[February 11th, 2009 ... Las Vegas ... Boiling Point Footage!]

[HUGE POP as Benedict storms out of the ring and nearly shoves the
assigned PVW official out of the way as he is far from finished with
the Pit Monster.  He may have had his shoulders pinned tonight but
it's obvious the war is far from over.  Security quickly stand in-
between the two men as they begin shoving men aside attempting to get
back at one another.]

CL: Folks there is about eight guys in-between these two warriors and
they appear to be failing in doing so.

FH: The Pit Monster is having known of it he literally just tossed a
poor 15 dollars an hour security guard out of the way.  I hope he has
benefits!

[The security has failed on stopping these two as they collide in the
center tossing _bombs_.  The security begin trying to yank the two
away again and eventually do so, but the wolverine Ronan Benedict gets
free and LEAPS in the air and crashes into the four guards who have
Grimsson and the 365 pounder!]

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[Just then the Scrayper drops the staplegun at the feet of Foley.  He
cranks his neck to the side ever so slowly watching the blood drip
into the bucket he placed there.  It is at this time that his half-
sister Belle enters the ring with another black silk bag.]

CL: No, come on.  What's this?

FH: Another weapon?

CL: Oh God...

[The Scrayper fishes around in the bag and pulls out a pearl handled
razor blade.  Fans in attendance that remember pop for the Simon Ezra
reference.]

CL: Not a razor!

FH: He's _really_ going to excute Foley!!

[With a slow flick the Scrayper opens up the straight razor blade.  He
makes a motion across his neck with it and moves in slowly, the fans
begin to buzz loudly.]

CL: Wait a second!!

[Poppage!]

CL: That's Dark Soul!  Dark Soul!

[Dark Soul hits the ring and attacks the Scrayper from the side.  This
causes both the Scrayper and his half-sister to scatter from the ring
as fast as they can.]

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[Geddings raises both arms, smiling as the fans roar in approval.  He
lowers his hands and turns to face that duffel bag, nodding is head as
he points to it.]

CL: Geddings is heading over to the duffel bag and opening it
up...what's he got there?

[Geddings pulls out an aerosol can and a lighter.]

FH: Yes! I knew he had it in him!

CL: Folks, Will Geddings looks like he's considering extracting some
revenge...though that seems to contradict this "new leaf" he's been
speaking of.

FH: We are who we are!

[Geddings rolls Vandal over and holds the lighter in front of his
face, clicking it on.]

FH: Do it!!!  Maybe he is SSN material after all Lester.

[Geddings looks around and aims the can at the flame...and sighs. He
clicks the lighter off to a huge pop!]

FH: *censored*

CL: Will Geddings showing mercy!!!

[Geddings shakes his head and prepares to leave the ring. He stops,
however, and turns around. He quickly heads back over to Vandal and
begins to pull his SSN shirt off. Having removed the shirt, he carries
it out to the steel steps and lays it on top of them.]

FH: Why are we getting treated to a forced striptease?

[Geddings smiles...and ignites the SSN shirt! The crowd and the shirt
erupt simultaneously!]

CL: Will Geddings sending a message tonight!

[Geddings heads towards the locker room, slapping hands as the shirt
continues to burn. The camera cuts to the announce booth where both
men are stunned at the actions from Will Geddings... but while Chip
Lester is smiling, Fred Hoyle has a look of horror on his own
features.]

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[Cruise slips out of the spinebuster attempt and rolls through planing
Acorn in the middle of the ring with a tornado DDT.]

CL:  Quick roll-up by Cruise!






ONE ...







FH:  Do something Gionet!







CL:  TWO!  He can't, now.  He can barely move, still clutchin the
shoulder!













FH:  3!?  KICKOUT!?  NO!  NO! NO!








CL:  YES!  The ref signals three.





*DING, DING,DING*


HD:  LADIES AND GENTLEMEN... HERE IS YOUR WINNER... AND THE NUMBER ONE
CONTENDER.... "THE BLADE" JUSTIN CRUISE!

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[Michaelson grabs a microphone from Herk Douglas as security swarms
over the six people on the outside of the ring.]

CM: That's it! That's it! I'm tired of this! I'm tired of you four not
being able to finish a match! Separate them ... Damn it! Separate them
now!

CL: Michaelson doesn't sound happy!

CM: Damn it! I said separate them!

[Michaelson begins to push his way through the brawling and drives the
microphone into the heads of one of the security guards who can't seem
to can control.]

FH: Apparently that just got everyone's attention!

[Michaelson glares at everyone for a brief moment.]

CM: That's it! This is going to be settled and it's going to be
settled on the next Heatwave! The four of you are meeting in a NO
DISQUALIFICATION MATCH! THAT'S RIGHT! NO DQ! But if any single one of
you lay a damn finger on one another between now and then I will fire
your asses so fast! So do you understand throw one more punch tonight
and your asses are history! Security escort these men to the back so
this Pay Per View can continue!

CL: Next Heatwave .. Prophets of Rage, Urban Legend Three!

FH: And it's No Disqualification Lester! The last time that the
Prophets had that rule they left the Wild Cards lying in a heap!

CL: But Urban Legend can cheat with the best of them Fred!

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CL: CHICAGO THUNDERBOMB I! Landis drilling one of his signature spots
and he rolls Hayes over ... is he finally going for the cover?!?

[Before we can even find out Cassel dives into the ring and blindsides
Landis with a diving elbow to the side of the head.]

FH: Cassel being an opportunist and stealing the thunder from Landis
as he knocked him silly there ...





ONE ...




TWO ...

FH: And Big Bubba pulls Cassel out again!

CL: Damn him! Wait LOCO is on the apron ...

[LOCO grabs the top rope and slingshots himself over the top rope.]

CL: SLIGNSHOT SENTON ONTO HAYES!




ONE ...




TWO ...




THREE !!!!

FH: WHAT!?!? YOU HAVE TO BE KIDDING ME!

CL: LOCO WINS! EL OUTLAW LOCO WINS THE NETWORK CHAMPIONSHIP!

FH: NO!! NO!!! NO!!!

*DING DING DING*

HD: AND THE WINNER AND NEW NETWORK CHAMPION ...


!!! EL OUTLAW LOCO !!!


[LOCO stands up thrusting his arms into the air and begins to run
around the ring in a victory lap.]

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HD: FIFTEEN SECONDS!

FH: What a fool!

[Landis quickly rushes forward and grabs Hayes pulling him closer to
the center of the ring.]

HD: TEN SECONDS!

[As Landis hooks the leg the crowd begins to count down.]

CROWD: TEN !!!

ONE ...

CROWD: NINE !!!

TWO ...

CROWD: EIGHT !!!

THREE ???

FH: HAYES KICKS OUT! HAYES KICKS OUT!

CROWD: SEVEN !!!

CL: And Landis can't believe it. He pulls Hayes to his feet one more
time!

CROWD: SIX !!!

CL: DDT!

CROWD: FIVE !!!

[Landis triess to roll the dead weight of Gibson Hayes over.]

CROWD: FOUR !!!

CL: Damn it Big Bubba has the leg of the referee as Landis is hooking
the leg!

CROWD: THREE !!!

CL: And FINALLY PEARSON IS MAKING THE COUNT!

CROWD: TWO !!!

ONE ...

CROWD: ONE !!!

TWO ...

*DING DING DING*

FH: HAYES RETAINS! HAYES RETAINS!

CL: Tom Landis needed one more second to become the American Champion
... just one second!

[Landis stares at the referee in disbelief.]

HD: THE TIME LIMIT HS EXPIRED! STILL PVW AMERICAN CHAMPION ...

!!! GIBSON 'RED' HAYES !!

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[Ryder leaped off the ropes from the far left ring onto Marley who
turned around and tasted a missile dropkick right to the chops!!!!
Feyr now charges into the ropes and turned Ryder _inside_ out with a
mammoth clothesline.  He turns and Mercenary who was slumped into the
corner came firing out SPEAAAARRRRING HIM off his feet and to the
ground!!!!!]

FH: FEYR .... OH DAMN!

CL: BIG MERC HASN'T QUIT YET!!!!!  Masterson is charging but Sinister
used his body ... what's left of it to toss in-front of the charging
Widowmaker and like a head on collision between two semi's the two men
crash down to the mat!!!!!  Look at the carnage!!!!   Craven and
Manson are just trading MASSIVE rights!!!!  Sinister and Masterson are
down ... Mercenary has Feyr against the cage ...  Ryder slowing
getting up, but MARLEY WITH A LOW BLOW!!!



[BOOOOOOOOOOOOO!]




FH: That'll teach ya!

CL: Marley stumbles up but HOLLLLIDAYYYYYYY Canyon Runner ....
SHORTARM COBRA NECKBREAKER OUT OF NOWHERE!!!!!!!!!!




[MASSIVE POP!!!!!}





[Holliday now the only one untouched ... He grabs Wright who is face
down, Doc picks up the legs, and crosses them as if going for a
Crossed-Leg Boston Crab.  He then kneels down on the knocked out
Wright from the Thunder Melter  back and applies an anklelock to the
'straight' leg ...]

CL: CACTUS APPLE CLUTCH!!! DOC RARELY USES THIS MOVE BUT WRIGHT
APPEARS OUT OF IT.  HE ISN'T EVEN STRUGGLING!!! THAT MASSIVE
THUNDERMELTER ADDED WITH THIS MOVE HAS DONE IT!!!!

FH: What HELL NO!!
















[THHHHUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNDDDDDDEEEEEERRRRROOOOOUUUUUSSSSSSSSSS

POOOOOOOOOOPING OVATION!!!!!!]

















CL: OFFICIALS ARE OPENING THE CAGE!!!!  THEY ARE DELCARING NICK WRIGHT
_unconscious_!!!!

FH: HE IS MOVING LOOK!

[A close up shows that in all reality _no_ he is not moving!!!!
Manson just turns the first official _inside_ out with a short-arm
lariat from behind.  He turns and Mercenary throws bombs!!!!!]

CL: Widowmakers aren't quitting!

FH: They shouldn't!! This isn't over!!!!  Feyr smashes Holliday with a
boot to the chaps and breaks the hold.  BREAK HIM!

[SIIIINNNNNIIIISTEEEEERRRRRR  charges tackling Feyr into the cage
shaking the whole damn cage with the impact!  Marley is up though and
from behind kicks that knee of Sinister and he crumbles down again in
pain!!!!]

CL: That bastard Marley is up now and he isn't happy.  He begins
stomping like crazy on Sinister's leg as he howls out in pain with
each kick!

[Masterson now joins in the fray ...  Craven has rolled out of the
entrance of the cage and grabbed his wooden sword!!!]





[HUUUUUGE POP!!!!]






FH: What is he doing oh crap no!!!!

[Craven charges in and swings wildly ... Marley drops to the ground
and rolls out of the entrance!]



"___CRAAAAAAACK_____"







[MASSIVE HELL YEAH POP!!!!}






CL: DOWN WENT FEYR!!!!!!





"___CRAAAAAAACK_____"






[ANOTHER HELL YEAH POP!!!!!]







FH: THIS IS INSANE!!!!! THAT DAMN WEAPON SHOULD BE BANNED!!!!!  I AM
GOING TO START A PETITION!!!!

CL: DOWN GOES MASTERSON!!!!

[Marley grabs Manson and yanks his partner out as the other three men
are laid out in the ring as the rest of officials rush in to contain
things.]

CL: Holliday .... Craven .... Ryder .... Sinister .... and Mercenary
have won WAR GAMES!!!!  They have gotten their revenge!

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CL: Chase Williams and Rob Cole are getting up!  They are standing
and...





TEMB: ...and that is what happens when you lose too much blood.


[MASSIVE HEEL POP!]


CL: CHASE COLLAPSED!  NO!  AFTER ALL OF THAT, DON'T TELL ME THAT HE IS
GOING TO LOSE BECAUSE COLE USED A METAL SPIKE FOR THIRTY MINUTES AND
THE REFEREE NEVER SAW IT!

TEMB: You mean the referee whose salary is paid by SSN?  Perish the
thought.

CL: I... no, Max Kelly is NOT that kind of referee!  Rob Cole's
experience let him pull the wool over his eyes, and now he's going to
cheat his way to our World Title! Cole moving over to Chase... picking
him up... DOUBLE UNDERHOOK!

FH: OUTCAST POWERBOMB COMING UP!

CL: AND LISTEN TO THIS! The crowd trying to rouse Chase Williams!

[The fans start a chant: "CHASE!  CHASE!  CHASE!  CHASE!".  Cole
hesitates, looking arround in aggrivation.  He bellows back in
defiance at the fans... and lifts Williams for the finish!]

CL: LOOK AT THAT!


[INSANE POP!]


FH: I DON'T BELIEVE IT!  CHASE WILLIAMS COUNTERS...

[With one last burst of life, Chase forces his right arm free as Cole
lifts, easily wrenching loose from Cole's injured left arm.  He falls
back behind Cole, with his left arm still hooked by Cole's right.  He
spins Cole around by that arm, and pummels him in the ribcage with a
knee!  That doubles Cole over... into  easy position for Chase to grab
Cole's arm...]

FH: ...INTO THE __ENDGAME__!

[...and this time, he flips him into the center of the ring to the
roar of the fans!]

TEMB: THERE IS NO WAY OUT!  COLE MUST SUBMIT OR LOSE HIS ARM... OR
HOLD OUT UNTIL CHASE WILLIAMS PASSES OUT FROM BLOODLOSS!

CL: THE FANS ARE SCREAMING, AND SO IS ROB COLE!

FH: AND SO IS CHASE WILLIAMS!  HE'S ON HIS FINAL RESERVE, AND HE KNOWS
IT!

CL: I believe the crowd gave Chase Williams this last adrenaline rush!
He passed out, or very nearly passed out, after Cole missed the
World's Ugliest Frog Splash! He is absolutely at the end of his
energy, as he has lost more blood than... perhaps anyone I have ever
seen in a wrestling match!  But Rob Cole... GOOD GRIEF!  HIS ARM MAY
BE BROKEN NOW!  LISTEN TO HIM SCREAM!



Cole: NNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!



TEMB: Only the power of evil is keeping him from submitting!

FH: CHASE'S LIMBS ARE SHAKING!  He is shaking like a leaf!  But he
refuses... absolutely refuses to give in!  And these fans are driving
his adrenaline! But Cole... Cole is twitching!  His arm... it HAS to
be broken!

CL: MAX KELLY IS CALLING FOR THE BELL!  HE IS STOPPING IT!  HE IS
STOPPING THE MATCH!





[The fans go wild, as Chase Williams finally lets go.  He flops over
weakly to his stomach, as Rob Cole just holds his limp left arm and
howls in agony.]

CL: THIS NIGHT... FIRST WAR GAMES AND NOW THIS... HAS BEEN THE MOST
BARBARIC I HAVE EVER SEEN!  BUT WE HAVE A NEW HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!
CHASE WILLIAMS WON IT DESPITE ALL ODDS!

FH: ROB COLE NEVER SUBMITTED!  HOW CAN YOU STOP IT ON A SUBMISSION
HOLD WITH THESE STAKES?!

CL: HIS CAREER WAS IN JEOPARDY!

FH: SO WAS WILLIAMS'!  First Gionet and now Cole... How can this
continue to happen!?!?

[Chase crawls over to the apron, where Max Kelly is conferring with
the SSN agent and Herk Douglas.  The PVW World Heavyeight Championship
Belt has been set down on the apron by the agent, and with his very
last ounce of strength, Chase grabs it.]

CL: This is unbelievable... let's get the official word!





HD: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN... THE TIME OF THE MATCH: THIRTY-NINE
MINUTEs, ELEVEN SECONDS... REFEREE MAX KELLY HAS STOPPED THE MATCH...

        ... DUE TO __EXCESSIVE BLEEDING__...


CL: NO!  NO!  YOU ARE KIDDING ME!

[Immediately, the fans know what has transpired, and the cheers turn
to boos. Garbage and debris hits the ring.  Chase Williams, shaking
like a leaf, looks up in horror as the SSN agent sent down earlier
takes the title belt from his bloody hands.  Lacking even the strength
to stop that, Chase finally passes out.]


HD: ... THE WINNER OF THE MATCH...

                ... AND __NEW__ PHOENIX VALLEY WRESTLING HEAVYWEIGHT
                CHAMPION...

                        ... R O B   C O L E  !  !


[The fans practically riot, as one of them throws his chair into the
ring, and another one has to be stopped by security after jumping the
railing.  The rest start chanting...]


Crowd: "BULL-SHIT!  BULL-SHIT!  BULL-SHIT!  BULL-SHIT!"


[The SSN agent hands Cole the gold, and he clutches it tightly with
one arm.  He cannot even move his other arm.  Paramedics descend on
the scene, and tend to both men.]

CL: THIS IS THE BIGGEST TRAVESTY I HAVE EVER SEEN!

FH: It had to be done!  Look at Chase!  He could have DIED, Chip!  The
fans kept feeding his adrenaline, and he pushed himself way beyond any
sane limit!

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

Strickland Sports Network is proud to Present...

Music:

#YEAAAH!

#The world is my expense
#The cost of my desire
#Jesus blessed me with its future
#And I protect it with fire
#So raise your fists and march around
#Dont dare take what you need
#I'll jail and bury those committed
#And smother the rest in greed
#Crawl with me into tomorrow
#Or i'll drag you to your grave
#I'm deep inside your children
#They'll betray you in my name

[Highlights of Nick Wright sailing over the top rope to cruse Laurel
Levinger flash up on the screen, followed by Rob Cole landing punch
after punch onto the unprotected head of "The One" Brian Young.]

#Hey!
#Hey!
#Sleep now in the fire

[William Craven (as Major Damage) plants Rick Marley across the steel
stairs with a Thunder Melter.  Gibson Hayes blinds the Dragon Kid with
a handful of salt to the eyes.]

#Hey!
#Hey!
#Sleep now in the fire

[Larry Gionet exchanges punches with Ronan Benedict.  Shadoe Rage
piledrives Judd Marley through a table.]


The lie is my expense
The scope with my desire
The party blessed me with its future
And i protect it with fire
I am the nina, the pinta, the santa maria
The noose and the rapist, the fields overseer
The agents of orange
The priests of hiroshima
The cost of my desire
Sleep now in the fire

[The Mercenary gets nailed by various members of Widowmakers Inc. as
they fire him.  Chase Williams stretches Caleb Foley's arm, making him
cry and tap out in front of his dying father.]

Hey!
Hey!
Sleep now in the fire

[Livestock and Gutch jump Rob Cole together in the ring.  Randy Acorn
poses at the top of the entryway to the ring with a smirk on his
face.]

Hey!
Hey!
Sleep now in the fire

[Xavier Feyr plants Tommy Ryder with his Purge elevated DDT.  Vandal
Gomez nailing Will Geddings with a fireball to the face.]

For it's the end of history
It's caged and frozen still
There is no other pill to take
So swallow the one
That makes you ill
The nina, the pinta, the santa maria
The noose and the rapist, the fields' overseer
The agents of orange
The priests of hiroshima
The cost of my desire
Sleep now in the fire

YEAAAH!

[Rick Marley flies through the air, crushing Tucson Kid's head between
the steel chair under Marley's leg and the metal briefcase he was laid
out on.]

Sleep now in the fire!
Sleep now in the fire!
Sleep now in the fire!
Sleep now in the fire!

                          PVW's

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===================================================================

[The camera cuts to a modern-looking set, a metal-heavy desk sitting
in the middle of the floor with the words "Damage Control" in large
block letters with a TV screen embedded into the first "O".

Sitting in the midst of the set is the lone figure of long time
wrestling announcer Joshua Morgan.  The thin, pale skinned dark haired
reporter is wearing an expensive black suit with a blue shirt and
black tie, reading from his notes in front of him for a moment before
looking up into the camera.]

JM: Welcome back to Damage Control.  For anyone out there who doesn't
know me by now I am Joshua Morgan.  For those of you under a rock and
not following the controversy that boiled over after Boiling Point,
tonight won't be your ordinary Damage Control.

Joining us is a very special guest via satelite in his home in
Phoenix, Arizona.  PVW's founder and part owner, Dex Willingham!

[Dex Willingham appears on the feed.  The older gentleman has on a
tailor-made tan suit.]

JM: Thank you for joining us Mr. Willingham.

DW: The pleasure is all mine Joshua.

JM: It's my understanding that you have some important information and
announcements for the PVW?

DW: That is correct.  First off let me say right off the back.  PVW
doesn't approve of the actions of Vandal Gomez on Boiling Point.  His
actions have left us no choice but to suspended him indefinitely.
Further more PVW will be cooperating with the Las Vegas Judicial
system and we are taking this very seriously.

Head of Security Rex Cosby has been fired for negligence and a search
is ongoing for a qualified individual to replace him. We are taking
steps so that in the future inncidents like this will _not_ happen
again.

JM: It does appear that PVW is taking this seriously and it starts at
the top with you.  It's been rumored that all PVW employees recieved a
fax stating a new set of rules for the PVW?

DW: This is correct.  At this time we have implemented a "Zero
Tolerance" Policy.  It's no secret that for the past few months things
have been getting out of hand.  When PVW opened it's doors we did it
on the theory of competition and tradition.  There are some steps that
happened that led up to the growing chaotic state PVW operated in the
past.

In saying that the Zero Tolerance Policy will state the following.

Anyone who is not competing in a scheduled wrestling match is not
allowed to enter the ring, the space immediately above the ring, or a
three-foot wide area around the outside of the ring as indicated in
red paint. Anyone violating this rule will face automatic suspension
with no appeals.

Anyone who attacks a fan, official, camera crew member, reporter,
commentator, security official, or other non-wrestling employee of PVW
will automatically have their contracts terminated.

Foreign objects in any form will not be tolerated. Anyone using a
foreign object during a PVW sanctioned match will face immediate
suspension with no appeals.

Any acts of violence perpetrated outside the confines of a wrestling
ring or an offically-snactioned match will automatically be turned
over to local law enforcement authorities for prosecution.

JM: This policy will immediately reshape the structure of PVW.  How
does these rules effect various stipulation matches like the
announced, No disqualifications match on Heatwave?

DW: PVW sanctioned matches will opperate as normal.

JM: Except the part about striking a non-wrestling employee?

DW: There has or will never be a sanctioned rule that makes it alright
to strike a non-wrestling employee.  Now we understand that PVW
officials put themselves in harms way and _accidents_ can happen.
Those will be looked at on an individual basis.

JM: What about the SSN backed faction that call themselves the Powers
that be.  Will they have a get out of jail free card?

DW: No this is a company wide policy.  It doesn't matter if your
contract was signed by the SSN or myself.  This is a blanket wide
policy.

JM: So you two are on the same page then?

DW: Strickland Sports Network see's the importance of the situation
that happened at Boiling Point.

JM: Has there been any inquires on any interest for the Head of
Security position?

DW: We have already conducted a few interviews.  Though the
interviewing process is still ongoing.

JM: We thank you for your time Mr. Willingham and one final question.
Can you give us any hints on what we may see on Heatwave?

DW: Well I am not incharge of setting up the lineup but I can tell you
that I made certain that the announced rematch between Urban Legend
and the Prophets of Rage will happen for the PVW tag team titles.
Outside that all I can really say is that the Policy is in effect
already and that I expect everyone to obide by them.

JM: Thank you again Mr. Willingham.

DW: My pleasure keep up the good work.

[Monitor goes black.]

JM: So there we have it.  A huge federation wide shaking announcement.
I have to say perhaps some of these rules maybe not to the total
extreme is a long time coming with some of the habits men like the
Widowmakers and Scrayper have practiced.

However as announced all matches in Nevada has been canceled so for
the rest of tonights show we have footage from various PVW superstars
with their reaction to the Zero Tolerance Policy.


-----------------------------

Jokers Wild Feed

-----------------------------

[Cut to Jokers Wild, who are standing by in the now-familiar studio
set with the Phoenix Valley Wrestling and the Strickland Sports
Network logos on the backdrop. Harley Quinn O'Connor is in a black
T-shirt, jeans and a leather jacket, along with a pair of sunglasses.
His partner is in a black tank top and jeans. He holds up one finger.]

HQ: Rule #1. Anyone who is not competing in a scheduled wrestling
match is not allowed to enter the ring, the space immediately above
the ring, or a three-foot wide area around the outside of the ring as
indicated in red paint. Anyone violating this rule will face automatic
suspension with no appeals.

ES: That's fine with us. Unless a match concerns us, we aren't exactly
going to put in the effort to go down to the ring. The network pays us
to wrestle, so no free appearances. We DEFINITELY don't want to be in
THE SPACE IMMEDIATELY ABOVE THE RING – I don't think we're covered
should anything happen while we're up there.

HQ: Rule #2. Anyone who attacks a fan, official, camera crew member,
reporter, commentator, security official, or other non-wrestling
employee of PVW will automatically have their contracts terminated.

ES: Again, not an issue. We don't plan on hurting our fans, we don't
get paid to hit the crew, we spend enough time in L.A. not to be
bothered by reporters . . . Well, you get the idea.

HQ: Rule #3. Foreign objects in any form will not be tolerated. Anyone
using a foreign object during a PVW sanctioned match will face
immediate suspension with no appeals.

ES: Now, this is where things get a little murky. Allow me to bring
you back to 17 December of last year. Heatwave . . .

[Cut to the Made Men versus Jokers Wild.]

FH: And it's only getting better!  Here comes Rick Marley and he's
bringing a bat with him!

CL: No one in the ring sees Marley coming down to ringside.

[Marley slides the bat toward Masterson before heading to the other
side of the ring.  Estrada nails Masterson with a stiff right giving
Pokerface the chance to take a dive.]

CL: Quinn throws Wright to the ropes...

FH: The Estrada and Quinn think they have this one wrapped up, but
what they don't know is going to hurt them.


"__SLAAAM__"


CL: Jokers Wild with a big double back drop on Wright, but they're
just noticing Marley at ringside.

[Estrada and Quinn head over to the side of the ring where Marley is
on the floor, shouting at him to head to the back so they can finish
beating his boys.]

CL: Masterson is coming up behind them with that bat in his hands.

FH: Masterson is about to go to the majors!

[Masterson spins Quinn around and nails him across the stomach with
the bat.  Marley points to where Quinn use to be standing causing
Estrada to turn just enough for Masterson to bury the butt end of the
bat into his forehead.]

FH: Estrada just melted like butter through the ropes and to the
floor.

CL: Masterson turns back to Quinn as Marley moves over to the referee.


"__THWIIIP__"


CL: Masterson sweeps Quinn's legs from under him and throws the bat
out of the ring.  Wright is back and falls on the down Quinn as Marley
revives the ref enough to attempt a count!


ONE ...


TWO ...


THREE !!!


***HUGE HEEL TEAM WINNING POP***


CL: The Widowmakers once again taking advantage of the numbers game.

FH: If ya got'em, use 'em.

[Cut back to Jokers Wild in the studio.]

ES: See, shortly after that, we pretty much promised, well, payback.
That's going to be a bit harder to extract with . . .

HQ: Rule #4. Any acts of violence perpetrated outside the confines of
a wrestling ring or an officially sanctioned match will automatically
be turned over to local law enforcement authorities for prosecution.

ES: So, Wright, Masterson, even you, Marley, you might have just been
spared by the powers that be from a date with a Louisville slugger
upside the head when you least expect it. Which also means we might
just have to find more, well, CREATIVE means of paying OUR debts . . .

HQ: You want our response to the network's new policy? Here it is:
we'll play by the network's rules. We'll play the network's game . . .

ES: But we've said it before, sometimes, just sometimes, the rules of
the game turn out to be . . . Jokers Wild.

[Fade to black.]


-----------------------------

Tommy Ryder Feed

-----------------------------

[Dean Hayes is sitting in a chair while across from him are "The
Phenom" Tommy Ryder and "Lady" Laurel Levinger.]

DH: First I want to thank the two of you for coming.

TR: It's our pleasure Dean.

LL: No, it's Dean's pleasure.  You can stop staring any time now Dean.

DH: O-kay, well first I'd like to get your feelings on Rule #1.

TR: Are you really asking if I like that rule?

[Tommy actually starts to laugh.]

TR: I love that rule!  You do remember that I've be wrapped up with
WMI for a while now right?  Knowing that they can't interfere in one
of my matches or a match that another one of them is in just makes me
giddy.

DH: And you "Lady" Laurel?

LL: Well I can't get within three feet of the ring, but I'm kind of
loud so I'm not too worried.

DH: And what are your feelings on Rule #2?

LL: Why are you even asking that?  Has Tommy ever attacked a fan?
Have I ever attacked a fan?

DH: You do have a point "Lady" Laurel.  I suppose you'll have the same
response about Rule #3?

TR: I'd never result to a foreign object and neither would Laurel.

DH: And how about Rule #4?  Tommy you helped Craven with his attack on
WMI.

TR: I'll admit there are times when we try to take things out of the
ring and that is a mistake, but I can see it getting in the way of
others more than getting in our way.

DH: And how do you feel "Lady" Laurel?

LL: No comment.

[Dean just kind of stares at Laurel.]

DH: Well, I'd like to thank you both once more for you time and I look
forward to seeming you in the ring soon.

[The camera fades out.]

-----------------------------

Gibson Hayes Feed

-----------------------------

[Standing in front of a simple blue tarp with the PVW logo is none
other than Gibson Hayes, flanked by Todd Johnstone and Big Bubba
Hayes. Gibson is wearing a variant of his fighting togs (purple with
red triangles on the inner and outer thighs) with a: Vote Gibson for
PVW Commissioner. Meanwhile, Todd is in a slaughterhouse floor
brown-red track suit, smoking a cigar. Big Bubba is in a wheat colored
suit with the arms cut off. Standing next to Gibson is Dean Hayes. Red
Hayes has on a sweatband on his head and his hair is black with red
highlights but done up in an afro.]

"Swinging" Dean Hayes: Nice to finally get to interview you Gibson.
Let's cut to the chase: What do you think of these new rules PVW-SSN
has put in place?

Gibson Hayes: Who are you? Bubba, get this jerk out of here! How'd he
get past my security?

[And with that, Warren "Big Bubba" Hayes takes the microphone out of
Dean's hands and gives it over to Gibson. Dean protests with: "What
are you doing?!" as Big Bubba firmly escorts (IE: picks up and
carries) Dean away.]

GH: What do I think about these new rules? /WHAT/ do I think about
these new rules?! What do/I/ think of these new rules?! I'll tell you
what I think! I think these rules are garbage. Where were these rules
when I first faced Loco? Where were these rules when I first faced
Dragon Kid, with his loaded mask? Where were these rules in that match
I had at Boiling Point, where illegal tactics were being used all over
the place? What the hell man, what the hell? I swear...

[Gibson is apoplectic and he shoves the microphone in Todd's chest
while he mutters to himself.]

Todd Johnstone: Things aren't so simple. These rules in place not only
leave Gibson at the mercy of ne'erdowells who have nothing left to
lose, which is pretty much any of the dregs of this godforsaken place,
but also leave him incapable fo defending himself if his opponents use
foreign methods. The refuse brained shaft gobblers who thought up this
mess will be hearing from me very soon. I will make sure this place
learns you don't mess with any of my clients. Choke on that thought
like you choked on your father's special package out behind the house
jackholes.

[Gibson takes the microphone once again.]

GH: You won't get the best of /ME/, PVW! I will fight these evil rules
with every fiber in the true heartbeat of America, me Gibson Hayes,
patriotic's body! Foreign objects, eh? Well, we'll just see about that
crapola...

[A look of inspiration crosses Gibby's face but he also seems to
remember something mid-inspiration.]

GH: ...oh yeah: Tom Landis's career is like his wife's reproductive
organs: known by many but mainly for its vomit inducing properties!

[And we are done!]

-----------------------------

Semi Feed

-----------------------------

[Cut to an interview room; two oddly comfortable-looking chairs are
set at an angle from each other, a small coffee table between
them.  On the left, expert interviewer Dean Hayes sits, looking
through some cue cards.  On the right, the towering Semi lounges
sipping from a red plastic cup which may or may not be water.]

"Swingin'" Dean Hayes : I'm sitting with Urban Legend member Semi...

[Semi grins cheerfully.]

Semi : Sup, Deano?

"Swingin'" Dean Hayes : ...yeah, hi.   To get his thoughts on the
recent announcement by the Strickland Sports Network on the recent
rule changes here in PVW.

Semi [offhandedly] : Eh.  Don't care.

[Hayes blinks.]

"Swingin'" Dean Hayes : I'm sorry?

[Semi thinks about it for a second.]

Semi : Check that.  Don't care this week.  Cuz for our match, the
rules don't apply.  It's sanctioned, it's no-DQ, and the Prophets are
gonna get hell paid to em.

[He smiles again, taking another sip and leaning back in his
chair.  The smile fades as he thinks some more.]

Semi : After that... I'll say this, this is gonna lose some
folks.  People came to see rasslin every way it goes -- every
Gibs-saltin, Geds-fryin, Cole-bleedin and, [He grins,] Semi-poundin
moment of it.  They're tryin to take away the drama, the excitement,
and what's behind all us folks puttin on the show.

Semi : People come to see the matches, yep, but that's it's also the
stuff that leads up to the matches, the random crap in the matches...
you try ta put a stranglehold on that, and one of two things'll
happen.  A, it works, and people'll get bored and find somethin else
to do... and that's less money in yer pocket.

Semi : Or B, the whole shebang blows up in yer face.

[Semi takes another sip as Hayes soaks in the small rant.  Downing
the rest of the cup, Semi stands, and ruffles the hair of a now
disgruntled Dean.]

Semi : 'sides, Deano... in order ta get suspended, termed, or
arrested... ya gotta get caught first.

[Walking off stage, the big man leaves Hayes alone to ponder that
cryptic statement as the camera fades out.]

-----------------------------

Made Men Feed

-----------------------------

DH: 'Swingin' Dean Hayes here, sitting down with the tag team arm of
Widowmakers Incorporated, the Made Men.

[The screen shows our backstage interviewer seated across from
"Pokerface" Mark Masterson and Nick "Always" Wright.  The pair are on
a couch, seated comfortably, or in Wright's case, as comfortably as he
can be; he shifts in the seat and visibly winces from pain left over
from War Games.

A graphic on the screen reads "Recorded on February 17th, PVW Offices,
Phoenix NV"]

DH: Gentlemen, welcome.

[They nod in response.]

DH: Now, guys, I'm supposed to ask you about the new policies that
have been put into place, but if you don't mind, I'll come back around
to that in a bit.  First, I want to ask -- especially Nick -- how are
you guys after that brutal War Games match?

MM: We're breathing, at least.  And that's the bad news.

DH: ... Bad news?  Excuse me?  How is breathing bad?

NW: It means we're still alive and kicking.  There was a point there
where that might not have been the case, but here we are.  And now,
we're breathing, and we're pissed.

DH: At whom, exactly?

MM: At everyone, Dean my boy.  Don't get us wrong: we're plenty pissed
at Holliday, Craven, and their lot of misfits.  We're even pissed at
ourselves for letting it get as far as it did.  We should've ended
losers like Ryder and Mercenary long before War Games.

NW: Part of being a Widowmaker is having a long memory, and paying
back those who wronged you.  Our list is long, and we're on it.  And
we're going to get what we deserve.

DH: And what's that?

MM: Gold.

DH: Well, I suppose this dovetails into the original topic of
discussion... the new policies in place for the wrestlers handed down
by the brass of SSN and PVW.

MM: Yeah.  They'll make life difficult, for certain.  We're sort of
used to making our own rules, but at the same time, we also like
eating people food.

NW: Yeah man... that down stint when all we had was Puppy Chow was
pretty bad.  I try to make my future plans around not having to do
that again.

MM: So we live.  We adapt.  [Mark waxes philosophical.]  We all have
limitations, Dean, most of them imposed by this human frame.  These
are but four more to add to the mix.  Like all limitations, we will
find a way to excel and endure.

NW: And if you can't deal, suck it.

DH: (taken aback) Umm, OK.  So, is it safe to say that the Made Men
are back?

MM: Back?  Did we leave?

DH: Well, I meant, more, after War Games,,,

NW: Pain fades, Dean.  It's only temporary.  We move on... but we take
our scars with us.  And with memories like our, it doesn't take much
to remind us.

DH: Well, yes, then thank you for your time, gentlemen.  (Dean turns
to the camera)  This was Dean Hayes, sitting down with the Made Men of
Widowmakers Incorporated.  Stay tuned for more from Phoenix Valley
Wrestling.

[Black.]

-----------------------------

Herscher von Donkerhardt Feed

-----------------------------

Swingin Dean Hayes: I'm here backstage with Herscher von Donkerhardt
looking to see what the dutchman and PVW newcomer thinks about the
rule changes in the light of Boiling Point. What are your thoughts
Herscher?

HvD (Dressed in a grey Armani suit, matching trenchcoat and
sunglasses): Who are you?

Dean:(looking puzzled) Um, i'm Dean Hayes and i'm here to interview
you.

HvD: I know you are, i want to know who you think you are that you can
refer to me by my first name?

Dean: Well thats your name, why wouldn't i call you Herscher?

HvD:(removes his sunglasses and places them in the chest pocket of his
suit) You are not on my level, you are not a wrestler, you have not
faced me in a match,  wrestled others or put yourself in a position
to know victory or defeat. You have never had the chance to feel power
over others and until you have you are unworthy of using my name. You
will refer to me as Mr. Donkerhardt.

Dean(looking perplexed): Um are you serious? Tell me you're just
kidding Her---

HvD: MISTER DONKERHARDT!!!!!

(Herscher glares at Dean)

Dean: (looks into the camera with a look of clear irritation) Ok then,
what do you think of the rule changes....Mr. Donkerhardt?

HvD: I think the new rules are the works of limp wristed fearful
cowards set up to defend other limp wristed fearful cowards. These
rules are designed to stop wrestlers from doing what they do for fear
they might cause harm to one of these aberrations to manhood. It
sickens me that in this day in age, powerful nations and cultures
spurn what made them great and pander to the weak, the
disenfranchised, the allegedly wronged and ...misunderstood. It
sickens me further that SSN would follow this trend because someone
got hurt allegedly at the hands of its wrestlers.

Dean:(looking at Herscher with a look of complete bewilderment) But
this man suffered a broken orbital bone and he wasn't in the match.
That was uncalled for by the wrestlers involved, surely you agree
Her...Mr Donkerhardt.

HvD: If the man didn't want to get hurt then he should have gotten out
of the way. If he didn't like being hit then he should have acted like
a man and fought back. Instead he chose to be a cowardly parasite and
use his shameful conduct to make a quick buck.

Dean( With a look and tone of surprise): Shameful? He's wasn't  a
wrestler and there's no way he could or should have to defend himself
against the physical attacks of wrestlers.

HvD (with a tone of agitation in his voice): Attack? He wasn't
attacked, rather he was just in the way. Wrestlers are men of power
that walk like giants upon the land, with purpose and pride. They are
doing far too important things to notice any insignificant bug they
might crush under their feet in the process.

Dean(also with a tone of agitation in his voice): Are you insinuating
it was his fault for being in the wrong place at the wrong time? That
it was his fault for being as you put it...stepped on? Some wrestlers
around here may carry themselves as if they were giants or too
important for anyone else, but they are never too important to be
above our fans who make our livelihood possible. Now someone has
crossed the line with a fan and we are going to take a hit financially
and reputation wise. Now the PVW has taken steps to protect our fans
because one of our wrestlers didn't think their actions out clearly.
If the wrestlers had thought about the situation don't you think they
would have avoided the situation and $10 million dollar lawsuit facing
our parent corporation?

HvD (Now completely agitated and indignant ): The only thing the
wrestlers should have thought about is this.  If there actions were
going to cost the company some money,then they should have hurt him
even more so that SSN would get its money's worth! The exploits of
parasites like these disgust me, and you Mr. Hayes disgust me even
more for trying to defend these parasites, this interview is over!

(Herscher walks past Dean Hayes and out of camera view)

Dean(looking a little angry and annoyed): Yes well thank you for the
interview and your thoughts...Mr. Donkerhardt. It was truly a
pleasure.

-----------------------------

Doc Holliday Feed

-----------------------------

[SCENE: A PVW drapery.  The same black-orange-and-gold backdrop piece
that Doc Holliday used for Burning Effect.  It's almost like he filmed
both bits at once to save time before he went to go wrestle in Canada
or something!

Holliday is here, once again in his old "I MARK OUT FOR MYSELF" T-
Shirt and scads of athletic tape.]

Doc Holliday: Now, to address th' new law, an' mo' directly, th'
network folks whut put this law down.

Ain't gonna work.

Lookit these varmints ya got infestin' th' place!  Cole, Bill, Feyr,
Manson, Scrayper, thet masked man is prolly Spectre by th' look of
'im, an' ya brought in Martinez, an' ya think RULES is gonna stop 'em?
Please.

Y'all signed these folks, SSN.  Y'all knowed whut would happen.  Ya
think firin' Gomez means a flick ta these men?  They got cold hearts
an' evil minds.  An' ah ain't no saint mahself.  So whutcha done is
looked around, saw whut ya put tagethah, wet yer diapers, an' tried ta
make REGULATIONS?

Let me tell ya right now... only one law is in place in these parts.
Th' Code Of Th' Old West.  It's th' only law these folk respect,
whether or not they even know it.  Ya wanna control this heah place?
Best ta call in th' National Guard an' pray they's enough of 'em left
alive aftah show one ta make show two.  Outside o' thet, may as well
set back an' let attrition get 'em.  These rules ain't worth th' paper
ya wrote 'em on thet ah blew mah nose with.  Mark mah words, yer gonna
git a riot outta this, an' someone'll leave town on a bed or in a bag.

Stay home, an' it might not be you.


[And we cut.]


-----------------------------

Rob Cole Feed

-----------------------------


[Studio setting, Rob Cole is the World Champion and the belt is draped
over his right shoulder.  The left arm is hanging in a sling and the
champion's face is obscured behind a protective face mask for his
broken nose.]

RC: How do I feel about the proclamations?  First... I don't have any
reason to be near the ring if I'm not in the match.  But you know
what?  It kind of puts me at ease though... as the World... World...
World champion, the idea that some poor schmuck might try to interfere
in MY match is a distraction I'd like to live without.  Maybe with
these new rules I can have a nice clean match, a fair match, the kind
of match that people will talk about for ages.  And it's good to know
that the fans are going to keep their distance, too... sometimes
things get a little heated.  But as for the other rules... no foreign
objects in the ring?  Well, that's a little vague... what about this
mask?  Medical advice recomends that I continue to wear this mask for
the next month... MAYBE LONGER!!!! Is that a foreign object?
What about this sling?  What about my World championship BELT?!?!?!!
MY BELT?!?!?!!  MY BELT?!?!?!!!  What is a "foreign" object?
WHAT??!?!?!!

[Cole shakes his head in frustration.]

RC: And... what happens if someone decides to attack me backstage?
Everyone out here calls me a "monster"... they call me a ruthless
vicious killer of men.  So you tell me, you look in my eyes... someone
attacks me, what's to keep this company from placing the blame on my
shoulders?  It's bound to happen... at some point, someone's going to
come at me and I'm going to have to defend myself.  If I get attacked,
that's what's going to happen... I'm going to defend myself.

[Cut back to the studio.]

JM: The new policy doesn't appear to be all that popular with the
majority of the superstars.  We can only tune into Heatwave to see
their reactions.  However the safety of many various individuals have
been in question for the past few months.  A new tomorrow is among us.
One where the foundation PVW was built one a little over a year ago
can once again shine through.

Tradition ... Honor ... Competition ... The qualities of integrity
that the Phoenix rose through it's ashes once again will lead PVW into
2009.

[Cut to Darkness ... The sounds of men ... women ... children young
and old can be heard talking over each other ...]

Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my soul to keep;
Should I die before I wake,
I pray the Lord my soul to take.

[A sadistic looking Rob Cole .... A motivated Justin Cruise.]

V/O: Two nights ...  Two countries ... One dream ...

[Gibson Hayes standing with the American Title on his right shoulder.
A look of hatred from Rick Marley the Widowmakers captain.  Doc
Holliday looks up at the lights in the center of the ring.]

V/O: A phoenix awoke and rose from the ashes!

[William Craven stands laughing merciless.]

V/O: A game ended before our eyes!

[Chase Williams bloodied head to toe.]

V/O: It reached a Boiling Point.

[Gionet shoulder dropped to it's side hanging with a look of pain in
his eyes.]

V/O: They fight for a dream ... To be the best.  To stand as the king
of kings ...

[A young Tommy Ryder with his career in front of him trots down the
aisle way ready for battle.  Gavin Cassel strikes in a pose.  Danny
Daniels dodging trash being tossed at him by the fans.  Tom Landis
stands tall defending his wife's honor.]

V/O: Welcome to Shattered Dreams!


SHATTERED DREAMS ...
NIGHT ONE - LONDON, ENGLAND
NIGHT TWO - NEW YORK CITY, NEW YORK



[The camera cuts back to the stage, where Joshua Morgan sits at the
desk, nodding to the director as the feed comes back live.]

JM: Welcome back once again as...oh dear God.

[The eerily familiar form of do-not-sign listed and former PVW
wrestler The Spectre strides into the camera's shot, grinning at
Morgan.]

Spectre: Please...do continue, little Joshua.  We hunger for your
insight.

[Spectre stands directly behind the slender, pale skinned broadcaster,
placing one hand on either side of him and leaning in , almost
whispering into his ear.]

JM: Please...I'm just.

Spectre: No no.  Regale us with tales of how Zero Tolerance will make
PVW a better place.  About how it will stop the insanity perpetrated
by gangs of thugs like the Powers that Be or Widowmakers Incorporated.

Wax nostalgic for days gone by when wrestlers were able to do battle
with one another and not fear what would come outside of the ring.

Explain it to us...because there's something we don't understand...

JM: Well...I...

[Without warning, Spectre stands, grabs Morgan by the back of the head
and slams him face first onto the desk, then picking him up, placing
him into a hammerlock and lifting him up as Morgan screams in agony.]

Spectre: Because THIS is what we think of it.  THIS is what SSN and
PVW have wrought with their dirty compromises.  THIS is the safety
that they've gained!

You seek to cut us out?  You seek to hide from the dark?

Ask friend Cole how that works.

We promise you this: No amount of police will save you.  No number of
security will stop us.

We will give each and every person under the auspices of PVW a baptism
in pain until each and every one of them know what it is to fear the
dark!

[Tossing Morgan backwards, the announcer hits the wall of the set and
slumps down as the ghoulish goth stalks off, untouched by any
officials and medical personnel rush to Morgan's assitance.

The shot goes to a closeup of his battered form, wracked by agony as
he lies on the floor as the show abrubtly ends five minutes early.

We fade to black ...]