Damage Control - August 28th 2009
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[Black. Suddenly a wipe effect creates a black rectangle that
shrinks, getting smaller and shaking around unpredictably to cover a
stripper's most intimate bits. That's right, it's a censor bar. The
exotic dancer, herself, could possibly be pretty, it's just near
impossible to tell with the weird, smoky lighting. At least,
she's mobile, lithe and flexible, bending back to offer the pair of
Masked Maniac and Big Gene Gaines a spectacular view of an even bigger
black rectangle.
And yes, they can _probably_ see the real thing and not black bars.
Duh. You might also wonder why Masked Maniac's still wearing his mask
... and that is an excellent question.]
GG: Ohhh yeah, now this is why I got into the biz.
MM: Woot! I... Boobies are more interesting when you're hammered.
GG: Remember, you're covering me here. Still haven't forgiven you for
almost burning me alive.
MM: Yeah, uh, what's a little fire between friends?
GG: Still deadly ... retard.
[As legs were in the process of being tantalizingly split open, a man
interjects himself, stepping in front of the dancer. Jeans, red and
gold striped shirt under a hooded, orange raincoat, the man is
dripping wet, like just came in from a storm. Temporarily deprived of
some pleasing visuals, Big Gene acts, and pushes the man away.]
GG: Hey! Yo man, get down in front!
[The hooded man grabs the bigger Gaines by the wrist, extends his
victim's arm as he kicks him in the gut, strikes Gene's face with his
free hand, then, somehow, knocks down a nearby table by flipping the
big man over in a rolling armbar.]
GG: What're, ow! She's--ACK!
Man: Did you say my Momma goes down?
GG: Whose momma? What's going on!? Maniac! Help!
Man: Ma mère était une Sainte! I SAID MY MOTHER WAS A SAINT! For she
gave birth to an immortal, the one _the only_ "the Everlasting" PERRY
_FONTANA_!
[Spit rains down on Gaines' face as he energetically taps.]
GG: OW! I only speak English! Stop spitting on me! MANIAC!
[Maniac, sipping on an odd, tall stemmed glass of pastel green liquor
taps a bizarre, handled piece of sheet metal that vaguely resembles a
spoon against it.]
MM: Hm? Gene? Why are you horizontal? Hey, who's this guy?
PF: You might know me as "il Eterno."
MM: Is that anything like Il Divo?
GG: Uh, like, can I have my rotator cuff back? I'll be your friend!
PF: "Canada's Own" Perry Fontana?
MM: Poffo?
PF: "Figlio favorito dell'Italia?"
GG: I really can't overstate the pain I'm currently in. Also, the
buzz from the champaign I drank is wearing off.
MM: I think I saw that on Olive Garden's menu. Still had the chicken
crostada, mind you.
PF: "The Ultimate Armbar Innovator?" "La fierté du Québec?"
MM: Is your first name Randy? No, wait ... Lanny?
GG: I'm forgetting what it feels like to not be in pain. Blacking out
would be preferable.
PF: "Deathless" Perry Fontana? Perry, "le PHENIX" _FONTANA_!!!"
[More spit rains down on Big Gene's face.]
GG: OW! Why does your spit burn my eye!
PF: We both wrestled in last week's Five Man Scramble, and I WON IT BY
KICKING ALL OF YOUR ASINI PATETICI!
MM: Wait, what? Was I in a match?
GG: Maniac! Please! Tell him to let go! I don't think he can hear
me!
PF: I knocked out the lucky ones, and AMPUTATED COX!
MM: Wow, guess I'm lucky ... I still have mine. Wait, lemme make
sure. Yup.
GG: Ha! Ha! - Ouch! OUCH!
PF: WE... have a wrestling match. YOU... are in a STRIP CLUB! A strip
club in BARBERTON! I've seen 'em dance in Genova, I've seen 'em dance
in Osaka, and I can tell you this: few places have uglier strippers
than Barberton, Ohio.
MM: Yeah, but y'know what makes 'em look good? Absinthe. Actually,
Mr. Poffo ... you're starting to look good about now...
GG: For the love of GOD!
PF: GOD DOESN'T EXIST! And if he did, he'd currently be bending your
arms backwards.
GG: Oh no ... it doesn't hurt anymore. What does that mean? WHAT
DOES THAT MEAN!?
PF: We have a match, Masked Maniac. A match against Tommy Ryder and El
Outlaw LOCO.
MM: Hrm. Interesting theory.
PF: It's a SUPERB opportunity to tear off their arms before Shattered
Dreams. Climbing ladders becomes difficult when you're an arm short.
MM: Ladder? We fixin' a roof?
GG: You know, this wouldn't suck as much if I could at least see the
damn strippers from down here.
PF: Shattered Dreams. LADDER MANIA! PVW Network Title!
MM: Oh yeah, that title I won but the other guy kept for some reason.
I pinned that Supermega*BLEEP*tard y'know.
PF: Is that a joke? I don't know who _you_ had to bribe to get into
Ladder Mania, and I'd like to know who Tommy Ryder a du sucer to earn
the same PRIVILEDGE! Only ONE MAN qualified to be a part of Ladder
Mania. ME! "the Everlasting" PERRY _FONTANA!_ The man that tricked
Death into licking a frozen stop sign not once, not _twice_, but
SIX...
GG: EXCUSE ME! I've been tapping for five minutes, can you let go
before I suffer some permanent damage of some kind?
PF: ...TIMES! El Outlaw LOCO won't be devaluing the PVW Title for much
longer.
MM: Ohhh ... you had to do something special to get in, huh? Well,
sucks to be you. That Supermega*BLEEP*tard, AKA Outlaw LOCO though
... he's a champion like three inches is a foot. Only if you're
talking about a baby ... y'know, 'cause their feet are small?
GG: OK, Ok, ok. I admit it, I touched the girl. But she said she was
nineteen, I swear she did! Damned ringrats!
PF: You talk like you're alive, yet you sound like you're brain dead.
Still, even YOU wouldn't be as big of a joke of a champion as El
Outlaw LOCO is.
MM: I disagree. I'm much funnier than LOCO ... especially when drunk
on Absinthe. Want some, by the way? It's Opium-alicious!
[For a second, it looks like Fontana could accept the offer. Then, he
resumes his train of thought instead.]
PF: There is no GREATER PAGLIACCIO in PVW than El Outlaw LOCO!
MM: No! I'm greater than he is!
PF: Pagliaccio means buffoon.
GG: ... And one time, I actually lifted money out of the Church's
collection basket...
MM: Hrm. Buffoon ... like buffalo meets baboon?
PF: No. But El Outlaw LOCO can not be allowed to retain the PVW
Network Title at Shattered Dreams.
MM: Excellent. Hey, here's an idea. How about we make sure one of us
wins? We'll be fair about it, and flip a coin to see who wins?
GG: ... I wanted a popsicle!
[Abruptly standing up, Fontana releases poor Gene Gaines' arm.]
GG: Oh, thank you. Oh ... I can't move it. Ow. Gonna lay here for a
little while yet.
PF: For once, cousin, it's like you're READING my MIND!
MM: It's the absinthe. Here, I have in my pocket a 1898 Barber Half-
Dollar coin, ready for the flipping.
PF: That's not a coin, that's a coaster.
MM: I have no idea what that means. Anyway, call it in the air.
PF: Wait! How do I know there's even a tails side to it?
MM: Fine! You get heads!
[Flip. Loud thunk on the table.]
MM: Crap. I lose. Didn't see that one coming.
PF: I did. They say luck favours the Gods...
MM: Yyyeah, y'know, the Beatles talked like that back in the 1970's,
and, uh, long story short, somebody killed John Lennon.
PF: That's because John Lennon didn't dip Death's suppositories in
Tabasco sauce not once, not _twice_, but SIX! TIMES!!!
MM: Impressive. Still ... it'd suck for my new friend to get gunned
down by, say, that conceal-and-carryin' bouncer next to the front
door. Say there Thor, aren't you due back in Valhalla or ... Asgard
or somethin'? Phoo. Losin' my buzz now too. Time to suck down more
poppy liquor...
PF: Forget la liqueur de pavots, cousin. If you want to make good on
that coin toss, it'd be better if you could walk down the aisle
without tripping in the barriers.
MM: Yes, yes. I'll be sober (forallyouknow) on the night in question
(whatevernightthatis), and in exchange for my assistance in your
victory, all I ask is the first shot at that title.
[Fontana examines Masked Maniac like the man wouldn't be much of an
upgrade over El Outlaws LOCO. That, or he might be calculating the
odds of Masked Maniac being able to win a title match.]
PF: Hmm. Cousin... YOU'VE GOT A DEAL!!!
[Uncomfortable pause. Clouds of misty spittle gently float to the
floor. Maniac's dark eyes flit from side to side as he stirs a little
something extra into another dose of his (illegal?) drink. Clearing
his throat, he stares at Fontana for a moment, then speaks, a confused
tone marring his voice.]
MM: So, okay, there's a guy over there that said you're not a god and
something nasty about your momma. You should explain to him why he's
wrong...
PF: Cousin, ya un crétin a mes pieds. I said there's a guy laying on
the ground at my feet. If you're not ready to wrestle in an hour, you
don't want to explain to him why you're laying next to him with ONE
ARM MISSING!!
[Deliberately, Fontana wipes the spittle that has accumulated on his
cleft chin with his sleeve.]
PF: I'll see you in an hour, cousin.
[Fontana steps over Big Gene and shoulder tackles an unsuspecting
stripper as he makes his way towards the strip joint's exit.]
MM: I didn't really follow that last part.
[Removing a large wad of small bills from a hip pocket, Maniac chucks
it down onto Gene causing it to explode. Taking a deep swig of
Absinthe, he reclines, then calls out to the strippers.]
MM: Hey, ladies ... check it out! This dead body's covered in cash!
[A sudden flurry of movement, and Gene's covered in hot-bodied and
well-censored girl flesh. Gene's giant arms and long legs flail
weakly as he shouts with glee!]
GG: Whoo! Backstage pass! You're the best, Jack!
MM: Yes, I know, and ... uhm, let's limit the dialogue to stage names,
mmkay? The corporation owns you.
[Maniac reclines, drinking even more as Gene is possibly being
cannibalized by a dozen nubile young girls and naked cougars. A deep
sigh, and Maniac closes his eyes and falls asleep, dies or maybe he's
just relaxing. It's hard to tell. The screen goes black, simple white
text fading in:]
Strickland Sports Network is proud to Present...
Music:
#YEAAAH!
#The world is my expense
#The cost of my desire
#Jesus blessed me with its future
#And I protect it with fire
#So raise your fists and march around
#Dont dare take what you need
#I'll jail and bury those committed
#And smother the rest in greed
#Crawl with me into tomorrow
#Or i'll drag you to your grave
#I'm deep inside your children
#They'll betray you in my name
[Highlights of Nick Wright sailing over the top rope to cruse Laurel
Levinger flash up on the screen, followed by Rob Cole landing punch
after punch onto the unprotected head of "The One" Brian Young.]
#Hey!
#Hey!
#Sleep now in the fire
[William Craven (as Major Damage) plants Rick Marley across the steel
stairs with a Thunder Melter. Gibson Hayes blinds the Dragon Kid with
a handful of salt to the eyes.]
#Hey!
#Hey!
#Sleep now in the fire
[Larry Gionet exchanges punches with Ronan Benedict. Shadoe Rage
piledrives Judd Marley through a table.]
The lie is my expense
The scope with my desire
The party blessed me with its future
And i protect it with fire
I am the nina, the pinta, the santa maria
The noose and the rapist, the fields overseer
The agents of orange
The priests of hiroshima
The cost of my desire
Sleep now in the fire
[The Mercenary gets nailed by various members of Widowmakers Inc. as
they fire him. Chase Williams stretches Caleb Foley's arm, making him
cry and tap out in front of his dying father.]
Hey!
Hey!
Sleep now in the fire
[Livestock and Gutch jump Rob Cole together in the ring. Randy Acorn
poses at the top of the entryway to the ring with a smirk on his
face.]
Hey!
Hey!
Sleep now in the fire
[Xavier Feyr plants Tommy Ryder with his Purge elevated DDT. Vandal
Gomez nailing Will Geddings with a fireball to the face.]
For it's the end of history
It's caged and frozen still
There is no other pill to take
So swallow the one
That makes you ill
The nina, the pinta, the santa maria
The noose and the rapist, the fields' overseer
The agents of orange
The priests of hiroshima
The cost of my desire
Sleep now in the fire
YEAAAH!
[Rick Marley flies through the air, crushing Tucson Kid's head between
the steel chair under Marley's leg and the metal briefcase he was laid
out on.]
Sleep now in the fire!
Sleep now in the fire!
Sleep now in the fire!
Sleep now in the fire!
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[The camera cuts to a modern-looking set, a metal-heavy desk sitting
in the middle of the floor with the words "Damage Control" in large
block letters with a TV screen embedded into the first "O".
Sitting in the midst of the set is the lone figure of long time
wrestling announcer Joshua Morgan. The thin, pale skinned dark haired
reporter is wearing an expensive black suit with a blue shirt and
black tie, his arm sits in a sling as he recovers from the onslaught
from Spectre. He sits reading from his notes in front of him for a
moment before looking up into the camera.]
JM: We are less than a month away from the biggest event of the year!
Two nights ... Two countries ... Four titles and sixteen matches!
Only PVW is capable of pulling something of this magnatude off and at
Shattered Dreams we will do just that!
[Joshua Morgan shuffles through the notes infront of him.]
JM: Tonight we have four matches lined up for you. The youngster
Scott Nielsen. The 23 year old youngster out of Portland, Oregon has
been granted a win and your on the PPV match.
[On the big screen behind Morgan clips of the youngsters time in HUGE
plays.]
JM: With a life long goal to make it in wrestling. He finally has
that chance. Next up we have a tryout for the young up and coming
Scott Nielsen. This kid has been sending in tapes and contacting PVW
offices for months. He never gave up and tonight his persistence has
paid off.
[Fans boo loudly as "Mean" Ed Green steps between the ropes and gives
the ol' fans the thumbs down.]
JM: It's been awhile since we've seen Ed Green in a PVW ring. Tonight
he looks to crush Nielsen's dreams before they can even be shattered.
[The house lights fade to darkness...]
TEN-HUUUUUUN
[And, with that, the martial chanting of Kanye West's "Jesus Walks"
fills the arena while several single white spotlights drift around,
fleetingly casting the rabid PVW fans in their glow.]
We at war.
We at war with terrorism... racism... and, most of all, we at war with
ourselves.
JESUS WALKS!
[As the song launches into all its bombastic hip-hop glory, red, white
and blue pyro erupts from the entrance portal as Scott Nielsen
emerges; one arm raised and head bowed in focused concentration as he
takes pause at the top of the entrance ramp.]
God show me the way cause the Devil's tryin to break me down
JESUS WALK WITH ME!
[Decked in his usual ring attire of full-length black trunks with
black boots and elbow-pads finished with red detailing, the spiky-
haired 23 year old high-flyer begins to make his way to the ring.
Walking with a distinct purpose, Nielsen keeps his intense brown eyes
locked on the ring, ignoring the extended arms of the PVW fans either
side of him.]
HD: Making his way to the ring, weighing in at 225lbs and hailing from
Portland, Oregon is...
...Scooooooooooooott Nielsen!
The only thing that I pray is that my feet don¡¦t fail me now.
[As he reaches the ring, Nielsen forgoes the steel steps and hops
straight up onto the apron and then, without missing a beat, Nielsen
swings through the ropes and into the squared circle. Standing in the
centre of the ring, Nielsen breaks his focus for a brief moment and
looks out over the sea of people surrounding the ring waiting to be
entertained. As he contemplates this and what it means to him, a small
smile plays over his fresh-face and he nods; a mixture of pride and
satisfaction all at once.]
I wanna talk to God but I'm afraid cause we ain't spoke in so long
[Nielsen regains his composure like a light snapping on. He claps his
hands and moves straight to his corner and bows his head for a brief
second before crouching down on the turnbuckles and turning his
determined brown eyes to the entrance and the man who will come out
tonight to test his mettle.]
JM: From the clips I have seen the guys skill set it pretty
impressive, but how he will fair on the big stage in front of so many
fans it's yet to be seen.
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Scott Nielsen v. Ed Green
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*DING!* *DING!* *DING!*
JM: There is the bell and Ed Green takes advantage and jumps Nielsen
from behind.
[Green hammers down on Nielsen in the corner then whips him off into
the other corner, nailing a big clothesline. Green then whips Nielsen
into the opposite corner and charges after him for another attack but
the newcomer throws his legs into the air and rolls Green up with a
sunset flip!]
ONE !!!
TWO !!!
JM: Green storms out with a kick out! Both men are quickly back up
and Nielsen locks Green in an arm wrench then gave him a stiff side-
kick to the mid-section doubling him over.
[Nielsen takes advantage and locks Green and lifts him into a dragon
suplex.]
"___THUUUUUD___"
JM: Beautiful Dragon Suplex by Nielsen and he hooks the leg!
ONE !!!
TWO !!!
... "Mean" Ed Green kicks out with authority.
[Nielsen begin's to work over Green with a series of strikes turning
it into a Enzuiguri! Nielsen quickly shows off his mat wrestling
skills by locking Green into a figure four leglock. Green was able to
reach the ropes and force a break. Nielsen brought the bigger man to
his feet but Green began to no-sell his strikes and even his dropkick,
which merely sent him down to the mat for two seconds. Green then came
back countering a running clothesline with a full nelson slam. Green
then stomped several times on Nielsen which sent him crawling over to
the corner for some sanctuary but there, Green would only choke him
with his boot.]
JM: Ed Green showing some aggression taking it out on the newcomer.
Green setting Nielsen up for a big bodyslam scooping him up and
slamming him down to the mat weakening the PVW newcomer.
[Green held his arm up telling the fans he was going to hit his
roaring elbow, but of nowhere Nielsen hit a flying forearm taking the
big man down. Nielsen immediately hit a release german suplex. That
led to Nielsen setting Green up and landing another suplex this time a
_Tiger_!]
"___KAAATHUUUUUUUD___"
JM: Scott Nielsen showing off his skills as the fans are getting
behind him! He yanks Ed Green up who is trying to fight back.
Running dropkick stops that!
[The fans are now fully behind Nielsen has he raises his arms pumping
up the crowd. Ed Green stumbles to his feet and Nielsen leaps up
springboarding off the ropes and wraps his legs onto Green's shoulders
and swings back almost right through Green's legs to take it straight
into a roll-up pin!]
JM: The Turning Point!!! The cover!
ONE !!!
TWO !!!
THREE !!!
[WELCOME TO PVW POP!!!]
JM: He did it! He came out here and backed up the months of
persistence. The months of flooding the PVW offices. Scott Nielsen
won his PVW debut and he is headed to Shattered Dreams! Speaking of
the mega event that is quickly approaching us. PVW founder and part
owner, Dex Willingham was in London, England earlier this afternoon as
PVW travels outside the United States for the very first time.
[We cut to a clip from the earlier press conference. Dex Willingham
stands with a big smile on his face.]
DW: We are excited to be bringing Phoenix Valley Wrestling across the
Atlantic and to the great country of England. England has always had
a rich wrestling history and it was the first place we wanted to visit
outside the U.S. I would of never dreamed two years ago as I sat down
and decided to try and bring tradition back to the wrestling world
that I would be standing here in front of all you announcing such a
huge step in our wrestling promotion's history.
[We cut to a-bit later in the Press Conference.]
DW: Why did we keep the Phoenix Valley name as we began to expand
across the whole United States? Well when I sat down and named our
great promotion the Phoenix wasn't just for our home of operation. It
was a symbol of wrestling tradition rising from the ashes. It was
only
fitting that we kept that symbol and tradition we stood for.
[Another shot cut forward.]
DW: We do plan to make London apart of our tour schedule going
forward. We expect to give the great wrestling fans of England as
good if not better show then we have done all across the United
States. With stars like Gibson Hayes, Tom Landis, El Outlaw LOCO, and
many more.
[Cut to Dex's response about Zero Tolerance.]
DW: We felt Zero Tolerance was needed not only to protect the non
wrestling employees, but the wrestling employees themselves. We all
know this is a heated business. Many of personalities are brought
together and expected to coexist in a very aggressive competitive
industry. Throughout wrestling history unneeded injuries happened and
put a lot of men out of work and even ended careers. We knew that
Zero Tolerance would be unpopular by most and there would be stiff
fines and suspensions to follow, but felt this was a step in the right
direction. Do I think it has worked? We knew it would never solve
everything. However if you look over the past few months the amount
of injuries and violence inside the PVW has been at an amazing all
time low for any wrestling promotion statistically. So yes I feel
that Zero Tolerance has done it's job even if many of our active
competitors feel handcuffed.
[Cut a bit forward when Dex is asked about his head of security Jason
Keening.]
DW: When Zero Tolerance was put into effect we knew that there would
be a handful of superstars testing the boundaries and we would need a
strong figure head to lead our Head of Security. Jason Keening has
earned a great deal of respect in and out of this business. I made a
personal decision not to take no for decision. I knew if Zero
Tolerance was going to have any chance of making a long term impact we
would need a honest, respected, and powerful figure head. I think we
can all agree we found our man.
[Finally talk reached the match night one was built around.]
DW: On night one we have the most anticipated match in all of the
wrestling world. For years William Craven and Rick Marley have been
at each others throats. Heck right after the PVW opened it's doors
these two men wasted no time going right for each others jugulars.
Blood was spilled ... Matches were held ... And finally at Shattered
Dreams we will have a finish to _the grudge_ match in our industry.
[A slight pause that is followed by a big Texan grin.]
DW: It doesn't get much bigger and right here in London, England we
will take the Motor City Madman, William Craven and the Widowmakers
Captain, Rick Marley. We will stick them inside PVW's first ever
Steel Cage match! No pinfalls ... No submissions ... The only way a
winner can be crowned is to climb the steel bars and escape the cage.
[A series of applause comes from those in attendance at the ground
breaking announcement.]
DW: No Widowmakers can get involved ... Nobody. Right here in London
we will finally put this war to rest one way or another.
[We cut to Dex Willingham's closing comments.]
DW: We are excited and honored to be a guest in your home country.
We are looking forward to bringing a show that only PVW can offer. A
Network Championship match ... An American Championship match ... And
Craven - Marley locked in a steel cage! What else could you possibly
ask for?
[We cut back to just Joshua Morgan.]
JM: WOW! We knew William Craven and Rick Marley was going to be huge,
but what a blockbuster announcement from the godfather of PVW. What a
night it will be in London, England. However we just kick things off
across the Atlantic. We will have eight matches to go. And one of
those matches will be the return of Unholy War.
[On the TV screen behind Morgan. The eight teams appear that will be
apart of unholy war. Prophets of Rage, Wild Cards, Jokers Wild, Urban
Legend, Made Men, Livestock and Gutch, PAIN, and Canadian Legacy.]
JM: Tonight veteran team of Canadian Legacy steps inside the ring with
the Widowmakers Made Men.
[The dull throb of a single snare drum is heard as the lights dim. Red
and white spotlights shine on the entrance.]
*BRUMP*
*BRUMP*
*BADDABADDABADDABADDABADDA BRUMP*
*BRUMP*
*BRUMP*
*BADDABADDABADDABADDABADDA BRUMP*
HD: Being led to the ring by their manager Don Cameron... Hailing
from River Hebert, Nova Scotia and Montreal, Quebec, Canada
respectively, at a total combined weight of 500 pounds...
...here are Alain McDonald, Marc Denis, otherwise known as "CANADIAN
LEGACY"!
[The last echo of the drum fades out, and then the guitar twang of
"Last American Exit" by The Tragically Hip starts to play, as the boos
pick up quite a bit.]
# You know the reasons I can't conceal #
# You know I'm leaving you obviously know how I feel #
# You know I'm tired of crawling 'hind my name among the crowd #
[Alain MacDonald, Marc Denis and Don Cameron step out onto the ramp,
side by side. Cameron has the gold cane in his right hand.]
# It's not a matter of wrong or right #
# It ain't much better than drinking and looking to fight #
# It's not as easy as calling out your name when I'm down #
[Denis with his brown hair cut short, wears a red and white singlet.
MacDonald, the huge man, wears a pair of red shorts, with white tape
wrapped around each of his wrists. Cameron is in a dark navy blue suit
with a black tie.]
# I'm on the last American exit to the northland #
# I'm on the last American exit to my homeland #
# I'm on the last American exit to my last chance #
# They keep calling out my name - I shout it down #
[Cameron looks towards Denis and MacDonald as his two legacies nod.
Then Cameron lifts the gold cane up and points it towards the ring and
they make their way down, Cameron using the cane to walk. As soon as
they get into the ring, Cameron stands by their corner and nods, a
small smile on his face.]
HD: And their opponents, coming to the ring at a combined weight of
455 pounds and representing Widowmakers Inc...
[Red Hot Chili Peppers' "Johnny Kick A Hole In The Sky" hits the PA
system as the fans begin to boo. Masterson exits backstage and takes
a position in the center of the entrance platform. He looks down, and
raises his fists into the air, accompanied by flashbang-style
pyrotechnics. Behind him, Nick comes bursting onto the entrance
stage. Visibily pumped, he solicit reactions from the crowd. The two
make their way to the ring side by side focused on the task ahead.
Masterson rolls inside the ring rolling his neck as Nick Wright
perches on the nearest turnbuckle, beating his chest.]
HD: ..."Pokerface" Mark Masterson and Nick "Always" Wright... the MADE
MEN!!!
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Tag Team Action:
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Made Men v. Canadian Legacy
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*DING!* *DING!* *DING!*
JM: The bigger men of each team to start. Collar-and-elbow tie-up.
Made Men requested this warm-up match, and if it's a challenge they
want, it's a challenge they'll get from Canadian Legacy. The larger
MacDonald shoves Mark Masterson towards the ropes... He locks in a
side headlock... Switches to a chinlock...
[Indeed, Alain MacDonald is really cranking on Masterson's neck.
Masterson is struggling, but calm. He slips his arm in, forcing a
separation, and pushes MacDonald towards the ropes.]
JM: Alain MacDonald catches Masterson on the rebound with a knee to
the gut...
"___THUDDD___"
... Forearm shot to the back...
"___SMAAACCCKKK___"
... And a _CRACKIN'_ punch that sends the Made Man to the mat!
[A shot of Nick Wright shows that he is livid as he shouts
encouragement at his partner. MacDonald bounces off the ropes again
and teases an elbow drop but Masterson shows awareness still as he
rolls away and pops back to his feet to a polite pop from the crowd.]
JM: The fans may not like either team, but they appreciate that little
exchange. Both men lock up again. Masterson ducks under and attempts a
waistlock takedown but Alain MacDonald will NOT be budged.
[MacDonald grabs hold of Masterson's arms and breaks the waistlock. He
tries to power Masterson in front of him, but this time Masterson
comes back with a forearm of his own.]
JM: Elbow shot from Masterson. Another forearm. MacDonald blocks the
next shot and comes back with one of his own. Look at these two big
men trading blows!
[Masterson's rapid body strikes gets the better of the exchange. He
ducks under for another waistlock.]
JM: Back body drop! Blocked by MacDonald. Elbow to the face gives
MacDonald the upper hand. He twists himself around and locks Mark
Masterson in an abdominal stretch.
[Again, Masterson finds himself struggling to break free of
MacDonald's hold but the Canadian Legacy member is just that much
stronger. Masterson reaches out for the ropes but he is nowhere near
any. MacDonald cranks the hold up just that little bit more. On the
outside, Nick Wright looks like he might just lose it, but Masterson
seems unperturbed. With his free hand, he lands a flurry of punches
onto MacDonald's knee. Feeling the pressure ease off, Masterson drops
to one knee and rolls MacDonald over onto his back with a modified hip
toss.]
JM: Masterson drops an elbow onto MacDonald. Pops back up and goes to
town with a series of stomps on the laid out Canadian. Knee drop!
Cover!
[Not even a one count as MacDonald authoritatively pushes the Made Men
member off of him. Masterson goes to the ropes as MacDonald sits up.]
"___KATHUDDD___"
JM: Holy mother of God! Masterson with a hard knee to MacDonald's
face. He drags him towards his corner...
... And tags in Nick Wright!
[Masterson holds down MacDonald's legs as Wright slingshots himself in
and lands another knee to the exposed side of the Canadian Legacy
member. While the referee admonishes Masterson and tries to get him to
exit the ring, Nick Wright has his knee laid across MacDonald's throat
while raking MacDonald's face.]
JM: This is the Made Men's idea of a makeover. And a thumb to the eye
for good measure. Which the referee sees.
[Wright just shrugs as the referee takes him to task. MacDonald turns
over and starts to push himself up. Nick Wright sees MacDonald
recovering, moves the official out of the way and comes at MacDonald
with a running kick to the ribs. He hits the ropes and hits MacDonald
with a senton. Popping back up, he shows the fans just how proud he is
of himself.]
JM: Showboating from the cocky youngster. He's begging MacDonald to
get up. Sizing him up for another kick, perhaps this time to the
head... No!
[POP! Yes, Nick Wright tried to punt Alain MacDonald's head like a
football. Unfortunately for him, the big man had enough wherewithal to
hold his arm up in front of it, while swiping at Wright's legs,
sweeping his feet out from under him. Both men scramble to their feet,
with Wright being a couple of steps faster. He bounces off the ropes
again and floats over MacDonald's back on the rebound.]
JM: Jumping shoulder neck breaker! MacDonald shrugs it off.
[Wright hits the ropes again, but gets a knee to the back courtesy of
Marc Denis. Wright spins around with an elbow that knocks Denis off
the apron. Large pop as he turns around and walks right into a massive
clothesline.]
JM: MacDonald leveled Nick Wright out with that. It's MacDonald's turn
to punish the Made Man. A series of kicks and stomps to the youngster.
[Nick Wright tries to protect himself, quite unsuccessfully. He
manages to get onto his hands and knees, but MacDonald wraps his arms
around Wright's waist and lifts him with a gutwrench.]
JM: Holy gutwrench powerbomb! Nick Wright is folded in half. Cover!
ONE !!!
TWO !!!
JM: Kickout! MacDonald tags in Marc Denis...
[Nick Wright tries to roll over to his corner but is stopped by Alain
MacDonald. MacDonald pulls Wright to his feet and Irish whips him into
the corner. He then whips his partner towards the corner, who hits
Wright with a running splash. MacDonald follows up with a clothesline
in the corner. A quick cut to Don Cameron shows him telling his men to
stay on Nick Wright and motioning with his gold cane. Mark Masterson
tries to step into the ring but the referee stops him. In the
meantime, the punishment continues. MacDonald picks Nick Wright up and
hits a back breaker. He holds Wright across his knee as Denis goes to
the top rope.]
JM: Decapitation leg drop! I don't think Masterson did his partner any
favors there.
[Masterson looks slightly displeased while Canadian Legacy celebrates
in the ring. Finally, the referee manages to get MacDonald out of the
ring while Denis stays on top of his opponent. He applies an arm
wringer and hits a heel kick. Still holding on, Denis goes behind Nick
Wright, applying a hammerlock. He lifts Wright and brings him back
down with a back body drop.]
JM: Marc Denis maintaining control with a wakigatame armbar. Twists
around and applies an inverted Indian Deathlock.
[Denis pins Wright's crossed legs with one of his knees and reaches
forward, taking Wright's hands in his. He pulls back, applying a
modified surfboard.]
JM: Wright is really being stretched here. Will he give up? After all,
all four men must be thinking ahead to Unholy War. An injury would not
help their chances for the tag team belts at Shattered Dreams.
[Denis releases the hold before we get a chance to find out. He
bounces off the ropes and lands an elbow onto the small of Nick
Wright's back. He pushes him over for the cover...
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THR--
Wright gets a shoulder up. Denis gets back on his feet and hits the
ropes again. This time, however, he picked the wrong side of the ring
as Mark Masterson pulls down the top rope, sending Denis tumbling out
of the ring.]
JM: Masterson with a flying axe handle onto Marc Denis. The referee
yelling at Masterson to get back to his corner.
[We see Masterson step away from the fallen Marc Denis, his hands in
the air as if to say, "I didn't do anything." On the far side of the
ring, Nick Wright has pulled himself up with the help of the ropes. He
looks out at his recovering opponent and looks down the length of the
ring, appearing to consider something big. Masterson, now back in the
corner, thinks he knows what his partner is thinking, starts waving
his hands no. We hear him shouting, "WAIT IT OUT!" and motioning for
Wright to take a breather. Wright looks around at the cheering crowd.
A few fans can be heard shouting "DO IT! DO IT!" Nick Wright looks at
his partner who is now wagging his finger at him disapprovingly. A
grin grows on Wright's face as he gives a shrug, takes a running start
and launches himself over the top rope onto Marc Denis who is just
getting to his feet.
HOLY SHIT POP!!!]
JM: PLANCHA SUICIDA! And his hands did not even touch the ropes!
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 ~!!!
[Nick Wright rolls back into the ring, soaking in the chant.
Meanwhile, Mark Masterson has his face buried in his hands. It's Alain
MacDonald's turn to try to step into the ring, only to be stopped by
the official. Masterson motions Wright over for the tag.]
JM: Mark Masterson drops immediately to the floor. Nick Wright, still
in the ring, taunts MacDonald. The two try to get at each other, with
the referee in the middle.
[On the outside, we see Masterson tackle Marc Denis back first against
the ring apron. He then picks him up around the waist and smash him
against the ring post. For good measure, Masterson drops Denis face
first onto the apron. A shot of Don Cameron desperately waving his
cane to get the referee's attention, shouting at MacDonald to do
something.]
JM: Cameron is fuming, but wisely stays behind the red line. Finally,
Masterson rolls Marc Denis back into the ring.
[By this time, the referee has some form of order restored. Nick
Wright exits the ring while Mark Masterson goes for the cover.]
ONE !!!
TWO !!!
THRE-
[KICKOUT POP!]
JM: Marc Denis still has some life in him. Masterson back to his feet.
He's signaling the end.
[Masterson is also urging Denis to get up, while he moves closer to
his corner, reaching out for a tag. Nick Wright tags in, just as Marc
Denis turns around and gets throttled by the larger Masterson. Wright
climbs to the top rope as Masterson, with his back to his corner,
lifts Denis up in a two-handed choke.]
JM: The referee's starting to count Masterson out...
[Just as Wright leaps off the top rope with a lariat that brings Marc
Denis crashing down to the mat.
FINISHA POP!!!]
JM: THE UNMAKING!!! COVER!!!
[Masterson cuts off Alain MacDonald, who looked like he was about to
enter the ring, and elbows him off the ring apron.]
ONE !!!
TWO !!!
THREE !!!
JM: And the Made Men gain momentum going into Shattered Dreams while
Canadian Legacy do not look pleased!
[Well, Don Cameron and Alain MacDonald do not look pleased. Marc Denis
just looks like he just had the wind knocked out of him. Masterson and
Wright celebrate with their hands raised, basking in whatever love
this crowd has for them. MacDonald pulls his partner out of the ring,
while Cameron shakes his cane at the Made Men. In response, they
motion with their hands around their waist, miming wearing the tag
team gold.]
JM: Yes, folks, the Made Men would definitely love to bring the tag
team belts to the Widowmakers Inc. dressing room come Shattered
Dreams. Both teams will be a part of Unholy War, along with six of
PVW's finest tag teams, including the champs Urban Legend.
[Cut to the jobber locker room.]
Brian Masters: Has anyone seen my wrist tape? I could've sworn I left
it on the bench.
[Freddy Travis comes into the camera shot, tape covering his whole
body]
Travis: I am the MUMMY!
[Masters looks up at the Kid.]
Masters: Damnit Freddy, you owe me a new roll of tape.
[Andy Action and Paul Packed come into view taped up the same way.]
Action & Packed : WE ARE THE MUMMY!
[Masters shakes his head.]
Ed Green: Geez Masters, how much tape do you bring with you to the
arena?
Masters: Not enough apparently.
[The locker room door slams open, and the camera quickly pans over.]
Masters: Could this day get worse?
[El Outlaw LOCO stands in the doorway, the PVW Network title wrapped
around his waist, his arms raised high in the air, posing.]
Action & Packed : Hello Mr. LOCO!
Travis: HI LOCO!
[LOCO puts down his arms and walks into the room.]
LOCO: Hello mi amigos.
Masters: Not in this lifetime.
LOCO: El Outlaw LOCO has decided to visit his little [senal] amigos.
I know, I know, it's been too long.
Masters: Can you make it longer?
[LOCO ignores the comments.]
LOCO: Mi amigos, I am looking for Tommy [senal] Ryder. He loses most
of his [senal] matches, so I assume-o that he is a jobber.
[Silence]
Masters: OH COME ON! You did this act when you were tagging up with
Caleb Foley!
LOCO: Perdón compadre, but once again you are mistking me with my
[senal] hero Outlaw. Let me introduce my [senal] self, I am EL Outlaw
LOCO --
Masters: -- WE KNOW --
LOCO: -- The PVW Network Champion. Outlaw is a fantastico man, so i
consider it a [senal] compliment to be compared to him.
[Masters shakes his head in defeat.]
Travis: Uh, Mr. LOCO, a question. Why is it that Masked Maniac gets
to be in a ladder match for your title, but none of us get that
chance?
LOCO: That's a bueno question. But El Outlaw LOCO does not have a
[senal] answer. Week after week after [senal] week, I beat him out
there in that [senal] ring-o, and the powers that be keep putting him
out there to [senal] lose again. The pobre guy.
Travis: So basically if I keep losing I'll get a title shot one day?
LOCO: If you follow the Enmascarado Maniac's [senal] way of doing
things, you'll get many [senal] title matches.
[Travis smiles proud of himself.]
Action & Packed: We have a question.
LOCO: [senal] do you guys always hablar at the same time?
Action & Packed: No!
[LOCO just stares at them, unsure if they're crazier than he is.]
Action & Packed: So when will you take off the mask to show the world
you are Outlaw?
[LOCO smiles under his mask]
LOCO: You guys are hilarante! El Outlaw LOCO just [senal] explained
to mi amigo Brian Masters --
Masters [from across the locker room] : I'M NOT YOUR FRIEND!
LOCO: -- that I am not the legendary luchadore Outlaw. I know it's
[senal] complicado to understand the difference between the two of us.
But it is there. Wait, I know someone who can [senal] explain the
difference. Where is El Roberto COLE? He's a [senal] jobber right?
Action & Packed : No. He's the champion.
LOCO: Champion, Jobber.. Really where's the [senal] difference when
talking about El Roberto COLE?
Travis: No sir!
[LOCO pats Travis on the head.]
LOCO: Ok, well, I still need to find my [bleep] partner. So when
Ryder shows up, tell him I'm [bleep] looking for him.
[LOCO leaves the dressing room.]
Action & Packed : did he just say [bleep]?
Travis: I think so. El Outlaw LOCO normally says [senal], not
[bleep].
Action & Packed: Could it mean?
Travis: IT MIGHT!
[Fade back to Morgan.]
JM: El Outlaw LOCO not acting like himself or maybe he is. You never
know with that guy. Tonight he is set to team up in our main event
with Tommy Ryder. We heard earlier from the rabid Canadian Perry
Fontana and his partner of the night Masked Maniac. However first we
still have one more match to go through first.
[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 is instantly hostile as they hear the lyrics of this song.
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
chiseled 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 blond 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, oblivious to
all around him. The crowd reacts negatively to Herscher's entrance.]
#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.]
#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.#
#The last thing I hear is a click.#
[Herscher stands in the ring, holds his arms up high as the fans boo,
jeer and continue to throw debris into the ring until... A few guitar
strums change the mood. "Schism" by Tool is blasted on the Shamrock
Nite Club's PA system, and as the song's momentum builds up, Sinister
makes his entry. Big Daddy Sin walks down the aisle and to the ring,
slapping hands with some fans. With a few gestures, the Chi-town Beast
makes it clear he's here to give Herscher a tough time.
At ringside, he hops onto the apron and turns towards the cheering
fans, raising his fist to bigger applause.]
JM: And this is when von Donkerhardt strikes, a running knee to the
spine while Sinister's back is turned!
[Sinister crashes at ringside. But moments later he's back to his
feet. Angered, he points at Herscher.]
JM: It's on, says Big Daddy Sin, it's on.
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One on One Action:
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Herscher von Donkerhardt v. Sinister
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*DING!* *DING!* *DING!*
[Sinister slides back into the ring, where the Netherlander greets him
with a shower of kicks. The Chi-town Beast is hampered, but he gets up
regardless. Then, he blocks Herscher's left hook, blocks a right, and
finally retaliates with a flurry of punches of his own. He takes a
hold of Herscher's head and...]
JM: A big headbutt sends von Donkerhardt to the mat.
[But Herscher is down for long. Yet, as soon as he gets up, Sinister
picks him up and slams him back down with full force. And when the
Netherlander rises again, he's met with a left knee strike, then a
right, another left knee, and another Muay Thai right knee! The Knees
of Lamentation send Herscher sprawling to the mat and has the fans
rise to their feet with cheers. Sinister keeps his right knee raised
in traditional Muay Thai fashion, and von Donkerhardt looks like he's
out. Sinister attempts a pinfall]
ONE ...
TWO ...
JM: von Donkerhardt kicks out. It might have been too soon to put a
man like von Donkerhardt away, but those Knees of Lamentation still
put Sinister in firm control of this match, early on.
[Big Daddy Sin stomps on his opponent, then picks him up, applies a
facelock and drives him onto the canvas with a DDT. Sinister matter-
of-factly bounces off the ropes, and drops a big elbow on Herscher's
chest. The Netherlander tries to scramble away, but the Chi-town Beast
catches him with a knee to the gut, whips him into the ropes and...
"_BBBBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMM_"
JM: What a spinning spinebuster! The ring almost collapsed!
[Sinister raises an arm, and the crowd chants his name in unison. In
such perfect harmony, in fact, that the fans seem to be a lot more
numerous than they truly are.
SIN-IS-TER!!!! SIN-IS-TER!!!! SIN-IS-TER!!!!
SIN-IS-TER!!!! SIN-IS-TER!!!! SIN-IS-TER!!!!
We may only be in Barberton, Ohio, but it feels like Yankee Stadium
used to in the World Series. Aiming to capitalize on his momentum, the
big Sinister hooks Herscher's leg in a pin attempt.]
ONE ...
TWO ...
Th- Shoulder up!
[Disappointment pop!]
JM: It was close, dangerously close, but von Donkerhardt isn't
throwing the towel. Sinister picks him up now, and... Wow! Look at
that show of strength!
[Sinister has the Netherlander hoisted over his head in a military
press, and as he parades around the ring, carrying the hapless
Herscher, the fans cheer him on with unparalleled enthusiasm. Finally,
Sinister approaches the ropes and sends the submission machine flying
over the top rope and...
"_TTTTTTTHHHHHHHUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDD_ !!!"
... CRASHING TO THE OUTSIDE!!!]
JM: HOLY MOTHER OF GOD!
[HOLY CRAP CROWD POP!]
JM: There may be little mats around the ring, but those things are
thin and hard. Might as well say that von Donkerhardt just fell over
fifteen feet and landed on concrete...
[Or is the Shamrock Nite Club's flooring made of wood? Regardless, the
Netherlander never landed in a safety net.]
JM: It's been all Sinister so far, and after this type of fall, this
match could be over quickly for von Donkerhardt.
[As the referee begins a count, Sinister steps out of the ring,
heading towards his inanimate opponent. He grabs Herscher by the blond
curls, and struggles to lift up the unconscious foreigner. Sinister
aims for the ring post, and whips his adversary towards it...]
"___CRRAAAAAAAAAAAACK___"
[SHOCKED POP!]
"___BROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM___"
JM: HE REVERSED IT! Von Donkerhardt reversed it, and he threw Sinister
into the ring steps!
[The European falls back to his hands and knees, still trying to
recuperate and recollect his wits. Meanwhile, Sinister, in obvious
pain, is clutching his knee, as the referee maintains his count. And
by now, the referee has already reached number...]
FIVE! ...
[The fans are still disappointed by these turns of events, and they
let it know.]
SIX! ...
[Sinister begins to stir, rising to one knee. Fans begin to rally
begin him.]
SEVEN! ...
[Sinister rises, egged on by the crowd's strong show of support. But
almost immediately, his knee buckles under his weight and he collapses
again.]
EIGHT! ...
JM: Oh my! Sinister's knee gave in... and now, von Donkerhardt has
rolled back into the ring. Could it end like this? A count out victory
for von Donkerhardt?
NINE! ...
[In near perfect synchronism, the fans chant Sinister's name as he
rises to his knees again...
SIN-IS-TER!!!! SIN-IS-TER!!!! SIN-IS-TER!!!!
And... TEN! ...
JM: I think he did it! Sinister got back in just in time!
[He did, but Herscher was ready for his arrival. He kicks at his back,
then deftly stomps on the bigger man's knee, then executes a knee
slam. Methodically, Herscher clubs at Sinister's head to stun him a
little, then grabs him in a belly to belly to perform a knee breaker
drop.]
JM: It's unclear whether von Donkerhardt planned this line of offense
beforehand or not, possibly learning of Big Daddy Sin's fragile knee
from allies in the locker room, or even Burning Effect, but it's
becoming quite clear that he now plans on making methodically
dismantling Sinister's knee a key part of his game plan.
"___THUUUUUD___"
"___THUUUUUD___"
"___THUUUUUD___"
[Herscher keeps working on Sinister's knee, and the crowd, as if they
were an orchestra guided by a conductor, unapologetically shouts
mocking chants intended to distract the foreigner.]
DON... KEY ~!!! DON... KEY ~!!!
DON... KEY ~!!! DON... KEY ~!!!
DON... KEY ~!!! DON... KEY ~!!!
[Herscher doesn't like it, but he remains focused on Sinister's
damaged knee. After a few kicks to the Chi-town Beasts's lower thigh,
Herscher drops an elbow on Sinister's knee, only to wrap his arms
around it in a firm inside toe hold right afterwards.]
JM: That's quite a bit of pain for Sinister to endure, now, but he's
not giving up, not with this Ohio crowd's strong show of support.
[Indeed Sinister isn't giving up. He manages to reach for Herscher,
and punch at him until he breaks the hold. The European grappler seems
stunned as Big Daddy Sin begins to rise, but appearances are
deceptive. Sinister's comeback is abruptly halted when von Donkerhardt
tackles the big man's knee.
HEEL POP!
"___THUUUUUD___"
"___THUUUUUD___"
"___THUUUUUD___"
JM: A few more knee drops to Sinister's knee, and there will be no
more knee left to work on. Von Donkerhardt's pulverizing the Chi-town
Beast's joint!
[And now, Herscher goes back to work, wrapping Sinister's leg around
his own, and locking in the figure four. This sends bolts of pain
through Sinister's damaged knee, and Herscher regales himself in
applying as much pressure as he can. The fans harmoniously retaliate.]
DON-KEY SUCKS! DON-KEY SUCKS!
DON-KEY SUCKS! DON-KEY SUCKS!
DON-KEY SUCKS! DON-KEY SUCKS!
[Sinister attempts to muster his energy, now, in order to reverse the
hold. Sensing the need, the crowd, perfectly on cue, changes its tune
accordingly.]
SIN-IS-TER!!! SIN-IS-TER!!!
SIN-IS-TER!!! SIN-IS-TER!!!
[DEFLATED POP!]
JM: A strong show of control, here, von Donkerhardt resists the
counter, and keeps the hold in place! Now, Sinister seeks another
means of escape...
[Resolved and determined, Sinister pushes off the mat, and using only
his upper body strength, drags both himself and his opponent towards
the ropes. He crawls a few inches, and the fans applaud. He progresses
another few inches, and they cheer louder. Now only centimeters away,
he pushes for one last burst, reaching for the ropes...
HE DID IT POP!!!]
JM: Sinister grabs the ropes! That's another advantage to being nearly
seven feet tall. It makes the ropes that much closer. Now von
Donkerhardt is forced to break the figure four leg lock. ... But he
won't let go!
[HEEL POP!]
[Herscher doesn't break the hold - not until the referee reaches the
count of four anyways – he wants to be sure to cause as much damage as
he can. The strategy works in his favor, because while Sinister does
escape, the submission machine remains in control. Herscher pulls at
Big Daddy Sin's leg and wraps it around the nearby second turnbuckle.
With Sinister's joint exposed and locked in place, the Netherlander
begins to unmercifully kick his opponent's leg. And now, von
Donkerhardt climbs up on Sinister's trapped knee, and leans in on it
with all of his weight, even pulling on the top ropes to increase the
pressure.]
JM: After a count of four, the referee forces von Donkerhardt to back
off, thank God. But instead of freeing Sinister from the turnbuckle,
Herscher is attacking Sinister's knee again!
[HEEL POP!]
[Herscher maneuvers himself to apply a leg scissors on Sinister's
exposed knee, conjointly wrapping his legs around the ring post in
order to tighten the grip. Under all the pressure, Sinister can't
repress the howl of pain, and the crowd erupts in louder boos.
Mercifully, the Netherlander is again forced to relent at the
referee's insistent command.]
JM: But von Donkerhardt still doesn't untie Sinister... He kicks at
the exposed knee again!
[The crowd explodes in jeers, and the referee finally physically
pushes the submission machine away so that he can free Sinister
himself.]
DON-KEY SUCKS! DON-KEY SUCKS!
DON-KEY SUCKS! DON-KEY SUCKS!
[Sinister barely manages to struggle to his feet that the Netherlander
is already beelining for him from behind, applying a waistlock for a
Belly to Back Suplex.]
[THE FACE COUNTERS POP!]
JM: Sinister kept his hold on the ropes, and he elbows von Donkerhardt
on the nose!
[The Netherlander clutches his face, which lets Sinister strike him in
the gut, then apply a deft front face lock. Big Daddy Sin hoists his
opponent up in a delayed vertical suplex and...
JM: HIS KNEE GAVE IN!
[DISAPPOINTEMENT POP]
[Herscher lands on his feet behind the towering Sinister, and wastes
no time in forcefully bringing him down to the mat with a rolling leg
scissor takedown, leaving him in perfect position to apply a crucifix
kneebar. Which, incidentally, is exactly what he does, to the crowd's
dismay.]
DON-KEY-SHAT SUCKS! DON-KEY-SHAT SUCKS!
DON-KEY-SHAT SUCKS! DON-KEY-SHAT SUCKS!
JM: Even though he's obviously in a tremendous amount of pain, you
have to give Sinister credit for not tapping out. Von Donkerhardt has
been relentless, and there's no doubt any lesser man would have given
up by now, but not Sinister.
[Sinister feebly reaches for the ropes, but von Donkerhardt's grip is
too strong; he stubbornly won't let go, even in the face of the
crowd's increasingly complex chants.]
HERRRRR-SHEE DON-KEY-HARD-ON-SUX! HERRRRR-SHEE DON-KEY-HARD-ON-SUX!
HERRRRR-SHEE DON-KEY-HARD-ON-SUX! HERRRRR-SHEE DON-KEY-HARD-ON-SUX!
[The chorus is melodious and intricate, yet surprisingly distinct.
This Barberton crowd is pulling off an impressive feat.]
JM: Von Donkerhardt is unmerciful, and so are these Ohio fans. They've
been coming up with some surprising chants, tonight, the likes of
which I've never heard a crowd spontaneously chant before without
guidance. Unless...
[Yes, Herscher von Donkerhardt has just noticed as well. In the first
row, seated in the crowd, brandishing a sign parodying Obama's "HOPE"
poster and depicting a red, beige and blue donkey with the bold words
"HOLE" underneath, and leading all of the Barberton fans in their
chants like an orchestra leader...]
JM: It's THE MERCENARY! How did I not notice him before? Right there,
in the first row!
[And there's no doubt that Herscher von Donkerhardt just noticed the
very same thing. Due to the surprise, the grip of his kneebar relaxes,
which enables Sinister to suddenly strike his way to freedom.]
"___THWAAACK___"
"___THWAAACK___"
"___THWAAACK___"
[FACE POP!]
[One more elbow strike to the top of the Netherlander's head, and
Sinister brings him up in a front facelock. He lifts him upwards,
attempting another delayed vertical suplex...]
JM: What a show of strength! And this time, Sinister's knee holds.
He's sending a message to von Donkerhardt – He's saying he can take
pain, he can handle his submissions, so bring it on! Although... while
Sinister is putting as little weight as he can on his knee, I doubt
it's a detail Herscher noticed, with his head upside down all this
time.
[Finally, Sinister sends Herscher crashing down to the mat.]
"_TTTTTTTHHHHHHHUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDD_ !!!"
[Led by the Mercenary, the crowd goes wild when Sinister pops back to
his feet, raising a fist before promptly resuming his offense. He
pulls Herscher up, hooks him up, and... ]
"_BRRRAAAAAAAAMMM_ !"
JM: Drills him into the mat with a T-Bone DDT! He hooks the leg for
the count and...
ONE! ...
TWO!! ...
THR – SHOULDER UP!
[DISAPPOINTMENT POP!]
[Sinister takes a moment to massage his knee, looking like he might
consider an alternate strategy. Then, fans massively behind him, he
starts stomping on von Donkerhardt's leg, even though he winces
himself with every strike.]
"_THWAACK_!"
[Big Daddy Sin continues with a lifting leg stomp, then a knee
stretch, leaving von Donkerhardt to roll around in pain, clutching his
own limb. Sinister extends Herscher'S leg with his left arm, then drop
an elbow on it with the other.]
"_THUUUDDD_!"
[Then another...]
"_TTTHHHUUUDDD_!"
[And yet another!]
"_TTTTTHHHHHUUUUUDDDDD_!"
"_TTTTTTTHHHHHHHUUUUUUUDDDDDDDD_!!"
"_TTTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDD_!!!"
[Finally, he firmly grabs Herscher's ankle, applying an ankle lock to
an absolutely MASSIVE FACE POP!]
JM: IT looks like von Donkerhardt's getting a taste of his own
medicine!
[Herscher's reeling in pain, and the boisterous Barberton fans are
loving it. However, in spite of the agony, it appears von Donkerhardt
refuses to let himself be bested in this way. With an arduous
struggle, he manages to turn himself on his back, and kick Sinister in
the knee with his free leg.]
[HEEL POP!]
[As von Donkerhardt rises, Sinister goes down, clutching his leg.
Herscher bounces off the ropes, sending his opponent sprawling to the
mat again with a knee lift. Then, he takes possession of the Chi-town
Beast's leg, applying another toe hold, this time a toe hold of the
step-over variety.]
[HEEL POP!]
JM: And the wind turns again!
[Toe hold locked in, the European grappler uses the opportunity to rub
some salt in the wound by condescendingly slapping at Sinister's head
to a even bigger HEEL POP!]
JM: He's signaling The Mercenary, telling him that's the kind of
treatment he has in store for him come Shattered Dreams! At least,
that's the TV friendly version. But maybe von Donkerhardt shouldn't
have done that...
[When Herscher finally seeks to complete his submission by adding a
face lock and double arm lock to it, Sinister resolutely fights back,
powering his way out of the hold, forcing the break! Herscher kicks at
his opponent again and again, but Sinister blocks and, once back on
his feet, ultimately catches the Netherlander who never landed the
final kick by the leg. With a limb in Sinister's arms, to the crowd's
delight, von Donkerhardt is in a compromising position!]
KICK – HIS – DON – KEY! "_Clap-clap-clap!_"
KICK – HIS – DON – KEY! "_Clap-clap-clap!_"
KICK – HIS – DON – KEY! "_Clap-clap-clap!_"
[Guessing who came up with that chant isn't so difficult...]
"_SSSMMMAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCKKK!!!_"
[Sinister gives the fans what they wan, forcefully kicking Herscher
down. Then, still holding his opponent's ankle, he drops yet another
elbow to the leg. Finally, Big Daddy Sin wraps Herscher's leg around
his shoulder to apply a kneeling racked leg lock submission!]
JM: Here's Sinister saying "I'll see your toe hold, and raise you a
leg lock!" He may be a submissions specialist, but von Donkerhardt
clearly isn't PVW's only athlete well versed in submissions.
[However, after a great struggle, Herscher von Donkerhardt does manage
to grab the nearest rope, forcing Sinister to let go of the
submission. Swiftly, Herscher rolls under the bottom rope and out of
the ring, to take a breather, re-evaluate his strategy. Both men
massage their respective legs, sizing each other up.]
JM: We've come to a standstill!
[As the referee begins to count out Herscher, the Netherlander notices
a rival out of the corner of his eye, and takes a few steps to
confront the Mercenary. They come face to face, angered, muttering
taunts and threats, separated by only inches, and moments away from a
physical confrontation. Only Zero Tolerance Policy handcuffs them,
prohibiting them from engaging in the fight the fans want to see. It's
an unstable moment of tense menace, punctuated by the referee's count,
now at...
EIGHT! ...
[Snapping out of the distraction, Herscher turns back towards the
ring, and into a massive lariat by Sinister!]
"_TTHHHUUUUUDDD!_"
[MASSIVE POP!]
NINE! ...
[In the nick of time, Sinister throws his adversary back into the
ring, following after him. As Herscher rises, Sinister greets him with
a powerful back elbow smash, and before von Donkerhand can crumple
down to the mat, Big Daddy Sin puts him in a standing headscissors
instead. He signals for the Chi-Town Massacre, and the fans
explode!]
JM: It could be over right here!
[Sinister hoists up his opponent, but before he can throw him
downwards, Herscher rolls off Big Daddy Sin's shoulders and lands
behind him!]
[DISSAPOINTED POP!]
[From behind, Herscher quickly grabs one of Sinister's arm and hooks
it behind his back while simultaneously wrapping his other arm around
the bigger man's neck...
JM: Birth of Tragedy... ? NO!
[Before Herscher can lift his victim, Sinister counters, bending
forward, lifting his opponent himself, then quickly stumble backwards
to crush von Donkerhardt in the ring corner!]
[HUGE FACE POP!]
[With Herscher slumped in the corner, Sinister turns towards him, and,
standing on one leg, he kicks one knee...]
"_THWACK_!"
[Then the other... ]
"_TTHHWWAAAACCKK_!!"
[... A kick the midsection...]
"__THWOOOCK__!"
[... And a last one to Herscher's head!]
"_FFFWWWWAAAAPPPP_!!!"
JM: CHAMBER KICK OF AGONY!!!
[MASSIVE FACE POP!]
[As Herscher crumples down, unconscious, Sinister remains standing on
one leg, the other still extended. Then, slowly, he lowers his... No!
His knee buckles again!]
JM: Sinister sacrificed the health of his own leg to put von
Donkerhardt away, but was the toll too high?
[Carried by the vivacious crowd, Sinister slowly pulls Herscher
towards the center of the ring, in spite of the pain. Once in
position, he collapses over Hercher's supine form and hooks his leg.]
ONE! ...
TWO!! ...
THRE- NO! Herscher's foot is on the rope!
[BIG BUMMER POP!]
JM: I think Sinister would have gotten the win right there, had he
been able to pull von Donkerhard farther away from the ropes!
[Sensing that his opponent is all but ripe, Sinister throws von
Donkerhardt into the ropes, bending at the knees to aim for a flap
jack on the rebound... but Herscher counters Sinister's Sadistic Ride
with a knee lift!]
JM: Donkerhardt slipping behind Sinister, attempting another Birth of
Tragedy...
"__BROOOMMM__!"
[FACE POP EXPLOSION!]
JM: Sinister counters with a falling neck breaker, out of nowhere!
[Extenuated, Sinister covers his opponent...]
ONE! ...
TWO! ...
THR- SHOULDER UP!
[DOWNER POP!]
JM: I thought it was it this time!
[Sinister sighs in frustration, then, undeterred, pulls up his
opponent by the arm. But suddenly, Herscher tugs at Big Daddy Sin's
arm, wraps it around his neck, and takes down the Chicago native with
an arm trap neckbreaker!]
"___THUUUUUD___"
[The Netherlander crawls over Sinister's body, and the referee begins
the count...
ONE! ...
TWO! ...
THR- KICKOUT! WITH AUTHORITY!
[MEGA-FACE POP!]
[Upset, Herscher slowly rises, pulling up his opponent with him. He
whips Sinister towards the ropes, but Big Daddy Sin reverses and sends
von Donkerhardt running instead! And when the Netherlander rebounds
back, he gets a big boot to the jaw for his trouble!]
"___SSSMMAAAACK___!!!"
SIN-IS-TER!!!! SIN-IS-TER!!!! SIN-IS-TER!!!!
SIN-IS-TER!!!! SIN-IS-TER!!!! SIN-IS-TER!!!!
[The Chi-Town Beast lifts up his opponent again, applies a front
chancery and...
JM: LOW BLOW!
[WHAT A BASTARD HEEL POP!]
[Sinister stumble backwards, grabbing his groin, as Herscher pulls him
into a quick double arm DDT!]
"___CRAAAACK!___"
[Herscher goes for the pin...]
ONE! ...
[He hooks his opponent's leg...]
TWO!! ...
[Then puts his own legs on the turnbuckles for leverage...]
THREE!!!
JM: Did... DID HE KICK OUT? I couldn't tell, it was so close!
[DING! DING! DING!]
JM: AH! YOU'VE GOT TO BE KIDDING! The referee didn't see that?
[The crowd loudly jeers while Herscher rolls out of the ring as fast
as he can, yet can't seem to repress the urge of gloating in the
Mercenary's direction.]
JM: What a gentleman. The Netherlands could not have asked for a worse
embassador than that Herscher von Donkerhardt.
[Things rapidly heat up between the Mercenary and von Donkerhardt, and
insults fly. However, having taken note of the earlier confrontation,
PVW security is now present in large numbers, and fully able to keep
the two enemies separated. As security escorts Herscher away, he still
manages to offer the Mercenary a parting shot.]
HvD: Did you like the dress rehearsal, Mercenary?
[Mercenary is unimpressed, inviting the Netherlander to bring it on,
even while being escorted out himself.]
JM: This is one grudge match we can't afford to miss, as these two
competitors will surely give each other one heck of a fight at
Shattered Dreams.
[We cut to a colorful catholic glass windows. Standing in front of
them is the honorable "Reverend" Julian Caine. He stands with a bible
in hand.]
JC: My good fans of PVW. For months now PVW has lived under the holy
guidance of Zero Tolerance. With the words from our Apostle Jason
Keening we have witnessed a world of competition instead of hatred and
blood shed. However we are being tested.
[The Reverend lowers his head and shakes it slowly.]
JC: We are being tested as wrestling's own antichrist ... The Spectre.
[The Reverend's words come with venom.]
JC: This can't be allowed. Superstars of the PVW you must band
together. You must join forces and make sure Spectre and his
poisonous seed isn't planted and force PVW's apple tree to be
violated.
[He raises the collection plate.]
JC: And yes fans you too can join your favorite superstar in the good
fight and make sure Spectre and his evil plan is STOPPED! Pull out
your VISA or Mastercard and call the number at the bottom of your
screen and pledge as small as 29.99. Every 29.99 helps as we fight
the crusade against our evil doer's.
[The beautiful sound of a church organ begins as the good honest
Reverend smiles a kind and honest smile as we cut back to Joshua
Morgan.]
JM: Well he sure does Zero Tolerance. Almost as much as he does
money. At Shattered Dreams the Network title will be hanging from the
ceiling and the only way to win the match and leave the night as the
PVW Network Champion is to use a ladder and climb and extend your
reach and unhook the golden prize.
[Main Event POP as Herk Douglas enters the ring.]
JM: Tonight we have four of those men in tag team action. Masked
Maniac who picked up a win just a short time ago over the Network
Champion will team up with the hot newcommer Perry Fontana. Their
opponents are two of the most popular men to step inside a PVW ring
... The Phenom and El Loco.
[The cheers die down as Herk Douglas begins to introduce the four
men.]
HD: This match is tag team action and will be scheduled as one fall.
Introducing the first team ... From Montréal, Québec, Canada.
Weighing in at two hundred and fifty one pounds.
"The Everlasting" Perry Fontana !!!
[Widescreen Mode's "Everlasting Bomb" heavy chords resound, and the
stage's video screen is engulfed in flames. The image turns to ashes,
out of which a statue emerges. The statue is carved in the image of
"the Everlasting" Perry Fontana, complete with chest hair and gigantic
muttonchops. In the skies above, clouds move at warp speed, around the
statue, forests are grown and raised in moments, cities, built and
destroyed in seconds, until a bomb of cataclysmic proportions engulfs
the screen in flames. Out of the ashes, the statue of Perry Fontana
rises again, landscapes and landmasses transforming around it at
lightning pace.
Meanwhile, the real "Deathless" Perry Fontana steadily walks down to
the ring, head covered by the hood of his orange, red and gold boxer's
robe. Ignoring anyone around him, including those who paid for their
tickets. His partner for the night Masked Maniac comes popping out
from behind Fontana unexpectingly.
Fontana climbs the ring steps, slips into the squared circle through
the ropes, and heads straight towards his ring corner to perform some
last minute stretches as his likeness on the video screen rises yet
again.]
HD: And his partner, from "Parts Unknown, Michigan". He weighs in
tonight at 240 pounds!
[Suddenly, somehow overlooked, the black, blue and white masked form
of the Masked Maniac walks directly in front of Herk Douglas.]
HD: Uh ... this is the Masked Maniac!
JM: Where did Maniac come from?
[Fontana turns his head a little wondering the samething as Masked
Maniac gives a nod to his partner as he is ready to go.]
JM: He must of been behind Fontana. Man, that guy's sneaky.
HD: Their opponents!
[A LOCO chant begins in one section of the arena.]
JM: The PVW Network Champion has been gathering quite a fan following
the past few months. His t-shirt's are some of PVW's best selling
pieces.
HD: Introducing first wrestling out of Norfolk, Virginia ... Weighing
in at one hundred and nintey five pounds.
Acompanied to the ring by "Lady" Laruel Lavinger.
"The Phenom" Tommy Ryder !!!
["Obsession" by Animotion plays over the PA system. Out steps the
lady of PVW, "Lady" Laurel Lavinger. She stands proud and points to
the entrance way ...
"Headstrong" by Trapt erupts as the fans follow suit. The one time
fast rising star of PVW hops out as he nods to the beat. He begins
Trotting to the ring, he pumps his arms and shakes hands with as many
of the fans as he can reach.]
JM: Tommy Ryder has been in a bit of a slump since the final blow off
match with his nemsis Nick Wright. A win here tonight could send him
into Shattered Dreams with a chance at some PVW gold in a winning
fashion.
[Ryder stands looking across at the duo of Fontana and Masked Maniac.]
HD: His partner ... Wrestling out of Mexico City. Weighing in at two
hundred pounds. He is your current PVW Network Champion.
El Outlaw LOCO !!!
## He pagado mis deudas
Una y otra vez
Hice mi condena
Pero no perpetr? ning?n crimen
Y errores malos
Comet? algunos
Tuve mi granito de arena
Golpeado en mi cara
Pero ya he pasado ##
JM: Listen to the fans!
## Nosotros somos los campeones - mis amigos ##
[El Outlaw LOCO steps out from the back, to a loud pop from the crowd.
He unstraps the PVW Network title from around his waist and raises it
high in the air.]
"Mehico" chant from the crowd.]
[LOCO sprints towards the ring sliding under the bottom rope with the
title still in his hands. He drops down to his knees and cradles the
Network title, while he looks up at the sky.]
JM: This PVW Network Championship witch has been defended a few times
a month has sat proudly around El Outlaw LOCO's waist every since he
was able to take it away from Gibson Hayes.
[Ryder joins LOCO at his side as LOCO holds the PVW Network
Championship. Ryder's eyes look right at the title as the Phenom has
fought through battles with the Widowmakers for months to finally get
a chance at some gold at Shattered Dreams.]
JM: Look at Ryder you can see he wants that belt about as bad as
anyone.
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08.28.09 Damage Control
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Tag Team Action:
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Perry Fontana & Masked Maniac v. Tommy Ryder & El Outlaw LOCO
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*DING!* *DING!* *DING!*
JM: There is the bell and all four men are still inside the ring as
the referee is trying to get LOCO's PVW Network Championship from him.
[LOCO looks at Fontana and Maniac who stand across in their corner.
He turns towards Ryder who gives his parnter a nod and then towards
the referee again and shakes his head "no".]
JM: LOCO doesn't want to let go of the PVW Network Championship.
Three of the men here will be fighting for that belt and he is
guarding it with his life!
[Finally the referee is able to convince him to step on the ring apron
and let Ryder start the match off. Fontana doesn't even have to ask
his partner as Masked Maniac is already standing on the ring apron as
The Everlasting One turns to give the orders.]
JM: It appears Masked Maniac knows his place in this team. And Ryder
is ready to make a statement. That he is still a legit force and
threat to that PVW Network Championship!
P H E N O M ! ! ! P H E N O M ! ! ! P H E N O M ! ! !
P H E N O M ! ! ! P H E N O M ! ! ! P H E N O M ! ! !
P H E N O M ! ! ! P H E N O M ! ! ! P H E N O M ! ! !
[Laurel Lavinger joins in with the chanting fans trying help pump
Ryder up. Fontana snarls at the wishful fans and focuses in on the
task at hand. Ryder and Fontana go to lock up but Perry Fontana scores
with a boot to the gut to quickly grab the upperhand. Fontana locks in
a side headlock taking control but Ryder throws him across and off the
ropes. Ryder quickly shoulder blocked down to the mat leading to
Fontana mocks Ryder and bounces off the ropes as The Phenom rolls over
and Fontana leaps into the air and hits a double stomp to the back of
Ryder instead of jumping over him.]
JM: CRUNCH! Fontana is about as agressive as they come. The few
matches he has had here in the PVW he has came out here with one plan
in mind and that is hurt his opponents.
[Fontana pulls Ryder up and backs him into the corner with a series of
chops to the chest. The Everlasting One whips Ryder into the opposing
corner and charges after him ... Fontana runs right into a boot to
the face! Ryder shoots out at Fontana who goes for a hip toss but
Ryder blocks it, knees Fontana in the ribs, drapes a leg over
Fontana's neck then leaps into the air to hit a hurricanrana.]
JM: Whoa! Ryder isn't showing any signs of a losing streak here
tonight. And Fontana is up and he doesn't look the slightest bit
happy...
[... Fontna gets up and allows his frustrations to get the best of him
by charging at Ryder, but The Phenom throws him with a arm drag.
Fontana gets up ---]
"___THWAAAAAP___"
JM: Enziguri!!!
[Fontana drops to the mat and Ryder makes the tag to the PVW Network
Champion. Fontana doesn't stay down for long and he is up pointing at
the champion telling him that title will soon be around _his_ waist.
The two men circle the ring ... And a lock up in a collar-elbow tie-
up which sees Fontana lock the champion in an arm wrench, then tighten
it with another twist.]
JM: Fontana quickly working on the arm of the Network Champion.
Weakening it down for his series of armbar holds.
[The PVW Network Champion escapes with a somersault, landing back up
on his feet, then locks in an arm wrench of his own only to float into
a rear waistlock. El Outlaw LOCO goes for a German suplex but Fontana
blocks it with his leg wrapped around LOCO, then hits a few _stiff_
elbows to the face and reverses with a rear waistlock of his own. El
Outlaw LOCO ducks down, reaches between his legs and trips Fontana,
then rolls him over with his leg behind Fontana's knee, almost as if
he was going for an STF but the Champion merely rolls over across the
back Fontana and paintbrushes him on the back of the head.]
JM: The Champion showing Fontana that he can wrestle too! Both men
back on their feet and the fans are cheering for El Outlaw LOCO!
[The two men go to lock up again but this time El Outlaw LOCO floats
behind Fontana right away and trips him right onto his face with a
veteran move. LOCO crosses Fontana's feet and turns his back to
Everlasting One, then inserts his own foot in-between the pretzel of
legs and arches backwards like an Inverted STF, only to lock Fontana
in a sort of reverse full nelson.]
JM: El Outlaw LOCO not looking to be outdone here tonight is showing
Fontana he can wrestle on the mat with the best of them!
[Masked Maniac takes a few steps down the ring apron and flies into
the ring with a springboard legdrop, catching LOCO right in the ribs
and breaking the submission. Maniac quickly begins putting the boots
to LOCO until Fontana makes it to his feet, then quickly leaves.
Fontana now in a very unhappy mood yanks the Champion up and sets him
up for an inverted DDT, only to lift him upside-down and fall into a
shoulder breaker. Fontana leans backwards making a half-ass cover.]
ONE !!!
TWO !!!
JM: NO! LOCO kicks out. However that move did it's damage as he pulls
the PVW Network Champion to his feet. Fontana sends him across with
an Irish Whip... NO LOCO reverses it!
[LOCO charges but runs into a back elbow to the face that sends him
staggering back into the middle of the ring. Fontana hoists himself up
onto the second rope, then steps up onto the top rope and dives off
aiming for a flying neckbreaker, but LOCO was too fast and ducked
under as Fontana hits the mat empty handed!]
JM: Looks like Fontana was setting up for some sort of flying
neckbreaker, but a veteran move by LOCO left Fontana empty handed!
[LOCO pulls Fontana up and drives a few kicks and punches softening
his opponent up. However again it's proven it takes a lot to keep
Fontana down as a quick chop to the throat stuns the PVW Network
Champion and out of nowhere an armbar is locked on and Fontana
wrenches back with a look of determination and cockyness. Masked
Maniac stands on the apron cheering on his new found friend and tag
team partner of the night.]
JM: Perry Fontana has atleast one fan and that's El Outlaw LOCO's one
time friend and now rival - Masked Maniac.
[LOCO squirms his way towards the ropes, but it's the corner of Masked
Maniac and Fontana reaches up and tags out to the SSN sponsored masked
superstar. And the duo pull El Outlaw LOCO up and begin to go for a
double backdrop but turn it into a double faceplant!]
"___THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"
JM: Fonanta leading the charge and the duo just _plant_ El Outlaw
LOCO! Masked Maniac drops down and makes the cover!
ONE !!!
TWO !!!
... No! Tommy Ryder comes in and breaks up the cover!
[The referee is right there and Ryder quickly makes the exit. Masked
Maniac drops down on the back of the PVW Network Champion and slaps
the back of his masked head. He slaps him again and hops off doing a
little dance. He then turns and nails him with a curb stomp.]
JM: Masked Maniac showing an aggressive sign perhaps trying to impress
Fontana.
[Masked Maniac pulls El Outlaw LOCO to his feet and whips him off the
ropes. LOCO ducks a clothesline attempt to a huge POP and bounces off
another set of ropes, running right into a kick to the stomach and
DDT.]
"___THUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"
JM: DDT by Maniac and he tags right back out to Fontana!
[The two put the boots to the PVW Network Champion to keep up their
momentum. Fontana hoists LOCO up onto his shoulders and delivers a
death valley driver back-first across Masked Maniac's knee. He points
to the outside where Maniac quickly scurries to the outside. Fontana
drops down and puts on a _second_ armbar. El Outlaw LOCO is far from
the ropes this time as he grits his teeth.]
JM: The PVW Network Champion is in some serious trouble here. Perry
Fontana who is a master at destroying his opponent's arm has this one
really clinched in ... AND HERE COMES TOMMY RYDER AGAIN!
[Huge POP as Tommy Ryder breaks up the submisson, but once again the
referee is right there to march him right back out. However Fontana
whips El Outlaw LOCO off the ropes but LOCO ducks a clothesline and
bounces off the opposing set of ropes. LOCO dives at Fontana for a
monkey flip but Fontana stays on his feet instead of being thrown.
LOCO leaps off of his standing position on Fontana's knees and hits a
tornado DDT on Fontana which gets a big pop.]
JM: What a counter by the Network Champion! LOCO is crawling towards
Tommy Ryder who extends his hand for the tag but Fontana is right
there to stop the tag that was only inches away!
[Dissapointed set of boo's as Fontana pulls LOCO backwards away from
his partner. Fontana reaches backwards making the tag back to Masked
Maniac enters the ring and pulls El Outlaw LOCO to his feet, only to
ram his head into the top turnbuckle. Maniac goes to whip LOCO into
the opposing corner but the Network Champion reverses. LOCO charges at
Maniac and nails him with a flying double knee to the chest. Maniac
staggers out of the corner towards LOCO as he backs up. LOCO
springboards ... [señal]cutter!]
JM: LISTEN TO THOSE FANS ROAR!!!! Perry Fontana isn't happy on the
apron. However LOCO is having a hard time making the cover ... He
finally rolls over!
ONE !!!
TWO !!!
... NO !!! Masked Maniac kicks out!
[El Outlaw LOCO pulls himself up and grabs the legs of Masked Maniac
who's still down. LOCO crosses Maniac's legs Indian style, then
inserts his own legs in-between the gaps. LOCO throws himself forward
over Maniac;s head, pinning him innovatively!]
ONE !!!
TWO !!!
JM: No! The Masked Maniac kicks out again!
[... but when Maniac throws his arm up to get his shoulder up, the PVW
Network Champion grabs it, rolls Maniac over as he frees his own legs
and locks him in an Indian death lock!!! Perry Fontana steps into the
ring and puts all four of his fingers on one hand in the mouth of El
Outlaw LOCO, pulling upwards on his jaw to break the submission.
Fontana pulls LOCO to his feet like this, then removes his hand and
kicks LOCO in the face. Fontana grabs LOCO backwards for La Bombe
Éternelle but LOCO spins himself around and escapes Fontana's grasp
with an arm wrench, then reels Fontana into a knee to the gut. Fontana
gets grabbed in a 3/4 front facelock and Masked Maniac takes a boot to
the gut, then locked in a front headlock, leading to LOCO hitting a
Cutter/DDT on both men to a roof teardown POP!]
JM: EL OUTLAW LOCO ISN'T BACKING DOWN TO HIS CHALLENGERS!!! HE IS
CRAWLING TOWARDS TOMMY RYDER ON HIS STOMACH!
[... but Masked Maniac and Perry Fontana grab one foot each when LOCO
again is just inches away. The two men pull themselves to their feet
and have LOCO in a wheelbarrow position but he still dives forward and
tags in Tommy Ryder!
MASSIVE MEGA HOT TAG POP!]
JM: TOMMY RYDER!!!! TOMMY RYDER!!! THE PHENOM!!!!
["The Phenom" leaps into the ring taking out both Perry Fontana and
Masked Maniac with a springboard double dropkick. Tommy Ryder
challenges both men to get up, then charges and leaps on and off of
the second rope, doing a backflip in mid-air, then takes both men down
with a double inverted DDT.]
JM: Fontana finally rolls out of the ring holding the back of his
head. Leaving the legal man Masked Maniac to fend for himself.
[Masked Maniac stumbles to his feet and takes the Pelè Kick by The
Phenom! Ryder then grabs Masked Maniac form under one arm across the
chest and over the other shoulder. He then bends him backwards over
his knee before throwing himself back and putting enough spin on the
masked superstar so the both land on Maniac's head and shoulders.]
JM: The Phenomenal End!!!
ONE !!!
TWO !!!
THREE !!!
[MASSIVE FACE CHEERS!!!]
JM: El Outlaw LOCO and Tommy Ryder has done it! At times it appeared
that Perry Fontana had dominated this match. However in the end the
fan favorites were able to over come the Canadian superstar's foil's.
[Fontana who saw the end coming is already half way up the aisle way.
He glares down and motions to El Outlaw LOCO that the belt will soon
be his. Tommy Ryder rolls out and embraces "Lady" Laurel Lavinger.
Just maybe The Phenom who took 2008 by storm is back.]
JM: Tommy Ryder pulled out his new finishing move and Masked Maniac is
still down.
[PVW's most popular couple begin making their way up the aisle way as
Lavinger and Ryder appear to be happy. Ryder turns to LOCO who has
his PVW Network tile and gives a final nod before dissapearing behind
the curtains.]
JM: And there goes LOCO who is finding himself a young lady to place
his title around his waist. And we are out of time folks thank you
for tuning in for another Damage Control and what a --
[A large form suddenly leans over the guardrail behind El Outlaw Loco
and YANKS the man back with a sudden jerk from behind. The camera
pans back and the real Rob Cole wearing a domino mask draging Loco to
his feet. The World Champion rushes him into the into the beer cart!
His body drops to the arena floor, and Cole glares down at him in
anger as the security rushes down to ringside. The Outcast lifts the
cart, dumping its contents before lifting it up and DRIVING it across
the back of El Outlaw Loco!]
JM: What the hell?!?!!! Rob Cole breaking his suspension to attack El
Outlaw Loco... driving him face first into the ring post and knocking
the wrestler out! This is another clear violation of zero tolerance!
[Cole pulls Loco to his feet, "You think I'm funny? How about this?
This funny? Beer here!!!!" And with that, Cole hooks the front
chancery and DRIVES Loco down on the wet arena floor with a DDT! He
grabs the fallen keg and twists off the top, literally pouring Beer
down across the face of LOCO! The Network Champion sputters and
struggles, slipping as he tries to roll over and away from the flood
of suds as it comes splashing down across his face... and then gets
the steel keg across the back of his skull for his trouble! AGAIN!!!
AND AGAIN!!!!]
JM: Good lord... GOOD LORD!!! Rob Cole is demolishing the Network
Champion in the middle of the arena, and security finally manages to
push past the fans as Cole steps back and away...
["Rumatahatta" begins to blare over the loudspeakers and Rob Cole
appears in the aisle, dressed in jeans and a teeshirt. He looks
angry, surrounded by security guards, as he stalks down to the ring
and steps in. He walks to the center of the ring and takes a deep
breath as he looks around at the audience surrounding him.]
JM: Rob Cole has lost it. Folks we are way past time, but Rob Cole is
grabbing a microphone. Jason Keening isn't in the building, but at
this point there isn't much anyone can do about it as the Champions
comitee handcuffed the head of security.
RC: Past couple of months you've had someone dressed as me, looking
like me, but mocking me with one idiotic skit after another... El
Outlaw Loco calls that guy out, this El Roberto Cole guy, and he
pretends to me and whatever else... look, I can take a joke. Really,
I can... but this is enough. I've been asked to come here tonight and
explain my actions. Honestly, I'm a little sick of being the garbage
boy around here... I'm sick of Jason Keening pressing my number on his
speed dial whenever something happens and someone breaks zero
tolerance. You want an explanation? Obviously, that guy who attacked
El Outlaw Loco must be the guy who calls himself Robert-o... it's not
me.
[The audience boos and Cole shakes his head, pointing up to the
footage of himself with a domino mask.]
JM: Oh come on ...
RC: That guy is in a mask. Isn't that a little obvious to you, Jason?
I realize that the ability to hire and fire someone like me kind of
makes your day, gets you all up and giddy and feeling worthwhile but
there's has to be a point where this junk ends! Now, I came here
tonight because you asked me to and because you needed to deliver yet
another message for zero tolerance... here's the thing, bucko; Prove
it's me! You prove it's me or you back off, because this is becoming
harassment. I haven't set foot near a PVW ring since you suspended
me... I paid my fine, I sat at home, and I've been doing nothing but
collecting ring rust because of this stupid policy. I'm not about the
risk it because Outlaw wants to joke around with his little buddies
and set up a mockery of my career.
JM: Well he sort of has a point I guess.
[Cole swallows and shakes his head... his shoulders tremble for a
moment, and there are actually a few tears dripping down his face as
he speaks. Finally, he lifts the mic... ]
RC: Fine, whatever... you can point, you can accuse, but you still
need more than a guy in a mask pretending to be me. You've been
letting that happen for way too long, Jason. Now that things turn
against the fan favorites, that's when you decide to step in? I hate
you... I know that life's not fair, but you take it to new extremes.
Do what you have to do... the only thing I can do is not be here.
[Tommy Ryder has began running down the aisle. He stops glaring at
Rob Cole who just snears at the youngster. Ryder bends down to check
on his opponent at Shattered Dreams, but partner tonight. Cole looks
at Ryder checking over the PVW Network Champion and turns his back on
the security force, and moves to leave the arena as we fade to black.]
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Credits:
Brian: Scott Nielsen v. Ed Green, LOCO & Ryder v. Fontana & Maniac
Ridzal: Made Men v. Canadian Legacy
Christophe: Sinister v. Hersher von Donkerhardt
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