[Piano keys tinkle awkwardly in darkness.  Out of tune, and at first
without music, whomever taps at the keys slowly but surely finds his
place and begins a slow, off-key rendition of the piano standard
"Chopsticks" by Euphemia Allen. Continuing on, the terrible treatment
of this extremely basic tune just gets worse as fingers mash keys
unintentionally.  Meanwhile, text in white flashes across the screen.]

Text: You know his face...

[In the darkness, a single beam of light moves across a craggy green
surface, the light polarizing all it touches.  A second time, and a
twisted, broken nose, ice blue eyes and split tongue bordered by
sharpened teeth are glimpsed in brief.]

Text: You know his voice...

[A silhouette stands amid a smoky room, holding a sword.]

WC: It gets worse!

[Fade again to black as "Chopsticks" silences.  A line of text
appears, one word lowering into the middle of the sentence as it
separates towards the end.]

                            ...whole...

Text: Now know his      story...

[Blackness.  Silence.]

#I'M OVER IT!!!#

["Forsaken" by David Draiman plays quietly as the video cuts to show a
man sitting in his living room, reclining in an office chair.  Hey,
it's former AWMC commentator John Stargell!]

JS: I remember seeing all the scars, the missing teeth, the half-gone
ear and thinking "this guy has a look".  The "it" factor that
promoters are always searching for.

[Fade in slow on low-quality, poorly-lit ring whose apron bears the
letters "AWMC".  In the ring stands a young man who is shaven from
head to toe.  Lanky, he gives a gap-toothed grin and kicks his feet
out; cracking the leggings of his gi one at a time like whips.]

JS: Then we let the guy cut a promo, just your basic inring.  He
spouted poetry and laughed a lot, then he cut his palm and painted his
face with it...  Better still, we gave him a tryout against another
youngster, and he brutalized him.  It was one half MMA, one half ax
murderer.

[Cut.  Bill's face drips in blood as he twists a relatively small man
in a spiral, having tied him up in a very nasty looking improvised
hold.]

AWMC: That left a bad impression and we sent him packing.  He wound up
in Atlantic City, apparently.

[Fade back to Stargell.]

JS: It was about 10 years later when we actually gave him a contract,
and I realized it was the same kid when he brought a chainsaw to the
ring.  By that point though, the fans had latched onto him.

[Fade.  Next we see ACWA PBP man "Prognosticator" Paul Jackson, from
the waist up, backed by a simple flat blue wall.]

PJ: When we first laid eyes on Bill, we didn't have any idea what we
had on our hands.  He jumps the guardrail, and I figure he's an
employee.  The original owner of ACWA, Jonah Rosch, was looking him
over as just another applicant to be a wrestler.  One he turned down,
even.

[Cut to old footage.  A portly, middle-aged man stands, microphone in
hand, seemingly arguing with a young Craven.]

PJ: So ... Bill beat him up and sprained the poor guy's knee.  That's
how William Craven got his first wrestling contract.  He broke in and
beat up the guy running the place.  After that, Jonah was too
intimidated by the freak to even press charges.  Just give the man
what he wants and stand back...

[Cut to a similar scene, but this time with ACWA color man
"Sweetstuff" Scott Lane.  ]

SL: The guy was sick.  I don't mean whack you with barbwire and set
you on fire sick, I mean stalk your wife for free and tow your naked
ass behind his old rusty car sick.  I mean, the guy's a millionaire
and he drives a beat up 1979 dart.  Did you know that?  Fourteen years
into a really successful career, and he's still driving it.

[The scene changes to reveal a somewhat surprising face since no one's
really seen him in... well, a long F'n time.  It's former EMWC
President Chris Blue.  He looks to have aged ten years in the couple
years since he was last seen and is now sporting a beard that looks
like something a homeless guy would rock.  Oh, and he's STILL wearing
a Lakers Shaq jersey.  Weirdo.]

CB:  He was the most unprofessional son of a bitch I ever had to deal
with.  Match finishes.  Angles.  Promos.  Hell, just try to get the
mother[BLEEPER] to a public relations event.  We sent him out to a
Wal-Mart once to sign some autographs for some crippled kids or some
such *BLEEP*

[Cut.  Old security footage from a shopping mall or some such.  Craven
sits behind a folding table, signing autographs, and the scene unfolds
(more or less) as Blue describes it.]

CB: He got all worked up because they gave him a Coke instead of a
Pepsi - wrecked the joint!  He had that stupid stick with him,whackin'
at anything that moved.  Nearly got our DVDs tossed off of their
shelves.

[Some off-camera mumbling.  Cut to later in Blue's interview.]

CB:  Well, yeah... the sex, violence, and carnage had something to do
with it maybe but it was CRAVEN!  I'M TELLIN' YA, IT WAS CRAVEN!

[Another abrupt cut to later in the interview.]

CB:  Oh god.  Not the lightning.  Don't even [BLEEPING] ask me about
the lightning. Or a Vagina Match.  Never happened... I swear.  Oh, and
that Piper Evans thing? That was a shoot, you know?  Oh yeah,
*BLEEPER* was obsessed with her.  God, I was glad to be rid of him.

[Pause.]

CB:  Or was that the fake one... [BLEEP] if I can remember.

Cut.  Former UWF executive Lance Fredericks fills the screen.]

LF: I honestly still don't know what to make of the man, even to this
day.  You see, although he was never employed by UWF, he still somehow
made his presence felt.

[Cut.  A white-haired man in a leather gimp outfit is shown in a UWF
ring.]

LF: First you have the Fake Craven.  Dustin Holloway was a decent
worker, but unspectacular.  We put him in the gimp mask that Bill had
last worn in EMWC.  People thought it was the same competitor, and,
well, they were right.  When Bill would, allegedly, fall off the radar
or refuse to work, they'd get Dustin.  So, in part to take a dig at
the Empire, we used him.

[Cut back to Lance.]

LF: And then you have the Tommy Lionheart incident.

[Cut to old footage of UWF.  Fresh off a win in the ring, Tommy
Lionheart locks eyes with Bill as he stands up in the front row.]

LF: Lionheart bugged some people in the back room, and apparently he'd
had an issue with Craven when both of them were working in Britain.
So, next thing you know, right after Lionheart finishes his match, he
confronts some big guy in the front row.

     Turns out ... it was William Craven.

[Bill grabs Lionheart and the two start brawling.  Cut.  Former WWO
champion and all-around wrestling legend, Tyrone Hayes, is on the
screen.]

TH: Craven is unpredictable and can be a walking train wreck, but if
you have a game plan you can funnel him somewhere. Chris Stringer did
it, and people on that level can do it, but if you're not a good to
amazing thinker (me being the latter) you're going to have to actually
take that boy on straight away.

[For the first part in this segment an interviewer is heard, albeit
off camera.]

Interviewer: And that's a bad thing?

TH: For some...

[Cut to current PVW superstar Perry Fontana.]

Fontana: Yeah, when you make up your mind to make a career out of
knocking out asini patetici, you tend to emulate the path of someone
you hold in high regard. For me that was Craven.

[Reclining, relaxing, Perry has the wistful look of a wrestling fan
reminiscing on his favorite match.]

Fontana: Dans le temps... I said back then, he had it right. Old
school Craven branched out and learned all he could from various
martial arts, and I did the same. He came back with a fearsome
kneebar, and I got my arsenal of armbars. The way I trained for
wrestling is exact same way Craven had. But like Samson lost his hair,
cousin.

[Pause.  Sneer.]

Fontana: Craven turned green.

[Cut.  Craven's psychologist "World Famous" Dr. Victor Schwartz.]

VS: I've treated Bill his entire career with a short pause around
2003.  He's what we tend to call "high functioning", but there were
rough patches...

[Cut.  Bill in his original incarnation as Major Damage, circa 2002 in
WWO.  The difference is striking between that and the more recent
version, in that Bill shows a lot of skin, and that skin is actually
skin colored.]

VS: Major Damage was a control mechanism.  As Major Damage, Bill had
control because he didn't consider his actions.  He simply did what he
felt Major Damage would do.  The loss of the Major was a real shot to
his psyche.  Soon after being unmasked the first time, he underwent
surgery and had what part of his body wasn't already tattooed covered
in ink.

[Cut to show a more current Craven in all his green glory.]

VS: Which created the Devil's Hand.  The most vicious monster that's
ever stepped into a wrestling ring.  The man you see today is someone
who has nothing.  Is nothing.  Can never be anything more than
nothing.  That's why he wrestles.  He wrestles because without
wrestling he.  Is.  Nothing...

[Cut.  Bill's running buddy Doc Holliday appears on the screen.]

DH: "Bill's touched, no ques-chin.  We all are in this business.  Him
maybe a bit more.  Th' man don' rightly believe he's gonna live much
longer, an' thet's been his belief fer some time now.  It's why he
sold hisself out ta git all lizardified.  It's why he sells hisself
out wrasslin' how he does.  He don' keer none about long-term, on
account of he thinks there ain't no long term.  Firs' thang ta
un'nerstand, if ya wanna un'nerstand Bill Craven, is that.  An' ya
know whut?  They allus tell ya ta live life lak yer dyin'.  Ah respect
thet.

[Cut.  Bill's frequent opponent, the Spectre, appears.]

Spectre: Huge fan.  He has hurt us like we have rarely been hurt.  We
appreciate that.

[Cut.  An interior view of the Old Pink Flamingo bar in Buffalo, NY.
We can see some light shining through the windows, but the fact that
the entire bar -- walls, floor, and bar itself -- is painted midnight
black doesn't let you see too much. A shaggy, greasy-haired man with a
two-week old growth of scraggly black beard on his face. Wisps of
smoke are rising from his fingertips. This is the man once known as
the Bad Ass from Buffalo, ACWA and WWO alum, Joe Gonzo.]

Gonzo: Craven?

[Puffs a bit of smoke out of his mouth, then his mouth twists into a
grin]

Gonzo: Yeah, Craven was a crazy mother*BLEEP*er. Sonuvabitch would try
to bite off your arm to win a match, then try to bite off his own arm
to celebrate, or because he thought the government was coming after
him, or because he felt like it. Gotta tell ya, I don't miss that
*BLEEP*ing madness. Now get the *BLEEP* out of here -- you're in my
sunlight.

[Cut.  The scene switches to a darkened room illuminated only by a
single white light shining down from the ceiling.  The features of the
room are lost in the shadows but perched on top of a tall wooden stool
within the pool of light sits a squat, powerful figure whose broad
shoulders strain the seams of a plain white T-shirt.  The long black
hair that hangs past his shoulders and his dark features clearly
demonstrate his Native American heritage as Jason Keening looks
directly into the camera's lens and smiles.]

JK: Bill Craven... people are frequently surprised to find out that I
think of him as a friend.  A green-skinned, fork-tongued,
cannibalistic friend... but a friend nonetheless.

[Keening chuckles.]

JK: He's a little dangerous sometimes but... I think perhaps that's
why I like him.  He may try to gnaw your arm off if he thinks you
taste like chicken but...

[Another laugh.]

JK: ...there's a certain honesty in that, ya know?

[Shifting slightly, the burly former wrestler pauses for a moment
before continuing.]

JK: My brother Mike and I were wrestling together as The Ghost Dancers
in the EMWC when I got to know Bill.  I had heard of him before...
mostly in the form of warnings like: "Don't hold your fingers out to
Craven, he'll bite them off!" or stuff like that.  But while I learned
that Bill is most definitely one of the most dangerous people I
know... I also found out that... there's a method to his madness,
at least most of the time.

[Keening's nostrils flare as he inhales deeply.]

JK: There's a mind in that misshapen, battle-scarred skull of his.  A
surprisingly sharp mind that most people tend to overlook because
they're distracted by the fangs and the tattoos and the scars and the
screaming and...

[A smile belies the seriousness of his words.]

JK: Bill Craven is both monster and man.  He is what he appears to
be... a berserkir of sorts who can cause great bloodshed.  But he is
also far more than he appears to be.  In his lucid moments, the guy is
no dummy.  And if you can connect with him... there's a soul inside
that hulking form that deserves both respect and admiration.

[Looking down at his hands for a moment, Keening stops speaking until
he looks back up at the camera once more.]

JK: Like a lot of people, I understand the dichotomy that lies within
our human nature... the constant struggle between ravaging barbarian
and civilized being.  It's inside each and every one of us.  Bill just
shows his struggle a little more on the outside than most of the rest
of us do.  And I think that's why I like him.  I'm not gonna lie, I
keep my distance at times just to make sure nothing ends up getting
chewed on.

[Rising from his seat, Keening chuckles once more.]

JK: But if I ever needed somebody to help me even up the odds... Bill
Craven would most definitely be at the top of that list.

[And with that, Keening nods at the camera before turning to his left
and walking out of view.  We cut to a shot of an athletic looking,
brown-haired, blue-eyed young man in a full grey suit with a red and
blue striped silk tie. The name plate on the front of the desk reads
"Chris Stringer".  Stringer, to fans of WWO, was long known as a
master manipulator who long used Craven as a blunt instrument against
opponents.]

Stringer: I disavow any and all knowledge of the activities of one
William Craven. We here at the law firm of Stringer, Stringer,
MacDougal and Stringer are respectable lawyers. We would never
affiliate with such riff-raff.

[A woman's voice pipes up from off camera.]

Woman: Come on, Chris! The whole Operation Scorched Earth was a blast.
Most fun I've had.

Stringer: Yes, yes Shanna, you got some wonderful chances to show off
your implants. Now please keep your mouth shut until I ask you to do
something useful with it.

Shanna: Dammit, Chris, I am not licking those envelopes again! You
seriously need to hire Glen to do that if you want it done -- I'm way
too talented to be doing _that_!

[Quick cut.  Hey, it's Glen Peeps!  Glen wears his “Private” Peeps
outfit for the persona he uses on the independent circuit.]

GP: You want to talk to me?  Really?  Uh … Bill scares me, and he bit
me once.  Here, I'll show you the scar.  Just let me get my belt
undone.

[Thankfully that's the moment the camera cuts.  On the screen now is
Rick Marley.]

RM: William Craven?" Marley asked.  "He's probably the best case for
psychological testing in this sport that I've ever run across...a step
away from a force of nature.  He's a sociopath.  Probably a psychopath
too.  He gassed me.  Hung me by my throat and beat me with a
chair...could have killed me.

[Snarl.  Rick rubs his face with one hand before speaking angrily.]

RM: What the hell do you THINK I think of Bill Craven?

[Fade to black.]

Text:         "Desolate Destroyer"

        The life and times of William Craven.  1996-2009.
        DVD in stores now!

[Fade again.  End.]

[The screen goes black, simple white text fading in:]

Strickland Sports Network is proud to Present...

[Damage Control's newest theme song - Offspring's "You're Gonna Go
Far, Kid begins to play ...]

# Show me how to lie #
# You're getting better all the time #
# And turning all against the one #
# Is an art that's hard to teach #
# Another clever word #
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# And as you step back into line #
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# When you walk away #
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# See the lightning in your eyes #
# See 'em running for their lives #

# Slowly out of line #
# And drifting closer in your sights #
# So play it out I'm wide awake #
# It's a scene about me #
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[The camera cuts to a new Damage Control set.  It still has it's
modern-looking appeal, 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".  However behind the "Damage
Control" sits the fiery bird known as the Phoenix.  If you look closey
in orange letters that make up the bird sit's in cursive lettering
every PVW superstar that has ever wrestled a match to help make PVW
what it is today.

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. He sits reading from his notes in front of him for a
moment before looking up into the camera.]

JM: It's that time again ...  When Offspring jams and the Phoenix
blazes you know it's wrestlings second hottest show on television ...
DAMAGE CONTROL!  We are continuing our tour across the United States
as we are in North Carolina.  And what a show we have for you tonight.
In our main event our PVW Network Champion is set to team up with his
ally at Shattered Dreams Masked Maniac.  However their alliance
appears to be in a-bit of a free fall ... after an unpromised title
shot and a industry breaking secret revelation on Heatwave.  They are
set to face the tandem of Tom Landis and newcomer to PVW, but no
stranger to the main event Adrian Tanner Jr.  However to spice up the
match a special stipulation has been added.  The man who makes the
pinfall will be able to challenge any one of the three to a match.
That probably means three of the men are looking right at Perry
Fontana and the Network Championship.

[From the ring appears a young man who is obviously a wrestler who
appears to be in his mid 20's and prime of his career.  Black long
hair is back perfectly in a pony tail and he has on a silk button up
shirt.  His light blue eyes pierce through the camera's and a smile
forms across his lips.]

JM: To my right some of you may be familiar with is former wrestling
sensation - Austin Cooper. What seemed to be lighting in the bottle as
a fast and rising star in this business  ...  However a series of
serious injuries at such an early stage of his career has lead him
right next to me as my new co-host to Damage Control.  It's awesome to
have you here Austin.

AC: Thanks for the introduction Joshua.  Sometimes when you are at the
lowest of lows something huge comes before you and offers you an olive
branch to bring you right back into the business and if I can't be out
there showing off my skills then what better then behind the mic on
the biggest stage of them all.

JM: It's great to have you.  Damage Control has evolved as a small
time studio show into this minor-beast that is now the second hottest
wrestling show in the business.

AC: With the Coop on it ... By this time next year it could be the
hottest!

JM: It'll be great to have another perspective out here.  One of the
matches set to go down later on tonight is between the wildly popular
Ronan Benedict and wrestling's most famous hired gun The Mercenary.

AC: Nothing against Ronan Benedict as you have to admire a guy his
size standing toe to toe with some of the monsters we have in this
sport, but you don't want to be standing across from The Mercenary no
matter who you are.

JM: Unless you have a case of green paper.

AC: With plenty of O's.

JM: The Wild Cards and PAIN's battle will continue when Jack Baldwin
has the draw of facing Ohno.

AC: Come on you gotta love when these two mix it up.  I mean both of
these two are basically the cream of what's left of a dieing breed,
Masterful tag teams.  The only thing that would be better is if they
were in an actual tag team match.

JM: Oh you can bet they will be soon enough.  Speaking of tag team
wrestling ... PVW continues to invest and bring back what has been
called a wrestling travesty.  When I was a kid I can remember waking
up early and turning on the TV and watching all my favorite superstars
and a good portion of them were your favorite tag teams.  However tag
team wrestling has seemed to be a lost art as of late.

AC: You are right.  When you start running down some of the great tag
teams of wrestling history most of the modern tag teams don't even
line up in the same ball park ... EXCEPT PVW's tag teams.  With great
legacies like the Prophets, PAIN, and the Wild Cards ...  Added with
teams like Livestock and the Gutch and Jokers Wild.  You can say there
is a reincarnation of tag team wrestling!

[The perpetually brown-suited (seriously, does he own any other
clothing?) Jack Keening is sprinting down a hallway backstage, a
camera not far behind.  He's tailing a certain large and tall
something that accompanies a somewhat smaller other something.]

JK: Chase!  Ohh Chase!  I'm chasing you, Chase!

[Up ahead is the man himself, the Hand of God, with the Rev. a step
behind. Chase casts a look of disdain over his shoulder as he turns to
discover Keening has caught up with him and has thrust a microphone
into his face.]

JK: Hey Chase, glad you

CW: Jack Keening. One of the [scoffs] famous Keenings. As I live and
[beeping] breathe. What could possibly be _so_ important that you
would feel the need to bother me?

[The look of complete hatred that is on Chase's face as he stares down
the poor bastard is almost laughable.  Jack laughs nervously, half
gritting his teeth, half smiling.]

JK: Well, I was bored, and thought I'd bug you about Tommy Ryder.  Am
I bothering you?  Probably not, but either way, how about that Tommy
Ryder?

[Chase lowers his gaze and raises a hand to his forehead, shake it
back and forth in a very disgusted motion. Julian Caine steps forward,
pointing his cane at the camera.]

RJC: Its you people and your stupid questions... WHAT WILL THE HAND OF
GOD DO TO TOMMY RYDER!?! WHAT DO YOU THINK?!?! He'll beat him into a
bloody mess of rended flesh and broken bones. That poor boy has no
idea what the man standing behind me is going to do to him. The
carnage, if there is anything left of Tommy Ryder when Chase
Williams gets bored with him, the world should consider itself very
fortunate.

[Huffing and puffing the reverend continues with great animation.]

I have re-awakened the beast within Chase Williams and you will see he
is even more dangerous than the man that previously dominated Phoenix
Valley Wrestling's first incarnation. Tommy Ryder is little more than
a speed bump. Nay, perhaps we should all accept for what it is....

[A pause. a gleeful rub of the chin. A cheshire grin]

RJC: An exhibition. The Hand of God's first real work since his
rebirth.  Exhibit A, the organs of Tommy Ryder...

[Evil laughter. Keening looks taken aback slightly, but does his best
to continue.]

JK: Sweet.  So you're apparently … murdering Tommy Ryder in cold
blood.  Might be a little hard to explain to the cops after, but
should be fun to watch.  Hey, how about that Chris Hartt?  Gone for
like half a year and first thing back he's talking trash about PVW's
very first champion.  Got something to say back to him?  If so,
now's the time.

[Williams brushes past Caine and glares at the camera.]

CW: I got this one Rev. Hey alter boy, you watching back there?

[He gets real close to the camera, "looking" for Chris Hartt]

CW: You need to shut your [beeping] trap and disappear again. You are
not in my league son. You're not even on the same planet. All this
situation is going to get you is a broken arm, and some deep emotional
trauma. You do _not_ want to start a war with me you and I both know
you have no business doing it.

You can't compete with me because I will go to _any_ length to break
you, physically, emotionally, spiritually, I will take _everything_
from you, and then I will destroy you in the ring, and then I'll snap
your arm like a twig. Is that what you want Chris? Really? For what?
Defending the honor of some British kid who never even mattered? Or is
it the _honor_ of the sport? Are you on drugs? You can't possibly
believe that you can actually compete with me, so what in the blue
hell could possibly be worth sacrificing your legacy at my alter?

[He lets us all ponder the question as he backs away from the camera.]

CW: But I've never been one to pass up on the opportunity to pick on a
weakling like yourself so, if you insist, you can name the match,
when, where, what, and I will show up and I know what you're thinking
Chrissy... Maybe you'll be safe because I won't hit a women... But
you're a bitch.  And I will knock a bitch the [beep] out. Watch what
happens to Ryder come Heatwave.

[he flexes one massive bicep for the camera and smirks.]

Hell, come out with him. I'll kick the [beep] outta both you pussies
at the same time. That's enough questions for today Jacky...

[Chase turns away from the camera and continues down the hall, the rev
following close behind.  Jack stares straight forward, holding the
microphone before him, then stifles a yawn.]

JK: So how about that Chris Hartt--  Er, Chase?  Wow, zoned out there
for a minute.  Uhm, back to Joshua and Coop, I guess.

[Back to the studio we go!!!]

JM: And now we're ready to watch some debut action from the Bushi
Boys, a team out of Japan... they're accompanied to the ring by their
manager, Lady Kachiko.  They're taking on a couple of journeymen
veterans in the form of Action Packed!

AC: You have to wonder about a team like the Bushi Boys, since we
don't know all that much about them.  Tanaka is the big guy, some sort
of powerhouse and a retiree from the sport of Sumo... he keeps his
head shaved out of tradition, but his partner is a different sort all
together.  Tak is the technician of the team.

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*DING!* *DING!* *DING!*


[Action starts off basic enough, with Tak ducking beneath Andy
Action's clothesline attempt and hitting the ropes.  A baseball slide
beneath the legs and the young wrestler is up and dropkicking the
small of the back on Action!  Lady Kachiko starts calling out,
"Higher!" And Tak snatches a go-behind waistlock, taking Action to the
mat and dropping a knee somewhat higher on the back.  He rolls through
and makes the tag to The Bull, who just yanks Action to his feet and
hauls him up with a bearhug!]

JM: Just a massive show of strength by Tanaka, squeezing with his fist
clutched in the small of the back and grinding his knuckles against
the vertebrae.

AC: Solid and intelligent wrestling, focusing their attack on Actions'
back to prevent the highflyer from using his strength on them! And
Lady Kachiko continues to study her men, remaining in her corner... I
notice she isn't playing to the crowd and she isn't trying to distract
anyone.

[Andy Action continues to struggle and finally manages to slip his arm
in to lighten the pressure, but Tanaka releases the hold and swings
for a clothesline... missing as Action ducks! He turns, and Action
nails him with a forearm shot!  Another forearm, and he heads for the
tag... but Tanaka grabs him by the back of the head and yanks him back
to the mat!]

JM: Action looking for the tag, and Paul Packed frustrated with the
cut off... referee Mark Barnett checking him before he enters the
ring!  Tak with the slingshot behind them, and he catches Action with
an elbow across the chest!

AC: And Tanaka claps once as he exits, making it sound like a solid
tag was made before Barnett can turn... classic mat wrestling from
this team, I kind of like it.  Reminds me of the old days!

[Tak hauling Action to his feet and snaps him over with a suplex! He
hits the ropes again, and drops down with a leg drop across the chest!
He immediately rises, and turns Action over with a single leg crab!]

JM: Another wear down hold on Andy Action, twisting his back... and
Lady Kachiko warning her guy how close they are to the ropes, Tak
trying to inch himself further as Action reaches for it!

AC: I don't think he can maintain the hold at that angle.  Tanaka
reaching for the tag, and Tak releases Action to make it... Tanaka is
in again!  The big man dropping a big stomp across the back!  Another
one!

[The crowd get to their feet as Tanaka pulls Action to his feet, hauls
him up with a military press... and just releases him to drop behind
him!  The big man claps his hands clean, while Kachiko calls behind
him, "Don't show off!  Keep focused!" Action curls into a ball as
Tanaka turns and reaches down... ]

JM: And Tanaka looking to show off his power again... But Andy Action
rolls out of his hands!  He makes the tag and Paul Packed is coming
in!

AC: He meets Tanaka with a clothesline!  Another Clothesline!  Paul
packed is a house of fire.... he hauls Tanaka off his feet... and
drives him back to the mat with a slam! Big man rolling up again...
and here comes another clothesline!

[Tanaka suddenly ducks low and SHOVES his opponent into the corner.
The crowd gasps in shock as the big Bully hauls off and slaps with his
right, his left, and a flurry of palm strikes continue to simply pound
the man in the corner.]

AC: Brutal punishment from The Big Bull!  Kachiko calling for a tag,
and Tanaka obliging her... here comes Tak again!

JM: Monkey flip out of the corner, and Tak heads up to the top rope...
standing moonsault, and there's the cover....


ONE ...


TWO ...


Three !!!


The Voice: Here are your winners... The Bushi Boys!

[Cut to studio Morgan sits with a picture of Rob Cole and Rick Marley,
profile shots to make it look like the two men are staring each other
down.]

JM: And things heated up this past week when Rick Marley led the
attack on Rob Cole.  The World Champion demanded a match with Marley,
but the championship committee...

[Rob Cole suddenly appears behind the Joshua Morgan, the younger
announcer stammers in surprise and a little fear.  Austin Cooper being
new to the team holds his hands up saying "I don't want any trouble"
moving aside for the World Champion.  Cole snatches the free headset,
his face twisting in disgust and rage as he regards Morgan with
disgust... and then turns to the camera.]

RC: The PVW hype machine is lying... let me make this clear for each
and every one of you at home, and the rest of you Widowmakers,
Keenings, and especially Marcus Manson; I never said that I wanted to
put Rick Marley in the ring with me.  That's a lie.  That's a fib.
That's just a little ticket selling nonsense to up the buy rate for
what everyone thinks is going to be the blow out match between two
warriors.  When I walked into the office, when I laid out my demand,
there was only one name on my lips; Marcus Manson!

[Cole lifts the title off his shoulder and drops it on the table.]

RC: This is the World Title.  I'm making it official... this belt is
on the line when I face you, Manson.  This belt, this title, this
championship... I don't care what the committee says, I don't care
what Willingham says, I don't care what anyone out there demands or
insists on... YOU ARE GETTING A SHOT AT THIS BELT!!!! So the way I see
it is simple... bring your best and your worst, be the man of violence
you are reputed to be, and you take this belt and you do with it
whatever you want to do afterward. You want to hand it over to Marley?
That's between you and him... the thing is, I know who the real
monsters are... I know who the dangerous men are... and if a
guaranteed shot means I have to face your little pied piper at the
next pay per view, I'd rather have this belt torn off my waist by the
real demons first.  When all is said and done... you were the man who
laid me out, you were the man who gave the Widowmakers a chance to
wrap me up in that straightjacket, and you were the man who nearly
crippled the Mercenary that night!

[Cole picks the title back up, slinging it over his shoulder as he
tears the earphones from his head.  He lifts the microphone to his
lips, though... ]

RC: So sorry to bust your hype machine... but I'm not about to stand
by and let you give "the Captain" more credit than he deserves.
Things are heating up... but Rick Marley is just a kid hiding behind
his little gang on the Isle of Misfit Toys.  I'll give him credit for
one thing... it really is time to put away childish things.  He's not
a wrestler, he's not a fighter, he's a glorified ring valet for some
of the toughest men in this sport.  End of story, end of fable, end of
hype.

[Cole drops the mic and heads off the set without another word or
glance toward the host.  He storms past Austin Cooper as he sits back
down to rejoin Morgan.]

JM: I thought we were partners now?

AC: Hey I'm an announcer and I know that look that Rob Cole had in his
eyes.  I haven't felt this good in a long time little partner.

JM: I guess that's understandable being your first day on the job and
all.

AC: How about the stern words the champion had for Rick Marley and
Marcus Manson!  What a war that's going to be on Heatwave.

JM: Marcus Manson is as deserving as anyone in the PVW for a title
shot and he has a chance of a life time.  Not many men have been able
to stand toe-to-toe with the Outcast.  He sent the Masked Outlaw
packing ... He silenced the Spectre ... Defeated Chase Williams and we
STILL haven't heard from Justin Cruise after his match at Shattered
Dreams.

AC: Rob Cole is a bad man ... You don't step in the ring with him
without a game plan.  I can promise you Rick Marley has a game plan.

[Joshua Morgan looking down at his notes ...]

JM: Okay I don't know what really to expect next here.

AC: Masked Mania eh?

JM: I don't know what really to say.

AC: Well let's find out!


[We cut to the ring and we have six Masked Maniac's already inside the
ring.  One of them quite a-bit taller then the rest.]


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*DING!* *DING!* *DING!*


JM: And there is the bell and ... I don't even know how to call this.

AC: You can't explain Masked Mania you just have to see it.

JM: Right ... Something like that.

[The match began with Five of the smaller Masked Maniac's circling the
taller one.  The first one shot in and received a high knee for his
trouble ... The second one shot in and a big right hand sent him down
harder then Rocky Balboa taking a shot from Clubber Lang.  Two others
nod at one another and rush in.  Giant-Maniac takes a few shots, but
grabs each of their heads by the back of their masks and slams them
into one another ...  They stumble around dazed and confused and face
plant side by side leaving only two up.  They leap up and hit double
dropkicks to the chest of Giant-Maniac and he stumbles back against
the ropes.  They back up and charge with a double clothesline, but he
ducks under and the two Masked Maniac's turn around and Giant-Maniac
clotheslines both of them over the ropes!]

AC: Giant-Maniac is mopping the ring up with the rest of the masked
men!

JM: I think we can go ahead and say Gene Gaines.

AC: I like Giant-Maniac better!

[And Giant Maniac picks up one of the smaller masked men inside the
ring and turns pressing him high in the air.  As the two Masked men on
the outside push themselves to their feet Giant-Maniac sends the poor
masked sap flying through the air and right on top of the two masked
men on the outside.]

JM: It's a bird ... It's a plane ...

AC: It's Masked Mania!

[As Giant-Maniac turns one of the masked men is right there to take
the big right leg out from immobile masked man.  He drops down to one
knee as the other masked men reaches his feet and the two smaller
Masked Maniac's begin driving fists and boots forcing Giant-Maniac
down to his stomach.]

JM: Some double team work by the two Masked Maniac's inside the ring
has taken Gene Gaines down.

AC: No ... No ... Giant-Maniac!

[One of the Maniac's hits the ropes and drops flat on the mat as one
of the Maniac's on the outside was there to grab his ankle.  The Other
Maniac springboards off the ropes and Asai Moonsault right on top of
Giant-Maniac.]


ONE ...


TWO ...


AC: No ... You can't pin Giant-Maniac!

JM: When has Masked Maniac ever performed an Asai Moonsault?

AC: Tonight ... Only on Damage Control ... Masked Mania baby!  That
Perry Fontana is a genius.

[Two other Maniac's have now dove under the ropes and grab Giant-
Maniac pushing himself to his feet and they lift him up in a double
suplex!  They then turn around just in time to eat a flying Maniac who
was on the outside and climbed to the top ropes and lands right on top
of both unexpecting men!]

AC: Maniac is air born a lot tonight!

JM: I am getting a head ache.

[One of the Maniac's hits the ropes as Masked Maniac turns around ...
TILT-A-WHIRL ... NO HEADSCISSORS and a Masked Maniac is tossed across
the ring!  Headscissors-Maniac is up and Masked Maniac catches him by
the head and DDT ...]

"___THUUUUUUD___"

JM: Now that looked like the real Masked Maniac ...  A cover!


ONE ...


TWO ...


[A save by a Masked Maniac.  He pulls DDT-Maniac up inverted atomic
drop ...  DDT-Maniac turns around and Giant-Maniac is up and charges
and knocks his teeth down his throat with a big boot.  Another
springboard, but this time Giant-Maniac _catches_ him ... SPINS
AROUND!]

"___THUUUUUUUD___"

JM: BIG Spinebuster by --

AC: Giant-Maniac!


ONE ...


TWO ...


JM: Another kick out.

AC: You can't pin Masked Maniac!

JM: Uhhh which one?

AC: That one.

JM: What one?

AC: The one right there.

JM: I see SIX of them!

AC: The one with the mask!

[Giant Maniac is up and Masked Maniac hits the ropes and ducks under a
big swing by Giant Maniac.  He rebounds and flying body press ...
Giant-Maniac catches him.  Another Masked Maniac from behind helps
Flying body Press-Maniac and Giant-Maniac is down!]


ONE ...


TWO ...


JM: Masked Maniac breaks it up.

AC: Like I said you can't pin Masked Maniac!

[Near the ropes a Masked Maniac is sent through the ropes and to the
outside.  Another Masked Maniac raises his arms as the fans pop and he
charges and leaps through the ropes with a PLANCHA landing right on
top of the masked man on the outside.  Somewhat Muscular-Maniac lifts
Masked Maniac up from behind in an electric chair ...]

"___THUUUUUUD___"

AC: Look at this action Joshua.  Tell me you aren't loving this?

JM: Of course any Masked Maniac is fun, but the fact all of this is
due to an assist to Perry Fontana winning the Network Championship.

AC: You have to give the man his due ...

JM: Well --

AC: COUSIN!

[The referee is back in the corner just staying away from this chaos.
Giant-Maniac lifts up one of the smaller masked men and begins a giant
swing ...  The masked superstar is being swung ... around ... around
... around ...  he lets go and we see a the masked superstar fly
across landing hard into the ground.  Giant-Maniac showing signs of
being dizzy stumbles backwards and from behind a low blow by cheap
shot-Maniac?]

AC: Ouch Giant Maniac's masked gonads!

JM: Masked gonads?

AC: Didn't you know that all true Masked Maniac's mask their gonads?

JM: I don't even want to know!

[Cheap shot-Maniac drops and breaks out into a worm across the ring.]

AC: The Maniac-worm!

JM: That must be One Eye Willy ... Masked Maniac's former best friend
and tag-team partner.

AC: How do you know?

JM: It looks very similar to the Pirate Worm.

AC: No it doesn't this is the Maniac Worm.

[As Worm-Maniac makes it to his feet he drops down into the splits and
the fans love it.  However from behind the only Masked Maniac on his
feet grabs Worm-Maniac from behind and belly-to-back Suplex into a
bridge!]


ONE ...


TWO ...


JM: HANDFUL OF TIGHTS!


THREE !!!


*DING*DING*DING*


JM: We have a winner ... Thank god!

AC: You can pin Maniac it just takes a handful of tights.

[Winner Maniac begins leaping up and down pumping his fist.  He leans
over the top ropes and calls for the microphone.]

JM: It looks like we may find out who "won" this disaster of a match.

Winner Maniac: I told you Outlaw ... I told you Masked Maniac ... One
day you would be out-shined by Brian Masters!

[BOOOOO!]

AC: I guess we have the name of who is under this mask.  Joshua who is
Brian Masters?

JM: It's one of the ... How do you put it ...

AC: Jobber?

JM: Guys in the back.

[Masters Maniac freezes in the ring when Widescreen Mode's
"Everlasting  Bomb," the harbinger of "Deathless" Perry Fontana's
imminent arrival, resounds in the arena. Above the ramp, the screen
comes to life in an explosion of flames, out of which a perpetual
statue of Fontana rises again and again in the middle of an
accelerated cycle of life and destruction, bearing a glittering PVW
Network Title on its shoulder.]

JM: Great. Here comes the Landis family's newest addition and, I'm
sure he'll remind us, one of the originators of Masked Mania...

AC: Come on fans ... THANK YOU FONTANA!  THANK YOU FONTANA!

[Head hidden the shiny hood of his red, orange and gold boxer's robe,
the PVW Network champion menacingly stomps towards the ring while
simultaneously cajoling his sparkling title belt on his shoulder,
vigilantly keeping it at a safe distance from the jeering fans along
the aisle. Fontana unceremoniously grabs a microphone, then steps
inside the ring, where the Masked Mania Challenge winner struggles in
vain to remove the Masked Maniac mask he dons.

Under the hood of his robe, the Everlasting One snarls and steps
towards Brian Masters, still desperately fighting against his own
mask.]

Masters: I'm not him! I'M NOT HIM!

[Oscillating between his usual raspy whispers and deafening screams,
Fontana finally speaks.]

Fontana: I have a _score_ to SETTLE with _you_, masked. MANIAC!!

Masters: No no no! I'm Masters! BRIAN MASTERS!

Fontana: I _trusted_ you, and you've DISAPPOINTED me! Aaah way! Worse
yet, cousin, you've _disappointed_ my beautiful WIFE!

Masters: No! No! ... if I can just get this stupid mask off...

Fontana: My wife wanted to tell her brother the news _herself_ when
the TIME WAS RIGHT! And you... you went ahead and BETRAYED _me_,
_bastardo_ PATETICO!

[A miniature nuclear mushroom of spray erupts from Fontana's mouth,
momentarily blinding Masters with spittle.]

Masters: Whaaa? No! I'm Brian Masters! Remember? I - we... I helped
you at Shattered Dreams! I helped you!

[Fontana balls his fist, making Masters flinch beneath his mask The
champion winds up and... playfully raps the masked victor's shoulder.]

Fontana: I _know_, cousin! I was just MESSING with you. Aaaah oui!!

Masters: Oh! Ha! Ha! Right... We ruined Outlaw's night, man!

Fontana: That's RIGHT, cousin! We _did_!

Masters: Ha! Ha! He's was such a clueless jerk to me, but no more!

Fontana: Because you won the Masked _Mania_ CHALLENGE!

Masters: Yeah!

Fontana: And you taught him a _lesson_ at Shattered DREAMS!

Masters: YEAH! We showed him!

Fontana: So I had to tell you, cousin, how _grateful_ I am. I had to
TELL it to you in front of all these stupidi imbecilli... Brian
Masters is one. Cool. Cat.

Masters: ... Thanks, man.

Fontana: You helped me win this tiresome PVW NETWORK CHAMPIONSHIP,
cousin, and I OWE you one for that. Aaahh ouais!

Masters: Yeah! Couldn't have done it without us!

Fontana: No, no, I could have. I could have done it without you
_any_day_, ANY TIME!

Masters: Wh-

Fontana: But your assistance made it _that_. Much. EASIER!

[Now, Master's chest isn't just glistening with the sweat of a hard
fought match, so to speak, it's also glistening with the spittle
Fontana keeps spraying all over him when he screams.]

Masters: Oh. Well...

Fontana: You _helped_, cousin, you did! And now you won the
_prestigious_ Masked MANIA _CHALLENGE_!

[Instead of celebratory confetti, more spit showers down on victorious
Brian Masters.]

Fontana: Which means your recent win to loss record is MORE IMPRESSIVE
than Masked Maniac's.

Masters: ... Yeah!

Fontana: That win tonight, Brian, it could mean _you_ are MORE
DESERVING OF A TITLE SHOT THAN MASKED MANIAC! Do you concur?

Master: ... HELL YEAH!

Fontana: You do deserve a title shot more than he does. Do you _like_
Masked Maniac, cousin?

Master: No, man. I never liked him. Ever! He's always been a drunk
jerk and a sellout.

Fontana: C'est vrai! I said IT'S TRUE! I've maintained it from the
very beginning, I can't STAND those T-Shirt shilling, poster selling
douche bags that populate PVW, and there is no bigger shill in this
whole place than MASKED MANIAC! He's a walking billboard, only
temporarily faithful to the highest bidder.

Master: Yeah! He beat up One Eyed Willy to join SSN.

[Slowly, Fontana removes his robe's hood, revealing the plushest set
of jet black hair and the biggest damn muttonchops known to man since
the civil war. In silence, he stares at Brian Masters in utter
disbelief.]

Fontana: Who the [BLEEP!] is One Eyed Willy?

Masters: He... He was his friend... Masked Maniac's a jerk, man!

[Fontana wraps his arm around Brian Master's shoulders, and continues
in gravelly, raspy whispers, bringing Masters into a close and
intimate conversation... despite the presence of thousands of PVW
fans.]

Fontana: But there's one problem, cousin. Tonight, I have been asked
to team up with that jerk, as you would call him.

Masters: I could see how that would be a kind of problem of some sort.

Fontana: And I've been asked to team up with that jerk against my
brother-in-law, Tom Landis.

[Hearing the name, the Greensboro crowd instinctively pops.]

Masters: Is... is that bad?

Fontana: Do you know what my favorite hobby is?

Masters: ... Does it have something to do with armbars?

Fontana: No. Mi piace fare l'amore romantico per la mia bella moglie
Emilia.

Masters: What?

Fontana: I SAID I LIKE TO MAKE ROMANTIC LOVE TO MY BEAUTIFUL WIFE
EMILY!

Masters: ...

JM: I could bet that was way too much information as far as Tom Landis
is
concerned...

Fontana: And my beautiful wife, cousin, dearly loves her beloved
brother.

Masters: ... Do I... do I need to know this?

Fontana: Crois-tu que je pourrais faire la tendresse a ma femme si je
tabasse son frere?

Masters: Wh-

Fontana: I SAID DO YOU THINK I COULD MAKE ROMANTIC LOVE TO MY WIFE IF
I BEAT UP HER BROTHER?

[More spittle blinds Masters, and he tries to break free, but
Fontana's grasp is too strong, his unrelenting arm wrapped around
Brian's shoulders. Still, despite standing in the middle of the ring,
Fontana talks to Masters as if he was alone with a confidant.]

Masters: ... I... I suppose not...

Fontana: So you see the problem, cousin, don't you? I'm teaming up
with a _jerk_ against my _brother_. My brother I can't hit. Because
tomorrow, my wife and I are going to the belated Landis Thanksgiving
dinner.

Masters: So... What does that mean?

Fontana: That means that Adrian Tanner's _arm_ is in serious, SERIOUS
danger tonight, cousin, cuz that's the _only_ thing I'll be allowed to
WORK on to my HEART'S _content!_

Masters: Ah... You're having dinner at the Landises?

Fontana: That's right. Which means I can't lose either. I can't hit my
brother, I can't trust my partner, and I CAN'T _afford_ TO LOSE!

Masters: Err...

Fontana: Tom Landis is my brother, now, so I _love_ him. He's
_family_.

Masters: Right...

Fontana: But when we both feast on a _lovingly_! ... BASTED! ...
_TURKEY_!!! ... there cannot be ANY DOUBT as to which brother is the
BETTER WRESTLER, cousin.

Masters: You... you love Tom Landis?

Fontana: Of course I do. He's my brother. Therefore, I love him.

Masters: But I thought...

Fontana: You're not very familiar with this concept, cousin, but
WINNING _is_ EVERYTHING! And in order to win tonight, I need to change
the equation in tonight's _main_ EVENT!

Masters: ...

Fontana: I can't change the fact that Tom Landis is my brother now,
and that I love him. And I certainly am NOT going jeopardize my
ability to indulge in my _favorite_ HOBBY, cousin! Aaaah waaay! So,
what's left?

Masters: Teaming up with a jerk?

Fontana: CORRECT! That is the only thing left that I can change,
cousin.

Masters: You... you want to team with me instead?

Fontana: Not an option. What I _can_ do, however, is FORGIVE Masked
Maniac for any... minor transgressions he may have committed in the
past. After all, how strong is a friendship if it can't even survive
little hurdles along the way? Ask any tag team in that locker room,
cousin, and they'll tell you the same. You can have little fights
along the way - as will inevitably happen between mere humans - but
real friends forgive each other and move on. DO YOU HEAR THAT, MANIAC?
FRIENDS FORGIVE!

Masters: ...

[After that outburst, Fontana returns to that intimate little world he
has created by wrapping his arm around Masters' shoulders, once again
acting like the audience itself didn't exist.]

Fontana: A real friend, cousin, he forgives, and even though he knows
a _secret_ of his own that he _could_ reveal out of revenge, he would
keep that secret a secret. Because that's what friends do. YOU HEAR,
MANIAC? REAL FRIENDS WON'T REVEAL SECRETS EVEN THOUGH THEIR FRIEND DID
IT!

[As the cloud of spittle dissipates like the new outburst that created
it, Fontana again whispers to his new confidant in that raspy whisper
of his.]

Fontana: A real friend wouldn't _amputate_ his friend, even though he
could, cousin. That's just not what real friends do. A real friend, in
spite of everything, would keep his promise after all, and give his
friend the title shot he wanted. DID YOU GET ALL OF THAT, MANIAC? REAL
FRIENDS WILL STILL GIVE THEIR FRIEND THAT TITLE SHOT THEY WANTED...
if...

Masters: ... If?

Fontana: ... If they kick my brother's butt all over this ring tonight
and help me _amputate_ Adrian TANNER! Aaahh waay! Because THAT would
make it all worth it, cousin! I love Tom Landis, cousin, he's my
brother. Ya rien de plus important que la famille. But when Tom Landis
carves that fat Butterball bird and puts the juiciest slice in my
plate, cousin, he'll do it knowing that *I* _WON_ tonight's match and
_he_ DIDN'T! THAT is totally worth a title shot.

Masters: Hold on. I thought I was going to get the title shot!

Fontana: You could. Ahhh ouais! 'Cause if Masked Maniac _loses_
tonight, you might as well get the title shot instead, cousin!

Masters: Awesome!

Fontana: But you know what else real friends do?

Masters: No?

Fontana: They don't let guys like you call their friend a jerk or a
sellout.

[In a flash, the arm embracing Masters unfolds, twisting the Masked
Mania Challenge winner and bringing him down to the mat with... an
armbar! And after repositioning himself, the crowd jeers when Fontana
locks in...]

JM: Amputation! Things certainly have taken a sudden turn for the
worst for Brian Masters...

[Masters is a squealing mass of semi-humanity as his arm is,
ostensibly broken and possibly removed, frantically tapping to no
avail.]

JM: Fontana is taking out Masters for running down the Masked Maniac?
Is it supposed to be a gesture of loyalty?

[Suddenly the crowd explodes in sound as a man in a UNC Tar Heels hat
and windbreaker jumps the guardrail and slides into the ring.
Flinging the hat off his head and into the face of Fontana, the Masked
Maniac stands defiant.]

JM: Maniac!?  Where'd he come from!? But mostly... what is he going to
do!?

[Fontana locks eyes with Maniac, looking surprised, and slowly
releases his vicious finishing hold on the poor hapless journeyman
grappler.  Maniac squats quickly, and pops back up, Fontana's dropped
microphone in hand.]

MM: Hey.  Perry.  Can you hear me now?

[A mild face pop rings out as Maniac circles Fontana, and Perry rolls
to his feet, backing away and circling as well, Brian Masters in the
center, struggling to recover.]

MM: 'Cause let me tell you, I'm ready to talk.  You see, I've been
thinking lately, and it occurs to me that I've been a punching bag for
a really long time for a lot of people.  Funny thing about a punching
bag though. Eventually... it snaps, and everything comes dumping out
of it.

[Scowling, the Network champion talks back at Maniac, but without a
microphone the only people who can hear him are in the ring.]

MM: And not good stuff, either, Perry.  This isn't some pinata party
where you whack a paper mache donkey with a stick and candy comes
pouring out.  I mean, sure, the stuff looks like cotton candy, but
isn't...  Maybe it's fiberglass.  Maybe it's something scary.
Something... Poisonous.

[At about this point a grateful Brian Masters stumbles forward into
Maniac's chest.  Maniac steadies the man who just called him a jerk...
then kicks him in the gut and drops him instantly headfirst onto the
mat!

Mixed pop!]

JM: Maniac Spike! If Masters thought he was saved, he can think again.
...Which I doubt he can do right at this moment...

[Rolling back up to one knee, Maniac faces Fontana again.]

MM: So what do you have to say for yourself, "partner"?  Tonight's the
night.  Tonight's the night when I get what I want, and you can't do
anything about it.  All I have to do is take out A-Drain and your dear
new brother and that title is as good as _mine_.

[Fontana steps forth, a piercing look in his rounded eyes, a menacing
snarl on his lips, but Masked Maniac doesn't flinch. And then... the
Everlasting One grins, reaching for the mike.]

Fontana: Yes, cousin! YES! What I see standing before me is a man that
has the _right_ attitude to WIN us a tag team match! Je vois enfin un
vrai MANIAQUE! I said _finally_, I see a _real_ MANIAC! Tu n'auras
jamais une chance de me battre mais... you're _this_ close to the
ultimate prize.

[Saying these words, Fontana presents the shiny PVW Network Title,
delicately resting on the sleeve of his boxer's robe, the way an art
appraiser may display a priceless artifact.]

Fontana: That's the ATTITUDE you've _always_ lacking, cousin! You
don't get wins just by earning them, cousin, that ain't enough. You
can't simply _wait_ until someone else decides you "deserve" a title
shot to get it, YOU'VE GOT TO GO OUT AND TAKE IT! Aaaahh ouais! Take
it and make it yours. Come out tonight, and _take_ this win. Take it
because Tanner and Landis, they want it too. But only one team can
win, so you've got to _take_ it! Take it... because your title shot
depends on it. And without a title shot, you _can't_ become the PVW
_Network_ CHAMP!

[Fontana puts the Network title back on his shoulder, then places his
hand on Maniac's.]

Fontana: Are you ready?

MM: Yeah.

Fontana: Are you ready to _take_ your place as an official challenger
to the PVW Network Championship?

MM: Yeah!

Fontana: Are you ready to _prove_ to my brother-in-law he only got
LUCKY last week?

MM: Yeah!!

Fontana: Are you ready to beat Tanner's peculiarly misshapen face
inwards?

MM: YEAH!!

Fontana: Aaaaaahhh WAAAY! Then we're all set, PARTNER! Let's go!

AC: Masked Maniac better watch himself.  He has the chance of a
lifetime tonight.  Teaming with Perry Fontana and with such highstakes
opportunity.

JM: It appears Maniac has his eyes on that Network Championship.

AC: With good reason, but if he isn't careful he will end up like
Brian Masters.

JM: Last Heatwave we saw two hard-nose matches Spectre took on Ronan
Benedict and The Mercenary took on Marcus Manson.  Tonight Ronan
Benedict and The Mercenary are paired up to do battle.

AC: If you want lots of sexy wrestling moves this match probably won't
be for you.  However if you want hard nosed knocks with loud impact
moves you all in for a treat.

[Cut to The Voice standing inside the ring ...]

HD: This match is scheduled for one fall ...  Introducing first
weighing in at 265 pounds.  Wrestling out of the bunker.  The
Mercenary !!!

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

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

JM: Here is one of the most unpredictable wrestlers in the business.
You never know his intentions or what side he is on.  He has been with
and against the Widowmakers.  He has defeated huge stars in this
company including the likes of William Craven.

AC: Tonight he can make another huge statement with Ronan Benedict.

HD: His opponent ...  Weighing in at 232 pounds.  Hailing out of Grand
Rapids, Michigan.  "Preying Wolf" Ronan Benedict!!!

[Heavy guitars and drums cue up, ushering in the opening riffs of
DevilDriver's "Before the Hangman's Noose".  A small man is barely
seen behind the glass doors, his head bowed low.  Then, as Dez begins
the opening lines, the doors slide open.  And "Ravager" Ronan Benedict
steps out and down the steps to the stage.]

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

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

JM: They don't come out as motivated and zoned in like Ronan.  He
overcame the Pit Monster and he stood toe-to-toe and didn't balk when
he was sent out to face The Spectre.

AC: Not many men can stare the devil in the eyes and live to tell the
story.  You have to give Ronan credit he gave Spectre about as good as
you can give him.

[The two men meet in the center of the ring as the referee tells them
the rules before the match.  Mercenary stands four inches taller then
Benedict, but The Preying Wolf doesn't even blink.]

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              Ronan Benedict v. The Mercenary
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*DING!* *DING!* *DING!*


JM: And there is the sweet sound of the bell.

AC: Both men backing away, but their eyes never leave ...

[Benedict charges forward and hits big Merc with a diving chop block
to the front of the leg, taking him down. Benedict leaps into the air
and drops with the blunt end of his knee onto the back of the head of
Mercenary.  Benedict locks the back of Mercenary's arms and spins
himself around trapping him down locking his arms back.]

JM: The Preying Wolf going right at Mercenary and looking to control
the pace of the match.

AC: Smart way to face a guy like Mercenary.  Make the unpredictable
... Predictable.

[After moving his positioning ... Benedict is up and charged towards
the ropes, as Mercenary reaches his feet he leaps into a leaping knee
strike, but Mercenary side steps.  The Preying Wolf turns around and
Mercenary goes for a big front slam early but Benedict fired off quick
right hands and landed a DDT at the last second.]

"___THUUUUUD___"

JM: Series of counters and Benedict keeps the upper hand.  Perhaps
Benedict is the unpredictable here tonight.

[Benedict whipped Mercenary off the ropes but got plowed down with a
big Shoulder Block. The Mercenary stumbled to the corner and shook of
the cob-webs while Benedict rolled back up onto his feet, bounced off
the ropes and hit Mercenary with a running flying shoulder block
sending Mercenary staggering backwards but Benedict back down to the
mat.]

AC: Unpredictable may be right.  The Preying Wolf is on the attack
here tonight.  Usually that is Mercenary's role.

[Benedict fired off some right hands keeping Mercenary in the ropes
then bounced off the ropes. Benedict set up and dragon screw legwhip
sent Mercenary right back to the mat and rolls to the outside. The
Preying Wolf is right behind him and to the outside and turns
Mercenary around and locks him in a clinch and begins driving his knee
forward and then locks a double arm ... driving him down with another
DDT.]

JM: Benedict on the full on attack here.  He isn't giving Mercenary
any time to refocus.

AC: It appears Ronan did his homework.

[Benedict backs up and charges at Mercenary as he pulls himself to his
feet. Benedict leaps up onto the steel steps and then dives off with a
leaping knee only to be caught by Mercenary. Mercenary rolls Benedict
half-way in, making sure his head/upper torso hung out of the ring
when he drove an elbow into his face. Mercenary held Benedict up with
one hand, making sure he didn't slide out of the ring while with the
other hand he pounded away at his face. Big Merc reentered the ring
and delivered a whip to Benedict into the corner then charged at him
for a follow-up attack. Mercenary went for a running splash but
Benedict quick on his feet dodged it and Merc's ran sternum-first into
the corner.]

JM: Mercenary looked to be back in control, but that didn't last very
long.

[Mercenary turned just in time to eat a charging leaping knee smashing
him back into the corner.  Mercenary stumbled out and dropped to his
chest ... Benedict locks the downed Mercenary in a Fujiwara armbar.
Mercenary struggled for a moment only to reach the ropes. Benedict
dropping the hold and backing off his downed opponent.  As soon as
Mercenary reached his feet he charged right back in, but this time
Mercenary lifted Benedict up by the throat and shook the ring with a
vicious choke Slam!]


ONE ...


TWO ...


AC: Mercenary thought he had it right there.

JM: Heck I thought he had it right there.

[Mercenary whipped Benedict off the ropes and lifted him onto his
shoulder in a Tilt-O-Whirl fashion, then dumped him over the top rope
to the ground below.  Benedict rolled to his stomach as Mercenary went
to the outside this time to repay Benedict for the earlier damage.  He
pulled up the Preying Wolf and sent him shoulder first into the steel
ring corner.  Mercenary then grabbed the back of Benedict's head and
charged him forward and let go of him launching him shoulder first
into the ring steps ...]

"___CRAAAAASH___"

JM: Mercenary unloading payment ... This time not in the form of green
paper.

AC: No Mercenary only accepts that payment.

[Mercenary rolls Benedict back into the ring and rolled in making the
cover.]


ONE ...


TWO ...


JM: Another kick out by the Preying Wolf.

[Mercenary turned Benedict around and dropped him with a standing
neckbreaker.  He then made it back to his feet and Greco-Roman boot to
the nads!  The referee was right there in Mercenary's ear, but the
bigger man just smiled.]

AC: The old boot to the nads.  That'll put ya down every time.

[Mercenary slowly pulled Benedict up, but it backfired as Benedict
shoved him off and leaped into a spinning kick that hit Mercenary
right in the mid-chest.  Benedict then sent Mercenary into the ropes
and lifted him up into a spinning spinebuster ...]

"___THUUUUUUD___"


ONE ...


TWO ...


JM: Another two-count.  Neither man wants to be the one to quit in
this match.

AC: Everyone wants to be a contender here in PVW.  It takes victories
to do that.

[Benedict setting up for the death valley driver and he lifts
Mercenary up, but the veteran slides out and spins the Preying Wolf
around and drops down with a vicious jawbreaker.  Benedict stumbles
backwards and bounces off the ropes and back into Mercenary who sets
him up for the classic style ... PILEDRIVER!]

"___THUUUUUUUD___"

JM: Big Mercenary is a master at the classic piledriver!  Ronan is in
some big trouble here.

[Mercenary yanks the Preying Wolf up and quickly lifts him back up ...
in a delayed brainbuster ....]

JM: PAYOFF!!!


ONE ...


TWO ...


THREE !!!


AC: There we go ... Benedict fought hard and at times it appeared he
may be headed to pull it out.  However in the end the veteran ... the
big man Mercenary was just too much just like he has been on so many
occasions.

JM: Mercenary is one of the men who just don't know how to quit and
another huge win for the hired gun.

[Cut back to the studio and on the big-screen sits the PVW/SSN
Heatwave logo.]

JM: Folks we are half way through the show tonight, but Damage Control
isn't the only must tune in wrestling show.  On Heatwave this week it
will be headlined by the World Champion Rob Cole who was so nice to
show up earlier.  He will take on Widowmaker big man Marcus Manson.

AC: What happens if Marcus Manson does win the PVW World Championship?
Does Rick Marley still cash that Called Shot in?

JM: That's just one of the many storylines headed into this match.
Last week we saw what could be called a major upset when Caleb Foley
defeated Alex Martinez.

AC: With a little bit of distractions ...

JM: This week the SSN backed superstar has his chance at redemption
when he teams with the returning old school brawler - Dr. X when they
take on Doc Holliday and Caleb Foley.

AC: Poor Doc Holliday.  How would you like to team against a team that
both wants to crush Caleb Foley and Jason Keening.  It appears Doc
Holliday sort of got wrapped up in business that wasn't really his.

JM: Oh if there is chaos around you can almost guess that Doc Holliday
is right around the corner.  Since the day he first appeared in the
PVW he has been right in the middle of things.  Plus we welcome back
former PVW Heavyweight champion - Brian Young.  He has been battling
major knee injuries and from what I have been told it has been
recommended to him to hang up the boots once and for all.

AC: Hey you won't see me shedding any tears.  He is lucky to have had
a career as long as he has had.  Some of us don't get that chance.

JM: That may be true, but he has had a storied career and was a big
part of PVW's first year.  You can say his reign as Heavyweight
Champion was the day PVW took that step to what we have become today.
So on Heatwave Brian has his chance to say goodbye.

AC: Well bye.

JM: Speaking of former PVW Heavyweight Champions ... Chase Williams
will be in action facing Tommy Ryder.  The returning Chris Hopper
collides with PVW's Warrior Larry Gionet.

AC: A Chase and Hopper sweep right there.

JM: Two veterans in Tracy Hudson and Johnny Detson will have at it one
more time.  Some of the older fans out there will enjoy watching these
two face off again.

AC: Whatever happened to Johnny Detson.  I remember when he came out
there told everyone to F-off and backed it up.  With his new soft
attitude Tracy Hudson should have a rather easy time.

JM: In a pair of tag team battles.  Jokers Wild is set to square off
with Mike Cox and Scott Neilsen and Made Men look to teach newcomers
Weinrib and Mubarak a lesson.

AC: Or to prove their win over the tag team champions was a fluke.

JM: What has become a favorite here with the PVW fans.  Five of PVW's
finest will collide in Scramble rules in what has been teased as a
Blood Bowl teaser.

#Here it is again#
#Yet it stings like the first time#
#Seasons never end#
#Double nickels on your dime#
#I thought we were friends#
#I guess it just depends who you ask#
#These feelings tend to leave me with a hole in my chest#

[MASSIVE pop as Will Geddings emerges from the backstage area. He has
on a white t-shirt and a pair of jeans and seems somewhat shocked by
the level of the reception. He stops at the top of the rampway and
looks around at the fans, smiling and breathing heavily. He slowly
walks down the ramp, seemingly soaking it in. His pace is slow, but it
seems to be based on his injury as opposed to the reception. Geddings
very slowly walks the stairway and steps through the ropes, entering
the ring and getting a microphone.]

[Geddings raises the mic slowly, wincing, but stops as a "Welcome
Home!" chant begins. Geddings smiles and finally begins to speak.]

Geds: Home's an interesting concept. I'm not from here, and yet
this...such a warm embrace. Such kindness. It moves the heart.

[Pop!]

Geds: And this seems to be as far east as PVW dares to venture. So be
it. I would be proud to call Greensboro, North Carolina...home.

[Pop! Geddings lowers the mic and looks around, still smiling. He
raises the mic again, and begins to speak slowly and deliberately.]

Geds: In Charlotte in a few nights, I will step into a scramble match.
I will face off against a technician in Donkey, a flyer in Outlaw, a
grappler in Detson, and a coward in Xavier Feyr.

Geds: And then there's me. A bird without wings, so to speak. If odds
were being taken on this match, I would surely be a solid underdog.
I'd expect that most of the people in the proverbial know would see me
as the one who gets pinned at Heatwave. They may not even take action
on me...I'm like the Temple Owls of the match.

[Boos begin to trickle through the arena]

Geds: I've never understood odds, though, and I've certainly never
cared for them. It does not matter to me what those people think of
me...the only thing that matters...is you people.

[Pop!]

Geds: What my opponents need to understand is that at Heatwave,
they're not facing an injured superstar. They're not facing a 31 year
old man with bad knees and a *censored* lung. Donkerhardt, Feyr,
Werner, and Outlaw...they are facing -the- Flyking. And they are going
to have to march into the Carolinas. Into MY Carolinas...and beat me.
They will have to face me...backed by all of you...at Heatwave!

[Pop!]

Geds: I will not be beaten by a man with a warped sense of reality and
vocabulary...I will NOT be beaten by a man who used to be Dark Soul
for Christ's sake...I will NOT be beaten by a man who cannot fight by
himself like Feyr...

[Geddings' volume has increased sporadically until it is at a fever
pitch. Apparently it is too much for his body to handle as he slows
down, breathing heavily. He motions to the ringside attendant who
pulls a folding chair and slides it into the ring. Geddings opens it
and takes a seat.]

Geds: Well, I was going to say something about Werner, but when your
breaths are valuable you tend not to waste them. Here's the thing. I'm
not going to lose in my part of the country. A lot of people are
speculating that my ex-wife came up with this scramble match for me.
That she did it with some intention of ending my career. I think it's
something a bit different. I think the PVW saw where they were
traveling and made the conscious decision to put me into a match with
more than one opponent. They didn't do it with malice in their minds,
though.

Geds: PVW did it because they knew it would take a fleet to beat me in
the Carolinas. Long Live the King.

[Pop as Geds slowly stands up and steps through the ropes, heading
back to the backstage area.]

JM: Huge words from the Flyking.  He is set for a huge match on
Heatwave.

AC: Big words for a half broken down man.  Not the smartest move
either.  He just put a bullseye on his back with four other guys.

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

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

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

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

HD: Now making their way to the ring, weighing in at 305 lbs.
Accompanied to the ring by "The Gambler" Judd Marley.  Here is Black
Jack Baldwin!

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

JM: There is Jack Baldwin.  You know both the Wild Cards would love to
get their hands around both members of PAIN after last Heatwave.

AC: I'm not sure there is an ending to that line.

[Baldwin gets the crowd going in a chant.  OHNO SUCKS!!!  OHNO
SUCKS!!!  OHNO SUCKS!!!]

JM: Baldwin already up to his usual antics.  I am surprised Outlaw
isn't down here to get some revenge on PAIN too.  The list is growing.

[The lights go out in the arena as the sound of a gong is heard as a
yin-yang symbol appears on the screen, quickly changing to the Hong
Kong cityscape, and the opening notes of "Superstar" by S.H.E. begin
playing.]

JM: And here comes the evil doctors.

[Two women step out onto the entrance ramp, one a perky Asian girl
wearing a como-baby tee, and argo pants, her hair spiked up like DBZ
character with red highlights.  The other, a more refined looking
woman in a deep amethyst evening gown and heels with a cool, slightly
bored, slightly annoyed expression on her face.]

HD:  From Hong Kong, China... OOOOOOHNOOOOOOOOO!

[The two step to either side of the curtain and do the classic Vana
White gesture, as a spotlight appears on the curtain, and a black clad
figure comes tearing out from behind the entrance ramp doing a series
of carwheels and handsprings.]

JM:  WOW!

[The display is cut short however, as Ohno does a backflip, and
miscalculates, not quite landing right and falling over, doing several
back rolls down the aisle.]

JM:  Pbbbt!

AC:  Those cameramen should be more careful leaving those cables out!

JM:  I don't see in cables on the ramp.

[Meili and Violet rush to Ohno's side to make sure he's okay.  Ohno
shakes the cobwebs off, and bends his crooked sunglasses back into
shape, then falls back and kip-ups to his feet, raising his hands as
if he had pulled the move off perfectly, to the crowds laughter.
Ohno, seems oblivious to this, and continues to the ring.]

JM: Well this is going to be one for the ages.  Wild Cards and PAIN's
problems goes back years.



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               Jack Baldwin v. Dr. Ohno Ow
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*DING!* *DING!* *DING!*


JM: There is the sound of the bell and another chapter in this war is
about to be written here in North Carolina!  Baldwin is licking his
chops to get those big hands around Ohno's throat.

AC: Ohno has a look of confidence of his own!

[Ohno closes his eyes and begins to meditate ...  Baldwin then breaks
out in his version of Karate Kid meditating.]

AC: Wax on ... Wax off.

JM: Ohno opens one eye and notices Baldwin!

[Meili begins jumping up and down complaining that Baldwin can't do
that.  Of course the referee and anyone else isn't really hearing what
she is saying ... While all the distraction is going on Baldwin breaks
out of his meditation with a charging lariat ...  Ohno quick on his
feet ducks a lariat from Baldwin, and hits him with a quick kick to
the gut as he ducks under, following through and then snapping his
foot back with a thrust kick to the small of Baldwin's back.  He then
spins, leaps and connects with a cyclone like kick that nearly takes
Baldwin's head off to start the match off!]

JM: Holy mother of god!  Ohno is on his game out there Coop.  Did you
see that?

AC: Huh what?  Did the match start?

JM: Would you stop drooling over Meili over here.

[Ohno looks around like he is Bruce Lee in enter the dragon and he
turns around with a quick and flawless motion and brings his foot down
right into the abdominal region with a kick and does the whole -
"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA"]

JM: Ohno with the sound effects.

AC: Such emotion in his wrestling.

[Ohno yanks Baldwin up and gives a half looking karate chop / half
knife edge chop into the chest of Black Jack Baldwin.  Ohno pushes him
against the ropes and sends him across.  Ohno drops to his stomach as
Baldwin comes across.  Ohno pops back up and leaps into spinning kick
... Black Jack stops and weaves backwards.  Ohno turns and goes for a
chop, but Baldwin catches his hand and begins to shake his head "no".]

JM: Ohno is saying no don't.

AC: Actually I think he is saying Ohnooooo nooooo.

[Baldwin reaches back with a big right that rocks the PAIN doctor.  He
reaches back and drills him again.  Marley roots his partner on as he
sends Ohno flying towards the corner and Ohno lifts his foot up
blocking the corner and spins around to receive Baldwin charging in
smashing him into the corner as the crowd pops.  Baldwin grabs the
right arm of Ohno and sends him across with another Irish whip and
Ohno collides chest first and stumbles backwards.  Baldwin grabs him
from behind and lifts him up and falls backwards with a ring shaking
suplex.  Baldwin then stumbles back and off the ropes and drops down
with a falling head butt and lands colliding heads with Ohno.]

"___THUUUUUUUUUD___"

*POPPAGE*

JM: Heads collide and Baldwin right back up!

AC: One of the hardest heads in the business right there.

[Baldwin pulls Ohno back to his feet and gutwrench ... backbreaker!
The Wildcard member hooks the leg and the referee is down to make the
count.]


ONE ...


TWO ...


JM: Kick out as Violet and Meili are both on the ring apron
complaining to the referee.

AC: What a lucky referee.

[Baldwin uses the distraction to his advantage and drags Ohno over and
begins using the ropes to choke Ohno as Meili hops up and down even
more showing off her goods in the process pointing at what's going on
inside the ring.  Finally the referee turns around and Baldwin drops
Ohno and holds his arms up acting innocent as Marley has a good laugh
on the outside.]

AC: Hey wait a second.

JM: Oh you'll get used to it Coop.  This is the Wild Card way.

[And as Ohno pushes himself to his feet he turns around just in time
to get his head nearly taken off with a short-arm lariat.  Baldwin
quickly hops to the second ropes and leaps off with a legdrop and
drives Ohno into the mat one more time and hooks the leg.]


ONE ...


TWO ...


THR ---


*BOOOO!*


JM: So close, but Ohno kicks out and shakes his head no.

[Baldwin knows the game well.  He is right back up and pulls Ohno up
and lights his chest up with a knife-edge chop.  He reaches back and
continues to make Ohno's chest bright red.  He grabs and traps both of
Ohno's arms while facing him, then fires off with a series of fast,
hard head butts into his face, nose and head area.  With each pounding
head butt the fans POP and Meili and Violet cover their face.]

JM: Double Down by Baldwin and Ohno drops down to the mat to both
knees ....  CHARGING YAKUZA KICK BY BALDWIN!

AC: Vicious!  It looked like he kicked Ohno's teeth down his throat.

JM: Another cover.


ONE ...


TWO ...


... Ohno this time with a shoulder up!

[Baldwin shrugs and as he reaches his feet he notices Meili who
dropped her lipstick on the outside and is bending over in her very
revealing outfit.  Baldwin stands admiring the view for a few long
seconds then turns back to Ohno.  As he begins to pull the PAIN doctor
up Ohno brings a quick karate strike to the family jewels.]

*GROOOAN*

AC: Oh that is so wrong.  Brilliant but wrong.  Meili got Baldwin all
hot and bothered then Ohno took complete advantage.

JM: Don't feel too sorry for him Coop.  As much as I enjoy the Wild
Cards.  They would do the same thing in a heart beat.

[Baldwin stumbles backwards in pain and Ohno is to his feet and
charges with a leaping kick right to the mid-chest of Baldwin and
through the ropes goes the Wild Card and to the outside.  Ohno drops
to his back and follows Baldwin to the outside.  Ohno pulls Baldwin up
and backs him up against the ring barricade, blasting him with a
series of kicks, when a fan asks him for an autograph.  Ohno stops and
starts signing autographs for the fans, while Violet is completely
irate.  Baldwin recovers and emerges behind Ohno, and grabs him by the
shoulder.  Mistaking him for one of the fans, Ohno signs JB's hand
without looking. Baldwin looks at his hand in confusion for a moment,
then simply pantses Ohno.  Flashbulbs go off as Ohno stands in shock
with his pants around his ankles.  He then screams "NOOOOOO!
PAPARAZI!" while covering his face.  Baldwin takes the opportunity to
charge a clothesline him into the ring barricade.]

JM: BWHAHAHAHA!

AC: Oh my ...

JM: I warned you about them didn't I?

AC: Yeah but ...

[Baldwin is quick to pull Ohno up, but Meili is right behind him
pushing her breast together.  Baldwin eyes widen for a second and
Meili takes one for the team as she grabs Baldwin's head and pushes it
right into her chest as the fans cheer!!!]

AC: Me next ... Me next!

JM: Hey if there is a line forming!

[Baldwin stumbles back with a big grin across his face, but Ohno with
a Martial Arts Shoulder-throw and sends Baldwin head first down to the
cement.  The PAIN member stumbles around shaking the cobwebs and he
grabs Baldwin by the back of the head and sends him in under the
ropes.  Violet gives Ohno words of encouragement and a few orders
while she is at it.  Ohno back in the ring and executes a snap suplex,
but instead of going to his back, sits with it and keeps hold
Baldwin's neck, whipping Baldwin into a neckbreaker.]

"___THUUUUUUD___"

JM: A signature move for Ohno and the cover!


ONE ...


TWO ...


... Shoulder up and Marley is relieved.

AC: Ohno almost put Baldwin away with that right there.

[Ohno looking up as if he is starting to feel it.  Baldwin begins to
push himself up and Ohno turns and unloads into repeated palm strikes
to the chest of a prone opponent ... Violet shouts for him to finish
him.  Ohno pulls Baldwin up and hits Baldwin with a Triad kick in the
corner, turns with the momentum and slips out between the ropes, then
springs up to kick him with roundhouse to the head, and then reverse
huracanrana's JB right out of the ring.]

JM: Baldwin right back to the outside!!!  And look at Ohno!

AC: He is quite proud of himself.

[Ohno climbs back up onto the ring apron and poses for photos while
striking a victory pose.]

AC: Can you hear the fans?

JM: Boo's?

AC: No ... OHNO!  OHNO!

JM: I think you have joined Ohno in his fantasy world.

[Ohno continues to soak up the cheers and Baldwin clubs him from
behind.  Violet is quickly there grabbing a hold of Baldwin and Marley
leaps onto the ring apron and begins to step through and make his way
over to pull the women off his partner - but the referee stops Judd in
his tracks and points to return to the outside.  Mal, dressed as a
beer vendor, hits Baldwin with his carrying case of beer, also
catching Meili with it by "accident".]

"___THUUUUUUNK___"

JM: What the ...

AC: Beer for all!

[Mal looks surprised for a moment and then cries "YES!  I GOT H-I
mean... what a tragedy!  WHATEVER shall I DO!" *shifty eyes*  Now
inside the ring Ohno goes for the Paparazi Treatment on Baldwin, but
Baldwin throws Ohno off, and lifts Ohno up for a gorilla press.]

*COUNTER POP!*

JM: Looks like things may have backfired on Ohno.  And look at Marley
he is high tailing it after Mal Practice.

AC: He wants the free beer!

[Violet, however, quickly helps up Meili, who's baby-T is now soaking
wet, and it is now obvious she's not wearing a bra under it.  Violet
whistles to get attention, making sure Meili is where Baldwin can see
her.  The crowd erupts into catcalls and cheers at the sight, and
Baldwin actually stops in mid press, eyes bulging, and drool running
out of his mouth... he drops Ohno, who quickly twists Baldwin's arm as
he drops and shortarms him into "Quiet On the Set!" A short arm
reverse thrust kick in which Ohno jams his foot, toes-first, into
Baldwin's throat.]


ONE ...


TWO ...


THREE !!!


*DING*DING*DING*


JM: It worked.  In the end PAIN's grand plan worked.

AC: And we got a strip show out of it.

JM: Look at Ohno he is up and now posing.

AC: And Meili is joining him!

JM: I know this will upset quite a few people with Meili inside the
ring, but lets go to the back with Dean Hayes.

AC: Damn Dean Hayes way to cock block a few thousand of us!

[Cut to the back, where Dean Hayes is standing next to Tom Landis in
his ring gear.]

DH: Dean Hayes here, standing by with one of the participants in the
next match, "Hellraiser" Tom Landis.  Tom, you've got quite a tough
call to make tonight.  You're teaming with Adrian Tanner against the
Masked Maniac... and the man you only recently found out is your new
brother-in-law, "Everlasting" Perry Fontana.  How can you possibly
reconcile that fact with tonight's main event?

TL: It hasn't exactly been an easy couple of weeks, Dean.  My family
relations have been an open book the last couple of years, and they
haven't exactly been pretty.  And to find out the business has now
reached my baby sister...

[Tom stops, and takes a deep breath.]

TL: I'm dealing with it, okay?

DH: But it must be hard to be in direct competition with him tonight.
Or is it therapeutic to be able to get your hands on Perry Fontana?

TL: Well Dean, we've reached something of an agreement for tonight.
Neither Perry or I are going to be getting our hands around the other.
The absolute last thing I'm going to put my family through is another
war, and like it or not...

[Another deep breath, as Tom measures his words...]

Perry Fontana is now my brother.

[As these words sink in, Tom wipes a bead of sweat from his forehead.]

DH: But the match?

TL: Look, I'll have no problem going in there and taking out all my
frustrations on the Masked Maniac.  Did it once before, won't have any
problems doing it again.  And I'm sure Perry has no qualms about
beating up on Tanner.  The match is still on...

...I'm just not about to rip my family in half over it.

DH: Best of luck, Tom.

TL: ...thanks.

[Fade.]

AC: Well that's an interesting twist on tonight's main event.

JM: You know Landis wants at Fontana more than anything right now but
in the honor of family he is being the better man.

AC: And what about Fontana he said just about the same thing.

JM: In different words yes.

HD: It's time for our Main Event.

*MAIN EVENT POP!*

AC: Are you ready Cousin?

JM: Ready as ever.

HD: Introducing first from Tucson, Arizona.  Weighing in at 228
pounds.  The Arizona Assassin ... Adrian Tanner Jr!

[Darkness.]

Revolver Ocelot: Hold it right there, traitor. Let's find out just how
lucky you are.

[The IntenseTron lights up as spliced footage from Metal Gear Solid 3
plays on the screen.]

(Ocelot reveals a bullet for his revolver. He loads the bullet)

Ocelot: Watch closely. (takes out three revolvers)

Ocelot: One of these three guns has a single bullet in it. I'm going
to pull the trigger six times in a row. Are you ready?

(Ocelot juggles the three guns. Each time he pulls a trigger, Sokolov
winces. The fifth time a trigger is pulled, Sokolov pisses his pants)

Ocelot: Looks like your luck hasn't run out yet.

(The sixth time, the gun fires and the screen shatters into a million
pieces as two words appears through the broken-ness.)

+A R I Z O N A
A S S A S S I N+

v/o: "GO!"

[Red and white spotlights illuminate the stage as "Tranquil" by
Darkest Hour plays through the PA. The red spotlights make a circle
through the crowd while the white spotlights pulse in tune with the
music for a very dizzying effect, as Adrian Tanner steps out, head
down, most of his face obscured by the hood of his ring-jacket. He
walks down the ramp towards the ring, before stopping at the end of
the ramp before the ring, looks down and then throws his arms out to
the side as pyro explodes from the stage behind him. He pulls the
jacket off as he slides under the ropes, mounts the nearest turnbuckle
and makes a gun motion with his left hand. He cocks the "guns",
"fires" then jumps down and begins his pre-match warmup.]

JM: Tanner has had success around the wrestling world and brings an
impressive resume to the PVW.

AC: Well traveled veteran looking to make a name on the big stage.
Well he was given a shot here in the Damage Control Main Event.

JM: If he picks up the pinfall he could choose to face Perry Fontana
for the PVW Network Championship.

[The lights in the arena dim as the abrupt beginning to "You Know My
Name" by Chris Cornell hits, and the crowd cheers strongly as a subtle
cast of red light is shone over them.  The entrance is similarly
bathed in the red hue as the voice of Chris Cornell comes in.]

# If you take a life, do you know what you'll give
# Odds are, you won't like what it is
# When the storm arrives, would you be seen with me
# By the merciless eyes I've deceived

[And after a few seconds, a figure emerges through the portal to stand
in the midst of the red light.  He stands, frozen there as the
spotlights begin to pulse around him.]

# I've seen angels fall from blinding heights
# But you yourself are nothing so divine
# Just next in line

[And as the chorus hits, the lights come on in blindingly full force
to reveal "Hellraiser" Tom Landis standing there.  He's dressed for
combat, wearing full length black tights with a silver and red design
running up the legs, and "Hellraiser" written on the seat of the
pants.  He's also wearing a black sleeveless t-shirt with the "ACW"
logo on it.  Tom begins to walk down the aisle towards the ring.]

# Arm yourself because no-one else here will save you
# The odds will betray you
# And I will replace you

HD: His partner ... Introducing, from Chicago, Illinois, weighing in
at two hundred and forty-one pounds...

"HEEELLLLLLLLLLLRAIIIIIIIISERRRRRRRRRRRRR"

TOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM LAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNDIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISSSSSSS!

# You can't deny the prize; it may never fulfill you
# It longs to kill you
# Are you willing to die

# The coldest blood runs through my veins
# You know my name

[Landis tags some of the fans' outstretched hands running along the
aisleway as he approaches the ring slowly.  As he gets to the ring Tom
wipes his feet on the mat before climbing into the ring as the cheers
crescendo, and after standing on the middle of the ropes and raising
his arms to the crowd he removes the t-shirt and proceeds to his
corner.]

JM: Landis and Tanner have quite a few years between the two of them.
QUite a-bit more then their opponents.

AC: That may be.  However there is one thing they don't have.

JM: And that is?

AC: Perry Fontana cousin!

HD: Their opponents ...


[Lowly thrumming, the sounds of They Might Be Giants' “Particle Man”
fills the arena, hailing the arrival of a man whose mask is a stylized
blue “SSN” logo set into black fabric.  His long-legged singlet is
also emblazoned with patches depicting the logos of every SSN paid
advertiser they could cram in.]

HD: ...weighing in tonight at 240 pounds.

#Particle man, Particle man,#
#doing the things a particle can.#
#Whats he like? its not important.#
#Particle man.#

HD: He hails from “Parts Unknown”, Michigan...

#Is he a dot, or is he a speck?#
#When hes underwater does he get wet?#
#Or does the water get him instead?#
#Nobody knows, particle man.#

[Coming to the ringside area, Maniac walks to the ring steps, the fans
giving a mostly positive mixed pop in spite of his cocky swagger.
Stepping up to the outside second rope, he raises his fists in mock
victory.]

HD: This is The Masked Maniac!

#Triangle man, Triangle man,#
#Triangle man hates particle man.#
#They have a fight, triangle wins,#
#Triangle man.#

[Hopping to the inside of the ring, Maniac turns to face his
opponents, a smiling mouth full of bright white teeth visible through
the mouth slot of his mask.]

JM: Maniac's career jump has been well documented here in PVW.  He
defeated El Outlaw LOCO and came close at Shattered Dreams to becoming
the PVW Network Champion.  However a fall out recently between him and
his partner here tonight has added some uncertainty to what exactly
will go down inside this match.

AC: It's actually quite obvious.  All Masked Maniac has to do is stay
out of the way and thank his lucky stars that Perry forgave him.  He
proved what kind of friend he was earlier in the night when he nearly
snapped Brian Masters arm for calling Maniac a sellout.  We will see
just how appreciative Maniac will be.

[The chunky and distorted chords of Widescreen Mode's "Everlasting
Bomb" roars and resounds again in the Greensboro arena and, above the
entrance ramp, the video is again engulfed in CGI flames. Of the ashes
re-emerges a statue in "The Everlasting" Perry Fontana's likeness,
from his over-sized muttonchops to the shiny PVW Network Championship
belt resting on his boxer's robe. The scenery surrounding the
Everlasting One's sculptural embodiment changes at lightning speed
thanks to time lapse photography; mountains emerge out of parted waves
then erode and crumble, cities arise, flourish, then self-destruct.
Yet, every time flames sweep over the screens again, a glorious new
statue of Perry "Le Phenix" Fontana rises without fail.  This is when
the self-proclaimed immortal chooses to step from behind the curtains
and appear under the screens. As ever, the silky red, orange and gold
hood of his robe shrouds "Il Eterno's" face as the man calmly walks
towards the ring, protectively bearing the resplendently lustrous PVW
Network Title on his shoulder.]

HD: From Montreal, Quebec, Canada...

[Fontana delicately places the Network Championship on the time
keeper's table, and by the large amount of spittle spewing from under
the hem of his hood, screams warnings and admonishments at the
startled PVW staffer.]

HD: Weighing in at two hundred and fifty two pounds...

[Feet now firmly planted in the middle of the ring, Fontana remains
immovable, his hidden visage inscrutable under the North Carolina
crowd's irascible heckling and contemptuous girding. Suddenly, tall
and towering flames jets out of the four ring posts, turning the
screen white with intense heat.]

"____FWWWOOOOOOOOOSHHHH!!!____"

HD: He is the PVW Network Champion...

[The flaring glare subsides just in time to catch Fontana's boxer's
robe gently floating back down to the mat, next to the submissions'
cardinal boots. Fontana himself stands smirking and defiant, daring
anyone to step up to the challenge, his ego as overflowing as his
bountiful chevelure.

HD: ..."The Everlasting"

....... P E R R Y

............ F O N T A N A ! ! !

[A quick look of arrogant contempt flashes into the Italian French-
Canadian's dark eyes, then he reaches for the top-most ring rope in
order to begin his pre-match stretches.]

AC: And here is the man that means business.  With PVW gold around his
waist and the man of the Landis family.

JM: It'll be interesting to see how Landis and Fontana react to one
another inside of the ring.

AC: Well Fontana has to show he is the dominant brother in law!
Especially before he makes romantic --

JM: Let's not go there again.

[Maniac and Fontana stand across from one another.  Fontana shaking
his head saying "Lets do this cousin!"  Tom Landis starts the match
off and that makes the decision for the other team as Fontana
unhappily steps out to the ring apron.]

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
                  12.08.09 Damage Control
                    <><><><><><><><><>
                      Tag Team Action:
                    <><><><><><><><><>
 Adrian Tanner & Tom Landis v. Perry Fontana & Masked Maniac
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


*DING!* *DING!* *DING!*


JM: There is the bell and I guess Perry Fontana is going to stay true
to his word.  He unhappily stepped to the outside setting Masked
Maniac to start the match off.

AC: What a good friend.  If Maniac picks up the pinfall he can then
challenge for the PVW Network Championship.

JM: I am sure that is exactly what Fontana is doing.

[Landis and Fontana trade glares and it's broken up as Landis and
Maniac lock up in the center of the ring.  Landis quickly puts Maniac
in an armwringer.]

AC: Look at Landis he is trying to show up Fontana.  What is he trying
to do?

JM: Oh come on.  It's not like Perry Fontana is the only one who can
do some sort of armbar.  It's a rather common wrestling move.

AC: Yeah but the very first move you do?

[Landis continues to wrench that arm of Masked Maniac nodding his
head.  Landis yanks down on the arm sending Maniac a message.  The
bigger Landis backs Maniac up in the corner and Maniac holds his arms
up and Landis lights up the masked man's chest ...  He grabs Maniac by
the arm and sends him across and Maniac bounces back out and takes
down by a charging Landis with a clothesline.  Landis hits the ropes
and drops a knee.  The Hell raiser back to his feet and Maniac up but
right into an armdrag takedown and Landis controlling the match
still.]

AC: Another armbar of some sort!?!  What is he trying to prove here?

JM: Maybe giving them something to discuss at the Landis gathering.

[Maniac turns suprising well defending the armbar as if he has been
training counters against it and turns making it into the ropes.
Landis drops the hold and gives the masked man a small clap.]

JM: Landis seems a-bit impressed with Maniac there.

AC: Heck I am impressed Maniac hasn't already been pinned.  This seems
to be an improvement!

JM: Maniac has been on the uphill for quite some time now Coop.

[Landis backs off and into his corner as he discusses with Tanner as
Maniac is to his knees and looks to make a tag.  Fontana raises his
hands and says - "No can do Cousin".]

JM: Come on now... Leaving Maniac high and dry like that.

AC: You heard Fontana.  He can't make romantic love with little Landis
if he hurts her brother.

[Landis and Masked Maniac meet in the center of the ring again.  This
time Landis puts Maniac in a side headlock.  Maniac spins around and
has a waistlock on ... He goes to lift Landis into a belly-to-back,
but Landis blocks it.  Maniac charges Landis chest forward into his
own corner.  Fontana lifts his arms up and stays away from the action.
Maniac rolls Landis back and into a victory roll.]


ONE ...


TWO ...


JM: No Landis with a strong kick out and Maniac leaps right into
Fontana!  The referee is calling it a legal tag!

AC: YIIIIIPES!

[Fontana is saying no way!  That isn't a tag.  However the referee
isn't having any of it.  Landis is telling Fontana to get inside the
ring.]

JM: Landis seems to actually want to wrestle Fontana.

AC: Landis knows that Perry can't harm him.  He is in a no lose
situation.

[Fontana slowly steps inside the ring.  The fans roar as the two
brother in laws stand across the ring from one another.  Landis looks
ready to lock up, but then turns and tags in Adrian Tanner.]

*BOOOOO!*

AC: Huh?  HA!

JM: It looks like Landis is having reservations himself with locking
up with Fontana!

AC: The fans don't like this at all.  Then again the fans don't have
to eat dinner with Mama and Papa Landis.

[Tanner steps through the ropes.  However before he can make it all
the way through Fontana charges with authority.  His knee collides
with Tanner and fist begin flying from Fontana.  He grabs the back of
Tanner's head and drives it into the turnbuckle.  He then uses his
fingers and begins ripping at the eyes of Tanner as he growls.]

JM: Fontana showing aggression like no other!

AC: He is showing Landis how it's done!

[Tanner stumbles back holding his eyes as he turns and Fontana grabs
the right arm of Tanner and just like that he has an armbar locked
on!]

JM: Fontana the master of the armbar now pointing at Landis saying
this is how it's done.

AC: Landis should watch and learn.

[Tanner struggling, but the veteran gets to the ropes.  Fontana
ignores the referee ... However at the count of 4 3/4's drops the
hold.  He leaps up and gets in the referee's face telling him he
better watch it.  He then turns to Landis and says this is for Emily
and charges but Tanner is hot on his feet and grabs the ropes and
drops as Fontana goes tumbling over and to the outside.]

*LAUGHING POP!*

JM: If that was for Emily ...

AC: Watch it there Joshua.

JM: Wait here goes Tanner... UP AND OVER THE ROPES RIGHT ON THE PVW
NETWORK CHAMPION!

[The fans roar as Tanner leaps to his feet as the PVW Network Champion
lays on the cement floor.  Tanner quickly returns the favor and hops
on the back grounded full nelson.  Fontana screams but Masked Maniac
down with a boot breaks up the hold.]

JM: Maniac surprisingly saves Fontana.

AC: I think he was saving his chance at Fontana's title.

[Maniac helps Fontana up and back under the ropes.  The masked
superstar turns and Tanner UNLOADS!  He grabs Maniac by his mask and
sends him head first into the guard rail ...  He then turns and dives
under the ropes and ducks a wild right by Fontana and springboards ...
Hurracanrana into a spinning DDT!]

"___THUUUUUUUUUUD___"

*HUGE POP*


ONE ...


TWO ...


THR ---


JM: Fontana shoots a shoulder up at the very last second.  Tanner
turns and makes the quick tag to Landis who pauses with a moment of
confusion.

AC: This could get interesting.

[However Masked Maniac who is upset over the guard rail shot has now
made his way back into the ring and before the referee can get there
to stop him - Tanner takes off and flying body press and both men
tumble over the top ropes.]

JM: This is going to be really interesting a matter of fact.  Both
Landis and Fontana made promises to Emily.

AC: And we know Perry can't break his because --

JM: WE KNOW ... It'll ruin his romantic love making session!

AC: You don't have to be so vulgar about it.

[Both legal men now stand inside the ring.  A pushing and shoving
contest begins to occur...]

JM: What appeared to be somewhat playful has now turned into some what
of a pissing contest.

AC: Fontana showing that he is the alpha male.

[... it "degenerates" into a bit of amateur wrestling with Landis
taking Fontana down with a basic takedown ... Landis turns it into a
headlock until Fontana wraps his legs around Tom's arm, and brings him
down with... an armbar!]

*SHOCKING POP!*

AC: Rut ro you upset Fontana not a good idea.

[But to everyone's surprise Fontana ultimately lets go...]

AC: Clearly, he only wanted to make it clear to Landis that he's
better. I think he made that point clear.

JM: I don't know about that.

[The men go at it again, more pushing, more amateur-style jockeying...
and Landis gets Fontana into a rolling kneelock!]

   PERRY SUCKS !!!   PERRY SUCKS !!!   PERRY SUCKS !!!


   PERRY SUCKS !!!   PERRY SUCKS !!!   PERRY SUCKS !!!


   PERRY SUCKS !!!   PERRY SUCKS !!!   PERRY SUCKS !!!


AC: What are they saying?

JM: I think they are saying Perry sucks.

AC: Bah what do they know.

[In the end, he too lets go... miming to Fontana that he may not be as
good as he thinks he is... Landis finally tags out to the returning
Tanner while Fontana has a fit.]

JM: It looks like Fontana is very upset.

AC: With good reason!

[Tanner begins to mimic Fontana as if he is crying.   Witch just
upsets the PVW Network Champion and he charges and receives a dropkick
right to the chops.  Fontana lands on his bottom and quickly pushes
himself up and he runs right into a snap suplex ... He pulls the PVW
Network Champion up a second time and another snap suplex ... He pulls
Fontana up a third time but out of nowhere an _armbar_!]

AC: Amazing ... Flat out amazing!

JM: Tanner was looking to hit three snap suplexes ... However Fontana
had other plans.

AC: You can't leave an arm dangling any time near Fontana.

[Tanner desperately dives into the ropes.  Fontana holds on just long
enough and lets go.  He grabs Tanner by the back of his head and sends
it head first into the boot of Maniac.  He then begins to unload with
rapid fire kicks into the midsection of Tanner he double underhooks
Tanner and lifts him up and drills him head first with a piledriver.]

"___THUUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"


ONE ...


TWO ...


THR ---


*POP!*


JM: Landis pulls Fontana off by his ankles!

AC: Hey that wasn't very brotherly!

[Fontana turns and begins shouting at Landis ... Tanner from behind a
back slide!]


ONE ...


TWO ...


JM: Kick out ... SMALL PACKAGE BY TANNER!


ONE ...


TWO ...


... Another kick out.

AC: You can't pin a man with such desire as Fontana.

[Both men shoot back up, but this time Fontana backs away keeping his
eyes on Tanner.  The two men begin circling and they go to lock up,
but Tanner quick on his heels dodges and leaps with a dropkick that
sends Fontana crashing into Landis knocking him off the side and
Tanner with a roll-up again!]


ONE ...


TWO ...


THREE ...


*DISSAPOINTING POP!*


JM: Fontana _just_ broke out.  Tanner was so close to pinning the PVW
Network Champion.

AC: You can't pin Fontana.  It's near impossible.

[Tanner crawls towards the ropes and Maniac bends down making the tag
in.  Fontana looks up and Maniac is already inside the ring like a
leopard.  He rushes in and is hit with a quick enziguri ... Maniac
crumbles down to the mat and Tanner leaps into a running shooting star
press.  Tanner pumps his fist and begins to quickly climb the ropes,
but out of nowhere Masked Maniac shows his resilience and charges up
the ropes and gives Tanner an unexpecting shot in the ribcage area.
He grabs ahold of Tanner and falls backwards with a vertical
superplex!]

"___THUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"

JM: BIG COUNTER BY MANIAC!

AC: It's Masked Mania all over again Joshua!

[Maniac holds his back in some pain as he pushes himself up.  Tanner
is also to his feet ... Both men begin trading rights ... Tanner ducks
under and hits the ropes but runs right into a big right from Fontana
that stuns Tanner he turns around and right into an awaiting Masked
Maniac ... BIG MANIAC DDT!]

"___THUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"


ONE ...


TWO ...


[Landis goes in, but is met face to face with Fontana.  The two men
just stand nose to nose.]


THREE !!!


AC: Masked Mania Joshua!!!

JM: Masked Maniac just picked up a shocking pinfall.  He now has
earned the opportunity to challenge either Tom Landis, Adrian Tanner
Jr, or Perry Fontana.  I wonder who he is going to choose.

AC: If he was smart it wouldn't be Perry Fontana.

JM: I have a feeling Fontana versus Maniac is set to collide soon
enough.

[Landis has rolled to the outside and looks at Fontana who is now on
the turnbuckles saying I told you all ... I told you! Masked Maniac's
hand is raised by the referee as The Voice begins to announce the
winners.]

HD: And the winners of the match ... Perry Fontana and Masked Maniac!

*BOOOOO!*

JM: Maniac is now pointing at the PVW Network Championship that the
official just gave Fontana.

[Fontana says - You deserve a shot cousin!]

AC: See Fontana is graceful to his challengers.  What a champion!

[The team of Landis and Tanner has already left, and it looks like the
on again off again duo of Masked Maniac and Perry Fontana are doing
the same.]

JM: Folks, what a night of action it's been, and there's still more to
come this week on Heatwave as PVW builds up momentum towards the
highly anticipated Trad - Hold on... Fontana has a steel chair!

[...But as the two men leave the ring, instead of taking possession of
his Network Championship, the Everlasting One takes possession of the
timekeeper's chair before stealthily creeping behind the SSN member
and... ]

*WHACK!*

[Stricken squarely behind the head, Masked Maniac drops to the
ringside floor like dead weight, his skull bouncing on the entrance
ramp. Then Fontana lines up the edge of the chair and forcefully stabs
Maniac's shoulder joint with it!]

*THWOOOACK*

JM: Aww, come on! This is uncalled for. What about what you said,
Fontana? I thought real friends forgave!

AC: Masked Maniac took advantage of their friendship Joshua.  It's all
that masked freaks fault!

[Fontana grabs Maniac by the wrist and pulls him over to the ring
steps, carefully draping the hapless victim's arm over the angular
metal edges. Then taking careful aim, he spears Maniac's elbow with
the edge of the chair, using the metal steps as an angled anvil.]

*THWAAAAAAAACK*

[Masked Maniac whelps in uncontrollable pain, clutching his injured
arm, trying to scramble away like a three legged dog, until "Il
Eterno" strikes his head with the chair again.]

*CRRAAAAACK*

[Fontana hoists Maniac upside down towards the apron, then wraps his
victims legs around the bottom rope and locks them in, effectively
tying an unconscious Masked Maniac upside down, dangling along the
apron from the bottom rope.]

JM: There's a disgusting human being if I've ever seen one.  Fontana
had made only one single friend, Masked Maniac, since he came here.
Only one. Now seeing how he treats his friends... well quite frankly I
feel sorry for the man's wife. Sorry, and scared.

AC: Emily Fontana should be honored to be with a man like Perry
Fontana.  He is her white knight protecting her innocence!

["Le Phenix" returns to Masked Maniac with his shiny Network Title,
and a microphone. He unfolds the chair in front of Maniac and gently
places the Championship on the makeshift display stand.  He crouches,
and as he raises the microphone to his lips, he lifts Maniac's head
so, were he conscious, he could see the title as he hears the words.]

Fontana: You see this Championship, Maniac? DO YOU SEE IT??? This,
cousin, is as close as you're ever going to get to it.

[He lets go of Maniac's head in disgust. It droops lifelessly.]

Fontana: Did you actually think I'd EVER let you have a title match?
_YOU_? You're a pathetic wretch and a drunk. No wonder you wear a
mask. No wonder you built your whole life around it...

[Perry's fingers morbidly caress the mask, then dig under it at the
nape, slowly pulling off the mask...]

Fontana: And knowing exactly who's under there...

[Fontana's fingers pull a little more, revealing some of Maniac's
never seen before curls of sweaty hair... then Perry suddenly retracts
his hand and stands up.]

Fontana: But if I take it off, Maniac, you don't _learn_ anything. And
you've GOT to _learn_, COUSIN!

[A new cloud of spittle billows and slowly sprinkles down over Masked
Maniac's inanimate head.]

Fontana: So let me teach a lesson you're sure to remember, cousin:
_Never_ CROSS "The Everlasting" _Perry_ FONTANA! AAAAHHH OUAIS!

[He crouches again, and continues with a raspy whisper.]

Fontana: Think you can remember that lesson, cousin?

MM: *BLEEP* off... you jackalope...

[Fontana drops the microphone and wraps Masked Maniac's arm around his
leg, leveraging it at an obscene angle behind his back, applying, from
this upside down position, Fontana's own special Omoplata...]

JM: AMPUTATION!!

[Suddenly, Masked Maniac springs to life, and it's only to scream in
agonizing, helpless pain. And when Fontana then applies a facelock to
maximize the pressure, Maniac's wails of torment become high pitched
and pitiful... And then, only one sound resonates... ]

*PROAK.*

JM: ...

[Maniac's arm seems to lenghen, subtly.  His screaming raises in pitch
until it sounds like that of a small child.  All he knows is pain.]

MM: AaaaaaAAAAAAAARGHHHH!

[Fontana lets go and slowly rises, reverently taking his lustrous
Network Title and, looking at a wailing Masked Maniac, smirks
humorlessly.]

JM: I... I don't know if I should describe what just took place...
Fontana's Amputation has already shelved Greg Bull of Apache Blood,
and it has already made a lot of brave men tap, but this time... With
Maniac hanging upside down, with all this added pressure... I, I...
don't have the heart to describe this... I just can't do it.

AC: Joshua I am the new guy.  What do you want me to say?

[The camera zooms in on Masked Maniac's mask, drenched with sweat and
blood and mucus and tears, his screams so loud they come out a
distorted mess. And as we zoom out, we see it.

The arm.

Dangling at a decidedly impossible angle.]

JM: ... I just can't do it...

[And mercifully we fade...]


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           Credits:
Brian: Masked Mania, Benedict v. Merc, Baldwin v. Ohno, Fontana &
Maniac v. Tanner Jr. & Landis
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