[What does the World Champion do with so much time?  Rob Cole sits
alone in the familiar gym, the title belt cradled in his hands as he
stares deep into the reflection and examines his face.  Brows furrowed
in thought, the Monster pays no heed to the camera for a moment... a
long moment that seems shattered by the sudden decision to speak.]

RC: My uncle would stuff me in a pillow case and swing me over his
head, around and around and around.  I would laugh and ask him to do
it again, I'd climb in the sack and duck my head and around we would
go.  That's something you can do with a small child, recklessly throw
them in the air and catch them again or bounce them on your knee and
shake them all over the place.  And one day, the sack tore open in
midspin... I remember a flash of light as the world spun past me, and
then the crash. I slid down the wall, through the plaster I'd been
driven into, resting on my rear end for a long moment of stunned
silence as the Family gaped. I stood up... I smiled... and I asked for
more.

[Cole looks up, his hungry smile peeling lips back from those gnashing
teeth as he slowly rises to his feet and drops the title to the side.
He stretches his neck, rubs his hands together, and leans in to the
camera.]

RC: I'm not playing patty-cake or reminiscing over past battles,
Jason. I'm sure you have a lot of memories from working with a lot of
people on this roster, but I am not Feyr, Martinez, or Doc.  I like to
play games, too... but my games are a little different than the ones
you know about. It's not about the pain and the horror, not the kind
you understand or the kind you ever prepared yourself to meet.  I
don't know who you think I am... maybe a pale reflection of the two
bit villains, the black-hat cowboys of your kiddy days in the
schoolyard. Whatever... I don't care. You're hiding behind the rules,
talking about how you're retired and you're not here to do one thing
or the other.... So tell me something; why bother?  Any idiot in a
suit and a tie could hand out suspensions and levy fines... why are
you bothering to take that kind of work when you could just lay out in
the sun?  It's because you miss the sport, and you really do want to
get in a little closer... and saying the things you say, you can deny
the fans, yourself, or half this roster... but I see what you really
want.

[Cole rises, takes a deep breath and a shiver runs through his body as
he glances down... and then looks back into the camera.]

RC: And Justin... what do you want?  What are you trying to prove?
You run around in a mask and you call yourself my shadow... why?  What
for? You act like it was you who got me into a match... I demanded to
defend the title, Justin... I did!  I didn't care who my challenger
was... you or Geddings or Martinez, none of it really mattered because
I was going to break whatever piece of crap they put in front of me.
But you act like you pulled off some sort of a coup... like this was
all part of your brave plan to overcome the big bad evil?  No,
Justin... like everything in you life, someone handed you an
opportunity and you choked.  I walked in with the belt, I walked out
with the belt, and in the time we wasted between it all you just stood
there and you took a beating and you choked!!!  YOU CHOKED!!!!  Do you
get it?  Do you understand?  You weren't standing up to some
injustice, you were just getting yourself beat... and are you going to
whine about the way I wrestle?  Zero Tolerance was supposed to put us
on even footing, but you couldn't get the job done... you couldn't do
it!  Look back through your entire career... it's full of nights just
like last Heatwave, nights where you fell to slaughter because you
couldn't keep up with the competition, because you didn't want it bad
enough, because you weren't willing to fight hard enough or stand up
long enough or fight past the pain, the horror, and the agony in order
to put your opponent down and KEEP HIM DOWN!!!  So now you can whine
about what I did to you... you can play your little games with your
masked friends, laugh about what a terrible guy I am, laugh about my
weapons, laugh about my tactics, laugh and laugh and laugh... laugh
until you realize that the sudden silence is a result of my choking
your voice out, strangling the breath from your body, and putting you
down for a count.... A one, two, and three.

[Cole leans down, picks up the title and holds it out to the camera.]

RC: I bring shame to this belt? There are men on this roster who fear
me and there are men who hate me.  There is not a single man who
dismisses me, Justin... no one is that stupid, no matter what brave
words they use to make themselves sound cool.  I didn't just win the
World Title on a fluke, kiddo... I didn't have anything handed to me,
didn't hide who I was, didn't crawl and beg for a damn thing.  I got
tagged with the moniker of being the "Monster Beneath the Bed" and it
sounds real cool, real hip, real scary in the dark hours of the night
when the doubts begin to creep in as a person prepares to face me.
But the truth is that I'm a brutal man who is willing to put his body
on the line, a man who is willing to stand up when other people lie
down, and I'm a man who will keep on pounding you until your children
cry and beg me to let up. I'm not fancy about it, Justin... so while
you're waiting for your next shot, think about how much that Zero
Tolerance Policy is going to limit you... because you already know
it's not even going to put a dent in me. Dwell on it, Cruise... I have
nothing to do but hit the weights, run the track, and get ready for
you.  I'm not the monster beneath the bed, kiddo.... I'm the World
Champion and you can't beat me!

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

Strickland Sports Network is proud to Present...

Music:

#YEAAAH!

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

Hey!
Hey!
Sleep now in the fire

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

Hey!
Hey!
Sleep now in the fire

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

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

YEAAAH!

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

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

                          PVW's

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

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

JM: Welcome to another night of PVW's hottest little studio show.  As
usual I am Joshua Morgan and I will be bringing you highlights and
more!  It seems every Damage Control I sit here and tell you something
new and exciting that is going on inside the PVW.  This week is no
different!

[Highlights of the former wrestling and Hollywood actor Johnny Detson
rifles through.]

JM: It appears another blast from professional wrestling's past Johnny
Detson has decided to once again to enter the profession.  This time
he was revealed as Tom Landis informer on the "Hayes" way.

[On the big monitor behind Joshua besides the wrestling legend Johnny
Detson ... The PVW American Champion - Gibson Hayes image appears.]

JM: Gibson Hayes status has been on the rise in wrestling publications
all over the world.  Dean Hayes is standing by ...

[We cut to the back and standing in front of a lame ole PVW tarp is
none other than Hawaiian shirt wearing "Swinging" Dean Hayes. With him
are Big Bubba Hayes, Todd "The Rod" Johnstone and Gibson Hayes. Big
Bubba is wearing a brown suit with the sleeves cut off while Gibson is
in a blue suit with white shirt and red tie. Dean's shirt is a God
awful mix of green, puce and pink. Todd Johnstone's suit is so
horrifying I cannot describe it here.]

Dean Hayes: Gibson, can I get a word from you on your placement in the
mid year awards?

[Gibson seems to be in thought but then snaps his fingers.]

GH: How do you keep getting in here? SECURITY! Get this Communist
sympathizer out of here.

[Once again Bubba takes Dean Hayes out of the picture. Only this time
we hear trash cans being knocked over and Dean screaming: You broke my
leg! before another thud and blissful silence from the off camera
area. Bubba returns but seems to have a toupee on his shoulder (that
damn balding Dean) and the tattered remains of a Hawaiian shirt in his
left hand.]

GH: Well, now that we have some quiet I can talk. How do I feel about
these awards? I feel fine. Was there any doubt that I, America's love
muffin, Gibson Hayes, would top the charts? Charts made by Americans
showing their love for America's hot property, me, Gibson Hayes. PVW
would be nowhere near where it is unless I, Gibson Hayes, hadn't taken
pity on their fly by night organization and came in to give them
a true star. How did they repay me? They stuck me on a crappy show
like Damage Control, they conspired to rob me of my beloved Network
title, they brought in more foreigners to steal jobs from Americans
and they conspire to try and thwart me and America at every turn. Me!
The #1 wrestler of the mid-year. PVW should thanks it stars that me
and the #1 manager of the mid-year, Todd Johnstone, still bother with
trying to fix this dump. TJ, I'm too disgusted to go on.

[Todd sneers as he takes the microphone.]

TJ: Well phlegm wads, it seems like a enough of you got the night off
from working the docks during fleet week to actually vote in some dumb
popularity contest. You tampon fillers got a few things right but PVW
still hasn't learned its lesson. The chum bucket fillers haven't
gotten it through their heads that they need to praise Gibson to the
high heavens. They don't know when to count their blessings so they're
going to have to start counting casualties. That's enough, let's get
out of here.

[The trio step off stage and we cut back to Morgan.]

JM: Umm ... Interesting comments as always by Gibson Hayes.  I think
he dodged most of his issues going on inside the PVW, but that isn't
really shocking.

[The images of Detson and Hayes is replaced by PVW's next grand PPV -
Shattered Dreams logo.]

JM: In less than a month PVW continues it's global expansion by
attempting a feat that no other wrestling company would dare to do.
Two nights back to back ... With the first night in London, England.

[The backdrop is dressed the great country of the United Kingdom's
flag.  A split screen is cut in half and on the upper portion is
Gibson Hayes and Tom Landis with the PVW American Championship in the
center.  On the lower half is William Craven and Rick Marley.]

JM: The two headlining matches for night one has been announced.  The
PVW American Championship will be on the line when Tom Landis finally
gets his hands around the PVW American Champion - Gibson Hayes.  And
what has been years in the making ... Rick Marley and William Craven
will finally clash head to head.  On Heatwave the two will make the
match _official_ in a contract signing.

[The images from behind is erased and the bright lights of New York
city replaces the UK flag. On the upper end the images of sixteen men
... Eight tag teams are jammed together - Jokers Wild, Wild Cards,
PAIN, Canadian Legacy, The Prophets of Rage, Livestock and the Gutch,
Made Men, and Urban Legend.  On the lower half sits the two men who
will clash for the PVW World Championship - Justin Cruise and Rob
Cole.]

JM: The legendary match of Unholy War has returned and eight teams
will collide to take the PVW tag team titles from Urban Legend's
waist. Tonight in our main event six of these men will square off in
our Unholy War preview.

[A close up on Rob Cole and Justin Cruise.]

JM: However the finish to Shattered Dreams we will see a battle like
no other.  Two wrestling veterans ...  Two men who have been tested.
... Two warriors who have wrestled on the big stage time after time.
PVW's number one contender and fan favorite Justin Cruise has been
dubbed the ultimate under dog.  However Justin Cruise has thrived in
these situations time after time.  Nobody gave him a second thought at
Boiling Point when he stepped inside the ring with Randy Acorn and
Larry Gionet.  Now here he stands ready to face PVW's monster
underneath the bed.  The man many have called _unbeatable_.

[Both men disappear from the screen and the Masked Outlaw sits in
their place.]

JM: The Masked Outlaw has returned to haunt Rob Cole.  Rob Cole sent
him packing at Rise From the Ashes with out revealing who he was.  At
the time many speculated that it was Paul Styles up to his usual
games, but now the Masked Outlaw has returned and this time with a
mission.  A mission of exposing Rob Cole.

[Justin Cruise and Will Geddings join Masked Outlaw on the screen and
bellow them sit the SSN trio - Alex Martinez and Livestock and the
Gutch.]

JM: While Rob Cole sits on his PVW World Championship title suspended.
On Heatwave these six men will face off in the main event.  Will we
finally catch a hint who this Masked Outlaw really is?

[The images fade and the Damage Control logo sits proudly across the
screen.]

JM: Tonight we have a return of a legend.  Two matches that have been
billed as four of PVW's baddest men in the company ... And a main
event that will preview six of PVW's best tag team warriors.  However
before we get too far ahead of ourselves I have catching word that
camera's are rolling in the back.

[There's always quite a commotion backstage during a big show.  Stage
hands, production techs, media, etc.  Whether it's wrestling, boxing,
or MMA, it's always the same.  Every fighter knows the drill.  But
amidst all that commotion, a small group of security personnel form a
small tight circle around one man.  PVW grappling badass Ronan
Benedict is dressed for war, sporting his usual short-sleeved black
"War Hounds: Blood-Stained Extermination Tour" t-shirt, forest green
camouflage-patterned pants, black kickpads, and matching black
wrestling boots. White athletic tape is wrapped around both wrists and
hands.  Despite the long red hair dangling in his face, almost hiding
his eyes, Ronan doesn't appear happy for some reason.]

RB: You guys gonna' try holdin' my hand during the f[BLEEP]kin' match
too?

Voice: You're gonna damn well wish they were once we get started in
there, Benedict.

Across the way, being held back by his own detail of security, is
Ronan's opponent for the night, "Pit Monster" Chad Grimsson. The
gargantuan Detroit native is also dressed for war, wearing a pair of
ripped and faded blue jeans, black engineer boots, a white wifebeater
with a red anarchy sign spraypainted on the front, and black leather
chaps. He rounds out his gear with both hands wrapped in white tape,
and as always sports a bic'd and tattooed head and a blonde goatee. He
moves in closer to Ronan, his cadre of security making sure to stay
between the two men.]

Chad: But the problem is, you're gonna be stuck in there with me all
by your damn self.

[A low, guttural growl works its way through Ronan's gritted teeth.
Nevertheless, his security detail holds firm.]

RB: Others may be afraid of you, fathead, but I sure as f[BLEEP]k
ain't one of 'em.

[He squirms to get free, itching for a crack at Chad even now.  But it
doesn't do him any good.]

RB: So talk all you want.  'Cause as far as I'm concerned, that's all
you're good for these days.

[Unshaken, Chad responds with hearty laughter.]

Chad: Gimme a break, Ronan. You think you impress me by not bein'
afraid? Whether you're afraid or not won't matter once I break you in
half in that ring. And while you got lucky the last time we faced,
lightning don't strike the same place twice.

RB: You know what man?  Break me in half.  Be my f[BLEEP]kin' guest.
I _want_ you to.

[Ronan now chuckles; confident and deadly serious.]

RB: It won't make a damn bit of difference.  I'll still kick your
teeth in all over that ring - inside and out of it. And by the time
I'm through, you'll be _begging_ for security to pull me off.  'Cause
you ain't walkin' outta' here tonight, Chad.  That's a f[BLEEP]kin'
promise.

[Chad smiles at Ronan's threat.]

Chad: Oh, don't worry, Ronan. I wasn't looking for your permission.
I'm gonna do it whether you like it or not. And you know what, I never
planned on walkin' outta here tonight.

[He now folds his arms across his chest.]

Chad: Struttin' outta here after a way past due job well done, that's
more what I had in mind.

[Ronan squirms a little bit harder to get through the wall of security
surrounding him.  And he partially succeeds, except they readjust and
push him back again.]

RB: You know, for a big, dumb, head up your ass'd motherf[BLEEP]ker,
you sure think too much.  I'll fix that, though.

[A slight, malicious grin spreads across Ronan's bearded face.]

RB: Only problem I got is ruining somebody else's art.  But then
again, since it's all over your fat head, it's only art when my boot's
grinding your skull into the floorboards.

[Although still completely calm, Chad once again chuckles.]

Chad: Well, that's some mighty big talk from a sawed-off little punk
like you, Ronan.

[He now shoots Ronan a dark, menacing glare.]

Chad: Especially from one who after tonight is going to be spending
the rest of his days in a wheelchair, sucking his meals through a
straw.

[Ronan now has a good laugh at Chad's remarks.]

RB: Were I a lesser man, I'd stupidly overlook your impish attempt at
scare tactics... or be sucked in by them.

But I know you, Chad.  I know what two long, grueling fights have
taught me.  I know how it felt to get thrown through a wall, to get my
f[BLEEP]kin' ass handed to me.

You may be a dumb f[BLEEP]k, but I respect what you bring to the
table... the carnage, the devastation...

[Ronan nods his head slowly, deadly serious.]

RB: And I also know how it felt to hold your life in my hands, to
squeeze, to break...

How it felt to _crush_ you, Chad.  After all we've put eachother
through these past few months...

It felt good.

It _will_ feel good.

[Again, it is now Chad's turn to chuckle.]

Chad: You know what, Ronan? Goin' back and forth with you in this
little pissin' contest is provin' to be nothin' but unproductive at
best.

[He now relaxes, sighs of relief coming from the security detail
assigned to him.]

Chad: So you know what I'm gonna do? I'm headin' back to my locker
room and think about everthing that's happened in this whole mess. Let
it burn in real good. And then, when it's time, I'm gonna unleash all
of that anger and drop it right on top of that peasey little head of
yours.

[Once more, he shoots Ronan an angry scowl.]

Chad: And after that, there won't be any pissin' contest between us.
Just me pissin' on what's left of your bloodied, broken carcass.

[With that, Chad turns around and lets his security start to usher him
away.  Cut back to Joshua Morgan.]

JM: These two men are set to finish the score at Shattered Dreams in
Last Man Standing rules ... But, Jason Dynamite is already inside the
ring and the wrestling veteran journeyman is ready for the returning
wrestling legend ...

[The twangy guitar of Beck's "Farewell Ride" begins to strum its way
over the PA causing the crowd to leap from it's collective seat in
excitement.]

HD: Introducing at this time...

[HUGE POP!!! The large figure of a man adorn in a trench coat
encompasses the entrance... across the back is a sewn on confederation
flat. Atop the figure's head is a plain black cowboy hat. The figure
of the beast turns to reveal...

The Athens Georgia Madman.

The East Coast Terror.

Ron Houston.]

... accompanied by ... RON HOUSTON...

[A second figure emerges. This one adorn in black leather pants that
mesh into a black spandex top that reads the words "No Worries" across
the front in gold cursive. He brushes his long brown hair back out of
his face and runs a hand through his trademark brown beard. His lips
are pursed underneath... his intensity not lacking.]

... he stands in at _SEVEN FEET ONE INCH_... AND WEIGHS THREE HUNDRED
AND _SIXTY_ POUNDS...

[HA-YUGE POP!!!]

... he is coming to us by way of Detroit, Michigan...

[The massive wrestling legend slowly sways down the aisle, each step
filled with a purpose as Houston follows closely behind. The large
figure leaps up on to the ring and steps _over_ the top ropes... his
arms raised above his head. A little less chiseled than before. A
little more worn. But the same look. The same determination. The same
presence.]

... "NNOOOO WWWWOORRRIIEESSSS"


... RROOOOBBBBB MMMMMAAAGGGGGNNNNNNUUUUUMMMMMMMMMM





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                 07.26.09 Damage Control
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                    One on One Action:
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              Rob Magnum v. Jason Dynamite
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*DING!* *DING!* *DING!*


JM: There is the sound of the bell and it's been quite some time since
we have seen big Rob Magnum wrestling inside a PVW ring.  If you all
remember he entered PVW last year set to be apart of Craven's band to
take down the Widowmakers.  However injuries have plagued Magnum at
his older age and he was forced to take some time off.


"___THWAAAAP___"


JM: Down goes Dynamite with a big hard right hand by Magnum!

[Magnum pulls Dynamite right back up and whips him in the ropes ...
_BIG_ sidewalk slam!]


ONE ...


TWO ...


JM: Dynamite with a shoulder up!  Magnum slowly getting up .. Forearm
... Another!  He whips Dynamite into the ropes again.  Goes for a
lariat, but Dynamite just ducks under it...  Rebounds off the ropes
and flying cross-body!

[Dynamite rolls off the big seven footer and leaps into a dropkick
that hits the emerging Magnum in the chest.  He stumbles back and
Dynamite hits the ropes again and low dropkick to the side of Magnum's
knee drops him down to one leg.  Dynamite with a burst of early energy
springboards into a moonsault, but Magnum catches him.  He turns him
into a charging --- ]


"___CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASH___"


JM: POWERBOMB!  HOLY MOTHER OF GOD HE JUST FLATTENED JASON DYNAMITE IN
HALF!  Magnum isn't going for the cover though.  He is looking to send
Dark Soul the former WWO Icon a message.  He lifts him up high in the
air ...  Set's him up for a bone crushing muscle buster ... HOLDS HIM!


"___KAAAA THUUUUUUUUUD___"


[Jason Dynamite just lays flat on the ground.]

JM: Rob Magnum isn't showing any ring rust.  This match could end
_right_ here.  However it wouldn't be Rob Magnum style if he didn't
end it in his fashion.

[... And he pulls Dynamite up one final time ...  Standing Crucifix
Powerbomb, but instead of dropping down with Dynamite, he remains
standing, driving them to the mat from over 7 feet in the air onto the
back of his neck!]


"___THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"


[FIIIINNNIIISSSHHHAAAAA POP!!!]


JM: SOOOOOUUUUUTHHHHEEERRRRNNNN COMFORT!!!


ONE ...


TWO ...


THREE !!!


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


JM: What total distruction by the former UEW legend!

[Magnum wipes the sweat off his brow as he leans against the ropes
looking for a microphone, which Houston quickly tosses to Rob.]

RM: I think we all know what I'm gonna say. I think we all know that I
personally don't care one way or the other. But Dark Soul...
regardless of my personal feelings, I laid out a challenge a few weeks
back for you to step inside the ring with me...

[Magnum looks over at Houston who nods at the 7'1 beast.]

... so what's it gonna be?

[Suddenly, the lights at the Pepsi Coliseum fade to dark as the drum
opening of "Cherub Rock" by Smashing Pumpkins hits the PA system.  The
fans immediately sense that the answer that Magnum wanted is about to
come and the volume in the arena begins to rise.  Searchlights over
the crowd randomly race over the mass of people as the guitars start
and as the entire band comes together as one, the searchlights
also come together as one toward the entrance way where Dark Soul
walks out.

He is alone, leaving both his manager and his wife in the back.  He
stares ahead with a slightly amused look on his face, his eyes focused
on the former World Champion in the ring before sharply turning his
head to the left.  Fans on that side of the arena cheer and a smirk
crosses the Virginian's face.  He sharply turns his head to the right
and the same thing occurs with an even larger smirk. Reaching in
the back pocket of his khaki pants, the music dies down as he brings a
mic to his face.]

Dark Soul:  "I'm sorry, Mr. Magnum.  Where are my manners?  I swear, I
totally meant to e-mail you, but I got stuck youtubing.  Then I was
going to send you a message on facebook, but I had to choose my top
five Michael Jackson videos.  So, I thought, hey, some people still
use myspace, but the ads really got annoying.  I was going to
tweet my answer, but a fake Dark Soul had done it for me and that was
just not cool.

So, hell, I figure I might as well do this thing in person.  I know,
it seems a bit outdated, but you seem a big fan of nostalgia so you're
probably get a kick out of this.  My answer is...wait, wait, this is
all wrong!"

[The crowd isn't quite sure how to respond as a scowl appears on Dark
Soul's face. He rubs his nonexistent ghoatee before holding a finger
up as if a lightbulb was just turned on in his head.  After a
facepalm, one can clearly read him saying "of course!" before the
former WWO World Champion takes off toward the ring. Houston,
not sure what to take from this, backs up from the ropes and Dark Soul
slides under the bottom rope and into the ring and springs to his feet
in one fluid motion. Standing a few feet away from the large man who
challenged him, Dark Soul looks oddly comfortable.]

Dark Soul:  "You see, this is much better, Mr. Magnum.  Much, much
better.  If I'm going to answer a challenge in person, I should answer
it face-to-face. But before I give you _my_ answer, there really is a
few things I must say.  Now, I've been going around wondering why I
should keep doing this.  I've been challenging myself like you
did...but not for the" (finger quotes) "opportunity" (end finger
quotes) "to face you, Mr. Magnum  No, I've been challenging myself to
come up with a reason.  I've been racking my brain, trying to find the
words, trying to find the je ne sais quoi, the quam, the whatever it
is that makes us in this business a little crazy to think it's okay to
put our lives on the line every week.  And then, it came to me.
I'm here because of people just like you, Mr. Magnum.  Now, I didn't
get it at first.  It took me a couple of seconds.  But something you
said just resonated with me."

[He walks up to the 7'1" giant and moves not one inch from his place.
But then, he's had these standoffs with people like William Craven so
his courage should surprise no one.]

Dark Soul:  "You called yourself...a legend.  PVW referred to
you...and to me...as icons.  Well, allow me to enlighten you.  I am no
icon.  I am no legend."

[A smile appears on Magnum's face and he nods in agreement.]

Dark Soul:  "But then...neither are you."

[The smile quickly disappears.]

Dark Soul:  "You, sir, are no legend.  You certainly are no icon.  I
know this for a fact because only someone who isn't one of those
things would refer to himself as one.   No, I'm not trying to hurt
your little brain with reverse psychology.  Just informing you of the
simple, undeniable truth that only these people" (pointing to
the fans and to those at home) "can call you a legend.  Can call you
an icon."

[He finally backs away from Magnum, who looks to be restraining
himself. As Dark Soul did for him, he is giving the floor to the other
man.]

Dark Soul:  "You said that you were an opportunity for me.  Please,
kid, get over yourself and for the sake of everyone watching, do it
damn quick.  Now, you may be a giant in this ring, but you are no
giant in this sport.  You are just like me.  A guy who came back to
grasp what you once had.  Our legacies are not that dissimiliar.
So...no, you are not an opportunity for me.  You don't hold
the gold and that's the opportunity I long for.  You aren't that
particular Rob. You are not that special.  What you are, Mr. Magnum,
is the next chink in the chain. Simply put, you are next reason to
either want to stick around in wrestling or read the all signs that
tell me not to.  You, sir, are my next match."

[The fans erupt as Dark Soul answers the challenge affirmatively.]

JM:  Looks like we got our answer.

[Magnum hears the cheers and the big guy let's out a grin as the two
former world champions ... Two men who were at the top of this sport
in their prime will finally lock up at Shattered Dreams!]

JM:  Dark Soul has more to say.

[He waits for the fans to simmer down before again, bringing the mic
to his mouth. He starts toward Magnum once again and, while he is not
tall enough to get in Magnum's face, he seems to think he is.]

Dark Soul:  "Just be ready.  Last cat around here who wanted to get me
in the ring ran off before he had the chance.  Maybe you will stick
around.  Maybe you will answer the call.  Maybe, just maybe, you will
be the big bad giant...the legend...the icon...or maybe you will
disappoint.  It's really in your court, Mr. Magnum.  You challenged me
and wanted me in the ring.  Well, you got it. What's next?"

[He lets his hand holding the microphone fall as we cut back to the
studio setting.]

JM: Wow Rob Magnum looked as good as we remembered him and his meal
ticket has been signed for Shattered Dreams.  In a match that many
fans wanted to see in the late 90's.  Rob Magnum and Dark Soul!

[Across the monitor it becomes official.  The image of Rob Magnum and
Dark Soul with the Shattered Dreams logo in the middle.]

JM: What a match that will be.   One more reason that wrestling is
returning to it's glory days through PVW!  I will give you all time to
take the excitement in, but first ... The PVW warrior, Larry Gionet
has been kept out of the ring since Boiling Point.  First it was
injuries then it was a short lived suspension.  He is standing by with
words for the Pit Monster.

[We are at the backstage area at Damage Control. The camera veers off
into the right where Larry Gionet is leaning up against a white wall
looking up to the ceiling.]

Larry Gionet: I've been waiting for this moment. I counted down the
months, the weeks the DAYS until it was finally my chance to step back
in a PVW ring.had to sit back with my cold blue eyes glaring at the
television screen while some jackass laid claimed to being the
toughest son of a bitch in PVW today. I grit my teeth like a saw going
through wood knowing that he knew he would try to get under my skin.
Actions speak MUCH louder than words kid. This has nothing to do with
proving anything to anybody Manson. It is about SHOWING you that I
don't back up what I say. Unfortunately for Chad Grissom he is
participating in a lesson that I am about to teach you Manson!

[Gionet begins to carefully tape his wrists with white tape. He stares
into the camera with his cold blue eyes and a menacing smirk.]

Chad I know what you are about. I have seen your battles and slow
build Ronan Benedict. You see Benedict gave me one of the toughest
fights of my career here in PVW. It is why this scar above my right
eye is a living reminder of that night. But on that night I beat him.
you have a long road ahead of you against that man, but unfortunately
for you the road to get to him gets THAT much bumpier against ME! I am
what you would call an opportunist. I find a weakness, an opening that
can lead to your demise. Be it taking it to the air, keeping you on
the ground, tearing a body part or making you bleed.

[Gionet steps down on one knee as he begins to push up re-adjusting
his black knee pad up to his knee. A strand of dirty blond hair falls
just beneath his blue eyes that stare a hole into the camera.]

You may call yourself a pitbull but I consider myself a jaguar. My
reflexes are just as quick as I am on my feet. When I get injured it
only makes me that much stronger and that much more dangerous. Maybe
not out of a mean spirit but just out of instinct. If I don't do what
I must do to survive in this sport, I will get eaten alive. I've
learned that in my decade plus long wrestling career. I don't fight
through the injuries for the damn paycheck. I don;' go out there night
after night dropping heads and breaking bones for fun. It is for
respect. I won't get to being the best on the top of the PVW mountain
without being a real warrior or the toughest SOB in PVW today.

[Gionet stands up from his knelt position and gets right into the
camera's face. One can hear the brushing of feet going back as the
cameraman is trying to keep his composure in tact.]

Grissom, Manson, PVW I am out for vengance. I don't back down from
nobody and there is NO fear in these eyes. It isn't about how or why,
it's all about do or die!

[Gionet without warning, swerves the camera to the left knocking it
over with brutal force. The camera picks up the haunting footsteps of
PVW's warrior getting ready for battle as we then fade to black.]

JM: Next up is a set of juggernauts in the wrestling world.  Larry
Gionet is making his highly anticipated return to the ring after he
had to battle to get cleared to wrestle by the PVW medical staff.
Just when his shoulder seemed to be healed he was suspended for
getting involved in the three way war a month or so ago.  As for the
six foot eight Pit Monster?  Well let's just say he is in a very sour
mood after he was forced to submit to Ronan Benedict who evened the
odds.  Who knows what kind of mind frame either one of these two will
be in!

[The opening riff to Biohazard's "Switchback" thunders over the PA as
Chad Grimsson steps out from the back. Dressed in a pair of ripped and
faded blue jeans, black leather chaps, black engineer boots, a white
wifebeater with a red anarchy sign spraypainted on the front, and
finishing off with both fists wrapped heavily in white tape, the man
known as the Pit Monster makes his way towards the ring. Eyes focused
on the ring (or his opponent should they come out first), Chad slaps
hands with the fans on his way down the aisle. As he gets to the ring,
Chad steps over the top rope and heads to his corner, waiting for the
bell to ring.]

JM: There is three hundred and sixty five pounds of pissed off
attitude inside the ring right there.  Whatever friendship Ronan
Benedict and the Pit Monster had at one time is burred deep and
burned away for good.  I wouldn't want to face this guy in this foul
mood in my first match in _months_.

[The lights dim to black as the booming intro of "Driven" by Sevendust
can be heard through the PA system.]

(stop the man)
From endin' up with all the chips so he can't
(promise him an only chance)
To have the freedom that's been takin' from me

[The fans leap to their feet awaiting the return of the PVW warrior to
the squared circle.  Mini Strobe lights rotating between blue and red
flash up the scaffolding, circling in the dark chaos of the darkened
archway illuminating the figure of a man standing in the darkness. The
lights begin flashing near the ramp way off and on surrounding now the
visible figure of Larry Gionet before fading out again. Larry Gionet
steps up out onto the stage as loud fireworks shoot up in stereo
bursts from either side of the stage!  He looks across the sea of fans
as a roar of cheers let loose throughout the arena.]

(you - can - try - to - lift - your - head - no)
You fucked up with me now live with the truth
Find a reason to lie (try)

[Larry Gionet slowly walks to the ring as the boos become louder. He
wears his red and black half long tights with his name in red slash
lettering, black kneepads and black boots.  He ignores the hands
patting him on the back as he walks with a menacing look on his face,
he stops at ringside and raises a head to stare at the crowd with a
deep stare taking in a very deep breath.  The fans become a blur as he
turns towards the ring]

Seems like it hasn't been long - I've given
(so much how could you hide)
You're sick with all the guilt you're never - forgiven
(you try to wash it away - wash it away)

[The music crashes around him as he heads for the ring steps. Climbing
the stairs, Gionet makes his way along the ring apron's edge. He looks
out across the rows of waving fans, and hand locked on the top rope,
steps inside with authority. Larry Gionet walks right across the ring
as he climbs the buckles and pounds his fists as the cheers grow
louder.]

(ask again) why all the dreams I had
Are now left broken
(punished for a wounded past)
Afraid to wake and find reality breathin
(why - has - life - been - taken - from - me)
I fucked up and now I live with the truth
With no reason to lie (I)

[Larry Gionet drops down, the blue turned to red lights flash across
the ring as he starts pulling on the ring ropes to test for give.
Charging through the shadows at breakneck speed, Gionet crashes into
the other side and skids to a halt in the center of the ring. Larry
raises both arms, one hand clamping his other wrist as he looks out
across the arena, cold blue eyes focused....]

Feel like it hasn't been long - I'm driven
(to keep myself alive)
You're sick with all the guilty you're never - forgiven
(you'll never wash it away - wash it away)

[The lights begin to rise as Gionet raises a fist into the air. A
striking electric guitar solo blares throughout the packed house
leading his entrance theme like the cold glare in Larry's eyes
streaming out across the arena. Gionet grates a thumb across his neck
signaling for his music to be cut.]

JM: Quite a warm reaction for the return of the PVW warrior.  Gionet
took PVW by a storm the day he entered Phoenix.  He stood toe to toe
with Chris Hopper's protege and in the end drove off the shining star
and what some believed could be the next rising star to break through
the business.  He took all that toughness and attitude and marched his
way _through_ the PVW's tournament and almost found himself at Boiling
Point wrestling for the PVW World Championship.  However injuries
mounted up and a half a year later here we stand with the PVW Warrior
and the Pit Monster ready to collide!


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              Larry Gionet v. Chad Grimsson
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[Ding! Ding! Ding!]


JM: And we go... Listen to the fans unload!  They are pumped and
ready to see these two juggernauts unleash a hurting on each other.
Grimsson versus Gionet in what is _sure_ to be a barn burner of a
match. The two men circle each other, Gionet the much smaller of
the two, has to be careful in the early going with the much larger
Chad Grimsson.

[Grimsson lunges forward and locked up with Gionet.]

JM: Collar-and-elbow in the middle of the ring... Grimsson
_immediately_ uses his size advantage and pushes the hold back into
the corner. The ref's calling for a clean break...


"_SSSSMMMAAAACCCKKKKKK_ !!!"


... Grimsson feeds the palm of his hand to the side of Larry Gionet's
face!!!

[Gionet's face goes flush with anger as he charges forward, throwing
an errant right hand that Grimsson simply ducks under.]

JM: Gionet turns right into a _huge_ sidewalk slam by Chad Grimsson.
Grimsson relentless in his attack quickly pulls Gionet off the mat..
irish whip.. oooopphhhhh..


"_BBBBBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMM_ !!!"


.. that _had to_ hurt! Right into one of the nastiest spinebusters
that you or I will _ever_ see!

[Grimsson, happy with his handy work slowly crawls up to his feet and
drives a rapid succession of boots into the chest of a stunned Gionet
before hitting the ropes.]

JM: Grimsson off the rope and leaps a _mile_ into the air.. leg dro--


"_TTTTTTTHHHHHHHUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDD_ !!!"


... nobody home!
[Grimsson grabs his tailbone in pain as he sits upright on the mat,
just enough time for Gionet to pounce.]

JM: Larry Gionet charges off the ropes and nails a full steam dropkick
right to the jaw of an unaware Chad Grimsson. Gionet doesn't relent
and continues his assault, perching over a downed Grimsson and throw
rights and lefts down onto the prone Grimsson.

[Gionet rises and pulls Grimsson up behind him. He hooks him around
the waist and lifts him, driving him right back down onto his knee
with a hard backbreaker.]

JM: Larry Gionet is allll over Grimsson with a series of boots to the
chest. Gionet continues his assault and pulls Chad up... right into a
big time bulldog!

[Gionet reaches down and hoists the larger Grimsson up and puts him in
a front facelock.]

JM: Gionet is going for a suplex... block by Grimsson. Grimsson with a
... holy hell almighty...




"_BBBBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMM_"




... SUPLEX INTO A SAMOAN DROP!!!

[Grimsson yanks an immediately groggy Gionet off the mat and
practically rips his arm off as he sends him for "a ride" across the
ring into the opposite corner. The Pit Monster takes a step back and
charges across the ring full speed ahead.]

JM: Huge avalanche by the Pit Monster! Gionet slumps over in the
corner and Grimsson stuffs elbow after elbow into his head. These two
men are leaving little to lack out there tonight and the fans are
eating it up.

[Grimsson easily lifts Gionet back up into a fireman's carry and
plunges down.. driving the back of Gionet's neck into the mat.]

JM: Death Valley Drivah~! The cover...



ONE !!!


TWO !!!


THR ---



... LAST SECOND KICKOUT BY LARRY GIONET!!!

[Grimsson sits up and pounds the mat in a bit of frustration that his
devastating series of maneuvers wasn't able to end this in the early
going. He pulls himself up and scoops Gionet up onto his shoulders.
Driving him face first into the top turnbuckle with a snake eyes.]

JM: Larry Gionet showing a lot of ring rust and is in some serious
trouble you there as Chad Grimsson is all over him right now. Chad
Grimsson like a beast out of a child's nightmare is stalking Larry
Gionet as he slowly crawls his way back to his feet. Gionet is in La
La Land and doesn't see him coming...


"_TTTTHHHHHHWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPP_"


... LARIAT!!! LARIAT!!! HE DAMN NEAR TOOK LARRY’S HEAD OFF!!! GRIMSSON
WITH ANOTHER COVER!!!



ONE !!!



TWO !!!



THR ---


[The crowd pops that the match will continue as a now frustrated Chad
Grimsson quickly pulls Gionet up and stuffs a boot into his gut.
Hooking him around the waist in the process.]

JM: GRIMSSON'S GONNA END IT WITH THE PSYCHO BOMB!!

[Grimsson lifts Gionet up for his modified powerbomb but Larry is able
to use his inertia to flip over the Pit Monster and hook his arms with
his legs.]

JM: GIONET SUNSET FLIPPED OUT OF IT!!! THE COVER...


ONE !!!



TWO !!!



THR ---



... GRIMSSON KICKED OUT WITH AUTHORITY!!!


[Chad comes roaring to his feet before Gionet, furious that the match
will continue he cocks his arm back and fires it across the ring
towards Gionet's head. Larry quickly ducks around to behind Grimsson
and grabs his head.. leaps into the air.. and raises his knees.]

JM: Gionet counters with a lung blower!!! Both men are down on the
mat!

[Grimsson and Gionet both roll around in pain on the mat. Larry uses
the ropes to slowly pull himself up. Grimsson slowly pulls himself up
to his large feet and Gionet charges while he's still crouched over.]

JM: Gionet with a leaping knee to the head of Chad Grimsson! Grimsson
falls _right_ back to the mat. Gionet drops a leg across his throat
and then hooks his other leg around Gionet's head. He’s trying to
choke him out with head scissors on the mat.

[Grimsson writhes in pain on the mat as his face goes red from the
strain. Gionet leans back and pushes his legs together as hard as
possible as Chad reaches up with his long arms, just inches away from
the ropes.]

JM: Larry Gionet might make Chad Grimsson pass out before he can even
reach the ropes here. But you have to wonder if Grimsson’s size can
save him here.

[Which sure enough, it does. Grimsson reaches back in a last ditch
effort and is able to grab the ropes. After a few moments, letting the
hold linger as long as possible, Gionet reluctantly releases the
hold.]

JM: Another second or two there and Chad Grimsson would've been out.
Great awareness by him to be able to make it to the ropes before
fading. But his reward is nothing more than a series of boots to the
back of the head by Larry Gionet.

[Grimsson attempts to rise.. and Gionet kicks him in the back of the
head. He tries again... with the same results. And again. And again.
And again.]

JM: Just a relentless attack by Larry Gionet, and this is what you
need to do to cut a big man down to size. Smart wrestling by Larry
Gionet here tonight.

[Gionet tugs the big ol' Pit Monster back to his feet and places him
in a standing headscissors.]

JM: Gionet's going to piledrive Chad Grimsson and if he hits this this
match could be done for! No! Grimsson with a backbody drop!

[Gionet's back arches the second he hits the mat in pain as Grimsson
collapses forward, using the top ropes to keep himself up. Larry
scurries back to his feet and charges Grimsson.]

JM: Gionet charged right into a big boot! Chad Grimsson nearly took
Larry Gionet's head off right there. That's the _second_ time this
match that the big man has practically decapitated Gionet.

[Grimsson collapses on top of Gionet.]

JM: The cover...



ONE !!!



TWO !!!



THRE ---



JM: GIONET KICKS OUT AT THE LAST POSSIBLE SECOND!!!

[Grimsson trudges back to his feet slowly and leans against one of the
corners of the ring. His eyes narrow as he places his hands on his
knees and crouches over a very prone Larry Gionet, who has slowly
begun to pull himself back up.]

JM: Gionet has his back to Grimsson as he rises in the middle of the
ring. He doesn't see the Pit Monster behind him, measuring him up.
Gionet turns... Grimsson charges...



"_TTTHHHHWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPP_"



... SPEAR!!!



[The crowd pops big time at the effort both men have put into this
match tonight. Grimsson quickly rises, pulling Gionet up after him. He
hooks him in a full nelson and lifts.]

JM: FULL NELSON SLAM!!! After the spear and full nelson slam. Grimsson
may've done _just_ enough to put Gionet away here. He covers him
again...



ONE !!!



TWO !!!



THRE ---



... GIONET GOT HIS FOOT ON THE ROPES!


[Grimsson looks up and stares incredibly at the right foot of Larry
Gionet that's draped across the bottom rope. Smoke practically billows
out of his ears as he rips Gionet off the mat and hooks him around in
another full nelson.]

JM: Grimsson is going for the Spiral of Pain! Say good night, Larry
Gionet!

[Grimsson lifts Gionet off the mat in the full nelson and spins...


... once...


... twice...


... three times...


... and four ...


... and on the fifth revolution the unthinkable happens.]

JM: GRIMSSON LOST HIS GRIP AND GIONET FELL FOWARD TAKING GRIMSSON WITH
HIM IN A VICTORY ROLL!!!

[The Pit Monster's big legs kick frantically as Gionet holds them as
tightly as possible.]



ONE !!!



TWO !!!



THREE !!!



JM: DID HE KICK OUT?!?


[DING! DING! DING!]


JM: GIONET GOT HIM! LARRY GIONET ESCAPES TONIGHT BY THE SKIN OF HIS
TEETH!

[The Pit Monster is up and he is demanding the referee to call the
victory off.  Gionet raises his hand as he quickly rolls out of the
ring obviously unsatisfied with his first performance back inside the
ring in nearly six months, but his hand is raised.]

JM: Chad Grimsson is shouting at the official, but Max Kelly isn't
having any of it.  With Zero Tolerance he knows he is safe ... for
now.

[Grimsson stares down at Larry Gionet who returns the glare.  He then
turns that menacing stare towards the referee.  If you were a lip
reader you would see some very poor language coming from the Pit
Monster's lips right now.]

JM: Grimsson was looking to hurt Gionet and send Benedict a message,
but that is two losses in a row now for the Pit Monster and you can
tell his mind isn't focused right now.  Not many men can pin his
shoulders to the mat or submit him.  Actually I can't remember the
last time Chad Grimsson submitted.

[The camera catches Gionet half way up the aisle way.  He turns and
looks one last time at the Pit Monster kicks the ring steps sending
them a few feet across in frustration.]

JM: Grimsson may be upset at the counter that lead to his defeat, but
he will take solace in the fact that we are one step closer to
Shattered Dreams where he will finally get Ronan Benedict in a last
man standing war ... What a war that will be!


   LARRY ~!!!   LARRY ~!!!   LARRY ~!!!   LARRY ~!!!   LARRY ~!!!


   LARRY ~!!!   LARRY ~!!!   LARRY ~!!!   LARRY ~!!!   LARRY ~!!!


   LARRY ~!!!   LARRY ~!!!   LARRY ~!!!   LARRY ~!!!   LARRY ~!!!


JM: The fans showing respect for Gionet in his return and he found a
way even if it wasn't his usual way to win.

[At the top of the ramp way ... Gionet stops and he slowly turns back
towards the fans who are showing the PVW warrior respect and he raises
his fist in a sign of thanks.]

JM: What a battle between those two gladiators.  The Pit Monster's
mind and focus has been wrapped into Benedict for months.  Tonight he
gave what appeared to be a little rusty Gionet a run for his money,
but fell short.

[Chad Grimsson and Ronan Benedict's image is shown on the monitor with
Shattered Dreams icon in the middle.]

JM: Finally with the scored tied at one win a piece these two former
best friends will step inside the ring with everything on the line.
Last Man Standing rules hands one man the victory with no questions
left unanswered.  Before we get too far ahead of ourselves.  The
Ravager is set to step inside the ring with WMI's one man wrecking
crew.

[Images of the monitor fade.]

[Heavy guitars and drums cue up, ushering in the opening riffs of
DevilDriver's "Before the Hangman's Noose".  The silhouette of a small
man is barely seen behind the curtains, his head bowed low.  Then, as
Dez begins the opening lines, the curtains part.  And Ronan Benedict
steps out and onto the stage.]

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

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

JM: The ravager looks ready to dish out some pain.  His further run in
with the Pit Monster has him in a bad mood.

["Rooster" by Alice In Chains rocks the PA system.  The six foot nine
Widowmaker wrecking machine emerges from the back.  The Misery Machine
stares right down the aisle way at Ronan Benedict inside the ring.  He
begins to walks slowly down the aisle way keeping both eyes on Ronan
Benedict the whole time.  Finally reaching ring side he points at the
Ravager demanding that referee Jay O'Riley checks Ronan for weapons.]

JM: It appears Marcus Manson doesn't trust Ronan Benedict.

[The fans let out boo's as Jay O'Riley begins checking Ronan Benedict
for weapons.  While the ref is checking him Manson dives under the
ring from behind and stands ready to pounce as soon as the bell
rings.]

JM: Manson ready to unleash damage and Bendict backs into Manson ...

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                 07.26.09 Damage Control
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                    One on One Action:
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            Ronan Benedict v. Marcus Manson
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*DING!* *DING!* *DING!*


JM: The bell rings and Benedict is ready and ducks under Manson's
onslaught!


"___TWAAAAAP___"


"___TWAAAAAP___"


"___TWAAAAAP___"


... Big leaping kick and Manson into the ropes and double leg take
down and DOWN GOES MANSON!

[Benedict sprawls position and begins paint brushing the back of the
misery machine's head as the fans are going wild.  Manson uses his
size advantage and pushes himself up and steps right out of the early
destruction of the Ravager ...  However Benedict leaps forward not
giving Manson any time to regain his senses and lands a brutal knee!]

JM: Look at Ronan Benedict go!   Benedict off the ropes front kick
doubles over Manson ... DOUBLE UNDERHOOK!  HOLY MOTHER OF GOD ...


"___THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"


ONE !!!


TWO !!!


... NO MANSON KICKS OUT AFTER A DOUBLE UNDERHOOK SUPLEX!

[Benedict totally in the zone ... Yanks Manson up and treats him as if
he is the Pit Monster ... He goes for an Ipponzei shoulder throw ...
But it's blocked.  Manson yanks the Ravager into a front facelock and
it's quickly followed by a series of brutal stiff forearm shots ...]


"___THUUUUUD___"


"___THUUUUUD___"


"___THUUUUUD___"


JM: Snap Suplex!  Manson quickly into a mount position ... The Misery
Machine is firing off closed fists and referee Jay O'Riley doesn't
like this one bit!

[The fans roar in boo's as Jay O'Riley begins to count after his
warning falls on deaf ears ...  After reaching the count of four.
Armbar ... brings Benedict to his feet and scoops him up slamming him
down on the mat and it's followed by an immediate elbow drop into a
dragon sleeper.]

JM: Uncharacteristic of Manson, but he has always been an above
average grappler.  His size just makes it easy to bully his opponents,
but Ronan Benedict may be smaller, but he has proven to be one of the
most deadly grapplers in the PVW!

[Manson holds the drag sleeper on tightly.  Ronan tries to maneuver
himself, but the large arms of Manson keeps the Ravager stuck in one
spot.  The fans begin to rally behind Benedict and their cheers begin
to aid in firing up Benedict.  He breaks out hitting the ropes and
ducks under a Manson swing for the fences and hits the ropes, but
Manson turns just in time ... Tilt-a-whirl, but the 202 pounder uses
his momentum and lands on his feet and jab ... jab .. jab .. He
reaches back for the big cross, but Manson blocks it and grabs the
Ravager's head and slams his own with a brutal head butt that sends
both men down to the mat in serious pain.]

JM: The head butt from hell right there!  Manson was seeing stars with
those vicious jabs.  He used his head as a weapon and he paid the
price for it.

[The fans are cheering as both men reach their feet.  Manson tries to
bring Benedict close back in, but quick knee strikes back the big man
off.  Benedict grabs Manson by the arm and whips him across with a big
irish whip!  He charges forward with a big leaping knee, but Manson
catches him and drives him down ...]


"___BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM___"


JM: SPIIINNNNEBUUUSSSTTAAAAH!


ONE !!!


TWO !!!


THR ---


... Shoulder up at the very last second!  The Ravager still has fight
left in him.   Listen to those fans roar!

[Manson backs away as Benedict begins to slowly push himself up
suffering from the impact of that massive spinebuster.  Manson takes
off charging  ...]


"___KAAAAATHUUUUUUUNK___"


[MASSIVE HEEL POP!!!]


JM: Freaking nasty!  The Misery Machine just _punted_ Benedict right
into the ribs!

[Manson yanks the ravager up and sends him into the ropes ... On the
rebound he sends Benedict sky high with a big backdrop.   Manson is
far from being down and he continues the pace and to further weaken
his opponent by yanking the two hundred and two pounder up with ease
and into a military press ...]


"___THUUUUUUUUD___"


JM: Manson is now punishing Benedict for those earlier stiff shots.
The Misery Machine yanks him up and .... OH MAN BRUTAL SHORT-ARM
CLOTHESLINE!

[A close-up shows a foaming, but smiling Marcus Manson.  His eyes
glare right into the camera as if he is enjoying dishing out this high
level of punishment.]

JM: Manson has Benedict right back up and ... Slingshot Suplex!  A
very loosely cover ...


ONE !!!


TWO !!!


... Benedict kicks out with an authority!

[Manson is far from over though.  He pulls Benedict up and ...
Gutwrench and positions him for a powerbomb, but as he lifts the
ravager up quick sharp elbow strikes crash into the Misery Machine's
skull and he drops Benedict and stumbles backwards ... Charges forward
with another short-arm, but Benedict ducks under and spins right into
a roundhouse kick taking Manson off his feet!  Manson fires back up
and kneelift to Manson's face ... another ... a third ... a fourth!
Benedict bends Manson over, places a knee on the back of his head,
slams Manson face-first to canvas with a knee coming down full force
on the back of the Misery Machine's head!]

JM: Benedict out of nowhere just unleashed a combination and he hooks
a leg could it be over?


ONE !!!


TWO !!!


THR ---


... NO! At the very last second Manson kicked out and referee Jay
O'Riley is on his feet holding two-fingers up!

[Benedict fires up with a roar.  Manson begins scooting himself
backwards towards the corner trying to regain his senses, but Benedict
notices his target and zooms in.  He takes off charging and ... Stiff
running knee to face of the seated Marcus Manson in corner ...]

JM: Benedict's knee just crashed into Manson's skull!  This could be
over!  Wait Benedict locking on a Figure Four Armlock!!!  Is he
looking to submit two near seven feet beast in back to back shows!?!

[The hold is locked on and Manson looks to be desperate and he makes
it to the ropes forcing referee Jay O'Riley to begin the count down.
Two ... Three ... Four ... Five ??? Benedict drops the hold and Manson
rolls to the outside.]

JM: Benedict has the Misery Machine rattled!  And he is headed to the
outside right after the six foot nine Widowmaker wrecking machine!

[Benedict follows closely and spins Manson around.  Forearm shot ...
Big reaching back cross!  Sweeping Low Kick that takes Manson down on
the cement.  The ravager has that look in his eyes ... He yanks the
Misery Machine up and he begins setting him up on the ring apron ...
The fans begin to stir and go wild!]

JM: What is Benedict doing?  He is setting up Assisted Spike DDT!  If
he hits this Marcus Manson may not make it to Shattered Dreams!

[Benedict locks Manson's head ... He begins to yank, but Manson grabs
his ground.  In one fluid motion the six foot nine, near three hundred
beast flips into a blockbuster sending both men crashing down to the
cement!]


"___SMAAAAAAAAAAAACK___"


JM: HOLY MOTHER OF GOD!!!

[Both men are laid flat down on the cement as the fans are hot for the
huge spot.  Referee continues to count both men out.  He reaches six
and Manson begins to stir. He slowly reaches his feet at eight count.
He has the smaller Benedict rolls him in and hooks a leg at nine ...]


ONE !!!


TWO !!!


THREE ???


[HELL MUTHA F'N YEAH POP!!!]


JM: Unbelievable!  Benedict had enough left in the tank to lift his
leg and place it on the bottom ropes right before Jay O'Riley's hand
slapped the mat for three!  This monster of a match will CONTINUE!

[Manson pushes himself to his feet.  He stumbles backwards showing
signs of the effect of that blockbuster on the outside. He drops down
in a-bit of frustration and hooks the leg for another cover.]


ONE !!!


TWO !!!


THR ---


... Another kick out by Benedict!  Manson's look of lack of focus now
turns to anger.  He yanks Benedict up and sends Benedict into the
ropes FLAPJACK SPINEBUSTER ... Another cover!


ONE !!!


TWO !!!


THR ---


[YOU CAN'T PIN RONAN POP!!!]


JM: Manson is pulling out all the stops and he hasn't been able to pin
the ravager!  Manson yanks Benedict up and he looks to be going for
his Lights Out ... Sleeper drop, but Benedict counters with a
jawbreaker!

[Manson stumbles backwards just in time to taste a desperation thrust
kick by Benedict that sends the Misery Machine down to the mat.
Manson leaps back up and Ipponzei Shoulder Throw out of nowhere and
begins to lock on a Jujigatame, but Manson dives into the ropes not
allowing that deadly submission to get hooked.  Benedict stumbles
backwards still feeling all kinds of effects, but he calls for Manson
to "come on".]

JM: The Ravager is calling the Misery Machine out!  And by the look at
Marcus Manson's face he doesn't like it one bit!

[Manson back to his feet and he storms forward with a big right, but
Benedict getting what he wants easily ducks under it.  Jab ... Jab ...
Jab ... Hook!  Manson is reeling!  Benedict marches forward, but is
caught with Manson's leaping ace crusher ...]


"___THUUUUUUUUUUUD___"


[SHOCKING HEEL POP!!!]


JM: WIDOWMAKER BY MANSON OUT OF NOWHERE!  HE HOOKS A LEG!


ONE !!!


TWO !!!


THREE ???


... You _have_ to be kidding me!  Benedict shoulder just shot out!
What does it take to keep this guy down?

[Manson's eyes go a little wide, but a smile quickly forms across the
lips of the Misery Machine.  A kick out means the fight goes on and
Marcus Manson isn't one to turn down a fight.  Manson yanks Benedict
up and begins to set up for the devastating heart punch, but Benedict
fires off stiff kick ... another stiff kick ... He hits the ropes --]


"___KAAAAATHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"


[GROANING HEEL POP!!!]


JM: MANSON CONNECTED THAT HEART PUNCH AFTER ALL!!!!!  Nobody in the
PVW has gotten up from this move.

[Manson stands staring down at Benedict who crumbled from the impact.
He finally drops down for the cover.]


ONE !!!


TWO !!!


THREE!!!


JM: Benedict fought tooth and nail against the Misery Machine, but in
the end.  The Widowmaker enforcer used almost every big move in his
arsenal and put Benedict away.

[Across the monitor the Shattered Dreams logo appears in the middle
with a series of ladders around it.  Above it sits the PVW Network
Championship.]

JM: The only other match that has been confirmed for Shattered Dreams
that we haven't talked about is El Outlaw LOCO defending the PVW
Network Championship in a ladder mania match.  We have been told there
will be multiple challengers and the first one will be named on
Heatwave to the winner of the high paced scramble match!

[Images on the monitor fade once again.]

JM: We are down to our final match here tonight.  Before we cut to the
ring ... Dean Hayes apparently recovered from the bullying of Gibson
Hayes is backstage with another one of Todd Johnstone's men ...

[We cut backstage, to Dean Hayes as he stands alongside the massive
form of Dr. Mal Practice MD.  Mal, clad in his to-ring attire: white,
full length tights with the snake-staff caudecus symbol of the medical
profession running down both legs, printed in blue.  His white boots
each have a red cross on the side.  Mal also wears white wristbands, a
lab coat, headmirror, and a stethoscope around his neck.  He also
carries his infamous black doctor's bag in his right hand.  Alongside
him is the inimitable Todd "The Rod" Johnstone, JTF Manager Of The
Mid-Year.  He's wearing an especially lovely beer-vomit tan suit and
grass-stain green shirt today.

Dr. Mal is an odd-looking man.  Tall and broad-shouldered, his body is
basically a thick wall of muscle and fat.  He has a flat-top hairdo,
dark brown with large grey streaks running across thetemples.  Mal has
big dark bushy eyebrows, and a thin dark mustache.  Dean Hayes starts
the interview as Mal smiles broadly.]

DH: Dean Hayes here backstage with Dr. Mal Practice MD, alongside his
manager, Todd "The Rod" Johnstone.  Conspicuous by his absence yet
again is your tag team partner, Mal, the other half of PAIN, Ohno Ow.

Dr. Mal: That's DOCTOR Ohno Ow.

DH: Not anymore, it seems.  Just last week, you had to convince Ohno
that Herschel von Donkerhardt was a movie director to even get him to
compete in a match!  And tonight, he's not even in town from what I
hear!

[If Dean had anything else to say, it disappears in a puff of cigar
smoke.]

TJ: Shut your hole, you wouldn't even be here if they had started the
abortion a couple days earlier, your opinions are worth about as much
as the crack pipe your father used to drug your mother insensiate so
she wouldn't know where to go for palimony when  you crawled out of
her rotting uterus.

Dr. Mal: Now, now, Todd, that's fine.  Dr. Ow is in Hollywood,
pitching the movie we told him to come prepare for last week.  You do
notice how he dressed for that six-man tag, yes?

DH: He was wearing his old PAIN attire, which he hasn't done since...

Dr. Mal: Exactly.  Ohno was auditioning for his own autobiography.
And now he's in Hollywood trying to sell it to a studio.  He's been
there for days now, and I suspect this will end all of this silly
actor nonsense.  Really, spending a week in Hollywood trying to get
something done with studio executives?  After this, Ohno will never
want to so much as go into a theater again!  He'll come back to
medicine, and it'll be just like old times again.  Then we can wring
our million dollars out of Jack Baldwin, and take the PVW Tag Team
Titles as a means to pad the bank account... uh, all in the name of
medical science of course!  Testing supplies and experimental
procedures are not inexpensive!

DH: I'm sure.  So in other words, you lied to Ohno and sent him to go
embarrass himself in Hollywood to crush his dreams.

TJ: Hey, not bad.  That's the first sapient thought you've had since
you stopped sniffing glue last month and switched to sniffing Tom
Landis' crotch instead.

Dr. Mal: Dennis...

DH: DEAN.  You're not Danny Daniels, you do that on purpose!

Dr. Mal: Sure thing Don.  Acts of mercy are not always gentle.  You
need to break bones to set them properly, you need to push someone's
limb into a bear trap to get them out with everything still attached,
you need to send someone through withdrawals to break an addiction,
and you need to crush dreams when those dreams are self-destructive.
Dr. Ohno Ow was born to be a healer.  With him at my side, I made more
money... WHOOPS, I mean healed more people than I ever could alone.
And that is why tonight, I'm going solo.  This is supposed to some
kind of Unholy War preview, but in reality, it's just a teaser.  Once
Ohno comes back to his senses, and PAIN is back together the way we
always were, Unholy War will be a simple coronation ceremony.
Tonight, I'm just going to take the liberty of removing a few
stumbling blocks from our path.

Now if you'll excuse me... the doctor is in!

[Mal and Todd exit stage left, leaving Dean behind.]

DH: Dr. Mal sounds pretty confident that his problems with Ohno Ow are
going to be resolved.  But I wonder how much focus he's got on
tonight's six-man tag team match.  Back to you, Morgan.

JM: I am joined by the good Reverend ... Julian Caine

JC: Praise the lord Joshua it's good to be here and it's good to be in
the holy state of Michigan!

JM: It's an honor to joined by such a man of the lord.

JC: PVW is on a crusade Joshua.  Everyone has heard the calling of the
great Jason Keening and Zero Tolerance has paved the way to wrestling
garden of eden!

JM: There has always been one match that was the one that made tag
team wrestling rise above all.  One match where eight teams all
clashed in complete and total Unholy war!  Tonight in our main event
six of the men who will take apart of Unholy War at Shattered Dreams
will step inside the ring in an Unholy War preview.

[Herk Douglas stands in the center of the ring ready to announce the
six men set to wrestle in the main event.]

HD: This match is scheduled for one fall.  Introducing the first team.
First from Halifax, Nova Scotia ... Weighing in at three hundred and
twenty five pounds.  Representing the Prophets of Rage.


DEREK RAGE !!!


[As "The Death March" begins, Derek Rage strides out from behind 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.]

JM: The Prophets came so close to recapturing the PVW tag team titles
on Heatwave.  You can bet big Derek Rage is ready to continue their
streak to placing those golden belts back around their waist.

JC: You have to favor any Prophet of our good lord.  Derek Rage
wrestles tonight with our good lords blessing.

[The Offspring's 'Hammerhead' starts to play over the house speakers.]

HD: Hailing from Los Angeles, California, accompanied by HARLEY QUINN
O'CONNOR and weighing in at 180 pounds, he is one-half of JOKERS WILD,
'EL SAVAJE' . . . JOSEPH . . . RIZAL . . . ESTRADA!!!

# I AM THE ONE #
# CAMOUFLAGE AND GUNS #
# RISK MY LIFE #
# TO KEEP MY PEOPLE FROM HARM #

['El Savaje' Joseph Rizal Estrada emerges from the backstage area
dressed in a pair of black trunks, with the word "SAVAGE" in stylized
dark red lettering across the seat, black knee pads and blackboots.
Harley Quinn O'Connor emerges behind him, wearing a black T-shirt and
jeans. Estrada takes a moment to regard the crowd, while O'Connor
gives him some words of encouragement and pats him on the back, as he
starts walking to the ring. As he makes his way down the aisle, only
once or twice does Estrada reach out to slap the hand of a fan.]

# I'LL TAKE A LIFE #
# THAT OTHERS MAY LIVE #
# OH, THAT'S JUST THE WAY IT GOES #
# I'LL SHUT MY EYES #
# IT HAMMERS IN MY HEAD #
# WHERE IT'LL END, NOBODY KNOWS #

[Reaching the ringside area, Estrada climbs onto the ring apron and
steps through the ropes, into the ring. Estrada stands in the middle
of the ring with his left arm raised. As the music starts to fade,
Estrada heads to his corner, where he does some finals stretches while
waiting for the match to start.]

JM: Estrada and Derek Rage just giving one another glances.  These two
were on opposite sides on that tag team title match on Heatwave.

JM: One day trade blood and the next slapping hands.  Only in
professional wrestling Joshua.

HD: And finally ...

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

"Wild Side" by Motley Crue kicks into high gear over the announce
system as a figure appears at the entryway.

HD: Wrestling out of Las Vegas, Nevada ... Weighing in at three
hundred and five pounds.  He is one half of the Wild Cards ...

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

HD: BLACK JACK BALDWIN !!!

[The fans erupt into applause as Baldwin makes his way down to
the ring slapping hands with the fans as he goes.  As Black Jack
reaches ringside, He steps over the top ropes takes a look at Estrada
and then over towards Derek Rage.  There is obviously no love loss
between the two former tag team champions.]

JM: Massive amounts of experience in the corner of these three men.

JC: Baldwin is the biggest pretender of them all.  He has these fans
eating out the palm of their hands only to stab them in the pack with
his sinful pranks!

JM: Not a Wild Cards fan I take it?

JC: Was it that obvious?

HD: And their opponents ...

[The cheers quickly turn to thumbs down!]

HD: Introducing first ... Wrestling out of River Hebert, Nova Scotia.
Weighing in at one hundred and seventy five pounds ...

[The dull throb of a single snare drum is heard as the lights dim. Red
and white spotlights shine on the entrance.]

*BRUMP*

*BRUMP*

*BADDABADDABADDABADDABADDA BRUMP*

*BRUMP*

*BRUMP*

*BADDABADDABADDABADDABADDA BRUMP*

HD: MARC DENIS !!!!

[The last echo of the drum fades out, and then the guitar twang of
"Last American Exit" by The Tragically Hip starts to play, as the boos
pick up quite a bit.]

# You know the reasons I can't conceal #
# You know I'm leaving you obviously know how I feel #
# You know I'm tired of crawling 'hind my name among the crowd #

[Marc Denis steps out onto the ramp.]

# It's not a matter of wrong or right #
# It ain't much better than drinking and looking to fight #
# It's not as easy as calling out your name when I'm down #

[Denis with his brown hair cut short, wears a red and white singlet
begins to head down the aisle way.]

# I'm on the last American exit to the northland #
# I'm on the last American exit to my homeland #
# I'm on the last American exit to my last chance #
# They keep calling out my name - I shout it down #

[Marc Denis approaches the ring.  He stands on the outside of the ring
as Black Jack Baldwin leans over still remembering the last time the
two tag team warriors were inside the ring together.  Denis nod's
eagerly as he turns awaiting his partners before entering the ring.]

HD: Now introducing wrestling out of Reno, Nevada ...  Weighing in at
two hundred and forty pounds.  Representing the Made Men and
Widowmakers Inc.


MARK MASTERSON !!!


["Lakini's Juice" by Live hits the PA system. Shortly after the music
starts, Masterson exits backstage and takes a position in the center
of the entrance platform.  He looks down, and raises his fists into
the air, accompanied by flashbang-style pyrotechnics.  He then makes
his way to the ring, focusing on the ring alone.  Feeling moderately
favorable, he reaches out his hands to be high-fived by the crowd, but
is ignored as the fans toss their thumbs down showing their dislike
for the Widowmaker.  Masterson looks at Denis who is standing on the
outside and decides to walk up the ring steps keeping both eyes on the
three men standing across the ring.]

JM: Mark Masterson is all business.  You can't ask for a cooler cat
then this guy.  His nerves can't be rattled and tonight he is looking
to send a message to PVW's tag team divison.  For long enough they
have carried the Widowmakers banner and put their aspiration of PVW
gold on hold.  At Shattered Dreams it's their chance.

JC: Mark Masterson looks like a man who goes to church every Sunday.
A nice family man who can keep his work at work.

[The video screen cuts to a close-up of a billowing American flag, as
"Humanitarian", a modified-lyric version of "Real American" by Rick
Derringer, begins to play over the PA.  The crowd begin to boo very
heavily.]


MUSIC:  #When it comes crashing down and it hurts inside..
        #Just give Mal a call and you'll be alright...
        #If you hurt your head and you hurt your spine...
        #Mal will fix it up and it'll all be fine...

[The big screen continues to play the PAIN entrance video, which
mingles match highlights, highlights of promo antics of the past, and
clips of them participating in a ticker-tape parade (but instead of
ticker-tape, people are throwing trash at them).  As the crowd
continues to boo Dr. Mal Practice and Todd "The Rod" Johnstone step
out onto the entrance ramp. Mal, an odd-looking man with a flat-top
hairdo that is dark brown with large gray streaks running across the
temples, happily waves to the fans, blowing kisses like a
stereotypical politician.  Johnstone shakes his head in annoyance at
this as he follows behind.  The rotund manager is wielding his black
polished, silver tipped cane as if he desperately needs someone to
touch him so that he can smash him in the Adam's apple with it.]

JM: Here comes Dr. Mal, one half of the Physicians Advocating
Innovative Neoprocedures.  PAIN would be one of the favorites at
Shattered Dreams, if only they were on the same page!

JC: True, but did you hear what Mal just said before the match?
Ohno's as good as cured!  He'll be back to his old self as soon as
those Hollywood studios reject his idea for an autobiographical movie.

JM: Not even Hollywood studios would approve that project.


        (chorus)

        #MAL IS A HU-MAN-I-TARIAN!!
        #Ending the...


[Music cuts.  Uh oh.  Mal stops abruptly, obviously not expecting
this.  All of a sudden the arena goes dark, and the video screen turns
green, showing that message about how "this ad has been approved for
all audiences".]

CROWD:  *CONFUSED POP*

JM:  What is going on here?

JC:  Sssshhhh!  Quiet during the movie!

[Mal stands in confused bewilderment for a moment, as the screen
changes to show a rising sun on a barren landscape, and the classic
movie voice-over begins to speak in overly dramatic fashion.]

VO:  In a world, without hope...

[The scene changes to starving children in countries like
Somalia.]

VO:  ...where disease and epidemics run rampant...

[The scene changes to a shot of men in sterilized hospital rooms
wearing bio-hazard suits.]

VO:  ...SARS... Mad Cow Disease...

[The scene changes again, this time sowing masses of raving,
screaming, zombie like people, with red eyes, in what looks
conspicuously like a scene ripped from "28 Days Later".]

VO:  ...Bird Flu...

[The scene changes again, this time to what is obviously a scene
from the old Alfred Hitchcock film, "The Birds", showing a swarm of
birds attacking people.]

VO:  ...and Swine Flu...

[The scene changes to a clip of large boars breaking through a
wooden fence, then cuts quickly to a ringside shot of Jack Baldwin
turning around in surprise, and an obvious blue screening the boars
stampeding into the ring, that the then suddenly puts "CENSORED FOR
TV" logo over it, as obviously animated blood splatters.]

Jack Baldwin: [obviously dubbed over]
AAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

VO:  ...one man stands, determined to bring healing to the world.

[The camera cuts back to Mal in the asileway.  We can see his
mouth moving, saying "That must be me!"... then the screen switches to
Meili with that starry eyes look on her face, reaching up towards the
sky.]

Meili:  Ooooooooooohnooooooooooo.

[And... Mal's eyebrows raise in that special "WHAT THE HELL?!"
kind of way. The screen now shows Ohno standing in the classic
superman pose, the Hong Kong skyline in the background.]

Ohno:  I will SAVE, YOU ALL.

[The scene changes to an arena full of people cheering in unison.]

VO:  Starring, the greatest Hong Kong action movie star EVER,
Ooooooooohnooooooooo, as HIMSELF!

[The screen changes to a still of a person who is obviously Dr.
Mal, but with a big question mark over his face, and the words, "Part
of Dr. Mal Practice, M.D. to be determined".]

VO:  ...with his sidekick, Dr. Mal Practice...

[Mal angrily yells "SIDEKICK?!" loud enough to be heard through
the camera mic near him.  The screen then changes to Gilbert Godfrey,
in the clasic striped prison outfit holding on to the bars of a sell.]

VO:  Gilbert Godfrey as Dr. Jack Kevorkian...

Gilber Godfrey: [shaking the bars]  GET ME OUT OF HERE!

[Mal is even louder and angrier as he yells "GILBERT GODFREY?!".
The voice over gets louder and more dramatic now, the words appearing
in giant letters on the screen...]

VO:  COURAGE...

[The scene changes again, this time to one of thousands of
Japanese people running from Godzilla, and a blue screened in Ohno
standing and pointing and Godzilla, berating him.]

Ohno:  I NO scared YOU!  China have MUCH scar-i-er MONSTER!  And WE
eat them with rice NOODLE.  Very YUMMY. [Does the Neo kung fu pose
form
"The Matrix"] YOU bring IT ON!

[The scene changes yet again, this time to Ohno sitting in a
throne, being fanned by an entourage of beautiful women in harem
outfits.  A woman in an even skimpier outfit approaches him, bowing
low, and looking up at him like she's about to burst into tears.]

VO:  ...PERSERVERENCE...

Woman:  I'm sorry, master... no-nothing can be done... there is no way
we can find it in time.

[Ohno jumps from his thrown and stands shouting out in his best
determined-sounding voice.]

Ohno:  NO!  We can NO accept THIS.  No mat-ter WHAT it TAKE...

[The woman looks up at him smiling, a look of apparent awe on her
face.]

Ohno:  We WILL find COFFEE shop open THIS late!

[Now the screen cuts to a picture of thousands upon thousands of
samurai drawing their swords, then changes to Ohno doing a series of
martial arts katas, and then finger gesturing for them to come.
Cutting back to the samurai, they let out chorus of battle cries,
charging across the field.]

VO:  ...AND BEATING UP THE JAPANESE!

[Ohno does the classic Street Fighter Hadouken pose, and the
screen then cuts to an image of an atomic bomb blast.]

*BOOOOOM!*

VO:  The Ohno Ow Story! [quickly and quietly] This-is-not-yet-rated.

Voice of Gibson Hayes: I'm Gibson Hayes and I know this movie is 100%
awesome!

[With that, the lights return to normal, and "Humanitarian" continues
right where it left off.  Mal is just standing there, still facing the
screen, jaw still dropped.]

        #     ...pain of every man!
        #MAL IS A HU-MAN-I-TARIAN!!
        #Doing what's right, to save your life!

JC:  ...

JM:  ...

JC:  ...that movie... is going to be the greatest EVER!

JM: Disregard what I said about the Hollywood studios.  They will
obviously approve ANYTHING.

JC: Well, duh.  After such epics as Ishtar, Waterworld, and
Battlefield Earth, was that even in question?

JM: The only question I have is this: can we have one PAIN or Hayes
match without them adding more people to the list of lawsuits against
PVW?

[Todd walks up to Mal and waves his hand in front of his face...
nope, nothing.  He's having a Blue Screen Of Death moment.  Todd
eventually has to  smash him in the face with his cane to wake him up.
Mal holds his cheek, and turns very surly, very fast.  Mal and Todd
then head down the aisle.  Mal is so miffed that he's not even
bothering to play to the crowd, and that's a bad sign.  As they get to
the ring, "Humanitarian" cuts because this is a six-man tag and we
have to keep these entrances short.  Uhm, oops?]

JM: Six men are now inside the ring... Six of the men who will be
apart of PVW's first version of unholy war.

JC: What a wicked name for the match.  I bet those who stand up
against the righteousness of Zero Tolerance came up with that.

JM: Well actually it dates quite a ways back to -

JC: [interrupting...] For all those kindred and kind hearted PVW fans
at home.  If you would like to join the good fight and stand side by
side with PVW's own white angel Jason Keening.  You can call
1-800-555-ZERO to donate what you can to pledge your support for PVW,
Zero Tolerance, Jason Keening, and the good lord!

JM: Umm...

JC: What good Joshua you are in a sling because of that walking
abomination Spectre.  You should be the first one to pledge.  How much
do you have in your wallet.

JM: I think 50 dollars.

JC: It's a good start.

JM: Big Derek Rage has gotten his wish as Baldwin and Estrada step to
the outside.  On the other side it doesn't take a genius to figure out
who will start the match off.  The Pokerface, Mark Masterson will
start against the Prophet.


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                 07.26.09 Damage Control
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                      Six Man Action:
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Baldwin, Estrada, and Rage v. Mal Practice, Denis, and Masterson
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*DING!* *DING!* *DING!*


JM: That's the magical sound of the bell and the Unholy War preview is
under way!  Mark Masterson and big Derek Rage look ready to lock up.

[... but the grapple turns into a Masterson side headlock. The Made
Man tightens his headlock on the big seven footer, but Rage manages to
counter with a hammerlock, easily taking Masterson down into a double
leg trip.]

JM: Derek Rage showing that he isn't just all size in there with the
cold as ice Mark Masterson.


"___SMAAAAASH___"


"___SMAAAAASH___"


JC: They say Derek Rage has the hand of god and he is punishing
Masterson with those big smashing down fists.

JM: Rage reaches back and tags in Black Jack Baldwin.

[Nice POP from the crowd as Baldwin rushes in and plows down Mark
Masterson with a clothesline. Baldwin backs Masterson into the ropes
with right hands, then whips him across ... Baldwin takes Masterson to
the mat with a hip toss and as Masterson gets up, he runs right into
an arm drag.]

JM: Jack Baldwin firing up the crowd! Baldwin charging at Masterson as
he pulls himself up in his corner ...

[... but Masterson hits Baldwin with a drop toe hold onto the second
turnbuckle, then rolls off to the other side of the ring.]

JC: Masterson had that planned and telegraphed it perfectly.

JM: Marc Denis is holding Baldwin against the second turnbuckle while
Dr. Mal Practice pounds away on him.  Give me a break!

[The two play innocent once Masterson stops distracting the referee
and approaches Baldwin, putting the boots to him.]

JM: What do you have to say about that Mr. Pro Zero Tolerance?

JC: What the referee has complete control of the action inside the
ring.  Plus it was on Jack Baldwin ... Jason Keening would approve.

[Masterson tags out to Marc Denis, despite Dr. Mal Practice wanting to
get in the ring more and punish Baldwin. Todd Johnstone screams at
Masterson who ignores the annoying PAIN manager. The Canadian Legacy
member steps in while Masterson locks Jack Baldwin in a double chicken
wing and starts blasting away at the face, then the ribs of the Wild
Card with right hands. Masterson lets go of Baldwin and exits the ring
leaving Marc Denis to fend for himself.]

JC: Nice double teaming by Masterson and Denis.  It looks like they
are both here for the same reasons.  Maybe it's a little too personal
for Mal Practice.

JM: Estrada cheering on Baldwin as Marc Denis backs Baldwin against
the ropes with forearms to the face, then takes a moment to put his
hand over his chest and sing the opening verse to "Oh Canada."  What
is this?

JC: Hey god loves Canada too.

[Marc Denis whips Baldwin off the ropes but drops to the mat, allowing
Baldwin to easily jump over him and bounce off the opposing set
of ropes.  Mal Practice trips his nemesis and yanks him to the
outside!]

JM: Mal Practice is taking things in his own hand!

[The PAIN member winds up like he is going to ram Baldwin's head into
the apron, and instead spikes his Adam's apple into the edge of the
apron!]

JC: Ouch!  I guess he is taking things just a little personal Joshua.

[Estrada is shouting at the referee who was a tad slow making it over
to Mal Practice's corner.  He hold's his arms up as he backs away with
an evil smile looking at Baldwin.]

JM: And UP and over goes MARC DENIS!!!

JC: Well timed I must say.

[Fans boo loudly as Denis yanks up Baldwin and whips him towards a
leaping down Masterson who leaps off the apron with a clothesline.]

JM: It doesn't appear that Mal Practice, Masterson, and Denis are
interested in playing by the rules ... HERE COMES ESTRADA AND HE
SUMMERSAULTS OVER THE ROPES AND ONTOP OF MARC DENIS!


[REVENGE BITCHES POP!!!]


JC: That right there was a bit questionable.  I am going to have to
ask Jason Keening to look at that.

JM: Estrada is unloading rights on Marc Denis now!  The referee is out
and forcing Estrada back to his corner.

JC: Honorable move by the official right there.

[BOOOOOOO!!!!  Masterson right there to grab the upper hand and rolls
the still shaken Baldwin under the ropes and drills him with a low
blow.]

JM: Masterson now claiming to be the legal man and taking full
advantage with a low blow while the referee's back is to him.

JC: If Estrada would play by the rules none of this would happen.

[The referee now back to paying attention, but Masterson now
distracting the ref by vehemently claiming he did not hit Baldwin in
the balls after being accused by Estrada ... Mal Practice into the
ropes and from behind with a LOW BLOW of his own!]

JM: What is going on here?

JC: I know Baldwin is annoying and all, but this is getting insane!

[The referee notices Mal Practice in the ring now and he marches
towards telling him to get out ....  Masterson turns towards Baldwin
who is now sweating in pain and PUNTS him right in the gonads for a
third strike in the area no man should ever be striked!  The fans are
now in a full fledge chorus of boo's as Masterson retags in Marc Denis
who has made it back to the apron.  He see's Baldwin bent over in pain
and charges going for a Leap-Frog over the Wild Card but Baldwin with
just enough concentration left grabs Denis in mid-air and into an
inverted atomic drop!]

JM: Baldwin with just enough fight left in him!  Baldwin quickly takes
a step back and goes for a big kick but Marc Denis manages to catch
it...

JC: This could be trouble for Baldwin one more shot below the belt and
the poor guy could be in some serious danger.

[Denis jerks Baldwin's leg causing him to fall on his back. Denis
begins locking on the figure four but gets shoved off into the corner
and tagging in Dr. Mal Practice as he bounces his own head off of the
top turnbuckle.  The fans boo as Mal Practice steps over the top rope
but Baldwin in no condition to take on his rival tags in Joseph
Estrada who steps in, uncaring he's clearly outsized.]

JM: Look at Estrada he is pointing at the evil PAIN doctor.  He has
been itching to get inside the ring and the two men LOCK UP!

[Huge pop for the confidence of the Jokers Wild member who floats
behind his larger opponent for a rear waist lock. Mal Practice tries
to
reach behind himself but can't reach Estrada. The PAIN member runs
backwards, slamming Estrada back-first into the turnbuckles to break
the waist lock.]

JC: A nice way to get Estrada off him.

JM: Mal Practice turns around with authority and begins putting the
boots to Estrada ... Look at the viciousness from Dr. Mal Practice.  I
thought he was a doctor that brought good to people!

JC: Perhaps he will put Estrada out of his misery and end this quick?

[He whips Estrada into the opposing corner with such might that he
bounces off the turnbuckles and staggers back into the middle of the
ring where he's blasted with a huge clothesline. Mal Practice drops
down and makes the cover -]


ONE !!!


TWO !!!


JM: NO! Baldwin is in to break the cover.

[Mal Practice is up and having words with Jack Baldwin as he's
backed into his corner by the referee and forced to leave the ring.
Derek Rage just stands till looking on.]

JC: Major tension between Baldwin and Mal Practice.

JM: Mal Practice pulls Estrada up and whips him off the ropes but
El Savaje ducks a clothesline from the big PAIN evil doctor. Estrada
dives at Mal Practice for a crossbody but gets caught!

[... and hooks Estrada as if for a kneebreaker but instead of dropping
Joseph's knee across his own he drops all the way to the mat, spiking
it in with Estrada's full weight and his own behind it!]


"___THUUUUUUD___"


[GASPING HEEL POP!]


JM: What force behind that version of kneebreaker by Mal Practice.

JC: What's he doing now he is pointing and staring at Jack Baldwin ...

[... and hits Estrada with a legdrop. Mal Practice makes the cover
again, this time keeping his eyes on Baldwin.]


ONE !!!


TWO !!!


JM: This time Estrada kicks out on his own at the two count!

JC: I'm not sure how.  Those are punishing moves by Dr. Mal Practice.
The force and attitude behind them is evil.

[Mal Practice pulls Estrada up and repeatedly drives his knees
into his ribs. The PAIN doctor whips Estrada off the ropes again and
ducks down for a back body drop but Joseph Estrada stops short and
hits Mal Practice with a hangman's neckbreaker counter to a huge
thunderous pop.]

JM: What a counter by Estrada and Baldwin has his arm out calling for
the tag.

JC: Oh now he wants to mix it up with Mal Practice.  How heroic!

JM: Masterson and Denis both reaching for the tag on their side.

[Both men pull themselves back up leading to Estrada, getting his
second wind, bouncing off the ropes for a running attack. Mal Practice
grabs Estrada and throws him in the air for a flapjack but Estrada
comes out of nowhere with a hurricanrana.]

JM: Estrada reaching a burst!  Mal Practice stumbling to his feet ...
ESTRADA LEAPS INTO THE AIR ...  SPIN KICK!


[HELL YEAH POP!!!]


JC: Estrada is now crawling to his corner ....


[HE TAGGED THE BIG GUY IN POP!!!]


JM: BIGGGGGG DEREK RAGE!

JC: This could begin to get interesting.

[Mal Practice is up only to eat a big charging clothesline that takes
him back off his feet.  Marc Denis rushes in but is lifted with ease
into a gutwrench ....]


"___THUUUUUUUUUUD___"


JM: SUPLEX!  Masterson is met by Jack Baldwin ...  Baldwin whips
Masterson towards Derek Rage and goes for a hiptoss, but lifted right
up ....


"___SMAAAAAAAAAAAASH___"


... POOOWEEERRRRRRR SLAAAAAAAAAM!!!!!


[THUNDEROUS POP!!!]


JC: The distraction has given Mal time to recover as he takes down
Derek Rage with an amateur takedown.

[That quickly is turned into a float over, using his collegiate
technique to get the big man in a front facelock on the mat.
He then rubs his face in the mat.  Each time he rubs Rage's face in,
he yells out: "YOU. ARE. NOT. THE. GREATEST. TAG. TEAM. EVER. WE.
ARE."  He punctuates this by standing up and throwing Rage over the
top rope to the floor... However the ring wasn't totally cleared yet
and he eats a _sucker_ punch by Jack Baldwin and Mal Practice
scrambles backwards reaching up to tag in Marc Denis.]

JM: Denis springboards and leaps ... Derek Rage up on the outside
CATCHES HIM ...


"___SMAAAAAACK____"


... GUTBUSTER!!! And rolls Denis right under the ropes and retags in
Baldwin.

JC: Derek Rage and Jack Baldwin shockingly working quite well
together.

JM: Two tag team legends putting their differences aside for the night
to send a message.

[The Wild Card picks the Canadian up in a suplex, but lands him crotch
first over the top rope, so that he is straddling it... Baldwin then
grabs the rope and bounces it up and down with gusto till Denis fall
off holding his family jewels as the crowd pop in laughter.]

JC: Now that's uncalled for!?!  Who taught he that move Spectre?

JM: I know from experience that Spectre is more precise and painful.

JC: Well he is the spawn of Satan.

[Dr. Mal Practice is complaining to the referee as Todd Johnstone
shouts that Gibson Hayes won't stand for such tactics in his PVW.
Jack Baldwin begins mocking the down Marc Denis holding his lower
section.]

JM: Baldwin calls that Hold 'em's Revenge.  Finally he drops down and
hooks a leg for the cover!


ONE !!!


TWO !!!


[BOOOO THAT BASTARD HEEL POP!!!]


JM: Dr. Mal Practice breaks up a pin by walking in and stepping on
Baldwin's throat!

JC: Hey if you are going to break the rules I guess you might as well
do it with style.

[The referee is quickly pushing Mal Practice out as Baldwin rolls over
and tags in Estrada who is in, but Masterson has grabbed Denis legs
and yanked him out of the ropes and rolled in as the legal man as Mal
Practice kept the official busy.  Both men are in and charging as
Estrada ducks under a clothesline attempt and springboards off the
ropes and takes the Made man down with a leg clothesline!]

JM: Big reaction from the fans!  Estrada isn't wasting any time he
knows that Masterson is dangerous and pulls him to his feet and goes
to whip him off the ropes but Masterson reverses.

JC: I guess he wasn't quick enough.

[Estrada leaps up onto the second rope and does a No-Handed
Springboard Moonsault Press, taking Mark Masterson down. Estrada gets
up quickly and nails Masterson right in the sternum with a pendulum
elbow drop. El Savaje makes the cover!]


ONE !!!


TWO !!!


JM No! The pin is broken up by Mal Practice _again_! HERE COMES JACK
BALDWIN!!!


[HELL YEAH POP!!!]


JC: Baldwin is going to work on the good doctor!

[While Derek Rage comes in and knocks Marc Denis easily off the ring
apron. Mal Practice takes control of his brawl with a knee to the gut,
then hits a few clubbing blows to the back. Derek Rage attacks Mal
Practice from behind but takes a rake to the eyes and is backed up
against the ropes ...]

JM: The referee is trying with all his might to regain control of this
match ... MAL PRACTICE turns around right into a super kick by
ESTRADA!

[Mal Practice rolls to the ring apron holding his jaw... Baldwin is
back to his feet and shrugs as he bounces off the ropes and dives
through the ropes taking out Marc Denis who was getting to his feet
while the referee begins pushing Derek Rage to the outside.]

JM: Look at Estrada he is beginning to lock on the Salvaje Stretch on
Masterson ... BUT MAL PRACTICE IS RIGHT BACK IN!!!


"___THUUUUUUUUUD___"



JC: Clubbering kick to the back of his skull.

[Masterson rolls to the outside.  Derek Rage shoves his way through
the official and grabs Mal Practice from behind in his guillotine
choke hold!]

JM: Death in Darkness!!!

JC: Too bad Derek Rage isn't the legal man.

JM: Neither is Dr. Mal Practice.

JC: Tell the referee that.  He is calling to Derek Rage to get out of
the ring.

[Mark Masterson pulls Rage off and lifts his unexpecting opponent to a
Fireman's Carry, then tosses Rage's legs toward his back and takes a
seat, driving Rage's chin into his shoulder as the body falls to the
mat.]


"___THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"


JM: Dead Man's Hand by Masterson, but Baldwin is in!!!!


[DONT TURN AROUND FACE POP!!!]


... Tilt-a-whirl ....


"___THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"


[FIIINNNIIISSSHHHAAAA POP!!!]


JM: The Roulette!

JC: Again the referee is calling Estrada and Mal Practice the legal
men.

JM: That would have just put Masterson out of the match who is the
_real_ legal man.


"___KAAAAAATHUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"


JM: GOODNESS!  Ghettoblaster to back of Baldwin's head by Marc Denis
who is pumping his fists!

JC: Look out for ...

[Estrada from behind and locks Salvaje Stretch on Marc Denis.  Denis
quickly taps, but is not the legal man.]

JC: I was going to say Estrada, but I guess it don't matter now.

JM: Marc Denis is tapping away, but the referee isn't calling the
match.  There is a groggy Dr. Mal Practice up ...

[He walks over, grabs Estrada by the neck with both hands and lifts
him, and spikes the Jokers Wild member down on his head!]

JM: Reflex Check ... HOLY MOTHER OF GAWD!

JC: Say what?

JM: I apologize Reverend.


ONE !!!


TWO !!!


THREE !!!


[HUGE JEERING HEEL POP!!!]

JM: What a finish to an insane preview of what is to come on Shattered
Dreams.  PVW's tag team divison is alive and well!

[Everyone is laid out...  Even Dr. Mal Practice who was able to gain
the pin is on his back looking up.]

JM: We are out of time ... I'd like to thank the good Reverend for
joining me tonight.  WHAT A MATCH!!!! WILL ANYONE SURVIVE UNHOLY WAR?!

[... and with that we fade to black.]








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Estrada/Mal Practice, Denis, and Masterson
Chris: Gionet/Grimsson

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