[Preshow is over ... And for those who have ordered the PVW PPV ... We
open to a PVW screen and in the background the famous and perhaps
one of the greatest speeches ever, I am a Champion ...]

Today gentlemen, I am honored to coach you

[First clip is a quick revolving shot around an PVW arena ... the
center of the PVW ring stands tall in the center.]

More honored to be leading you onto the field of battle

[The manager of champions, Todd Johnstone is seen with a grin across
his face that says that he is up to something ...]

But there's another honor to be bestowed upon you

[The highly scouted mega-prospect, Supreme Wright is seen inside the
ring in his PVW debut match.]

And that is in the answer that comes with that question:

[Sammy Knight stands toe-to-toe with both Marcus Manson and the
Spectre.]

Who am I? I AM A CHAMPION!

[The PVW locker room leader, Sinister stands tall with the Berserkers
at his side after defeating the trio of the Biz, JDM, and Devin.]

That's right, and you need to remember that all through this game

[Adrian Freeman glares across the ring after the challenge had been
laid out  by Supreme Wright ... The Australian born superstar flashes
a small grin.]

I will conquer what has not been conquered

[Christopher Black looks over a broken, Senor Cloak Dos.]

Defeat will not be in my creed

[The Biz with a lack of clothes ... drives Caleb Foley to tapping
out.]

I will believe what others have doubted

[AsH springboards off the ropes into a picture perfect moonsault.]

I will always endeavor to pull esteem, honor, and respect out of my
team

[Max and Sal rush down to the ring to assist and stand tall against
the PVW tag team champions and HOPE.]

I have trained my mind and my body will follow

[Rob Cole forces the Motor City Madman to tap out to shock the world.]

Who am I? I AM A CHAMPION!

[The Spectre lifts his poor opponent high in the air and drives him
down with possibly the most feared finisher in the biz, The Rebirth.]

I will acknowledge the fact that my opponent does not expect me to win

[PVW's most popular baby face, Senor Cloak Dos stands at the top of
the ropes ... the lights bright behind him.]

But I will never surrender

[Herscher von Donkerhardt fights through injuries.]

Weakness will not be in my heart

[The PVW World Champion, Gibson Hayes leaps into the GHK!]

I will look to my comrades and to those who are a part of me in this
world and those who have trained me

[Livestock and the Gutch work double teaming their opponents
together.]

And I will draw strength from them

[Chris Hartt dives taking Nevermind down with a double leg take down.]

Who am I? I AM A CHAMPION!

[William Craven stands with Rob Cole handcuffed on his knees.]

I will gladly go out into the field of battle

[Danny Daniels walks down with a vote for Daniels sign.]

And I will move in everything I can do

[Sinister lifts JDM into the Chi-Town Massacre.]

And I will reach my field of battle by any means at my disposal

[Johnny Detson with the vicious Johnny Kick!]

And when I get there, I will arrive violently

[Nevermind stands with the crown of thorns in his hands.]

I will rip the heart from my enemy, and leave it bleeding on the
ground

[The Spectre stands with chair in hand ... blood dripping off his
opponent.]

Because he cannot stop me

[Pery Fontana counters right into a perfectly executed armbar.]

Who am I? I AM A CHAMPION!

[Adrian Freeman forces Phoenix to tap out with the Deep Freeze.]

To my side I have comrades, comrades that have been with me through
thick and thin

[AsH, Max, and Sal all stand in the center of the ring with HOPE
retreating.]

Who have sacrificed their blood, sweat and tears

[Senor Cloak Dos standing as the fans chant JOSIE!]

Never will I let them fall, never will I let them down, and I will
never leave an enemy behind

[Chris Hartt standing with his hands raised high.]

Because our opponent does not know my heart

[Supreme Wright locks on The Supremacy ...]

Who am I? I AM A CHAMPION!

[Gibson Hayes drops down making the cover.]

No one will deny me, no one will define me

[Danny Daniels leaps off the second ropes ...]

And no one will tell me who and what I am and can be

[The Biz snarling towards the ring.]

Belief will change my world

[AsH with the Iconcutter!]

It has moved continents, it has moved countries, it has put men on the
moon

[Herscher von Donkerhardt with a German Suplex.]

And it will carry me through this battle

[Johnny Detson has an opponent into his Reality Check.]

Who am I? I AM A CHAMPION!

[Sammy Knight going toe-to-toe with Marcus Manson.]

Defeat, retreat: those are not in my words

[Max making the hot tag to his partner, Sal!]

I don't understand those definitions

[Perry Fontana shaking his head "no" when asking if he submits.]

I don't understand when things go wrong

[Senor Cloak Dos hits Vamanos Muchacho!]

I don't understand mistakes

[Rob Cole wearing a crimson red mask stands with his hand raised
high.]

But I do understand this:

[Gibson Hayes hits the Tuscaloosa Tumble.]

I understand victory,

[Nevermind hits the Seattle Slam.]

And I understand never surrendering

[AsH kicks out at a 2.9 count!]

No matter how bad things go my heart and my mind will carry my body
through limits and weakness

[Spectre locks on the Destiny Grip.]

Who am I? I AM A CHAMPION!

[Rob Cole with a worlds ugliest frog splash.]

Today will be that day

[Chris Hartt locks on the Avenger.]

Not tomorrow, not next week, but right now, right here

[Adrian Freeman and Supreme Wright stand across from one another.]

In your house and in your homes

[Sinister, AsH, Senor Cloak Dos all together.]

Who am I? I AM A CHAMPION!

[William Craven with a thundermelter sending Cole off the stage.]

History will remember me

[Final Clip of the Mega-Prospect ... Supreme Wright.]

I will not let worrying affect my cause

[Final Clip of Adrian Freeman.]

I will define myself

[Final Clip of The Biz.]

I will write my own pages

[Final Clip of big daddy Sin, Sinister.]

And no one will tell me what I cannot be

[Final Clip of Christopher Black as the mask is ablaze.]

I will never give up

[Final Clip of Senor Cloak Dos.]

Not until I've given everything I got

[Final Clip of Rob Cole.]

Because who am I? I AM A CHAMPION!

[Final Clip of William Craven.]

Who am I? I AM A CHAMPION!

[Final Clip of Danny Daniels.]

Who am I? I AM A CHAMPION!

[Final Clip of Johnny Detson.]

Who am I? I AM A CHAMPION!

[Final Clip of Perry Fontana.]

Who am I? I AM A CHAMPION!

[Final Clip of the PVW America Champion, Herscher von Donkerhardt.]

Who am I? I AM A CHAMPION!

[Final Clip of Max and Sal.]

Who am I? I AM A CHAMPION!

[Final Clip of Livestock and The Gutch ... two time Tag team champions
walk down the aisle way wearing the golden titles with pride.]

Who am I? I AM A CHAMPION!

[Final Clip of AsH stands tall after fighting tooth and nail ...
blood, sweat, and tears ... but he still stands.]

Who am I? I AM A CHAMPION!

[Final Clip of Gibson Hayes holds the PVW World Heavyweight
Championship high in the air ... Fort Minor, Remember the name begins
to play as we fade to the PVW logo.]









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	    BOILING POINT II - SAN FRANCISCO, CALIFORNIA

		          Live at Cow Palace

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[Remember the name continues to blast as we return to the Cow Palace,
San Francisco, California ...  We have now flipped the switch to PAY
PER VIEW ...

Four Years ...

Seventh PPV ...

Thirteenth Supercard ...

Where careers have been built ... careers have been reborn ...
tradition has been respected ... legacies have been etched in stone.

Fans, have already sat through two hours of wrestling ... Mini-Mania,
The Warrior versus the Phoenix, Seven Foot Juggernaut Debut, ASLL tag
team title match, former friends battle, and TV title Main Event.  You
can feel the excitement in the air ... for months it has all built up
to this.

Ten matches ...

three title matches ...

Boiling Point II.

The cage that will be used later in the night hangs above the ring ...
built, ready to go!   We open up to the two men who's voices have sang
the PVW song for years.  On the left is general of Heatwave, Chip
Lester.   On the right is the Announcer of the Mid-Year, Fred Hoyle.]

CL: WELCOME FOLKS ... We are live on Pay Per View!  Thank you for
tuning into the Preshow ... but now it's what we have _all_ been
waiting for ...

FH: Fred Hoyle!

CL: BOILING POINT TWO!

FH: That too.

[Chip  moves along not letting Fred side track him like the
professional he is.]

CL: As usual if you don't know our names by now, I am Chip Lester and
my partner in crime is the famous ... or for some infamous, Fred
Hoyle.

FH: That's right the golden voice of wrestling ... the Sinatra of
Phoenix ... The one and only Announcer of the Year!

CL: Thank goodness only those who watch Pay Per View had to sit
through that.

FH: HEY!

CL: The Preshow ended with a _BANG_ ... and we don't expect Boiling
Point II to miss a beat.  We have _TEN_ matches ... And, I could spend
the whole show just talking about it ... but we all know how PVW die
hard fans are ...  You _know_ the hype ... You _know_ the importance
of the night.

[You can hear the excitement in Chip's voice.]

CL: While, there are questions like will Senor Cloak Dos
get his vengeance?  Will Rob Cole and William Craven survive Barbwire
Hell II?  Will, any of the three titles change hands?  And so many
others ... We are about to find out those answers in just a FEW
minutes.

FH: I just want to know how long it's going to take Gibson Hayes to
dispose of that little gnat, AsH.

CL: AsH, has clearly earned his stripes in the PVW.  While some may
have questioned his toughness early on ... I think all those questions
were tossed out the window at Tradition.

FH: Tonight, Todd Johnstone delivers HOPE to America.

CL: We will find out ... The Voice is headed inside the ring and we
are getting ready to start the night!

[LET'S GET THIS PARTY STARTED POP!]

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

HD: Introducing first! He hails from Sydney, Australia and
weighs in at an even two hundred pounds ... this is ... "Subzero"


!!! ADRIAN FREEMAN !!!


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

FH: Now there's a REAL wrestler. He gets in, kicks ass and takes names
and doesn't mess with any of that fancy showmanship crap.

CL: Freeman's wrestled all around the world and he's been successful
everywhere he's been. He hopes to add PVW to that list.

FH: He wiped the floor with that boyscout, Phoenix and he's badmouthed
the Supreme Jackass, so he's off to a great start in my book!


HD: And his opponent...

[The lights go out in arena as the haunting vocals of Deborah Harry
can be heard over the PA system.]

# Step into a world #
# Where there's no one left #
# But the very best #
# No MC can test #

["Step into a World (Rapture's Delight)" by KRS-One begins to play as
the crowd responds with a "Hey, we recognize you!" face pop! As the
song kicks into high gear, Supreme Wright steps through the entrance
in a long-sleeved, ankle-length black coat with red lining that is
closed at his chest, flaring out with ragged ends. As usual, Wright
has a rather intense look on his face, not so much as hinting at a
smile. He doesn't really acknowledge the crowd, but does blindly slap
a few outstretched hands on his way to the ring, as he bobs his head
to the music, hopping around and throwing shadow punches to loosen up.
However, through all this, his eyes remain completely focused on the
wrestling ring.]

HD: ...hailing from Sherwood Forest, Baton Rouge, Louisiana...
weighing 225 pounds...



SUPREME WRIIIIIIIIIIGHTTTT!!!!



[Wright enters the ring and proceeds to remove his coat, revealing a
lanky, but powerful build, with extremely well-defined musculature,
cutting an impressive figure. He wears MMA-style shorts, half-army
camouflage/half adorned with an airbrushed image of a dragon clawing
it's way out from the fabric. Wright's hair is pulled back into
cornrows snaking into an intricate "S"-shape design and his arms and
chest are covered in various tattoos. He wears MMA fight gloves on his
hands and amateur-style wrestling shoes. There's no doubt in his
demeanor...he's ready for battle.]

CL: And here comes Supreme Wright, a young man with all the potential
to be a future legend in this sport.

FH: This kid signed the big contract, got the whole PR department
hyping him up and he goes and says he doesn't deserve it? I love
it...even HE knows he's a sham!

CL: Wright believes he's got a lot to prove here in PVW before he
deserves any of the praise he's been getting and a win tonight will go
a long way to doing that.

___________    ____       ________________________________________
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__  /_/ /_ | / /__ | /| / /           One on One Match
_  ____/__ |/ / __ |/ |/ /       Supreme Wright v. Adrian Freeman
/_/     _____/  ____/|____________________________________________



*DING*DING*DING*

[Wright raises his right arm, as the two circle each other. He paws at
Freeman, but the Australian slaps his hand away each time. Suddenly,
Freeman lunges in...]

CL: And there's the lock up!

[It's much like an amateur wrestling bout, as the two technicians
struggle for position. In a flash, Wright drops down and takes Freeman
down with a drop toehold. He quickly floats over into a side headlock
as the two get to their feet, as Supreme quickly follows up with a
headlock takedown. However, Freeman quickly counters, by scissoring
Wright's head.]

CL: Supreme Wright was a former All-American freestyle wrestler at the
University of Indiana and Adrian Freeman has been renown as one of the
finest technical wrestlers in the world for several years now. This
match will be a treat to any fans of pure wrestling action.

FH: To be honest, Freeman will probably school Wright. College isn't
anywhere near the same as being in the pros.

CL: Wright won several Newcomer of the Year awards last year and comes
in with a lot of high expectations for good reason, Fred.

FH: All that says to me is that it just makes him more likely to crack
under the pressure.

[Wright doesn't stay in the hold for long, twisting his body around
and forcing Freeman into a sitting position. He then performs a
headstand, breaking out of the hold and getting back to his feet!
Pop!]

CL: And Wright escapes the headscissors! Amazing technical wrestling
skills shown by both men so far.

FH: What the heck is this crap!? Someone throw a punch!

[Freeman mockingly claps Wright's escape, as the two circle each other
once again. This time, Wright executes an armwringer on Freeman.
Wincing in pain, Freeman pats his shoulder, before rolling forward,
getting back to his feet and reversing the hold on Wright! He quickly
releases the hold and grabs Wright in a rear waistlock, lifting the
"Mega Prospect" into the air and crashing him down stomach first with
an amateur wrestling-style takedown!]

FH: If this was college, that'd be two points!

CL: These two seem to be extremely evenly matched on the mat.

FH: Are you blind or something, Lester? Freeman's owning him. Wright
goes on and on about how great of a wrestler he is, but he's clearly
getting out-wrestled by Adrian Freeman right now.

CL: Freeman has the advantage at the moment, but mat wrestling is
still
where Wright excels.

[Freeman keeps his arms linked around Wright's torso, as the Louisiana
native looks for a means of escape. After jostling for position on the
mat, Wright finally manages break out of Freeman's grasp and reverses
positions with his opponent, catching him in a grounded waistlock. He
quickly transitions the hold into a front facelock. He struggles with
Freeman on the mat for a moment, before suddenly spinning to the side
with the facelock still applied, maintaining control over Freeman with
a neckbreaker-like takedown!]

CL: Gator Roll! Wright showing off more of his amateur wrestling
background right there and maintaining control of Freeman on the mat!

FH: You call that a "gator roll?" Last time I checked, a gator roll
was when a giant reptile bit down and spun until it tore the flesh
from some dumb animal's carcass. Now, if Wright did THAT, maybe I'd be
impressed!

CL: Maybe you don't appreciate it, but this is a fine display of
technical wrestling.

[With the both of them lying facedown on the canvas, Supreme applies
greater pressure to the front facelock, but Freeman is aware of his
surroundings, managing to get a foot beneath the ropes. The referee
calls for a break, as Supreme releases the hold and both men get to
their feet once more.]

CL: It's been a stalemate so far, but these two have wrestled a clean,
scientific match.

FH: Yeah, but don't believe for a second that it'll last. The moment
one of them backs off just a little, someone's getting their clock
cleaned.

[Looking slightly annoyed now, Freeman slaps his hand on the mat in
frustration. He gets back to his feet and the two prepare to lock up
once again...]

CL: Side headlock by Wright...pushed off into the ropes...a hiptoss-
BLOCKED!

[Wright suddenly spins behind Freeman...]

CL: Countered into a backslide! No! Only two!

[As Freeman rolls through, he is quick to his feet and charges in at
Wright...]

CL: An inside cradle...again, only two!






*SMACK!*






[Heel pop!]



CL: Ouch! A vicious forearm shot drops Supreme Wright!

FH: What'd I say? Freeman finally got fed up with all that technical
garbage and busted Wright in the nose!

[Wright, clearly not expecting the blow, rises to his feet
instinctively, only to be doubled over by a knee to the midsection
from Freeman. The Australian grabs Wright around the waist, lifting
him up and over with a picture-perfect gutwrench suplex.]

CL: Gutwrench suplex and the pin...no, Wright gets the shoulder up!

FH: It's probably still too early to get a pin, but you do that sort
of thing to impose your will on a man. Do it enough and sometimes your
opponent'll just get tired of kicking out.

CL: I don't think Supreme Wright will ever just give up on a match
like
that.

FH: He talks a good game, but I bet if he's put in a tough spot, he'll
fold faster than Superman on laundry day.

CL: "Faster than Superman on-" ...what the heck are you talking
about!?

[Freeman pulls Wright to his feet, booting him in the gut. He tries to
take Wright over with a vertical suplex. However, Wright hooks his leg
around Freeman's blocking the move.]

CL: Suplex attempt blocked...again...No! Wright slips out and lands
behind Freeman. Waistlock...looking for a German suplex...







*THUUUDD!*







CL: No! Blocked by Freeman...right into a drop toehold!

[However, Wright uses his momentum to roll through back to his feet
and stopping right in front of the ropes. Freeman charges in, only for
Wright to side-step as he hits the ropes chest-first and bouncing back
right into a schoolboy roll-up!]

CL: Wright rolling to his feet...Freeman charges...OH! Schoolboy
roll-up!






ONE!!!


















TWO!!!
















Only two!


[The two once again pop up to their feet, this time with Freeman
attempting a wild swing. Wright ducks under the blow and catches
Freeman with a vicious European uppercutt as he spins around.]

CL: Wright ducks...OH! He caught Freeman right on the chin with that
one!

[With Freeman stunned, Wright hooks his arms around the Australian's
waist and pops his hips, before tossing Freeman over his head...]











*THUUUUDD!*











CL: AND A BIG BELLY-TO-BELLY SUPLEX BY WRIGHT!

FH: How the hell are you managing to keep up with all of this without
taking a single breath!?

[Freeman quickly takes a powder, rolling out of the ring. He clutches
at his back, glaring at Wright back inside the ring, as the "Mega
Prospect" walks over to the ropes and sits on them, inviting Freeman
to
get back into the ring. Pop!]

CL: The intensity of the match picked up in a hurry and I don't think
Adrian Freeman was ready for it!

FH: Don't worry about a veteran like Freeman. He's got this under
control.

[Freeman ignores Wright with a dismissive wave of his hand, as the
crowd showers him with taunting jeers. He walks around the ringside
area before climbing back onto the apron and stepping back into the
ring.]

FH: See? Wright got in a lucky shot, but now his momentum's all gone.
Freeman's playing him like a fiddle.

[For the umpteenth time in this match, Freeman and Wright prepare to
lock-up, this time in a more traditional collar-and-elbow tieup.
Freeman manages to back Supreme into a corner, where he makes a clean
break...only to quickly double Wright over with a boot to the
midsection! Heel pop!]

CL: Cheap shot by Freeman!

FH: Finally!

[Freeman smashes another forearm shot to the side of Wright head. And
another...and another...shot after shot connecting, until Supreme
drops
to the mat.]

CL: Freeman's lost it!

FH: If anything, he's found it...the key to victory! Pound this kid
into paste!

[Pulling Wright back to his feet, Freeman whips him across the ring,
following in with a stiff clothesline. As Supreme stumbles out of the
corner, Freeman scoops him up for a back suplex...only to drop him
across his knee with a backbreaker!]









"OHHHH!!!"









CL: A VICIOUS BACKBREAKER VARIATION FROM FREEMAN!






ONE!!!


















TWO!!!



















T-NO!!!


[Holding his back in pain, Wright rolls over onto his stomach, as
Freeman contemplates his next move. He gets to his feet and backs up a
few steps, before charging back in and leaping into the air, DRIVING
his knee down onto Wright's spine!]

CL: And a big kneedrop right to the back!

FH: He's probably softening Wright up for the Deep Freeze now.

[Looking to punish Wright's back some more, Freeman proceeds to tie up
Wright's legs, before grabbing hold of them and his opponent's head.
He rocks back, before dropping down onto his back and yanking Wright
into the air, bending him at an ungodly angle with a bow-and-arrow
submission!]

FH: What the heck do you call this!?

CL: A BOW-AND-ARROW! Wright's screaming in agony!

FH: The human body isn't supposed to bend that way!

[Wright refuses to submit, shaking his head furiously. Finally,
Freeman releases the hold, when it became evident he wasn't going to
win the match with the move. He gets back to his feet and stomps at
Wright's back a few times, before pulling him up...]


*SMAAACCK!*
*SMAAACCK!*
*SMAAACCK!*
*SMAAACCK!*
*SMAAACCK!*



CL: Ouch! Vicious chops by Freeman! He whips Wright into the ropes...

[Showing off his agility, Wright RUNS up the turnbuckles right before
he hits the corner and then somersaults over Freeman as he charges in.
Freeman to his credit, raises his foot to stop himself from colliding
with the corner and pushes off, pivoting around and charging back at
Wright, who also runs towards him...]

CL: OH! Dropkick right to the knee by Wright!

[...diving low and aiming his feet right at Freeman's right kneecap.
The blow sends the charging Australian flying into the air as he's
upended, landing onto the canvas hard as he holds his knee in pain.]

CL: And as much as Adrian Freeman dominated the last few minutes of
this match, he suddenly finds himself in a very dangerous predicament.

FH: Yeah, this delinquent punk Wright, targets a bodypart and just
works over the damn thing all match until it's nothing. I'll give you
three guesses what he's going after now.

[Wright gets to his feet and doesn't waste anytime, grabbing Freeman's
right leg and dropping an elbow down onto his leg...]

CL: And an elbowdrop right to Freeman's leg. This can severely impair
Freeman's mobility.

[..._15 times._

RELENTLESS ASSAULT POP!]

CL: And doing it that many times can REALLY severely impair Freeman's
mobility!

FH: I gotta' admit, Supreme Wright can be a really vicious SOB if he
wants to be. He knows how important this match is for his future in
PVW and it shows. I haven't seen someone attack someone's inner thigh
like that since the last time I met up with your wife, Chip! Hahaha!

CL: ...

[Pulling Freeman to his feet, Wright continues his assault on the
Australian's knee, lifting him up into the air for what looks to be a
kneebreaker, before falling forward and driving his knee into the
canvas.]

CL: Wright continues to work over Freeman's right knee, no doubt
looking to finish him off with The Supremacy.

FH: Both of them have a damn nasty submission hold to take care of
business with. It's just a matter of who can lock their move on first.

[Grabbing Freeman's right leg, Wright wraps his arm around the ankle,
before suddenly falling back hard.]






*THUUUDD!*






CL: OH! Wright just hit a _DDT_ on on Freeman's LEG!

FH: Hey! He's not done yet!

[Still holding on, Wright gets back to his feet and sticks his foot
onto Freeman's upper thigh. He hops into the air, before flipping
forward, snapping the leg hard!]

CL: That might just tear someone's knee apart. Wright is absolutely
relentless here.

FH: Listen to Freeman...he's in some serious pain here.

CL: Wright dragging Freeman to the middle of the ring now...WOAH! What
the heck is this!?

[Wright applies a step-over toehold, but instead of applying a
standard facelock, he yanks Freeman's head back by the hair and
applies an inverted facelock! Awesome move pop!]

CL: AN STF...WITH A DRAGON SLEEPER!

FH: Freeman had Wright trapped in that bow-and-arrow earlier and now
this! Who the heck needs the Deep Freeze or The Supremacy when you've
got ridiculous moves like these!?

[Freeman yells in pain, flailing his arms out for the ropes. Finally,
he manages to grab onto the bottom rope, desperately yelling for the
referee to break the hold!]

CL: Freeman's got the ropes, but Wright isn't letting go!

[The referee gives Wright a five-count, as the Louisiana native
finally breaks the hold at four.]

CL: Wright finally breaks the hold, but I can't imagine the pain
Freeman just went through.

FH: Wright knows that he's got until five to break that hold and he
milked every second out of that. Those four extra seconds that Freeman
was trapped in whatever the hell that was just might be the difference
between a win and a loss.

[Supreme stays on his knees and stares at Freeman, contemplating his
next move. He pulls Freeman to his feet...]











*SMAAACK!*











[...but takes one hell of an uppercut to the jaw!]

FH: Oh! Right in mouth!

[Supreme fires right back, connecting with a solid forearm shot!]

CL: Supreme comes back with the forearm! This wrestling match is
turning into an all-out brawl!

FH: About time!

[And Freeman answers right back with a haymaker! The two trade shots,
as the crowd alternates between "YAYs" and "BOOs"...before Freeman
stops Wright dead in his tracks with a big kneelift to the midsection.
He limps/runs into the ropes, but Wright catches him on the rebound,
smashing home another forearm shot!]

CL: Freeman into the ropes...OH! Wright with the forearm again!

[This one has Freeman staggered. Wright quickly follows up, hitting
Freeman with a forearm from his right arm and then another from his
left. He then spins around, smashing home an elbow to the side of
Freeman's head and then spins right back into the other direction,
taking Freeman off his feet with an ungodly roaring elbow! POP!]

CL: Holy cow! What a combination from Wright!











*THUUUUDD!!!*











CL: URANAGE SUPLEX!




ONE!!!





















TWO!!!



















THR-NO!!! Kickout by Freeman!


FH: It's gonna' take a lot more than that to finish off Freeman!

[Supreme slaps his hands on the mat, finally showing some frustration.
He pulls Freeman to his feet, setting him up for a suplex. However, he
holds Freeman in mid-air and suddenly tosses him forward, hanging him
out to dry on the top-rope!]

CL: Wright's offense has picked it up a notch. It's like Freeman
fighting back fired him up.

FH: The dumb kid probably realized that Freeman still has some life in
him and got spooked, so now he's getting desperate!

CL: Freeman's still hanging on the ropes. Wright's backing up...what's
he going for here?

[Wright measures up Freeman and charges in, looking to send Freeman
flying off his perch with a European uppercut.]

CL: European uppercut whiffs!

[However, Freeman slips off the ropes and lands on the apron, leaving
Wright to uppercut nothing but air. As Wright spins back around, he
tries to hit Freeman, only to take a shoulder right to the gut. He
follows up by pulling Wright partly out of the ring and sending a loud
kick right into his chest. Freeman then grabs right, pulling him out
onto the apron with him.]

CL: Freeman has Wright on the ring apron...

[Freeman then hooks a waistlock on Wright, lifting him up into the
air...]











"OOOOOHHHHH!!!"











[...and stepping off the ring apron, driving Wright into the apron
with
a backdrop suplex!]

CL: SUPLEX RIGHT ON THE EDGE OF THE RING!

FH: The ring apron's the hardest part of the ring, too. Wright's back
has to be wrecked after that!

[As Wright lies in agony on the outside, Freeman limps over and lays a
disrespectful boot to the side of his head. A shout of "You're not
better than me!" is followed up by a slap to the face. Heel pop!]

CL: That's just uncalled for!

FH: Hey, he's just telling it like it is!

[Freeman then pulls up Wright and whips him into the ring steps...]











*CLAAAANNK!!!*











CL: Wright hits the steel steps hard! This was a relatively clean
match up until now, but it's turned brutally violent.

FH: That just means it's getting better!

[Freeman tosses Wright back into the ring as Supreme slowly rises,
clutching at his back in pain.  Freeman hooks him with a front
waistlock and then lifts Wright as if going for a side slam...]

CL: ONE-ARMED BACKBREAKER BY FREEMAN!

[...but driving him down onto his knee! Nice move pop!]

CL: Freeman's holding on...NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX!











*THUUUUDD!*











ONE!!!





















TWO!!!



















THR-NO!!! Freeman couldn't hold the bridge!

[Freeman rolls to the side, holding his knee in pain. He shakes his
head at Wright and pushes himself back to his feet, yanking Wright up
into a fireman's carry.]

CL: Freeman's going for the Peregrine Driver!

FH: Finish him!

[But before Freeman can hit his version of the Death Valley Driver,
Supreme drives one...two...three...FOUR elbows into the side of his
head, forcing Freeman to release him. Supreme drops behind him. He
hooks a rear waistlock, but as he lifts...]

CL: Wright going for a Germ-NO! He lets go! His back couldn't take it!

[Freeman is then quick to capitalize, booting Wright in the gut and
hitting him with a Fisherman's suplex!]











*THUUUUDD!*











CL: FISHERMAN'S SUPLEX!

















ONE!!!





















TWO!!!



















THRE-WRIGHT GETS THE SHOULDER UP!


[BIG POP!]

CL: We're seeing the result of both men's work in this match. Wright's
kneework has taken some of the edge off Freeman's power moves and
Freeman's assault on Wright's back saved him right there.

FH: I still say whoever gets their submission on first wins. As soon
as
they got it locked in, it's all over.

[Freeman gets to his feet and drags his thumb across his throat. HEEL
POP!]

CL: You just might be right, Fred...Freeman's calling for the Deep
Freeze!

FH: What else is new? I'm always right!

[Limping in pain, Freeman walks over to Wright and grabs his legs,
hooking them under his arms and attempting to flip him over onto his
stomach. However, Wright shows that he's still got some fight left in
him, refusing to turn over!]

CL: He's going for it, but Wright's fighting it! What guts! What
courage!

FH: Give me a break! He's just too stupid to know it's over for him!
Give it up, loser!

[Freeman leans in to gain more leverage, but that's all the opening
that Wright needs, as he suddenly SHOVES Freeman right off him!]

CL: Wright sends Freeman into the turnbuckles!

[Getting to his feet, Wright grabs a dazed Freeman, rolling him up
into
a half crab...]

CL: Half cr-

[...before transitioning right into the Supremacy! HUGE POP!]

FH: OH HELL NO!

CL: THE SUPREMACY! RIGHT OUT OF NOWHERE!

FH: Hold on, Freeman! You can escape this!

CL: You said that the first man to lock on his hold will win!

FH: Supreme Wright ain't a man, damnit!

[Wright screams for Freeman to tap along with the rest of the fans in
the Cow Palace, but despite being in unimaginable pain, he grits his
teeth and shake his head...





















...clawing towards the ropes...



















...and getting there! Huge groans of disappointment from the crowd!]

FH: Hell yeah!

CL: I thought Supreme Wright had Adrian Freeman dead to rites, but
somehow the Australian lives to fight on!

[Supreme lets go and simply falls back onto the mat in exhaustion. He
squeezes his eyes shut hard, mustering up the energy to pull himself
back to his feet. He puts up his fists in a Muay Thai-like stance,
waiting for Freeman to rise. As he does...]











*SMAAACCK!*











"OHHH!"





CL: WHAT A KICK TO THE LEG!

FH: Damn.

[...a vicious kick catches Freeman right in the side of the thigh.
He's staggered, as Supreme whips a kick through the air again...]











*SMAAACCK!*











"OHHH!"





CL: ANOTHER KICK RIGHT TO THE LEG!

FH: How is he still standing!?

[Well, he isn't anymore, Fred. Freeman drops to his knees, a
combination of the kicks to his leg and fatigue from the match. He
leaves himself wide open, which Supreme sees, winding up and letting
loose a roundhouse kick straight for Freeman's head...











...that Freeman ducks!]

CL: Freeman ducks the kick-OHHH!!!

FH: YES! YES! I LOVE IT!!!

[A HUGE HEEL POP rips through the Cow Palace as Freeman shoves Wright
towards the referee. Supreme stops short of colliding, but Freeman
capitalizes, catching Wright with a low blow!]

CL: A LOW BLOW! Freeman hit Wright below the b-











*THUUUUDD!*











CL: LUNGBLOWER!

[DEAFENING MIXED/PANIC POP!!!]

CL: RIGHT INTO THE DEEP FREEZE!!!

FH: RING THE BELL! IT'S OVER! IT'S OVEEERRRR!!!

[As Adrian Freeman sticks his knee right into Supreme Wright's back,
the Louisiana native shakes his head viciously back and forth,
refusing to submit. Just then...]







*DING*DING*DING*







CL: Wait...why did the bell ring!?

FH: Supreme failure submitted! Why else would it ring!?

CL: He did not! The referee made no signal!

[Inside the ring, Adrian Freeman raises his arms in the air in
victory, only to have the referee pull his arm down. Freeman begins to
argue, but the ring announcer says it all...]

HD: Ladies and gentlemen, the twenty minute time limit has expired.
The result of this match...IS A DRAW!

[Big time boos!]

FH: A draw!? Are you kidding me!?! Freeman had this match won!

[Freeman continues to argue with the referee, as a disappointed-
looking Supreme Wright shakes his head in the corner, as a chant
suddenly comes from the crowd...]



"LET! THEM!! FIGHT!!!"



"LET! THEM!! FIGHT!!!"



"LET! THEM!! FIGHT!!!"



"LET! THEM!! FIGHT!!!"



"LET! THEM!! FIGHT!!!"



"LET! THEM!! FIGHT!!!"



[Adrian Freeman points out to the crowd and then holds up five
fingers...]

AF: "Five minutes! Just five more minutes! I had this punk beat!"

[The referee turns to Supreme Wright, who quickly nods his head, eager
to see the match continue. He also yells "Five more minutes!"]

CL: They want to continue on...and I think the referee is going to let
them!

FH: Freeman had Wright in the Deep Freeze, Lester! He had him beat!
Five minutes is about four minutes and fifty-five seconds too many!

[After talking it over with the ring announcer, another announcement
is made...]

DH: Ladies and gentlemen...the referee has deemed that this match will
have an additional FIVE MINUTES!

[HUGE POP!]

CL: This match WILL continue!

FH: This match should start where we left off! Put Wright back
into the Deep Freeze!

[Wright and Freeman are both more than ready to go at it once again,
as the referee calls for the bell...]


*DING*DING*DING*


[...and the battle begins anew!]

CL: THEY'RE GOING TOE-TO-TOE RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING!

FH: It's like they both decided..."Enough with that wrestling
crap...this is a damn fight!"

[Freeman lobs haymakers, while Wright fires back with forearm shots,
each refusing to yield. Finally, Wright blocks an incoming punch from
Freeman and boots him right in his injured knee, sending him down to
the canvas. He grabs Freeman by the hair and proceeds to lay in a
rapidfire series of forearms to the Australian's head!]





*SMAAACCK!*
*SMAAACCK!*
*SMAAACCK!*
*SMAAACCK!*
*SMAAACCK!*
*SMAAACCK!*
*SMAAACCK!*
*SMAAACCK!*




[BIG POP!]

CL: SUPREME WRIGHT IS ON FIRE! HE'S PUMMELING FREEMAN WITH THOSE
FOREARMS!

FH: Ah, so the boy finally decides to be a man. Well...a man that's
too much of a pansy to throw a punch.

[Supreme then backs up and measures up Freeman, throwing his right leg
back...]










*SMMMAAAAAAACCCCCK!!!*











"OHHHHHH!"



[...and punting Freeman right in the face! BRUTALITY POP!]

CL: RIGHT IN THE FACE! DEAR LORD!

FH: Forget what I said about the punches...damn, what a kick.

[Supreme drops down for the pin...]





ONE!!!














TWO!!!












THRE-Kickout by FREEMAN!


[HUGE MIXED POP!]

FH: You couldn't beat him if they gave you an hour, Wright! Give it
up!

[Throwing his head in frustration, Wright wipes his hand across his
face and shakes his head. He pushes himself back to his feet and pulls
Freeman up, placing him into a standing headscissors and hooking
Freeman's arms.]

CL: Reign Supreme! Wright's going to finish Freeman off with his
patented double-underhook piledriver!

[Supreme attempts to lift Freeman into the air, but finds his back
hurting him too much to get him all the way up. He straightens up and
powers Freeman up into the air, but the Australian flails his legs and
sets himself back onto the ground...]




*THUUUUDD!*




[...and tosses Wright over with a backdrop!]

CL: Oh! Freeman counters!

[They both get to their feet at nearly the same time, as Wright lashes
out first with a clothesline. However, Freeman side-steps, hooking
Wright's arm with his. He spins behind Wright, before muscling him up
into the air...]




"OHHHHHHH!"




[...and dropping him across his knee with a half-nelson backbreaker!]

CL: WHAT A BACKBREAKER!





ONE!!!














TWO!!!












THRE-NO!!!


[HUGE POP!]

CL: Wright kicks out! Both of these men have to be wondering just what
it's going to take to put the other away!

FH: Fire. Acid. A baseball bat. The British Yakuza...there's still
plenty of options.

[Looking every bit as frustrated as Wright was moments ago, Freeman
shakes his head and stomps Wright, before grabbing his legs and trying
to turn him over into the Deep Freeze once more! PANIC POP!]

FH: Or the Deep Freeze! That'll end it real quick!

CL: Wright's fighting it! He already knows how painful that hold is
and with his back in the condition it is, he just might not survive it
again!

FH: He wouldn't have survived it the first time, either if it wasn't
for the damn bell!

[Supreme desperately tries to avoid being turned over, grabbing a
handful of Freeman's hair...and pulling him forward, before smashing
him in the jaw with a palm strike! Stunned, Freeman is then shoved off
into the ropes...]

CL: Wright breaks free!

[...and right into Supreme's waiting arms. Wright grabs Freeman into a
front waistlock and suddenly pivots around, before sloppily tossing
Freeman over his head in a belly-to-belly suplex...]






*SMAAAAAAAAAACK-THUUUUDDDDD!!*







[...right into the turnbuckles! SHOCKED POP!]

CL: WRIGHT SUPLEXED HIM RIGHT INTO THE CORNER!

FH: In the words of some announcer far lesser than I...GREAT GOOGILY
MOOGILY!

CL: Freeman landed BADLY on that. There was no way to protect himself
hitting the turnbuckles like that.

[Supreme gets to his knees and surveys the damage done, noticing
Freeman sprawled at an unsightly angle in the corner. He gets to the
corner and harshly tosses Freeman out into the middle of the ring,
before swiping his arms across his chest, signifying that he's ready
to end the match now! Anticipation pop!]

CL: Supreme's going for it...

[Grabbing Freeman's legs, Wright laces them over his arms, before
locking his hands together and applying...]

CL: THE SUPREMACY! WRIGHT'S GOT IT LOCKED RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE
RING!

FH: The ropes are a long way away! As much as I hate to say it, I'm
not sure Freeman's going to survive this!

[With his body bent at an impossible angle by the inverted Cloverleaf
submission, Adrian Freeman can do little but scream in pain as Supreme
Wright strains with the effort of applying pressure on it.]

CL: WILL HE TAP?!





















[Somehow, Freeman finds the energy to pull himself _and_ Wright across
the mat, towards the ropes. He inches closer and closer...]




*SMAAAACK!*
*SMAAAACK!*
*SMAAAACK!*




CL: OH! Wright kicks Freeman right in the ribs! He's trying to keep
him from the ropes!

FH: I didn't see it before, but this is a sadistic hold! Wright's free
to kick the hell out of his opponent when he's got them locked in like
that!

[Stopping Freeman just short of the ropes, Wright then drags him away
and back into the middle of the ring, before dropping down to the mat
and applying a bodyscissors to the hold! BIG POP!]

CL: AND THERE'S THE BODYSCISSORS! THERE'S NO ESCAPE FOR FREEMAN NOW!

[Freeman tries to hold on, tries to block out the pain...]












*DING*DING*DING*


[CONFUSED POP!]

FH: Huh?

CL: That was the bell, but I don't think I saw Freeman tap!

FH: Aw crap...

[Inside the ring, Supreme releases the Supremacy and falls back onto
the canvas, burying his face in his hands. Meanwhile, Adrian Freeman
rolls out of the ring, limping, kicking the guardrail in frustration
as both men already realize what happened...]

HD: Ladies and gentlemen, the five minute overtime period has EXPIRED!
Therefore, this match is declared a...


....DRAW!!


[HUGE BOOS!]

CL: What a match, what a display of wrestling! There might not have
been a winner, but I don't think this will be the last we'll see from
these two.

FH: All that and we just end up with another draw!? That was more
pointless than your existence, Lester!

CL: While, some may be dissapointed that the outcome was a draw ...
Reading between the lines _both_ of these superstars look like they
are quickly going to become a strong force in the PVW.

FH: Freeman did look pretty good, I will give you that.

CL: And, Supreme Wright.

FH: I guess him too.

CL: Welcome to the PVW to both Supreme Wright and Adrian Freeman.

FH: Still ... a draw?  That's like kissing your sister ...

CL: I wouldn't know anything about that, but even though the outcome
ended in a draw that was a great way to open up the night.  You can
bet there will be a rematch between these two in the future.

FH: Hopefully in a no-time limit match.

CL: We only have so much air time, Fred ... but, we were able to get a
nice look at both of these men.  Supreme Wright came into the PVW with
a ton of hype.  While, Adrian Freeman is a house hold name in the
wrestling industry.

FH: If, PVW fans didn't know either one of these guys ... They do now.

[He keeps his head down, a wet towel draped across the back of his
shoulders and his hand held up so that Yllana can wrap his wrist in
tape. She winds the tape around his wrist as Rob turns only the
slightest bit, acknowledging the presence of the camera. He shakes his
head a little...]

RC: I have nothing to say.

[The camera remains for a moment. The former heavyweight champion
still doesn't say anything and his wife continues to wrap his wrists.
We can see healing bruises on his back, several scars from previous
wars, and the scar tissue from a severe burn several years back
beneath the back of his right side. As Yllana finishes the job and the
former champion lowers his hand... he lifts the other and she starts
on it.]

YC: They're still here. They want more... as always.

RC: I have nothing to say... I'm gonna' bleed enough tonight and they
don't need to know anything more. This is the end of a brutal chapter
in the PVW... it's going to have to be enough. There's nothing more to
be said. There's nothing. William Craven... I've said all I have to
say to him, about him, or about this situation. There's nothing more
than the wire and the blood and tonight.

[Cole still doesn't turn... and the camera continues to watch Yllana
wind the tape around his wrist for a moment longer. His left arm
already has tape above the elbow and we can see the yellowed fading of
some deep bruises peeking from beneath, along his triceps. The camera
begins to move back from the locker room leaving the couple to their
preparation.]

CL: Only Rob Cole has the right mind frame for Barbwire Hell ... He
faced Spectre in the original and that was the match that put PVW on
the map back at End Game I.

FH: How nice of Rob to bring the man of the house, Yllana with him
tonight.

CL: Oh brother ... hopefully Craven is as ready as Rob Cole.

FH: Don't worry about the Motor City Madman he is always ready.

CL: Next up ... We have two veterans ... Two men who have held quite a
bit of influence over the PVW locker room ... Sinister looks to
finally get some revenge against the Biz.

FH: The Biz rejoined the PVW and has made a huge impact already.  He
sent Tommy Ryder packing with a fireball.  And then he sent Caleb
Foley packing.  Maybe we will get lucky and tonight he will send
Sinister packing and the locker room can begin to thrive.

[The lights go out and spotlights shine on the top of the stage as "I
Will Be Heard" by Hatebreed begins to play plays over the PA system.]

##
Now is the time for me to rise to my feet
Wipe your spit from my face
Wipe these tears from my eyes
##

[The fans begin to boo as they await the arrival of one of the most
hated men in PVW.]

##
Now is the time for me to rise to my feet
Wipe your spit from my face
Wipe these tears from my eyes
##

[Out walks from behind the backstage curtains The Biz, Mike Bisignano
wearing a plain black hoodie, a pair of black fighter shorts, black
fighting gloves, black kickpads, and black wrestling boots. The hood
is pulled over his head hiding his face as he just stands at the top
of the entrance ramp.]

CL:  And it appears the split is legitimate, as JDM Superstar is not
joining The Biz to the ring tonight.

FH:  He would only be a distraction tonight.  The Biz needs to keep
his total focus on taking down Sinister and becoming the centerpiece
of the locker room.

##
I've got to take my life back
One chance to make it right
I've gotta have my voice be heard
And bring meaning to this life
##

['The Biz' begins to walk down the aisle to the ring and refuses to
even acknowledge the fans as he heads to the ring.]

##
Cause I've trusted for nothing
I've been led astray
I've been tried and tested
But I won't accept defeat
Now I've done things I regret
And its time to reverse the rules
I just want to make good on
All the promises that I have made

I will be
##

CL:  The Biz certainly appears focused on the task at hand tonight.

FH:  It's a big opportunity, Chip.  You want to be the man back there,
you gotta beat the man... and that's exactly what he's going to do
tonight.

[The Biz stops in mid aisle and stares at the ring. He pulls the hood
off his head and looks around at the crowd. A snarky smirk grows on
his face as he continues moving forward towards the ringside area.]

##
I will be...I will be heard
I will be...I will be heard

Now is the time for me to rise to my feet (I will be heard)
Wipe your spit from my face
Wipe these tears from my eyes (I will be heard)
##

[Once he reaches the ringside area, 'The Biz' proceeds to remove his
hoodie before climbing on the ring apron and into the ring.]

##
Through the worst we prevail
So our voices will be heard
Through the worst we prevail
So our voices will be heard
Through the worst we prevail
So our voices will be heard
Through the worst we prevail
So our voices will be
##

[The music fades out as The Biz walks into his respective corner and
just leans forward into it so his forehead is resting on it with his
back facing the ring announcer and referee.]

HD:  Introducing first!  From New York City, New York... he weighs in
at two hundred pounds... this is...



!!! MIKE "THE BIZ" BISIGNANO !!!



[The Biz lifts his head and just begins to pound on the turnbuckle pad
with his fists as he awaits the match to begin.  The music cuts out,
and is immediately replaced by "Schism" by Tool, which causes the
crowd to go from hatred to immediate cheers.]

CL:  And here comes the veteran locker room leader himself, and this
man has a bone to pick with The Biz tonight.

FH:  He'd better not get his hopes up... The Biz is completely focused
now that he's cut the dead weight.

[The 6'11" leader of the locker room steps out from the back, and
immediately locks eyes with Mike Bisignano inside the ring.  Sinister
offers a few high-fives to the fans along the aisle, but never lets
his eyes stray from his opponent even as he makes his way up the
ringsteps and enters the ring.]

HD:  And his opponent... he hails from Chicago, Illinois and weighs in
at three hundred pounds... this is ...



!!! SINISTER !!!



[Sinister stares a hole right through The Biz in the ring, raising an
arm to cheers from the crowd as Bisignano glares around at the
cheering crowd before returning his glare to the big man standing
across the ring from him.]

___________    ____       ________________________________________
___  __ \_ |  / /_ |     / /
__  /_/ /_ | / /__ | /| / /           One on One Match
_  ____/__ |/ / __ |/ |/ /           Sinister v. The Biz
/_/     _____/  ____/|____________________________________________



*DING*DING*DING*

CL:  This match is underway!  And it's going to start with... a
handshake?

[Sinister stares at the outstretched hand of The Biz, an eyebrow
raised slightly.  Bisignano shakes the hand slightly, nodding.
Sinister tentatively reaches out and briefly accepts it, pulling back
to avoid the attack that never comes.]

FH:  Now that is a true backstage leader.

CL:  A surprisingly clean start to this match, and we've got a lockup
in the center of the ring.

[The Biz pulls Sin down into a standing side headlock, but Sinister
shoves him into the ropes and plants him on the rebound with a
standing shoulder block.  The Biz quickly hops back up, another
lockup... no, The Biz goes under and behind Sinister, hooks his leg
from behind and trips him to the ground then floats over for a side
headlock.]

CL:  The Biz trying to keep Sinister grounded early in this match...

[Sinister pulls himself to his feet, sends Biz into the ropes... The
Biz ducks a clothesline, and comes off the ropes behind Sin with a
spinning leg lariat.  Sinister back to his feet, and a side Russian
legsweep by Biz and a quick cover!]


!!! ONE !!!



CL:  Way too early to get a pinfall here.

FH:  Never too early to get a pinfall, Chip.  All it takes is one good
shot.  A veteran like The Biz knows that.

[The Biz pulls Sinister up into a front facelock... but the DDT
attempt is blocked, and Sinister lifts and dumps The Biz over his back
to a cheer from the crowd.  The Biz hops up quickly but walks right
into a back elbow.  Biz ducks a clothesline attempt though, hooking
Sinister's arm and leaping onto his back, hooking his other arm with
his legs and dragging him down with a crucifix cradle.]


!!! ONE !!!







!!! TWO !!!



CL:  And again, Sinister's out with plenty of time.  And The Biz backs
away to allow the big man to his feet.

FH:  Come on, Biz, stay on him!

[The Biz nods slightly at Sinister, before going into a clean lockup.
The Biz slides behind for a rear waistlock, Sinister pulls him into
the ropes and hooks the top rope leaving The Biz rolling off behind
him.  The Biz up and running in, but Big Daddy Sin catches him in a
crisp powerslam that draws another crowd cheer.]

CL:  Sinister shook the ring with that powerslam!  And now he's
rolling outside the ring...

FH:  Not enough damage done to The Biz to get you a rest, big man!

[Indeed, as The Biz is back to his feet and takes out Sinister with a
baseball slide, driving the big man back-first into the guardrail.
The Biz lays in a hard kick to Sinister's right knee, and the referee
shouts a warning from the ring... which The Biz abides by?]

CL:  The Biz rolls back in the ring instead of capitalizing on
Sinister's situation.

FH:  Just reminding Sin about that knee in case he had forgotten.

CL:  I'm going to assume Sinister has forgotten nothing about his
knee.

FH:  Then The Biz accomplished his purpose, didn't he?

[Sinister raises an eye at The Biz, who is dutifully standing in the
ring, before sliding back in after him... drawing an elbow to the back
of his head for his troubles.  The Biz clutches at the right leg of
Sinister, grapevining it... but Sinister is too close to the ropes,
grabs hold, and The Biz immediately lets go.]

CL:  Care to explain the game plan here, Fred?

FH:  It's all mindgames.  Lure him into a false sense of confidence...
convince him that The Biz is going to do this clean, shortly before
ripping his knee out of the socket later in the match.

CL:  You don't sound so certain about that.

FH:  Give him time, Chip.  I'm not the award winner at this table for
no reason you know.

[Sinister up, glaring curiously at The Biz, before the duo lock up
again.  Sinister powers him back into the corner, sends him across the
ring into the opposite turnbuckle, then charges in with a running
splash.  The Biz sidesteps the charge, trips up Sin with a drop toe
hold, then drops a knee right into the back of Sinister's right knee.]

CL:  The Biz going right back to that knee he's been targeting for
some time now.

FH:  The man knows what he's doing in that ring, Chip.

[The Biz locks his leg around Sinister's knee, then falls over him and
hooks him under the chin for an STF.  Sinister clutches at his chin,
as The Biz puts more pressure on that right leg... but the duo is too
close to the side of the ring, and Sinister is eventually able to pull
himself over and grab the bottom rope.  The Biz releases the hold
before Referee O'Riley can even give him the first count of his
warning and immediately clears away from Sinister.]

CL:  This is definitely a side of Mike Bisignano we haven't seen
before... no cheating, quick to follow the referee's instructions...

FH:  It's all a setup, Chip.  Just you watch.

[The Biz pulls Sin to his feet, but Sinister lands a hard shot to his
gut, then proceeds to pummel The Biz back into the corner with rights
and lefts.  A hard uppercut knocks The Biz to a seated position in the
corner, and Big Daddy Sin starts laying into him with hard stomps
before Referee O'Riley breaks it up and gives The Biz some space.]

FH:  Now who's the one breaking the rules, huh?

[The Biz barely has time to get to his feet though before Sinister
rushes him with a hard knee to the gut, doubling over The Biz before
connecting with a back elbow square to the temple.  The Biz cowers in
the corner for protection, but Sinister squares up and connects with
another solid back elbow.  He pulls The Biz up, backs him into the
ropes and sends him across the ring, before turning him inside-out
with a vicious clothesline.]

CL:  Massive clothesline by the big man, and that onslaught has laid
out The Biz!  We've got a cover attempt!


!!! ONE !!!







!!! TWO !!!





FH:  Still alive, can't put him down yet!

[Sinister pulls The Biz to his feet, scoops him up and drops him in a
backbreaker, keeping The Biz on his knee and pressing at both ends of
him in a submission attempt.]

FH:  I wonder how long he'll be able to hold this with only one
working knee...

CL:  I don't think Sinister cares about that tonight, Fred.  He wants
to deliver some payback to The Biz, even if he has to hurt himself to
do it.

FH:  What a moron.

[Sinister releases the hold, letting The Biz roll off his knee and
land on his stomach.  This gives Sin an opening for a kneedrop square
to the lower back, followed by a second one.  He pulls The Biz up into
a front facelock, then lifts him high in the air for a vertical
suplex...]

CL:  Sinister holding The Biz straight up in the air, letting all the
blood rush straight to Bisignano's head...

[... before finally letting The Biz come crashing down to the mat with
a thud.  Sinister climbs over The Biz trying for another pin
attempt...


!!! ONE !!!






!!! TWO !!!






FH:  No way, he's not going down that easy Sin.

[The Biz rolls away from Sinister, using the ropes to help himself to
his feet... Sinister moves in and The Biz drives a shoulder into his
gut to buy himself some more time.  Sinister recovers, grabs The Biz'
arm and sends him into the ropes, but The Biz reverses.  The Biz hits
the mat as Sin hops over him into the opposite ropes, and The Biz
catches him on the way back with a dropkick to send both men to the
mat.]

FH:  Did you see that dropkick?  That was a thing of beauty.

CL:  That caught Sinister square in the jaw, and the big man went
down.

[The Biz is slow to his feet, but he's still the first man back up and
makes his way outside onto the apron as Sinister gets to his feet.
Sinister turns around, and walks right into a springboard side kick
that lays him out again.]


*SMACK*


CL:  Big kick by The Biz, and he's going for a cover!


!!! ONE !!!






!!! TWO !!!




[Sinister kicks out with authority, literally throwing Bisignano into
the air and off of him as the crowd cheers.]

CL:  Big kickout by Sinister!  He's still got a lot left Fred.

FH:  Yeah and a good chunk of what he has left was just expended
there.

[Just as Sinister gets back to his feet, The Biz kicks the back of his
right knee taking his leg right out from under him.  The Biz grabs
hold of the right leg under his arm, twisted Sinister onto his stomach
in a half Boston Crab.]

CL:  The Biz wrenching back on Sinister's right knee again.

FH:  Having a one track mind is a valuable trait when you're dealing
with an opponent with an obvious weakness.

CL:  Wow, with insight like that, how could anyone question you as an
award winning commentator?

FH:  I couldn't have said it better myself.

[As Chip sighs, Sinister attempts to reach out for the nearest rope.
The Biz stands long enough to pull Sinister back into the center of
the ring, but Sinister manages to twist his body, grab hold of the
left leg of The Biz and drag him to the mat, locking on a reverse
crucifix kneebar.]

CL:  And the tide is turned on The Biz!  Sinister giving him a taste
of his own medicine!

FH:  Ah, but The Biz is smarter than Sinister, he managed to end up
close enough to the ropes to grab hold.

[But Sinister isn't letting go, and seems to tighten the hold even
more bringing a cry of pain from The Biz as Referee O'Riley begins his
count then forces Big Daddy Sin to break the hold.  The referee scolds
Sinister as The Biz clutches at his knee, trying to shake off the
pain.]

FH:  The Biz has tried to follow all the rules and show what a true
leader he is, and Sinister has spent this entire match breaking the
rules and disobeying the referee.  Tell me how that's fair, Chip.

CL:  This is a long time coming, Fred.  You can't just ignore months
of evil just because he spends the first part of a single match
playing by the rules.

FH:  And this is the guy we're supposed to be looking up to?  You
broke the rules, so now I get to break the rules even though you're
playing fair?

CL:  I thought you said this was just mindgames by The Biz?

FH:  Well... that's besides the point.

[Sinister finishes receiving his warning, then returns to pull The Biz
to his feet... and gets a low blow for his troubles that catches
Sinister unprepared as the crowd jeers.]

FH:  Finally!  I knew it!  That's The Biz we all know and love!

CL:  Referee O'Riley admonishes The Biz for what, amazingly, is his
first real illegal maneuver of the match...

[... but Biz ignores the warning and goes in with a stomp to
Sinister's gut, then hits a dropkick to Sinister's right knee.]

CL:  And The Biz right back to that knee that he's been targeting for
quite some time.

FH:  The mark of an intelligent wrestler, never forgetting an
opponent's weakness.

[The Biz pulls Sinister's knee out from under him in a single leg
takedown, maintaining hold of it as he flips over Sinister's body
snapping his leg in the process.  Sinister clutches at his knee with a
look of mixed frustration and pain on his face, as The Biz lays a
couple of kicks to that knee before locking on a kneebar.]

CL:  Sinister in the center of the ring, and The Biz is really
wrenching that knee.

FH:  I Wonder if everyone in the back will still look up to Sinister
if he's in a wheelchair?

[Sinister reaches the ropes and grabs hold, but this time The Biz is
not breaking the hold.  He wrenches on the pressure all the way
through Referee O'Riley's four count, forcing O'Riley to practically
pry The Biz off of Sinister.]

CL:  I give you credit, Fred, you were right about the mindgames...
The Biz is pulling out all his usual stops now.

FH:  Did you just say I was right?  Hey, we caught that on camera,
didn't we?

[The Biz steps back, but only for a second before going right back to
the leg, rolling Sinister onto his stomach and attempting to lock the
big man up for a surfboard... but Sinister struggles too much, so The
Biz opts for lifting and driving his knee into the mat, not once but
twice.  Sinister rolls over to his back, and The Biz opts for a pin
attempt, hooking the targeted leg...]


!!! ONE !!!






!!! TWO !!!



CL:  And The Biz quickly up and lands an elbowdrop.

[The Biz locks on a reverse chinlock, which he holds for a few moments
before opting to grind his elbow into the eye of Big Daddy Sin.]

FH:  The Biz finally pulling out all the stops... he played Sinister's
game, and now it's time for Sin to play his game!

[The Biz pulls Sinister's head back to the mat, pinning it down with
both hands before leaping and driving a knee square into his face.  He
pulls Sin back into the reverse chinlock, this time with his knee
driven into Sinister's upper back for leverage.]

CL:  The Biz doing a good job of grounding Sinister, but we've yet to
see the death blow here.

FH:  Give him time, it's coming.

[Sinister starts shaking his hands, rallying the crowd into a cheer,
as he maneuvers to his side then starts climbing to his feet despite
the chinlock.  Sin wraps his arms around The Biz' waist and drops him
with a belly-to-back suplex.]

CL:  Big momentum changer, and both men are down.

[Both men slowly climb to their feet at the same time, and The Biz
tries to go low to chop Sinister's knee out from under him, but
Sinister catches him, pulls him up, hooks his leg and lifts him
into a kneebreaker that again drops both men to the mat.]

CL:  Sinister's definitely been trying to return the favor for the
injured leg by targeting the left leg of The Biz during this match.

FH:  A kneebreaker isn't the best option though, he's just as hurt as
The Biz after that.

[Sinister rolls to the outside for a breather, trying to shake the
pain from his leg as The Biz pulls himself to his feet inside the
ring.  The Biz heads towards the ropes, but Sinister pulls his feet
out from under him, before lifting then slamming The Biz' left knee
into the apron.]

CL:  Sinister glaring out at the crowd now, and I think he's got
something in mind...

[Big Daddy Sin raises an arm to the crowd, who cheer in response for
the locker room vet.  He rolls back into the ring... then right back
out of the ring to reset Referee O'Riley's count.  Sin grabs the left
leg of The Biz, dragging him over to the corner and pulling his legs
around either side of the ringpost.]

FH:  Come on referee, he's cheating!

CL:  In a match against The Biz?

FH:  Hey, Biz has barely cheated at all this match!

[Sin pulls The Biz between the ringposts and crosses one leg over the
other, as The Biz waves his hands pleading Sin to stop.  Sinister
looks at his right knee, then at The Biz' left knee... before letting
out a scream, and locking on a ringpost figure-four leglock!]

FH:  How is this fair?!

CL:  It's not any less illegal than, well, pretty much anything The
Biz has done to Sinister.

FH:  Are you really comparing trying to rip a man's leg off with
poking a man in the eye?

CL:  I thought you were all about the cheating?

FH:  I am, when The Biz is doing it!

[Both men spend this conversation screaming in pain, before Sinister
finally releases the hold.  The Biz pulls himself into the center of
the ring, clutching at his left knee, while Sinister hobbles on his
right knee towards the apron and rolls in just in time to beat Referee
O'Riley's ten count.]

CL:  Both men are clutching at their knees... it looks like The Biz
finally understands what Sinister has been going through.

FH:  This is the man we're supposed to call the leader of the locker
room?  A man filled with petty revenge?

[Both men reach their feet at roughly the same point, and Sinister
backs The Biz into the corner with a hard right hand, before firing
him across the ring into the opposite turnbuckle.  The Biz stumbles
out of the corner, and right into a Military Press from Sinister!  But
Big Daddy Sin's knee buckles from under him, The Biz slips out behind
Sinister... and shoves him right into Referee O'Riley!]

CL:  And the referee goes down!

FH:  Time for The Biz to lay in that final shot you were talking
about!

[The Biz chop blocks Sinister's knee out from under him as he stumbles
back from the referee, then rolls to the outside of the ring.  The Biz
shakes off some of the pain from his leg, then shakes his head before
throwing a ringside attendant out of his chair and grabbing the
chair.]

CL:  Come on, this isn't the way we need this match to end!

FH:  What are you talking about?  Sinister deserves every bit of this!

[The Biz limps slightly back to the ring, sliding the chair in then
rolling in after it.  He stands and picks up the chair just as
Sinister climbs to his feet and turns towards him...]


[GOOD NEWS POP!]


FH:  Wait a minute!

CL:  The Biz missed!  Sinister evaded the shot, and he just took that
chair right out of the hands of The Biz!

[Sinister stares at the chair in his hand, then back at The Biz who
has dropped to his knees and propped his hands together begging for
mercy.]

CL:  The crowd is roaring, they want him to use that chair!

FH:  I thought you said this wasn't the way you wanted this match to
end?

CL:  This has gotten personal for Sinister... The Biz deserves this!

[Sinister looks around at the crowd for a moment... then at The Biz...
then at the chair.  He starts to put the chair down... then smiles.]


*CLANG*


[HE ACTUALLY DID IT POP!!!]


CL:  Sinister just laid out The Biz with that chair!  The Biz is down!

FH:  But at least the referee is still down!  He can't get the pin!

[Sinister seems to realize this, as he tosses the chair out of the
ring... then pulls The Biz up, spinning behind him and dragging him
back into a Dragon Sleeper.]

CL:  I guess that just means more punishment for The Biz!  It looks
like we're going to see the Demon's Palm!

[Sinister raises his hand into the air, takes a deep breath... and
jabs his palm into the left pectoral of The Biz, clenching in while
maintaining the Dragon Sleeper.  The Biz clutches at the hand, trying
to pry it off while grasping at Sinister's other arm trying to release
the pressure around his neck.]

CL:  This is a ton of aggression Sinister is letting out right now!

FH:  Someone come out here and knock this referee back out!

[Unfortunately that doesn't appear to be happening, as Referee O'Riley
is starting to crawl over to the pair of wrestlers... just in time to
see The Biz tap out on the side of Sinister's leg.]



*DING*DING*DING*



[The crowd erupts in cheers!]

CL:  Sinister did it!  The ultimate payback for everything The Biz has
put him through!  And the leader of the locker room comes through!

HD: Ladies and gentleman, your winner...




!!! SINISTER !!!



FH:  You want me to respect that guy as some sort of "leader"?  The
Biz tried to wrestle clean, and Sinister was the one breaking all the
rules.  Then The Biz played by the game Sinister started, and he gets
hit with a chair for his troubles!

CL:  The Biz brought the chair into the ring, Fred!  Sinister has
spent years playing by the rules, but The Biz has gone too far!  The
fans here obviously think Sinister's actions were justified!

FH:  Who cares what they think?!

[Sinister is outside the ring, celebrating with some fans at ringside
as The Biz starts to come to.  Bisignano wipes a stray trickle of
blood out of his eye from the chair shot, glaring at Sinister.]

FH:  Look in his eyes, Chip.  This didn't settle anything.  You think
The Biz is going to stand for this?

CL:  Well, for tonight Sinister has put The Biz down and gotten at
least a bit of retribution.

FH: He got the victory here tonight ... but I can promise he didn't
get the last laugh.

CL: With Dean still only at half speed .. Sir Tyler Holbridge has been
taking on a bigger role.   Let's go back stage where he is standing
by.

FH: And I used to think Dean was the annoying one ... Then this guy
showed up.  There is only one Brit that I like ... and he is set to
finish off Senor Cloak Dos tonight.

[Sir Tyler Holbridge stands backstage with a mic in his hand.]

Holbridge:  Good evening, wrestling fans. I stand here before you
excited by the presence of my guest, the first ever Rising Phoenix
Heritage Champion and the man who will step into the ring tonight to
face down his dreaded nemesis in a Crown on a Pole match, I give you
'The Paladin' Christopher Hartt!

Hartt: Hello, sir.

Holbridge: My dear boy, tonight you are set to face down that dreaded
blackguard, Nevermind. How does this make you feel?

Hartt: I'm anxious, really. I've been waiting for this moment the
entire time Nevermind even set foot in this company. He hesitated to
even sign a contract because it meant he'd have to get in the ring and
show his own weaknesses. He's managed to play every angle and throw
all kinds of swerves to protect his fragile ego and tenuous position.

But now, it all comes to a head. Or more to the point, onto his head.
The King of Nothing will be crowned in that ring tonight. It's a
coronation ceremony! Sound the trumpets, toss the streamers. Hail to
the King!

Don't get me wrong, I'm not taking any of this lightly.  I've waited a
while for this and now it's about to happen. This match signals the
end between us.  We'll go on our separate ways and whatever happens
between us tonight, I know for certain I'll be content that I
weathered Nevermind's BS and am still walking, still talking and ready
to move on.

Holbridge: What about that dreadful situation last week?  You seemed
to show no concern or compassion for Nevermind and even attacked him
from behind. And all the dreadful cur did was smile with knowing
content!

Hartt:  Yeah, he got me.  He brought me down and showed me to be
flawed. He's done it this whole time. I don't deny that he's had the
upper hand al along, but his biggest flaw is that he can't stand toe
to toe with me in the ring.  And now he's got me one on one and
everyone will see just how false and useless he really is.

Holbridge:  Well, best of luck to you, dear boy. Thank you for your
time.

Hartt:  Thank you, my lord.

[Holbridge chuckles as Hartt walks off camera.]

Holbridge:  And now we return to you, Chip and Frederick.

CL: Chris Hartt looking tonight finally get one over the King of
Nothing.

FH: And in order to do that he will have to place that crown on
Nevermind's head.  That's not going to be an easy task.

CL: Let's go to the Voice who is standing in the ring ready to
announce our third match.

HD: This match is scheduled for one fall ...  Introducing first,
Wrestling out of Compton, California.

[CALI POP!]

HD: He is known around the wrestling world as the white knight of
wrestling ... SAMMY KNIGHT!

["Hiii Power" by Kendrick Lamar hits the PA system and the California
home town crowd goes nuts. The muscular African-American is covered in
a variety of tattoos. Dressed in red do-rag, wife-beater, jeans and
boots. He takes the time to greet the hometown fans as he heads
down the ring.]

CL: Sammy Knight brought a highly decorated resume with him to the
PVW.  At times his commitment to this sport has been questioned ...
but never his toughness.

FH: He is going to need that toughness and more tonight to take down
the Spectre.

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

Thump-thump

Thump-thump

Thump-thump

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

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

As the music picks up, the lights start flashing in time with the
beat, creating almost a stobe-effect as The Spectre makes his way
towards the ring, ignoring the fans lining the aisles. As he reaches
the apron, the pale skinned grappler speeds up to a run and slides
smoothly under the bottom rope, standing and stalking towards the
ropes in front of the announce table. Climbing to the second rope, he
stares coldly at the announce team for a moment before stepping down
and moving to his corner to await the start of the match.]

CL: They call him, Wrestling's Devil ... The Grim Reaper of Violence
... And tonight he looks to take on perhaps wrestling's most pure
hero.

FH: Everybody fears the dark ... nobody survives the rebirth.



___________    ____       ________________________________________
___  __ \_ |  / /_ |     / /
__  /_/ /_ | / /__ | /| / /           One on One Match
_  ____/__ |/ / __ |/ |/ /           Sammy Knight v. Spectre
/_/     _____/  ____/|____________________________________________



*DING*DING*DING*


CL: There is the sound of the bell and both men circle each other.

FH: You have to wonder what is going through Sammy Knight's mind right
now.  If It was me I would be thinking, Oh crap what did I just get
myself into!

CL: Not to mention you would have to check your tights.

FH: Touche!

[The two men continue to circle and hit a collar and elbow tie up.
Spectre immediately breaks it with a knee to the stomach and follows
through with a hiptoss that splays Sammy Knight onto the canvas.
Spectre follows up with a high raising stomp that Sammy quickly rolls
out of the way.]

CL: Close call ... Spectre just missed and pure survival is kicking in
for Sammy Knight.

FH: Or maybe he wants to get back to the showers and change his tights
too!

[Sammy, on his belly now dodges a kick aimed at his face by pushing
himself into a kneeling position and then rocketing forward, catching
Spectre around the waist and lifting him for a high atomic drop.
Spectre reels forward, but Sammy follows in with a roaring elbow to
the back, sending Spectre to his knees.]

FH: That is going to make Spectre _more_ mad.  You know the best
strategy when facing the Wrestling Devil?

CL: Run?

FH: Precisely!

[Sammy hooks a foot between Spectre's legs, grabs the shoulder and
rolls through with a fantastic roll up]




!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




CL: Kickout at two!

FH: I'm a little surprised it even reached a two count.

CL: Knight is quite capable of picking up the win here tonight, Fred.
How fast you have forgotten Tradition.

[Spectre kicks out and makes it back to his feet just as Sammy does,
both men eyeing each other again. Sammy runs the ropes and leapfrogs a
Spectre back body drop attempt. Sammy hits the opposite ropes and runs
forward with a dropkick ...]

SMMMMAAAAACCCCCKKKKKK

[SHOCKED POP!]

CL: GOOD LORD!

[But is met with a well timed Superman Punch from Spectre, sending
Sammy crashing roughly to the mat.]

FH: In the battle of good versus evil ... good usually wins, but not
tonight Chip!

CL: A well timed Superman punch has turned things around and Spectre
has that look ... that look that we all avoid like the plague.

FH: That look nearly makes me soil my drawers!

[Spectre reaches down towards Knight and grips his arm, pulling it out
straight and driving a knee into the triceps. Sammy reels at this and
tries to get his knees under him, but Spectre raises his knee high
again and drives it down into the triceps, this time grinding his knee
cap back and forth as Sammy yells out, finally able to yank his arm
back...]

FH: Ahhh the sweet screams of pain.  Music to Spectre's ears.

CL: Knight FIGHTING BACK!

[And FIRE off a back elbow to Spectre's face, sending the Goth Warrior
backwards. Sammy stands up massaging at his arm before kicking Spectre
in the stomach, sending him back into the turnbuckles. Sammy follows
in quickly with a shoulder to the stomach. And another. And a third!]

CL: The California fans are right behind supporting Sammy Knight!

[Sammy switches tactics and hits a kneelift, switches legs and fires
the other knee. He finally hits a back elbow and spins through, firing
in a discus punch that finally staggers Spectre. As he comes forward,
Sammy hooks his head and takes him down with a picturesque vertical
suplex.]

CL Big Suplex and Sammy floats over and hooks a leg!




!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




... Kickout at 2!

FH: Desperation cover right there.  This guy has wrestled through
_barbwire_ and Sammy Knight thinks a suplex is going to put him away?

CL: It's all part of the psychology of the match, Fred.

FH: I'm no shrink, but that tells me that Sammy is scared.

[Spectre kicks out and immediately slips up to his knees. Sammy
attempts to follow him but Spectre punches him in the stomach,
doubling him over. He then grips the back of Sammy's head and places
his own head under Sammy's face, then leaps and drops down to his
knees again, slamming Sammy's face into the top of his head.]

CRUUUUUNCH!

CL: PVW's White Knight is knocked off of his feet and blood is
beginning to flow freely from his nose.

FH: Sammy probably wishes he was getting shot again then suffering
through this kind of torture!

[Spectre stands up slowing, touching a hand to the top of his head.
Coming away with blood, but not quite sure whom it belongs to, he
wipes it over his chest as a sick smile grows. After make it fully to
his feet, he backs up and fires a soccer kick into Knight's forehead
and it rocks Sammy hard.]

FH: I didn't know that Spectre played Soccer too!

CL: I'm pretty sure he doesn't.

FH: Looked like it right there...  Or perhaps Sammy Knight just
motivated him to kick his teeth down his throat!

[Spectre looks down at his foe and raises his eyebrows, and without
another second's hesitation leaps down on his opponent and begins
clawing and biting away at his forehead!]

[SPECTRE MEAL TIME HEEL POP!]

CL: Good grief .. Spectre is chomping away like Sammy Knight is a
midnight snack!

FH: Classic Spectre right there.

[Knight thrashes and kicks and the referee is finally able to rip away
the Goth Warrior, getting him off of Knight. Spectre pretends to
oblige, but only to move his way to the turnbuckle, where he
immediately starts ripping away at the middle pad.]

CL: Spectre as usual taking things in his own hands and ignoring the
referee.

FH: Hey, Sammy wanted to play ball ... Welcome to the big time!

[As Spectre is off in the corner, Knight begins to regain his sense
and pulls a hand up to his head, coming away with blood. He looks
immediately enraged and rolls back onto his feet, and charges straight
at the unaware Spectre in the corner...]

CL: SAMMY NOT DONE YET!

[Spectre, who was playing possum, drops to the side and hooks Knight's
feet with the drop toehold, ramming him face first into the middle
turnbuckle. Knight's already bloody face and forehead, suddenly shows
another cut on his brow which starts pouring blood as well.]

[EGADS POP!]

FH: Sammy may be tough enough to take down a gang in the streets of
Compton ... but Spectre is a different matter. After tonight NWA is
going to get back together and make a CD about Spectre.

CL: Oh brother.

FH: Straight out of the Darkness !


[Spectre looks down at the blood spilt from Knight's brow.  He bends
down and whispers something in the ear of the fan favorite.  He then
drives his head forward into the cut busting it open even more.  The
fans boo loudly as the man known as Wrestling's Devil pulls his victim
to his feet ... He sets him up and _drops_ down with a giant force
into
a sounding DDT.]

THUUUUUD!

CL: Spectre just dropped Knight like a rag doll and he is swinging
over for the cover.




!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




... and again Sammy shows heart and kicks out with authority!



SAMMY!!!

SAMMY!!!

SAMMY!!!


FH: Are these fans blind?  Their hero is being destroyed in there!

[Spectre lets out a laugh as the fans continue to chant Sammy Knight's
name.  He grabs and pulls the dazed, Sammy to his feet and sends him
across the ropes ... Sammy comes roaring off and ducks a big
clothesline attempt ... He rebounds and the six foot four / 250
pounder leaps into a flying cross body!]




!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




CL: SAMMY WITH A COUNTER, BUT SPECTRE KICKS OUT!  Both men are quickly
back to their feet and Knight ducks under a haymaker and unloads with
a series of knife-edge chops!

TWACK!!!

TWACK!!!

TWACK!!!

TWACK!!!

[Knight backs Spectre up into the ropes and sends him across now ...
and into a gutwrench ... POWERBOMB!]

CL: SAMMY KNIGHT HOLDS SPECTRE DOWN FOR ANOTHER COUNT!




!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




FH: Spectre busts out again ... You can see the desperation shining
through.

CL: Sammy Knight isn't done.  He is headed quickly up to the top
ropes.  He wipes the blood from his brow as Spectre begins to reach
his feet with a SPLASH!

THUD!




!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




!!! THR !!!




[DISSAPOINTED POP!]


CL: Spectre is refusing to let the momentum change keep him down.
But, Sammy again returning to the top ropes ... Spectre pushes himself
up and this time is prepared.

FH: Spectre isn't just a tough brawler ... He also is quite smart
inside that ring.

[However, Sammy also notices that Spectre is aware and drops down to
the ring apron on the outside.  The Spectre lunges forward like a
madman possessed! And he quickly gets the better of an exchange of
punches over the ropes, stunning Knight and slumping him over on the
top rope.  Stepping through the outside, Spectre stands next to Knight
facing the same way and executes a Russian Leg Sweep off of the apron
and to the floor below!]


THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD!


HOLY SHIT !!!   HOLY SHIT !!!   HOLY SHIT !!!


HOLY SHIT !!!   HOLY SHIT !!!   HOLY SHIT !!!


HOLY SHIT !!!   HOLY SHIT !!!   HOLY SHIT !!!


HOLY SHIT !!!   HOLY SHIT !!!   HOLY SHIT !!!


CL: GOOD GAWD!  BOTH MEN ARE DOWN!

FH: I'm not sure that Spectre even feels pain.  Who would do that to
himself just to hurt his opponent in the same process?

CL: Only Spectre.

[Both men lay on the outside ... Knight's brow covered in crimson red
...
Spectre of course is the first man to move.  And he leans down, but
Knight's hand shoots up around Spectre's throat!]

[POP!]

CL: KNIGHT ISN'T DONE!

FH: What the ...

[Fred isn't the only one shocked ... Spectre tosses a hard right, but
Knight holds on ... He tosses another right and the second one stops
the
come back.]

FH: That's more like it!

CL: Spectre back in control.

FH: Was there any doubt?

CL: I think you had some ... along with the rest of us.

[On the outside, Spectre in control.  He pulls Knight to his feet and
Irish Whips him into the ring apron a couple of times before grabbing
him by the back of his head and laying him chest first across the
steel barricade.]

CRUNCH!

CL: GOOD LORD ... SPECTRE IS PUNISHING KNIGHT!

FH: He should be punished for even being in that one league he was in
before this.

CL: Oh come on now.

[Stepping behind him, Spectre grabs Knight's legs wheelbarrow style,
then pulls back, lifting him up before sitting down hard, driving
either his chest, his throat or his face into the unforgiving steel.]

[FRONT ROW FANS SHRIEK!]

CL: This match may need to be stopped!  This is just _gross_.

FH: Hey look ... Sammy Knight is now wearing a mask ... A mask of his
own
blood!

CL: That isn't even funny.

FH: Maybe not, but true.

[With the referee now on an eight count, Spectre rolls Knight under
the ropes and slides in behind him.  He kneels down next to the busted
open hero and says - "Now are you afraid of the dark?" ... and _again_
Knight's arm shoots up grabbing a hold of Spectre!]

CL: Love him or hate him ... You have to give Sammy Knight his due
here tonight!  Spectre isn't going to win this until Knight can't move
a limb.

FH: And that is just how the Spectre wants it.

[Spectre now pulls Knight back to his feet ... He drives close range
forearm and another.  He goes to whip Knight into the corner with an
Irish Whip ... Knight _reverses_ it and Spectre runs right into a huge
right cross.  Spectre still on his feet swings back, but a bloodied
Knight ducks under and hits an inverted atomic drop.  Spectre bounces
off and hits the ropes and Tilt-a-whirl Powerslam!]

THUUUUUD!

[ROARING SUPPORTIVE POP!]

CL: Knight can't stay ontop for the cover as he has rolled onto his
back and he is breathing hard as he wipes the blood from his eye.

FH: It's a feel good story, but all feel good stories come to an end
eventually.  This will be the same.

[Knight pushes himself up, and meets his nemesis face-to-face once
again.  Both men a little weaker ... both men a little more tired ...
but that doesn't stop them as _FIST FLY_ ... and the crowd loves it!]

CL: FIST ARE FLYING ...  There isn't anything pretty about this, and
as tough as Spectre is ... SAMMY IS GETTING THE UPPER HAND!

FH: Calm down, it's all apart of the plan.

[Knight picks Spectre up ... and Military Press Slam sends him back
down to the mat.  Spectre now in perhaps the first _real_ trouble of
the match lays on the ground looking up.  Knight quickly resorts back
to the ropes and leaps off and lands with a devastating double stomp
off the top rope!]

CL: GHETTO STOMP!  Knight drops down to one knee, but he is right back
up.  He is calling for Spectre to get up ... And Spectre is obliging!

FH: Of course he is, Chip... Did you really think he was going to stay
down?

[And Knight takes off and drops him again with a swinging neckbreaker
and this time makes a cover.]




!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




CL: Spectre powers out sending a message ...

[Sammy isn't slowing down.  He charges hitting a running knee lift
keeping Spectre grounded.  He then grabs a hold of Spectre and begins
to attempt to lock on his Figure Four Deathlock ...]

CL: SAMMY GOING FOR THE LOCKDOWN!  If he locks this on it could be
over!

FH: Come on Spectre!

[And, just as Sammy gets it hooked in ... Spectre has worked his way
right to the ropes and Knight is forced to break the hold before it
really was able to do much damage.  Spectre has now scooted himself
over to the corner as he tries to regain focus ... Knight charges as
Spectre pulls himself and leaps for an Avalanche ...]

CL: Spectre just gets out of the way as Knight crashes into the
corner!

FH: Told ya!

[Now with Sammy Knight in the corner, Spectre unleashes a quick flurry
of body punches, followed by a spinning backfist that leads directly
into a diamond cutter.]

THUD!

CL: Spectre calls that Fata Morgana!  And he grabs the leg of Knight
and turns him over ... Boston Crab!

FH: That's how you do a submission move.

[The bloodied face of Knight grinds his teeth as he tries to use all
his power to break out of the hold.  Spectre finds his footing and
syncs it in even deeper.  Knight tries to break out of it a second
time, and again Spectre is able to hold on and dig down deeper.
Knight ignores the questioning of the official and the fans continue
to chant to fire the home-state hero ...  Finally a _third_ time,
Sammy is able to use all his power and perhaps a little assistance
from the fans and break loose.  He pushes himself up and Spectre
rebounds off the ropes, but Knight catches him with a spinebuster!]

THUUUUUUD!




!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




CL: Again, Spectre breaks out before it even gets close to the three.
Sammy Knight is fighting with everything he has in his body.  He is
back on his feet limping on that leg ... a bloodied mess now.  And he
is calling Spectre forward!

FH: Well you gotta give it to the guy ... he is stupid.

CL: He is also a tough SOB!

[Spectre drills Knight with a big right.  Knight fires back!  Snap Jab
.. Snap Jab.. Left Hook ... Spectre follows up with an ear box that
stuns Knight and then belly to belly suplex.]

CL: Seemed to be a bit of a desperation there for Spectre.

FH: Spectre never resorts to desperation, Chip.

CL: Spectre begins to Bite and Gnaw _again_!

[Fans are shouting for him to stop, but that seems to have fired
Knight up as he uses his feet and launches the madman backwards ...
Knight leaps up with a second burst and lifts Spectre up and drops
down with a big sidewalk slam.]

THUUUUD!

CL: Knight isn't giving up! He is ignoring the pain ... fighting
through the blood loss!  He is proving he BELONGS right here in the
PVW!

FH: We will see about that.

[Both men right back up and Spectre is drilled with a Ghettoblasta!]

TWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!

CL: SPECTRE JUST DROPPED LIKE A TON OF BRICKS!  AN EMOTIONAL KNIGHT
DROPS DOWN FOR THE COVER!




!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




!!! THR !!!




... NO!  SPECTRE JUST KICKS OUT!  That was the closest nearfall of the
night!  Knight has hurt Spectre!

FH: _Nobody_ hurts Spectre.

[Knight calls for the Blood Drop, a hanging suplex dropped into his
DDT ... He begins to set the madman up.]

CL: If Knight hits this it could be over ... And Spectre blocks!  He
isn't ready to go down!

FH: Of course he isn't!  Was there any doubt?

CL: The look on your face said there was.

[Instead Knight is able to lift Spectre up with a big hanging vertical
suplex  and drops down!]

CL: BIG VERTICAL SUPLEX INSTEAD AND ANOTHER COVER!




!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




!!! THR !!!




... NO!  ANOTHER LAST MILI-SECOND KICK OUT!  SO CLOSE!

FH: Not close enough.

[Sammy showing a little frustration slamming his hand onto the mat ..
Then hops back up and then right back to the top ropes where he can be
deadily.  He points to his head calling for a diving headbutt and then
leaps ...

...


...


...]


THUUUUUUUUUD!

CL: SPECTRE JUST GOT OUT OF THE WAY AND KNIGHT'S HEAD CONNECTS WITH
THE MAT!

FH: Now that _wasn't_ using your head, Chip.

[Knight tries to push himself up, but Spectre connects with a brutal
running kneestrike to face of the seated Sammy Knight.]

CRAAAAAAACK!!!

CL: GOOD LORD!

FH: And the crowd goes silent!

[Spectre looks to be looking for an opening for his Destiny's Grip.
Knight refusing to stay down slowly pushes himself up and, Spectre
grabs him from behind and from his Destiny's Grip, Spectre arches his
back and throws Knight up and over in a modified Belly to Back
suplex.]

THUUUUUUUUUUUD!

CL: Destiny's Denial!

FH: Sammy is in some serious trouble now, Chip.

CL: It's looking that way.  What a hard fought match by both men.

[Spectre lifts the bloodied superstar up in his Fisherman's Buster
Piledriver ... and drops him hard with a resounding _THUD_!]

[NOOOO NOT THE REBIRTH POP!]

FH: REBIRTH!  This one is over!

CL: Nobody but Rob Cole has kicked out of the Rebirth here in the PVW.

[.. but Spectre doesn't go for the cover after he hits it.  Instead he
calls over a camera, leans and tells it "We warned you." before
locking on Destiny's Grip.]

CL: Sammy Knight is already out!  He can't submit and this could do
long term damage!

FH: That's what Spectre wants ...

[The referee looks over and notices that Knight isn't able to decide
for himself and calls for the bell!]

*DING*DING*DING*

CL: This match is over.  Spectre has picked up the victory, but he
isn't letting go of the hold.

FH: He is sending everyone in the PVW a message ... this is his
playground.

[The referee demands that Spectre lets go and when he continues to
refuse he calls down more help who force the hold to be broken.]

CL: The damage has been done!  He picked up the victory just raise
your arm and handle yourself with class!

FH: SHHHH... You don't want to end up like Dean do you?

HD: The winner of this match , THE SPECTRE!

[BOOOOOO!]

[The madman looks into the camera with a smile ... He says, "We told
you" ...]

FH: Spectre has returned back to his rightful place.

[We cut backstage ... A camera man is randomly walking around
backstage, his device films the halls, floors and passersby as he does
so. This unintentional filming continues when someone, out of frame
calls to the cameraman.]

Out of frame voice: Is that thing on?

Cameraman: Ugh could be lemme check.

Out of frame voice:Well check it out and point it at me.

[The camera swings around and centers on the man behind the out of
frame voice, Herscher von Donkerhardt. Herscher is already dressed in
his wrestling gear of brown wrestling pants with black inner thigh
lining. Herscher has The PVW American Championship hoisted over his
shoulder.]

HvD: Are we ready to go? Good. Is everyone watching? More importantly
are you watching Fontana. We find ourselves at the culmination of many
months of buildup and promise..and frustration. For months now you
have been sticking your nose in my business for my so called
protection.

Your sense of concern over my health in regards to my career and more
importantly our upcoming match seemed less than genuine. This after
all comes from a man who hid behind his wife during a match. I am not
sure if you were genuine in fact after you took a chair shot for me.
I'm not sure what do think of you, and I don't think the fans know
what to think of you either. But the opinions of myself and the fans
are not what counts at this moment. There is only one question to be
answered, are you ready?

[HvD begins to pace back and forth in front of the camera.]

HvD: The prize is in sight, the one you've made all these plans and
schemes for since you challenged me. Tonight you get the chance not
only to win gold, but the right to call yourself the best technical
wrestler in the world today. Everything you've wanted and everything
you've worked for in this sport theses many years is on the line. You
face off against another man for a title you believe you've already
earned through your actions and reputation..

[HvD stops pacing and turns his back to the camera.]

I'm sure Fontana that at one time, most would have acknowledged your
talents in that ring as second to none. However, just when you think
your claim is beyond dispute, someone new enters the picture. All of a
sudden there's another man in that ring you call home. All around you
people are saying his technical abilities are as good, maybe even
better than yours. Everything you've done, your victories, your
ability, your very reputation is at the risk of being, second best..

You're ego will not permit you to settle for that, after all you are
the best at what you do and you are going to prove this to any and all
doubters. So you challenge me for this match, and do everything you
can to ensure that I have no excuses to point to when I lose my match,
my PVW American Title and my claim to the title of Best Technical
Wrestler in The World Today.

[HvD turns around to face the camera. The normally stone faced
Dutchman has a smirk on his face.]

HvD: But what If I don't lose? What if I win? What happens if beat you
cleanly of heaven forbid I make the King of Armbars submit to one of
the many types of armbars he has mastered? What if I put you in the
Will to Power and you fight and resist and try to get out of that
hold, but you end up having to tap out? What then? You have gone out
of your way to make sure I have no excuses for losing. So if you lose,
what excuses will you have for yourself?

[HvD steps very very close to the camera to the point of nearly coming
in contact with the device.]

HvD: Everything is riding on this match Fontana, for you and for me.
I'd advise you to bring everything you can to this match because who
and what you are will be determined by it. So who and what will you be
come match time, The man who has been a nightmare to all his
opponents, or the guy who hides behind his wife?. Bring me yourself,
bring me The King of Armbars, bring me the Deathless one, and Le
Phenix as long as bring into that match the real Perry Fontana. IF you
do that, then I promise I will bring to that ring, the real Herscher
von Donkerhardt..

See you in the ring, cousin.

[Cut back to ring side.]

CL: Next up is the Coronation match. Nevermind has thrown down a
challenge to Chris Hartt, and Harrt has answered.

FH: It's a Crown on a Pole match. Now, I know they were talking
about a "Crown of Thorns", but I didn't realize they literally meant a
crown made out of thorns. Which is what referee Duke Martin is
hanging up at the top of the pole right now.

CL: Remember- the object is NOT to get the crown. It's to put the
crown on your opponent's head.

FH: Crown. of. Thorns. That has to hurt like hell.

CL: There's a reason the Duke is wearing thick gloves. But the crown
and the pole are set up, so let's get to the match.

HD: Ladies and Gentleman- this next bout is a CORONATION MATCH! To
win, you must grab the Crown of Thorns and place them on your
opponent's HEAD! Introducing first...

[A familiar guitar riff blast across the loudspeakers as "Smells Like
Teen Spirit," by Nirvana begins to play. A loud mixture of cheers,
boos, and catcalls begins to echo throughout the space as the crowd
waits for the man they know to be coming through the curtains to
appear. Several moments pass, and just when it seems that perhaps no
one is going to come through the entrance way into the arena, a large,
dark figure steps out onto the platform.]

HD: Hailing from Seattle, Washington, weighing in at 280 pounds...
here is NEVERMIND!

[The large, disheveled figure is clad in a black t-shirt over which is
a ragged looking flannel shirt with the sleeves torn off. He wears
what appears to be a home-made kilt of black and grey cloth and on his
feet are a pair of very worn black combat boots which are seemingly
held together by the thick strips of silver duct tape wrapped around
them. Long, stringy unwashed black hair falls forward over his face,
which is covered by an unruly dark beard which hangs down to his
chest. He pauses for a few moments, his mostly obscured face devoid of
emotion before walking casually down the aisle to the ring. He ignores
the yelling fans on either side of him and upon reaching the ring,
rolls lazily under the bottom rope. He slowly rises to his feet and
awaits the ring bell with a look of boredom upon his face.]

CL: There is Nevermind... "The King of Nothing"

FH: The key word there, Chip, is "King". Hartt wants to dethrone
him- but I don't see that happening.

HD: And his opponent...

['Unbreakable' by Fireflight plays over the speakers along with the
video footage of Chris Hartt battling many opponents in different
matches. Hartt walks out in a sleeveless hoodie, reminiscent of
something seen in Assassin's Creed, decorated in a medieval red cross
up the front and over the front of the hood. Hartt walks to the ring,
not giving anyone in the crowd any notice, but keeping his gaze toward
the ring.]

HD:...from Minneapolis, Minnesota, weighing in at 245 lbs., The
'Paladin' Chris Hartt!!

FH: And here comes the 'Paladin'. I don't know what one of those
are, but I know he's not a king. Besides, once he uses his 'Lay on
Hands' ability, he's utterly useless in a fight, and can't do damage
for...

[Chip looks at Fred strangely.]

FH: What? Someone left one of those computer game magazines at the
doctor's office. I was bored!



___________  ____    ________________________________________
___ __ \_ | / /_ |   / /
__ /_/ /_ | / /__ | /| / /      Coronation Match
_ ____/__ |/ / __ |/ |/ /      Nevermind v. Chris Hartt
/_/   _____/ ____/|____________________________________________



[Nevermind stands in the center of the ring impassively. Hartt
removes his hoodie and walks right up to Nevermind]

*DING*DING*DING*

CL: Nevermind has been getting into Chris Hartt's head for months.

FH: Yeah- Nevermind is bigger, stronger, tougher, and he has the
psychological advantage. I don't see how Hartt wins this one.

[Hartt starts saying something to Nevermind. The microphone can't
pick it up, but the look of intensity on Hartt's face contrasts with
Nevermind's passiveness. FInally...]

CL: Hartt with a punch! Nevermind staggers back, and Hartt follows
up with a series of chops!]

[Hartt drives Nevermind to the corner, then grabs Nevermind's arm and
applies a wristlock. Nevermind shoves Hartt into the ropes and throws
him across the ring. Nevermind goes for a chop but Hartt ducks
underneath, then on the rebound leaps up with a dropkick onto "The
King of Nothing". Nevermind falls back against the ropes and Hartt
follows up with a Sidewalk slam, taking the bigger man to the mat.]

CL: Hartt with a lot of fire to start this match!

FH: Yeah- but it's early. And Nevermind has something planned.

[Chris Hartt grabs a hammerlock to keep Nevermind on the mat, then
spins over into a front facelock. Nevermind starts to get back to his
feet but Hartt drives a knee into Nevermind's head to bring him back
to the mat.]

CL: Hartt slowing things down here.

FH: It keeps Nevermind away from the pole and also takes away
Nevermind's strength. Somebody must have given Hartt a copy of
'Wrestling for Dummies' for his birthday.

[Nevermind gets back to his feet, and this time grabs the middle rope
to break the hold. Referee Duke Martin makes the count, and Hartt
releases. Hart and Nevermind lock up, and this time Hartt gets a
headlock. Nevermind shoves him off into the ropes, but follows with
him, and as Hartt rebounds...]

CL: Kneelift! That doubled Hartt over. And Nevermind follows up by
stomping away at Hartt!

FH: Nevermind's idea of tactics is "I will hit you very hard." It
works. It works well.

[Nevermind then drops a knee onto Hartt before pulling him back up by
his hair. He starts to get a front facelock onto Hartt, but Hartt
grabs both of Nevermind's legs and trips him up, then leaps up and
catches Nevermind with an elbowsmash to the sternum! Hartt follows up
with a leg grapevine, and twists the ankle to add more pressure.
Nevermind reaches up and punches Hartt, who keeps the grapevine locked
in.]

CL: Neither man has even looked at the crown yet.

FH: It's early. Hartt is keeping Nevermind grounded. And Nevermind
is just enjoying the hurting he's going to put on Hartt.

[Nevermind reaches up, grabs Hartt by the hair, and pulls him to the
mat. Both men get up, and Nevermind swings with a fist that Hartt
ducks, then leaps up with an enzuigiri, taking Nevermind to the mat.
Hartt bounces off the ropes and delivers a baseball slide dropkick to
Nevermind, then runs to the rope and leaps off with an Asai
moonsault...]

CL: Hits!

FH: If this were a normal match, he'd cover. But pins don't count
here. If he were smart, he'd look to the crown now.

[Nevermind starts to get up, and Hartt grabs him in a headlock. He
goes for a bulldog, but Nevermind keeps his balance and shows Chris
Hartt though the ropes instead. Hartt hits the floor, and Nevermind
follows, grabbing 'The Paladin' and slamming him back-first into the
ring apron. He follows up by picking up Hartt and bodyslamming him to
the floor.]

CL: And now Nevermind has taken control. He's picking up Hartt-
Irish whipping him into the corner...

FH:  YES!

CL: Hartt reverses!

FH: NO!

[Nevermind hits the ringpost and slumps against it. Hartt leaps up
behind Nevermind and slaps on the crosswing chickenface around the
ringpost. The crowd starts cheering as Hartt applies his finisher.]

CL: The Avenger! And he has it wrapped around Nevermind and around
the ringpost!

FH: Yeah- but submissions don't count!

[Nevermind manages to pull away from the post and lesson the pressure,
then elbows Hartt in the face to break the hold and drive Hartt to his
knees. Nevermind picks up Hartt and slams him face first into the
ring apron, then cinches in a front facelock. He lifts Hartt up for a
vertical suplex on the concrete floor...]

CL: Hartt... CHRIS HARTT GRABS THE ROPES, UPSIDE-DOWN, AND ESCAPES
THE SUPLEX! HE'S HANGING UPSIDE-DOWN ON THE ROPES!

[The crowd pops at Hartt's agility as he gets out of the vertical
suplex. Back on the floor, Nevermind looks annoyed- then looks in
pain as Hartt uses the ropes and drives his knees into Nevermind's
face. Nevermind slumps back into the guardrail, and gives Chris Hartt
a chance to get back to his feet. He throws Nevermind back into the
ring, then hops up, springboards off the top rope, leaps for a
hurricanra...]

FH: Nevermind PLANTS Hartt to the mat with a powerbomb!

[Both men are on the mat for a few seconds, but the "King of Nothing"
is first up. He grabs Hartt and sends him flying with a European
Uppercut, then delivers a Russian Legsweep. Nevermind picks up Hartt
and begins pummeling away with fists and forearms.]

CL: Nevermind using his size and strength to his advantage, taking
down the Paladin.

FH: Nevermind's been in Hartt's head for a while. Now he's taking
Hartt's head off his shoulders and taking it home as a trophy.

[Hartt uses the ropes to pull himself up, but Nevermind shoves Hartt
into a corner. Nevermind backs up and charges, aiming a knee... and
missing as Hartt rolls out of the way. As Nevermind stumbles out of
the corner, Chris Hartt grabs both of Nevermind's arms, crosses them
in front of Nevermind, and lifts him up for an Overhead Suplex.]

CL: Cross Suplex by Hartt!

FH: He does like those cross moves, doesn't he? It's a theme for
him- maybe even a fetish.

[Hartt sits up. Instead of going for Nevermind, he turns to look at
the neutral corner that the pole- and the crown- are attached to. The
crowd starts cheering as Hartt starts to stand and walk towards the
corner.]

CL: Chris Hartt is going for the Crown of Thorns!

FH; Come on, Nevermind!  I know you don't care about anything, but
even you'd find Hartt winning to be annoying!

[Hartt reaches the corner and begins to climb up. He reaches the top
turnbuckle as Nevermind rolls over and begins to stand up. The crown
is a few feet above Hartt's reach, so he wraps his arms around the
pole and hoists himself up...]

CL: NEVERMIND CHARGES!

[Putting his arms in front of his face, Nevermind runs right at the
pole and at Hartt, crashing into the corner, the pole, and Hartt.
With a loud 'CRACK', the pole breaks and falls towards the ring,
sending Hartt, the crown, and the pole crashing into the floor outside
the ring.]

FH: Nevermind is just crazy! He's been referred to by the Guiness
Book of World Records as the "Most Fearless Wrestler in PVW". He just
doesn't care. Nevermind just doesn't give a sh...

CL: FRED!

FH: What?

[Nevermind rolls out of the ring, and looks at the crown. Instead of
the crown, he reaches down and picks up the pole, then drives it into
the midsection of Hartt, who is just starting to rise. Nevermind
continues to use the pole as a weapon, smashing it across the back of
Hartt twice. Hartt rolls back into the ring, red welts visible on
Hartt's back, while Nevermind slowly climbs the stairs to get back
into the ring, pole in his hands.]

CL: Nevermind's ignoring the crown.

FH: He's not after the crown. He doesn't care about the crown. If
he cares about anything, it's the chance to hurt Chris Hartt.

[Hartt moves a little slowly, but starts to charge Nevermind as
Nevermind enters the ring...

CRACK!

Hartt staggers as Nevermind swings the pole into his chest. Nevermind
raises the pole and swings again...

CRACK!

Hartt falls to his knees. Nevermind pauses to crack his neck before
he raises the pole again...

...

...

The crowd starts cheering.]

CL: Hartt caught the pole! Nevermind swung down on Hartt's head, but
Chris Hartt reached up and caught it!

[With the crowd cheering louder, Hartt yanks the pole out of
Nevermind's hands- then swings the pole at his nemesis...

CRACK!

This time, Nevermind staggers back. Hartt presses on...

CRACK!

... driving Nevermind into the corner. Hartt swings again...



CRACK!



... but missed his intended target.]

CL: HARTT HITS THE TURNBUCKLE, AND THE POLE SHATTERS IN TWO!

[Frustrated, Hartt the lower half of the pole, and charges at
Nevermind, pummeling him with fists and chops. The referee kicks both
parts of the pole out of the ring as Hartt delivers a Pele Kick to
Nevermind. Nevermind hits the mat, and Hartt climbs up the corner,
then leaps off with a Frog Splash...]

CL: CONNECTS!

[Hartt rolls over and sits up, showing the welts from earlier in the
match, and starts looking around for the crown. The crown is outside
the ring, and the crowd starts cheering as Hartt spots the crown ,
under the guardrail on the side opposite the stairs. He winces and
takes slow steps as he rolls out of the ring, reaches out and grabs
the Crown. He raises the crown above his head, to the cheers of the
San Francisco Audience. Hartt turns around...]




CRASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSH!!!



[HOLY CRAP POP!]



CL: NEVERMIND WITH A SUICIDE PLANCHA! BOTH MEN CRASH INTO THE
GUARDRAIL!

FH: The Crazy Nastyass Nevermind! He doesn't care at all!

[Referee Duke Martin stays in the ring, unable to give a double
countout. For what seems like an eternity, neither man moves.
Finally, Nevermind stirs first. He pulls himself up to the ring
apron, grabs the crown, and throws it into the ring. He then rolls
Hartt into the ring and rolls under the ropes himself. As he stands
up, Hartt fires off a punch to Nevermind's midsection, then another.
Nevermind fires off a punch of his own- with the crown in his hands.]

CL: Hartt hit in the face with that Crown of Thorns! He may be
bleeding from that shot.

FH: It's a Crown. Of Thorns. Blood is to be expected.

[Nevermind follows up by raking the Crown across the forehead of
Hartt. Hartt staggers back, and Nevermind whips him into the ropes.
On the rebound, Nevermind goes for a clothesline with the Crown, but
Hartt ducks. Hartt leaps up to springboard off the top rope on the
rebound, and goes from a springboard moonsault to catching Nevermind
with a DDT.]

CL: Stylin' DDT! And now Hartt is grabbing the Crown.

[Hartt raises the crown up, and attempted to put it on Nevermind's
head. Nevermind reaches up to block Hartt's forearms, then headbutts
Hartt to cause him to stagger back. Hartt fires back with one punch,
then a second. A third punch is blocked, and Nevermind lifts up
Hartt. He holds him up in a Gorilla Press, then drops him into a
gutbuster across his right knee.]

THUUUUUUUD!

CL: SEATTLE SLAM! Chris Hartt is down!

FH: If this were a regular match, you could count to ten now!

CL:  Chris Hartt isn't moving and this could be bad for the Paladin!

[Nevermind takes a moment to get his breath- then reaches out to grab
the crown. Hartt is starting to sit up, and Nevermind starts to lower
the crown onto Hartt's head...

.... he pauses...

then, flashing a rare sadistic grin, Nevermind raises the crown, and
starts to lower it on his own head.]

CL: What in the world? If Nevermind puts the crown on his head,
he'll lose!

FH: It's genius! Nevermind might lose, but he only lost because HE
wanted to lose! After all of this, Chris Hartt STILL can't beat
Nevermind!

[Nevermind lowers the crown... Hartt stands up and grabs Nevermind's
arms to stop him!]



[ROARING SUPPORT FOR HARTT!]



CL: Hartt's blocking!

FH: Sure- why give up a surefire win so Nevermind can hurt you some
more. Makes perfect sense to me.

[Nevermind tries to push Hartt away, but Hartt stays in his position.
Nevermind tries to kick Hartt, but Hartt blocks the kick with his leg,
then kicks Nevermind in the midsection, doubling him over...]

CL: SINGLE-ARM DDT! Hartt grabs the Crown...

[...

The crowd explodes in cheers]

CL: AND PUTS IT ON NEVERMIND'S HEAD! CHRIS HARTT DID IT!

FH: Dammit!

*DING*DING*DING*

HD: The winner of the 'Coronation Match'- "THE PALADIN", CHRIS HARTT!

[Hartt rolls out of the ring and begins exchanging high-fives with the
front row.]

CL: Nevermind tried to take away Hartt's victory- but 'The Paladin'
wouldn't let him. Chris Hartt EARNED the victory tonight.

FH: Bah- he's still Chris Hartt.

[As Hartt celebrates the win, Nevermind sits up. Wincing as he feels
the crown on his forehead, he lifts up the crown. Looking at it, he
starts to throw it down...

... then pauses, and puts it back on his forehead. He calls for the
house microphone while Hartt continues to circle the ring, celebrating
with the fans. Nevermind finally receives the microphone and simply
says...]

Nevermind: Long Live the King.

[Nevermind drops the microphone and leaves the ring. As Nevermind
walks up the aisle, Hartt reenters the ring and stands on each corner,
celebrating his victory.]

CL: A great win for Chris Hartt tonight, and he's stood up to the
challenge of Nevermind.

FH: It's almost as if Nevermind expected to lose after his speach!?!
He _really_ doesn't care!

CL: This might have been the biggest win in Chris Hartt's career and
thats saying a lot for a man who has held the PVW Rising Phoenix
Championship and defeated Chase Williams.

FH: What an unusal match followed by an unexpected outcome.

CL: Chris Hartt is wildly considered the heart of the PVW. And he
stood up to the King of Nothing here tonight!

FH: Long live the king.

CL: And long live the Paladin.

[We cut to Sir Tyler Holbridge who is standing outside a door
backstage.]

STH: Thank you, gentlemen. Later tonight there will be a match to
settle all things between my countryman, Christopher Black, and the
masked man from Mexico, Senor Cloak Dos. I will now proceed to try and
get a few comments from the luchadore about tonight's epic battle.

[Holbridge turns and knocks on the door.]

*KNOCK*

*KNOCK*

*KNOCK*

[A few moments pass by with no response. Tyler turns to look at the
camera with a little shrug but then his head snaps back towards the
door because it opens and standing there is a man in a very large
cherry colored cloak. The hood is pulled up over his head and we can
not make out the face, nor can we see the rest of him as the cloak is
pulled close hiding all of the man we can only assume is Senor Cloak
Dos.]

STH: Hello there!

[Holbridge offers his hand.]

STH: The name is Sir Tyler Holbridge!

[A hand comes out from under the cloak and shakes Tyler's hand.]

SCD: Hola.

STH: I am filling in for Dean Hayes while he recovers from his
injuries at the hands of The Spectre.

SCD: My prayers and best wishes are with Senor Dean who has been so
kind to me in my time here at Phoenix Valley Wrestling.

STH: Yes, that is all well and good but tonight, young man, you are in
a war of attrition! Vengeance and..

SCD: Desculpe mi, por favor..

STH: English, young man. If you can not tell from my accent, I am
English.

SCD: Excuse me, please, for interrupting you Don Tyler..

STH: "Don"?

SCD: But I am not here tonight for vengeance. I only seek to bring
justice, to give peace to the Barrett family and to the fans over the
crimes that Senor Black has done. I do not wish to speak more on it.
The time for talk has really come to conclusion, Don Tyler. There can
only be action at this moment.

[Dos extends his hand from under his cloak to Holbridge and they shake
hands.]

SCD: Mucho gracias, thank you for your time and it was good meeting
you Don Tyler. Now, if you will excuse me..

[Before Tyler can object Dos gently closes the door. Holbridge shakes
his head and turns towards the camera.]

STH: Well, there you have it. He does not seek revenge, only justice.
The time for talk is over and decidedly there will be action later.
Gentlemen, back to you.

CL: Senor Cloak Dos appears ready to go ... and all our hearts are
with him tonight.

FH: That masked little punk better be ready ... The Bad Wolf is done
playing games.  Tonight he looks to FINISH things. An End Game at
Boiling Point.

CL: Next up, we have the first of three title matches.  And, there is
quite a few questions lingering with the American Championship match.

FH: The biggest one is ... What, Perry Fontana is going to show up?
He has been coming off less and less like the Perry Fontana I
remember.

CL: A child can change a man, Fred.

FH: Only the weak.

[Mass Hysteria's "Failles" thunders in the Cow Palace, and out of the
curtains stomps a man cloaked under the hood of his boxer's robe...
only this one isn't read, it's badger blue! He turns around, and the
design on the back of the robe appears; under the sequined words "Le
Phenix," a white fleur-de-lys shaped phoenix soars towards the sky.]

HD: From Montreal, Quebec, Canada and weighing in at two hundred and
fifty five pounds...

[Still at the top of the aisle, the King of Armbars turns to face the
ring and cracks his neck, head still tucked inside his robe save for
his dimpled chin.]



HD: "The Everlasting"...



    !!! P E R R Y



              F O N T A N A !!!



[The Deathless One stomps down to the ring to a mixed but raucous
reaction. The fact that cheers now out-number the jeers doesn't seem
to concern him at all, though, for all of his attention is set towards
the squared circle.]



# (Sever the nerves, with a scalpel comb through my faults) #

# (Mined, my body is a battlefield) #

# (My memory plays tricks on me and makes a scene) #

# (Associating anything to everything) #

# (Is it my life that's flashing by?) #

# (What comes out of my soul that I thought so peaceful) #

# (It's a crisis, and everything is reunited) #

# (It's a crisis, always the same that gets piled on again) #



[Reaching the ring, Fontana taps the apron right over the PVW logo and
stomps up the ring steps, slipping between the ropes and into the
ring.]

CL: The Everlasting One is ready for action tonight!

FH: Perry Fontana has been protecting his opponent for weeks now,
preparing to face Herscher Von Donkerhardt at his absolute best just
for the bragging rights at being called the "best technical wrestler"
in PVW today!


# (How much strength will I need to have?) #

# (How much strength will I need to have?) #


[In the center of the ring, Fontana pulls down his blue robe,
revealing that beneath he's still essentially the same man; same jet
black hair, same piercing dark eyes, the same gigantic muttonchops...
but the Italian-French-Canadian's hairy chest now bears a tattoo, that
of a bear marching towards a soaring phoenix, patterned after
California's State flag.]

CL: Interesting artwork on Fontana's chest...

FH: I... you know, I don't get it and I don't want to get it. I mean,
seriously...

CL: Are you saying can't bear it?

FH: Oh god... no...

CL: Is it really so unbearable? I mean, personally, I don't find the
tattoo all that grizzly.

FH: Please stop!


# (I know this darkness...) #

# (I know this darkness...) #

# (I know this darkness where the others are lost) #


[As if hearing the fans for the first time, Fontana stomps to the
turnbuckles, and he climbs up to the second rope, scouring over the
fans around the Cow Palace. For the first time before a match, Perry
Fontana concretely acknowledges the PVW fans' existence. Such a tiny
gesture, but coming from the callous Perry Fontana, it seems huge, and
the San Francisco fans scream at the top of their lungs!]

CL: The challenger is awaiting his opponent.

FH: Finally, we will get to find out who the _best_ technical wrestler
is.

CL: Well atleast between these two ... Supreme Wright and Adrian
Freeman inserted their name in that conversation earlier tonight.

["I Remember" by Low starts playing over the sound system of the
arena. The audience starts to cheer, although they have never heard
this entrance music before, they know who it must belong to. From the
entrance way emerges the man known as Herscher von Donkerhardt clad in
his trademark brown trunks with black leather lining on the inner
thigh, black boots, the PVW American Championship belt, around his
waist. The audience starts to cheer louder as the Dutchman, comes down
the entrance way.]



#I remember every number #



[Herscher eyes are icy blue, and he has a stone faced look of
determination on his face. People along the aisle way reach for his
hand, and Herscher slaps a few of them on the way to the ring.]



#I remember graduation #



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



*FACE POP*



[Herscher goes up to the ring steps.]

CL: And here comes our PVW American Champion ... The last man to
defeat Gibson Hayes soundly in the middle of the ring.

FH: Nobody beats Gibson Hayes, Chip ... you better remember that!

#I remember painted faces#

[Herscher gets in the ring and meets Fontatna in the centre of the
ring. Neither man says a thing as they are eye to eye and nose to
nose.]



#No they couldn't believe #

# It was you I knew #



CL: The referee holds up the title between both men... and we are set
for the American Championship match at Boiling Point!

FH: Let's get this show on the road!

___________    ____       ________________________________________
___  __ \_ |  / /_ |     / /
__  /_/ /_ | / /__ | /| / /      PVW American Championship Match:
_  ____/__ |/ / __ |/ |/ / Perry Fontana v. Herscher von Donkerhardt
/_/     _____/  ____/|____________________________________________



*DING*DING*DING*



[Both men circle one another, looking for an opening as the crowd
hushes for the big technical battle!]

CL: Fontana and HvD lock up. Fontana goes for a trip but HvD blocks it
and drops to the mat for grab at the arm, but Fontana rolls up and to
his feet!  HvD in turn goes for a trip but Fontana blocks that,
dropping to the mat for a grab on the waist, but HvD rolls to his own
feet as the French Canadian follows along with one hand on the waist!
Fontana releases and goes for a tackle HvD... brings him down to his
knees but HvD puts his arms around the torso of Fontana! He pulls
himself to his feet... HvD lifts Fontana up for a gutwrench suplex and
Fontana crashes down to the mat! HvD quickly on top of Fontana for a
pin



One —shoulder up!



FH: The American Champion looking for a quick pin attempt there,
hoping to catch the Deathless One unaware but he doesn't!

[HvD gets up and drags Fontana up by one of his sideburns! But Fontana
headbutts HvD in the gut and then tackles him to the mat again!
Fontana gets up tries to apply what looks to be a figure four but HvD
tries to boot him away and Fontana breaks the hold just in time to
grab the leg that was kicking him and tries to apply an ankle-lock on
HvD!]

CL: An ankle lock from the master of the armbar and HvD Struggles to
reach the ropes! HvD brings himself to one knee and hits an enziguri
to the head of Fontana! HvD then applies an ankle lock of his own but
Fontana is close enough to the ropes to reach them, forcing HvD to
break the hold.

FH: Quick back and forth from both these wrestlers, Chip.... A little
hard to call the action with the speed these two men are working. HvD
stepping back as The Deathless One shakes out that leg and gets to his
feet...

CL: They go for the lock up again... but Fontana with the duck down
and go-behind, waistlock and he lifts Donkerhardt and brings him down
to the mat! Float over into a front chancery and he hooks that arm a
little... trying to bring it behind, but Herscher struggling to keep
it from going! Driving knee to the chest and Fontana hooks that arm
back and floats over for the hammerlock!

FH: A back elbow breaks the hold quickly, and HvD with a quick
snapmare! The French Canadian is up and over... and applies a standard
rear chancery headlock, dropping to one knee and leaning forward to
keep the leverage on. Classic European style catch-as-catch can,
Chip... never much cared for it but it's effective, it wears down the
opponent, and it keeps you fresh for those long matches when you need
to out think and out maneuver your opponent.

CL: Great analysis, Fred! Fontana twisting into the crook of the arm,
looking to dig his chin into the muscle and he manages to sink his
fingers in... and he snaps the other direction and drifts into a
hammerlock reversal!

FH: Donkerhardt forced to eat a bit of the mat... but he's already
twisting his body, preventing Il Eterno from getting maximum leverage
on the hold!

[But Fontana does suddenly drive his knee into the crook of the arm!
Again! And again! Donkerhardt in obvious pain as he tries to twist
away and gets an ankle on the ropes! The referee starts to warn
Fontana, and the French Canadian quickly rises and steps away from the
American Champion.]

FH: There is fury and hunger in the eyes of Perry Fontana, but it
looks like Herscher is a little wary to face the master of the
armbar...
shaking his arm loose after the hammer lock assault, it looks like the
American Champion might not be at one hundred percent.

CL: Herscher has been nursing a pretty nasty neck injury, Fred... that
hammerlock might be yanking on the muscles connecting the neck to the
shoulder, causing him problems. I am a little surprised that Fontana
isn't going for a higher target, though...

FH: Weaken the neck, maybe put Herscher out of business for good? I
know what you mean... I have to admit that Fontana's bloodthirst
doesn't seem to be as evident as normal!

[Fontana and HvD circle one another. HvD raises his arm to signal for
a test of strength to Fontana and the French Canadian pauses in his
circle, turning to look at the fans before looking at Donkerhardt with
absolute disgust. Donkerhardt insists and Fontana reaches his arm up
and the two locked and the free hands also slap together!]

CL: Donkehardt using his height to push down on Fontana,  but Fontana
keeping himself up... struggling to overcome the leverage as he shifts
his stance and forces the American Champion to spread his arms
wider....
And now Fontana lifting from beneath!

FH: Fontana has the grip, and the American Champion struggling against
the pain... but he ducks his body down and forces their arms apart
again.... And rises back to a vertical leverage advantage!

[Both men gain and lose advantage in this test when suddenly HvD
releases the hold, jumps up and executes a monkey flip on Fontana! The
crowd goes insane!]

CL: Beautiful move from Donkerhardt and Fontana crashes down on the
mat. HvD up...  grabs Fontana up by the head!

FH: NO DICE!!!!

[When HvD grabs him by the head. Fontana wraps his legs around the
neck of HvD and locks him up in legscissors lock!]

CL: Fontana expected something and waited for HvD to follow up that
monkey flip, hooking him in that legscissor and twisting Herscher to
the mat! Donkerhardt forced down and the referee in position...







!!! ONE !!!





!!! TWO !!!





Shoulder up!!!



FH: Both men trying to maneuver one another through the course of this
match! Donkerhardt using his height, getting his legs beneath him as
Fontana tightens the squeeze with his legs...  He quickly releases the
hold and transitions beneath, tripping Herscher forward and now on the
back to yank that left arm out!

CL: Fujiwara armbar! But Donkerhardt lifts and rolls through... and
pulls Fontana up with an armbar of his own! Beautiful counter... and
Fontana ducks beneath his own for a reversal, Donkehardt suddenly
releases and rolls forward!

[Fontana spins, expecting Donkehardt to be standing... but instead
finds him kneeling in front of him, yanking a leg out and bringing
Fontana down to the mat with a single leg takedown! He yanks the leg
up!]

FH: Knee to the inner thigh! Another knee! And another! This is what
happens when you lose the killer instinct, Perry... even a foreign
goody like HvD can get the better of you!

CL: And now Donkerhardt with a spinning toe hold on Fontana... referee
asking if Fontana wants to submit, but Fontana shakes his head! He's
refusing to submit... he clutches at the bear on his chest, shaking
his head as he denies his opponent such a victory! As vicious as he's
been in the past... there is a heart and drive in Perry Fontana that
I've never seen before!

[Donkerhardt spins again... but this time he releases the hold, steps
over, and spins his heel across the face of Perry Fontana! The
audience is shocked and Donkerhardt quickly drops a knee to the
head... and then lifts the challenger into a rear chin lock!]

FH: What... wow... that was a bit nasty, the American Champion
obviously showing a bit of anger in his battle with the challenger.

CL: It's not a secret that these two men aren't, precisely, friends...
but some uncharacteristic displays of anger and Donkehardt is
definitely looking for a bit of revenge after Fontana's humiliating
"protection" routine... using that superior height to lay out, forcing
Fontana to carry the weight on his neck!

FH: Smart wrestling,... the referee is checking on Fontana again,
checking for the submission...

CL: But Fontana with a  few choice words... and Donkerhardt is
furious!
He releases the hold... and drops a stomp to the back of the head!
Good
lord!

[Donkerhardt pulls up Fontana by the hair and applies a Cobra Clutch.
With his opponent trapped, he pushes back on the ropes, jumps and
drives the King of Armbar's face into the mat with a Cobra Clutch
Bulldog!]



"__THUUUUUUUD__"



FH: Did you see that move?!!?!! Donkehardt keeps this up and I may
just change my mind about him...

[With Fontana layed out next to him, the Netherlands Submission
machine pulls his challenger's arm and wraps his legs around it,
applying an omoplata that immediately wakes the Deathless One up from
the pain!]

CL: Am I seeing this right? An omoplata?

FH: I think HvD's closing the deal with Fontana's own patented move,
Chip!

[When HvD reaches for Fontana's head to apply the additional chinlock,
Il Eterno fights him right off! Using his free arm, the Everlasting
One desperately bats away HvD's arms, and the Dutchman can't get a
grip!]

CL: Fontana knows better than anyone what would happen if HvD succeeds
in locking in the full submission hold!

FH: Like I've said before, Chip, pride will eff ya!

[The Netherlands Submission Machine leans forward and attempts to
apply the crossface again! Just when it looks like HvD does it, Perry
bites his hand, making the Dutchman recoil! And that, in turn, loosens
the omoplata, and immediately, Fontana maneuvers through the pain to
pry himself out of the omoplata!]

CL: He' escapes!



"__THAAACK__"



FH: Not yet!

[HvD lands in a stiff forearm to the back of Il Eterno's head! And
just like that, Fontana's escape attempt is foiled. The Dutchman
reaches forward and locks in a hand inside the other over the King of
Armbar's, solidly and definitively applying the most devastating
submission hold in professional wrestling!]

CL: AMPUTATION! Dear Lord, HvD's got Fontana in the Amputation!

FH: Wow. I really thought Fontana had this one...

CL: It's not over yet! Look at him, he's not giving up!

FH: That's beside the point and you know it, chip. With the
Amputation, pride will eff ya, and that's all there is to it. No one
has ever escaped!

CL: That's true, but... Well Fontana invented the move, Fred!

FH: So?

CL: Maybe he knows how to escape?!?!!!

[If Fontana knows of some sort of secret escape, then he's stubbornly
keeping it a secret tonight. For one, he's much too busy grimacing
from the searing pain!]

CL: Herscher Von Donkehardt is yanking back and you can see the pain
etched into the features of Perry Fontana, a man who refuses to give
in!

[But suddenly he does make his move!]

CL: He's trying something!

[The Deathless One musters all of his strength to push off with his
feet and crawl forth with his free arm! And all this gets him closer
to the ropes by... an inch.]

FH: Amazing!

CL: Oh, this is not going to work

FH: Extraordinary! Look at Houdini over there, Chip! He's a regular
escape artist! HAH!!!

CL: This is no time for sarcasm, Chip.

[Pushing with his feet again, and again, Fontana crawls nearly three
more inches closer to the ropes. He extends his arm towards the
cables... but he's still roughly three more feet away, and his
strength is waning.]

FH: It's hopeless, Chip. You know that all of the men who refused to
tap to the Amputation suffered injuries, right? Some of them career
ending?

CL: I know, I know...But the determination in his eyes... the way he
keeps refusing the referee's question! Mark Barnett is pleading with
Perry Fontana, reminding him not to throw it all away...

FH: The man has to tap. His only choice is to suck in his pride and
tap.

CL: He's choosing to keep crawling, Fred! There's another inch! It's
slow going, but he'll get there.

FH: In an hour, maybe.

[With another burst, this time Fontana even manages to drag himself
and his torturer nearly two more inches closer to the bottom cable!
Still grimacing, still rocked with agonizing pain all the way down to
his very core, Fontana keeps fighting, and he lunges forth again! Only
this time, Donkerhardt has had enough, and he pulls back on the
crossface with additional venom and vigor!]

FH: What's wrong with Fontana? He's beaten... he knows precisely what
will happen if he keeps fighting! He knows better than anyone else in
this business!

CL: He can't give up, Fred!

FH: Do we need to make my ex sing to make him understand this one's
over?

[Amputation firmly locked in, HvD pulls back with all he's got, and
that pins Fontana to the mat like a butterfly in an insect collection.
The Deathless One writhes, squirms, but he's powerless, and slowly he
starts to wane and fade...]

FH: You should have tapped, Fontana! If your arm's all mangled up,
you've only got yourself to blame! Instead, he chose to join the
fainting club. Lots of manly men in the fainting club, Chip. None of
them better off for it, many of them nursing severe injuries, but oh
they are so manly!

CL: You say that with such sarcasm, Fred.

FH: That's because fainting is for wimps!

CL: If you were the one trapped in the Amputation, I'm sure you'd tap
a different tune.

[Finally, the King of Armbars' entire body goes unresponsive and limp.
The referee kneels down, grasps Fontana's free arm and lifts it...
Lets go...

And the crowd gasps when it flops down flat on the mat like a dead
fish.]

FH: To think I ever rooted for this guy. Getting beaten by your own
patented move... that's pathetic!

CL: Or perhaps this has more to do with how skilled HvD actually is,
Fred. Did you think of that?

[The referee picks up Fontana's arm and lets it go once more.
Unsurprisingly, it flops back down to the canvas, lifeless.]

CL: For this American Championship, HvD has beaten Marcus Manson, and
he even submitted Gibson Hayes. Is it any wonder that he's now
defeated Perry Fontana?

FH: Guess not. Maybe I did underestimate the piece of Euro-trash...
Unless maybe Fontana still has some life in him left?

[Perhaps for the final time, the official lifts up Fontana's arm. This
time, all of the Cow Palace falls silent with anticipation before the
referee lets go of Il Eterno's wrist.]

CL: For the PVW American Title...

[The Everlasting One time has run out, and his arm limply falls back
to the mat a third time!]

FH: HvD WINS!



[HUGE POP!]



CL: Wait wait!

[Before he can even turn towards the time keeper, the referee does a
double take and looks closer! Fontana's hand! He's lifting a finger.
Just a single finger...]

FH: Is that some involuntary muscular contraction or is he flipping
HvD the bird?

CL: I don't know, Fred! But that finger is clenched a quarter inch
above the mat.... The referee is staring...

[Suddenly Fontana lunges, and he practically breaks out of the
omoplata entirely with an unexpected surged towards the ropes!
Donkerhardt almost gets bucked off and the Cow Palace goes wild!]

CL: HOLY MOLY! Fontana was playing possum?

FH: Damned Canuck sure fooled me! I thought he was down and out... but
this is brilliant! An unexpected surge nearly breaks the hold!

CL: But can he make it to the ropes?...

[The edge the element of surprise can give doesn't last forever, and
Donkerhardt is quick to reign the hold firmly back in. And after that
final desperate surge, the Deathless One gets pinned down to the mat,
still trapped in the Amputation... but Fontana stretches out, his
fingertips barely grazing the bottom rope, and just when it looks like
he's fallen short...]

CL: HE MADE IT!



[GIGANTIC POP!]



FH: I never thought I'd see the day!

CL: For the first time ever, someone has escaped from the Amputation!

FH: Don't make such a big deal out of it, Chip. Like you said
earlier... the man created the move, he can figure a way out of it!

[Thanks to the ropes, Herscher is forced to break the hold. The
referee demands a break... and starts to count! One.... Two... and
Herscher releases the hold, rolling to his feet as he steps back. He
lets Fontana painstakingly rise to his feet to a roaring ovation,
clutching his arm. Donkerhardt shakes his head at The Deathless Ones'
resilience... ]

CL: Not a big deal? Listen to these fans, Fred! They can't believe it!
They know how HUGE this is!

FH: Don't blow this all out of proportion like the sheep in this
arena! The last thing Fontana needs is more glory to hog. He invented
the damn move, the guy obviously had some secret escaping technique!

CL: Are you mad? Look at him! His arm's practically torn off! That's
not a secret escape! He can barely stand on his own two feet!

FH: And look at HvD! I think he got him mad, now.

[Clutching what now looks like an utterly useless arm, Fontana takes
one wobbly step towards HvD, then another... And just looks completely
powerless when Donkerhardt deftly takes him down with drop toe hold,
then folds his legs in a Reverse Indian Deathlock!]

FH: And Fontana's worries have only begun!

CL: With "The Will to Power"? You can say that again!

[Deathlock applied on a defenseless opponent, HvD falls backwards on
the mat, parallel to Fontana, and reaches over his head with both arms
to lock in the crossface that would seal Il Eterno's fate... But the
one who grabs an arm is actually Fontana! And he applies...]

CL: AN ARMBAR!!



[HUGE POP!]



FH: [sigh] Again?

CL: Both men are in sheer agony here, Fred! HvD's stuck in an armbar,
and Fontana's trapped in that Indian Deathlock! Neither man willing to
release their hold on the other... Wait! Donkerhardt releases the
deathlock and rolls to loosen the bar, twisting ... and drops a knee
across the back of the neck!

FH: And another knee!

CL: And now Donkerhardt is all business, pulling Fontana to his
feet... he cinches the side waistlock!

[Hvd executes a belly to back suplex on Fontana, but Fontana counters
it in mid air, twisting as he lands behind the American Champion! The
crowd is on their feet as he tries to execute a belly to back suplex
of his own. HvD blocks the suplex, but Fontana counters by putting his
knees into the back of HvD and falling back towards the mat!]

CL: Nasty back cracker!

FH: The question is whether he can capitalize!

[Fontana still underneath a stunned HvD executes a kata hajime on HvD.
HvD struggles to break the hold, twisting his body and pulling his
knees in tight beneath him. Fontana gasps, struggling to maintain the
hold with his damaged shoulder as the American Champion slowly rises
beneath him... HvD counters with a jawbreaker!]

CL: Fontana clutching his chin as HVD rolls to his feet...

[HvD gets up and climbs around the stunned Fontana, cinches a
waistlock and pops the hips!]

CL: German suplex! Hvd gets up, rolling to his feet and pulling
Fontana along for the ride...  and executes another German suplex!
Here comes the trifecta....  AND THERE'S THE RELEASE!!!!

FH: Fontana is folded in half!!! There's nothing left as the American
Champion makes that cover...









!!! ONE !!!











!!! TWO !!!













KICKOUT?!?!?!!!



CL:: HvD can't believe it... look at the shock in his eyes at the
heart and tenacity of his opponent! HvD whips Fontana into the ropes.
Fontana rebounds and HvD executes a spinebuster on Fontana. HvD goes
for a another pin









!!! ONE !!!











!!! TWO !!!







-shoulder up!



FH: Seriously.. what does he need to do to put that French Canadian
sell out away?!?!!!

CL: HvD gets up and grabs Fontana by the sideburns, again! What a show
of disrespect from Herscher Von Donkerhardt... the longer this match
lasts the more frustrated he becomes with his opponent! He sets up
Fontana for what looks to be a vertical suplex.. Fontana goes up but
turns mid air and lands on his feet! Fontana grips HvD and executes a
German suplex.

FH: I thought Fontana was the King of Armbars, not suplexes.

CL: Looks likes he's taking a few pages out of von Donkerhardt's
playbook.

FH: Now why would he want to do that, he's already one of the best
technical wrestlers in the world today...

CL: You say that after Donkerhardt used the Amputation?!?!! Maybe
Fontana wants to play a game of oneupmanship. Besides those moves have
worked rather well for Donkerhardt during his stay in PVW...

[Fontana clutches his shoulder, gasping for wind as Donkerhardt
clutches the back of his neck and rolls to the corner... he uses the
ropes to pull himself up as The Everlasting One moves in!]

CL: Kick to the midsection on Donkerhardt! European upper cut! And
another rocks the Champ... Fontana shoves him deep in the corner and
WHIPS him out with authority!!!

[Donkerhardt rushes in... Fontana following close behind, and manages
to grab the top ropes for a kip up... OVER the rushing Fontana! The
fans on their feet as Donkerhardt snaps Perry back with a German
suplex... and the Everlasting one LANDS ON HIS FEET!!!]

CL: And he takes him down with an armbar!!!

FH: Not so fast... Donkerhardt rolls through and ducks under!

CL: NORTHERN LIGHTS BRIDGING SUPLEX!!!!









!!! ONE !!!

















!!! TWO !!!

















KICKOUT!!!



[Donkerhardt rolls to his feet... and drives a knee right into the
chest of the rising Fontana! As the French Canadian clutches his
chest, the American Champion delivers a stiff elbow to the face!!! The
fans seem a little fickle as boos can be heard when another elbow
forces Fontana into the ropes!]

CL: Irish whip... and Fontana us caught in the belly to belly.... OH
MY GOD!!!!

FH: I can't believe it!

[The crowd roars to their feet as Fontana goes up, over, and then
manages to land on his feet and staggers into the ropes. Donkerhardt
rolls to his feet... and there's a moment of confusion as he stares at
the kneeling challenger! His mouth drops open as Fontana suddenly
rushes and SNAPS an undercut below the jaw!]

CL: This crowd is on their feet! Fontana with another uppercut! And
another! He snaps the quick wrist lock... AND THERE'S THE
CAUTERIZER!!!!

FH: Donkerhardt is out!!! HE's just totally out of it... this match is
in the bag and we're about to have a new American Champion, like him
or not!

CL: If he can capitalize.... Fontana barely able to move, still
clutching that wounded shoulder as he crawls toward the champion.
One.... More.... Inch.... He drops an arm across the chest and the
referee drops into position....









!!! ONE !!!

















!!! TWO !!!

















SHOULDER UP!!!!



FH: Donkerhardt with the shoulder up... proving why he's the American
Champion!

CL: You just said this one was in the bag!!!

FH: Call the match!

CL: Fontana crawling to his feet... he's clutching that new tattoo on
his chest again and I think there's some blood seeping through! He
pounds it once... twice... the crowd is pounding in time with him! I
don't believe it... I've never seen this intensity before, not from
this man!

[Fontana, hair plastered in sweat as he slowly rises to his feet,
turns to face the dazed champion! He lifts one arm and moves in...
ducking a swung elbow! He hits the ropes and drills a knee into the
back of Donkerhardt... who staggers with that elbow and suddenly
CRASHES into referee Mark Barnett!!!]

CL: NO!!! Barnett is down!!!

FH: Donkerhardt was trying to nail that elbow in the face of the
Deathless One and wound staggering into Mark Barnett! And Il Eterno
pulls the champ back with a rear waistlock.... Snaps him up and DRIVES
him back down!

CL: And listen to this crowd roar to their feet! The Deathless One is
looking toward destiny... he pounds that tattoo at his chest again and
leans in to peel the champion off the mat! This is big trouble for
Herscher Donkerhardt.... EVERLASTING BOMB!!!!!

[The impact is brutal as Herscher Von Donkerhardt is driven into the
mat.... And the challenger clutches his shoulder, holding on tight as
he rolls and uses his uninjured arm to hook the leg!!!]

CL: It's over... this match is...

FH: ... NO!!!! No, it's not over, Chip! Where is Mark Barnett?!?!!!
HUH?!?!?!!

CL: Oh good god... Mark Barnett is crumpled against the ropes, still
dazed from that stray elbow Donkerhardt landed on him! There's no one
here to count....

[Perry Fontana still holds the leg in a hooked position, shaking his
head in confusion... the crowd begins to chant.... ]









!!! ONE !!!













!!! TWO !!!













!!! THREE !!!













!!! FOUR !!!



[And "il Eterno" suddenly drops the leg and rises, turning toward
where the referee is crumpled. He leans down... and the crowd suddenly
erupts into boos as someone begins to rush out of the back with a
chair in his hand!]

FH: Derek Weaver?!?!!! What the hell is Derek Weaver doing here?!?!!!

CL: He's dropping down by the apron, and no one in the ring has seen
him... Mark Barnett is finally starting to stir as Il Eterno begins to
measure Von Donkerhardt! The champion rises and Fontana moves in...
and DRILLS Herscher back to the mat with a short arm scissor DDT!!!
Destiny awaits... Perry Fontana can feel it in the wind!

[And he rushes the ropes... ]





*THUNDERING HEEL POP*





CL: WHAT THE HELL!??!?!!! Derek Weaver... with a chair to the small of
the back?!?!!!

FH: He can't stop himself!!! He hit those ropes too hard and Perry
Fontana staggers back toward the champion....

CL: GERMAN SUPLEX ... BRIDGE!!!










!!! ONE !!!

















!!! TWO !!!

















!!! THREE !!!




*DING DING DING!!!!*


[SHOCKING WE DON'T KNOW WHAT TO THINK POP!?!]


[Mark Barnett is almost face down as he counts, still dazed from that
harsh elbow... but the time keeper tosses the belt into the ring as
Donkerhardt rolls away from the pin. He gasps for air.... ]

THE VOICE: The winner of this match.... AND STILL AMERICAN
CHAMPION!!!!! HERSCHER VON DONKERHARDT!!!!

CL: What the heck is going on here!?!

FH: Derek Weaver is in the PVW!

[As HVD struggles to his feet, the stunned Fontana clutches the small
of his back and stares down at Derek Weaver with a fury in his eyes...
he slowly turns as Herscher finally leans back, holding the title
aloft as Referee Mark Barnett lifts his other hand... and the crowd
boos.]

CL: Look at Donkerhardt's face at the reaction from these fans... he
seems confused by this, and Perry Fontana is staring at the American
Champion with disgust. Did Donkerhardt even know that Derek Weaver
helped him?

FH: How could he NOT know? Huh??!?!! He's been given one offer after
another for help over the phone... and now we know it's Derek
Weaver!!!! All those offers, and now the American Champion retains his
title... of course he knew!

[Herscher continues to look confused, turning to ask Barnett why the
fans are reacting the way they are... he turns to face Fontana, brows
furrowed as he steps forward and offers his hand. The look on
Fontana's face forces Donkerhardt to pause and stare out around the
arena... finally eyeing Weaver and the shock registers as he glances
down at his title, then toward Fontana. He points, questioning look in
his eyes, toward the third man as Fontana folds his arms with
disgust... he winces and turns his back on HvD! Herscher turns just as
Weaver begins to slide into the ring, and he takes a quick step toward
the other man... title raised to defend himself!]

CL: Donkerhardt seems entirely taken aback by this travesty, Fred...
and with the professionalism he's displayed through the years, I'm
inclined to believe him. This can't be what HVD had in mind when he
stepped in the ring tonight...

FH: Weaver putting thumb and pinky to his head... telling Donkerhardt
to call him... I think you might be right, Chip. Donkerhardt not happy
with his own win as Fontana continues to stare a hole through him...

[Herscher once again offers his hand... this time, The Everlasting One
relents and unfolds his arms. He pauses... and then slowly puts his
hand out! The crowd begins to roar when Weaver suddenly dives in
beneath the ropes and both men turn to face him... preparing to face
the threat together!]

CL: And here ... WHAT?!?!?!!!!


*HEEL POP!!!!*



FH: Fontana takes a belt shot to the side of the head!!! I knew it!

[Fontana staggers to the side and drops to one knee... his eyes
unfocused from the sudden shot as Donkerhardt stands above him!
Herscher with a running knee to the face and Perry falls to the mat...
as Weaver raises the chair to strike, Donkerhardt holds up a hand and
quickly starts to apply his "Will to Power" on the dazed Fontana!]

FH: He has the "Will to Power" cinched in!  Fontana is helpless in the
Will to Power... the American Champion, our company's greatest
technical wrestler, is locking in the professions' deadliest
submission move!

CL: What are you talking about?!?!!!  The match is over... Fontana got
blindsided by the American Champion as Derek Weaver tried to enter the
ring... and now Derek Weaver is kneeling down in front of Perry
Fontana! What the hell is going on?!?!!!

[The crowd suddenly erupts into a chorus of boos as Weaver grabs
Perry's arm... and begins to forcefully slap Perry's hand on the mat!
Perry screams in defiance even as Weaver RAMS the hand down on the mat
over and over again, "He's tapping! He's tapping! Look at him tap!"
Weaver smiles and laughs as HvD cranks the hold one more time! Barnett
gets to his feet and starts to threaten them with a
disqualification... so both men quickly release Fontana from the hold,
each of them rolling out of the ring! Perry tries to scramble to his
feet... leg giving way beneath the pain of the submission hold, eyes
wide with fury over the forced "tap".... HVD raises his arm in victory
as he backs away from the ring.]

FH: And the American Champion leaves the challenger in defeat... and
with a message on precisely who is the greatest technical wrestler in
PVW today!

CL: I ... I don't know what to say so let's cut back to the man who
has what has been called the impossible task of defeating Gibson
Hayes, AsH.

[AsH, PVW World Heavyweight Challenger, is slowly taping over the last
few inches of his fists. He adjusts, moves, and relays a strap of the
tape down between his index and middle finger and back around his
wrist a few times before laying it down and gripping tight on it,
setting the tape in. His t-shirt and jeans hang tight against his body
and show sweat already]

AsH: I know what you said, Gibson. Going on and on about how I need to
be dead or crippled to stop. Giving out those false, empty threats
about taking the last breath from my body.

[AsH looks to the screen with a skeptical eyebrow raised]

Those words have been spoken, those actions have been attempted by men
bigger, stronger, faster, more vicious and more experienced than you.

[AsH takes a deep breath and smiles, looking back to the tape over his
hands]

Still here...

[He stands up and cracks his neck]

But you're right, champ. You're dead right. Something is driving me
further than anyone else. It's making me get back up and take that
punishment that would wilt anyone else. Yet I stand up, tall, bloody,
probably broken... but not bowed. I'll crawl over broken glass and
burning coals just to spit on your shoes.

But there's a reason.

[AsH raises his hands, still slightly shaking to the camera]

Absolution.

[Both hands clench into fists]

I've spent my career being the punching bag. My knee ligaments have
been replaced so often, they're probably younger than my current
boots. My back cracks if you look at it. My head sounds like a
spray-paint can if I shake to remove water from my hair.

But to stand tall again. Atop the mountain. Atop the sport. Atop YOU,
holding that golden, glittering trinket that previously validated all
of your short cuts...

That makes it all worth it.

All the years spent away from the family. The days worth of
surgeries that got me back on my feet. The months and months of rehab.
The gallons of blood and oceans of sweat that left my body.

To beat you... that may not make up for everything, but it would
provide some level of resolution.

[AsH finally turns his back to the camera]

And while everyone assumes this match to be a foregone conclusion,
they may be overlooking a very important point: I'm not fighting
against a man the world hates. I'm not fighting against the World
Champion or the crown jewel of a tainted regime.

I'm fighting against obscurity and a life wasted in hope of an
unachievable goal. I'm fighting for validation and one last real
chance to be the best and secure both my place in the history books...
and my family's future.

I'm fighting my own legacy, Gibson.

It's a battle I can't afford to lose.

[The camera fades ... and we cut back to the ring where the Voice is
already standing in the center.]

HD: Ladies and Gentlemen. The following match is a Barbwire Hell
match!  It is a no holds barred contest for one fall, with no time
limit, no count outs and no disqualifications. The ropes are barbwire,
and spools of barbwire have, as you can see, been wound around the
turnbuckles and ringposts!

[A murmur of anticipation rises from the crowd.]

HD: Introducing first, fighting out of Hudson Valley, New York.
Escorted to the ring tonight by his lovely wife, Yllana, he stands
6'3" tall and weighs in at 286 lbs.  Here is

RRRRRRRRRRRROB...

              ...COOOOOOOOOOOOLE!

[The lights go out. The audience begins to roar in anticipation for
one of the most brutal matches in the history of professional
wrestling when an unfamiliar song begins to blare over the
loudspeakersÖ It starts with a church bell, a rhythm beating out with
the sound of each ring. Deep guitars, bass, and drums echo through the
arena as a blood red light opens on the stage. A strobe effect plays
out at the entrance itself, following the music. Several measures play
for over a full two minutes as the crowd continues to roarÖ The light
flows as if through water, bubbling and constantly flowing over itself
as the music begins to play over the speakers and a large figure makes
his way up to the entrance.]

#Our Star our morning light!
Our diamond shined so bright
I watched it go
Farther than he ever dreamed
I can't take it

No matter how I try
I can't stop asking why
'Cause something's broken
Scarred it breaks my heart
I won't take, I can't break it#

[Rob Cole stands at the entrance, arms spread in mock crucifixion.
Pyro lights the entrance as the sound of Anthrax echoes throughout the
arena. The crowd roars as the former World Champion stalks onto the
ramp, dressed in black pants with a silver barbed wire design down the
sides. His wrists and fists are heavily taped and his wet hair hangs
in loose ringlets about his features. His features are set in wolfish
hunger and determination as he begins to walk down the aisle, reaching
out to the fans and slapping hands with the roaring attendees.]

#In the end
I'm pounding on the door
But it's already over
Too little, too late

In the end
He'll be my light in the dark
when the sun goes down
when the sun goes down on me#

[Yllana walks to the entrance, several feet behind her husband. Sheís
dressed in blue jeans and a leather vest with her red hair tied back
in a knotÖ she walks behind her husband at a careful distance, her own
anger evident on her face. She cradles a baseball bat in the crook of
her arm and steps off to the side as she gets closer to the ring.]

#And when the greatest falls
Heaven and Hell will call
Stand up and fight
On and on his memory screams
I can't take it

Stand up and fight withal
I won't take, I can't break it#

[His wife sits beside the time keeper as Rob ascends the steps and
moves between the wires. His shirt catches and Cole yanks, tearing a
few holes in the process and pulling off the shirt as he holds it up
in the air. He walks to one side of the ring and tosses his shirt to
the audience before turning to face his opponent with a look of
disgust and angerÖ but no fear. The fear is gone.]

In the end
I'm pounding on the door
But it's already over
Too little, too late
In the end They'll be my light in the dark For when the sun goes down
when the sun goes down

In the end
I'm kicking down the door
And I'm taking this over
I'm cleaning the slate

In the end
They'll be my light in the dark
For when the sun goes down
For when the sun goes down#

[The music fades as Herk Douglas steps to the center of the ring again
and raises the mic.]

HD: And his opponent...

*WHUMP-ump-ump*

[With the sound of a thunderclap, the lights go out, and the world is
plunged into darkness.  Wind can be heard, chimed in through the PA
system.]

*Thump-thump*

[Red letters knit into existence on PVW's video wall, reading ́It Gets
Worse!î then unravel to form a single red line.  The sounding of a
horrible heart is heard, the line reverberating with every noise
played over the PA.]

#I'm over it!#

[Those words, screamed in a-capela by one David Draiman, precede only
briefly an explosion of sound as "Forsaken" bursts out of the PA
system and into the arena.  The camera angle switches as tension
builds; red spotlights brightly illuminating the entrance portal and
the crowd waits.
    Abruptly, an intense shower of blood-red sparks sprays out from
    before the entrance portal, threatening to set the whole arena on
    fire.  Rising on a platform from beneath this flaming masterpiece
    emerges ... no one.  The platform that usually raises William
    Craven to the entrance ramp is empty.]

FH: What the?  Oh no, Craven's invisible!  I knew he was magic.  He
could be anywhere ... invisibly eating people's faces!

CL: This isn't really like William Craven but then this isn't any
ordinary match.  This is the match that Craven believes will let him,
I believe, take the place of Rob Cole.

#You see I cannot be forsaken,#
#because I'm not the only one,#
#We walk amongst you feeding, raping...#
#Must we hide from everyone?#

[The music dies all at once as the house lights raise.]

FH: Well that was a little anticlimactic.

CL: And Rob Cole is not pleased at all.

[In the ring, pacing like a caged lion, Cole looks to be beside
himself.  He shouts towards the entranceway, calling out for Craven to
come to the ring, calling him a coward, and, in his frenzy, he fails
to see a green shape slide into the ring.]

FH: Uh-oh!  Anaconda in the grass, Robby!

CL: William Craven is in the ring and Robert Cole does not see him!

[Calling out in shock, the crowd tries to warn Cole but what happens
does so far too quickly.]

*WHACK!*

WC: Do you remember this, Robert!?

*WHACK!*

CL: Two shots to the hamstrings and Rob Cole goes down.

WC: Do you remember when you did this to me!?

[Two more shots as Cole thrashes, trying to get a grip on Craven's
wooden sword.  Successful, Rob doesn't realize that Bill simply gave
him the sword so that he could get a grip on Cole's wrist.]

CL: What's he--GOOD LORD!

[Fairly diving through the ring ropes Bill drags Cole along for the
ride.  Getting slashed on the way out he doesn't seem to care as he
gets a grip on Cole's wrist and the back of his head, pulling hard and
digging the bottom strand of barbed wire into Cole's shoulder.]

WC: YOU WILL BE SACRIFICED!!!

___________    ____       ________________________________________
___  __ \_ |  / /_ |     / /
__  /_/ /_ | / /__ | /| / /           Barbwire Hell II
_  ____/__ |/ / __ |/ |/ /       Rob Cole v. William Craven
/_/     _____/  ____/|____________________________________________



*DING*DING*DING*

FH: I guess that means the match is officially underway, and Killer
Kermit there just drew first blood.

CL: Killer Kermit?

FH: Craven's green.  Kermit is green.

CL: You better hope Craven doesn't hear what you called him, Fred. The
man is insane! Who goes straight for the barbed wire in a match like
this?

FH: Insane people? Masochistic people?  People like Bill Craven?

CL: Blood is already staining the mat in these early moments of the
match, but Cole has managed to tear himself free of Craven and the
away from the barbed wire.

[Indeed he has.  Rolling to the center of the ring Cole seems to have
recovered his wits after the unexpected ambush, standing up and rudely
gesturing at Craven on the outside, roaring at him to get in the ring.
The not-so-jolly green giant licks his sharpened and broken teeth with
an evil grin and obliges, rolling in under the bottom rope.]

CL: ROB COLE ATTACKS RIGHT AWAY WITH THAT BO-KEN HE TOOK FROM CRAVEN!

FH: Craven let him take it to sucker him in.

CL: That doesn't seem like such a good idea now though, does it?

[Rob Cole is hammering Craven across the back with the wooden sword,
exacting some payback for the ambush at the start of the match. Craven
can do little to defend against the blows, so he doesn't even try.
Instead he decides a good offense is the best defense. Getting his
legs under him while Cole is whacking away at him, meaty thuds
resounding through the arena, Craven launches himself at the monster
under the bed!]

CL: TACKLE by Craven!  And the weapon goes flying as both men tumble
to the mat!

FH: This is what we can expect from this match!  Hate and brutality.
Forget the technical claptrap or fancy flying.  These guys just wanna
kill the hell out of each other.  That's wrestling like it should be!

CL: Craven has a hold of Cole's leg and he's trying to pull him over
to the barbwire ropes...OH!  Nasty kick right to Craven's jaw there by
Rob Cole, and he's free!  Both men back on their feet and Cole is
trying to keep the match in the middle of the ring, away from the
ropes.  It seems these two have conflicting strategies with Craven
trying to get Rob Cole cut up on the wire, while Cole realizes the
danger that poses to both of them.

FH: That's the difference between these two guys.  Craven will do
ANYTHING to prove his point. He knows he'll get hurt in those ropes as
well, but he doesn't care. He has Cole scared.

CL: I don't think it's fear on Cole's part that keeps him from wanting
to use the ropes.  It's good, common sen--BACKDROP!

FH: WHOA! Bill nearly hit the barbwire in the corner there.

CL: Cole pulling Craven to the center of the ring.  Things have
shifted quickly from the advantage Craven gave himself with the ambush
to Cole seemingly taking control.  He's got William Craven sitting
there in the middle of the ring and Cole applies a reverse chinlock!

FH: That might actually be a smart move by Cole.  Beating down someone
as tough as Craven is never gonna be easy, but if you can use weardown
holds to sap his strength while giving yourself a breather that could
be a difference maker in the end.

CL: That could be Rob Cole's plan tonight. He's certainly wrenching
away at that chinlock. Craven is fighting it though.

[A clubbing forearm to the back of Craven's head stops the attempt to
break free, and this is followed by another application of the reverse
chinlock.  Again Craven starts fighting it, receiving another forearm
to the back of the head quickly followed by a kick. Cole then grabs
Craven's head and the snapmare which follows further punishes the big,
green man's neck.]

CL: Craven is clutching his neck, but Cole isn't letting up! He's
pulling the bigger man up and... JAWBREAKER BY CRAVEN!

FH: Callin Rob Cole's dentist.  Calling Rob Cole's dentist. That new
yacht you wanted to buy?  Go right ahead. In fact, buy two.

CL: That jawbreaker rattled Cole.  Craven grabs him as he staggers
back.  Irish whip!

[Cole sent toward the barbed wire but the Outcast suddenly drops and
rolls beneath the bottom and drops to the outside of the ring. He
grabs the apron, and turns himself mid-fallÖ eyeing Craven as he
kneels on the floor.]

FH: Close call for Cole, barely managing to avoid those sharp barbs
and unforgiving steel. He's eyeing the green monster and you can see
the fear in his eyes, Chip pure terror!

CL: Caution, Fred, but he isn't backing down an inch as he slowly
drags himself under the bottom strand, avoiding the wire again as
Craven comes in! Cole rolls away from the stomp and grabs the ankle!!!
Dragging Craven to the outside... a huge right! Another right!

[Cole suddenly grabs a forward waist lock and RAMS Craven back against
the apron! He drives a shoulder in the midsectionÖ and suddenly hooks
his arm around the neck and tries to shove Craven's face against the
barbed wire! Cole screaming as he tries to shove Cravens face in, but
the green man manages to keep pushing himself away at the ring apron!]

FH: Come on, Craven! You don't need to taste the steel yet!

CL: Rob Cole trying to shove Craven face first into that strand of
wireÖ AND HE YANKS CRAVEN BACK WITH A QUICK RUSSIAN LEG SWEEP!!!!!

[Both men hit the guardrail, knocking it back into the knees of the
audience! Craven clutches the back of his head as Cole clutches his
arm and rolls to his knees! The Green Beast leans back against the
rail, Cole ducks in and starts to rain down heavy rights across the
faceÖ though Craven covers up, Cole is still assaulting the green
beast on the arena floor! The crowd roars to their feet as Cole just
brings the fight down to the arena floor!]

FH: Come on, Craven! Fight back!

CL: Cole pulling Craven to his feetÖ shoving him back in the Ö

*Blood POP!!!*

FH: NO!!!! NO NO NO!!!!

[Rob Cole nearly rolls Craven beneath the bottom strand, but hauls him
up with the momentum and drives him side first OVER the bottom stand,
and into the webbed strands above! Craven screams as his body starts
to drop off the apron and grabs on as the wire catches in bits of
flesh and cloth!]

CL: Craven asked for the Barbwire Hell match, and he got what he
wanted.  I'm not sure he's happy about that right now though! Craven
is slowly pulling himself off the wire and rolling into the ring,
hissing with pain and anger! And Cole follows him in, ready to thr--OH
MY GOD!

FH: That's gonna leave a mark.  In fact that's gonna leave several
marks!

[Cole went to push Craven back in the barbed wire, but the big, green
monster ducked down, backdropping Cole right into the barbwire covered
turnbuckles! once more flesh tears and the crimson of fresh blood
stains the mat.]

FH: I hope they have the bloodbank standing by, because I predict both
of these guys are gonna need to get filled up after the match. And
here we go! Craven just found the bo-ken on the apron again!

CL: He's pushing the wooden sword against Cole's throat, choking him
and grinding his back against the barbwire in the corner!  Referee Lou
Crowe is laying down the five count!

FH: He can count to a thousand if he likes.  Not gonna make a
difference in this match.  Anything goes, Chip.

CL: And Craven knows that!  He's blatantly ignoring Lou's orders to
break it up.

[Referee Lou Crowe is indeed counting, and Craven very much ignores
him as he keeps choking Cole with the sword, stopping him from getting
away from the barbed wire.  Rivulets of blood start running down
Cole's back and a nearby microphone picks up Craven's voice.]

WC: Give me what I want OR I WILL HAUNT YOU UNTIL THE DAY I DIE!!!

[Cole merely grits his teeth, which only seems to infuriate Craven!
The madman takes a step back, letting Rob Cole breathe properly again.
The Outcast gingerly pulls himself off the wire, but...]

CL: OH MY LORD!  CRAVEN JUST BLASTED COLE ACROSS THE SKULL WITH THE
BO-KEN!

FH: Stick a fork in him.

CL: Don't give Craven ideas.

FH: Heh!  Cover!

[Cole, having been cracked across the skull and driven back into the
barbed wire has collapsed on the mat and Craven tosses the sword away,
covering him while a worried looking Yllana looks on with her hand
covering her mouth.]


ONE


TWO


KICKOUT!


CL: Close, but not quite!  Cole isn't ready to call it a night yet!

FH: He should just end it quick.  He knows how brutal a Barbwire Hell
match is, so why would he want to put himself or his family through
it?  Give Craven what he wants and it all goes away.

CL: Maybe because of pride?  Maybe because of integrity?

FH: Maybe because he's an idiot?

[Craven is firmly back in control and as Cole slowly rises he is met
with a brutal knee to the ribs by the green man, followed by a blow to
the jaw and an elbow to the skull.]

CL: Craven is using his martial arts experience to pummel the monster
under the bed!

FH: And it ain't over yet!

CL: IRISH WHIP BY CRAVEN! COLE WAS JUST TOSSED INTO THE BARBWIRE ROPES
AND GOT STUCK ON THEM!

[Indeed, Cole actually grabbed the ropes to stop himself from bouncing
off them and further tearing his own flesh on the barbs.  A Scream of
pain escapes his throat as the barbs get stuck in his flesh, and he
gingerly starts pulling away from the ropes. Craven isn't willing to
wait, however!]

CL: MAFIA KICK DUCKED!

[Going for the mafia kick to the head Craven's eyes nearly bugged out
when Cole threw himself off the barbed wire, abandoning the attempt to
not further damage himself.  tiny bits of flesh remains on the barbs
and Cole's back is a red mess, but he ducked the kick and Craven paid
the price!  Not able to stop his momentum the kick goes over the top
rope and Craven's leg scrapes against the wire, splitting fabric and
skin alike!]

FH: Cleanup in aisle four!

CL: We're going to need team of guys with mops and buckets to clean up
the ring after this match! Craven is practically straddling the ropes
here, and is very carefully avoiding having his...  important bits get
near the spikes.

FH: I think I can speak for every man ever born when I say you don't
want barbed wire anywhere NEAR that area!

CL: Truer words have never been spoken.  Uh oh!

[Rob Cole, battered and bloodied, has staggered to his feet and
spotted Craven's predicament! He KICKS At the top rope, upsetting
Craven's balance, causing him to sit down firmly on the rope,
something with brings a yelp of pain even from a man like Bill!]

FH: Oh, nonono!  Don't!

CL: Oh, I really hope Craven is wearing a cup!

[Cole then grabs the rope and starts shaking it, bouncing Craven up
and down on it! The howls from the bigger man are inhuman!]

FH: I can tell ya right now, the DVD of this show is not gonna get a
PG rating.

CL: Craven finally falls off the ropes and into the ring!  That was...
I have no words.  These men just want to hurt each other.  I'm not
sure the PVW should have sanctioned another match between them.  It's
gone beyond just two fighters doing their job.

FH: Again I ask, when did either of these guys get their blood tested
last?  Because the guys on cleanup could claim a hazardous working
environment after this match!

CL: Craven is struggling to his feet, but Cole with a kick to the
midsection, and he drops a forearm across the back! He grabs Craven by
the back of the head and rushes him to that wire again!

FH: BLOCKED! Craven holds himself back away from the wire... denying
Cole the pleasure of his blood! Well...  More of his blood anyway.

CL: Craven reverses with an elbow to the ribs, Cole staggers back and
now Craven with a kick! And now he tries to shove Cole into the wire!

[Cole manages to stop himself, grabbing the wire and wincing as the
steel cuts into his palmsÖ he pushes back away from the wire and
suddenly ducks, using Cravens own force to drop him chest first
against the wire!]

CL: And Cole tricks Craven against the wire again! A blow to the
gut... another shot, and now he presses Craven down against the wire,
forcing the wire to cut into the chest as Craven cries out in agony!
An elbow to the back of the head! Another! And he's pressing down and
hooking Craven against the top wire, arms around his head and back Ö
and he just DRAGS Craven down a few feet of length down that wire!

FH: You cant be approving this, Chip! Cole is a monster! He's just
dragging Craven across the wire... gouging steel into flesh! This is
just sick!

[Close up shot of Cole squeezing Cravens head against the steel,
blood flowing freely as Cole grits his teeth in fury! He leans in and
begins biting at the wound!!!! The crowd roars and Cole finally
releases the monster, spitting the taste of him out.]

FH: And that's just disgusting!

CL: With everything Craven has done to Rob Cole and his family you I
would normally say he had it coming, but you're right, that did kinda
up the "eeew" factor a few notches.

[Craven's face and chest, much like Cole's back, are a mess of red.
Releasing Craven Cole turns and walks away, then after a few steps
spins around and rushes at the big man, FLATTENING him with a
clothesline before collapsing on top of him!  Lou Crowe is there right
away with the three count.]


ONE!


TWO!!


THR-NO!!!

CL: Craven kicks out, and Rob Cole does not look happy.

FH: Thought he was gonna go for old Lou's throat for a second there.
Just count, Crowe.  That's all you're here for tonight.

[Cole straddles Craven's chest and starts raining blows down on the
mean, green machine.  Craven tries as best he can to cover up, but
Cole is relentless!  Suddenly, whether from anger or desperation
Craven roars like a wounded animal and somehow manages to flip Cole
off him, ending up on top of the smaller man himself!  And this time
it's Craven's turn to pound on Rob Cole's mug!]

CL: They're just beating the everloving crap out of each other now! No
mindgames. No technique! Just animal rage and brutality!

[Again the advantage shifts as Cole manages to roll back on top and
continue where he left off!  Craven is able to get a foot up against
Cole's chest however, using his superior strength and the leverage to
kick Cole off and away from him!]

WC: GET OFF ME!

FH: I don't think Yllana is gonna want Cole back after tonight. Not
the way his face is gonna look. I volunteer to comfort her. I'm sure
your wife is willing to share me, Chip.

CL: Really?  You're really going to say that with Rob Cole within
earshot?

FH: He'll be lucky if he doesn't end up at the morgue.  I'm not
worried.

[Cole is back on his feet quicker than the older Craven and sends a
brutal kick crashing into the rising man's skull.]

FH: Then again...

[Bleeding profusely, Craven rises to face the resurging Cole.
Absorbing a number of blows Bill finally blocks one then SPITS BLOOD
IN COLE'S EYE!]

FH: SNOT SHOT OF--no, no he BREATHED FIRE!

CL: Craven must have bitten his tongue or something because that is a
massive amount of blood!  Cole can't see!

[Ramming him bodily against the ropes Craven shoves Cole out.  Falling
to the concrete with a thud, Cole is crushed beneath the awkwardly
falling Craven who immediately latches on with a rear naked choke!]

CL: That's illegal!  Make him break the hold, ref!

FH: Illegal?  Nothing is illegal in Barbwire hell, Chip!

[Indeed, Lou Crowe counts to five but the match continues.  All the
while Craven screams.]

WC: GIVE UP!  Give up or ALL YOU LOVE WILL SUFFER!!!

RC: [Barely getting the words out] Go... **BLEEP**... yourself!

[Not the right thing to tell Craven! The monstrous man pounds Cole's
skull against the concrete and howls again!]

WC: GIVE UP! GIVE UP! OR I WILL KILL YOU IN FRONT OF YOUR WIFE!

[No answer from Cole this time as the pounding of his skull against
the arena floor is taking its toll.  Craven seems to realize this and
gets up off his opponent. Scowling down at the destroyed form of Rob
Cole, Craven shakes his head in disdain ... because Rob's already
trying to pull himself up! A kick to the skull puts him back down and
allows Craven to manhandle him into the ring where, once again, Rob
Cole struggles to get up from the mat, probably more on reflex than as
a conscious effort.]

CL: Craven coming this way.  What now!?

[Grabbing Herk Douglas by the shoulder Bill abruptly stops and
politely asks--]

WC: Pardon me, sir, may I borrow this?

[Looking around, terrified, the confused ring announcer nods and
rises.  Bill pats him on the cheek and poor Herk is covered in the
blood of both Craven and Cole on one side of his face.]

FH: Oh, man, that's ... Herk better get tested after the show!

CL: Fred--

FH: Seriously.  Craven's been known to get it on with Cindy Hewitt.  I
think it's a real concern.

[Craven closes the chair.  Rolling into the ring, he opens the chair,
wraps it around Cole's face, then forces the steel legs together!  The
resulting mass of metal twists to conform to the thrashing "Outcasts
face and skull as Bill falls into a seated position on Cole's back.]

WC: You can't hold your son if you're paralyzed!  SURRENDER!

CL: Good Lord!  Shades of Cole's own win a few months ago!

FH: Look at that, Chip, his head's going to pop off!  I don't think
Cole could surrender now if he wanted to!

RC: N--N--ARGH! NEVER!

[The scream of frustration from Craven is downright terrifying as he
stands up and throws the chair away and out of the ring.]

CL: Rob Cole will not give up, and Craven is beside himself with
anger!

FH: Well, then Cole is a moron.  It all ends if he gives Craven what
he wants!  The threats to his family.  Everything is over, but dumb
pride is stopping him.

[Craven pulls Cole to his feet and then throws him with terrifying
force into the ropes!]

FH: And Cole hits the wire!!! Look at the pain on his face, Chip! So
much for the Legend of Rob Cole, once the wire cuts into the flesh,
the monster psycho is just as mortal as the rest of us!

CL: Cole with his back caught by the wire, trying to move his arm up
and over so he can pull the barbs out of his skin, no one has ever
doubted Cole's mortality, Fred. The man in that ring has never claimed
to be anything more than what he is a battered brawler approaching
middle age, a former champion, and the man who is pulling the barbs
from what remains of his own skin so he can stay in this fight!

[Craven suddenly moves in on Cole, but gets a head-butt to the
midsection! Cole grabs a forward waist lock and pops his him up and
back... his body pressing back against the wire again! The back body
drop seems to be heading over the top... WHEN THE WIRE BREAKS!!!]

FH: GOOD LORD!!!! WHAT THE HELL?!?1?!!!

CL: Oh my god! Rob Cole tried to back body drop Craven up and over the
wire, but the wire broke and now both men just dumped to the
outside!!! The wire sprang in on them both, wrapping them up together
on that arena floorÖ they're tangled together and this doesn't look
good at all!

FH: Oh good lordÖ and Rob Cole is just rubbing a handful of that wire
across the face of William Craven! He's not even letting the referee
cut them looseÖ he's struggling and getting himself and Craven even
more tangled in that mess!

[Cole suddenly grabs the wire cutters from the refereeÖ and brings
them down point first across the skull of William Craven! He gashes
the point of the cutters down into the wound, snarling as the wire
pulls against his own arms with the motion! He finally turns and
begins to cut himself loose, rolling away from the tangled Craven as
he pulls loose bits of wire from himself! He shoves the cutters into
his pants pocketÖ and folds a bit of wire in his hand, twisting it as
he approaches the bloody Craven!]

CL: AND THEREíS A WHIP ACROSS THE BACK!!!! ANOTHER!!!! Good lord, Rob
Cole is using that twisted wire as a whip and just brings it cutting
across the back of William Craven! Another shot! And another!

FH: This is sick.

[Cole then grabs the loose end of the wireÖ and suddenly loops it
around Craven's head, yanking back on it as he screams! "This is what
you wanted, Bill! THIS IS IT!!!"  he yanks the wire free and takes a
few steps back. He calls for something from the fans, and toasting a
beer toward Craven, Cole guzzles, and spits in his opponents face,
adding insult to injury!]

FH: This is ridiculous, now he's just pouring the rest of the contents
down over Craven! This is such obvious disrespect!!!

CL: No, it's more than that, the alcohol has to burn in those wounds,
those fresh wounds have to be burning, whether Craven knows it or not
the muscles react to the stimulation! This snit just humiliation from
Cole, Fred, this is pure brutality!

[With the tide of the match turned once again this time it's Cole's
turn to go for the kill. He grabs Craven by the ears, pulling him up.]

CL! SNAP SUPLEX RIGHT INTO THAT TANGLE OF BARBED WIRE!

FH: Even Craven's scars will have scars after tonight!

[Cole himself did not escape unscathed either as he sits back up,
painfully pulling pieces of barbed wire out of his skin once again.
He looks over at Yllana at ringside who still looks concerned, but is
now cheering her husband now that he's in control.  Grabbing the piece
of wire he whipped Craven with Cole wraps it around Bill's neck and
throat, forcing him up to his feet.]

CL: What is he---?

[Cole drags a dazed Craven over to the rinsteps by the barbwire leash,
using them to climb to the apron while Craven remains on the floor.
Standing there above Craven Cole glares down on him, and then leaps
down from the apron on the other side of the steps...]

FL: OUCH!

CL: MY LORD!

** "DAMN, HE KILLED HIM!" POP **

[As he dropped to the floor Cole pulled Craven along by the barbwire
leash, planting him face first on the steel steps! Finally he rolls
Craven into the ring.]

CL: This is over.  I mean, this has to be it!  Neither man can
possibly take much more.

FL: I think I see Craven's face imprinted in the steel steps.

CL: Cover!


ONE!


TWO!!


THRE--SHOULDER UP!!!

[Pounding the mat in anger Cole gets to his feet and pulls Craven up
for a quick, brutal DDT!


ONE!


TWO!!


THRE--FOOT ON THE ROPES!!!

[Cole is livid now! Exhausted he was obviously hoping this was going
to be it. He gets back up, spitting curses and visibly struggling, but
better off than Craven from whom the only movement is the steady rise
and fall of his chest. For a moment Cole glares at him, then a snarl
twists his face and hi pulls Craven up to his feet and locks in the
Cobra Clutch!]

CL: This is it!

[Craven struggles desperately at first, but with the punishment he has
taken he soon grows quiet.  Referee Crowe immediately checks the big
man's hand and it falls.]

Once!

Twice!!

THIRD TIME'S THE CH--CAUGHT THE ROPE!

** "We can't believe you're still alive" POP! **

FH: Both of these guys are bleeding buckets and bathtubs!  How are
they still alive, never mind fighting?!?

CL: Pure will and intestinal fortitude, Fred!  Cole can't believe
Craven managed to keep his hand up!

FH: I'm not sure either one is human, to be honest.

CL: Human, but as tough as they come, Fred. As tough as they come!  It
looks like Cole has given up on the Cobra Clutch, however.

FH: Craven probably doesn't need oxygen to live.  I bet he can breathe
in space.

CL: Craven and Cole have been brutalizing one another in this matchÖ
and now Cole with a quick knee to the gut, and he hooks the front
chancery! SNAP Suplex... hard take down and Cole is quickly to his
feet! And he grabs a reverse chinlock, and starts dragging Craven back
toward that open ringside?

FH: What's he doing?!?!?!!

CL: Cole releases the chinlock and shoves Craven, head first, halfway
over the apron so that his head hangs off! As Craven struggles to sit
up, Cole lays a stomp on his stomach and forces him back down, and
again, and again!

FH: But Craven is fighting back getting to his feet despite the
stomps.

[Cole suddenly grabs Craven by the head and HAULS him backward off
the apron, sending the big man FLYING into those loose spools of
barbed wire!!! The audience roarsÖ Cole suddenly rushes backward for
some room and as Craven struggles to pull himself from the wire, Cole
comes charging!!!]

*FLASHBULB POP!!!! *

CL: DIVING SENTON!!!!! GOOD LORD!!!! He connects!!!!

FH: Nearly three hundred pounds crashing on top of William Craven! Rob
Cole is a lunatic!!! A dang lunatic!!!

[Both men lie amidst the debris of wire and Cole slowly pulls the wire
from his pants, snarling with hatred as he delivers a quick heel kick
to the skull of Craven. He continues to crawl away, pulling away from
the wire as he pulls himself up by the apron. Craven continues to try
to pull himself from the wire as well.]

CL: Rob Cole is leaning against the apron, staring down at the body of
William Craven as the big man tries to pull himself free from the
tangled wire around this ring areaÖ. Cole continues to pull himself up
to the apron edge, pulling himself up the ringpost as he continues to
stare down at... What?!?!!!

FH: NO!!!! NO!!!!!

[The crowd roars as Cole suddenly charges, and leaps from the ring
apron once more, delivering a brutal hip buster elbow on William
Craven!!! Driven back down in the tangled wire,  Cole screams himself
as the barbs pierce his armÖ he suddenly yanks it up after a moment,
the elbow pad tearing as he pulls and he clutches the fresh
lacerations with a look of agony on his features.]

CL: Craven looks dead to the world, but Rob Cole may have hurt himself
every bit as much as he hurt Bill!  Lou Crowe telling him to take it
back into the ring, and Cole complying by rolling Craven back inside
and following him.

FH: As scarred as Craven is, I think Cole may match him after this
fight. There can't be a spot left on him undamaged. He may want to
take a cue from Craven and get himself tattooed all over to conceal
it.

CL: Again a cover by Rob Cole!


ONE!


TWO!!


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KICKOUT TO AN AMAZED POP!

CL: I can't believe what I'm seeing here! The fans can't believe it!
Even Rob Cole can't believe Craven kicked out again!

FL: Not human. I'm telling ya, he's some kind of mutant like in the
movies!

[Giving the high sign Cole gets a face pop from the capacity crowd!]

CL: Rob Cole climbing up to the top rope!  I think it's time for the
World's Ugliest Frog Splash!

FH: Frog Splash?  He's going to finish the scariest thing to walk the
planet with a move named after a reptile?

CL: Amphibian, Fred, but IT DOESN'T MATTER!  Craven back up and--

[A collective shriek escapes the crowd as Craven shoves Cole's feet
out and the Outcast falls, legs entwined in the top rope, his back
hitting the turnbuckles and catching in the barbed wire!  Heel pop!]

CL: GOD!  No!  This is too much!

FH: Not according to Craven!

[Running over to the corner Craven pulls back both of Cole's arms,
pulls them under the bottom rope, pulls up and _steps_ on Cole's chin.
A tortured scream escapes Cole and a primal one rips free from Craven.
Blood which had actually had time to start coagulating flows freely
once more...]


CL: Too much!  Somebody has to stop this match!

FH: Noone's getting between these guys!  They need to settle their
differences once and for all, and this is the only way to get it done.

[Craven pulls Cole off the barbwire, none to gently if truth be told
which the howl of pain from Rob attests to that.  Positioning Cole on
the top turnbuckle Craven follows him up, and...]

CL: TOP ROPE SPINEBUSTER! The move William Craven... er...
appropriated from Casey James!

FH: He's not getting a submission outta Cole now, because Cole is
dead.  D, E, A, D, DEAD!

[It seems Craven agrees, because instead of putting Cole in a
submission move he covers him.]


ONE!


TWO!!


THREE--OHSOCLOSE!


CL: KICKOUT!  COLE KICKED OUT!

FH: No he didn't!  Those were just involuntary spasms from a dead
nervous systems.  Like a chicken that runs around after having its
head chopped off.

CL: That's kinda morbid and gruesome, Fred.

FH: No more than this match.

CL: Bodyslam by Craven followed by a kneedrop to Cole's head, and
another cover!


ONE!


TWO!!


THR--SHOULDER UP!


CL: What will it take to put one of these men away?

FH: A signed death certificate and actual burial?  And even then I'm
not sure that'll do it.

CL: Craven has had enough!  He's pulling Cole back to his feet!  OH MY
GOD!  THROWAWAY T-BONE SUPLEX!  ROB COLE JUST GOT TOSSED ALL THE WAY
OUT OF THE RING THROUGH THE WIRES ON THE COLLAPSED SIDE!

FH: Fly Air Craven! What goes up must come down.  In many small
pieces.

CL: The stamina and toughness of Rob Cole is incredible!  He is
already crawling on the arena floorÖ struggling to reach the ring as
William Craven rises to his feet and rolls outside... Oh no! He's got
that kendo sword, Fred!

FH: Bo-Ken, Chip.  He's stalking Cole with the sword, taking the
Outcasts measure and preparing to execute him!! This is the end of a
former world champion, the execution of a war crimes criminal, and the
salvation of this whole company!!! At long last, William Craven will
bury Rob Cole for good!

[Craven rears back to swingÖ ]


*THUNDERCLAP CRACK ON CONTACT!!!!*



*SHOCKED HORROR POP!!!!!*


CL: GOOD GOD!!!!

FH: No!!! No!!! It was an accident!!! AN ACCIDENT!!!!

[Craven staggers back and drops the kendo stick as Yllana crumples to
the arena floor, clutching her faceÖ. the blood already streaming down
over her hand as she lies near her husband. Cole turns slightly,
seeing his wife's prone body on the floor beside him and his eyes go
wide.]

FH: He didn't mean to, he was aiming for Cole and... and...

CL: Yllana running between her husband and Craven, taking the shot
meant for him! Craven seems beside himself.

[And Cole grabs the ring apron, pulling himself up to his feet as
Craven slowly turns away from the woman and sees the hatred in Cole's
eyes! Cole suddenly screams and jumps over his wife, grabbing Craven
by the throat as he shoves him down to the pavement! Theories no
wrestling hereÖ just Cole driving the back of Billsí head against the
cement over and over and over again! He delivers a harsh head-butt,
and staggers to his feet!]

CL: Cole is up, and he drags Craven to his feet! He rolls the big man
in the ring and follows after as Craven tries to get to his feet, and
Cole grabs him from behind! THE DEAD ZONE?!?!?!!!

FH: What?!?!!1  You have to be kidding me?!?!!! Rob Cole with the Dead
Zone on William Craven?!?!!! That specialized submission hold, the one
Craven uses to toss people around like rag dolls, rob Cole is cinching
it in and... and...

CL: And Bill Craven's eyes are wide with rage and panic! Cole shaking
him back and forth, keeping the big man off balance as he twists the
shoulder nearly out of its socket!

[We can see paramedics rushing to the ringside, starting to treat
Yllana as Cole forces Craven down to one knee with the hold, he
wrenches back, screaming as Craven struggles to escape! Cole wrenches
Craven toward the corner, and forces the big man stomach first against
the loose wire hanging down!!!]

FH: Craven is cinched in his own hold and Cole is pressing him face
first into those strands of barbed wireÖ and, for once, I just didn't
really hold it against him. Sure, it was his wife's fault, but Cole
snit seeing clearly right now!

CL: Rob Cole pressing Cravens face into the wire. He releases the
hold! Craven rolling from the wire as Rob Cole turns to look at the
men tending his wifeÖ Craven trying to wipe the blood from his eyes as
Cole slowly turns and shakes his head. Good lord, what is he going for
now?!?!?!!

[Cole leans down and pulls Craven to his feet, he wraps his arms
around the waist and gutwrenches Craven up!!! Theories a brief whirl
as Cole turns his bodyÖ AND DRIVES Craven down across the ringsteps!!!
The big mans back arches in agony as he lies nearly upside down, the
back of his head on the arena floor as the small of his back took the
impact of the brutal tiltawhirl slam!]

CL: Rob Cole has this won!  All he has to do is cover Craven in the
ring.

FH: So why isn't he doing that?

CL: It looks like he is more concerned for his wife at the moment. The
Paramedics are working on her and Cole is next to her like a shot,
yelling at them to help her!

FH: Which they would be doing if he would just get out of the way.
Brains was never the strong point of Rob Cole.

CL: Considering the situation I think we can forgive him for his mind
being a bit muddled, Fred.

FH: Hey, I'm honestly surprised he has enough blood left in his body
to keep his own heart pumping, nevermind enough to be concerned about
Yllana.

[Cole's attention is so completely on his wife that he does not notice
the warning shouts from the fans as a huge figure looms up behind
him.]

FH: AND the same thing can be said for Craven!  Somebody check if he's
actually a terminator!

CL: Craven from behind WITH THE BO-KEN!

** CRACK **

CL: HE JUST SHATTERED THAT WOODEN SWORD ACROSS ROB COLE'S SKULL!  HE
HAS TO BE OUT COLD!

FH: I'd say he's dead, but I no longer believe either of these guys
are capable of dying.

[Craven rolls Cole back in the ring while the Paramedics scramble back
in place to care for Yllana.]

CL: I can't believe it!  Cole is already stirring in the ring and
trying to get to his feet!

FH: Not happening!  He's so dazed he can't even get to his knees...
Oh, wait.  Craven just helped him up... I guess not!

CL: THE DEADZONE!  Craven is going for the Deadzone, but Cole is
fighting it!  Cole is actually struggling to his feet and blocking the
Deadzone! Elbow to Craven's gut!  Another...  OOOOOOH!

[Craven HOWLS in fury and frustration that he can't get the Deadzone
locked in, so instead he grabs Cole around the throat and...]

CL: THUNDER MELTER!  CRAVEN HIT THE THUNDER MELTER!

[The Double Chokelift Thunderfire Powerbomb known as the Thunder
Melter hits with devastating force. It begins with a double chokelift
quickly followed by a kneefall powerbomb that spikes the victim with
devastating force.  Cole actually bounces off the mat from the force!
And Craven isn't finished!  Pulling Cole back up to his feet again he
once more wraps his huge hands around Cole's neck and lifts.]

FH: AND THAT'S NUMBER TWO!

CL: A SECOND THUNDER MELTER!  But that looks like it took whatever was
left in Craven's gastank as well! He's collapsed on top of Rob Cole.

[Which means Lou Crowe is right there to do his job.]


ONE!


TWO!!


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[The arena is deadly Silent until...]


*DING*DING*DING*

CL: THREE! THREE! WILLIAM CRAVEN HAS WON THE MATCH WITH TWO
CONSECUTIVE THUNDER MELTERS!

FH: I'm exhausted, Chip!

CL: You're exhausted?  Look at the two competitors! Craven is
struggling to his feet, using the barbwire ropes for support and not
caring or noticing he's being further cut up!  He's only just got the
energy left to raise his hand and he looks like he just barely
realizes where he is!

FH: Cole is moving!  This isn't natural!

[Indeed Cole IS moving, actually raising his head and looking over at
where his wife is, his concern completely focused on her and not on
the loss or the man standing... barely... leaning against the wire
ropes.]

CL: Rob Cole has nothing to be ashamed of.  In his mind he is every
bit the winner Craven is, if not more.  He is a father and a husband,
and he's but that before beating William Craven!  When he had the
chance to finish off the green monster he instead chose to care for
his stricken wife.  That's a MAN right there!  And he remains the only
man to have made William Craven submit!

FH: But he still lost and Craven still won the match.  And that's the
way it'll read in the record books.

[Both men are struggling to get their feet under them.  Both men
wobble at the same time, the mess of blood and gore covering near
every inch of either man and much of the ring, and then both men
collapse, unable to do anything other than concentrate on breathing.]

CL: We need more paramedics out here, right now!  Neither one of these
guys are walking out of here under their own power!

FH: The EMT's are busy tonight!  And Senor Cloak Dos and AsH haven't
even wrestled.

CL: Let's hope this is the last time they will need to come out.

FH: Will we even be able to have a Heatwave after tonight?

CL: With that win ... You would have to think that, William Craven has
moved himself up for some sort of title match, be it with Herscher von
Donkerhardt or Gibson Hayes.

FH: A Blood Bowl winner and now picked up the rubber match victory
against Rob Cole. In Rob Cole's specialty match.

CL: Hat's off to both men in that match ... You can bet this feud will
be talked about as one of the great ones years from now.  Rob Cole
forced William Craven to tap out for the first time in his career and
kicked out of a Thundermelter, which is unheard of.  However, while
EMT's are clearing the ring let's go backstage where Tetsuo Kimura is
standing by to address a huge announcement from the Japanese
superstar.

FH: He's still on the roster?

[Cut to backstage, where Sir Tyler is approaching Tetsuo Kimura for an
interview.  Tyler, microphone in hand, quickens his pace, to catch up
with Kimura.]

ST:  Mr. Kimura, a moment of your time.  After tonight, I was
wondering if we could get your thoughts....

[Kimura turns around, looking at Tyler, but suddenly, a figure comes
out from the corner, rushing forward, pushing the surprised Kimura up
against the wall.]

ST:  What is the meaning of this?

[Tyler has clearly lost his legendary composure. Kimura turns,
swinging his fist at his attacker, but his punch misses, and he's
grabbed by the shoulders, slammed up hard against the wall, body
sagging as air escapes from his lungs.  His attacker's identity is
hidden beneath a baseball hat that's pulled low to conceal his face,
and a bulky tan uniform with the letters "PVW" written across the
back.]

ST: Stop it! Stop it now!

[But the assault on Kimura continues.  He's kneed in stomach, suffers
a punch to the throat.  Finally, as Kimura slumps to the ground, he's
grabbed by the shoulders, his head repeatedly bounced off the hard
concrete floor.  The force of the motions knocks his attacker's hat
off, and long, black hair spills out of it.  With Kimura bloody and
motionless, the figure stands, launching one final kick at his ribs,
before turning around, moving towards Sir Tyler.]

ST:  Who are you?

[Dark eyes stair at the camera.  His head is tilted to the side at a
strange angle. His posture is extremely strange, and the pale skinned
man looks at Tyler without a hint of emotion.  There's something alien
and off putting about the presence of this pale skinned man.]

ST:  Wait, I know you.  You're Chance Holiday!

[A momentary smirk comes from the man called the Shadow Stalker.]

CH:   You are correct.  I am Chance Holiday.  And tonight... the reign
of darkness begins.

[Holidays steps away. Tyler follows, but the Shadow Stalker offers up
no more answers.]

FH: Chance Holiday is in the PVW!  After sitting through the Matt
Tiegs of the world this is like Christmas has come early.  This guy is
good and he means business, Chip!

CL: He is one of the hottest young names in our industry and he has
some past heat with our very own, Supreme Wright.

FH: Even better!

CL: It's been a night for the record books for sure.  Let's take a
moment to reflect ...

FH: Reflect on what ... CHANCE FREAKIN' HOLIDAY!

CL: Yes ... I heard you.

FH: You ranted and raved about Supreme Wright ... Matt Tiegs ... but,
neither one of those two men are Chance Holiday.

CL: Well the PVW is the place where the best in our industry have the
chance to prove that they deserve the hype and are indeed one of the
best.  Next up is the match that has weighed heavy on our minds for
months ...  Let's take a quick look back at what started it.


/// [Fade back to Showcase, March 25th 2011.] \\\


[Another young fan wearing a Senor Cloak Dos replica mask walks up to
the table with nervous parents behind him. Cloak Dos looks up and nods
his head.]

SCD: Hola, amigo! My name is Senor Cloak Dos, who are you?

Boy: Josie!

SCD: Ah! Senorita Josie! I like the alterations you made to the mask,
amiga!

[Josie turns her masked head to reveal she put a sticker of a daisy on
one side of the mask.]

Josie: I was hoping you would like it!

SCD: Si, si! You look muy bonita!

Josie: What does that mean?

SCD: It means you look very pretty!

Josie: Me?

[Josie turns to her parents.]

Josie: He said I'm pretty!

[They give sad smiles at their daughter who then turns back around to
Cloak.]

Josie: Can I ask you a question?

[The luchadore steadies himself with one arm while he holds his head
with the other hand.]

SCD: Si! Ask me any question you want to!

Josie: Do you wear your mask because you are bald?

SCD: Ah..

[Her parents look nervous and give worried smiles to the masked man.]

Father: We apologize.

Mother: Josie, you should not ask people things like that.

Josie: But, I want to know if he is bald like I am!

[Josie's mother looks ready to cry and her father sighs, a sad sigh.]

SCD: ... Josie.. I said you can ask me any question you want to, and
I meant it. But amiga.. I can not answer your question.

Josie: Why?

SCD: Because that would give hints to my identity and us luchadores..
We can not give away our secret identities.

Josie: Oh no! That would be bad!

SCD: It would not be good but amiga, I feel bad that I could not
answer your question. I have to make this up to you somehow. How
about...

[Cloak Dos goes into a bag he has nearby and digs through it til he
pulls out.. A cherry colored version of his mask with black eye
coverings and black "SCII" on the forehead.]

SCD: Do you wear your mask often?

Josie: I wear it anytime I go out so people do not see my bald head!

[Her parents look sadder, Cloak nods his head through some trembling.]

SCD: Well, look what I have for you! This is a very SPECIAL mask!

Josie: Woah!

SCD: It was made for a special event coming up but, amiga.. You are
more special than ANYTHING and I want you to have it!

[Cloak hands the cherry colored mask to Josie.]

Josie: GASP! WOW!

SCD: Put your stickers on it and now you have DOS masks to go out on
the town with!

Josie: Oh My God! Mommy! Daddy! He gave me a mask! I have another
mask!

[The mother doesn't speak, only embraces her daughter with smile on
her face and tears in her eyes. The father smiles at the luchadore.]

Father: Thank you.

SCD: It's nothing!

Father: No, it.. You don't know how much she uses that mask because
of.. Her...

SCD: Senor, compared to the support Josie gives to me, it pales in
comparison.

[The girl pulls on her mother's purse.]

Josie: Mommy, give me some stickers!

[The mother nods and opens her purse.]

Mother: W-we carry stickers around in case her sticker falls off.

[Cloak steadies himself and nods. The mother hands the girl a sticker
and then she asks for another one. She gives Josie a 2nd one and then
Josie runs up to Cloak.]

Josie: Hold still!

SCD: Si, amiga!

[The girl puts a daisy sticker on the side of Cloak's mask.]

Josie: There! Now yours is as pretty as mine!

SCD: Madre Dios! Mucho Gracias, amiga!

[Cloak gives Josie a small embrace and then Josie leans to Cloak's
masked ear.]

Josie: (whispering) Don't listen to that meanie before me! You can
beat anyone up! You rule!

[The echoing voice of the young sweet angel of Josie is heard ...]

You can beat anyone up! You rule!

/// [Fade to Shockwave ... October, 8th 2011.] \\\

[Clinging greedily now to his new shiny, shiny belt, Uncle Frank
shoots a wary eye at the now-sprinting masked Christopher Black.  But
the Bad Wolf just rolls under the ropes and starts laying in the boots
to the fallen Senor Cloak Dos, ignoring the withdrawing Frank and his
prize completely.  With the crowd exploding in near-deafening boos,
Black then tosses the unresisting SCD into the corner and draws
something from his jacket pocket.]

JM:  What is that...handcuffs?  Oh no!

MA:  Oh, zip ties!  I love it!  No getting away now, squirt.  Maybe
the Bad Wolf will get a matching set from Dos' other mask and we'll
finally get to see what that loser looks like!

[Black quickly shackles SCD's arms to the second ring ropes, then
rolls out of the ring to grab a mic and a steel chair.  As the groggy
lucha starts to realize the gravity of his situation, Dos desperately
tries to get loose as Black rolls back in with the chair.  The Bad
Wolf methodically taps the chair against the ring and winds up for the
pitch...

...and sets the chair down.  Sitting himself down, Black pulls the
mask off his head and looks at it like Hamlet contemplating Yorick's
skull.]

CB:  Cor, mate...how the hell do ya breath in this bloody thing?

[The Oakland faithful roars its disgust, eliciting a sneer from the
Englishman.  He shakes his head, bringing the mic close to his lips as
he addresses the trapped SCD.]

CB:  Bravo, "hero", bravo...  [He offer Dos a brief clap]  ...you did
it.  Ya took down the beast, won the prize an' saved the princess.
[The Wolf pauses, grinning coldly]  No, wait, that's not how the story
went, is it?  Your precious little princess couldn't even hold on for
one more bleedin' night to give ya your fairy tail ending!

Lie to yourself about lookin' down from heaven all ya like, don't
change the fact she's wormfood, mate.  [He leans in closer]  It don't
change the fact she FAILED.

[Black chuckles, sick grin plastered across his face as the jeers
continue to rain down.]

JM:  Every time I think Christopher Black can't sink any lower, he
finds a new level of depravity!

MA:  Stop being so melodramatic, Morgan.  The Bad Wolf is just telling
it like it is!  Blah blah blah...a kid died, cancer or whatever the
hell it was she died from is bad, let's get over it.  Ob-la-di, ob-la-
da, life goes on.  This ain't the freaking Oxygen channel!

JM:  Even Fred Hoyle showed some heart for Josie, Matt.

MA:  And that's why he's not gonna win Announcer of the Year -- he's a
wimp.  [Matthew slams his fist into the desk.]  And stop calling me
"Matt"!

[Dos twists, desperately trying to break free of his bonds, but
remains trapped.  Another dark chuckle escapes from the Wolf, as he
now starts to stroke the flower sticker on the stolen mask.]

CB:  You...  [Black's voice drips with mock sympathy]  ...you'd have
given up the Wolf's belt if she could have had one more day, wouldn't
ya?  One more smile, one more laugh, one more heartbeat...oooh, so
many "one mores"!  So pathetic...  [The Bad Wolf's eyes harden into an
icy glare.]  But you snuck into the Wolf's lair an' took something
that belonged to him anyway...  Now the Wolf, he ain't gonna lie to
ya, mate.  Havin' the Television belt...it was hot; it was sweet, it
was... [A quick smack of the lips from Black]  But it wasn't very
fillin'...

[He looks right at Dos, tapping the sticker slowly.]

CB:  Masks...masks have power where you're from, Dos.  An' the Wolf
started thinkin' maybe that trophy would help fill the hunger in his
gut!  Tearin' that pelt away from ya, showin' the world your
miserable, cowardly face...  [Black straightens up in his chair, eying
the imprisoned luchador thoughtfully.]   Maybe it would've...or maybe
you'd finally man up, find heart an' take strength in bein' yourself.
Could ya do that, Dos, if the Wolf strips another mask from ya?!

[The crowd boos at Black finally admitting his crime.  He sneers,
twirling the mask on his hand.]

CB:  No.  Takin' this was easy -- too easy.  But it tore your bleedin'
little heart up, didn't it?  So many tears...but you kept fightin'.
An' the Wolf knew -- finally knew -- what the real trophy had to be...

...you want this back so badly, Dos, the Wolf's gonna give it to ya.
But you have to pay the price.  [Black's face twists into a vicious
snarl.]  No more belts, no more masks.  Now the Bad Wolf is takin'
your goddamn HEART!

JM:  What does that me--?

[The mask and mic drops from Christopher Black's hands as he rises
from his chair.  With a fluid motion he reaches into his jacket's
pockets again, this time drawing out a lighter...and a bottle of
lighter fluid.]

MA:  Holy crap!

JM:  Oh god, he's not gonna to-- somebody stop him!

[Black empties the bottle of lighter fluid, not on the now-thrashing
Senor Cloak Dos, but onto the crumpled mask.  The mics picks up the
frantic pleas of the luchador, begging Black to not destroy the
precious relic as he struggles to free himself in time.  But a
venomous smile spreads across Black's face as he flicks the lighter...



...and drops it, right onto where Josie's flower sticker lies.  Soaked
in accelerant, the mask immediately goes up in flames.  Satisfied with
the fiery destruction, Black methodically turns his back on the
helpless Senor Cloak Dos and rolls out of the ring, laughing all the
while.]

JM:  I can't...I can't believe it!  It doesn't make any sense!

MA:  It makes plenty of sense, kid.  What better way to get at Dos'
heart than destroying what means the most to him!  That stupid mask
with one last memento from a dead girl...something he is NEVER getting
back!  It's brilliant!

JM:  It's disgusting is what it is!

MA:  It also means that no one is ever going to call us the B show
again!  Suck it, Hoyle!

[The technicians finally rush down to the ring to free Senor Cloak Dos
and to extinguish the fire.  But all that is left of the mask is a
melted and charred mess.  The distraught luchador is now knelt over
the remains...


...and at the top of the aisle, the Bad Wolf looks down on what he has
wrought, grinning obscenely.

Fade to black... and back to the announcers.]

CL: That makes me sick every time I watch it.

FH: It's the price we all pay when we get into this business.  Our
private lives have a chance of crossing over ...  Senor Cloak Dos
brought this upon the memory of Josie and himself.

CL: HOW can you say that!?!

FH: Because ... He could of put the mask away.  Instead, Senor Cloak
Dos insisted to make a mockery and parade the mask around.

CL: It was in honor of a child.

FH: And he took that chance ... his personal life crossed over.

CL: I think you forgot who is really at blame ... Christopher Black!

FH: Christopher Black did Josie more of a favor then Senor Cloak Dos
has ...  He has allowed her to rest in peace.

CL: You are almost as much of a _ASS_ as Christopher Black is.  Folks,
I apologize ...  Fred Hoyle only speaks for himself ...  Every SANE
person employed by the PVW thinks like you and I.

FH: The truth is a hard pill to swallow sometimes, Chip.

CL: Well, we are only moments away from finding out.  We saw the recap
... And it's all come down to this.  It's all come down to Christopher
Black standing in the center of the ring with Senor Cloak Dos
answering for his actions.

FH: What if Senor Cloak Dos doesn't like those "answers".

CL: The Voice is headed to the ring.  Finally, Christopher Black has
to pay the piper.

FH: Aren't you suppose to be unbias, Chip?  I think it's in your job
description.

CL: Christopher Black burnt that along with the mask.

[Never before have we heard Chip Lester so emotional ... as we cut to
Herk Douglas standing in the center of the ring.]

HD: This match is scheduled for one fall ... Introducing first
wrestling out of Lancaster, Lancastershire, England.

[BOO'S THAT SHAKE THE FOUNDATION OF THE COW PALACE!]

... Weighing in at 203 pounds.  Accompanied to the ring by his
Financial Advisor, Jacob Rose.

[MORE BOO'S!]

... The Bad Wolf ... CHRISTOPHER BLACK !!!

[There has never been more of a pure hatred reaction from a PVW arena
as we get from the San Francisco fans at the Cow Palace. The jeers are
drown out the Bad Wolf's theme music, "Painkiller" by the Freestylers
w/Pendulum.  At 6'8"/ 300 lbs Financial Advisor is the first to emerge
from the curtains. The English hothead is right behind him.  Wearing
his usual beat-up black leather jacket.  The duo make their way down
the aisle way as Black stops and gets into it with a young fan dressed
in a "Senor Cloak Dos" mask. Black flashes a sinister smile and then
enters the ring waiting for his opponent....]

CL: The fans here at the Cow Palace are letting the Bald Wolf have it.

[A respect chant begins as Christopher Black stands in the center of
the ring.]



   J O S I E ! ! !   J O S I E ! ! !   J O S I E ! ! !

   J O S I E ! ! !   J O S I E ! ! !   J O S I E ! ! !

   J O S I E ! ! !   J O S I E ! ! !   J O S I E ! ! !




*GONG*

[Suddenly the lights darken and the sound of a loud bell tolls out.]

*GONG*

CL: What's this?  A new entrance from Senor Cloak Dos?

FH: Show off!

*GONG*

[In the ring Christopher Black watches the curtains with a bemused
sneer on his face.]

CL: Christopher Black seems to be a bit shaken up by the reaction by
the fans!

FH: It's only adding more fuel to the fire ...  Oh wait that might not
be the best analogy to use right now!

*GONG*

*GONG*

[POP]

[The crowd reacts because from behind the curtains comes a figured
completely covered in a long cherry colored cloak. An orange light
falls down on the figure. His face is hidden by the hood of the cloak
completely. His body is also covered by the cape of cloak which is
held closed.]

*GONG*

CL: LISTEN TO THESE FANS ... HERE COMES SENOR CLOAK DOS!

*GONG*

[The cloaked figure walks out onto the middle of the entrance ramp and
stands still as the bells toll on.]

*GONG*

[Black laughs at the spectacle.]

FH: I thought that Senor Cloak Dos wanted to get justice in the name
of Josie?  Instead he is placing a giant spot light on himself saying,
LOOK AT ME!

CL: Oh give me a freakin break, Fred!

*GONG*

[The Badwolf shakes his head, sneer in place and motions for the
figure to come down to the ring.]

*GONG*

...

[Moments of tense silence pass as the figure stands stoically and
then...]

*SWOOSH*

[GASP!]

[The crowd is taken aback as the figure throws off the cloak and as
Mariachi Vargas de Tecalitlan's version of "Son de Mi Tierra" plays
there stands Senor Cloak Dos in a way no one has ever seen him before!
His mask is BONE WHITE with a Day of the Dead sugar skull design on
it! Black eye visors prevent us from seeing his eyes. He has a black
nose hole design but the skull teeth are cherry colored. Around the
right eye is a prominent lily flower design. Around the left eye are
several red cartoon heart designs. There are orange line designs
around both sides of the jaw surrounding the cherry colored teeth.
Across the forehead is cherry colored "SCII" we are use to seeing but
there is also a gold cross design above that. His tights are black
with white leg bone designs on the thighs. Both knees have lily flower
designs on them. His boots are bone white with thick cherry colored
trim at the top and bottom of the boots. In the middle of the white is
a skull design, the black eyes, black nose hole, off white teeth.]

CL: Here comes _JUSTICE_!

FH: How do you say show off in Spanish?

[In the ring Black is quite taken aback. Whatever he was expecting it
was not this Day of the Dead luchadore making his way towards the
ring. Young fans reach out for the popular luchadore and he gives them
the high fives and accepts their embraces and hugs! He touches heads
with the masked fans while others pat him on the back and shoulder and
wish him luck.]

CL: This may be one of the most touching moments in PVW history.  The
reaction ... the respect ... the pure emotion that the fans and Senor
Cloak Dos have.  This is a bond that you don't find anywhere else in
the wrestling world!

FH: San Francisco has always been a look at me type of town.  I can't
wait until Christopher Black rips their hearts out as he stands over
the broken body of Senor Cloak Dos ...

[Christopher Black rubs his face and shakes off his surprise at the
luchadore's appearance and starts nodding his head with the sneer
returning to his face. Cloak continues to make his way to the ring and
when he gets to ringside Black looks down from the ring and taunts the
luchadore. Dos hops onto the apron and then grabs the ropes and leaps
onto the top turnbuckle and looks out at the crowd..]

[BIG POP]

[The luchadore looks up at the roof and then looks out at the crowd
and points to the crowd who then call out to him..]

Crowd: VIVA! VAMANOS! ARRIBA!

[HUGE POP]

CL: VIVA! VAMANOS! ARRIBA!

FH: Not you too, Chip!  Just do your job and stop marking out.

[Cloak nods his head, points to his heart and then hops down inside
the ring and stares at his opponent, the sneering Badwolf, Christopher
Black.]

CL: Black is fuming as Jacob Rose seems to be attempting to focus his
client.


___________    ____       ________________________________________
___  __ \_ |  / /_ |     / /
__  /_/ /_ | / /__ | /| / /           One on One Match
_  ____/__ |/ / __ |/ |/ /   Senor Cloak Dos v. Christopher Black
/_/     _____/  ____/|____________________________________________



*DING*DING*DING*


[There is the sound of the bell and the crowd roars as this blood feud
is under way... The two men waste no time getting this war started.
Senor Cloak Dos and Christopher Black lock up in a collar-elbow tie-up
which sees the Bad Wolf lock Senor Cloak Dos in an arm wrench.]

FH: So it begins ... If you think that Black is a master at mind games
... Then just wait Chip ... He is even better inside this ring.

CL: And Senor Cloak Dos tumbles on the mat, rolling back up onto his
feet, then turns around and flips over once more, completely un-
wrenching his arm before pulling himself up!

[The fans 100% in full support of the masked luchadore roar with
approval as Senor Cloak Dos counters with a hammerlock, holding it in
tight with both hands on Black's wrist. Black struggles in the old
school submission for a moment then reaches back with his foot,
inserting it in between Dos two hands, then pulls down with his foot,
breaking the masked luchadore's grasp. The Bad Wolf then counters the
hammerlock with an overhead key lock type of hold, then leaps past
Senor Cloak Dos, driving his arm/head into the mat.]

FH: This is good old fashion wrestling, Chip.  This isn't that circus
side show that they teach in places like that ASLL!

CL: Black now scouring down as he returns to his feet.  The fans are
now letting Jacob Rose have it on the outside as a small section
are chanting, BLACK is a Jack Ass ...  And I have to say I fully agree
with them.

[Black not wasting any time pulls Dos up, then sends him staggering
backwards with a European Uppercut.  The Bad Wolf backs the fan
favorite into the corner with European Uppercuts but continues to dish
them out against the turnbuckles.]

CL: Black is punishing Senor Cloak Dos with crushing European
Uppercuts.

FH: He is going to knock Senor Cloak Dos' head off with those shots!

[Black sends Senor Cloak Dos out of the corner with a big Irish whip
... Senor Cloak Dos bounces out as the Bad Wolf charges with a vicious
clothesline, but in an almost Matrix like move ... the masked
luchadore ducks under the clothesline and in a flash leaps onto the
2nd rope and springs off and onto Black as he turns around, Senor
Cloak Dos hooks onto the Bad Wolf, spins towards a corner and Monkey
Flip Tosses Black backfirst onto the turnbuckles!]

CL: Senor Cloak Dos isn't going to be bullied!

FH: What in the bloody hell was that!?!

CL: That was vintage Senor Cloak Dos, Fred!  He is here to fight his
way and if he goes down then at least he went down the honorable way.

FH: Be it instinct or toughness ... Black is right back on his feet!

[Senor Cloak Dos charges Black who leapfrogs over the luchadore but
Senor Cloak Dos does a hand spring Tajiri type move into the ropes
which bounces off into a backwards jump and then a backwards flipping
Pele/Bicycle kick that catches Black turning around. Black stumbles
into the ropes from the blow holding his head and Senor Cloak Dos
sprints across and hits a leaping dropkick into Black's midsection
which roughly, kind of brutally, sending Black forcefully through the
ropes to the floor outside holding his midsection in obvious pain from
the attack.  The fans roar in support as Jacob Rose quickly rushes
over to assist his client.]

CL: Now, _this_ is the Senor Cloak Dos we have all come to love.
There is no clouded anger ... Cloak has a mission and he has come
ready to accomplish it.

FH: This match is still _way_ early, Chip.

CL: You can tell Senor Cloak Dos is restraining himself from taking a
high risk move this early on in the match.

FH: Maybe, there is a jumping bean of a brain in that little skull of
his.

[The fans are chanting, "DOS ... DOS ... DOS" wanting him to take a
high risk dive.  However, Black instead kicks the side of the ring
apron pointing inside the ring as Jacob Rose tries to calm his client
down.]

CL: Dos has gotten inside the head of Christopher Black.

FH: That's one thing you never want to do.

[Black with both eyes on Senor Cloak Dos makes his way carefully back
inside the ring at the count of seven.  Senor Cloak Dos goes to lock
back up again, but this time the Bad Wolf with a quick knee to the
masked luchadore's midsection.  Black drives his head down with a
crushing headbutt and then hits a snapmare takedown and is right
behind him with a chinlock to slow down the pace.]

FH: The Bad Wolf fighting his style of a fight.  He is a master of
controlling the pace and getting his opponent to wrestle the type of
match he wants to him to wrestle.

CL: Black yanking back on that neck of Senor Cloak Dos.

[A close up shows the growling face of the Bad Wolf as he wrenches
back with that locked in chinlock.  The fans begin to get fired up
again as the masked luchadore begins to shift and move ...  Black
drops the hold and stops the momentum with a vicious throat strike
... Then grabs the back of Senor Cloak Dos' mask and uses the top
ropes to choke the fan favorite.]

CL: Max Kelly is over and counting down Christopher Black!

One ... Two ... Three ... Four ... Five!

[The fans continue to boo as the Bad Wolf lets go and holds his hands
up smiling as Max Kelly is right there in his ear.  Black charges and
at the same time Jacob Rose grabs the ankles of Senor Cloak Dos so he
can't move and Black clotheslines Cloak up against the ropes with a
vicious stiff short-arm.  The Bad Wolf then whips Senor Cloak Dos into
a corner ... but Senor Cloak Dos leaps onto the and turnbuckle
and backward flips over Black who comes charging in. Black spins
around but eats a Step up Enziguiri from Cloak which slumps Black into
the corner.]

CL: Senor Cloak does firing back with authority!  He is walking away,
but turn and CHARGES GOING FOR THE  CLOAK ELBOW..

[... but Black catches him around the waist and spins out of the
corner and goes for a big German Suplex.. But Senor Cloak Dos _flips_
out of the suplex throw and lands on his feet!]

CL: Whoa!

FH: How the heck do you keep this son of a gun grounded!

[Black tries to scramble to his feet only to eat a shining wizard.]

CRAAAACK!

CL: SENOR WIZARD!  Listen to these fans ... Senor Cloak Dos
springboards off the ropes and ASAI MOONSAULT ... we have our first
cover!




!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




FH: Bad Wolf fires out with a kick out.

CL: Jacob Rose placed Black's foot on the bottom ropes.  That wasn't a
kick out!

FH: Hey, it all means the same.

[Max Kelly is having some words with the Bad Wolf's advisor as Senor
Cloak Dos hops back to his feet not letting him get in his head.
Senor Cloak Dos heads quickly up the turnbuckles and vaults from the
top turnbuckle with a splash attempt, but the Bad Wolf pulls out of
the way in time that sends the masked luchadore to the mat empty
handed.  Black then immediately locks an STF onto the fallen Dos.]

FH: Black played Dos like a fiddle!  HAHA!

CL: As much as I hate to admit it, Christopher Black has a solid game
plan.  He is weathering the storm and finding openings and working on
that neck and controlling the pace when he can.

FH: Black is the alpha Wolf around the PVW ... He is showing everyone
on the biggest stage that he is truly the alpha.

CL: Senor Cloak Dos is inching towards those ropes!

[The crowd roars in boo's as Jacob Rose pulls the ropes away from
Senor Cloak Dos and the Bad Wolf is able to inch the masked man
backwards ...

or not!]

CL: Max Kelly has leaped to his feet and he is calling for a break!

FH: Who does Max Kelly think he is!?!

[Jacob Rose is holding his arms up playing innocent ... And
Christopher Black yanks Senor Cloak Dos up ... The Bad Wolf locks
behind and sets up for a Tiger Suplex ...]

THUUUUUUD!

CL: Black has Senor Cloak Dos pinned near the ropes!




!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




[Max Kelly stops counting ... and again he catches Jacob Rose holding
the ankle down of Senor Cloak Dos not allowing him to kick out.
And this time Max Kelly isn't having _any_ more.  He does the baseball
umpire sign of - YOUR OUTTA HERE .... And the fans go wild in support
of the PVW official.]

FH: WHAT!?!?!

CL: Three strikes and your out ... Jacob Rose has been way too
involved in this early going.  Max Kelly has finally sent the Bad
Wolf's advisor to the showers!

FH: This is a disgrace.  Jacob Rose is a licence manager here with the
PVW.  He has just as much of a right to be down here at ring side as
you or me, Chip!


NA NA NA NAAAAA!

NA NA NA NAAAAA!

HEY HEY HEY ...

GOODBYE!

CL: And the fans are joining in on the fun.

[Christopher Black angrily protests ... Jacob Rose mutely begins to
leave and there oddly looks to be some relief across his face about
it.]

CL: SENOR CLOAK DOS FROM BEHIND!

FH: Highway robbery!




!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




!!! THR !!!




[DISSAPOINTED POP!]


CL: Black just kicks out!

[Both men are right back up  ... Senor Cloak Dos goes to whip
Christopher Black off the ropes but Black reverses. The masked
luchadore ducks a clothesline and bounces off the opposing
set of ropes. Black goes for a Tilt-O-Whirl,  but the lighting quick
Senor Cloak Dos lands on his feet and hits a Russian legsweep.]

THUUUD!

CL: This is the third match between these two men.  They know one
another almost too well at this point.  Senor Cloak Dos pulling Black
to his feet and he charges forward and _TRIPS_ him onto the second
rope where he is draped and you have to assume being set up for
Vamanos Muchacho!

FH: I don't even know what you just said ...

[Senor Cloak Dos sprints off the ropes and goes for the 619 but Black
catches him and stands up with Senor Cloak Dos, and lifts up the
luchadore going for a backbreaker ... but Senor Cloak Dos wraps his
arm around Black's head and spins into a Tornado DDT counter spiking
Black on his head!]

THUD!

[COUNTER SUPPORT!]

CL: Senor Cloak Dos _REFUSES_ to go down, Fred! And he pulls Black
right back up.

FH: A possible big mistake by Cloak right there, in not covering him.

[Black pie-faces Senor Cloak Dos away and retreats trying to shake the
cobwebs of the early going and puts his upper body through the ropes
to get some distance between himself and Senor Cloak Dos.  As the
masked luchadore approaches, Max Kelly holds him back, citing that
Black is in the ropes.]

CL: Black playing more mind games.   Now that Jacob Rose isn't here to
do it on his behalf.

FH: Give the guy a break, Chip ... Things hasn't exactly went his way.
It's obvious that the Bad Wolf is wrestling Senor Cloak Dos, the PVW,
the fans, and Max Kelly here tonight.

CL: Give me a break!

FH: And _YOU_!

[Black finally is back in the ring and the two men go to lock up for a
_third_ time this match, but Black apparently thought out his next
move and slides behind with a waistlock.  Cloak attempts to toss back
an elbow, but misses ... Black maneuvers to locking on a full nelson
again going towards that neck area of Senor Cloak Dos.]

CL: Full Nelson and Black is trying to position himself to bring even
more pressure and leverage.

FH: Black now has it locked on and is swinging Senor Cloak Dos around
like a rag doll!

[... okay so Fred exaggerated, but the full nelson is locked on and
Black uses his right leg and trips Senor Cloak forward taking him down
with a full nelson legsweep and keeps the arms locked backwards.  Max
Kelly bends down checking on the masked superstar.]

CL: There isn't going to be any quit in Senor Cloak Dos here tonight.

FH: That's what you think.  Christopher Black submitted Gabriel
Whitecross not too long ago.  You really think he is going to have any
trouble making this jumping bean tap out?

CL: The Cow Palace fans are chanting, DOS again ... and it's fueling
the masked luchadore as he begins to push himself up with his
masked forehead.

FH: And Black holds onto the back of his neck ...

[Only for a split second, as Senor Cloak Dos works his way up ... The
Bad Wolf lets go of the hold and the momentum of Senor Cloak Dos
finds himself being locked now into a dragon sleeper instead that
deflates the crowd.]

FH: Masterfully done by Christopher Black.

CL: Black has painted a bulls eye on the neck area of Senor Cloak Dos
on the early going.  And as much as it pains me to say it ... He has
done a good job at sticking to his plan.

FH: The Bad Wolf _always_ has a plan.

CL: And it usually makes me ill.

[Senor Cloak Dos in the same situation this time just in a different
position struggles to try and keep himself from passing out.  He works
trying to find an opening to break loose.  Every time there seems to
be a small crease, the Bad Wolf shuts it squeezing harder with a
snarl.]

CL: Christopher Black has that dragon sleeper locked in ... but Senor
Cloak Dos isn't quitting.  He is starting to raise the two men to
their feet!

FH: Black can make Cloak submit on their feet just as easily.

[Senor Cloak Dos finds an opening and slides his neck out and spins
around, but Black catches him and hits a swinging neckbreaker and
hooks a leg.]




!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




CL: Senor Cloak Dos with a kick out!

FH: He is just prolonging the obvious at this point.  I think we are
all finding out that all though Senor Cloak makes a nice feel good
story ... He is just out classed when it comes to the Bad Wolf.

CL: Black now pulling Cloak up  by the back of his mask ... He places
him forward and setting him up for a powerbomb.

FH: If he hits this it could be the end of things.  Time to rip the
hearts out of the world!

[The Bad Wolf begins to set the masked luchadore up high in the peak
of the powerbomb position, but it's time to say _no_ to powerbombs!
The fans find new life as Senor Cloak Dos counters!]

CL: Shades of el Outlaw Loco .... As Senor Cloak Dos says no to
Powerbombs!

FH: Damn I hated that guy ... and I hate Senor Cloak Dos just as much.

[Black pops up holding his face and stumbles against the ropes. Senor
Cloak Dos pops up and sprints and leaps onto Black with a Running
Cross Bodypress that sends Black tumbling over the ropes to the floor
outside and Senor Cloak Dos tumbling onto the ring apron.]

[HOLY CRAP POP!]

CL: SENOR CLOAK DOS TURNING IT UP A NOTCH!

[Senor Cloak Dos gets to his feet and when he sees Black struggle up
Senor Cloak Dos leaps onto the 2nd rope and springs backwards..
BACKWARDS DIVING HEADBUTT smashes into Black's head and sends the heel
into the guard railing holding his head in pain.]

CLAAAAAAAAAANG!



	PVW !!!   PVW !!!   PVW !!!    PVW !!!


	DOS !!!   DOS !!!   DOS !!!    DOS !!!


	PVW !!!   PVW !!!   PVW !!!    PVW !!!


	DOS !!!   DOS !!!   DOS !!!    DOS !!!




CL: CLOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAK!

FH: Holy crap!  The only saving grace there was Cloak has seemed to
have hurt his head in the process.

CL: Senor Cloak Dos just rocked the Bad Wolf.

[Senor Cloak Dos stumbles up holding his head, but makes his way over
to the stunned Christopher Black.  He pulls him forward as the Bad
Wolf stays on his knees he shoots his arm up and stuns the fan
favorite with a low blow that turns the cheers to massive set of
jeers.]

FH: The good old fashion low blow to slow things down!

CL: What a cheap shot ... but you wouldn't expect anything different
from this snake.

FH: A wolf ... not a snake!  Hey, Chip what's the golden rule?

CL: Treat others like --

FH: NOPE!  Protect the family Jewels!

CL: I am so glad you don't have any children.

[Black still shaken up grabs Senor Cloak Dos and executes a pumphandle
suplex, throwing Dos into the ring steps.]

CLAAAAAAAAAAAAANG!

CL: GOOD GRIEF ... HE JUST FOLDEN SENOR CLOAK DOS IN HALF OVER THOSE
RING STEPS!

FH: Cloak is going to be coughing up some blood over that right there.

CL: Black is now grinding the masked face of Senor Cloak Dos into
those steps ... He lifts his head back ...

THUD!

THUD!

THUD!

... The Bad Wolf is ignoring the referee inside the ring as he
continues to count.

FH: There is no way that Max Kelly would count these two men out
tonight ... If he did there would be a _RIOT_.

CL: You are probably right, but he seems to be going through the
motions.

FH: With an extremely slow count.

[Black now grabs the side of the mask and drags Senor Cloak Dos
towards the ring post and rams him head first into the ringpost. The
fans shriek in horror at ring side as, Senor Cloak Dos falls holding
his head, Black drops ontop of Senor Cloak Dos and begins ripping at
the very top of Senor Cloak Dos' mask.]

[ROARING STOP IT JEERS FROM THE COW PALACE!]

CL: Oh COME ON!  What is he doing!?!  After all of this ... He is
really going to try and unmask Cloak?

FH: You bet!  Time to show the world how ugly Senor Cloak Dos really
is!  I bet he looks worse then the Gutch's egg fart's smell!

CL: I'm not sure anyone could look that bad.

[As Black rips we can see some of Cloak's black hair poking through,
then Black yanks the masked luchadore up and rams the top of the head
first into the steel post again!]

CLANG!

CL: Max Kelly has stopped counting and is on the outside trying to get
things back to wrestling.

FH: Max Kelly needs to worry about the _rules_ ... not Senor Cloak
Dos.

[Black pulls Senor Cloak Dos up again and does it one more time!  The
camera catches a close up from the mask and it becomes apparent that
Senor Cloak Dos has begun bleeding profusely from the top of his head,
beginning the transformation of his white mask to red.  The fans begin
to become _pissed_ fans in the front row challenge Black to a fight
and throw trash ... One brave fan tosses a beer on the Bad Wolf.  Max
Kelly now _demands_ that Black get inside the ring ... And he rolls
the busted open Senor Cloak Dos back inside the ring and follows
suit.]

CL: Black almost caused a riot out there!

FH: Hey, Black got a free beer out of the deal.

[The chant send Black a message as the two return to the ring.]



FUCK YOU, BLACK !!!


FUCK YOU, BLACK !!!


FUCK YOU, BLACK !!!



FH: The disrespect these fans have!

CL: They couldn't have said it any better.

FH: The disrespect that _YOU_ have!

CL: I am trying my best, Fred.

[Black now taking advantage of the busted open fan favorite and feeds
off the madness from the Cow Palace lifts up the busted open masked
man ... He locks on a hammerlock ... and turns it into a body slam!]

THUD!

FH: Wolf's Bane!

CL: And Black pushes down on the side of Cloak's busted open head for
insult with the cover.




!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




!!! THR !!!




... CLOAK KICKS OUT!  He isn't going to stay down even after being
busted open ... NO, not tonight dammit!

FH: I thought you said you were trying!

[Black gets up and sets up the dazed Cloak and delivers a knee lift to
the face, but Senor Cloak Dos shows off his toughness staying on his
feet ... Black stealthily floats behind Cloak and locks him in a
cobra clutch. Being much taller than Senor Cloak Dos, Black jerks
his opponent upwards every now and then, lifting him clean off of his
feet.]

CL: Blood loss and now a Cobra Clutch locked on ... Senor Cloak Dos is
fading ...

FH: Wouldn't this be a symbolic way to go, Chip?  Senor Cloak Dos
bleeding from the skull ... fighting but slowing fading away.

CL: You are sick, Fred ... SICK!

[Cloak fades quickly and Max Kelly has to lift his hand, which he does
and it drops once. Max Kelly raises Cloak's hand a second time and it
falls for a second time. Max Kelly raises the hand of Dos a third time
but it does not go down, getting a good pop from the crowd.]

CL: Cloak hangs on!  He is fighting with everything left in his body
to hang on! He is reaching back and grabs Black's head and drops down
with a ace crusher!

[Black staggers backwards into the corner while Senor Cloak Dos
struggles to get up. The Bad Wolf shakes off the crusher and charges
at Dos, running right into a spinning heel kick. Dos tries to follow
it up with another maneuver but Black grabs with his finger nails and
rips at that busted open spot where blood oozes out and pulls it
forward and slams his forehead into it.]

CL: Desperation move pays off for Black.  Dos started to mount a come
back.  And look at the finger tips and forehead of Black showing signs
of Senor Cloak Dos' blood.

FH: He wears that like a badge of honor.

[The Bad Wolf wipes it across his chest and charges forward with a
punting mafia kick on the side of Dos head putting him right back down
to the mat.  Black stands tall in the center of the ring and raises
his hand playing the crowd who roar in pure hatred boo's.]

CL: Black is going to have to be careful when he leaves the Cow Palace
tonight.

FH: It's nothing that the Bad Wolf isn't used to.  It's hard being the
Alpha.

[He bends down yanking Dos up ... He sends him hard into the corner.
However, the impact has awaken the masked luchadore and he shoots out
fighting back, inside the ring, with hard chops but Black slows it
down by poking Senor Cloak Dos eye visors then rams him face first
into a corner. Black then drops ontop of Senor Cloak Dos and begins
clawing and tearing at the right eye visor and the lily flower design
on the sugar skull mask.]

CL: OH COME ON!

FH: Black is showing the world that he is better then Senor Cloak Dos.

CL: He is trying to destroy the man!

[Senor Cloak Dos tries to fight Black off and Black rains hard elbow
shots onto Dos' head and then he continues to rip open the eye visor
until we can see Senor Cloak Dos right eye (which is brown) and his
mask is ripped both at the very top and around the lily flower design
and right eye visor ... the mask is increasingly soaked and saturated
with blood showing signs of the damage the Bad Wolf has dished out
this match.]

FH: AAAAH ... Senor Cloak hideous eye!  It's so HORRIBLE.

CL: ...

[The Bad Wolf continues to punish Senor Cloak Dos by grinding his
elbow into Senor Cloak Dos exposed right eye until Max Kelly puts a
count on him.]

CL: The Bad Wolf snarls at Max Kelly.

FH: Max better watch out ... He isn't Black's favorite person tonight.

[Black then he drags Senor Cloak Dos face across the ropes sending
him down. Black then drops ontop of Dos and elbows him repeatedly on
the top of his head, causing even more blood to flow and the mask to
become darker and darker with the youngsters blood.]

CL: This is turning ugly.  The fans have gone from roaring in hatred
to pure silence.

FH: Nothing shuts up an arena by ripping their hearts out.  Senor
Cloak Dos was their heart.

[The Bad Wolf further adds insult to injury by shoving, Senor Cloak
Dos down onto his back and puts his boot against Dos right eye and
rakes the eye with his boot!]

CL: I am having a hard time watch this.  Things have just turned ugly
... and the Bad Wolf has covered himself in Senor Cloak Dos' blood.

FH: He is a wolf, Chip ... Only the strong survive and he is feeding
on the weak.

[Black now shouts out that he is going to cripple the little bastard,
Black and grabs the right leg of the masked luchadore and locks on a
figure four leg lock.]

CL: Black has a figure four now locked in ... Senor Cloak Dos is a
bloody mess and he is adamantly shaking his head, NO!

FH: That's fine just take a few broken legs to go with the two dozen
stitches.

[Senor Cloak Dos lets out a _roar_ that brings the Cow Palace back to
life!  Senor Cloak Dos manages to reverse the hold. Black eventually
makes it to the ropes to force the break.]

CL: DOS WITH THE REVERSAL!  Fred. I don't care what you have to say
... Senor Cloak Dos is a rolemodel for us all!

FH: Don't look now but your rolemodel is about to get the rest of his
head knocked off.

[Both men are back up, but Black is there first and backs him into
the corner with a series of forearms to the face.  Black lowers his
shoulder and rams it with all his might into the midsection of Senor
Cloak Dos.  Cloak stumbles out, and Black locks him from behind and
lifts him into a dragon suplex!]

THUD!




!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




!!! THREE !!!




[HE BLEEPIN KICKED OUT POP!]



CL: NO!!!! MAX KELLY IS WAVING IT OFF!  CLOAK _JUST_ KICKED OUT!  The
heart of a lion!

FH: The brain of a cockroach!

[The Bad Wolf lifts the bloodied fan favorite again and shakes his
head ... He pulls him towards the corner and sets up Senor Cloak Dos
on the top turnbuckle and climbs up himself.]

CL: What is Black doing?  He is calling for the Delta Wave again ...
The move he finished Senor Cloak Dos off with.

FH: Well we know for a fact that Senor Cloak Dos can't kick out of
this move.

[Black climbs all the way to the top and tries to execute the Delta
Wave ... but an incredibly bloodied Senor Cloak Dos fights him off and
fires off hard rapid fire headbutts dazing Black. The fans are on
their feet roaring in support as the bloodied superstar then,
insanely, leaps onto Black's shoulders and..]

CL: HURRICANRANA OFF THE TOP SENDING BOTH MEN TO THE FLOOR
OUTSIDE!


	HOLY SHIT !!!   HOLY SHIT !!!   HOLY SHIT !!!


	HOLY SHIT !!!   HOLY SHIT !!!   HOLY SHIT !!!


	HOLY SHIT !!!   HOLY SHIT !!!   HOLY SHIT !!!


	HOLY SHIT !!!   HOLY SHIT !!!   HOLY SHIT !!!



... BOTH MEN ARE MOTIONLESS FRED!

FH: Senor Cloak Dos didn't have anything to lose.  He was headed to
goodnight street.  Instead, he put his body on the line and now _BOTH_
men are on goodnight street.

[Max Kelly stands in the ring holding his forehead and then begins to
count both men out as they lay motionless on the hard cement.]

CL: THE FANS ARE SO LOUD I CAN'T EVEN HEAR THE COUNT!

FH: Might as well say ten and get it over with.  Neither one of these
two men look like they are moving any time soon.

CL: Both men are laying there ...  Senor Cloak Dos has lost quite a
bit of blood ... Thank goodness we have well respected EMT's backstage
who can tend to both men after this match.

FH: The Bad Wolf isn't going to need it ... His arm is now in the air!

[Black has his arm in the air and begins to turn and push himself up
slowly.  The Bad Wolf finally has made it to his knee and he leans
over the masked Luchadore who fires a right hand up from a laying on
his back position ... and another ... and a third!]

CL: SENOR CLOAK DOS FIGHTING TIL HIS LAST BREATHE!

[Black slows the masked luchadore down with a close range elbow.  He
then slowly makes it to his feet where he turns and rolls inside the
ring and then right back out re-starting the count.]

CL: It appears that Black isn't done ... And He is walking over to
Herk Douglas and _shoves_ the Voice out of his chair!

FH: The Voice has always disrespected Christopher Black.

CL: Black now with that chair in his hand ... This can't be good he is
looking to finish Senor Cloak Dos as he has pushed himself back up to
his feet, but slumped up against the guard rail.

[Black smiles with a sadistic smile and raises the chair up to finish
off his arch nemesis ... He swings it with a swing that Albert Puljos
would be jealous of ...]


CLAAAAAAAAAAANG!



[HUGE ROARING POP!]



CL: SENOR CLOAK DOS IS OUT OF THE WAY AND HE SPRINGBOARDS OFF THE
GUARD RAIL AND BLACK TURNS AND ...


CRAAAAAAAAAAACK!


[... kicks the chair right back into the face of the Bad Wolf!]

FH: Max Kelly call for the bell!   Damn you Max Kelly, you have always
been out to get the Bad Wolf!

[The fans are alive and on their feet as Senor Cloak Dos climbs back
into the ring and walks to an opposing corner, waits for Black to
struggle to his feet then the masked luchadore takes off sprinting...]


.

.

.


[ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOARS!]


.


.


.

CL: INCREDIBLY DRIVING SUICIDE DIVE THROUGH THE TURNBUCKLES, BARELY
AVOIDING THE RING POST, AND SLAMMING INTO BLACK WITH SUCH SPEED AND
FORCE THAT BOTH MEN GO SAILING OVER THE GUARD RAILING INTO THE FRONT
ROW!



	PVW !!!   PVW !!!   PVW !!!    PVW !!!


	DOS !!!   DOS !!!   DOS !!!    DOS !!!


	PVW !!!   PVW !!!   PVW !!!    PVW !!!


	DOS !!!   DOS !!!   DOS !!!    DOS !!!



FH: This match isn't over until the Gutch sings!

CL: If, Senor Cloak Dos hasn't arrived ... HE HAS NOW!

FH: I wish you would stop yelling ...

[The masked torn ... blood now a thick dried, sticky, and nasty mess
Senor Cloak Dos now back to his feet.  It takes him a few moments to
pull the Bad Wolf to his feet and sends him back under the ropes and
back into the ring.]

CL: Senor Cloak Dos now headed up to the turnbuckles. He could be
looking to end things right here!

FH: Don't look now but, Christopher Black is pulling himself up!

[.. and Dos leaps off..]

CL: DIVING HEADBUTT!

[... that crashes his head like a missile into the head and face of
the standing Black!]

FH: What is Senor Cloak Dos trying to do?  Is he trying to bust open
the Bad Wolf just like he was!?!

CL: Cloak crawls over and drapes an arm ontop for the cover!




!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




... Bad Wolf shoots a shoulder!

FH: There are two things you don't do in this world, One is to try and
defeat the Bad Wolf ... The second is use your penis to try and remove
a bug out of an open can of beer.

CL: ....

FH: What?

CL: ....

[Both men slowly push themselves up showing the obvious wear and tear
this match has had on both men ... mentally, emotionally, and
physically.  The bloodied, Senor Cloak Dos charges, but Black's
instincts kick in and hits a vicious tilt-a-whirl piledriver.]

THUUUUUD!

CL: Black just dropped Dos on his head ... And he isn't making a
cover.

FH: After all this ... Black wants to win in dramatic fashion.

CL: He grabs Cloak and he sets up into a half crap ... and arm lock.

FH: THE FRENZY!

CL: Black has it set in!  Could this be it!?!  Dos has been surviving
submission move after submission move tonight.  However, will he
survive the Frenzy?

[Black snarls towards the camera as it gets a close up on the two men
... Blood dripping as Senor Cloak Dos screams out in pain ... The PVW
squared circle is being stained from the body of Senor Cloak Dos.]

FH: PVW is going to have to look into buying a new ring cover after
tonight, Chip.  Or, we could just leave the Senor Cloak Dos stained
ring covering as a reminder for every PVW show!

CL: A reminder that Senor Cloak Dos has the warriors spirit!

FH: That he was a human blood bank that was spilled all match.

[The fans are rallying behind Dos encouraging him not to give up.
Senor Cloak Dos waves off Max Kelly who bends down and checks on the
fan favorite again.  Cloak begins to position himself and maneuver
himself towards the ropes.  Black, continues to apply pressure and
shout, "GIVE UP!"]

CL: Black wants to submit Senor Cloak Dos.  He has tried many of times
tonight.

FH: Nothing would be sweeter for Christopher Black in having Senor
Cloak Dos give up on the night he dedicated to Josie.

CL: That is a sick thing to say.

FH: But true.

[Black goes for more final push with the Frenzy, but Cloak screams out
- NOOOOO!  And, that forces Black to drop the hold and leap to his
feet putting the boots to Senor Cloak Dos.]

THUMP!

THUMP!

THUMP!

THUMP!

THUMP!

CL: Black is kicking and stomping on Senor Cloak Dos!  He yanks the
masked man up and ... another hammerlock ... BODY SLAM, a SECOND
Wolf's Bane.  Black bends now and makes the cover.




!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




!!! THREE !!!




[ROARING KICK OUT POP!]


CL: CLOAK JUST KICKED OUT!

FH: I saw a three!  I saw a three!

[Black shakes his head ... but, he knows the game and he pulls Senor
Cloak Dos back up and he sets up to go for another Tiger Suplex like
he landed earlier in the night ...  but bloodied and mask torn SCD
struggles free and lands behind Black and dropkicks which sends Black
stumbling onto the 2nd rope! Senor Cloak Dos sprints off the ropes...]

THWAAAACK!!!!!

[FANS LOVE IT!]

CL: VAMANOS MUCHACHO!!!

[Black goes flying onto his back in the ring and Senor Cloak Dos
scrambles up to the top turnbuckle and leaps off..  He leaps into a
corkscrew dive landing right ontop of the Bad Wolf ... Dos rolls to
his feet from the moment dive and grabs Black's arm and...]

FH: This isn't looking goo!

CL: LA MAGISTRAL ROLL UP!




!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




!!! THREE !!!




[FANS ROAR!]




CL: SENOR CLOAK DOS HAS DONE IT ... WAIT!?!

FH: NO! MAX HELLY IS WAVING IT OFF!  CHRISTOPHER BLACK _JUST_ KICKED
OUT IN THE NICK OF TIME!

[The bloodied, Senor Cloak Dos is shocked.  He thought he had it ...
He turned, but Black applies a front face lock on Senor Cloak Dos and
throws Dos near arm across their shoulders. Black grabs Dos near leg
and hooks it. Black then lifts Dos so he is upside down and then drops
him straight down so they land on their head.]

THUUUUUUUD!

CL: It's not exactly the Delta Wave, but as close as it could have
been with out being on the top ropes!

FH: BLACK HOOKS A LEG!  _NOW_ it's over!




!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




!!! THREE !!!




[TEAR DOWN THE ROOF POP!]

CL: SENOR CLOAK DOS GOT A FOOT ON THE BOTTOM OF THE ROPES ... And this
time Jacob Rose isn't there to _bail_ out the Bad Wolf.

FH: Give me a freakin' break!

[The fans are on their feet trying to fire up Senor Cloak Dos ... but,
the big question is it too late?  Black pulls the bloodied white
soaked masked luchadore to his feet.  Both men showing extreme wear
from this match ... Black sends Senor Cloak Dos off the ropes ... he
leap frogs the superstar ... Senor Cloak Dos swings his legs forward
as if he is going for a headscissors, but Black tosses him in the air
sideways ... Senor Cloak Dos lands on his feet.  The masked fan
favorite charges and swings around his body with his feet around
Black's head and traps Black, surprisingly, into this incredibly
painful arm submission that Black obviously _never_ saw coming ...
(aka La Mistica) ... Dos mouth's the words, "Siempre con nosotros" ...
The fans roar in absolute shock as the Bad Wolf is forced to tap out!]

CL: BLACK TAPPED OUT!!! AND WHAT A MOVE, I HAVE NEVER SEEN _ANYTHING_
LIKE THAT BEFORE!

*DING*DING*DING*

FH: This is horrible ... Everyone stood against Christopher Black ..
He fought through the official, PVW, the fans, YOU, and Senor Cloak
Dos... and it ended like this?  Where is JUSTICE!?!

CL: Justice has been served ... not vengeance ... but justice!

[The fans are on their feet roaring and cheering for the masked
superstar... He drops to his knees and holds his bloodied torn mask
face in his hands and finally let the emotion of the moment, gaining
justice for Josie, show.]

CL: Senor Cloak Dos wearing his heart on his sleeve.  After all this
time ... Everything he has been through ... Tonight was for Josie.

FH: *sigh*

[The fans begin chanting DOS as the referee comes over and the masked
superstar gets to his feet and the referee raises Senor Cloak Dos' arm
in victory.]

HD: THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH ... SENOR CLOAK DOS!!!!

[Fans cheer as Senor Cloak Dos climbs out of the ring and goes to
celebrate with the fans. Even though he is bloody and sweaty fans
swarm to embrace him, many with joyous tears in their eyes.]

CL: Fans we don't get to see things like this very often ... Usually
the wrestlers and the fans are worlds apart.  Only brought together by
entertainment and a sport.  Tonight, this is true feelings.

[Senor Cloak Dos comes to a fan that has a "Josie, Siempre con
Nosotros" sign and he asks for the sign ...]

FH: Cloak is now stealing sighs?

CL: Senor Cloak Dos LIFTS the sign up!!!!

[High in the air and the entire Cow Palace gives a HUGE ovation for
justice finally being done for the little girl we all learned to love
and know as, Josie.]

CL: This has to even touch you, Fred.

FH: As the announcer of the year ... I have no comment.

[Senor Cloak Dos hands the sign back and thanks the fan and embraces
them and then leads the fans to a chant of "JOSIE JOSIE JOSIE".]

CL: JOSIE! JOSIE!  Tonight will go down in history as the night for
Josie.

[This goes on for a while as he makes his way towards the back.  We
then cut from the most loved PVW superstar ... to the most hated,
Gibson Hayes, PVW World Heavyweight Champion, has his back to the
camera. The deep crimson cloak he wears is pulled up over his head.]

Ash, you and I both know this match is a forgone conclusion;
_everyone_ knows it is a forgone conclusion.

[Hayes's voice is steady and calm.]

Then why do you insist on continuing on your very own fool's errand?
Why did you want another chance against PVW's very axis? Why won't you
stop fighting? Why won't you just - give - up?

[Pregnant pause.]

Because you won't give up, ever. No matter how badly I beat you, no
matter how much blood of yours I spill or humiliation you receive you
will never cease to crawl back up on your hands and knees and spit on
me.

[Another pause.]

Why, Ash? Why will you not stand down? Why will you not leave well
enough alone? Why will you not accept the inevitable outcome? I don't
want to hurt you, I don't want to end your miserable career in that
ring but I will because PVW demands that of me. The Last, Best Hope
for a Bright Future and Better Tomorrow has to puSh you down and make
sure you stay down.

[Hayes begins to turn, his profile obscured by his deep crimson hued
cloak.]

But you won't stay down, will you? No, some may take the discussion of
inevitability in Gibson Hayes's triumph as a concession but I
recognize what you truly mean, Ash. Deep inside you is something that
compels you to keep coming at me. Your knees are wrecked, your body
teeters on the brink of being crippled and you have ruined your own
health chasing men like me. The prospect of doing it again is just too
great, just too compelling for you to resist.

[Facing the camera, Gibson removes his hood.]

You will not stop until you are either dead or made a cripple. That's
what people fail to realize and that is why my victory must be utterly
complete. I cannot leave you with a single breath left in that body of
yours. What some do not understand is that it will take every single
trick and turn I have in my book to make sure you do not walk out of
that ring; because I can't let you walk out of that ring. You won't
stop until you either dead or completely crippled. This has gone
beyond you wanting to prove yourself or even wanting my championship.
You want something Ash. Maybe it's someone to finally end your career
or a chance to thumb your nose at all your doubters one last time - I
can't say for certain. What I do know is that this has made you
unpredictable... and I hate things that are unpredictable.

[Pause.]

There's only one thing left to do, Ash, and that's see this madness
through to the end. You are not going to drag me down and you are not
going to stop me. Give me everything you have left in that body of
yours, in your spirit and in your hopes. Cling tightly to those embers
deep down inside you that won't let you quit - that keep the fire of
hope alive because, when it comes right down to it, HOPE is all we
really have.

[The camera cuts to the ring, where a cage is being slowly lowered
from the rafters.  The lights have dropped down, and floor-level
colored lighting plays up the cage, sweeping across the surface and
outlining the brutal chain-link structure.  The crowd cheers the
cage... it has a track record of providing exciting matches, and they
hope this one to be no different.  Workers stand around ringside to
clamp the structure down when it gets to ring level, and to detach the
ceiling cables that have held it up and out of the way all evening.]

CL: Ladies and gentlemen as you can see the cage has been lowered into
place which means we are just moments away from the PVW Tag Team
Championship match!

FH: Or as I like to view it the destruction of Max and Sal!

CL: {sighs} Nearly three years ago Max and Sal debuted here in the PVW
and their first match ever was a non-title match against the newly
crowned PVW Tag Team Champions, Livestock and The Gutch. And when the
final bell sounded on that evening Max and Sal stunned this industry
by having their hands raised high in victory.

FH: They had an assist from Joker's Wild! Who mind you later that year
were run from the PVW by Livestock and The Gutch. The current ... I
mean dominate champions of the PVW have run more teams from this
promotion than anyone else and I would not be surprised if the PVW was
sort a Max and a Sal come tomorrow morning.

["Rock the Casbah" by the Clash rocks the PA system, and out from the
entrance area Ma Weinrib and Salih Murbark emerge as usual dressed
like the duo in "Rock the Casbah"; Sheikh and Orthodox Rabbi.  The
fans cheer the normally easy going and fun loving duo, but tonight the
two men have serious expressions upon their faces as they slap hands
on their way to ring side.]

CL: Max and Sal look determined tonight!

FH: They looked scared. Look at them, Chip. You can see the fear in
their eyes as they stare at the fifeteen foot steel cage that
surrounds the ring.

[Max and Sal reach the cage and both stare up at it for a moment
before walking around the structure and grabbing the steel. They shake
the cage, apparently testing the strength of the structure.]

FH: I hope that thing is re-enforced as The Gutch is four hundred and
ten pounds and if he hits the cage at a full sprint he could probably
crash through it.

CL: Can he even hit a full sprint.

FH: Not sure.

[AS Max and Sal ascend the steel steps to the ring "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 black shirts printed to look like suit jackets and ties
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 fat one, Gutch, does a silly little dance for the crowd as
Livestock points out to the crowd, then slaps his free hand on his
briefcase.  Bringing it up the rear comes a smaller man, their
manager, Todd Johnstone, the massive Warren Hayes at his side.]

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

#Breaking the law, breaking the law!#

FH: Here come the two time tag team champions and if it wasn't for a
minor hiccup in their reign to the combination of Perry Fontana and
Tom Landis these two men would have held the titles for the longest
reign ever in PVW.

CL: I honestly believe that both of their reigns on their own are
still longer than any reigns of our other tag team champions.

[Climbing into the ring, Livestock and Gutch each climb a turnbuckle
and raise their briefcases in mock victory.  Johnstone stands on the
outside berating fans and cursing while Bubba stands next to Johnstone
staring at the cage.]

HD: Ladies and gentlemen our next contest is for the PVW Tag Team
Championship in the confides of the steel cage!

[The crowd cheers wildly as the referee takes the tag team titles from
Livestock and The Gutch and hoists them into the air. The four men
stare one another intently.]

HD: Introducing first from New York City and weighing in at a combined
five hundred and twelve pounds ...  They are known as the tag team of
Max and Sal ...


!!! MAX WEINRIB AND SALIH MUBARAK !!!


[The crowd roars as both Max and Sal raise their hands into the air,
their gaze never leaves Livestock and The Gutch.]

HD: And their opponents ... Accompanied to the ring by "the Rod" Todd
Johnstone and Warren "Big Bubba" Hayes. They weigh in at a combined
six hundred and eighty five pounds and are the current PVW Tag Team
Champions ... they are the team known as ...


!!! LIVESTOCK AND THE GUTCH !!!


[The cheers for the challengers are replaced by a loud chorus of boos
as The Gutch thrusts his arms into the air. Livestock just sneers at
the challengers as the referee hands the title belts to Herk Douglas.]

CL: Herk Douglas is leaving the ring and the cage door is being locked
behind him.


___________    ____       ________________________________________
___  __ \_ |  / /_ |     / /
__  /_/ /_ | / /__ | /| / /     PVW Tag Team Titles Cage Match
_  ____/__ |/ / __ |/ |/ / Max and Sal v. Livestock and Gutch [c]
/_/     _____/  ____/|____________________________________________



*DING*DING*DING*


CL: There's the bell and the World Tag Team Championship will be
decided inside the confides of the steel cage.

FH: An old school cage, Chip. This isn't a chamber of chains, this
isn't a blue bar cage, it isn't a cell ... it's chain link steel! The
chain link will rip flesh from your bone ... it's a career killer!

[All four men look at one another for a long moment, the crowd waiting
in anticipation for the action to be begin. And begin it does as Max
charges forward driving the point of his elbow into the side of
Gutch's head. As Max fires off another elbow into the side of Gutch's
head Livestock grabs him and spins him around but before Livestock and
can take advantage Sal catches the champion in the thigh with a
dropkick that sends him down to one knee. Sal is back to his feet
quickly and connects with another dropkick, this one to the jaw that
sprawls Livestock to the mat. Gutch fires a right hand to the jaw of
Max that rocks the challenger back a step.]

CL: Max staggered by that right hand and another one that sends Max.
Sal has Livestock by the hair ...

[Sal tries to slam the head of Livestock into the top turnbuckle but
Livestock raises his leg and places his foot onto the middle
turnbuckle to stop his momentum. Livestock follows up with an elbow
that causes Sal to release the hair. Gutch with another right hand and
he grabs the arm of Max sending him into the far side ropes.]

FH: Livestock grabs the head of Sal and plants his face into the top
turnbuckle!

CL: Max off of the ropes and he leaps catching Gutch with a
shoulderblock!

FH: But the mountain of a man doesn't budge.

[Livestock slams the head of Sal into the top turnbuckle four more
times and the bandage upon his head begins to peel away from the skin.
Livestock spins Sal around and drives him hard into the corner back
first, and he then follows up with a swift kick to the mid-section.
Sal slumps into the corner and Livestock begins to unload with a
flurry of right hands.]

FH: Livestock is just driving his fist into the head of Sal as Gutch
drills Max with an elbow and once again whips him into the ropes.

[Max rebounds off of the rope and The Gutch catches him and drives him
into the mat with a nasty sidewalk slam! Livestock rips the bandage
off of Sal's head and once again drives his right hand into the head
of Sal and then viciously with an elbow.]

CL: The wound from the violent assault a few weeks ago is busted wide
open!

FH: I love it! First Senor Cloak Dos and now Sal ... if we're lucky
they'll both die at some point of blood loss!

CL: FRED!

[Livestock drives the point of his elbow into Sal's skull as the Gutch
runs, well trots, towards the ropes and rebounds off of them.]

FH: Gutch leaping and he crushes Max with a splash! Who ordered the
Max-cakes?

CL: Real funny Fred.

FH: It's true when a man of that girth lands on you are flattened!

[The Gutch doesn't go for the cover, instead he stands to his feet and
drops a knee into the chest of Max.]

FH: Did I just hear Max's sternum crack?

[Livestock hoists Sal onto the top rope and ascends to the middle
turnbuckle. Livestock drives his right hand into the side of Sal's
head once, twice, three times. Livestock locks on a front chancery and
as he goes to lift Sal into the air, Sal grabs the top rope preventing
Livestock from powering him up and over. Sal follows up with a right
hand into the ribs of Livestock and slips from the front chancery.]

CL: Sal shoves Livestock off of the rope.

FH: As the Gutch pulls Max to his feet and drives his skull into
Max's forehead. And a second headbutt staggers him.

CL: And the Gutch grabs Max by the head ...

[The Gutch tries to slam the face of Max into the steel cage but Max
catches the cage with his hands stopping Gutch from driving his head
into the cage. The Gutch tries again but Max continues to prevent
himself from meeting the cage face first. Sal swings his legs back
into the ring and leaps off of the middle turnbuckle catching
Livestock with a double axe handle.]

CL: Sal with a a double axe handle that sends Livestock to a knee and
there's a knife edge chop!


TWHAP!
TWHAP!
TWHAP!
TWHAP!


[With each chop blood from Sal's head flies to the mat. Sal with a
side head lock as The Gutch drives his massive forearm into the back
of Max. Max is pushed forward towards the cage but he is still able to
prevent himself from connecting with the cage. The Gutch drives his
forearm once again into the back of Max and he pulls Max back away
from the cage.]

FH: The Gutch lifts Max up into the air ... Atomic drop and Max nearly
hits the cage face first.


"___CCCLLLAAANNNGGG___"


[The Gutch charges forward and sandwiches Max between his monstrous
girth and the cage.]

FH: And now the Gutch grabs the head of Max again and slams it hard
into the unforgiven steel!

[The Gutch maintains his grip on the head of Max and begins to just
drag his head back and forth across the steel. A few of the younger
fans gasp as Max howls in pain.]

FH: The Gutch is using the cage like a cheese grater and Max is his
sharp cheddar.

CL: As Gutch continues to run Max's head across the steel, Sal takes
three steps forward and drives Livestock ...

FH: NO! Livestock shoves Sal off of him and Sal crashes into the mat.

CL: Sal though is back to his feet and Livestock charges forward
taking him down with a clothesline. Gutch slams Max's head once again
to the cage.

[The Gutch releases Max's head and Max slumps across the top rope. He
grabs the top rope and pulls on it snapping Max backwards into the
mat. Livestock hoists Sal onto his shoulder and rushes toward the cage
...]

FH: Livestock looking to use Sal as a spear ...

[As Livestock nears the cage Sal pushes himself off of the shoulder of
Livestock landing behind him. Sal shoves Livestock towards the cage
but Livestock catches himself from colliding with the cage. A look of
relief crosses the face of Livestock as he turns around, Sal leaps and
catches him with a dropkick that sends Livestock back first into the
cage. Gutch drops his elbow across the throat and goes for a cover.]

CL: And the Gutch with a cocky cover.



!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!


CL: Max edges his right shoulder up!

FH: Gutch pulls Max up as Sal grabs the arm of Livestock and tries to
whip him across the ring.

[Livestock though is able to slam on the brakes and tries to go for a
short arm clothesline but Sal is able to duck under the clothesline,
and winds up behind Livestock. He grabs him and hooks the leg of
Livestock taking him to the mat with a side Russian legsweep. Gutch
with another headbutt and he grabs Max by the arm pulling him in and
drives him into the mat with a belly to belly suplex. Sal kips up and
leaps dropping his leg across the throat of Livestock.]

CL: Sal going for the cover!



!!! ONE !!!



!!! TWO !!!



FH: The Gutch drives his boot into the side of Sal's head breaking up
the cover. And now he pulls Sal to his feet and there's a headbutt
into the bloody cranium of Sal.

[Sal covers his head with his right hand and the Gutch scoops Sal up
...]

CL: Powerslam drives Sal into the mat.

FH: I think Gutch just made Sal a permanent piece of the mat canvas.
This looks like a new Gutch in the ring tonight.

CL: He seems more focused tonight and more lethal than usual.

FH: Livestock has done a good job with him over the past few weeks.
Gutch pulls Sal to his feet and motions for Livestock to come over.

[Livestock grabs Sal in a front chancery and lifts him up into the air
as Gutch rebounds off of the ropes and leaps with a big splash. The
crowd moans as the four hundred pounder lands on the much smaller
Sal.]

FH: And the Gutch hooks a leg.



!!! ONE !!!



!!! TWO !!!



CL: And this time Max drives his knee into the side of Gutch's head.
Livestock though is right there and grabs Max.

[Max though drives an uppercut into the jaw of Livestock and grabs the
top of his head driving Livestock's jaw into the top of his skull.
Livestock staggers back from the jawbreaker and Max rushes forward
nailing him with a shoulderblock that sends Livestock to the mat. Max
reaches down to pull Livestock back to his feet but the Gutch grabs
him from behind and spins him around.]

FH: Max is spun around and Gutch catches him with a swift kick to the
mid-section and a double sledge to the back of Max. Livestock back to
his feet and the two men hook Max and take him over with a double
suplex.

CL: Sal wiping blood from his eyes as he slowly pushes himself to his
feet. Livestock has Max and whips him hard into the corner.

[The Gutch rushes forward and plows into Max with an avalanche in the
corner.]

FH: Look at the cage shake from the impact. The Gutch takes a step
backward and grabs Max by the head and just shoves him to the mat.

[Gutch steps onto the back of Max and stands there for a few moments.
Max howls in pain as the crowd boos the man mountain, who has thrusted
his arms into the air.]

CL: Sal is back to his feet and Livestock has him targeted!

[Livestock fires off a right hand but Sal blocks it. Livestock tries
for another but once again the bloodied challengers blocks it and
nails Livestock in the tight with a straight kick. As Livestock
buckles Sal drills him with an European uppercut. A second European
uppercut sends Livestock backwards a step. Sal quickly runs to the
near ropes and rebounds off of the them. He leaps and takes Livestock
to the mat with a hooking clothesline.]

CL: Livestock dropped to the mat as the Gutch just drops his four
hundred pound frame down upon the back of Max!

[The crowd moans from the impact on Max as Sal hooks the near side leg
of Livestock.]



!!! ONE !!!



!!! TWO !!!



FH: Livestock kicks out as the Gutch locks on a camel clutch! When did
Gutch learn to execute a camel clutch?

[Gutch wrenches back on the head of Max causing him to scream in pain.
Blood slowly drips from the face of Max as the referee asks Max if he
wants to submit. Max screams no as Sal drops his knee into the
shoulder of Livestock three straight times. Gutch pulls back harder on
the camel clutch and Max bellows no to the referee. Sal is back to his
feet and rushes forward towards the Gutch and leaps driving his knee
into the face of Gutch.]

CL: Sal breaks up the camel clutch! And now he's just raining rights
and lefts into the Gutch's head!

[The crowd roars as the smallest man in the match just unloads on the
Gutch with rights and lefts. Max pushes himself back to his feet and
the two men grab the Gutch by the back of the head and pull him to his
feet.]

CL: The Gutch being dragged to his feet ...

[The crowd roars as Gutch's head is slams into the steel cage. Max and
Sal ram Gutch's skull into the steel once again and the crowd
continues to encourage them as they roar.]

CL: And now the Gutch is the sharp cheddar as Max and Sal rip his face
across the steel!

[Gutch screams in pain as the blood begins to flow forth from his
head.]

FH: Tonight should have been named Blood Bank! As the mat and that
steel cage are being painted crimson.

CL: And Max and Sal once again slam Gutch's head into the cage!
Livestock though is back to his feet and he grabs Max and drives his
thumb into his eye.

[Max covers his eye and Livestock drives the point of his elbow into
the side of his feet. He reaches and grabs the arm of Max and sends
him across the ring, Max rebounds off of the ropes and Livestock
catches him and drives him into the canvas with ring shaking
spinebuster.]


"____TTTHHHUUUDDD___"


[Livestock is quickly back to his feet and the crowd continues to roar
as Sal bounces Gutch off of the unforgiven steel once again. Gutch
staggers backwards and as he does so Sal leaps and catches him with a
dropkick. Gutch staggers backwards and Livestock rushes forward and
spears Sal as he kips up!]


"___CCCLLLAAANNNGGG___"


CL: GOOD LORD! Livestock just nailed Sal with a spear that took him
out of his boots!

FH: Both men went through the middle rope with Sal absorbing the
impact of the steel cage.

[Johnstone claps on the outside as the Gutch grabs Max and lifts
the bigger challenger up with a big bearhug!]

FH: And the hungriest member of the PVW roster is squeezing the life
out of Max.

[Max grunts as Gutch continues to squeeze for all he's worth.
Livestock is back into the ring and he pulls Sal to his feet on the
apron. Livestock slams Sal's head into the steel and then pulls him
back so he is leaning across the top rope and drives his elbow into
the throat of Sal. Sal gasps for air as Max does the same across the
ring in the grasp of Gutch. The referee continues to ask Max if he
wishes to submit but as the blood drops from Max's face onto the
shoulder of Gutch he screams no.]

CL: Max still refusing to submit ...

[The crowd ohhhs as Sal's face is once again ripped across the steel.
Livestock releases his head and Sal stumbles to the apron once again.
Max lifts his hands into the air and claps the ears of Gutch once,
twice, three time and the big man releases Max. Gutch stumbles to the
side and Max catches him with a chop block that drops the big man.]

CL: And finally the biggest man in this match has been dropped to his
knees.

[The crowd roars as Max begins to stomp away at the knee of the Gutch.
Livestock pulls Sal through the middle rope back into the ring and
locks on a side head lock. Livestock takes three running steps and
leaps into the air driving Sal's bloodied face into the already blood
stained mat.]

FH: Gutch continues to stomp away at the knee of Gutch as Livestock
gets to his feet.

[Livestock sees his partner in peril and runs towards Max. Max spins
around and catches the charging Livestock in the gut with a stiff
boot. as Livestock doubles over Max hooks his head and spikes him into
the mat with a DDT.]



!!! ONE !!!



!!! TWO !!!



!!! TH - !!!



FH: The champion kicks out. And that should be a surprise to no one as
Livestock and the Gutch have been the champions for lord only knows
how long.

CL: It's been a long time and they are two time champions, Fred. Max
grabs Livestock and pulls him to his feet ... as Sal is back to his
feet and he chop blocks Gutch as he tried to get back to his feet.

[Sal drives his knee into the thigh of Gutch which knocks the big man
to the mat. Max drives his knee into the gut of Livestock and he
quickly underhooks both arms.]

CL: Butterfly suplex takes Livestock over as Sal grabs the leg of
Gutch and drives it into the canvas. And Gutch's knee meets the canvas
again.

[Sal motions for Max as he places Gutch over the middle rope. Max
grabs the top rope and the two men tangle his leg between the ropes.]

FH: This isn't fair! The Gutch's leg is stuck in the ropes!

CL: Listen the crowd! They are loving it as Sal kicks the knee of
Gutch. Max drives his knee into the thigh of Gutch!

FH: These supposed fans are egging these two on to try and cripple a
man!

[Sal drops his elbow into the knee of Gutch as Max stomps his knee.
Max drives a right hand and then a left into the knee as Sal kicks his
knee once again.]

CL: Livestock and the Gutch tried to cripple Max and Sal and you sit
there complaining about Max and Sal's actions?

[Livestock slowly pushes himself to his feet as Max brutally boots
Gutch's knee one more time. As Livestock stands to his feet he turns
and sees Gutch tied in the ropes. Livestock charges but Sal catches
him with a drop toe hold that sends him to the mat. Sal grabs
Livestock pulling him to his feet and sends him hard into the corner,
Sal wastes no time as he rushes forward and catches him with a
charging forearm to the face. He grabs Livestock's arm again and whips
him across the ring to the opposite corner. Max boots Gutch in the
knee once again and charges Livestock driving his shoulder into the
mid-section of Livestock. The referee begins to try and pry Gutch's
leg from the ropes as Max wastes no time at all and hoists Livestock
onto the top rope.]

CL: Max has Livestock up on the top rope as Sal is ascending a corner
of his own ... Superplex by Max and Sal nails a top rope elbow drop!
And Sal hooks the near side leg!

[The crowd is roaring as Sal is covering Livestock but the referee is
spending too much time trying to get the Gutch's leg out from the
ropes. Max grabs the referee and spins him around as he finishes
letting the leg out of the ropes. The referee drops down ...]



!!! ONE !!!



!! TWO !!!



!!! THR - !!!



[The crowd moans in disappointment as the referee thrusts two fingers
in the air.]

FH: And once again Livestock kicks out!

[Sal slaps the mat in frustration and he quickly gets back to his
feet. Max grabs Livestock and slaps on the camel clutch. The Gutch
slowly pulls himself to his feet using the top rope.]

CL: Max with the camel clutch and Sal looks towards the far side
ropes.

[The crowd cheers loudly as Sal rushes to the ropes.]

CL: Could we be seeing the Jimmy Carter Bl ...

[Before Chip can finish his sentence The Gutch cuts Sal off with a
nasty clothesline. The Gutch though limps a few steps and uses the
ropes to maintain his balance as Livestock screams no to submitting to
Max's camel clutch. Sal rolls back to his feet and rushes forward.]

FH: Did Sal just spear the leg of Gutch?

CL: It was a flying shoulder block and it sends Gutch back down to
one knee.

[On the outside Johnstone is furious screaming for the champions to
get back in charge of the match. Bubba shakes the cage as Sal slams
the head of Gutch into the middle turnbuckle. Max releases the camel
clutch and pulls Livestock back to his feet. He quickly spins
Livestock around and tries to slam the face of the vain man into the
cage but Livestock absorbs the impact with his arms. Max pulls him
back once again but again Livestock is able to keep himself from
hitting the cage face first.]

FH: Livestock doing everything he can to keep himself from hitting the
steel. Including driving his elbow into the side of Max's ribs.

CL: But Max won't let go of Livestock's head as he's trying to once
again drive his head into the cage ...

[The crowd moans loudly as Livestock drives his leg into Max's family
jewels.]

CL: Lowblow!

FH: Leave it to Max to cheat!

CL: Are you blind?

[Sal knees Gutch in the jaw and he hooks the big man's head driving
him into the mat face first. Livestock drills Max with a swinging
neckbreaker.]

CL: Sal with a DDT as Livestock floats over for the cover on Max.



!!! ONE !!!



!!! TWO !!!



!!! THR - !!!



CL: Sal dives and drives a double axe handle across the back of
Livestock to break up the pin.

FH: And Sal wipes some blood from his eyes as he pulls Livestock to
his feet, but Livestock catches him with a right hand and another one.
Blood flying from Sal's face as Livestock connects with a third right
hand that staggers the small man into the ropes.

[Livestock knees Sal into the before grabbing him by the right arm and
whipping him across the ring. Livestock drops his head and Sal drops
to a knee and catches Livestock with a European uppercut that forces
the bigger man upright.]


TWHAP!
TWHAP!
TWHAP!
TWHAP!


CL: Sal driving Livestock into the ropes with a series of knife-edge
chops that are turning the champions chest a bright red!

FH: I'd rather have a red chest than a crimson mask like Max and Sal.

CL: Don't forget about Gutch, who's busted open till Sunday as well.

FH: What does that even mean?

[SAl grabs the head of Livestock and again he tries to ram him face
first into the cage, but once again Livestock is able to brace himself
from the impact. As Livestock drills his elbow into the ribs of Sal,
Max returns to his feet and he catches Livestock with a jab to his
ribs. Sal turns Livestock around and the two men alternate chops
across the champions chest.]



TWHAP!
TWHAP!
TWHAP!
TWHAP!

TWHAP!
TWHAP!
TWHAP!
TWHAP!


CL: The both have the head of Livestock and the are charging across
the ring ...


"___CCCLLLAAANNNGGG___"


CL: And there's nothing Livestock can do! He was just tossed face
first into the cage!

[The crowd roars as the vainest man in the PVW meets the steel face
first. Max and Sal though grab Livestock once again as he bounces off
of the steel cage and they charge back across the ring ...]


"___CCCLLLAAANNNGGG___"


FH: Come on this isn't fair!

[Livestock Zappa bounces off of the cage and staggers out into the
awaiting arms of Max who catches him around the waist with a waist
lock and powers him into the air, driving him on his next and
shoulders with a German suplex. The crowd is cheering as Sal ascends
to the middle turnbuckle and leaps off with a leg drop that crushes
the throat of Livestock. The Gutch is back to his feet and charges
catching Max with shoulder tackle as he urges Sal to go for the
cover.]



!!! ONE !!!



!!! TWO !!!




"___CCCLLLAAANNNGGG___"



FH: and the Gutch quickly breaks up that pinfall by grabbing Sal and
just tossing him into the cage!

[The impact from the cage causes more blood to fly from Sal's head as
he slumps on the ring apron. The Gutch drops a knee into the chest of
Max once again and takes his huge mitts and wraps them around the
throat of Max.]

CL: He's choking him!

FH: He is no ... alright this one is a bit blatant.

[Gutch just chokes the life out of Max as the referee makes his five
count.]


ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

FI -!


FH: And Gutch breaks the hold and grabs Max by his head.


THUMP!
THUMP!
THUMP!


FH: And just bounces it off of the canvas. Now Zappa is back to his
feet.

[The two men grab Max and force him into the ropes. Livestock drives a
series of shoulderblocks into the mid-section of Max as Gutch hobbles
to the far side of the ring.]

CL: The effects of the assault of Gutch's knee are quite visible as
the big man is limping in the ring.

FH: But that's not stopping him from gaining a full head of steam ...
well a full head of steam for Gutch.

[Livestock has wrapped the arm of Max over the top rope and is holding
him in place as Gutch charges ...]


"___CCCLLLAAANNNGGG___"


CL: Max sandwiched between the cage and Gutch's girth!

FH: Did you hear the impact from the cage to the back of Max's skull?
He has to be out on his feet.

[AS Gutch steps backwards Max slumps to the mat. Livestock smiles but
that smile fades as he realizes blood is flowing from his forehead.
Livestock runs his hand over his face and looks at the now red stained
hand and just begins to stomp on Max.]

FH: Livestock just realized he was busted open and he is livid!

[Livestock drops to his knees and begins to choke the life out of Max
and slams his head into the canvas


THUMP!
THUMP!
THUMP!


FH: Max will probably have some brain damage after this match,
assuming he didn't already.

Gutch pulls Livestock off of Max and whips Max across the ring to the
far side ropes. As Max rebounds off of the rope Livestock rushes
forward and catches him with a vicious spear that nearly folds the
challenger in half.]

FH: SPEAR! SPEAR! SPEAR!

CL: Since when do you make such a big deal out of a spear.

FH: For some reason it just felt like the thing to do here tonight.
Livestock with the cover!



!!! ONE !!!



!!! TWO !!!



!!! THR - !!!


CL: MAX KICKS OUT!

[The crowd is on their feet cheering Max, who edges his right shoulder
up, on. Livestock slaps the mat and heads towards the turnbuckles as
he does so Gutch pulls Max to his feet and onto his shoulder. Across
the ring Sal has once again made it to his feet and he is ascending
the turnbuckles as well.]

FH: Gutch has Livestock up ... and down with a powerslam!

CL: Gutch rolling off of Max and Livestock leaps ... flying elbow drop
to the heart!



!!! ONE !!!



!!! TWO !!!


!!! THR - !!!



CL: MAX AGAIN KICKS OUT! AND SAL IS ON TOP OF THE CAGE!

[The crowd is buzzing as Sal extends his arms to the side, Johnstone
screaming furiously at Gutch and Livestock to turn around ...]

CL: Livestock and Gutch turning around ...

[Flashbulbs go off throughout the Cow Palace as Sal leaps ...]

FH: And they look up ...


"___TTTHHHUUUDDD___"


CL: AND SAL WHIPS THEM OUT WITH A CROSS BODY FROM THE TOP OF THE CAGE!

[The crowd is on their feet going wild as all four men are bloodily
and down in the ring. Johnstone throws his arms up in disgust as Bubba
shakes the cage once again.]

FH: Johnstone not looking happy at the champions at the moment.

[Sal rolls to his stomach and slowly pushes himself up, blood dropping
onto the mat in pool before him. Max pulls himself to his feet as
blood runs down his face. The Gutch has rolled back to his feet and
smears a mixture of dried and fresh blood across his face.]

CL: Three men are up and Sal is going to pull Livestock up ...

[Livestock suddenly kips up and catches Sal with a front face lock.]

FH: DDT! We haven't seen that kip up DDT from Livestock in a long
while!

[Livestock quickly kips up again but Max rushes forward and nails him
from behind with a nasty elbow that sends him flying forward onto the
mat. Max wastes no time grabbing Livestock by his long hair and pulls
him to his feet ...]


"___CCCLLLAAANNNGGG___"

CL: Livestock meet the cage again!

[The crowd screams a warning for Max who turns around just in time to
duck a wild clothesline from the Gutch. Max wastes no time driving the
heel of his boot into the knee of Gutch and knocking him down to a
knee. Max runs to the far side ropes rebounds off and drives the sole
of his boot into the face of Gutch sending him flying to the mat. The
bigger member of Max and Sal points to the top rope and the crowd
roars.]

CL: Max making his way up the turnbuckles ... Meshugganah! Max with
the
flying headbutt to Gutch!

[As Max hooks the leg the crowd roars and counts along with the
cover!]



!!! ONE !!!



!!! TWO !!!



!!! THR --- !!!


!!! OOOOOOHHHHHHHH !!!


[The crowd let's forth a collective oh as Livestock grabs Max and
drags him to his feet breaking up the pin.]


"___CCCLLLAAANNNGGG___"

FH: And now Max meets Mister Steel once again!

[Max staggers out a step or two and Livestock drives his foot into the
gut of Max doubling him over.]


FH: Livestock has Max position for a powerbomb! Could he be looking
for the Hangman's Gambit?

[Livestock powers Max into the air but Max grabs the cage with his
hands preventing Livestock from finishing the move. The crowd cheers
the heads up move by Max as Johnstone begins a tirade of cursing on
the outside.]

CL: Max fighting for all he's worth right now!

FH: I'm surprised he can even fight at considering the man is
worthless.

CL: FRED! Livestock trying to power Max over with a powerbomb cause he
knows if he drops back for the Gambit there's going to be no effect on
Max.

[Sal is back to his feet and dropkicks the knee of Livestock. As the
knee buckles Livestock is forced to release his grip on Max who lowers
himself to the mat. The Gutch has gotten himself back to his feet and
he rips the cover off of the top turnbuckle.]

CL: Like there isn't enough steel around the ring to be used as a
weapon!

FH: The steel of the turnbuckle is more compact, meaning it's easier
to knock someone out with.

[Gutch grabs Sal and spins him around before he can do anymore damage
to Livestock and plasters him with a ham hock that he calls a right
hand. Sal staggers back and another right hand staggers the smaller
man once again. Gutch grabs the right arm of Sal and whips him into
the corner ...]

CL: Listen to the crowd moan as Sal nails that exposed steel back
first!

FH: And the Gutch hobbling in!

[As the Gutch rushes towards the corner, Sal side steps and Gutch runs
chest first into the exposed steel. Sal holds his back for a moments
as Gutch screams from the impact. Sal though grabs the head of Gutch
and drives him face first into the turnbuckle.]

CL: And Gutch goes down like an elephant!

FH: What?!?

[The Gutch collapses onto the mat as Max grabs Livestock in a tight
bear hug. Livestock screaming that he won't submit and claps the ears
of Max.]

FH: You think Max would know that Livestock was going to do that as he
did it to Gutch himself.

[Sal rushes towards the far side ropes as Livestock claps the of Max
again. Max staggers backwards, closer to the cage, but continues to
maintain his grip on the bearhug. Sal rebounds off of the ropes and
charges forward.]

CL: Sal leaps and grabs the head of Livestock!


"___CCCLLLAAANNNGGG___"


CL: And Livestock's head is rattled off of the cage once again!

FH: Sal is down as well as he went over the top rope into the steel
himself!

[Max uses the momentum from Livestock's head bouncing off of the steel
to drive him into the mat with a modified spinebuster. Max hooks a
deep cover.]



!!! ONE !!!



!!! TWO !!!



!!! THREE !!!



[The crowd explodes in a chorus of defying cheers as the referee's
hand slaps the mat for a third time.]


!!! DING DING DING !!


CL: YES!

FH: I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!

CL: YES! MAX AND SAL HAVE DONE IT!

HD: Ladies and gentlemen, your winners and NEW PVW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS
...



!!! MAX WEINRIB AND SALIH MUBARAK !!!



[ROARING SUPPORT FROM THE FANS!]


[As a second referee runs down to the cage and begins to unlock the
bloodied Max and Sal stand to their feet and absorb the carnage around
them. The Gutch slumped on the mat, face caked in blood, Livestock
rolling towards the apron, leaving a trail of blood as he does so,
blood coating portions of his long hair.]

CL: Three long years but they are finally on the top of the PVW Tag
Team Division!

FH: Livestock and Gutch had a strangle hold on this division and it
took a war to wrestle the titles from around their waists.

[Todd Johnstone throws his hands up in disgust as he watches Max and
Sal proudly hoist the Tag Team Title belts high into the air.]

CL: Johnstone is leaving without Livestock Zappa and The Gutch! What's
going on here?

FH: It's nothing, Chip. He has to make prepare Gibson Hayes for later
tonight. It's not like it's his job to clean up the blood of two grown
men.

CL: That's unlike the General to leave his men high and dry.

FH: It's a frustrating night ... Johnstone always makes moves to
obtain every PVW title and now he has just suffered a set back and
will have to go after both the American and Tag Team titles.

CL: Still ...

FH: He doesn't associate with losers, Chip!

CL: That is being a bit harsh.  Livestock and The Gutch have are two
time tag team champions ... And possibly the most dominant tag team in
PVW history.  But, tonight is Max and Sal's night.

FH: Sad day for PVW history.

CL: I am being told, Sir Tyler is attempting his best Dean Hayes
impression as he is waiting right after the entrance way to talk with
the HOPE General.

[Backstage the stately gray mane of Sir Tyler Holbridge is seen having
caught up with one Todd "The Rod" Johnstone.]

STH: Mr. Johnstone, why would someone such as yourself throw away the
services of a formidable tag team the likes of Livestock Zappa and
Gutch Bartilucci? Surely you must have some reason aside from sheer
frustration. Having known you since The Year of Our Lord Nineteen
Hundred Seventy, I am fairly certain there is more behind this change
of heart.

[Johnstone does not look amused.]

TJ: Tyler, I don't care what sort of crap you're peddling to the
plebes out here but you know just as well as I do that no one sticks
their nose in Todd Johnstone's business without Todd JOhnstone busting
their skull open for being so Goddamned nosy!

[Johnstone foists his cane higher but Holbridge ignores Johnstone's
threat.]

STH: Still the same crass man spewing vulgarities, Theodore. I would
have liked to believe you would treat an old compatriot with a modicum
of respect and answer the question asked.

[The look Johnstone gives Tyler could wilt most men but Holbridge is
definitely not most men.]

TJ: You want an answer? *spits* That's your damned answer. Maybe
you're right and I got something more up my sleeve. Maybe you're
wrong. But I'll tell you this much - tonight is the night PVW falls in
line. THIS is our night and HOPE will cash in. Gutch was nothing but a
fat slobbering pissant who's holding back his little boy toy Zappa,
who's so in love with himself you wonder how he ever keeps his hands
outta his own pants! They were a weak link, that bloated Bartilucci
especially! HOPE will be stronger. Tonight you're all gonna see the
future that we've been talking about all along.

[As Johnstone stomps off, Sir Tyler nods solemnly.]

STH: Back to you fellows in the broadcast booth.

CL: Wow .. Where does that leave HOPE?

FH: It's a big blow to the plans for HOPE for all of America, but they
will rebound ... Todd Johnstone always has a plan.

CL: Right now it hasn't been a great night for HOPE ... Uncle Frank
still has the TV title, but it's not in the best of shape ... and now
Livestock and The Gutch has lost the tag team titles and their status
even inside the power stable is in jeopardy.

FH: In Johnstone we trust.

CL: Well I know one thing for certain...

FH: She told you?!

CL: Huh? Who told me what?

FH: Your wife! She told you that she's planning on leaving you?

CL: *sighs* What I know for certain is that no match tonight will have
as big an impact on the administrative level of Phoenix Valley
Wrestling like this next match. Danny Daniels takes on Johnny Detson
in a match for the Presidency of PVW!

FH: OH! So your wife DIDN'T tell you. That is good.

CL: ....

FH: What?

CL: Let's go to The Voice..

FH: I thought maybe she told you, I got worried.

*DING DING DING*

[POP]

[Herk Douglas stands in the ring.]

HD: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one
fall and is our special... P-V-W PRESIDENTIAL BATTLE!

[HUGE POP]

Crowd: DANNY! DANNY! DANNY!

[The lights go down again, and someone steps from
the back.  It is... a trumpeter? The trumpeter blasts a bombastic
little fanfare on his trumpet, and a banner unfurls from the top  of
the entranceway.  It reads: WELCOME YOUR NEXT PVW PRESIDENT!!!!  And
yes, it does have four exclamation points.]

Crowd: DANNY! DANNY! DANNY!

FH: What a bunch of turncoat, Occupy Whatcha-madoodle, drug abusing,
Libert-

CL: *FAKE COUGHING*

FH: ...The Hell? What jumped into your throat?

CL: Excuse me.. Ahem.. ahem...

[Following the fanfare, "Believe It Or Not", the theme song from the
Greatest American Hero, starts up.  The fans give a loud face pop for
the over-the-top introduction of the hometown hero and former SUPREME
Champion, "Your Hero" Danny Daniels.  Daniels bursts from behind the
welcome banner, arms spread to soak in all of the glory of his legions
of fans.  The bulky young man with the straggly blond hair wears a red
sequined jacket with 'Your Hero' written on the back in black, red
trunks, and black boots.  A pair of wraparound shades inhabit his
clean-shaven face, as does a  big goofy smile representing his joy at
being so exulted by the fans.]

Crowd: DANNY! DANNY! DANNY!

CL: Listen to this crowd!

FH: I wish I didn't have to.

CL: They are welcoming their hometown hero with a deafening chant..

Crowd: DANNY! DANNY! DANNY!

FH: Like I was saying before a frog did the dirty in your throat..

CL: (cutting off Hoyle) With the crowd this much on his side I have to
believe we will see a new President here tonight!

FH: WHAT?!

Crowd: DANNY! DANNY! DANNY!

[As he walks by, a large group of fans stand up.  They are all wearing
wraparound shades, blonde wigs, and red/white/blue top hats.  They
hold up placards that reveal the statement:  DANNY DANIELS- SAN
FRANCISCO'S HERO!  Danny's grin is a mile wide and he slaps hands with
each member of the group, who howl with appreciation when he gives a
"Thumbs Up" to the group.  Finally, after walking around the ring, he
climbs up the stairs in preparation for his match.]

Crowd: DANNY! DANNY! DANNY!

HD: Introducing first, from SAN FRANCISCO, CALIFORNIA..

[MARK OUT SUPER DUPER MANIA GIANT POP]

HD: Here is... DANNY DANIELS!

Crowd: DANNY! DANNY! DANNY!

CL: This crowd.. It's.. It gives one goosebumps!

FH: That's just a rash, Chip! This goofy Benedict Arnold crowd can
chant all they want and you can say all the crazy lies and fantasies
you want but make no doubt about it, Chip.. Daniels does not have a
chance in HELL to unseat the GREATEST President in the history of this
organization.. No of ANY organization! Our President, CEO and Emperor
Johnny Detson has this in the bag and nothing these fans chant or you
say will change that!

CL: Well only what happens in the ring can determine who will bear the
moniker of PVW's President but having this crowd on his side has to
help Daniels' odds!

Crowd: DANNY! DANNY! DANNY!

FH: Pipe dreams! All of it!

[Daniels' theme song fades out but the chanting continues..]

Crowd: DANNY! DANNY! DANNY!

[Our hero soaks in the love from the home crowd but then things quiet
down when a man in a suit and tie comes walking out with a microphone
attached to his jacket collar.]

Man: Ladies and Gentlemen I present to you the PRESIDENT of Phoenix
Valley Wrestling.. JOHNNY DETSON!

[MASSIVE BOOS rain down as a marching band, decked out in white and
gold marching band outfits, marches out doing an arrangement of The
Upper Crust's "Let Them Eat Rock". The band walks out onto the
entrance way then divide in half, half going to the left side and half
going to the right, making a path for a man, probably only
recognizable to WWA fans, Shotgun Freddy (wearing a black PVW t-shirt
and dark jeans with his pet rock Larry in one hand) rolling out an
insanely long red carpet! Freddy rolls the carpet all the way down to
ringside and then stands in attention by the steps.]

[HUGE BOOS]

CL: This crowd is not very happy with all this set up..

FH: It doesn't matter if this crowd is happy or not, Chip. What
matters is everyone pay respect to OUR President!

[As the marching band walks in place playing their song from the back
comes Johnny Detson, decked out in black and gold gear. He steps out
onto the entrance ramp and BALLOONS begin to rain down on him from
above!]

[GIANT BOOS]

[White, black and gold balloons fall everywhere along with confetti of
the same color. The President of PVW bathes in the confetti and
balloons and then begins making his way towards the ring, waving to
the crowd with a big smile all the while being BLASTED with some of
the fiercest BOOING yet seen tonight!]

HD: And his opponent, from HOLLYWOOD, CALIFORNIA...

[PEEL THE PAINT OFF THE WALLS LOUD BOOS]

HD: Here is the current President of PVW... JOHNNY DETSON!

[As Detson approaches ringside he stops, waves at the fans who scream
and boo at him and then looks up to the ceiling and...]

*FWOOSH*

*FWOOSH*

[SPECTACLE POP]

[Pyro and Sparklers go off from the roof above! Detson nods at the
spectacle all in his honor then walks up to Shotgun Freddy, pulls a
twenty dollar bill out of his boots and puts in the front t-shirt
pocket of the former WWA jobber. Freddy's eyes light up with joy and
then Detson SLAPS Larry, Freddy's pet rock, out of the jobber's other
hand and Shotgun Freddy drops to his knees crying over his pet rock,
caressing it.]

[OH YOU BASTARD BOOS]

CL: I don't know who this gentlemen is that Detson is treating so
rudely but that was uncalled for!

FH: Chip, any and all WWA alumni deserve the worst treatment possible!

CL: .. Isn't Detson a former WWA World's Champi-

FH: EXCEPT for El Presidente!

[Daniels in the ring shakes his head at his opponent's actions and as
Detson climbs into the ring, Daniels climbs out and walks over to
Shotgun Freddy and asks him about the condition of his pet rock,
Larry. Freddy shakes his head and says it was a hard fall. Daniels
offers to get worker's compensation for Larry after he defeats Detson
and becomes President which draws a reply of "You've got my vote" from
Freddy.]

Crowd: DANNY! DANNY! DANNY!

FH: Traitors!

[Detson stands in the ring and glares at the crowd for a moment but
then flashes a smile and heads to his corner. Daniels climbs back into
the ring while the marching band walks to the back, Shotgun Freddy and
the man in the suit roll the red carpet up and crews come out to clean
up all the balloons and confetti.]

CL: Johnny Detson has made a mess in the Cow Palace tonight..

FH: A mess? That was a BEAUTIFUL show he put on for all of us! Where
is the gratitude for our President, CEO and Emperor King?!

[Referee Mark Barnett climbs into the ring while  Herk Douglas climbs
out. Daniels rolls back in and stares across the ring at his opponent
and the crowd...]

Crowd: DANNY! DANNY! DANNY!

CL: If there was a vote to cast tonight then no doubt who the winner
would be.

FH: It's a good thing there isn't a vote. No, Chip, this will be
decided the way all things must be decided.. In the ring! And just
like he's done at every corner and every chance this past few months
Johnny Detson will once again prove to be the better man and he will
remain our President, CE-

CL: (interrupting) Yes it will all be decided in the ring tonight!

FH: ... Was that on purpose?

CL: Whatever do you mean?

[Barnett checks both men for foreign objects. He seems satisfied that
neither men has any and then he motions to the time keeper..]

___________    ____       ________________________________________
___  __ \_ |  / /_ |     / /
__  /_/ /_ | / /__ | /| / /           One on One Match
_  ____/__ |/ / __ |/ |/ /       Danny Daniels v. Johnny Detson
/_/     _____/  ____/|____________________________________________


*DING*DING*DING*

[HUGE GIANT POP]

CL: And the time for voting is definitely over now! As you have
stressed, Fred, it must be decided in this ring. The winner of this
match will be the President of PVW!

FH: This is all merely spectacle delaying the inevitable Chip!

Crowd: DANNY! DANNY! DANNY!

[Daniels looks out at his home crowd, chanting his name, and nods his
head. Detson ignores the crowd for the time being and motions for
Daniels to bring it. Daniels pumps his fists and comes out of his
corner, as does Detson, and both men head to the middle of the ring
and they lock up!]

[POP]

[Detson starts pushing Daniels back towards the ropes but Daniels
grits his teeth and begins winning the lock up battle! He starts
pushing Detson back inch by inch, more and more, til they are almost
towards the ropes!]

Crowd: DANNY! DANNY! DANNY!

[Detson's eyes begin bugging out of his head at Daniels gaining this
advantage on him and he breaks up the tie up with a thumb to the
eyes.]

[HUGE BOOS]

CL: This will no doubt be the last time we see Detson take a dirty
shortcut in this match because our President is ALWAYS taking such
unsporstmanlike actions.

FH: Chip, you don't get it! Detson isn't just fighting for his
political life in there..

CL: I don't think it has much to do with poli-

FH: He's fighting for ALL of our well beings! Can you imagine? A
nutcase like Daniels as OUR President? One shudders at the thought!

[Referee Barnett warns Detson about the thumb to the eye, Detson
reminds Barnett who is paying his salary then grabs ahold of Daniels
and whips Your Hero to the ropes. The former Oscar winner goes for a
clothesline but Daniels ducks, hooks Detson's arms and goes for a
backslide roll up!]

[HUGE POP]

CL: Daniels with a flash pin attempt out of the blue! Barnett jumps
into position.. ONE... TWO.. Detson kicks out!

[Deflated Pop]

FH: Like our President, CEO and Emperor will fall for a roll up! Ha!

[Detson scrambles to his feet only to eat a shoulder to the midsection
from Daniels on his knees. El Presidente doubles over as Daniels gets
to his feet, leaps over Detson and takes him down into a Sunset Flip
Roll Up!]

[HUGE POP]

[Barnett makes the count... ONE... TW- Detson kicks out!]

CL: Daniels trying to catch Detson off guard with a roll up like
Detson caught him with that thumb to the eye..

FH: It is a laughable idea. Catching our President off guard, HA!

[Both men scramble to their feet and Detson goes for another thumb to
the eye but Daniels BLOCKS the thumb, swatting aside the jab and rears
back.. Headbutt! Detson staggers into the ropes holding his head.]

[BIG POP]

FH: That was an illegal blow!

CL: No it wasn't.

FH: To our President of all people! Arrest that man!

[PVW's President rubs his forehead and then angrily charges at Our
Hero with a right hand but Daniels ducks and catches Detson, scoops
him up and puts him over his shoulder. Double Danny steps towards the
middle of the ring and then hits an over the knee Shoulderbreaker!]

[BIG POP]

Crowd: DANNY! DANNY! DANNY!

[Detson rolls out of the ring holding his shoulder. Fans at ringside
really let him know what they think of him!]

FH: Look at these traitors!

CL: They are not traitors, Fred. They are LOYAL to their hometown
hero, Danny Daniels!

FH: They're pink commies! Look at how ferociously they are going after
our President!

[Johnny waves off the fans badmouthing him and leans against the ring
apron only to have Daniels reach down through the ropes and grab ahold
of him and pull him up onto the ring apron!]

[HUGE POP]

CL: No escape for Detson tonight!

FH: Apparently not! Crazies in the crowd wanting to do who knows what
to him and some no hope nutjob trying to steal his job!

CL: Spin much, Fred?

FH: I'm not dancing with your wife, Chip! I have no reason to spin
right now.

[Detson tries to break free of D Squared's grasp but Daniels hooks
PVW's President by the head and lifts him up in the air... Carries him
into the ring upside down and then... Falls backwards bringing Detson
down inside the ring with a BIG Vertical suplex!]

Crowd: DANNY! DANNY! DANNY!

CL: What a suplex by Danny Daniels here in the early goings of this
match!

FH: He was pulling hair and britches, that should be the big gossip
about that!

[Detson struggles to his feet while holding his back while Our Hero
rolls up to his feet. When El Presidente gets to his feet Daniels
staggers him with another headbutt and then reaches for a gutwrench,
yanks Detson up and... OVER WITH A GUTWRENCH SUPLEX!]

[HUGE POP]

[Daniels scrambles for a cover but Detson rolls away and under the
ropes to the floor outside.]

[HUGE BOOS]

CL: Is Detson here to fight for his Presidency or is he here to run
away until he finds a trick to cheat his way to holding onto..

FH: Woah! Woah! Back the truck on all this slander and libel of our
dearly beloved President!

CL: Look he is stalling this match again instead of fighting!

FH: I wouldn't call avoiding a pin attempt stalling! You are just like
these traitorous fans, Chip!

[Detson catches his breath outside the ring while the fans at ringside
are ALL over him!]

FH: Look at this! It's shameful! Frightening even!

CL: Frightening? Really, Fred?

FH: Darn tootin'! Security should be out here in full force to protect
our President! There is no telling what these fans might do!

[The fans are really laying into Detson with the trash talk and our
President can't takes it no more so he starts arguing with them!]

CL: Detson is taking his eye off the ball here by getting into it with
these fans..

FH: Forget these Benedict Arnolds, Mister President! They might do
something awful to you if you are not careful!

CL: Calm down, Fred.

FH: Someone tell security to search the balconies!

CL: The balconies?!

FH: That's right, Chip! There could be a gun wielding Boot up there!

CL: *sighs* Should they search the grassy knoll as well?

FH: The Cow Palace has a grassy knoll? AIEEE!

[Detson gives up trying to make headway with the fans only to turn
around to Double Danny leaping off the ring apron with a Double Axe
Handle!]

[HUGE POP]

CL: Jawing with the fans is costing Detson!

FH: It's a conspiracy!

[Daniels yanks up Detson and rolls him under the ropes and back into
the ring and then follows in after him. The President of PVW struggles
to his feet and D Squared runs off the ropes and catches his foe with
a BIG Kneelift! Daniels motions to the crowd..]

[GIANT WE LOVE YOU POP]

[Then pulls up Detson and whips him into a corner. Daniels comes
charging in but PVW's President moves out of the corner to avoid the
attack! Double Danny puts on the brakes and spins around and grabs the
fleeing Detson by his head, catching the former CWC, WWO, WWA, DCWL,
NEXT and WP-1 star by surprise, and RAMS him headfirst into the top
turnbuckle!]

[BIG POP]

[Daniels rams Detson's head a second time and then.. A THIRD time! And
then.. Well the crowd has the score..]

Crowd: FOUR!

FH: Give me a break!

Crowd: FIVE!

CL: Danny Daniels...

Crowd: SIX!

CL: Is getting into his ramming groove again!

Crowd: SEVEN!

FH: C'mon Barnett! Step in there and save..

Crowd: EIGHT!

FH: Our president from this assassination...

Crowd: NINE!

FH: Attempt!

Crowd: TEN!

CL: With the Presidency up for grabs...

Crowd: ELEVEN!

CL: Daniels is definitely feeling...

Crowd: TWELVE!

CL: The groove right and...

Crowd: THIRTEEN!

CL: He has Detson in a bad way

Crowd: FOURTEEN!

CL: Here!

Crowd: FIFTEEN!

FH: He has our President...

Crowd: SIXTEEN!

FH: CEO...

Crowd: SEVENTEEN!

FH: and Emperor...

Crowd: EIGHTEEN!

FH: In a bad way because..

Crowd: NINETEEN!

FH: This shady ref...

Crowd: TWENTY!

FH: Barnett is doing...

Crowd: TWENTY ONE!

FH: Absolutely..

Crowd: TWENTY TWO!

FH: Nothing about such..

Crowd: TWENTY THREE!

FH: Blatant dis-

Crowd: TWENTY FOUR!

FH: -gard for the Rules!

Crowd: TWENTY FIVE!

CL: I will admit...

Crowd: TWENTY SIX!

CL: This is getting a...

Crowd: TWENTY SEVEN!

CL: Bit excessive..

Crowd: TWENTY EIGHT!

FH: A bit?!

Crowd: TWENTY NINE!

CL: But..

Crowd: THIRTY!

[HUGE POP]

[The fans do a big cheer at thirty but.. Daniels continues ramming
Detson's head into the turnbuckles!]

FH: This is ridiculous! What is he on now? Like thirty..

CL: Thirty Four now..

FH: This is LUDICROUS!

[BIG POP]

[Detson drops to one knee, all the head ramming blows getting to him
but Daniels doesn't miss a beat he begins ramming his opponent's head
into the 2nd turnbuckle!]

[HUGE POP]

FH: My God! Someone get security!

CL: Danny Daniels is getting Johnny Detson very acquainted with the
turnbuckles..

FH: His turnbuckles, Chip! Detson's the President who is responsible
for us having turnbuckles and a ring to have these shows and..

CL: Daniels is up to Forty now...

FH: EGADS! This is so wrong!

[HUGE POP]

[Daniels stops ramming Detson's head for a moment so that he can pull
the PVW President up to his feet and then.. HE RESUMES RAMMING HIS
HEAD INTO THE TURNBUCKLES!]

[GIANT POP]

FH: *sobs* Make him sop *sobs*

CL: Daniels will soon be approaching Fifty on the ram count..

FH: Give me a break! What is he going to go all the way to one
hundred?!

CL: I.. He might!

FH: AIEEEEEEE!

[As Daniels gets to his 50th ramming of Detson's head into the
turnbuckles the crowd launches into a MONSTER HUGE OVATION!]

CL: Listen to this crowd!

FH: I don't want to!

Crowd: FIFTY FOUR!

FH: Oh God!

Crowd: FIFTY FIVE!

FH: They're counting again!

Crowd: FIFTY SIX!

FIFTY SEVEN!

FIFTY EIGHT!

CL: This crowd is getting DEFEANING!

Crowd: FIFTY NINE!

Crowd: DANNY!

Crowd: SIXTY!

Crowd: DANNY!

Crowd: SIXTY ONE!

Crowd: DANNY!

Crowd: SIXTY TWO!

Crowd: DANNY!

Crowd: SIXTY THREE!

Crowd: DANNY!

Crowd: SIXTY FOUR!

Crowd: DANNY!

Crowd: SIXTY FIVE!

Crowd: DANNY!

Crowd: SIXTY SIX!

Crowd: DANNY!

FH: This is..

Crowd: SIXTY SEVEN!

FH: For a law suit!

Crowd: DANNY!

Crowd: SIXTY EIGHT!

CL: What?

Crowd: DANNY!

CL: A lawsuit?!

Crowd: SIXTY NINE!

FH: Yes!

Crowd: DANNY!

FH: A lawsuit!

Crowd: SEVENTY!

CL: That is..

Crowd: DANNY!

CL: Ridiculous!

Crowd: SEVENTY ONE!

FH: Our President..

Crowd: DANNY!

FH: Would have..

Crowd: SEVENTY TWO!

FH: Every grounds and right

Crowd: DANNY!

FH: To file..

Crowd: SEVENTY THREE!

FH: A law-

Crowd: DANNY!

FH: -suit!

Crowd: SEVENTY FOUR!

Crowd: DANNY!

Crowd: SEVENTY FIVE!

Crowd: DANNY!

Crowd: SEVENTY SIX!

Crowd: DANNY!

Crowd: SEVENTY SEVEN!

FH: I have never..

Crowd: DANNY!

FH: Seen such..

Crowd: SEVENTY EIGHT!

FH: Awful..

Crowd: DANNY!

FH: Officiating!

Crowd: SEVENTY NINE!

Crowd: DANNY!

Crowd: EIGHTY!

Crowd: DANNY!

CL: I am sure..

Crowd: EIGHTY ONE!

CL: We can find..

Crowd: DANNY!

CL: worse officiating..

Crowd: EIGHTY TWO!

FH: Highly

Crowd: DANNY!

FH: Unlikely!

Crowd: EIGHTY THREE!

Crowd: DANNY!

Crowd: EIGHTY FOUR!

Crowd: DANNY!

Crowd: EIGHTY FIVE!

Crowd: DANNY!

Crowd: EIGHTY SIX!

Crowd: DANNY!

Crowd: EIGHTY SEVEN!

Crowd: DANNY!

Crowd: EIGHTY EIGHT!

Crowd: DANNY!

Crowd: EIGHTY NINE!

Crowd: DANNY!

Crowd: NINETY!

FH: Damn!

Crowd: DANNY!

FH: He really is...

Crowd: NINETY ONE!

FH: going for..

Crowd: DANNY!

FH: One..

Crowd: NINETY TWO!

FH: Hundred!

Crowd: DANNY!

Crowd: NINETY THREE!

Crowd: DANNY!

Crowd: NINETY FOUR!

Crowd: DANNY!

Crowd: NINETY FIVE!

Crowd: DANNY!

Crowd: NINETY SIX!

Crowd: DANNY!

Crowd: NINETY SEVEN!

Crowd: DANNY!

Crowd: NINETY EIGHT!

Crowd: DANNY!

Crowd: NINETY NINE!

Crowd: DANNY!

Crowd: ONE HUNDRED!

[MASSIVE OMEGA SUPREME SHAKE THE RAFTERS GIANT POP]

CL: Wow!

FH: That was disgusting!

[Daniels finally stops at 100 head rams into the turnbuckles and
Detson, obviously, falls to the canvas and rolls around holding his
head looking a bit out of it! Our Hero looks out at the crowd..]

Crowd: DANNY! DANNY! DANNY!

[And soaks in their love!]

Crowd: DANNY! DANNY! DANNY!

FH: If Barnett is not fired after Detson destroys this fool in a few
moments then I will personally file an appeal for the firing process
to being on him because he is the dirtiest most corrupt pink commie
referee I have ever seen!

Crowd: DANNY! DANNY! DANNY!

[Daniels turns his attention to the downed Detson and scrambles ontop
of his opponent and goes for a pin attempt! Referee Barnett leaps into
position and starts the count..]

ONE!

FH: No!

TWO!

FH: Don't let the commies win!

[MAJOR DEFLATION POP]

CL: Detson got his shoulder up!

FH: Whew! Thank GOD!

[Daniels slaps his knee and shakes his head then flashes a smile..]

Crowd: DANNY! DANNY! DANNY!

[Detson, meanwhile, can not even get to a seated position! He holds
his head and lays on the canvas.]

CL: Those one hundred turnbuckle rams seem to have left Detson in a
bad way!

FH: What did you expect it to do? Most dirty tricks DO leave people in
a bad way! I should know!

[Daniels grabs El Presidente and pulls him up to his feet then scoops
up his opponent and puts him over his shoulder and starts running,
going for a powerslam.. But Detson wiggles free and lands behind
Daniels, though somewhat rubbery legged. D Squared puts on the brakes
and spins around and Detson fires off..]

*KRACKKACKKKKK*

[HOLY MOLY POP]

FH: YES!

CL: JOHNNY KICK! What a kick that was! He BLASTED Daniels so hard he
FLEW out of the ring through the ropes to the floor outside!

FH: Ha Ha! Detson's Johnny Kicks have been LETHAL to that goofball
Daniels these past few months, Chip! It's no surprise that it would be
the undoing of that fool! See? There is no way Daniels has any hope of
taking the Presidency off of Johnny Detson!

[BIG BOOS]

[Detson rests on his knees while holding his head, still feeling the
effects of the one hundred head rams. Daniels is down and out,
sprawled out awkwardly on the floor outside looking out of it. Barnett
checks on Detson who angrily tells the referee to do his job and put a
count on Daniels. Barnett shrugs then checks on Daniels and starts a
count!]

CL: Barnett is starting a count on Daniels and one wonders if he can
beat the count..

FH: Of course he can't! There is no way he can survive a Johnny Kick!
Johnny Kick's are like kryptonite to Daniels!

Crowd: DANNY! DANNY! DANNY!

CL: This crowd is trying to wake Their Hero, Daniels, up with their
chants!

Crowd: DANNY! DANNY! DANNY!

FH: Ha! Chant all you want lose-Wuh?!

[BIG POP]

[Daniels begins stirring on the floor outside as Barnett's count gets
to Five.]

CL: That Johnny Kick hasn't finished him off yet!

FH: Our President was just a bit out of it.. He couldn't hit it flush!

Crowd: DANNY! DANNY! DANNY!

[Daniels gets to his knees at the count of Six and then grabs the ring
apron and pulls himself up at Seven. At Eight he hops onto the ring
apron but soon falls off when Johnny Detson runs over and boots him
upside the head!]

[MASSIVE BOOS]

FH: Ha! Their disappointment is sweet music to my ears!

[Barnett complains but Detson ignores the referee and rolls out of the
ring and goes after his opponent. PVW's President yanks up his foe
and...]

*CLANGGGG*

[BOOS]

CL: Detson sent Daniels HEAD FIRST into those steel steps!

FH: No less than he deserves for DARING to challenge our undisputed
President, CEO and Emperor!

[Daniels rolls around holding his head but is soon gasping for air
when Detson drops down with a knee across his throat, putting all his
weight down trying to choke the San Francisco native! Referee Barnett
climbs out of the ring and puts a count on El Presidente over the
choke. Detson breaks off the choke and argues with Barnett a bit about
the harassment. Barnett tells him to bring it back inside the ring.
Detson shoos the referee away then pulls up Daniels, sets up and hits
a Side Russian Legsweep on the floor outside!]

[BIG BOOS]

CL: Detson had alot of snap to that Russian legsweep!

FH: Of course, Chip! He's the President! He KNOWS what he is doing!
He's got the skills to pay the bills, that's why he's the President!
Duh!

[The fans are all over Detson but he is now delighting in their anger.
He yanks up the crowd's hometown hero and rolls him back inside the
ring and rolls in after him. PVW's President stalks his opponent and
when Daniels gets to his feet Detson springs forward and knocks him
back down with a clothesline! The only former Oscar winner and former
World Champion in wrestling history drops down on Double Danny and
begins unloading with right hands to the head!]

[HUGE BOOS]

FH: Give him one hundred of them! And if Barnett says anything, FIRE
HIM!

CL: Let's not be unreasonable, Fred..

FH: Unreasonable?! Unreasonable is expecting your wife to respect you,
Chip, when she can always get it better from me!

CL: *sighs*

[Referee Barnett DOES get on Detson's case about the punches but
instead of arguing with the official, PVW's President breaks off the
punches and gets to his feet, pulling Daniels up with him. He scoops
up the hometown hero and executes a BECKBREAKER across the knee!]

CL: We do not acknowledge the existence of the beckbreake-

FH: What are you talking about, Chip?

CL: Ah.. Nothing.

[Daniels holds his back and grimaces in pain only to have a kneedrop
to his head add to his pain! While D Squared holds his head the
crowd..]

Crowd: DANNY! DANNY! DANNY!

[Continue to cheer him on! Detson smirks at the fans' undying loyalty
for Daniels then pulls his opponent up to his feet and hooks Danny's
head from behind and... Inverted DDT!]

[BOOS]

CL: Detson really planted Daniels back of head first onto the canvas
with that move!

FH: He's beginning the end of all of Danny's Presidential dreams! Ha
Ha! I Love it!

[Mr. President hits another kneedrop to the head then pulls Daniels up
to his feet, hooks him from behind and...]

[YOWZA POP]

CL: A NASTY Release German Suplex by Detson there! He dropped Daniels
right on his head!

FH: I don't think Daniels has too many braincells to damage so Detson
should actually find a different strategy here..

[Detson scrambles over and covers Double Danny. Barnett gets in
position and begins the count...]

ONE!

FH: It could be over here!

TWO!

THR-

[BIG POP]

CL: Danny Daniels kicks out!

Crowd: DANNY! DANNY! DANNY!

FH: Blegh!

[President Detson shakes his head then smacks an elbow against Danny's
head! El Presidente then pulls Daniels up, hooks the head and hits a
Vertical Suplex. Detson rolls up to his feet, leans against the ropes
then slightly bounces off and very calculatingly leaps up and hits yet
another kneedrop to the head!]

CL: Detson has definitely picked out a target to attack, Daniels head.

FH: Well, the logic is that the more you soften up that empty head of
Danny's then when you drop a Johnny Kick on him.. Boom! All over!

[Detson pulls Daniels up to a seated position then steps back and
BLASTS Daniels on the back of his head with a dropkick! Your Hero
rolls around holding his head!]

[BOOS]

[PVW's President smiles at the boos but frowns at the chant..]

Crowd: DANNY! DANNY! DANNY!

[Detson shakes his head at the crowd then reaches down, pulls Daniels
up by his hair and hooks him by the head and.. DDT!]

CL: Really planting Daniels headfirst with these moves!

FH: If you want to kill the snake, cut off it's head.

[Mr. President gets to his feet and then heads over to the corner
where he climbs up to the 2nd turnbuckle, measures out his opponent,
then leaps off.. Elbow Drop to the head!]

[BIG BOOS]

[Detson gets to his feet, soaks in the boos for a bit, takes a small
bow..]

[HUGE BOOS]

[Then pulls his opponent up and grabs him by the head, he sets up
and.. Neckbreaker!]

CL: Detson seemed to really emphasize Daniels' head hitting the canvas
more than focusing it on his neck.

FH: To go with his strategy, Chip! He's not president for nothing! He
knows how to exploit moves and adapt them to fit his strategies.

[Detson gets to his feet and heads to a corner and watches Daniels,
waiting. Daniels holds his head as he struggles to get to his feet.]

Crowd: DANNY! DANNY! DANNY!

CL: Detson is waiting for Daniels to get up, maybe he is planning on
using the Johnny Kick..

FH: If so, this is going to be over soon, Chip! Incumbent retains!

[Daniels continues to hold his head as he gets to his feet and then
Detson springs out of the corner..]

CL: JOHNNY KIK-NO!

FH: EEEE!

[GIANT MASSIVE POP]

[Detson goes for the Johnny Kick but Daniels surprises him by catching
his foot!]

Crowd: DANNY! DANNY! DANNY!

[Detson hops around on one foot, looking around and shaking his head
and begging off for mercy. Daniels looks around at the crowd..]

Crowd: DANNY! DANNY! DANNY!

[Nods his head and then... ]

[MASSIVE HUGE POP]

CL: DRAGON CORKSCREW ON DETSON'S ANKLE!

FH: He cheated! He cheated!

Crowd: DANNY! DANNY! DANNY!

[Detson rolls around holding his ankle while Daniels gets to his knees
and pumps his fist along with the crowd!]

Crowd: DANNY! DANNY! DANNY!

[Daniels watches Detson holding his ankle and then seems to get an
idea! He scrambles over to Detson and grabs his foot and grapevines
the leg.]

CL: I'd say Daniels is going after the ankle but he seems to be after
something else here..

FH: Oh.. Come.. On!

[GIANT POP]

[Daniels begins UNTYING Detson's right boot laces!]

Crowd: DANNY! DANNY! DANNY!

*YOINK*

[HUGE POP]

Crowd: DANNY! DANNY! DANNY!

FH: How is Barnett allowing such a thing to happen?!

[Detson is protesting angrily to Barnett who doesn't seem sure what to
say or think at the sight of Danny Daniels taking Detson's boot off
and rolling out of the ring with it!]

CL: Danny Daniels has taken off Detson's boot!

FH: That should be a disqualification!

[Detson argues with Barnett until he sees Daniels GIVE HIS BOOT TO A
YOUNG FAN AT RINGSIDE!]

[GIANT MASSIVE POP]

Crowd: DANNY! DANNY! DANNY!

FH: HE GAVE OUR PRESIDENT'S BOOT AWAY!! AIEEEEEEE!

CL: He surely did!

[The young fan holds the boot up and jumps up and down, celebrating
his new souvenir! Detson gets to his feet and limps from missing a
shoe and complains about what just went down. Daniels looks up at
Detson, smiles and points to his head.]

Crowd: DANNY! DANNY! DANNY!

FH: I don't know what Daniels thinks he did that was so smart! He just
made our President ANGRY at him more so than he was already!

CL: I am sure we will see Danny's strategy soon..

FH: Strategy? Daniels doesn't know how to do strategy! Who would he
learn strategy from? Jack Griffin?!

[Danny rolls into the ring and Detson goes to stomp on him.. with the
unbooted foot and of course Daniels catches the stomp attempt!]

[BIG POP]

[Daniels hops to his feet, trips Detson's other leg from under him
sending the President of PVW down to the canvas and Danny.. SLAPS AN
ANKLE LOCK ON DETSON'S SOCKED ANKLE!]

Crowd: DANNY! DANNY! DANNY!

CL: Danny Daniels has just put a PUNISHING ankle lock on Detson's
exposed ankle and look at how much pain it's causing Johnny!

FH: This is outrageous! Daniels should have been disqualified for the
one hundred head ram thing, then for stealing Detson's boot.. Of
course it's painful, Chip! He doesn't have his ring gear on that foot
to give it some tiny bit of protection at all because this madman
stripped it off him and gave it to the pink commies in the crowd!

[Detson grimaces from the pain while Daniels really locks that ankle
lock on, trying to cause as much damage as possible. Barnett asks
Detson if he wants to give up but the President shakes his head "no".]

Crowd: DANNY! DANNY! DANNY!

[Double D nods his head along with the chants while twisting Detson's
ankle as hard as he can in that ankle lock! Detson grits his teeth and
tries to claw his way towards the ropes, ignoring Barnett's questions
about giving up. As Detson almost reaches the ropes D Squared wraps
his legs around Detson's leg and falls to the canvas, trying to cause
even MORE pain with ankle lock and keep Detson just out of reach of
the ropes. PVW's President cries out a bit from the pain but shakes
his head "no" to Barnett's question about giving up.]

Crowd: DANNY! DANNY! DANNY!

CL: Daniels is causing major damage to Detson's ankle but the
President is not giving up.

FH: It is going to take more than dirty tricks to take the Presidency
from Detson! He's the MASTER of dirty tricks, he won't fall for them!
He will find a way out, you will see! Don't worry folks at home.. The
Presidency is still safely with our leader, Johnny Detson!

[PVW's President reaches.. and reaches.. and... ]

[BIG BOOS]

FH: Yes!

CL: Detson grabbed the bottom rope and Barnett is forcing Daniels to
break the hold!

[Danny breaks the hold and Detson pulls his foot away quickly from
Daniels' reach while staying close to the ropes. Daniels tries to grab
Detson but Barnett makes Your Hero stay back allowing Detson to get to
his feet on his own due to his proximity to the ropes. Detson gets to
a seated position, still holding onto the ropes, and he orders Barnett
to keep Daniels back. Daniels protests but Barnett makes him go across
the ring nonetheless. Detson slowly gets to his feet, using the ropes,
and then tries to take a few steps but grimaces and limps, nearly
stumbles from the pain in his ankle.]

CL: It looks like his ankle is in a really bad way..

FH: Again.. His boot is missing thanks to Daniels!

[Barnett seeing Detson on his feet motions for both men to fight which
Detson protests but soon he has to deal with Daniels charging after
him. Detson tries to get away but Daniels shoots down onto his leg and
pulls Detson away from the ropes, grabs ahold of El Presidente's foot
and... ANOTHER DRAGON CORKSCREW TO THE ANKLE!]

Crowd: DANNY! DANNY! DANNY!

[Detson howls in pain and tries to grab his foot but Daniels is there
to STOMP on the ankle and draw more cries from PVW's President!
Daniels then grabs Detson's leg and drags him out to the middle of the
ring and then he slaps on a GRAPEVINE ANKLE HOLD!]

[HUGE POP]

CL: Danny Daniels is pulling out some submission holds tonight as he
goes after that exposed ankle like a hawk!

FH: A vulture is more like it, Chip! Disgraceful!

[Detson slaps the canvas out of frustration but stops because he
doesn't want Barnett to confuse it for a tap out. PVW's President
cries out though as Daniels twists the ankle, applying major
pressure!]

Crowd: DANNY! DANNY! DANNY!

CL: Daniels has that hold on deep!

FH: Yes, he does have that illegal hold on deep..

CL: It is not illegal.

FH: I am pretty sure Detson, our President, made it illegal a few
moments ago..

[Barnett asks PVW's President if he wants to give up but Detson shakes
his head "no" and grits his teeth, his face a mask of pain, and looks
for the ropes. Daniels twists the ankle and leg, causing as much
damage as he can while the fans..]

Crowd: DANNY! DANNY! DANNY!

[Eat it up! Detson stretches and reaches for the ropes, just out of
reach. He cries out as Double Danny twists his ankle even more but
shakes his head "no" to Barnett's queries. El Presidente reaches.. and
reaches. and...]

[BOOS]

CL: Detson once again grabs the ropes to save himself.

FH: You say that like it is something wrong to do, Chip! If their
positions were reversed you'd be all screaming "HE GOT THE ROPES THANK
THE LORD" or something!

CL: Touche.

FH: What? Why are you talking about feminine products, Chip?

CL: Huh? No! Not.. Never mind!

[Barnett forces Daniels to break the hole and Detson quickly tries to
roll out onto the ring apron, possibly attempting to go to the floor
outside. But Daniels scrambles through the ropes and grabs Detson by
his ankle, which draws a cry of pain from the President, and drags
Detson under the ropes and back into the middle of the ring.]

[HUGE POP]

[Barnett gets on Danny's case about not allowing Detson the legal
break since he was on the ropes.]

[BOOS]

FH: Finally, Barnett is doing his job! It's late but at least he's
finally doing it!

[Daniels nods his head and lets go of Detson which then draws a nod
from Barnett and then Daniels shoots down and grabs Detson's leg!]

[POP]

FH: Hey!

CL: He gave Detson the break, Fred.

FH: No he didn't! GAH!

[Double Danny quickly spins on Detson's leg and sets up into... ]

[GIANT MASSIVE HUGE POP]

CL: THE FIGURE FOUR LEG LOCK!

FH: AIEEEEEEEEEEE! NO!

Crowd: DANNY! DANNY! DANNY!

[Detson's eyes grow wide and he SCREAMS in pain while Daniels punishes
his opponent with the dreaded Figure Four Leglock, making sure to
twist Detson's ankle alongside the rest of the painful effects to
Detson's legs! Barnett asks Detson if he wasn't to quit but Mr.
President shakes his head "no" while grabbing at his hair from the
pain!]

CL: Johnny Detson could be forced to give up at any moment here! This
much damage to his ankle could be more than anyone can overcome!

FH: He's not just ANYONE, Chip! He's our President, CEO and Emperor!
He will never give up! NEVER!

[Detson is living up to Hoyle's portrait so far, refusing to give up
when Barnett asks him. Daniels continues to apply the pressure and
adding twists to the ankle alongside the rest of the punishing hold.
PVW's President lays on his back, exhausted from fighting the pain and
Barnett checks his shoulders and starts counting..]

ONE!

[Detson sits up, glaring at the referee! The referee holds up one
finger (not that one) and asks President Johnny if he wants to give
up. Another negatory response and then Detson looks around for the
ropes and tries to drag himself and Daniels towards the ropes. D
Squared really pours on the twisting to the ankle which draws cries of
pain from the President but Detson then grits his teeth and tries to
drag them even quicker towards the ropes. He finally gets close enough
and he grabs the ropes.]

[BIG BOOS]

CL: Detson is managing to escape but the abuse taken to that exposed
ankle.. How will he be able to keep himself in this fight?

FH: Don't pretend to be worried about our President! I saw you
sympathizing with the enemy!

CL: I am definitely not worried for the jerk..

FH: Hey! That's our President you are talking about! Show respect!
He's Mr. Called Shot AND Mr. President to you, buddy!

CL: Well he will definitely remain Mr. Called Shot even after this
match is over but with his ankle in such a bad way I am not so sure
he'll hold on to his presidency..

FH: Oh, just you wait and see!

[Barnett forces the break and Daniels shakes his head as he steps
back. Detson maintains his hold on the ropes and grimacing all the
while crawls to a corner where he sits against the turnbuckles and
holds his ankle. Danny Squared goes after his opponent, the man who he
is trying to wrest the presidency from, but Barnett gets in the middle
and points to the ropes and asks for Daniels to give Detson space.]

[BOOS]

CL: This crowd is not happy with the officiating..

FH: When the official does NOT do his job they are happy. When he does
it.. Unhappy. Pssh!

[Daniels tries to push past Barnett to get to Detson anyways and
Detson pulls himself up and grabs ahold of Barnett and keeps him in
between both men.]

CL: Oh come on!

FH: He is only forcing the man to do his job, Chip!

[Barnett is flustered at the situation and he wriggles free from
Detson then pushes Daniels back a piece. The official then turns
towards Detson and reminds him who the official is in the match.
Detson nods his head. Barnett turns around and Detson, with his good
foot, TRIPS the official  who stumbles forward down onto all fours!]

[MASSIVE BOOS]

CL: What a lousy.. He could be disqualified for that!

FH: For what? Because Barnett has two left feet and can't walk and
chew gum? Barnett tripped himself!

CL: That is not true!

FH: It's what I saw!

[Daniels goes to help Barnett up when Detson grabs him from behind,
drops to one knee and...]

[OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW MALE PAIN POP]

CL: LOW BLOW! Detson hit a low blow on Daniels!

FH: *sniffs* It was beautiful!

[DAMN YOU BOOS]

[Daniels collapses to the canvas holding his crotch in massive pain.
Detson rests for a moment, grimaces then rolls under the ropes and
gently to the floor where he grimaces again, the pain in his ankle
making it hard to put any weight down on it.]

[HATE YOU BOOS]

[Detson looks around at the fans, who yell and scream things that have
to be censored at him, until he spots the young fan with his boot. Mr.
President grits his teeth and attempts to walk towards the fan but
almost falls over, his ankle in so much pain. He grabs a nearby camera
man to stop himself from falling and then commandeers the poor man to
assist him in making his way over to the young fan.]

[GIANT BOOS]

CL: Johnny Detson has spotted that fan with his boot and.. I believe
he is trying to make a deal with them!

FH: Just take it back!

[Detson is indeed in the middle of negotiations. He promises the young
fan a Senor Cloak Dos mask, a Masked Bro Before Hoes t-shirt and some
Caleb Foley merchandise they still have in storage but the young fan
has no interest in giving up the boot. The kid's parents are telling
Detson to go away.]

[YOU SHOW HIM FANS POP]

CL: They aren't interested in any negotiations.

FH: What a bunch of ungrateful traitors!

[Detson looks exasperated but then he looks PAST them and his eyes
grow wide and he yells out "No! My worst fears! Not You!" The parents
and the young fan, and others besides them, turn to look at.. Nothing.
And it's at that moment..]

*YOINK*

[GIANT DESTROY THE EARTH LOUD BOOS]

CL: Hey!

FH: That's what I said he should do!

CL: Detson just YANKED that boot away from that poor fan after
deceiving them!

FH: Brilliant!

[Detson hobbles away quickly, still using the camera man, while the
young fan and his parents FUME at being tricked! Detson gets to the
ring apron and sits on it and puts his boot back on, smiling all the
while.]

[HATE YOU BOOS]

[Daniels gets to his knees in the ring, still holding his groin but he
spots Detson tying his boot back on and looks for the young fan, who
he spots in a foul mood since being deprived of Detson's boot. Danny
Squared shakes his head in anger and he grabs the ropes and pulls
himself up to his feet. Referee Barnett gets to his feet as Daniels
makes his way over to the ropes. Detson finishes tying his boot then
flashes a smile at the crowd..]

[BOOS]

[And then his eyes grow wide as Double Danny reaches through the ropes
and grabs him by his hair!]

[HUGE MONSTER POP]

FH: Hey! Ropes! Clean break! Ref!

[Daniels steps through the ropes onto the apron and pulls Detson up to
his feet. Johnny almost falls off the apron, as putting weight on his
damaged ankle appears very difficult to do but Daniels holds him up
and rears back and PUNCHES PVW's President!]

[HUGE POP]

Crowd: DANNY! DANNY! DANNY!

[Detson stumbles against the corner on the apron, grimacing from the
pain in his ankle and Danny goes after him but Mr. President lashes
out with a punch to the stomach which doubles Your Hero over. Detson
grabs ahold of Daniels and pushes him back on the apron a bit then
attempts to put a standing headscissors on his opponent. Detson grits
his teeth, trying to put weight on his foot so he can lift Daniels up
but.. He can't do it.]

CL: Detson is trying to go for something dangerous here but his ankle
won't let him.

FH: He can do it! Don't doubt.. AIEEE!

[GIANT MASSIVE SUPER DUPER POP]

CL: DANIELS JUST BACK BODYDROPPED DETSON OUT OF THIS ATTEMPTED MOVE
AND NOW BOTH MEN TUMBLE TO THE FLOOR OUTSIDE!

Crowd: DANNY! DANNY! DANNY!

FH: So.. So unfair!

[Daniels gets to his feet and goes after Detson's boot! PVW's
President reacts immediately with right hands to Daniels head and then
a poke to the eyes!]

[BOOS]

[Daniels staggers back against the ring apron. Detson steadies himself
then hobbles towards his opponent, grimacing from the pain in his
ankle, only for Daniels to grab him as he gets closer and TRIP DETSON
INTO THE RING APRON FACE FIRST!]

[HUGE POP]

Crowd: DANNY! DANNY! DANNY!

[Daniels flashes a smile to his fans and points to the young fan and
promises to get him back his souvenir!  Danny Squared then rolls
Detson into the ring and follows in after him. He gets to his feet and
pumps his fists..]

Crowd: DANNY! DANNY! DANNY!

[Then he yanks up Detson, scoops him up and SLAMS him down! Daniels
then goes to a nearby corner and climbs up to the 2nd turnbuckle. He
measures out the President and then... SECOND ROPE ELBOWDROP!]

[HUGE POP]

CL: Danny Daniels got ALL of that elbow drop on Detson! He goes for
the cover now!

FH: No! It was a thumb to throat! Not an elbow drop! IT WAS ILLEGAL!

CL: Barnett in position.. ONE!

FH: No!

CL: TWO!

FH: NOO!

CL: THR-

[MAJOR DEFLATION POP]

CL: Detson got the shoulder up!

FH: Oh Thank God! THANK THE LORD!

[Daniels shakes his head then goes back to the corner. He climbs up to
the 2nd turnbuckle, looks up at the crowd..]

Crowd: DANNY! DANNY! DANNY!

[Then he goes all the way to the TOP TURNBUCKLE!]

[HUGE GIANT POP]

FH: He's going to the well too many times here..

[Daniels looks unsure but he leaps off...]

CL: ELBOW DROP OFF THE TO-NO!

[SUPER MAJOR DEFLATION POP]

FH: YES!

CL: Detson rolled out of the way!

FH: Ha Ha! YES!

[Detson gets to one knee and grimaces, his ankle still in loads of
pain. Daniels struggles to get to all fours which leads Detson to pull
himself up with the ropes. Detson hobbles over, grimacing all the
while, and then KICKS Daniels upside the head with his left foot!
Daniels grabs his head, rolling around in pain while Detson stumbles
into the ropes, almost falling through but catching himself. Mr.
President then steadies himself and hobbles over towards his opponent.
Detson grabs Daniels and pulls him up and stumbles with Daniels over
to a corner. Detson puts on an inverted facelock on Daniels, as if
setting up for an inverted DDT, and then he gingerly steps up onto the
1st turnbuckle, grimaces and grits his teeth, then attempts to leap
off..]

*THUD*

[BOOS]

CL: That looked like an awkward and ugly attempt of Detson's Grand
Finale, Tornado Inverted Bulldog!

FH: He didn't quite get the technique on it because of his ankle but
that may have helped him! He dropped Daniels on the back of his head
so awkwardly!

CL: Detson is going for the cover!

FH: Come on Barnett! Do your job right and make that three count
something quick!

CL: Barnett is in position and the count... ONE!

[BOOS]

TWO!

FH: Is this it?!

THRE-

[GIANT NUCLEAR POP]

CL: DANIELS GOT THE SHOULDER UP!

FH: BAH!

Crowd: DANNY! DANNY! DANNY!

[Detson glares at the referee but Barnett maintains it's only a two.
Detson shakes his head and then struggles to get to his feet. He uses
the ropes to pull himself up and then tries to pull up Daniels but
Double D grabs Detson's ankle, which draws a cry of pain from the
President! Daniels gets to his feet holding onto Detson's ankle, which
forces the veteran to hop around on one foot, and then Daniels yanks
Detson to himself, scoops up PVW's President and throws him over his
shoulder and runs towards the middle of the ring..]

[OH MY GOD SUPER HUGE POP]

CL: WHAT A RUNNING POWERSLAM BY DANNY DANIELS!

FH: He slammed the HECK out of Detson.. Wait! THAT'S BAD! AIEEEEE!

Crowd: DANNY! DANNY! DANNY!

[Daniels scrambles for the cover and Barnett leaps into position...]

ONE!

CL: We might have a new President right here!

TWO!

FH: NO! GOD SAVE US!

THRE-

[DAMNIT MAJOR DISAPPOINTMENT POP]

FH: WAHOOO!

CL: Johnny Detson got the shoulder up just before the three!

[Daniels shakes his head and slaps the mat but then hears..]

Crowd: DANNY! DANNY! DANNY!

[And nods his head, feeding off the fans! D Squared gets to his feet
and yanks Detson up, who almost falls back down because of his ankle,
but Daniels keeps him up. Your Hero picks up Detson and goes towards a
corner where he places PVW's President on the top turnbuckle. Daniels
then climbs up to the 2nd turnbuckle, hooks Detson and...]

[JUMP OUT OF THEIR SEATS HOLY MOLY RAVIOLI SUPER POP]

CL: HEROPLEX! Daniels hit his Avalanche Exploder Suplex!

Crowd: DANNY! DANNY! DANNY!

FH: ...

CL: Daniels is going for the cover..

FH: ...

Crowd: DANNY! DANNY! DANNY!

CL: The referee is in position..

Crowd: DANNY! DANNY! DANNY!

CL: ONE!

Crowd: DANNY! DANNY! DANNY!

CL: TWO!

Crowd: DANNY! DANNY! DANNY!

CL: THREE.. DAMNIT!

[RIP THEIR HAIR OUT MAJOR FRUSTRATION POP]

FH: If we have learned nothing else from tonight.. THERE IS A GOD!

CL: Johnny Detson just BARELY got his shoulder up to beat the three!

FH: It's amazing! I should've known he would! He's OUR President,
Chip! He would never let us down!

[Daniels looks at the referee with disbelief but Barnett nods his head
and maintains it's only Two. Double Danny springs to his feet and
heads to the corner again. He climbs up to the 2nd turnbuckle and
looks out at the crowd..]

Crowd: DANNY! DANNY! DANNY!

[Then he turns to face Detson and leaps off..]

CL: TOODLES!

[GARHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH NOOOOOOOOOOOOO]

FH: YES!

CL: JOHNNY DETSON ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY!

[Daniels diving headbutt off the 2nd turnbuckle hits nothing but
canvas.]

FH: His fool head hit the canvas HARD, Chip! He has been eating so
much abuse to his head all match, he's just one move away from being
finished! C'mon Johnny!

[Detson grabs his ankle as he rolls towards the corner. He sits up and
glares at his opponent laying on the canvas holding his head. El
Presidente grabs the ropes and pulls himself up and then gently
attempts to climb up to the 1st turnbuckle. He grits his teeth and
grimaces but he shakily makes it to the 1st turnbuckle. He then winces
as he attempts the 2nd turnbuckle which he again makes but in shakey
fashion.]

[MAJOR BOOS]

CL: I don't see the logic in attempting to climb the turnbuckles when
his ankle is in such bad shape.

FH: To be honest I don't see it either but I know Mr. President must
have some plan and I believe in him!

[Detson stops for a moment, grimacing from the pain but then he gets
onto the top turnbuckles, basically on one knee! He tries to turn
himself around as gently as he can on the top while on his knees and
then he slowly, with a grimace, gets to his feet and then he leaps
off..]

CL: SHOWSTOPPER SENTON BOMB..

FH: AIEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

[SHAKE THE WALLS DOWN MASSIVE POP]

CL: DANNY DANIELS MOVED OUT OF THE WAY THIS TIME!

Crowd: DANNY! DANNY! DANNY!

FH: This can't be happening!

Crowd: DANNY! DANNY! DANNY!

[Daniels rolls to his feet quickly and heads to the corner. He quickly
climbs up to the 2nd turnbuckle, looks at the fans briefly...]

Crowd: DANNY! DANNY! DANNY!

[Then leaps off..]

CL: TOODLES! HE HIT THE DIVING HEADBUTT!

FH: AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

[YES YES YES YES HOLY MOLY CANOLI AND RAVIOLI YES POP]

CL: Daniels scrambling for the cover, WE'RE GOING TO HAVE A NEW
PRESIDENT!

FH: *sobs*

Crowd: DANNY! DANNY! DANNY!

CL: Barnett in position... ONE!

Crowd: DANNY! DANNY! DANNY!

CL: TWO!

Crowd: DANNY! DANNY! DANNY!

CL: THREE.. NO! DAMNIT! DAMNIT!

[YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME SUPER DEFLATION POP!]

FH: ... YAY!!

CL: Detson got the shoulder up!

FH: I told you he wouldn't give up the Presidency, Chip! Not even
Daniels best moves can wrest the responsibility of this company away
from Detson! He is our REAL hero!

[Daniels can not believe it and he asks the referee but Barnett
assures him, it's only two. Daniels runs his hand over his face in
disbelief but shakes his head and gets to his feet.]

Crowd: DANNY! DANNY! DANNY!

[Daniels pumps a fist..]

Crowd: DANNY! DANNY! DANNY!

[Then grabs ahold of Detson and pulls the PVW President up from behind
and then...]

[JUMP FROM THEIR SEATS POP]

CL: SLEEPER HOLD! Danny Daniels has a sleeper hold on Detson!

FH: Shake it off, Mr. President! SHAKE IT OFF!

[Detson's eyes bulge out and he flails for the ropes but his ankle is
causing major pain and in trying to get to the ropes he basically
trips forward into the ropes hitting the ropes hard which also slap
Daniels in the head.]

[BOOS]

CL: Dammit! Detson has escaped with the ropes yet again in this match!

FH: What is wrong with you, Chip? Why do you want a buffoon like
Daniels as our President? You should be saying prayers in gratitude
that Detson is escaping!

[Barnett calls for the break and has to put a count on Daniels.
Daniels finally releases and the official has to push him back. Danny
pleads with the referee to let him go after his opponent while Detson
leans against the ropes, gritting his teeth. Daniels sees Detson
steadying himself and pushes past Barnett to go after his opponent
when...]

*CRACKAKOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW*

[WHAT THE?? NO WAY NOOOOOOOOO HEEL POP]

CL: JOHNNY KICK FROM OUT OF NOWHERE!

FH: OH MY GOD! YES! YES!

[Detson basically KO'S Daniels with a Johnny Kick FLUSH in the jaw!
Daniels drops like a ton of bricks and looks legit KO'd! Detson though
is ALSO on the canvas, holding his ankle and trembling from the pain!]

CL: That Johnny Kick has SILENCED this crowd!

FH: It's a Daniels Killer, Chip! Look! Danny Daniels is OUT!

CL: But.. Detson is in so much pain he can't even go for the cover!

FH: DAMNIT! Just.. Just roll over there, Mr. President! JUST ROLL OVER
TO HIM!

[Detson almost looks near tears from the pain in his ankle from what
Daniels did to it and what he just did to it, using that foot to hit
the Johnny Kick. Daniels remains OUT! PVW's President tries to roll
towards his opponent but stops to grabs his ankle and grit his teeth
from the horrible pain.]

FH: He's done for, Mr. President! Just roll over there!

CL: I think Detson is trying to do that, Fred, but the pain is too
great!

FH: Dammit! I better go in there and help him roll over there..

CL: Stay right where you are, Fred!

[Detson makes another roll then another until he is almost on his
opponent but before he can drape his arm over onto the challenger,
Daniels rolls over to his side!]

[HUGE POP]

Crowd: DANNY! DANNY! DANNY!

FH: Dammit!

CL: Danny Daniels has stirred after way too much time has passed after
that Johnny Kick...

FH: Dammit!

Crowd: DANNY! DANNY! DANNY!

[Detson shakes his head then struggles to one knee and grimaces from
the pain. He grits his teeth and stands up on his feet, then stumbles
against the referee who helps prop him up. Detson steadies himself and
hobbles to Daniels, grimacing all the while. He reaches down to grab
Double D.. ONLY FOR DANIELS TO SURPRISE HIM AND GRAB HIM AND ROLL HIM
UP IN A SMALL PACKAGE!]

[JUMP UP AND DOWN OH MY GOD POP]

CL: Daniels has rolled Detson up in a Small Package! Barnett leaping
into position... ONE!

Crowd: DANNY! DANNY! DANNY!

TWO!

Crowd: DANNY! DANNY! DANNY!

THREE! THREE!! OH MY GOD!

*DING DING DING*

[HOMETOWN HERO BLOW THE ROOF OFF THIS MOFO SHAKE THE HEAVENS AND
COSMOS SUPER POP]

CL: DANNY DANIELS HAS DONE IT! HE DID IT!

FH: ...

Crowd: DANNY! DANNY! DANNY!

CL: Let's get the official word..

HD: The winner of this contest and... The NEW PRESIDENT OF PVW.. DANNY
DANIELS!

[Daniels gets to his knees and opens his eyes wide in disbelief then a
GIANT smile spreads over his face and he jumps to his feet and jumps
up in the air pumping his fist as he does so!]

[OH MY GOD HOMETOWN HERO IS PRESIDENT HOLY MOLY POP]

CL: History has been made! Danny Daniels is the NEW President!

FH: ...

CL: Fred.. Fred? Are you OK?

FH: ... SON OF A ...

CL: Thank goodness we are on PPV!

[Detson lays on his back covering his face with his arms while Daniels
runs around the ring pumping his fist. Then the NEW PVW President
spots the young fan at ringside and then he jogs over to Detson and
grabs his boot! Detson looks up surprised and then sees Daniels
untying his boot again and Detson just shakes his head and drops his
head back and covers his face back up. Daniels gets the boot off and
rolls out of the ring and hands it back to the young fan..]

[OH HECK YEAH POP]

Crowd: DANNY! DANNY! DANNY!

CL: Words can not describe what we are seeing here folks! These are
amazing scenes.

FH: God dammit.

Crowd: DANNY! DANNY! DANNY!

[Daniels gives the young fan a handshake to go with the boot and then
he starts blowing kisses to the fans and shaking hands around
rignside.]

Crowd: DANNY! DANNY! DANNY!

CL: How do you segway off of this?  This was Main Event Caliber ...
The home town crowd is rocking!! And we have a new PVW President.

FH: What that is a fake title!

CL: Oh _NOW_ you say that ...  So, Detson was never our bosses.

FH: Detson will _always_ be our boss ... He is still the CEO.

CL: *sigh* Folk's we are just one match away from the MAIN EVENT, but
as we are headed to a close with Boiling Point ... That means we will
be headed towards our next PPV.

[Fade.]

Victorious warriors win first and then go to war, while defeated
warriors go to war first and then seek to win.

Sun Tzu

[Clips of PVW superstars begin to shuffle through ...]

VO: PVW Superstars ...

[The Clips continue.]

VO: Head to the bright lights of Sin City ...

[Clips of rookies, veterans, superstars, and legends.]

VO: With a chance of life time.

[...  and stop on the PVW World Heavyweight Championship.]

VO: To accomplish what very few men have done ... A chance to head
back to Phoenix to challenge for the PVW World Heavyweight
Championship.

[Cut to some of the most intense stand off's in PVW history.]

VO: Where feuds and hatred become an after thought ...

[A spin around camera shot of the bright lights of a jammed pack
crowd.]

VO: 30 Men ...

[The PVW ring.]

VO: One ring ...

[I Stand Alone by God Smack begins to play lightly in the background.]

VO: A shot at Immortality!

[The PVW - Shattered Dreams logo. The words - RUMBLE explode and form
underneath.]

CL: Last year Shattered Dreams was a two night event in both New York
and England ... This year it is set to take place in Las Vegas and we
will hold our first ever thirty man rumble!  The winner will take on
the World Heavyweight Champion.

FH: Gibson Hayes.

CL: Next up, will be our Main Event.  Before, we go to the Voice ...
We would like to thank everyone for tuning in tonight for both the
Preshow and the PPV.  For the last four years we have enjoyed bringing
the most entertaining brand of wrestling today.  While the roster has
made changes ... one thing has always stayed true.

FH: ME!

CL: The PVW hasn't gone anywhere ... And, we will always stay true to
this industry and our fans.  Tonight, our west coast, California tour
comes to a closure.  We will continue to tour through the United
States bringing wrestling across the globe ... but, while Phoenix will
always be our home.  California is sacred PVW grounds ... so THANK
YOU.

[Crowd chants a respect, PVW chant ...]

FH: Are they saying, FRED?

CL: That would be PVW.

FH: No, I think they are chanting, Fred!

[Fred Hoyle stands up at the announcing booth ... He takes a bow and
gives a wave as if the crowd is chanting, Fred.  The chants of PVW and
cheers turn to boo's.]

CL: Way to ruin the PVW chants.

FH: What did you do, Chip?  You must of stood up behind me and ruined
their chant.

CL: Yep that must of been it.  We would also like to thank the ASLL
for joining us and being part of a historic night.  Our growing
relationship has and will be beneficial for both promotions.

FH: Man you are just kissing everyone's rears here tonight.  Here let
me bend over so I can get mine too.

CL: Just recognizing those who helped in making this night what it
was. There is nothing wrong with being respectful, Fred ... Maybe,
_you_ should try it some day.

FH: When you are the announcer of the year, you don't have too.

CL: I am getting the green light ... Let's go the ring where Gibson
Hayes is set to defend the PVW World Heavyweight Championship ...
_ALONE_!  No, Bubba ... No, Uncle Frank ... No, Todd Johnstone ...

FH: Good!  When Gibson wins the match I don't want to hear any excuses
this time.

[We cut to a shot of the PVW ring.  The cage has returned to hanging
above the ring ...  Blood spots cover the ring from the earlier wars.
Climbing through the ropes and standing in the center of the ring ...
is the Voice!]

HD:  Our next match is scheduled for one fall, and is the MAIN EVENT
OF THE EVENING!!!

[The crowd cheers insanely!]

HD:  The following contest is for the PVW HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP OF
THE WORLD!!!

[Another deafening roar echoes through the arena.]

HD:  Introducing first, the challenger!!

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

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

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

HD:  Introducing first, the Challenger...

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

*FLASH FLASH FLASH FLASH*

HD:  From Las Vegas, Nevada...   Weighing in at 200 pounds...  THE
CRUISERWEIGHT ICON...

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

[The strobe lights go off on the stage until AsH stands in the smoke,
hands to the air with a MASSIVE smile on his face]

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

FH:  And here's the crybaby himself!

CL:  Crybaby?

FH:  That's right!  He already had his shot against Hayes, and lost
fair and square.

CL:  Fair and square?

FH:  So what's he do?  He cries and whines until the champion gives
him another match just to shut him up for the rest of us!  I can't
wait for the champ to put AsH in his place so the rest of us don't
have to listen to his whining anymore!

CL:  Once again, ladies and gentlemen, the views and opinions
expressed by Fred Hoyle do not represent those of Phoenix Valley
Wrestling, its employees,  business associates, or any sane person.

[AsH walks to the ring slapping hands of fans as he smiles and mugs to
the crowd.]

"A leap of faith"

[AsH laughs as he steps up the ringsteps and leaps to the top
turnbuckle in a single bound. He sails off in a fully spread backflip,
landing gently in the ring.]

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

[AsH raises his hand to the sky screaming "PVW!" along with the fans.]

HD: AND THE CHAMPION...

[The audience had just begun to calm down from AsH's entrance but
their rest was only brief as they begin to whip themselves into a
frenzy of anti-Gibson sentiment. The opening electronic tones and drum
beat of Eliot Lipp's "Rap Tight" begins to play over the PA system.]

GIBSON SUCKS - GIBSON SUCKS - GIBSON SUCKS

GIBSON SUCKS - GIBSON SUCKS - GIBSON SUCKS

GIBSON SUCKS - GIBSON SUCKS - GIBSON SUCKS

GIBSON SUCKS - GIBSON SUCKS - GIBSON SUCKS

GIBSON SUCKS - GIBSON SUCKS - GIBSON SUCKS

GIBSON SUCKS - GIBSON SUCKS - GIBSON SUCKS

GIBSON SUCKS - GIBSON SUCKS - GIBSON SUCKS

GIBSON SUCKS - GIBSON SUCKS - GIBSON SUCKS

[A stutter and cross fade leads to a new tune as Hayes stops just
beyond the entrance way. Red, white and blue spotlights shine on
Gibson as the song shifts to Nujabes's "World's End Rhapsody". The
music is surprisingly upbeat for its subject matter but this change in
routine shows how confident Gibson is at this very moment.]

HD: Hailing from Tuscaloosa, Alabama and weighing in at 228 pounds; he
is the first and only Triple Crown winner in PVW; he has the most
successful title defenses in PVW history; he is the man some call the
"Standard of Professional Wrestling"; he is also known as "Mr.
Tradition" but he is always "The Last, Best Hope for a Bright Future
and Better Tomorrow"; ladies and gentleman, your PVW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT
CHAMPION - GIBSON HAYES!

[A torrent of jeers and snarls from the audience climb the decibel
ladder as, from behind the curtain, emerges the Phoenix Valley
Wrestling World Heavyweight Champion - Gibson Hayes. Unlike before
Gibson stands alone. Todd Johnstone, Bubba Hayes and Evelyn Prosser
can only look on from their office in the dark recesses of the
building. Gibson is in a dark crimson cloak with the hood obscuring
his face. The two large blue banners unfurl with white circles and
interlocking GH in the center, slightly tilted. Gibson's ring attire
is red with navy blue piping and white kick pads with white knee
savers and elbow pads. Hayes ignores the crowd and walks purposefully
to the ring, calm as ever.]

GIBSON SUCKS - GIBSON SUCKS - GIBSON SUCKS

GIBSON SUCKS - GIBSON SUCKS - GIBSON SUCKS

GIBSON SUCKS - GIBSON SUCKS - GIBSON SUCKS

GIBSON SUCKS - GIBSON SUCKS - GIBSON SUCKS

GIBSON SUCKS - GIBSON SUCKS - GIBSON SUCKS

GIBSON SUCKS - GIBSON SUCKS - GIBSON SUCKS

GIBSON SUCKS - GIBSON SUCKS - GIBSON SUCKS

GIBSON SUCKS - GIBSON SUCKS - GIBSON SUCKS

[Hayes removes his cloak and hands the official his World Title, doing
some stretches while waiting for the official match to start.]

CL:  The champion may have a harder time here tonight with his helpers
barred from ringside!

FH:  Helpers?  What are you talking about, helpers?

CL: Hayes has managed to weasel his way out of proper challenges time
and time again with help from his entourage.

FH: With help? Gibson has done most of the work. I don't blame him for
not wanting to hog all the glory! Gibson is giving the little people
their time to shine. Gibson is the 1% that sympathizes with those
plebeian 99%'ers! Our future President will Occupy the White House and
America will be saved! Gibson Hayes in 2012!

CL: How much did Todd pay you for that plug?

FH: You can't ask me that question!

[The crowd cheers as the referee holds the gold title belt above his
head for all to see, before handing to an attendant at ringside and
motioning to the time keeper.]

___________    ____       ________________________________________
___  __ \_ |  / /_ |     / /
__  /_/ /_ | / /__ | /| / /    PVW World Heavyweight Championship
_  ____/__ |/ / __ |/ |/ /        AsH v. Gibson Hayes [c]
/_/     _____/  ____/|____________________________________________



*DING*DING*DING*




[The crowd erupts as AsH and Hayes walk to the center of the ring.
They stand face to face, Hayes grinning and running his mouth as AsH
merely stares directly into the eyes of the World Heavyweight
Champion.]

CL: Look at those eyes, Fred.  You can see the eye of the tiger in -

FH: I agree ... Gibson Hayes is in the zone and he is feeling it here
tonight.

CL: I was going to say, AsH, but okkkay.

[Gibson Hayes continues to jaw at the challenger, who continues to
burn holes into him with his stare.  After several moments, the smirk
fades from the champion and he falls silent, returning the
challenger's gaze.  The crowd grows hushed as the two opponents
continue their face off, each one waiting for the other to
blink or show some sign of weakness...]

FH:  Is this a wrestling match or a staring contest?

CL:  The champion and the challenger are sizing one another up, Fred.
Each one looking to see which one will blink first!  Whoever does,
could very easily be the loser not just of this battle of wills, but
the entire match!

[The stare down continues.  While AsH remains focused and calm as he
glares into the eyes of Hayes, the Champion's frown grows and he
begins to visibly squirm under the shriveling gaze of his opponent.
The crowd once again launches into the familiar chant...]


GIBSON SUCKS - GIBSON SUCKS - GIBSON SUCKS


GIBSON SUCKS - GIBSON SUCKS - GIBSON SUCKS


GIBSON SUCKS - GIBSON SUCKS - GIBSON SUCKS


GIBSON SUCKS - GIBSON SUCKS - GIBSON SUCKS


GIBSON SUCKS - GIBSON SUCKS - GIBSON SUCKS


GIBSON SUCKS - GIBSON SUCKS - GIBSON SUCKS


GIBSON SUCKS - GIBSON SUCKS - GIBSON SUCKS


GIBSON SUCKS - GIBSON SUCKS - GIBSON SUCKS


FH: I am just flabbergast at the lack of respect this crowd has had
all night.  This guy has brought PVW to great heights ... He has held
the Network, American, and now World Championship.  And they say he
sucks?  Give me a break!

CL: The San Fran fans has been a wonderful crowd here tonight.  They
have been passionate all night, so don't expect them to stop now!

[Hayes becomes more visibly distraught, while the challenger merely
remains calm and coolly continues his optical assault on the champion.
Gibson Hayes begins casting sideways glances at the chanting crowd,
the corners of his mouth twitching...]


GIBSON SUCKS - GIBSON SUCKS - GIBSON SUCKS


GIBSON SUCKS - GIBSON SUCKS - GIBSON SUCKS


GIBSON SUCKS - GIBSON SUCKS - GIBSON SUCKS


[The crowd continues to berate the World Champion, as he grows more
visibly distraught by the combination of their verbal onslaught, and
AsH's refusal to end his icy stare.  Hayes begins to mumble through
gritted teeth, his eyes flashing back and forth between his opponent,
and the masses crying out their disgust all around him...]


GIBSON SUCKS - GIBSON SUCKS - GIBSON SUCKS


GIBSON SUCKS - GIBSON SUCKS - GIBSON SUCKS

CL: These fans are giving it to Gibson Hayes!

FH: First the PVW keeps HOPE away from the ring and now they allow
this to go on ... CONSPIRACY!

[Finally, Hayes' frustration gets the better of him, and he ends the
mental showdown with a scathing open handed slap to AsH's left cheek!]

TWAAAAAP!

FH: That's right!

[The crowd 'OOOHH's' watching the stinging blow.  AsH blinks, but
otherwise remains motionless and resumes his stare.]

CL: AsH isn't backing down!

[The champion responds with another loud slap to the challenger's
cheek, which seems to almost glow red from the blow.  This time, AsH
bites his lower lip in pain and closes his eyes for a second before he
resumes his glare with even greater intensity.]

FH:  Ha!  Looks like we know who won that staring contest!

CL:  I don't think it's over yet, Fred!

[When AsH continues to glare at him, Gibson Hayes smiles broadly and
begins to once again run his mouth.  Then he delivers another scathing
slap to AsH's left cheek.  When the challenger doesn't respond, he
smiles and looks around at the crowd.  Hayes turns back to AsH, and
brings back his right hand to slap him once more, but before he can
deliver another humiliating blow, AsH decks him with a solid right
hand to his jaw!  The champion falls on his rump, his eyes big as
saucers as he scuttles away to the corner crab style.]

CL:  What was that you were saying about the winner, Fred?

FH:  What kind of dirty trick is that?  That was a blatant closed
fist!

[Hayes scrambles to get to his feet using the ring ropes for support.
He manages to get half erect before AsH charges into the corner and
drives a knee into the midsection of Hayes.  The champion's cheeks
puff out as the air is driven out of him and he falls forward to the
mat, ending on his hands and knees.]

FH: How humiliating for the Champion!

[He tries to crawl away from AsH who nails him with a stiff kick to
kidneys.  Hayes collapses to the mat, and rolls over onto his back.
AsH grabs the champ's feet and spreads his legs.  AsH brings up his
foot and stomps hard onto Hayes' abdomen, further driving the air from
the champion.  AsH brings up his foot once again, only this time, he
pauses before bringing it back down, and repositions it over the groin
of Gibson Hayes.  The crowd roars its approval as Hayes gets a
horrified expression upon his face and shakes his head.  His pleas
fall upon deaf ears, however, as AsH stomps down hard upon the champ's
crotch.  The crowd cheers as Hayes rolls around on the mat, holding
his injured junk and screaming in agony.]

FH:  No!  Come on ref, do something!!  Gibson Hayes has an obligation
to father children ensuring that future generations get his superior
genes!!!  This isn't just a matter of breaking the rules, but a matter
of survival of the species!!

CL:  Survival of the species?  Oh for the love of...

FH:   Yes!  For the love of humanity, Lester!  But you probably don't
care about that, do you?

CL:  *sigh*

[Gibson Hayes slowly sits up in the middle of the ring, a grimace of
pain on his face as his hands still protect his injured crotch.   He
opens his eyes just in time to see AsH's knee connect with his nose as
he rebounds off the ropes and delivers a shining wizard to the
champion.]

CRAACCK!

CL: Well placed Shining Wizard by AsH ... and look at Gibson Hayes!

[Hayes rolls around on the mat, kicking his legs and holding
his nose as AsH stands over him for a moment.  The Cruiserweight Icon
pulls the world champion to his feet, and as Hayes is bent over double
in pain, locks his head under his left arm.  He raises his right hand
as the crowd cheers him on.  He grabs Hayes by the waistband of his
tights as if to deliver a suplex, but before he can do so, Hayes
stomps down hard on AsH's foot, distracting the challenger for a
moment.  Gibson Hayes wraps his arms around his opponent's midsection
and charges forward, driving AsH's lower back into the turnbuckle.
While AsH is momentarily stunned, Hayes breaks free and drives the
butt of his elbow into his jaw.  AsH's head snaps back, and Hayes
gives him another elbow to the head.   Gibson Hayes turns away, his
back to AsH, and kicks backwards into AsH's gut. ]

CL:  Some nice counter wrestling by the world champion!  For all his
reliance on trickery and cheap shots, Gibson Hayes is a talented and
skilled wrestler.

FH:  He is the world champion, after all!  Of course he's a great
wrestler!!

CL:  That's not what I mean, Fred.  Certainly he's a great wrestler.
I just don't see the reason why a man who is so obviously talented
would choose to depend on cheap shots and shortcuts.

FH:  Because it's easier.  Duh!

[After taking a moment to heckle the booing fans, Hayes turns back to
face AsH, and whips him across the ring into the opposite turnbuckle.
AsH's lower back again collides into the corner.  AsH staggers out of
the corner, holding his lower back with a pained expression on his
face.  Gibson Hayes charges across the ring, but AsH deftly steps
aside, and the champ collides chest first into the corner.  Before he
can react, AsH follows with a standing dropkick to Hayes' spine,
driving his chest further into the turnbuckle.  The Cruiserweight Icon
grabs Hayes around the waist and delivers a German Suplex that slams
the world champion to the mat.  Hayes quickly rolls out of the ring to
collect himself.]

CL:  The champ taking a powder to the outside in an attempt to break
some of the momentum that AsH has been building!

FH:  I suppose that's a shortcut, right?

CL:  Actually Fred, that's just smart wrestling on the part of the
world champion.

FH:  What's this?  You're admitting the Gibson Hayes is a smart
wrestler?  I'm shocked that a mindless drone like you can part from
the company line long enough to admit that, Lester.

CL:  Once again, Fred, I have no idea what you're talking about.

FH:  Of course you don't.  Why don't you admit that PVW has had it out
for Gibson Hayes from day one?  That's how AsH got this rematch in the
first place.  But no matter how much they try to cheat him, Hayes
always finds a way to come out on top!

CL:  AsH got this rematch because he deserves it!  No matter what you,
Gibson Hayes and Todd Johnstone want everyone to believe!

[Outside the ring, Hayes seems quite pleased with himself.
Unfortunately for him, his celebration is cut short by AsH sailing
over the top rope and landing on top of him with a perfectly executed
Tope con Hilo.]

CL: AsH taking things to his specialty ... High risk and high rewards!

FH: Thankfully, Gibson is an all-around wrestler.  He can take on AsH
everywhere and anywhere.

[AsH feeling the roars from the San Fran crowd.  He pulls Hayes to his
feet and kicks him in the midsection doubling over the PVW World
Champion, and then springboards off the ring apron and uses his leg to
drive Hayes head first into the hard unforgiving cement.]

CL: AsH drives Hayes down to the cement and things are looking to go
from bad to worse for the Champion.

[AsH immediately gets to his feet, and rolls Hayes back into the ring
under the bottom rope.  AsH leaps gracefully up onto the ring apron
and runs to the corner to nimbly climb up to the top turnbuckle.
Hayes struggles to his feet, and turns around in time to see AsH's
boots just before he is nailed by a missile dropkick to the chest.
Hayes is knocked back and to the mat, and is immediately covered by
AsH for a pin.]





ONE !!!





TW –




[The referee taps AsH upon the shoulder and shows him Hayes' foot on
the rope.]

FH:  That was close one!

CL:  AsH showing just how much he does deserve this rematch with this
incredible show of his high-flying abilities.  He had the champion
reeling with that onslaught!

FH:  It's just too bad for AsH that Hayes is too smart for him!  Great
sense of ring awareness by the champion!

[AsH is back to his feet, and leans over to pull Hayes to his feet.
As he does, the World Champion gives him a three stooges-like poke in
the right eye.  AsH holds his injured eye while Hayes gets to his
feet, and stands behind him.  Hayes unwraps the tape on his right
wrist and whips AsH across the ring.  As the challenger rebounds
across the ring, Hayes stretches out the unfurled tape and catches AsH
directly across the throat with it.  AsH goes down to the mat and
quickly gets to his hands and knees, only to have Hayes wrap the tape
around his neck from behind and begin choking the challenger.
Thankfully the ref breaks up the blatant choke within seconds.]

CL:  A blatant choke by the champion!  Head referee Duke Martin
putting a quick stop to that nonsense!

FH:  That guy needs to mind his own business.

CL:  Fred, he's the referee.  That _is_ his business.

[In the ring, Hayes jumps up and sits with force upon the lower back
of AsH, using all his weight for added impact.  AsH's right arm goes
to his lower back and he grimaces in pain.  He struggles free of the
champion and heads towards the ropes.  As he is using the ropes to get
back to his feet, Gibson Hayes drives a hard elbow once more to the
small of AsH's back.  Hayes follows it up with another vicious blow to
the kidney area.  AsH slumps forward and uses the middle rope for
support as Hayes runs across the ring, rebounds off the far ropes and
charges back to deliver a stiff running knee to AsH's lower back.  The
champ follows up with several swift, powerful kicks to AsH's back.]

CL:  Gibson Hayes working on the lower back of AsH.  Again, Hayes
showing just how smart and skilled a wrestler he can be when he's not
looking for some easy way out.

FH:  It just kills you to admit that the Champ is a great wrestler
doesn't it?

CL:  Fred, I don't know where you get this stuff.   I have never once
denied Gibson Hayes' talent.  He's champion for a reason.

FH:  See, that wasn't so hard now, was it?

[AsH turns to face the champion, who delivers a series of kicks and
strikes to the challenger.  Hayes smiles as he lands blow after blow
to AsH, who is beginning to look the worse for wear.  Finally, he goes
for a strike but AsH blocks it.  Hayes attempts a forward kick.
Again, AsH blocks the incoming blow.  Hayes' grin turns to a frown and
he launches a flurry of martial arts kicks and strikes at the
Cruiserweight Icon, who in turn blocks each and every one.  As the
expression on the champion's face becomes more and more frustrated,
AsH begins to smile broader and broader.  Finally, AsH blocks a thrust
punch by Hayes and delivers a fierce punch of his own to the jaw of
the champion.  Gibson Hayes looks stunned and attempts a round house
kick, only to have his leg caught by AsH.]

FH: Hayes isn't having any of that, Chip!

[Hayes shakes his head 'no' as his eyes grow wide in fear.  AsH smiles
and sweeps the champion's remaining leg out from underneath him.
Gibson Hayes slams back first to the mat.  AsH grabs Hayes' free leg,
and falls backwards sling-shotting the World Champion up and over the
ring ropes to the outside. Hayes manages to grab the ring apron on the
way to the floor, allowing him to land partly on his feet.  AsH
rebounds off the far rope, and leaps into the air for a plancha but
Gibson Hayes steps to the side, and grabs AsH in mid-air, delivering a
Hot Shot across the barrier surrounding the ring!  Hayes collapses
onto his rump as AsH is hung out to dry across the barrier.]

CL:  AsH managing to counter the flurry of martial arts thrusts and
kicks and taking the champ to the outside, but Gibson Hayes once again
one step ahead and manages to stop the challenger cold just as it
looks like AsH is beginning to take control!

FH:  That's what all that jumping and flipping around will get you!
Now AsH is hung across the railing like my tightie whities on wash
day!

CL:  I could've gone the rest of my life without having that image put
into my head.

[Hayes stalks up behind AsH as he slides down to his feet.  Gibson
Hayes grasps AsH by the hair, and runs towards the ring post, ramming
the challenger's forehead into the hard metal pole!  He smashes AsH's
head into the post two more times, busting open the challenger's
forehead and unleashing a steady stream of blood, which mingles with
the sweat on AsH's brow to begin spreading all over his face.]

CL:  And now AsH has been busted open by the Champion!  AsH has been
doing everything in his power to keep Gibson Hayes off his feet
tonight, and has been mostly successful, but Hayes now seems to have a
definite upper hand!

FH:  It was only a matter of time!  I told you that AsH had no
business being in the ring with a champion of Gibson Hayes' caliber!

[Hayes rolls AsH back into the ring, and the challenger crawls away to
the opposite corner.  Hayes walks slowly towards his bloodied
opponent, grinning like the cat that swallowed the canary.  AsH is
shaking his head, trying to clear his head, and wipe the still flowing
blood from his eyes.  Hayes grabs AsH in a side headlock and begins
knuckling his head.]

FH:  NOOGIES!  *laughs*

CL:  And now the World Champion is adding insult to injury!  Instead
of capitalizing on his opponent's injury, Gibson Hayes chooses to
instead humiliate him!

FH:  He's a showman, that's all!  He's just putting on a show for
these people.  Not that these ingrates are smart enough to appreciate
it!

[Hayes beams as he continues to knuckle AsH's head while the crowd
boos him furiously.  The look of smug satisfaction quickly changes to
one of horror and the fans begin cheering and laughing as AsH begins
fumbling around in the Champion's trunks!]

FH:  What in AsH doing?

CL:  AsH is digging around in Gibson Hayes' trunks!!  What in the
world is going on?

FH:  He didn't even buy him a drink first!  Hey, AsH, No means No,
okay?  Somebody call SVU!!

[Hayes releases AsH and steps back as the challenger removes something
from his trunks.  The champ fumbles with his waist band and turns to
face AsH, a look of humiliation and rage on his face.  His expression
quickly fades as a handful of fine white powder is thrown into his
face by AsH!  Gibson Hayes claws at his eyes, desperately trying to
wipe the stinging salt from them.  As he staggers blindly around the
ring, AsH scrambles to the top turnbuckle, and moonsaults off the top,
catching Hayes as he's still standing and driving him to the mat, and
hooking his right leg!]





ONE!!!







TWO!!!







THR –







[The crowd all sighs in collective disappointment as the champion
somehow manages to kick out!!]

CL:  Near fall by the challenger!

FH:  This is a travesty!!  This must be Hell for them!!

CL:  For who?

FH:  Poor Todd, Bubba and Evelyn can only watch from that room while
Gibson Hayes is being cheated out here!   They're helpless to come to
the aid of their friend!!

CL:  I think I should point out the fact that if Gibson Hayes hadn't
brought that packet of salt to the ring with him in the first place,
AsH wouldn't have been able to use it.

FH:  And how do you know that Hayes brought it?  I bet AsH brought it
and did that whole thing with the champ's trunks just to throw
everyone off!

[AsH pounds the mat in frustration and gets to his feet.  Gibson Hayes
rubs his eyes and blinks, still trying to get his vision back to
normal.  AsH jumps, lands feet first on the second rope, and launches
himself backwards, performing a picture perfect split-legged moonsault
onto the champion!  AsH grabs both of Hayes' legs and goes for another
pin...]






ONE!!!







TWO!!!






THRE –




[At the last possible moment, Gibson Hayes rolls one of his shoulders
clear of the mat, triggering a wave of boos and gasps throughout the
arena.  This time, as AsH gets to his feet, Gibson Hayes rolls over to
the ring ropes and wraps his arms around the bottom rope.  He shakes
his head, trying to clear some of the cobwebs, and begins to get to
his feet.  AsH approaches the champ from behind but Hayes delivers a
reverse turning kick to the mid-section of the challenger.  AsH
doubles over and Hayes faces him.  As the challenger straightens up,
Hayes' right leg hooks around to nail AsH's head...]

FH:  GHK-1!!

[Before the kick can connect, however, AsH ducks.   Gibson spins and
combos into a back heel kick with his former plant foot, but AsH
backflips out of the way!  Gibson regains his balance, but AsH spear
tackles him, driving him through the middle and bottom ropes!  Both
men land in a heap on the outside of the ring, and AsH rolls off of
Hayes, who lies there, staring up at the lights.  Both men lay there
for several moments, breathing heavily.]

CL:  Incredible counter by AsH!   Both champ and challenger are
pulling out all the stops here tonight!!

[Champion and challenger struggle to their feet.  Suddenly, out of
nowhere, Gibson Hayes in a rare show of power hoists AsH off of the
ground and brings him down into a stomach breaker!  AsH holds his gut,
trying to catch his breath as Hayes staggers back and falls on his
rump, leaning against the ring apron.]

CL:  Gibson Hayes is trying everything to stop AsH in his tracks!!

FH:  Come on champ!  Get back in the ring!!

[Duke Martin begins counting to ten in the ring...]







ONE!!!








TWO!!!







THREE!!!





[Gibson Hayes grabs the ring apron and slowly pulls himself up to his
feet.  Meanwhile, AsH, still holding his injured abdomen, rolls over
onto his hands and knees and crawls over towards the barrier...]




FOUR!!!





FIVE!!!



[AsH uses the barrier for support and resumes his footing.  Hayes is
oblivious to this, however, as he manages to stand up.  He weaves back
and forth, trying to collect his wits...]




SIX!!!








SEVEN!!!





[Hayes shakes his head, flinging sweat everywhere.  He grabs the
bottom rope, and begins to hoist himself up, but before he can, he is
struck squarely between the shoulder blades by a standing dropkick
from AsH!  The force of the kick propels Hayes forward, where his head
collides directly into the metal ring post!  Gibson Hayes staggers
backwards, blood spurting from the laceration on his forehead.]






EIGHT!!!






NINE!!!





[AsH rolls the champion into the ring under the bottom rope, and
immediately slides in after him, barely beating the count of ten!]

CL:  And now Gibson Hayes is bleeding profusely!  Both men are bloody
and broken, yet neither one is willing to give in!

FH:  This is terrible!  Somebody needs to stop this travesty!!

CL:  You didn't want to stop the match when Hayes bloodied AsH
earlier!

FH:  That was different!

CL:  How?

FH:  I don't like AsH!

[As Hayes struggles to regain his footing, AsH climbs the corner once
more.  However, the match, and loss of blood is taking its toll on
him, and he has to rest for a moment while sitting on the top rope.
He tries to wipe some of the sticky blood from around his eyes, and is
caught with a forearm to the gut by Gibson Hayes, who is now on his
feet.  Hayes follows up with a closed fist to the temple of AsH, who
is stunned!  Hayes climbs up to the top turnbuckle, straddling AsH as
he does so. He pulls AsH to his feet, and both men are now standing on
the top ropes in the corner.  Gibson Hayes goes to deliver a suplex,
but AsH blocks it by delivering a glancing blow to the champion's
midsection!  AsH punches Hayes again, and again, and again, finally
forcing Hayes to release him.  AsH then immediately delivers a
swinging neck breaker to the champion from the top rope!  Both men
land with full force on the mat, the impact reverberating throughout
the arena as the fans scream wildly!!]

FH:  NO!!!

CL:  An incredible counter move by AsH!!!  But at what cost?  Both men
are obviously hurt by that last maneuver!!

FH:  This is terrible!!

[Hayes tries to sit up, but collapses back onto his back and lays
there, unmoving.  AsH pulls himself along the ropes to the corner once
more.  He holds his lower back and grimaces in pain as he gets to his
feet.  Gibson Hayes continues to lie motionless on the mat, his eyes
glassed over.  AsH manages to make it to the top of the corner
turnbuckle, and nearly falls head first to the mat while trying to
stand.  He manages to regain his balance, and shakily gets to his
feet...]

FH:  NO!!!  Get up champ!!

CL:  AsH is going back up to the high rent district!!   Gibson Hayes
is out!!!  This could very well be the end of Gibson Hayes
championship reign!

FH:  NEVER!!!  IT CAN'T BE!!!

[AsH launches himself from the turnbuckle, spinning laterally into a
sky twister press...]

CL:  AIR RAGE!!!

[At the last possible split second, the champion manages to shift
slightly, so that when AsH lands, instead of colliding square on top
of him, part of AsH's lower back actually makes contact with the hard
mat.  However, the move still connects.  AsH yells in pain, but still
manages to cover the champion for a pin...]





ONE!!!







TWO!!!!







THRE –



[Gibson Hayes somehow manages to get his left shoulder free from the
mat, breaking the pin.]

FH:  YES!!!  Hayes kicked out of the AIR RAGE!!

CL:  Gibson Hayes has managed to kick out of one of AsH's most
devastating maneuvers!!!  Something no other competitor has ever
managed to do!!!  He's showing us all why he's champion!!

FH:  Not only champ, but the greatest PVW Champion ever!!!

CL:  That is for history to decide, Fred, but there's little doubt
that Gibson Hayes will go down in history as a great World Champion!
And AsH has got to be frustrated!  He simply can't seem to keep the
champ down for the count!

[Despite the pain on his face, AsH's frustration and rage seems to
fuel him, and he manages to get to his feet quickly.  Hayes too,
somehow finds the strength to stand.  The champion uses the ropes as
support, panting heavily and trying to regain some strength.  AsH
circles the center of the ring, letting out a loud shout that causes
the capacity crowd to respond in kind.  As the crowd cheers him on,
AsH approaches the champion, but is stopped dead in his tracks by a
vicious knee to the groin by Gibson Hayes!!  A loud boo echoes
throughout the arena, and AsH collapses to his knees.]

CL:  Low Blow by the world champion!!!  And the ref wasn't in position
to see it!

FH:  See what?  I didn't see anything.

CL:  I'm sure you didn't, Fred.

FH:  No, really.   What'd I miss?

[Hayes delivers a stiff kick to the side of AsH's head.  Hayes' eyes
flash wildly as he slowly circles his downed opponent.  He looks out
at the masses filling the arena and raises his arms as if in victory.
The crowd immediately unleashes a barrage of boos and jeers at him.
Hayes grabs AsH by the neck, falls to one knee and snap mares him
over.]

THUUUD!

FH:  RED LIGHT!!!!  That's it, it's over!!!

[Hayes rises to his feet and again raises his arms in victory.  The
crowd lets loose another volley of boos as Hayes cockily walks over to
AsH who is regaining his feet.  Hayes rakes the laces of his boots
across the injured forehead of AsH, re-starting the flow of blood that
had slowed to a trickle.  Hayes pulls AsH to his feet, and locks him
up, He lifts AsH off the mat and holds his body vertically for several
moments, setting up for what appears to be a stalling brainbuster...]

FH:  PURPLE POISON!!!  THIS IS IT!!! GAME OVER!!!

[Before Hayes can deliver the move, however, AsH shifts his weight,
and Hayes falls backwards, landing on the mat with AsH on top of him.
AsH quickly hooks a leg and the ref drops into position...]




ONE!!!





TW –


[Hayes quickly kicks out of the pinning attempt.  AsH gets to his feet
first, rebounds off the far ropes and nails Hayes in the chest with a
running dropkick.  The back of Hayes' skull collides with the mat as
he falls back, and AsH runs to the corner as the World Champion sits
back up.  AsH nimbly leaps to the top of the turnbuckles and
springboards off the ropes into a somersault missile dropkick which
connects with the jaw of Gibson Hayes!   The crowd erupts yet again!]

CRACK!

CL:  ICONOCOLYPSE!!!  AsH has connected with that devastating
maneuver!  This has to be it!!

[AsH covers Hayes and Duke Martin beings the count...]





ONE!!!







TWO!!!







THRE –


[The crowd groans as Hayes kicks out his right foot and places it
deftly upon the bottom rope.  Duke Martin stops the count and points
out the champ's foot on the rope to AsH.  AsH pounds the mat in
frustration, and Hayes leaps to his feet.]

CL: AsH came only a millisecond away from capturing the PVW World
Championship right there.  Both men have been busted open.

FH: You knew it had to happen, Chip.  After everything that has went
down tonight ... It would have been only fitting if both AsH and Hayes
were busted open.

[AsH now locks on a full-nelson on the champion.  Hayes keeps his neck
forward knowing this could lead into a bulldog.]

CL: Hayes is trying to avoid the AsH Kisser ... He knows if he gets
nailed with this it could be over.  AsH trying to work his
positioning!

FH: Hayes scouts every one of his opponents.  This PVW World
Championship is his life.

[AsH keeps the full-nelson locked and he uses the corner to climb up
and do a different version of the AsH Kisser slamming the champion
face
first down into the mat.]

THUUUUUUD!

CL: I ... don't know if that was the AsH kisser, but it was close
enough and AsH drops down for another cover.  This could spell, new
champion right here!

FH: No!






ONE !!!







TWO !!!







THREE !!!




[The cheers are quickly drowned out to jeers when they realize that,
Gibson Hayes again placed that bottom foot on the ropes, saving his
champion reign again.  AsH hops to his feet questioning the referee,
saying that looked awfully close to a three count.]

CL: I have to agree that was splitting hairs right there!

FH: It's the Duke's job to get it right.  He can't give AsH the
benefit of the doubt.  Plus haven't you heard the saying, tie goes to
the champion?

CL: No ... I have never heard that.

[AsH shakes his head as Gibson Hayes has used the ropes to pull
himself back to his feet ... AsH turns to face Hayes and is nailed in
the midsection by a vicious Front Snap Kick to the gut by Gibson
Hayes!  AsH bows his head as the wind is knocked out of him, and is
immediately nailed in the skull by roundhouse kick!]

CL:  FSK!!!  Followed up immediately by the GSK!!!!!  Two devastating
kicks to the challenger by Gibson Hayes!!!

FH:  YES!  Finish it!  Finish it!!

[AsH staggers from the impact of the champ's boot to his head, right
into the arms of Gibson Hayes, who lifts him up and hits the slingshot
suplex.]

THUD!

FH: Bounce Check ... And, AsH time is coming to a closure.

CL: Hayes is slow making it over to cover, AsH and he finally does.




ONE !!!







TWO !!!




[AsH kicks out with attitude.  Hayes pulls AsH up, who rolls the
champion up with a shocking inside cradle!]




ONE !!!







TWO !!!






THREE !!!




[But, before the actual three count ... The Champion turns it over and
now has the position for the count.]







ONE !!!








TWO !!!





CL: Duke has stopped and he is pointing at Gibson Hayes who has a
handful of tights.

FH: Just do your job, Duke!

CL: That's what he is trying to do.

[AsH fires out ... The two men are both on their feet.  AsH charges
and is caught with a tilt-a-whirl ... but AsH lands on his feet, he
ducks a big swinging round house kick.  AsH goes for another Icon
Cutter ... but Hayes shoves him off and into the corner of the
turnbuckles ... AsH bounces out stunned and is hit in the back of the
head with a backfirst.]

TWAAAP!

CL: AsH was just drilled in the back of his head by that vicious back
fist, but he STAYS on his feet.

FH: The guy has a lot of fight in him doesn't he?

[AsH turns right into a waiting Gibson Hayes, who lifts him up into
position for a vertical suplex, and then drops the challenger directly
onto the top of his skull!!!]

KAAAATHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD!

FH:  PURPLE POISON!!!!!  IT'S ALL OVER!!!!!!

[A bloodied, Hayes covers an equally bloodied, AsH as Duke Martin
falls to the mat and counts...]






ONE!!!









TWO!!!







THREE!!!



DING!  DING!!  DING!!!

[The bell rings as the ref counts to three.  Hayes immediately rolls
out of the ring, and collapses to the floor.]

CL:  He did it!  Gibson Hayes has managed to earn a hard fought
victory against his nemesis AsH!  But make no mistake, AsH took the
champion to the limit here tonight!!  A great showing by both
competitors!!!

FH:  But not good enough!!!   Now maybe the champ can concentrate on
someone who actually, _deserves_ a title match!!

CL:  No one in their right mind can claim that AsH didn't prove he was
worthy of any sort of title match after this performance here tonight!
Incredible showing by both me, but it was Gibson Hayes who managed to
come out with the victory!!

[Duke Martin leaves the ring and helps Hayes to his feet.  After a few
moments, he raises Gibson Hayes' hand in victory.]

FH: Gibson Hayes proved that there isn't anything the PVW can do!
They banned the General and the whole PVW from the locker room, but in
the end _nobody_ can beat Gibson Hayes.

CL: AsH gave it his all tonight and just fell short, but nobody can
say he doesn't belong inside the ring with the best the PVW has to
offer.

FH: I can!

[The fans unhappy with the outcome get even more boo happy when, the
celebration begins as the general of the PVW, Todd Johnstone
begins to head down the aisle way with HOPE's enforcer, Uncle Frank.
The fans begin to fill the ring with trash as, Mr. Unbeatable, the PVW
World Heavyweight Champion, Gibson Hayes stands raising the biggest
prize in our industry high in the air.]

CL: And here comes what's left of HOPE, I can only assume.

FH: It's a moment that gives all of us watching on, HOPE ...

[And the boos grow louder as Johnstone, Frank, and Hayes all stand
inside the ring ... then Derek Weaver and say it ain’t so ... the PVW
American Champion, Herscher von Donkerhardt emerge from the back as
Todd Johnstone cackles inside the ring.]

FH: It's Derek Weaver and Herscher von Donkerhardt!

[The boos intensify as the crowd sees von Donkerhsrdt.]

CL: What!?!? Are you kidding me? Perry Fontana ... AsH ... _ALL_ of us
were set up!  That bastard, those bastards ... damn them all!

FH: Todd Johnstone had a plan to hold all of PVW gold tonight ...

CL: Thank god, Max and Sal were able to spoil his master plan.

FH: And that is the very reason we don’t see Livestock Zappa and The
Gutch in that very ring right now!

[The roaring boos of the fans continue to raise in intensity as Uncle
Frank drops down to his knees and just begins to rain bombs on the
already busted open AsH as Gibson Hayes barks orders at the enforcer.]

CL: OH COME ON!  This is completely and utterly uncalled for!

FH: AsH is going to be the message to the PVW locker room, Chip.

CL: DAMN THEM! They can have your moment ... They can have their
celebration ...

[Uncle Frank grabs Ash by the head roughly scooping him up and
slamming him hard into the mat with a slam.]

CL: But AsH for all he was worth tonight!  Respect his efforts and let
him be!

FH: What is happening to AsH right now will be the true message of
true HOPE for all to see.

[And as, what we can only assume is the four men who are now carrying
the banner of HOPE, stand in the ring ... A blood curling round of
boos and screams erupt forth from the crowd; as the steel cage that
was hanging above the ring and used in the tag team title match ...
begins to lower once again from the ceiling.]

CL:  WHAT?!? HOW IS THIS HAPPENING!

FH: It has to be Bubba, he's not out there with Johnstone he must have
someone gotten the cage controls!

CL: NO! NO! NO!

FH: This doesn't look good for AsH, Chip.

CL: And yet there you are smiling. Come on somebody stop this!

[Duke Martin tries to pull Uncle Frank, who has his hands around the
neck of AsH like a vice grip, off of AsH but before he can HvD grabs
Martin by the shoulders and tosses him between the middle and top
ropes.]


"___TTTHHHUUUDDD___"


CL: Duke Martin hits the concrete floor hard! There's going to be a
fine levied for that!

FH: I don't think anyone cares about fines tonight! Look Chip, the
cage is now surrounding the ring!

CL: NO!

[Uncle Frank once again pulls AsH to his feet but AsH grips the top of
his head and drops to his knee catching Uncle Frank with a jawbreaker.
Everyone's favorite Uncle grabs his jaw as Ash stands to his feet,
purely on instincts and kicks Uncle Frank in the midsection and tosses
back a back elbow into the jaw of the charging PVW American Champion.]

CL: AsH is in survival mode and he's not going out without a fight!

[Derek Weaver charges forward and AsH is able to duck under a
clothesline attempt, AsH rushes towards the far side ropes and
rebounds. He uses the momentum to leap frog over Derek Weaver, who
drops his head a split second early. AsH stops himself abruptly as he
he lands on the mat and grabs the head of Derek Weaver as he spins
around. The crowd erupts in hope as they sense the Icon Cutter coming
but the Champion drills him with a vicious GHK-1. The fans erupt in a
massive chorus of boos as Gibson Hayes screams for HvD to pull AsH to
his feet. The American Champion snaps him to his feet and Hayes just
paint brushes the face of AsH with a series of bitch slaps. The crowd
boos the complete lack of respect from the champion as he finishes by
spitting in his face.]

CL: Completely disgusting! I can't believe this man represents the
PVW!

[HvD sends AsH across the ring towards the latest addition to PVW and
HOPE, Derek Weaver, who lowers his head and grabs AsH with a double
leg take down and drives him into the mat with authority. AsH's head
slams into the mat and Weaver floats up and just begins to  _unload_
on the head of AsH with a series of vicious elbow strikes and then
transitions to unload with stiff right hands as he grabs AsH’s head
with his left hand.]

CL: Derek Weaver is a dangerously trained individual and he is doing
the dirty work as Todd Johnstone applauds!

[Todd Johnstone stops applauding and tosses a chain and lock to HvD
who wraps it around the cage door and the cage.]

CL: And they are locking the cage! This is just sickening ... _ALL_ of
these men should be suspended after this!

[As Derek Weaver continues to pound away at AsH, Gibson Hayes raises
his PVW World Heavyweight Championship into the air. The crowd
continues their venomous boos. Todd Johnstone points at the champion
as Derek Weaver raises his right hand, which is covered in AsH’s blood
and drives it once again into the head of AsH.]

FH: The PVW World, American, and TV Champions inside that ring, right
now as unified unit! Do you know who is going to stand up to this new
force? Well do you, Chip?

[Before Chip Lester can respond Fred shouts.]

FH: I'll tell you Chip, no one!

[And as Fred finishes his sentence the crowd erupts in jubilation as
the torn mask, stitched up, Senor Cloak Dos begins to make his way to
the ring. A series of medical personal try to stop him from making his
way down the aisle but he shoves them aside. The crowd continues to
scream with hope in their voices as the big man from Chicago,
Sinister, emerges from the back. And right behind him are the bandaged
and bloodied Max and Sal, who begin to run at full speed down the
aisle way and towards the cage.]

CL: HERE COMES SOME REAL HOPE!

FH: The cage is locked so the only way in is over the top! What a
masterful stroke by Johnstone!

[Senor Cloak Dos is the first one to make it to ring side and he leaps
up grabbing the side of the cage and begins to climb. The crowd cheers
as Senor Cloak Dos nears the top of the cage. Uncle Frank though is
climbing the cage as well.]

CL: Cloak grabs the top of the cage and begins to pull himself up. NO!
Uncle Frank drives a right hand into the jaw of Cloak stopping him
from making it over the cage. Frank pulls himself up to the top of the
cage and grabs Cloak by the head.

[The crowd boos as Cloak's head bounces off the steel of the cage.
Cloak's right hand slips off the steel bar. As Cloak fights to
maintain his own balance on the cage Big Daddy Sin has grabbed the
cage and is making his way to the top. The American Champion sees the
locker room leader and begins to make his way to the top. Inside the
ring Hayes once orders Derek Weaver to pull AsH to his feet. Sinister
nears the top of the cage but von Donkerhardt is already there and
plasters him with a right hand and a second right hand. Sinister
though maintains his grip and continues to pull himself up.]

CL: The crowd is loving the fighting spirit of Sinister as he pulls
himself up ... and is met with another right hand. Sinister is a bit
wobbly as a forth right hand is delivered right between his eyes!

[Max and Sal begin to climb the cage on opposite sides as Uncle Frank
grabs the head of Cloak and just slams it hard into the cage once
again. As Cloak teeters Uncle Frank nails him with a right hand that
sends Cloak falling to the concrete floor below!]

FH: Johnstone is barking out orders ... as Uncle Frank drops off of
the cage and begins to climb to met Max!

CL: Meanwhile, Weaver has just sent AsH into the cage ... And DAMMIT,
Hayes is there grinding his face into that cage as if he is taunting
everyone inside this damn arena!

[Donkerhardt drives his thumb into the eye of Sinister and nails him
with a right hand. The American Champion drives an elbow into
Sinister's hand that causes him to release the top of cage and von
Donkerhardt unloads with a series of right hands that cause the big
man to fall.]

CL: Sinister lands on his feet ... but he's grabbing his right knee!

FH: If he's tweaked that knee once again I promise you this is the end
of AsH tonight!

[HvD drops to the mat and begins to climb the cage besides Uncle Frank
to brutalize Max as Weaver has ascended the cage and is slamming Sal's
head into the cage. Sal continues to hold on as inside the ring Hayes
pulls the bloodied AsH to his feet and applies a front chancery.]

CL: What is Hayes thinking about doing now?

[Hayes begins to lift AsH into the air as the crowd roars loudly as
both Max and Sal are firing off rights of their own into the heads of
Uncle Frank and Derek Weaver. Senor Cloak Dos checks on Sinister who
motions for him to climb the cage, and the masked rookie quickly
begins to ascend. Hayes has AsH up and is just holding him in the air
with a vertical suplex.]

CL: AsH is in some serious trouble right now!

FH: Hayes is allowing the blood to flow ... well out of AsH's skull
onto the mat below ... BRAINBUSTER!   _TWO_ PURPLE POISON DROPS
TONIGHT ... No, man can survie this kind of beating.

[The crowd moans as AsH's skull is driven into the mat. But the moans
soon become cheers as Cloak has reached the top of the cage and
perched himself on the corner. HvD looks over in time to see Cloak
leap from the top of the cage towards Hayes who is getting to his
feet.]

CL: Cloak leaps ...

[Flashbulbs erupt from the arena as the young man flies through the
air and HvD drops to the mat. Hayes dives to the side and Cloak
connects with nothing but mat!]


"___TTTHHHUUUDDD___"


CL: NO! CLOAK MISSED!

FH: And Johnstone is screaming at HvD to grab!

[HvD quickly grabs Cloak and forces him into the ropes. HvD drives the
point of his elbow into the masked man's face.]

FH: And Uncle Frank sends Max crashing to the floor and Weaver sends
Sal down as well!

CL: Sinister is shaking the cage as he winches in pain and he's now
screaming for some extra help!

FH: No one would be stupid enough to come out now! HOPE is in complete
charge!

[HvD ties Cloak into the ring ropes and Johnstone walks over and
screams at him to watch. The crowd though erupts as the new ASLL Tag
Team Champions The Berserkers come running down the aisle way.]

CL: And here come THE BERSERKERS!

[Johnstone screams for HvD, Weaver and Uncle Frank to ready themselves
and the three men do as the big men from Chicago come running down the
aisle!]

FH: Sinister is still holding his knee but he's like a general right
now barking orders for the ASLL Champions to scale the cage ... and
they are! But so are the members of HOPE!

CL: Max and Sal are pushing themselves to their feet and Sal's wounds
have been busted open again.

[Johnstone grabs AsH and pulls him to his feet. Johnstone chickenwings
Ash's arms behind his back as Senor Cloak Dos is tied up in the ropes
screaming NO! DON'T! NO! Gibson Hayes grabs the PVW World Heavyweight
Championship and breaths on it twice before rushing forward and
driving the gold belt into AsH's bloodied face. Johnstone releases the
arms of AsH and he just slumps to the mat. The crowd boos louder than
anyone could have expected as Gibson Hayes lifts the PVW World
Championship into the air, a few drops of AsH's blood fall from the
gold to the mat. Cloak continues to scream at the champion as Wolf
just absorbs a few monstrous rights from Uncle Frank and fires back a
few of his own.]

CL: GOOD GAWD ... THIS IS ABSOLUTELY UNCALLED FOR!

FH: Johnstone has surrounded himself with some of the best in the
wrestling world and they are making a hell of a point tonight!

[Max and Sal grab the cage and begin to try and climb it again as
Weaver and HvD are able to shove Doom to the floor. Wolf though
connects with a thunderous right hand that sends Uncle Frank to the
mat.]

CL: And Wolf is swinging his leg over the top of cage ...

FH: And there's Weaver and HvD! And there goes Wolf to the floor as
well!

CL: Damn it! Folks, we are out of time ... Tonight ... Forget it this
ending has ruined talking glowingly about such an important night.  I
am just SICK!

[We cut back to the ring where AsH is laid out in his own blood ...
HOPE members fighting off some of PVW's biggest fan favorites ...
Chip's voice is heard one last time.]

[HUGE THANK GOD, POP!]

CL: HERE COMES PHOENIX ...

BIG ERIC SEIGER ...

MARCUS MANSON ...

PERRY FONTANA ...

DANNY DANIELS ..

CHRIS HARTT ...

SUPREME WRIGHT ...

MATT TIEGS ...

FH: He just got here!

CL: THE PVW IS STANDING UP AND PUTTING AN END TO THIS ...

WE

WILL

SEE

YOU

AT

HEATWAVE!

[Wrestlers poring out of the back as we fade to the PVW logo.]