[Standing in front of a PVW backdrop is Gibson Hayes and his crue.
Todd Johnstone, in a marvelous rotting orange/pickle green/scab black
plaid suit, infection pus off-white tie dark red blood shirt and brown
belt from Sears. Evelyn Prosser in a gray newsboy cap, green Saint
Etienne football shirt, brown cargo shorts and black cleats. Pat and
Orel are there with Pat in his electricity robes and Pat in a robin's
egg blue suit. Gibson is wearing a red satin with white trim boxing
robe. Around his afro'd head is a red headband, his signed cast
showing through the sleeves, Gibson looks more like a boxer pre-match
than a wrestler. Oh, Gibby is chewing gum too.]

Swingin' Dean Hayes; Gibson, ca...

[Before Dean can finish his sentence, a bloodshot eyed Evelyn Prosser
places his right hand over Dean's mouth.]

Gibson Hayes: Evelyn, this turd is trying to talk to me again. Would
you kindly remove him?

[With that request, Evelyn Prosser takes the microphone out of Dean's
hand and shoves the annoyance out of the picture.]

GH: Tonight, on the Burning Effect, Gibson Hayes will take on yet
another relic from an age that will never return. I, America's Present
and Future, me, Gibson Hayes, must stomach old and broken wrestling
failures coming out of the woodwork trying to compete with America's
stalwart sentinel. The world may need me but America must be defended
as well. Later on this program, Gibson Hayes will face a dangerous
piece of history but there is no question that the present will always
bitch slap the past.

[Toddy J. takes the mic from Gibby.]

TJ: PVW has become a toilet bowl. Pieces of filth and yak smegma have
crusted over on this place. My boy, Gibson Hayes, is here to clean up
the mess the PVW brass has gotten itself into with this parade of
pathetic pre-historic plebes. Detson? A nobody? Martinez? He's more
about getting his knob slobbered over by idiot fanboys than actually
being relevant. Holliday? Gibson showed him he isn't ready for this
new era. Marley? He's dug up a whole group of mold and crap encrusted
has-beens to make himself feel better about his irrelevance. Werner is
a joke. Craven? He's never done [TV EDIT]. Notice a trend? PVW is full
of men in that ring that would be better suited to playing pinochle at
the rest home than helping a company into the second decade of this
new millennia. PVW, you best dump those creaky, impotent relics. The
world has changed and Gibson Hayes is your meal ticket. Bank on it.

[Gibson is front and center once again.]

GH: Tonight is just the first step of this Gibson Gauntlet.
Unbeknownst to PVW, it is the first step in me cleaning up this joint.

[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 #
# Sets off an unsuspecting herd #
# And as you step back into line #
# A mob jumps to their feet #

# Now dance, fucker, dance #
# Man, he never had a chance #
# And no one even knew #
# It was really only you #

# And now you steal away #
# Take him out today #
# Nice work you did #
# You're gonna go far, kid #

# With a thousand lies #
# And a good disguise #
# Hit 'em right between the eyes #
# Hit 'em right between the eyes #
# When you walk away #
# Nothing more to say #
# 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 #
# There's something in your way #
# And now someone is gonna pay #
# And if you can't get what you want #
# Well it's all because of me #

# Now dance, fucker, dance #
# Man, I never had a chance #
# And no one even knew #
# It was really only you #

# And now you'll lead the way #
# Show the light of day #
# Nice work you did #
# You're gonna go far, kid #
# Trust, deceived! #

# With a thousand lies #
# And a good disguise #
# Hit 'em right between the eyes #
# Hit 'em right between the eyes #
# When you walk away #
# Nothing more to say #
# See the lightning in your eyes #
# See 'em running for their lives #

# Now dance, fucker, dance #
# He never had a chance #
# And no one even knew #
# It was really only you #

# So dance, fucker, dance #
# I never had a chance #
# It was really only you #

# With a thousand lies #
# And a good disguise #
# Hit 'em right between the eyes #
# Hit 'em right between the eyes #
# When you walk away #
# Nothing more to say #
# See the lightning in your eyes #
# See 'em running for their lives #

# Clever alibis #
# Lord of the flies #
# Hit 'em right between the eyes #
# Hit 'em right between the eyes #
# When you walk away #
# Nothing more to say #
# See the lightning in your eyes #
# See 'em running for their lives #



                          PVW's

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| |   ) || (   ) || |   | || (   ) || | \_  )| (
| (__/  )| )   ( || )   ( || )   ( || (___) || (____/\
(______/ |/     \||/     \||/     \|(_______)(_______/

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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
closely
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: Ladies and gent's welcome to another night of wrestling's second
hottest show on TV.  We are on Strickland Sports Network and tonight
we have _TWO_ PVW Championship matches.

[To the right is Damage Control's latest addition to the booth -
Former wrestler now sidelined due to injury, Austin Cooper.  The Coop
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.]

AC: That's right as we just heard from the PVW American Champion - The
Gibson Gauntlet begins and tonight ...  And fortunately for the fans
that means whomever the PVW Network Champion is his work card just
doubled!

JM: In just a short time we will have one of PVW's famous high paced
Rush Hour matches to find out who Perry Fontana's opponent will be
later on tonight.

AC: Some of PVW's finest will have a shot, but you can bet the king of
the armbar - Perry Fontana is ready no matter who his opponent will
be.

JM: Before we get to the opening action I am told SSN has sponsors to
please.

AC: Well we have to pay for mop you call a haircut _some_ how.

[Commercial.

OOC NOTE: This is tasteless and offensive.  You have been warned.

We see a black-and-white still image of a sad old man in a rocking
chair.  An
impassive female voice narrates over sad instrumental music.]

NARRATOR: Every year, more than a million Americans suffer the deadly,
life-altering disease known as Alzheimer's.

[The camera pans out, to show that the man is alone in a nursing home
room.]

NARRATOR: Imagine a future where you have no friends, no family, and
no identity... because you do not know who they are.

[The camera switches to another black-and-white view... this one a
still image of Jack Baldwin sitting in a locker room.  Obviously, this
is one of those times when you catch a guy blinking or staring or
whatnot in a screen capture, because the picture indicates an
extremely blank expression.]

NARRATOR: For a lucky one percent of Americans, this is an
improvement, but the rest of us need help.  Need hope.  Need
compassion.  Need mercy.

[Back to the original man in a room.  He sits, sadly gazing at the
wall. Then, suddenly, Dr. Mal Practice MD walks up, puts a dinner
serving platter cover over his head (with some odd looking equipment
soddered to it, and bangs on the platter several times with a wooden
mallet with a loud CLANGing sound.  The man's limbs flop around and he
falls out of his chair.  Mal then helps him up, and with an
overdramatic look of amazement, the guy says...]

Old Man: I remember my name!

[Double thumbs up to the camera as "Humanitarian" by, uhm, whomever
Mal got to do the Rick Derringer impression, starts up in the
background.]

NARRATOR: They need Dr. Mal.

[Cut to the old man seated and doing an interview.]

Old Man: Thanks to that... eh, Mike Prastish feller, I remember my
name.  My name is John, that's what's on my paperwork!  So's the guys
down the hall!  We're family!

[He has a nametag that reads JOHN DOE.  We then cut to Dr. Mal working
tirelessly in his office... and when he notices the camera there, he
switches from tirelessly playing Wii Sports to tirelessly
experimenting with therapeutic procedures!]

NARRATOR: And Dr. Mal needs you.  His research into this and many
other life-affecting ailments requires materials and facilities.
Won't you give the gift of life this holiday season and donate to the
Dr. Mal Save-A-Brain Foundation.  Already, we're working on isolating
possible causes of brain disease and removing them.

[We cut to scenes of PAIN attacking the Wild Cards, as well as Mal
destroying a TV playing a Wild Cards promo.  A phone number appears at
the bottom of the screen.]

Dr. Mal Practice MD: I've spent my life battling threats such as
cancer, the Keening Gene, the Gypsy race, and the jealous weasels in
Washington who are about to ruin health care forever by ensuring that
noone will ever go to medical school again because doctors won't make
enough to cover costs.  That's why I need your support, because in a
couple years I'll be getting Medicare rates for everything and that'll
be retirement time, folks.  We don't have long to cure every disease
left, so send as much as you can, as often as you can!

[We cut to a scene of happy elderly people waving outside of a nursing
home, and then fade...

MORE OOC NOTE: The handler would like to state that while Mal is a
creep who would try to play anything for laughs, this disease is not
funny.  In the real world, when people suffer it is terrifying.  Too
many good people are being lost before their time.  Please consider
giving to a legitimate charity this holiday season, whether it be
Alzheimer's research or cancer research... real medical researchers
need our support.]

JM: ...


AC: Chip?  We're back on.

JM: THAT WAS THE MOST TASTELESS, OFFENSIVE THING I'VE EVER SEEN!

AC: I watched Transformers 2 last week, so I'm afraid I can't say the
same.

JM: It's bad enough that Practice is showing his face in everyone's
segments tonight, but that?  What on Earth would possess someone to
make fun of... of... people losing their memories, and the things that
make them who they are?

AC: Does thinking about that make you uncomfortable?

JM: Of course it does!

AC: Would you rather not think about it at all?  Rather just block it
out of your mind and live your life?

JM: ...yes.

AC: But you're thinking about it, aren't you?

JM: ...

AC: That guy's not as dumb as you think he is, is he?

JM: But...

AC: Don't we have a match coming up?  Or did you forget?

JM: THAT'S NOT FUNNY!

AC: But you're thinking about it now, aren't you?

JM: *sigh* Let's go to the ring.

[The Voice stands in the center of the ring as the fans stir.]

HD: In Rush Hour rules ... The winner will earn a PVW Network
Championship match against Perry Fontana later on in the evening.

[BOOO ... FONTANA BOOO .... WE HATES HIM!!!!!]

JM: Listen to the fans here in Memphis, Tennessee.  They really don't
like the PVW Network Champion.

AC: Well we are in Tennessee Jay M.

JM: What is that suppose to mean?

AC: They wouldn't know good taste if it jumped up and bit them in the
ass.

JM: How could you say that about the place that gave us Johnny Cash,
B.B. King, and Elvis Presley!?!

AC:  This place is also responsible for Justin Timberlake ...

JM: So not everybody that is born here can sing.

HD: Introducing our first two competitors in the Rush Hour ...  They
are _tag team_ partners ...

JM: Whoa look at this ...  The first two men are partners!

AC: This could be interesting ...

HD: Weighing in at a combined weight of five hundred and twelve
pounds ...

["Rock the Casbah" by the Clash hits the PA system ...]



... MAX WEINRIB and SALIH MUBARAK ...



[POPPAGE!!!]


JM: _Very_ interesting!

AC: It looks like somebody was watching Burning Effect!

JM: These two partners started off with a _MEGA_ upset against the PVW
tag team champions, but tonight they have drawn the first two seeds
right here in the Rush Hour!

AC: Yeah I am sure they Both _drew_ those numbers.  It sounds like
somebody wanted to find out if they would back their words up with
actions!

[The PVW tag team emerge side-by-side from the backstage area.  Max
Weinrib and Salih Mubarak stop and look at one another ...]

AC: A stare down before they even get ring side!

JM: This could be very interesting indeed!  It may be a short lived
PVW tag team.

[The two men walk down the aisle way ...  Before entering the ring a
final glance is traded and the two men roll under.]

AC: Feel the tension Jay M?

JM: There is something there for sure.

[The two men are now inside the ring and on opposite sides.  A word
hasn't been said, but there was plenty on Burning Effect.]



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                  01.25.10 Damage Control
                    <><><><><><><><><>
                    Rush Hour Action:
                    <><><><><><><><><>
        PAIN, Made Men, Wild Cards, and Mubarak and Weinrib
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[WRITER NOTE: I apologize up-front about the hybrid summary of this
match ... Writer wasn't able to do the match in the end and I felt the
wait was _MORE_ then enough.]



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



JM: There is the bell and the countdown of 45 seconds until entrant
number three is on the clock.

AC: 45 seconds?  What is this?

JM: The _RUSH HOUR_ Coop ...

[Weinrib and Mubarak begin circling each other as the seconds tick
from the clock ...  Finally after both men were looking for their shot
they lock up ...]

JM: Here we go Coop!

[The two partners twist and push one another around.  Over ten seconds
has easily ticked off the clock as the two men fight for advantage.
Finally they shove each other off and look across at each other.]

AC: Come on they are stalling!

JM: I don't know about that.  We heard them ...

AC: Yeah well does this look like two men who want to go right at one
another?

[As the time ticks away ...  It has now become a-bit obvious that the
tag team is waiting on the next entrant ... as the final seconds run
off the clock out steps the tag team legend - Black Jack Baldwin.  A
nice POP from the Memphis fans as the Wild Card trots down the aisle
and rolls into the ring ...]

JM: And Weinrib and Mubarak are right on the Wild Card.

AC: Finally some action here.  If this is some sort of Rush Hour then
why did we just witness forty five seconds of grab ass Jay-M?

[Baldwin attempts to fight off the tag team, but they gain the
upper hand.  They whip the Wild Card into the ropes as the duo both go
low chopping out the knees of Baldwin and he drops to the mat and
rolls across only to receive a big elbow drop by Mubarak and a big
leaping double stomp by Weinrib.]

JM: It looks like that disadvantage of Weinrib and Mubarak starting
off as one-and-two has now become an advantage Coop.

AC: Looks like they played us all.

JM: Either that or they put their differences aside until later in the
match.  Baldwin is pushing himself up ...

AC: Not for long!


"___THUUUUUD___"


[... Right into the waiting arms of Mubarak and drops backwards with a
DDT.  Weinrib points to the ropes as the two begin pushing him towards
the bottom ropes to eliminate him.]

JM: Remember Coop ... In the Rush Hour you can send them over, under,
and in-between as long as both of their feet touch the outside ground
for elimination.

AC: Sounds to complicated to me.  Whatever happened to the good old
fashion over the top battle royal.  Sounds like somebody tried to take
something that worked and turn it into a chaotic mess.

[Baldwin uses his size and strength to grab the ropes and lock his
legs around it.  Kicks come firing away from the dup as the final
seconds tick off for the fourth entrant.]

JM: Baldwin survived, but who is going to be number four?

AC: Knowing how this thing is going probably Judd Marley.

JM: That would be quite helpful for Baldwin ... He appears to be on
the brink of elimination.

[... What is the opposite of Marley at this point? Yep you guessed it
... Out steps PAIN member and Baldwin-nemisis, Dr. Mal Practice as the
boo's rain down.  Standing at his side is Manager of 2009, Todd
Johnstone.  The two walk slowly down the aisle way as Weinrib and
Mubarak continue to try and kick Baldwin loose from the bottom ropes.
Baldwin showing his pain tolerance holds through the dozen or more
kicks and shoving ...  Finally the PAIN doctor enters the ring.]

JM: Mal Practice looking right at Baldwin seeing the opportunity to
get rid of him right off the back.

AC: Three-on-one on Baldwin is going to prove to be too much.

[Mal Practice charges in and drops down driving a closed fist of
mayham into the side of Baldwin's exposed head with his arms and legs
around the bottom ropes.  He barks for Weinrib and Mubarak to join in.
The two-look at each other and nod.]

AC: Goodbye Baldwin ... It was good knowing ya!

[Weinrib and Mubarak grab Mal Practice and lift him up and Mubarak
rocks him with a big unexpecting European uppercut ... Practice
stumbles backwards and into a big right by Mubarak.  This allows
Baldwin to roll back inside the ring but still staying on the ground
from the absorbed punishment.]

AC: Those idiots!  If they would have listened to Mal Practice they
could have already eliminated Baldwin.

JM: From the looks of it Weinrib and Mubarak have pinpointed Mal
Practice at this time the bigger threat.

[The two men hit the ropes and drop the PAIN member with a double
clothesline.  Todd Johnstone shouts on the outside degrading both
Weinrib, Mubaraks, and their mothers.]

JM: I apologize folks for the language of Todd Johnstone.

AC: Why?  Do you know their mothers?

JM: Well no but ...

[Mal Practice right back up and a big back body drop by Weinrib ...
Mubarak now pulling up the PAIN doctor, but Black Jack Baldwin is back
in the game and he shakes his finger sideways saying no to Mubarak and
Baldwin grabs ahold of his nemesis and whips him _hard_ into the
corner with an Irish Whip ...  Mal Practice bounces out and a big
SPINEBUSTER ...]

"___THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"


AC: What is this a three-on-one!?!

JM: You didn't mind when Jack Baldwin looked to be on the wrong end.

AC: Well that was different.

[The seconds begin to tick down ...  Out steps the Widowmaker and one
half of the Made Men - the ever-so-cocky Nick Wright. With Mal
Practice now in a serious three-on-one situation Todd Johnstone
screams for Wright to get his ass inside the ring. Moving a tad slower
then Johnstone would have liked Nick Wright joins the fray as Weinrib
turns to meet him.]

JM: Here comes Nick Wright and the quick on his feet Nick Wright with
a swift kick on Weinrib and another ...  The Three on one has become a
tad more even with Wright.

AC: Look at Mubarak going to rescue his BFF.

[Wright ducks under a big right and hits the ropes ... He comes across
with a spinning heel kick and takes Mubarak down.  Meanwhile Mal
Practice has basically grabbed a-hold of Baldwin and used his size to
take him down to the mat with a sturdy side headlock and he wrapped
his big legs around the Wild Card wearing him down and keeping him
safe from being near the ropes.]

AC: This is why Mal Practice has a PHD.  Out gunned and shell shocked
he was able to get ahold of Baldwin and wrap him up to keep himself in
any trouble of being eliminated.

JM: Wright the risk taker springboards ...  CROSS BODY ON WEINRIB!

[Wright back to his feet where Mubarak charges and Wright fresh and
quick ducks under and lets loose with a fast right ... Another ... A
third ... The bigger and unhappy Weinrib with a full nelson on the
busy Wright from behind and lifts him up and slams him hard to the mat
getting a POP from the crowd.]

JM: Weinrib and Mubarak taking advantage again of being able to team
together.  The only both member tag team inside the match still at
this point with only three men to introduce.

AC: With twenty seconds could it be close to Ohno time?

[Mal Practice has now brought Baldwin up to his feet and backed him up
into the corner and tossed a few stiff closed range forearms. Practice
went for an Irish Whip, but Baldwin reversed it sending the unexpected
doctor crashing into the corner. Baldwin came roaring out with a
short-arm clothesline smashing against Practice into the corner.  He
grabbed Mal Practice and charged him across by the back of his head
and smashed it right into the corner as the fans roared. Meanwhile Max
Weinrib has placed Nick Wright in a Boston Crab ...  The open and free
Sal Mubarak hits the ropes and delivers a legdrop to the exposed
head!]

JM: Excellent double teaming by Weinrib and Mubarak.  And Jack Baldwin
has fought back after spending a great deal of the match at a big
disadvantage.

AC: This is making me sad.

JM: Don't look now but the final seconds are ticking off and who will
be the next to enter the Rush Hour!

[The fans turn their heads back as the second Made Man and Widowmaker
Iceman himself - Mark Masterson steps out.  With his partner Nick
Wright in clear trouble he doesn't waste any time at all as he rushes
down the aisle way and dives under the ropes popping up as Mubarak is
the first to meet him.]

AC: Two Widowmakers ... This is going to get fun!

JM: Masterson ate a few shots and drives Mubarak back with a vicious
European uppercut.  He grabs Mubarak and just rakes at the eyes.

AC: Masterson is a calm and calculated warrior.

[Weinrib off Wright now and nails Masterson from behind.  Finally
Mubarak is back over and like things have been going thus far through
out the match the duo of Weinrib and Mubarak are ontop working
Masterson back in the corner not allowing the fresh man to get much
offensive off.  However with their back turns Nick Wright has made his
way up and quickly to the top ropes ...  Weinrib turns and just in
time as Wright takes flight and right across the chest and ontop of
Max Weinrib.  Mubarak turns and the split second has Masterson turning
Mubarak into the corner and he begins to eat the onslaught of the
Pokerface.]

AC: Oh how the tides are turning.  Weinrib and Mubarak aren't the only
_tag_ team inside the ring now.

JM: Baldwin scooping up Practice ...

[However Mal slides out of it and places the shaken Wild Card into an
abdominal stretch ... After a few seconds it's moved into a modified
Pumphandle Slam.]


"___THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"


AC: This is more like it Jay-M.

JM: The tides have turned in favor of the Made Men and Dr. Mal
Practice.  Mubarak is back in the corner now and Masterson is using
his leg to choke him.  Time is flying off the clock as the Rush Hour
is hitting a high pace!

[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. begins
playing.]

AC: Now things are really going to get interesting.

JM: This can only mean one thing Coop.

[A red carpet comes rolling out from behind the curtain and down the
entrance ramp, followed soon after by a pair of beautiful Asian women
step out from behind the curtain.  The first is a perky girl, almost
skipping out, wearing what looks conspicuously like a US army combat
uniform.  Her hair is a mass of oddly multi-colored (almost like
Rainbow Bright) locks.  The other, is a more dignified looking woman,
wearing a violet colored evening gown.  Her expression is much less
enthusiastic than her cheerful counterpart.  Instead, she has a look
that says "just shoot me".  The two hold out their hands in classic
Vana White fashion as a group of men with cameras come out snapping
photos at the figure that follows.  A Chinese man with $500 sunglasses
worn over an eyepatch (we can still see this trap).  He is wearing a
tuxedo... a tuxedo?]

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

AC: And Ohno is dressed ... Well I don't know what he is dressed for?

JM: A-bit over dressed for action here.  However nothing shocks us
when it comes to Ohno.

[As the "paparzzi" continue to snap photos, Ohno extends a hand to
each of the ladies, who then lock arm and arm with him, the army suit
clad Meili appearing quite enthused, as the more level-headed Violet
glares daggers at her counterpart past Ohno.]

[Ohno reaches the ring, kisses each girls hand, (at which Violet can't
help but smile a little before resuming her murderous look towards
Meili) and strides up the ring steps to the ring when...]

AC:  BLACK NINJA ATTACK!

JM:  What the hell!?

[Ninjas from all around the ring and under the ring have leaped the
guard rail, came out of the stands, back, under the ring and have
filled the ring attacking EVERYONE!]

JM: What in blue-blazing is going on here Coop?

AC: I don't know I have never seen anything like this.

JM: Masked men ...

AC: These aren't just men these are NINJA'S Morgan!

[And these are Ninja's at all sizes.  There even appears to be a
midget Ninja in the ring who has his sites set on Dr. Mal Practice who
goes forward and the midget crawls through his legs in what appears to
be a distraction as another one comes flying with a spinning heel kick
taking the good ol' doctor off his feet.  Ohno tuxedo and all is in
full Bruce Lee motion with sound effects and all.  He blocks the first
one coming in and turns and ducks the next one.  He then jumps with a
flawless spinning side kick taking the first one down.  He then tosses
his arms up blocking a right hand, but the numbers appear too much and
the Tuxedo'd doctor finds himself on the opposite end and overwhelmed
himself.]

AC: This looks like a Wild Card ploy!

JM: Usually I would agree with you, but Baldwin is having his
difficulties inside the ring too.  This is an equal opportunity Ninja
hit squad.

[One of the masked men attempts a cross body block, Weinrib catches
and drops him across his knee for a pendulum backbreaker.  Mubarak and
Wright have been forced to work together as they fight off masked men
as Masterson grabs a-hold of one of the masked superstars and drops
them with a vicious looking neckbreaker.]

JM: The minutes are ticking off and we are almost ready for the final
member of the Rush Hour ...  And we all know by this time it's Judd
Marley.

AC: If he isn't already down there in a mask!

JM: Ohno has been dog piled by the Ninjas by the ring stairs, suddenly
though the pile of ninjas flies in all directions as Ohno stands to
his feet, arms thrust high into the air. A ninja rushes forward but
Ohno catches him with a thrust kick to the chin sending him sprawling
into the ringside barrier. Ohno motions for the rest of the ninjas to
attack him and they all rush forward.]

AC: Ohno is about to be swarmed by the ninjas again...

JM: What the!?!?

AC: Flying midget ninja!

[The midget ninja crashes into the charging ninjas as Mal looks over
the top rope and screams at Ohno to get into the ring.]

AC: Doesn't look like Mal was too appreciative of having to star in a
remake of Caleb Foley's last night at the bar.

JM: What?

AC: Trust me there are some things you don't want to know about Foley
and his obsession with leprechauns.

[As Ohno makes his way up the ring stairs he begins to point at Jack
Baldwin who is getting back to his feet.]

JM: Ohno making it know his target is going to be Baldwin Ö and now
Ohno is pointing to the turnbuckles.

AC: And Violet is screaming do it you dare as Meilie appears to be
encouraging him.

[Ohno climbs to the top rope as 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 Judd Marley
begins to make his way to the ring side area.]

HD: And the final entrant into Rush Hour ... JUDD MARRRLLLEEEYYYY !!!

JM: All eight competitors are about in the ring now and Ohno leaps off
of the top rope Ö

AC: And catches Mark Masterson with a flying side kick.

[Violet seems relieved that Ohno hit someone with that side kick as
Meilie applauds the actions of Ohno. Masterson falls to the mat but is
quickly able to pull himself to his knees using the ring rope. Marley
from the outside reaches up and catches Masterson with a right hand.
Marley grabs Masterson by the head and begins to pull him towards the
outside.]

JM: Marley trying to pull Masterson out of the ring Ö

AC: Is that legal?

JM: He is a participant in the match so yes Coop it is.

[Masterson drives a right hand into the head of Marley causing Marley
to stop and Masterson pushes himself back into the ring. Ohno grabs
Weinrib and spins him around catching him with a knife edge chop.
Weinrib is drilled by a second knife edge chop and forced into the
ropes by Ohno as Marley slides into the ring. Mal hoists Mubarak up
and drops him across the top rope throat first with a hot shot. Ohno
fires off a series of kicks to the mid section of Weinrib as Marley
chop blocks Masterson. Baldwin quickly comes to the aid of his partner
and drives a knee into the side of Masterson's head.]

AC: Action all over the ring as Ohno whips Weinrib into the far side
corner Ö Wright though spins Ohno around and catches him with a
European uppercut.

[Wright grabs Ohno and lifts him into the air and connects with an
inverted atomic drop.  Masterson is taken up and over with a double
suplex by the Wild Cards as Mal tries to force Mubarak under the
bottom rope.]

JM: Mubarak holding onto that middle rope for dear life as Mal
continues to lay the boots into him!

[Wright grabs Ohno and drives him into the mat face first with a
facebuster. Wright rushes forward and launches into a spear Ö]

!!! TTTHHHUUUDDD !!!

JM: Wright missed the spear! Weinrib moves out of the way at the last
possible moment and Wright connected with the ring post!

AC: Wright is hung out to dry right now and Weinrib takes advantage
shoving one half of the Made Men to the floor!

HD: Nick Wright has been eliminated!

AC: Weíre down to seven men now! Mal has Mubarak right where he wants
him!

[Mubarak has one leg dangling close to the floor as Mal continues to
use the ropes as leverage as he tries to push Mubarak to the floor.
Weinrib though comes rushing to his partners aid and catches Mal with
a drop kick to the side of the head. Mal falls to the side as Weinrib
reaches and pulls his partner back in through the bottom rope.]

AC: Not too smart there! Mubarak should have taken advantage of his
partners situation there. A shot at the Network Title is on the line!

[Baldwin sees Ohno and he rushes over to grab one half of PAIN, yet
Ohno catches him with a drop toe hold and leaps to his feet quickly as
Masterson catches Marley from behind and drives him to the mat with a
release German suplex.]

AC: Weinrib and Mubarak working as a unit trying to keep the much
bigger Mal on the mat.

JM: Looks like a slobber knocker as they continue to lay the boots to
the big man.

[Ohno leaps into the air and drives a leg drop across the back of
Baldwin's head. Ohno stands back up and poses with a kung fu stance.]

AC: Ohno with a lot of posing for the cameras and he pays for it as
Masterson catches him with a vicious clothesline!

JM: Ohno is used to having Mal cover his blindside and this match
doesn't allow for that at all!

AC: Speaking of Mal he ahs finally created some separation from Ö what
do they call themselves Better than Bacon or is it Weinaraburguark?
Either way he has driven Mubarak to the mat and applies an arm bar!

JM: I think Mal could be sending a message to Fontana that he's not
the only one who can use the arm bar!

AC: Or he knows he cant be eliminated when he is on the mat!

[Mubarak reaches for the rope, but nothing happens as there is no
break rule. Weinrib stands back up and drives his boot into the head
of Mal who releases the hold. Weinrib pulls Mal up and tries to whip
him across the ring but Mal uses to his size to slam on the brakes and
whip Weinrib instead. Weinrib hits the ropes hard and is flattened
with a running clothesline by Mal.]

AC: Masterson has Baldwin up and drives him to the ropes.

JM: Masterson with a vicious elbow that rocks the bigger Wild Card and
a second elbow!

AC: Ohno is back to his feet and he catches Marley from behind with a
bulldog!

JM: Marley trying to help his partner but to no avail. Masterson
rushing off of the far side ropes and he connects with a clothesline
on Baldwin!

[Baldwin rocked back but the momentum is just not there.]

JM: Masterson trying again as he rushes at Baldwin and another
clothesline!

AC: Yet again its just not enough to get the fat slob over the top!

[Masterson looks irate as he punches at the head of Baldwin. Ohno
pulls Marley up and connects with a jawbreaker sending Marley to the
mat once again. Ohno points to the top rope once again and Violet
screams no. Mal locks Weinrib in a camel clutch as he watches his
partner climb to the top rope.]

JM: Ohno leaps.

AC: And he completely misses Marley with that top rope splash!

[Mal shakes his head as Ohno grabs his midsection in pain. Masterson
off of the ropes one more time and catches Baldwin with a third
clothesline. As Baldwin teeters Johnstone rushes over and grabs the
top rope.]

AC: And there goes Jack Baldwin!

HD: Jack Baldwin has been eliminated!

JM: Give the assist to PAINís manager Todd Johnstone there.

AC: Masterson doesn't seem to care!

[Weinrib is back to his feet and sees Mubarak locked in the camel
clutch but he also sees Mark Masterson jaw jacking with Jack Baldwin
so he rushes forward and catches Masterson with a dropkick to the
back.]

JM: And Masterson flips over the top rope and crashes to the mat hard!

HD: Mark Masterson has been eliminated!

[Marley is back to his feet and he grabs Weinrib by the tights and
tosses him through the second rope to the floor!]

HD: Max Weinrib has been eliminated!

AC: And Judd Marley doing what he does best, taking advantage of a
situation!

[Mal releases the camel clutch on Mubarak as Ohno tells Mal to hold
Mubarak for him ...]

JM: Mal is spun around by Marley who begins to drive right hand after
right hand into the big man; Marley like a house of fire right now as
he has back Mal into the ropes. Ohno has Mubarak backed into the
corner and drives a knee into the midsection of Mubarak, who doubles
over.]

AC: Scissor kick and Mubarak hits the mat face first. Marley trying to
whip Mal into the ropes but Mal reverses it.

JM: Marley ducks the clothesline by Mal and Todd Johnstone reaches up
grabbing the rebounding Marley by the leg!

[Marley spins around to glare at Johnstone but the distraction is
enough as Mal comes rushing forward.]

JM: Mal connects with a clothesline and Judd Marley is gone!

HD: Judd Marley has been eliminated!

AC: Things don't look good for Mubarak right now as both members of
PAIN are left in the ring!

[Ohno pulls Mubarak to his feet and drives a palm thrust into the face
of Mubarak who staggers back into the ropes. Mal turns around to help
his partner but Marley reaches up and grabs him by the leg. Mal hits
the mat in a thud and Marley pulls him out of the ring to the floor.]

HD: Dr. Mal Practice has been eliminated!

AC: There is no way that can be legal!

JM: Once both feet touch the ground you're eliminated. Unfortunately
for Mal his feet hit the ground!

AC: Pure bull bleep!

JM: Watch the language Coop!

[Mubarak has gotten a second wind and has driven Ohno into the ropes.
Mal drives a right hand into the head of Marley on the outside and
quickly grabs him by the arm and whips him hard into the ring steps.]

!!! CCCLLLAAANNNGGG !!!

AC: Judd Marley sent up and over the ring steps there!

JM: And Mubarak is still on the offensive! As Ohno was rocked by that
right hand and a left rocks him again. Mubarak takes a few steps back.

AC: He's looking for a head of steam to land the knock out blow!

[Mubarak rushes forward and Ohno lowers his head as he does so.]

JM: Backbody drop!

AC: Mubarak is gone! Ohno is the last man standing!

HD: Sahil Mubarak has been eliminated!

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

HD: Your winner of the Rush Hour Battle Royal is OHNO!

[Ohno is in the ring screaming you like me you really like me. He
looks as though he is going to cry from sheer joy.]

AC: Ohno loving this win and showing great love to the fans as he
begins to blow them kisses.

[Mal looks at his partner in the ring and slides under the rope.]

JM: AS the boos rain down around them both members of PAIN celebrate
Ohno's win here tonight!

[A crane of a man. Tall, long, and dressed in winter clothing from
head to toe. He has brown hair, but the only visible proof of that is
the small strand that has poked out of his blue beanie. His attention
is on the girl standing next to him, a pretty blonde in a black
sweater and blue jeans. He is talking to her until another voice
interrupts with a strange sounding English accent.]

Cameraman: Hello, Victor from wrestling tube standing here with Dag
Jenssen, the newest signing to the PVW singles division. How are you
tonight, Dag?

[Dag Jenssen turns and smiles, putting a hand up in greeting.]

Dag: I am doing great, thank you.

[A slight Norwegian accent, very slight, almost unrecognizable. There
is also a touch of the Queen's English to his tone.]

Cameraman: Ehm... we are here at the cinema in Drammen, what brings
you here tonight?

Dag: Just hanging out with friends. Going to see a film.

[The camera turns to the left to an assortment of people lined up at
the box office. Mostly young people, but a few elder couples fill this
hodgepodge. They are all dressed in their best winter clothing,
including a wide array of different colored beanies. The camera
returns to the tall Norwegian whose attention has turned back to
the girl next to him.]

Cameraman: That is good. Well Dag, let me start off by maybe asking
you to tell the fans a little bit about yourself. You have wrestled
mainly in London and may not be familiar to most of our viewers.

[Dag mumbles something to her and the brunette beauty turns and heads
away, presumably to their party in line.]

Dag: Yes? About myself?

[He gazes up and ponders for a moment. He speaks in a slow thoughtful
manner.]

Dag: Well, I was born here in Drammen along with my two brothers. My
mother was a nurse and my father an executive of Glava, an industrial
glassvatt producer. I had a very good childhood and was lonely very
little because of constant playing and fighting with my brothers. We
were a very competitive family and I have fond memories of our
squabbles.

[A nod.]

Dag: In high school I became the number three ranked amateur wrestler
in the country. This was a great accomplishment for me of course and
it made my father very proud.

Cameraman: And was in high school that you were introduced to
wrestling for the first time?

[Dag laughs and shakes his head.]

Dag: Like I said before, my brothers and I were a bit spry. We were
constantly fighting, wrestling, scrapping. And I had an older brother
to deal with so I suffered quite a bit in these affairs. There were
days we would come home looking like a horror show. My mother would be
horrified of course but my father understood. We were brothers testing
ourselves. We were hardening ourselves before facing the world.

Cameraman: [An awkward laugh] Sounds like you guys were a wild bunch.

Dag: Well, yeah... but nothing too out of the ordinary I would
suppose.

[Dag smiles.]

Dag: But anyways, we fought and wrestled all the time. I... I actually
have an anecdote that might be interesting or amusing, or perhaps not,
but would you like to hear it?

Cameraman: Certainly.

Dag: This might take a moment. Is it alright if I have a smoke?

Cameraman: Go right ahead.

[Dag pulls a rolled cigarette and a box of matches out of his coat
front pocket, immediately putting the cigarette between his lips. The
Norwegian turns from the wind and after a few attempts managers to
strike the match alight. He lights his cigarette, turns back to the
camera, and takes a long drag before continuing.]

Dag: Anyways, back in my childhood my father would take us on vacation
to Reykjavíkurborg every summer. We would visit my godfather and spend
our time at his beautiful home.

[He looks personably past the camera.]

Dag: A beautiful place. I can hardly describe it. It stood atop a
hill, resting against the mountainside of Bláfjöll, and overlooked a
forest of Birch. It was a large property but it stood in difference to
the beauty of the surroundings.

My brothers and I would roam the forest during the days, fighting,
running, exploring. During one of our explorations we found a small
hill with a large boulder at its base. It wasn't too hard to climb and
it overlooked an amazing view of the city in the distance and even all
the way out to the northern sea...

[He pauses and takes a drag.]

Dag: Like I said before, we were very competitive. And my older
brother, his name is Per, decided that this hill was to be his and his
alone. Now... that didn't sit right with me. My younger brother
Fredrik didn't like it much either but he was always smarter than I.
He left it alone, decided there were other hills, other places to see.

[Dag grins.]

Dag: But I liked this hill, you see? And I disliked the implication
put forth by Per's declaration and the implied threat that went along.

[He takes a drag.]

Dag: So I fought my brother. I fought him and I got beat up good. He
ejected me from his hill and I was the loser that night... and for
many nights longer. He held the hill for ten days and by then both my
eyes were black, both lips swollen. I was a wreck. I knew it was
futile continuing this way, but then I was never one for giving
anything up, let alone anybody. He was my challenge and had been my
challenge my entire childhood leading up to this.

So I came up with a plan.

The eleventh day I went back to that hill again. Found Per there of
course. He laughed when he saw me. He was eating an apple and threw it
down at me.

"Come back for more, have you?", he said.

[Dag moves his cigarette holding hand back and forth in exclamation
with his words.]

I responded, "You only have this hill because you are older and your
fists are bigger. You are no better than me. In fact, you could not
even defeat me without those fists!"

I had him. He quickly countered, "I could hurt you in any way. I could
kick you to death. I could stomp your face in. I could throw you from
this hill."

And I said, "You could throw me from this hill? I would like to see
that."

"Then come up and see, brother," he replied.

I knew he would not turn down my proposal now, so I went out and said
it, "I challenge you to a wrestling match."

Cameraman: You challenged your brother to a wrestling match?

[Dag nods, taking back a drag.]

Dag: And without hesitation, almost boastfully he accepted. Now this
wasn't guaranteeing me success, but it was my best chance yet. I
wouldn't be hit in the face repeatedly and knowing that gave me
renewed energy.

So we rolled and scrapped and wrestled for two hours straight. He had
me down for long periods of time. He had me hurt. He had me wanting to
quit but I didn't quit. I eventually got the top position and he was
breathing heavily, exhausted. I took his arm and I twisted it behind
his back, yanking it up higher and higher. I didn't know what I was
doing. I was just trying to twist his arm until he gave up. I held him
in that position for a minute, applying more and more pressure, and
finally...

He gave up.

Cameraman: So you finally defeated him?

[Dag smiles.]

Dag: Yes. It was the greatest victory in my life to that point, and
maybe still. For that day at least, I was the champion of that hill,
and I was better than my brother. I guess the point of the story is
that I've always been a determined lad and it's served me well. But
what's served me even better is my mind. I would have never defeated
Per if I resorted to his fight.

Cameraman: But you must also have been quite a natural to do so well
against your older brother.

Dag: A natural?

Cameraman: In wrestling.

Dag: Oh, yeah, I suppose.

[He shrugs.]

Dag: I didn't know then that it would become my profession back then
though. I was just looking for some sort of edge.

[He takes a long drag and looks away towards somebody off-camera.]

Cameraman: So... you were a top high school amateur wrestler. How did
you make the transition into professional wrestling?

[Dag turns back as he takes the cigarette from his lips.]

Dag: Well, at first I didn't have being a professional in my mind at
all. I wanted to compete in the Olympics for Norway. But that
unfortunately didn't happen. I wasn't able to make the team.

Cameraman: And why do you think that was the case?

[A wry smile.]

Dag: Maybe I wasn't good enough. Maybe I was overlooked. It's probably
the former. I don't like to make excuses.

Cameraman: And it was after this that you decided to become a
professional?

Dag: Well, I took a few months to think things over. I was naturally
upset after missing the cut. But in that time I saw that lots of
amateur wrestlers from other countries often would make the transition
to professional wrestling. This is especially the case in the States.
I started watching. I began to learn. And I started enjoying myself.

Cameraman: This is the first time you saw professional wrestling for
the first time, when you were eighteen?

Dag: I knew what it was and I had seen it before then but only very
little. So yes it was just three years ago that I began watching, and
it was just three months after that I became a professional.

Cameraman: That quick.

Dag: I left home for England and signed up at the first school I could
find. And that was that... a pro soon after.

[The tall Norwegian takes a long drag before throwing the cigarette on
the ground.]

Cameraman: And how were your first months as a pro?

Dag: Hard. Encountered all sorts of problems. Lost too much. Got down
on myself. This happened for the first year or so.

Cameraman: And what was the turning point?

Dag: Tough to say... I think I just worked harder than the next guy
over the long haul. Put in more hours. Analyzed my weaknesses and
tried to take them out of my game. Eventually somewhere towards the
middle of my second year I started winning more.

Cameraman: You made a name for yourself on the London scene with your
um... how do I say it... "retro" style. Can you tell me a little about
that?

[Dag smiles at the word "retro".]

Dag: I suppose you could call it that. I consider it closer to amateur
wrestling than most styles. I should come up with a name for it. But I
suppose it is a little different in todays wrestling landscape and
that's probably why some fans caught on.

Cameraman: Interesting... uh... tell us how you came to wrestle in
Germany and Australia.

Dag: Jim Arl saw me wrestling in London in front of about a hundred
people. He offered me a spot on his traveling wrestling show and that
was that.

Cameraman: And how did you enjoy this opportunity?

Dag: It was brilliant. I made lots of new friends and hopefully a few
fans. If there are any German or Australian fans watching, thank you
for your hospitality, you were terrific!

And a special thanks to Bruno... your mothers Bockwürste was
breathtaking!

[The cameraman chuckles.]

Cameraman: And now finally talk about your future in wrestling now
that you have signed with Phoenix Valley Wrestling, one of the top
promotions in America...

[Dag nods thoughtfully.]

Dag: A massive opportunity. What more can I say?

[He thinks.]

Dag: I would have never have thought of such things as a boy:
traveling to America, competing against famous athletes, showcasing
my talents on the biggest stage. These things are all coming to me
right now and it is overwhelming in a way but also exciting.

There are many top wrestlers there... guys like Doc Holliday, William
Craven, Rick Marley and Rob Cole. Hopefully I will learn much from
watching them and perhaps getting the opportunity to compete against
them.

[His eyebrow raises as a thought comes to mind.]

Dag: Hey, maybe they would even be willing to give me a few tips. That
would be brilliant!

[The cameraman laughs.]

Cameraman: Well Dag, it has been nice hearing from you Dag. Thank you
for taking the time to talk to wrestling tube.

Dag: My pleasure.

Cameraman: Ehm... any last words you would like to say to our viewing
audience? Perhaps there are a few PVW fans out there as well that
would like some words.

Dag: Sure...

[He scratches his chin, his eyes gazing up in thoughtful ponder. He
looks straight back at the camera... at you.]

Dag: Err... I must once again thank all of my fans throughout the
world for helping me get to this point. Now it is time for me to take
the next step.

[He pauses.]

Dag: Phoenix Valley Wrestling... I come to showcase myself in the land
of opportunity, the land of ultimate competition. It could go either
way for me I will admit. I could end up a success or some bad joke.
But regardless of what happens I will give it my best shot, I assure
you of that.

[He smiles personably.]

Dag: And to the fans in America, I look forward to meeting you! May we
have many drinks together over the years!

[He nods curtly before looking at the cameraman behind.]

Cameraman: Thank you very much, Dag. Enjoy your movie tonight.

[The sounds cut as Dag says something in response. The last shot is of
Dag being half seen as he shakes hands with the cameraman. Black.]

JM: Another hot addition to the PVW roster as SSN continues to force
feed the PVW across the globe in their global surge.

AC: Hey why not ... It's not like there is anything better out there
for those non-Americans to watch.  I mean whats on the BBC these days?

JM: It will be interesting to see if Dag can make as much as an impact
as Hersher von Donkerhardt has.

AC: Highly doubtful.

JM: Only time will tell, but for now we continue to roll as we have a
busy night scheduled ahead with us with two championship matches still
to come.

[We cut to the ring and "Big Bull" Tanaka and Ken Kitamura are already
inside the ring.]

JM: The world renown tag team the Bushi Boys await the biggest
challenge in their young PVW career.

AC: How would you like to be the new kids on the block and looking
across the ring at a hungry Prophets of Rage?

JM: The Prophets have sent more men packing then anyone from the PVW.
The Bushi Boys could be their next victims.

AC: Could be one of the shortest stays in PVW history.  How much does
two plane tickets cost from Memphis to Japan?

HD: And their opponents ... Weighing in at a combined weight of 573
pounds.

Derek and Shadoe Rage ...

The Prophets of Rage !!!

[The houselights go down to be replaced by purple spotlights. Smoke
fills the arena and the broad, slow, deep, gloomy notes of Chopin's
"Death March" suck the joy out of the arena. The curtains part and out
sweeps the Angel of Death, Shadoe Rage. In sharp contrast to the
dirge, Rage is animated. He wears his sparkling sequined cloak. He
throws out his arms, flourishing to the dirge's heavy beat. Derek Rage
is the next to emerge from the curtains. He wears a boxer's robe with
the hood up over his head.  He looks like a giant Grim Reaper.  With
slow deliberate steps he marches towards the ring.  His face betrays
no expression.

Shadoe Rage comes to the ring. He pulls of his sunglasses and hands
them to a child at ringside. His eyes burn with an almost inhuman
fever. From the floor he springs up the ring steps and leaps over the
top rope. He spins and flourishes in the ring to the time of the music
before he whips off the cape. He leans over the ropes, pointing at the
child he gave his glasses. "The violence tonight is all because of
you!" he screams.]

JM: The Bushi Boys are a very fluent team their moves are direct and
to the point.  Not many mishaps happen with these two.

AC: You learned that in their one match here in PVW?

JM: The Bushi Boys are a well traveled tag team.  And the PVW provides
an extensive tape library.  Announcers have to do their prep work.

AC: We do?



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                  01.25.10 Damage Control
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                     Tag Team Action:
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              Prophets of Rage v. Bushi Boys
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*DING!* *DING!* *DING!*


JM: And we have the bell and Shadoe Rage is starting things off with
Ken Kitamura.  The two smaller men of the teams.

AC: Yeah but Big Bull is "small" compared to Derek Rage.

JM: That's an understatement.  Now that Semi is gone there isn't many
men in the tag team ranks that stands close to Derek Rage's size.

AC: Well depends ... The Gutch is quite a big boy.

JM: And we can't count out Dr. Mal Practice.  However they both are
considered smaller then Derek Rage.

[Shadoe Rage and Ken Kitamura lock up and Kitamura around with a waist
lock.  Shadoe Rage tosses back an elbow ... another stiff elbow ... a
third a fourth a fifth!  Shadoe Rage hits the ropes and swinging
neckbreaker!  Shadoe Rage back to his feet and he means business.]

JM: Wait Derek Rage is pointing the crowd.

AC: Maybe a hot super model is flirting with him.  It wouldn't be the
first time.  The chicks love big Derek.

[Max Weinrib and Sal Mubarak have made their way to the second row and
sitting down by dozens of cheering fans.]

JM: Looks like Weinrib and Mubarak have made their way down for a
close watch on the Prophets.

AC: The Prophets didn't mess with these clowns earlier when they were
in the ring.

[Kitamura now back on his feet.  Shadoe Rage challenges Ken Kitamura
to a test of strength and he accepts, locking one of his hands with
Rage's, but Shadoe then asks for a break, confusing his opponent.
Shadoe Rage walks over to the ropes where Derek Rage as the two begin
discussing something.]

JM: What is this?  Mind games by the veterans?

AC: Derek Rage can't be beaten in a test of strength.  He is just
talking over strategy with his brother.

[Rage brushes his hands off on his tights, insulting Kitamura, then
challenges him to lock up in a collar-elbow tie-up. The two lock up
which Kitamura turns into a quick double arm wrench that flips Shadoe
Rage over onto the mat, and then follows it up with an elbow drop onto
the extended arm.]

JM: Whoa ... Ken Kitamura showing some skills of his own out there!

AC: Beginners luck Jay-M.

JM: Weinrib and Mubarak seem to like it.  The two men clap rooting on
the Bushi Boys.

AC: They would the racist's!

[Kitamura pulls Shadoe up by his arm, then wrenches his arm again
before whipping him into the corner. Ken Kitamura charges and leaps
into the air for a big avalanche splash but Shadoe Rage puts both
knees up and Kitamura dives right into them.  The Bushi Boy staggers
back into the middle of the ring while Shadoe staggers over towards
the ropes in the direction of his brother. Kitamura charges at his
opponent to cut him off, leading to Shadoe Rage going to hit the
charging opponent with a Japanese arm drag but Kitamura's feet
ricochet off the top rope and land back on the mat, then hits Shadoe
Rage with a Japanese arm drag of his own.]

*COUNTER POP!*

JM: You can't beat the Bushi Boys in a Japanese Arm Drag contest!

[Kitamura charges and plows Shadoe Rage down with a clothesline, then
tags out to Big Bull Tanaka. The Bushi Boys pull Shadoe Rage up and
hit him with a double release back drop, dropping the smaller Rage
right on his face.  Big Bull makes the cover!]


ONE ...


TWO ...


JM: Shadoe Rage with a strong kick out.

AC: What are those goof balls doing over there?

[They are holding up "8" signs like an Olympic judge cheering on the
Bushi Boys.  Big Bull is back on his feet, but turns around to eat a
charging mafia kick by Derek Rage.  The referee is quickly there to
push the bigger Rage brother back to his corner, but the damage has
already been done.]

AC: And that's why they are one of the best in the world.  When one of
them gets in trouble the other is right there ready to bail the other
one out.

JM: You mean cheat?

[Shadoe Rage gets up and starts dishing out clubbing blows to the back
of Tanaka as he tries to pull himself up. Shadoe Rage whips Tanaka off
the ropes, then shakes his arm off from the abuse it suffered a little
earlier. Rage takes Tanaka to the mat with a basic drop toe hold, then
floats into a front facelock, dragging Tanaka towards the wrong
corner. Shadoe Rage tags out to his brother Derek who enters and
breaks the hold with a double axe handle to the mid-back.]

AC: The big beast is in.

JM: Ha and look at Weinrib and Mubarak they hold up a "3".

AC: Very mature guys!

JM: I think it's funny.

AC: They won't be laughing when the Prophets drag them inside the ring
and treat them like the Bushi Boys.

[Derek Rage pulls Tanaka up and gives him a big dropping neckbreaker,
only to pull him back up and spike him with a brainbuster. Derek Rage
ignoring the new signs lifted up by Weinrib and Mubarak [Only fives]
makes the cover.]


ONE ...


TWO ...


JM: No! Kitamura breaks it up as he dives onto the pin and unleashes a
barrage of right hands on Derek Rage.

AC: Bad move Ken.

[Derek Rage no sells the blows and emerges to his feet. He grabs
Kitamura with both big hands, but Kitamura with a flash is out of the
grasp and hits the ropes and a big CHOP BLOCK that stuns the big Rage
brother.  Kitamura hits the ropes again, but this time eats a diving
clothesline off the top ropes from Shadoe Rage.]

*BOOOOOOO!*

JM: Hey that got a four rating.

AC: You still paying attention to those clowns?

[Tanaka is now up and he hits Derek Rage with a quick snap kick.  He
then lifts the seven footer up and sends him down with a body slam.
Tanaka is now calling for The Bull-Rush!]

JM: This could signal a huge upset here in the PVW tag division.

[Tanaka lifts Derek Rage over one shoulder and begins to rush him back
HARD towards the turnbuckles ... Near the last second Derek Rage
slides out and Tanaka stops before hitting the turnbuckles empty
handed and turns ... Kick to the stomach and sets him up for an
unexpected powerbomb ... but turns it into an overhead toss and
clothesline on the top rope! Camera catches a disagreement in the
stands Sal holds up a 9.4 while Max shows a 3.2 ...]

AC:  Typical.  Screwed over by the Russian Judge again.

JM: Tanaka seems to be in some trouble here as Derek has retagged
Shadoe Rage.

[Derek Rage relifts a dazed Tanaka and lifts him into a powerbomb but
this time has the help and aid of a Shadoe Rage who is on the top
ropes and lifts down using his force and momentum to add a spiking
like effect ...]


"___THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"


AC: I'd like to see what you judge that?

JM: The Prophets making a huge comeback statement in the PVW tag
division.


ONE ...


TWO ...


THREE!!!


AC: And that's all she wrote folks.

[The Prophets stand raising their arms as Ken Kitamura checks over his
fallen partner.  The two former PVW tag team champions make a motion
around their waist's as if it was statement time.  They are back and
looking for what is theirs. Max and Sal stand up and the two teams
have a stare down.]

JM: Looks like there are some hard feelings starting to develop
between these two teams.

AC: Not exactly a team you want to try and push around Weinrib and
Mubarak.

JM: The Prophets are notorious for sending teams to the injury shelf.
However Weinrib and Mubarak have been making a statement since their
arrival.  This could be a feud to watch in the
PVW.

AC: I will enjoy watching them break the Prophets bodies slowly.

JM: PVW does have the hottest tag division in pro wrestling.  However
with Blood Bowl just around the corner we have a message from the man
who won the first and only PVW Blood Bowl.  The former champ ...

[A familiar face, one you love to hate oh so much, appears in the shot
before you. the camera pans back and the head becomes a neck and
torso.]

"Maybe you're asking yourself right about now, where have I been?
Maybe you don't care, but I doubt that very highly."

[A chuckle. Pulling back a little further, Chase Williams is seated on
the edge of a carved Oak desk. He runs a hand through his long blonde
hair, pushing a few hanging strands from in front of his face as he
continues.]

"Maybe some of you prayed to whatever god you worship that _this_
time, I wouldn't come back. And maybe some of you even prayed for my
return, to put an end to the absolute _garbage_ that Phoenix Valley
Wrestling attempts to pass off as anything more than a pathetic soap
opera."

[A long sigh, followed by a disgusted shake of his head.]

'I'm disgusted, quite frankly, as I've watched the place _I_ made
relevant, sink to depths that I could never imagine. Rick Marley has
made a [beeping] farce of his run at the championship that Rob Cole
further disgraces with his every worthless breathe.

[A smirk.]

"I mean Rick, c'mon buddy. I had hopes that maybe, just _maybe_ your
balls would finally drop when you lucked out in that spotfest and
found your way to the front of the line."

[He claps in a _very_ mocking fashion. An eyebrow is raised.]

"And never one to disappoint you proved yourself worth less than a
used tampon. You showed your true colors all right. Instead of manning
up to that sniveling little punk Cole, you brought the entire squad of
cheerleaders, and you tough guys beat him down what? Five on one?
Cole? The crying sniveling shell of a man that I have single handedly
left in a broken heap _three_ times? And you even kidnapped his
wife..."

[His eyes get wide, impressed. But seriously.]

"Thats real original. You wanna be special? Go dig up his dead grandma
and do unspeakable things to her. That would at least be something
beyond the cliched drivel you've subjected Cole to, and by extension,
the rest of us as well. Its pathetic Rick, and your smoke and mirrors
act will only serve you for so long. You will get exposed sooner or
later for the chicken[beep] you are, even if the stars align and by
some stroke of luck you beat Cole."

[Pause.]

"But I digress. It would seem I have my own pious punk to deal with.
I've heard every silly word that spilled out of Chris Hartts mouth for
the last couple shows, and I'll tell you, if you're having trouble
sleeping, just throw one one of this self righteous clowns interviews
and you will be catching Zees within seconds."

[He winks at the camera.]

"Chris, Chris, Chris... You just don't get it do you? People like you,
and Caleb Foley, you guys are never gonna understand how the world
works. You can puff up all you want Chris, yell as loud as you want,
get all red-faced, pace and preach against me at the top of your
lungs. In the end it amounts to a whole lot of _nothing_."

[He stands of the corner of the desk and crosses his arms.]

"You can crusade to the [beeping] moon and back alter boy. Its not
gonna change the fact that I am going to torture you when you step in
the ring with me. Maybe you're right... Maybe I'm not the Hand of God?
For what god would allow the suffering I am about to bring down on
your head? The simple truth is, I never needed god. People look to
gods to save them... From me..."

[he crosses his arms over his chest.]

"You saw what God allowed to happen to Foley, Cole, Ryder, and
Gionet... What makes you think you'll be the one that he saves? God
has no bearing in the decisions I make, and that is what separates me
from people like you. I'll go to any depths to see you suffer. you
don't even want to know where I will go to make sure you're never the
same."

[Beat.]

"Then I'll break your [beeping] arm. Keep yapping churchy. You name
the time, place, and whatever kinda match you want and I'll add you to
the list.

[Fade]

AC: Look at there ... _Somebody_ woke Chase Williams up.  That is a
very dangerous thing to do.

JM: Just in time for Blood Bowl II.  Could it be timed with the
remerging of the former champion?

AC: Why not Chase Williams has won some very big matches inside the
PVW.  He has had his ups and downs the last year, but with his
connection now with the good old Reverend it appears the new Hand of
God is going to crush the PVW.

JM: We have seen it before.  It's very possible it could happen again.
Speaking of remerging ...  Tracy Hudson made his return to the ring at
Shattered Dreams and it hasn't gone the way a lot of people assumed it
would.  The one time champion was expected to enter the PVW and do
huge things right off the back.

AC: A lot of people expect to do that in the PVW, but with a roster
like this it doesn't always happen.

JM: No arguments there Coop.  However tonight he takes on another
veteran and former World champion in this industry ... Adrain Tanner.

AC: Speaking of a guy who entered the PVW with tons of hype and
promise ... This guy flamed out about as quickly as we have seen.

JM: A win for either man could rebound a rocky start.

[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. Then. the
arena goes dark as the opening scratchy sample at the beginning of
"Rape This Day" by Tomahawk. The screen display begins to flicker and
strobe  Hudson's name in between clips from past matches, mostly in
WWO with folks  like Johnny Detson, Dark Soul, and Apex.]

#You're the only one I ever told#

#That I will rape this day#

[At this, red searchlights highlight the entryway, where Hudson can be
seen standing in a determined stance, his eyes cast not toward the
ring or to the crowd, but down to the floor in front of his feet. He
slowly strides toward the ring as the song continues:]

#Got a barking dog#

#And a smile to tell#

#And I will hate this day#

[As he makes his way ringside, one can see his hands and arms
violently trembling. His head begins to slowly turn upward, though his
gaze his still cast earthward.]

#Sporting the name brands#

#Clothes make the man#

#And I will rape this day#

[Suddenly, Hudson stops in his tracks. He finally lifts his head to
the ring where those watching notice a huge smirk creeping on his
face. Clearly this is a man who knows exactly what is going to happen
once the bell rings. And he most certainly looks forward to it.]

#Guess a heart won't break#

#That ain't pumping kool-aid...#

[And then, the guitars and instruments begin to crash in time with the
singer's voice and Hudson is OFF. He sprints toward the ring and does
a headfirst slide under the bottom rope, propelling him to the center
of the ring. As this happens, the ring is flooded with red strobes
that flash and pulse in time with the song's now frenetic beat. Hudson
begins to slow down his pace as he moves quickly about the ring,
sizing up the crowd, the referee and of course, his opponent.]

#I got a fighting chance#

#You know you promised me the last dance#

#A micro naught in time#

#This fat twenty-four is all mine#

#Nothin' but moans and blood#

#And so my blood counts my loss#

#You cannot eat just one#

#A diaphragm revelation#

[Hudson then focuses his attention on his opponent solely, nodding his
head in a cocksure greeting as his smirk grows ever wide.]

#Just want to get some disease#

#And get your stampin' heart the hell outta here#

#I'm gonna rape this day#


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              Adrian Tanner v. Tracy Hudson
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*DING!* *DING!* *DING!*



JM: We've got two newcomers on our hands, two guys with dynamism and
exciting move sets, how do you see this one going, Coop?

AC: It's not about how exciting your moves are, Josh, it's about how
effective they are. Hudson has a decade of experience over that Tanner
kid. I think it'll show through tonight.

JM: Maybe so, Coop, but the Arizona Assassin knows exactly what it
takes to win some gold. It's no wonder he's made his way to PVW,
considering he started so young and managed to win so many
championships in such a short amount of time.

AC: So you're basically shilling him as some sort of prodigy, is that
it?

JM: I guess so.

AC: Bear in mind, Josh, that if anyone knows anything about being a
prodigy, it's Tracy Hudson.

JM: We'll find out soon. The bell has rung, and our two pugilists are
circling each other.

[The two men size each other up, looking for openings but not finding
any until they finally opt for a lock-up. In moments, Hudson grabs the
advantage with a sneaky knee to his opponent's gut, then propels him
towards the ropes. Tanner bounces back and Hudson reaches out and over
with an arm drag... but Tanner rotates three sixty degrees and lands
on his feet! And when Hudson rises, he gets a dropkick to the chin!]

JM: Tanner quick to take control, here!

[Adrian lands a few stiff shots then runs the ropes, charging at a
groggy Hudson with a running knee strike. He grabs his opponent and
brings him crashing to the mat with a belly to back suplex!]

"___THUUUUUUUD___"

[And just as the Arizona Assassin is about to drop a knee to his foe's
back...]

JM: Hudson rolls out of the ring...

AC: Wise move there. Take a breather and formulate a game plan while
simultaneously stopping Tanner's momentum.

JM: Maybe your veteran is overwhelmed?

AC: Tanner's a little punk kid.

JM: He's barely younger than you are.

AC: Age is a state of mind. I have more emotional maturity.

JM: I'll bet you do.

AC: Emotional maturity helps me detect subtle nuances, like sarcasm.

JM: Hudson has asked the official to keep Adrian well away from the
ropes, and he's back in the ring.

[We're back at the beginning, it seems, with both men circling each
other, looking for any opportunity they can seize before moving in
with a lock-up. Again, Hudson tries to sneak a knee to the Assassin's
gut, but Tanner uses his opponent's motion against him, turning him
around and countering with...]

"___THUUUUUUUD___"

JM: Back Suplex!

[Tanner moves in with a knee of his own, then hooks up Hudson arm and
takes him down with a Hammerlock belly to back suplex!]

"___WHAAAM!___"

[Wasting no time, Tanner bounces off the ropes again and, just as
Hudson is getting back to his feet, vaults overhead to land a picture
perfect flipping neckbreaker!]

"___THUUUUUUUD___"

[But when Adrian aims to drop an elbow, he halts himself just in time
to avoid a narrow miss as Hudson rolled out of the ring again, trying
to collect his wits. Hudson seems displeased as he circles the ring,
which is when Tanner vaults over the top rope and straight on top of
him!]

JM: WOW!

AC: Hudson got predictable. Tanner may be ugly, but he's smarter than
he looks.

JM: What air time! These fans are loving it, Coop!

AC: Memphis fans are easily impressed.

JM: That, or they know their wrestling.

AC: I'm leaning towards lack of education, myself.

[Things not starting so well for Hudson and, from ringside, Tanner
resumes his offense. He pulls up Tracy and whips him towards the
ring... but "the Prodigy" counters, and Adrian ends up bring thrown
cranium first on the ring post!]

"___CLOOONNG!___"

JM: Right on the head.

AC: Good thing the kid absorbed the shock with the softest part of his
body, there.

[Hudson takes the time to recuperate, but also makes sure to break the
referee's count before stomping on his victim. The Memphis fans didn't
quite know what to make of Tracy Hudson, at first, but now they're
more decisively siding with Tanner, who is pulled up only to get
propelled face-first into the ring steps with a short-arm drop toe
hold.]

"___CLAAANNG!___"

[Hudson shoves his opponent into the ring before waking his way in by
ascending step after step with supreme arrogance - in no way is it a
preposterously arrogant strut, but it's there, in his eyes, in his
demeanor. But Hudson doesn't simply walk in, he climbs to the top
turnbuckle to nearly behead his groggy opponent with a Flying
Clothesline from the top rope!]

AC: You see where experience comes in, Josh. Tracy's controlling this
match, now.

JM: Hudson with a lateral press...

ONE ...

TWO ...

JM: But Tanner kicks out! Might've been to early for a pin attempt,
here.

AC: Not always, Josh. All it takes is one knock-out blow, just one.
It's always the last move of the match, but it has also been the first
before. I've seen it happen.

[Hudson picks up Tanner and, in one smooth motion, slams him to the
mat with a scoop slam.]

"___THUUUUUD___"

[Then he steps out through the ropes and slingshots over the top rope
rope and lands with a crushing leg drop! But even after this, Tanner
still gets up to his feet, rubbing his throat. Hudson clutches him by
the next and flips him over and down with a snapmare. In a flash, a
chinlock is applied.]

AC: If Tanner isn't going down easy, then Hudson has to sap some
strength away.

JM: Apparently, the "Arizona Assassin" has enough left in the tank
because he's fighting this!

[Tanner's fighting it indeed, never giving Hudson the chance to fully
lock in the chinlock. He powers to his knees, then to his feet... and
Tracy twists around, holding on to Adrian's neck, and jumps...]

"___THUUUUUUUD___"

JM: Neckbreaker.

AC: You don't see it as often, nowadays. All these fans want to see
now is that beckbreaker. But without the neckbreaker, there wouldn't
be any beckbreaker. Remember that, folks.

JM: And without jazz, there would be no rock and roll, we know, Coop.

[Hudson hones in, stomping on his foe, then bounces off the ropes to
give added mustard to the whack his enzuigiri does to the back of
Tanner's melon.]

"___WHAAACK___"

AC: And a kick to the back of the head.

JM: It's called and enzuigiri, Coop.

AC: We're in Missouri, Josh, so you gotta stick to small words.

["The Prodigy" steps in, grabs Tanner by the head and smashes it into
the mat with a face buster just as he was getting back to his feet. He
drops an elbow on his fallen foe and, as both men rise, applies an
abdominal stretch.]

JM: Trying to sap away more energy, I assume?

AC: When a man lacks energy and strength, he can't protect himself as
well and can't prevent a knock-out blow.

JM: And, so far, it seems as though Adrian Tanner Jr. simply refuses
to stay down for any length of time. Still seems to have a lot left in
the tank and... speaking of which....

[Tanner had been fighting Hudson's hold, but only now is he making
headway. With one strong burst of energy, he manages to pick up Hudson
on his shoulders and improvise a kind of fallaway slam counter.]

"___THUUUUUD___"

[Not the prettiest, but it works. Both men bolt to their feet and when
Hudson charges at Tanner, Adrien drop toe holds him face first into
the turnbuckles. And with Tracy hugging the ring corner, Tanner points
to the Memphis fans, then to his opponent... runs towards him, jumps,
and lands with both knees firmly planted in the turnbuckles!]

JM: Hudson moved out of the way!

AC: Experience, Josh. You can't buy experience, only the years can
give you that.

[Hudson kicks Tanner into the corner, then takes a running and crushes
him with a corner body press. And when Tanner stumbles out, Hudson
greets him with open arms... so he can apply a waistlock and slam him
hard with a spine bomb!]

"___THUUUUUUUD___"

JM: Hudson with another cover...

ONE ...

TWO ...

[But Tanner had slipped his foot on the nearby rope, and it did not go
unnoticed by the referee. Hudson gets up and, eying the prone leg,
stomps on the Arizona Assassin's exposed inner thigh. He hoists up
Tanner, hooks his leg with his own and...]

"___THUUUUUUUD___"

JM: Russian Leg Sweep!

AC: Ain't no better Russian Leg Sweep in this sport than Hudson's.

[With Tanner flattened in the middle of the ring, Hudson runs and
springboards off the ropes with...]

JM: HUDSON SPECIAL!

"___THUUUUUUUD___"

AC: We know it as a springboard corkscrew moonsault, Josh, but
Missouri knows this as "the end of the match."

JM: These fans know a moonsault as well as anyone, Coop!

AC: In any case, that one's a closer. Tanner brought an impressive
resume to the ring with him, but when it got time to dance with the
big boys of PVW, he came up short.

JM: Lateral press, now...

ONE ...

AC: Maybe Tanner's got potential, I'll give you that.

TWO ...

AC: But he ain't got what it takes to compete in PVW.

THR...

JM: TANNER KICKS OUT! He kicks out!

AC: Hudson's as stunned as I am!

JM: Still lots of fight left in Tanner, Coop, lots of it!

AC: Kicking out was impressive and all, but don't go overestimating
that kid again, Josh.

[Hudson pulls up Tanner and puts him in a front facelock and Tracy
looks about him with the knowledge this one will truly be the last
nail of Adrian's coffin. "The Prodigy" hoists up Tanner vertically
over his shoulders, as with a delayed suplex... but knowledgeable fans
can tell what's coming.]

AC: Now it's over. The Prodigy Driver is that go to move that never
fails, Josh.

JM: But Tanner's fighting it! He's fighting it... kicking the air
and...

"___THUUUUUUUD___"

JM: ... countered with an inverted facelock DDT! And both men are
down, and slow to get up!

[They're slow, but they do get up, Hudson with a slight advantage. He
charges at Tanner but the Tucson native just grabs him, twirls him in
the air and crushes Tracy's back on his knee with a devastating tilt-
a- whirl backbreaker. With the fan's support, Tanner seems to be
regaining his form. Hudson comes in with another charge, but Tanner
drop toe holds him into a second rope guillotine. He then baseball
slides out and yanks on Hudson's head from ringside making him
spring/choke back into the ring! Adrian hops back up to the apron,
signals to the Memphis fans, hops up to the top rope and springboards
at Tracy with a hurricanrana! As the flop to the other side of the
ring, Tanner keeps ahold of Hudson's head and slides under the
bottom rope to deliver a devastating spinning DDT!]

JM: Tanner calls that the "Attitude Adjustment!"

AC: It's "Attitude."

JM: No, no, I said it right. It's "Attitude."

AC: Ah. Well good for Adrain, then.

JM: It's "Adrian."

AC: No, no, I said it right.

[Amazingly enough, it looks like Tracy may be able to get back up
after that one, so Tanner preemptively pulls him up and whips him
parallel to the ring and straight into the ringside barricades! Adrian
walks towards Hudson, slapping the extended hands of fans along the
way and, reaching his foe, applies a half-nelson before taking him
down the hard way with a half- nelson slam.]

"___THUUUUUUUD___"

[Tanner rolls back in to break the count, but afterwards, he remains
on the apron. He sizes up Hudson, who's still down on the floor, then
sprints along the apron before launching himself through the air like
a vaulting rocket, landing a spectacular running shooting star press
right on top of Hudson!]

JM: "Hi mom!"

AC: Be a pro, Josh. Keep your shout outs to yourself.

JM: Listen to those fans! They're loving this!

AC: By the sound of 'em, you'd think it's raining bacon.

JM: Come on, Coop. That was awesome.

AC: It was alright, I guess.

JM: Just admit it was awesome.

AC: Well, as you can see on the replay, Josh, Tanner doesn't maintain
perfect form during his rotations. He bends his knees too much, it
looks sloppy and the judges will mark off points for that.

JM: It. Was. Awesome.

AC: Fine, fine, it was awesome, whatever...

[Once back to his feet, Adrian pulls his opponent up and rolls him
back into the ring, then climbs up to the apron himself. He firmly
grabs the ropes, hops up and springboards over into the ring, landing
on Hudson with a senton! He turns around, hooks the leg and goes for
the pin!]

JM: Could be over, here!

ONE ...

TWO ...

THR-

JM: Hudson kicks out, barely!

[Undeterred, Tanner picks up his opponent over his shoulders in a
fireman's carry, then drops him on his knee with a gutbuster, but
instantly grabs Hudson before he can completely fall to the mat. In a
flash, he has "The Prodigy" trapped in a double underhook, lifts up
his foe and drops him down face-first into his bent knee. And once
more, Tracy doesn't even get the chance of crumpling down before
Tanner has him in a front facelock, twisting around to land a quick
swinging neckbreaker!]

"___THUUUUUUUD___"

JM: Things definitely not looking good for Hudson, here...

AC: Just a little bit of ring-rust, which can happen after a short
hiatus away from the ring.

JM: I'm not sure seven years is a short hiatus, Coop. Tanner's on fire
and he's too hot to handle, right now! On with the lateral press
again...

ONE! ...

...

TWO! ...

...

...

THR-

JM: Shoulder up!

[Tanner still has a lot of tricks left up his sleeve, though. He lifts
Hudson up in a sitting position and vaults over with a flipping neck
snap! He rolls up, bounces off the ropes and comes driving back with
baseball slide dropkick. Wasting no time, Tanner clutches Hudson's arm
and wraps it around his foe, then, pick him up from behind to sent him
up and over with a straightjacket suplex!]

"___THUUUUUUUD___"

[Tanner signals for the "the Revolver" and fans in the know go wild!]

JM: "The Revolver" is the kind of move you don't get up from, Coop.

[Adrian sets up for his Swinging reverse STO, and, as he reaches
around his opponent's torso, Hudson manages to sneak in a quick thumb
to the eye. And, from there, he only needs to apply a mandibular nerve
hold before picking up Tanner to swing him over with a devastating
ura-nage.]

"___THUUUUUUUD___"

AC: Prodigy Driver Two!

JM: Out of nowhere!

AC: Out of nowhere, Josh, is exactly how you land a knock-out blow!

JM: And Hudon's basically collapsing over Tanner, here...

...

ONE! ...

...

TWO!! ...

...

...

THREE!!!

...

JM: Hudson's a loose cannon, and sometimes, you just can't predict
what he's gonna do.

AC: He lulled Tanner into a false sense of security and went for the
killing blow right when he least expected it.

JM: Tracy Hudson does pick up a win, but you can't claim it was a
dominant showing. When these fans leave, tonight, they'll be talking
about the "Arizona Assassin's" dazzling offense.

AC: But the bottom line is efficiency, Josh. Hudson used his
experience to find a solution to this Tanner conundrum, and in the end
it's the only thing that matters.

[Fade up to the interior of a coffee shop, as busy as one would expect
it to be this time of year with people bundled up in coats waiting in
line to be served.  Others sit at tables reading the newspaper,
chatting, one douchebag in the corner sits typing away on a laptop
writing the 'great American screenplay'.

Seated in the foreground of the shot is one Emily Landis-Fontana,
recent newlywed of PVW's own Perry Fontana.  She's dressed for the
weather, in a heavy blue sweater and a black wool jacket hung on the
back of her chair. Emily appears to be waiting for something... or
someone.]

TL: Thanks again for meeting me.

[Aha, big brother.  Tom Landis steps into the shot, carrying a tray in
his hands with two rather large mugs, a donut and some kind of french
looking pastry.  Emily beams as Tom approaches.]

EL-F: Any time, but especially when you treat me like this.  Just like
the old days when you'd take me out after one of your matches.

[Tom sits down, placing the food on the table.]

TL: Except I don't remember you being so picky with your drinks ten
years ago.  What exactly _IS_ a Guatemala Casi Cielo?

[Emily picks up one of the mugs and takes a tiny sip, the steam rising
off the cup.]

EL-F: Almost heaven, Tom.  Not like your hot chocolate.

TL: [shaking his head] Thanks to Tara, I can't drink any coffee that's
not Tim Horton's anymore.  I don't know what they put in that stuff to
make it so addictive, but I have a hunch it's not legal.

[The siblings sit in silence for a few moments, as Tom takes a bit of
his rather plain looking donut.  Emily eyes her brother, and gets a
quizzical look on her face.]

EL-F: Spill it, Tom.  Why did you ask me to meet you here,
specifically without Perry?

[The older Landis sibling looking pensive, Emily folds her arms across
her chest and stares at him.  Tom sighs.]

TL: You aren't gonna want to hear this, Em...

EL-F: Oh, we're to the point where you're going to tell me I've made a
mistake?  How you know my husband better than I do?

TL: He's arrogant...

EL-F: All wrestlers have to be a little arrogant, you've said so
yourself many times.

TL: He's rude...

EL-F: It's the language barrier.

TL: He's dangerous, Em.  That temper of his may have cost a man his
career.  You look at Perry, and you just see this seething, raging
personality that can turn on you in a heartbeat.

EL-F: In the ring, Tom.  That's the difference.  It's what's made him
successful as a wrestler, that whole killer instinct thingie.  That's
the side of him you see, you don't see what I do when we're together.

TL: Are you sure you're the one who's seeing what you want to, rather
than what is?

[Emily face changes, from mild annoyance to outright anger.]

EL-F: Look, I didn't ask permission to marry Perry because I didn't
need it.  I'm not a little girl anymore, I'm a grown woman.  A grown,
married woman.  And your role as the overprotective older brother is
starting to get stale, Tom.

TL: I'm not doing this out of some misguided, overprotective feeling,
Em.  This guy-

EL-F: Perry.  His name is Perry.

TL: Fine, Perry.  He scares the hell out of me for you.  Intensity is
one thing, I'd even be fine with the guy if he was just an arrogant
jerk. But there's something else going on underneath the surface... I
can't put my finger on it, but it's there.

EL-F: And what does _your_ wife think of your revelation?

TL: [pause] She thinks I'm overreacting.

EL-F: Of course she does.  Because you are.  That's what you do.

TL: Would you just stop and listen for a second?  Just listen?

EL-F: No Tom, I'm sorry but I won't.  You're bringing home your
profession again, and you just don't want to admit that maybe deep
down, Perry's a good guy.  He's never been anything less than a
complete gentleman with me.  Absolutely calm, one hundred percent of
the time.

TL: That's what scares me, Em.  That baseline facade.  No cracks in
the so-called perfect persona... except like what he did with the
Maniac.  I know you didn't watch the footage, but if you saw the look
in his eyes...

[Emily stands up, apparently having had enough.]

EL-F: I've looked into his eyes, thank you.  And you know what I see?
The man of my dreams.  A loving, kind, compassionate man.

[She grabs her coat, and tosses down a crumpled five dollar bill.  Tom
looks at her, pleadingly to stay.]

EL-F: Thanks for the snack.

TL: Em, wait-

EL-F: [sternly] I'll see you later, Tom.

[And as his sister leaves, Tom puts a hand to his forehead, his elbow
resting on the table.]

TL: Dammit.

[Cut back to Morgan and Cooper.]

JM: The Landis and Fontana saga continues to grow deeper.

AC: Tom Landis is such a bitter brother.  He can't handle the early
success that his brother in law, Perry Fontana is having.  He hasn't
been around even a full year and he already has gold around his waist.

JM: Tom Landis has done a lot around the globe.  He also gave Gibson
Hayes a run for his money two PPV's in a row.

AC: And look where they are today.  Fontana is pinning PVW superstars
left and right and when he gets home he pins Tom's younger sister.

JM: Okay now that was uncalled for.  And on that note we are ready for
our next match.

[We cut to ring side and former tag team partners Mike Cox and Scott
Nielsen are already inside the squared circle.]

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                  01.25.10 Damage Control
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                 Scott Nielsen v. Mike Cox
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*DING!* *DING!* *DING!*


[The crowd is on their feet as Scott Nielsen and Mike Cox stand in
their corners looking out over the crowd! Mike Cox begins to clap as
the crowd joins in before the two superstars circle each other in the
middle of the ring and quickly lock up! Mike Cox powers Scott Nielsen
back into the corner with ease as the referre calls for the break,
Mike Cox keeps Scott Nielsen pinned against the corner and slowly
pulls away with the break holding his hands up! Scott Nielsen watches
Mike Cox break cleanly and walks out of the corner, the two begin to
circle each other once more and start shaking hands as the crowd
erupts into cheers!]

JM: A great show of sportsmanship, this will be a clean match the fans
will really enjoy.

AC: Why on earth would they enjoy a clean match? It's the cheating and
the under handed tricks that keep things interesting in a match. The
way I see it we are in for a bore fest.

JM: Can't you look at the glass as half full for a change instead of
half empty?

AC: What glass? There isn't a glass out here, you're losing your mind
Joshua.

JM: I just meant....

AC: I don't care what you meant, but speaking of a glass being half
full why don't we have something to drink out here? We should be given
at least some Sobe to keep our voices fresh. Cheap bastards! Bring us
some Sobe!

[The two men lock up again this time Scott Nielsen slipping around
behind Mike Cox with a rear waist lock, Scott Nielsen tries to take
Mike Cox over but Mike Cox grabs Scott's hands and prys them apart
with relative ease! Mike Cox holds onto Scott's wrist twisting around
with an arm wrencher and quickly drives his elbow into the back of
Nielsen's shoulders, the force of the blow driving Scott Nielsen down
to his knees! Scott Nielsen winces and tries to get back up only to be
driven back down to the mat by another solid elbow to the shoulder!]

JM: Mike Cox taking control early, using his power to get the upper
hand.

AC: Elbow to the shoulder, how nice. Where is the kick to the groin or
the finger to the eye?

JM: Those moves aren't legal in a match.

AC: Ya think? I'm working with a friggin genius over here.

JM: Thanks!

AC: I was joking.

JM: So was I.

[Scott Nielsen found himself pulled back up to his feet and backed
into the corner, Mike Cox keeps the armbar on before sending Scott
Nielsen across the ring and into the opposite corner! Scott Nielsen's
back connects with the turnbuckle solidly as he bounces out and
stumbles forward into a wicked clothesline from Mike Cox that takes
him off his feet! Mike Cox pulls Scott Nielsen back up to his feet
scoops him up into the air before planting him with a body slam! Scott
Nielsen winces, holding his back as Mike Cox pulls him back up to his
feet and body slams him again in the middle of the ring!]

JM: Mike Cox is not letting up, he's staying on his partner and not
giving him an opportunity to get in a bit of offense.

AC: Gee, that sure sounds like the right thing to do to me, why do you
sound so surprised he is doing that?

JM: You're going to give me a hard time during this entire match
aren't you?

AC: I'm telling ya, you are a genius!

[Mike Cox pulls Scott Nielsen up into a seated position and drives a
knee into his spine before pulling back on his head with a chinlock!
Scott Nielsen screams out in pain wincing as Mike Cox pulls back
harder now focusing on his back that he knows can't be one hundred
percent! The referre checks on Scott Nielsen to see if he wants to
give up by Scott Nielsen shakes his head no as Mike Cox pulls back on
his neck more softening it up ... Mike Cox breaks the hold and pulls
Scott Nielsen back up to his feet like a rag doll holding him in his
arms! Mike Cox carries him around the ring and drops down with a
backbreaker, Mike Cox rises back up and drops down with a second
backbreaker before rising back up to his feet and launching Scott
Nielsen back in a ragdoll slam! The momentum sends Scott Nielsen
rolling out of the ring to the floor as the arena errupts and Mike Cox
grins playing up to the crowd!]

JM: This is incredible, Scott Neilsen is being totally dominated this
far.

[Scott Nielsen slowly pulls himself back up using the apron and
holding his lower back! Scott Nielsen rolls into the ring as Mike Cox
waits on him to get back. Scott Nielsen gets back to his feet, Mike
Cox giving him a moment to breathe before starting to circle him
again, Mike Cox steps in for the lock up but catches a boot
to the midsection! Mike Cox doesn't budge at all but is slowed down
long enough for Scott Neilsen to unload with a series of rights to the
jaw knocking Mike Cox back several steps into the ropes! Scott Nielsen
grabs Mike Cox's arm and whips him across the ring into the far ropes
and catches him on the rebound with a dropkick to the face that takes
Mike Cox off his feet and down to the mat! Mike Cox quickly gets right
back up the same time Scott Nielsen does and turns into a single leg
take down as Scott Nielsen quickly drops an elbow down into the leg of
Mike Cox!]

JM: Finally! Scott Neilsen is showing some life and is going on the
offensive.

AC: This match is offensive.

[Scott Nielsen rises back up to his feet and drops another elbow to
the inside of Mike Cox's leg grounding the powerhouse! Scott Nielsen
rises back up to his feet again as Mike Cox gets his other foot up to
Scott Neilsen's chest and shoves him back into the turnbuckle! Scott
Neilsen's back hits square against the pads as he winces in pain, Mike
Cox gets back up as Scott Nielsen shoots forward trying to spear him
to the mat but Mike Cox was able to keep his verticle base and drive a
double axe handle down into the back of Scott Nielsen driving him down
to the mat!]

JM: This is just unreal, Scott Nielsen just can not match the power of
Mike Cox.

AC: Maybe that means this torture will be over soon?

JM: Can't you at least give these men some credit?

AC: I give them both credit, credit for being boring and afraid to
break the rules to win a match.

JM: You're impossible.

AC: Impossibly correct!

[Reaching down Mike Cox grabs a handfull of Scott Neilsen's hair and
pulls him up to his feet, sending him into the ropes Mike Cox catches
Scott Nielsen on the rebound and drives his back into his knee with a
tilt a whirl backbreaker in the middle of the ring quickly covering
him for the pin!]

ONE...

TWO...

T...[SHOULDER UP!]

[Mike Cox doesn't waste anytime as he pulls Scott Nielsen back up to
his feet and hoists him up onto his shoulder, Mike Cox charges at the
corner driving Scott Nielsen back first into the turnbuckles! Mike Cox
spins around and quickly charges all the way across the ring once more
driving Scott Nielsen back first into the corner before turning around
once more and charges forward leaping into the air and planting Scott
Nielsen in the middle of the ring with a powerslam and reaches forward
hooking his leg for the pin!]

ONE...

TWO...

T...[SHOULDER UP!]

JM: Incredible! Scott Nielsen will not stay down, he has to be going
on instinct at this point.

AC: I wonder when his instincts will tell him to fight for his life.
You know, a boot to the groin or a chain wrapped around the fist would
help even the odds!

[Mike Cox pulls Scott Nielsen back up to his feet and backs him into
the ropes laying into him with a solid knife edge chop to the chest!
Mike Cox rears back and delivers a stiff chop to the chest that almost
takes Scott Nielsen off his feet! Mike Cox whips Scott Nielsen into
the ropes and military presses him into the air off the rebound and
holds him there walking around the ring with an incredible show
of power before slaming him down to the mat! Mike Cox leaps into the
air and comes down across the throat of Scott Nielsen with a leg drop
knocking the wind out of him!]

JM: At what point will they stop this match? Mike Cox has been too
much for Scott Nielsen to handle.

[Mike Cox picks Scott Nielsen back up to his feet and sets him up onto
the top turnbuckle, Mike Cox catches Scott Nielsen with a solid right
before heading up top with him! Mike Cox goes all the way up to the
top and pulls Scott Nielsen up looking for a superplex but catches a
shot to the stomach! Mike Cox wasn't expecting it as he hesitates for
a moment letting Scott Nielsen slip in a quick headbutt before shoving
Mike Cox off the top rope! Mike Cox crashes hard on the mat as Scott
Nielsen doesn't hesitate leaping off the top and coming down onto Mike
Cox with the Senton!]

[MEGA FACE POP!]

AC: Stupid! Sure you hurt Mike Cox...a little but Scott Nielsen
probably just broke his own back! Not like that's a bad thing!

[Scott Nielsen's face is racked with pain as he screams out in pain
sitting up after connecting with the move! Scott Nielsen holds his
lower back as Mike Cox slowly begins to get back up trying to shave
off the senton. Scott Nielsen grits his teeth as he starts to get back
up to his feet, he leaps forward catching Mike Cox with a forearm
to the side of the face as he starts to get up knocking him back into
the ropes! Scott Nielsen grabs the arm of Mike Cox and attempts to
whip him across the ring but Mike Cox reverses it sending Scott
Nielsen in, as Scott Nielsen rebounds Mike Cox reaches down and hoists
him into the air looking for a spinebuster but Scott Nielsen hooks his
head and drops all his weight back pulling Mike Cox down with a DDT!]

JM: Scott Nielsen is fighting for only his life at this point. You
have to give him some credit, he never gives up no matter what.

AC: You think he'd give up if I gave him five dollars? Or better yet,
do you think Mike Cox would break a rule if I gave him five dollars?

JM: Why would you do that?

AC: Because this match is boring!

[Mike Cox's head bounces off the canvas as he flips over Scott Nielsen
and lays on the mat holding the back of his neck! Scott Nielsen slowly
got to his knees and crawled over to Mike Cox driving his fist down
into his forehead keeping him dazed before getting back up to his feet
and catching Scott in the midsection with a kneelift! Scott Nielsen
tucked his chin under the jaw of Mike Cox before dropping down to his
knees with a jawbreaker, Mike Cox held his mouth as he stumbled
backwards into the corner, Scott Nielsen took the time to catch his
breath. Scott Nielsen rose back up to his feet as Mike Cox shot out of
the corner looking to closthesline his head off his shoulders but
Scott Nielsen ducked out of the way and reached back grabbing Mike
Cox's head and drops down with a neckbreaker!]

JM: Scott Nielsen is showing everyone just why he is a great wrestler.
His fighting spirit and ring intelligence is a potent combination.

AC: I think a potent combination is big boobs and a nice round ass!

JM: What??

AC: That's just my opinion.

[Scott Nielsen drags Mike Cox back up to his feet and connects with
several rights to the jaw knocking him back into the ropes, Scott
Nielsen drops back a few steps before charging forward and clothesling
Mike Cox over the top rope! Scott Nielsen's momentum carries him over
the top rope with Mike Cox and crashing down to the floor! Scott
Nielsen hits his lower back on the ring apron on the way down and lays
prone holding his lower back, Mike Cox slowly begins to push up to his
hands and knees, he grabs ahold of Scott Nielsen's head and pulls him
back up to his feet and whips him into the railing! Scott Nielsen
winces in pain as his back hits the steel, Mike Cox doesn't let up as
he holds onto his arm again and whips him into the ring apron and then
back into the guardrail causing Scott Nielsen to fall face first to
the ground holding his back in pain!]

JM: Mike Cox is trying to end this right now.

AC: It's about time he showed a little bit of a mean streak. Where's
the chair to the head?

JM: You need to lighten up on the violence, this is a family program.

AC: What? Do you realize how stupid you just sounded? This is a
wrestling show you moron, we promote violence!

JM: We promote competition, not violence.

AC: You look stupid enough to believe that garbage.

[Mike Cox pulls Scott Nielsenback up to his feet and rolls him into
the ring and rolls in after him covering him for the pin!]

ONE...

TWO...

THRRRREEEEEEEE...[SHOUDLER UP!]

[Mike Cox rolls Scott Nielsen onto his stomach and sits on his back
pulling back with a camel clutch! Scott Nielsen winces in pain as Mike
Cox pulls back only to add more pressure as the referre checks to see
if Scott Nielsen wants to give up! Scott Nielsen shakes his head and
shouts out "No!" as Mike Cox drops down on Scott Nielsen's back
driving him into the mat again!]

AC: Oh for the love of god, he counted to three! This match is over!
winner, Mike Cox!

JM: Scott Nielsen got his shoulder up! He's still in this one, Mike
Cox hasn't won it yet.

AC: Who's for violence now? Mike Cox has been whipping Scott Nielsen's
ass all night and if it keeps up Mike Cox is gonna kill the guy. But
if you want to see someone die in the ring well, I'm all for it! Let
the gladiator games begin! I'm giving both of these guys a thumbs down
so send out the tigers!

JM: You're sick!

AC: Thank you!

[Mike Cox stands over Scott Nielsen and looks down at him before
stomping across his lower back and dragging him back up to his feet!
Mike Cox pulls Scott Nielsen back up to his feet and backs him into
the corner catching him with a stiff knife edge across the chest!
Scott Nielsen winces in pain and doubles over as Mike Cox grabs
Scott Nielsen's arm and whips him across the ring into the opposite
corner, Mike Cox charges in at Scott Nielsen but the veteran gets his
feet up into the face of Mike Cox knocking him back a few steps but
Mike Cox remains on his feet! Scott Nielsen slumps into the corner as
Mike Cox charges forward with a second attempt but hits the
turnbuckles chest first as Scott Nielsen rolls out of the way! Mike
Cox stumbles backwards as Scott Nielsen rolls him up with a school
boy!]

ONE...

TWO....

THR...[KICKOUT!]

[Mike Cox gets back up to his feet quickly as Scott Nielsen stumbles
back up only to fall back to the mat, Mike Cox steps in as Scott
Nielsen catches him with a drop toe hold right into the middle
turnbuckle! Mike Cox's face lays on the buckle as he doesn't move,
Scott Nielsen rises back up to his feet and drags Mike Cox back up to
his feet and sets him up on the top rope with his back to the ring!
Scott Nielsen climbs up to the middle turnbuckle and then all the way
up to the top dragging Mike Cox up with him! Mike Cox catches Scott
Nielsen with a back elbow but Scott Nielsen catches Mike Cox across
the side of the face with a straight arm stunning him! Scott Nielsen
takes that last step up to the top and pulls Mike Cox up with him as
the crowd rose up to their feet, Scott Nielsen hoisted Mike Cox up and
backwards with a Super German Suplex off the top!]

[MEGA SPOT FACE POP!]

JM: THAT'S HOW YOU GET BACK INTO THE MATCH!

[Mike Cox lands on his shoulders and ends up going head over heels as
Scott Nielsen's back lands flush on the mat! Scott Nielsen screams out
in pain as he tries to sit up and slowly begins to crawl back towards
Mike Cox as he lays motionless on the mat!]

JM: Mike Cox is out but Scott Nielsen's back is bad, he's not going to
be able to last much longer.

[Scott Nielsen finally is able to make it to Mike Cox and rolls him
over covering him for the pin!]

ONE...

TWO...

THHHHHHHRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEE...[SHOULDER UP!]

[HUGE POP!]

JM: Close call.

AC: Close call my ass. That referee was just making up for blowing the
call last time. Mike Cox should have already been crowned the winner
of this match and if the referee would have called it like it was, I'd
be getting a massage from Ling right now.

JM: Ling?

AC: Yeah Ling, she's my Asian massage therapist. My love you long time
girl.

JM: I see.

[Mike Cox gets his shoulder up off the mat as Scott Nielsen holds his
head in shock that Mike Cox could kick out! Scott Nielsen slowly rises
back up to his feet and drags Mike Cox up with him connecting with a
series of rights that knocks Mike Cox down to one knee! Scott Neilsen
quickly catches Mike Cox with a knee lift to the face knocking him
back down to the mat! Scott Nielsen leaps into the air and comes
down with a fist drop between Mike Cox's eyes before going for the pin
hoping he just hit the knockout blow!]

ONE...

TWO...

TTTTHHHHHRRR..[SHOULDER UP!]

JM: Scott Nielsen is giving it everything he has but just can't put
Mike Cox away.

AC: If this doesn't end soon I'm gonna have to go to ringside with a
chair and beg someone to knock the other guy out with it just so I can
see something entertaining tonight.

[Scott Nielsen pulls Mike Cox back up to his feet and takes him back
over with a snapmare, Scott Nielsen holds Mike Cox's head up making
sure he's seated and quickly clamps a Dragon Sleeper! Mike Cox begins
to struggle trying to get free or find the ropes as Scott Nielsen
leans back on the hold looking for the submission to to make Mike Cox
pass out!]

JM: Smart move, if you can't pin him then make him submit.

AC: I don't think this will work, Mike Cox is so much stronger than
Scott Nielsen that I don't think Scott Nielsen has what it takes to
make Mike Cox submit.

[Scott Nielsen rears back on the Dragon Sleeper as Mike Cox continues
to struggles to get away with no place to go and slowly begins to fade
out! Mike Cox's arms go limp as the referre raises his arm in the
air...]

[Falls once]

[Falls twice]

[Falls th...STAYS UP!]

AC: Told ya so!

[Mike Cox's arm stays raised as Scott Nielsen locks the hold in
deeper! Mike Cox gets his feet under him and lunges backward driving
Scott Nielsen into the turnbuckles! Scott Nielsen looses his grip as
Mike Cox gets his head free and leans back against Scott Nielsen in
the corner trying to catch his breath! Scott Nielsen winces holding
his back as Mike Cox takes a step away from the corner in the process
shooting his foot back and catching Scott Nielsen with a low blow!]

JM: Too much power from Mike Cox.

AC: Do they actually pay you to repeat what I said? I need a raise!

[Mike Cox doubles over as he tries to catch his breath and Scott
Nielsen drops to the mat weezing in pain! Mike Cox pulls Scott Nielsen
back up to his feet and shoves him into the corner before just opening
up on him with heavy right hand after right hand to the face of Scott
Nielsen who gets knocked down in the corner! Mike Cox holds onto the
top rope and continues to unload on Scott Nielsen without hesitating!
Scott Nielsen tries to cover up as Mike Cox pulls his fist back and
looks at Scott Nielsen for a moment seeing the fury he just
unleashed...]

JM: Mike Cox is showing a mean streak I didn't know he had, we could
be witnessing a new Mike Cox here tonight fans.

[Mike Cox's moment of reflection soon came to an end as his lips took
on a sadistic grin as he began to stomp down into Scott Nielsen in the
corner kicking his chest and his face before getting his boot up into
the throat of Scott Neilsen! Scott Nielsen tries to push his foot away
but Mike Cox uses the ropes to his advantage as he almost pushes Scott
Nielsen out of the rings through the ropes as he chokes him! The
referre warns Mike Cox to break the choke growing the ire of Mike Cox
who spins around quickly and starts to barrell down on the referre who
backs off before diving out of the ring fearing for his own well
being!]

AC: Finally! Now this is what I am talking about, show some fire and
take him out!

[Mike Cox ducks out of the ring to the floor and rounds the ringside
to where Scott Neilsen was still lying half in and half out of the
ring! Mike Cox positions Scott Nielsen along the edge of the ring
apron with his throat exposed and drives his elbow down into his wind
pipe! Scott Nielsen grabs his throat and jerks around on the mat in
agony as Mike Cox makes his way up the steps and back to the apron,
climbing up to the top rope! As Scott Nielsen tries to catch his
breath Mike Cox dove off the top with a flying headbutt into the side
of Scott Nielsen's face! Scott Nielsen stops moving as Mike Cox shakes
his head in the process of rolling Scott Nielsen onto his back and
covering him for the win!]

ONE...

TWO....

TTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE...[SHOULDER UP!]

[Mike Cox complains about a slow count as he grabs Scott Neilsen's
hair and drives his fist down into his face again and again! The
referre calls for the break as Mike Cox ignores him, Mike Cox pulls
Scott Nielsen up into a standing head scissors and wraps his arms
around his waist before jerking him up into the air for a powerbomb
and driving him into the mat! Mike Cox roars out as he holds onto
Scott Nielsen and hoists him off the mat up into the air again before
driving him into the mat and knocking the wind out of him! Mike Cox
pulls Scott Nielsen off the mat a thirrd time before dropping him back
down and quickly following up with a leg drop to the groin! Scott
Nielsen lays motionless as Mike Cox rolls onto of him for the pin
again!]

ONE...

TWO.....

TTTTHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEE...[SHOULDER UP!]

[Mike Cox stomps back up to his feet and screams in the face of the
referre as he turns back around to Scott Nielsen and reaches down
dragging him up to his feet as Scott Neilsen goes limp and falls back
to the mat! Mike Cox reaches down and struggles to pull Scott Nielsen
back up to his feet and hoists him across his shoulders for a torture
rack but Scott Nielsen is able to slip off and land on his feet! Mike
Cox spins around and catches a thumb to the eye from Scott Nielsen who
kicks Mike Cox in the jaw with what he calls Light's Out!]

JM: There's your thumb to the eye Cooper.

AC: The old Three Stooges eye poke would have been better.

JM: Nothing is ever good enough for you is it?

AC: I'm just saying....

[Scott Nielsen tries to pull Mike Cox up but he can't do it as he
reaches around grabbing his back! Scott Nielsen soon finds himself
hoisted into the air along the back of Mike Cox before being spiked
back into the mat with a backdrop driver! Scott Nielsen is laid out on
the mat as Mike Cox falls onto of him and hooks his leg one more
time!]

ONE.....

TWO.....

TTTTHHHHHHHHRRRRRRREEEEEEEE....[SHOULDER UP!]

AC: For the love of god, this is getting down right rediculous! Can
this referee actually count to three any slower?

[Mike Cox pounds his fists on the mat and shouts at the referre before
rising back up to his feet and pulling Scott Nielsen back up to his
feet and hoisting him up to the top rope! Mike Cox connects with a
series of rights to the jaw before climbing up to the top with him,
Mike Cox looks for a superplex but Scott Nielsen holds onto the ropes
not letting Mike Cox take him over! Mike Cox pulls away slightly and
Scott Nielsen shoves him back off the turnbuckles and down to the mat,
on the way down Mike Cox's arm swings wild and catches the referre in
the face laying him out!]

JM: The referre is down!

AC: He got what was coming to him in my opinion! He's just lucky Mike
Cox hit him accidently instead of meaning to do it, otherwise he might
have been out permanently!

[Mike Cox gets back up to his feet quickly but still a bit hazy as he
turns around into Scott Nielsen who locks in a front face lock and
leaps off the buckles coming around with a Tornado DDT and planting
Mike Cox's skull into the mat! Scott Nielsen floats over covering Mike
Cox for the pin as the referre doesn't move a muscle, knocked out on
the other side of the ring!]

[Crowd: ONE...]

[Crowd: TWO...]

[Crowd: THREE!]

AC: Listen to these idiots count! They're count doesn't matter to
anyone!

[Scott Nielsen is back on his feet and is standing in the corner
waiting for Mike Cox to get back up to his feet. Mike Cox is back up
but is a little dazed from the DDT he just recieved by Scott Nielsen
as Scott Nielsen goes to give Mike Cox a second Light's Out but Mike
Cox ducks underneath the superkick and kicks Scott Nielsen in the gut
and hits The Whatcha-meh-call-it. The referre is starting to stir
as Mike Cox is turning over Scott Nielsen and then hooks the leg ...]


ONE.....

TWO.....

THREE....

HD: The winner of this match is MIKE COX ....

JM: Mike Cox picks up a big win!

[Fans are cheering the two friends ... former tag team partners.]

AC: What is this!

[Cox stumbles back holding his lower back showing signs from the hard
fought match.  He extends his hand helping Scott Nielsen up.]

JM: What a showing of respect by Mike Cox.  The two had some road
bumps getting on the same page as a tag team, but he still has a great
deal of respect.

AC: It's a bit sickening.

[Cox raises Nielsen's hand as the fans give even more approval.  The
two men turn as Cox holds Nielsen's hand raised.  Then out of nowhere
Mike Cox yanks the PVW youngster towards him and _FLATTENS_ his former
partner with a short-arm lariat!]


[SHOCKING HEEL POP!!!]


AC: HEY WAIT A SECOND THIS IS HEATING UP!

JM: Give me a break!

[Cox stands over Nielsen who is stunned and short of breathe as he
holds his throat from where the impact came from the short-arm lariat.
Cox stands over his fallen "friend" with a look ... A smile forms and
he begins stomping away on Nielsen!]


* DING *

* DING *

* DING *


[BOOOOOO!]


JM: Cox has snapped!  He is unloading with brutal stomps as the
referee begins to pull him off.


"___THUUUNNNNK___"


AC: DOWN GOES THE REF!

[A big right hand sends the referee down to the mat.  Cox turns as the
fans are booing the fanfavorite with ruthlessness.  Cox rolls to the
outside as he shakes his head ... He begins to head up the aisle way
seemingly distraught with himself when another referee rushes down and
past Mike Cox and rolls in to begin checking on the referee and
Nielsen inside the ring.  Cox turns and looks back at the mess he
caused and then begins heading back ...]

JM: What's Cox doing now?

AC: He is grabbing a chair ...  This is going to be great!

Mike Cox rolls back into the ring and rises back up to his feet
waiting on Scott Nielsen to turn around. Nielsen who is now going over
to checking on the referre and turns around just...]



[CCCCCCRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAACCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKK!]




[MONSTER OMG UBER HEEL POP!]

JM: I can't believe Mike Cox would do such a thing, this is totally
unlike him and totally out of character. Mike Cox has always been an
upstanding young man and has played by the rules.

AC: This is professional wrestling, and I for one am impressed with
Mike Cox for taking a little initiative!

JM: You would be.

[Mike Cox tries to take his head off with a home run shot that leaves
Scott Nielsen laid out flat in the middle of the ring with blood
flowing from his face like a faucet!]

AC: Look at the blood, isn't it pretty?

[Mike Cox drops the chair and pulls up the bloodied superstar.  The
referee has now pulled the fallen referee out from the ring and away
from the snapped superstar.  Cox lifts Nielsen with a double underhook
...   He leaps back with his Whatcha-meh-call-it _DRIVING_ Nielsen's
already bloody and exposed head down into the dented chair ...]


"___THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"


[ENOUGH IS ENOUGH YOU DIRTY COX HEEL JEERING POP!!!!]


JM: Oh man ... Nielsen is out ... His eyes are closed and blood is
just running out of the poor kids skull.

AC: When you sign a PVW contract you know what could happen.  When you
slap a guys hand one week ... You could be laying in your own blood
the next.  This is the big leagues and Scott Nielsen learned a
valuable lesson.

JM: And what's that?

AC: Becareful who you trust.

JM: I am at a loss of words.  Coop we have seen Mike Cox for nearly a
year now and he hasn't shown any signs of this kind of actions.  Who
was that man and what did he do to Mike Cox?

AC: He did whatever he had to do to make an impact.  This is the new
Mike Cox and we all have to get used to it.

JM: I don't know Coop.  I am at a loss, but thankfully it's time to
turn things over to Dean Hayes for an interview with  Herscher von
Donkerhardt.

(Dean Hayes stands in front of a PVW Banner with a microphone in hand.
Next to him is a man with blonde curly hair, sunglasses, a black suit
with matching tie and red shirt.)

"Swingin" Dean Hayes: Hello fans, Dean Hayes here with an interview
with Herscher von Donkerhardt. Herscher you don't normally do
interviews, so naturally I have a lot of questions for you. The first
one is--

HvD: --Just hold the microphone, and shut up! (Herscher takes off his
sunglasses and flashes a glare at Dean. Dean wisely commences with
holding the microphone and shutting up.)

HvD: The reason I am here is to discuss my upcoming title match with
Gibson Hayes. I am not here to discuss my chances at winning the match
or what I think of Gibson Hayes himself. Today I would like to talk
about someone who  is also involved in the match, and that is the
manager of Gibson Hayes, Todd Johnstone.

Swinging Dean Hayes: Todd Johnstone? Is this about his presence in the
match, the strategies he might be hatching with Gibson Hayes?

HvD: (stops and glares at Dean again): Did I not tell you already to
hold the microphone and shut up? Interrupt me again and you will truly
regret it!

(Herscher adjusts the collar of his shirt, and begins to speak again)

HvD: When I first met Todd Johnstone, it was to discuss strategy for a
tag team match with PAIN. My first impressions of him were that he was
an ugly old man, with the loudest suits I have ever seen. My second
impression was much worse and that came about when he spoke to me. I
have never had someone talk to me with such rudeness, such obscenity,
and with such a lack of respect. This man disgusted me, with every
fiber of my being I wanted to choke the life out of him. How dare he
treat me that way, I came there to help his team!

(Herscher eyes get bigger, and his face starts to turn red)

HvD: I just wanted to throttle that disgusting excuse for a human
being. Anger welled within me, compelling me to teach this man a cruel
lesson for his behavior. The only thing that saved him was the large
crazy man standing between us. But at that moment I vowed to have my
revenge on this man, to cause him great suffering in some way.

(Herscher's eyes are totally bugged out and his face is blood red)

HvD: Well Mr. Johnstone, my revenge has come, and this revenge is
greater than any beating that I could personally give you. I get the
chance to hurt you where it hurts the most, the pocket book. I get the
chance to take the title away from your number one meal ticket, and
rob you of the power, the prestige, the money and all of the trappings
that comes with the PVW American Championship.

(Herscher's breathing has become very heavy, Dean is looking
increasing uncomfortable next to him)

HvD: I'm going to deflate that oversized ego of yours when I tarnish
your star, and leave him with the most painful blemish on his career.
I will stretch and batter him, in a way he has never known. I'm going
to make him willingly give up his title, and tear it out of his hands
like I was ripping his heart from his chest!

(Herscher is practically hyperventilating and nearly screaming. Dean
is looking off camera for someone to remove him from this situation)

HvD:And I'm going to do all of this, because of you Todd. You have
motivated me to destroy the longest serving championship of any kind
in this promotion. When I'm in the ring, all I will see is you, and I
will be driven to deliver pain and punishment upon his body with
increasing intensity. I want to see the absolute pain on his face, I
want to look into his eyes and see the suffering of his soul. I will
look at this and take great pleasure in this. The only greater
pleasure I will take is from the look on your face. I want to see your
face as your world crashes around you, as you realize your gravy train
has derailed and the glory days are over! But most importantly I want
to see the look on your face as I wave my newly won title in it!

(Herscher rips his collar open  and removes his tie. His breathing is
now less heavy and he now has a slight smile on his face)

HvD: How's that for revenge fat man? In addition to the title change,
the people in attendance will be privy to another rare event, a
speechless Todd Johnstone. The title being on the line was motivation
enough, but the addition of rubbing it in your face will make the
fruits of my victory that much sweeter. This interview is over!

(Herscher walks off camera. A stunned Dean Hayes looks on for a few
seconds before turning his attention back to the camera.)

"Swinging" Dean Hayes: Ummm, back to you guys.                

JM: The Netherlands superstar is fired up for his match with Gibson
Hayes at Heatwave.  HvD has been a nightmare for everyone who has
stepped in the ring with him.  He has went toe-to-toe with the
toughest PVW has to offer.

AC: I don't disagree with you Jay-M, but he hasn't faced Gibson Hayes.

JM: Well Gibson Hayes has to get past whomever he defends his title
against tonight.

AC: Any word on _who_ that challenger is?

JM: All I have heard was that it's a blast from Johnstone's past.
Speaking of championship matches we have a Network Championship match
due up next.

AC: You know what time it is Jay-M ... It's Perry time!

HD: The match is scheduled for one fall.  This contest is for the PVW
NETWORK CHAMPIONSHIP ...

CROWD: PERRY SUCKS !!!   PERRY SUCKS !!!   PERRY SUCKS !!!

AC: What are these fans saying?

JM: I don't think Perry Fontana is very popular.

HD: Introducing first your PVW Network Champion ...

*BOOOOOOOOOOO*

... From Montreal, Quebec, Canada...

[Widescreen Mode's "Everlasting Bomb" heralds the imminent arrival of
the PVW Network Champion, "The Everlasting" Perry Fontana. As the
screens above the entryway show as statue in the Champion's likeness
outlasting ice ages and Armageddons alike as it constantly rises out
of the ashes, the Italian French-Canadian steps out onto the stage.
Save for his protruding dimpled chins, his features are hidden by the
hood of his orange, red and gold boxer's robe, bearing the words "Le
Phenix" inscribed across the shoulders, only partially obstructed by
the burnt-orange leather strapping of the shiny Network Championship
belt.]

HD: He is the undisputed PVW Network Champion...

[Taking no notice of the crowd's boos, "Il Eterno" makes his way to
the ring and climbs in, stretching with the ropes. When he makes his
way to the center of the ring, the four ring posts explode in a
blinding explosive flashes, drenching the screen in white for a few
moments.]

"____FWWWOOOOOOOOOSHHHH!!!____"HD: ...”The Everlasting”...

....... P E R R Y............ F O N T A N A ! ! !

When the smoke clears, all that can be seen is the orange boxer's robe
floating back down to the ring, and the muttonchops. Especially the
muttonchops. They're big. Really big.

The referee reaches for the PVW Network Championship, but Fontana
instinctively pushes him away, protectively cradling the object of
tonight's match. Instead, the Everlasting One rolls out of the ring
and places the title in the time keeper's custody himself, warning the
official not to smear it.]

AC: Now there is a champion Jay-M.  Look at this bad son of a gun.  He
talks the talk and he can walk the way.

JM: Perry Fontana has an impressive PVW resume there is no doubt, but
tonight he will have his hands full.

HD: His opponent ...  Wrestling out of Hong Kong, SAR China.  Weighing
in at 221 pounds.  He won the Rush Hour Rumble earlier in the night.
He is one half of PAIN.

Dr. Ohno Ow !!!

[The fans shockingly give a Ohno an popping applause.  Mr. Kung Fu
emerges from the curtains still in his tuxedo.  He steps out as the
spotlight shines down.  He begins to declare "you like me!  You really
like me!  As he blows kisses to the crowd.]

JM: And here comes Dr. Mal Practice right behind him.  Like I said
Perry Fontana is going to have his hands full in this match.

AC: I have all the respect for PAIN.  And I realize when you face one
doctor you have to worry about the other.  However Perry Fontana is
the future in PVW.  It's not his time to drop that title yet.

[Finally Ohno makes his way inside the ring where he continues to blow
kisses.  He turns towards Perry Fontana and bows to the champion.
Then turns again as he hugs Herk Douglas before grabbing the
microphone.]

JM: It looks like Ohno is going to talk.

AC: I think he thinks this is some kind of award ceremony ...

[With his back turned to his opponent.  He stops to talk to the crowd
and touches his heart like he really appreciates this.  When all of a
sudden the Network Champion out of nowhere puts Ohno into a swift
armbar!]

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
                  01.25.10 Damage Control
                    <><><><><><><><><>
                   Network Title Action:
                    <><><><><><><><><>
                   Ohno v. Perry Fontana
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


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


*BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!*


JM: It looks the match has started and Ohno has been taken by COMPLETE
surprise!

AC: I told you Morgan!  Watch and learn!

[Ohno has been taken by complete surprise as Fontana in a quick motion
has changed a normal armbar into his devastating Amputation ...]

JM: And Ohno is in severe trouble and ...


"___TWAAAAAAAP___"


*BIG POP!!!!*

DING DING!!!!

... MAL PRACTICE DROPS A LEG RIGHT ON THE PRONE FONTANA.

AC: Well that was quick.

JM: That may be, but things are far from being over here.

[Clubbing blows by Practice has taken the Network Champion by surprise
and the fans are loving it.  Mal Practice whips the PVW Network
Champion into the ropes and drops him with a _power_ lariat.]

JM: Fontana may of quickly taken advantage of Ohno's celebration, but
he is at the wrong end of things now.  Mal Practice now drops ontop of
Fontana and begins landing closed fists after another.

AC: This is a shame.  All three men are professionals.  It would of
been much better if someone like Tom Landis was at the receiving end
of something like this.  Speaking of Tom Landis he could of been here
supporting his brother in law.  Instead he was bad mouthing him to his
wife ...  And you think Fontana is the jerk!

[Ohno now has gotten to his feet.  He is now in a karate stance and he
calls for his partner to pull the champion up.  Mal Practice grabs him
by the hair and pulls him up as Ohno drills him with a lighting quick
kick with sound effects and all.]

JM: Ohno now dishing some punishment out.  I am shocked that the fans
are so against Perry Fontana to the point they are cheering this
double team on.

AC: I am telling ya Jay-M.  They have no respect for Fontana and Tom
Landis is nowhere to be found!

[Out-of-nowhere Mal grabs Fontana and hits a swift, vicious Uranage.
Ohno jumps in with a leaping reverse neckbreaker as Fontana is being
driven down with Mal's power and weight behind it.]


"___KAAAAA THUUUUUUUUD___"


JM: And finally referee's are in.

AC: How shocking that it took them this long.

JM: The damage has been done and the message was sent.

AC: This won't sit well with Fontana.  I can't believe Tom Landis
wasn't here to save his brother in law.  Instead he had the nerve to
bad mouth him to his wife.  Fontana won't stand for this at all.

[PAIN has rolled to the outside as fans try to reach over and slap
their hands.  Mal Practice totally ignores them, but Ohno plays to the
masses.]

JM: Finally Fontana has gotten a bit of his own medicine.  Usually I
wouldn't cheer something like this on, but it couldn't of happen to a
better guy.

AC: How could you say that?  Does any loyal hard working husband
deserve his own brother in law to avoid watching his back and instead
bad mouth him to his sister?

JM: Well no.

AC: It's a travesty and it won't go unanswered I tell ya.

[We cut away to 2008 ...  The beginning of the wrestling beast we all
enjoy today.  Blood Bowl I - Chase Williams standing in full glory.]

VO: It became the house that Chase built.  Blood Bowl went on to be
the foundation PVW was built on.

[A close up on the grueling face of the former champion and up to this
point the only man inside the PVW to win a Blood Bowl.]

VO: PVW gold ... Headling PPV's around the world.

[A quick run down of various PVW superstars currently inside the PVW.]

VO: Who will be the next man?  Who will have that chance to go into
2010 with oppertunites abound.

[We now stop with the map of Canada and Blood Bowl II logo ontop of
it.]

VO: Tune in on Heatwave find out who made the field... Who will have
that chance.  We are Canada bound and one man will go into 2010 with
the Blood Bowl CUP!

[Fade.]

[Silhouette of someone holding a folding chair. The voice is digitally
altered.]

V/O: I bet you all thought I was dead or worse: forgot about me.

[The silhouette moves a bit.]

V/O: I get this phone call asking me if I'll come back for a match in
PVW against some champion. No reason, I said but then they go: "how
about against Hayes". That's all the temptation I need.  Tonight, it's
time to clear the air and get me agiant belt buckle.

[We are taken back to Joshua Morgan.]

JM: Strong words from the mystery challenger; joining me here for this
match is none other than Todd "The Rod" Johnstone. Todd, just who is
this mystery man that Gibson Hayes is facing in a few moments.

[Todd is wearing a sewer brown jacket and rust shirt with an eye
trauma red tie. He blows some smoke from his stogie and smiles.]

TJ: Well Whore-again, this mystery opponent was part of an infamous
incident in wrestling and... oh, wait, looks like Gibson is coming
out. He's making his way to the ring first because of just how
shocking this unknown opponent really is to some people.

Herk Douglas: Introducing the champion: he is six feet, three inches
tall and weights two-hundred and twenty three pounds. From Tuscaloosa,
Alabama, he is America's champion and PVW's American
title holder. Here is Gibson...

GIBSON SUCKS!   GIBSON SUCKS!   GIBSON SUCKS!

GIBSON SUCKS!   GIBSON SUCKS!   GIBSON SUCKS!

GIBSON SUCKS!   GIBSON SUCKS!   GIBSON SUCKS!

JM: The crowd making its thoughts on Gibson known.

TJ: The crowd has maybe three working brain cells between them from
all the time papa drove their little skulls into the headboard when he
came home drunk and after he beat mom.

[Eliot Lipp's "Rap Tight" kicks up.]

Herk Douglas: ...Gibson "Red" Hayes

[Pat and Orel, members of what used to be known as RAPE, appear before
Gibson. Pat is outfitted in a brown robe that's about three sizes too
big for him while Orel is wearing the latest dour expression from the
"don't want to be here catelogue" to accenuate his crisp white and
black suit. With them, in a sparkling white suit, is none other than
Jubel Henry Paulmwelle IV. Jubel is around30 years old with bleach
blonde hair and a striking, harsh white cotton suit with a pastor's
collar around his neck. With these three is Evelyn Prosser, who is
rocking the green Saint Etienne football club jersey with brown boots,
cargo shorts and apple cap. Behind these men is Gibson, looking every
bit the cocky son of a bitch that he claims to be. Gibson is in a
plain t-shirt with red wrestling tights. America's hero and object of
worship grabs the house mic.]

Gibson: Okay, okay so I had to make some allowances for this big shot,
super duper mystery guy; I get it. Every single head in the clouds
wrestling wonders want this sort of treatment. You know what I say? I
say FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU[TV EDIT] YOU! [TV EDIT] your former employers.
[TV EDIT] your dead companies. [TV EDIT] those furiously masterbating
in shame in their studio apartment dildos who cry in some sort of
shame-gasm about crap sane people forgot about long ago. You can kiss
my black ass!

[Gibson slaps his butt and hands the microphone to Jubel, who is a bit
off put.]

JPIV: After that... vulgar, display, I can hardly think of words to
say but thankfully I rehearsed this little speech.

[Deep breath!]

JPIV: I am tired of seeing blaspheme on the television. I see some man
trying to start controversy with his rude and vulgar use of the good
name of our Lord and Savior...

[Gibson is away from the microphone but you can hear him shout: he
means me.]

JPIV: ...Jesus Christ. I am tired of Christianity being some joke or a
tool to draw, as I am told it is called, "cheap heat". Well, I have
the money and I have the man here who will put a stop to this. The new
Righteous Alliance of Godly Evangelicals is here to dispense the other
fist that goes with God and Country. Gibson Hayes is our champion and
he is anointed with a true challenge to bring all you in line. This
gauntlet is a test and a test we feel he will pass. So this Chase
Williams, who was broken by a piece of trash named Rob Cole, is
another name on this list Gibson, Todd and myself created. *ahem*...

[Pat and Orel hold up two sign boards.]

JPIV: Johnny Detson - for being a Hollywood sodomite. Caleb Foley -
for disgracing his parents and being a slave to wicked alcohol. Rob
Cole - for consorting with Satan. William Craven - for being a
disgusting catamite. Matthew Holliday - for bearing false witness.
Alex Martinez - for worshipping false idols. Rick Marley - usury. You
men, you all shall pay thanks to the pure champion known as Gibson
Hayes. Now, to cement Gibson's anointing, we have found his
challenger. Weighting 6 pounds and fighting out of Parts
Undisclosed...

JM: What the hell is going on?

TJ: Just watch; it'll surprise you.

[As "Simply the Best comes over the speakers we see someone emerging
from the back. A red haired man with a penguin following him; in his
hands is a brown folding chair with a mask tied onto the seat.]

JPIV: A hero to all who believe men are equal regardless of color or
creed; this is none other than the... CHAIR THAT HIT

MARK STONE!

[FIVE~! people cheer while the rest of the audience wonders what the
hell is going on. Gibson is having fits and falls onto the mat,
throwing a tantrum. We hear him scream: 'there's no way I can
beat something that knocked Stone out!']

JM: Just what kind of crap are you trying to pull Todd?

TJ: I was told to find Gibson an opponent so I pulled some strings
with the FBI and we managed to convince the chair to come out of
hiding for this one match. Considering it is persona non grata in much
of the South, well... it wasn't easy!

[The audience roars in disapproval as the red haired man hands Gibson
the chair. The referee looks unamused but signals for the match to
start. Gibson smacks himself with the chair lightly and sells as if he
was hit by a shotgun in the face.]

TJ: The chair not content with start off lightly; I think GIbson may
be in trouble here!

JM: ...

[Hayes scrambles back up but, as he is still near the now prone chair,
trips himself and falls on his back, quickly grabbing the chair and
putting it on himself for a 2 count.]

TJ: Gibson barely able to escape the early pin attempt from the Chair
that Hit Mark Stone! So far the chair is showing the sort of chops
that allowed it to put the evil WWO owner in the hospital for weeks;
can PVW's longest reigning and greatest champion ever pull out an
upset victory?

JM: Can we cut to commercial?

~Commercial~

[An elementry school class room with tiny desks and a tall black guy
standing in the middle with his foot on one of the desks. This man is
wearing a red sweater vest with a sport coat slung over his shoulder
(it also has elbow patches). His pants are khakis and he is wearing
penny loafers. This is none other than Tyrone Hayes.]

Tyrone Hayes: Friends, today schools struggle to meet their lunch
budgets. Millions of American school children starve thanks to a lack
of vital nutrients and vitamins that are scarce in today's federally
funded school lunch programs thanks to ill advised tax cuts and lack
of human sacrifices to Ullimoch, psychic child vampire lord who
slumbers in the core of Mars waiting for the comet Velrath-17 to come
and reignite his dormant heart.

[Um...]

Tyrone Hayes: In hopes of preparing for the space psychic vampire
hordes and their lust for tree bark and whale blubber, we need our
children fit and full of vim, vigor and a natural need to kill
anything that looks different than them. That is why I, Tyrone Hayes,
in associationg with Fatty BouyZ Meat Snax incorporated, have begun
the FBMS Over Inudate Children with Fatty BouyZ Meat Snax movement.
For just 100 dollars a day we can make sure every child in America is
rounded up and stuffed to the gills with Fatty BouyZ Meat Snax! I know
what you're saying: Tyrone, what if my kid doesn't have gills?

Well, thanks to the secret ingredients in Fatty BouyZ Meat Snax,
ingredients that cause it to be classifed as an industrial product
rather than edible substance, your child may very well grow gills and
extra limbs... and a hunchback, perhaps maybe even wings or a second
face!

[Tyrone nods.]

Tyrone Hayes: Together, FBMS, Tyrone Hayes and the world will be ready
for the psychic space vampire menace from Mars.

THE MORE YOU KNOW***

~Commercial~

JM: ...and we're back to this travesty.

TJ: The only travesty is that I saw the Chair that Hit Mark Stone pull
the tights! I... I am heartbroken that such a hero like the Chair that
Hit Mark Stone would stoop to such tactics!

JM: I think I'm starting to hate you.

[Sweating profusely, Gibson has the chair folded out and in front of
him as it seems Hayes has backed himself into the southwestern corner.
Gibson begs off but manages to deftly flip himself onto his back and
kick the chair into the turnbuckls, yelping in mock pain and holding
his nose.]

TJ: Somebody stop the damn match! That was uncalled for!

JM: Do I even want to know?

[However, it seems Gibson was playing possum (?) and he kicks the
chair, then points to his temple. Hayes grabs the chair and slams it
into the turnbuckle once, twice, three times a Lionel Ritchie chorus.
Hayes then takes the chair to the center of the ring and gloats a bit,
jawjacking with the poor folding chair. Then, suddenly, from
underneath the ring scrambles Johnny Detson, in a blue suit and his
annoying sunglasses! The referee notices but does nothing as Gibson
continues to gloat dead center.]

JM: Now this, this is exciting!

TJ: NO~! What's Matthew Perry doing in the ring! That c[TV EDIT]
magnet, yeti [TV EDIT] guzzling [TV EDIT] tart has no right to be
here!

[Detson gestures for the crowd to be more vocal and they oblige.
Gibson mistakes this for the audience enjoying his antics and he holds
the chair up a bit higher as he basks in the situation. Detson then
unleashes a thunderous Johnny Kick to the chair, which has it collide
with Hayes's face. The referee calls for the bell and Herk Douglas
announces the verdict.]

HD: The winner of the match, via disqualification... THE CHAIR THAT
HIT MARK STONE!

TJ: Noooooooooooooooooo! Someone fire that son of a whore!

[Gibson is laid out in the middle of the ring, his legs occasionally
twitching. Detson has a house mic tucked into his pocket and some
papers.]

JD: Gibson, seriously, take some acting lessons. Oh, and sign the damn
match you munchkin.

[Detson hops out of the ring to applause as Hayes remains unmoving in
the middle of the ring a we fade to the PVW logo.]



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