Boiling Point Preshow - February 11th 2009
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V/O: Tradition has been built. Two men have stood at the top of the
mountain.
[Chase Williams holds the PVW Heavyweight championship up after Blood
Bowl. For once the usual arrogant superstar seems humbled. He has hit
the highest of high. We cut to "The One" Brian Young at the end of
End Game. On his knees tear-filled eyes. He cradles the PVW
Heavyweight Championship in his arms.]
V/O: A title up for grabs ...
[A still shot of the PVW World Heavyweight championship. The light
reflects off the center as the camera continues to slowly zoom up on
the center face plate.]
V/O: Eight men battled ...
[Quick shots of Xavier Feyr, Justin Cruise, Larry Gionet, William
Craven, Tommy Ryder, and Randy Acorn -- ]
V/O: Two remain ...
[Split screen - One side Chase Williams and on the other is Rob Cole.]
V/O: One man fights to regain the glory that was lost ... To once
again rise from the ashes and be the king of kings ...
[The split screen changes to just one man. A close up of our former
PVW Heavyweight champion - Chase Williams. A cunning smile sits
across his face as he stands as Dex Willingham's chosen savior. The
unexpecting white knight overcame SSN's chosen one and the PVW warrior
in the tournament.]
V/O: The other is a mystery even Hitchcock himself couldn't explain.
An unlikely hero adored by the fans. Bled and fought his way to the
top. The glory was so close he could taste it ... Only to be stolen
from him by an injury ... The cleanser of the Masked Outlaw ... The
conquered of the Spectre .... Has now turned his back on the fans who
supported him as the underdog.
[A fierce image of Rob Cole. The look across his face tells it all.
There is no love left for the fans. What respect there was once
between the hero and the fans has been lost. His knuckles have blood
on them and his eyes scream with hate.]
V/O Tonight a new champion will be crowned. Will it be the man
looking for his lost glory. The unexpected white knight looking to
add to his legacy? Or will it be the former hero. The traitor who
stabbed the fans in the back and traded their support for another
chance at Chase Williams and becoming PVW _wORLD_ Champion.
[Back at Blood Bowl. The final two in the match ... One man will
leave as the first PVW Heavyweight Champion _almost_ a year to this
day ...]
V/O: It's been boiling for a year now ... Tonight there will be a PVW
World Champion at
BOILING point!!!
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LIVE at the Thomas & Mack Center
LAS VEGAS, NEVADA
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[We open outside the Thomas & Mack Center. Fans are lined up down the
pavement waiting to get in to see the first show in the city that
never sleeps. As the camera's zoom in a nice chant begins from the
rabid wrestling fans - ]
P ~ V ~ DUB ! ! ! P ~ V ~ DUB ! ! ! P ~ V ~ DUB ! ! !
P ~ V ~ DUB ! ! ! P ~ V ~ DUB ! ! ! P ~ V ~ DUB ! ! !
P ~ V ~ DUB ! ! ! P ~ V ~ DUB ! ! ! P ~ V ~ DUB ! ! !
P ~ V ~ DUB ! ! ! P ~ V ~ DUB ! ! ! P ~ V ~ DUB ! ! !
[We cut to the live SSN studio set with Joshua Morgan. The thin,
pale skinned dark haired reporter is wearing an expensive black suit
with a blue shirt and black tie, reading from his notes in front of
him for a moment before looking up into the camera.]
JM: What a night it is!!! It's felt like months since PVW has been
live on PPV.
[Morgan pauses.]
JM: Okay so it has been that long. Back in June Brian Young won the
PVW Heavyweight Championship on End Game and nearly eight months later
here we are again! I am Joshua Morgan and I will be with you until
the end of the Preshow. We have three matches and a whole heep full
of drama to go over! However before we get too involved let's go to
one of the two men who will be in the main event tonight ...
[He's nothing if not consistent. Rob Cole as dressed for business,
wearing new ring attire for the evening. Instead of black with silver
barbed wire trim, he's wearing red with black barbed wire trim and a
white shirt with black trim. He rubs his hands together, lost in
thought as Dean Hayes stands by with questions for the World Title
contender as he heads into the Final Round of the tournament.]
DH: Rob Cole... we heard from you earlier in the week... you were
pretty vocal about ... well, we know where you're coming from, what
your mindset is for the match, and I'm honestly at a loss of what else
I can ask you.
RC: I don't think there's much left to be said, Dean. Preening and
prancing only gets you so far in this business, as my opponent
undoubtedly is aware of. I'm sure that doesn't stop him from making
more comments, though... so lets get the people a little riled up
about his chance to kill the monster tonight!
[The applause can be heard outside the arena, and Cole smiles a bit
sadistically in response to it. He glances around and stares back at
the camera, licking his chops.]
RC: You see... as bad as Chase Williams is, as tough as he is, as
brutal as he is... these people want to see him unleash everything in
his arsenal to take me out. Any other man, they'd probably be booing
that kid out of the arena... they'd probably be lining up to spit in
his arrogant face! But now that I've stopped licking at their fingers
for a taste of glory... now that I've stopped painting by their
numbers... now that I've decided to be my own man, they're fully ready
to embrace Chase Williams as lord and savior to the PVW! And that
means keeping the belt off my waist.
DH: Do you think you really have what it takes to be the best?
RC: That's a stupid question, Dean... I can't even get angry with you
for asking it, because it just means that everytime I talk it must
clearly go above your head. Do I think I can be the best??? I didn't
get here by being better than anyone else I faced.... I didn't get
here by being tougher, smarter, angrier, or "better" than anyone. I
was worse, Dean... I did it by being THE WORST!!! So the answer is
"no".... and if you think that belt is some sort of symbol for
excellence, some sort of standard for brilliance and glory, than you
need to wake up! All that gold, all that leather, it's not about being
the BEST!!!! It means that you beat everyone there is worth
beating... that you are bad enough, cruel enough, and vicious enough
to do whatever it takes to stand on top of the mountain and call
yourself KING!!! It ain't just bragging rights, it ain't just
glory... it's humiliation for everyone else, it's forcing men like
Caleb Foley, like Gionet, Young, and yes... it's about making men like
Chase Williams drop to one knee, bow their heads, and beg for a taste
of something I am going to own!
DH: I don't think anyone is going to bow their heads...
"___SLAAAAAAAAAAAAAP___"
[Dean Hayes drops down, clutching the side of his face where Cole just
hauled off and NAILED him! Cole reaches down and pulls him up by his
tie... yelling in his face.... ]
RC: YOU DON'T THINK?!?!!! What do you think they're going to do when
they line up for a shot at MY belt?!?!! Every time they stake a
claim, every time they try to nail me from behind, every time they
cash in their gimmick match shot at MY belt... they are saying that
they NEED to beat me! That I'm the guy they have to overcome in order
declare that they... are... a champion. Tonight... I don't even own
the belt but you can hear it in every sentence uttered by a guy who
ran roughshod over a regional territory. I'm the guy he has to
beat... ME!!! Everyone tells him he doesn't have a chance... that the
odds are against him... and even with every win he has on me, even
with every pin he's ever made on me, NOBODY!!!! Nobody thinks that
Chase Williams is going to walk out of here with the title.
[Cole chuckles, cruelly... ]
RC: Oh, I know they /want/ him to win... they'll back him up, they'll
smack talk me behind my back, and even you... some insignificant
little
snot of a reporter... even you're backing him up when I turn my back.
But you don't think he'll win... no one thinks he's going to win. And
when I bleed that little piggy dry, when all is said and done, there
is going to be no doubt about who The World Champion really is.
[Cole shoves Dean to the ground and storms off... furious and ready
for the showdown later tonight. We cut back to a stunned Joshua
Morgan.]
JM: Saying Rob Cole isn't ready for Chase Williams later tonight would
be an understatement. Those two are set to square off to become the
PVW World Heavyweight Champion. Chase Williams claims multiple
pinfalls over the Outcast, but we have all witnessed a chance in Rob
Cole. It started after he was named the number one contender.
However the roller coaster really began once Brian Young returned with
injury.
[Morgan fixes the collar of his shirt.]
JM: However that won't be the only title on the line here tonight.
Gibson Hayes has been forced to place _both_ the PVW Network
Championship and the PVW American Championship on the line in the same
match against three other men. If Gibson Hayes can find some way of
escaping with even one of his titles you would have to step back and
applaud as the deck is certainty stacked against him. Also the tag-
team rematch from End Game has been set and Urban Legend has a chance
at a little bit of revenge on the Prophets of Rage. The Rage brothers
have been the measuring stick inside the tag team ranks for quite some
time. Tonight we find out once and for all who the better team is.
However before we get too in-depth on tonight's PPV. Let's go to our
first of three matches here on the free Pre-Show on Strickland Sports
Network!
[An unfamiliar instrumental starts up. It's the voice of Chris Brown,
and his extremely pop-py sound sounds incredibly out of place in a
wrestling arena, but it seems to be heralding the entrance of a
wrestler ... or wrestlers.]
#Double your pleasure,#
#double your fun.#
#It's the right one,#
#the Doublemint gum.#
[Coming out from the back are a pair of interesting characters. The
advertiser-patch-laden Masked Maniac, his bright, white teeth beaming
from the mouth slot of his mask, and a very irritable-looking Gene
Gaines.]
#Double your pleasure,#
#double your fun.#
#It's the right one,#
#the Doublemint gum.#
[Maniac rocks the SSN colors in blue, black and white, whereas Gene
wears a long-legged singlet and a sleeveless white T-Shirt that reads
"Meat Shield" in a blood-spatter font. Above the neck are the
standard aviator sunglasses and facial hair, but this time, he wears
an oversized pair of earmuffs to block out their music.]
#Refreshen your life mint,#
#it's the right mint.#
#The Doublemint gum, gum.#
#Double your pleasure,#
[Entering the ring, Maniac hops up on the apron, then ducks in
quickly, and Gene kicks a leg up over the top.]
#with Doublemint, Doublemint gum...#
[The music cuts, and Gene takes off his earmuffs, then his sunglasses,
and Maniac takes Herk Douglas' microphone.]
MM: Whoo! Hey guys, this match brought to everyone by SSN sponsor,
WRIGLEYS! Makers of Doublemint Gum, and Juicy Fruit, and about a
hundred other flavors. Please, chew more gum, and remember THE
CORPORATION OWNS YOU! Thank you. Thank you very much.
Uh, hey Herk ... here's your mic back. Thanks.
[The tuxedo-ed ring announcer takes his microphone back, shooting a
glare at Maniac, then straightens his collar before announcing the
duo.]
HD: Introducing first, weighing in tonight at 580 pounds ... "BIG"
GENE GAINES AND THE MASKED MANIAC!!!
JM: Umm... So Zeke Craven is using Masked Maniac as a ad-agent? I
guess it's this new trend called Masked Mania ...
[The Offspring's 'Hammerhead' starts to play over the house speakers.]
HD: Coming to the ring at a combined weight of 425 pounds, they are
HARLEY QUINN O'CONNOR and 'EL SALVAJE' JOSEPH RIZAL ESTRADA . . .
JOKERS . . . WILD!!!
# I AM THE ONE #
# CAMOUFLAGE AND GUNS #
# RISK MY LIFE #
# TO KEEP MY PEOPLE FROM HARM #
[Harley Quinn O'Connor emerges from the backstage area, with his face
painted like a clown's, with black face paint over a white base, and
dressed in a pair of black tights, with an image of a grinning clown's
face, in red on a white base, on the outside of the left leg and a
Joker playing card on the outside of the right, and black wrestling
boots. He is followed close behind by 'El Salvaje' Joseph Rizal
Estrada emerges from the backstage area dressed in a pair of black
trunks, with the word "SAVAGE" in stylized dark red lettering across
the seat, black knee pads and black wrestling boots. Harley Quinn
O'Connor emerges behind him, wearing his black-and-white clown
facepaint, in ring attire and a T-shirt. Estrada takes a moment to
regard the crowd, while O'Connor raises his arms, circling and pumping
his fist in the air, before they head down to the ring. As they walk
down the aisle, only once or twice does Estrada reach out to slap the
hand of a fan. Behind him, O'Connor is lagging slightly since he is
high-fiving and slapping hands with the fans.]
# I'LL TAKE A LIFE #
# THAT OTHERS MAY LIVE #
# OH, THAT'S JUST THE WAY IT GOES #
# I'LL SHUT MY EYES #
# IT HAMMERS IN MY HEAD #
# WHERE IT'LL END, NOBODY KNOWS #
[Reaching the ringside area, Estrada climbs onto the ring apron and
steps through the ropes, into the ring. O'Connor, meanwhile, takes a
running start and slides under the bottom rope. Popping up next to his
tag team partner, both men pose in the middle of the ring, Estrada
with his left arm raised, O'Connor with his right. As the music starts
to fade, they go to their corner, where Estrada does some final
stretches while O'Connor paces, waiting for the match to start.]
JM: Jokers Wild are coming off a monster win over Canadian Legacy who
have a match later tonight with the Wild Cards.
[All four men stand inside the ring as referee Jim Pearson who is
sporting a neck brace from the Thunder Melter he received on Heatwave
explains the rules. Masked Maniac just grins wide showing off his
white teeth. He even stops and points at them as if they are a
trophy.]
JM: The two teams back away and it appears "Big" Gene Gaines will
start things off with Joseph Rizal Estrada. The size difference is
massive but Estrada is known for not backing down.
___________ ____ ________________________________________
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__ /_/ /_ | / /__ | /| / / Tag Team Match
_ ____/__ |/ / __ |/ |/ / Jokers Wild v. Masked Maniac & Gene Gaines
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*DING*DING*DING*
JM: The bell is sounded and the night is a-foot!
[The fans roar as the opening match of the night is under way.
Estrada and Gaines go nose to nose ... or, chin to forehead that is,
and begin firing off right hands at one another. Estrada's shots seem
to barely affect Gaines, which he uses to his advantage to gain the
upper hand of the scuffle. Gaines scores with a high knee lift
followed by whipping Estrada into the corner and following it up with
a clothesline that rocked him.]
JM: The size advantage played to Gaines favor. Masked Maniac seems to
be enjoying himself as he pumps his fist.
[Gaines yanks Estrada up and drags him to his corner and tags in
Masked Maniac. Boo's fill the Vegas arena. Gaines holds Estrada in a
front chancery as Maniac drops a polish hammer right onto the mid-back
of the Jokers Wild tag member. Maniac drops down and hooks a leg as
he nods to the count ...]
ONE ...
TWO ...
JM: Estrada with a kick out. Maniac isn't happy as he aggressively
yanks Estrada up ...
"___TWAAAAAAAAAP___"
[... Maniac just slaps Estrada right across the face and instead of
damaging him it did quite the opposite and fired him up! Maniac holds
his hands up as he quickly begins backing away at a rapid pace.
Estrada's eyes are open wide and Maniac retreats re-tagging in his
"meat shield" Gene Gaines.]
JM: Masked Maniac decided he wanted no part of Estrada. O'Connor
holds his hand out for the tag but Estrada waves him off. He has a
bit of a score to settle with "Big" Gene Gaines.
[And it's like we are in a time machine and the re-start of the match
just happened. Estrada and Gaines step back up ... Chin to forehead
again ... Gaines swings but this time Estrada ducks under and rebounds
off the ropes ... Gaines turns into a springboard dropkick ... It hits
Gaines in the chest and forces him to stumble backwards ... Estrada
dives in-between Gaines legs and tags in Harley O'Connor!!!!]
JM: The tag is made and O'Connor is in and a house on fire ... HUGE
right ... Another!! Gaines is staggered! O'Connor off the ropes and
leaping shoulder block that sends the near seven footer down to the
mat!
[The fans are on their feet as O'Connor turns just in time as Masked
Maniac rushes in and catches him ... short-arm clothesline!!!! Gaines
now getting to his feet and O'Connor keeps him staggered with a
jawbreaker and then leaps up with an enzuigiri --- ]
"___SMMMAAAAAACK___"
JM: DOWN GOES GAINES AGAIN!!! Maniac uses the ropes to get back to his
feet and O'Connor goes to hit the ropes ...
[HEEL POP as Maniac drops down grabbing the ropes and O'Connor flips
over the top ropes ... Maniac stands up all proud of himself but
Estrada stepped into the ring jumping spin kick and out goes the
masked superstar!!!! Estrada shrugs and hits the ropes and
springboards off into a summersault right onto Maniac!!!!!]
JM: EL SALVAJE!!!! Gaines is back up as the referee is counting out
O'Connor ...
[At the six count the face painted superstar returns into the ring.
Gaines drops a double-axe and continues to pound on the prone
superstar. He goes to whip O'Connor into the ropes and he catches him
into a big bear hug.]
JM: One of Gaines signature moves. He is squeezing the life out of
O'Connor. Look at the facial expression of O'Connor as Gaines
squeezes. Estrada has returned to his place on the ring apron and
extends an arm cheering his partner on.
[O'Connor leans back and smacks his head forward smashing into
Gaines ... He leans back and again smacks him with a close range
head butt. Gaines drops him and O'Connor off the ropes but this time
runs right into a big boot. Gaines tags in Masked Maniac who rushes
over and hooks a leg.]
ONE ...
TWO ...
JM: Another kick out and Masked Maniac doesn't look too happy.
[Maniac mounts O'Connor standing over his mid-back as O'Conoor tries
to get up he begins paint-brushing the side of his face and drilling
him with rights. He then grabs a leg and yanks it up with a Maniac-
Crab!]
JM: O'Connor finds himself in another submission attempt but this time
working on his leg. Maniac is turning and turns it into a STF! I
didn't even know Masked Maniac knew what a STF was!!
[O'Connor looks at his partner as he tries to reach towards the ropes
and him to make a tag. As O'Connor inches closer .. Maniac hops off
and pulls him away dropping an elbow right on O'Connor's head. Maniac
gets up smiling ear to ear and he goes to drop another elbow but
O'Connor rolls out of the way and _TAGS_ in Estrada!!!!!]
JM: THE TAG IS MADE AND MANIAC IS REELING ... Maniac turns but
doesn't get away in time!! Knife edge chop, throat strike, Mongolian
chop and side kick!!!!!! Maniac is down!!!
[Gaines comes running in but Estrada was ready leg wheel takes the big
man off his feet! Estrada turns as Maniac makes it to his feet flying
hip attack!!!]
JM: The Ass Attack and Estrada hooks a leg!
ONE ...
TWO ...
THR ---
[Gaines just makes the save ... Estrada right back to his feet and a
thrust kick sends Gaines tumbling over the ropes!!!!]
JM: Estrada is blazing in that ring. He is grabbing Maniac to lock
that Salvaje Stretch on but the masked superstar dives into the ropes
forcing Jim Pearson to force a break. That was close right there.
[Maniac holds onto the ropes for dear life. Referee Jim Pearson is
telling the masked superstar to wrestle. Estrada tries to approach
him and Maniac just rakes his eyes out of desperation. The Masked
superstar ignores the referee as he lifts Estrada up with a gutwrench
and --]
"___THUUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"
JM: SUPLEX!!!! Maniac with the cover!
ONE ...
[... A kick out after one. Maniac quickly crawls over tagging Gaines
back in. Gaines inside the ring and Estrada up and backs right into
the big paw of Gaines!]
JM: Gaines lifts him up ... CHOKESLAM!!!! He buried Estrada!!! All
180 pounds of him was just implanted into that mat. Gaines drops down
for the cover. This could be it!
ONE ...
TWO ...
THREE ???
[HUGE POP!!!! Estrada just shot a shoulder up before the three count.
Masked Maniac jumps in raising his arm as if they just won. The
referee is trying to explain to Gaines and Maniac that it was only a
two-count... Estrada is on his stomach now and he is crawling towards
O'Connor ... Gaines turns ....]
JM: O'COOONNNNOR IS IN!!!! THE TAG IS MADE!!!!
[O'Connor rushes in and unloads with rights on Gaines. He grabs him
and inverted atomic drop!!! Maniac charges and O'Connor ducks under
_ACE CRUSHER_!!!]
JM: Harley Quinn Crusher!!!!!! Maniac isn't the legal man however.
[Gaines has a hold on Estrada, Looking to end this, perhaps ... Not
quite, as 'El Salvaje' slips out of the Gaines's clutches. He throws
the Gaines's arm over his shoulder and wraps his leg around one of the
Gaines's legs.]
JM: Russian legsweep? No, here comes O'Connor, doing the same on the
other side of the Big Gene Gaines . . . JOKERS WILD!!!
[Double forward Russian legsweep!]
ONE ...
TWO ...
THREE ???
[HEEL POP as Maniac who rolled out of the ring holding the side of his
head from the Harley Quinn Crusher yanked the official out of the ring
right before he could slap the mat for the three count ...]
JM: Maniac taking a page out of Zeke Craven's book. Estrada OFF THE
TOP ROPES AND MOTHER OF GOD HE LANDS RIGHT ON MANIAC!!!!!!
P - V - W ! ! ! P - V - W ! ! ! P - V - W ! ! ! P - V - W ! ! !
P - V - W ! ! ! P - V - W ! ! ! P - V - W ! ! ! P - V - W ! ! !
P - V - W ! ! ! P - V - W ! ! ! P - V - W ! ! ! P - V - W ! ! !
P - V - W ! ! ! P - V - W ! ! ! P - V - W ! ! ! P - V - W ! ! !
[O'Connor setting up for another Harley Quinn Crusher .. Gaines makes
it to his feet but the size of Gaines allows him to push O'Connor off
the ropes ... Gaines goes for a big right hand but O'Conoor turns
Harley Quinn Crusher!!!!!!]
JM: GAINES IS LAID FLAT!!! Look at Masked Maniac retreating!!!
[Maniac's already halfway up the aisle, holding the sides of his
masked head in anguish... Estrada stands in-between the ring and the
SSN masked superstar as Jim Pearson slides down for the count!]
ONE ...
TWO ...
THREE !!!
JM: JOKERS WILD HAS DONE IT!!!
[Estrada joins O'Connor inside the ring as Jim Pearson raise the duo's
hands.]
HD: The winners of the match ... HARLEY QUINN O'CONNOR and 'EL
SALVAJE' JOSEPH RIZAL ESTRADA . . . JOKERS . . . WILD!!!
[HUGE POP as the duo pump their fist continuing their win streak in
the PVW. They roll out slapping the palms of the fans as they begin
to head back up the aisle way.]
JM: What a big win for Jokers Wild. They have now defeated Canadian
Legacy and Masked Maniac and Gene Gaines in back to back wins. They
are making a strong case at getting a shot at either Urban Legend or
Prophets of Rage depending on who walks out the PVW Tag Team
Champions. Let's keep on rolling as time is money as we go backstage
again.
[We cut backstage to a spare room, off to one side of the arena. This
room is used for staging at various events, but is presently empty as
PVW did not need the space tonight. It has instead been taken by one
Doc Holliday, who is biding time until War Games much later this
evening. Holliday, who is wearing his 1880's era regalia of a black
suit, silk ruffled undershirt and gold undervest, pocketwatch chain
and black pants (the only necessary concession to his trade being his
wrestling boots), is seated on a long, plain wooden bench. He is
slowly and idly sharpening a large knife with a rock. The expression
on his angular face reads like a man whose thoughts are a million
miles away. He has the camera here to prepare a pre-match statement,
but is still mentally gathering his words. There is a knock on the
door in the space behind the camera. Without looking up from his
task, Doc calls out in his baritone twang.]
Doc Holliday: C'mon in.
[We hear the door swing open, and see the back of a shadowy, trench
coat-clad man as he enters. The figure walks in slowly, but almost
casually, as we hear a familiar voice...]
XAVIER FEYR: It's been a while, Doc... too long in fact.
[Despite the presence of one of his enemies, a dangerous man whom he
will face in the ring this very night, Holliday displays no surprise,
alarm, or even concern at this development. In fact, his expression
doesn't change at all. He just keeps sharpening his knife, just the
same as before.]
DH: Ah been busy. Gittin' old takes more effort'n ah figgered it
would.
[The camera pans around a bit to show Xavier Feyr standing in the
doorway. His expression is a calm smile, something we have never seen
of this man, as he steps into the room. Holliday doesn't even look at
him, except a brief nod to acknowledge his presence. His eyes are
focused on the knife and the rock, almost casually so.]
FEYR: Age takes its toll on all of us it seems..
[Xavier smiles faintly, as he looks down at his own hands as if
reflecting on something for a moment.]
...especially those of us that haven't had the time to stretch our
muscles in a while. [a slight chuckle] May I? [Xavier gestures
towards a spot on the bench across from Holliday]
DH: Go on. 'Course, if mah teammates walk by, ah'll have ta jump ya
so they don' git th' wrong idea. An' vice versa, ah know. Goes
without sayin', really.
FEYR: Heh... I'm the last person you have to explain the laws the
jungle too, Doc; you know that.
DH: True 'nuff.
[Xavier sits down at the end of the bench, cross-legged in a very
casual posture that seems odd after these two exchanged blows so
recently.]
FEYR: And so here we are, face to face again. Can't say I expected to
be facing you down when I came here... but nothing is ever so
predicatble, is it? [smiling now in a more sinister and familiar way]
but then again...
I also always hoped for it, as well.
DH: Ya stay in this heah business long 'nuff, Xavier, an' you gonna
git ta fight everyone. Freind an' enemy both.
FEYR: I suppose that is what drew me here to begin with... the battles
of modern gladiators, both friend and foe, until only one stands
tall... it is the last of that great tradition left in this world.
[Xavier speaks with an odd sense of nostalgia... as though he were
from some time long past. Holliday continues in the matter-of-fact
tone which he started in.]
DH: It's th' Old West ta me. Ah guess we all have our vision of it.
Th'one place we kin make our lives an' our worl' inta whut we want it
ta be, out of strength of arms alone.
FEYR: By arms and sharpened wits and will of iron... but I suppose
other traditions remain as well. The master still feels obligated to
his apprentice... even when he fails to learn learn the lessons his
mentor taught him.
[Now Holliday's voice gets a bit more edge into it. It's still
neither forceful or antagonistic, but the change is obvious.]
DH: He was in th' dumb rook phase, Xavier. We all go through it.
Gotta survive bein' a dumb rook ta learn how it's done. Ain't no
teachin' whut kin ready ya fer th' real thang without gittin' yer
hands dirty. It's a part o' this sport. Dumb rooks kin git crippled
up any time, but th' vets don' do it on account o' nobody did it ta
them. It hasta be this way, or th' sport dies... on account o' ya got
nobody ta make money with later. It's th' Code. Marley broke it, an'
now he gonna pay hell.
But you know thet ain't why ah came in ta do it.
FEYR: [his expression remaining calm] The code? Money? Hm... these
battles are far older than that... only the strongest survive to rise
above all others... when a bird learns to fly, it is pushed from the
nest by its own parents, learning to fly or plummeting to the earth
below. Fly or die, sink or swim... it doesn't matter, it's all the
same. The strong survive, and the weak are torn apart by the
predators that roam this world.
You taught the Tuscon Kid to fly... but he fell, and was torn apart by
the wolves. It's no shame on you for that. You taught the lessons,
but only he could learn them well enough. You can't blame Marley
simply for being a wolf... it's what he is; what you taught him to be.
And he learned from the best.
DH: So whut yer sayin' is ah need no justification, ah kin jus' go
cripple Marley any time, on account of if ah'm able ta do it, then
ah'm justified ta do it. Ah suspect this ain't whut yer tryin' ta
say. Ah suspect ya wanna tell me thet my motive is senseless an'
without merit. Am ah correct?
FEYR: Justification? I see no reason for justification, regardless.
WMI is a pack of wolves, and they tore apart their prey as was their
nature. If it is your wish to fight Marley to the bitter end, then so
be it. Survival is the final judge of all. It is a trial by fire that
we have all willingly stepped into. And I too, will fight you without
any restraint or remorse... not because you are my enemy, or because I
care one way or the other for who is right and wrong between you and
Marley, but because you are my friend... and for me to give you
anything less than my full strength and fury would be an insult, as it
would be to me if you show me any less.
DH: Ya already know how it's gonna be. Ah got ta avenge mah legacy.
An' ah reckon ya realize jus' whut'd happen if ah did catch hold o'
Rick without noone aroun'. He realizes it, too. So now ah got ta
wonder why you'd intervene. Shelterin' th' lesser from th' greater
has never been somethin' ah knowed ya ta do.
FEYR: [Feyr chuckles slightly] The old wolf hunts his prey, and the
others watch... should he fail to take down his prey too often, the
others know he is weak, and a new leader assumes, by tearing down the
old one. If the elder has truly lost his edge, then he falls... if
not, then he is able to overcome the younger. Intervention? This is
merely a front row seat. Besides... how could I turn down the chance
to fight such a grand battle with such emotions at a high? When
hatred boils at such highs the carnage is assured to be something
glorious... [Xavier rises, stepping towards the door, and then turns
back to Holliday, a twisted smile on his face.] and I have both you
and Rick to thank for that.
DH: Yer welcome.
FEYR: Til' we meet again as enemies, my friend. [Xavier does gestures
with his arm towards himself in dramatic fashion with a slight bow.]
Farewell.
[Xavier turns and walks from the room, leaving Holliday again to
himself. Doc keeps sharpening the knife, no visible change in his
demeanor. One more time he speaks, knowing full well that there is
noone there to hear him.]
DH: Mebbe we kin all laugh about it in ten years. Mebbe if we live so
long...
[With a loud *CHUD*, Doc drives the sharpened knife into the bench.
He stands up, and exhales deeply.]
DH: Time ta go see whar mah teammates minds is at...
[And he heads off.]
JM: Wow ... Talk about some history and some tension. For those of
you who aren't exactly up to speed on the Widowmakers 101 ...
Magnus Colby was the originator of the band of thugs ... However Doc
Holliday's reign of captain was considered the glory days of the
Widowmakers. Feyr and Holliday go a long ways back way before the
Phoenix rose. You want to talk about a classic five on five War Games
match look no further than tonight. With Rick Marley now calling the
shots there hasn't been a more vile and sadistic version of this
legendary stable yet. However if anyone knows how to match the
Widowmakers head to head ... It's Doc Holliday. We are on a roll here
and let's not slow down. We have one hour to fit everything in before
8 PM EST ...
[Cut to a secluded locker room backstage where "Hellraiser" Tom Landis
is busy preparing for his upcoming debut here in Phoenix Valley
Wrestling. Tom stands in front of a mirror taping up his wrists when
he begins to talk to the camera without looking directly at it.]
TL: You know, if you'd told me a year ago that I'd be getting ready
for a match this big, I'd have looked you in the eye and said you were
crazy. I was just about out the door, all but retired from active
competition. Content to run Alamo Championship Wrestling down in
Texas, and help get the next generation of stars ready for the long
and winding road.
[Tom finishes winding the tape around his left wrist and rips it off
of the roll.]
TL: But then comes the announcement that MBC is coming back. And so
I'm stepping back into the ring, and what's more... I'm having a great
deal of fun doing it. More fun than I've been having in years. Hell,
I won my first title in years not too long ago. Already my comeback
has exceeded my expectations.
[Tom leans on the table, then grabs the roll of tape again.]
TL: And then you and PVW came to town, Gibson Hayes. And you made
jokes about me being a traitor to my country. Hey, I've said worse
things to better people, I would have let that go. But then you
crossed the line and brought my family into this, my wife Tara.
[Rip! Landis winds tape around his right wrist now, slowly and
methodically.]
TL: Now I know Tara is not some delicate flower, she'd just as soon
smack you around as I would. She's not a women's champion for
nothing. But she's not here, and I am. Hayes, I know your main
concern is keeping those championship belts you cart around proudly,
and I can at least give you a little bit of relief.
I'm not coming after the belts. I'll let our mutual opponents take
care of those. I just want your neck in between my hands for forty
minutes out there tonight. Because as good as winning a PVW title
might be, ensuring you go home bruised and goldless at the end of the
night is reward enough for this old hellraiser.
[Tom turns to face the camera finally.]
TL: Gibson, I'm coming for you. LOCO and our other opponent to be
named later, they can have your gold. I'll just take your pride.
[Fade.]
JM: Gibson Hayes crossed the line and Tom Landis isn't going to stand
by. He has too much history ... Too much pride in this business.
Gibson Hayes no doubtly crossed the line and now he has to keep both
eyes on Tom Landis or he could lose not one of his precious PVW
championships, but both of them!
[Everything goes to darkness. Seconds pass building the suspense of
the crowd. A chilling Viking horn suddenly echoes through the arena as
a single light blue light shines on the entrance way.
Another short hesitation.... then another Viking call. The slow paced
'thump' of late century Viking war drums thunders through the complex
with every so often a Viking horn breaking its steady beat. Light blue
lights now criss-cross all over the arena. The fans stand to their
feet, a chill running through the arena as the war drum beat
continues.
Howie Mitchell is the first to appear dressed in a black business suit
and an phone piece hanging off his ear. He looks around at the crowd
smiling, before turning his back to them and motioning at the curtain.
As the Viking horn blasts again the mammoth known as 'The Glorious'
Jokull Baldursson steps out to the entranceway. Jokull is decked out
in a black bear poncho that covers his massive upper body. A skull
style metal helmet, with ram horns circling on the sides covers his
head. His lower body is covered by black underwear style trunks with
'Glorious' written across the front in 'Copperplate Gothic' writing.
Black knee pads and thick soled black boots with metal shins finish
off the look.
HD: COMING DOWN THE AISLE WITH HIS 'AGENT', HOWIE MITCHELL… WEIGHING
IN AT TWO HUNDRED AND NINETY-FIVE POUNDS AND STANDING SIX FOOT FIVE
INCHES ...
HERE IS...
'THE GLORIOUS'
JOKULL
BALDERRRRRRRRRRSSOOOOOONNN!!
Howie walks down the entrance with Jokull walking slowly behind in a
powerful manner. As they hit the ring, Howie climbs the steps then
dips through the ropes as Jokull follows suit. He methodically walks
to the middle of the ring as Howie stands off to the side, pointing as
his charge and jawing to the crowd. Jokull looks around at the crowd
before reaching up with a huge hand and palming the helmet. He slowly
lifts it from his face, revealing dirty blond straggly hair and a
braided beard. He stares at the crowd again with intense, icy blue
eyes. As the music fades Jokull takes off the poncho and hands it to
Howie, who heads out of the ring as Jokull paces back and fourth in
the corner.]
JM: The man from Iceland looks to make his people proud. It's a big
oppertunity for Jokull.
HD: Standing at six foot five ... Weighing in at two hundred and
twenty three pounds from Utrecht, The Netherlands ....
Here is ...
Hercher von Donkerhardt !!!
[Over the speakers begins to play Victim by Nicole Blackman. On the
screen is a computer animated flag of the Netherlands. Superimposed
over the flag in black text reads the following. Herscher von
Donkerhardt]
#I feel the motion of the car before I open my eyes. The air is blue-
black, brown-black, black-black. Smell of gas, oil, animals. I'm in
the trunk.#
#My wrists and ankles tied. Tape over my mouth it almost covers my
nose but I can breathe barely. I must have been here for hours,
everything's stiff and my head throbs like someone's drumming on
china.#
#The car stops. He turns off the motor -- but there are no traffic
sounds. No people sounds.No wind. What place has no wind? I turn my
head towards the sounds like people watch radios when something
terrible happens.#
[The crowd begins to react unfavourably as they begin to process the
lyrics. Their displeasure is eclipsed only by the man this music has
become synonymous with, Herscher von Donkerhardt. Herscher is clad in
black wrestling boots that reach just short of his knees. Herscher is
wearing tight brown pants offset by a black leather lining on the
inner thighs. Hersher's ring gear is completed with a plain white
towel draped over his left shoulder, covering that side of his torso.
The man sports a physique that is not freakishly massive but is
chiselled and has next to no body fat or blemishes, save for the large
slashing scar across his abdomen. As the crowd jeers him, Herscher's
piercing blue eyes look towards the ring zoning them out. Herscher
runs his hands through his short but curled blonde hair before making
his way to the ring ]
#My palms are sweating. Where am I? The trunk squeaks as he lifts it
up and the sun blinds me. He almost looks like a faceless Jesus
surrounded by light. He pulls me out of the trunk
#and bangs my head against the door. I try to cry out, but it comes
like a hum.#
#He drags me, half-standing, along a dirt road into a house. I can't
see any other houses and it looks like a farm. The screen door bangs
behind me and I feel a deep, deep pressure inside. All the rules have
changed here.#
#I'm dragged down a hall like a bag and I look for a phone, other
doors. Nothing but bare floors and brown boxes in small rooms. He
pulls me into the bathroom and I almost crack my head as he pushes me
onto the floor. Tilts his head to the side and gazes at me as if I was
a pet then walks out.#
#I'm lying there for a long time, trying to get the tape off of me. My
eyes are tearing. I don't make a sound. I can't get up and I keep
rolling from side to side, trying not to make noise.#
[Herscher slowly makes his way down to the ring. As he approaches the
squared circle he is met with a shower of popcorn, half filled plastic
beer cups along with a myriad of taunts, threats, insults and physical
gestures by those close to the security railing and at ringside. All
of this the Netherlander blocks out with a tunnel vision focused on
what's ahead of him.]
#I've got to get him to talk to me. If I can get this thing off my
face I can talk to him. I'll tell him my name. Have you killed other
women in here? I'm thinking you've got hundreds of them nailed down,
hung on walls, hanging from ceiling fans swinging dead in summer
wind.#
#Why did you pick me? If I had stayed to finish at the library I would
have been there twenty minutes longer maybe I'd have been OK. Would
have rushed into the house, books pile up in my arms like a baby, and
blurted explanations why I was sorry. So sorry I'm late everyone.#
#Would you have waited for me anyway? Would you have picked another
woman? Would I have read about her in the paper and said oh my god, I
was there that night... and called all my friends in a panic. Telling
them then how much I loved them as if I'd never have the chance
again.#
[Herscher climbs the ring steps and through the ropes. Herscher walks
around the ring. The crowd reacts negatively Herscher goes to each
turnbuckle and pulls on the ropes ]
#I wonder what everyone is doing now. Putting up signs. Showing my
picture on the evening news. Calling old friends. Maybe I'm not even
considered missing yet.#
#The family will fall apart and my parents will go crazy. Slowly. My
brother will be so quiet at # # the funeral and insist the casket be
closed. (I never even told anyone what kind of funeral I wanted when I
died.)#
#Maybe years from now they'll find my skeleton on the floor here and
they'll have to use dental records to identify me. My family will say
"At least we know now. We always hoped she was alive somewhere. We
just hope she's in peace."#
[Herscher then goes to his respective corner and places his towel on
the mat underneath the ring post. Herscher then comes out of the
corner and the negative reaction to him begins to intensify ]
#When I sleep my dreams are crazy -- I'm flying over fields. I don't
think I sleep for more than twenty minutes and when I wake up, it
feels like I'm under a heavy blanket. I'm still there.#
#As I wake up I hear a dog barking in the distance and I think I'm in
my parents' house in South Carolina. When I open my eyes, there's a
shotgun pressed between them. I'll never get married. I'll never have
kids. I'll never go to Europe. I'll never learn to play piano. I'll
never write a book.#
[Herscher approaches the center of the ring, and the crowd is going
crazy they are beginning to throw things into the ring. They are not
upset by anything Hersher is doing but rather what he is wearing. His
tights and boots does not offend them...]
#The last thing I hear is a click.#
[...but the black tattoo of an Iron Cross does]
JM: Hercher von Donkerhardt might be one of the best wrestlers Europe
has to offer, but he is also one of their worst human beings.
[The crowd boos louder and throws more debris in the ring. Herscher
responds by holding both his arms in the air]
___________ ____ ________________________________________
___ __ \_ | / /_ | / /
__ /_/ /_ | / /__ | /| / / Global Surge One on One Action
_ ____/__ |/ / __ |/ |/ / Baldursson v. von Donkerhardt
/_/ _____/ ____/|____________________________________________
*DING*DING*DING*
JM: And we're under way here for the Global Surge, as Mr. Michaelson
puts it, and it's the Netherlands against Iceland.
[The two wrestlers stare one another down before finally locking up.]
JM: Locking up here and Baldursson getting the upper hand on Von
Donkerhardt and boy, they need some easy-to-say monikers. Pushing the
smaller man back to the ring and the ref asking for a clean break.
[The ref starts a five count and on three, Baldursson seems to take
head. However, just as he breaks it, he brings a knee into the lower
abdoman of von Donkerhardt. And another.]
JM: 'The Glorious One' quickly showing off his strategy. He has a
weight advantage that he will try to exploit. Bringing von
DoogieHowser from the corner and an Irish whip. HARD POWERSLAM!
[HvD bridges off the canvas grabbing at his back.]
JM: Baldyourson with a high impact move and he is trying to show that
he is the top European wrestler in PVW. Grabbing at the downed man
and headbutt! von Donkeylips stumbling toward the ropes and another
HEAD BUTT FOLLOWS! The smaller man hitting the canvas and rolling out
of the ring.
[von Donkerhardt gets to his feet with a glare at Baldursson. He rubs
at his head as the bigger man celebrates his early advantage, his
agent cheering him on.]
JM: Herschel Walker climbing up to the canvas and into the ring,
ready for a round two. And here comes Baldy with a huge overhand.
Another. The big man drilling von Donkerhardt with those huge paws.
Backing him against the rope and maybe looking for another Irish whip.
[Indeed, von Donkerhardt gets thrown the opposite way.]
JM: Lariat--DUCKED!
[von Donkerhardt shows great agility and stops after the ducked
lariat.]
JM: Chop block! Balrog goes to a knee...
[While the Street Fighter reference might be lost, Baldursson does go
to a knee and von Donkerhardt kicks him the rest of the way to the
mat. He follows with a painful submission.]
JM: Crossface! What a move to take down the big guy, who is reaching
for the ropes in a desperate attempt to rid himself of the submission.
[The camera catches von Donkerhardt kneeing Baldursson in the sides.]
JM: Von Dalen going to town with knee after knee, attacking like a
wild animal. Balfour reaching for the ropes and trying to scoot his
way toward them. Ref on one knee asking him if he's ready to call it
quits, but I don't think he knows how to say uncle. Language barrier
issue.
[Howie Mitchell looks concerned as he yells for Baldursson to fight
through the pain. He begins to move toward the ropes with the fans
building in support for him.]
JM: He is so close and van Donsing is just drilling him in the sides
with each malicious knee shot. Still, the big man is showing great
resilence and he's allllmost there.
Mitchell: A LITTLE MORE!
JM: His agent yelling encouragement toward the big guy and
he...REACHES THE ROPES! Five-count from the ref to break the hold and
Van Der Sexxxx not too happy about that.
[von Donkerhardt waits until the five to release Baldursson. He
clammers to his feet and begins to stomp at Baldursson.]
JM: Hersheys is going at BaldRussian with the boots, not wanting the
big man to get to a vertical base where he can defend himself. Howie
Mitchell yelling at the ref to do something while the big guy is
finding himself trying to stay away from any of the hard kicks.
[von Donkerhardt whips Jokull into the ropes. Jokull rebounds and HvD
tries to catch Jokull in a belly to belly suplex. Jokull uses his
power to stop his momentum...]
JM: von Donkey is trying to get Jomama over but the man from land of
Ice powers out and ATOMIC DROP on H-V-D!
[A dazed Herscher gets up and his hit with an unexpectingly german
suplex....]
THHHHUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDD!!!!!!
JM: Bone crushing German Suplex from a man from Iceland. How odd is
that is Iceland allies with Germany these days? And how unorigional I
mean why not use an Iceland Suplex?
[Bauldersson brings Herscher up and hits him a second german
suplex.... Jokull gets Herscher up again and hits a _THIRD_ german
release on Herscher.....]
JM: Jo-I-Wish I was German is on fire!!!! von Dam gets up and
gets _flattened_ by a running lariat from Baldie and sends him to the
outside the ring.
*FACE POP!!!!!*
Crowd: Jok-ull!! Jok-ull!! Jok-ull!! Jok-ull!!
[Having seen his advantage quickly taken from him, Herscher takes a
few moments to shake off the cobwebs and plan his next attack.
Meanwhile, the Icelander looks rather pleased, taking in the cheers
from the crowd.]
JM: I don't think von DawsonsCreek thought things would change so
quickly on him. Climbing to the ring and Ballroomdancer is going to
meet him.
[Instead, von Donkerhardt jumps back down, gesturing for the referee
to do his job.]
JM: Doesn't seem interested in getting back in the ring.
[Baldursson backs up, letting von Donkerhardt get in. As soon as he
does, he comes charging, but von Donkerhardt sees him coming.]
JM: EYE GOUGE! Cheap, but obviously effective move by von Dookie and
the big man is reeling. Goes to the eyes again! The fans really
getting on the case of Hercules, but he seems to rather enjoy it.
[Boos rain down on von Donkerhardt and a chant begins to follow.]
Crowd: ASS-HOLE!!! ASS-HOLE!!
JM: Well, the refined nature of the PVW fans is on full display.
Howie Mitchell joining in as the man from the Netherlands stays on the
offensive. Kick to the midsection! Picking the bigger man
up...BODYSLAM! Show of strength from von Dutch and he's soaking in
the boos yet again.
[von Donkerhardt smiles before stepping toward Baldursson's head and
putting his boot near the downed man's eyes.]
JM: BOOTSCRAPE! Marshel van Buren trying to blind the big guy.
Baltazar rolling around on the mat after that and Howie Mitchell
beggin the ref to do something here. Van Doren with a smile as he
picks up Baldo here. A slap to the face!
[Yes, von Donkerhardt slaps at Baldursson's face...and again. The big
man, eyes watering from the attacks on his eyes, seems to wake up with
a start. However, von Donkerhardt raises a hand.]
JM: What is he thinking? A test of strength? Von
Don't-know-what-the-hell-he-is-thinking is giving up weight and
leverage to Baldwin here. The big man is going for the challenge
here. Both hands linked and here we go. Vonny standing tall and
Baldie doing the same.
[Baldursson starts to gain an advantage pushing against von
Donkerhardt, forcing his knee to buckle.]
JM: Looks like the Icelander is going to gain the advantage he needs
to once again get the momentum in this match. Hershal...lets go!
Slips behind the bigger guy and HUGE WAISTLOCK SUPLEX! Belding goes
down and...PUNCH to the back of the head!!
[The fans boo, which makes von Donkerhardt even happier.]
JM: He doesn't take too much time. ARMBAR locked in! The submissions
expert now looking to keep the big man down and tire him down, maybe
for "The Will to Power," the finisher that has ended a few careers in
Europe.
[von Donkerhardt moves around so that he is sitting on Baldursson's
large shoulders and wrenching the arm backwards painfully.]
JM: Not a typical arm bar by any means. We have heard of the
submissions capability of Vanderbilt for some time. While he does
venture down cheap avenues, he also does some amazing things in the
ring. And the ref asking the big guy if he's ready to quit. His pain
threshold is getting pushed to the limit here!
[Close-up on Baldursson's head as he shakes it back and forth, telling
the ref not to stop this match. He begins to muster all his strength
to push out of the move, the fans cheering him on.]
JM: Baldar must be thinking that he can't scoot toward the ring ropes
with Von Sydow on his back. Trying to bring his arm down and out of
the submission.
[As he moves his arm down a little, von Donkerhardt won't let him
continue to build some momentum. Instead, he lets go of the arm bar,
pushes the arm to the mat, and kicks up his legs, crashing down on the
arm with both knees.]
JM: What pain the big guy is going through! Von Trapp trying to take
the big guy's arm out of this match!
[Seeming satisfied as Baldursson tries to hide the arm from any more
pain, von Donkerhardt next attacks the legs of the big guy, pulling
them up and hooking Baldursson in a Boston Crab.]
JM: He just doesn't give the big guy much time to recuperate. Boston
Crab and Boobie Miles finds himself in one very tough turn of events.
Only a minute ago, he seemed to be using his strength toward putting
the Netherlander down. Is that a word? Anyway, now he's just trying
to survive this barrage of submissions.
[The camera focuses on Baldursson shaking his head when asked if he's
ready to call it quits. Howie Mitchell shouts words of encouragement
to the big guy, begging him to continue and fight the pain.]
JM: Mitchell watches as his European superstar is struggling to gain
any kind of advantage in this match. Mitchell turning to the crowd,
asking them to get behind his guy here.
[And they follow, possibly out of their hatred of von Donkerhardt's
actions, cheering on Jokull Baldrusson and chanting his first name.]
Crowd: Jok-ull!! Jok-ull!! Jok-ull!! Jok-ull!!
JM: Jokes-on-you seeming to wake up. He's trying to push himself up.
LOOK AT THE STRENTH! The big man pushing himself off the mat. And
down goes Vonnegut! "The Glorious One" straightened his legs out and
sent the rabid Hercules to the mat. Now, can he get to his feet?
[He does, stumbling a little. However, von Donkerhardt is faster and
grabs at Baldursson's hurt arm, slipping behind him in standing
hammerlock.]
JM: The crowd trying to get Joker to capture the momentum, but he's
not fast enough. Trying to reach the guy behind him with his other
arm, but failing to do so. LEG TAKEDOWN! The big guy back on the mat
and ANKLE LOCK! Another submission, but this time, Baldo is a little
closer to the ropes. Grabs at them and the ref begins to count.
[As he has previously, von Donkerhardt waits for the five to break the
count and as Baldursson clamors to his feet, von Donkerhardt comes in
with a kneelift.]
JM: High impact move right to the face has Baldur whip flashing up
and back down to one knee here. He's prone and von Zell pushing his
head toward the middle rope. What does he have in mind now? DRILLING
HIM WITH FISTS TO THE BACK OF THE SKULL!
[Howie Mitchell screams at the ref that von Donkerhardt is using
closed fists. The ref finally notices and pushes von Donkerhardt off
Baldursson, threatening disqualification. While he does that, Jokull
once again gets to his feet and turns around...]
JM: DISQUALIFY HIM! Von Bastard with a kick toward the groin of "The
Glorious One" and these fans are letting him know what they think
about him.
[As the ref threatens disqualification yet again, the fans rain down
with an "Asshole" chant. Von Donkerhardt looks at the crowd and
shrugs, turning toward Baldursson only to spit at the man.]
JM: OH, COME ON! If this is what Christopher Michaelson meant by
global expansion, I'd just as soon stick to North America. There is
no place in professional wrestling for such disrespect!
[Spreading his arms, von Donkerhardt milks the hatred from the fans.
Grabbing at Baldursson, he picks up the bigger guy, whipping him
toward the ropes.]
JM: LEAPFROG! NO! Baldur stops and catches von Trapp as he comes
down. What a show of agility. Falling back...HOTSHOT! What a move!
And suddenly, it's the big guy with the advantage. Maybe the act of
complete disrespect woke him up!
[Whatever turned the tide in the match, Baldursson still shows signs
of the barrage of submissions from von Donkerhardt, but is pushing
that down. Kicking at the downed man, who is holding his throat,
Baldursson certainly has the fans behind him.]
JM: The fans showing their alligence. Big boots to the stomach and
chest of Van Dyke! Picking up the man now and continuing to bring the
pain with European uppercuts. Back to the ropes goes Donkey Kong.
Irish whip the other way and SPINEBUSTER! QUICK PIN!
ONE!!!
TWOO!!!!
KICKS OUT!!!
JM: Herman looking to roll away, but the big guy clearly not done
just yet. Balthazar picking him up and again throwing him toward the
ropes.
[However, von Donkerhardt grabs the ropes and holds himself there.
Turned away from the other wrestler he begins to go toward his tights,
pulling out brass knuckles!]
JM: Oh, come on! Ref, look at him!
[Instead, Baldursson comes after von Donkerhardt, who turns and
swings...]
JM: He ducked! The big guy ducks and kicks him in the stomach. The
brass knuckles fall to the mat!
[Inadvertently, Baldursson kicks them away.]
JM: Baldie with lefts and rights and von Dolly looks distraught!
Another Irish whip and...SPEAR! This time, von Doogie couldn't avoid
the pain. The bigger guy seeing a chance at the W here. Off the
ropes and going for a splash...NOBODY HOME! He wasn't quite dead yet
and rolls away.
[With Baldursson in the middle of the ring, he's prime for what's to
come.]
JM: Van Dalen up to his feet and...Will To Power! It's hooked!
[The crossface inverted indian deathlook has the big guy trying to
figure out a way out of this through the pain. Meanwhile, fans begin
to look toward the entrance.]
JM: It's Todd Johnstone! What the hell--and who is that?! Ladies
and gentleman, Todd Johnstone is bringing some masked wrestler to the
ring. What are they up to? In the ring, Baldursson is barely moving.
I think the ref is going to have to put a stop to this!
[As Johnstone and the wrestler who is dressed in all black with a blue
demon mask head to the ring slowly, Baldursson looks non-responsive.
The ref goes for his arm and begins to drop it.]
JM: This looks to be it. Baldursson's hand drops once...a second
time...can he continue?
NO! IT DROPS A THIRD TIME! The match is over and the Global Surge
winner is the Von Trapp family!
HD: Ladies and gentleman, the winner by submission...Hercher von
Donkerhardt !!!
[Boos reign down as von Donkerhardt refuses to let go. The ref tries
to forcefully pull him from Baldursson. Meanwhile, Johnstone and the
mystery wrestler get into the ring. Seeing them does what the ref
could not. Von Donkerhardt lets go as Baldursson slumps to the mat,
not moving an inch.]
JM: Johnstone waving off von Donkerhardt, telling him to leave. I
guess he doesn't want any of this and doing as he is told.
[The mystery guy heads toward Baldursson and brings him to his feet.
He looks toward Johnstone for just a second before...]
JM: HOLY MOTHER OF GOD! FISHERMAN'S BUSTER PILEDRIVER! We haven't
seen that move in PVW in awhile now. This is the REBIRTH!!!!!
Baldursson looks out of it and if the owner of that move is the same
as it once was...ladies and gentlemen...The Spectre might be back!
[The referee blocks the masked superstar from anymore damage as he
drops and rolls out... Todd Johnstone laughs and swats at a fan's hand
pushing it away.]
JM: It can't be... He was banned by SSN. However that moved looked
awfully familiar. I am sure we will get to the bottom of this.
[We cut to the underground parking lot. A black Lexus has just pulled
up with the licence plate saying - ShwTime. The fans in the Thomas
Mack Center BOOOOOOO!]
JM: It looks like the captain of the Widowmakers has just arrived.
Tonight it's going to be a flat out _war_ inside that cage. However
before we make it to Boiling Point we still have half a show here to
finish.
[As with last week's Damage Control, a set has been set up in the
middle of the ring for Boiling Point's preshow. The massive Las Vegas
venue comes alive as the generic horn music resounds again, hailing
the beginning of the Maniac Minute!]
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| | / /_/ / / /\ / /_/ / / // /_\/ | |
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| |______With the Masked Maniac______| |
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[Sitting at his tiny tea table with it's sterling teaset is the Masked
Maniac, seemingly recovered from the match he wrestled in just a
little while ago. On the outside, naturally, stands "Big" Gene
Gaines, Maniac's chief of security, in his finely tailored suit, just
waiting for someone to step out of line. Cut to focus on Maniac, who
sips from a teacup containing some kind of brown liquid that may or
may not be tea. The horn music cuts, and he grins, maniacally ... or
just really, really widely. Please note that, over his ring gear,
Maniac wears a bathrobe. The reason for this is unclear, but it
rather makes him look like a masked Hugh Hefner.]
MM: Hello, and welcome to the Maniac Minute. This is the wrestling
talk show that you can only be on if you can be both interesting and
kinda brief. That means no blabbermouths, people who can't keep
acronyms straight or those with two or more home towns. Think about
that for a moment and get back to me.
Tonight, I'd like to welcome my guest ... you all know him as the guy
backstage getting the big scoop ... or just injured. He's a former
radio show host (or is he still on the radio? That's a lot of work
hours. Ick), and you just know with that name of his, he's a swinger
(wonder what his wife looks like), uh, I mean, it's "Swingin'" Dean
Hayes!
["Sleep Now in the Fire" by Rage Against the Machine plays as Hayes
comes down the aisle, on his way to the stage/ring/whatever. Gaines
stops him short, seemingly checks him for weapons, and then waves him
on. Dean climbs the steps into the ring, plops down in the seat
opposite maniac, and eyeballs Tickle Me Elmo and the triceratops
plushy that flank them both.]
MM: Dean! Welcome to the program. Have something to drink.
Hayes: Hey ... Maniac. Nice to see you.
MM: Great to have you. The premiere interviewer in PVW ... hosting
the former premiere interviewer. What a thrill.
Hayes: Yeah, I ... huh? Wait a minute.
MM: Have a drink.
Hayes: What was that? And, this stuff, how do I know it's not
drugged? You just drugged Chase Williams in your first "Maniac
Minute", and I'm supposed to trust you.
[This inspires much laughter in Maniac, who taps his lapel mic before
speaking, making sure it's on.]
MM: Dean, there's no hit on you! Only Zeke can call a hit, and I have
it on good authority that I won't have to do that anymore. Seriously,
just have a cup.
[Taking a tiny silver cup, Dean holds it up to be filled with brown
liquid.]
Hayes: Well, I guess I could have a little tea...
[Maniac starts to talk, but not fast enough as Dean drinks--]
MM: Oh, that's not tea.
[SPIT! Dean is on the mat, coughing, gagging...]
MM: It's bourbon. Phoo. Gotta get a little nip in after a match,
man. Takes the edge off. And PVW took away my pills. "Wellness
policy" or something.
[Getting back into his seat, red from coughing, Dean wipes tears away
from his eyes.]
Hayes: Christ, man! Let a guy know! And what's this "premiere
interviewer" nonsense? You're a wrestler, and not a very good one.
I'm the _only_ interviewer on PVW's payroll.
MM: Really? And which one of us has his own show?
Hayes: This isn't a show, it's a segment!
MM: Feh. Time for questions. Why is it you sound different with
every guy you interview. You interview Bill Craven, you're scared.
You interview Livestock and Gutch, you're annoyed. You interview
Sinister, and you're hip. Who is the real Dean Hayes?
Hayes: What? I relate to the people I interview! It's a skill!
MM: I can see you're getting agitated. Gene?
[Suddenly, Hayes' chair slides backwards. Slow to react, Hayes stands
up, gets his ankles grabbed, and is dragged from the ring.
Emotionlessly, Gaines lumbers up the ramp, Hayes over his shoulder.]
Hayes: You can't do this! You just brought me out here to humiliate
me, didn't you?
MM: And now it's time for my final footnote.
[Doing his best Jerry Springer impersonation, Maniac finds the camera
closest to him and mugs for it as his generic horns play again.]
MM: What have we learned today? We learned that a Masked Maniac in
the ring is worth 2 Hayes in the back. We learned that a giantism
patient can carry a chubby guy in a bad suit at least 100 feet up a
ramp. We also learned ... that the corporation owns you.
So, until next time, remember to buy Spam, Doublemint Gum, and Fatty
Buoyz Meat Snax. Good-buy, America!
[Cut ... to Static flashes onto the screen. It flickers and fades,
only to come back a few seconds later. The voice of a young girl can
be heard over the occasional glitches in the transmission.]
GIRL: I know of a man, a dark man, who has no face...
[More static glitches, and a picture forms. It is of Caleb Foley
standing in the middle of the ring with a mic in hand, the fans cheer
and yell for their hero as he stands defiant.]
CF: Here I stand! Bring out the man with no face!
[Static, another voice over. The voice is that of an echoing and
haunting female.]
WOMAN: Do you believe in heroes?
[Slice back to Foley standing tall and proud in the middle of the
ring, same scene as before.]
CF: Here I stand! Bring out the man with no face!
[A pause.]
CF: So this is what you want?
To play games?
[The screen breaks up into static again. We fade back to a woman who
can now be seen on the screen, her face is hidden by the shadows of
the outside and every now and then there is another glitch of static
in the feed. She stands behind a dark gray stone and leans forward
over it, with her long flowing raven hair tossing in the wind of the
evening. She wears all an all black dress under her heavy black
shawl.]
WOMAN: That is why, when the man with no face comes...
[She brushes her hand over the slab of stone, it is an obvious grave.]
WOMAN: ...he will have to destroy all the heroes.
All the hope.
[Glitch. Static. Back to Foley in the ring.]
CF: If you won't come to me...
[A pause.]
CF: ...then I will find you!
[More static. A new image emerges from the chaotic background,
shadows, nothingness, but still something within the void speaks.]
VOICE: Bear witness to the birth of darkness.
[The scene changes to later on from that Heatwave, Foley lays in blood
in the backstage area. A hand emerges from the intersecting hallway
coridoor, it is wrapped in black tape and grabs a hold of Foley's
back.]
VOICE: Bear witness to the birth of the black reign.
[The hand clasps Foley's shirt and drags him off into the shadows.]
VOICE: Bear witness to my crowning as the Blood King.
[Static. Glitches. Back to Foley in the ring, looking ever still
defiant from earlier that evening.]
VOICE: At Boiling Point, you will all bear witness to last days of the
world.
Bear witness...
[Foley speaks once more.]
CF: Here I stand! Bring out the man with no face!
[A pause.]
VOICE: ...to the execution of your hero.
[We fade to Joshua Morgan.]
JM: Those bits get creepier everytime I see them. Finally tonight we
will find out who is the man with no face as Caleb Foley has the
chance to silence his stalker. It was only a month ago when he was
pulled into the shadows a bloody mess to never be heard from again.
However it's time for our final match here on the Preshow. One of
these four men will have a chance at _both_ the PVW Network and
American Championship. Herk Douglas is standing inside the ring.
[Cut to "The Voice" who awaits patiently as the camera zooms in.]
HD: This match is scheduled for one fall. It's a four way scramble
match!!! Introducing first hailing from London, England ... Standing
at six feet and weighing in at two hundred and fifteen pounds.
Here is ...
Joshua Curtis !!!
[As "I Know What I Like" by GENESIS begins to play over loud speakers
Curtis and Ami stand atop a staircase on the lover level of the arena
and the crowd starts singing the chorus and then chanting along in
tune with the instrumental bridge and as they do Joshua gets the
tambourine from an attendant before banging it in tune with a beat
which causes the crowd to shout in unison before the vocals start back
up and then they all finish the song together.]
ALL: I know what I like and I like what I know
Its getting better in your wardrobe, step in one beyond your show
[The crowd repeats this as Joshua hands the tambourine to a young fans
and leaps over the guardrail before climbing into the ring and
saluting the crowd one more time.]
JM: Joshua Curtis has been turning heads. His actions at the end of
his match last week turned out to be quite questionable. Further more
it's still uncertain who was playing mind games with Josh and his
sister Ami Curtis.
HD: Introducing next from Harrisonburg, Virginia ... Standing at six
foot four and weighing in at two hundred and forty five pounds ...
Accompanied to the ring by Candy Malone ...
Here is ...
DARK SOUL !!!
(The lights fade to dark as a drumroll begins for "Cherub Rock" by The
Smashing Pumpkins. As more instruments come into play, the music
builds until finally, the Pumpkins' unmistakable guitar distortion
begins to ring out through the PA system. At the very same moment, a
series of pyros begins to explode, making an arrow toward the
lockerroom entrance. When the light and smoke subside, Candy Malone
stands defiantly, well at home in front of the large crowd. Only
slightly, she smiles as her hands rest at her hip.
Malone is clad in a white blouse and a short black skirt, which every
guy at home is craining his head to see under.)
# Freak out #
# And give in #
# Doesn't matter what you believe in #
# Stay cool #
# And be somebody's fool this year #
# 'cause they know #
# Who is righteous, What is bold #
# So I'm told #
# Who wants honey #
# As long as there's some money #
# Who wants that honey? #
(Miss Malone nods and turns her head to the entrance where Dark Soul
stomps out. He stops as if the fans cheering surprised me. With no
smile, nor a frown, he looks the area over slowly before turning to
Miss Malone. After he seems to share a little joke with her, Dark
Soul begins a slow walk to the ring, fans reaching out in vein to
touch the superstar.
Soul is dressed, as usual, as if he just realized he had a match and
couldn't find any traditional wrestling attire. He wears black boots
and a pair of faded black shorts, so worn that pieces of thread are
hanging down. He wears a black shirt with an unrecognizable logo on
it. He also wears black knee pads, black elbow pads, and has taped
his wrists in, you guessed it, black tape.)
# Hipsters unite #
# Come align for the big fight to rock for you #
# But beware #
# All those angels with there wings glued on #
# 'cause deep down #
# We are frightened and we're scared #
# If you don't stare #
(About ten feet away from the ring, Dark Soul runs the rest of the way
and slides under the bottom rope. In fluid motion, Dark Soul springs
to his feet and from a crouched position, looks over the crowd. Candy
Malone stops outside the ring, shaking hands with the crowd and giving
high "5's.")
# Who wants honey #
# As long as there's some money #
#Who wants that honey? #
(Dark Soul takes his shirt off before throwing it to the crowd as him
and Josh Curtis exchange glares.)
JM: Last week Curtis and Dark Soul were tag-team partners but Dark
Soul didn't appriciate the post match actions by Joshua Curtis. You
couldn't cut the tension in that ring with a knife right now.
[Ami Curtis puts her arm on her brothers shoulder calming him down.
Dark Soul rolls his neck as if he is almost challenging Curtis to
bring it.]
HD: Introducing next... from Alameda County, California... weighing in
tonight at 239 pounds, accompanied by Katrina Cruz!
GAVIIIIIIIIIIINNNN CAAAASSSSSEEELLLLLLLLLLL!
[The opening riff to "Let It Rock" by Kevin Rudolf f. Lil' Wayne
screams to life over the PA system, and the fans unleash a heel pop as
they turn to the curtain. As the entrance way fills up with smoke, a
figure slices through it and strikes a pose at the top of the aisle.]
#I see your dir-ty face,
Hide behind your collar.
What is done in vain,
Truth is hard to swallow.
So you pray to god,
To justify the way you live a lie -- live a lie -- live a lie.#
[Dressed in full length, shiny black tights with a silver sun detailed
on the right thigh and black boots, Gavin Cassel raises one hand in
acknowledgement of the crowd's dislike, as Katrina Cruz follows him
out. Cassel has stringy blonde hair that goes just below his chin and
ever so stylish stubble. Around his neck is a tight choker necklace,
just because. Katrina is dressed in her business casual attire of
fitted jeans, mini-heels, and an American Eagle zip up hoodie, with a
black shirt underneath. Her auburn brown hair is let free and she
clutches a clipboard as she follows her charge to the ring.]
#And you take your time,
And you do your crime.
Well you made your bed,
I'm in mine#
[Gavin saunters to the ring, eluding the hands of the fans as he
obnoxiously smacks on a piece of gum. At ringside, he slides into the
ring on his belly, pops to his feet and then climbs onto the second
rope, spitting his gum into the crowd and sticking his tongue out.
Gavin jumps off and lands in the center of the ring, giving a loud war
whoop as he backs into his corner, where Katrina waits to talk with
him.]
JM: We have three lovely ladies at ringside now. The referee is
standing in-between Curtis and Cassel this thing is ready to explode
before Danny Daniels can even get out here!
[Cassel holds his hand up and mocks Curtis as if he is saying - "Oh
I'm soooo afraid." Curtis just glares at Cassel and backs away slowly
abiding by the referee's wishes.]
[The lights go down again, and someone steps from the back. It is...
a trumpeter? The trumpeter blasts a bombastic little fanfare on his
trumpet, and a banner unfurls from the top of the entranceway. It
reads: WELCOME YOUR SUPREME CHAMPION!!!!!! And yes, it does have six
exclamation points.
Following the fanfare, "Afternoon Delight" by Starland Vocal Band
starts up. The fans give a loud heel pop for the obnoxious
introduction of the self-professed SUPREME Champion, "Your Hero" Danny
Daniels. Daniels bursts from behind the welcome banner, arms spread
to soak in all of the imaginary glory of his imaginary legions of
fans. The bulky young man with the straggly blond hair wears a red
sequinned jacket with 'Your Hero' written on the back in black, red
trunks, and black boots. Around his waist is a belt with the words
SUPREME CHAMPION and an embossed picture of Daniels on the faceplate.
A pair of wraparound shades inhabit his clean-shaven face, as does a
big goofy smile reprsenting his joy at being so exulted by his
devotees.
The actual crowd boos.]
JM: The fans don't like Danny Daniels in Vegas!
[Daniels sweeps down to the ring, attempting to walk with the regal
bearing of a king. It comes off more like someone's given him a
wedgie with a bicycle chain, but you have to give him credit
for trying. He jumps onto the apron, and climbs the ropes on the
outside. He gets to the top rope... and seems to grow a little
disoriented by the height, so he steps back down to the second
rope and THEN poses grandly for the crowd. His music dies away
shortly.]
HD: Intoducing the final opponent ... Standing at six foot one and
weighing in at two hundred and sixty five pounds ... From San
Francisco, California ....
Here is ...
DANNY "YOUR" HERO" DANIELS!!!
[Danny Daniels stops the referee and approaches him discussing
something with him. The referee nods then walks over to Herk
Douglas.]
JM: I don't know what is going on here.
HD: Folks I apologize ... I introduce to you the Supreme Champion ...
DANNY "YOUR HERO" DANIELS ... And this match will be a NON title
match-up!
[BOOOOOOOOOOOO!]
JM: What?? The Supreme Championship hasn't even been officially
recognized by the PVW.
[Danny Daniels hands his title to the official. He then carefully
begins to explain to all three of the women that the Supreme Title is
not to be handed about- as a gift, he'll offer up autographed "YOUR
HERO" shirts to Candy Malone, Katrina Cruz, and Ami Curtis.... Dark
Soul isn't waiting for the bell !!!!]
___________ ____ ________________________________________
___ __ \_ | / /_ | / / Four Way Scramble Match
__ /_/ /_ | / /__ | /| / / Joshua Curtis v. Dark Soul v.
_ ____/__ |/ / __ |/ |/ / Danny Daniels v. Gavin Cassel
/_/ _____/ ____/|____________________________________________
*DING*DING*DING*
[Dark Soul slams into Daniels with a flurry of fists, knocking him
into the buckles. Soul stuns Daniels with a hard right and whips him
across the ring, right into a waiting Gavin Cassel.]
JM: Blind tag by Cassel. Soul missed it and charges in!
"_____SSSSSMMMMMAAAAACCCCCKKKKK!!!!!_____"
[Pop!]
JM: Right into a springboard dropkick to the kisser from Gavin Cassel.
This man is a specimen ladies and gentlemen.
[Cassel struts and poses to the further heat of the crowd. He walks
over to Curtis, jawing all the way and slaps him across the face!]
[Holy Disrespect! Pop!]
JM: Cassel just slapped the taste out of his mouth and the referee is
calling it a tag!
[Curtis charges into the ring as Cassel ducks away laughing, and
Curtis finds himself face to face with Dark Soul. Joshua shrugs and
the two men erupt in a flurry of punches!]
JM: Dark Soul and Curtis have erupted into a flurry of fist and Cassel
is standing there laughing. Where did Daniels Go?
[Soul and Curtis find themselves still trading blows with Curtis
finally gaining a slight advantage with a knee to the midsection that
backs Soul into the ropes. Curtis throws him off, and springboards off
the opposite ropes, catching him in the side of the head with a
vicious kick that knocks Dark Soul through the ropes and he lands
between the rings!]
"_____TTTTTHHHHHWWWWWAAAAAPPPPP!!!!!_____
JM: Dark Soul just caught a gnarly springboard heel kick from Joshua
Curtis that knocked him through the ropes, but he landed on the aprons
of the two rings pushed together!
[Almost as soon as Curtis lands from the kick Daniels surprises him
with a roll up!]
JM: Daniels with a surprise roll up out of nowhere!
ONE !!!
TWO !!!
JM: Curtis forces Daniels upward and into the waiting Cassel, who
leaps onto his shoulders and rolls him into a victory roll!
ONE !!!
TWO !!!
..."_____TTTTTHHHHHUUUUUDDDDD!!!!!_____"
[Holy flying smokey Moses pop!]
JM: Pin broken up by a springboard legdrop from the returning Dark
Soul! There are bodies everywhere!
[Dark Soul scoop slams Curtis and then hooks the Soul Lock on him.
Seeing that, Daniels comes after him, but Dark Soul sees it coming and
releases Curtis. He drop toe holds Daniels right onto Curtis's legs,
hurting them further. Keeping control of the leg, he gives Daniels a
modified Soul Lock before Cassel breaks it up.]
JM: The crowd is loving it as Dark Soul was able to use the Soul lock
on several men at once before Cassel breaks it up and grabs Soul by
the head, snapping him into the mat with a DDT!]
"_____TTTTTHHHHHUUUUUDDDDD!!!!!_____"
[Excedrin Headache pop!]
JM: What a DDT by Cassel He is the only one I can see standing right
now. Curtis has disappeared, and Daniels is still down.
[Cassel whips Dark Soul into the ropes but he reverses it. DS
telegraphs the backbody drop a little too early, allowing Cassel to
adjust and float over him for a sunset flip. However, Dark Soul rolls
away as he falls back, grabs Cassel's legs, and flips over in a
pinning combination of his own. Cassel kicks out and as the two
wrestlers get to their feet, DS is crouched over and Cassel flips over
him for another sunset flip. This time, he keeps a hold of DS,
bringing him down into a pinning combination.]
JM: What a combination of counters by Cassel and Dark Soul! Soul
finally has a pin!
ONE !!!
TWO !!!
...[Hardcore pop!]
"_____CCCCCRRRRRUUUUUNNNNNCCCCCHHHHH!!!!!_____"
JM: JOSHUA CURTIS REAPPEARS WITH A LADDER IN HIS POSSESSION AND HE
JUST SMASHED IT INTO THE SIDE OF DARK SOUL'S HEAD TO BREAK UP THE
PIN!!!
[Curtis takes the ladder and sets it up between the two rings. His
work finished, he turns, right into a clothesline from Cassel that
carries them both over the ropes and rolling into the next ring! Both
are up pretty fast and trading shots, Cassel slows Curtis up with a
shot to the jewels and begins climbing the ladder!]
JM: What a cheap shot by Cassel and it looks like he is going to use
that ladder that Curtis set up to his own advantage as he climbs...
[Unfortunately for Cassel, Curtis recovers rather quickly, grabbing
the unsuspecting Cassel under the armpits in what looks to be a cross
power bomb, but instead, uses his strength to force Cassel up and
over,
flipping onto his face and stomach from a very ugly height!]
"_____TTTTTHHHHHUUUUUDDDDD!!!!!_____"
JM: What an amazing move by Curtis! He just planted Cassel on his face
and I'm not even sure what to call that move!
[Dark Soul hits a clothesline on Daniels that sends him over the ropes
and hard to the floor! Daniels more-or-less lands on his feet and
begins to back way, trying to recuperate. He's near the entrance
aisle when DS leaps to the top turnbuckle, springs off of it, and
comes flying through the air with a long distance spinning heel kick
with light bulbs flashing.]
***POP*** ***POP*** ***POP*** ***POP***
***POP*** ***POP*** ***POP*** ***POP***
***POP*** ***POP*** ***POP*** ***POP***
***POP*** ***POP*** ***POP*** ***POP***
"DARK SOUL!!!!!" "DARK SOUL!!!!!" "DARK SOUL!!!!!"
"DARK SOUL!!!!!" "DARK SOUL!!!!!" "DARK SOUL!!!!!"
"DARK SOUL!!!!!" "DARK SOUL!!!!!" "DARK SOUL!!!!!"
JM: What a move by Dark Soul! He just crushed Daniels at ringside with
a high altitude spinning heel kick that has become a signature move of
his!
[Curtis throws Cassel through the ropes to the floor as well and he
whips Cassel hard into the guardrail!]
"_____CCCCCLLLLLAAAAANNNNNGGGGG!!!!!_____"
JM: Cassel eats guardrail and Curtis crushes him further with a
vicious Mafia Kick. He quickly rolls him back into the ring and hooks
a leg!!
ONE !!!
TWO !!!
THREE !?!
JM: NOOOOOOO!!! The referee is pointing to Cassel's foot on the
ropes!!!
[Deflated Pop!]
[Undeterred, Curtis yanks Cassel up and throws him off the ropes.
Cassel leapfrogs over Curtis, and as Cassel hits the ropes again,
Joshua ducks for a backdrop, and catches both knee's to the face!
Curtis goes down in a heap!]
"_____CCCCCRRRRRAAAAACCCCCKKKKK!!!!!_____"
[Signature pop!]
JM: EXFOLIATOR BY CASSEL! Curtis just ate those knees right in the
mush!
[Danny Daniels whips Dark Soul hard into the ring steps!]
"_____CCCCCLLLLLAAAAANNNNNGGGGG!!!!!_____"
JM: Dark Soul just got rocketed into the ring steps head first and
Daniels followed him in, driving both boot into the side of his head!
[Cassel climbs the ladder between the ring in two bounds and leaps off
without hesitation, landing on Curtis with a beautiful legdrop from
high above!]
"_____TTTTTHHHHHUUUUUDDDDD!!!!!_____"
[POP!]
JM: High elevation legdrop by Cassel that crushes Curtis! Cassel hooks
the leg!
ONE !!!
TWO !!!
THREE !?!
JM: NOOOO! THE REF IS HOLDING UP TWO FINGERS!
[Relieved pop!]
JM: I thought Cassel might have had him but Joshua Curtis further
proves he is no pushover!
[Daniels slides into the ring and rolls Cassel into a La Magisterial
Cradle!]
JM: Daniels out of nowhere!
ONE !!!
TWO !!!
...[Dark Soul flies into the ring, by way of the top rope, breaking up
the pin with big head butt off the top rope!]
"_____TTTTTHHHHHUUUUUDDDDD!!!!!_____"
JM: What a move by Dark Soul to break up the pin, and as he gets up,
you can see he is busted open!
[With Curtis down, Dark Soul is getting kicked down by both Daniels
and Cassel in the corner. After a stompfest puts him down, they
congratulate each other before Dark Soul grabs the top ropes and
springs up, nailing each with rights to fight them off as the fans
come alive. After a punch to Daniels pushes him off, Cassel comes
running at Dark Soul, but he ducks and backbody drops him out of the
ring and focuses on Daniels, hitting an inverted atomic drop and a
discuss clothesline.]
JM: Dark Soul is holding his own but he doesn't see Curtis on his
feet!
[Curtis absolutely obliterates an unsuspecting Dark Soul with a
massive Spinebuster!]
"_____TTTTTHHHHHUUUUUDDDDD!!!!!_____"
[Signature Pop!]
JM: Huge spinebuster by Curtis! He calls that the Verdict and he damn
near put Dark Soul through the mat with that one!
[An enraged Curtis grabs Daniels and plants him into the mat with the
Verdict as well!]
"_____TTTTTHHHHHUUUUUDDDDD!!!!!_____"
[Signature pop Redux!]
JM: Another monster spinebuster by Curtis and he is on fire but Cassel
is back in the ring! He grabs Curtis!
"_____TTTTTHHHHHUUUUUDDDDD!!!!!_____"
[Yet ANOTHER Signature Pop!]
JM: G-Spot! Cassel nails his signature Diamond Cutter after Curtis
cleared the ring! Do we finally have our fourth entrant for the double
title match!
ONE !!!
TWO !!!
... Relieved pop!]
JM: Dark Soul just barely breaks up the pin in time! Daniels is slowly
climbing the turnbuckle as Dark Soul tries to get to his feet, equally
as slowly, and stumbles into the ropes, causing Daniels to tumble off
the top rope, and land with his head stuck between the two rings!
You've got to be kidding me?!?
[Huge Comic relief pop as Daniels struggles to free himself. Curtis
rolls out of the ring. Cassel and Dark Soul begin climbing opposite
sides of the ladder. At the top, the two trade punches, and Cassel
stuns him with a thumb to the eye. Cassel quickly underhooks both
arms, and forces Soul up, shifting his weight quickly over to his side
of the ladder and they both plummet into the empty second ring!]
"_____TTTTTHHHHHUUUUUDDDDD!!!!!_____"
"THOSE GUYS ARE DEAD!!!" "THOSE GUYS ARE DEAD!!!"
"THOSE GUYS ARE DEAD!!!" "THOSE GUYS ARE DEAD!!!"
"THOSE GUYS ARE DEAD!!!" "THOSE GUYS ARE DEAD!!!"
JM: ARE YOU KIDDING ME!! CHERRY POP DROP FROM THE TOP OF THE LADDER!!
DARK SOUL MIGHT BE DEAD!! CASSEL MAY NOT BE MUCH BETTER!!
[Curtis slides back into the ring dragging a steel chair and measures
Cassel!]
JM: Joshua Curtis looking to finish off Cassel and move onto the
championship match!
[But no one sees Daniels free himself from between the two rings, and
he stumbles directly into the path of Curtis who is just about to
smash Cassel, and he catches the chair shot instead!]
"_____CCCCCRRRRRAAAAACCCCCKKKKK!!!!!_____"
JM: Daniels just stumbled right into the chair shot that was destined
for Gavin Cassel! Curtis is shocked! Cassel boots him in the gut and
he drops the chair!
"_____CCCCCRRRRRAAAAACCCCCKKKKK!!!!!_____"
[Uh oh Pop!]
JM: Double underhook!!!!!!
"______CRRRRRRRAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSH____"
JM: CHERRY POP DRIVER NUMERO DOSE ON A FREAKING STEEL
CHAIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Joshua Curtis is OUT! Cassel collapses into a
cover!
ONE !!!
NOOOOOO!!!
TWO !!!
NOOOOOOOO!!!
JM: DARK SOUL IS STIRRING!!! CAN HE MAKE IT IN TIME!?!?!?!
THREE !?!?!
DING!!!! DING!!!
[HEEEEEEEEEEEL POP!!!
JM: CASSEL PULLED IT OUT!! JUST BARELY!! I HAVE TO WONDER HOW MUCH HE
WILL HAVE LEFT FOR THE DOUBLE CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH!! WHAT A MAIN EVENT!!
[Cassel almost right away rolls out of the ring with one arm up and
the other arm across the back of his head and neck area.]
JM: Cassel is stumbling backwards and leans against the guard rail but
he has done it!! All four of these guys are looked at as huge players
going forward into the PVW but tonight Gavin Cassel was the better
man!
[Dark Soul is the next to roll out. You can see the frustration
across the fan favorites face. His fist are clinched as he begins to
back up the aisle way glaring down at the double rings of chaos.]
JM: Dark Soul came so close. The wrestling veteran could almost
_taste_ it.
[Danny Daniels who has blood seeping from his head after that chair
shot raises his hand stumbling around as if he just won the match.
The referee hands him his Supreme championship title and he thrusts it
in the air as the fans just booooooooooo!]
JM: Umm ... I think Danny Daniels is a bit out of it from that chair
shot. It was full force and it pretty much eliminated the self
proclaimed Supreme champion from the match.
[He mumbles something about - "Gibson Hayes you are next!" as he heads
out of the ring and stumbling up the aisle way. Fans toss half empty
paper cups of soda at him and he stops to yell at the fans.]
JM: Josh Curtis is up... He doesn't look happy. He just realizes that
his chair shot was blocked and he tasted the steel from Gavin Cassel.
He is picking up the chair now ....
[Curtis HURLS it across into the other ring in frustration. He felt
so close ... He could taste the chance to silence Gibson Hayes but the
one man he didn't want to win will be advancing in his spot ....]
JM: Wait a minute what the hell is this!?!
[That crazy female fan that has been cheering this match on just
jumped the barricade! slides under the bottom rope, security just
missing her. Josh is the first to come close and is met with a
superkick!]
"___SMMMAAAAAAAACK___"
JM: A superkick from this crazy lady! What in tar nation is going
on!?! Why isn't security helping! Stopping this attack from this
crazed fan?!
[Curtis is now on his hands and knees, shaking the cobwebs out. The
lady pulls a piece of paper from under her dress and throws it in the
direction of the official. He picks it up taking a look, then back off
as she grabs a mitt full of hair and props Josh on his feet. The
wrestlers telling security to back off.]
JM: What the heck is this all about. That crazed fan just threw
something at the official ... Gavin Cassel won this match but
something bizarre is happening after the match!
[The crazed fans reaches up... and pulls off the blonde wig revealing
shoulder length black hair. The fan takes off the scarf around her
face
revealing that indeed it is a dude, a dude with 48 hour stubble. He
rips off the shawl showing the fully inked arms.]
JM: It's a dude!! Or a really _REALLY_ ugly girl. This still doesn't
explain what is going on here. Josh is basically out on his feet. Is
this guy signed by PVW? Is that why everybody is letting him do this?!
[The guy, stares at the wobbly Josh for a moment, tilting his head
from side to side.]
"_____CCCCCRRRRRAAAAACCCCCKKKKK!!!!!_____"
JM: Oh a big kick in the gut and this stranger has under hooked Josh's
arms ...
[The guy looks around at the crowd before lifting Curtis in the air
and DOUBLE UNDERHOOK SIT-OUT POWERBOMB!!!! He quickly stands to his
feet. Standing over the fallen Josh Curtis, a slight smirk on his
face. Security finally has seen enough and enters the ring. The
stranger holds his arms up, and slides out of the ring. As he walks
by, 'Ice Princess' Amy Curtis slaps him in the face.....]
"___THWWAAAAAAAP___"
JM: He deserved that!!!!
[The stranger smirks at her and grabs her wrists as she winds up
again. She tries to pull away but the stranger hangs on to her wrist,
tilting his head again from one side to the other]
JM: Oh no. I don't like this at all. He is looking at her as if he
means to hurt her as well.
[The stranger grabs her by the hair. The crowd is hot as boos rain
down.]
JM: Somebody get out here and help this poor girl!
[He looks at her then......]
JM: HE JUST PLANTED A BIG LIP LOCK ON THE 'ICE PRINCESS'!!
[The crowd gives a small pop! Amy Curtis pulls away then slaps the
stranger again in the face who just smiles and wipes his mouth. He
walks backwards up the ramp, pushing his hair out of his sober looking
face. He turns and exits through the curtains.]
JM: I have no idea what transpired here. But he must be a signee of
PVW to be allowed to attack Josh Curtis and man handle the 'Ice
Princess' the way he did! Hopefully we will get more information on
this. Josh Curtis, now being helped up by security as his sister looks
very concerned for the well being of her sibling.
[HUUUUUUGE I CAN HEAR YOU THROUGH THE STREETS OF VEGAS POP!!!!!]
JM: The fans are cheering because we are _minutes_ away from 8 PM EST
... My time on Strickland Sports Network is done ... However if you
haven't already _ORDER_ Boiling Point ... It will be the best damn
show of your LIFE!!!!!!
[With that we fade to darknes ...]
"And then there where two"
[A bag of gear lies open, contents strewn across a wooden bench. The
camera swings to the right and Chase Williams is seated just off the
end of the bench, in a steel chair and passing a roll of tape from
hand to hand. He smirks.]
"One man the chosen, the once and future king. The other an impostor,
a fraud, the false prophet. But we've been over this. How many
different ways can I proclaim I will rip out Rob Coles innards and
jump [beeping] rope with them in the name of the PVW Heavyweight
championship? I'll be honest. I've grown tired of talking about the
fun I'm going to have. Now all thats left is to do it."
[He reaches down and begins lacing an untied boot while he continues.]
"Thats it Rob. All I have left do do, is beat you. I know people think
I can't do it. I'm not sure why, I've done it twice before and am the
only guy in Phoenix to do it. Yet people still doubt. Thats cool, I
don't win championships for the [beeping poeple. Those are all
mine....
[Pause, Wink. What did the five fingers say to the face?]
"and in this case, you're families I guess eh Robbie?"
[SSSSAAAALLLLAAAAPPPP!!!! Heh.]
'"Cause Mr. Three for Three on Pay Tee Vee is one gracious SOB, and
the dedication of the hospital stay of Cole goes to one Ylanna. But
seriously, Anybody else realize yours truly has been in _every_ Pay
Per View Main Event this company has had? You could count Blood Bowl
too, and that just proves my point even further."
[Glare.]
"I am the _best_. Not good. Not better than most. The _best_. Cole can
fool himself into believing whatever drivel he drools out, hell even
most of his opponents start to believe his hype, and thats where the
trouble begins. For them anyway. For me, a guy like Rob Cole is just
another day at the office. Sure, he tries to look scary, and act
tough, and he yells a lot to get his point across, but he's an
insecure punk."
[he spits.]
"Just like when the Underground stomped him, then Shakur, and Trey -
they all knew your secret didn't they Cole? The chink in your armor.
two victories over you I must be your Achilles heel eh Robbie? But I
don't need to pray on your weaknesses _kiddo_. I just do that for fun.
Because tormenting your fragile little mind gives me pleasure. It
makes me and my friends laugh to watch you dance around like a
[beeping] puppet Rob, so keep dancing, but in the end, its all for
nothing."
"Selling your soul, cashing in -"
[He shakes his head in disgust as he pauses.]
"Is only going to get you _second_ place. The first loser. But thats
gonna be the name of you're autobiography huh kiddo, "The First
Loser". Its fits you real nice."
[He switches to the other untied boot.]
"Its almost over Rob. Soon the blood will flow, the guts will be
strewn across the arena and people will watch to of the most violent
people in this business do what they do better than everybody else.
CRUSH, KILL AND DESTROY!!
[He rises out of the chair to his hulking 6'8" frame towers over the
camera.]
"Bones will be snapped, skulls will be fractured, it will be like
Hiroshima, but the A-bombs will be in the ring. Hee hee. Cole talks of
blood, of monsters, of fire, and misery and darkness... Like he truly
knows any of these. but I will show him, the blood from his own veins!
His intestines! Maybe a splinter of bone? Who knows? Anything can
happen when the pyschopath's are let loose upon one another. Upon the
masses for that matter.
[He stops and sighs, exasperated.]
"I could go on for hours, the poetry that my forthecoming destruction
of Rober Cole would allow. But I digress. The time has come,all that
is left is to truly see, who will be the last man standing."
[He crosses his arms, staring coldly into the camera.]
"Let loose the dogs of War..."
[Fade to the PVW / SSN logo ...]
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Credits:
Brian: Jokers Wild v. Masked Maniac & "Big" Gene Gaines
Tommy: Baldursson v. von Donkerhardt
Dan: Joshua Curtis v. Dark Soul v. Gavin Cassel v. Danny Daniels
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