED! FIVE MINUTES REMAIN!

[Cassel finishes pulling Landis to the floor and slams him back first
into the ring apron before sliding back into the ring himself. He
pulls Hayes to his feet quickly and tires to scoop him up but Hayes is
able to counter with an Inside Cradle.]




ONE ...




TWO ...




THRE –

CL: Cassel kicks out! And Landis is back on the ring apron and he
grabs Hayes as he stands up ...

[Landis drops to the floor, as he does so he clotheslines Hayes across
the top rope throat first. Hayes stumbles back a few steps and Cassel
rolls him up ...]



ONE ...




TWO ...



THREE ???

FH: And Hayes kicks out!

CL: Cassel up and so is Hayes and LOCO!

FH: LOCO from nowhere just Speared Hayes! LOCO Hooking the far side
leg ...



ONE ...



TWO ...

CL: But Cassel grabs LOCO and locks on a front chancery ...

[Landis slides into the ring and chop blocks Cassel. He grabs LOCO and
tosses him from the ring.]

HD: FOUR MINUTES REMAIN!

CL: Cassel is down for the moment ...

FH: Cause Landis is starting to pull him up to his feet ... Cassel
grabbing Landis by the head ... JAWBREAKER!

[Landis slams to the mat holding his jaw as Hayes is getting to his
feet. Hayes jabs his thumb into the eye of Cassel and quickly slips on
a Front Chancery. He powers Cassel into the air for a Vertical Suplex
and just holds it there for a moment. He suddenly drops Down driving
Cassel's head into the mat with a Brainbuster Suplex.]

FH: RED STATE LANDSLIDE!




ONE ...




TWO ...




THREE ???

CL: NO! LOCO PULLS HAYES OFF!

FH: THAT LOSER!

[LOCO grabs Hayes by the hair but Landis charges both men and drives a
knee into the back of LOCO that sends him crashing to the mat. LOCO
tries to get to his feet quickly but Landis catches him with a
Crescent Kick that sends LOCO tumbling through the middle rope.]

CL: LOCO back on the outside and Landis is looking for Hayes but
Cassel Dropkicks the knee of Landis out from underneath him.

FH: And Hayes rushes forward driving his boot into the side of Landis'
head!

HD: THREE MINUTES REMAIN!

CL: Cruz is on the outside looking very nervous.  This is the biggest
opportunity for Gavin Cassel in his young PVW career after that huge
win earlier tonight.

FH: Hayes going for the cover!




ONE ...




TWO ...



[Cassel pulls Hayes off of Landis and drops across Landis for the
cover.]




ONE ...




TWO ...

[Hayes grabs Cassel pulling him off of Landis and catches him with a
European Uppercut that staggers the rookie into the ropes. Hayes
drives another European Uppercut into the chest of Cassel. As he winds
up for a third Landis rolls him up.]




ONE ...




TWO ...


FH: And Cassel once again with the boots to the head of Landis!

CL: Cassel spun around by Hayes who just Headbutts Cassel in the nose!
Hayes staggers back a step before he drives his boot into the
midsection of Cassel ...

FH: DDT! And the Champ going for the cover!




ONE ...




TWO ...




THR –

CL: Cassel kicks out!

FH And here comes Landis again!

[Landis running for Hayes who slides under the bottom rope to the
outside; Landis quickly stops in his tracks and spins around grabbing
Cassel. He bends Cassel over and double underhooks his arms ...]

CL: BEFORE THE FALL!

FH: He nailed both LOCO and Cassel with it and he's going for the
cover!




ONE ...




TWO ...


[As Hayes slides into the ring Landis pops up and stares at him!]

HD: TWO MINUTES REMAIN!

CL: Now the question is can Hayes survive two minutes!

[Landis rushes forward and catches Hayes before he can scramble out of
the ring again. He powers Hayes into the corner and begins to rain
rights and lefts into the side of Hayes' head. He suddenly shifts and
drives one shoulder block, two shoulder blocks and a third shoulder
block into the mid section of Hayes. He grabs Hayes and places him ont
the tope rope.

CL: Landis climbing to the second rope ...

FH: SUPERPLEX!

CL: Landis stealing a page from the playbook of Rob Cole!




ONE ...




TWO ...




THREE ???

FH: NO! Hayes gets the right shoulder up!

[Landis hooks the leg of Hayes again and rolls deeper into the cover
adding extra weight over the shoulders.]




ONE ...




TWO ...




THREE ???

FH: And again the champion gets his shoulders up!

CL: Hayes fighting on pure instinct here as Landis is getting back to
his feet and pulls Hayes up as well!

HD: ONE MINUTE! ONE MINUTE REMAINS!

FH: Gibson Hayes is sixty seconds from surviving with his American
Championship in tact!

[Landis grabs Hayes by the right arm and attempts to whip him across
the ring but Hayes is able to fight it and reverse it. Landis rebounds
off of the ropes and ducks a wild Clothesline attempt by Hayes. Landis
is able to spin around quickly and ...]

CL: ROARING ELBOW!

FH: NO!

CL: HAYES HITS THE MAT LIKE HE IS SHOT!

FH: NO!

HD: THIRTY SECONDS! THIRTY SECONDS REMAIN!

CL: Landis with the cover!




ONE ...




TWO ...


[Big Bubba grabs the leg of Hayes and places it on the bottom rope.]


THREE !!!



CL: YES! YES! Landis wins!

[The referee quickly waves off his three count pointing at the bottom
rope that has Hayes foot on it. Landis is standing in the ring his
arms thrust high into the air. Pearson grabs Landis and points to the
bottom rope.]

HD: FIFTEEN SECONDS!

FH: What a fool!

[Landis quickly rushes forward and grabs Hayes pulling him closer to
the center of the ring.]

HD: TEN SECONDS!

[As Landis hooks the leg the crowd begins to count down.]

CROWD: TEN !!!

ONE ...

CROWD: NINE !!!

TWO ...

CROWD: EIGHT !!!

THREE ???

FH: HAYES KICKS OUT! HAYES KICKS OUT!

CROWD: SEVEN !!!

CL: And Landis can't believe it. He pulls Hayes to his feet one more
time!

CROWD: SIX !!!

CL: DDT!

CROWD: FIVE !!!

[Landis triess to roll the dead weight of Gibson Hayes over.]

CROWD: FOUR !!!

CL: Damn it Big Bubba has the leg of the referee as Landis is hooking
the leg!

CROWD: THREE !!!

CL: And FINALLY PEARSON IS MAKING THE COUNT!

CROWD: TWO !!!

ONE ...

CROWD: ONE !!!

TWO ...

*DING DING DING*

FH: HAYES RETAINS! HAYES RETAINS!

CL: Tom Landis needed one more second to become the American Champion
... just one second!

[Landis stares at the referee in disbelief.]

HD: THE TIME LIMIT HS EXPIRED! STILL PVW AMERICAN CHAMPION ...

!!! GIBSON 'RED' HAYES !!!

CL: Landis can't believe it!   Todd Johnstone sure can as he yanks the
PVW American title from the time keeper's bell.  He raises it as
Gibson Hayes begins to use the ropes to get to his feet.   Landis  is
still talking it over with the official but I am sorry Todd time
just ran out.

FH: Damn right it did.  Hayes knew the whole time he saw the clock as
it was ticking down and like the American Hero he is he stood tall and
looked tyranny in the eyes and said this day will live in infamy!

CL: We have a new PVW Network Champion but Gibson Hayes some how
hanged on and outlasted the final twenty minutes of non stop action to
retain his PVW American Championship!

FH: Damn right he did!

[El Outlaw LOCO is on the outside and he drops down on his knees
holding up his PVW Network Championship... He begins to cradle it like
a baby as Katrina Cruz looks on.  El Outlaw LOCO then gets to his feet
and asks Cruz to put the belt on his waist.]

FH: What the hell is that moron doing?

CL: It appears that El Outlaw LOCO is letting Katrina Cruz place his
PVW Network Championship around his waist.

FH: Cruz doesn't to appear to be intested in LOCO.

CL: CASSEL DOES HOWEVER!!!! He spins El Outlaw LOCO around and
unloads... Hard right hand!! Another!!!  El Outlaw LOCO is firing
back!!!!  We have a fight after the bell!

FH: El Outlaw LOCO can't disrespect Katrina Cruz!!!!

[Meanwhile Landis still pleading his case inside the ring.  Gibson
Hayes has his PVW American Championship and Todd Johnstone and Hayes
are backing up the aisle way as Landis glares on ... You don't have to
be a lip reader to understand the words from Landis mouth - "This is
far from over you Son of a bitch..."]

CL: We have officials breaking up LOCO and Cassel.  You can tell Gavin
didn't appreciate what El Outlaw LOCO did but I doubt he meant
anything by it.

FH: You know how those luchadores are.  For all we know that can be a
FBI's most wanted parading under that mask hiding out from the world.
I can't believe he is now wearing Gibson Hayes Network Championship.

CL: El Outlaw LOCO is the second ever PVW Network Championship and you
can bet both Gibson Hayes and Gavin Cassel will come for a rematch.

[Backstage, Rob Cole is taping his own wrists in preparation for the
Championship match as it quickly approaches.  His brows are furrowed
in dark thoughts, the camera panning on the bare and heavily scarred
torso, offering hints to a career of pain and misery.  He glances up
to the camera, clear his throat, and pounds his taped wrists together
before taking a deep breath.]

RC: My family isn't going to be watching the show, Chase.  Your
dedication doesn't really mean all that much to them, your good will
is falling on deaf ears, and my son isn't old enough to understand
shame or pride just yet.  He's only three.  My wife has been in the
arms of a few different men throughout our adult lives... she didn't
exactly wear white the second time we walked that aisle.  What are you
trying to do, kiddo?  Get under my skin? Take a look at me, Chase...
scars, bruises, a little fat, a little grey in the hair, a limp to my
walk.  Take a hard look, Chase... I'm not Caleb Foley, I'm not here to
walk that aisle and be "the best".

[Cole's features twist in disgust as he shakes his head.]

RC: What do you think I am?  Some hyped up rookie punk looking to make
a name for himself with a tin strap around my waist?  What's wrong
with you, Chase?  You're so wrapped up in your self; you don't even
see what's happening.  The fans aren't booing you... they aren't
hating you... they're hoping to see you beat me, to see you beat the
Network, to see you stand tall and proud in the center of that ring
and represent the company they love so damn much.  You proved you were
the toughest guy in this company when you beat Gionet, you proved you
were smart when you bought your way into the tournament, and now
you're trying to be a bigger bad guy than me by making this match as
personal as you can make it.  You're so ready to take your crown back
that you don't even see who you're fighting, what you're fighting, or
how I /really/ got here.

[Cole grins a little then... and rises.]

RC: You're the best, kiddo.  You glad to hear me call you that?  Does
it change anything?  You are the absolute best in this business,
technically sound, strong, fast, healthy, and you have the will to do
whatever it takes to win your matches.  But you're blind, Chase... you
don't see me, you don't hear me, you don't even feel me creeping up on
you.  I don't care if you're the best... I don't care if you dedicate
this match to my wife, to my child, or to the company that backed you
up when no one else would!  You think that being the best is good
enough... you think it will save you from what is going to be walking
down that aisle, what is going to be in that ring, and it's not just a
hype machine no matter how much you want to believe it.  I am a
monster, kiddo... not a myth, not a fantasy, and I'm definitely not
the sort of person who ever worried about being the best.  I
know I'm the worst.

[Cole rises slowly... flexing his fingers and licking his lips.  He
chuckles a bit and shakes his head after a moment, his tone becoming
pejorative as he speaks.]

RC: You actually care about headlining the past year?  You fought
Caleb Foley and went round robin with him over and over again... you
dedicated your match to his dying and then dead father, you preyed
upon his misery and his tears, and you thought you could pull a repeat
performance with me. You thought I'd get angry, I'd get reckless,
careless... take more risks than I should so you could take
advantage... you're smart, but you're also blind.

[Cole sighs... he turns a dark and hateful gaze to the camera.]

RC: You won't hear me now... you can't hear me... you're in the zone,
in the moment, in whatever place you go to when you /need/ to be the
best.  I'm not going to threaten you... violence is in our blood and
it doesn't even mean a thing.  I'm not going to shout you down...
you're deaf, you're mute, you're blind, and you can't understand this
thing.  I don't care about you at all... not in the least... you don't
even matter in all of this.  You might matter later, you might be
important at some point, but you really don't matter to me.  You think
I got here by accident?  Step by step, inch by inch, I crawled through
blood and horror to get to this point and make this stand... I'm not
coming off a blood bowl battle royal and three years of retirement,
I'm not distracted by Brian Young, and I'm not even thinking about
getting my shoulders pinned.  Everyone loses, Chase... but I'm not
going to lose tonight.  I'm not going to give these people the
satisfaction of watching me lose, I'm not going to give them the joy
of watching me get pinned, and I'm not here to let some two-bit punk
with a foul mouth put my shoulders to the mat again.

[Cole smiles softly.]

RC: I'm not here to win the PVW Heavyweight Championship... I'm here
to become World Champion.  I'm here to take that belt from you, from
these people, from the PVW, from SSN, and from every single person who
turned my life to crap and spit all over my career!  Retro! Shakur!
Brian Young!

Oh, you can line them up just as well as I can... you want my number,
beat me again.  Beat me again!  BEAT ME AGAIN!!! But you can't do it
tonight, Chase Williams... it's not destiny, it's not fantasy, and
it's not fiction. I'm not the monster beneath the bed, the coward
beneath the ring, or any of that nonsense.  I'm the man who is going
to beat the living hell out of you and walk out of Boiling Point as
the FIRST...

[Cole licks his lips... ]

RC: First!  First! The first World Heavyweight Champion.  So when that
happens, I want you to go back and watch this tape so you can hear me
tell you that the Legacy of Chase Williams... the past year of your
career that you seemed so proud of, that you fought so hard to build,
that you fought so hard to preserve... it doesn't mean a damn thing.
You're nothing more than a former Regional Champion whose only claim
to fame is a footnote in wrestling history.  How do you like /that/
dedication, "Kiddo"?

[The camera catches the look in Cole's eyes...  The fans begin booing
as we cut back to the announers table.]

CL: Rob Cole is ready ...  He is ready for the war and make no mistake
when these two finally collide here tonight it's going to be an all
out war.

FH: Chase Williams time at the top is about over.

CL: Speaking of _war_ we will have plenty of time to talk about Cole
and Williams later on tonight.  Before we get too far ahead of
ourselves Fred the PVW producing crew has put together a video clip
highlighting the history between these two teams.  The history and
hatred between some of these men date back before PVW was even a
thought in the mind of Dex Willingham. Doc Holliday the former captain
of the Widowmakers ... The Mercenary and Marcus Manson two originals
in the legendary stable.

FH: I was right there in the middle of it Lester.  You haven't seen
anything yet.  You think Colby and Holliday were ruthless.  Rick
Marley has taken the Widowmakers to a whole new level and tonight we
are about to find out!

[We cut to the beginning of PVW's time.  A photograph of William
Craven but not the green freaked motor city madman we all know today.
He stands proud sure of himself with a gas mask on.  A chance at a new
beginning ... He is Major Damage.]

V/O: A troubled soul ... A life full of troubles, hatred, and rage.
When the phoenix rose in it's full glory it offered a new beginning a
chance at a career free from his past.

[Add Rick Marley into the picture ... It's May 30th, 2008. Brian Young
and Major Damage just finished their match.  Rick Marley has returned
from an injury by the hands of Major Damage and going for a tornado
DDT ... He is tossed but holds onto the gas mask ripping it off to
reveal the shamed identity of William Craven.]

V/O: One man knew he secret but wouldn't let it be.  The day he robbed
William Craven of his fresh start he declared war but at that time
nobody knew what was truly ahead ...

[Standing inside the ring is The Mercenary, Made Men, and Rick Marley
... The foursome that resurrected the Widowmakers name in the PVW.
Quick clips of the men who stood in their paths but failed rifle
through - Tyrone Parker, Alex Adams, The Tucson Kid, and Rob Magnum
...  The clips go away and leaves one still shot photograph the red
and black WMI logo.]

V/O: Rick Marley opened Pandora's box and PVW would never be the same
again.  The game of power was afoot and Rick Marley has numbers on his
side.  Many of men found themselves in the middle of cross fire.

[A quick highlight reel of Tommy Ryder is shown - A stepping stone
kick, Coming and going bulldog, spinning heel kick from the top ropes,
A double under hook DDT while simultaneously kicking his opponent in
both knees, and a corkscrew moonsault ...]

V/O: Sometimes you find a star when you are least expecting it.
Finding himself in crossfire PVW's phenom unexpectedly made friends
with William Craven.  Shamed and full of rage the motor city madman
began to accept his role in the PVW.  A role of retribution turned
into a obligation of stopping the Widowmakers from gaining complete
control of PVW.

[Clips of The Mercenary being beaten down and fired from the
Widowmakers ... Marcus Manson just destroying some poor sap with a
brutal heart punch cuts to ... Xavier Feyr destroying the other
Marley, Judd in his shocking debut ... Big Daddy Sin charges down the
ring with a crutch in hand.  His knee injury hasn't slowed the big man
down as he destroys it over the Widowmakers.]

V/O: Sides changed ... Icons returned ... PVW was in the midst of
total chaos with the Widowmakers and William Craven and allies headed
towards a collision course.

[Rick Marley stands inside the ring in a state of rampage as William
Craven has apparently out-smarted him.  A harmonica begins to play ...
The slow, eerie opening to "Man With A Harmonica" from "Once Upon A
Time In The West" plays over the PA.  And Craven's face on the video
screen has been replaced by a copy of the EXCERPT FROM THE CODE OF THE
OLD WEST ...]

V/O: A code was needed ... An unlikely figure from the past was the
final piece to the puzzle.  Up until this point retribution and chaos
had reigned supreme.  However a code from a time when men stood for
something ... A justice that was forever ...

[Heatwave ... January 9th, 2009 ... After Doc Holliday made his
chilling debut to take on his former protege ...  Nick Wright is the
first to hit the ring, and eats left jab as Holliday drops the rope to
tend to the new threat.  Xavier Feyr is close behind, but as he enters
the ring, Holliday whips Wright through the ropes into him, and both
men tumble to the outside. Mark Masterson is the next to hit the ring,
but by the time he enters the ring, Holliday is set.  His charge is
countered with a Spinning Rydeen Bomb... Masterson rolls with the
move, ending up outside the ring.  Last of all comes Marcus Manson,
but as he climbs to the apron, Holliday Yakuza Kicks him off the apron
to the floor.

All four conscious Widowmakers stop, look at one another, nod, and
slide in simultaneously from all directions.  But this time, they're
not interrupted by Holliday.  Merc, who has entered from the crowd,
ambushes Feyr to the loud approval of the capacity crowd.  Xavier's
unusually sharp senses are barely enough, even in this incredibly loud
and chaotic atmosphere, to keep him from taking a full-on Haliburton
shot to the skull.  Even so, Merc catches him in the shoulder and
knocks him to the mat.  Manson turns to Heart Punch him, but Merc is
fully prepared, and blocks with his ubiquitous steel briefcase...
Manson actually DENTS it, but screams in rage and pain as his hand
suffers for it.  The Made Men descend upon Holliday, and being an
actual tag team, are able to take the veteran down with an adept
High/Low legsweep/thrust kick combination.

Feyr and Manson need but a moment to recover, and the shrewd teamwork
of the Made Men allow that as Wright baits Merc into attacking,
leaving an opening for Masterson to interrupt with a grapple.  Wright
kicks Merc, and Holliday's attempt to intervene is cut off by Manson
and Feyr.  The huge "Misery Machine" grabs Holliday as "Bloodlust"
jump-kicks him in the side. As Masterson and Manson are holding Merc
and Holliday respectively, neither are in position to see who is now
perched on the top rope behind them!

Tommy Ryder goes flying out ... Feyr and Wright both see him, and both
make a desperate lunge to stop him... but Ryder leaps, clearing both
Feyr and Wright and diving into Masterson and Manson!  The fans pop
loudly, as a five-man pileup ensues.  Ryder pounds away on Masterson
before diving at Nick Wright. Feyr sees that Mercenary is now
unattended and dives at him; the two men trade blows as Manson
attempts to twist Holliday's head off ... but has his face raked in
response.

Mark Masterson, briefly forgotten, recovers and hammers Ryder in the
back of the head with a knee.  This frees Wright to rush behind
Holliday with a dropkick to the head, which frees Manson to club the
Mercenary in the face, which frees Feyr to thrust-chop Ryder in the
neck.  With all four active Widowmakers pressing the advantage, it
doesn't look good... until one more massive frame hits the ring!

The crowd roars as Sinister comes out ... Well, if it was, Xavier Feyr
would be eliminated... he's the first to respond to Sinister, and the
three-hundred pounder counters his attack by bailing him over the top
rope!  Sinister proceeds to double clothesline the Made Men, and the
fans are once again cheering loudly! Then Sinister rushes Manson ...
and is dropped by a huge boot to the face.

Sinister gets up, and the two big men go toe-to-toe.  Feyr re-enters
the ring, trying to clip Sinister from behind, but Merc knees him in
the side of the head to cut him off.  They roll on the mat hammering
away, as Holliday squares off with Masterson and Ryder faces off with
Wright.  The crowd continues to cheer the non-stop wild action.]



              



Suddenly, as Holliday backs up to the ropes to use them against
Masterson, he is struck by his own cane from the outside.  There,
battered and weary but still alive, "Showtime" Rick Marley has
regained consciousness.  Weakly, he rolls into the ring, cane still in
hand.

William Craven hits the ring, and he's got his sword.  This time,
he's grabbed before he can get to standing, and Manson pulls the sword
away.  But that requires turning his back on Sinister, who nails him
with a huge double palmstrike to the kidney.  While he doesn't get to
complete his Five Palms Of Malice combination, the first blow is
sufficient to get Manson to drop the sword, which is then kicked out
of the ring by Holliday.  Craven proceeds to dive for Marley and
attempts to tear him lengthwise in half like a piece of paper.

Marley slides back outside, calling a retreat.  The Made Men clear
the way as Masterson hurls Wright across the ring, flooring several of
the people in it... Wright keeps rolling until he exits on the other
side, pulling Feyr out with him.  Manson slides out, and WMI starts
backing down the aisle as the faces hold the ring.  Sinister and Ryder
play to the crowd to work them up even more, Merc holds the ropes open
to invite WMI back in, Craven grins like a maniac, and Holliday is
reaching for something at ringside.

The crowd is hyped, and Marley points to the assemblage.]

RM: THIS IS WAR!  THIS!  IS!  WAR!

[With that, WMI starts to make an exit.  But Holliday has the house
mic by now, and only fifteen seconds of airtime.  That's enough.  He
points out to the retreating Widowmakers.]

DH: Five of you.

[He then makes a sweeping gesture at his team.]

DH: Five of us.

[He then points back at WMI.]

DH: You declare war?

[And finally, back at his team.]

DH: WE DECLARE __WARGAMES__!

[We cut back to the announcers.]

CL: It's time for what we all have been waiting for.

FH: Kids watch and learn.  You want to know the definition of
be careful what you ask then look no further.  Doc Holliday showed up
and declared War Games ...  Well now you have a match with five of the
baddest men in the industry.

CL: Before we introduce our opening participants lets run down the
rules.

[On the TV the rules is listed.]

The Match Beyond - two teams of five men each facing off with each
other in staggered entry format. The setup of the cage consists of two
rings side by side with a giant ring-encompassing cage that covers
both rings, but not the ringside area. Doors will be placed at far
corners of the rectangular cage.  The match will begin with one member
of each team entering the cage. After five minutes, a member from one
of the teams (determined by coin toss) will enter the cage, giving his
team the temporary handicap advantage. After two minutes, a member
from the other team will enter to even the odds. Entrants will
alternate between teams every two minutes, giving the coin toss-
winning team the temporary advantage in the numbers game before giving
the other team the advantage with the freshest man and even odds. Once
all ten men have entered the cage, the match beyond begins!  Both
teams will brawl in the cage for as long as it takes until a member of
either team submits, surrenders, or knocked unconscious. There are no
pinfalls and no disqualification.

[Cut to the double rings... The cage surrounds both rings as Herk
Douglas stands on the outside.]

CL: The war zone is together and The Voice is ready to introduce our
opening participants!

HD: It's time for our first of two _main event_!!!!!  Welcome to War
Games the Match Beyond!!!!

[HUGE HELL YEAH POP!!!]

CL: Moments folks we will find out what two will start this match off
for both teams.

FH: You would have to think it'd be Marcus Manson for WMI.  That guy
is a beast!

HD: Introducing first representing Widowmakers Inc ...

[Saints of Los Angeles by Motley Crue begins over the PA system ...]

HD: From RENO .... NEVADA !!!!!

[A NEVADA POP!!!!]

HD: Standing at six foot four and weighing in at two hundred and forty
pounds ...  He is one half of the tag-team Made Men ...



"POKERFACE" MARK MASTERSON!!!!


[The fans boo as Masterson exits backstage and takes a position in the
center of the entrance platform.  He looks down, and raises his fists
into the air, accompanied by flashbang-style pyrotechnics.  Masterson
stares square ahead at the battle ground down the aisle way...  The
WMI henchman stops in-front of the assigned officials who begin to
check the Made Man for any weapons on hand.  After a quick run down he
turns and enters through the caged door.]

CL: Mark Masterson is starting things off for the Widowmakers.  A few
precautions have been made for this match.  Unlike traditional war
games both teams are located back in their respected locker rooms.
PVW officials didn't think they could contain the chaos on the
_outside_ of the ring.

FH: Probably smart.  Otherwise this match would be a fast one as the
Widowmakers would make fast pace of Holliday and friends on the
outside.

CL: The second addition to this match is that there are assigned
officials who stand by the cage door.  They will search each wrestler
before entering the cage to attempt to keep any dangerous weapons out
of the cage.

FH: Good ...  You know that Craven will bring that wooden sword and
the Mercenary will bring that Hailburton.  It's good to know that they
will be forced to play by the rules.

[Masterson finds his placing in the caged first ring and awaits his
opponent to begin ...]

HD: And his opponent ....

[MASSIVE BRING HIM OUT POP!!!!]

HD: Wrestling out of the bunker ...



M E R C E N A R Y ! ! !      M E R C E N A R Y ! ! !


M E R C E N A R Y ! ! !      M E R C E N A R Y ! ! !


M E R C E N A R Y ! ! !      M E R C E N A R Y ! ! !


HD: Standing at six foot three ... Weighing in at two hundred and
sixty five pounds ...


THE MERCENARY !!!


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

A figure can then be seen making his way through the smoke. He comes
to the  edge of the entrance way, where he can be plainly seen, and
stops to look over the crowd, soaking in their reaction. Getting his
fill, he makes his way down to the ring, eyes on Masterson the whole
time.  Finally wrestling's most known hired gun stops at the cage
entrance.  Hailburton in hand the referee's demand it over.  The
Mercenary reluctantly hand over his weapon of choice and enter the
cage ...]

CL: The Mercenary is possibly wrestling's most battle tested veteran
in all of the wrestling world!

FH: It's either him or Rob Cole.

CL: Mark Masterson might have just wet his pants when The Bunker was
announced.

FH: I doubt it... The Widowmakers thought this through.  Masterson is
cold as ice.  It takes quite a-bit to psyche him out.

[Both men stand in the far right ring.  The fans begin to roar as we
are off - ]




___________    ____       ________________________________________
___  __ \_ |  / /_ |     / /           War Games
__  /_/ /_ | / /__ | /| / / Marley, Feyr, Manson, & Made Men v.
_  ____/__ |/ / __ |/ |/ / Craven, Holliday, Sinister, Ryder, & Merc
/_/     _____/  ____/|____________________________________________



*DING*DING*DING*


CL: THERE IS THE BELL!!

FH: And Masterson steps through to the left ring!  Ha genius move by
Masterson as he is making The Mercenary come to him.

CL: The Mercenary isn't wasting anytime he is here to fight and he
follows Masterson right into the second ring and Masterson with a
polish hammer!

FH: Mercenary fell right into Masterson's trap!

[Masterson now driving his fists and boots into The Mercenary as he
starts the match off with the upper hand. Masterson continues to drive
his fist down into the side of wrestling's hired gun's head.]

FH: Masterson is out to send a message.  Look at the stiff shots as
they echo through with each thundering pop!

CL: Masterson yanks Mercenary up and sends him into the ropes ...
MERCENARY OFF WITH A CLOTHESLINE!!!!!

[upper hand changing pop!!!  Mercenary unloads on Masterson with a
series of right hands, backing him into the ropes. Mercenary whips
Masterson off the ropes and plants him with a big thundering
Spinebuster.]


"___THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"


CL: Look at that impact by Mercenary!!!!  Mercenary is on his feet and
he pumps his fist on fire!!

FH: I don't know why he is wasting so much energy.  You can't win the
match until all ten guys are in the ring.

CL: Keep in mind folks these two will start the match off for _five_
minutes.  We are just one minute into the match.  Until we will
introduce the third participant.

FH: Let's hope a Widowmaker.

[Mercenary sets up for a charge as he crouches down in the corner.
Masterson makes it to his feet and the hired gun charges at Masterson
but gets a boot to the face that puts him down on the mat.]

FH: That'll slow ya down!  What a stupid move by the Mercenary in the
early going of the match.  Patience is a virtue didn't Rick Marley
teach you better then that?

CL: The Mercenary may know the Widowmakers better than anyone in this
match.  He was one of the original members under Magnus Colby.  He is
battle tested against them and has shared bread.

[Masterson stands in the cage soaking up the heel heat from the fans,
then puts a few boots to the downed Mercenary as he tries to get up.
Masterson whips Mercenary off the ropes again but Mercenary ducks a
Clothesline and bounces off the opposing set, only to run right into a
quick and brutal Powerslam.]

CL: Masterson is cold as ice.  He is the more controlled and
calculated of the two Made Men.  Marley knew exactly what he was doing
when he assigned the first spot to Mark Masterson.

FH: Of course he did.  Masterson is about as calm as they come.  The
guy will pace the match and set the tone for how the Widowmakers will
win this thing.

[Masterson slowly pulls Mercenary up and whips him into the corner.
Masterson charges at his opponent but runs right into a set of raised
boots to the face. Mercenary bursts out of the corner and grabs the
back of Masterson's head and charges his forward ---- ]


"___CRAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSH___"


[BRUTAL FACE TO THE CAGE FACE POP!!!!]


CL: MERCENARY DRAWS FIRST BLOOD!!!!!! Look at him _grind_ Masterson's
face into that cage now really taking advantage of his surroundings.

FH: It's a long match don't get too excited yet Lester.

[The Mercenary yanks the cut open Masterson up and lifts him high in
the air with a delayed vertical suplex .....]


"___THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"


CL: Masterson is in major trouble now.  Two minutes in and he is laid
flat out in the ring with blood already seeping from his forehead.
That cage is stiff and unforgiving it's expected that there will be a
lot of blood in this match folks so if you are faint at heart you
might want to leave the room.

FH: What are you doing Lester?  You never tell someone to change the
channel that's bad for business!

[The Mercenary is now climbing the top ropes ... Masterson in trouble
and the big man leaps into a top rope cannonball splash crashing down
on Masterson!  The fans are on their feet telling the hired gun to
pour the damage on!]

CL: The Mercenary is now just pouring the heat on Masterson.  He has
the right leg of Masterson and looks to be setting up for a figure
four leg lock but Masterson is able to kick him off.

FH: Masterson is just wearing down Mercenary.  It's all under control!

[Masterson has made it to his feet and he stumbles backwards and cuts
through back to the far right ring wasting some time as we approach
the three minute mark into the first five.]

CL: Mercenary is following him he is keeping the pressure on Masterson
who is retreating ...  Masterson with an face rake giving him some
more time.  He grabs Mercenary for a belly to belly ....


"___SMAAAAAAACK___"


[POP!!!! Mercenary smashed his head into Masterson with a brutal
head butt breaking the lock.  Masterson stumbles around and bitch-slap
by Mercenary and down falls Pokerface!!!!!]

FH: What disrespect!  Masterson deserves more then that come on!

CL: The Mercenary is just toying with him now.  He knows in just under
two-minutes either it'll be a two on one advantage or he will be
fighting against two Widowmakers.

FH: Marley will ensure that the Widowmakers have the upper hand.

CL: How so it's a 50/50 chance with a coin flip.

[As we approach the one-minute mark ... Masterson is kneeling on the
mat, Mercenary is behind him and places both their feet on the back of
the Masterson's bent knees and sits down, leaving his knees bent so
Mercenary knees are in the back of the Masterson. Mercenary crosses
Masterson's arms in front of the his's body and pulls on them,
applying pressure to the Masterson's back.]

CL: Crossed arm knee back breaker hold.   What a move to dish out some
pain in the final minute here until we find out who the third
participant is.  Mercenary is also using this hold to reserve some of
his own energy while keeping Masterson in trouble.  The first four-
minutes have had some back and forth action but it has been mostly
dominated by the Mercenary.

FH: Dominated is a strong word.  I will give him credit he had the
upper hand but Masterson made him work for it.

CL: No arguments there.

FH: There is still a lot of fight left in this match Lester.  Manson
and Feyr still haven't hit the cage.

CL: Nor has Craven or Sinister.

[The Mercenary continues to hold the move as time ticks down... It
almost seems premeditated as if he knows we are less then a minute and
he wants to have the upper hand no matter what the situation will be.]

CL: Forty five seconds Fred ... You know what they say after the first
five minutes the war is officially on!

FH: With these two teams the war has been "on" for months.

[The fans get pumped as we are below the thirty second mark ...
Mercenary as dropped the hold on Masterson and put the boots down on
him to insure he stays down ... He props himself up on the turnbuckle
across from the cage door as if he is inviting the third man to enter
the cage ...]

CL: The Mercenary just loves a fight.  Look at his eyes.  You can
almost see a bit of happiness in his eyes right now.  Like he is at
his own utopia.

FH: Here we go Lester!!!

Crowd:  TEN!!!

NINE !!!

EIGHT!!!

SEVEN !!

SIX !!!

FIVE !!!

FOUR !!!

THREE !!!

TWO !!!

ONE !!!


"___BUUUUUUUZZZZZZZZZZZZ___"


[Saints of Los Angeles by Motley Crue begins over the PA system ...]

FH: WOOOOOO! I TOLD YA LESTER!

CL: So I guess the Widowmakers did win the coin toss.  I wonder who
the third man is.


[BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!]


CL: The Mercenary hasn't budged nor does he seem surprised.  Masterson
seems to be getting back up and Mercenary PUNTS him in the ribs as if
he is telling him to "Stay down".

FH: It won't last.

[Out hops the other half of Made Men - Nick Wright.  Nick comes
bursting onto the entrance stage.  Visibly pumped, he solicit
reactions from the crowd before breaking off into a sprint toward the
cage ... Before he can enter the cage he is stopped and a quick check
down for weapons begins but they come up empty handed ...  Wright
quickly enters the cage  --- ]


"___THUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"


CL: Charging mafia kick and down goes Nick Wright!  The Mercenary
isn't wasting any time as he yanks up Nick Wright and the countdown of
two minutes begin for the next participant.

[Mercenary whip Wright into the ropes and the lighting quick Wright
ducks under a clothesline ...  He springboards off the ropes and cage
with a cross-body but Mercenary catches him!!!]

CL: The Mercenary has Nick Wright in his arms for an easy powerslam
.... MASTERSON WITH A DROPKICK TO THE BACK OF WRIGHT AND FORCES HIS
PARTNER DOWN ON MERCENARY!!!

FH: Brilliant move by the Widowmakers!  The Made Men start the match
off right after one another as they are an already well oiled unit.

[Masterson wipes the blood from his forehead with a look of revenge in
his eyes.  He drops down mounting the chest of Mercenary and begins
dropping _bombs_.  Wright leaps in a standing moonsault and drops down
on Mercenary.]

CL: The Mercenary was ready for Nick Wright but the numbers game
quickly won over.  Made Men pull The Mercenary up and Nick Wright
wraps his arm around the head of the Mercenary for a DDT ...

[Masterson pulls Mercenary's legs up ... an _assisted_ spike DDT!!!!]


"___THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"


[HEEL POP!!!!!]


FH: That's how you do it!

[The Made Men aren't done ...  Masterson pulls the Mercenary right
back to his feet and lifts him up by his legs ...  Nick Wright quickly
up the ropes ... He leaps into a side of the head enziguri but
Masterson holds onto his legs and falls down with sending Mercenary's
face crashing into the cage....]


"___CRAAAAAAAACK___"


"___CRAAAAAAAASH___"


[HOLY CRAP HEEL POP!!!!]


CL: GOOD GRIEF!!!!!  Some pay back by Masterson.   The fans are booing
and Nick Wright is on the turnbuckles holding his arms up playing to
the fans.

FH: Gotta love Nick Wright.  He can make the fans boo at will. The guy
is a monster heat magnet.  He is like a puppet master and the fans
dance to his tune.

[Masterson locks on his Ace of Diamonds signature move ... a classic
STF submission hold.  Nick Wright stands in-front of the Mercenary and
mocks him and kicks him whenever he see's an opening.]

CL: Masterson is getting his revenge on Mercenary and he has that STF
clinched!  Nick Wright just kicked Mercenary in the face again!
Wright is acting like a complete punk!

FH: The Phenom Killer!!!!!! Just wait until the real punk Tommy Ryder
comes out here.  Nick Wright is going to finish him once and for all.

CL: We are now just under a minute left.  Who will come out and even
the score.

FH: Whomever it is will have to fight the Made Men on their own.  The
Mercenary is pretty helpless right now.

[Nick Wright notices the clock is ticking down he quickly climbs to
the top ropes ... He shouts for Masterson to move ...  Pokerface drops
the STF and rolls away as Wright leaps ...]





[][][][] FLASH BULBS [][][][]




[HOLY CRAP HIGH IMPACT FINISHER HEEL POP!!!!]




"___THUUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"




FH: SPIN CYCLE!!!  SPIN CYCLE!!!  SPIN CYCLE!!!  SPIN CYCLE!!!

CL: Nick Wright's 360 frog slash.  If this was a pin match the
Mercenary would be in some dire straights.  However at this point all
he can do is regain his senses.

FH: Or lay there and just stay put.

CL: Thirty seconds left until we get our fourth participant.  Who will
it be?  William Craven?  Tommy Ryder? Doc Holliday? or Sinister?

FH: Well you can bet it probably won't be Sinister and his bum leg.

[Masterson whips Wright off the ropes he leaps and springboards off
into an asai moonsault continuing to take Mercenary out of the game
for the time being.]

CL: Mercenary has taken a beating at the hands of Made Men.  A few
high impact double team moves.  Mark Masterson's STF ... Some aerial
assault from Nick Wright.

FH: I love it when a plan comes together.

Crowd: TEN !!!

NINE !!!

EIGHT !!!

SEVEN !!!

CL: The countdown from the fans have begun.  The Made Men are
positioning themselves for whomever is headed out next.

FH: Bring out the sucker!

Crowd: SIX !!!

FIVE !!!

FOUR !!!

THREE !!!

TWO !!!

ONE !!!


"___BUUUUUUUZZZZZZZZZZZZ___"


[The eerie harmonica opening to Enrico Morricone's "Man With A
Harmonica" from "Once Upon A Time In The West" strains from the PA, as
the lights dim.  TEAR DOWN THE ROOF POP!!!!!!!!]

FH: NOOOO! NOT SHORTY!!!

CL: LAS VEGAS IT'S DOC HOLLIDAY!!!!

[As the foreboding music echoes in the background, Doc Holliday
emerges from the back.  He is wearing a tailor-made old-style
suit of a cut and style popular in the late 1800's; a black jacket
with white silk ruffled undershirt, a gold undervest, and long black
pants.  He also wears a black hat, from which his long wavy light-
brown hair dips to just below shoulder level.  A gold chain can be
seen dangling from his suit jacket.  Doc moves with a mild limp, and
uses a mahogany hand-carved walking stick to assist him on the way
down the aisle.  He seems to be carrying a grim expression on his
angular, clean-shaven face.

As the fans continue to go crazy, Holliday arrives at ringside.  He
removes his frock coat and hands it to the official as they begin
a quick sweep on the superstar.  Nick Wright stands in the cage
kicking the Mercenary trying to get into Holliday's head.  Holliday's
thumb on his right hand is noticeably heavily taped. Finally the cage
door opens and the wrestling icon enters the cage!]


D - O - C ! ! !		D - O - C ! ! !		D - O - C ! ! !


D - O - C ! ! !		D - O - C ! ! !		D - O - C ! ! !


D - O - C ! ! !		D - O - C ! ! !		D - O - C ! ! !


D - O - C ! ! !		D - O - C ! ! !		D - O - C ! ! !


D - O - C ! ! !		D - O - C ! ! !		D - O - C ! ! !


D - O - C ! ! !		D - O - C ! ! !		D - O - C ! ! !


CL: I can't hardly hear myself think!  The fans are going wild for
Holliday!

[Holliday is in the ring and Wright is the first to charge ...
Holliday throws a left that stuns the eager wrestler ... He throws
another left jab and now Holliday is dancing and weaving ... He tosses
another and DOWN goes Wright!!!  He catches Masterson with an inverted
atomic drop and snatches Masterson by the head and arm in an inverted
half-nelson, lifts, and drills them down to the canvas, falling
backwards --- ]


"___THUUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"


[SIGNATURE WE LOVE DOC POP!!!]


CL: Arizona Sandstorm on Masterson!!!  Wright is back up ... Holliday
goes to whip Wright but Nick Wright reverses ...

FH: Come on smash this midget!

[... Holliday bounces off the ropes and goes for a flying
head scissors, but continued to swing around Wright's back and deliver
a Bulldog.]

CL: What a move by Holliday!!! He isn't done Holliday grabs Wright by
the arm again, this time locking him in an Arm Wrench.

FH: What is this midget wrestling come on Wright!

[Holliday charged towards the corner, running up the ropes and
springing off the top rope with a Moonsault, but got caught with a
Jaw-Breaker counter by Wright ...]

CL: Mercenary is finally back to his feet and he has Masterson up ...
BIG stiff forearm shots in the corner.

FH: Both men are busted open.  Now if we can get Holliday bleeding
like a stuck pig!

CL: Masterson is getting away and he has escaped to the other ring ...
The Mercenary close behind!!!

[Wright now sets Holliday up for a vertical suplex, but Holliday
slipped out the backdoor landing on his feet and swiping Wright's feet
out from underneath him with Holliday's leg. Both men back up .... and
Holliday leaped into the air, step up enziguri --- ]


"___THWWWAAAAAAAAAP___"


CL: WOW!!! The impact of that enziguri!  Wright just _crumbled_!
Masterson in the other right just jammed a thumb in Mercenary's eye
socket.  Masterson wraps him arms around big Merc ... BELLY-TO-
BELLY!!!!!

FH: Take that ...

CL: Masterson TURNS AROUND DOC HOLLLLLLIDAY.....


[HUGE HELL YEAH POP!!!!]


[Holliday leaped and came crashing down with both legs over his
shoulder bringing Masterson down to the mat!]

FH: Someone get a fire extinguisher!

CL: Doc Holliday is turning the Made Men inside out!  Holliday and
the Mercenary pull Masterson on his feet and they each grab a shoulder
... THEY ARE CHARGING HIM LIKE A BATTERING RAM INTO THE CAGE ....


"___CRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHH___"


[HOLY CRAP POP!!!!!]


FH: Nick Wright ..... LEAPS!!!

[head scissors around a turning around Mercenary and spins him
sideways ...  He leaps up and runs at Holliday who goes down for a
classic back body drop ... Wright stops and hooks a double-underhook
... He then rolls off the back of Holliday and grabs his arm and drops
down with an armbar!]

CL: Wright with a tightly clinched armbar out of nowhere on Doc
Holliday!!!!

FH: Break it!

CL: He may hold it until the Widowmakers get a third part inside the
ring.  We are just under a minute as the action has picked up a tempo.
All four men are in the far left ring.

FH: Who do you think is coming out next?  Marcus Manson?  Xavier Feyr?
Rick Marley?  Whomever it is spells bad news for Holliday and
Mercenary.

[Masterson back up who is now bleeding pretty good from that open gash
on his forehead ... He uses considerable power, taking a face-down
Mercenary, sticks his ankles in his armpits, pulls them up, and starts
to spin... After getting up to speed, he releases the hired gun and
Mercenary crashes into the cage wall...]

FH: HOLY CRAP!!! I think the cage almost snapped on that one!

CL: The engineers who set this cage up earned their pay check here
tonight.  Masterson is calling for Wright to pull of Holliday ...

FH: It's time to send the midget ten feet under ...

[Wright pulls of Holliday and the two whip him across the ropes ...
Holliday ducks under a double clothesline attempt ... As the Made Men
turn around -- Holliday drops down taking the knee out of Masterson
with a chop block.  Wright goes for a wide right hand, but the just as
agile Holliday dodges and a short-arm cobra neckbreaker ....]


"___CRRRRUUUUUUUNNNNNNCHHHHHH___"


CL: Canyon Runner!  You can't keep Doc down! We are approaching our
fifth participant ...

FH: Good it's about time we slow this annoying gnat down!

CL: Just because Doc mentioned something about nude photos of you ....

FH: Let's don't even go there Lester.  The only person that has nude
photos of me is Doc's mom.

Crowd: TEN !!!

NINE !!!

EIGHT !!!

SEVEN !!!

[Mercenary and Holliday have Masterson up and they are working him in
the corner ...]

SIX !!!

FIVE !!!

FOUR !!!

FH: This is like Christmas who will it be!

THREE !!!

TWO !!!

ONE !!!


"___BUUUUUUUZZZZZZZZZZZZ___"


[Saints of Los Angeles by Motley Crue begins over the PA system ...]

FH: The sound of greatness right there ...

CL: The Widowmakers theme and let's find out who their third man is.

[The camera focuses on the large, imposing figure of Marcus Manson,
heading to the ring.

Clad in full length black tights, red kneepads, and black boots,
Manson is the picture of focus.  He's not really interested in the
fans, who are greeting him with a heel response.  He adjusts the black
leather glove on his right hand, and idly stretches his right arm to
limber up as he arrives at ringside.  He stops right at the cage
entrance.  His eyes meet Holliday's ... His long black hair is pulled
back into a ponytail, and his expression is cold.

Jonathon Regnigh the acting manager of the Widowmakers slowly finds
himself right behind him.]

CL: There is no love loss in-between Manson and Holliday ...

FH: It's party time now.  Watch Regnigh Lester he could be the x-
factor.

[Manson steps in the cage and Holliday is the first to react.  He
springboards off the ropes and into the other right at Manson to get
the quick strike but the fresh and aware Manson catches him ... He
holds Holliday up for a moment and presses him up, bouncing Holliday
off the top of the cage, and catches them again on the way down into a
huge spinebuster --- ]


"___THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"


[MASSIVE HEEL HEAT!!!!!!]


FH: BYE-BYE HOLLIDAY!!!! BWHAHAHAHA!  Pop goes the weasel!

CL: Manson is a beast.  He has bulldozed his way through the
competition in the PVW thus far.

[The Mercenary has left the Made Men in the left ring and charged the
right. A knee to the middle of Manson's back was unexpecting and gave
him the upper hand.  He turned the monster around and began to throw
bombs!!!!]


[HUGE TAKE THE BEAST DOWN POP!!!]


CL: The Mercenary is unloading on Manson!!!!

FH: As hard as Mercenary is hitting the Misery Machine he doesn't
seemed to be effect that much.  Perhaps big bad Merc has lost the
touch.

[Those cheers are quickly faded when the Made Men made their way up
and the numbers game overcame the hired gun.  Manson stood rubbing his
jaw and the Made Men lifted Mercenary up .... LEAPING ACE CRUSHER --]


"___THUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"


[FINISHA SIGNATURE HEEL POP!!!!]


FH: Widow Maker!!!!  The Widowmakers enforcer just landed the Widow
Maker!!!  It's a true thing of beauty isn't it Lester?

CL: Manson and The Made Men hold the three on two advantage just like
the Widowmakers have had the whole match thus far.

FH: Don't be a poor sport Lester.  It was a 50/50 chance.

CL: Holliday is getting up and hard LEFT to Masterson ... He turns and
short-arm clothesline on Wright ...  Manson turns and big kick by
Holliday ...  Manson catches his foot ... Manson spins the former
Widowmaker around ---]


"___THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"


CL: A _brutal_ unforgiving close range lariat to the back of
Holliday's neck.

FH: He almost snapped Holliday's neck like a twig!  Manson is just
destroying things in that ring right now.  Made Men have the Mercenary
back on his feet .... Double Russian leg sweep!


LET'S GO DOC !!!   LET'S GO DOC !!!   LET'S GO DOC !!!


LET'S GO DOC !!!   LET'S GO DOC !!!   LET'S GO DOC !!!


LET'S GO DOC !!!   LET'S GO DOC !!!   LET'S GO DOC !!!


LET'S GO DOC !!!   LET'S GO DOC !!!   LET'S GO DOC !!!


CL: Doc Holliday is huge here in Vegas.  The fans are really getting
behind the wrestling icon.

FH: They can cheer all they want.  Marcus Manson has smashed him like
a bug.  Manson may be the toughest SOB in all of the PVW never the
less this War Games match up.

CL: William Craven?

FH: I guess we are going to find out.

[Manson drops down and just smashes the blunt end of his fist into the
side of Holliday's head.  He pulls up Holliday and lifts him up with
his big arms squeezing him in a big bear hug!   Made Men again have
Mercenary back up against the cage and work the hired gun over.]

CL: Holliday and Mercenary appear to be in trouble here.  They need to
hang on for about 75 more seconds until their partner enters the cage.
Fred just imagine if it's Craven.  This arena may explode.

FH: If it's Craven then he will enter the cage and Manson will beat
him down too.


[MOMENTIUM CHANGING POP!!!]


[Mercenary begins to fight out.  You can only keep this dog out of the
fight for so long.  He drops Wright turns and grabs Masterson's head
and slams it into the cage again ...  He turns and clothesline Wright
as he makes it back to his feet.  He charges and double axe-handle on
the mid-back of Manson who drops Holliday from the bear hug.  Manson
turns and the two men are face to face ... nose to nose ... FIST BEGIN
TO FLY .....  The fans are on their feet!!! Manson the bigger ... the
stronger man ... the man who is a bit more fresh grabs the upper hand
but Holliday is up and he LEAPS on the back of Manson and holds on
for dear life with a sleeper!!!]

CL: 3 on 2 advantage doesn't matter today Fred!!! Holliday has that
sleeper locked on and Manson is swinging his arms and trying to shake
the smaller man!!!

FH: Don't look now but the Made Men are on their feet now!  Manson is
charging backwards towards the cage ....


"___CRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASH___"


[HEEL HEAT!!!!!]


CL: Holliday was squashed against that cage and he let go of the
sleeper hold.  Manson turns around SPEAR BY MERCENARY!!!!!!!

FH: Where did he come from?

[... The Mercenary gets up turns and Masterson uses his power to lift
Mercenary into a double choke.  Wright who is propped on the top ropes
leaps landing a lariat, sending him crashing to the mat.]

FH: The Unmaking!!!

CL: We are down to less than a minute and things have been back and
forth just in this past minute!  Manson back to his feet and begins
driving a knee to Holliday who is up against the cage.

FH: Look at the utter dislike in those shots.  There is no love loss
between these two.

[Masterson yanks the top turnbuckle off as Wright grabs Mercenary by
the head and begins to charge him forward ... Mercenary out of pure
instinct places a foot up to stop it and grabs Wright and SMASHES him
down forward ...  Mercenary turns and throws a backwards elbow hitting
Masterson right in the chops!  He turns and grabs Nick Wright ... He
lifts him up for a brainbuster ... He holds him there ....]


"___THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"


CL: THE PAYOFF!!!!!  Masterson at the encouragement of Regnigh has
Merc from behind ... REVERSE NECKBREAKER!!!!

Crowd: TEN !!!

NINE !!!

EIGHT !!!

SEVEN !!!

SIX !!!

FIVE !!!

FOUR !!!

CL: Mercenary is on his knees now he is shaken up but Fred you have to
admit the guy is a _warrior_!

FH: Everyone knows that Mercenary was going to give the Widowmakers
fits in War Games.  This is no shocking revelation Lester.

THREE !!!

TWO !!!

ONE !!!


"___BUUUUUUUZZZZZZZZZZZZ___"


["Headstrong" by Trapt blast over the PA system as the fans go totally
insane wild!!!]

CL: THE PHENOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Ryder steps out alone.  He notices the action inside the ring and
takes off in a full sprint towards the cage.  He is forced to stop at
the entrance of the cage door as the officials to a quick sweep and
after passing the test he enters the cage ...]


"___THWAAAAAAAAP___"


[KICK HIS ASS POP!!!]


CL: STEP UP ENZIGURI BY RYDER ON MANSON!!!!!  Wright is using the
corner to make it to his feet ... Ryder rushes Wright and hooks his
arms ... FLOAT OVER DDT!!!!

FH: Looks like Ryder left his little lap dog "Lady" Laurel Levinger.
How nice!

CL: She is away on personal problems Fred let's atleast attempt to be
respectful.

FH: That may be asking for a tad too much Lester.

[Ryder turns as Masterson is on his feet and climbs up Masterson's
front of Masterson's body as a ladder putting his last step on
Masterson's shoulder as he kicks him in the face.]



"___THWAAAAAAP___"




[POP!!!!!!!!!!]


CL: Stepping Stone!!!! Ryder has just taken down Manson _and_ the Made
Men!!!!  Holliday is now up joining how partner ... Manson has made
his way over to the opposite ring and he is daring the two to follow
him.

FH: What a smart tactic by Manson.  Make them work for any hit and run
tactics.  Manson is the biggest man inside that ring and he will crush
anyone that gets close to him.

[Holliday and Ryder look at each other ... They give a shrug and Ryder
turns and charges at Nick Wright who is propped up against the cage
....]


"___CRAAAAAAAAAAAAACK___"


CL: HOLY CRAP A BRUTAL SHINING WIZARD AGAINST THE CAGE!!!!  NICK
WRIGHT'S HEAD WAS JUST _SMASHED_ AGAINST THAT CAGE!

FH: I hope I never see that replay again.  That was god awful!


[HELL MOTHA BLEEP YEAH POP!!!!]


CL: HOLLIDAY IS CLIMBING INTO THE OTHER RING!!!!  Manson wanted it and
here we go!!! FIST ARE FLYING!!!

[Regnigh is jumping up and down on the outside as Manson throws
powerful bombs ...  Holliday fighting back ... He ducks under and
springboards - head scissors .... Sit out power bomb counter by
Manson.]

FH: Holliday took the bait and BOOM down goes shorty I love it!

CL: Don't look now Fred but Ryder has turned and charging at Masterson
who is pushing himself up ....


"___CRAAAAAAAAAAAAACK___"


[SHINING WIZARD ON MASTERSON ...  Ryder pumps his fist totally in the
zone.  Manson however in the other ring is far from done with Doc
Holliday.  He lifts the much smaller Holliday up in a vertical suplex
...  DROPS INTO A REVERSE BACKBREAKER!!!]

FH: BOO-YA!  Hangman's Suplex right there! Wait turn around Misery
Machine!

CL: Regnigh is trying to get his former partners attention but it's
too late ... MERCENARY!!!!


BOOOM~!  BOOOM~!  BOOOM~!  BOOOM~!


[_Huge_ haymakers by the Mercenary ... The big hired gun has a second
burst after suffering arguable the biggest beating up until this
point. Manson stunned and his head is popping back with each blow.  He
backs up and brings the big man down with a big clothesline.
Mercenary lets out a roar as the fans pop!!!]

CL: Back in the other ring Tommy Ryder is just ripping away at the
open gash on Masterson's forehead.  Driving a fist and smashing it
into the cage.  Ryder is looking to make a statement.

FH: Regnigh is now over talking with Nick Wright ...

[Camera zooms in just in time to catch Regnigh handing something in-
between the cage and backs away quickly holding his hands up.]

CL: What is Regnigh doing???

FH: Words of encouragement Lester.  Regnigh is a veteran in this sport
and he is giving Wright some pointers.  That's his role in the
Widowmakers these days.

[Wright stumbles out of the corner as Ryder turns and charges ...
Wright swings a boxers type knock-out punch out of nowhere and _DROPS_
Ryder like a ton of bricks!!!!]

FH: WHOA!!! "Iron" Nick Wright!

CL: Give me a break!  What's that on Wright's hands?

FH: What I don't see anything!  Nick Wright has mad skills!

[Wright stumbles still knocking off the cob-webs ... He tosses the
brass knucks over to Masterson... Manson is taking a beating in the
corner of the opposite ring.  Wright, from the second ring, uses the
ropes to leap over and springboards off and spinning heel kick to the
back of Mercenary's head for the save!]

FH: WRIGHT TIME!

CL: Nick Wright over to make the save on Marcus Manson.  Doc Holliday
is back up however and he grabs Nick Wright from behind....


"___THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"


[... TIGER SUPlEX!!!!!!!!!!!  Masterson in the other ring is now
getting some revenge he has Ryder mounted and he is driving the blunt
end of those brass knucks into the forehead of Tommy Ryder and blood
is starting to cover the face of the youngster!]

FH: That didn't take long!  A nice baptism in blood for the Phenom!

CL: Not at all.  The alliance drew first blood on Masterson and it
appears Masterson is returning the favor with the assistance of those
damn brass knucks.

FH: About thirty seconds until either Marley or Feyr enter the battle.

CL: Holliday is charging and quickly into the other ring ...  BASEBALL
SLIDE DROPKICK INTO THE SIDE OF MASTERSON!!!!


[HUGE SAVING POP!!!!]


[... The brass knucks go sliding away.  Holliday quickly on the attack
as he notices Manson coming to in the other ring and he charges again
_springboards_ into the far left right flying forearm shot!!!!]

CL: DOC HOLLIDAY IS TAKING CONTROL!!!!

FH: Just wait Holliday your time is coming.  You may slip around in
there like the little pest you are but when Feyr gets out here he will
eat your face for dinner!

CL: Mercenary is up has Wright into a single leg crab now and is
applying pressure on that leg.

[Holliday walks over and grabs the brass knuckles.  He holds it up and
the crowd roars.. He looks at it and just slides it out handing it to
one of the weapon checking officials.  Regnigh stands on the outside
just mocking Holliday calling him a chicken.]

FH: What an idiot!  Though I never expected he had the balls to do
what has to be done to win this match.  This is why Doc Holliday is an
_ex_ Widowmaker Lester.

CL: Holliday wants to win this the right way Fred.  His team doesn't
need the aid of objects.  They are standing up like men and facing the
most legendary stable like men.

FH: Like idiots apparently.

CL: We are close to the countdown to the seventh man!  And here we go
...

Crowd:  TEN !!!

NINE !!!

EIGHT !!!

[Holliday joins in as he is pumped ready for the next Widowmaker.]

SEVEN !!!

SIX !!!

FIVE !!!

FOUR !!!

THREE !!!

[The ring thus far has Ryder now pulling himself up wiping the blood
from his eyes from the onslaught of the brass knucks.  Masterson to
his knees.  Doc Holliday who is eager to see the next widowmaker.  In
the other cage Mercenary has the single leg crab locked on Nick Wright
and Marcus Manson still on the mat.]

TWO !!!

ONE !!!


"___BUUUUUUUZZZZZZZZZZZZ___"


[Saints of Los Angeles by Motley Crue begins over the PA system ...]

FH: Let's see who it is!


[BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!]


CL: Xavier Feyr ....  We should have known Marley would come out last.

FH: Damn right a strategy well planned.  Save the captain for last
while the rest of the gang does the dirty work.  I mean honestly how
can anyone match up toe to toe with Marcus Manson, Xavier Feyr, _and_
the Made Men.

[A single figures steps out onto the entrance ramp.  A man wearing a
long black treanchcoat, with a tangled mess of crimson red hair,
pausing for a moment, then flashing a wicked grin.  It is the man
known as "Bloodlust" Xavier Feyr. The crowd roars in boo's ...

Another figure steps out from behind the curtain behind Xavier... this
being a slender Asian woman in a tight red outfit with various "cuts"
in it, revealing some of her skin beneath.  The woman’s body is
covered in various tattoos, and at her side she carries a short whip,
an impish grin on her face as she steps up next to Xavier and rests an
arm on his shoulder for a moment before the two begin making their way
down to the ring.]

CL: Outside of Craven the most brutal man to enter the cage here
tonight.

FH: Craven is a school boy compared to Feyr.  Plus count out the
Misery Machine.  He does nasty things to a lot of nice people.

CL: Look at Doc glare at Feyr.  There is no love loss between these
two one time friends.

[Feyr enters down and the officials begin checking over the
Widowmaker.  Quickly they begin pulling out weapons from his trench
coat...   After finding the 3rd weapon in his treanchcoat they
just ask him to remove it outright.]

CL: Jesus what did he think he was coming to a actual war?

FH: Feyr doesn't play around!  Just think what is going to get past
these blind referee's!

[The searching further they find a machete hidden in his boot, spiked
caltrops in his pocket ...  Brass knuckles, a pouch of salt is
removed...  Finally satisfied, they let Xavier begin to enter the
ring.... Except Doc Holliday yells from inside the ring "Check his
boots an' his damned hair!"

The official closest to the door reaches in Feyr's hair and shockingly
pulls out Feyr's "tiger claws" ....]

CL: GOOD GRIEF how did Holliday know there would be something in
there?

FH: That damn Holliday!  Who asked him anyways?

CL: Holliday knows about as much as his opponents tonight as he does
himself!  He has became the x-factor in this war.  Craven held down
the fort for quite sometime but when Holliday showed up things evened
out.

[Upon entering the ring, The Mercenary is the closest one who drops
the single leg crap and Xavier immediately "spits" in his face ... The
Mercenary staggers back and a close up reveals a _DART_ stuck in the
Mercenary's cheek!!!!]

CL: Xavier Feyr as a freaking dart in his mouth!!  What the [BLEEP]!

FH: Xavier Feyr is a master of weapons found in Asia Lester.

CL: Look at the smile on Lillith's face.

[The Mercenary pulls out the dart and charges Xavier, gets kicked in
the gut and DDT'd promptly followed by Xavier Feyr turning and
punching Ryder with a hard closed fist.  Holliday was headed towards
the fresh man but taken out from behind by Manson.  Misery Machine
yanks up Holliday and lifts him backwards sending him face first into
the cage ... However he doesn't let go and he swings a hanging
Holliday up and into the cage face first ... again ... again ...
again!!!!]

CL: Manson just battering Holliday's face into the cage!  Made Men are
now back up and Masterson yanks up Ryder's face while Wright unloads
now...

[Wright is heard shouting "Bring this message back to my sweetheart!"
Feyr yanks up Mercenary who out of instinct throws some right hands
... Feyr yanks the hired gun closer and just begins grinding that open
wound into the cage...  Lillith screams from the outside at Mercenary
as Feyr just grinds away.]

CL: With Feyr in the ring not only is there a four on three advantage
but the intensity picked up.  Manson and Feyr are _both_ using the
cage.

FH: Masterson is now locking on a figure four leg lock on Ryder!!!!
Wright is grabbing Ryders arms as he is stuck in the middle of the
ring.  Work those legs!

CL: The Mercenary and Mark Masterson have been in the ring for over
twenty minutes now.  Both men have a nice gash across their forehead.

[Right now the ring is total domination by the Widowmakers ... The
figure four is locked in hard on Tommy Ryder.  Manson is removing
_another_ top turnbuckle and turns around grabbing Holliday and sets
him up for a hotshot ...]


"___SMAAAAAAAAAAACK___"


[MASSIVE HEEL HEAT!!!!]


FH: Ouch!  Doc will feel that in the morning!  Manson yanks Holliday
back up with ease and bench presses him up ....


"___SMAAAAACK___"


"___SMAAAAACK___"


"___SMAAAAACK___"


"___THUUUUUUUUUD____"


[With each bench press Manson lifted Holliday up into the cage and
then dropped him right on that exposed turnbuckle.  In the other ring
Mercenary is lying on the mat face up, Feyr drops to one knee and
delivers a downward striking heart punch....]

CL: Feyr calls that - Killer Instinct!  And I have to admit Feyr has
that killer instinct out there right now.  This is like his backyard.
Feyr might be the only person in that ring that actually _enjoys_
this!

FH: I enjoy watching Feyr dismantle Mercenary!  It's like clockwork
for Feyr though.

CL: We are quickly approaching one minute left until either Sinister
or Craven heads out to even the odds.

FH: What is Sinister going to do on one wheel?  Bring his crippled ass
out here.  There is nothing like watching a one legged man in an ass
kicking contest.

[Wright is now climbing the ropes and Masterson is pulling Ryder up...
Ryder with a back kick stuns the Made Man member and Ryder rushes the
turnbuckle after Wright... Ryder grabs Wright sets up for an urange,
but slams the back of Wright's head into the cage post before
snatching backwards taking them both off the turnbuckle .... as they
both fall they land on Wright's head. Ryder springs up happy with what
he's done when Feyr mows him down with a clothesline...]

CL: Ryder a burst of fight saw his nemesis on the top ropes but Feyr
was there waiting and now Feyr is just putting the boots to the
youngster stomping a complete mud hole in him.

FH: Masterson over in the opposite ring now and kicks the ribs of
Holliday as Manson holds them unexposed.  Great teamwork by the
Widowmakers as they are dominating the cage right now.


[HUGE POP!!!]


CL: Mercenary has pulled himself up!!! There is no quit from
wrestling's hired gun!


"___THUUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"


[Takes Wright down with a DDT.  Feyr charges but right into a boot
from Mercenary.  He turns towards the other ring where Holliday is in
trouble and charges _diving_ over the top ropes and on top of Manson
who just happened to turn around to receive Mercenary at the right
time!]


P - V - W ! ! !   P - V - W ! ! !   P - V - W ! ! !   P - V - W ! ! !


P - V - W ! ! !   P - V - W ! ! !   P - V - W ! ! !   P - V - W ! ! !


P - V - W ! ! !   P - V - W ! ! !   P - V - W ! ! !   P - V - W ! ! !


P - V - W ! ! !   P - V - W ! ! !   P - V - W ! ! !   P - V - W ! ! !


P - V - W ! ! !   P - V - W ! ! !   P - V - W ! ! !   P - V - W ! ! !


P - V - W ! ! !   P - V - W ! ! !   P - V - W ! ! !   P - V - W ! ! !


CL: The fans are going nuts!!!  The Widowmakers have tried for more
than twenty minutes to keep the Mercenary down but there is just too
much fight in him.


"___THUUUUUUUUD___"


FH: He is down now!

[Masterson dropped Merc with a spinebuster but the distraction has
been enough.  Holliday has pulled himself up and he has Masterson up
for a fisherman suplex, holds Pokerface  vertical, and sits out into
an elevated neckbreaker.]


"___THUUUUUUUUUUUD___"


[FIIIINNNIIISSSHHHAAAA POP!!!!]


CL: Old West Lynching!  Old West Lynching!  Old West Lynching!

FH: Don't wet your pants Lester.

[Feyr see's Holliday up and alone in the other ring.  He steps in-
between the ropes ...   Doc pulls something from a pocket, and gives
Xavier a face rake... then quickly discards the object through the
cage.  Whatever was in Holliday's hand has caused just above the right
eye of Feyr to begin bleeding ...  Feyr wipes the blood from his
eyebrow with a wide glance ... A half grin / half I am going to eat
your face look forms across the face of the mad man ...]

CL: That doesn't look good for Holliday!

FH: Never piss off a man that has little care of human life.  Feyr may
be the most feared man in this business.

[Feyr charges a backed up Holliday but as he approaches the ring
veteran a puff of salt is tossed into the face and eyes of Feyr ...
Feyr obviously pissed and blind now begins swinging wildly ...
Holliday is dodging and weaving shouting out taunts ...]

CL: Holliday is just toying with Feyr now.  Look at him just dancing
around the ring and keeping his distance from Feyr.

FH: Wait until Feyr gets his hands around shorty's neck.

Crowd: TEN !!!

NINE !!!

EIGHT !!!

SEVEN !!!

CL: The countdown is on ... Sinister or Craven?

SIX !!!

FH: Either man is just another walking casualty Lester.  Feyr is
red hot and that Salt will only last for so long.

FIVE !!!

[Holliday's ducking and weaving gets more intense as Manson and
Masterson are up and they are starting to corner Holliday.]

FOUR !!!

THREE !!!

TWO !!!

ONE !!!


"___BUUUUUUUZZZZZZZZZZZZ___"


["Schism" by Tool blasts over the PA system as the fans go nuts ....]

CL: BIG DADDY SIN!!!!!!!!!!

FH: Bring on the cripple!

[The Chi-town beast steps out from the curtains.  He has an obvious
brace on that hurt leg from last Heatwave ... He takes off in a full
_sprint_ showing no signs of slowing down on that leg as he makes it
down the aisle way in record time.  He flies through the check process
and quickly steps into the cage ..]

CL: Sinister isn't wasting anytime he is headed to the ring where
Holliday is out numbered!!!!

[Sinister catches Mark Masterson off-guard from the rear and delivers
a Falling Neck Breaker that halts Masterson in his tracks. While
Masterson clutches at his neck, Sinister measures him carefully
then drops an elbow onto Masterson's shoulder.   Holliday leaps and
hits Manson then turns to hit Feyr ... The crowd are on their feet as
the fan-favorite is trying to take the Widowmakers meanest men down.
Sinister back to both feet, measures Masterson again and once again
drops an elbow onto Masterson's shoulder.]

CL: Sinister is targeting the man that has been inside the ring the
longest!!!

FH: He better watch out as Manson and Feyr are getting the best off
Holliday!

[POP as Sinister yanks Manson and unloads BOMBS!!!!!  Inside the other
ring Ryder and Wright are up and these two have no love loss! Wright
is whipped into the corner. Ryder charges at Wright but he grabs onto
the top rope before hitting the turnbuckles and throws his feet into
the air, twisting himself around as Ryder comes charging and Wright
uses the cage and positions himself behind Ryder... Ryder catches
Wright's thrown kick to the mid-section. Wright expected Ryder to
catch his foot and nails him with a spinning mule kick type of
enziguri ...]


"___THWAAAAAAP___"


CL: Look at these two go!  When they finally have a blow out match we
might see one of the best matches PVW has ever seen.

FH: Hush and watch Wright dismantle this kid.

[Wright grabs Ryder as he's trying to get up, stands him up all the
way and then drops him to the mat with a sit-out Jawbreaker.  Inside
the other ring a three on three battle ensued.  Feyr chokes Holliday
in the corner ... Sinister has been backed up in the corner by Manson
who is just brutally kicking his right knee.  Masterson has now locked
Mercenary into a camel clutch submission as the blood just drips down
Pokerface's face.]

CL: Widowmakers such a well oiled unit.  They seem to know where one
another is and what the next move is at all times.  Holliday has his
allies prepared but thus far they have been usually out numbered.

FH: Or just out matched!

CL: Nick Wright has pulled Ryder to his feet and goes to whip him off
the ropes but Ryder reverses!

[Wright ducks a clothesline attempt and bounces off the opposing set
of ropes. Wright dives at "The Phenom" and takes him off of his feet
once more, this time with a sleeper slam. Wright is far from done
however he pulls Ryder to his feet and gives him a strong short-
distance whip chest-first into the exposed turnbuckle. Ryder staggers
backwards out of the corner into a backdrop set-up by Wright, but
Ryder flips over onto his feet behind Wright. Wright turns around and
goes for a right hand but Ryder ducks it and nails Wright with a big
Side Slam which gets a big pop.]


"___THUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"


CL: Tommy Ryder with a big comeback counter ... He see's his friends
in trouble in the other ring and leaps ... SPRINGBOARD DROPKICK RIGHT
INTO THE FACE OF MASTERSON!!!!

FH: Someone contain him!

[That free's the Mercenary but he is slow getting up ... Feyr and
Manson turn and Ryder leaps and clings to the cage for long enough to
take Manson down with a cross-body block!!!!]

CL: RYDER WITH A BURST!!!!

[From the corner ... Sinister growls with primal anger as he locks his
eyes on Xavier Feyr. With an unexpected burst of energy, Sinister
tackles Feyr to the ground and begins pummeling Feyr's right knee with
repetitive elbow smashes causing Feyr to howl in pain and clutch his
right knee. Sinister lifts Feyr's face close to his and yells "How
does it feel you blind siding bastard!?  You like that!?"  Sinister
then pushes Feyr's face to the mat and contorts Feyr's right knee into
a knee lock submission and yells "I'm going to break your knee back
you son of a bitch!"]

CL: SINISTER IS TRYING TO GET EVEN!!!!!

FH: It's going to take bit more then that to get _even_ Leter.  Feyr's
body will hold up the whole contest remember when Craven gave him a
Thundermelter and he damn near sit up?

CL: There is no doubt that Feyr is about as tough as they come.

[And Masterson must have heard Hoyle as he clubs Sinister from behind
... However Doc Holliday is rejuvenated!  He is up and springboards  -
TORNADO DDT!!!!!]


   D - O  - C ! ! !   D - O  - C ! ! !   D - O  - C ! ! !


   D - O  - C ! ! !   D - O  - C ! ! !   D - O  - C ! ! !


   D - O  - C ! ! !   D - O  - C ! ! !   D - O  - C ! ! !


CL: We are less than a minute until the Widowmakers captain will enter
the fray.  Remember folks the match can't be won until all ten men are
in the ring.  Right now they are just beating the hell out of each
other and they are doing a damn good job at that.

FH: Ryder is bloodied ... Mercenary is bloodied ... Masterson is
dripping with blood ... Feyr and Holliday both have wounds ... They
are going to have to clean _both_ rings before Cole and Williams next!

[Wright with a chop block into the back of Sinister's right knee as he
crumbles down holding his knee in pain.]

FH: And there goes Sinister's knee.  Heads up move by Wright right
there.  That is the target right there.  The rest of the match is
going through the motions.

CL: Ryder see's Wright back up and he charges TAKING him down and just
tossing rights!!!!!


[KICK HIS ASS POP!!!]


FH: Thirty seconds until _SHOW TIME_!


"___THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"


[_Big_ Samoan drop by Manson on Mercenary!  Holliday with a low
dropkick on Manson.  He turns to hit the ropes but is just taken
inside out with a charging clothesline by Feyr....  Feyr who's wound
above his eye has opened up more now drops down and begins driving the
blunt end of his fist into Holliday.  Almost like he is in another
zone.  Feyr then reaches down the front of his trunks ...]

CL: Feyr is digging down for something ...

FH: Holliday ruined Feyr's plans earlier ... Let's see what he has in
store for old Doc now.

[Feyr grabs out what appears to some sort of black small flowers and
begins jamming it into the _mouth_ of Doc Holliday!!!]

CL: What the hell!  Feyr is shoving whatever is in that small bag down
Holliday's mouth!  Holliday is spitting it out but who the hell knows
what that is.

FH: Who knows with Feyr.  This is one guy you don't want to piss off!

CL: Holliday stumbling up spitting and coughing... I hope he is
alright and Russian leg sweep by Feyr!!!!

Crowd: TEN !!!

NINE !!!

EIGHT !!!

SEVEN !!!

FH: You know Rick Marley is ready to take off down the aisle and get
the five on four upper hand.

SIX !!!

FIVE !!!

FOUR !!!

THREE !!!

CL: What a war it's been only two men left to add to the cage!

TWO !!!


"___CRAAAAASSSSH___"


[Ryder was just lifted up by Manson and thrown like a football into
the cage!]

ONE !!!


[HEEEEEEEEEL POP!!!!!]


"___BUUUUUUUZZZZZZZZZZZZ___"


[For the final time Saints of Los Angeles by Motley Crue hit the PA
system. After a moment, "Showtime" Rick Marley emerges from the back
to a chorus of boos.  The dark haired wrestler is wearing dark long
legged trunks with the word "Showtime" stenciled across the butt and
with blue-ish white spotlight streaks up the legs, along with a black
WMI t shirt.

He walks unhurriedly down towards the ring, ignoring the boos, insults
and threats from those in attendance.  He approaches the officials and
holds his arms up as if he is saying "check me".  Brass Knuckles, bag
of flower, handcuffs have been removed from the Widowmakers captain.
Finally he passes the check and he quickly makes his way into the
cage...]

CL: Marley is in the ring and the Widowmakers are at full strength!!!!
Marley joins in with Manson putting the boots to the Mercenary. He
barks orders as Manson pulls the bloodied hired gun up ... He
springboards ... ROCKER DROPPER!

FH: And here is what the Widowmakers were missing the most.  Before
Marley there was four guys but just fighting and working towards self
aimed moves.  With Marley you see five men on the same page.

[Masterson is now stomping on Sinister's right knee ...  He grabs it
and torques it around his own body trying to weaken the big man's
already injured wheel.  Holliday who has been fighting back even
though whatever Feyr stuffed down his moth has obviously limited
Holliday's communication ... Begins to lift Feyr for his fisherman
suplex, but as he lifts, Feyr hooks his free leg to hook Doc's, thus
blocking the hold.  Then punches Doc... then again... then a kick
causing Doc to release Xavier's other leg.  Xavier then knees Doc in
the gut and lifts Doc up in the air vertically, and comes crashing
down with a brainbuster...]

FH: What a counter!!! Feyr isn't letting go ... Feyr rolls over, pulls
up shorty-Holliday and hits ANOTHER brainbuster.


"___THUUUUUUUUUUUD___"


CL: Feyr is _still_ not letting go, Feyr rolls and pulls up Doc, lifts
again, but this time slams into the side of the cage from the vertical
suplex position and releases him so that he comes crashing down on his
head....  GOOD GRIEF FEYR IS IN A BLOODLUST!!!

[... Not finished yet, Xavier measures Doc ... Holliday is laying on
the mat face up, Feyr drops to one knee and delivers a downward
striking heart punch ...]

CL: KILLER INSTINCT!!!  Feyr taking it to his long term friend.


"___CRRRRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNCH___"


[BRUTAL OMG POOR RYDER POP!!!!!!!!]


FH: HEART PUNCH BY MANSON ON RYDER!!!!!  A heart punch for
everyone!!!!

CL: Wright is on the top ropes ... 360 Frog Splash .... The Spin Cycle
on Mercenary _again_!!!!

FH: The Widowmakers are _killing_ the four men in the ring now!  Sit
back and watch a good old fashion ass whoopin Lester.

[Marley quickly over to Sinister who has fought off Masterson and to
the ropes pulling himself up ... He turns but Marley CLIPS the knee
off and Sinister lets out a roar in pain.  Marley grabs that leg and
begins to turn it into a Sharpeshooter submission hold ...]

CL: It's locked!!! Marley has the Showstopper locked!!!  There can't
be a finish right here but Sinister looks in some dire pain.

FH: Yank that knee Marley.  There is the weak link!   Marley is the
man Lester.  On the last Heatwave he started the process by taking out
Sinister's knee.   Holliday tried to hide Sinister by coming out here
4th but as soon as Marley entered the cage he went right back at that
knee.

CL: Sinister is as tough as they come but eventually you have to
wonder if bowing out to fight another day becomes an option for the
big man.

FH: Marley is banking on it.

[Manson yanks of Tommy Ryder again and he faces towards the opposite
ring and lifts the near limp superstar up ... He lifts him up high in
a gorilla press ... He lifts him up into the top of the cage again
... And slams him over the ropes and into the opposite ring.
Mercenary is pulled up by both Made Men members ... Mercenary with a
back elbow and tries to fight back ...]

CL: There is literally _zero_ quit in the Mercenary. He is well over
twenty minutes now inside the ring.  Always in there at a
disadvantage... Blood has been dripping out of that open wound for
most of the match.  And he is still inside the ring battling for
survival!

FH: It's done him no good. Masterson with a face rake and Wright just
drilling him with shoulder rams in the stomach as they have backed him
up in the corner.

[Marley continues to lock that sharpeshooter on Sinister... Sinister
has crawled himself to the ropes but there is no rope break.  The
Widowmaker captain hops off and grabs that right knee light a lion
smelling blood and just drives it sideways in the side of the cage ...
He grabs it again and swings it side ways again!!!]

CL: Marley just going vicious on that right knee! Rick Marley stares
down at his fallen opponent with a confident smile on his face,
satisfied that the job has been well done.

FH: Sinister is now useless in the match.  Marley has been in the
match for just over a minute and already has won this match for the
Widowmakers.  You have to admit Rick Marley has the world in the palm
of his hands right now!

CL: Look at the look of satisfaction on Marley's face.  You can tell
he is proud of his teams work.

[Marley bends down and begins removing something from his left knee
pad ...]

CL: What the hell is this?  Didn't the refs check him?

FH: Apparently not well enough!

CL: He has pulled out Zip ties????


[MASSIVE HEEL HEAT!!!!]


CL: He is headed over to the cage door now.  He just kicked the
officials hands who tried to stop Marley from zip tieing the damn door
closed... One Zip tie ... Two zip ties ...

FH: I guess Craven won't be entered into the cage.  What a shame!

CL: Less than thirty seconds remaining up William Craven is set to
head out ...

[Marley and Manson are in the first ring with Ryder now ... Inside the
second right Feyr just took a chunk out of Holliday's head with his
teeth.  Doc is now gushing open after the onslaught from Feyr.
Lillith is on the outside just giving Mercenary an ear full as the
Made Men continue to make short work of the hired gun.]

CL: It's been total Widowmaker's domination since Marley entered the
ring.  Holliday has been silenced for the most part every since Feyr
shoved that black powdery stuff in his mouth.  Whatever it was has
really shut the veteran of the allies up.

FH: A plan well thought out.


[HUUUGE IT'S ALMOST TIME POP!!!!]


Crowd: TEN !!!

NINE !!!

EIGHT !!!

CL: The fans are counting down for the Motor City Madman ... But
Marley has zip tied the damn cage door.

SEVEN !!!

SIX !!!

FH: What a shame Craven will have to stand on the outside and watch
the Widowmakers destroy the four men inside the ring.  They can't even
stand right now.

FIVE !!!

FOUR !!!

THREE !!!

TWO !!!

ONE !!!


"___BUUUUUUUZZZZZZZZZZZZ___"


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[This is where Bill usually appears, but as the camera focuses on the
entrance portal, there's nothing.]

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

[The pyro hits and Craven's normal position is bathed in a storm of
flaming sparks.]




"___WHHHHHAAAAAAAACCCCCKKKKK___"




CL: What the h-- THERE HE IS!

Lilith: AH!

[Shrieking, almost hissing, Lilith Payne is reacting to Johnathan
Regnigh taking a wooden sword upside the head from a man in the crowd.
This man has green skin, wears camo pants and red gauze on his hands
and feet.  If you didn't already figure it out, it's William Craven.
No gas mask this time, just a bug-eyed, frantic, slavering frenzy of
violence.

"Space Lord" cuts, and all that can be heard is the screaming of
fans, wrestlers, managers and valets.]


"___WHHHHHAAAAAAAACCCCCKKKKK___"


"___WHHHHHAAAAAAAACCCCCKKKKK___"


"___WHHHHHAAAAAAAACCCCCKKKKK___"


"___WHHHHHAAAAAAAACCCCCKKKKK___"


"___WHHHHHAAAAAAAACCCCCKKKKK___"


"___WHHHHHAAAAAAAACCCCCKKKKK___"


"___WHHHHHAAAAAAAACCCCCKKKKK___"


"___WHHHHHAAAAAAAACCCCCKKKKK___"


[For every whack presented, add 5.  Bill cracks Regnigh in the head a
few times, and then takes out his knee when he tries to get away.
After he's sure his target's not going anywhere, Bill drops his bokken
(wooden sword) and moves to the ring steps.]


"___RUMMMMBLE___"


FH: Jesus!  NO!




"___KA-FREAKIN'-WHAAAANG___"




CL: NO!  Someone stop this!  Johnathan Regnigh isn't even part of this
match, and nobody can take shots from a 150 pound mass of metal like
that!

[More shrieking from Lilith, and the collected WMI members in the ring
try on a few occasions to break away, but nobody can get out of the
cage, and there being more WMI guys than faces. Too bad for Regnigh,
as Bill starts stomping the steps.]


"___WHAAAAANG___"


"___WHAAAAANG___"


"___WHAAAAANG___"


"___WHAAAAANG___"


"___WHAAAAANG___"


[For every whang presented, add 2.  Not satisfied with Regnigh merely
falling still, Bill ascends the steps atop his victim, and starts to
jump up and down.  Rather than presenting a sound effect here, it's
advised that you go listen to car crash footage to get an idea of the
horrors taking place here.

Charging Bill, Lilith stops short as the big monster leaps down
to meet her. Backing up slow, she turns to flee just in time as Bill's
snarling face turns away to grab the ring steps again.]

FH: Don't even think about it dammit!!!  Look at Feyr he has lost all
his focus on Holliday inside the ring and he is screaming at Craven
from _inside_ the cage.


"___KA-FREAKIN'-WHAAAANG___"


CL: Somebody stop this!  I know that WMI, in defending Rick Marley,
has driven the already unstable William Craven to some drastic
measures, but he's going to kill someone out there!  Perhaps if Marley
wouldn't have _locked_ Craven outside the cage!

FH: This is all because of the World Title, Chip!  I don't like
Craven, no bones about it!  The man needs to go back to his old,
selfish ways, but WMI, Marley really, cost Bill what would be his
first World Title shot!

[The steps, hurled at Lilith, finally stop tumbling and sliding as
they hit the guardrail.  Chasing her around the ring, Bill stops short
of following her to the backstage area, then sprints the length of the
entrance aisle, the officials are trying to explain to Craven that the
cage door is zip tied shut ...]

FH: Poor Craven look at his face he looks like a baby and his bottle
was just taken away from him.

CL: EMT's have came down to check on Johnathan Regnigh the Widowmakers
manager took a serious beating on the outside.

FH: Craven should be fined and suspended for that!

[Craven grabs the zip ties and begins ripping at them with all his
strength. He shakes and yells - "MARLEY YOU ARE DEAD!!!!"  Marley
seems a bit frightened but he yells at his guys to finish the job
QUICK!!!!]

CL: Look at Marley he appears as if he just saw his worst fear.

FH: Who isn't afraid of a roided up lunatic mad man like William
Craven?

CL: I think someone better check Marley's trunks.

FH: Hell after what he just did to Johnathan Regnigh I think you
better check my pants.

[Back inside the ring ... The Widowmakers have picked up the pace and
aggression ...  They know time isn't on their side and in just a short
time the odds will be evened out.  Manson hangs one Sinister's bum leg
into the tree of woe, and simply goes to work on their bad knee like
it was a speed bag, laying into it with powerful punches.]

CL: I don't think an outcome can actually happen until Craven steps
into the cage.

FH: Sinister may not be able to work for a month or more when the
Widowmakers are done!

[Craven screams at the top of his lungs as he rips away and shakes ...
After realizing this is going to take some time he turns and notices
the EMT's looking over Johnathan Regnigh ... He hops down and grabs
one of the EMT's ... He screams at him - "GET THAT DAMN DOOR OPEN OR
YOU'LL BE SHARING AN AMBULANCE RIDE WITH HIM!"]

CL: The EMT is looking into his bag and pulls out a pair of scissors.

FH: How convenient.  Who invited them down anyways?

CL: Ummm.. They were down here checking on Johnathan Regnigh.

[Inside the ring Made Men lift Mercenary up and drop him _throat_
first on the top of the ropes ... They then grab his legs and just
begin ramming his upper forehead and skull into the cage over and over
...  Marley continues to bark the orders as the EMT is now cutting at
the first zip tie.]

CL: Craven is seconds away from entering it appears ... THE DOOR
OPENS!!!!! He's into the ring ... AND IT'S ON!






[EAT THEIR FACES CRAVEN POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]








FH: Why do the fans love this animal?  I mean he is _green_!  Who
roots for green freaks??

CL: William Craven lighting into the Widow Makers!  Feyr and Manson
both go down to roundhouse kicks, Masterson and Wright back off, and
there's Craven and Marley!

[Everyone stands back for a moment, letting the two catalysts in the
past years affairs have their moment.  His fear evaporating for at
least that moment, Marley withstands Bill to his face, and talks
trash.  Twitching, perhaps laughing, Bill edges forward, matched in
pace by his long-standing rival.

After avoiding Craven for so long, it should come as no surprise
when Wright and Masterson move back in, sandwiching the big freak,
followed by everybody else.


MASS CHAOS POP!]

CL: All _five_ Widowmakers have now left their opponents and are
punching and kicking Craven ...  Marley pushing his way in and kicks
Craven in the head ...

FH: Take that ya freak!  This is a good old fashion beating.

[Craven raises to his feet grabbing Masterson and slamming his head
into his own with a vicious head butt.  He turns and drives a hard
right into Manson ... drives another ...  Marley begins to slowly back
up and suddenly stops smiling as his movement is halted in its tracks.
Marley turns around slowly and is met with a vicious right elbow
square to the forehead!!!!]


[SIIIIIINNNNNNIIIIIISSSSTTTTTTEEEEERRRRRRR POP!!!!!!!!!!!!]


CL: Sinister unleashes another right elbow to the forehead and Marley
stumbles into a near corner, shaking his head in an attempt to clear
the cobwebs. Sinister follows in with a solid shoulderblock to the
midsection, causing Marley to groan in pain and forcibly exhale.

FH: HOW is he even walking!?!?!

[Sinister is obviously favoring that right knee but feeding off
Craven's adrenaline ... Sinister then delivers a quick uppercut to
Marley's jaw that knocks him off his feet.  Sinister grabs a hold of
Marley's right knee and he drops an elbow onto the side of it.  As
Marley clutches his right knee Sinister slides Marley near the cage
and then begins returning the favor as he rams Marley's right knee
against the cage!  Marley cries out in pain and anger while Sinister
grabs a hold of both Marley's legs.  Sinister smiles sadistically
right before dropping full force and weight right on Marley's crotch!
As Marley, and numerous other men groan, Sinister puts the boots to
Marley's leg again!  Marley curses Sinister as he clutches his knee
and Sinister curses right back, spits on Marley then slowly locks
Marley into a figure-four as both men scream ...]

CL: This move is hurting Sinister as much as it's hurting Marley!
Ryder is up and he spins Masterson around ... Double under hook ....


"___THUUUUUUUUUD___"


[... DDT while simultaneously kicking Masterson in both knees.  The
allies continue to fight back as Mercenary nails Manson with a low
dropkick to his knee.  He then quickly hops up and smears the blood
from his eyes and sets the big man up ...  PILEDRIVER!!!!!!!!]

FH: Things aren't looking good.  Did the Mercenary get a blood
transfusion right there inside the match or something?  The guy has
been bleeding for nearly twenty minutes now and I don't mean bleeding
... I mean REALLY bleeding.

CL: This is a training course for Mercenary.  No pain no gain Fred.

[Craven now has the upper hand with Feyr.  Feyr seems to be breathing
a little hard after spending a good portion of the match blood lusting
a bit.  Craven hurls Feyr backwards, up, and over his body, forcing a
vertical bump on the neck, and folding Feyr in two.]


"___KAAAATHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"


CL: HE FOLDED FEYR IN HALF!!  Holliday is now setting Wright up for
a superplex .... There isn't a lot of room in a cage environment ...

FH: Wright fighting back!!!!  Get em' Wright!

[Both men are on top of the turnbuckles... Holliday gets Wright up in
a brainbuster .....  Wrights feet aren't able to stay straight up due
to the room in the cage corner, but Holliday drops down smashing
Wright's skull into the top turnbuckle ....]


[OH MY FN GAAAAWD POP!!!!!]


P - V - W ! ! !   P - V - W ! ! !  P - V - W ! ! !   P - V - W ! ! !


P - V - W ! ! !   P - V - W ! ! !  P - V - W ! ! !   P - V - W ! ! !


P - V - W ! ! !   P - V - W ! ! !  P - V - W ! ! !   P - V - W ! ! !


P - V - W ! ! !   P - V - W ! ! !  P - V - W ! ! !   P - V - W ! ! !


P - V - W ! ! !   P - V - W ! ! !  P - V - W ! ! !   P - V - W ! ! !


P - V - W ! ! !   P - V - W ! ! !  P - V - W ! ! !   P - V - W ! ! !


CL: WRIGHT IS OUT!!!!!!!  GOOD GAWD WHAT DO YOU EVEN CALL THAT ...
SOME SORT OF SUPER BRAINBUSTER.

FH: I don't know what you call it but I never want to see Doc Holliday
use that again.

[In both rings, Irish whips are started - Ryder begins one on
Masterson,  Sinister begins one in the opposite rings with Marley but
it's reversed ....  Instead of bouncing, or knocking shoulders,
Masterson shoulderblocks through the ropes and drops Sinister!!!!!]

FH: Did you see that!??!  What a heads up move by both Marley _and_
Masterson!  There is still plenty of fight left in the Widowmakers
Lester.  Don't count them out just yet.

CL: Don't look yet but ---


"___CRAAAAAAACK___"


[HUGE CRAVEN JUST FLATTENED MARLEY POP!!!!]


FH: NOOOOOO!

CL: MAFIA KICK BY CRAVEN RIGHT INTO THE CHOPS OF MARLEY AND HE IS
SEEING STARS!

[Masterson back up and charges .... Double Choke ....  Craven
lifts!!!!!]




"___THUNDEROUS THUUUUUUUUUUUD___"




[THUNDERMELTER POP!!!!!]




CL: THUNDERMELTER ON MASTERSON!!!!!

FH: This isn't turning out good what-so-ever.  Hey what's that?

CL: What do you mean?

FH: Is that a blimp???

[dramatic pause ...]

CL: Umm .. I don't see anything.  Why would a blimp be inside the
Thomas & Mack Center?

FH: Don't ask traumatic flashbacks ...

CL: You worry me sometimes Fred. Mercenary now has Marley ...  He
perches Marley up on the top turn-buckle, facing outward, Merc climbs
up to the second rope and grabs him ....  Merc hunched over from the
top roof of the cage....

[Merc instead of a back suplex lifts Marley up, and then atomic drops
him down onto the an exposed ring post.....]


[A LAUGHING POP!!!!!]


CL: OH GOD!!! AN EXPOSED RING POST ENEMA!!!

FH: I guess we don't have to check Marley's trunks anymore.

[Both men pause.]

[Craven grabs a hold of Manson and heart punches him. Manson
staggers back, stunned, shakes his head to clear the cobwebs, and
promptly returns with one of his own .... Heart punching the crap out
of William Craven ...]


"___CRRRUUUNNNNCH___"


FH: I guess we saw who the master of the heart punch is inside that
ring.  Craven crumbles down to both knees and Feyr charges with a knee
right to the back of Craven's head.

CL: That will slow things down ... Holliday SPRINGBOARDS ....

[BOOOOO! Manson turned and caught him and tilt-a-whirl backbreaker!!!!
Mercenary spears Manson into the cage crashing him backwards ....
However Feyr is right on target grabs Merc from behind and locks a
katahajime ... He then German suplexes the hired gun!]

CL: Katahajime Suplex by Feyr!!!  Feyr is back up but just in time as
Ryder off the top ropes with a spinning heel kick!!!!!

FH: That damn pest!

CL: Ryder kips back to his feet and hits the ropes and springboards...
ASAI MOONSAULT ---


[GROANING POP!!!]


[Feyr got his knee's up and Ryder landed square onto his knees.	 His
chaos inside the ring Wright and Marley seem to be getting to their
feet slowly.  Craven is pushing himself up ... Manson still leaning up
against the cage in pain.  Wright steps through and goes for a double-
axe handle on Craven but Craven blocks him ... DOUBLE CHOKE LIFT ....
Seeing Craven lift Nick Wright for a Thundermelter in the opposite
ring, Marley charges the ropes, springgoards off of them, grabs the
fence over the top of the cage and uses it to swing, hitting a
modified missile dropkick to the side of Craven's knee, taking the big
man down and saving Wright.]

FH: What a heads up move by Rick Marley!!!!  Craven just crumbled not
expecting Marley to come out of nowhere to save Nick Wright.  Wright
is holding his throat and the two look at each other and quickly begin
putting the boots to a downed Craven!

CL: This match is reaching what could be it's final lap.  The
Widowmakers are now _back_ in control.  Holliday and allies have been
through hell this match.  Sinister's knee appears nearly shredded.  He
can barley walk in that cage.  Mercenary has to be close to passing
out with his blood loss.  Holliday has been basically silenced and
Craven has been contained.  Things are looking grim.

FH: Start the party Lester!  W-M-I !!!  W-M-I!!!

CL: What are you doing Fred?

FH: Trying to get a WMI chant going but these idiots aren't paying
attention.

[Masterson now has Sinister up in a running powerslam type position...
As he charges, Sinister finds enough wiggle room to slide out and
right behind Masterson.  Sinister shoves Masterson as he is running
right into the cage ...]


"___BAAAAAAAAAAAAANG___"




[COUNTER POP!!!!]



CL: Sinister is on one leg and turns but Manson right there with a
brutal kick to that knee that sends Sinister back crumbling down.
Manson hollers for towards Marley that they can end this now!

FH: Manson see's an opening.  Did you hear Sinister scream in pain
after getting kicked in that knee?

CL: Sinister is in some dire pain.  He has fought valiantly in this
war but he came in at a disadvantage and like a pack of wolves the
Widowmakers have just worked it raw.

FH: I hope the Las Vegas hospital has a bed ready for Sinister after
this one.  Heck they might as well get five beds ready ...

CL: There might be a few guys who need some medical attention.
Masterson and Mercenary both appear to need a few stitches at the
least.

[Feyr is just fuming as he smells an end.  He drops down like if he
was going for his Killer Instinct heart punch but just brutalizes that
right leg and knee area.  Manson backs away to work on Craven freeing
up the captain who begins to stalk Sinister.  He begins to set up for
the sharpeshooter again but Sinister begins fighting it ...  The
wasted time allows Holliday to get a second wind ... Doc lifts Rick up
into an inverted fireman's carry and attempts to toss him off for the
boot to the back of the head, but Marley shifts as Doc lifts and grabs
Holliday's head, spinning around and planting his old stablemate with
a tornado DDT....]

FH: What a counter!!! Holliday saw an opening but Marley was ready!
Rick Marley is a true genius Lester.  He had his men ready for five
superstars in the wrestling world.  How often does five mega stars
from all over the wrestling industry come together to take on one
stable?

CL: Holliday may have not gotten off the move he wanted but it did
save and free up Sinister.  Mercenary is up but Wright is firing off
kicks .. He goes to whip the hired gun out with an Irish whip ... but
Mercenary reverses it!  Mercenary charges right behind, but Wright
uses the corner and flips right behind the bloodied superstar.

[... Mercenary turns right into Wright leaping up with his knees and
puts it to the upperchest - lower jaw and drops down (Codebreaker)
stunning Mercenary sending him back and up against the corner.
Masterson now takes off charging and drives his shoulders with a spear
like charge into the ribs and mid-section of Mercenary.]

CL: Made Men keeping together as they have for most of the match!


"___THWAAAAAAAAP___"


[HEEEEL POP!!!]


FH: Casting Call superkick by Marley right into the side of Craven's
head!!!!!

CL: Manson has Ryder up in a gorilla press ...

[He tosses Ryder right into Masterson who catches him into a fireman's
carry position.  Masterson drives Ryder's chin into his shoulder as
the body falls to the mat!]


[HEEL FINISHER POP!!!]


FH: DEAD MAN'S HAND!!

[Wright now evading the action in the far ring .... Goes all Spiderman
and climbs the wall to into the other ring, Feyr has Sinister up and
teardrop suplexes him down to the mat to continue the punishment on
what the Widowmakers view as the weak link.  Wright scurries over to
the other ring via the cage, dangles from the ceiling above the fallen
foe, makes a short swing and then drops a 270 degree backflip splash
from the ceiling on top of Sinister!!!!]

CL: HOLY CRAP DID YOU SEE THAT!?!?!

FH: THE NEW PHENOM RIGHT THERE!!!!  "The Widowmaker Phenom" Nick
Wright!!!!!!

CL: Sinister seems out of it ... He _could_ be closed to knocked out
from the punishment and the pain!

FH: Call the match now dammit!  Look at his eyes they are rolling back
in his head.


[HUGE POP!!!]


CL: NO!!! Not yet Sinister is moving... _Barley_ but he is moving.

FH: Look at Feyr's face Lester.  I think he is _happy_ that Sinister
isn't out of it yet.

CL: It's appeared that Xavier Feyr has been actually _enjoying_
himself in the ring tonight.

[Marley limps a bit from the onslaught he took from Sinister earlier
on his own leg... He now has his sights set on Holliday to teach his
former ally a lesson.  He pulls Holliday up who loots pretty much out
of it and Holliday slumps back down to the floor.  Marley with a big
smile pulls him up again and slaps him across the face ...]


"___TWAAAAAP___"


"___TWAAAAAP___"


CL: Marley is just toying with Holliday now.  He goes to send him
across the cage, but HOLLIDAY REVERSES IT!!!!!!  Holliday was toying
with Marley the whole time!!!!

[The fans roar as Marley is sent at close range face first right into
he cage .....  BAAAANG!!!! Doc quickly picks the widowmaker captain up
in a kneebreaker position... then just runs at the cage and spikes his
kneecap into the cage wall.  Then drops him crotch first on the top
rope, and starts stomping the bad knee into the cage wall as he is
straddling the ropes.]

FH: Here comes Manson!!!!!  This is going to be messy!

[Manson sets up a distracted Holliday for the Heart Punch ...  Doc
counters with a big windup thumb to the windpipe with that taped thumb
(the Samoan Spike).  Manson who wasn't expecting it stumbles back
gasping and Holliday springboards ..... KICK TO THE SIDE OF MANSON'S
HEAD!!!!!]




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CL: THE FANS ARE ON THEIR FEET!!! HOLLIDAY IS LEADING HIS TEAM
BACK!!!! CRAVEN IS UP!!!! CRAVEN IS LOOKING AROUND!!! CRAVEN IS
PISSED!!!!  WRIGHT CHARGES .... DOUBLE CHOKE .... HE LIFTS!!!!!







"____THUUUUUNNNNNNDDDDEEEEERRRROOOOUUUUSSSSS THUUUUUUUUUUUD____"





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FH: What is going on?????

CL: THE FANS ARE GOING WILD!!!

[Manson charges and tackles Craven back into the cage .... Craven
turns and the two big men are testing for strength.  Holliday now
stands over Wright now .... He looks up and the fans are just going
balls to the walls crazy.  He turns but Marley with a casting call
superkick out of nowhere ...]


"___ECHHHHOOOOOINNNNG THHHWAAAAAP___"


CL: Marley may have just saved Wright .... WAIT MARLEY TURNS AROUND
... TOMMY RYDER !!!!!!!!





[ROOOARRRRING POP!!!!!}





[Ryder leaped off the ropes from the far left ring onto Marley who
turned around and tasted a missile dropkick right to the chops!!!!
Feyr now charges into the ropes and turned Ryder _inside_ out with a
mammoth clothesline.  He turns and Mercenary who was slumped into the
corner came firing out SPEAAAARRRRING HIM off his feet and to the
ground!!!!!]

FH: FEYR .... OH DAMN!

CL: BIG MERC HASN'T QUIT YET!!!!!  Masterson is charging but Sinister
used his body ... what's left of it to toss in-front of the charging
Widowmaker and like a head on collision between two semi's the two men
crash down to the mat!!!!!  Look at the carnage!!!!   Craven and
Manson are just trading MASSIVE rights!!!!  Sinister and Masterson are
down ... Mercenary has Feyr against the cage ...  Ryder slowing
getting up, but MARLEY WITH A LOW BLOW!!!



[BOOOOOOOOOOOOO!]




FH: That'll teach ya!

CL: Marley stumbles up but HOLLLLIDAYYYYYYY Canyon Runner ....
SHORTARM COBRA NECKBREAKER OUT OF NOWHERE!!!!!!!!!!




[MASSIVE POP!!!!!}





[Holliday now the only one untouched ... He grabs Wright who is face
down, Doc picks up the legs, and crosses them as if going for a
Crossed-Leg Boston Crab.  He then kneels down on the knocked out
Wright from the Thunder Melter  back and applies an anklelock to the
'straight' leg ...]

CL: CACTUS APPLE CLUTCH!!! DOC RARELY USES THIS MOVE BUT WRIGHT
APPEARS OUT OF IT.  HE ISN'T EVEN STRUGGLING!!! THAT MASSIVE
THUNDERMELTER ADDED WITH THIS MOVE HAS DONE IT!!!!

FH: What HELL NO!!
















[THHHHUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNDDDDDDEEEEEERRRRROOOOOUUUUUSSSSSSSSSS

POOOOOOOOOOPING OVATION!!!!!!]

















CL: OFFICIALS ARE OPENING THE CAGE!!!!  THEY ARE DELCARING NICK WRIGHT
_unconscious_!!!!

FH: HE IS MOVING LOOK!

[A close up shows that in all reality _no_ he is not moving!!!!
Manson just turns the first official _inside_ out with a short-arm
lariat from behind.  He turns and Mercenary throws bombs!!!!!]

CL: Widowmakers aren't quitting!

FH: They shouldn't!! This isn't over!!!!  Feyr smashes Holliday with a
boot to the chaps and breaks the hold.  BREAK HIM!

[SIIIINNNNNIIIISTEEEEERRRRRR  charges tackling Feyr into the cage
shaking the whole damn cage with the impact!  Marley is up though and
from behind kicks that knee of Sinister and he crumbles down again in
pain!!!!]

CL: That bastard Marley is up now and he isn't happy.  He begins
stomping like crazy on Sinister's leg as he howls out in pain with
each kick!

[Masterson now joins in the fray ...  Craven has rolled out of the
entrance of the cage and grabbed his wooden sword!!!]





[HUUUUUGE POP!!!!]






FH: What is he doing oh crap no!!!!

[Craven charges in and swings wildly ... Marley drops to the ground
and rolls out of the entrance!]



"___CRAAAAAAACK_____"







[MASSIVE HELL YEAH POP!!!!}






CL: DOWN WENT FEYR!!!!!!





"___CRAAAAAAACK_____"






[ANOTHER HELL YEAH POP!!!!!]







FH: THIS IS INSANE!!!!! THAT DAMN WEAPON SHOULD BE BANNED!!!!!  I AM
GOING TO START A PETITION!!!!

CL: DOWN GOES MASTERSON!!!!

[Marley grabs Manson and yanks his partner out as the other three men
are laid out in the ring as the rest of officials rush in to contain
things.]

CL: Holliday .... Craven .... Ryder .... Sinister .... and Mercenary
have won WAR GAMES!!!!  They have gotten their revenge!

FH: Don't count on it Lester.  This was never about winning for the
Widowmakers.  It was about further showing their power and control.
They may have came out on the short end tonight but it took five of
PVW's best to stand together to do it.  How often will all five of
these be together and around each other to control the Widowmakers?

[All five of the Widowmakers are not out of the cage.  Masterson has
Wright up.  He glares towards the ring as a mix of dry and fresh blood
coat his face.  Manson points to the ring ready to charge it at a
moments of notice.  Feyr holds the back of his head breathing hard but
the look across his face tells the story.  Finally Marley screaming
"IT'S FAR FROM OVER BILL!!!!!" has he backs up the aisle way.]

CL: How can we follow this match folks!!!!  I don't know but we do
have one left.



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FH: These fans are down right disrespectful.  Rick Marley and the
Widowmakers fault hard and were flat out robbed at the end.  For them
to say that Rick Marley sucks is not only disrespectful but a
downright shame!

CL: The look on Marley's face says it all Fred.  He isn't happy and
eventually Craven and Marley are going to have to tie up and settle
this once and for all.  However tonight Holliday ... Ryder ...
Sinister ... Mercenary ... and William Craven won the _war_!

FH: Lester the war is far from over.

CL: I am getting word we need to go to the back as they
begin to get this cage down and the ring cleared.

FH: Anything to get away from this chant.

V/O: Some dream for a shot ...

[Clips of superstars like Tommy Ryder, Gavin Cassel, Joshua Curtis,
Dark Soul, Danny Daniels, Tom Landis, Made Men, and Jokers Wild are on
rapid fire duty... ]

V/O: Some dream for gold ...

[Gibson Hayes is seen holding up two title belts high in the air...
Larry Gionet stands frosting at the mouth... Justin Cruise returns for
years of retirement to grab the belt he never held... Randy Acorn
stands with a smug look across his face.  Marcus Manson stands
menacing.]

V/O: Some dream of a legacy ...

[Doc Holliday firing off left jabs ... Rick Marley with his band of
Widowmakers behind him.  Chase Williams holding up the PVW Heavyweight
Championship.  Rob Cole laughing! ]

V/O: They fight every day to be one of the lucky few to accomplish
their dreams ... But for the majority ... They are no strangers to -

SHATTERED DREAMS!!!


PVW - Shattered Dreams
May 2009

[Cut to the SSN dedicated locker room. Christopher Michaelson is
standing up in the center of the room. The rest of the gang are spread
around the locker room except The Gutch. After a few seconds the sexy
four hundred and ten pound beast comes strolling past the camera only
wrapped in a towel EEEKS! Michaelson glares at the members of the
Powers that Be for a long moment as a look of complete frustration is
upon his face.]

MICHAELSON: Damn it Gutch! Just cause you and Livestock were the only
two to get their jobs done tonight doesn't mean we want fat ass!
Powers that Be? You call yourselves the Powers that Be? Gomez, you
allowed a man ... a worthless man who  spit upon the Powers that Be to
win. You were supposed to finish off what you started and instead he
wins! I don't think I remember Geddings ever winning before! And to
make  matters worse I'm sure SSN is going to facing a lawsuit since
you assaulted a fan!

[Michaleson paces for a few moments fuming as he does so. Pursing his
lips, Gutch cocks an eyebrow, and nods, thoughtfully.]

Gutch: You, uh, sound kinda like my wife, Rosa, God bless her soul...
She ain't dead, but she thinks she will die if I don't say that at
least a few times a day.

[Glare from the assembled PTB.]

Gutch: Yeah ... I'm-a get my stuff.

[Gutch exits, stage left. Livestock can be seen, stepping into the
scene in a deep red bathrobe behind Michaelson, drinking a Red Bull
(PRODUCT PLACEMENT!).]

MICHAELSON: And Randy ... Randy Acorn you were the hand selected
chosen one! The man who was supposed to WORLD CHAMPION! But instead
Rob Cole or Chase Williams will be holding the World Title ... the
mentally unstable Rob Cole or egotisical Chase Williams will be the
face of the SSN's PVW!

[Michaelson just glares at everyone in the room as he stands there in
silence for a moment.]

MICHAELSON: The Willingham's made one power play and now we are back
on our heels?

Livestock: Hey Chris, you know there was an actor with your name?
Looks like Doogie Howser and starred in that Scary Movie series of
films.

[Instant, GREATER fury from Michaelson.]

MICHAELSON: What did you say!?

Livestock: Uh, your hair looks nice?

[Another sip of Red Bull, and Livestock glances sideways at the wall.
His red beard bristling with some sort of scheming (or possibly gas)
Zeke stands from his seat on the locker room bench and steps towards
Michaelson with a very conciliatory air about him.]

Zeke: Oh Chris ... Chris, Chris, CHRIS such drama. Honestly, things
aren't all that bad. We've got a new up-and-comer in our camp, and
young Mr. Cassel is a very eager beaver. Also ... other things...

[Utter confusion mars the face of Michaelson as the door opens a crack
and ... JESSICA MARSHALL ENTERS THE LOCKER ROOM!  "HOLY CRAP!" pop
from the fans in the arena.]

Zeke: Oh, my, what a surprise... And what brings a ravishing young
lady such as yourself into our own little corner of heaven? Say,
Livestock, could I have a sip of that Red Bull?

[Checking out Marshall, Livestock doesn't miss a beat.]

Livestock: For a dollar.

[With that, 'Stock waggles his sculpted blond eyebrows in the
direction of Ms. Marshall.]

MICHAELSON: I apologize Miss but this is a private locker room. You
aren't supposed to be back here. I am sure if you await outside when
we are done one of these gentlemen would be glad to accompany you.

MARSHALL: Well thank you for the offer, Christopher, but I'm going to
have to turn you down.  Everyone in here needs to pay particular
attention to what I'm about to say.  Mr. Strickland has made the call,
gentlemen.  SSN is in serious need of change.

[Reappearing from stage left, Gutch hands Zeke his own Red Bull (they
paid a pretty penny for this PPV ad, didn't they?]

Zeke: Yes, yes, change is good. [Sip.] Ah, sweet nectar of the gods.

[From the cracked door, a voice, very pissed off from the sound of it,
can be heard.]

"You really think you're gonna stop me, jackass? Why don't you get the
hell outta the way before I flatten you!"

[All eyes turn to the door, that swings open violently, reverberating
back until an unusually large hand stops it. And in steps a man every
wrestling fan recognizes instantly. And how can you miss him?

Seven feet tall.

Three hundred and forty five pounds.

Black leather jacket.

Mirrored sunglasses.

Evil smirk.

The Last American Badass...]

Zeke: Ah, Alex Martinez, what's it been? Like nine years? Oh, you
probably don't recognize me since I'm not wearing a potato sack and
spouting nothing but bible verse. Here, I'll help you...

[With practiced ease, Zeke has his neckbrace out of his briefcase and
around his neck in about 2 seconds flat.]

Zeke: Mike Justice gave me this, you might recall. It's like a baby's
blanket now. Wow, big A-Mart from the E! Welcome to the P ... that's
what we call PVW now, you know.

Gutch: No we don't! Do we?

Zeke: YES! So ... what brings YOU to our neck of the woods?

MARSHALL: In a nutshell Mr. Craven, we're here because your neck of
the woods is close to being torn down.  This isn't a visit to exchange
pleasantries, it's to shake things up and maybe just maybe salvage the
mess you've all made.  Perhaps you know of my reputation?  Of just
what havoc I can wreak?

And he [points to Martinez]... well, he can explain why he's here.

MARTINEZ: I'm here for one reason, and one reason only. 'Cuz "the P"
needs me. And because I'm bein' paid a whole lotta money to kick some
ass.

I'm here because they say this is the place to be. And with Alex
Martinez here, well, that's finally true.

I'm here 'cuz I want to be here. And if you think you can stop me?
Well... bigger and better than you have tried.

Now...

[Martinez smirks.]

MARTINEZ: How 'bout a Red Bull?

Its free, ain't it?

[We cut back to the two rings.  The cage has been taken down.  There
are blood stains inside the ring.]

CL: I am _stunned_ Fred.  My jaw is hitting the floor.

FH: Well say something Lester.  I am speachless!

CL: Alex F'N Martinez!?!?!

FH: With SSN?

CL: Jessica Marshall!?!?!

FH: With SSN?

CL: HOLY CRAP!

FH: Things as we once knew it will never be the same.

CL: The sad part is we don't have time to really figure it out right
now.  We still have _ONE_ match to go!

FH: I don't know how we can possibly call a match after _that_ but...
Alex F'N Martinez ....

CL: World Title Fred!

FH: Okay .. Okay ..

[We cut to a view of the broadcast table, where Chip Lester and Fred
Hoyle are breaking it down.  The fans behind them are animated,
cheering loudly (it's a camera!  I'M ON TV!  YAAAAAAAY!).]

CL: The PVW World Title Tournament has all come down to this, Fred.
Rob Cole and Chase Williams.  Two of the originals here in PVW.  They
have come down the line, each passed two massive obstacles, and they
are now here in the second of our two Main Events.  Someone walks out
the first-ever World Heavyweight Champion of our company.

FH: And considering what these two men will do to get that honor,
considering what it means to them, and considering that we are on the
most epic of stages?  The other man might not walk out at all.
Because that is what it might take to win the title.

CL: Rob Cole has undergone a marked psychological... I really don't
want to say a _change_... but certainly a metamorphosis.  He has used
tactics that have been quite uncharacteristic of him, and may be more
unpredictable than ever.  Chase Williams has been in an unfamiliar
role, as the fans have taken to his side in his struggles with SSN.
Both of them are men on a mission.  It all comes to a head right now.

FH: And even I'm not going to pick a winner.  Either one of these guys
is going to do whatever it takes.  The majority of the tournament
field was made up of guys who could have been here, so you know that
the guys who made it are championship-level. But they ain't gonna cut
the belt in half.

CL: We have called on a special guest analyst for tonight's title
match.  A man to give a third-party perspective on this matchup.

FH: What?  Waitaminute... why didn't anyone tell me about this?

TEMB: Because you owe me money, and SSN was hoping that I would
slaughter you on camera.  Gratuitous bloodshed is good for ratings.

FH: AAAAAH!

[The camera view expands to show the chair on Fred's right, which is
now inhabited by a very bizarre sight.  It's a man in a black blazer,
with aqua highlight striping running down the front, and an aqua
colored tie.  He is wearing a featureless black mask, one of those
mesh numbers that doesn't have eyeholes.  His voice is deep, gravelly,
and vaguely threatening.

According to the chryon, this is The Evil Masked Broadcaster.]

CL: The Evil Masked Broadcaster, a longtime analyst in the business,
welcome to Phoenix Valley Wrestling.

FH: WHERE THE...  HOW THE... HE JUST FREAKING _APPEARED_!

TEMB: Yes, it was necessary for me to test my Matter-Transference
Satellite, which I will soon use to remove large quantities of bedrock
from underneath Washington DC, Paris, Tokyo, London, and Toledo,
causing them all to collapse inward in a pile of firey rubble.  In
Toledo's case, this would actually be an improvement.  But enough of
my diabolical plans for world domination!  I have come here to witness
a murder. Possibly also to commit one.  Depending on whether Hoyle has
my money.

FH: ...three-man booths are too crowded, can I go backstage and...

CL: No.  TEMB, what is your assessment of Cole versus Williams.

TEMB: Aahhh, a fine assemblage of evil.  Though the witless sheep in
the audience have bleated for Chase Williams lately, let us not
presume that he has changed from the ruthless, evil man who held the
predecessor to the World Title, the PVW Title, with an iron fist.  He
committed vile acts of treachery in the pursuit of the championship,
and became more and more despicable each passing day that he wore it
about his waist.  Truly, he was a champion to be proud of.  And let us
not forget Rob Cole, who once tore out a man's kidneys and watched him
die for his own general amusement.

FH: WHAT?

TEMB: He told me so himself.  Ahhh, for the days of old when a man
could just decapitate his enemies in the streets and be done with
them.  Then laws were invented, and that was really the ruination of
society.  Rob Cole understands this.  He recognizes no limits to what
he must do to win.  Rules, regulations, and respect for the lives of
his fellow man... these things have no place in the empty pit where
Rob Cole's heart would be if he had one.  That is why he is here, and
so many others are not.  Truly, no matter who wins, we can expect evil
to prevail here this evening.  MUHAHAHA!

CL: And the match?

TEMB: I predict that Cole will prove to be the greater of the two
evils, and will thus win the championship over Chase Williams' dead
body.  Literally.  It is one thing to be driven; it is quite another
to be willing to drive a dagger into another man's heart, twisting
until the sanguine fluids spill forth and the...

FH: STOP!  I just had a bagel after that last match, I don't want to
see it again.

CL: Alright, the work crew has finished removing the cage and
preparing the ring area.  Herk Douglas is ready to get this thing
started, for the first-ever World Heavyweight Championship here in
Phoenix Valley Wrestling!

[We've killed enough time for the last of the debris from War Games to
be cleared out.  The rings are now ready for the final match, and Herk
Douglas is there with the call.]

HD: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THIS IS OUR SECOND MAIN EVENT OF THE
EVENING!  AND IT IS THE FINALS OF THE PHOENIX VALLEY WRESTLING WORLD
HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP TOURNAMENT!  THERE IS NO TIME LIMIT, ONE FALL
TO A FINISH!


[This draws a big crowd pop, which turns to boos as "Rumatahatta" by
Sepultura hits the PA system. Out steps the Outcast.  The long dark
hair hangs in wet tangles around his face and head, he is dressed in a
pair of loose fitting black pants with a silver barbed wire trim
design up along the sides.  Red and black boots, taped fists, and a
sleeveless teeshirt finishes out Cole's attire. The camera zooms in on
the face of the legend and it's covered in scars from past battles. He
walks slowly down to the ring.]


CL: Rob Cole has been on a tear for well over a year.  He recently won
a prestigious award for the 2008 Wrestler Of The Year from the Just
The Facts SquareTable, and has been a central figure in everything PVW
for a long time.  Tonight, he gets the opportunity that he has worked
for all this time, and you know that he is feeling the pressure.

TEMB: Indeed.  Well more than a year of his life has been focused on
getting to this match.  Think of that.  It is a significant percentage
of the days of his life; and if he fails, that part of his life is
wasted.  What dark depths do you think he shall descend to in order to
prevent that catastrophie?

FH: He's already answered that question.  What he did against the
Spectre, what he did in the battle royal qualifier, what he did in
this tournament... he'll do anything to win this match.

[Cole steps onto the ring apron and turns to survey the crowd.  The
fans give the wrestling icon the thumbs down as he just glares at the
disrespect, and turns to step into the center of the ring.  As he
does, "Rumhatta" dies out... replaced with a familiar opening.]

PA: ##Oh, fuck it all!##

[The relentless, skin shedding guitar riff that leads into Five Finger
Death Punches "White Knuckles" explodes over the PA system. All heads
turn toward the curtain.]

##Sick of being sick and tired, sick of understanding
Tired of feeling sick to my stomach
Demons inside command me##

[The pop is eardrum shattering in magnitude, as the curtain is ripped
aside and Chase Williams strides onto the entrance ramp. The usual
unshakeable confidence is present as he looks smugly over the mass of
cheering people.  Chase has long blonde hair, blue eyes, and a
chiseled physique. His attire consists of black and silver MMA-style
shorts with "CONCEITED BASTARD"
printed on the back, black tape on his fists, and silver and black
boots.]

##They're saying crush it, break it, smash it
Fuckin' kill 'em all!
Laugh as it falls away
I won't dodge another silver bullet
Just to save a little face##

[Williams ignores the fans around him, focusing solely on Cole in the
ring who is returning his glare.  As Chase arrogantly walks the aisle,
pointing and jawing at Cole, the announce team continues.]

CL: Chase Williams was the dominant player in the first phase of PVW's
existance. While we were a regional promotion, fans in the Southwest
got to know the "Conceited Bastard" as a vicious individual who would
do whatever it took to stay on top.  And stay on top he did.  But now
he is no longer the champion.  Does this make him hungrier?  Or more
insecure?

FH: Both.  Chase's whole identity was that title.  He lived it and
breathed it.  And he's suffocating without it.  He walks with swagger,
but he's not feeling that swagger the way he used to.  He feels nude
without the championship.  And it has made him a desperate man.

TEMB: Desperate men do desperate things.  Surely, there is some
terrible plot lurking inside the mind of Chase Williams.  A plot to
destroy his enemy and reclaim his throne.  Hopefully involving copious
bloodshed and gratuitous violence.

[Williams arrives at ringside as his music plays on.]

##I wanna torch it, burn it, scorch it, fuckin' stomp it out
Laugh as it blows away
I won't eat another rotten apple
Though I've grown to like the taste##

[Chase's eyes never leave those of Cole as he climbs the ringsteps and
steps over the ropes. He walks to the center of the ring, daring Rob
Cole to meet him... and Cole is more than happy to oblige.]

CL: STAREDOWN IN CENTER RING!  Williams and Cole are in each other's
face!

##I want you to know, I want you to see
I want you to look beyond your own eyes
Past your afflictions
I want you to hurt, want you to bleed
I want you to look beyond your own face
Past your infections##

[The two men stand face to face, nose to umm.. chin?  No words, the
ice cold expressions on each mans face would shatter a lesser man into
a million pieces.  They tell the story, before the ref finally forces
them apart as the music dies. The crowd is on their feet, creating the
big-match atmosphere as each man takes their corner.  Herk Douglas
starts with the old-style introductions.]



*DING*


HD: INTRODUCING FIRST, TO MY LEFT...

        ...FROM HUDSON VALLEY, NEW YORK...
                ...WEIGHING TWO HUNDRED EIGHTY-EIGHT POUNDS...

                        ...R O B     C O L E  !  !


[The fans boo Cole mercilessly.  Cole is entirely unmoved by this; his
focus is wholly on Williams and the task at hand.]


HD: AND HIS OPPONENT...

        ...FROM BEVERLY HILLS, CALIFORNIA...
                ...WEIGHING TWO HUNDRED NINETY-SEVEN POUNDS...

                        ..."C O N C E I T E D   B A S T A R D"    C H
                        A S E    W I L L I A M S  !  !


[The fans cheer Williams, more loudly than he has ever been cheered
before. wholly unused to the reaction, Chase becomes notably more
excited, shaking his fists and raring to get the fight started.

A man in a nice suit enters the ring with a purple drapery under his
arm.  He steps to the center of the ring, and removes the drapery from
the object that it was concealing... the brand spanking new Phoenix
Valley Wrestling World Heavyweight Championship.

Referee Max Kelly holds the belt aloft to the approval of the fans.
Flashbulbs pop for the unveiling.  The new title possesses a large
golden plate with silver lining.  Into the plate is etched a sunrise
over a desert valley; a large yellow topaz represents the sun, and
small rubies and diamonds dot the landscape like rocks.  A single
eagle is etched into the sky, standing out from the gold as it is
embossed in silver.  The words PHOENIX VALLEY WRESTLING stand out in
platinum lettering upon a black strip at the very top of the plate...
the words WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP
are featured in similar manner at the very bottom.  The side plates of
the belt are embossed with the flags of several major countries... the
US, Canada, Mexico, Japan, the UK, Germany, China, and Australia.]

FH: WOW.

CL: They spared no expense on that masterpiece.

TEMB: I bet you could crush an orbital bone with a shot from that
thing.

CL: The most beautiful title belt I've ever seen, and THAT'S your
reaction?

TEMB: You could also fracture a skull by driving someone head-first
into it.

CL: ...

[Kelly waves Cole and Williams towards center ring for instructions.
He shows both men the title belt, and both men completely lose their
focus on one another.  As jaded as both veterans are, they're in awe
of the belt.

Cole reaches out first, and puts his hand on the faceplate, touching
the surface of it.  Chase reacts poorly to this, reaching out and
gripping the belt by the strap.  Cole responds in kind, grabbing the
other strap.  Max Kelly tries to pull the belt from both of them, but
this is useless.  It quickly degenerates into a tug-of-war.]

CL: Both men obsessed with that title belt!  Max Kelly can't get the
belt out of their hands!

FH: Cole with the boot to the midsection... and another one!  He's got
the belt, Chip!

TEMB: And now we test my theory!  MUHAHAHA!

CL: NO!

[The crowd screams as Cole, having procured the belt with two swift
kicks to the ribs of Chase, winds it up and throws his body into
Chase, trying to smash his face in with the championship belt.  But
Williams is not taken unaware... he ducks, and sends Cole head-over-
heels with a back body drop that the Monster was completely unprepared
for!  Cole almost lands on his head, and the title belt goes flying
from his grasp!  The SSN official who presented it quickly pulls it
out of the ring, and Kelly calls for the opening bell to the cheers of
the crowd!]


___________    ____       ________________________________________
___  __ \_ |  / /_ |     / /
__  /_/ /_ | / /__ | /| / /      World Heavyweight Championship
_  ____/__ |/ / __ |/ |/ /        Chase Williams v. Rob Cole
/_/     _____/  ____/|____________________________________________



*DING*DING*DING*


CL: COLE TRIED TO TAKE A CHEAP SHOT BEFORE THE BELL, BUT WILLIAMS WAS
READY!  ROB COLE UP, AND WILLIAMS UNLOADING!

FH: Wow, did that backfire!  Chase is pounding away!  Right, lefts,
and chops!  Cole is stunned!

TEMB: The adrenaline surge that the feeble masses are providing
Williams is
undeniable.  He has never felt this from them... so long as he
remembers that they are not to be pandered to, it may prove to be an
advantage.

CL: Cole fires back, but he's shaken, and a big haymaker misses by a
mile!  Chase scoops Cole off the miss... HUGE ATOMIC DROP!  Cole
staggering, and Chase rearing back!

[Williams rears back, his right fist dropping down to mid-thigh behind
him. When Cole turns back to face him, he uncorks it, launching his
fist in a massive overhead arc to catch Cole square in the forehead
with an audible THUD.  The fans go crazy as the force of the blow not
only drops Cole, but sends him skidding all the way out of the ring!]

CL: WHAT A SHOT!

FH: A lesser man would be unconscious!  Chase Williams took every
ounce of
frustration and anger at having his title taken away, and just planted
it all on Rob Cole's forehead!

TEMB: I believe that he is in error, Hoyle.  He is being goaded by the
sheep to expend too much energy!  If he unleashes all of his venom at
once, he will not be able to sustain this.  And I do not believe that
Rob Cole can be defeated quickly.

CL: Good point, but I don't think Chase is making that error right
now.  He's not chasing Cole to the floor.

FH: I don't know about that decision.  How do you not press this
advantage?

TEMB: The worst place to face a dragon is in his lair.  As much as I
enjoy the utter chaos and potential dismemberment of a good outside-
the-ring riot, I must concur that Chase Williams is behaving shrewdly.
This match does not have a time limit.
He can wait.

FH: Giving Rob Cole time to recover is never, EVER a good thing.

CL: We will see how that plays out, as Cole gets to his feet, and
walks it off outside the ring.  These men are veterans, and not going
to rush anything here.

FH: Rob Cole heading back up the ring steps here...

[Cole gets to the apron, and thrusts an angry finger in Chase's
direction.  The "Conceited Bastard advances on Cole's position... in
response, the Monster Under The Bed quickly retreats back down the
steps!  The fans viciously boo Cole's stalling. Cole turns to the
crowd, and incites them further with some choice invectives, while
Chase rolls his eyes and shakes his head.]

CL: Stalling tactics by Rob Cole.  That is NOT like him.

TEMB: I believe he wishes to test Chase Williams' mindset.  If
Williams rushes him in a bloodthirsty rage, seeking to rend his sinew
from his bone and sacrifice his organs to the dark gods below, then he
knows that Chase is overanxious and can be forced into mistakes.  If
Williams lays back, biding his time until an opportunity arises for a
sudden arterial strike that empties his pulmonary system and bathes
the Vegas Strip in crimson lifejuices, then he knows that Chase is
remaining level-headed and can thus be overpowered by a bile-filled
offensive designed to grind his skeletal structure into powder whilst
he yet lives, causing unimaginable agony.

FH: Someone may also try for a pin at some juncture there.

TEMB: Perhaps, though really, what's the point?  Murder is just as
good, and there is no rematch clause to concern yourself with.

CL: Rob Cole back up on the apron, breaking the count again.  Chase is
giving him plenty of space this time, inviting Cole into the ring.
Cole arguing with  Max Kelly about something... CHASE ATTACKS!  COLE
CAUGHT OFF-GUARD!

[The fans boos turn to cheers, as Williams grabs Cole by the head,
punches him in the face, and reaches over the ropes to scoop his enemy
up.]

FH: BIG BODYSLAM IN THE CENTER OF THE RING!  He scooped Cole right
over the top rope and planted him!

CL: And Williams putting the boots to him!  Stomping away in a frenzy
as Cole tries to stand!

FH: Cole gets up... short clothesline levels him!  And back to
stomping away!

TEMB: It is as if Rob Cole had been lit ablaze, and Chase williams
wished to put him out with his foot!  Hrmm... someone hand me some
lighter fluid!

FH: GET YOUR HANDS OUT OF MY TRAVEL BAG!

CL: Another short clothesline dropping Cole, and Chase back to
stomping!  He's pounding on Cole like a piston, and Cole rolling for
the ropes!

[Rob Cole grabs the bottom rope, and drags himself to a seated
position.  Chase switches from stomps to knees... grabbing the top
rope with two hands and yanking on it, pulling himself into each knee
smash.  Each attack makes a loud STUM- THUMP noise as Chase's 297
pounds drives into Cole and the canvas.  The fans love it.]

TEMB: Brutal!  The knee is arguably the most effective strike-point of
the body!  And Cole cannot sustain this abuse for long!  The human
head can only  sustain 615 pounds per square inch of pressure before
it explodes into a sickly brownish-red goo!

FH: How would you... never mind.

CL: Cole finally falls through the ropes and out of the ring, and this
time Chase is... no, referee Max Kelly holding him back!  But Chase
shoves him away!

FH: No referee is going to have the nuts to decide THIS match by
disqualification unless it's something ridiculous.

CL: Williams sure seems to be counting on that, as he is out to the
floor now!  Big uppercut staggering Rob Cole, who has executed zero
offense in this match so far!  A horrible start for Cole!

TEMB: Indeed, he seems to be much more passive than normal.  Whatever
his plan is, it had better be evil.  Else, his gamble will cost him a
dear price in both blood and gold.

CL: Chase with a big chop, and firing Cole back into the ring.  Chase
Williams is too smart to keep the fight with Cole on the outside.  He
has full confidence that he will win the match if it is kept inside
the ring.

FH: He IS a Conceited Bastard, after all.  And you can just see how
the way this match is going is feeding his ego.  He's taking his sweet
time in there.

CL: Too much time, as Cole meets him coming in with a double-axehandle
blow as Williams re-enters the ring!  The first solid hit by the
Monster Under The Bed, and Chase fell right onto his hands and knees.
Cole kicking Chase in the ribs, and the fans letting him know what
they think of him!

TEMB: I did not think it possible, but the dimwitted zombie horde
seems to have unnerved Rob Cole!

[Cole turns and screams at the very loud crowd, spurring them further.
He plugs his ears as he kicks Chase again.]

CL: Rob Cole has grown very, very unbalanced these last few months.
One has to wonder if the pressure has gotten to him in this match!

FH: Cole?  That WOULD be uncharacteristic.

CL: Cole straightens up Chase with a combination of punches.  Now he
sends him to the ropes... reversal of the Irish-Whip by Williams!
Williams charges... AND A BIG LARIAT SENDS COLE UP AND OVER THE TOP
ROPE TO THE FLOOR AGAIN!  The crowd is loving every minute of it!

TEMB: And Cole lands badly on the ankle!  The right ankle of Cole
twisted as he fell!

[We get a closeup of Cole clutching at his right boot.  He twists away
from the camera, snarling "GET OUT OF MY FACE!"]

FH: Either there is something physically wrong with Rob Cole, or he's
got some strategy in mind and I have no clue what it is.  He's moving
at half-speed, letting the crowd under his skin, and is just taking an
ass-kicking in there.

TEMB: Chase Williams' body language has changed over the course of
this.  He has gone from the strong, decisive movements of a would-be
killer to the preening movements of a self-assured glory hound.  Which
is how he normally moves.

FH: I see what you mean.  Chip, I think Chase is feeling a little TOO
good about this right now.

CL: One more time, Rob Cole taking a hike around the outside of the
ring.  He's got a bit of a limp, and the crowd is hot about the way he
has been stalling Chase Williams for these first several minutes.

FH: Well, here comes Chase again...

[Chase Williams runs to the far ropes, rushes the side of the ring
along which Rob Cole is walking, and slides underneath the bottom
rope.  Cole blocks, but Chase fakes him out by sliding behind him
rather than attempting a baseball slide. Williams attempts to fire off
another big uppercut, but this time Cole blocks it, and delivers a
quick thrust chop to Chase Williams' forehead!]

CL: Ooooh.  Thrust chop by Cole, and Williams goes down!

TEMB: He went down like a shot!  THERE IS SOMETHING IN COLE'S HAND!
MUHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!

FH: Is there?  I can't tell!

CL: Rob Cole clutching at his injured ankle, and now back over to
Chase Williams. Cole rolling Chase back into the ring... you may be
right, TEMB!  Chase is awfully hurt for just one thrust chop like
that... and is he bleeding?

[Rob Cole rolls into the ring, gets up...




                *SMACK*



...and is blasted to the mat by a big right hand from a suddenly angry
Chase Williams... who indeed has a small rivulet of blood coming down
from above his left eye.  The crowd erupts as Cole drops with a
genuine look of shock in his eyes!]

CL: WHATEVER IT WAS THAT COLE DID, WILLIAMS IS INCENSED!

FH: Most people don't take well to getting busted open!  That is a
VERY small cut, but to a "Conceited Bastard", ANY mar on his face is
going to make him mad!

TEMB: I suspect we are seeing Rob Cole's strategy in action.

[Chase Williams continues to stalk Rob Cole in the corner as the
Monster drops to both knees, begging off.  The crowd begins to chant:]


Crowd: "Cooooowwwwarrrrrd!   Cooooooowwwwwaaarrrrd!"


CL: And these fans are making themselves heard!

TEMB: Witless bleating.  Pay it no mind.

[Cole holds his ears, backing up into the corner as Max Kelly steps
between him and the former champion.]

CL: I don't believe I'm saying this... but Rob Cole might just be a
coward! He's backing away from Chase Williams, unable to mount any
sort of real offense throughout the early going of this match.

FH: He's been taking the Outcast from pillar to post!

[As the referee keeps trying to stop Chase, Cole reaches into his boot
and draws something out.  The fans boo loudly as he quickly rises...
and JAMS his fist down across the top of Williams' skull!  The big man
drops back, clutching at his head as the referee spins on Cole!]

CL: What... WHAT WAS THAT?  He DID have a weapon!  It was in the boot,
he must have gotten the first time when he was clutching his ankle!

FH: It looked like some sort of spike!

TEMB: BLADED WEAPON FOR THE WIN!  MUHAHAHAHA!

[Cole pushes past the referee and keeps his back to him, standing
behind Chase and pulling him up by the chin... he drives that shiv
down again!  And again!  And again!  Still holding the chinlock, he
stuffs it down his pants and turns to face the referee... hand open.
The fans suddenly quiet, as they are in shock.]

FH: Whatever it is, the referee didn't see it... he only sees Coles'
open hand!

TEMB: A master manipulation by Cole, keeping his body in between the
guileless official and the stabbing.  The only thing he did wrong was
to target the thick bony area of the skull instead of the soft fleshy
area of the Adam's apple!

CL: THAT'S SICK!  CHASE WILLIAMS IS BLEEDING!

FH: Yeah, that tends to happen when you get stabbed.

CL: Chase is already bleeding, and just like that... the momentum of
his match has completely switched! Cole drives an elbow down across
that open wound!  Another elbow!  Oh god... OH GOD!  HE'S BITING IT!
Ripping at the wound with his bare teeth, Rob Cole is forcing the
blood to flow more rapidly and you can hear Chase Williams screaming
now!

[Cole relinquishes the bite at the count of four, and looks around at
the fans... who once again pick the volume back up.  Having absorbed
what has just transpired, the assembled crowd begins to boo Cole with
a vengeance!  This time, Cole seems quite pleased at the reaction.]

FH: Well, so much for a coward.  Rob Cole looks pretty damn smart to
me.

TEMB: He did sustain quite a beating, though.  His gamble hasn't paid
off yet.

[Cole drags Williams to his feet, shoots him across the ring with
blood dripping from his mouth... he snatches Williams on the rebound
and whirls him around.]

CL: TILT-A-WHIRL BACKBREAKER!  AND HE BITES HIM AGAIN!

FH: It's like watching a vampire feed!

TEMB: YES!  DRINK UP HIS VITAL FLUIDS AND ABSORB HIS POWER FOR YOUR
OWN, LEAVING HIM A WITHERED DECAYING HUSK AND CLAIMING HIS SOUL FOR
YOUR OWN!  MUHAHAHAHAHAAAA!

FH: Okay, bad reference.

CL: Cole again breaking at the count of five, and wrenches Chase
Williams to his feet... He hits the ropes and... DRIVES A REVELATIONS
ELBOW TO THE SKULL OF CHASE WILLIAMS?!

[The crowd boos as Cole steals one of Chase's trademark moves, the
rolling elbow shot.  But although the Outcast connects with it, Cole
stumbles on the end of the spin, and clutches his right ankle.]

FH: Uh, oh!  Looks like Cole wasn't feigning the ankle injury when he
got that spike!

TEMB: Which is a risk of storing a metal spike in your boot.  If he
landed poorly on it, it may have ground against the ankle bone, or
even stabbed into him!

CL: He definitely twisted it planting for that Revelations, but he
still nailed Williams with it.  The Outcast is now in control, and he
stands up, picks up the three-hundred pound Williams, and plants him
with a bodyslam!  And look out below!

FH: Cole hopping up to the second turnbuckle!  MEASURES HIM WITH A
KNEEDROP TO THE CUT!  He dropped right down on his forehead!

CL: You won't see much less finesse from a turnbuckle move than that,
but it was absolutely effective as Rob Cole has a clear plan here.  He
is attacking the cut that he opened up on Chase Williams.  These fans
are voicing their displeasure with this development, as Cole backs up
into the ropes...

[Cole waits as Chase gets to his knees, and delivers a straightforward
running kick to Chase's head as he does.  The stiff blow hits with
authority, sending the "Conceited Bastard" down in a heap.]

TEMB: Technique is overrated.  Kicking a man's face in is always a
good maneuver.

FH: Cole dropping an elbow on Williams, and now... another reverse
chinlock!  And you know why he's doing THIS, TEMB!

TEMB: Absolutely!  This hold can squeeze the blood through a cut in
the forehead!  Rob Cole knows this is going to take some time, if he's
trying to bleed Chase Williams out.  And the longer this match goes,
the closer Chase Williams comes to losing.  A gash of this nature is a
time limit, and it behooves Cole to conserve energy and wear out his
unfortunate prey.  The time will come when Chase Williams can no
longer continue.

CL: And it's sick!  He used a metal spike, for crying out loud!  What
place does THAT have in a wrestling ring?

TEMB: Right now?  Its place is in Cole's trunks, waiting to be used
again!
MUHAHAHAAAA!

[Chase starts fighting back against the chinlock, and the capacity
crowd gets behind him, stomping and cheering him on!  He gets to his
knees... then one knee... and finally to his feet as the crowd noise
builds for his revival!]

CL: Williams is drawing energy from the fans!

FH: More like drawing energy from his ego.

CL: If the fans feed his ego, the effect is the same!  And an elbow to
the ribs shakes Cole!  Another one!  AND COLE RAKES THE CUT TO BREAK
THE HOLD!

[The fans pop, as this doesn't seem to stop Chase's comeback... it
just makes him angry, as he no-sells the rake with a wide-eyed glare
that takes Cole aback!]

TEMB: The fury in his soul is raising Chase Williams to a killing
frenzy!

CL: AND HE UNLEASHES IT!  Big right hand!  Another!  Cole fires back!
The two men exchanging blows!

[The crowd cheers as both men go toe-to-toe in center ring, each one
trying to impose his will upon the other!]

CL: Right hand by Cole! Williams answers with one of his own!  Cole!
Williams! Cole!  Williams!  Chase gains a slight advantage, and he's
backing Cole into the corner!  ANother shot by Chase, this one is
unanswered!  And another!








[SSSTTTIIIIIIIIFFFFAAAHHHH! POP!]




TEMB: A VICIOUS ELBOW!  MUHAHA!

FH: What an elbow by Chase Williams! I think I heard Cole's nose
shatter all the way over here!

[But it seems to have woken up the Monster Under The Bed, who
surprises Chase by ferociously reversing positions, and begins
powering forearms into Chase's forehead!]

CL: What a vicious elbow by Williams, but all it seemed to do is make
Cole mad!  The Outcast is just bouncing his forearm off Chase's skull!

TEMB: He is attacking the cut with single-minded fury, attempting to
expose his bare skull to the view of all!

[Cole backs away and lets Chase stumble out of the corner. He drives a
boot into the former champions gut, and pulls him into a standing
headscissors.  Williams drops to one knee and drives a fist into
Cole's happy place!  The fans roar approval, even though it was a
dirty tactic, at the turnabout.]

CL: AND CHASE WILLIAMS GOES TO THE GUTTER!

FH: Looked to me like he went to the testicles.

[As a stunned Cole finds his knees, Chase clinches his hands behind
Coles head and pulls him forward, driving a knee square into his face
with terminal velocity!]







[Oh [Beep!] Pop!]



FH: IF COLE'S NOSE WASN'T BROKEN BEFORE, IT IS NOW!

CL: LOOK AT THAT!

[The closeup reveals the truth... a small red blotch from the nostril
area and a suddenly flattened nose!]

TEMB: MUHAHAHAHAHAAA!  __EVIL__!

CL: CHASE WILLIAMS BROKE ROB COLE'S NOSE!  Chase is LIVID!  And Cole
is dazed!  Williams hammers Cole, and scoops him up...
SHOULDERBREAKER!  SHOULDERBREAKER BY CHASE!

TEMB: And Williams making the first steps towards his Endgame.
Wherein he rips the arm from his screaming victim, leaving naught but
a gaping hole through which the remnant of his life's essence shall
spill into the night. MUHAHA!

FH: It's a rolling armbar.

TEMB: My description is better.

CL: Chase winding up that arm of Cole, and he's got a stepover armbar
on the Outcast.

[Chase is straddling a kneeling Cole, wrenching back on his left arm.
He has one hand on Cole's shoulder, pushing him down while he is
barring the arm, trying to hyperextend the elbow and dislocate the
shoulder.]

FH: Chase broke Cole's nose, and he was smart to go right after the
arm!  We've seen Cole snap after taking punishment like that...
remember his matches with the Spectre!  But right away, he went into
the wrestling, not giving Rob Cole a chance to do that!

CL: Plus, I don't think Chase Williams can win this matchup by
brawling.  He can hurt Cole, bloody Cole, and even injure Cole that
way, but I don't think he can BEAT him that way!  He CAN win this
matchup by wrestling.  In fact, I'll go ahead and outright say that if
Chase can turn what has been a fight into a wrestling match, he WILL
beat Cole!

TEMB: I would also point out that Williams has dominated the stand-up
fights, while Cole has been effective in thought-out strategy.  It
would be foolish to make any such statement... aside from the obvious.
The more evil man shall win.

CL: Cole finally out from underneath Williams.  Chase having to
transition from a stepover armbar to a normal one as both men are on
their feet... headbutt by Cole! Another!  Another!  Aiming right for
the cut!

TEMB: Cole is coating his own head in the blood of his enemy, but he
is now free!

[The third headbutt jars Cole's arm loose from Chase Williams grasp.
Cole wastes no time in transitioning over, using his free right arm to
hook under Chase's left arm, turning in front of him, and planting him
with a crisp hip toss!  Upon so doing, he starts shaking his left arm,
the pain obvious in his face.]

FH: Well, he's got Chase down, but he's losing time because of the
hurt arm.  Chase is getting up pretty quickly.

CL: Williams to his feet, and a big right hand by Cole meets him.
Williams
staggering backwards, and Cole following him.  Shoulderblock by Cole
knocks Chase to the ropes.  And... oh, for Pete's sake!

[As Chase slumps into the ropes, Cole grabs him in a side headlock...
and rubs his forehead and eyes down the top rope with a nasty
ropeburn!  The fans boo this dirty trick.]

TEMB: Those ropes are coated with plastic tape, which has a very rough
surface! This is like sandpapering Chase Williams' head!  MUHAHA!

FH: Rob is focusing almost exclusively on that cut!  He wants to make
Chase Williams bleed so badly that he either passes out, or is so weak
with blood loss that beating him will be simple!

CL: The strategy is sound, but the road he took to make it happen...
reprehensible. The Outcast shoots Chase Williams to the ropes.
Williams comes off... AND COLE CLOTHESLINES HIS _FACE_!

TEMB: Potato soup, anyone?  MUHAHAHA!

FH: No kidding!  A normal clothesline hits the neck or chest; that one
was just mean!  He clubbed Williams across the face, no doubt
retaliating for his broken nose!  And don't forget THAT, either!  Cole
has to be in a LOT of pain!

CL: One thing I noticed as Cole rushed him... he's not moving well!
Remember how he landed on his ankle earlier?  That is hindering his
movement!  Elbowdrop by Cole, and he's... good grief, DIGGING his
elbow into the cut!

TEMB: I'm sure he'd prefer to dig into the cut with a spade, but one
must make do.

FH: Now Cole's going to the side headlock.  Chase was trying to get up
and away, but this'll corral him... and squeeze the blood out of the
cut again. Simple holds like the headlock and chinlock become real,
real dangerous in a situation like this, Chip.

[Cole pulls Chase to his feet with the side headlock and begins to
grind his fist against that open wound again!  He pounds it quick in
succession and raises it high for the jeering fans... then shakes the
blood off of his fist.]

TEMB: It is also leaving the wound wide open for any number of devious
tactics.  And from the way he is now turning his body away from Max
Kelly and reaching into his trunks, I believe I know which devious
tactic he will use next!

CL: Oh no... turning his body, blocking the referee from seeing... Rob
Cole grabs that spike out of his pants again!  AND NOW DRIVING IT IN
THE OPEN WOUND OF CHASE WILLIAMS!  THIS IS RIDICULOUS!

TEMB: THIS IS _EVIL_!  MUHAHAHAHAAA!

[The fans go nuts, as we get a closeup of Cole jabbing Chase in the
forehead with the spike, then pulling it back behind him as Max Kelly
comes around.]

FH: Jabbing it in and out so quick... he's forcing the blood to come
pouring out, soaking the eyes of Chase Williams!  Cole is looking to
rob his opponent of sight! The salt in that blood is going to sting
and Chase is going to have to fight the blood loss and the tears and
... and I don't know what else to say!  This is sick!

TEMB: I stand with the "this is evil" observation.  Truly a thing of
beauty.

CL: How can ANYONE find this beautiful?  This is a travesty, that our
first-ever World Championship, something we're trying to make the most
prestigious wrestling championship in the sport... is being decided by
a STABBING!

TEMB: In my eyes, a title that drives men to such acts defines
prestige.

[Cole shoves the spike back in his pants and shakes the blood free
form his hand again before releasing a dazed Chase Williams from his
grasp!  The big man staggers to his feet... and staggers to his knees.
But immediately, he summons a reserve of energy, and spins into his
trademark Revelation elbow! But Cole easily ducks and scoops Williams
legs out from beneath him!]

FH: Chase Williams is definitely groggy now!  That Revelations attempt
was too slow!

CL: Single leg takedown and Cole is to his feet... And he drops an
elbow across that skull!  A second elbow!  And a third... Rob Cole is
punishing Chase Williams now! He yanks the former champion up and
drives him back down with a headbutt to that wound!  Another!  and
another!  Dear lord!

FH: I imagine that this is getting a little hard to watch for some
people.

CL: Cole soaking in the disapproval of these fans... and helps
Williams to his feet again! And drives him back again with the Russian
Leg Sweep!

[Cole ascends the turnbuckle, smiling viciously... he suddenly points
down at one of the rowdy fans, and the referee rushes over to keep the
fan in line.  The Outcast uses the distraction to pull that spike out
of his pants!  He quickly hides it, the tip of the spike jutting out
barely between the fingers of his right hand, with his forearm
concealing the majority of the object from Kelly's sight as he quickly
returns to the action.]

FH: Here he goes again!

TEMB: A spike from the second turnbuckle?  This is what you call going
for the kill! LITERALLY!

CL: Oh good god... NO!

[MASSIVE HEEL POP!]

CL: FISTDROP OFF THE SECOND TURNBUCKLE!  He DRIVES the spike down
across the skull of Chase Williams!  Good god... no!  Cole stuffs that
damn spike back into his pants, and rises to his feet... the crowd is
hating this!

FH: THe good news for Chase Williams, is that in order to conceal that
from Max Kelly, he had to keep the spike in his fist!  He couldn't
really drive it in there, just kinda jabbed it in.  Otherwise, he
would have been spotted.

TEMB: Yes, impaling your opponent through the skull IS a bit difficult
to miss. Even for Kelly.

[Rob Cole, now exceedingly confident of victory, marches imperiously
towards the ropes and steps through them.  He pauses for a moment on
the apron to mock the booing fans, then turns to face his prone
rival.]

FH: Cole heads out to the apron... this is NOT a typical move for him!
I don't get it, why would you take a high risk when you've got things
in hand?!

[Another big mixed pop, as Cole launches himself over the top rope...



        *TTTHTHTHHHHHUUUUUUUMMMMMPPPP!*



... and Cole lands, HARD, with his back across the skull of Chase
Williams!  The big man clutches his wounded head and rolls on the mat
as Cole clutches his back...  the human skull is an awful thing to
land back-first on.]

CL: SLINGSHOT ROLLING SENTON!  RIGHT TO THE FACE!

TEMB: MUHAHAHAHAHAAAA!  What an EVIL thing to do!

FH: I don't agree with the risk, but it paid off... AND MAYBE FOR THE
TITLE!  HE'S GOT THE COVER!




ONE!









TWO!









THR... NO!


[Cheers from the fans, as Chase Williams is still alive.]


CL: NEAR FALL, BUT CHASE WILLIAMS KICKS OUT!


FH: And you can see that Cole is totally unconcerned.  He's got it in
the bag if he just fights a conservative match and lets Chase bleed.

TEMB: In other words, the man who did the most evil things is
rewarded, while the man who tried to win it on his own merits is
punished.  Now that is a microcosm of life in general.

CL: That's the sickest thing I've ever heard!

FH: Chip, I worked with this guy for years.  That doesn't even make
the top thirty.

CL: Ugh!  Cole with another side headlock.  A simple move, killing
time, controlling Chase, keeping him from fighting back.

FH: A lot of fans don't like holds like this, Chip, but this is the
meat and potatoes of wrestling.  Controlling the match.  Physically
controlling your opponent, wearing him down, conserving your energy,
and setting up for what you want to do to win the match.

TEMB: Such as, for example, stabbing him repeatedly in the head with
an
inch-and-a-half metal spike.

FH: Absolutely.

CL: I don't believe you two!  In any case, Chase Williams is fighting
his way to his feet!  Once again, the crowd spurring him on!  Chase
backing Cole up into the corner, and Max Kelly looking for a clean
break from Cole.

TEMB: I'd say that Kelly must not have been paying attention earlier
in the match, but he has let Cole stab Williams at least seven times,
so that goes without saying.

CL: Cole with a heavy clubbing forearm as he releases the hold, and
backs Chase up into the corner.  Irish-whip into the far
turnbuckles... and COLE FOLLOWS HIM IN WITH A HARD FOREARM TO THE
HEAD!

FH: Williams had nowhere to go... he got sandwiched and his head
snapped back!

CL: And it looks like we're going to get a repeat performance!  Cole
sending Chase back across the ring, following in... BOOT TO THE
MIDSECTION STOPS HIM!  Chase Williams caught Cole unawares and knocked
the wind out of him!

TEMB: Cole was moving too slowly!  He has not been quick on his feet
ever since that early fall!

FH: The Outcast coming back in, winds up... Chase catches his arm, and
goes behind him with a hammerlock.  I don't think that's going to help
him much at this point...

[Not so fast, my friend... as a certain college football announcer
might say.  Chase locks a hammerlock on Cole, and a forearm shot to
the back of the head gets Cole's head down.  With one arm keeping the
hammerlock pinned down, the Conceited Bastard grabs a handful of hair
with the other hand.  He spins Cole, ducks him down... and after
twisting him all the way once around his body, rams him through the
top and second ropes directly into the ringpost to an explosion of
cheers from the crowd!]

CL: DID YOU SEE THAT?!  CHASE WILLIAMS SENT ROB COLE SHOULDER-FIRST TO
THE RINGPOST! COLE'S LEFT SHOULDER HIT THE STEEL!

TEMB: EVIL!  And now we may be in for a war of escalation!  Can Chase
Williams reach down deep... into the gutter... to do what must be
done?!

[Chase rolls under the bottom rope to the floor, and moves quickly to
the corner where Cole is currently backing out from the post.  He
reaches in, grabs Cole's ankles, pulls him down...]

FH: AND CHASE SPIKED THAT LEFT ANKLE OF COLE INTO THE RINGPOST!  HE
MUST HAVE NOTICED THE INJURY!

CL: COLE'S EYES JUST BUGGED OUT OF HIS HEAD!  HE IS HURT!  And not in
one, but TWO areas!  His left shoulder and left ankle are both injured
to some extent, and that is very, very bad news!

TEMB: Indeed it is!  Cole has already been hampered all match from
landing poorly on his ankle in the early stages... now that Williams
is spending effort working on the area, he may become more than merely
hampered!  Plus, the left shoulder spells trouble.  And trouble is
spelled E-N-D-G-A-M-E in this match.

CL: Williams back in, and a quick elbow to the shoulder.  Chase cranks
that arm... winds it up with a big, deliberate armwringer... and snaps
Cole in with a short clothesline!

TEMB: Being sure to retain the hold on the arm, of course.

FH:  And down does three hundred pounds with a legdrop to the
shoulder... and now a short-arm scissors!  The chain wrestling can
break down a limb in a hurry.  And he'll have to hurry!  He's not
gonna magically stop bleeding any time soon.

TEMB: Indeed.  The sands of time tick away in the form of dripping
blood.  How long can Chase Williams sustain his strength and energy?
Surely, he shall have to call upon the undying forces of evil,
expending his very soul in exchange for the dark powers necessary
to...

CL: WHAT?!

TEMB: ...he's going to have to gut it out!  DO YOU NEED A TRANSLATOR?

FH: Cole managed to get himself into a seated position.  The
armscissors loses a lot if the victim can get above his attacker's
center of gravity!  Chase transitioning and trying to use his legs to
drag Cole down... Cole gets a punch off with his free hand on the cut!
Another one!  BUT CHASE BRINGS HIM DOWN!

CL: The Conceited Bastard now going to the overhand wristlock!  This
hold will let him use his superior strength to keep Cole pressed down
to the mat, or to lift him, or position him how he wishes.  The crowd
on edge... they know exactly what Chase is doing.

TEMB: Even the braindead simpering imbeciles who comprise the human
race can understand this.

CL: Williams has been all over the left arm and shoulder of Cole, no
doubt setting him up for the Endgame! That rolling armbar might be the
most vicious finisher in our sport at the moment.  Guys can resist all
they want, but once its locked in, people either tap or get their arm
broken.

FH: Just ask Larry Gionet. He's a tough son of a bitch, but that
semifinal match is just further proof that that move spells the end!

[Williams pulls Cole to his feet with the overhand wristlock... as he
does, Cole starts to power his way free.]

TEMB: Rob Cole is choosing an unwise path.  EVen if he succeeds in
using pure force to escape this hold, that strains his own shoulder
even more!

FH: Well, it's that or just quit.

TEMB: Or use his free arm to reach into Williams' throat and rip out
his windpipe. That is an excellent scientific counter.

CL: WHAT?!

TEMB: Anatomical study is a science.

[Cole gets his arm more or less straightened, but as TEMB forecast,
this only serves to cause him more pain as Williams twists the arm
into an armwringer, and again.  He drives a fist into Cole's shoulder
while holding the wrist and forces him to one knee.  Still holding the
arm, he knee's Cole in the kidneys, and it only takes two shots to
force Cole onto his stomach.  With blinding speed, Chase locks in a
crossface, further punishing the arm and shoulder as Cole yells out in
pain.]

CL: Chase is punishing Cole right now, but Rob is too close to the
ropes!

[The ref begins his five count but Chase just laughs in his face!]

FH: And after everything that Max Kelly has missed in this match with
the spike, you KNOW Chase has about zero respect for his ability to
enforce the rules right about now.  Plus, you think Kelly's gonna pull
the trigger on a disqualification in the Main Event of our most
important show ever?

TEMB: Perhaps HE will reach in and pull his opponent's windpipe out.
Do you know, it's been almost two weeks since I've seen a good throat-
ripping.

CL: WHAT?

TEMB: The Republican Party leadership does not deal with failure
especially well. MUHAHA!

FH: Uh, you're really gonna get us in trouble with the boss, you know.

[Chase finally lets go with a sneer, but begins bombarding Cole with
sharp elbows to the back of the head!]

FH: Well, at least he broke the hold.  And maybe Cole's shoulder.

[Williams laughs to himself as he wipes blood from his eyes and looks
at his handiwork.  Cole rolls onto his back, cradling his left
shoulder with his right hand, his face registering immense pain.]

CL: Chase has certainly outwrestled Cole as far as technical wrestling
is concerned, but he's going to have to pick up the pace.

TEMB: I agree.  Taking Cole's spike away from him and stabbing him in
the shoulder would be an excellent start.

FH: He'd do it in a heartbeat if he knew exactly where it was.

[Chase picks up Cole, wrings the arm again... and drops him straight
south with a singlearm DDT, impacting the shoulder.  He floats over
the back, putting Cole in a hammerlock, and this time continuing to
spin up near the head with a version of a front facelock.]

CL: Chase has a hammerlock with his left arm and a facelock with his
right arm. Really, he's using the arm around the head as leverage to
yank on Cole's arm.  Not many guys wrestle like this anymore.

FH: Because we're in the TV age where idiots think they're a failure
if they don't go out every match and do eighteen flips off the top
rope and hit seven high-impact moves every minute.  It's not a
coincidence that a guy who can really wrestle is in the title match.

CL: Nothing Rob Cole has done tonight bears any resemblance to
wrestling.

TEMB: It's also not a coincidence that a man evil enough to stab his
opponent repeatedly in the middle of the ring is in the title match.

[Cole has fought back to his feet as the announcers speak, and manages
to use his free arm to fireman's carry Chase off of the facelock (Chip
must have jinxed him with the no-wrestling comment).  Chase doggedly
keeps hold of his arm, though, and pulls Cole back down to the mat
with it.  Williams maneuvers himself behind Cole, trying to re-
establish the hammerlock.  As he does, Cole reaches behind with his
free arm.  As Chase applies the hammerlock, he swicthes his grip into
a much more effective maneuver to the approval of the crowd...]

CL: CROSSFACE CHICKENWING!  THIS IS A SERIOUS SUBMISSION THREAT!

FH: Cole can't take THIS for long... and he won't have to!


[HUGE HEEL POP!]


CL: THE SPIKE!  COLE HIT HIM WITH THE SPIKE _AGAIN_!

TEMB: He didn't have time to set it point-first and stab him, but
whacking a man in the face with a piece of steel is still an effective
counter.

[Rob Cole starts to shove the spike back into his pants.  This time,
Max Kelly sees him... he demands to check Cole's pants!  The fans
erupt, as they've gotten really tired of this tactic.]

CL: Finally!  Rob Cole is about to get caught....

FH: I don't know... he's denying anything.  The referee is well within
his rights, though!  And this WOULD draw a DQ, regardless of the
situation!

[Cole finally throws his hands up, raising them behind his head...
"Check!  Go ahead!  Check it!"  The referee pulls Cole's pants out and
checks, feeling the boots!   Chase Williams pulls himself off of the
mat... and Cole rushes forward, slamming his right hand against the
skull!]

CL: It was in his hand!  He was holding the spike in his hand while
the referee checked his pants... How much longer is this going to keep
happening?!  Another shot with the spike sends Chase back to the mat
in that corner!

FH: Cole is playing a dangerous game with that spike!  Stuffing it
back in his pants as the referee checks on Williams in the corner,
helping the former champ  to his feet as he checks that wound... could
he stop the match due to excessive bleeding?! What's Nevada's policy
on that?!

TEMB: The state of Nevada has no such policy enforcing mandatory
stoppage due to excessive bleeding.  That would interfere with certain
"family businesses" in Las Vegas.  Wink, wink.

CL: It's not mandatory, but it IS an option!  If Max Kelly considers
Chase Williams unable to continue due to bleeding... that's not the
case right now, as Kelly is backing off.  Cole backs up and rushes...
IN WITH THE CORNER SPLASH!  Here comes the shoulder to the midsection!
Another!

[Cole pulls Chase off his feet and sits him up on the turnbuckle.  He
follows after, staring down at one of the fans he quirks a sadistic
smile... and hauls Williams up!]

FH: SUPERPLEX COMING!

CL: He's holding him!  He's just holding him upside down, letting all
that blood pool to the head!

FH: It's not exactly pooling, though... he's spilling it out of that
open wound! AND HERE HE COMES! TIIIIMMMMMBER!







CL: AND BOTH MEN ARE DOWN!  Cole lifted with the right arm, but coming
down with the superplex is naturally going to jar his left shoulder as
well!

TEMB: It is a war of attrition!  There is not much Cole can do that
isn't going to jar his shoulder or ankle!  And there is nothing
Williams can do, INCLUDING nothing at all, to keep from bleeding!

FH: But Cole is up first!

[Rob Cole pulls off his blood-soaked shirt... tossing it to the side
as he reveals his scarred up torso.  He sees Chase Williams getting to
his feet, a little unsteady from the loss of blood as crimson just
continues to pour from that deep gash above his eye!]

CL: This battle has been back and forth... but Cole has been using
that spike to get an advantage, chopping away at the former champion!

FH: More like stabbing away at him... draining him dry, biting at that
wound, gouging at it... and then just hitting him there over and over
and over again! That's his whole gameplan.

[Cole lurches forward and hooks the chancery... and DRIVES Chase
Williams to the mat with a DDT!  The fans hate it, but Cole just seems
to feed off their hate.]

TEMB: And driving the head to the mat is just as effective!  Williams
cannot possibly last much longer.  Though if he sells his immortal
soul, it could supply him with unholy power from beyond the grave.
That is always an option.

CL: Probably not a good one.

[Cole pulls Chase to a seated position, not even bothering with a
pin... he gouges the middle finger from either hand into the wound,
and begins to pull them apart! The fans boo vehemently!]

TEMB: MUHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!  __EVIL__!

CL: LOOK AT THAT!  THE CROWD IS HORRIFIED AS THE REFEREE TRIES TO DRAG
COLE OFF WILLIAMS!

FH: Oh god... even I'm going to be sick!

CL: And Cole is right back with an elbow!  Another elbow!  And
another!  He yanks a screaming Chase to his feet again... COBRA
CLUTCH!

[Cole wrenches one way... then the next... then back again!  He yanks
back and drops to the mat... wrapping his legs for a body scissor as
the big man holds onearm up to keep in the match.  Cole wrenches his
body on the mat, almost trying to wrench off Williams' head as he
screams in the big man's ear!  He laughs and laughs and laughs...]

FH: Will Rob Cole make the Conceited Bastard tap out?!

CL: There's no way; he's too proud.  But he may make him PASS out!
This may be Cole's endgame, if you get the meaning!  Williams is
fading!

TEMB: Surely the seeping sanguinary slash is sapping the self-
sustaining stamina supplying his strength significant to his struggle
to substantiate his supereminence by successfully securing superiority
in this showdown!

FH: ...that made my brain meats hurt.

[Meanwhile, Chase has managed to pull himself over to the side, and is
crawling for the ropes.  Cole is no longer laughing... in fact, he
himself seems to be in pain now as Williams is making progress.  The
fans are again clapping and stomping and cheering him on!]

CL: And the standing-room-only crowd is again energizing Chase
Williams!  He's not used to it, but he is making use of it!  The
adrenaline is keeping him alive in there!

TEMB: Also of note, now that he's pulling Cole, Cole's shoulder and
arm troubles come into play.  How hard can he crank on this hold with
an injured arm?!  Even a Monster needs to be able to swing his claws
if he wishes to eviscerate his prey!

FH: HE'S GOT THE ROPES!  But what are the cahnces that Cole is going
to break the hold?  Slim to none, and Cole probably stabbed Slim
before he came out here.

[Indeed, Cole is happily returning the favor to Chase by refusing to
break.
However, Chase is using the ropes to pull himself out of the ring.  He
gets his legs down onto the floor, and drops... slipping right out of
Cole's grasp!  The fans cheer his escape!]

CL: Cole couldn't hold it!  His weakened arm, along with all that
blood... no way Cole could keep a grip on him!

FH: Rob Cole must follow up.  I know he is the one who can afford to
be patient, but with everything on the line, and Chase darn near
unconscious... he's got to seal the deal!

CL: Cole folows him out!  Rob Cole knows as well as Fred Hoyle does,
what he must do.  He picks up Chase... going to drive his head to the
barricade... BLOCKED!

[The fans cheer as Chase plants his hands on the guard-rail, and
elbows Cole right in the broken nose!  Cole yelps and staggers
backwards!

TEMB: MUHAHA!  Cole's broken nose!  We had almost forgotten about
that!

CL: Rob Cole has paid a dear physical price as well in this match...
Chase with the Irish-whip.. no... GOOD GRIEF!





TEMB: MUHAHAHAHAHAAAA!


[Chase had backed Cole up to the ringpost, and started to Irish-Whip
him to the barricade.  Cole attempted to reverse, but Chase kept
spinning him... and ended up swinging Cole by his arm straight into
the ringpost behind him!  The crowd explodes for that one!]

FH: THE LEFT SHOULDER HIT THE POST!  COLE IS SCREAMING IN PAIN!

CL: I don't know how EITHER of these men are going at this point!
Chase Williams picks up Cole and rolls him in... he knows he can't win
it out there!

FH: Cole up to his feet immediately, catches Chase coming in... but
the elbowdrop misses!

TEMB: He rushed the attack, and used his left arm!  The pressure
caused an
incalculable error as Rob Cole has driven all two-hundred ninety
pounds onto his badly injured arm and shoulder!

CL: The fans have created a hot environment, and all the pressure in
the world is on both of these men!  Rob Cole showing signs of cracking
right there, and Chase Williams taking advantage!  Wrapping Cole's
left arm around his leg with a... I guess it's like a spinning toehold
on the arm, but what would you call that?

FH: Extremely painful.

CL: And Williams... DROPS TO HIS KNEES!  Cole shrieking as that may
have dislocated his shoulder right there!

TEMB: Chase Williams is starting to wobble.  He can wait no longer...
now is the time!  Cole's arm is as softened as it is going to get!

FH: Williams wiping the blood from his eyes... he's GOT to know he
doesn't have much time left!

CL: How can he even see!?! All the blood... Its like a crime scene.

FH: Both these men claimed that you'd have to kill them to get the job
done, and now they're proving it.

[Williams whips a rising Cole into the corner... he hits the buckles
hard and Chase follows him in, crushing the air further from his lungs
with a jarring lariat. Cole stumbles out of the corner and gets rocked
with a big boot to the side of the head. Cole takes a knee, and
Williams eyes light
up as he hits the ropes!]

CL: Shining Wizard!

[No! Cole ducks the knee and doubles Chase over with a sharp boot to
the stomach and grabs him by the head, looking to snap him skull first
into the mat with a DDT!  But Williams is not caught unawares... the
crowd pops for a clever counter!]

FH: Williams grabbed the middle rope and Cole just slammed himself
into the mat!

TEMB: All the blood on Chase Williams is now making it difficult for
Cole to keep ahold of him!  We saw it with the cobra clutch earlier,
and now again!

CL: Williams yanks a stunned Cole up by the hair and hook an arm
behind his leg! You know what this is!

[Chase sets Cole up... bellows his defiance at the top of his lungs...
and then sweeps his legs out from under him and spikes him into the
mat with a nasty STO!


*_____TTTTTHHHHHUUUUUDDDDD!_____*


The crowd reacts for the signature move, which absolutely flattens Rob
Cole!]

FH: PRICE OF FAME OUT OF NOWHERE!  THIS COULD BE IT!

[Chase kneels with one knee on Cole's right shoulder, sits back on his
chest, and flexes for the crowd.  They love it.]

CL: Williams sitting on Cole with an arrogant cover!



ONE!









TWO!




CL: Shoulder up by Cole, that kind of pin couldn't... WAIT!  CHASE
GRABBING THE ARM... __ENDGAME__!

[The crowd EXPLODES as Chase Williams snatches the arm which Cole so
helpfully lifted, and twists straight into his rolling armbar,
flipping Cole completely over until he lands with a PLOP!]

TEMB: That wasn't merely an arrogant cover... he did that SPECIFICALLY
to set Cole up for the Endgame!  It's why he only put weight on the
good shoulder!

FH: BRILLIANT!

CL: But Cole is too close to the ropes!  And that's the drawback to
the rolling armbar... sometimes you can't predict exactly where the
man will land!  Rob Cole has the bottom rope scissored with both legs!

FH: Chances of Chase Williams breaking the hold before he breaks
Cole's arm: zero.

[And Cole knows it.  He's screaming in pain, but as Chase did before
him, is using the bottom rope to pull himself out of the ring.  He
manages to get his feet down on the concrete... and goes ishing in his
pants again once his lower body is out of Max Kelly's field of
vision!]

TEMB: Not only does the hold lose much of it's power with Cole
standing, but he has his favorite toy in hand again!

CL: NOT THIS AGAIN!

[And to the boos of the fans, the Outcast uses his free hand to jab
Chase in the leg with the spike, breaking Endgame in a hurry.]

CL: WHAT THE... THE MATCH HAS GONE A HALF HOUR!  AND STILL, ROB COLE
KEEPS GETTING AWAY WITH USING THAT SPIKE!

TEMB: The best seventy-five cents he's ever spent in his life, Lester.
MUHAHAHAAAA!

[A irate Chase Williams wheels his legs away from Cole, and lunges at
him... only to be snatched in a headlock as he reaches through the
ropes!  The fans howl as Cole jabs him in the head three quick times
before he can pull away!]

CL: The referee is in no position to see this horror show going down
as Rob Cole continues to jab that spike down across the open wound of
Chase Williams!  Over and over again!  He's probably chipping away at
bone at this point!

TEMB: He won't allow the blood to congeal.  The more Chase fights, the
more the blood will flow!  MUHAHA!

[As Williams recoils into the ring, Max Kelly drops down to check on
his wound. Cole quickly re-enters the ring, and RAMS the spike against
a turnbuckle!]

CL: What the... what the hell is he DOING?

FH: Using his environment.

[It takes some doing, but Cole rips the turnbuckle padding, tearing it
free with a shower of foam!  The crowd is in stunned horror as he
grabs Chase Williams and rushes him into the corner, SLAMMING his
skull against the exposed turnbuckle with a loud CLANG!]

CL: A VICIOUS TURNBUCKLE SMASH, RIGHT INTO THE EXPOSED STEEL!   The
big man's legs just give out beneath him... the ring is covered in his
blood and Rob Cole still isn't finished, trying to haul Chase Williams
up again!

FH: He hauls the former champ over one shoulder... SNAKE EYES!  HE
DROPPED HIM HEAD-FIRST INTO THE STEEL!

TEMB: Williams managed to get his hands down and partially blocked it,
or he would surely be unconscious!  And even so, that may well be
enough to defeat him!

[Cole stares down at Chase Williams as the big man just slumps to the
mat... lifting the spike to his face, Cole licks at the blood and
laughs maniacally!  He tosses the spike... finally... and begins to
ascend the turnbuckles!]

CL: COLE FINALLY DITCHES THAT SPIKE!  Thank God!

TEMB: Please don't bring Him into it!  Horrible things happen!

CL: Rob Cole standing on top of the turnbuckles... both bloody fists
raised high! It's happened before and it's about to happen again!
__WORLD'S UGLIEST FROG SPLASH__!








FH: HE MISSED!  HE MISSED!  WILLIAMS MOVED!


[The fans go bananas as Chase Williams rolls away, leaving Rob Cole to
hit nothing but canvas!]

TEMB: I TOLD YOU THAT WOULD HAPPEN, LESTER!  STOP INVOKING DEITIES!

CL: BOTH MEN DOWN!  WHAT A WAR!  AND THESE FANS ARE DRAINED!

FH: Seriously... first War Games and now this?  It's been almost an
hour and a half on two matches, and I think we've seen just about
everything!

CL: Chase Williams and Rob Cole are getting up!  They are standing
and...





TEMB: ...and that is what happens when you lose too much blood.


[MASSIVE HEEL POP!]


CL: CHASE COLLAPSED!  NO!  AFTER ALL OF THAT, DON'T TELL ME THAT HE IS
GOING TO LOSE BECAUSE COLE USED A METAL SPIKE FOR THIRTY MINUTES AND
THE REFEREE NEVER SAW IT!

TEMB: You mean the referee whose salary is paid by SSN?  Perish the
thought.

CL: I... no, Max Kelly is NOT that kind of referee!  Rob Cole's
experience let him pull the wool over his eyes, and now he's going to
cheat his way to our World Title! Cole moving over to Chase... picking
him up... DOUBLE UNDERHOOK!

FH: OUTCAST POWERBOMB COMING UP!

CL: AND LISTEN TO THIS! The crowd trying to rouse Chase Williams!

[The fans start a chant: "CHASE!  CHASE!  CHASE!  CHASE!".  Cole
hesitates, looking arround in aggrivation.  He bellows back in
defiance at the fans... and lifts Williams for the finish!]

CL: LOOK AT THAT!


[INSANE POP!]


FH: I DON'T BELIEVE IT!  CHASE WILLIAMS COUNTERS...

[With one last burst of life, Chase forces his right arm free as Cole
lifts, easily wrenching loose from Cole's injured left arm.  He falls
back behind Cole, with his left arm still hooked by Cole's right.  He
spins Cole around by that arm, and pummels him in the ribcage with a
knee!  That doubles Cole over... into  easy position for Chase to grab
Cole's arm...]

FH: ...INTO THE __ENDGAME__!

[...and this time, he flips him into the center of the ring to the
roar of the fans!]

TEMB: THERE IS NO WAY OUT!  COLE MUST SUBMIT OR LOSE HIS ARM... OR
HOLD OUT UNTIL CHASE WILLIAMS PASSES OUT FROM BLOODLOSS!

CL: THE FANS ARE SCREAMING, AND SO IS ROB COLE!

FH: AND SO IS CHASE WILLIAMS!  HE'S ON HIS FINAL RESERVE, AND HE KNOWS
IT!

CL: I believe the crowd gave Chase Williams this last adrenaline rush!
He passed out, or very nearly passed out, after Cole missed the
World's Ugliest Frog Splash! He is absolutely at the end of his
energy, as he has lost more blood than... perhaps anyone I have ever
seen in a wrestling match!  But Rob Cole... GOOD GRIEF!  HIS ARM MAY
BE BROKEN NOW!  LISTEN TO HIM SCREAM!



Cole: NNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!



TEMB: Only the power of evil is keeping him from submitting!

FH: CHASE'S LIMBS ARE SHAKING!  He is shaking like a leaf!  But he
refuses... absolutely refuses to give in!  And these fans are driving
his adrenaline! But Cole... Cole is twitching!  His arm... it HAS to
be broken!

CL: MAX KELLY IS CALLING FOR THE BELL!  HE IS STOPPING IT!  HE IS
STOPPING THE MATCH!





[The fans go wild, as Chase Williams finally lets go.  He flops over
weakly to his stomach, as Rob Cole just holds his limp left arm and
howls in agony.]

CL: THIS NIGHT... FIRST WAR GAMES AND NOW THIS... HAS BEEN THE MOST
BARBARIC I HAVE EVER SEEN!  BUT WE HAVE A NEW HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!
CHASE WILLIAMS WON IT DESPITE ALL ODDS!

FH: ROB COLE NEVER SUBMITTED!  HOW CAN YOU STOP IT ON A SUBMISSION
HOLD WITH THESE STAKES?!

CL: HIS CAREER WAS IN JEOPARDY!

FH: SO WAS WILLIAMS'!  First Gionet and now Cole... How can this
continue to happen!?!?

[Chase crawls over to the apron, where Max Kelly is conferring with
the SSN agent and Herk Douglas.  The PVW World Heavyeight Championship
Belt has been set down on the apron by the agent, and with his very
last ounce of strength, Chase grabs it.]

CL: This is unbelievable... let's get the official word!





HD: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN... THE TIME OF THE MATCH: THIRTY-NINE
MINUTEs, ELEVEN SECONDS... REFEREE MAX KELLY HAS STOPPED THE MATCH...

        ... DUE TO __EXCESSIVE BLEEDING__...


CL: NO!  NO!  YOU ARE KIDDING ME!

[Immediately, the fans know what has transpired, and the cheers turn
to boos. Garbage and debris hits the ring.  Chase Williams, shaking
like a leaf, looks up in horror as the SSN agent sent down earlier
takes the title belt from his bloody hands.  Lacking even the strength
to stop that, Chase finally passes out.]


HD: ... THE WINNER OF THE MATCH...

                ... AND __NEW__ PHOENIX VALLEY WRESTLING HEAVYWEIGHT
                CHAMPION...

                        ... R O B   C O L E  !  !


[The fans practically riot, as one of them throws his chair into the
ring, and another one has to be stopped by security after jumping the
railing.  The rest start chanting...]


Crowd: "BULL-SHIT!  BULL-SHIT!  BULL-SHIT!  BULL-SHIT!"


[The SSN agent hands Cole the gold, and he clutches it tightly with
one arm.  He cannot even move his other arm.  Paramedics descend on
the scene, and tend to both men.]

CL: THIS IS THE BIGGEST TRAVESTY I HAVE EVER SEEN!

FH: It had to be done!  Look at Chase!  He could have DIED, Chip!  The
fans kept feeding his adrenaline, and he pushed himself way beyond any
sane limit!

TEMB: He STILL might die.  Wouldn't that be a fitting close to such an
EVIL night?!

CL: YOU'RE SICK!  Chase Williams was screwed, plain and simple!  You
cannot stop a match when a man has his finishing hold applied, because
by definition, he is able to fight!  HE HAD THE ENDGAME LOCKED ON, HOW
IS THAT "UNABLE TO CONTINUE"?!
FH: There comes a point when you have to get a man medical attention
right NOW.  Not one minute from now, not thirty seconds from now.
NOW.  Chase Williams was at that point.  End of story.

CL: I smell a rat!  A network-sized rat!

TEMB: With razor-sharp fangs!  MUHAHAHAAA!

CL: And... and... ROB COLE WON THE TITLE BECAUSE HE USED A METAL SPIKE
ON A MAN FOR THIRTY-NINE MINUTES!  How the HELL can you call him a
WRESTLING champion?!

TEMB: Thirty-six minutes, really.  He ditched the spike two or three
minutes before the end.  And I call him the champion because he did
whatever he needed to do to win!  He probably sprained his ankle,
almost certainly broke his arm, and definitely broke his nose.  Yet
the power of EVIL saw him through.

FH: Yeah, whine all you want about how it ended... Rob Cole has to be
made of steel. I have no idea how he kept going in there.  He's got to
be one of the toughest men I've ever seen or heard of.

CL: I don't deny that!  But... he didn't win the match!

FH: Uh, did you not listen to a word Herk Douglas said?

CL: YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN!  I don't call being locked in Endgame and
having the match stopped on your opponent "Winning"!  Cole had his
chance to put Chase Williams away, and the bottom line is, he couldn't
do it!

TEMB: Then you don't know what a bottom line IS, because the bottom
line is that Rob Cole is the Heavyweight Champion Of The World and
Chase Williams is lying unconscious in a pool of his own blood, and is
probably going to need an emergency transfusion to stay alive.  If
that doesn't define "putting a man away", I don't know what does.
MUHAHAHAHAAAA!

CL: We will be feeling the repercussions of this for years to come...
and our time is up!  For Fred Hoyle, and our guest commentator The
Evil Masked Broadcaster, I am Chip Lester!  We will have more fallout
from this on Boiling Point, and be sure to tune into Heatwave... where
half the roster will probably be too injured to wrestle, but SOMETHING
has got to give considering what went down tonight!

FH: Hey don't feel bad for Chase Williams Lester.  He has done a lot
of evil things to a lot of people around here.  You know what they say
about Karma Lester ...

CL: I do indeed and it appears to have came crashing down tonight ...
We have a new PVW Network Champion ... We have a title match already
set for Heatwave ... The War happened and many men bled ... Despite
_how_ it happened Rob Cole stands as our PVW World Heavyweight
Champion ...

FH: Don't forget Jessica Marshall ... Alex Martinez!

CL: How could anyone.  There is so many answers to be had but thank
you for joining us ... Boiling Point 2009 is in the books!

[Finally, his shoulder heavily wrapped, Rob Cole stands up with the
World Heavyweight Championship Belt, holding it aloft with his one
useable arm as "Rumatahatta" by Sepultura begins to play over the PA.
The fans boo him mercilessly (although a few cheer, because he
basically broke himself into bits for that match). The credits roll.]







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           Credits:
Brian: Wild Cards v. Canadian Legacy, War Games 
Jer: Chase Williams v. Rob Cole
Rob: Urban Legend v. The Prophets of Rage, Double Champion Match
Don: Ronan Benedict v. Chad Grimsson
Mark: Will Geddings v. Vandal Gomez
Nate: Justin Cruise v. Larry Gionet v. Randy Acorn
Jamie: Killing Machines v. Livestock and The Gutch
Duff: Foley v. Scrayper

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