[A dark hotel room. Clothing is strewn about, in various degrees of
soil and the curtains are drawn tightly together and held with
clothespins. A suitcase is tipped off of the rack set aside for it and
the last few pieces of clean clothes spill out of it. A man is sitting
in one of the uncomfortable hotel armchairs, his back to the camera.
Hit outline is barely visible in the darkened room, but it is easy to
see his hair is shaved and he sits without a shirt on.]

*BRING.... BRING.... BRING*

[An old rotary phone rings on the particle board night table next to
the chair. Without looking at it he reaches over and pulls the
receiver off the cradle. Still staring into nothing, he raises the
phone to his ear and, in a voice of calm masking obvious frustration,
he speaks]

Man: I am becoming impatient.

[The man on the other end is none other than the most hated
manipulator in PVW's history, Todd Johnstone]

Johnstone: And? Should I give two shits about whether or not Mr.
Important has to wait a few minutes before he actually becomes useful?
Sit tight and wait for instructions on who you're going to remove from
the face of the planet.

Man: It doesn't matter to me who or where I act. I simply want to know
the when. Scratch that. I want the when to be right now... because
this inactivity is becoming tedious. You hired me because you know who
I am and what I can do. So you, of anyone right now, should understand
just how, let's say unpleasant, I can be when kept back for too long.

I become restless. And that, in turn, causes problems for anyone
unfortunate enough to be around me.

[A "good" natured laugh is heard on the other end of the receiver.]

Johnstone: Why do you think I have you waiting? I want you reading to
tear out my throat. The more impatient and frustrated you become - the
better. I want you to cry havoc and let loose the dogs of wars. I want
you to end livelihoods and cause mothers to weep openly at the loss of
their darling young sons.

Man: I assure you that this would happen regardless of my impatience.
The wake behind me proves that better than any empty threats to your
well being would. So I won't make empty threats.

I'll make real ones.

[The man's voice is ice cold, and his next words come out so readily
and with such ease that they could be nothing but the absolute truth]

If I want your throat, I will have it before you even realized
something is amiss.

Johnstone: Fine, fine. Boiling Point. Everything goes into motion at
Boiling Point. There is going to be a heap of corpses made that night
- and what better way to announce our "agreement" than over spilled
blood?

[The man doesn't answer. He simply places the phone back on the cradle
and runs his hands over his head, his frustration almost visibly
emanating from his body.]








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	    BOILING POINT II, PRESHOW - SAN FRANCISCO, CALIFORNIA

		            Live at Cow Palace

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[Cow Palace ...

San Francisco, California ...

Live on Cable TV, and we open inside the jammed packed sold out arena
as we reach our final night in the, California tour ... It's all come
down to this, Boiling Point II.  The camera surveys the crowd and like
usual the fans have brought their passion, support, and in some cases
sense of humor.

IN MEMORY OF JOSIE / HOPE FOR A NEW CHAMPION / I AM FONTANA'S SON! /
I'M A MASKED BRO, NOW WHERE IS MY HO? / CHIP'S WIFE WANTS ME /
NEVERMIND STOLE MY CHANGE / PVW HAS LEFT IT'S HARTT IN SAN FRANCISCO /
DANNY DANIELS WILL ALWAYS BE OUR PRESIDENT! / THIS IS BERSERKER
COUNTRY / THE DEVIL CAME DOWN TO CALI - AND FOUND NO SOUL TO STEAL /

The PVW ring sits proudly in the center.  The prestigious PVW banner
sits side-by-side with the Boiling Point II banner draped over the
side.  Fireworks launch out of the turnbuckles and explode high in the
sky as the fans give out their first loud "POP" of the night.

Forced to stay true to their Cable TV time slot, we cut right into the
voices of Shockwave: Joshua Morgan and Matthew Anderson.]

JM: Welcome ladies and gentlemen ... We are just hours away from
Boiling Point II... and we are honored that you have made your day a,
PVW DAY!  Before, we make it on the air on PPV ... there are still SIX
matches right here on LIVE TV.  I am your host, Joshua Morgan ... and
sitting next to me is the one and only, Matthew Anderson.

MA: They have brought in the big guns ... If you are on the fence on
buying the PVW PPV tonight ... Stand by and watch as two professionals
do their job.

JM: Tonight, we have quite a show for you and that's _before_ Boiling
Point II even begins.  We have members from the ASLL with us ... We
have titles ... and we have a seven foot juggernaut.

MA: And you have _me_ ... The voice of wrestling ... The man that
knows the difference between a wristlock and a wrist watch ... No
disrespect to my peers, but lets be honest.

JM: You are so modest ... Matt.

MA: The truth hurts and Mr. Anderson always brings the dynamite.

JM: Before, we get under way and welcome our ASLL counter parts to the
land of the great ... Phoenix Valley Wrestling let's go backstage
where we have cameras standing by.

[Cut to the backstage area of the arena where we find a maskless
Swingin' Dean Hayes, PVW's intrepid reporter apparently reviewing his
notes for the show.  Dean is in fact so focused on this that he does
not notice the approach of another, bigger individual until that
person's shadow falls over him and he looks up from his papers and
right into the big, unsettling smile of everyone's favourite Uncle
dressed in street clothes and apparently just arrived at the arena.]

FK: Hello Dean.  Are you feeling well, Dean?  Uncle Frank was ever so
concerned when he heard you had been injured.

DH: [Startled] AAAAHHHHH!

FK: Well, that's not a very nice response to Uncle Frank's words of
concern. "Hi, Uncle Frank" or "How are you doing, Uncle Frank?" or
"Dean is feeling much better, thank you Uncle Frank" would be far more
appropriate and polite.  Shall we try again so that Uncle Frank won't
have to think you are being rude on purpose?

[The smile of the Television champion has grown positively malevolent
by now, and poor Dean quickly tries to salvage the situation.]

DH: Sorry! Sorry!  Er...  Hello Unc... AAAAAAHHHH!

[~~~CRASH! THUD!~~~]

[The second startled yell from Dean is caused by a massive figure
plowing into Uncle Frank from off-camera!  When the cameraman manages
to refocus we see that the culprit is one Marcus Manson, the Misery
Machine himself!  The massive man had actually lifted Frank's feet
several inches up off the floor by his jacket and slammed the 250+
pounder back against the wall with enough force to stun the
psychopath.]

MM: Since Dean can't get it right why don't you let me give it a shot.
How the hell are you, you fu[BEEP!]ing fruitcake?

[Shaking off the cobwebs as he hangs there lifted up off the floor
against the wall Frank's gaze focuses on his attacker and the nasty
grin returns.]

FK: Why, hello Marcus. You seem... upset at your Uncle Frank.

[Manson narrows his eyes at Uncle Frank's comments. He pulls him away
from the wall briefly before slamming him right back into it.]

MM: You don't watch Showcase, do you? I'll tell you one more time that
you are not my Uncle. And upset doesn't begin to cover it, Frankie.
The last three months have been a hell of a time for me. Sammy Knight
decided to stick his nose into my personal history. Spectre hit me
with Rebirth after Rebirth, week after week. Merc accuses me of going
soft.  And then some nutjob decides it'd be a good idea to jump me
from behind and smack me with a title belt. Oh wait, that was YOU. I
know this may come as a bit of a surprise, but I'm not a big fan of
people who hit me in the back of the head with their title belts.
You're lucky you're still breathing after what you did to me.

[Frank's grin slowly turns to a look of anger as Manson speaks and his
normally cheerful voice almost becomes a snarl.]

FK: Don't you dare blame Uncle Frank for what Uncle Frank was forced
to do! None of that would have been necessary if YOU would not have
CONSPIRED with Gabriel and all of the others to take away from Uncle
Frank what belongs to Uncle Frank! You can't have it!  It belongs to
Uncle Frank!  It's Uncle Frank's!  MINE!

[And just like that he's all creepy smiles again.]

FK: In fact, perhaps Gabriel was not the leader of the conspiracy like
Uncle Frank thought.  Perhaps...  Yeeeeeesssssss...

[He looks Manson straight in the eyes, the twisted and warped wheels
and cogs in Uncle Frank's mind obviously working overtime now.]

FK:  Yes, it all makes sense now.  It was you, wasn't it?  It was
always you behind it all, Marcus!  Behind Gabriel.  Behind the
conspiracy against a Bright Future and a Better Tomorrow.  Behind the
plan to take away Uncle Frank's shiny belt...  Yes, the pieces are all
falling into place now.  You.  Always you!

MM: Oh, I have a plan alright, but it has nothing to do with Gabriel
Whitecross. I HATE Whitecross. I should have thrown him off that boat
years ago... but I'm getting off point. My plan is a radical new form
of therapy for a crackpot like you. I'm going to beat the crazy right
out of you, you psychopath.

FK: Uncle Frank has seen through your layers of lies and deceit,
Marcus.  Uncle Frank knows now!  Oh, you have been very, very bad!
Uncle Frank is going to have to punish you for that.  Yes he is.

[Apparently off in his own reality Frank seems to be ignoring the fact
that Manson has him off the floor and pressed against the wall.
Fortunately, at least for the sake of the match, Dean Hayes has
managed to get the attention of several officials and security
personnel who swarm the two wrestlers, forcing them apart and allowing
Frank to fall down to the floor before Manson could put him THROUGH
the wall instead of just slamming him into it.]

MM: You're still alive because I want you to be, Frankie. Make no
mistake, tonight, your reign as Television Champion is going to come
to a very abrupt end. You are going to become very familiar with the
Misery Machine.

[Sitting down on the floor and rubbing the back of his head, that grin
still on his face, Uncle Frank looks over at Manson, separated from
him by a horde of officials.]

FK: Uncle Frank will see you in the ring, Marcus.  Are you looking
forward to it?  Uncle Frank is looking forward to it.  It should be
ever so much...  fun.

[And we cut to an announce table at ringside where a thin Mexican man
with curly black hair and wearing a black tuxedo suit with a white
shirt and a red bow tie smiles at us. Next to him is a chubbier
Mexican man with short black hair and a thin mustache wearing an
incredibly ugly metallic green tuxedo suit with a white shirt
underneath and a red bow tie.]

Thinner Man: Hola, PVW fans! My name is Jose Ignacio!

Chubbier Man: And I am Diego Hernandez, the brother of the best
referee in all the world, Pete Hernandez, and the only man that Maria
Juarez winks at when she winks!

JI: We are the commentators from All Star Lucha Libre and we are
honored and privileged to be here at Phoenix Valley Wrestling and
calling the following match; an eight man cibernetico to determine the
first ever ASLL Minis Champion!

DH: It brings me nothing but disgrace and shame that our proud company
is bringing little scary men harming one another as a representation
of our lucha libre.. But hopefully my presence makes up for it!

JI: Well your suit might burn their eyes out before they get to see
the minis but that can't be helped right now.

DH: Que?!

JI: Let's go to the ring where THE VOICE _ Herk Douglas is standing
by!

[We cut to the ring where Herk Douglas is indeed waiting with a
microphone in hand.]

HD: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a special showcase
match from All Star Lucha Libre!

[POP]

HD: It is an eight man CIBERNETICO Match!

[POP]

HD: And the winner of the match will be the first ever... ALL STAR
LUCHA LIBRE MINIS CHAMPION!

[POP]

[Some generic rock music plays and the curtains part to make way for
four short wrestlers! One of them wears a monkey themed luchadore mask
and bodysuit. Another is wearing a gray luchadore mask with a green
mo-hawk on it and has a torn up punk rock t-shirt on and torn up jeans
and black boots. A third one has no mask on and looks very handsome,
has spiky bleached blonde hair and is wearing a tight black trunks
with a lipstick mark on the backside and black boots and he dances
around as if he's a stripper. The last short man wears a dirty hockey
mask and a blue prisoner jumpsuit.]

HD: Introducing first, THE RUDOS! They are EL MONITO! SKATEBOARD! RICO
CALIENTE! And SLASHER GOMEZ!

JI: As the first team makes their way to the ring let me take this
time to explain the rules of the Cibernetico. It is basically an
elimination match, almost a gauntlet style match. Two competitors from
opposing teams start out and fight to a decision. The loser is
eliminated from the match, the winner goes out onto the apron and two
more men come in and fight. This goes on and on until only one man is
left. If all of one team is eliminated and another team still has
members then they battle each other until one man is left. The winner
of the match will be crowned the first ever ASLL Minis Champion!

DH: I am not sure if you have made it more complicated than it is or
what but.. Just watch! Everything will make sense. Except for why
everyone is so small and scary looking.

[The rudos climb into the ring and strike scary poses except for
Caliente who continues to dance seductively. Then the generic music
fades out and the crowd JUMPS when the DRONER tune "Masked Bros Before
Hos" begins blasting! Another team of small grapplers walks out. One
of them is dressed just like the Masked Maniac and is instantly
recognizable as Mini-Masked Maniac! He headbangs and flashes devil
horns hand signs to the now excited crowd. Following him is a short
fighter wearing a green luchadore mask, green tights and green boots.
Another fighter wears a cockroach themed maks and bodysuit. The last
diminutive fighter has a red dinosaur themed mask and body suit.]

HD: And now, THE TECNICOS! They are.. MINI-MASKED MANIAC! LIL' BOOGER!
LA CUCARACHA! And DINO TAKADA!

[POP]

JI: The crowd is excited for the tecnico team thanks to the familiar
Masked Maniac theme music!

DH: Cheap heat, Jose! Cheap heat! These little guys freak me out but I
have a strong feeling that someone from the rudos side is going to
become the first ever Minis champion!

JI: You would.

[The tecnicos climb into the ring and strike poses for the crowd and
the crowd POPS for them!]

DH: Cheap. Heat.

[As the music dies down both teams go to the apron leaving Mini-Masked
Maniac and Skateboard to start the match off. Herk climbs out of the
ring and an ASLL referee, Miguel Fuentes, climbs in.]

JI: We are ready to get this started! Mini-Masked Maniac and
Skateboard will start things off and our referee calls for the bell..


___________    ____       ________________________________________
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__  /_/ /_ | / /__ | /| / /           ASLL CIBERNETICO MATCH:
_  ____/__ |/ / __ |/ |/ /        For the ASLL Mini Championship
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*DING*DING*DING*


[POP]

JI: AND THE EIGHT MAN CIBERNETICO TO CROWN THE FIRST EVER ASLL MINIS
CHAMPION IS OFFICIALLY UNDERWAY!

DH: You have spent too much time around Charles Morgan! Egads!

[Both minis walk out to the middle of the ring, they do a long and
complicated hand shake fist bump routine as if they were friends on
the streets of Jupiter and then they circle each other and lock up.
Skateboard easily pushes Mini-Masked Maniac into a corner but Maniac
puts his feet up on the turnbuckles, pushes Skateboard back a piece,
then hooks his opponent's arm and swings out of the corner and tosses
Skateboard over with a Mexican armdrag! Skateboard scrambles to his
feet and Maniac tries for a hip toss but it's blocked and Skateboard
goes for one of his own.. But Maniac flips out of it and lands on his
feet! Skateboard chases after Maniac and the mini tecnico leads
Skateboard to the ropes where Mini-Masked Maniac does a 619 type fake
out on the ropes and Skateboard trips onto the ropes! Maniac grabs
Skateboard from behind and tries to roll him up for a pin but
Skateboard does a BIG kickout sending Mini Masked Maniac flying.. But
the tecnico lands on the 2nd ropes and when Skateboard stands up the
Mini Masked Bro BACK FLIPS over his opponent, catching Skateboard's
arm in the process, and ANOTHER Mexican Armdrag takedown!]

[BIG POP]

JI: Mini-Masked Maniac is wowing this crowd with his lucha libre
tonight!

DH: Wowing? I think they are just impressed with a Masked Maniac able
to do anything but stare at the lights!

[Skateboard gets to his feet and goes to lock up with Maniac again but
the little Masked Bro does a quick go behind and leaps onto
Skateboard's back and goes for a sleeperhold! Skateboard flails his
arms around a bit then backs into a corner to break the hold. Mini-
Masked Maniac climbs onto the 2nd turnbuckle as Skateboard recovers
but when Radical Skater's mini turns around Maniac flies off.. High
Cross Bodypress! Denied! Skateboard catches the tecnico and walks
around the ring with him. The other rudos applaud Skateboard's showing
of strength while the tecnicos complain to the referee. Skateboard
then goes to the middle of the ring and lifts Maniac up and into a
Gorilla Press.. Which Mini-Masked Maniac struggles out of and lands on
Skateboard's shoulders from behind! Then the Masked Bro spins around
to the front of Skateboard and.. HURRICANRANA!]

[BIG POP]

DH: I think he pulled Skateboard's mask there! He should be eliminated
via disqualification!

JI: Skateboard is in danger of being caught in a flash pin by Maniac
with the way this is going! He could be eliminated soon!

DH: Never! Rudos will conquer all!

[Skateboard scrambles to his feet only to eat a chop to his chest by
Mini-Maniac. The tecnico then whips Skateboard to the ropes and
charges in with a dropkick but Skateboard side steps the dropkick and
begins stomping away on Maniac when he hits the canvas!]

[BOOS]

DH: See? I told you! Viva Rudos!

[Referee Fuentes puts a count on Skateboard for the stomps. Skateboard
stops the stomps and drops an elbow on Mini-Maniac's back and then
pulls the tecnico up to his feet and whips him to the ropes. When
Maniac comes off the ropes Skateboard catches him and spins him around
and then down across his knee with a backbreaker! Mini-Masked Maniac
holds his back as he rolls around in pain. Skateboard drops a knee on
the mini Masked Bro's back and then reaches for a chin hold and pulls
back, applying pressure on Maniac's back. Fuentes asks if Mini-Maniac
wants to give up but the tecnico shakes his head "no". After punishing
the tecnico with this hold for a while Skateboard breaks the hold and
pulls Mini-Maniac up from behind and puts him on his shoulders and
puts him into a Torture Rack backbreaker submission hold!]

[BOOS]

JI: Mini-Masked Maniac is in alot of trouble here!

DH: I told you that Rudos conquer all, Jose! Why do you never listen
to me?! Por Que?!

[Skateboard walks around the ring with Mini-Maniac in the hold,
taunting the tecnicos with his show of strength. The other rudos
applaud their comrade in his taunting. The tecnicos complain to
Fuentes who only just keeps asking the Mini-Masked Bro if he wants to
give up to which a "no" is said over and over. Skateboard walks to the
middle of the ring with the hold and is nodding his head, celebrating
the punishment he is giving to Mini-Maniac which maybe leads to a loss
of concentration because the Masked Bro manages to struggle free of
the hold and.. MEXICAN ARMDRAG TAKEDOWN AGAIN!]

[BIG POP]

JI: What an escape by Mini-Masked Maniac!

DH: It is just a temporary escape, Jose!

[Skateboard scrambles to his feet, Maniac struggles to his while
holding his back. Skateboard charges only to eat a dropkick to his
knees sending him down onto all fours. Mini-Maniac scrambles and grabs
ahold of Skateboard's arm and rolls him up into.. LA MAGISTRAL ROLL
UP!]

[BIG POP]

JI: Referee Fuentes gets in position..

DH: Pssh! Skateboard will kick out!

JI: UNO! DOS!

DH: C'mon! Kick out!

JI: TRES!

DH: AIEEEEEEEEE!

[HUGE POP]

[Mini-Maniac leaps to his feet and pumps his arms in the air while
Skateboard hides his masked face in shame.]

HD: Skateboard has been ELIMINATED!

[BIG POP]

JI: SKateboard has been eliminated in this cibernetico so we know that
he will not be the first ever ASLL Minis Champion!

DH: It was a conspiracy! No matter, there are still three rudos who
CAN win it!

[Skateboard rolls out of the ring and heads for the back while Mini-
Masked Maniac steps out onto the apron and Lil' Booger climbs into the
ring. The three remaining rudos huddle for a bit then after some
nodding of the heads Rico Caliente steps into the ring.]

JI: It looks like the next match up in this match will be Lil' Booger
taking on Rico Caliente!

DH: Rico is too sexy to lose to a booger, Rudos even the odds here!

[Lil' Booger offers Rico a handshake but the unmasked and handsome
looking mini looks at Booger's hand with disgust then waves the
handshake away and then begins gyrating his hips in the middle of the
ring. Some of the ladies.. ENJOY what they are seeing! Other fans just
BOO! No doubt jealous of the handsome mini.. Yeah I don't know why
heel commentator logic is in the narration but nonetheless.. Lil'
Booger applauds Rico's dancing then hits a STANDING DROPKICK sending
the unprepared rudo to the canvas!]

DH: Hey! That was dirty!

JI: Rico Caliente was wasting too much time with his dancing..

DH: Do not be jealous just because you are as pretty as a bowl of
menudo, Jose!

[Caliente scrambles to his feet complaining and gets a side headlock
slapped on him by Lil' Booger! Rico flails at being touched by the
green masked luchadore but is soon sent over to the canvas with a
headlock takedown! Booger grinds on the hold which only draws more
flailing from Caliente until the rudo manages to wriggle free from the
headlock and he goes to a corner and wipes his face furiously! Rico
complains to Fuentes that his opponent is getting snot all over him
but the referee just motions for them to fight. Rico gets to his feet,
glaring at Fuentes then charges at Booger with a wild clothesline but
Booger ducks and when Caliente spins around the tecnico blasts him
with another dropkick which sends the stripper themed mini rudo
stumbling into a corner.]

[Male POP]

[Ladies BOO]

DH: This moco is disgusting! He should be disqualified for being a bad
pick!

JI: *sighs*

[Booger charges Rico in the corner but the handsome rudo moves out of
the way and the tecnico lands hard in the corner. Caliente grabs his
opponent from behind and goes for the schoolboy roll up! Referee
Fuentes leaps into position and that's when Caliente puts his feet on
the ropes!]

JI: Rico has his feet on the ropes!

DH: UNO!

JI: This can't happen!

DH: DOS!

JI: NO! Referee! Look!

DH: Callate Jose.. TRES! THREE!

[Males BOOO]

[Ladies POP]

[Rico hops up and resumes his gyrating and dancing while Booger shakes
his head as he rolls out of the ring.]

HD: Lil' Booger has been ELIMINATED!

JI: Rico Caliente just cheated Lil' Booger out of a chance to be the
first ever ASLL Minis Champion!

DH: He was just doing everyone  favor so we do not have to potentially
see that belt wrapped around a snot filled waist!

[Caliente dances his way onto the ring apron and El Monito climbs into
the ring. La Cucaracha climbs in as well and the two masked men stare
at each other from across the ring.]

DH: Great. We traded a booger for a cockroach! UGH!

[Both minis charge at each other and La Cucaracha unleashes a hard
open handed chop to El Monito's chest! The little monkey mini replies
with one of his own! A chopping battle ensues! Back and forth, chop
after chop, WOO after WOO from the crowd! After a bit both men stumble
back, holding their chests and then El Monito lashes out with a kick
to the midsection that doubles La Cucaracha over. El Monito goes for a
gutwrench and lifts La Cucaracha up into the air but the tecnico
struggles free and rolls behind El Monito, pulling the rudo into a
sunset flip roll up! Fuentes jumps into position to make the count...
But El Monito kicks out at Two!]

JI: La Cucaracha almost eliminated El Monito there!

DH: El Monito was playing possum! Recovering his strength! You know
nothing about the powers of rudo-ism, Jose! Nada!

[Both minis scramble to their feet and El Monito goes for a wild right
hand but La Cucaracha catches his arm and then runs to the ropes,
leaps onto the 2nd rope and springs off and takes the rudo over with a
Mexican Armdrag! El Monito scrambles to his feet but La Cucaracha
charges and leaps onto his shoulders.. HURRICANRANA... No! El Monito
blocks the attempt, pulls La Cucaracha up in a powerbomb type position
and then tosses the tecnico up into the air and behind him onto the
turnbuckles where La Cucaracha lands hard and holds his masked face as
he rolls around on the cavnas!]

[BOOS]

DH: How can they boo an adorable monkey?

JI: He is a villain, Diego!

DH: Nonsense! El Monito is a paragon of virtue and justice, just like
my brother Pete! Hola hermano!

[El Monito drags La Cucaracha to the bottom rope and begins choking
him against it! Referee Fuentes puts the count on the rudo but he
breaks the choke before the 5. El Monito scoops up his roach themed
opponent and slams him down on the canvas. El Monito runs off the
ropes and leaps.. RUNNING SENTON SPLASH! El Monito quickly gets to his
feet and pulls his opponent up, puts a standing headscissors and pulls
him up and... POWERBOMB! El Monito goes for the cover...]

DH: UNO!

JI: La Cucaracha is in trouble!

DH: DOS!

JI: He kicks out!

DH: BOO!

[POP]

[La Cucaracha kicks out, which pleases the crowd. El Monito argues
with Fuentes about his count then stomps on his opponent. The rudo
then pulls La Cucaracha up and drags him to the ropes and begins
choking him against the 2nd rope! Fuentes puts the count, El Monito
breaks it off at 4, then scoops up his opponent, puts him over his
shoulder and runs to the middle of the ring.. RUNNING POWERSLAM! The
rudo jumps to his feet, does a little monkey screeching and jumping,
then goes to a nearby corner, climbs to the 2nd turnbuckle and leaps
off... SENTON BOMB OFF THE 2ND TURNBUCKLE! El Monito goes for the
cover and referee Fuentes leaps into position....]

DH: This is it!

JI: UNO!

DH: Ha Ha! Get rid of this nasty roach!

JI: DOS!

DH: VIVA RUD-

JI: LA CUCARACHA KICKS OUT!

[BIG POP]

[El Monito slaps the canvas and shakes his finger at the referee. Then
he pulls La Cucaracha up but the tecnico shoves him away and fires off
a chop to Monito's chest! El Monito knees the roach themed mini in the
midsection in retaliation, doubling his opponent over, and then grabs
La Cucaracha by his masked head and rams him head first into the 2nd
turnbuckle! El Monito drops down ontop of the tecnico and begins
raining down punches on his foe. Fuentes puts a count on Monito who
breaks off the attack before the 5. The rudo then picks up La
Cucaracha, puts a front facelock and lifts him up into the air and..
BRAINBUSTER! El Monito slaps his chest, makes monkey noises, then
covers his opponent. Fuentes goes to make the count..]

JI: UNO!

DH: Finally! This roach can't survive that!

JI: DOS!

DH: Adios nasty roach!

JI: HE KICKS OUT!

DH: NO!

[BIG POP]

[El Monito hops around slapping the canvas and screeching like a
monkey in frustration. The rudo shakes his little fist at the referee
then pulls La Cucaracha up, scoops him up, walks over to a corner and
slams the tecnico down. The monkey themed rudo then climbs up the
turnbuckles, going all the way to the top, he slaps his chest then
leaps off... TOP ROPE SENTON BOMB... LA CUCARACHA MOVES OUT OF THE
WAY!]

[BIG POP]

JI: La Cucaracha just narrowly avoided what could have been certain
elimination!

DH: How does this roach survive so much?! THEY REALLY ARE GOING TO BE
HERE WHEN WE ARE ALL GONE! Nasty! Blegh!

[El Monito struggles to his feet holding his back while La Cucaracha
recovers, resting against the ropes. When the rudo is on his feet the
roach themed mini charges and runs his shoulder into the rudo, who
stumbles backwards. La Cucaracha then runs the opposite way towards
the ropes, El Monito gives chase and the tecnico leaps onto the 2nd
rope, springs off.. SPRINGBOARD CROSS BODYPRESS! El Monito rolls out
from under him to avoid a pin attempt and tries to get to his feet
only for La Cucaracha to dropkick the rudo! El Monito rolls into a
corner and sits up and begs for mercy from his opponent!]

[BOOS]

DH: I can not believe how blood thirsty and ruthless these Phoenix
Valley fans are!

JI: This is a match with a championship on the line, Diego! El Monito
is just stalling trying to find some way to cheat here!

DH: Slander!

[La Cucaracha walks over and motions for El Monito to get up but the
rudo keeps begging for mercy. Fuentes walks over and tries to pull the
tecnico out of the corner and then El Monito springs to his knees and
pushes La Cucaracha into the referee! Fuentes stumbles over, his back
turned. La Cucracha turns to check on the referee only to be LOW
BLOWED FROM BEHIND by El Monito!]

[BIG BOOS]

JI: No!

DH: SI!

[El Monito quickly scrambles for the cover and calls to the referee.
Fuentes rolls over and goes to make the count..]

DH: UNO!

JI: Not this way! Someone tell the referee!

DH: DOS!

JI: HE LOW BLOWED HIM!

DH: TRES! HAHA! THE ROACH IS FINALLY SQUISHED!

[BIG BOOS]

HD: La Cucaracha has been ELIMINATED!

[La Cucaracha rolls out of the ring holding his groin while El Monito
hops up and down making monkey noises.]

JI: PVW fans, I apologize. That was a horrible miscarriage of justice
there.

DH: Que? El Monito squashed that nasty roach! I bet everyone at home
is happy he did it before they had to spray their televisions with
RAID!

[Dino Takada leaps into the ring while El Monito climbs out and
Slasher Gomez steps in.]

JI: We can only hope this next match up goes better than the last
one..

DH: It is going fantastico, Jose! Two tecnicos are eliminated, Rudos
now have the numbers! WE WILL HAVE A RUDO MINIS CAMPEON!

[Takada circles around Gomez and locks up but the psycho killer themed
rudo grabs Dino's masked face and rakes the eyes! Takada grabs his
face as he stumbles and then doubles over when Gomez boots him in the
midsection and then knees him in the head sending the dinosaur themed
mini to the canvas. Slasher Gomez proceeds to sit ontop of Takada and
rain punches down on his opponent.]

[BOOS]

DH: Feel the power of the rudos!

JI: Well we've gone from one ugly display to another it seems..

[Fuentes puts a count but Gomez ignores him and continues to punch
away. The referee pulls the rudo off of Takada and gives him a stern
reprimand. Slasher stands there panting and looking menacing, as
menacing as a mini dressed like a movie murderer can look, then walks
over and drops back down onto Takada and begins CHOKING the tecnico!]

[BIG BOOS]

JI: This is too much! He needs to be disqualified!

DH: For what?

JI: He has no interest than to injure Takada here!

DH: Dinosaurs are suppose to be extinct, Jose! He is just trying to
restore things to their natural order in the world.

[Rico Caliente and El Monito huddle, discussing something on the ring
apron, while Slasher Gomez chokes away on Takada. Fuentes puts the
count but of course the rudo pays no mind to it. Fuentes again pulls
the rudo off of his opponent and warns him he will disqualify him if
he continues in this way. Gomez stands there panting and looking mini-
menacing and then... HE DROPS DOWN ONTO TAKADA AND IS CHOKING HIM WITH
BOTH HANDS AGAIN! Fuentes calls for the DQ and struggles to pull the
rudo off of his opponent.]

JI: I think Slasher Gomez has been eliminated via Disqualification
here..

DH: That is outrageous! He was using a perfectly legal collarbone
hold!

JI: It was a blatant choke, Diego!

DH: Hey, my brother is the best referee in the world! I KNOW the
rules! You are just an amateur!

JI: Let's get the official word..

HD: Slasher Gomez has been ELIMINATED via Disqualification!

[BIG POP]

DH: BOO!

[Fuentes struggles to get the rudo out of the ring and in that moment
Rico and Monito spring into action! Caliente climbs into the ring and
drops an elbow drop onto the downed Dino Takada! El Monito runs over
to Mini-Masked Maniac and YANKS HIM OFF THE APRON, dropping him HARD
onto the floor, right on his back! With Gomez finally out of the ring
the referee sees Rico in and Takada in and not Maniac and assumes
Takada decided to stay in the match.]

[BOOS]

DH: Brilliant!

JI: That was dastardly! They took advantage of the situation so Rico
would be in against a weakened Dino Takada who has been choked
unmercifully by Slasher Gomez and Mini-Masked Maniac couldn't make it
in to face one of them!

DH: Viva Rudos! Ha Ha!

[Rico stomps away on Takada then pulls up the tecnico and hits a knee
lift sending him stumbling into a corner. Caliente does his gyrating
hips dance while El Monito climbs back onto the rudo side of the ring
apron and applauds his fellow rudo and his dancing. Rico then charges
in the corner and catches Dino with a running boot to the face! Then
he puts Takada onto the top turnbuckle, climbs up to the 2nd
turnbuckle, does his stripper dance, hooks Takada and then...]

[HOLY MOLY MINI RAVIOLI POP]

JI: SUPERPLEX by Caliente!

DH: A MINI Superplex! A rudo one even! Fantastico!

[Caliente holds his back but then gets up and does his dance to the
growing cheers of the ladies in the crowd! Rico then goes to grab
Takada but the tecnico surprises him by grabbing him and.. ROLLING HIM
UP INTO A SMALL PACKAGE!]

[POP]

JI: Fuentes leaps into position.. UNO!

DH: EEEEE!

JI: DOS!

DH: EEEEEEEE- MUCHO GRACIAS!

[Male BOOS]

[Ladies POP]

[Caliente kicks out just in time! Dino Takada tries to get to his feet
but he's not fast enough as Rico is up sooner and boots Takada's back!
Rico then pulls the dinosaur themed mini up, sets up and hits a Side
Russian Legsweep, then Rico climbs up the turnbuckles, does his dance
at the top, dollar bills go flying in the air towards the ring, and
then Rico leaps off... CALIENTE SPLASH! Rico covers...]

JI: Uno..

DH: Ha ha!

JI: Dos...

DH: Si! Si!

JI: Tres.

DH: Viva Rudos!

HD: Dino Takada has been ELIMINATED!

[Male BOOS]

[Ladies POP]

[Rico jumps up and does his dance to the ever growing appreciation of
the ladies! Dino rolls out of the ring while El Monito applauds Rico's
dancing. He is so into applauding he does not notice Mini-Masked
Maniac come up behind him and.. YANK EL MONITO OFF THE APRON TO THE
FLOOR, where the rudo lands HARD on his back!]

[BIG POP]

DH: That was dirty!

JI: Eye for an eye for what El Monito did to him a bit ago!

[As El Monito rolls around holding his back, Mini-Masked Maniac hops
onto the apron then grabs the ropes, leaps onto the top rope and leaps
into the ring and DROPKICKS th dancing Caliente!]

[BIG POP]

JI: Rico was not paying attention and now it is Mini-Masked Maniac who
has the element of surprise!

DH: That was cheating! He cheated!

[Rico scrambles to his feet only to have Mini-Maniac leap onto his
shoulders and HURRICANRANA him over! The dancing rudo gets to his feet
and stumbles a bit then eats another dropkick that sends him into a
corner. Mini Masked Maniac hops up on his feet and charges over, pulls
the rudo upand puts him onto the top turnbuckle. The Mini-Masked Bro
climbs up.. All the way to the top! He leaps onto Rico's shoulders...
AVALANCHE SUPER HURRICANRANA!]

[MEGA SIZED POP]

JI: What a move by Mini-Masked Maniac!

DH: What a DIRTY move, you mean! He pulled on Rico's beautiful hair!

[Maniac scrambles to his feet, grabs Rico's legs and leaps over.. JACK
KNIFE ROLL UP! Fuentes leaps into position..]

JI: UNO!

DH: No! You can not do this to Rico!

JI: DOS!

DH: The ladies will be upset!

JI: TRES! HE DID IT!

DH: NOOOOOOOOOOO!

[Males POP]

[Ladies BOO]

HD: Rico Caliente has been ELIMINATED!

[POP]

JI: So now it is down to two, Diego! Either Mini-Masked Maniac or El
Monito will be the first ever ASLL Minis Champion!

DH: It HAS to be El Monito! No way the mini-version of Masked Maniac
wins anything! No way a  Masked Maniac wins anything ever!

JI: Ah.. The Masked Maniac before the current one WAS the PVW
Television Champion..

DH: LIES!

[El Monito slaps the ring apron then rolls into the ring and stares at
Mini-Masked Maniac, while Rico Caliente rolls out of the ring and has
women throw phone numbers and dollar bills at him. Both minis begin
circling one another then they go to lock up and Mini-Maniac slaps a
sideheadlock onto El Monito! The rudo makes monkey screeches then
grabs Maniac's arm and does a go behind into a hammerlock. Mini-Maniac
reaches up, grabs Monito by his masked head and leaps up and then with
his momentum going down snap mares the rudo over and off of his arm!]

[POP]

JI: What a counter by Mini-Masked Maniac!

DH: Are you sure this guy is connected to Masked Maniac? I have never
seen any Masked Maniac do all the cool moves this guy does!

JI: So you admit he has cool moves?

DH: Que? I mean.. Ah... RUDOS RULE!

[Both men scramble to their feet, El Monito goes for a wild right hand
but Mini-Maniac ducks while catching the arm and going for a CRUCIFIX
ROLL UP! Fuentes leaps into position.. But El Monito kicks out at TWO!
The rudo scrambles up only to take a running shoulder block that sends
him tumbling through the ropes, onto the ring apron and then onto the
floor outside. Mini-Masked Maniac watches for El Monito to get to his
feet then he runs off the ropes, charges.. leaps onto the 2nd rope
then onto the top rope and then... ]

[HUGE OH MY GOD POP]

JI: PLANCHA! SOMERSAULT PLANCHAAAAAAAAAAA!!!

DH: Egads, Jose!

[The crowd has LOST IT at the Minis doing planchas! Mini-Masked Maniac
hops to his feet and then climbs onto the ring apron. He climbs onto
the 2nd rope and when El Monito gets to his feet Maniac leaps off..
ASAI MOONSAULT.. NO! El Monito runs out of the way and Mini-Masked
Maniac crashes and burns!]

[MAJOR DEFLATED POP]

DH: That is what you get for going to the well once too often!

JI: Mini-Masked Maniac took a big risk and has paid for it.

[El Monito does his monkey screeching then drags his opponent back
into the ring and then drops a knee across Maniac's back and then runs
to the ropes and hits a RUNNING DOUBLE FOOT STOMP to Mini-Maniac's
back! The tecnico rolls around holding his back in obvious pain.]

JI: Earlier Skateboard worked over that back then El Monito's sneak
attack off the apron a bit ago now this.. Mini-Maniac's back is in bad
shape!

DH: All will feel better when El Monito raises the title for the
rudos!

[El Monito slaps his chest, more monkey screeching, then he scoops up
his opponent and hits an over the knee backbreaker. The rudo looks
down at Mini-Maniac and laughs at his opponent. He points to him while
looking at the crowd and mocks the hurting luchadore.]

[BIG BOOS]

[El Monito stomps at Mini-Maniac's back and then picks up the tecnico
and whips him back first into a corner. The Mini-Masked Bro stumbles
down to the canvas holding his back while his opponent points at him
and makes monkey screeches and taunts. The rudo drops a knee onto
Maniac's back and then climbs onto the 2nd turnbuckle, slaps his chest
and leaps off.. SENTON BOMB ONTO MANIAC'S BACK!]

[BOOS]

DH: Yes! Viva Rudos!

JI: This looks bad for Mini-Masked Maniac! His back has taken alot of
punishment and that move may have done the trick.

DH: Of course it did, COVER HIM EL MONITO!

[But the rudo doesn't listen to Diego, oh no. He slaps his chest,
makes more monkey screeches, then climbs up the turnbuckles again.
This time he goes all the way to the top turnbuckle. He laughs at the
suffering Mini-Masked Maniac and then he leaps off.. TOP ROPE SENTON
BOMB.. MINI-MASKED MANIAC ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY!]

[BIG POP]

JI: He moved out of the way! There may be hope still!

DH: No! Why did you not listen to me, El Monito? POR QUE?!

[El Monito grabs his back as he struggles to his feet while Mini-
Masked Maniac uses the ropes to pull himself up. El Monito lunges
awkwardly at his opponent but Mini-Maniac easily avoids, catches one
of Monito's arms with his and leaps up with his legs to catch the
others and tries for a Crucifix Roll Up.. But El Monito blocks the
takedown, steadies himself, twists his body to the side then drops
down.. DROPPING MINI-MANIAC ON HIS BACK!]

[BOOS]

DH: Yes! The championship is coming to the rudo side afterall!

JI: It is not over yet, Diego.

DH: Pssh! It is basically over!

[Mini-Masked Maniac rolls around holding his back while El Monito
catches his breath. The rudo gets to his feet, slaps his chest and
makes monkey noises. The rudo laughs and then goes to pick up his
opponent when.. Mini-Maniac GRABS El Monito and.. ROLLS HIM UP IN A
SMALL PACKAGE!]

[BIG POP]

JI: Fuentes leaps into position!

DH: Come on El Monito! Kick out for Rudos everywhere!

JI: UNO!

DH: Do not let those darned tecnicos prevail on our showcase match!

JI: DOS!

DH: AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

JI: TRES! HE DID IT! HE DID IT!

DH: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

*DING DING DING*

[HUGE POP]

[Mini-Masked Maniac rolls up to his feet and falls against a corner
and pumps his little fists into the air as the crowd goes wild!]

HD: The winner of the Eight Man Cibernetico and the NEW ALL STAR LUCHA
LIBRE MINI'S CHAMPION... MINI-MASKED MANIAC!

[DRONER's "Masked Bros Before Hoes" plays on the PA as the crowd
celebrates! Referee Fuentes hands Mini-Maniac the ASLL Minis Title
belt and the tecnico grabs and jumps on the 2nd turnbuckle and lifts
it up in the air while BANGING his head!]

[BIG POP]

JI: History has been made! Mini-Masked Maniac is the FIRST EVER ASLL
Mini's Champion!

DH: *sobs* Por Que? Why God, Why? *SOBS*

[El Monito throws a tantrum of monkey proportions including hopping
around, slapping the mat and making monkey screeches and then he rolls
out of the ring and shakes his little fist at the ring and heads to
the back.]

JI: Mucho Gracias everyone! Thank you for letting us present this
special showcase to all of you! We look forward to watching this
incredible Phoenix Valley Wrestling event along with everyone else!

DH: *sobs* Rudos.. *sobs* Forever! *sobs*

[Mini-Masked Maniac does air guitar on the new ASLL Mini's Title Belt
while Diego cries about it.]

JI: We are sending this back to PVW, Thanks again guys!

[Cut to a shot of a black banner with the PVW logo on it in white.
Three men stand in front of this backdrop.  The first takes a moment
to recognize.  It's "America's Perfection" Alex Wallace.  Wallace is
decked out in a royal blue, button-down shirt with and black slacks.
Wallace has brown hair and blue eyes.  He sports a goatee with the
brown giving way to white hair.

Behind him to his left and right stand two, young-looking wrestlers.
Both share the same facial structure and are just an inch shorter than
Wallace.  The one on the right has brown hair and brown eyes.  His
hair is spiked.  He wears a black t-shirt with "Rocket City Wrestling
Academy" on the front in white.

The one on the right has brown hair with the bangs combed forward and
enough hair product to be a walking fire hazard.  He has blue eyes.
He's wearing a white t-shirt with "Legacy" written on front in black.]

AW:  Whenever I try to leave, they keep dragging me back in.

[Wallace can't help but smirk.]

AW:  I always hated doing these introductions.  You never know what to
say.  You run the risk of tossing out empty threats in an attempt to
get people to notice you.  Either that, or you challenged all the
champions.  When they ignored you, you called all of them cowards and
continued to challenge them in a vain attempt to look big and tough.
You only end up looking like a fool.

[Wallace looks at the two men behind him and then back at the camera.]

AW:  Behind me stands the tandem of Tommy Von Braun and Sterling Von
Braun, collectively known as Legacy.  Fitting name considering both
share the blood of the Von Braun family.

[He looks back at Tommy.]

AW:  Realistically, how many Von Brauns are there in wrestling?

[Tommy looks surprised by the question and simply smiles, rather
sheeplishly.  Wallace shrugs and looks back at the camera.]

AW:  The newest sensation, that's a-sweeping the nation.  The next
generation.  The future of our, blah, blah, blah, blah.  We've all
heard it before.  We've all grown tired of the empty promises,
laughable threats, and sensationalized future accomplishments.

[Wallace points back at Tommy.]

AW:  Third generation wrestler.

[He looks back at Tommy.]

AW:  Your dad wrestled a handful of times.  That counts right?

[Tommy nods.  Wallace looks back at the camera.]

AW:  Yeah, that counts.

[He points over at Sterling.]

AW:  Second generation wrestler.  Me?  A wrestler and manager.  Am I
looking for one last glory ride at the expense of these two?

[He shakes his head.]

AW:  No.  I was asked to give them the guidance they needed as their
manager.  Someone to fine tune their abilities and bring them together
as a team.  Phoenix Valley, just watch in the coming weeks.  I won't
make any grandiose promises.  No challenges to throw around at the
start.  It's a real simple formula.  Just two rookies and a veteran
looking to make an impact when we hit the ring.   Just watch us and
judge for yourselves.  That's not asking too much.

[Cut back to Morgan and Anderson.]

JM: Alex Wallace ... It's been awhile since we have seen him in a
wrestling company.  Now, he is looking to pass his expertise off to a
couple of rookies.  You gotta love when veterans like Wallace give
back after their days inside the ring is over.

MA: Like my brother who is training the second class from the Desert
back in Arizona ... Mr. Wallace is trying to hand down a wealth of
knowledge.  Will it work?  That is yet to be seen ... but you can't
knock the guy for staying true to the business he loves.

JM: We appreciate the ASLL being apart of the night with us.

MA: I admire all arts of wrestling ... but, I don't know what to call
what we just witnessed.

JM: We will see the Los Rudos de Valentine's defend their ASLL tag
team titles in just a bit against the Berserkers.

MA: Los Rudos de Valentine's proved they have some moxy when they
defeated long time ASLL tag champions the Corazones.  You have to
assume they will arrive ready to fight.  Could we be seeing the end of
the Zerk-Streak?

JM: I guess we will find out.  However, first let's head to the ring
where the Voice is standing by.

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

(stop the man)
From endin' up with all the chips so he can't
(promise him an only chance)
To have the freedom that's been takin' from me

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

(you - can - try - to - lift - your - head - no)
You fucked up with me now live with the truth
Find a reason to lie (try)

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

Seems like it hasn't been long - I've given
(so much how could you hide)
You're sick with all the guilt you're never - forgiven
(you try to wash it away - wash it away)

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

(ask again) why all the dreams I had
Are now left broken
(punished for a wounded past)
Afraid to wake and find reality breathin
(why - has - life - been - taken - from - me)
I fucked up and now I live with the truth
With no reason to lie (I)

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

Feel like it hasn't been long - I'm driven
(to keep myself alive)
You're sick with all the guilty you're never - forgiven
(you'll never wash it away - wash it away)

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

JM: There is the man they call the PVW Warrior.  Matt, this guy has
faced some of the best inside our business.  He never backs down when
it comes to facing anyone inside this ring.  Love him or hate him ...
Larry Gionet bleeds this business and he gives it his all when he
enters the ring.

MA: First of all ... we have been working together now for quite some
time.  If you don't start calling me, Mr. Anderson we are going to
have issues.

JM: Yeah ... Yeah just answer the question.

[Slight pause ... then Matthew Anderson continues in a more annoyed
sounding voice.]

MA: This business was built by guys with Larry Gionet's work ethic.
If others took it upon themselves to care about the wrestling world
_half_ as much as this guy then we would all be working in a better
place.

JM: Speaking of caring about things ... Then what do you have to say
about the way he treated his former best friend, Caleb Foley.

MA: Collateral damage ... Foley was on borrowed time.  His heart left
the PVW and the business well before his final match.  Larry Gionet
sniffed it out and took poor Caleb out to the pasture and did us all a
favorite.  No tears shed ... except by Caleb Foley himself.

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

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


!!! PHOENIX !!!


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

JM: And here comes the man who showed up wrestling under the moniker
that this great company was built on.

MA: Kiss up.

JM: Hey, I admit it I like my job.

MA: After tonight Phoenix may not have one when Larry Gionet is done
with him.

[Phoenix and Gionet staredown with a very serious look sitting across
the usual fun and witty, Phoenix ... while the PVW Warrior has a smirk
on his face.]

JM: Phoenix has taken it upon himself to stand up for Phoenix and
Caleb Foley's career.

MA: Anyone who stands up for Caleb Foley is either an idiot or
misguided.

[Phoenix slides into the ring and breaks out into a brawl with Gionet
which forces the match to a start.]

___________    ____       ________________________________________
___  __ \_ |  / /_ |     / /
__  /_/ /_ | / /__ | /| / /           One on One Match
_  ____/__ |/ / __ |/ |/ /       Larry Gionet v. Phoenix
/_/     _____/  ____/|____________________________________________



*DING*DING*DING*

JM: There is the bell and Phoenix is standing toe-to-toe with one of
the toughest men in this industry!

MA: For now, Joshua ... Gionet is going to do exactly what he did to
Foley to Phoenix.  I hope Phoenix doesn't smear his makeup when he
bawls like that Celtic Crybaby did.

[Gionet begins getting the advantage of the knock-down drag-out fight
but Phoenix puts an end to it with a boot to the gut. Phoenix whips
Gionet off the ropes but as the PVW Warrior comes charging back he
plows down Phoenix with a shoulder block.]

JM: Gionet toying with Phoenix showing his strength off as he backs
off challenging Phoenix to get up.

MA: Gionet's confidence is at an all time high right now.  He just
sent the should of PVW out the window and all eyes are now on him.

[The two grapple which sees Gionet clearly back Phoenix into the
corner with ease, but Phoenix blocks his back from touching the
turnbuckles by jumping backwards and pushing off of the second
turnbuckle with his feet, forcing the PVW Warrior backwards into the
opposing corner. Gionet turns around at the last second forcing
Phoenix back-first into the corner when the referee tells them to
break the grapple, which they obey.]

JM: I don't know Dynamite ... This match looks pretty equal to me.

MA: Give it time ... There is no way that Phoenix is going to be able
to out-wrestle the PVW Warrior.

[Phoenix grabs Gionet by the head and switches places with him before
unloading on him with a few knife-edge chops but they barely seem to
effect The PVW Warrior. Gionet fires a knife-edge chop to the chest
back at Phoenix which you can hear from the cheap-seats.]

TWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!

JM: Larry Gionet is sending a message with a brutal chop of his own!

MA: Phoenix's love taps aren't going to do anything.  Gionet just
drove his hand nearly _through_ Phoenix's chest!

[Phoenix cuts Larry Gionet's momentum off with a boot to the gut then
gives him a few right hands to the head. Phoenix puts the boots to
Gionet in the corner then whips him into the opposing corner. Phoenix
charges at Gionet and hits him with a running clothesline in the
corner, then mounts the second rope, firing off all ten punches, as
the fans roar in support.]

JM: And it looks like that may of had the opposite effect that Gionet
was expecting.  Phoenix is fired up and taking it to the PVW Warrior!

MA: Illegal closed fists I may add!

[Phoenix gets down leading to Gionet staggering out of the corner
holding his head. Phoenix whips Gionet off the ropes and successfully
hits him with a hip toss, which gets a huge pop. Phoenix bends over,
flexes and growls in the PVW Warrior's face before he rolls away from
his opponent and pulls himself back up onto his feet.]

JM: And Phoenix is fired up!

MA: Was that a growl or a burp, I couldn't tell.

[Phoenix fires off a few more right hands on Gionet before whipping
him into the corner again. Phoenix backs up into the opposing corner
before charging at Larry Gionet for a huge splash, but Gionet somehow
catches Phoenix in mid-air with a one armed side slam.]

THUUUUUUUUUUD!

MA: Look at the pure strength by Larry Gionet!  Gionet is 100% healthy
and injury free right now ... This might be the best we have seen the
PVW Warrior in ages.

JM: He seemed to catch Phoenix with ease right there.

[Gionet pulls Phoenix up having been effected by Phoenix's mind games
and whips Phoenix off the ropes, only to drill him into the mat with a
snap powerslam.]

THUUUUUD!

JM: Huge move and there is the cover!




!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!



... KICK OUT!

MA: Phoenix must have a death wish.

[Larry Gionet challenges Phoenix to pull himself up and then bounces
off the ropes. Gionet dives at Phoenix and almost tears right through
him with a single legged dropkick.]

JM: HOLY MOTHER OF GOD!

MA: That was dedicated to the Foley's right there.

[Gionet grabs the legs of Phoenix and locks him in a tight Boston
crab, leading to Phoenix screaming in pain and reaching desperately
for the ropes which are out of his reach.]

JM: Gionet really putting pressure on the back of Phoenix ... and
Phoenix isn't going anywhere.

MA: Damn right he isn't.  Gionet has Phoenix right where he wants him.

[Phoenix crawls on his stomach towards the ropes but Gionet releases
his own submission and stomps on the back of the head of Phoenix,
drilling his face into the mat. Gionet pulls Phoenix up and tries to
whip him off the ropes only for Phoenix to dig down deep and reverse.
Phoenix catches the PVW Warrior right in the kisser with a big
dropkick. Phoenix pulls Gionet up and goes for a vertical suplex, but
Gionet attempts to counter... and Phoenix can only hit a sloppy
looking brainbuster.]




!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




JM: NO!  Gionet fires out with a kick out.

MA: You aren't going to deny Gionet here tonight ... It's his night to
make an impact and get his career back on the path that it deserves to
be.

JM: When did you become such a Larry Gionet fan, Dynamite?

MA: When he destroyed Caleb Foley and sent the Celtic Crybaby out of
the PVW

[Phoenix pulls Larry Gionet up and whips him into the corner, going
for another splash. This time Gionet dodges it and Phoenix collides
with the turnbuckles. Phoenix then backs up right into a huge German
Suplex that hurls Phoenix across the ring.]

THUUUUUUUUUD!

MA: Hey!  Let's all play toss-a-Phoenix!

JM: Gionet just sent Phoenix across the ring with _ease_ with that
German Suplex.

[Gionet gets up first and grabs Phoenix by the head, throwing him
between his legs. Gionet hoists Phoenix up onto his shoulders and
drills him into the mat with a devastating Powerbomb that causes
Phoenix to sit right back up from the pain riveting through his
spine.]

JM: Gionet just drove Phoenix into the mat and I am not sure how much
punishment Phoenix can take here tonight!

MA: I guess we are about to find out.

JM: This doesn't look good ... Gionet is walking behind Phoenix.

[The PVW Warrior gives Phoenix chop to the back, then a kick to the
chest. Gionet then hits the ropes and leaps nailing a _brutal_ shining
wizard.]

CRAAAAACK!

JM: Phoenix is down!  Gionet slides ontop for the cover ... This looks
all but over.




!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




!!! THREE !!!




[To the shock of everyone, Phoenix shoots a shoulder up just in time
as the referee waves off the three count.]

JM: Phoenix hangs on!

MA: That had to be pure instinct right there.  Phoenix looked
motionless until the very last possible second.

[Larry Gionet looks down at Phoenix as he gets up and gets an evil
smile on his face. The PVW Warrior grabs Phoenix by the hand and drags
him over into the corner, leaning him up against the bottom
turnbuckle. Gionet scrapes his boot across the face of Phoenix ... a
second ... third ... fourth time... then bounces off the ropes to
complete the facewash, only for Phoenix to roll out of the way.
Gionet's foot goes through the bottom rope and he's forced to do a
front-split.]

JM: Phoenix moves out of the way!  Gionet is now in a rough spot and
Phoenix is pulling himself up, looking angry through his messed up
face-paint!

MA: Never mess up a man's make-up... Oh wait that's Chip's wife.

[Phoenix bounces off the ropes and boots Gionet in the side of the
head sending him through the ropes to the outside of the ring. Phoenix
exits the ring and kicks away at Gionet as he tries to pull himself
up.]

JM: Things have tumbled to the outside and Phoenix has no issues
taking it to Gionet outside the ring.

MA: Never trust a man in smeared make-up, J-M.

[Phoenix bounces Gionet's face off of the steel steps and then whips
him into back-first into the guard rail. Phoenix charges at Gionet but
the PVW Warrior gives Phoenix a back body drop over the guard rail
into the crowd, but Phoenix lands on his feet.]

JM: Gionet doesn't know that Phoenix landed on his feet!

MA: Turn around and send him into that fat guy next to him, Gionet ...

[Larry Gionet turns around only for Phoenix to grab him by the head
and bounce his face off of the guard rail, sending him staggering
back. Phoenix takes a chair from a fan and uses it to step onto, and
jump off of the guard rail taking the PVW Warrior down face-first into
the padded concrete floor with a flying bulldog.]

THUUUUUUUUD!

JM: HOLY COW!  LISTEN TO THESE FANS ROAR, MATHEW!

MA: What do they know ... This isn't wrestling... This is an assault
outside the ring and the referee isn't doing a good enough job of
stopping it.

JM: He is trying to count, but Phoenix just rolled inside the ring and
back out breaking up the count.  A heads up move right there for the
journey man.

[Phoenix pulls Gionet up to his feet and rolls him into the ring.
Phoenix enters the ring as well and covers the PVW Warrior.]




!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!



JM: Gionet fires out.

MA: Of course he did.  This isn't the Make-up wrestling league ...
Gionet is a real man's man who just sent one cry baby back to Ireland.
Now he is about to send another back home to Arizona!

[Phoenix pulls Gionet up and whips him off the ropes but the PVW
Warrior reverses. Gionet flips Phoenix up onto his shoulder for a
Tilt-O-Whirl Powerslam but Phoenix slips out the back door, arching
Gionet backwards with him and dropping him with the backwards DDT!]

THUUUUUUUUUUUD!




!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




!!! THREE !!!




JM: NO!  GIONET JUST GOT HIS FOOT ON THE BOTTOM ROPES AND SAVED
HIMSELF FROM A THREE COUNT!

MA: That's what you call awareness, J-M.

[Phoenix gets up and begins to set up the PVW Warrior for his Will
Breaker ... Gionet reaches over and grabs Phoenix and sends him across
causing him to tumble across the ring.]

JM: Big counter, by Gionet... Gionet now pulling himself up by the
ropes, but Phoenix  is up first!

MA: Gionet is giving Phoenix a fighting chance... Something he didn't
give Foley.

[Phoenix kicks Gionet in the gut and goes for a DDT but Gionet holds
onto the ropes causing Phoenix to bounce the back of his head off the
mat. Gionet merely jumps up and crushes Phoenix's face with a knee
drop.]

JM: You can tell, Gionet smells blood!  He is now putting his boot
across Phoenix's throat and is choking him.

MA: Adding insult to injury right there.

JM: The referee forces a break.

[Gionet pulls Phoenix up to his feet and whips him off the ropes.
Larry Gionet destroys Phoenix with a stiff Spinebuster and then locks
on his Crucifix Kneebar.]

JM: Gionet really punishing Phoenix.

MA: He isn't punishing him yet ... He is just toying with him.

[Phoenix screams in pain as he reaches for the ropes but he's stuck in
the middle of the ring. Phoenix crawls a little towards the ropes but
Gionet walks him even farther away. Phoenix finally is able to break
out ...  Gionet fires back up and runs into a desperation inverter
atomic drop.  Then springboards into a Tornado DDT.]

THUUUUUUUUD!

JM: Phoenix isn't making the cover!  He runs about half the top rope
and hits a missile dropkick as Gionet pushes himself up ... BURNING
ARROW!

MA: What is going on here!

[Phoenix is now on his feet and the fans are loving it ... He points
to the top of the ropes and calls for the, Rise of the Phoenix.]

JM: Phoenix is calling for the Rise of the Phoenix!  If he hits this
then it's all but over, Dynamite.

MA: The man who wears make-up is wasting way to much time, J-M.

[And Gionet proves Anderson to be a prophet as he charges up the ropes
and nails Phoenix with a bone crushing superplex.]

THUDDDDDDDDDDDD!

JM: Both men are out on the mat and the crowd is rallying behind
Phoenix.

MA: Welcome to PPV time, Phoenix ... Where dreams are made to be
broken!

[Both men slowly push themselves up and Phoenix is there first with an
Irish Whip ... Phoenix takes off crushes Gionet with the Phoenix
splash ...  Gionet stumbles out and ducks a clothesline attempt ...
Gionet then hits an ace crusher and Phoenix bounces backwards into the
ropes and Gionet lifts him up into his Reverse Tombstone piledriver
...]

THUUUUUUUUUUUUUD!

MA: DARKNESS FALLS, J-M!

JM: Gionet just hit his finisher, but what is he doing?

[Gionet stands looking down at the motionless Phoenix and grabs a hold
of his arm and locks into the rolling armbar known to the PVW world as
the End Game.]

JM: Gionet has Phoenix in that rolling armbar just like he placed
Caleb Foley into ... And Phoenix wastes no time and taps out.

MA: I told you!

*DING*DING*DING*

JM: Phoenix continues to tap out, but Gionet doesn't seem to want to
let go.

MA: Gionet is sending a message ... A message that he is here to
destroy anyone that steps in his path.

*DING*DING*DING*

JM: And finally he drops the hold and leaps up to his feet glaring
down then towards the booing fans.

MA: Gionet sending a message to the PVW.  He isn't going to be denied
any longer.

[Gionet bends down and grabs the back of the painted face of Phoenix
and holds it so the camera can see the beaten down man.  He then
shoves the superstar back down.]

JM: Total disrespect from the long time veteran.

MA: The PVW stopped respecting the PVW Warrior a long time ago.

JM: I disagree!  He was just apart of the End Game Called Shot match
... And then he had the chance to win the scramble to compete for the
TV title here tonight in our Main Event!  How is that disrespect?

MA: A man like Larry takes what he wants, Jay-M.

JM: Well, he is sending a clear message to everyone in the PVW by
using the rolling armbar made famous by the first PVW Champion, Chase
Williams.

MA: It's a huge statement.  And quite frankly he does it better.

JM: I may disagree with that, but he has done it well enough twice
now.  Gionet has had his up and downs in the PVW ... but right now he
is doing everything right.

MA: He has a job ... and Chase Williams doesn't.  End Game, Jay-M.

JM: Cute.  Anyways, I am getting the keep moving card ... so let's go
backstage as we continue to work through the evening as we reach
BOILING POINT II!

[We cut backstage where Masked Maniac appears to be turning the
corner.  The man who is set to be squaring off with the massive
German, Eric Seiger runs into a smaller _mini_ version of himself.]

Masked Maniac: Little Masked Bro ...  Look at you ... A masked bro in
gold, you are making _all_ the masked bros world wide proud.

[Mini Maniac holds up his ASLL Mini's championship title.]

Masked Maniac: That will bring out the hos in our after party.
Congratulations ... Way to do the mask proud.  Now, _I_ will head to
that ring and defeat the German destroyer that is obviously in cahoots
with the evil traitor known to all as the Blue Diamond.

[Both Maniac's boo the mention of the dastardly traitor!]

Mini Maniac: Good luck ... And when you return we will start the ho-
hunt!

Masked Maniac: Let the ho-hunt begin!

[And with that the bigger Maniac passes Mini-Maniac as he heads
towards the entrance way.]

[The hard rocking sound of Droner's guitar blasts over the PA system
as the opening chords to the famous, Masked Bros before Hos begins to
play over the PA system.]

JM: And here comes the Masked Maniac!  We haven't seen him since
Gibson Hayes destroyed him in his chance at the PVW World Heavyweight
Championship.

MA: One day you are the talk of the day ... the next you are getting
stitches.  Wait a second, Jay-M ... How does Masked Maniac get
stitches?

JM: That is a good question ... The legend of the match is that nobody
ever see's the face of Masked Maniac.

#MASKED BROS BEFORE HOS#

#MASKED BROS BEFORE HOS#

#MASKED BROS BEFORE HOS#

[The gang style chants continue as Masked Maniac dressed in his usual
flat black singlet and matching old-school style wrestling mask.
Looking like he has lost a step in his walk ... The godfather of love
makes his way down the aisleway and slides inside the ring ready for
the match.]

JM: There seems to be a little swag missing from the Masked Bro.

MA: The Blue Diamond ripped out Masked Maniac's Mojo ... haven't you
heard?  Whatever the hell that means.

JM: You know the _Mojo_.

MA: What the hell are we even talking about ... This is a wrestling
show.

JM: You are like a grumpy old man, Matt ... Have you had your green
jello yet today?

MA: Why you little smart mouth ...

[The moody Latin chanting of "Ebla" by E.S. Posthumus fills the venue
for a few moments.  The last word fades into for a few seconds, before
the low-key synthazizer and poundy drums kick in.   The crowd turns to
face the entranceway, craning their necks to catch a glimpse of the
mountain that soon parts the curtains and steps into the aisleway.
Mild cheering, and low murmurs, greet the large young German man who
gazes across the crowd with a stern, neutral stare.  This is "Der
Kreuzritter" Erich Seiger, wearing a one-piece red singlet and black
boots.

As opposed to the look of determination on the young man's face, that
of his manager, local Phoenix resident Dallas Lawson, is one of
excitement.  Leaning on her silver cane, she leads the way, limping
slightly as she heads towards the ring, her charge walking behind her.
Seiger's arms hang at his sides, moving slightly as he walks, ignoring
the crowd reaching out to touch the monument to humanity.

At ringside, Seiger lifts Lawson up by her hips, depositing her on the
apron before climbing up himself.  He follows her into the ring after
holding the ropes, giving the referee a firm nod before heading to a
neutral corner.  There, he stands, arms crossed, eyes forward, focused
solely on the match at hand, only responding quietly to Lawson's
halting, passable German as she gives some last minute instructions.]

JM: And there is the highly touted superstar from Germany.  Erich
Seiger comes with a huge amount of untapped potential.  A student of
the butcher himself, Otto Verhoeven ... Trained by Victor Frost and
now a client of Dallas Lawson.  This guy is surrounded by huge names
in this industry.

MA: Forget all that ... The guy is _Seven Feet tall_ and Three hundred
and twenty five pounds.  I don't care if he was trained by Caleb
Foley.  With that kind of size he should be able to do some damage.

[Masked Maniac makes his way over to the fiery redhead, Dallas Lawson.
He breaks out into the famous Masked Bro ... pelvic thrust.]

JM: The former manager of Arizona legend, Diamondback Chris Myers has
caught the eye of Masked Maniac.

MA: Bad move ... Maniac nobody wants to see you grind the air.

[The big German takes a step forward, but Dallas Lawson stops her
client totally ignoring the suave attempt by the Masked man.]

JM: Dallas Lawson doing what she does best ... Keeping things about
the match and making sure Seiger is focused.

MA: With the addition of Seiger ... PVW continues to scout Europe hard
and heavy.  However, Seiger has a ways to go if he wants to outshine
Christopher Black as PVW'stop European star.

JM: At seven feet tall, I think he has a pretty good chance.


___________    ____       ________________________________________
___  __ \_ |  / /_ |     / /
__  /_/ /_ | / /__ | /| / /           One on One Match
_  ____/__ |/ / __ |/ |/ /       Masked Maniac v. Erich Seiger
/_/     _____/  ____/|____________________________________________



*DING*DING*DING*


JM: And there is the sound of the bell as Dallas Lawson makes her way
to the outside.

MA: Let's see if this big son-of-a-gun is all size or if he has some
punch behind that mammoth frame.

[Masked Maniac looks up at the big man ... He then shoots his right
arm out into a, "Put it there big guy" handshake ...  Erich Seiger
looks down for a second and then accepts the friendly gesture.]

MA: Oh great, we have a gentle giant.

JM: Nice display of sportsman by both men.

[The crowd responds giving both men a respectful pop.  As, Masked
Maniac holds his hands up as if he is challenging the seven foot
German to a test of strength.]

MA: Okay, this proves it right here, Jay-M.  Masked Maniac is either
as nutty as a squirrel ... or as dumb as a rock.

JM: Erich Seiger lifts out his giant mitts ... but Maniac moonwalks
backwards.

[Erich Seiger glares forward in a calm and collective manner as the
playful Maniac finishes his backwards shuffle.]

JM: Dallas Lawson giving words of wisdom on the outside as Seiger
continues to stay focused and calm.

MA: Maniac is about to be Masked roadkill in a minute.

[Masked Maniac returns back to the center of the ring and the two men
go to lock up, but the much smaller masked man slips behind the 325
pounder in to a waist lock.  Maniac attempts to lift him up and tip
him over, but no dice.  He tries again this time with all his might
and it barely lifts Seiger up, but the seven footer returns back to
his feet and turns breaking out of the waist lock and flattens the
masked superstar with a short-arm.]

THUNK!

JM: Huge short-arm clothesline by Erich Seiger and Maniac has taken
his first huge shot in this early going.

MA: This could be over in about .... thirty seconds or so.

[Seiger bends over pulling Maniac up by the tip of his mask.  He turns
and sends the masked superstar into the corner with a big Irish whip.
Then he takes off and squashes the much smaller wrestler with an
avalanche in the corner.  Seiger backs out ... and Maniac stumbles out
barely able to stay on his feet and right into a big military press
slam by the German.]

JM: And Seiger is starting to show the PVW fans and the locker room
that he isn't all size ... Seiger hits the ropes BIG LEGDROP!

MA: I think his leg is about the size of Maniac's whole body.

JM: Seiger hooks the leg and we have a cover.

MA: Like I said ... thirty seconds.




!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




JM: No!  Maniac fires out with a kick out.

MA: Heck go ahead and call out Mini-Maniac ... He will probably fair
better then Masked Maniac.

[Seiger pulls the masked man up ... He whips him across and bends over
going for a back body drop, but Maniac with a sunset flip!]




!!! ONE !!!




JM: Seiger kicks right out!  Both men are back to their feet and
Maniac throws a low kick...  And he backs away into his crane stance
... This can only mean he is prepping for the MMK!

MA: A move that Gibson Hayes does so much _BETTER_.

[Maniac stands in the karate kid style crane position almost as if he
is daring the seven footer ... Seiger leaps into an double-foot sitout
dropkick to the chest instead knocking Maniac out of the crane stance
and down to the mat ...]

JM: GOOD GAWD!

MA: Well, that's one way of countering.

JM: Dallas Lawson just looks on as she watches her man dismantle poor
Masked Maniac.

MA: The curse of the Masked Bros continues ...  I hope it's contagious
and Senor Cloak Dos is next!  Europeans 2 ... Masked Bros  0!

[Seiger pulls Maniac up and holds him in his arms and walks him into
the center of the ring and drops down with a backbreaker ... he then
returns back to standing with Maniac still in his arms and drops down
for a second backbreaker ... and like before he returns back to his
feet, Maniac in tact and drops down for a _third_ backbreaker.]

JM: Trifecta of Backbreakers by Seiger!

MA: And somehow Maniac's back remains intact.

JM: Seiger with Maniac still in his arms ... Begins to bring the
masked man to the top turnbuckle.

[He then picks him up across his body, and then leaps forward, driving
the masked superstar to the mat and slamming him down with his body
weight.]

CRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNCH!

[WHOA POP!]

JM: Seiger drives Maniac down!  And he calls this Der Bergsturz.

MA: I don't care what he calls it ... He just crushed Masked Maniac!




!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




!!! THREE !!!




JM: What an impressive debut from the German!

MA: 7 feet tall of destruction ...  I think the PVW standards just
raised a little.

HD: The winner of the match ... "Der Kreuzritter" Erich Seiger

[Referee, Jay O'Riley raises the big man's arm.  Then Seiger turns and
begins to help the man he just drove nearly through the mat. Masked
Maniac back to this feet, before gently pushing him towards the ropes
to get him out of the ring.]

JM: And the big man continues to show amazing sportsmanship here
tonight.

MA: Dallas Lawson is going to have to work on that.  You can't be
seven feet tall and go around shaking peoples hands without breaking
them.

[After a brief, intense stare at the camera, Seiger begins to head out
of the ring, no emotion, no playing to the crowd, instead listening
again to Dallas Lawson as they make their way back up the aisle.]

JM: An impressive debut and the fans are applauding the latest
addition to the PVW roster.

MA: I guess Mini-Maniac is going to be the only "masked bro" with the
hos tonight.

JM: A rough stretch for the lovable, Masked Maniac ... but if anyone
can bounce back it's him.

MA: Bounce back to what?  Saying cute little sayings and losing?  He
is already doing that.

[The scene opens to a black screen as we hear the sounds of a female
voice hauntingly singing notes without using words.]

FEMALE VOICE:  Naaaaaaaaa-aaahhhhhhhh

[The screen shows a view from inside a wrestling ring. The ropes are
in focus before they fade to the background being in focus and a
masked man is seen. At that moment, the opening guitar riffs of
"Whatever" by Our Lady Peace begin to be heard. The view changes to a
black screen with the following words...]

REDEMPTION

IS COMING

TO PVW

[The view goes into a static for a second and we see the muscular
man's head with a black mask on. The mask has white outlines around
the eyes, nose and mouth. Then the darkness fades in around the mask
and all goes black, as one word comes across the screen...]

T A L I O N

[The word disappears as fast as it appeared, leaving us with only the
female singing her haunting tones over the dark screen.]

FEMALE VOICE:  Naaaaaaaaa-aaahhhhhhhh

[The sounds and screen fade out.]

MA: Oh groan ... Not another Mask.  We already have twiddle dee and
twiddle dumb with Senor Cloak Dos and Masked Maniac.

JM: It appears Talion is one of the latest PVW additions replacing
quite a few "dead weight" that has been cut by management.  PVW is a
fast growing company that has returned to the National stage.  Only
the best in the world compete ... And it appears that the PVW scouts
feel that Talion fits the plan.

MA: He better be or he will find himself back in the minor leagues
working to afford a happy meal.

JM: Folks, we would like to thank you for tuning in so far.  We still
have three matches left here on our free live telecast.  However, you
can still join us as we air our _thriteenth_ mega event.  Be it a PPV
like tonight or Tradition, PVW always brings the best wrestling to you
our loyal fans.  We are a few moments away from the ASLL Tag Team
Championship match.

MA: And we will watch Los Rudos de Valentine retain ... I mean defend
against the two painted freaks from Chicago, The Berserkers.

JM: We thought were going to witness the PVW return of Los Corazones
but after an impromptu match Los Rudos de Valentine became the new
ASLL tag team champions. Let's go to the footage for the closing
moments of that match.

[Rojo shrugged off the attacks and set Dark Valentine up for... CAMISA
DE FUERZA! AZTEC SUPLEX! The referee dropped down for the cover ...
1,2,3! DARK VALENTINE WAS PINNED! The crowd went wild! It was now down
to Rojo and El Padre de Valentine! Rojo beset upon the heavyweight
with a fury, hard shots at a fast pace! Dark Valentine jumped on the
apron to protest but then Blanco pulled him off the apron and began
brawling with him! The referee stepped out onto the apron to try and
break up the brawl and then it happened. El Padre de Valentine dropped
to his knees and LOW BLOWED Rojo! Emylee screamed to the referee
trying to get his attention but the referee was in the thick of trying
to stop Blanco and Dark from fighting. Emylee's fears became a
nightmarish reality though when El Padre de Valentine scooped up Rojo
easily and.. EL MARTINETE!!! TOMBSTONE PILEDRIVER! LUCHA LIBRE DEATH!
She cried out but it was too late! Dark Valentine ran away from Blanco
and pointed in the ring, the referee turned to see El Padre covering
Rojo. The referee scrambled in and.. 1.... 2.... 3! Los Rudos de
Valentine hoist the ASLL Tag Team Championship belts into the air as
we crossfade back to Joshua Morgan.]

JM: I've been told that Los Corazones will probably miss a few months
of action as Rojo Corazone will be recovering from that vicious
Tombstone piledriver.

MA: It's what they deserve for interfering in with Valentine family.
Everyone knows you don't stop a father from disciplining his children.

JM: What? Fans I apologize for Matt ...

MA: Stop calling me Matt.


* DAAAAAAAA *

* DUN DUN DUNNNNN *

JM: And here come the challengers!

[The opening rift of Master Of Puppets by Metallica begins to blast
through the arena.]

HD: Introducing to the ring from Chicago, Illinois!  Weighing in at a
combine weight of 577 pounds.  This is Doom and Wolf ...


!!! THE BERSERKERS !!!


[The two menacing warriors from Chicago emerge from the backstage
area.  Dressed on black and red pants the power and glory face painted
tag team specialized in intimidation stand soaking up the roaring
guitar.  On the left is the 6'3" / 275 pound, Wolf.  He stands a bit
more slender with the face paint of a wolf across his face.  On the
right is the 6'2" / 302 pound, Doom.  He is only an inch smaller than
his partner but his body frame is one of a bull.  With exploding bombs
painted across his face the two warriors begin storming towards the
ring ready for battle.]

MA: I still can't figure out what these peons see in these two!

JM: They're completely different than any other team that has entered
the PVW and the fans love their bruising style.

MA: Like I said peons. Tonight though they will be put in their places
by the current ASLL Champions Los Rudos de Valentine.

JM: I'm sure the Berserkers are going to do their best to prove you
wrong.

[Master of the Puppets fades and without any music the curtains part
and out walk two masked men. One is alot taller than the other and is
very muscular and has a dark gray mask with a silver gray heart on the
front of it. He also has dark gray tights with silver gray ring boots.
The other man is much smaller and has a black mask with a purple heart
on the front of it. He has black tights with purple ring boots. Both
men have the ASLL Tag Team Championships around their waists and the
taller one has a microphone in his hand.]

Taller Man: No.. Do not adjust the TV, no look at program.. We are not
Los Corazones. We are NEW Champions!

[The crowd boos the man's rough grasp on English and maybe also the
lack of Los Corazones.]

Taller Man: My name is El Padre de Valentine! This is my good son,
Dark Valentine! We are new All Star Lucha Libre Campeones.. Los Rudos
de Valentine!

[El Padre de Valentine points at the Berserkers in the ring.]

ePdV: We just win belts! No way we let criminales take them from us! I
fix to treat you like I treat my bad son, St. Valentine! El Padre and
the good son are coming in there to whoop you!

[Wolf and Doom look at each other as if this man speaking is out of
his mind crazy. El Padre de Valentine drops the microphone and he and
Dark Valentine nod at each other, take off their belts and charge into
the ring with the belts in their hands! They scramble in and try to
smash the belts against their opponents but the Berserkers dodge the
belt shots and CLOTHESLINE THE ASLL TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS LIKE RAGDOLLS!
Max Kelly motions for the bell while picking up the tag team belts off
the canvas.]


___________    ____       ________________________________________
___  __ \_ |  / /_ |     / /
__  /_/ /_ | / /__ | /| / /       ASLL Tag Team Titles Match
_  ____/__ |/ / __ |/ |/ /The Berserkers v. Los Rudos de Valentine
/_/     _____/  ____/|____________________________________________



*DING*DING*DING*


JM: And Los Rudos de Valentine are sprawled out on the mat like a kids
new toys the day after Christmas!

MA: Are you serious? We're live before the pay per view and you're
going to use a line like that?

JM: Yes I am Matt. Doom steps onto the apron as Wolf pulls El Padre de
Valentine to his feet and whips the champion into the far side ropes.

MA: How many times do I have to tell you?

JM: At least five hundred more, Matt. And El Padre rebounds off of the
rope and ducks under a clothesline from Wolf.

[El Padre rebounds off of the near side ropes and Wolf spins around.
El Padre with a shoulder block ...]

JM: And  Wolf isn't budged from the shoulder block.

[Wolf slaps his chest and motions for El Padre to run the ropes again.
El Padre rushes towards the ropes and once again rebounding off of
them and once again Wolf doesn't budge from the impact. A slick smile
crosses the lips of Wolf as he nods, daring El Padre to try one more
time.]

JM: El Padre off of the ropes one more time ...

[Wolf though charges forward and drills El Padre with a clothesline
that sends the older Valentine to the mat. The crowd roars as Wolf
pounds his chest and points at Doom. The crowd screams BOOM as Wolf
drags El Padre to his feet and slaps the hand of his partner.]

JM: And here comes Doom!

MA: What is going on with the Valentines tonight? Los Corazones had a
death grip on the ASLL Tag Team Titles and they nearly crippled them!

JM: And the Berserkers are manhandling them right now and the crowd is
loving it.

[Doom enters the ring and Wolf whips El Padre towards his partner, who
catches El Padre and presses him nearly seven feet into the air.]

JM: Look at that display of power! Doom presses El Padre into the air
twice and just tosses him to the mat!

MA: Dark Valentine is trying to urge his father to make the tag ...
and
he desperately needs to get out of the ring.

[El Padre reaches for the tag but Doom grabs El Padre and locks on a
front chancery, taking him over with a vertical suplex.]

JM: Huge suplex from Doom who is back to his feet and he motions for
El Padre to stand ... BIG BOOT to the side of the masked man's head.

MA: This is completely unfair!

JM: What?!

MA: Los Rudos de Valentine had little time to prepare for these
painted hooligans.

JM: They had the same amount time as the Berserkers did and it doesn't
seem to bother them. And Doom scoops El Padre up and slams him to the
mat!

[El Padre sits up holding onto his back and Doom doesn't waste a
second as he grabs El Padre dragging him to his feet and whips him
into the ropes. As El Padre rebounds off of the ropes Dark Valentine
slaps his father's back.]

MA: Max Kelly signaling a tag was made as Doom drops his head and El
Padre with a leap frog.

[Doom turns around, awaiting El Padre, and Dark Valentine comes into
the ring.]

MA: Dark Valentine with a school boy roll-up!



!!! ONE !!!



!!! TWO !!!


JM: And Doom kicks out!

MA: Here we go! Dark Valentine showing the brains that earned these
two those title belts!

[The much smaller Dark Valentine is back to his feet first and catches
Doom with a dropkick as he pushes himself off of a knee.]

JM: Dark Valentine follows up that dropkick with a standing moonsault!



!!! ONE !!!



!!! TWO !!!



JM: And Doom just powers Dark Valentine off of him like he was nothing
more than a pillow.

MA: But Dark Valentine lands on his feet and charges forward ...

[Doom ducks a clothesline and Dark Valentine rebounds off of the ropes
and leaps ...]

MA: Dark Valentine with a cross body ...

JM: Doom catches him!

[The crowd cheers as Doom drops Dark Valentine to the mat with a
Samoan drop.]

JM: Dark Valentine looks like he was just run over by a mack truck.

[Dark Valentine slowly rolls towards the ring ropes as the crowd
cheers wildly as the big man from Chicago gets back to his feet.]

MA: It's a ploy. Dark Valentine is lulling Doom into a false sense of
security.

JM: Uh huh. It sure looks that way as Doom just viciously pulls Dark
Valentine back to his feet by his mask ... he tags Wolf back in!

[Doom presses Dark Valentine into the air with a military press and
Wolf ascends to the top rope. The crowd cheers loudly as Wolf leaps
...]

JM: Gates of Hades! That leaping leg drop just Dark Valentine was
turned inside out!

MA: NO!



!!! ONE !!!



!!! TWO !!!



[El Padre de Valentine charges into the ring but Doom levels him with
a leaping shoulderblock!]



!!! THREE !!!


MA: NO!


!!! DING DING DING |!!


JM: YES! The Berserkers are the NEW ASLL Tag Team Champions!

HD: Ladies and gentlemen here are your winners and NEW ASLL TAG TEAM
CHAMPIONS the team of Doom and Wolf ...


!!! THE BERSERKERS !!!


MA: NO! It's two out of three falls!

JM: No Matt! It's not.

MA: This is highway robbery plain and simple!

[Max Kelly hands the Berserkers the ASLL tag team championship belts
and the two men hoist the straps high into the air with their left
hand as Max Kelly grabs the hands of Wolf and Doom and raises their
hands into the air.]

MA: Wait ... Does this mean we have just gotten rid of the Berserkers
and sent them down to Mexico?  This may not be that bad after all!

JM: I am unsure what this means for the ASLL Tag Team Titles _and_ the
Berserkers ... However, I would have to think that the Berserkers are
here to stay, Matt.

MA: *Grumbles*

JM: The ASLL and PVW have a growing relationship and perhaps this is a
key to further mix the two brands.  Sounds like a win-win situation
for wrestling fans.

MA: Tag Team wrestling has always been taken very seriously in the
PVW.  With the addition to Alex Wallace and his tag team ... I was
sort of hoping they would _replace_ the Berserkers.

JM: The Berserkers have quickly become one of the forces in the tag
team ranks.  Folks, we are going to air a special tribute video to the
Rob Cole and William Craven feud that has lasted for over six months.

MA: What a feud this has been.  A good old fashion brawl with a little
bit of oddities mixed in.  All in all it's made for some good
wrestling.

[Black screen.  The instrumental beginnings of "So Cold" by Breaking
Benjamin play as text in white appears on the screen.]

ToS (Text on Screen): "...How it Ends..."

[Fade out, fade in.]

ToS: January 7, 2010.

[Fade to black again.  Fade in on a view of "The Outcast" Rob Cole
standing, PVW World Title belt slung over one shoulder, staring,
frozen, before his own reflection.  Behind Rob appears the green-
skinned visage of William Craven.  The view widens as Cole spins,
revealing the mirror to be a car window and the scene to be a parking
lot.
    A staredown ensues, quickly broken by a disingenuous smile and
    outstretched hands from Craven.  Fade.]

[Fade again as the lyrics begin.]

#Crowded streets are cleared away,#
#one by one.#

ToS: March 25, 2010.

[Fade in to show Craven and Cole, side by side, staring across the
ring at Marcus Manson and Rick Marley.  Crossfade to Cole in the ring,
climbing the ropes.]

#Hollow heroes separate,#
#as they run.#

[Craven pushes Cole off the top.  A stunned Cole is waylaid as Marley
hits the Limelight for the win.]

#You're so cold.#
#Keep your hand in mine.#

[Crossfade to show the collected WMI, including Craven, celebrating as
Cole hangs crucified to the ringropes.  The whole thing goes into slow
motion as Craven spins to strike the helpless Cole with his wooden
sword.  Fade to black.]

#Wise men wonder,#
#while strong men diiieee...#

ToS: January 9, 2010...
..."Buried Alive" match...

[Cole stands nose to nose with Rick Marley.  They begin to brawl.
From the beginning to the end as Marley hurls the last wheelbarrow of
dirt onto Rob Cole in the hole.]

#Show me how it ends, it's all riiight!#
#Show me how defenseless you really are!#

[Suddenly, to everyone's surprise, including Marley's, the nearby dump
truck empties its contents onto Cole.  Cut to the interior of the
truck where William Craven laughs uproariously.]

#Satisfy an empty inside!#

[Crossfade.  Robert Cole staggers and falls on the concrete floor in
the arena.  Fade out--]

ToS: February 15, 2011.

[Fade in.  Dislodging a guardrail a maniacal Craven uses it in an
attempt to crush Rob Cole's entire torso.  Fade rapidly in and out as
Craven strikes, screaming.]

ToS: DIE!  DIE!  DIE!  DIE!  DIE!

#Well that's all right!#
#Let's give this another try!#

[A brief instrumental plays as Yllana Cole is shown, wandering the
backstage area, a look of concern on her face.]

ToS: March 31, 2011.

[Rounding a corner she goes stiff with fright as she looks in on a
room and sees her 5-year-old son Bobby sitting on the knee of William
Craven.  Bobby looks mesmerized as Craven animatedly regales him with
some sort of story.]

#If you find your family,#
#don't you cry.#

[Creeping into the room Yllana locks eyes with the green beast who
gives her his patented shark-toothed grin.]

#In this land of make believe,#

[Yllana tries to lift her son, finding him restrained by Craven.
Releasing him, Bill rises as she sends the boy from the room.]

#dead and dry.#

[Bill grabs Yllana in an embrace, whispering confidentially in her
ear.]

#You're so cold,#
#but you feel alive.#

[Quickly Bill shuffles Yllana aside, falls to one knee, and ruffles
little Bobby's hair.  Looking over his shoulder at Yllana he gives her
a meaningful look.]

#Lay your hand on me,#
#one last tiiime...#

ToS: May 4, 2011.

[Fade in on Robert Cole and William Craven sitting at a table in the
ring.  Quick cuts as the two go back and forth verbally.]

#Show me how it ends, it's all right!#

[Cole's expression changes from apathy to fury as he abruptly stabs
Craven right in the eye.]

#Show me how defenseless you really are!#

ToS: May 30, 2011.

[Mad brawling as Craven first pummels Cole senseless then gets shocked
as Cole rebounds.]

#Satisfy an empty inside!#
#Well that's all right!#

[Fear mars Craven's face as he's put back on his heels by a dominant
offense from Cole.  Finally Craven grabs the middle rope, kneeling on
Cole's chest, for the win...]

#Let's give this another try!#

[A musical interlude as Craven is shown with a strange masked man,
holding his head in obvious anxiety.  Cut to show Cole in heated
discussion with Yllana.  Fade to black.]

ToS: August 31, 2011.

[Cut to the rematch between Craven and Cole.  It's a more even back
and forth as Cole and Craven batter one another around the ring in an
intense brawl.]

#Show me how it ends, it's all right!#
#Show me how defenseless you really are!#

[Finally, Cole hooks Craven's feet over the bottom rope and drops down
on him, pulling him into an exaggerated form of the camel clutch.]

#Satisfy an empty inside!#
#Well that's all right!#

[Resisting furiously, Craven claws at Cole's fingers in an attempt to
escape.  Abruptly, his back gives way and his upper body raises up in
a way that his inflexible body would never move naturally.  Clearly in
terror, Craven taps, falling very still on the mat as Cole releases.
Fade to black.]

#Let's give this another try!#

[Quick cuts as we see Craven rising with the assistance of the ropes,
shouting after Cole as he departs the ring, victorious.]

#It's all right...#

[Cole points to a huge sign that reads "Boiling Point".]

#It's all right...#

[Cole and Craven colliding in a 6-man tag with several other
wrestlers, seemingly unaware of their teammates.]

#It's all right.#

[Yllana Cole leaps on a bloodied, unexpecting Craven, cuffing him to
the ropes before he knows what's happening and beating him with his
own wooden sword for good measure.]

#It's all right.#

[Craven, up front, laughing hysterically, pulling at the flesh of his
face.]

#It's all right.#

[Furious, Craven leads Yllana to the ring, hands bound behind her
back.]

#It's all right!#

[Bill is distracted from what seems to be his execution of Yllana Cole
as Rob Cole comes down the entrance aisle.]

#It's all right!#

[A moment later Craven has Rob Cole on his knees, bound in the ring.
Craven holds up his wooden sword again, this time wrapped in barbed
wire.]

#It's all right!#

[Finally a wide view of Craven and Cole, overshadowed by a gigantic
banner that reads, simply, "Boiling Point".]

#It's all right...#

ToS: November 10, 2011...

[The video fades to solid black.]

ToS: Craven/Cole III...

[The music fades to silence.]

ToS: "...Barbwire Hell..."

[Silence, darkness, end...  We cut back to the arena where the fans
are cheering the two legends.  Rob Cole has built his career with his
blood, sweat, and tears ... William Craven has built his career on
others blood, sweat, and tears ... However, the fans know what both of
these two men bring to the sport.  And you can feel the respect
tonight.]

JM: Ladies and gentlemen in just a few moments we will bare witness to
a special announcement from the newly appointed head of the PVW Tag
Team division.

MA: Blockbuster announcement, Joshua. Blockbuster.

JM: How do you know?

MA: I've told you before nothing happens in the PVW without my
knowledge and the newly appointed head of the division is just a
phenomenal choice ... he's just the man I would have picked to rebuild
the PVW tag team division.

JM: Rebuilding is a very accurate word as the division has suffered a
number of losses in the recent months. The Prophets of Rage have left,
Sex Appeal, even with Alex Adams never seemed to get going out of the
blocks and the Rock n Roll Connection fizzled. And there are currently
rumors swirling that the tension between the Houlihan brothers has put
the Renegades status up in the air.

MA: It has become a depleted roster, Joshua, but I'm sure this man
will bring it back to glory.

[Slowly out from the entrance way emerges a man, dressed to the nines.
He is attired in a three piece black suit with thin white pinstripes
running down it, a pale blue dress shirt with a yellow and blue
patterned tie. His shoulder length dirty blond hair is tied pack into
a ponytail.]

JM: Christopher Michaelson!

MA: That's right kid. Former PVW superstar and one half of the world's
greatest tag team Greatness!

[The camera focus upon the face of Michaelson, who is flashing a smile
to the crowd.]

JM: I don't believe it! Christopher Michaelson hasn't been seen since
the SSN first took control of PVW oh so long ago.

MA: In a PVW ring he hasn't but he used his time away to reunite
Greatness and place tag team wrestling back on the map! You're looking
at a tag champion ... a man who knows what it takes to make the PVW
tag
team division the talk of the industry once again.

JM: You're gushing like a school girl, Matt.

MA: Gushing? It's paying respect to a man who deserves it. Like you
should to me, Joshua!

[Michaelson has entered the ring and taken a microphone from Herk
Douglas. He gently taps on the top of it before beginning to speak.]

CM: Phoenix Valley Wrestling ... my, my, my, it's been a long time and
how times have changed from when I first set foot into this ring.
Talent has come and gone and thankfully the brass has been smart
enough to remove the ditch digger from the federation.

[Anderson chuckles.]

JM: Why is that funny?

MA: Check out the old PVW dvd's or pvwrestling.org and look at the old
interview archives. Then you'll understand kid.

[Michaelson smiles again and takes a few steps around the ring soaking
up the reaction from the crowd.]

CM: I know many of you hated when I was here and hell a few of you
hated me when I was elsewhere winning tag team gold, but you always
respected what I stood for in this business ... and well if you didn't
it's cause your a ...

[Michaelson stops and shakes his head slowly to the side.]

CM: Sorry, sorry. I'm not here as a performer, I'm here as a member of
the PVW board and I have a job to do. A job that I will be difficult
but not impossible. You see I'm here to reconstruct the tag team
division. To make it the measuring stick of the industry ... While the
PVW has teams like the Berserkers ...

[The crowd cheers.]

CM: HEAT ...

[The cheers instantly become boos.]

CM: The current PVW tag team champions Livestock and The Gutch ...


[The boos become more thunderous.]

CM: And Max Weinrib and Salih Mubarak ...

[Huge chorus of cheers and a smal MAx and Sal chant breaks out.]

MA: Who?

JM: Max and Sal.

MA: That's their full names? No wonder they call themselves Max and
Sal.

CM: There isn't enough depth ... enough talent here to make this the
best division of the industry. No, that honor belongs to Dallas, Texas
...

JM: How can he say that about his employer!?!

MA: Joshua the man is speaking the facts and well when you're right
...
you're right.

[Michaelson pauses and looks at into the crowd for a long moment.]

CM: But that will soon change ... and well hell let's make the change
start tonight!

[The crowd cheers as Michaelson reaches into his suit jacket and pulls
out a couple of index cards.]

CM: Ladies and gentlemen tonight you will be introduced to my first
three new tag team signings!

[Michaelson looks at the first index card and begins to read.]

CM: What do you get when a wrestling veteran hand picks a partner that
he helped train? You get the team of Gold Rush! "The High Roller"
Jonathan Regnigh is no stranger to the ring.

JM:Johnathan Regnigh is making his PVW return! He's been gone for over
two years!

CM: He's a former UEW Ultimate Tag Team Champion in the Circle of
Death with Marcus Manson. This time, the "High Roller" has chosen a
new partner in "The Last Cowboy" Beau Wilson! Wilson is a brand new
graduate of Regnigh's Pittsburgh based wrestling school and is said to
be a high-flying sensation! With a veteran like Regnigh and a hot
prospect in Wilson, we'll see if this team lives up to their name!

[Out from the back emerges Jonathan Regnigh and Beau Wilson to a nice
applause from the audience.]

JM: After that hellish beating he took I never thought we would see
Regnigh back in the ring.

MA: You really think a member of the Circle of Death would never
return to the ring? Even you're smarter than that, Joshua.

[As Gold Rush steps into the ring Michaelson begins to announce his
next signing.]

CM: The Sons of Anarchy (Beast and Violence) can best be described as
punk rock football hooligans that someone once introduced to a
wrestling ring.  Exhibiting a problem with authority, a desire to hurt
people, and no respect at all for anyone or anything, this pair has
run roughshod over the competition that's ended up across from them to
date.  At a combined weight of 580 pounds, these two don't tend to
give up size to anyone, but it's questionable as to whether they'd
notice even if they did.  What they lack in polish, they make up in
ferocity...with their size and strength, they can turn even a basic
move into a knockout blow.

[From the back emerge two massive men. Beast is a hugely muscled man
who has dark eyes, and a bald head. He's got an Anarchy symbol
tattooed
on his right arm, and a series of tattoos on the left.  The phrase
'Piss off" across his chest, and a picture of a finger flipping the
bird on his broad back.  He's got multiple piercing's, including an
eyebrow ring and bull style nose ring. While Violence wears a black
biker jacket festooned with safety pins, and with an anarchy symbol
painted on the back, a pair of black cutoff jeans, a belt, a loose
white tank top with a union jack on the front and combat boots to the
ring.]

JM: Holy mother of god ... and you call the Berserkers freaks!

MA: These two are two men I wouldn't want to ever met in a back alley
...

[The two members of Gold Rush eye the Sons of Anarchy as they step
into the ring. Michaelson nods, one must assume in approval before
looking down at the third index card.]

CM: And finally ... Their names and appearances may seem unusual, but
don't overlook their abilities.  The high-flying El Pollo Loco is a
skilled athlete versed in the arts of lucha libre, and his partner "Da
Cow God" Moo is a big, tough, beef-fed fighting machine.  Already
decorated in gold from another promotion, this odd couple is bringing
their talents to the Phoenix desert to continue their unending quest
to conquer evil.  And eat ice cream. Eat ice cream??? Who wrote this
card?

[The crowd cheers loudly as from behind the curtains emerges a big
hoss, 300+ pounds of beef-fed muscle and calcium-enriched bone.  Moo's
most obvious trademark is his long, straight, jet-black hair in which
he's bleached spots of pure white.  His second most notable trademark
is a huge tattoo on his right bicep, of a grinning cow standing on two
legs in full military fatigues holding a machine gun.  He's always
clean-shaven, with a square jaw worthy of a deity and blue eyes that
bear into the soul of the world's evil-doers. And right beside him is
a white Seattle-born guy who, at some point, decided that wearing a
luchador mask that crudely resembles a gutted-out chicken was a good
idea.  EPL is small in stature but fairly well defined, though his
body bears numerous scars from the suicide attempts he's put himself
through in the name of hardcore wrestling and superheroism.]

JM: It's Cow and Chicken and the fans love it!

MA: Cow and Chicken? The sound like some poorly rated children's show.

JM: And Sons of Anarchy doesn't sound like a television show to you?

MA: Not at all and if it was I would watch it.

JM: {sighs} You need to watch more television.

[As Cow and Chicken enter the ring, Michaelson smiles and motions
towards the six men in the ring.]

CM: Ladies and gentlemen I give the beginning of a new era in the PVW
tag team division! And I promise you this in the coming weeks ...

[Michaelson looks at his watch.]

CM: If not the coming hours you will continue to witness my new
signings and you will witness PVW return to glory!

[The crowd cheers.]

CM: And you will see these three teams in action on the very next
Shockwave in the main event! It will be Gold Rush versus The Sons of
Anarchy versus Cow and Chicken!

[The three teams nod looking around at one another as Christopher
Michaelson heads out of the ring ...]

JM: WHOA ... What a way to introduce three of PVW's newest tag teams.
I heard a rumor that the PVW scouts were working 60 hours a week in
rebuilding the storied tag team division.  Adding, Alex Wallace's
mentored team with Sons of Anarchy, Gold Rush, and Cow and Chicken is
a huge boost in the right direction.

MA: It adds some stiff competition for Livestock and the Gutch.

JM: And Max and Sal ... heck add Heat and the Berserkers in the
discussion.  All four teams have become the corner stones of tag team
wrestling today!  The teams are clearing out of the ring ... We will
see them in Shockwave, but we still have _two_ more matches here
tonight on this live broadcast.

MA: Cow ... making his debut in the Cow Palace.  How ironic ...

JM: Focus, Matthew!

MA: Perhaps, if you could only get it right and give me my due
respect.  How many times am I going to have to tell you this.  I have
twice as many years in this industry as you.

JM: And you are still working Preshow's next to me?

MA: Wow ... you went there.

JM: Hey, you opened up for it.

MA: I guess I did.

JM: The next match is between two former best friends.

MA: If there is one thing I have learned in this business, it's that
you never stay best friends for long.

JM: Well that seemed to be the case between Alex Epstein and the
Mercenary.

MA: Especially when money talks.  I'd slap those frosted tips out of
your hair for ten bucks!

JM: You'd probably hurt your back again trying.

HD: This match is scheduled for one fall ... And introducing first,
wrestling out of the Bunker ...

THE MERCENARY!!!

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

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

JM: The Mercenary looks ready for battle.

MA: The Mercenary is always ready to earn a pay check.

JM: Most wondered why this match was left off of, Boiling Point II.
The resume of these two men are outstanding.  The explanation I was
given was that ... This match along with Uncle Frank and Marcus Manson
would be a nice gift to those who couldn't afford to buy the PPV
telecast.

MA: Those people will just find a free stream on the Internet anyways.

HD: His opponent ... Wrestling out of Chicago, Illinois.

"The Extreme" Alexander Epstein !!!

[The lights go out as all the spotlights focus together onto the
entrance ramp with a silhouette seen. The spotlights turn red like
blood as Kayne West's “Good Life” plays through the arena. A large
cloud of red smoke fills the entranceway. As it filters out to ground
level, the silhouette has been replaced by an imposing figure in a red
boxers robe with a black sash. The hood of the robe and a pair of
black Ray Ban wafer shades cover his face and head.

The man known as “Mr. Extreme” Alexander Epstein throws a fist in
the air to the cheer of thousands in the arena as pryo effects go off
around him. He slowly walks to ringside following the path of the red
smoke and spotlight. He throws a few lefts and rights to impress the
crowd with pyro going off timed to each one as he makes his way to
ringside. He high fives a few fans as he cautiously enters the ring
beginning to remove his robe and shades.]

JM: Listen to the fans for Epstein!

MA: Maybe, they are cheering for the demise of Epstein.

JM: I doubt it.

[Epstein looks at Marshall and has some words with his nemesis ...
He then turns back to his former best friend and the two men meet in
the middle as referee Lou Crowe joins them.]

JM: Look at the intensity between these two.  There has been too much
said to go back to being friends now.

MA: Words can hurt ... but being paid the kind of money that Jessica
Marshall is paying Mercenary can hurt even more.

[The men don't wait for the bell, as Epstein begins firing off right
hand after right hand to the face of big Merc which sounds the bell
and backs the hired gun into the corner.]


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_  ____/__ |/ / __ |/ |/ /       The Mercenary v. Alex Epstein
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*DING*DING*DING*

JM: Things are hot and heated already and we have a FIGHT!

MA: Who needs fireworks, Jay-M?  Just put these two inside the ring.

[The fans are on their feet loving the intensity as Merc blocks a
punch and nails him with a brutal headbutt, then switches places with
his former best friend, nailing him with right hands galore, finishing
his combo with a thrust to the throat which sends Alex Epstein down
to the mat.]

JM: Epstein came out fired up, but there aren't many in this
profession who can stand toe-to-toe with the Mercenary in a slug fest.

MA: Epstein being the veteran that he is ... You would think he
would have came out a bit smarter then that.

JM: You always think you can stand with somebody until it's too late.

MA: Remember that next time you don't call me, Mr. Anderson.

JM: Sure thing ... Matt.

[The Mercenary picks his former best friend up and gives him a
snapmare, flowing into a stiff kick to the back and then a quick knee
to the chest which puts him down. The Merc glares down and then
follows it up by bouncing off the ropes and leaping into the air and
driving his knee into the face of Epstein and then drops down with
his palms extended out across Epstein's chest for the cover.]




!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




JM: NO!  Epstein fires out with a kick out.

MA: I think that pinning attempt was more about mind control then
actually picking up the win.

JM: And the Mercenary is right back to working on the veteran and
pulls him up.

[The Mercenary whips Epstein into the corner and charges after him,
nailing a huge avalanche splash. The Mercenary isn't done there he
turns and whips Epstein into the other corner and charges after him
but receives a boot to the gut.]

JM: Epstein fighting back pulls himself up onto the second rope and
goes for the Tornado DDT but the Mercenary throws him off after
spinning around and charges ... BUT HE RUNS RIGHT INTO A SPINNING HEEL
KICK!

MA: Epstein still has a little fight left in those old broken down
bones.

JM: Epstein now returning the favor and drops down with the cover.




!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




... Merc this time kicks out.

[Epstein gets up and jumps into the air, hitting Mercenary with a
legdrop and makes another cover.]




!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




JM: Merc kicks out a second time.  These two are keeping Lou Crowe
busy in the early going.

MA: Earn that paycheck Lou!

[Epstein has him back up and he is backing the Mercenary up ... He
tries to whip the hired gun off the ropes but Merc doesn't budge and
instead reverses, sending Epstein off the ropes. Epstein ducks a
clothesline and leaps into the air for a Hurricanrana as he comes back
off the ropes but the Mercenary doesn't go down. Epstein fires off
some right hands to the head of Merc but receives a massive Powerbomb
with a prawn hold pin attempt.]




!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




JM: AGAIN, Epstein fires out.  Both of these two men are going at
one another at 110 MPH.  At this rate the match may end quickly, but
somebody is going to get hurt.

MA: It was nice knowing you, Epstein.

JM: The Mercenary now with the right leg of Epstein ...

MA: Is that the leg that he broke?

JM: I'm not exactly sure what one it was, but the Mercenary has on a
tightly locked on Figure Four leg lock!

[Epstein is in some obvious pain ... but he fights it and refuses to
tap out, even begins to drag himself with the Mercenary's weight
locked in towards the ropes.]

JM: The crowd is cheering on the veteran as he slowly pulls himself
closer and closer to those ropes.

MA: Even if he makes it ... the damage has already been done.  Take
out the legs of Epstein early ... And then you can rip out the heart
later.

[The Mercenary tries to back him up ... but somehow Epstein makes it
to the ropes. Lou Crowe begins the magical countdown as Marshall as
shifted her way over where Epstein is and gives him an earful.]

JM: Marshall now berading Epstein, and Mercenary finally breaks the
submission and grabs both of Epstein's legs, throwing them up into the
air!

[... but Epstein catches Mercenary with his legs and gives him a
Hurricanrana through the middle rope to the outside. Epstein quickly
pulls himself up and waits for the hired gun to do the same on the
outside.]

MA: This doesn't look good.  Marshall is now helping the Mercenary to
her feet.

JM: The crowd is going nuts ... they know whats coming!

[Epstein bounces off the ropes and leaps through the ropes with a
dive, taking both the Mercenary and Jessica Marshall down.]



	ALEX !!!   ALEX !!!   ALEX !!!   ALEX !!!



JM: The fans are going nuts!

MA: Man ... PVW has a lot of wrestlers who like to take down ladies.

JM: Jessica Marshall was in the way.  As much as Epstein dislikes
here I can promise you he wasn't aiming for her.

MA: So do you think he is sorry?

JM: That is another matter.

[Epstein's now slowing down bounces the Mercenary's face off of the
guard rail and then by some amazing feat of strength, lifts the hired
gun of a man up onto his shoulder in fireman's carry position.]

JM: Epstein showing that his body isn't fully broken down!!! He
hovers himself and Mercenary over the guard rail and then straddles
the Mercenary onto the top of the guard rail!

MA: Now that was impressive.

[Epstein then points to the ring apron and springboards up and turns
flying with a splash ... that nails the hired gun knocking them both
into the crowd.]

JM: WOW!  EPSTEIN SHOWING FLASHES OF THE ALEX EXTREME OF OLD!

MA: I thought you said this guy suffered a broken leg!?

JM: The crazy thing is ... he DID!

[The fans are loving it ... Epstein backs up, having gotten up first
and then charges at the Mercenary but takes a back body drop over the
guard rail and back to the ringside area.]

THUD!

MA: That's .... going to slow things down a bit.

JM: You can keep on giving it to the Mercenary, but he is one tough
cookie to keep down.

MA: Tough cookie?  What the hell kind of play by play is that?

[The Mercenary grabs Epstein and rolls him back into the ring and
follows him in, and this time turns Epstein around for a Boston Crab
submission hold.]

JM: The Mercenary really working over that leg.  He is now yelling for
Epstein to quit.

MA: The Mercenary wants to win ... but it appears he wants to submit
him even more.

[Epstein refuses too and the Mercenary begins to look frustrated, he
hops off the veteran and then picks him back up to his feet and whips
him off the ropes, but Epstein reverses. The Mercenary bounces off
the ropes and ducks a high kick from Epstein, bouncing off the other
rope and nailing Epstein with a low dropkick to the knee and
Epstein buckles long enough for the hired gun to make the cover.]




!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




JM: Epstein shoots a shoulder up!

MA: And you were saying it's tough to keep the Mercenary down.

[The Mercenary signals for the end and positions Epstein up onto the
top turnbuckle.]

JM: The Mercenary going for The Enema!

MA: That just sounds ... wrong.

[Epstein fights it off, nailing his former best friend with right
hand after right hand. Epstein stands up on the top rope and leaps
off, taking the Mercenary down with a flying leg lariat.]

THUUUUUUD!


JM: THAT WAS A MATCH CHANGING COUNTER BY EPSTEIN!  Epstein is now
stepping out onto the apron.

MA: He should of made the cover right there.

[... and nails the Mercenary with a slingshot somersault legdrop and
makes the cover.]




!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




!!! THR !!!




JM: Mercenary fires out at the last second this time!

MA: Neither man wants to face themselves in the mirror if they lose
here tonight.  You can see it in their eyes.

[The Mercenary pulls himself into the corner and starts to pull
himself and Epstein charges and into a Handspring Corner Elbow!  The
Mercenary stumbles out and Epstein finishes the combo with a Tornado
DDT!]

THUUUUUUUUD!

[POP!]

JM: Epstein isn't going for the cover again.  I think he is
realizing it's going to take quite the risk to put him down.

MA: A veteran choice ... but will it pay off?

[He has returned back to the top ropes and points down to the
Mercenary and leaps into a high Superfly splash ... ]

.


.


.


THUUUUUUUUUUUD!

.

.

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[BOOOO!]

JM: LEAP OF FAITH ... AND NOBODY HOME!

MA: Mercenary telegraphed that all too well.

JM: And now the Mercenary is pulling himself up and he doesn't look
happy.  He pulls Epstein to his feet ...

TWAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!

[ROARING DISRESPECT HEEL HEAT!]

MA: Aaah yeaaah the mighty bitch slap!

JM: Pure disrespect by the Mercenary.  Epstein still on his feet and
not for long as the Mercenary sets him up for a vertical suplex ...
Holds him high in the air and falls ...

THUUUUUUD!

[The Mercenary is now the one headed to the top ropes.  He leaps into
his cannonball splash and connects making another cover.]




!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




!!! THR !!!




JM: NO!  Epstein shoots a shoulder up and breaks the count.   The
Mercenary right back up giving Epstein no time to rest and begins
kicking and working on that leg.

MA: He has zoomed in on that leg and he goes right back to work.

[The Mercenary pulls Epstein forward and drops him down with a
neckbeaker.  He then places one foot over the chest of his former best
friend for the cover.]




!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




JM: Easy kick out there for Epstein.  The Mercenary hits the ropes
and drops a big elbow across his former best friend and another cover.



!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




... Kick out.  Epstein is refusing to go down.  Mercenary with a few
kicks and pulls Epstein up again.

MA: The Mercenary with a big headbutt.  You can see that he really
wants to put his former friend down.  Remind me never to become
friends with this guy, Jay-M.

[He pulls Epstein forward and sets him up for an old school
piledriver and drops down.]

THUUUUUD!

JM: This could be over!




!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




!!! THREE !!!




[ROARING KICK OUT POP!]


... NO!  EPSTEIN JUST GOT A SHOULDER UP AT THE LAST SECOND AND JESSICA
MARSHALL CAN'T BELIEVE IT.

MA: Heck, I can't believe it.

JM: The fans are rallying behind the veteran ... but it may be a
little too late.

MA: Merc is calling for the payoff.

JM: If he hits this it's all but over.

[Mercenary begins to set the veteran up for the payoff, but Epstein
slips out behind!]

MA: That SOB must have nine lives!

THUUUUUUUUUUD!

JM: DDT!

[Epstein shakes the cobwebs off and runs and springboards off the
ropes into an Asai Moonsault and lands right across the chest of the
hired gun.]

THUD!

[POP!]

JM: EPSTEIN WITH THE COVER!




!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




!!! THR !!!




MA: This time Mercenary is the one with the shocking kick out.

JM: This is a back and forth old school wrestling match.  There isn't
any titles ... or any prize on the line.  Just two men's pride.

[Epstein now pulls the Mercenary up and locks on a dragon sleeper
and drops down in an inverted DDT.]

THUUUUUD!

JM: Exciting Death Drop ... And Epstein isn't making the cover.  No,
he wants to finish this the Alex Epstein way!

MA: And what way is that?

JM: Up top!

[The fans are roaring as Epstein is rushing up the ropes.  He sets
up for the The Extreme Moonsault ...]

JM: If he hits this it's all but over!

MA: Even with the Mercenary?

JM: Even with the Mercenary!  EPSTEIN LEAPS!

.


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.


.


THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD!


.


.


.


.


[GROOOOOANS!]


JM: AND LANDS RIGHT ACROSS THE MERCENARY'S KNEES!

MA: The price you pay for wrestling an opponent who knows you this
damn well, Jay-M.

JM: That has taken ALL the wind out of Epstein, but he pushes
himself
up ... MERC SPEARS HIM!

THUD!

[The spear flattened the former Extreme ... And wrestling's most
famous hired gun pushes himself back on his feet and grabs a hold of
that leg and locks on a _second_ figure four leg lock.]

[BOOOOO!]

JM: Another figure four leg lock and look at Epstein scream!

MA: The Mercenary has been setting things up for this moment ... both
men are trapped in the center of the ring.  There will be _no_ making
it to the ropes this time.

JM: The Mercenary has Epstein trapped in the center of the ring.  He
is yelling for him to quit again and Jessica Marshall is joining in.

[DON'T QUIT ALEX CHANT!]

[Mercenary holds it on strongly ... but Epstein trapped in the
center of the ring finds another way out ... maybe, he begins to
_turn_ the figure four leg lock.  The fans roar trying to encourage
and assist the veteran ... and --]

JM: EPSTEIN HAS TURNED IT!

[HELLLLLL YEAH POP!]

MA: Jesus ... this match continues to impress.

[Mercenary is now in trouble but drops the hold and both men lay there
in pain.]

JM: That has taken out almost as much from the Mercenary as it did
Epstein.

MA: Almost .. but apparently not fully.

[Both men find their way to their feet.  Epstein goes to lock up,
but a classic Stooge eye-gouge by the Mercenary slows things up
blinding the veteran.]

JM: Come on!

MA: Look at Jessica Marshall!

[Marshall slides in the Haliburton and tells the Mercenary to finish
him.]

JM: Lou Crowe is shaking his head no, but apparently the plan all
along was to finish Epstein career and not win the match.

MA: Best friends eh?

JM: The Mercenary is setting up for the Pay Off _ON_ the Hailburton
...

[POP!]

[Epstein slides out ... Both men turn around again, and Mercenary
kicks Epstein in the nads.]

[HUGE MEGA HEEL HEAT!]

JM: Lou Crowe is warning him again ... You can tell he is coming very
close to disqualifying the Mercenary.

MA: A very tolerant referee.

JM: Tonight the odds are higher ... You can tell he wants to allow a
clean finish.

MA: The Mercenary RAMS Epstein shoulder first in the turnbuckles.
I'm not sure you'll get that _clean_ finish.

[Epstein drops to his knees and the Mercenary grabs his legs and
turns him around and sets him up... He then slides out and walks over
and grabs a hold of both legs and yanks slamming him crotch first into
the turnbuckles.]

[EGADS POP!]

MA: That is going to make things a bit more uncomfortable.

JM: The Mercenary now begins slamming his leg sideways against that
steel tunbuckle!

CRACK!

CRACK!

CRACK!

CRACK!

CRACK!

[Lou Crowe leans over warning the Mercenary again ... and the
Mercenary swings his legs up and locks on a figure four leg lock
_again_ this time around the turnbuckles.]

JM: The Mercenary with his third figure four leg lock of the night and
this time it's locked in around the turnbuckles ... Epstein is
screaming in pain.

MA: Lou Crowe is ... counting.


_Two_

_Three_

_Four_

[Epstein waves his arms refusing to quit, and the Mercenary
continues to hang ripping apart at those legs.]

_Five_

_Six_

_Seven_

JM: Epstein is refusing to submit ... and the Mercenary is refusing
to let go!

MA: Well, he has apparently three seconds to figure it out.

_eight_

_nine_

_ten_

[ROARING BOO'S AS MERC CONTINUES TO REFUSE TO LET GO!]

JM: That's ten?  Lou Crowe is calling for the bell.

*DING*DING*DING*

MA: Well apparently, Epstein has won the match ... but I can promise
you that the Mercenary accomplished what he set out to do.

HD: The winner by countout ... "The Extreme" Alexander Epstein

[POP!]

JM: Epstein is the official winner, but the Mercenary won't let go
and is totally ignoring the referee.

*DING*DING*DING*

MA: Finally, Mercenary drops off.

JM: And Epstein is in some serious pain holding that leg and unable
to move.

[However, the Mercenary is far from done.. he storms around and grabs
a hold of a camera cord and begins to tie the ankles of Epstein
together around that turnbuckle keeping him there and his leg
exposed.]

JM: This isn't good at all!

[MAJOR HEEL HEAT!]

... The Mercenary just shoved Lou Crowe aside.  He is now handed that
Hailburton by Jessica Marshall.

MA: She was waiting all match for that ... look at the smile in her
face.

JM: Don't do it ... He was your best friend!

MA: She must be paying him well to do this.

[The Mercenary drops the hailburton down to the side and looks at
Jessica Marshall and shakes his head no.]

JM: Oh thank god ...

[Then turns and swings ...]

TWACK!

[GOOD GAWD HEEL HEAT!]

TWACK!

JM: THIS IS DISQUSTING!

TWACK!

MA: Listen to Jessica Marshall cackle.

TWACK!

JM: I ... I can't over the screams of Epstein.

TWACK!

TWACK!

TWACK!

MA: You would think he would get a little wore down swinging that.

TWACK!

TWACK!

[Finally, the screams die down and so does the shots to that leg.
Security, officials, and EMT's have made their way down and the
Mercenary backs awy from his former best friend.]

JM: That .. that was just sickening to watch.

MA: You said that the Epstein knew the Mercenary better then anyone
else?

JM: I did.

MA: Then he should have expected this.

JM: The sad part is... I bet he did.  He came out here anyways.  It's
just the kind of man that Epstein is.

[The fans have been stunned silence as the Mercenary and Jessica
Marshall back away.  Officals untie his ankles and EMT's start pulling
him away from the corner.]

JM: That quite possibly reinjured his leg ...

MA: Maybe even rebroke it.

JM: EMT's are now looking over the veteran ... We can only hope that
there is no long term damage and that Epstein can return quickly and
get revenge.

MA: A little bit of advice ... run ... run really fast.

JM: Well, you know the drill.  We don't roll the cameras while the
EMT's are inside the ring ... So before we get to our Pre-Show Main
Event with Uncle Frank defending the TV Title against Marcus Manson,
I'm told Sir Tyler Holbridge is in the backstage area with a surprise
guest. Sir Tyler?

MA:  Oh god, who is it now?  And where did Dean go?

JM: I was informed that Dean was taking it easy still recovering from
the beating at the hands of Spectre ... and I can relate.

[The scene shifts to the PVW backstage area, where we see the regal
Sir Tyler standing by with the PVW mic at hand. He smiles, holding up
the mic to his face.]

STH:  Thank you, Chip. Tonight, fans, we have a huge surprise for you.
Allow me to introduce to you a personal friend of mine. He is a long-
time wrestling veteran, and the newest superstar fan favorite signed
to the Phoenix Valley Wrestling roster, "the Missouri Tiger" Matt
Tiegs!

[The crowd erupts at the familiar long-time fan favorite, who comes
from the side of the picture, dressed in a Missouri Tigers black/gold
polo shirt and black khakis. He stands there smiling, as Sir Tyler
shakes his hand.]

MT:  Sir Tyler, it's been quite awhile.

STH:  That is has, chap. How are you doing, mate?

MT:  Tip top, mate, but you know how it goes. My football team took a
huge step back this season. The wrestling university is having one of
its best classes it's had in the past decade. The wife and I are
getting more exercise chasing two kids than we ever did playing
college sports. And oh yeah, I'm here now!

[Crowd pops]

STH:  What brings you to Phoenix Valley?

MT:  Well, let's see, Sir Tyler. A few months back, two guys I was on
the road with a decade ago gave me a call, seeing how I was doing and
what I was up to. Then, that "infamous" tag team pointed me here. So,
I got the huge satellite dish and started DVR'ing the shows here.
Being a student of the game, it's always good to keep an eye on
different wrestlers, different styles, and different promotions. Plus,
given who these two guys are who called me, I trust 'em, and well, I
enjoyed what I watched here up to a point.

[Tiegs goes from a bit of his happy go lucky fan-favorite-self to "all
business" mode.]

MT:  That point began and ended with a simple word. HOPE.

[Tiegs removes a piece of paper from his left khaki pocket.]

MT:  The Merriam-Webster dictionary defines the noun, "hope," as:
archaic : trust, reliance

a : desire accompanied by expectation of or belief in fulfillment
; also : expectation of fulfillment or
success  b : someone or something on which hopes
are centered  c : something hoped for

MT:  It just sickens me that such a positive word as hope is
affiliated with a group of people who wouldn't completely understand
the true meaning of the word. Gibson Hayes, I've watched you
consistently keep that World Title of yours by hook, crook, and every
other trick in the so-called book. It makes me completely ill that
someone like you represents a promotion that is as first-class and
well-run as PVW is here. In the long run, you're looking at what the
fan's true hope is...a first-class, first-rate, TRUE champion. Hayes,
you continue to prove to be what you are an opportunistic coward who
will do anything to keep what he can't earn.

[Crowd pops, as Tiegs pauses and smiles...]

MT:  And part of HOPE is another reason that brought me here. Isn't
that right, Uncle Frank? A few years back, there was this wonderful
place to work and wrestle called Old School Wrestling.

[Recognition pop.]

MT:  (smiles) So nice to hear people remember. Back then, I was the
locker room leader and usual fan-favorite self, but there was Uncle
Frank. Uncle Frank, the man who had to take up-and-coming youngsters
and do his darnest to hurt them to where they can't be who they were
before wrestling you. Frank, just how many wrestlers did you hurt that
I helped out? And to continue the history lesson, just when the OSW
hierarchy scheduled a match between us, the promotion closed. Since
then, Uncle Frank, I've thought a lot about how a match between the
two of us would be. A technical classic? Perhaps, but given who you
associate with now....I highly doubt that.

[Suddenly, a loud crash comes from nearby. The camera pans over to see
a visibly agitated PVW Television Champion, "Uncle" Frank Knight.  His
mouth may have the usual creepy smile, but his eyes are staring
daggers at Tiegs.  The champion is almost shaking with suppressed
rage. Behind him we find the always-questionably-attired Todd
Johnstone, apparently making certain his investment sticks to the plan
and doesn't run off according to his own insane whims.]

FK:  Matthew!  Matty!  Tiegster!

[The forced cheer in Frank's face can't even begin to disguise the
hostility he holds towards Tiegs.]

FK:  What are you doing here?  You shouldn't be here, Mattaroonie.
No, you shouldn't.  You're retired.  You're running a school.
Shouldn't be here at all.  Not like in Portland.  Should not be here.

[The rambling trails off as Frank seems to forget about Tiegs standing
rigth there for a moment, then he snaps right back to reality with a
snarl!]

FK:  This is UNCLE FRANK'S TIME!  This is Uncle Frank's spot!  Sir
Tyler Holbridge should be speaking to Uncle Frank as the inevitable
winner of the pre-show main event!  You're stealing from Uncle Frank,
Matt.  You're stealing from Uncle Frank and that's not nice!  It's
Uncle Frank's time!  Todd Johnstone said so!

MT:  It's nice to see you too, Uncle Frank. It's been a few years, and
before you get yourself riled into frothing at the mouth, yes, I'm
here, signed, and will be seeing you in that ring sooner or later.

[Pause and suddenly a switch seems to be flicked in Frank's mind as
his agitated state evaporates like dew in the sun. Instead that
calculating, creepy grin is there in full force.]

FK:  Oooooh.  Uncle Frank understands now.  You are here for Uncle
Frank to have fun with.  Well, that's just very, very nice of the PVW
indeed.  Signing such an old friend of Uncle Frank's who Uncle Frank
never got to have proper fun with in the past.  Isn't that nice?  Of
course it is.

[He turns to leave for the ring, commenting over his shoulder.]

FK:  Uncle Frank would love to stay and chat, but it would be rude to
keep Marcus waiting.  It's not nice to be rude, you know.

MT:  You know, normally this is where I'd say, "Good Luck, Frank,
you'll need it." However, seeing who you're wrestling tonight...I
don't
think even saying that will help you tonight, Frank.

[Frank starts to walk to the entrance ramp, but stops.]

FK:  Uncle Frank is ever so glad you are here, Matt. Ever so glad. He
missed you. He missed all your little friends from Portland and the
way they enjoyed visiting Uncle Frank's Funhouse, screaming with
excitement and joy. You'll enjoy it too, Uncle Frank knows. Just like
Marcus will enjoy it.

TJ:  Now, if you knuckledragging wastes of skin willl excuse the TV
Champ, HOPE has to truly kick this show off...

[As Johnstone leaves the picture, Tiegs suddenly grabs the turning
Frank's arm. Frank turns and is cold blue eye to Tiegs' dark brown
stare]

MT:  You know what I actually respected about you back in OSW?

[Tiegs and Knight have a staredown, as you can tell Knight is pissed,
but Tiegs is showing the same amount of intensity.]

MT:  You weren't hanging off of Gibson Hayes' jock, you weren't being
bossed around by this slease, and you certainly did things the way YOU
wanted to. You didn't do things under some fake HOPE guise. So who are
YOU, Frank? Which Frank am I going to see? The one that's on Gibson
Hayes' and Todd Johnstone's leash, like Paris Hilton's chiahuahua? Or
the one that I actually WANT to get into that wrestling ring with and
fight?

[Tiegs releases his grip on Frank's arm.]

MT:  Food for thought, Frank. Think long and hard about what I have to
say, and look at yourself in the mirror, Frank. You'll see what I'm
referring to.

[Frank looks towards the way Johnstone departed, a strange and almost
predatory smile on his face before briefly turning to Tiegs, flashing
him the same nasty, hungry look before turning away to head to the
ring ...]

FK:  You think you have Uncle Frank figured out, Matthew.  Uncle Frank
knows this.  Uncle Frank knows Mr. Gibson Hayes and Mr. Todd Johnstone
and Mr. Livestock and Mr. Gutch and Mr. Manson and eeeeeeeeeveryone
think they have Uncle Frank figured out.

[He stops, turns his head to look back at Tiegs again, a genuinely
amused chuckle escaping his throat.]

FK:  You do not have Uncle Frank figured out.  They do not.  Even
Uncle Frank does not have Uncle Frank figured out.

[Pause.]

FK:  That's what makes it all so much fun.  You never know what's
going to happen when you turn the corner.

[And he walks off.]

JM: Holy crap!  I know a lot of the young fans out there isn't quite
familiar with, The Missouri Tiger ... but in his day he was one of the
hot up and coming wrestlers!

MA: And then like most up and coming "stars" he became a memory in the
wind ... while good ol Uncle Frank continued his career and now holds
some PVW gold.  Who invited him here anyways?

JM: Tiegs makes a great addition to any roster ... and he would
instantly become a hot name in the PVW and a force for HOPE to recon
with!

MA: HOPE has bigger fish to fry.

JM: Tonight, we will find out if HOPE can hang on to their titles ...
Todd Johnstone is an American Title away from having every PVW title
in the company ... You can bet he is trying to figure out a way to
accomplish that.

[It's getting to be that time.  The crowd is looking at their watches.
Fans are double checking the batteries on their phone cameras.  And
the last few seats are being filled by patrons who took their sweet
time getting here, just now settling in to fill the Cow Palace to
capacity. As Jay O'Riley stands beside him, Herk Douglas raises the
mic to his lips]

HD: Ladies and gentleman, the following contest is scheduled for one
fall...and is for the Phoenix Valley Wrestling...Television Title!

[A good sized reaction from the PVW faithful...as the lights slowly
drop
down to absolutely nothing.  Only the aisle lighting provides
illumination, soft white lights leading from the backstage curtain
down to the ring]

HD: Introducing first...the challenger!

[The doleful sound of "Rooster" by Alice In Chains begins to play
throughout the Cow Palace.  Pale blue spotlights illuminate the aisle
from underneath, playing off of a thin mist rising from the floor...
creating an ethereal-looking effect as the powerful frame of the
challenger slowly walks through the curtain.]

HD: From Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania!  Weighing in at 295
pounds...MARCUS...MANSON!

[Backlighting Manson's entry is the big screen, which shows only the
words "CAN YOU HANDLE THE MISERY?" in bright pale blue lettering...
along with the aisle lighting, this is the only source of light in the
arena]

JM: During the lead up to Boiling Point, taking place in a few short
minutes, Manson said we were going to start seeing a Misery Machine
who was more like the old Misery Machine, and it looks like part of
that means going back to the entrance music he used for over a decade.

MA: I know some of the guys in the back feel like their entrance isn't
just cool music and flashy special effects.  It's a ritual, something
that gets them prepared to face their competition.  It's not as
insignificant a choice as it may seem to some. Manson is ready to go
to war here tonight to take the Television Title away from the
champion!

JM: Manson wants that title, Matthew, no doubt about it.  He made his
thoughts VERY clear on Showcase this week by threatening to drag the
champion kicking and screaming into the real world.

[Manson takes his sweet time walking down the aisle, his brow furrowed
in a look of concentration; a look made more ominous by the scar
running from above his right eye all the way to his chin.

Marcus is wearing a decades old beaten leather trench coat over his
full-length black tights, red kneepads and elbowpads, and black
striking gloves and boots.  He doesn't pay attention to the crowd at
all, his entire focus on the ring.   With deliberate steps, Manson
gives the crowd a scowl before stepping over the top rope
into the ring.

The lights come back up...but the atmosphere still holds a bit of an
edge as a happy, go lucky voice reminding some people of a big, plush,
huggable purple dinosaur and others of a pulsating Eldritch horror
comes from the PA system]

PA: "Hey San Francisco!  Do you know what time it is?"

[A chorus of bright, shiny, Children-of-the-Corn-esque kids gives the
response] ACOBSCOTCEK:  IT'S UNCLE FRANK'S FAMILY FUN TIME!

[This disturbingly cheerful announcement from the PA system is
followed by an unpleasant chuckle, the kind that you hear right before
the guy at the bar punches your buddy's face in.  And from there, it
segues immediately into the familiar voice of Roger Daltry]

# No one knows what it's like #
# To be the bad man #
# To be the sad man #
# Behind blue eyes... #

[Douglas is reading off of cue cards at this point, but not rolling
his eyes.  He doesn't want to tick off thr champion, after all.  One
eye goes to Manson, however. The challenger has finished warming up in
the corner, and now stands, hands loose at his sides, waiting for his
opponent and whatever he has planned]

HD: Making his way to the ring!  From Chicago, Illinois, and weighing
tonight in at a cheerful 250 lbs...he is your friend AND mine!  The
happiest man in all of wrestling!  This is the man known to children
and adults around the world as...UNCLE FRANK!

[A solidly muscular caucasian man steps out from behind the curtains,
his medium length dirty-blonde hair messy and unkempt and several days
of stubble on his face. He stops, looks around at the fans and then,
as if realizing where he is and what he's about to do, a wide,
disturbing grin slowly spreads across his face.  Around his waist, the
PVW Television Title gleams, polished to a high, blinding shine.
The fans around him...some cheer him.  Some boo him.  All of them get
the wide smile from Frank, and it makes them cringe a little bit,
backing off their cheers and jeers.]

MA: At Uncle Frank's side, Todd Johnstone has to be feeling a bit of
apprehension. HOPE has a big night lined up for Boiling Point, and
this opening match is going to set the tone.  If Uncle Frank's going
to walk out of here and keep the TV title in the grasp of HOPE,
Johnstone has to walk a very fine line.  Uncle Frank could, at a
moment's notice, turn on Johnstone and beat him senseless.  It's
Johnstone's job to direct that manic anger towards Marcus Manson.

[Stalking down towards the ring, that psychotic grin never wavers from
Frank's face as he looks from side to side at the fans easing back
from the ringside barrier. Sliding into the ring under the bottom rope
he then takes a seat on the second turnbuckle in his corner, still
grinning from ear to ear and staring unblinkingly right ahead with a
manic look in his eyes.  He seems to pay no attention to Marcus
Manson, who's got his eyes locked on the Television champion.]

JM: Todd Johnstone's taking up position at ringside...do you think
he'll
be a factor in this title matchup, Matthew?

MA: Not to the extent we might imagine.   Any man worth his weight in
brains wouldn't want to mess with Marcus Manson.

[The ring announcer has made his way to the timekeeper's table,
leaving Jay O'Riley with the two huge men.  O'Riley goes over to Uncle
Frank, and motions for him to hand the TV title over.  Frank flashes a
thousand-volt grin in the direction of the referee as he gently, with
reverence, removes the belt from around his waist.  He hands it over
to O'Riley...and as the referee turns away, O'Riley suddenly stumbles
forward, thanks to the big, friendly, ham-handed slap on the back
given to him by Frank!]

MA: Hah!  Jay didn't see that one coming.

[Wincing slightly, O'Riley holds the Television belt towards Manson.
His eyes flick to it, and the challenger gives a small nod as he
acknowledges the prize.]

JM: I have to say, Todd Johnstone's suit this evening is...bearable.
Almost tasteful black pinstripes with some nice matching shoes.

MA: He told me backstage, because this evening is such a huge
opportunity for HOPE to really put a stranglehold on PVW, he splurged
and bought himself a new suit from Wegman's.

JM: I...Wegman's?

MA: I'm telling you, Josh, that place has EVERYTHING.

[O'Riley holds up the title belt, getting a solid reaction from the
Cow Palace, as, in his corner, Todd Johnstone is shouting some last
minute encouragement to Uncle Frank, who's looking at his manager and
nodding in reply, still with that slasher smile on his face.]

___________    ____       ________________________________________
___  __ \_ |  / /_ |     / /
__  /_/ /_ | / /__ | /| / /      PVW TV Championship Match:
_  ____/__ |/ / __ |/ |/ / Marcus Manson v. Uncle Frank [c]
/_/     _____/  ____/|____________________________________________



*DING*DING*DING*


JM: There's the bell...AND HERE COMES MARCUS MANSON!

[Even as the sound of the bell fades into the din of the Cow Palace,
Marcus Manson charges across the ring, and catches the champion off
guard as he slams a forearm into the skull of Uncle Frank!]

JM: Marcus Manson with Uncle Frank in the corner, and is laying those
forearms shots right across the champions face!

[O'Riley gives the five count...and Manson breaks at four.  Only to
charge right back in again!]

JM: More shots to the head by the challenger...and again, he breaks at
four.  And right back in...FRANK CATCHES HIM!  Now it's Manson's turn
in
the corner, and Frank lays into him with forearm shots of his own!

[Riley with the five count...and when Frank keeps hitting Manson,
O'Riley forces himself between the two big men to break it up!]

MA: That is one brave referee.

JM: That exchange has brought the crowd to their feet, as now both men
size each other up!

[Manson rubs at his jaw for a second, staring at Uncle Frank.  The
champion's grin has never left his face, never wavered once, as he
waits for Manson to advance out of the corner.]

JM: Here we go, first lock-up of the match!

[Manson and Frank push and shove against each other for a few moments,
with Manson coming out on top!  As a result, the Television Champion
finds himself caught in a side headlock!  Manson slowly grinds the
headlock in, applying pressure to Frank's head for a few seconds,
before Frank backs into the ropes...and shoves Manson forward
to the opposite ropes...]

JM: Manson holds on to the headlock!  Uncle Frank tried to push Manson
off of him, but the superior strength of Manson lets him keep the hold
applied!

[Frank's hands slap at Manson's arm for a few seconds, before he backs
his way to the ropes...and tries to push Manson away again!]

JM: Manson keeps the headlock on!  Look at him, just applying pressure
to the skull of Uncle Frank.  And it looks like Frank's going to the
ropes one more time...whoa! Single leg takedown from the headlock
position, using the ropes for added momentum!

MA: Impressive maneuver from a difficult position to send Manson to
the mat, and that breaks the headlock.  And now Uncle Frank with a
hold of his own, with a sitting armbar!

JM: And look how he's holding the right shoulder of Marcus Manson with
one hand, and pulling on his arm with the other!

[It's not an armbar, so much as trying to pull Manson's arm out of the
socket. Frank leans back, one hand squeezing the shoulder of Marcus
Manson, driving the tips of his fingers into the vital pressure points
where the shoulder meets the neck.]

JM: Jay O'Riley right there, making sure it's not a choke.  Manson's
back up to one knee now, Frank right there right him...both men back
to
their feet, and Manson gets Frank to the ropes for the break!  And
now, Irish Whip by Manson sends Frank across the ring...OH MY!



MA: Air Frank right there as Marcus Manson with a BIG back body drop,
sending him crashing to the mat!  And Manson turns right around...knee
drop right to the skull of Uncle Frank!

[Frank sits up, holding his forehead, the grin across his face
tempered somewhat as he tries to catch the breath knocked out of his
lungs.  Manson, however, takes a step back, lining up his shot...]

JM: Manson with a BIG boot right to the back of the Television
champion's head! And now Manson drops to one knee, and grabs Frank's
face with his hands.

[Manson yanks backwards, pushing the back of Frank's head into his
knee.  The look on Manson's face is one of determination as he drives
the soft part of the skull, where the spine meets the brain]

JM: It appears that Marcus Manson is taking an unusual tactic,
focusing on the head of the Television champion.

MA: Maybe it'll knock some sense INTO our Television Champion.

JM: You can't give us a former wrestler's opinion, Matthew?

MA: Well, it is what they pay me for...while Uncle Frank is a bit
touched in the head, by focusing on the head, you'll make your
opponent woozy, maybe even give him a concussion.  If that happens,
one good Heart Punch would probably cause a nervous system overload,
with a slowed brain and stopped heart.  Instant unconsciousness,
easy pin.

JM: An astute point...but this match has a long way to go, as Uncle
Frank tries to slide out of the unique hold that Marcus Manson has on
him!

[Frank's teeth shine under the ring lights, his grin just a little
worse for wear, as he slowly starts to slide his head off of Manson's
knee!  Manson tries to redouble the hold, but to the applause of a
good bit of the Cow Palace crowd, Frank manages to slip off, landing
flush on the mat!]

JM: Manson tries to get control of Frank before he can slip
away...Frank
with a right hand that catches Manson off guard!  And another one
sends Manson back to the ropes...Irish Whip by the
champion...kneebreaker
on the rebound!

[Even as Manson bounces on one foot off of the mat, Uncle Frank roars
forward, a massive, laughing lariat taking Manson off of his feet and
to the canvas!]

JM: The challenger is down, and Frank with a cover!



ONE!



TWO!


And Marcus Manson kicks out of the first pinfall attempt of the match
at two-and-a-half!

[Uncle Frank wastes no time in picking Manson back up.  Before Manson
can fully react, Frank is right behind him, putting his bigger
opponent's right arm into a hammerlock...and, grunting slightly
underneath his dazzling smile, lifts Manson up, before slamming him
down to the mat, trapping Manson's elbow between his own body
weight and the ring!]

MA: Smart move on the part of Uncle Frank.  If Marcus Manson can't use
his arm at 100%, that's going to hinder a good portion of his high
impact offense!

JM: And Frank isn't wasting any time, stomping away on the right
shoulder of Manson!

[Each stomp is carefully measured, landing for maximum effect on the
vulnerable joint.  Manson manages to crawl away, grabbing the ropes to
get to his feet.  Uncle Frank quickly closes in...]

JM: Marcus Manson with an elbow to the stomach!  Frank's
staggered...HOT
SHOT!

MA: Manson just PICKS the champion up and drops him throat first
across the top rope!  What power!

[Frank stumbles backwards, the smile wavering for just a second as
Johnstone yells for him to watch ou, but to no avail as the challenger
slams into the champ with a flying shoulderblock!]

JM: Frank is down, cover by Manson!



ONE!



TWO!


Frank makes his first kickout of the encounter!

[Manson gives Frank no time to rest, hopping back up to his
feet...before falling back down, driving his knuckles into the
forehead
of Uncle Frank!  Frank sits up, holding his head, but a kick to the
sternum puts Frank back down on the mat, a perfect place for the
Television champion to become the victim of another fistdrop!]

JM: Manson isn't giving Frank ANY time to recover!

[Manson pulls Frank to his feet with one arm, motioning for referee
Jay O'Riley to get out of the way with the other, as Manson drags
Frank to the nearby corner!]

MA: Manson slams Frank face first into the turnbuckle!

[Manson keeps hold of the back of Frank's head, and proceeds to slam
it into the turnbuckle over and over again!  The fans begin to chant
along...but as they hit "six," Manson looks up from where he's beating
the hell out of Uncle Frank, giving the fans a sneer before throwing
Frank back into the middle of the ring!]

JM: Manson not giving the crowd what they want here.

MA: Hey, Manson's said he's here for the Television title and nothing
else, especially trying to please the PVW Universe.

JM: Ahem.

MA: What...oh, sorry.  The PVW fans.  My fault, folks, when you hear
it
often enough...

[Frank is composing himself in the middle of the ring, shaking his
head to either clear out the cobwebs or give the voices in his head a
free ride on the roller coaster.  Manson leans forward in the corner,
waiting for the perfect opportunity to charge forward and strike...]

JM: Manson explodes from the corner, and catches the champion with a
running kneelift right to the abdominal area!  Frank is doubled over
as Manson grabs him...GUTWRENCH POWERBOMB!  Manson damn near deadlifts
Frank into the air before slamming him back down to the mat!  Cover!



ONE!



TWO!


T...Uncle Frank gets the shoulder up!

[Manson shoots O'Riley a dirty look as he pulls Uncle Frank back to
his feet.  One arm over his shoulders is the setup, before Manson
hoists Frank into the air...

...and holds him...

...and holds him...

...and holds him...]

JM: That's a whole lot of blood rushing to the champion's
head...Manson
falls backwards...and now forwards!  SLINGSHOT SUPLEX OFF THE ROPES!
One of Manson's signature moves with some extra power behind it that
time!  And Manson with the quick cover!  Hooks the leg!



ONE!



TWO!


TH...Frank shoots the shoulder up!

MA: Manson does NOT look pleased at that count by O'Riley.  But he's
not letting it distract him, giving Frank absolutely no time to
recover as he sends Frank to the ropes...

[On the rebound, Manson catches the champion, and proceeds to simply
TOSS him into the air!  The crowd holds their breath as Manson catches
Frank on the descent...and shakes the ring as he DRIVES Frank down to
the mat, back first!]

MA: FLAPJACK SPINEBUSTER BY MANSON!  And we got a cover!



ONE!



TWO!



THR...And a kick-out by Uncle Frank!

JM: I swear, Matthew, the ring moved three inches from that impact!

[Manson now says a few choice words to Jay O'Riley, who's holding up
two fingers to show the near-pinfall to the timekeeper.  Even as he's
letting his frustrations out, however, Manson is pulling Frank back to
his feet]

JM: Marcus Manson is not giving Uncle Frank a second to grab his
breath.  Very methodically, he's keeping Frank on the defensive.  And
now, Manson with a kick to the stomach to double Frank over...Manson
steps forward!  Powerbomb!

MA: No, wait a minute!  Manson's holding Uncle Frank at the apex of
the powerbomb...and he falls backwards!  SLINGSHOT...



MA: ...POWERBOMB!  That's it, that has to be it!  Uncle Frank's skull
bounced off of the mat like a ripe cantaloupe!  Cover by Manson, and
he's got that leg hooked in tight!



ONE!



TWO!



THRE...FRANK GETS THE SHOULDER UP!


[Manson's had enough.  He slaps the mat in anger, hopping to his feet
and shoving three fingers in the face of Jay O'Riley.  O'Riley calmly
shows two back, wisely not angering the big man, which only seems to
anger Manson even more!]

JM: Manson is not pleased at this turn of events!  He's dominated this
match for the past few minutes, but Uncle Frank just won't...

MA: Look out!

[Manson feels a hand on his shoulder, and his eyes widen in surprise
right before Uncle Frank spins him around the kicks him in the
stomach!]

JM: DDT BY THE CHAMPION!  And Frank falls on top of him!



ONE!




TWO!




THR...Manson just SHOVES Frank off of him!  But the damage has been
done, Manson's on the mat, holding his head!

MA: Frank's down too, Josh!

JM: Yeah...and look at that sick grin on the champion's face!  He's
probably finding this fun!

MA: Even after all the abuse Frank has taken in this matchup, he's
still got that smile on his face!  I know pain is something he enjoys,
but how Frank's keeping that grin up after all those moves he's
endured is JUST a little bit creepy.

JM: But those moves ARE taking their toll on the champion.

MA: Oh, no doubt.  I don't care who you are, being hit with those high
impact moves is something you might be able to shrug off mentally and
psychologically, but NOT physically.  Manson's gotten several near
falls in the past few moments.  One more devastating move might be
enough that we'll crown a new PVW champion before we even kick off
Boiling Point!

JM: It definitely explains why Frank isn't following up immediately on
that near-fall.  It appears that he's catching his breath after that
rolling barrage of offensive from Marcus Manson!

[Sucking air through his smile, looking like he enjoying every single
moment of pain, Frank gets to his feet, a little wobbly as he takes a
step towards the prone Manson.  With a grunt, Frank pulls Manson to
his feet...and scoops him up...]

JM: Shoulderbreaker by Uncle Frank!  And...INTO A SIDEWALK SLAM!  He
kept his grip on Manson and drops him like a bad habit!  How he
managed to pick a nearly 300 pound man like Marcus Manson up so easily
is beyond me!

MA: Yeah, but Frank's stumbling a bit.  He's definitely beginning to
show the effects of the repeated blows to the skull!  For the record,
I'm referring to the ones specifically applied by Marcus Manson, not
the ones Frank's taken his entire life!

[From the outside, Johnstone is pointing towards Manson, trying to get
Frank to cover the big man.  After a second, Frank does so, falling on
top of him and reaching to hook the leg!]



JM: ONE!



TWO!



THR...shoulder up at two-and-a-half!


[Where Manson would have been frustrated by the count, Frank gets back
to his feet, and shrugs, as if saying to the audience "what can you
do?"  Manson is soon back up, thanks to Frank pulling him to a
standing position.  Manson remains standing, though, as Frank sets up
and Irish Whips him into the corner!]

JM: Frank follows Manson into the corner...KNEELIFT!  Manson was
doubled
over and Frank took advantage, driving his knee square into the nose
of Manson!

[Frank steps back for a moment, taking in the situation, before
grabbing a slumped Manson, spinning him around, and driving his
forehead into the turnbuckle!]


Crowd: ONE!

[Pause.

Frank, still holding Manson by the back of his head, looks up at the
Cow Palace faithful.  The smile on his face shows just a bit of
confusion as he studies the cheering crowd...and then, with a bit of
hesitancy, slams Manson's face into the turnbuckle again!]


Crowd: TWO!

[Still smiling, Manson meets the turnbuckle again...]


Crowd: THREE!

[Almost giddy with chuckles, Frank proceeds to let the crowd count
along with him as he keeps applying Manson's face to the turnbuckle
with excessive force, the cheerful, creepy laughter building with each
impact!]


CROWD: FOUR!  FIVE!  SIX!  SEVEN!  EIGHT!  NINE!

[...Manson with a thumb to the eye of Uncle Frank, taking advantage by
coming out of the corner and SLAMMING the head of a defenseless Frank
into the turnbuckle!]


MM: TEN!

JM: Manson finishing off the count, and now he and the Television
champion switch places!

[O'Riley calls for the corner break, but with Frank backed into
turnbuckles, Manson mixes things up with a kick to the gut. This
causes everyone's favorite Uncle to stumble out of the corner doubled
over, holding his abdominal region.  Coming up from behind, Manson
promptly locks on a standing waistlock.]

MA:  Heads up! I think we're about to see a Misery Bomb!

[Manson lifts Frank up into a powerbomb!  Much like earlier, he holds
Frank for a few moments, before spinning around and dropping the back
of Uncle Frank's head onto the top turnbuckle!]

JM: Did you SEE the way Frank's head snapped back on impact!  Manson's
newest addition to his move set could have given the Television
champion a concussion right there!

[Manson sticks with his game plan, taking advantage of the prone Uncle
Frank by laying deliberate, measured stomps right to the back of his
skull!]

MA: Nice classic wrestling by Manson, a nice little bit of old school
tactics...and Manson rolling Frank over now, going for the cover!



ONE!



TWO!



THR...and Uncle Frank gets a shoulder up!

[Manson shoots O'Riley another dirty look, maybe believing it has to
be a slow count that's between him and the Television championship,
because there is no way Frank could take all the abuse Manson is
throwing at him and still be on his feet. Manson grabs Uncle Frank by
his hair and drags him to his feet...but showing a spark of life,
Frank
shoves Manson backwards a few feet!]

JM: Irish whip by Frank...Manson ducks underneath the clothesline, and
comes off the opposite side...GOOD LORD!

MA: Manson just introduced his boot to the champion's face!  Would
someone in Section 3, Row 5 please catch Uncle Frank's head?

JM: Frank is folded overtop of himself from the sheer impact of the
big boot!

[Manson looks down on the fallen Frank.  One fist slowly raised into
the air, drawing a chorus of boos from this capacity crowd!  He
doesn't acknowledge them in any way, shape, or form, his gaze on the
fallen Uncle Frank]

JM: Manson drops to one knee, and a cover!



ONE!



TWO!


THRE...SHOULDER UP AT THE LAST MINUTE!   And the Television Champion
is
showing signs of life, even after that VICIOUS boot by Manson!

MA: Frank might have been better off staying down, because I for one
do NOT like the look in Manson's eyes right now, as he's pulling
Manson up...looking for a piledriver here!

JM: But Frank drops to one knee!  What a smart move, going dead
weight!

[Manson lifts again...but even one of the strongest wrestlers in PVW
has
to take a moment to rework his grip on Frank's waist...but that
moment's
hesitation is enough time for Frank to avoid the piledriver by getting
back on his feet and backdropping the bigger man!]

JM: And a cover by Frank!



ONE!



TWO!



TH...Manson powers out, and he's quickly back on his feet!  Both men
maybe finding a second wind as Manson...going for a quick clothesline,
but Frank catches Manson's arm!

MA: Hip toss by...no, Manson blocks it by jamming the point of elbow
into Frank's ribs!  And a kneelift!  A good shot right to the gut that
doubles Frank over!

[With the champion bent over, Manson still has control of his
opponent's arm. He locks in an armbar, and then hooks Frank's leg with
his own]

JM: Manson looking to get in an abdominal str-

MA: Hold on a second, Josh, that's not the abdominal stretch!

[With Frank's arm and his leg both hooked, Manson lifts his other leg
and drapes it over Frank's neck to apply pressure!]

MA: THE MISERY MACHINE!  There is it!

JM: Manson has locked in his version of the royal octopus hold!  And
Uncle Frank's neck is supporting the majority of Manson's body weight!

MA: And we're talking close to 300 pounds!

[Manson wrenches back on Frank's arm, and pushes his head down to an
awkward angle with his leg. As punishing as the move is, it's very
difficult to maintain over a long period of time!  As Manson
readjusts, he fires a few shots into the ribs of Frank with his free
arm!]

JM: O'Riley's asking Frank if he wants to submit...but Frank shakes
his
head, refusing to say "uncle" to Marcus Manson!

MA: Oh, man...aren't you the clever one...

[Uncle Frank still has a free hand, and despite his opponent's larger
size and greater strength, he is able to use that hand to slip
Manson's leg off of his own. Manson maintains the integrity of the
rest of the hold, but this allows Frank to use his legs to push the
pair a step backwards, and Manson's back hits the ropes, causing the
referee to call for Marcus to break the hold...and he doesn't.]

JO: Come on, Manson, break the hold!  ONE!

[Manson wrenches further back on Frank's arm, reaching back to grab
the ropes and apply even more pressure to the Champion's neck!]

JO:  TWO!  THREE!  FOUR!  FIV-

JM: And Manson breaks the hold!  Manson came very close to being
disqualified there!    He needs to be more mindful of the referee's
count!

MA: You're missing the main point!  Marcus knew EXACTLY how long he
was able to keep Frank locked in the Misery Machine after they hit the
ropes..and it looks like Manson's going right back to the hold!

[Another kick to the stomach, and Manson goes to put Frank in a
standing head scissors again after hooking both the leg and the arm
again...]

JM: Manson goes to drape the leg over Frank's neck...wait a minute!
Frank's standing up!

[Before Manson can properly lock in the hold, Frank, laughing with the
exertion, begins to force his way back to a standing position!  Manson
tries to push his head back down, but he can't get a good angle, and
is forced to break the hold!]

JM: Frank's back on his feet...and ducks a Manson clothesline...shot
to
the throat! That staggered the big man!

[Manson clutches at his throat, gasping for breath, as Frank sets him
up for the ride!]

JM: Irish whip...NO!  SHORT-ARM CLOTHESLINE BY THE CHAMP!  Manson goes
down, and Frank covers!



ONE!



TWO!


THR...Manson with the shoulder up!  Frank not wasting any time,
picking
Manson back up!  Another Irish...NO!  This time, short-arm kneelift by
Uncle Frank, and he keeps a hold of Manson's arm...



MA: LEGDROP SHOULDERBREAKER!  Manson's holding his shoulder!

[Manson rolls away from the site of the impact, gritting his teeth as
he gets to his knees, grabbing at his right shoulder, the same one
Frank had been working over earlier in the matchup!]

JM: Manson's on his feet...Frank's right behind him!  Waistlock!



JM: German Suplex!  And Frank holds the bridge!



ONE!




TWO!



THR...Manson rolls out of it!  Manson on his feet...ducks a
clothesline
from Frank...and off the ropes, he catches the television champion and
tosses him into the air!



MA: FLAPJACK STOMACHBUSTER!  Uncle Frank's stomach driven right across
Manson's thigh, and Manson rolls him over to cover!



ONE!



TWO!


THRE...last second kickout by Uncle Frank!  That should have been a
pinfall, Josh!

JM: Never count out the television champion!  Manson's favoring that
shoulder, though, taking the time to massage when he should be going
after Uncle Frank!

MA: Frank isn't a spring daisy either, Josh!  Both men are starting to
feel the effects of this match and the toll it's taking on them!

[On his knees, Frank is holding his stomach, taking exaggerated
breaths to try and get his wind back.  Manson finally heads over to
where he is, and grabs him by his hair...]

JM: Headbutt by Frank to the stomach of Manson!  Now Manson is
winded...EUROPEAN UPPERCUT ROCKS MANSON BACK!  And here comes Uncle
Frank!

[Uncle Frank begins to rock Manson with several right hands to the
jaw!  Jay O'Riley is right there, calling for Frank to watch the
closed fists!  After a few solid shots, Frank turns to O'Riley, and
holds up a closed fist, asking the referee if those are what he was
referring to...]

MA: Kick right to the lower abdomen!  That was brilliant, distracting
the referee and doing something that'll get you DQ'd right in front of
him!

[With Manson doubled over, Frank drops the right hand...but throws
Manson's arm over his shoulder!  He takes a moment to look out to the
crowd...]

UF: Hey, kids!  Guess what time it is!

[...before hooking the leg!

*THUD!*]

JM: FISHERMAN'S BUSTER!  It just might be Uncle Frank's Family Fun
Time as he holds the leg for the cover!



ONE!




TWO!



THREE...NO!  NO!  It doesn't get any closer than that, as Marcus
Manson
kicks out at the very last microsecond!

MA: Did you ever get the feeling the Metric system came up with
microseconds just for professional wrestling?  Because they're MADE
for moments like that!

[Frank's frustrated.  We can tell because the smile on his face is
huge.  I'm talking "Pinkie Pie at Gummy's Day After Gummy's Birthday
Party talking to rocks and sacks of flour" huge.  Yes, I dropped a "My
Little Pony: Friendship is Magic" reference into the middle of this
matchup, because there is NO better description of the Television
champion's grin right now in the entire English language]

JM: Frank goes to grab Manson, and pulls him to his feet...Manson
windmills his arms, knocking Frank's hands off his shoulder, and fires
off a right hand of his own! Frank fires right back!  Manson!  Frank!
Manson!  Frank!  Manson!  Manson!  Manson!

MA: Manson drives Frank back to the ropes!  Irish Whip...MANSON
FOLLOWS
FRANK ACROSS THE RING!  HUGE CLOTHESLINE SENDS FRANK OVER THE TOP!

JM: No!  No!  Hold that thought, Matt, Uncle Frank's trapped in the
ropes!

[Indeed, Uncle Frank's arms are tied up in the ropes. Manson takes a
step back, heeding O'Riley's request.  As O'Riley begins to try to
free Frank from the ropes, Manson takes the opportunity to catch his
breath, surveying his trapped opponent for a moment.

Suddenly, Manson's face is plastered with the biggest smile anyone has
ever seen on him.]

MA: That's...actually kind of unsettling, and this coming after seeing
Frank smile all evening!

JM: Yeah, Matthew...this cannot be good at all for Uncle Frank.

[Manson slides out of the ring as O'Riley works to free the Television
champion!]

JM: Where is Manson going?

MA: Over to the time keeper...hey!  He's got the Television title!

[Without one word, Manson snatches the shiny gold belt from the
timekeeper's table. Ignoring the protests, Manson put the belt on the
ring apron...before reaching under the ring apron!]

JM: Manson...got some kind of small bag, and he throws it into the
ring!

[As Manson climbs into the ring, the camera cuts to show Todd
Johnstone, along with Jay O'Riley, desperately trying to free Frank's
arms.  So intent on the effort, Johnstone looks up at the last second
to see Manson right before he slams into him with a hip check!]

JM: Johnstone's down on the floor!  Marcus Manson may have just
unintentionally endeared himself to this capacity crowd!

[Despite a warning from the Jay O'Riley, Manson grabs the belt and
small bag before moving closer to Uncle Frank, who kicks at Manson,
but comes up short.  With his opponent helpless, Manson ignores
O'Riley and lays a few kicks into the gut of Uncle Frank, taking the
wind and the fight right out of him!

JM: Marcus Manson had Uncle Frank completely at his mercy!

[With one hand, Manson holds the TV Title up for Frank to see, inches
from his face.  The ringside cameraman gets close, close enough to
them to catch the following exchange.]

Manson: You like your shiny belt, don't you, Frankie?

Frank: Uncle Frank-

[Suddenly, Manson kicks Frank in the gut again!]

Manson: I don't recall telling you to speak, you fruit loop. Do you
want to know what's in the bag, Frankie? It's a big surprise. You can
tell me if you want to see it.

Frank: It's...it's not polite to keep secrets from your Uncle Frank,
Marky.... Manson: I already told you you're not my uncle, Frankie. But
I'll show you what's in the bag anyway.

[Manson kicks Frank again, and then stands up straight. He tosses the
TV Title over his shoulder and opens the bag.]

MA: What's in the bag, Josh, what's in the bag?

JM: It's...oh, no.  Oh, no, that is NOT good.

MA: Holy...Marcus Manson is either a certified genius or an authentic
whacko!

[Manson takes something out of the bag, and the camera zooms in close
to show what he holds up for everyone to see...

...

...

...sandpaper.

Uncle Frank's head cocks to the side like a curious dog, and then his
eyes go wide as the realization of what Manson plans hits him, and he
begins to frantically pull at the ropes!]

Frank: No!  Uncle Frank thinks this is bad, boys and girls!  No, no,
no!

[Grinning with a sadistic smile, Manson kneels before Uncle
Frank...and
gently, drags the sandpaper across the belt's faceplate, leaving a
series of long scratches across the gold surface!  Frank's cries are
anguished, like someone ran over his favorite puppy, as he kicks and
pulls at the ring ropes!

JM: Uncle Frank is obsessed with the TV Title and how shiny it is!
And Manson is destroying it, right in front of him!

MA: I think it's more than that, Josh!  Uncle Frank is obsessed with
the belt that represents the Television Championship. I don't think he
even realizes that he's a PVW champion, just that he currently
possesses what will once have been a very shiny gold belt.

[Manson kneels before Uncle Frank, out of kicking range, and beings to
rubs the sandpaper across the belt in earnest, grinding at the
gleaming finish and making the Television Championship belt a dull,
scratched mess.]

JM: Uncle Frank is in hysterics!  The very thing he covets most in the
world is being taken from him!

MA: And Marcus Manson is showing the world that it's not the belt that
matters, it's being television champion!  It's not the gold, it's
being recognized as being among the best in the world by holding a
prestigious PVW title!

[As Manson ruins the title belt, all the thrashing, mixed with Jay
O'Riley bravely trying to help free the champion, gets Uncle Frank's
one arm free!  Manson takes a step back as Uncle Frank manages to
fully free himself!]

JM: Manson is in...HE PUNTS THE TITLE BELT OUT OF THE RING!

MA: Someone sign this guy up for the Arizona Cardinals!  Seriously,
please, every time I bet on a damn game, Kevin Kalb drops back and
throws my money away...

[Instead of going after Manson, Frank proceeds to dive out of the
ring.  Todd Johnstone leans against the railing, holding the back of
his head, as nearby, his charge grabs the ruined title belt and
cradles it to his cheat like a newborn infant]

UF: Can...can we fix it, Builder Bob?

JM: Ladies and gentlemen, I don't quite know how to call this match
now...but Manson may have just scored a huge psychological advantage
over Uncle Frank!

MA: If that's possible. The jury's still out on whether Frank has a
psyche to gain an advantage over.

[Jay O'Riley gets up to "one," before Manson rolls out of the ring]

JM: You can't win the title on a countout, and Manson probably
realizes...SPEAR! SPEAR!  Uncle Frank, from a sitting position,
EXPLODES
from the mats and catches Manson between him shoulder and the ringside
apron!

MA: And now Frank's going to town, slamming the television belt into
Manson's face!

[The chuckles are gone, replaced with a primal scream each time Uncle
Frank drives the PVW Television title into the face of Marcus Manson!
Manson can't even cover up, such is the fury of Uncle Frank!]

MA: We got blood!  We got blood!  Uncle Frank's drawn blood!

[A trickle runs from the nose of Marcus Manson as Frank drops the
belt, and proceeds to wail away on Manson with nothing but closed
fists and open hostility! Manson finally stumbles away, holding his
nose...]

JM: FRANK HAS MANSON!



JM: RUSSIAN LEGSWEEP INTO THE STEEL STEPS!

[The camera catches a dazed Marcus Manson, the blood over his upper
lip now, as he lies on the ringside mats!  Next to him, a high-pitched
sound of anguish coming with each breath taken by the former Frank
Knight!]

JM: It looks like Manson's plan is backfiring on him!   Frank's on
fire!

[Frank is on his feet first, and Manson's soon with him as Frank sets
up to Irish Whip him into the steel ringposts...]

JM: Reversal by Manson!  Frank goes shoulder first into the ringpost!
I don't even know if he felt it, though, as he turns right back around
and charges...



MA: OH, YOU KNOW HE FELT THAT!

JM: MARCUS MANSON WITH A WIDOWMAKER ON THE OUTSIDE!  He saw Frank
coming, and reacted by DRILLING him with the world famous Widowmaker!
I think...I think, finally, Uncle Frank might be out!

[Manson uses the ring apron to pull himself to his feet, wobbling
slightly, and leans against the ring to catch his breath.  At his
feet, Uncle Frank lies, eyes closed, chest rising and falling, but
with no other signs of life.]

MA: That's it!  That's got to be it!

[Manson looks up at Jay O'Riley, who has reached the count of "seven!"
It takes a few moments, but Manson manages to roll the champion into
the ring!]

JM: Manson beats the ten count...and he covers!



ONE!




TWO!




THREE!


He got him!  He got him!

[Marcus Manson gets to his feet, arms raised in victory, as the Cow
Palace rains a VERY strong reaction down on him!  It doesn't matter
though as he smirks through the soreness, his hands making the "belt"
motion around his waist.]

JM: We have a new champion, Matthew!  That Widowmaker on the...

MA: Josh, hold on a second!  O'Riley's got Manson's attention...AND HE
SHOWS HIM TWO FINGERS!

[Manson's face goes from "top of the world" to "just lost to the
Masked Maniac," as he ROARS into the face of Jay O'Riley, slapping his
hands together three times as he protests!  O'Riley shakes his head,
showing Manson two fingers again, before pointing to the ring ropes!

Where Uncle Frank's ankle rests on the bottom one. And just below is,
picked up by the camera shot, Todd Johnstone crouches down, unseen by
Manson!]

JM: Johnstone got Frank's foot on the ropes!  And O'Riley didn't see
it!

MA: Johnstone just saved HOPE a title!  And Manson is simply LIVID.
He had this match won!

[As Manson screams, all decorum gone, Todd Johnstone peeks his head up
above the apron.  Uncle Frank is slowly beginning to stir, barely
moving...until he feels something pressed into his hands.  Johnstone,
pointing at the distracted Manson with one hand, shoves the PVW
Television belt into Frank's grasp!]

JM: Manson's back is to Frank as the champion gets to his feet!
Henry's looking down at that ruined belt in his hands...and now at the
back of Manson's head!

[Frank grips his prized possession tightly in both hands, taking a
moment to set up properly...and charge the unsuspecting Manson!]

JM: MANSON DUCKS!  At the last minute, Marcus Manson managed...

[*THUD*!]

JM: FRANK TURNS RIGHT AROUND AND DRILLS MANSON IN THE FACE WITH THE
TELEVISION TITLE!

MA: Manson's down!  And...O'Riley's calling for the bell!



HD: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match, as a result of a
disqualification...MARCUS MANSON!

JM: And really, that's the only call Jay O'Riley could make once Uncle
Frank hit Marcus Manson with the television belt!  If this match had
continued, things could have spiraled out of control!

MA: Well tell that to Marcus Manson, because Uncle Frank's out of
control!

[Frank currently straddles the prone Manson, wailing away on his
exposed face! Manson tried to cover up, but Frank shoves each arm out
of the way as he rains blows down upon him!]

JM: Look at Johnstone on the outside, nodding with approval!  He
should be trying to stop this!

MA: And get between Frank and Manson?  If anything, Johnstone's a damn
genius!

[Frank's assault doesn't slow down as he pounds Manson...but Manson
manages to get a hand on Frank's shoulder, and with a quick reversal,
it's now Marcus Manson who's punching the Television champion!]

JM: Jay O'Riley trying to break this up, but Manson isn't paying any
attention!

MA: Manson had this match won, Josh!  I can't even being to imagine
how ticked off he must be right now!

[O'Riely quickly motions to the back, calling for security to come
assist him! After a series of clubbing blows, Manson climbs back into
his feet.  One hand pulls the discarded, ruined title belt off of the
mat with him.  At the Cow Palace jeers the challenger, he holds the
belt up into the air, tapping the ruined surface as he sneers out at
the crowd]

JM: Marcus Manson has made an impact here tonight, by ruining...UNCLE
FRANK WITH A SINGLE LEG TAKEDOWN!

MA: I think I might be starting to respect Uncle Frank, Josh!  He
keeps causing you to get cut off in mid-sentence!

[Manson's on his feet quickly, as Uncle Frank picks up the title belt
from where Manson dropped it.  Manson charges, but Frank halts him in
his tracks with a boot right to the gut!  As Manson doubles over,
Frank steps behind Manson, wrapping the Television title belt around
his right shoulder...]

JM: HANGMAN'S SHOULDERBREAKER!  Uncle Frank has the title belt wrapped
around the right shoulder of Manson, and he's pulling over his own
shoulder!

[Manson yells in agony, his hand slapping at the black leather, as
Frank leans forward, pulling for all he's worth!]

MA: Frank might be trying to literally break Manson's shoulder, or at
the very least, dislocate it!

JM: And here comes security!

[O'Riley steps to the side, letting the black-clad PVW security team
flood the ring!  Uncle Frank is screaming along with Manson, but
Frank's cries are filled with bittersweet joy as he inflicts further
pain on the challenger!]

JM: Security is trying to get Frank to let go of that
shoulderbreaker...and really, Todd Johnstone should be in there as
well,
but he's just standing on the outside, grinning!  Marcus Manson might
have unleashed a monster here tonight, and that has to make Johnstone
happy!

MA: Provided he can keep Frank under control, of course!

[Eventually, Manson slips out of the hold.  Security instantly floods
between the two men, as the PVW faithful cheer wildly.  A few fans
begin a chant of "LET THEM FIGHT," as both Manson and Frank continue
to try to get to one another through a score of security!]

JM: Security keeping these two men apart...and they manage to force
Uncle Frank from the ring!

[Once he can't see Manson anymore, Uncle Frank clutches the PVW
Television title to his chest, looking at it like a wounded puppy.
Johnstone is immediately by his side, coaxing the champion up the
aisleway towards the locker room.  Frank doesn't respond verbally, but
he begins to slowly walk up the aisle, one hand running over the
ruined surface of the belt]

JM: Fans, what a wild match to end the pre-show!  We're only moments
away from Boiling Point, where...

MA: IT ISN'T OVER!  MARCUS MANSON FROM BEHIND!

[Manson SLAMS into Frank from behind!  The title belt slips from
Frank's grasp as he falls to the floor, Manson immediately falling on
him to start punching him in the back!]

JM: Security just can't keep these two apart!  Frank's on his feet
now, and these two men are going at it tooth and nail in the middle of
the aisleway!

MA: Folks, like my partner said, we're out of time!  I'm Matthew
Anderson, he's Josh Morgan, and the best part of all this?  If you
thought the pre-show was wild, get out your credit cards if you
haven't by now and order Boiling Point, because PVW is going to blow
the roof off of this place!

[As security ducks and weaves between the punches of Uncle Frank and
Marcus Morgan, the camera pans away for a moment, focusing on the
scratched surface of the Television title lying nearby.  The gold
plating is ruined, deep scratches caused by the rough sandpaper.  Only
three words remain unblemished from Marcus Manson's action...

PHOENIX VALLEY WRESTLING.

Suddenly the image of flashes, static, back to PHOENIX VALLEY
WRESTLING, static now fills the screen. Slowly a grainy image begins
to form and it is that of a mask, a matte black number with a
reflective black "X" catching the light shining behind the camera,
hides every detail of his face.]

Masked Man: Can you feel it? Can you feel the intensity rising ... the
tempers flaring?

[The graining video breaks apart for a split second before the eerie
voice begins to speak once again.]

Masked Man: Can you feel the blood boiling in each and everyman ...
they have reached their Boiling Points!

[The masked man cackles and tilts his head back, looking toward the
sky as he does. As the cackling fades he slowly lowers his head to
once again glare at the camera.]

Masked Man: While men like Gibson Hayes, Christopher Black, Livestock
Zappa and a man who refers to himself as The Gutch will do battle with
men who have tormented them for many months ... Their battles are
meaningless to me.

[The masked man tilts his head to the slowly to the side and shrugs
his shoulders.]

Masked Man: I'm not here to sit in the front row and see if one night,
one match can change the life Perry Fontana. I don't give a [bleep] if
Sammy Knight fears the dark or if the freak Spectre can make him. I am
not here for the show ... I am not here for the entertainment.

[Long silence.]

Masked Man: I'm here because this business has taken everything
important from me, everything that made my heart beat night after
night ... everything that made me open my eyes in the morning and be
thankful that I have taken another breath.

[The masked man exhales deeply, seemingly enjoying every moment of the
breath.]

Masked Man: And yet here I am ... because one thing and one thing only
has given me the drive to face this business once again. And that's to
see Robert Cole suffer!

[A disturbing cackle comes forth from the masked man once again.]

Masked Man: To watch the barb wire rip Robert's flesh from his bone
... to see the blood pool underneath him as he lays motionless on the
canvas ... those images bring a smile to my face.

[The masked man pauses and one can only guess what his expression is
as he stares at the camera.]

Masked Man: Tonight Robert, you step into the ring with William Craven
...

[Once again a disturbed cackle comes from the man.]

Masked Man: And I feel no pity for you ... no pity for the blood, the
chaos, and the physical destruction you are about to go through. But
Robert, I do feel something ... it's joy ... joy knowing that no
matter how this match ends you will have felt the pain of your flesh
being shredded and pulled from your muscles and bones ... I will feel
joy in watching your blood drip from your body ... I will feel joy in
watching you SUFFER!

[The eerie voice stops as the masked man stares at the camera in
silence for a long moment.]

Masked Man: But more importantly, after tonight, I will feel
exhilaration in knowing that you are about to embark on the greatest
challenge of your life.

[The grainy video suddenly becomes black.]