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

Strickland Sports Network is proud to Present...

Music:

#YEAAAH!

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

Hey!
Hey!
Sleep now in the fire

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

Hey!
Hey!
Sleep now in the fire

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

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

YEAAAH!

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

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

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

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

JM: Welcome to PVW's Damage control, presented by the Strickland
Sports Network.  I'm Joshua Morgan and I'll be your host for the next
hour while we go through some of the finest action in the world of
professional wrestling...all of it taking place right here in the
resurgent Phoenix Valley Wrestling, and is brought to you by Fatty
Bouyz Meet Snax.  If it's food,  it might just be Fatty Bouyz.

[Shaking his head, he flips the page.]

JM: In our first match of the night, we have Jeremiah Page against
Strickland Sports Network's resident pyromaniac Vandal Gomez.  Page
was on a roll upon his debut in Phoenix, but has fallen off a bit of
late, while Gomez wants to see if he' can't reintroduce Page to the
term "on fire" in a more literal sense.  Gomez is simply a despicable
human being... and one who has no place in a wrestling ring anywhere,
much less working directly for a fine orgainization like SSN...take
a look at the highlights.

[Cut to ringside.]

VANDAL GOMEZ vs. JEREMIAH PAGE

Cut to both men already inside the ring.  Zeke Craven stands on the
outside as Vandal Gomez has his orders to send a disrespectful Page
packing.  Page slowly circled around looking for an opening, but Gomez
only about 25 pounds heavier stands menacing.  Finally the two lock up
... Gomez quickly with an armbar.  Page quickly reverses it!  Page
whips Gomez into the ropes and lands a dropkick!   Both men fire up
and Gomez charges, but is taken down with a drop toe hold.  Page
quickly up and drills a now on his feet Vandal Gomez with a knife edge
chop ....

THWAAAAAP!

THWAAAAAP!

THWAAAAAP!

The shots echo through the arena.  Page has Gomez backed up in the
corner and runs up with a monkey flip sending Gomez to the center of
the ring! Page springboards off the ropes into a tornado DDT!

ONE ...

TWO ...

Gomez kicked out!  Gomez rival Will Geddings appeared in the entrance
way. He made his way down to ring side and sat down near the time
keeper's chair.  He donned the Victory Lane mask and stared right into
the ring. Page pulled Gomez up, but received a thumb to his eye
blinding him.  Gomez stumbled backwards shaking the cob-webs off.
Page still wiping away his eyes and Gomez drives his head forward with
a massive headbutt.  Zeke Craven now on the ring apron and the referee
is trying to get the lawyer off.

Gomez begins biting the forehead of Page as the fans break out in a
loud chorus of boo's.  He looked up and saw Geddings sitting there and
he smiled showing his blood red teeth. Finally Craven is forced down
and the referee noticed the carnage inside the ring and began
counting.  Right before the five count Gomez leaps up and got into the
officials face. Blood dripped from his mouth.  We can only assume it's
Page's blood.  A ROLL UP FROM BEHIND!

ONE ...

TWO ...

KICK OUT!

Gomez leaps up and just drops Page with a standing thrust kick.  Gomez
stalks Page as he begins to sit up ... Dropkick to the back of the
neck! Gomez drops down and hooks a leg!

ONE ...

TWO ...

Another near fall!  Gomez climbs the top ropes.  He leaps into a
diving headbutt, but Page rolls out of the way!  Both men are down ...
Page is the first one to his feet and he begins climbing the top
ropes.  Gomez is up and crotches Page on the top ropes.  Vandal goes
up top behind Page, flips forward, and catches Page as he comes down
into a Diamond cutter off the top ... Psychocutter!

ONE ...

TWO ...

THREE ???

Page just got a shoulder up!  Gomez shakes his head and pulls Page
him. He shoves him back into the corner and drives forearm shots
followed by a big headbutt.  He has Page dazed and whips him into the
corner with a big Irish whip ....  Page bounces out and as Gomez
charges, Page leaps into a head scissors counter ... Page is now
hooked into a standing head scissors.  Vandal regains his position and
hooks the arms like a Tiger Driver or Pedigree, then hits a Sit-Down
Tiger Driver '91, pulling Page all the way up onto his shoulders
before driving him down into the canvas. Absolute Destruction!!!!!!

ONE ...

TWO ...

THREE !!!

After the match Gomez called Geddings into the ring.  Geddings stood
up, but was quickly swarmed by outside officials.  Gomez and Craven
stood inside the ring as Geddings tried to plow his way through
unsuccessfully.

[Cut to Joshua Morgan in the studio.]

JM: Next up we have one of the true stand up guys in all of pro
wresting: Dark Soul making his PVW debut against the newly resurgent
Masked Maniac.  The Maniac's recent work with Zeke Craven have lead
people to wonder whether the journeyman has decided to do whatever it
takes to turn the corner in his career...and a win over a man with the
resume of Dark Soul would be a huge first step...and the Masked Maniac
had some words for our own "Swingin' Dean Hayes.

[Cut to a cafeteria area.  "Earlier tonight" is seen in the lower left
corner of the screen.  "Swingin'" Dean Hayes sits at a table, eating
pizza and sipping a soda.  He looks tired, almost haggard, perhaps
weary from the road.  A beeping is heard, and he flips open a
cellphone with full keyboard, reads briefly, and begins tapping the
keys in reply.]

MM: HEY, DEAN!

[Choking on his Kool-Aid (or whatever it is he's actually drinking),
Dean frantically grasps at his throat, then catches his breath,
turning around.]

Hayes: *HACK!*, ugh, *cough*, dammit, what the hell?

[Widening, the camera view now shows both an incredulous Hayes and the
cause of his sputtering annoyance.]

MM: How's it goin'?  I'm ready for my interview!

Hayes:  Interview?  You?  Masked Maniac?

MM: That's right.  Wrestler, entrepreneur, stock market trader and
more.  Oh, and newest member of the most powerful stable in the
history of wrestling.

[Blink blink.  Poor Dean is utterly stunned.]

Hayes: You snuck up on me, interrupted my last chance to eat before
the show, made me choke half to death, and made me send a text to my
girl saying "how about tom" in response to a very perverted
question...

MM: Who's Tom?

Hayes: TOMORROW!  But yeah, I'm sure that's what she'll ask too.

[Another beep from the phone indicates that she has.]

Hayes: And there it is, thanks a lot.  You did all this so I'd
interview you?  You? The Masked Maniac?  When was the last time you
did anything?

MM: Uh ... last week?  I totally kicked Rob Cole's ass!

Hayes: Wha...  I?  He just strangled you until those two lawyers
stepped in, and they even took their time helping you out.

MM: Hey ... Livestock and Gutch are my friends...

Hayes: Like you have friends.

[Okay, now Hayes is just being an ass on purpose.]

MM: Well, Gene's my friend.  Ain't ya Gene?

[Eyebrows shoot skyward, and Hayes is clearly alarmed by the man-
mountain who somehow has snuck up behind him.]

GG: Eh ... sure.  I guess.

[Dean tensely bites his lower lip in response to the deep, powerful
voice of Gene Gaines.  Glancing back, Hayes looks up at the tawny-
haired, oversized journeyman competitor, sighs resignedly, then gives
Maniac a pained, exhausted look.]

Hayes: An interview, you say?

MM: Yes!

Hayes: Okay, first question.  Counting Gaines here, how many members
does this "Powers That Be" faction have?  At least WMI waited 6 months
before adding a bunch of guys.

MM: Oh, Gene's not with the PTB, Dean.

Hayes: No?

GG: Nah.

MM: Oh no, I just took out some of the petty cash from Maniac's Masks
and got myself a bodyguard.  I've known Gene for awhile, so, y'know,
couldn't think of a guy I'd rather pay to beat other people up.

Hayes: Didn't you have a big, fat running buddy?  "Hippo" Higgans?
What happened to him?

MM: Oh, Hippo, yeah, uh...  He kinda had an "issue" with this
Strickland Sports guy, right?  Apparently this inspector dude told him
he had to shape up or be taken off the roster.  Hippo then ... uh,
kinda slapped him stupid.  Long story short, he's working security for
another Strickland Sports brand.

Hayes: Oh, wow, nasty.

MM: It's all good though.  I mean, look at Gene!  He's like seven
freakin' feet tall!  And look at those Aviator sunglasses!

GG: Yeah, I, uh, bought 'em with Maniac's money and stuff.

Hayes: Okay, I get the idea, but what is with the sudden need to be
interviewed? And I don't even have my stuff, or a camera ... nothing.

MM: It's cool.  There's a cam over there, and I'm wearing a lapel mic!

[Alarmed anew, Hayes rubber-necks, catches sight of the camera, and
shakes his head.]

Hayes: Okay, but ... why?

MM: Dean, let's face it, I've not exactly gotten my fair share of
attention around here.  I've been an effect, not a cause.  I wanted to
be the cause, the...  Gene? Help me out?

GG: Catalyst?

MM: Yeah!  So, now I'm my own catalyst.  Things are gonna happen
around here because of me.  I'm gonna get camera time on my own, and
not just when the Outlaw needs extras in his skits!

GG: Yeah, but ... y'know he is kinda funny.  I mean, what's up with
that whole amnesia thing, forgetting who he is, becoming that other
Outlaw guy.  Cracks me up.

Hayes: Yes, yes, very funny.  Now, you're taking on "Dark Soul" in
roughly ... half an hour.  What chance do you really think you have of
beating a former world champion?  Honestly?

MM: Oh, this is a MEATY one!  Look, Dean, honestly ... he's a former
world champion?  How do you know?  How does ANY PVW fan know?  The
man's never set foot into a PVW ring.

Hayes: We know because we watched him on TV some years ago.

MM: No, no, you misunderstand me.  The guy's been gone from the
limelight for what?  Seven years or something?  That's called "ring
rust", Dean.  And the average wrestling fan has the attention span of
a fruit fly, so--

GG: Heh.  Good one.

MM: Thanks Gene.  So hell, you really think the crowd will be behind
him?  No!  They'll be behind me, and behind the corporation that makes
all this possible ... SSN.

[Scrutinizing Maniac's new mask, which is nothing but the letters
"SSN" printed in white, ringed in blue and set in black, Dean shakes
his head.]

Hayes: So that's your argument?  He's “rusty”?

MM: I think it's legitimate.  Besides, I'm a former world champion
too!

Hayes: What?  No you're not!

MM: Sure am.  EBW, in ... uh, 1998, I think it was.  Ah, memories...

Hayes: I have no idea what EBW is.

MM: What!?  Now you won't even acknowledge my accomplishments?  I bet
you know all about where this "Dark Soul" (if that is his real name)
was champion in.

Hayes: WWO...  Everybody knows that.

MM: I've worked and slaved here, for over a year, and you're on his
side!?  That's it!  You're fired, Dean!  FIRED!

Hayes: What?

MM: FIRED!!!

[Wandering off, stage right, Maniac seems imperious, the point of his
mask turned up most haughtily.  Gaines shrugs, noncommittally.]

GG: You, uh, you gonna eat that?

Hayes: My lunch?  Yeah.  I was planning on it.  He can't really fire
me, can he?

GG: *Grunt.*

[Shrugging, Gaines wanders off after Maniac as Dean's phone rings.
Checking the caller ID, he quickly picks up.]

Hayes: Honey, hey ... no, no there is no Tom.  I can explain.  Oi
vey...

[So who knew Dean Hayes was Jewish?  Fade to black.]

[Cut to ringside]

MASKED MANIAC v. DARK SOUL

The new and improved Maniac entered in his new outfit (covered with
SSN ads) came down to the ring with his peer and appointed bodyguard -
"Big" Gene Gaines at ring side.   "Cherub Rock" by Smashing Pumpkins
hit the PA System and out stepped wrestling veteran Dark Soul looking
to make his PVW debut!  The bell sounded The two wrestlers go for a
tie-up, but Dark Soul instead brings a knee to Masked Maniac's
stomach.  He follows that with quick open-fist punches to Maniac,
backing him up to the ropes.  Grabbing Maniac, he Irish whips him into
the ropes and on the rebound, hits a flapjack that bounces Maniac off
the canvas and ladies and gentleman, Dark Soul has arrived in PVW.

Maniac grabs his back as if he is in pain.  Dark Soul wastes no time
and yanks the masked wrestler up and lifts him up with a big inverted
atomic drop!  Maniac hops around holding his groin area as if he was
just shot with a BB gun.  Dark Soul turns him inside-out with a Spin
around Clothesline! Dark Soul then throws Maniac from the ring and
takes a moment to look over the crowd... The fans rise to their feet
as Dark Soul goes to the turnbuckle, practically leaping on top.  As
Maniac gets to his feet, he doesn't see Dark Soul hit a big spinning
heel kick, dropping Maniac once more.

This fires the fans up as a growing P-V-W chant erupts through the
arena. Dark Soul grabs the back of Masked Maniac's mask and rolls him
under the ropes ... "Big" Gene Gaines comes charging around the
corner, but Dark Soul turns just in time and unleashes with a furry of
punches .... He then grabs the big bodyguard with a Belly-to-Back
Suplex!

Masked Maniac has stumbled to his feet now inside the ring and he
drops a double axe handle on Dark Soul as he rolls inside the ring.
Maniac goes to whip Dark Soul across, but Dark Soul reverses it and
lands a huge Sit-down spinebuster!!!!!  "Big" Gene Gaines who just got
taken out by that belly to back suplex is up and back on the ring
apron ...  Dark Soul hooked a leg, but the official is trying to get
Gaines down.  From under the ropes it appears a second masked man with
a chair has dove in ...

"__CRRRRAAACKK___"

He tosses the chair as he hooks a leg and Gaines hops down as the
other Masked man rolled outside the ring.

ONE ...

TWO ...

THREE ???

HUUUUGE POP! Dark Soul got a leg on the bottom ropes!!!! Maniac looks
shocked ...  He is up and not sure what just happened. Maniac begins
kicking and dropping double fist over and over on Dark Soul.  He drops
down again and hooks a leg.

ONE ...

TWO ...

... Another kick out by Dark Soul. Masked Maniac pulls Dark Soul up
and hits him with a European uppercut.  He hits him again ... He goes
to whip him across, but Dark Soul reverses it ... BIG POWERSLAM BY
DARK SOUL!!!!!!!

The Virginian yanks Masked Maniac shaking off the cobwebs from the
chair shot ... He hits a snap suplex to Masked Maniac.  Not taking one
moment to rest, he gets up, takes a few running steps, and leaps to
the middle rope.  Springing off the ropes, he hits an Asai Moonsault.
He quickly bounces off Maniac rather than go for the pin.  Dark Soul
up and as Masked Maniac raises he grabs him hitting a perfect T-Bone
Suplex!  Masked Maniac flops around the mat like a fish out of
water!!!

"Big" Gene Gaines is up and Dark Soul drops him off the apron...  The
"other" Masked Maniac is up on the ring apron and is dropped off...
Dark Soul turns back around and Masked Maniac with a inside cradle!

ONE ...

TWO ...

THRR ...

No Dark Soul powers out!  Both men on their feet and Dark Soul
crouches, waiting for Masked Maniac to turn around.  As the wrestler
does, Dark Soul kicks him in the midsection and hits a Soul Crusher,
driving Maniac hard to the ground.  Rolling him over, he waits for the
ref's count.

ONE ...

TWO ...

THREE !!!

After the match Gaines and the other Masked Maniac rolled into the
ring and Dark Soul slipped through the middle rope holding the back of
his neck where the chair shot hit.  He slapped applauding fans as he
retreated up the aisle way.

[Cut back to the studio]

JM: Dark Soul introduces himself to the Phoenix faithful with an
impressive initial win, while Masked Maniac pulls out all the stops
and still comes up short against the tough veteran.

Another new addition to the Strickland Sports family is Hersher von
Donkerhardt, an impressive grappler out of The Netherlands.  While we
don't have a match with one of the big European signees, we do have te
following words from him:

(Scene: Utrecht, The Netherlands. The city is covered in snow as is
normal for the time of year. The old stone buildings are decorated
with traditional Christmas decorations and people busily make their
way through the narrow cobblestone streets and alleyways. In the
centre of all of this is what looks to be the town square with a large
pine tree erected and decorated with lights and various hand made
wooden decorations. Walking toward the tree is Herscher von
Donkerhardt,clad in a black trench coat and black gloves and black
winter boots. Herscher stands in front of the tree and begins to
speak)

Herscher von Donkerhardt: Goedenavond, and hello again my name is
Herscher von Donkerhardt and I wish all in the The Strickland Sports
Networks and its subsidiary of Phoenix Valley Wrestling a Merry
Christmas. I say Merry Christmas instead of Happy Holidays because I
don't feel the need to pander to the whining minorities who celebrate
something other than Christmas or celebrate nothing at all. I live in
the Western world where the majority of people are Christian, not
Muslim, atheist, or Jewish. I'm tired of seeing my country pander to
fringe minorities who protest nativity scenes or anything that can be
remotely construed as a display of christmas or christianity at our
government buildings. This is not tolerated while at the same time,
immigrants of Muslim persuasion are allowed to carry on with the
customs of the country they left and transplant them here. This is our
country and these are our traditions and anyone who wishes to be part
of our society should respect them or leave!

(Hersher becomes red in the face as he tries to take a deep breath and
recompose himself)

But I am not here to talk about feeling towards Christmas or the
lunatic fringe that opposes it. I wish to speak of my upcoming match,
billed as an all European match. It's been some time since I learned
that I will be facing an opponent from Iceland. He is an opponent that
appears to have exceptional physical attributes. This opponent appears
to strong, brave and a man of action rather than words. This man
appears to not only be destined to be victorious in his matches but
already appears to have a promising, even …..glorious career in our
sport. Well, this is the appearance my opponent and his manager are
trying to cultivate. The appearance of invincibility is what we are
supposed to presume. Unfortunately for my opponent, I see these
appearances for the mere illusion they are and the presumptions of
omnipotence to be nothing more than strong suggestions from desperate
parties!

When I look at my opponent, I do not see a man of few words, but
rather an oaf who probably can't string together more than three words
together in either English or his own language. I see an oaf who must
yield to a quick talking parasite of a charlatan who feels he has
latched on to what appears to be a lucrative meal ticket, at least in
the short term. I see an oaf who appears to be ready for a challenge
but in reality is too stupid to run away and too stupid to grasp the
slightest sense of what is waiting for him in that ring! I see an oaf
who will be too trusting of what his manager, more rat than man, will
tell him. I see this oaf continuing on at the suggestions of this
coward who lurks in his shadow, despite the abuse, pain, the bloodshed
and the humiliation that will be unleashed upon him! I see this
...glorious opponent of mine as a catalyst for levels or aggression
and carnage of unprecedented levels in our sport, at my hands!

When it is all over, I see in the middle of that ring, a battered,
beaten and belittled figure that could once be called a man, but no
more! I see what was once a worthy adversary drowning in a pool of his
own blood asking for help from this manager of his, only to be rebuked
insulted and abandoned in his hour of need. I see onlookers in the
crowd having pity for my opponent, in the absence of his manager and
maybe even a little sympathy. Someone should feel something for this
person, but not me.

So after all this what will I feel? A sense of victory,
accomplishment, perhaps well earned respect? What I will feel is
simply the urge to continue on with even more determination and more
brutality than already shown on my Icelandic friend. I will feel only
the need to continue to extract punishment and humiliation from all I
encounter. I will continue on, until I have gained more than just than
victories, more than just money, more than even championships. I will
continue on for the sense of power, absolute power over anyone who
stands in the ring with me and anyone who witnesses it. Seeking power
for powers sake, nothing is more glorious! Goedenacht.

(fade to black)

JM: For a guy from The Netherlands, he sounds a bit like the Germans
just before World War 2...and the rest of PVW had better take
note...he's put them on notice...but the following segment lists the
men that he's interested in knocking down a peg...the men he's looking
to replace.

[Turning in his seat to look into a camera on his right, Morgan
continues.]

JM: Tonight I have the honor in introducing the first official Power
Five!

[Across the plasma screen forms the PVW World Championship belt it
emerges from the right side and stops in the middle..]

JM: Right now the PVW World Championship belt is currently vacant, but
that doesn't mean there aren't worthy challengers chomping at the
opportunity to wear the coveted World Championship belt.

[The first image in the top left forms and we see PVW Double Champion,
Gibson "Red" Hayes.]

JM: Gibson "Red" Hayes currently stands as the king of the mountain
with no official PVW World Champion crowned.  He has defended the PVW
Network and American Championship against all comers.  It's only a
matter of time until the self proclaimed American Hero gets the
opportunity to hold another Championship title...

[In the top center directly above the PVW World Championship title
forms the image of PVW's monster under the bed ... Or as we found out
recently "under the ring" Rob Cole.]

JM: Rob Cole has been on a war path since the day PVW opened it's
doors. Masked Outlaws, Spectres, and wrestling icons have a fallen.
Christopher Michaelson with the power of Strickland Sports Network
couldn't even slow the monster down.  Rob Cole has been on a collision
course destroying everybody in his path to become PVW Champion.  He
now has that opportunity and the only thing left is seven men standing
in his way.

[Top right ... The image of Widowmakers Inc captain Rick Marley
forms.]

JM: Rick Marley has been embattled in an absolute war with William
Craven since the dawn of PVW.  He stood tall telling the world Major
Damage was William Craven.  The Motor City Madman attempted to end
Marley's career. However what happened next nobody was ready for.  The
return of the most dominating stable known to the industry of
professional wrestling.  At the helm stood the former wildcard and now
the proud owner of the Called Shot.  Rick Marley at any time up until
End Game II can cash that Called Shot in to challenge for the PVW
World Champion.  That in it's own right makes him a deadly challenger,
but what may be his ace in the pocket is the men he has surrounded
himself with.

[The bottom left forms Rick Marley's arch nemesis...  The man who
donned the gas mask.  The walking wrecking machine from Detroit,
Michigan .... William Craven!]

JM: As I just stated with Rick Marley.  William Craven has been
involved in PVW's most devastating feud up until this date.  However
his key victories over top tier talent has cemented Craven's position
has a threat to PVW's World Championship.  Like Rob Cole he stands in
the field of eight with a huge opportunity to leave Boiling Point as
World Champion. However standing in his path in the first round is
Rick Marley's new right hand man and partner in total chaos Xavier
Feyr.

[And finally to the bottom right the fifth and final image of the
Power Five forms... PVW's first Heavyweight Champion and 2008
franchise player Chase Williams.]

JM: There is a famous saying that you leave the best for last and in
this case history says it's true.  In 2008 it may have been the tale
of two Chase Williams.  The first six months we saw a motivated evil
son of a gun that is the only man who can claim a pin over Rob Cole.
He was the first PVW Heavyweight Champion that lost it with out even
taking the loss himself.  He headlined both of PVW's super events and
looked damn near unstoppable.  However the final six months after
Chase lost the PVW Heavyweight Championship he seemed to fall into a
slump.  It took the arrival of an old foe to reenergize and re-
motivate the Conceited Bastard.  They say history always repeats
itself.  Will we see that evil son of a gun come out and storm PVW
like he did in 2008?

[On the plasma screen sits the first announced power five.]

JM: These five men stand as our first Power Five.   In a group as deep
and talented as the PVW roster it's a real honor.  In just a few days
on Heatwave we could see changes right away, but these five men have a
year of honors and accolades.

[Turning once again back to his original camera, Joshua Morgan
shuffles his papers and continues.]

JM: Another of the European imports looking to knock those men off of
the Power Five is Iceland's own Jokull Baldursson... our cameras
caught up with the Icelandic grappler, who had the following to say:

[Reykjavik, Iceland.....

Cold and wet.... again. does the weather ever change in this country?
It seems not. Iceland folk mingle about the town, going on with their
daily lives. Selling vegetables at vendor tables outside their stores.
Others have clothes, baked goods and such... almost looking like a
flea market on this side street. But one place has nothing out in
front. The building looks worn down from years of  rain, snow and God
knows what else. The walls crumbling, the paint long since weathered
away. A faded sign hangs dangerously on rusted chains over top double
doors with blue paint stripping away from them.

We curiously step inside. The place is dim lit. A deep inhale tickles
our senses. The smell of sweat, the smell of blood… the taste of
dedication. A structured ring sits in the middle of the gym. Punching
bags and other exercise equipment surrounding it.. This isn’t one of
those top notch places, this is old school. No fancy machines, no
weight machines. Just simple stuff, for a simple country.

Inside the ring the massive Jokull Baldursson pours sweat. His long
blonde hair matted to his head, sweat rolling down his muscular torso
as his cheat breathes heavily in and out. An opponent lays on the mat
holding his shoulder. Wincing in pain, Jokull turns away and walks to
the corner where trainers wipe him down and hand him a drink. Outside
the ring Howie Mitchell  beams with pride. He notices the camera and
heads over....

HM: Did you catch that PVW? Did you catch the power and destructive
force of Jokull?! Did you see how easily he dismantled his opponent?
Well I can assure you nothing will change when he steps into that ring
for the first time. He his proud to be part of the European expansion.
He is filled with pride to be apart of one of the greatest federations
in the world.

[Howie gets serious.]

And failure for Jokull is not an option.. He has come to the PVW to
win. To show the World that North America is not the only country with
top athletes. He is well aware of the challenge set fourth at the ppv.
Another European he will meet. His name escapes me at this moment, but
for Jokull.... [smirks] He saw the footage and took personally every
word that Netherlands freak had to say.


It is no secret that Jokull thrives to be the greatest European
wrestler to ever step into a PVW ring. He wants to be a champion! He
wants to rule the PVW with an iron fist! He wants everyone to know
that Jokull 'The Glorious' is indeed for real.

[Howie rubs his hands together.]

At the ppv [smug look] You WILL all know that. Jokull is in top
condition. He trains night and day, he knows how far a victory will go
in leading him to gold. There will be no retreat, there will be no
surrender. There will only be domination and victory. We cannot wait
to touch down in Phoenix Valley, and we cannot wait to show the World
what the bull from Iceland...

[cocky smile]

Is all about.

We will see you soon PVW... ... Very soon indeed.

[FADE]

JM: Humor seems to be in short supply across the pond with these two
guys...but by all accounts, they have the game to back up all of the
talk...

Next up, we have impressive newcomer Joshua Curtis going toe to toe
with Gavin Cassel in some hot action...but first we have some words
from Joshua Curtis.

[We cut back to the interview area where Joshua Morgan stands with
mike in hand as he begins to speak...]


 Joshua Morgan: Earlier this week our cameras caught up with one of
 the men to compete in the upcoming match. The "English Sensation"
 Joshua Curtis as some have started to call him made waves last week
 when he verbally challenged almost the entirety of SSN and "The
 Powers That Be". Here now are the comments from Mr. Curtis as he gets
 set to compete in his debut match against Gavin Cassel.


 [A box appears next to Morgan's head and the scene switches to the
scoreboard of Gilette Stadium and on the screen the name of the man
that is in the stadium, a man that has begun what some called the jump
start of the movement to rise up against SSN and as per his usual he
begins to speak without the cameras focused on him...]


 Joshua Curtis: You know...in life there comes a time when you have to
 look at what you've done and begin to consider whether or not, not
 matter how young the age, you need to step back and go "Its time for
 me to go". The problem with this is very simple: You go before you
 are truly ready and find reasons to regret it. Hell the great Brett
 Favre has proved that and is doing what he can to help the rivals of
 the Patriots, the New York Jets, to get into the playoffs and end the
 stranglehold on the AFC East.

 [The camera whips around to see Joshua sitting in a seat at the 50
 Yard Line donned in a Patriots hoodie with a Matt Cassel jersey on
 underneath, blue jeans and sneakers. As the camera comes a bit closer
 Joshua gets up from his sitting position and starts walking down
 towards the railing to keep the fans off the field. As he looks down
 over the railing he smiles before looking up at the camera and begins
 to speak again...]


 Joshua Curtis: One Moment...


 [After saying that he swings over the railing and lands on concrete
 with cat-like precision before walking towards the field and
 beginning to speak again...]


 Joshua Curtis: You know what these place is? Its the home of a team
 that has been 3 times in about 7 years, but they don't have to walk
 around and talk about it. They can because they earned that right,
 but they don't! They come out to an Ozzy Osbourne song and come out
 as one unit, one family and one team. They watch each others backs
 and do everything within the rules...and occasionally outside the
 rules to make sure that when the day ends they are on right side of
 the scoreboard. Their coach is a no nonsense, take no [BLEEP] man and
 some say that when his career is over he'll be looked at as one of
 the best and its true.


 Is he smug? He can be. Does that put people off sometimes? I wouldn't
 doubt it! The thing is that the fans cheer the team because that is
 what they are and will be no matter who is the quarterback or coach.
 Believe it or not: Tom Brady isn't the only reason the team does
 well, but more the people that are around him as an offense.


 Now you may wonder how this relates to the ring right? Good question
 and here's the answer:


 [Joshua starts walking towards midfield staring straight ahead and as
 he does he continues to speak...]


 Joshua Curtis: Last week I witnessed nothing short of gang warfare.
 If it wasn't Widowmakers Inc. attempting to take down Mercenary it
 was Social Security Number...sorry "Strickland Sports Network"
 sending a gang of thugs out to beat up "The Monster" in Rob Cole.
 [Laughing] Gentlemen, and I use that term rather loosely, you didn't
 get the job done did you? Rob not only made it to the Battle Royal,
 BUT he outsmarted everyone in the rumble and won it! I think you need
 to try a little harder next time!


 The battle lines are being drawn slowly but surely in this war and
 last week some of the announcers worried that I stepped in it a
 little too deep when I called out the people responsible for the so
 called "Global Expansion" of this company. What you people are out to
 do is destroy this company and you are using people like Randy Acorn
 and Gibson "I read 'The Guardian' Hayes to do it. Gents I will get to
 you in due time and that's not a threat either, but It seems that
 management has officially signed me to a match for a show they call
 "Damage Control" against a man that is the protoge of a former world
 champion and he shares the same last name as the man whose jersey I
 wear today.


 [As Curtis turns and starts walking towards the home tunnel he
 continues to speak...]


 Joshua Curtis: Gavin let me go ahead and tell you that I was at one
 time the student of a former world champion and I know that its a
 bitch to attempt to live up to what he had done in his career. You'll
 think that if you don't win the big title your career in this
 business is a failure and it eats at you. I know it will because I've
 been there. I've been dangerously close to the big brass ring and
 have come up short numerous times. I once believed it was my destiny
 to be in second place, but my students have shown me a lot when I
 don't compete. I missed the cheers of the fans, the rush of the
 entrance and even just being around the backstage gang.


 Gavin let's go ahead and forecast your career here in PVW: Its going
 to be full of peaks and valleys, but everybody's is. You don't think
 a Chris Hartt, Caleb Foley or Justin Cruise went through those
 problems? I'll guarantee you they did and I don't have to ask them to
 find out because it happens to us all. You will be a great wrestler
 and at some point you will hold the PVW title, but just know this:
 I'm standing right now in the end zone on the home end of the
 Patriots field and if you think I'm going to let you walk over me to
 get your first win then prepare to meet my "Goal line stand" because
 Damage Control will not be your first win...I promise you that!


 [As Joshua walks through the tunnel the scene switches back to the
 set where Morgan stands with mike in hand ready to speak again...]


 Joshua Morgan: Strong words from the man standing to my left in
 Joshua Curtis and Curtis I just gotta know know? What's possessed you
 to call out the "Powers That be"


 Joshua Curtis: Good question Morgan and what it is very simple: You
 see as I explained last week we have this "cancer" in PVW called SSN
 and their so-called "Powers That Be" trying to either recruit or
 terrorize this fed by sending out a gang of people to run in and do
 their dirty work. Here's the problem SSN, [BLEEP], or ABC. I'm not
 buying!


 [The crowd cheers and starts a Curtis chant as Morgan detains him for
 a minute to ask him another question]


 Joshua Morgan: Ladies and gentlemen Joshua Curtis as he makes his way
 to the ring to face Gavin Cassel in this match here on "Damage
 Control"


 [Curtis shakes hands with Morgan as well as the rest of the fans
 before making his way into the ring and awaiting his opponent]


[Cut to ringside]

Gavin Cassel comes down first to the ring to a bit of heat. "I Know
What I Like" by GENESIS hits the PA system as the London born, Joshua
Curtis heads down the aisle way, but as soon as he reaches the squared
circle, Cassel meets him with a Baseball Slide between the bottom and
middle rope, sending him down. Cassel grabs onto the top rope and uses
it to throw himself over it, going for an Asai Moonsault, but Curtis
dodges it and surprisingly Cassel uses his cat-like reflexes to land
on his feet. Cassel charges at Curtis but gets leveled with a big
Clothesline. Gavin Cassel gets thrown into the ring and Joshua Curtis
follows. Curtis drags Cassel to the corner and gives him an Irish
Whip, only to reverse it and throw Cassel chest first back into the
turnbuckle. Cassel groggily backs up into Curtis who goes for a Back
Drop, but Cassel flips over and lands on his feet, scoring with a Chop
Block to the back of the leg of Joshua Curtis. Cassel bounces off the
ropes and hit’s a perfect dropkick on Curtis who had been cut down to
size.

The match waged on as Cassel continued to use his quickness and
agility to cut Curtis down to size.  Cassel landed a asai sunset flip
...

ONE ...

TWO ...

... But Curtis kicked out with a near fall.  Cassel jumped back up and
sets Curtis up for a belly to belly, Curtis counters by kneeing Cassel
with a stiff shot to the ribs doubling Cassel over ... ACE CRUSHER by
Curtis.  Curtis then grabbed the right leg of Cassel and locked on a
traditional figure four leg lock.  Cassel quickly waved his arm trying
to regain a position of comfort, but Curtis had the lock cinched in
well.

ONE ...

TWO ...

Cassel sat back up avoiding the pin.  Finally after a few minutes
Gavin Cassel was able to reach the ropes forcing a break.  Curtis then
sent Cassel into the ropes and dropped him with a spinning
neckbreaker.  Curtis then hit a springboard moonsault and the cover.

ONE ...

TWO ...

Another kick out by Cassel.  Curtis pulled Cassel up and backed him up
with forearm shots.  He sent him across, but Cassel countered it...
Cassel dropped down to his stomach and Curtis leaped over him.  Cassel
hopped up and went for a kick, but Curtis caught it ....

"___THWAAAAAAP___"

Arena echoing enziguiri by Cassel!  Gavin Cassel dropped Curtis again
with another dropkick.  Springboard ... clothesline as Curtis reached
his feet again!

ONE ...

TWO ...

... Another kick out!  These two men had the fans on the edge of their
seats in the debut!  Cassel charged at Joshua Curtis only to be Back
Body Dropped over the top rope, but Cassel held on and hit a
Springboard Crossbody ... Curtis caught him!  BIG BACK BREAKER!!!!
Curtis locked on another submission by  turning Cassel's leg into a
single leg Boston crab ...   Cassel this time quickly reached the
ropes forcing a rope break. Curtis then set Cassel up for a vertical
suplex, but Cassel shifted and landed right behind Curtis!  He swung
with a big right, but Curtis ducked under it.  Curtis grabbed Cassel
from behind belly to back ... Cassel spun around now holding Curtis
from behind belly to back ...  Curtis spun Cassel around only to get
an eye gouge, stomp to foot, and kick to nuts combination that he
calls the Memphis Trio!!!!

The fans showed their displeasure and the referee gave Cassel a stern
warning.  This only seamed to put a smile on the superstars face.
Cassel grabbed the bent over Curtis and dropped him with a swinging
DDT.  Cassel played the crowd as they returned with a huge chorus of
boo's.  Finally Curtis pushed himself up and Cassel grabbed him ready
to land his leaping ace crusher he calls the G-Spot, but Curtis shoves
him off into the ropes
...

"___THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"

Big signature Spinebuster by Curtis that he calls the Verdict!  Curtis
slowly got back to his feet and he began climbing the ropes.  He
turned as he looked to be setting up for the Angel Splash, but Cassel
was right there he rushed up the turnbuckles and crotched Curtis!
Cassel grabbed the head standing on the ring apron looking to try his
leaping ace crusher from this position again, but Curtis shoved him
off... Cassel landed and turned just in time as Curtis leaped with a
flying body cross .... Cassel rolled with it and found himself on top!

ONE ...

TWO ...

Cassel propped his legs up on the ropes for good measure!

THREE !!!

BOOOOOOO's roared from the crowd as Cassel leaped up with his arm
high. Curtis dropped to his knees shocked and disappointed in the
outcome.  It's obvious at this moment he didn't realize that Cassel's
leg was extended on the ropes and that the official clearly missed it.
After the match Curtis approaches Cassel who has his hand high in the
air ... Curtis is heard saying that Cassel had a good showing tonight
and that he'll have a good future in the company and extends his hand.
Cassel points to his chest saying "I beat you" as he rolls over the
top ropes and backs up the aisle way with his hand raised high.
Curtis is left standing in the ring shaking his head.

[cut to the studio]

JM: I'm afraid that one didn't settle much at all, as Gavin Cassel
used everything this side of superglue to keep Joshua Curtis'
shoulders down on that canvas...

Next up we have wiley veterans Action Packed taking on Joker's Wild in
tag team action...


Cut to the match.  Harley Quinn O'Connor and Andy Action are circling
one another.  A quick lock up and we are ready for action!  O'Connor
with a headlock, Andy Action pushes him against the ropes and send him
across ... O'Connor takes him down with a shoulder block.  Andy Action
kips up - but right into a dropkick!  O'Connor tags in his partner 'El
Salvaje' Joseph Rizal Estrada.  O'Connor pulls Action up and whips him
across into the corner.  O'Connor then Irish whips Estrada into a
flying hip attack on Andy Action who is trapped in the corner.  Andy
Action comes stumbling out right into a Jumping spin kick!  Paul
Packed slaps the top of the turnbuckles trying to pump his partner up.
Estrada dropped down already looking to slap on his Salvaje Stretch
crossface ...  However Andy Action gets into the ropes.

Estrada is ready to fight, but Action rolls to the outside totally
avoiding him.  Estrada throws his arms up and hits the ropes DIVING
OUT OF THE RING ON AN UNEXPECTING ANDY ACTION!!!!  The fans raise to
their feet cheering on the Jokers Wild member.  Estrada quickly back
up and grabs Andy Action, but Paul Packed comes charging off the side
with a short-arm clothesline sending Estrada down to the cement.

Harley Quinn O'Connor dropped down, but Paul Packed had already
retreated back to his corner.  This gave Andy Action some breathing
room and he rolled back under the ropes and crawled over for the tag.
Paul Packed stepped in flexing waiting as the referee counted Estrada
out.

FIVE ...

SIX ...

SEVEN ...

EIGHT ...

... Finally at the count of nine Estrada rolled back into the ring.
Paul Packed began kicking him like a rabid dog.  He yanked the much
lighter Estrada up and set him up for a powerbomb ... As he lifted him
up, Estrada began throwing bombs and rode him down to the mat!!!!!
Estrada leaped up made the tag back to Harley Quinn O'Connor!
O'Connor came charging in and as Packed raised to his feet he was
taken down by a Short arm clothesline!  Packed pushed himself back up
and was taken right back down by a Swinging neckbreaker!

ONE ...

TWO ...

Packed kicked out!  O'Connor pulled Paul Packed up and landed a big
belly to belly suplex and hooked another leg!

ONE ...

TWO ...

... This time Andy Action broke the count.  This brought in 'El
Salvaje' Joseph Rizal Estrada who broke into a series of his signature
knife edge chop, throat strike, Mongolianchop and side kick combo that
sent Andy Action right over the top ropes.  Harley Quinn O'Connor
locked Paul Packed into his Harley Quinn Crusher and nailed it hooking
a leg!

ONE ...

TWO ...

THREE !!!

[cut to the studio]

JM: Action Packed still yet to get on the winning track here as
Joker's Wild  picked up a big win.  Our main event coming up after the
following pre-recorded message...

[Cut to video]

[The tribal drumbeats begin to echo through the video package,
"Rumatahatta" blares as the guitars kick in and a voice over adds to
the scenes of brutality flashing across the screen.]



V/O: In 1996, Rob Cole captured his first title in the United
States... and fought his first major battle against Retribution and
the Underground Alliance, sparking a six year rivalry that would span
several major franchise companies before issues were settled in the
classic Nuclear Bomb Death Match in All-star Wrestling of the Motor
City.  Surrounded by electrified barbed wire and explosives set on
timers, The Outcast battled his nemesis in a sea of blood that will go
down as one of the most brutal matches in wrestling history.  He lost.



[Scenes switch to Rob Cole going into other battles, winning other
titles, facing other opponents.]



V/O: The Yakuza replaced the Underground in AWMC, terrorizing the
league and snatching trophies by ending careers and winning titles.
In classic battles with Kuwasi Shakur and Hiroyoshi Takada, Rob Cole
was able to earn the AWMC Championship title and cement a legacy that
went far beyond his feud with Retribution.  He became a Hardcore icon
and a hero to millions before moving on to new horizons and battling
the working Stiff "Iron" Mike Sharpe and "The Legend" Sean Darring in
IWF!



[The scene goes dark... and becomes personal as we see bits and pieces
of Yllana Cole giving birth, Rob Cole holding his infant son, and
glimpses of him limping through injuries and a career of brutality.]



V/O: Personal conflicts dragged him from the squared circle and the
monster beneath the bed became father and husband. The state of the
business changed, the tone reversed directions, and no one wanted
Hardcore icons anymore.  The chairshots, the broken tables, and the
barbed wire gave way to mixed martial arts and chiseled bodies able to
defy the laws of gravity.  It seemed like the wrestling career of Rob
Cole was over... and then Phoenix Valley Wrestling made the fateful
phone call.



[The scenes become a barbaric list of accomplishments.  His bouts with
the Masked Superstar, Jonathan Monarch, the Blood Bowl competition...
moving on through the voice over narrative.]



V/O: Blood Bowl... the Phoenix Valley Championship title and a loss to
Chase Williams set Rob Cole on a path to redemption as he struggled to
overcome a career of injuries and long absence, placing the roster on
notice as he mowed through the Masked Outlaw and pressed his advantage
into a clear cut war with Spectre!  The veteran performer quickly
earned respect and admiration from the fans and the boys in the locker
... and he earned a number one contendership before financial hardship
forced the PVW to shut their doors on hiatus.



[The scene switches to Rob Cole pacing, training, and basically
wasting away to nothingness and obscurity.]



V/O: The days turned into weeks turned into months, and with each
second the Outcast could feel his best days falling behind him.  He
wanted a chance at glory, a chance to overcome all those odds that had
been piled against him, a chance to bask in the glory of the squared
circle one last time... but fate had other plans.



[The scene cuts to Christopher Michaelson giving the announcement
about Rob Cole having his title shot removed.  Black and white, slo mo
footage of Rob Cole coming down to the ring, showing compassion and
sympathy to the wheelchair bound Brian Young.  And the violence
erupts, and we see a storm of violence as Cole brutalizes Young, faces
Foley, attacks Livestock and Gutch, and brings his barbed wire bat to
battle royal.]



V/O: The Monster was unleashed... and what opportunity wouldn't give
him, Rob Cole decided to take!  Drowning the PVW in blood and misery,
Cole went on a rampage and destroyed everything set in the path before
him... and things came full circle as the two final survivors for
Blood Bowl were the last two men in the battle royal.



[Slow motion as Cole rises behind Chase Williams... lifting the ring
bell.... Williams slowly turning... and then BANG!!! Violence as Cole
drives the bell down and down and down again... dumping Williams over
the top rope.  The next voice is Rob Coles', finishing the story.]



RC: Should I ignore you like you did to me, Chase?  You played
patty-cake with Foley for three months, you ignored the monster
beneath the bed, and you thought you were going to just waltz in and
take your spot.  I don't care what Strickland Sports did to you,
kiddo... and now that you're out of this tournament, you can go back
to playing kid games in the playground with Caleb Foley.



[Scene switches back to the PVW studios where Cole stands alone,
glaring into the camera.]



RC: Phoenix Valley failed me.  Strickland Sports dismissed me.  There
are seven men dividing themselves down the line, representing the best
of one world of the next.  But this is MY world.  I'm not here to win
titles for PVW, I'm not here to represent Strickland, I'm here for one
reason and one reason alone.  ME!!!  I'm the monster beneath the bed,
the Dragon within the cave, the troll beneath the bridge.  You want to
take that belt?  Slay the beast!!!


[Cut back to Joshua Morgan, shaking his head as he sits alone on the
studio stage.]

JM: Ever since his epic battle with The Spectre, it's like Rob Cole
has become another man...gone is the hard boiled but generally
honorable warrior who Chase Williams defeated for the PVW Title back
at Rise from the Ashes...and that person...that creature resembles The
Spectre in his actions more and more as time goes on.

I'm not saying that's a good thing.  I'm not saying that's a bad
thing...I AM saying that it's certainly something that the rest of the
competitors need to keep in mind.

Finally, we have our main event...a six man tag contest

[Cut to ringside]

HD: First, at a combined weight of five hundred and seventy five
pounds...

[An almost morbid classical piece fades in over the loudspeaker,
reaching a short climax... and is abruptly cut off by a screeching
guitar riff as FM Revolver's "Black Dove" blasts over the P.A. system.

HD: The team of SEMI and STALKER...

URBAN LEGEND !!!

[A slightly red-tinged light provides ambiance to the entranceway as
two figures step out, causing a pop to ripple through the crowd.  On
the left, the towering Semi waves one arm at the crowd, wearing his
usual jeans and black tank.  The masked Stalker, in an AWMC Outlaw
T-shirt and black tights, allows the defunct Heritage championship
belt to dangle from his now apparently healed left arm.  The pair
stand at the entranceway, waiting as the music fades out.]

HD: And hailing from Cancun, Mexico.  Standing five feet and seven
inches, weighing in at one hundred and sixty-five pounds...

Here is ...

EL OUTLAW LOCO !!!

["La Cucaracha" blares throughout the arena.  The crowd erupts as El
Outlaw LOCO appears on the entryway, raising his arms to the fans and
bouncing around as if he did, in fact, weighed 165lbs.  Aside from
his black and silver luchadore mask, the rest is standard Outlaw
fare: camoflauge shorts, a PVW t-shirt, and leather grapple gloves.

[Along with the two slightly more sedate members of Urban Legend, he
begins making his way towards the ring, slapping hands with the
fans.  Semi seems to be getting into the music himself, dancing not a
little absurdly on his way down.]

HD: And their opponents...

[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, with massive brother Derek in
tow.. In sharp contrast to the dirge, Rage is animated. He wears his
sparkling sequined cloak while his towering partner is clad in a
simple black hooded robe hearkening to the Grim Reaper. The smaller
man throws out his arms, flourishing to the dirge's heavy beat. The
Rage brothers come to the ring. Shadoe 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 as Derek looks on silently.]

JM: Two depsicable men, about to be joined by a third...

HD: And their partner...

[The thumps of Keith John Adams's "Easy" begins and strutting his way
to the ring in red trunks, a red, white and blue t-shirt and the
American flag with the stars made into a dollar sign is Gibson Hayes.
He slaps a few fans... er tries to slap hands with a few fans before
entering the ring, bowing to each side of the ring as a chorus of boos
cascade down on PVW's double champion.]

JM: A well deserved welcome to the tag team champion and their
partner, the always slippery Gibson Hayes...and we're off.

[Hayes never even pretends to consider starting things off as he steps
through the ropes and gestures for Shadoe Rage to take care of his
light work.  The Rage brothers  while Stalker took the ring for the
erstwhile good guys.  At the bell, Rage goes for the collar and elbow
tie up, but Stalker slips under, grabbing the smaller of the Rage
brothers around the waist before hitting a series of forearm
shivers to the small of his back before Shadoe stumbles forward.]

JM: Stalker taking the fight right to the tag team champion at the
bell, and pressing his advantage, laying a series of punches as Shadoe
seems a bit taken back by this style change.

[Rage is set for a ride with an irish whip and catches a leg lariat
from Stalker, sending him crashing to the mat.]

JM: BIG MOVE from Stalker as Stalker takes the fight straight to the
tag team champ!  Stalker still right on him as he charges with a
baseball slide dropkick to the face of the just rising Shadoe Rage to
the delight of the capacity crowd!

[Rage stumbles backwards as he catches Stalker's boots to his face,
reaching up and tagging in Gibson Hayes, which takes the double
champion by surprise.]

JM: Hayes is in and Stalker is right on top of him, exchanging
punches, but the double champ's size advantage presses him back across
the ring, where a quick eye gouge catches him off guard and draws a
warning from the official.  Give me a break, ref!

[As Stalker stumbles away and Gibson Hayes argues with the official,
seeming to claim some sort of impressive martial arts attack, Derek
Rage steps over the top rope and charges in, leveling the Urban Legend
member with a running lariat that sends him to the mat before dragging
him back into his team's corner where he proceeds to choke him with
his boot.]

JM: Derek Rage doing a number on Stalker as the official continues to
waste time with Gibson Hayes!  Give me a break!

[After what seems like an eternity, the offiical finally realizes that
Hayes isn't acutally arguing any specific point...and wonders where in
the world Stalker is and turns to see him being choked out by the
seven footer, and begins the count.]

JM: And FINALLY the official gets in there and breaks it up, but the
damage has been done.  Stalker trying to come to his feet...and gets
punted in the ribs soccer style by Gibson Hayes for his trouble!  The
official gets right back into Hayes' face, allowing both of the
Prophets of Rage to reach down and choke the life out of Stalker!
Gibons Hayes is running a lynching here, plain and simple!

[The official doens't let it go as long this time, turning around and
catching the Prophets at their work and gives all three of them a
warning giving Stalker a chance to stumble to his feet.]

JM: Hayes moves back in with an attempted collar and elbow tie up on
Stalker...WHO DIVES UNDERNEATH AND SOOMERSAULTS PAST THE CHAMP!  HAYES
TURNS AS STALKER DIVES...AND MAKES THE TAG TO SEMI!  Here comes the
big man, leveling Gibson Hayes with a running forearm shot to the head
before pinballing into the Prophets of Rage corner and hitting
both of the champs with a double clothesline without breaking stride
and sending them both tumbling to the mat!  Semi over to grab Gibson
Hayes...and he plants him with a big suplex!

[Semi stands over Hayes, then shrugs, reaches down and pulls him back
to his feet before bonking him on top of the head, Little Bunny Foo
Foo style.]

JM: And there's no good fairy to stop him this time!  Down goes Gibson
Hayes.  Semi lays in the boots before dropping a big elbow into the
sternum...MOTHER OF GOD, what an impact!

He stays down for the cover!


1!!!!





2!!!!!




Strong kickout at 2!

[Semi comes back to his feet, grabbing Gibson and sending him hard
into Urban Legend's corner where he makes a tag to El Outlaw Loco, who
fires fires a couple of quick punches before he grabs him in a front
chancery and hops up on  the top rope...AND MOTHER OF GOD, HE NAILS A
TORNADO DDT THAT JUST ABOUT TAKES GIBSON HAYES OUT OF HIS BOOTS!

Hayes down, and LOCO just standing over him...not doing anything...
wait a minute, he's taking off his mask...he's finally going to reveal
that he's...

WHAT THE HELL?!?!?!?

[A surprised pop sounds as the mask comes off, revealing... Johnny
Styles?   With a flourish the "cowboy" tosses the mask in Hayes'
face, and heads for the ropes.]

JM: Off the ropes, back over Hayes to the other side, stopping just
short of the American Hero... hard elbow drop!  Classic Do-Se-Do from
Styles.

[Another, louder pop rings out as the Tears of Blood mask comes off
to reveal... another mask?  The "real" Outlaw LOCO tosses it aside
and raises his arm to the crowd, laughing from the apron.  Grinning,
Styles pulls Hayes up and reaches over for the tag.]

JM: El Outlaw Loco and Stalker Johnny Styles just pulled a classic
switch on Gibson Hayes and the Prophets of Rage!  Gibson Hayes to his
knees as the REAL Stalker moves in...and pauses as Hayes begs for
mercy...give me a break!

[Gibson Hayes' hand flashes out with a puff of white powder, catching
Styles flush in the face, and he reacts instantly, clutching at his
eyes while Hayes lunges, hitting a solid low blow that drops the tag
team wrestler like he'd been shot.

The only problem is that the official saw the whole thing and called
for the bell.]

JM: The official is calling for the DQ as Gibson Hayes argues with
him, saying that he doesn't know where the powder came from...saying
it was baby powder...that The Wild Cards did it... but the official is
having none of it...and I hate to say it, but this didn't solve
anything for anyone...

Last thing for the evening...we look forward to...Boiling Point.


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In war there is no prize for the runner-up.

- General Omar Bradley

[We open to the Las Vegas strip.  The lights are bright and the city
is living life in the fast lane as usual.]

V/O: PVW under the guidance of the Sports Television Empire,
Strickland Sports Network has been expanding through out the globe.

In Arizona the Phoenix was risen ...

In California the Game was ended ...

PVW enters the city that never sleeps.  In Nevada, Las Vegas we have
reached a -

BOILING POINT!

[We cut to a black backdrop.  In red squared individual back drops we
have the images of Netherlands superstar Herscher von Donkerhardt and
Iceland superstar 'The Glorious' Jokull Baldursson.  Underneath sit
each of their respectful flag.]

V/O: It's been called the gateway into Europe.  PVW scouts spent
months searching for two of Europe's best to introduce PVW into the
European market.  Netherlands own wrestling wizard Herscher Von
Donkerhardt will step into the ring with Iceland’s glorious Jokull
Baldursson.

[Cut - black backdrop, the red squared individual back drops now have
Livestock and The Gutch on one side and The Killing Machines on the
other.]

V/O: After sending legendary tag team Team Canada packing from the
PVW. Livestock and The Gutch called out any so-called tag team
legendary team to re-enter the ring and face them toe to toe at
Tradition II.  With rumors flying high The Killing Machines made a
shocking return and has clashed head to head with Livestock and The
Gutch every since.  Finally at Boiling Point these two juggernaut
teams will settle their score!

[Cut - black backdrop, the red squared individual back drops now flip
to Vandal Gomez and a Victory Lane mask wearing Will Geddings.]

V/O: It was the fireball heard around the world.  Will Geddings has
been sought after the Powers to be faction to stand with them in
carrying the torch for SSN.  After Geddings apparently stopped Chase
Williams from crushing his old Teen Idol rival Justin Cruise.  SSN's
hired gun Vandal Gomez emerged with a fireball to the charismatic
superstars face!  Hiding the hideous scars, Will Geddings has donned
the Victory Lane mask and promised retribution.  At Boiling Point will
it be Vandal Gomez's judgment day?

[Cut - black backdrop, the red squared individual backdrops flip to
The Wild Cards on one side and Canadian Legacy on the other.]

V/O: The Wild Cards tag team championship reign was cut short when the
Prophets of Rage defeated them in a tables death match.  However there
was an assist from a returning to the industry team, Canadian Legacy.
After costing the Wild Cards their tag titles the Canadian born duo
continued to disrespect not only the Wild Cards, but the rest of the
PVW tag division. The Wild Cards resorted to doing what they do best
and got under the skin of Canadian Legacy. After agreeing to spin the
wheel to find out what stipulation these two teams would clash in at
Boiling Point.  It stopped on ironically a Canadian themed
stipulation.  Mounties shocks stick on a pole match! So finally at
Boiling Point these two teams will clash and at the end one team will
get SHOCKED!

[Cut- black backdrop, the red squared individual backdrops flip to on
the left the challengers Urban Legend and on the right the PVW tag
team champions the Prophets of Rage.  Underneath sits the PVW tag team
titles.]

V/O: The PVW tag team titles are on the line when Urban Legend finally
gets their rematch!  At End Game Urban Legend and The Prophets of Rage
stepped inside the ring for a number one contenders match.  Not only
did Urban Legend lose the match, but Stalker gained an injury.  This
time around with the PVW tag team titles on the line.  The Prophets of
Rage will have to fend off the veteran tag team coming for
championship gold and revenge!

[Cut - black backdrop, the red squared individual backdrops flip to
four men on each side.  On the left are Larry Gionet, Justin Cruise,
The Mercenary, and Randy Acorn.  On the right are Rob Cole, Tommy
Ryder, William Craven, and Xavier Feyr.  Underneath is the PVW World
Championship title belt.]

V/O: At Tradition II we found out that PVW Heavyweight Champion, Brian
Young suffered an ACL tear thanks to a motorcycle accident.  His reign
as champion came to a screeching halt.  With SSN's sudden Global surge
the Heavyweight championship was replaced with a brand new title
renamed as the PVW World Heavyweight Championship!  So the month long
quest of eliminating down to a field of eight began.  Witch two men
will overcome the field of eight and be the final two men to go on to
Main Event in Nevada, Las Vegas for the PVW World Heavyweight
Championship at -

BOILING POINT!

[More matches TBA ...]