Damage Control - May 18th 2009
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[Fade into Gavin Cassel sitting on a bench eating a granola bar. He
totally ignores the camera, bent over, elbows on knees, looking at the
ground. He looks up and sees the camera, then shakes his head "No" and
points to his left. The camera obliges and pans to Gavin's left, and
finds Katrina Cruz, clipboard in hand, ready to speak.]
KC: We would like to thank all of the people who have recently come up
to us in airports, at luggage pickup, at restaurants-
GC: (off-camera) At bars.
KC: -at places of merriment, and said so many wonderful things. Yes,
Gavin was most certainly the finest wrestler at Boiling Point. And
yes, Gavin most likely made himself a substantial pay raise with his
athletic feats. And true, this was only a slight taste of the
potential my client has.
But more than all of that, it was a warning shot.
Over the past few weeks, PVW has given Gavin Cassel ample opportunity
to prove his worth. Every time that's happened in the past, Gavin has
blown his opportunity, or, as I have learned in the parlance of the
wrestling business...
[Finger quotes in the air.]
KC: ..."dropped the ball".
[Quotes off. Kinda like SAP.]
GC: Hey!
KC: It's true, isn't it?
[Katrina looks at Gavin, who shrugs after a moment.]
KC: But that all changed at Boiling Point. Gavin Cassel has turned the
corner. He was the _talk_ of Boiling Point, and then followed that up
by teaming with Will Geddings, on a whim, to beat the Network. How
many people can lay claim to that? That's as good of a two weeks as
you can get... and it's just the beginning.
[Katrina looks up from her clipboard and adjusts her glasses, and then
smiles the disarming smile that makes her look so sweet and innocent.]
KC: Thank you for your time.
[Katrina exits stage right, but Gavin enters stage left, wearing
ripped up jeans and a mundane PVW: Heatwave t-shirt.]
GC: One thing 'Trina forgot to mention is that everyone and their
brother seemingly wants to jump on the bandwagon. Todd Johnstone, Rick
Marley, Craven, suddenly everyone is a big fan. And while I appreciate
your offers, boys, take a look around you. The economy is down. You
can buy a house for fifty bucks. We've got the most underqualified
president in the history of America in office, because he harnessed
the power of Facebook and the unemployed. Let's face facts.
It's shitty out there.
The most valuable commodity I've got these days?
[Gavin grins.]
GC: Is me. Good ol' GC. Three weeks ago you didn't want anything to do
with me and Katrina, and now suddenly we've got business cards out the
ass. Thanks for noticin', men, but we've already got what we're
looking for.
A little respect. We got that through hard and a some elbow grease,
and now that I earned that... maybe I'm not looking to be a leech.
I've already got a manager, chums, and she's rapidly becoming the best
in the business. Why take on another one, why play second fiddle to
anyone when I can win the championships on my own, and she can take
care of everything else?
What's the point in having another talking head, when I just conquered
my own? I'll never come out and tell you that I stand for life,
liberty and the pursuit of happiness, but I will tell you that I've
never felt better about myself than when I took out those two schmucks
with Geddings, and I've been to three spring breaks and two rehabs.
Way I see it, I've made my feelings about these stage three clingers
perfectly clear... and Randy Acorn, you're just an extension of them
all.
You're the kind of guy who expects things because of who he is who
listens to the fanfare and sits on his ass.
[Gavin hooks a thumb at himself.]
GC: I'm the kind of guy who looks for people like you, and then breaks
'em down. I hope, I hope, that our match provides enough emphasis for
Craven to get the message.
Can you have Gavin Cassel? Say it with me...
...no you _can't_.
[Cassel goes to turn away, but then comes back.]
GC: And Outlaw LOCO... I haven't forgotten about you. No one puts
their hands on Katrina Cruz.
No one.
[The screen goes black, simple white text fading in:]
Strickland Sports Network is proud to Present...
Music:
#YEAAAH!
#The world is my expense
#The cost of my desire
#Jesus blessed me with its future
#And I protect it with fire
#So raise your fists and march around
#Dont dare take what you need
#I'll jail and bury those committed
#And smother the rest in greed
#Crawl with me into tomorrow
#Or i'll drag you to your grave
#I'm deep inside your children
#They'll betray you in my name
[Highlights of Nick Wright sailing over the top rope to cruse Laurel
Levinger flash up on the screen, followed by Rob Cole landing punch
after punch onto the unprotected head of "The One" Brian Young.]
#Hey!
#Hey!
#Sleep now in the fire
[William Craven (as Major Damage) plants Rick Marley across the steel
stairs with a Thunder Melter. Gibson Hayes blinds the Dragon Kid with
a handful of salt to the eyes.]
#Hey!
#Hey!
#Sleep now in the fire
[Larry Gionet exchanges punches with Ronan Benedict. Shadoe Rage
piledrives Judd Marley through a table.]
The lie is my expense
The scope with my desire
The party blessed me with its future
And i protect it with fire
I am the nina, the pinta, the santa maria
The noose and the rapist, the fields overseer
The agents of orange
The priests of hiroshima
The cost of my desire
Sleep now in the fire
[The Mercenary gets nailed by various members of Widowmakers Inc. as
they fire him. Chase Williams stretches Caleb Foley's arm, making him
cry and tap out in front of his dying father.]
Hey!
Hey!
Sleep now in the fire
[Livestock and Gutch jump Rob Cole together in the ring. Randy Acorn
poses at the top of the entryway to the ring with a smirk on his
face.]
Hey!
Hey!
Sleep now in the fire
[Xavier Feyr plants Tommy Ryder with his Purge elevated DDT. Vandal
Gomez nailing Will Geddings with a fireball to the face.]
For it's the end of history
It's caged and frozen still
There is no other pill to take
So swallow the one
That makes you ill
The nina, the pinta, the santa maria
The noose and the rapist, the fields' overseer
The agents of orange
The priests of hiroshima
The cost of my desire
Sleep now in the fire
YEAAAH!
[Rick Marley flies through the air, crushing Tucson Kid's head between
the steel chair under Marley's leg and the metal briefcase he was laid
out on.]
Sleep now in the fire!
Sleep now in the fire!
Sleep now in the fire!
Sleep now in the fire!
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[The camera cuts to a modern-looking set, a metal-heavy desk sitting
in the middle of the floor with the words "Damage Control" in large
block letters with a TV screen embedded into the first "O".
Sitting in the midst of the set is the lone figure of long time
wrestling announcer Joshua Morgan. The thin, pale skinned dark haired
reporter is wearing an expensive black suit with a blue shirt and
black tie, 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! We also had an alarm placed at the door incase we have any ...
[Morgan looks down at his arm that sits in the sling.]
JM: Unexpecting guests.
[Morgan readjusts his collar showing signs of being uncomfortable.]
JM: Anyways let's not jinx ourselves. Tonight we have ourselves a
nice little lineup. A PVW Network Championship match. A Boiling
Point rematch. A six man mega event. It's quite obvious that
management is making a push for Damage Control to become the number
two wrestling show in America after PVW Heatwave. However before we
dive too much into the night we were sent some security camera footage
to air.
[The scene switches to black and white, security camera footage, with
the words "LAST WEEK AFTER HEAT WAVE" appearing at the bottom of the
screen. The shot appears to be of the parking lot in the arena, as
Referee Jim Pearson makes and Dean Hayes walk through the parking
lot.]
DH: Are you sure there's no trouble? I mean, you can hitch a ride
with...
JP: No, it's alright. I'm sure my wallet will turn up somewhere.
Probably just lost it in the car seat or something anyway. See you
soon.
DH: Alright. See ya.
[Dean Hayes walks off in the other direction as Jim Pearson gets into
his car, straps in and starts up the engine. The engine starts up
without any trouble, and we see the car back out of the parking space,
and drive towards the entrance of the parking garage, only to have a
black Mustang SVT Cobra pull in front of him. We can just barely hear
Jim Pearson in his car.]
JP: What the HELL!?
[The Cobra neither shuts off its engine, nor does it move, but the
driver's side door opens, and an all too familiar figure in a black
treanchcoat gets out of the car. It's "Bloodlust" Xavier Feyr.
Xavier
silently walk up to Pearson's car, which has been cut off by his, and
knocks on the window; a smirk on his face. We can see Pearson through
the windshield, looking understandably nervous, as he rolls the window
down a crack. Xavier reaches into his pocket, and pulls out a wallet,
which he opens to show Pearson the driver's license through the
window.]
XF: [in a disturbingly calm tone] I think you dropped this.
[Jim stares at Xavier for a moment, his eyes wide and his jaw hanging
open, as everything sinks in. Xavier simply smiles and slips the
wallet into the car through the cracked open window. He then turns to
walk away, but then stops and turns his head to speak to Pearson again
for a moment.]
XF: [still smiling] Don't worry... as long as that Zero Tolerance
Policy is in place, you have nothing to worry about.
[With that, Xavier gets back into the black Cobra, and drives off,
leaving Pearson sitting in his car, alone in the parking deck.]
JM: ::mutters:: If only Zero Tolerance actually worked. Oh tape is
running. Anyways Xavier Feyr is obviously holding a grudge with a PVW
official. Jim Pearson's mercy to Chris Tate has obviously not set
well with the WMI madman. Either way I know from experience that
can't make Jim Pearson feel safe, Zero Tolerance or not. It's time to
go to our first match!
*Ding Ding*
[Herk Douglas lifts up the microphone to announce the
first match..]
HD: Ladies and Gentlemen...
*PUM PUM-PUM PUM PUM-PUM PUM PUM-PUM-PUM-PUM-PUM-PUM*
[Suddenly Herk is interrupted by tribal drums that begin to play
over the PA!]
JM: What in the world is this? Wait.. Are those wind chimes?
[Wind chimes begin to play over the top of the tribal drums
when suddenly...]
JM: Oh My God! Call Doc Holliday we're under attack by Injuns!
[Two Native American men, one with long hair, one with short
hair, both wearing long tan pants with tassels, white wrestling
boots underneath, white wrist tape and a white headband with a
feather in it.]
[They're also doing a goofy version of Native American dancing.]
[POP]
[And they're also familiar to some of the wrestling fans!]
JM: Wait a minute! It's that team from that goofy named wrestling
organization that closed down almost a year ago!
[The two Native Americans do their goofy "Indian" dance all the
way to the ring. Then they climb onto the apron, climb into the
ring and begin to dance around Douglas.]
[POP]
JM: Oh My! They have Herk Douglas under siege!
[The two men stop and look out at the crowd.]
[POP]
[Then the one with long hair extends his hand for the microphone.
Herk looks around and then cautiously hands it to the long haired
man. The man nods his head at Herk and flashes a smile at the crowd.]
[POP]
Long Haired Man: Hello PVW Fans!
[SELF POP]
LHM: Some of you may remember us from someplace else.. But if you
do not know of us let us introduce ourselves! I am Al Tonka!
[Tonka hands the microphone to the short haired man.]
SHM: And I am Greg Bull!
[Bull hands the microphone back to Tonka and both men huddle
together.]
Together: AND WE ARE APACHE BLOOD!
[Indians are cool Pop!]
AT: It has been a while since last we stepped into a ring and
did battle with others! We use to go by a tag team name that was
very suitable for us in the condition we use to suffer from. We
were called "Addiction" because I was addicted to the fire-water
and my cousin..
[Points to Bull.]
AT: He was addicted to gambling!
[Bull nods nervously and starts back tracking towards the ropes.]
AT: Addiction is a terrible thing people! I want all the young
people out there to take a look at us! We are shining examples
of two people who have overcome addiction!
[Bull begins fishing in his pockets for something while Tonka
talks on.]
AT: The vice like grip of the fire-water is a horror like none
can believe! I want all young people to avoid the fire-water!
The fire-water will corrupt your soul and then consume it with
fire because it is fire-water!
[Bull begins pulling out lottery tickets and dumping them over
the ropes to the outside!]
[POP]
AT: Fire-water will appear to fill your veins with fighting
spirit but it's only appearances because inside it is working
against you making your body weak and vulnerable to attack and
your mind blind to the logic you need to get ahead in this world!
[Bull pulls out a scratch off and notices it hasn't been scratched
off yet and begins pestering the referee!]
AT: Fire-water addiction is horrible! I spent all this time since
the demise of that other place we were at rehabbing and getting
over my addiction to the evil fire-water! It was hard soul searching
work but I did it! I conquered the fire-water and now I am back
to fight for truth, justice and the thrill of the fight!
[The referee shrugs, pulls out a quarter and hands it to Bull, who
snatches it and immediately begins scratching off the ticket.]
AT: My cousin.. He overcame a horrible addiction as well! While I
was rehabbing for my fire-water addiction, he was in rehab conquering
an addiction to gambling!
[Bull looks wide eyed at the ticket.. then gets an angry look,
as he apparently has won nothing from it.]
AT: My cousin should be an example held high on a pedestal for
all people! He went to a rehab in La Vegas, Nevada and amidst
all that gambling and temptation.. Surrounded by it at all sides..
He overcame his addiction!
[Bull tosses the ticket over the ropes and hands the quarter
back to the referee angrily.]
AT: The addiction to gambling is just as soul destroying as the
addiction to chemical substances! My cousin can tell you all about
it!
[Al turns and sees Greg flashing a big fake smile at him.]
AT: Cousin, tell them about your struggle and victory over gambling!
[Greg takes the microphone and looks around nervously.]
GB: Ah.. Gambling is bad! Don't.. ah.. Don't gamble!
[Greg nods and hands the microphone back to Tonka.]
AT: See?! He has conquered it and is now talking against it!
Young people.. Avoid fire-water, gambling and other addictive
things! It's not good for you or anyone!
[Al nods his head earnestly while Greg looks around nervously.]
AT: But we not here just to talk about evil of addictions.. No.
We have arrived here in PVW for one reason.. To fight!
[Now your talking POP!]
AT: We know there is a tag team match fixing to take place
right now so we will leave because we know there are rules
against being around a certain point when fights happen and
we like to follow the rules! But make no mistake people of
Phoenix Valley Wrestling.. Apache Blood are here to fight
and to once again hold tag team gold around our waists!
[POP]
AT: The fighting spirit of our Apache ancestors flows in
our veins and is ready to come alive and explode through
our fists so tag teams of PVW be on notice.. Apache Blood
have arrived, we're focused, no addiction to distract us
any more, and we are here to fight!
[Al makes a serious face.. which looks goofy instead of
serious.]
AT: Fear us PVW Tag Teams!
[Greg huddles with Al.]
Together: FEAR!
[The drums begin up again and the two men start up their
dance once more, running around the referee this time.]
JM: Apache Blood, formerly the tag team known as Addiction,
are here in PVW and apparently.. they really have it out
for vice and addiction to vice!
[They climb out of the ring and run up the entrance ramp,
high fiving young kids as they do, and then disappear to
the back.]
JM: I guess we can have that first match now!
[The arena lights dim and laser lights begin to play along the
rafters. After a moment a breathy woman's voice comes over the PA
system and asks "Are you ready to go Wild?"
"Wild Side" by Motley Crue kicks into high gear over the announce
system as two figures appear at the entryway.
The first is a well built man with short cropped sandy blond hair
wearing a black long legged singlet with purple tights over the top.
On the outside of his black wrestling boots there is a picture of a
pair of dice (showing snake eyes).
The second, and larger is a heavily muscled, bald man with a goatee.
Standing nearly seven feet tall, he wears a black long legged singlet
with purple tights over the top. On the outside of his black
wrestling boots there is a picture of a pair of cards (Jack of Spades
and Ace of Spades...which matches the tattoo on his right bicep). He
wears black elbow and knee pads to finish off his gear.]
HD: Now making their way to the ring, weighing in at a combined total
of 540 lbs. They are "The Gambler" Judd Marley and Black Jack
Baldwin...
THE WILD CARDS!
[The fans erupt into applause as the three men make their way down to
the ring slapping hands with the fans as they go. As they reach
ringside, Baldwin steps over the top rope while Marley climbs the
turnbuckle in the 'Cards' corner points out to the fans, stands on the
second turnbuckle looking out into the crowd for a moment before
hopping down and facing his opponents.]
HD: Their opponents ... Hailing from River Hebert, Nova Scotia and
Montreal, Quebec, Canada respectively, at a total combined weight of
500 pounds...
...here are Alain McDonald, Marc Denis, otherwise known as "CANADIAN
LEGACY"!
*BRUMP*
*BRUMP*
*BADDABADDABADDABADDA BRUMP*
... No music follows.
[Denis is wearing a red and white singlet, and carrying a large
Canadian flag, a mic tucked under an arm. MacDonald, carrying a flag
with the fleur de lis, wears a pair of blue and white tights.]
Denis: "Please rise, remove your hats, and join us in honouring the
Canadian National Anthem."
[He and MacDonald place their hands over their heart, the flags
resting over their shoulders, as an instrumental version of "O CANADA"
plays over the sound system.]
After the music, the two make their way to the ring, both of them
waving flags to show their solidarity in the union between the nations
of Canada and Quebec. The two climb into the ring, go to opposite
corners and wave their flags.
This team looks different.]
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03.12.09 Damage Control
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Tag Team Action:
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Wild Cards v. Canadian Legacy
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*DING!* *DING!* *DING!*
JM: I have to say Canadian Legacy looks a bit different with out Don
Cameron at their side. I don't know if Jack Baldwin and Rick Marley
want to laugh or what but Canadian Legacy doesn't look the slightest
bit amused.
[Bell has rung, and MacDonald and Denis quickly double-team Wildcards,
trying to get the momentum in their corner. The two wrestling
veterans quickly work over the Wild Cards as referee Max Kelly tries
to get control of the match in the early going.]
JM: Canadian Legacy are here to make a statement and they are starting
off by working over the Wild Cards! I don't think they enjoyed being
shocked by those Mounties Shock Sticks at Boiling Point very much.
[Big kick to Baldwin's stomach by MacDonald. He whips Baldwin into
the corner with a big Irish whip. Denis sends Marley into the corner
and crashes right into his tag team partner! Judd Marley stumbles out
and a dropkick by Marc Denis sends him through the ropes and to the
outside. MacDonald charges in and drives with a big shoulder crashing
into Baldwin and Denis steps outside to his ring corner as big
MacDonald drags Baldwin into his corner and tags Marc Denis right back
into the match.]
JM: Denis back in and MacDonald holds Baldwin's arm up and Denis kicks
him right into the rib section.
[Denis backs big Baldwin up with a knife-edge chop. He backs him up
again, but Baldwin grabs and twists Denis around and against the ropes
and unloads with right hands. MacDonald taps Denis shoulder as the
battle is still in their corner and as Baldwin begins a comeback
MacDonald comes from behind with a double-axe handle to slow him
down.]
JM: Team work is keeping the energetic Wild Cards down. MacDonald now
driving the boots into the side of Baldwin and Denis joins in as the
official is counting Denis out. JUDD MARLEY HAS HAD ENOUGH!!!
[POP as Marley comes roaring out, but before he can reach his partner
he is cut off by the referee trying to keep control of this match.
The cheers quickly turn into jeers as Canadian Legacy lift up a now
dazed Jack Baldwin and SPIKE DDT...]
JM: Denis rolls out as Marley leaves cursing under his breathe.
MacDonald hooks a leg and folks this one can be over.
One ...
Two ...
Three ???
[HUGE POP!!! Baldwin shot a shoulder up breaking the count as the
referee leaps up holding only two fingers up. Alain MacDonald shakes
his head as he re-tags in Marc Denis and MacDonald holds Baldwin down
as Denis shoots over with a dive landing right on Baldwin. Denis
hooks a leg!]
One ...
Two ...
Three ???
JM: NO!!! Baldwin shoots another shoulder up! The veteran duo of
Canadian Legacy is working Black Jack Baldwin completely over. Judd
Marley is itching to get the tag.
[Marley holds his arm out as Denis holds Baldwins head towards Marley.
Denis begins paint brushing the back-side of Baldwin's head. With
each slap a loud "TWAP" is heard. A frustrated Marley begins to work
his way in, but Denis yanks Baldwin backwards and re-tags his partner
holding him as MacDonald drives his big boot right into the mid-
section. Baldwin stumbles backwards into the corner and MacDonald
drives all his weight forward squashing Baldwin and another cover!]
One ...
Two ...
Three ???
JM: NO ANOTHER NEAR FALL!! I have to admit I am impressed with the
new fire of Canadian Legacy. Maybe the solution was getting rid of
Don Cameron. All signs thus far point to it.
[MacDonald charges and drills Marley who is standing on the side...
Marley says "screw this" and rushes in, but only _again_ to be stopped
by the referee. The fans begin to boo loudly and MacDonald uses the
bottom ropes to choke Baldwin. Denis drops down off the ring apron
and hits him right in the chops from the outside! Marley quickly
steps out saying - "This is bull%#&#!"]
JM: I have to agree with Judd on this one. Canadian Legacy is having
their way and they aren't following the books right now. MacDonald
rolls out and Denis in as the referee is back down for the cover.
One ...
Two ...
[Another kick out brings the fans to their feet. They want a tag!
They need a tag! Denis drives down his boots as Baldwin begins to
push himself up. Denis hits the ropes and Baldwin fires up catching
the cross-body and FALL-AWAY SLAM!!!!!!! THE FANS ROAR FOR THE FAN-
FAVORITES!]
JM: BALDWIN DROPS DOWN TO HIS KNEES! HE IS SPENT ALL THE DAMAGE HAS
TAKEN IT'S TOLL. MARLEY HAS HIS HAND THROUGH THE ROPES ... MACDONALD
IS CALLING FOR HIS PARTNER. THIS IS THE TIME TAG TEAMS ARE MADE OF!
[The fans are behind Baldwin as he begins the crawl towards Marley.
Denis makes a diving tag and MacDonald is in. He rushes through ....
BUT THE CRAFTY VETERAN STOPS AND KICKS MACDONALD AND TURNS .....
HUGE ROARING POP AS BALDWIN MAKES THE HOT TAG!!!!]
JM: LISTEN TO THE CROWD!!! MARLEY IS IN AND MACDONALD SWINGS...
BLOCKED!!!! MARLEY JUST UNFREAKINGLOADS!!!!!
MARLEY!!! MARLEY!!! MARLEY!!! MARLEY!!!
MARLEY!!! MARLEY!!! MARLEY!!! MARLEY!!!
MARLEY!!! MARLEY!!! MARLEY!!! MARLEY!!!
MARLEY!!! MARLEY!!! MARLEY!!! MARLEY!!!
[... And the non scumbag Marley obliges. Marley with a side suplex!!
MarC Denis rushes through, but is caught and Russian leg sweep!
Marley quickly back up as MacDonald is pushing his way up and
SPIIINNNNEBUSTER!!!! Marley holds the legs of MacDonald as Baldwin
jumps high in the air and drops a leg across his throat for a little
redemption! Judd immediately turns him over into a Boston Crab as
Baldwin comes to his feet and hits a running Yakuza kick right to the
nuts of Alain MacDonald. The referee missed the clear cheating move
as he was this time pushing Marc Denis out of the ring. Baldwin drops
down and rolls out as Marley this time hooks a leg!]
One ...
Two ...
Three ???
JM: NO!!! This time it was Canadian Legacy turn to kick out. Marley
isn't slowing down however he is going for a crossface armbar, but
MacDonald out of desperation dives into the ropes.
[BOOOOOO... Marley shrugs and turns and BITCH SLAPS Denis right
across the face for a little pay back!]
SLAP THAT BITCH!!! SLAP THAT BITCH!!! SLAP THAT BITCH!!!
SLAP THAT BITCH!!! SLAP THAT BITCH!!! SLAP THAT BITCH!!!
SLAP THAT BITCH!!! SLAP THAT BITCH!!! SLAP THAT BITCH!!!
JM: Folks I don't know what they are chanting, but it doesn't sound
pretty.
[Marley turns back, but MacDonald with a jawbreaker slows down the
gambler. The fans excitement begins to die down as MacDonald clips out
the right leg and tags in Marc Denis. The two men whip Marley across
... MARLEY DUCKS UNDER A DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE ... CANADIAN LEGACY TURNS
AND MARLEY GRABS BOTH MEN AND DDT ON BOTH!!!!!
HELLLLL YEAH POP!!!!]
JM: JUDD FREAKING MARLEY!!!!! Tag is made ... Judd has Denis the
legal man up ...
"___THUUUUUD___"
[Northern Lights Suplex, but as he arches, Baldwin steps in and places
his knee right
behind Judd so that the Wild Cards hit a Northern Lights Backbreaker
on him.]
JM: MacDonald using the ropes to regain his feet - BALDWIN SENDS HIM
OVER!!!!!!
[... This don't look good for the new and improved Canadian Legacy,
but the fans are on their feet! Baldwin hoists Denis up into an
inverted crucifix power bomb position, Marley catches the opponent's
head in a jumping cutter on the way down from the ropes ...
FINNNNIIISHHHHAAA POP!!!!]
JM: The Stacked Deck!!!
One ...
Two ...
Three !!!
JM: Wild Cards continue to stay Wild in the PVW!
[Marley and Baldwin raise their arms as the fans are on their feet...
Let the celebration begin ---
"___CRRRRAAAAACCCKKK___"
"___CRRRRAAAAACCCKKK___"
STUNNNED JEERING POP!!!]
JM: GOOD GRIEF! MACDONALD RETURNED INTO THE RING WITH THAT STEEL
CHAIR AND HE JUST DINTED BOTH MARLEY AND BALDWIN'S HEAD WITH IT!
SORE LOSER!!! SORE LOSER!!! SORE LOSER!!!
SORE LOSER!!! SORE LOSER!!! SORE LOSER!!!
SORE LOSER!!! SORE LOSER!!! SORE LOSER!!!
[Denis made it back to his feet and MacDonald points to Marley and the
two both MacDonald and Denis climb ropes opposite each other. Top
turnbuckle. MacDonald comes off with a HUGE elbow, crushing Marley,
then Denis comes off with a frog splash nailing the gambler.]
JM: My note says this is Canadian Legacy's new finisher called "A Mari
Usque Ad Mare", which is Latin for "From Sea to Sea".
[Denis yanks Baldwin up who is still dazed from that unforgiving steel
chair shot across the temple. Whips him towards MacDonald Tilt-a-whirl
.......
"___THUUUUUUD___"]
*** DING DING ***
*** DING DING ***
*** DING DING ***
JM: This is a disgrace. They will be in trouble with zero tolerance.
However it doesn't appear they care as MacDonald is lifting Baldwin
back up...
"___THUUUUUD___"
[ghettoblaster to back of head by Marc Denis. Finally enough
officials are in the ring that Canadian Legacy back off as the damage
is over done.]
USA !!! USA !!! USA !!! USA !!! USA !!!
USA !!! USA !!! USA !!! USA !!! USA !!!
USA !!! USA !!! USA !!! USA !!! USA !!!
USA !!! USA !!! USA !!! USA !!! USA !!!
JM: The fans are sending Canadian Legacy a message. They may have
lost the match here tonight, but they showed a new more deadly
Canadian Legacy that's for sure. How will the Zero Tolerance come
down on on them?
[Well, well, well. We have "Swingin'" Dean Hayes, decked out in a pair
of khakis, loud aqua, red and yellow Hawaiian shirt, standing with
America's hero: Gibson Hayes in front of the black and orange PVW
tarp. Gibson is wearing a t-shirt with: "Gibson Hayes for Commissioner
2009" that is cut so he can wear it like a poncho. Gibby's wrestling
trunks are a swirl of red with black and highlights of electric
purple. A terry cloth towel graces the American champion's shoulders.
The real Hayes's hair is wild, kind of blackish red and 'froing
everywhere. A headband graces Gibby's head and the man is about to
speak.]
Dean Hayes: Gibson, can I get a word...
[Gibby snears.]
Gibson Hayes: Zip your trap, you quisling! This is a travesty! This is
a bleeding travesty!
DH: We...
[Gibson shoves his towel in Dean's face.]
GH: I said zip it up, jackass! I, America's face, Gibson Hayes, am
stuck on the fly by night, curtain jerker show while people without
titles are on Heatwave. PVW's brass is behind this farce. They don't
want America to see her noble hero, they don't want America to know
that someone is out ther fighting for her!
[Hands on his hips and head nodding, Hayes is seething.]
GH: Sure, it's the main event for Damage Control. I could take solace
in that but that'd be like taking pride in winning an event in the
Special Olympics. You may get people applauding and a shiny medal but
you're still a damned retard. This doesn't add up. I am the AMERICAN
title holder, the man above and beyond our World Champion, since he
has held nothing for any length of time. I am above everyone in this
fed and yet, yet I'm stuck carrying another 5 sacks of crap on Damage
Control yet again.
DH: Can I...
[Dean isn't smart enough to know when to stop asking questions.]
GH: Shut up. Why is this guy still here? Security!
[And from stage right comes "Big Bubba" Hayes, wearing a nice looking
ruby red suit with the arms ripped off and a SECURITY t-shirt on over
his suit. Bubba lifts Dean Hayes and carries him off yet again.
Gibson, his wild hair bobbing with his head as he nods approvingly,
twirls the microphone in his fingers.]
GH: Finally! Okay, so I have some match with three nitwits on the
other side and two cement blocks on my side. Why? Why am I not
headlining Heatwave? I should be basking in the spotlight! I am Gibson
Hayes! I have held gold longer than anyone in this company before or
ever after! I am America's only hope for a brighter tomorrow! I am the
the future of this nation. I am the future of this sport. I am the
future period.
[Gibson stops for second.]
GH: I am not "The Future of Professional Wrestling" Chris Johnson - he
sucked. No, I am better than the future. I am the pinnacle of this
great nation, of this great sport. The pinnacle of everything that all
you think this sport could ever become. I have ghosts from the past
and idiots from the present trying to chase me down. I have a company
that has fixed competitions in order to have me face a labor union
rabble rouser at that big ole pay event to come!
[Hayes shakes his head.]
GH: Yet, yet I am stuck facing some old video game, a company killer
who couldn't be hot even if someone lit him on fire to recreate
buddist protesters and Tom "My Wife Has a Second Job as an Aircraft
Carrier" Landis. Why? Why must America be punished? Her golden child,
her ever loving protector, me, Gibson Hayes, is buried with so much
crap instead of being foisted to the heavens and lavished with the
attention I so richly deserve. Hell, Will Geddings is counting lights
for Rick Marley this week on the big show and I'm slaving away to make
five punks look somewhat decent on this straight to video atrocity!
This stinks! It just goes to show you that Joshua Morgan is a douche
bag and PVW knows it has to do everything in its power to stop me from
yelling out the truth, high and low to all those Americans who will up
and revolt when they find out PVW is under the boot heel of outside
forces.
[A sigh.]
GH: We will see who gets the last word. PVW, you'd best watch
yourself. If there is one thing America doesn't do: it is stay quiet
in the face of not getting her way; and neither do I PVW.
[We cut back to your hoast Joshua Morgan.]
JM: It appears that Gibson Hayes didn't get the memo. Damage Control
is no longer considered a "B" show. He is indeed in the main event to
bring up ratings. However he inflated ego probably isn't capable of
understanding such a thing. So instead of trying to make sense of it
let's go back to the ring where Xavier Feyr is set to battle the man
who rid the world of Joshua Curits, Mike Cox!
*DING!* *DING!* *DING!*
HD: The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a 20 minute
time limit!
[POP]
HD: Introducing first ... Standing at six feet even and weighing in at
two hundred and thirty pounds ... Wrestling out of his Mom's basement
in Southern Ontario.
" T H E D U D E Y O U R E L A T E T O O "
M I K E C O X !
['You Gotta Fight' by Beastie Boys thunders through the arena as
bright lights flash all over the entranceway.]
'THE DUDE YOU RELATE TOO'
[Flashes across the screen in normal white lettering.]
'YEAH!
KICK IT!
You wake up late for school - man you don't wanna go
You ask you mom, "Please?" - but she still says, "No!"
You missed two classes - and no homework
But your teacher preaches class like you're some kind of jerk
You gotta fight for your right to party '
[As 'You Gotta Fight' continues to rock, 'The Dude You Relate Too'
Mike Cox steps onto the entrance way decked out in simple cut off,
black jean shorts, black knee pads black wrestling boots and a black
t-shirt with the slogan 'Hold My Beer While I Kiss Your Girlfriend'
across the front in white. His hands are taped in white athletic
tape and he doesn't look all that enthused to be here as he scans the
crowd with a sober look.]
'You pop caught you smoking - and he said, "No way!"
That hypocrite - smokes two packs a day
Man, living at home is such a drag
Now your mom threw away your best porno mag (Bust it!)
You gotta fight for your right to party
You gotta fight'
MIKE
COX
[Splashes across the screen in white lettering as pyros go off to
either side of the less then impressed wrestler. The explosions make
Mike Cox fall on the entrance way where he instantly grabs his knee
and rolls around on the floor in agony, letting out little yells
between clenched teeth. The music stops as refs and paramedic
officials quickly surround the young superstar.
JM: Holy Mother of God! It appears some accident has befallen the
young Mr. Cox who so graciously took out.. *Puts on British accent*
the rubbish for us! *Stops British accent* But he has had an
unfortunate accident it appears!
[The officials try to make Mike Cox lay on his back so they can check
out the damage, who is covering his eyes in obvious pain...
Cox: MY KNEE IS BLOWN OUT MAN! IT'S BLOWN OUT! I CAN'T GO! JUST CALL
THE DAMN MATCH, I CAN'T GO!
JM: It sure does sound bad! This is most unfortunate!
[The paramedics start to pull off the knee pad of Mike Cox who sits up
and tries to stop them, screaming from the pain they are inflicting by
even going near it! He lies back down, forearm over eyes, the pain
looking to be to much. Paramedics look over the knee, touching it in
spots and so fourth... a look of confusion..]
Paramedic: There seems to be nothing wrong with the structural build
of the knee, no ligament damage....
Cox: [irate] IT'S BLOWN OUT MAN! FOR SAKES I KNOW WHAT I'M
TALKING ABOUT! I CAN BARELY MOVE IT!
Paramedic: okay, okay [soothing] What is that over there?
Cox: WHAT?
[The paramedic quickly bends Cox's knee who is busy looking for
something. He doesn't even scream out. Cox quickly turns, knowing he
has been exposed. He quickly points at the small scratch above the
knee.]
JM: Folks.. Our apologies.. Apparently Cox is only suffering from a
yellow streak!
Cox: Wow... thanks i felt the pop. But that huge gash.... what about
that? I can't continue with that!
[The paramedic stares as Cox blankly... pulls a small 'Sponge Bob
Square Pants' band-aid from his pocket, takes off the wrapper and
sticks it on the small scratch.]
Paramedic: [looking at the officials standing around.] He's good to
go. There is no damage... to his knee anyway.
[The paramedic stands as Mike Cox scowls at him.]
HD: It's looks as though this match will go on!!
[Mike Cox slowly gets up and over sells as he hobbles to the ring with
this deadly injury. He squints in pain and grabs at the band aid,
still arguing with the ref that he shouldn't be wrestling. He rolls
into the ring and waits for his opponent.]
JM: It looks like Cox will have to face the music on this one!
[The crowd pops as the lights go out in the arena... then suddenly the
video screen comes to life as words "No Fear" appears on the screen,
accompanied by a sound like a heart beat... the crowd stirs... then
another heartbeat, as the words "No Pain" appear… a third beat as the
final set of words "No Mercy" appear… then the sound of a panther
snarling as a red cat-like scratch tears across the screen… “blood”
runs down from the scratch forming the word "Bloodlust".]
CROWD: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
["Bad Blood”" by the Ministry begins playing over the PA as red
flickering lights illuminate the entrance area, and single figures
steps out onto the entrance ramp. A man wearing a long black
treanchcoat, with a tangled mess of crimson red hair, grinning from
ear to ear. It is the man known as "Bloodlust" Xavier Feyr.]
CROWD: DOC!!! DOC!!!! DOC!!!!
MUSIC: #What's lies?
#Full moon and thoughts collide
#We look for answers in those catatonic, dying blod-shot
eyes
#We ask if vermin are the ones that already learned
#Those aren't tears,
#They're just bad bad blood
JM: The ever intimidating Xavier Feyr and one look at
Mike Cox tells the story! It looks as if his eyes are
going to pop out of his head!
MUSIC: # Just bad bad blood!
[Another figure steps out from behind the curtain behind Xavier… this
being a slender Asian woman in a tight red outfit with various “cuts”
in it, revealing some of her skin beneath. The woman’s body is
covered in various tattoos, and at her side she carries a short whip,
an impish grin on her face as she steps up next to Xavier and rests an
arm on his shoulder for a moment before the two begin making their way
down to the ring.]
MUSIC: # What lies?
#No big surprise.
#We get our clues from the ones who thought up they will
conquer us
#Are we too fucked to say the end is here too much?
#We're in denial with bad blood
[Xavier walks down to the ring chuckling to himself as the crowd jeers
loudly. As he nears the ring he takes off his treanchcoat, handing it
to Lilith, then removes his mirror shades, as he looks on at Mike Cox,
smiling, and laughing slightly.]
MUSIC: # Do you remember the strain?
#Do you remember the pain?
#Do you remember who caused all the blame?
# Bad Blood!
[Xavier slides into the ring, and Mike Cox quickly bails out the other
side, keeping as far away from this lunatic as possible. Xavier
shrugs and then strides over to one corner, nimbly jumping up to the
second rope and just balancing there, looking out towards the center
of the ring and at the crowd beyond... he raises his fists in the air,
a Cheshire cat grin on his face as he looks down at Mike Cox. He
seems... amused?]
MUSIC: #Do you remember me?
#Do you remember us?
#Do you surrender your dreams or your trust?
#Bad Blood!
[The lights return to normal, and the music fades as Xavier drops back
down to the mat and gestures for Mike Cox to come over, but Mike stays
back, shaking his head nervously.]
JM: Mike Cox understandably cautious about Xavier's invitation. Feyr
appears to be in a good enough mood.. But then again.. Don't cats seem
in a good mood while they're "playing" with a mouse?
[As Mike Cox lingers back outside the ring, Xavier looks at him and
smiles a surprisingly warm smile, as he reaches a hand out to the side
in the universal wrestling gesture for "give me a microphone.]
CL: Feyr wants to talk?
[Xavier takes the microphone as the crowd boos, Xavier ignores the
fans however, as he raises the mic to his lips.]
Xavier Feyr: Roll the clip.
[With that the... Phoenix-tron(?) brings up footage of last Heatwave
of the match between Mike Cox and Joshua Curtis.]
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
[Cox follows him to the outside. Referee Jay O'Riley begins counting
the two on the outside. Cox yanks a dazed Curtis up and smashed him
face first onto the ring apron ... He then spins Curtis around and
_drops_ him with a DDT ...]
"___PLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP___"
CL: OH MY GOODNESS! You could hear that echoing through the arena!
FH: Sounded like a watermelon being crushed into the cement Lester.
CL: What's Cox doing now he is draping Curtis over the barricade. He
going to the top rope ....
FH: At least that broke the count.
[... He launches off, double axhandle to the back smashing Curtis's
throat off the steel!]
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
[Xavier fake cringes at Curtis being hit with the double axe-handle,
and laughs with glee.]
CROWD: *MASSIVE GOOD-RIDDANCE CURTIS POP*
XF: HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Alright, roll the next one!
[The Phoenix-tron again plays a clip of the match from last week...]
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
[Cox yanks Curtis up and he drags him over to the turnbuckle. He
lifts and sets him up on the top rope and climbs up putting Curtis
head in-between his legs and hooks both of Curtis arms as a double-
underhook.]
CL: Cox looks like he is setting up for his finishing move - The
Whatcha-meh-call-it ...
FH: I think I will call it the Curtis Killer!
[Cox leaps backwards and drives the bloodied head of Curtis straight
into the match this time knocking Curtis out for good.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
CROWD: *POP*
XF: OOOOH! That was a good one... play that one again! How about
it? One more time!
CROWD: ONE MORE TIME! ONE MORE TIME! ONE MORE TIME!
XF: You heard the people play it again!
[With that, the Phoenix-tron yet again plays the clip of Joshua Curtis
being drilled through the mat with the "Whatchamehcallit" off the top
rope.]
CROWD: *POP*
XF: YES! Now that's what I LIKE to see! A pathetic, miserable waste
of humanity being treated like the cattle lined up for slaughter that
he is! HAHAHAHAHAHA!
CROWD: *MIXED POP*
XF: Now Mike... Mike... come here. It's okay. Step into my parlor.
JM: ...said the spider to the fly.
[Mike Cox starts to get in the ring, but Xavier holds up a hand, comes
over and sits on the ropes, parting them for him, and gestures for him
to come in.]
JM: Mike Cox looks somewhat relieved...
[Mike Cox enters the ring and Xavier gets off the ropes and walks to
the middle of the ring, clapping his hands, and gesturing for everyone
to applause.]
CROWD: *CHEERS AND APPLAUSE FOR MIKE COX*
XF: If you'll pardon me, Mike [extends a hand] I just have to shake
the hand of the man that destroyed that genetic mistake, Joshua
Curtis, right here in the ring.
[Mike Cox reluctantly takes Xavier's hands. The two shake hands as
Xavier pats him on the shoulder.]
XF: [still shaking Mike's hand] And to answer your question Mike,
"Yes, we are INDEED cool."
[Mike Cox breathes a sigh of relief, and starts to turn, but Xavier
pulls him back, still holding his hand.]
XF: But Mike...
CL: Uh-oh.
XF: [sadly] I'm afraid you've requested of me the one thing I simply
do not have to give in this world...
[Mike's face goes white as a vicious, all to familiar grin crosses
Xavier's face.]
XF: [almost hissing] ...MERCY.
[And with that, Xavier drops the Mike, and yanks Mike Cox in, leveling
him with a short arm clothesline.]
CROWD: *EARTH-SHATTERING HEEL POP!*
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03.12.09 Damage Control
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One on One Action:
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Mike Cox v. Xavier Feyr
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*DING!* *DING!* *DING!*
JM: This match is underway and apparently Cox will indeed be the mouse
to Feyr's cat!
[Cox scrambles to his feet, Feyr comes stalking after the Dude you can
Relate To! Cox almost leaps in the air as he sees Feyr coming after
him and he scrambles towards the ropes and leaps through the ropes to
the floor outside! Feyr slaps the ropes angrily!]
JM: Cox apparently wants nothing to do with Feyr and who can blame
him?
[Feyr climbs through the ropes and Cox's eyes grow WIDE with fear!
As Feyr makes it to the floor Cox begins to run away from the ever
scary Feyr.. Who gives chase after Cox! Cox runs around the ring,
Feyr ever present stalking after him! Cox rolls back inside the
ring but there's no sanctuary there as Feyr rolls in after him!]
JM: Cox is finding there aren't many hiding places out in a wrestling
ring in front of a packed arena!
[Cox looks around in a panic, looking for some salvation somewhere,
Feyr stomps towards him though! Cox throws his hands out in front of
him and... is BEGGING for mercy!]
JM: Uh.. Did he not pay attention to what Feyr said before the match?
[Feyr looks ENRAGED at the begging off and he BOOTS Cox in the
midsection, doubling him over and then sends Cox to the canvas with a
vicious forearm smash across the upper back! Feyr drops down on top of
Cox and begins to rain down punches.. But Cox rolls away from Feyr and
under the ropes and out of the ring! Feyr slaps the canvas angrily!]
JM: Cox is only being successful in making Feyr angrier and angrier!
May God have mercy on Cox when Feyr gets his hands on him!
[The referee attempts to calm down Feyr which only makes Feyr madder
as he shoots the referee a death glare! On the outside Cox gasps for
air as if he's having an anxiety attack of fear! Feyr rolls under the
ropes out after Cox and Cox scrambles to his feet and scrambles back
inside the ring! You can almost see the veins rupturing in Feyr's
brains as he's enraged by the cowardness on display by Cox!]
JM: Maybe if Cox makes Feyr angry enough he'll have a heart attack
from rage! It could work.. maybe?
[Feyr begins climbing back into the ring after Cox. The Dude you can
relate to looks around frantically and then a light bulb seems to go
off on his head and he grabs the referee by his shirt and points to
his knee and begins yelling that his knee is gone, he can't wrestle!]
JM: He's trying that again?
[The referee rolls his eyes as Cox goes on, IN A MAD PANIC, about how
bad his knee is and how it's unhealthy for him to be in this match..
all the while Feyr stalking up to Cox and then.. KICKING Cox's legs
from under him sending Cox to the canvas!]
[POP]
JM: Well his knee might get messed up after all!
[Feyr drops down on Cox, puts his knee on Cox's chest to pin him
down, and then begins raining shots down on Cox!]
[POP]
JM: The cat has it's mouse now!
[Over and over shots rain down on Cox! The referee puts a count on
Feyr who breaks at 5 and holds his arms up in the air... Only to
go back to throwing shots down on Cox! But Cox grabs Feyr's knee
and shoves Feyr off of him!]
JM: Woah! Some fight in Cox?
[No, Cox tries to roll out of the ring again.. But Feyr grabs Cox by
his leg and pulls him away from the ropes!]
[POP]
[Cox rolls onto his back and brings his legs towards him.. and then
kicks Feyr off of him!]
JM: Is this legitimate fighting from Cox or making an opening to flee?
[Cox answers that by scrambling hastily out of the ring!]
JM: Well I guess that settles that!
[Feyr looks even MORE enraged! Cox shakes his head, eyes wide open
in fear, and he seems to be making a bee line for the entrance ramp!]
JM: Cox is going to bail?!
[Lilith, well behind the red line, casually wraps her foot into some
cables as if not noticing a thing and then pulls the cable tight with
her foot as if casually stretching and it trips Cox!]
[POP]
[Lilith suddenly looks surprised as if she didn't know her foot was
wrapped around the cable!]
JM: Who's to say if that was on purpose or a lucky accident for
Feyr? Nonetheless it appears they've found a loop-hole around the
red line!
[Feyr catches up to Cox, yanks him to his feet and smashes a forearm
on Cox sending him stumbling onto the ring apron. Cox scrambles back
inside the ring, Feyr comes pursuing after him. Cox gets to his feet
and stumbles towards the ropes, Feyr stomps after him. Cox almost
reaches the ropes but not before Feyr grabs him and tosses him
backwards onto the canvas!]
JM: Running away is not proving successful for Cox!
[Cox tries to sit up only to be booted in the head by Feyr! Feyr
then drops a knee on Cox's midsection! Cox rolls around in pain
holding his midsection! Feyr grabs Cox's leg and begins to apply
a hold which seems to snap Cox into a wide eyed panic and he
crawls towards the ropes and grabs them!]
JM: The referee calling for the break, at this point Feyr probably
wants to break Cox's leg more so than break the hold!
[Instead of breaking the hold Feyr lifts Cox into the air by his
leg and away from the ropes!]
[POP]
[Feyr moves in on Cox but Cox grabs Feyr's legs and pulls them from
under Feyr sending Feyr down! Cox scrambles to his feet and into a
corner to catch his breath!]
JM: Cox actually made kind of an offensive move against Feyr there!
Maybe he's realizing that running away in fear won't help him here!
If he's going to make it out of this match alive he's going to have
to fight!
[Feyr scrambles to his feet and charges Cox in the corner.. But
Cox moves out of the way!]
[POP]
JM: Woah!
[And Cox rolls Feyr up from behind with a school boy! The referee
goes to make the count.. One.. But Feyr kicks out decisively!]
JM: I can't believe it! Cox actually tried to win the match much
less not run away!
[Cox's eyes grow wide, realizing he tried to roll up Feyr. Feyr
pushes himself to his feet angrily and Cox seems hesitant on what
to do, eyeing the ropes and glancing back at the angry Feyr.]
JM: Looks like he's trying to figure out if he should run or
fight!
[Feyr aims a forearm smash at Cox.. Who moves out of the way!
Feyr spins around and Cox rears back and.. HE PUNCHES FEYR!]
[GASP POP]
JM: Cox just PUNCHED Feyr!
[Cox immediately looks regretful and his eyes grow wide as
saucers and he starts to apologize... which seems to Re-Enrage
Feyr! Feyr rears back and HEADBUTTS Cox viciously! Cox falls
to the canvas holding his nose!]
JM: Cox showed backbone for a second, then turned coward again
and he's paying for it now!
[Feyr begins laying in stomps on Cox! Lilith looks on, behind
the red line of course, with approval. The referee puts a count
on Feyr about the stomps. Feyr stops before 5 and then drops a
knee across Cox's chest! Cox tries to roll away but Feyr keeps
his weight on Cox, pinning him down! The referee warns Feyr and
starts a count but Feyr lets up off of Cox and grabs the Dude
you can relate to and yanks him up to his feet and shoves him
into a corner roughly!]
JM: Feyr is being vicious to Cox.. Wait.. That sounds so bad if
you say it phonetically.. But you know what I meant! Get your
minds out of the gutter viewers! I did not mean in any way that
Feyr is a fan of.. uh.. Cox. I don't need a matching arm brace!
[Feyr peppers Cox with punches in the corner and then smashes
another head butt sending Cox down to a seated position in the
corner. Cox holds his nose and.. begins to look MAD!]
JM: Cox is looking a little agitated instead of scared for once!
[Feyr yanks Cox up to his feet but Cox shoves Feyr away! Feyr
stomps forward only for Cox to CLOCK Feyr with a right hand
backing the scary warrior away!]
JM: Woah! The Dude you can Relate to...
[Cox steps out of the corner and hits ANOTHER right hand!]
JM: He's growing a pair against Feyr!
[Cox rears back to throw another right hand but Feyr lashes out
with a STIFF right hand that connects faster and absolutely
STAGGERS Cox! Cox stumbles backwards against the ropes! Feyr
moves in.. Only for Cox to drop to his knees, grab Feyr and
trip Feyr through the ropes to the floor outside!]
[BIG POP]
JM: I can NOT believe what I'm seeing! Earlier Cox was running
for his life, now he's fighting back!
[Cox, seemingly braver and more confident now, climbs out onto
the ring apron. Feyr gets to his feet and Cox leaps onto the
2nd rope.. SPRINGBOARD PLANCHA BY COX... But Feyr CATCHES Cox..
falls back with the momentum and.. SLAMS COX FACE FIRST ONTO
THE GUARD RAILING!]
[OW OW OW HOLY MOLY OW POP]
JM: Holy... Mother... Of.... GOD! Cox got split WIDE OPEN on
impact and.. FANS SEEM TO BE COVERED IN HIS BLOOD!
[Indeed fans nearby seem to be grossed out as Cox's blood is
on them from the impact of Feyr's counter!]
JM: SSN won't like this!
[Feyr grabs Cox by his head and RAMS him into the guard railing
again! Feyr drags Cox across the guard railing..]
JM: Goodness that looks painful!
[..And then lifts up Cox by his head and RAMS him into the guard
railing again. Feyr yanks Cox by his hair and holds his bloody
face up for the fans and the TV cameras to catch and then he
shouts out..]
XF: How are you relating to him now?!
JM: That's one dude I don't wish to know right now!
[Feyr drags Cox over near the dreaded red line and some sick,
twisted fans hold up their cameras wanting a picture of Feyr
smashing Cox's bloody face into the guard railing. Lilith comes
over and, without crossing the DREADED Red Line, her and Feyr
pose together with the bloodied Mike Cox and the fans take
pictures of it!]
[BIG POP]
JM: BIZARRO!
[Lilith and Feyr seem to laugh and then Feyr rams Cox once more
into the guard railing and then drags Cox back to the ring apron
and shoves Cox under the ropes and inside the ring. Feyr follows
in after Cox and stalks his "mouse".]
JM: Cox is a bloody mess... SSN is probably going to rant about
the blood and the fans taking pictures... And Feyr is on the
hunt for Cox... Wait.. I.. Forget I said that! Folks I will never
say bloody mess and Cox in the same sentence again!
[Feyr stomps at Cox then yanks him to his feet, scoops the Dude
you can Relate to up in his arms and charges to a corner and..
SLAMS Cox into the turnbuckles!]
JM: That was an awkward and horrifyingly painful looking body
slam!
[Feyr drops a knee on the side of Cox's head and then pulls
the youngster up to his feet again and hooks the head and..
snap suplex! Feyr scrambles to his knees and begins grinding
his forearm into the bloodied head of Cox who kicks about
wildly while the referee puts a count on Feyr!]
JM: That is just mean and vicious! Feyr has a capacity for
brutality that is unbelievable!
[Feyr breaks off grinding his forearm into Cox's bloodied
forehead and instead gets to his feet and rakes Cox's forehead
with his boot! Cox rolls around holding his bloodied forehead!
Feyr measures out his opponent and leaps up.. Double Knee Drop
to the neck area of Cox!]
JM: That is just mean!
[Feyr pulls Cox up.. ]
JM: HEY! Not like that!
[..and sets him up with a standing head scissors and then lifts
the Dude you can relate to up and.. PILEDRIVER!]
[OW OW POP]
JM: What a BRUTAL piledriver! Cox's legs and arms seem to be
twitching from it! Mike Cox is in pain.. Wait... Damn this
guy's last name!
[Feyr looks down at the twitching Cox...]
JM: Good lord!
[.. And then drops down and goes for a one handed cover on
the Dude you can relate to! The referee goes to make the
count, Feyr raises his arm and counts along with the referee...
ONE...]
JM: Feyr is mocking what Co.. MIKE.. Did when he *British
accent* Took out the Rubbish *ends accent* with Curtis!
[.. TWO... But Cox's legs spring up, hook one of Feyr's arms,
Cox hooks the other arm with his hands and.. HE ROLLS FEYR
UP WITH A SORT OF CRUCIFIX ROLL UP!]
[POP]
JM: Woah!
[The referee starts that count.. ONE.... TWO... FEYR KICKS
OUT!]
[POP]
JM: Mike almost STOLE one!
[Feyr scrambles to his feet and ANGRILY Soccer Kicks Cox!]
JM: Ow!
[Feyr stands over the Dude you can relate to and then looks
at the referee and begins to argue with the referee about the
count! The referee argues back, a bit afraid, but still arguing
back!]
JM: Feyr unhappy with the count the referee was doing and..
wait.. Cox is rising... MIKE is rising to his feet!
[Mike leaps up and catches the distracted Feyr with a head scissors..
spins around.. Sends Feyr through the ropes to the floor outside!]
[BIG POP]
JM: Oh MY! The Dude you can Relate to is launching an attack on
Feyr! Cox is finally ready to fire.. DAMNIT!
[Cox climbs onto the ring apron as Feyr gets to his feet, Cox
leaps off.. FLYING SHOULDER TACKLE off the apron flooring Feyr
on the outside!]
[BIG POP]
JM: What a move by.. Mike!
[Cox gets to his feet and touches the blood on his head, seems
to get mad, and pulls Feyr up and rolls him back inside the ring.
Cox climbs onto the apron, grabs the top rope, leaps up onto it
and springs off.. Springboard Leg Drop on Feyr! Cox goes for the
cover.. The referee leaps into position.. One... Tw- Feyr Kicks
out decisively!]
JM: Feyr isn't softened up enough to be beaten by Cox... ARGH!
[Cox stomps at Feyr and then climbs to the top turnbuckle and
leaps off.. MOONSAULT... ]
JM: No body home!
[Feyr moves out of the way as the Dude you can relate to wipes
out!]
JM: Bad break fro Mike!
[Feyr gets to his feet and stalks after Cox. He pulls his opponent
up to his feet and whips him towards a corner.. But Cox reverses
the whip and sends Feyr front first into the corner!]
JM: Strong reversal by Mike!
[Feyr stumbles out and runs off the ropes and.. FLOORS Feyr with
a running elbow smash!]
[POP]
JM: MIKE-SAWA!!! Will anyone get that I wonder? Who knows!
[Cox pulls Feyr up and scoops up the dangerous warrior and slams
him down! The Dude you can Relate to heads to the corner again
and begins climbing the turnbuckles yet again!]
JM: I don't know about this Mike! It didn't work the last time!
[Cox climbs to the top and leaps off.. FIVE STAR FROG SPLASH..
Chest FIRST onto Feyr's elbow that he braces with his other arm
driving a VICIOUSLY focused blow into the chest of Cox!]
[HOLY MOLY POP]
JM: DAMN! That was BRUTAL!
[Cox rolls around gasping for air, as if it's been driven from
his lungs by the vicious counter from Feyr! Xavier scrambles
to his feet and smashes a STIFF kick into the face of Cox! Then
he leaps up and.. Another Double Knee Drop.. This one though on
the now damaged chest of Cox!]
JM: Feyr seems unending in his desire to destroy opponents
without mercy! Feyr wants more Cox! ... AIEEEEEEEEEE!!!
[Feyr yanks the gasping and coughing Dude you can relate to, who
you do NOT want to relate to at this point, up to his feet and
whips him HARD into the corner! Feyr charges in.. SPEAR IN THE
CORNER!]
[OW POP]
JM: He broke him in half!
[Feyr lifts Mike out of the corner though and.. SPINEBUSTER out of
the corner!]
JM: Jimminey Cricket! Feyr is just ABUSING Cox like a.. Damnit!
Well you guys stop feeding me Non-SSN approved immature comedy
lines in my headset?!
[Feyr once again pulls the Dude you can but don't want to relate
to at this point up to his feet and grabs him from behind..]
[HUGE POP]
JM: KATAHAJIME!
[Feyr has the move locked in and then.. ]
[JUMP TO THEIR FEET HOLY MOLY POP]
JM: KATAHAJIME SUPLEX!
[VICIOUS head dropping suplex and then Feyr keeps the hold locked
in and Cox seems to be fading fast!]
JM: Feyr is just choking.. MIKE.. Choking MIKE out! He's fading
fast and the referee is checking on him and... HE'S CALLING FOR
THE BELL!
*DING DING DING*
[POP]
[Feyr releases Cox who slumps unconscious, his leg slightly
twitching!]
JM: Let's get the official word!
HD: Here is your winner.. XAVIER FEYR!!
["Bad Blood" by Ministry plays as Feyr stands victorious over
the defeated Dude you unfortunately, with today's economy, can
relate to!]
JM: Wow! Xavier Feyr is brutal.. Vicious.. Heartless.. He can
give a HORRIFYING beating to an opponent like nobody's business!
[Josh seems to pause for a moment.. pondering..]
JM: I would sure LOVE to see Feyr take on The Spectre!
[Feyr leaves the ring and joins Lilith outside as they walk to the
back, the referee attends to Mike Cox.]
JM: Usually I'd feel sympathy for the pain and suffering that
Mike just went through but.. (looks down at his arm in a sling)...
Again.. I would like to ENCOURAGE the bookers to book Xavier
Feyr versus The Spectre!
[The camera cuts to the arena parking lot. Here, we see a white 2009
Dodge Challenger pulling into one of the few open spaces, coming to a
stop. But just as it does so, something slams full speed into the
driver's side door. It's nowhere near big enough to be another car -
but the impact is noticeable enough, as the form straightens into a
man. Ronan Benedict. Shoulder length red hair flying wildly,
and teeth gritted, Ronan slams his bare fists over and over into the
driver side window - smashing it with little difficulty. But he keeps
throwing punches, clearing away as much glass as he can to stick his
whole arm inside.]
RB: Get out of there you motherf[BLEEP]ker! I told you we ain't done
'til one of us can't stand anymore!
[The door now burst open, knocking Ronan aside. Exploding out of the
door is the Motor City Pit Monster himself, Chad Grimsson. Dressed in
a pair of ripped and faded blue jeans, a white wifebeater with a red
anarchy sign spraypainted on the front and black engineer boots, the
look on his face indicates he is not happy about the ambush.]
Chad: Well bring it on, big man! Let's see what you've got!
[Furious, Ronan scrambles back to his feet.]
RB: Oh I'm far from through with you! Count on it!
[Chad then grabs Ronan around the neck with both hands, lifting him
off his feet and slamming him into the hood of the car.]
Chad: You want some more, you little [MEEP]! Well I'll give you all
you want!
[Ronan doesn't respond just yet, instinctively and violently jerking
his knee up into Chad's stomach - forcing him to relinquish his choke.
Ronan then rolls off the hood to the concrete, and climbs back to his
feet. But before he can strike again, security members surround him
and pull him away from Chad. Ronan squirms though, fighting to break
free.]
RB: You might have beaten me once, but I'm still standing! And by the
time I'm done, you _won't_ be!
[Chad simply chuckles, shaking his head.]
Chad: That's pretty big talk from you, Ronan, considering what
happened in our first outing. But you'll get your chance again. And
after I whip El Outlaw Loco tonight, you'll have a little extra
incentive. But I know you don't have what it takes to stop me, and
soon you will too, squirt.
[Ronan finally breaks free of the security members. But just as he's
about to get to Chad, they surge forward and pull him back again.]
RB: you can say and think what you want, but just don't be surprised
with I kick your teeth right down your f[BLEEP]kin' throat! You
should know by now that it ain't wise to underestimate me. But that's
alright... I can live with it. Afterall, it's your funeral.
[Amidst the trashtalking, Ronan fails to realize his hands have been
yanked behind his back, and a pair of handcuffs click into place.
Again, Chad chuckles as his own hands are being cuffed behind his
back.]
Chad: Yap yap yap. You certainly like to bark, Ronan. But soon we'll
see if your bite matches that bark.
[Ronan and Chad are then put into seperate squad cars as the camera
fades.]
JM: Holy crap! It appears Zero Tolerance is being ignored every where
these days. Both Ronan Benedict and Chad Grimsson are scheduled to
wrestle here tonight. They had a match at Boiling Point, but that
wasn't enough to settle the score. And to think these two were at one
time best friends. Ronan Benedict was actually scheduled to wrestle
next, but at this time I am getting word to go to Dean Hayes again.
["Swingin'" Dean Hayes stands by with the World Champion. Cole is
unhappy, frowning as he holds the title over one shoulder. Dressed in
a black teeshirt and jeans, the outcast regards the PVW banner behind
him as Dean speaks... ]
DH: Heatwave is about to see the first ever tag between the World
Champion, Rob Cole, and Alex Martinez... both men are considered
legends in this sport, both men are considered monsters, and both men
have chosen to represent SSN in...
[Cole snatches the microphone at that, anger flaring behind his eyes
as Dean backs off a step. Cole lifts the microphone to his lips.]
RC: I 'represent' my self. SSN, PVW, you people want to throw you
little labels around and make it seem like a big deal... I fight
through hell to earn this belt, but everyone is making it sound like
SSN just paved the way for me. And now you draw comparisons to Alex
Martinez? The man stands two heads taller than me, the man probably
speaks alot better than me, and the man has that little number at his
side to point out every little target. Monster is a label for him...
it's a lifestyle for me. No, Dean... I'm not here to stand up for
SSN.
DH: Rumors persist that the referee was paid off...
RC: Oh?!?!! Really? Well, I guess we should just strip the title off
my shoulder, wrap it around the waist of Chase Williams, and proclaim
'him' the champion! We've never had a controversial finish to match
in the past, have we? I have a bit of news for Chase Williams... I
beat you, kiddo. I stuck you and I bled you and I wore you out for
well over thirty minutes, and in that entire time where you felt your
very life flow out of your body you never once got put down for a
quick pin and they never once called the match on a false submission.
You lost because you were hurt, punk... and no matter how you try to
spin it, no matter how you try to justify it, you left that arena
without the title.
DH: And you left the arena with the title. Fair enough... but let's
talk about your number one contender, the man you left lying in the
middle of the locker room after taking a pipe to his body.
RC: You mean the pipe I had to wrestle out of his hand? Justin Cruise
is a craven piece of filth! A few months ago, I got yanked out of a
tag match and my number one spot was taken away... and he tried to
replace me, wearing a mask and pretending to be someone he wasn't. He
pulled off that mask and he showed the world his true colors... he
tried to take my spot, Dean. And, at Heatwave, he tried to take my
health! This goes back a long way... this goes back to Detroit and
this goes back to his jealousy, how he tried to be a hero, how he
tried to be the big dog and lived his entire career in my shadow. No
matter how hard he tried, he couldn't live up to what I brought to
that ring. I fought harder and I earned my spot... and I earned this
title on my shoulder. When he's ready to get it... well, I'll be
waiting.
DH: And finally... in closing, there's the return of the Masked
Outlaw. What are your thoughts on that?
[Cole turns to regard the camera... his eyes growing dark, his lips
pulling back from clenched teeth as he considers his former nemesis.]
RC: You want to be a pale reflection, Masked Man? You think you're a
reminder for all my sins? I know what you want from me... you want to
feed on my guilt, on my pain, on my misery. The last time we went
round for round, I sent you packing... packing... packing...
[Cole's features suddenly slacken... his voice echoing his last word
as he seems somewhat haunted. He looks confused, glancing back at the
PVW banner, and then at Dean Hayes. He blinks and touches his face...
and spins away from the camera, walking away without another word.]
JM: Fans you were promised a Network Championship Match and the PVW
will deliver on its promise! While Ronan Benedict and Chad Grimsson
were thrown out of the arena tonight, both El Outlaw LOCO and Masked
Maniac were left without opponents, so it has been decided that
tonight the Masked Maniac will face El Outlaw LOCO for the
Network Championship and that match will happen now!
[A synthesizer makes an ascending, drawn-out note somewhere in the
building, and--]
#BRAWNDO! THE THIRST MUTILATOR!#
[Mindless techno pop starts to play, its music from a commercial for
an energy drink, doubtless sponsoring Damage Control.]
#Don't be a p*BLEEP*y, you p*BLEEP*y, DRINK IT! It's got
electrolytes!#
[More ridiculous music as the Masked Maniac comes out, accompanied by
an annoyed-looking Gene Gaines. Just for shoots and googles, it
appears that Maniac is bringing a large, 1980's style boom box to the
ring.]
#Brawndo ... IT'S GOT WHAT PLANTS CRAVE!#
[And yes, the horrible music continues, and for once Maniac is
actually getting booed rather than a mixed pop.]
JM: Masked Maniac doing what he does better than anyone in the PVW
shilling!
## He pagado mis deudas
Una y otra vez
Hice mi condena
Pero no perpetr? ning?n crimen
Y errores malos
Comet? algunos
Tuve mi granito de arena
Golpeado en mi cara
Pero ya he pasado ##
JM: El Outlaw LOCO still doing we are the champions.
## Nosotros somos los campeones - mis amigos ##
JM: I think it's rather clever. He IS the champion after all.
[El Outlaw LOCO steps out from the back, to a loud pop from the crowd.
He un-straps the PVW Network title from around his waist and raises it
high in the air. In his other arm, he carries one of the PVW titles.]
JM: El Outlaw LOCO touting what appears to be the PVW Tag Team
Championship Belt with him tonight as well.
HD: Introducing, standing an alleged five feet, six inches tall, and
weighing an estimated one hundred and sixty five pounds, hailing from
Mexico City, Mexico...
["Mehico" chant from the crowd.]
HD: EL OUTLAW LOCO!
[LOCO sprints towards the ring sliding under the bottom rope with the
titles still in his hands. He kneels down, dropping the tag belt next
to him, and cradles the Network title, while he looks up at the sky.]
JM: Ladies and gentlemen I have just been informed that this is a non-
title match. But if the Masked Maniac does win he will earn a shot at
the Network Title on an upcoming show.
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Network Title Shot:
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Masked Maniac v. El Outlaw LOCO [c]
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*DING!* *DING!* *DING!*
[The two men begin to circle on another and just as they are about to
lock up, El Outlaw LOCO side steps and points to the mask of Masked
Maniac]
JM: LOCO is talking to the Masked Maniac, good lord I think he is
asking where he got his mask from.
[LOCO begins to nod his head as he listens to Maniac speak.]
JM: Fans, in case you didn't know Maniac's claim to fame before he
became a member of the Powers that Be has been his lucrative wrestling
mask line, and I believe LOCO wants to know if his mask can be a part
of that line.
[Referee Jim Pearson steps between the two men and begins to remind
them that they have a wrestling match to be participating in. LOCO
motions that he will give Maniac a call later and the two men finally
lock up. After a few moments of struggling the Network Champion is
able to force Maniac into the ropes. The referee quickly begins
to lay in the five count and LOCO grabs Maniac by the right arm and
whips him across the ring.]
JM: Maniac taking down with the Running Lariat from LOCO and LOCO
quickly dropping down for a cover!
ONE !!!!
JM: And only a one count as the veteran Masked Maniac quickly gets his
shoulder up. LOCO to his feet and pulls Maniac up by the mask ...
[As Maniac is being pulled to his feet he fires a stiff right hand to
the jaw of LOCO and is immediately warned by Jim Pearson that another
one of those will get him disqualified. As LOCO staggers back holding
his jaw Maniac begins to plead his case to Pearson saying it was an
accident, and showing Pearson that it really was suppose to be and
open thrust. Pearson rolls his eyes and once again says one more and
your one tonight. LOCO rushes forward but Maniac grabs Pearson pulling
him in between the two men and LOCO quickly sidesteps the two men.]
JM: Maniac using the referee as a shield there for a brief moment.
Understandable as El Outlaw LOCOC looks hot under the mask after that
right that may have loosened a few teeth.
[Maniac lets go of the referee as LOCO rebounds off of the far side
ropes ...]
JM: Gene Gaines reaches up and trips LOCO who slams face first into
the mat! And Jim Pearson saw it! He is ordering Gene Gaines to the
back and Masked Maniac looks stunned, well as stunned as a masked man
can look I guess. He is once again in the face of Jim Pearson and I
believe he just said it's not Gene's fault LOCO is a drunk and can't
stand up. What the hell is he talking about?
[Jim continues to motion for security who make their way to the
ringside area and begins to drag Gene Gaines to the back. LOCO is once
again to his feet and rolls up Maniac from behind ...]
ONE !!!
TWO !!!
JM: And a near fall as Maniac is once again able to kick out! Maniac
though needs to get his head in the game as LOCO is to his feet and
locks on a Front Chancery ...
[LOCO powers Maniac into the air and takes him over with a Vertical
Suplex. LOCO floats over for yet another cover ...]
ONE !!!
TWO !!!
JM: And yet again Maniac kicks out! Both men are to their feet and
Maniac drives a knee into the midsection of LOCO doubling him over and
Maniac power LOCO over with a Gut-wrench Suplex.
[Maniac drives his right knee into the side of LOCO's temple and
begins to pull LOCO to his feet. He stands to the side of LOCO and
drives him to the mat with a Side Russian Leg sweep. Maniac slowly
heads over to the corner.]
JM: Maniac climbing to the second rope ... Second Rope Elbow Drop to
the skull of LOCO! And now it's Maniac with the cover!
ONE !!!
TWO !!!
JM: And the Network Champion kicks out at two! Maniac quickly to his
feet and screaming at Jim Pearson that he can't count. I've noticed
lately that many of the wrestlers in PVW believe our referees need
basic math refresher courses.
[LOCO struggles to his feet as Maniac throws up his hands in disgust
and turns back around to focus on LOCO who catches Maniac with a stiff
slap to the right check and a second slap. Maniac steps back and El
Outlaw LOCO lunges forward catching Maniac with a spear and sends him
crashing to the mat! LOCO begins to rain the rights and left to the
side of Maniac's masked head and Jim Pearson pulls him off telling him
he's not afraid to throw this match. LOCO just shrugs his shoulders as
Maniac has pushed himself back into the corner and he tries to pull
himself up by LOCO rushes in and catches him with a Dropkick that
crashes him back to the mat. LOCO begins to stomp a mud hole in Maniac
as Jim Pearson once again pulls LOCO off Maniac. LOCO pushes Pearson
to the side ...]
JM: El Outlaw LOCO just gave Maniac the two fingered salute and he
pulls Maniac to his feet and locks on a Three Quarter Nelson
...Diamond Cutter! Maniac collapses to the mat in a thud!
ONE !!!
TWO !!!
THR ... !!!
[The crowd explodes in shock as some how some way the Masked Maniac is
able to power out of the pin attempt.]
JM: I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!! Masked Maniac kicks out!!
[LOCO stares at Maniac in shock as the other masked man begins to get
to all fours. LOCO drives a boot into the ribs of Maniac's and he hits
the mat with a thud. LOCO drops to all fours and crawls forward
driving a head butt into Maniac. He moves back and crawls forward
again driving another head butt into Maniac but Maniac begins to once
again try to get his feet. Both men are on all fours and LOCO connects
with a third head butt and Maniac begins to shake his head side to
side as he gets to one knee. Loco stands up and drives a right to the
head of Maniac followed by a left and Maniac still shaking his head
getting to both feet. Maniac begins to walk away from LOCO shaking his
hands and his body quivering as he does so. LOCO grabs Maniac spins
him around and connects with a right to the side of Maniac's head and
Maniac shakes his head no as Loco winds up with a left and Maniac
blocks it.]
JM: Maniac has just HULKED up and is now tattooing LOCO with rights
and lefts sending him into the ropes.
[LOCO is leaning up against the ropes as Maniac begins to light his
chest up with a series of Back Hand Chops. LOCO grabs his chest in
pain as Maniac pulls LOCO off of the ropes and lifts him into the air
...]
JM: Maniac with a Scoop Slam! He pulls LOCO up again and whips him
across the ropes ... BIG BOOT! LOCO hits the mat like he was shot!
[Maniac points to the crowd and then points to LOCO before he rushes
to the far side ropes and leaps ...]
JM: The so called Leg Drop of Doom finds it's mark!
ONE !!!
TWO !!!
THR ... !!!
JM: And LOCO Kicks out!
[LOCO crawls towards the ropes as it is now Maniac's turn to stomp a
mud hole into the back of LOCO. A determined LOCO though has made it
to the bottom rope and he begins to use it to pull himself to his
feet. Maniac continues to stomp at the back and legs of LOCO as he
pulls himself up now using the middle rope. As LOCO reaches
to the top rope Maniac changes his attack and begins to rain the
punches to the back of LOCO's head, and LOCO seems to ignore it as he
beings to shake the top rope violently.]
JM: LOCO did this when he won the Network Title! Maniac is in trouble
now as LOCO spins around ...
[Maniac drives his knee into the gut of LOCO and pulls him a few steps
backwards with a Front Chancery.]
JM: Could it be is the Masked Maniac looking for the Maniac Spike?!?
[LOCO though fires a few shots to the gut of Maniac and forces him to
release the Front Chancery. He begins to wave a finger no in the face
of Maniac who kicks the gut of El Outlaw LOCO, tucks his head between
his legs.]
JM: Does nobody scout this man?
[Maniac lifts him up for a Power bomb.]
JM: You can't Power bomb El Outlaw LOCO!
[El Outlaw LOCO pushes off Maniac and grabs him by the head. He pulls
him down hitting him with a Face plant.]
JM: Good lord, even I know that you shouldn't try to do that him.
[The crowd once again explodes as LOCO walks to the ropes and begins
to shake the top rope violently. He steps onto the ring apron ...]
JM: I think LOCO is looking for the Slingshot Senton ...NO!!! Maniac
rolled out of the way and LOCO hit an empty pool!
[LOCO pops up grabbing his back and Maniac slips behind him and rolls
him up ...
ONE !!!
TWO !!!
JM: LOCO STRUGGLING TO KICK OUT ... AND MANIAC HAS HOOKED THE TIGHTS!!
THREE !!!
[Jim Pearson stands up and begins to point to the time keeper.]
*DING!* *DING!* *DING!*
JM: MASKED MANIAC WINS! The Masked Maniac has just earned a Network
Title Match!
[LOCO looks stunned as Masked Maniac leaps into the air like he just
won the heavyweight title.]
JM: Masked Maniac wins his first ever match that's not named One Eyed
Willy ... here in the PVW and in doing so earns a title match! Looks
like the luck of the Powers that Be is changing.
[LOCO slides out of the ring and grabs the two title belts. As he
walks to the back he sees a blonde women holding a sign that says I
want to put the title around LOCO's waist. He stops for a moment and
shrugs his shoulders and pulls the blonde over the guardrail and hands
her the title. She begins to place the title around LOCO's waist as
the Masked Maniac begins to motion that the title will soon be his.
After a few moments he walks over to the boom box and picks it up and
does the moon walk, more or less, across the ring with the boom box on
his shoulder.]
JM: Look at Loco's face he think's it's a dance off! However the
Tango did start off in Argentina not Mexico. Perhaps he should of
chosen the Salsa?
[Loco motions for the PA system to hit his theme song...]
## Nosotros somos los campeones - mis amigos ##
[Loco begins to do the tango with the lucky blonde who put the title
across her waist as the fans begin to POP loudly. Maniac shakes his
head standing in the ring saying - "Oh no he isn't!"]
JM: Loco is doing the tango because it takes two to tango! Listen to
the fans they love it and I think that lucky blonde really does!
[He then spins the blonde and drops down and breaks into the worm down
the aisle way ...]
JM: The Mexican Worm!!! I think he call's this the "Tequila"!
LOCO!!! LOCO!!! LOCO!!! LOCO!!!
LOCO!!! LOCO!!! LOCO!!! LOCO!!!
LOCO!!! LOCO!!! LOCO!!! LOCO!!!
JM: Maniac may have won the match, but Loco has clearly won this dance
off and Masked Mania isn't running wild tonight.
[Loco is back up and backing up the aisle way as Masked Maniac has
broken out into some ten step looking dance and the fans boo.]
JM: El Outlaw LOCO and Masked Maniac in a dance off ... What's next!?!
[Cut to the back, where Dean Hayes swings away. Next to him stands
the Hellraiser himself, dressed in his ring gear.]
DH: Tom, in just a few minutes you're going down to the ring to
possibly get your hands on the man who's made it a personal mission to
drive you from PVW, Gibson Hayes.
TL: No Dean, he's made it his mission to annoy the hell out of me.
He's made it his mission to drag my wife's name through the mud. He's
made it his mission to leave with his precious title belt at any cost,
even if he has to do it by the skin of his teeth and break every rule
he has to in order to do it. But one thing he's not going to be able
to make it his mission to do is to drive me from this company.
Hayes, if anyone's leaving PVW it's not going to be me. It's going to
be you. Doc Holliday's got you next at Tradition, and best of luck to
you Doc. But if I get my hands on the greatest american hero tonight,
I can't promise there'll be enough left of him for you to face.
DH: What about his teammates though? Scrayper's going to try and make
his name heard loud and clear throughout PVW, and Danny Daniels is...
well...
TL: Kinda special? I'm well aware this is a six man tag match and not
just one-on-one Dean. But the names of my partners alone fill me with
enough confidence that I won't have to worry about Daniels or
Scrayper. I've got Dark Soul and Sinister backing me up... something
tells me restraint won't be a problem.
Tonight just might be the night America gets freed from the tyranny of
it's champion, once and for all.
[Fade.]
[The lights dim as the fans show their anticipation for tonight's main
event. The drum rift of "Cherub Rock" hits the PA system and the
video wall lights up to show a slow motion spinning heel kick to some
poor wrestler is shown as the guitars begin to join the drums from the
iconic band from Chicago. Miss Candy Malone walks out from the
entrance portal to a great amount of cheers as the entire band takes
over the song. Dressed in a skirt-suit that seems to have been short
on skirt material, the beautiful manager of Dark Soul soaks in the
cheers.]
# Freak out #
# And give in #
# Doesn't matter what you believe in #
# Stay cool #
# And be somebody's fool this year #
# 'cause they know #
# Who is righteous, What is bold #
# So I'm told #
# Who wants honey #
# As long as there's some money #
# Who wants that honey? #
[With that, Dark Soul comes jogging out of the back and raises his
hands high in the air toward the PVW crowd. Dressed in denim shorts
that look like they may have cut off from a pair of old pants, his
jogging bounces the threads that hang over his knee pads. Wearing no
shirt for a change, Dark Soul has black elbow pads to match the ones
on his knees and his fingers and wrists are taped up as well. His
long brown hair is pulled into a ponytail as he scans over the arena,
taking the ovation in stride. He beats at his chest with his right
arm before heading off toward the
ring. Miss Malone follows behind, surely ready to take her place in
the manager location. Dark Soul runs the final few steps, sliding
under the bottom rope, and popping to his feet. He bounces off the
near-by ropes as he awaits his teammates.]
[The lights in the arena dim as the abrupt beginning to "You Know My
Name" by Chris Cornell hits, and the crowd cheers strongly as a subtle
cast of red light is shone over them. The entrance is similarly
bathed in the red hue as the voice of Chris Cornell comes in.]
# If you take a life, do you know what you'll give
# Odds are, you won't like what it is
# When the storm arrives, would you be seen with me
# By the merciless eyes I've deceived
[And after a few seconds, a figure emerges through the portal to stand
in the midst of the red light. He stands, frozen there as the
spotlights begin to pulse around him.]
# I've seen angels fall from blinding heights
# But you yourself are nothing so divine
# Just next in line
[And as the chorus hits, the lights come on in blindingly full force
to reveal "Hellraiser" Tom Landis standing there. He's dressed for
combat, wearing full length black tights with a silver and red design
running up the legs, and "Hellraiser" written on the seat of the
pants. He's also wearing a black sleeveless t-shirt with the "ACW"
logo on it. Tom begins to walk down the aisle towards the ring.]
# Arm yourself because no-one else here will save you
# The odds will betray you
# And I will replace you
"HEEELLLLLLLLLLLRAIIIIIIIISERRRRRRRRRRRRR"
TOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM LAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNDIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISSSSSSS!
# You can't deny the prize; it may never fulfill you
# It longs to kill you
# Are you willing to die
# The coldest blood runs through my veins
# You know my name
[Landis tags some of the fans' outstretched hands running along the
aisleway as he approaches the ring slowly. As he gets to the ring Tom
wipes his feet on the mat before climbing into the ring as the cheers
crescendo, and after standing on the middle of the ropes and raising
his arms to the crowd he removes the t-shirt and proceeds to his
corner.]
JM: Landis and Dark Soul slap hands as they await their partner, BIG
DADDY SIN!
[Ask and you shall receive! "Schism" by Tool hits the PA system and
out steps the Chi-town beast! Sinister emerges from behind the
curtain and in his right hand he carries the black baseball bat
labeled "Soul Pole" in white letters down the side of it. Sinister
wears his customary wrestling gear that consists of black wrestling
pants with a thick red stripe on either side of the pants legs. In
white lettering "Chi Town" is stenciled on the left pant leg
overlaying the red stripe and on the right,
"Monster" is stenciled in white lettering over the red stripe on that
leg. Sinister continues to walk with a slight limp towards the ring.
He slaps the fans palms as he reaches the ring and joins his two
partners as the three prepare for a war.]
JM: Look at that team. Experience galore! Three former World
Heavyweight Champions all joined with order and revenge to hand out.
[Darkness fills the arena. There is a brief moment of clam, giving
some
fans a chance to flick their lighters.]
V/O: Then tell me, what is it that you want me to do?
WOMAN: To make the world... bleed.
[Just then the opening notes of Slayer's "Dead Skin Mask" begin to
echo out
over the arena.]
# How I waited for you to come #
# I've been here all alone. #
[As the haunting ode to Ed Gein continues to play a single white
spotlight hits just in front of the entrance portal, the light bathes
a white molded mask of the maniac with a twisted glow as it rises to a
standing position. The eyes look forward towards the ring and the man
known only as the Scrayper begins to head that way. In his wake,
walks his raven haired half-sister Lady Belle.]
# Now that you've arrived, please stay a while #
# And I promise I won't keep you long, I'll keep you forever #
[The Scrayper stands soaking in the bright white light, his head is
tipped back looking up into the sky while his arms extend. From
behind walks out his equally sick half-sister. She is beautiful, pale
skin, with long raven hair that flows. She stands to his side for a
moment, before he begins his walk to the ring.]
[The lights go down again, and someone steps from the back. It is...
a trumpeter? The trumpeter blasts a bombastic little fanfare on his
trumpet, and a banner unfurls from the top of the entranceway. It
reads: WELCOME YOUR STILL UNDEFEATED SUPREME CHAMPION!!!!!!! And yes,
it does have seven exclamation points. Following the fanfare,
"Afternoon Delight" by Starland Vocal Band starts up. The fans give a
loud heel pop for the obnoxious introduction of the self-professed
SUPREME Champion, "Your Hero" Danny Daniels. Daniels bursts from
behind the welcome banner, arms spread to soak in all of the imaginary
glory of his imaginary legions of fans. The bulky young man with the
straggly blond hair wears a red sequined jacket with 'Your Hero'
written on the back in black, red trunks, and black boots. Around his
waist is a belt with the words SUPREME CHAMPION and an embossed
picture of Daniels on the faceplate. A pair of wraparound shades
inhabit his clean-shaven face, as does a big goofy smile representing
his joy at being so exulted by his devotees. The actual crowd boos.]
Herk Douglas: Making his way to the ring, accompanied by his campaign
manager: Todd "The Rod" Johnstone and his head of security Warren "Big
Bubba" Hayes, from Tuscaloosa Alabama and weighting 228 pounds; he is
the Phoenix Valley Wrestling American champion. Here is Gibson "Red"
Hayes!
[Feedback and heavy breathing...]
Voice of Burton C. Bell: In America today, every 25 fucking seconds
someone is viciously raped, someone is brutally violated; 250 times a
day, someone is murdered, someone's life is taken, In America; This is
America, This is America, and I love America, I love America
[And then a quick cut to Eliot Lipp's "Rap Tight". The juxtaposition
and meshing of heavy metal and then fine beats gets a rise out of the
audience (as well as knowing who's about to come out). Gibson Hayes
steps out from behind the curtains as a bright red spotlight focuses
on PVW's American champion. Hayes basks in the spotlight for a second
and then out come his campaign manager: Todd "The Rod Johnstone and
his head of security: Warren "Big Bubba" Hayes. The American champion
is wearing a t-shirt reading: Gibson Hayes - PVW Commissioner 2009;
vote early and vote often, as he makes his way to the ring. The infant
terrible of PVW is wearing a variant on his trunks (as describe on
Damage Control) while Todd is wearing his same outfit (as seen often)
while Big Bubba is in the same outfit he had on during the Damage
Control interview. The trio make their way to the ring and Gibson
looks a bit annoyed.]
JM: All six men are now at ring side and look at referee Duke Martin.
The look on his face tells a story of "What was I just assigned".
[Gibson Hayes tries to get the attention of Scrayper and Danny
Daniels, but their minds are obviously on their foe standing across
the ring. Hayes finally tosses his arms up shouting "conspiracy" and
steps to the outside.]
JM: Gibson Hayes looks unhappy with his teammates... Perhaps PVW in
general. Everything is a conspiracy when it comes to Gibson Hayes
these days.
[Danny Daniels steps out letting the mysterious Scrayper begin things
with his team and that solves any questions on the face side as Tom
Landis and Sinister both obliges by stepping out.]
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03.12.09 Damage Control
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Six Man Action:
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Dark Soul, Sinister, & Landis v. Daniels, Scrayper, & Hayes
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*DING!* *DING!* *DING!*
JM: And we have Scrayper and Dark Soul starting things out inside the
ring! Two men that are quickly making their presence known here in
the PVW. Both men have traveled the world and held highly prestigious
gold and has stood at the top of the wrestling world's mountain.
[The bell has been sounded and the two men glare right across the ring
at one another. Sinister and Landis quickly become cheerleaders on
the outside ring apron firing their partner up.]
JM: Much to Lady Belles enjoyment Dark Soul seems a bit hesitant to
mix it up. The crafty veteran is circling Scrayper who is standing in
the middle ring just daring Dark Soul to get with in range.
[And to the fans excitement the two lock up! Scrayper quickly shoves
the veteran off and fires off a series of _stiff_ kicks ...]
"___TWAAAAAP___"
"___TWAAAAAP___"
"___TWAAAAAP___"
JM: Those kicks only seem to fire Dark Soul up! He charges and takes
Scrayper down with a short-arm lariat. Scrayper quickly back up and
he is taken off his feet with a dropkick! Scrayper back up and quick
armdrag takedown by Dark Soul and listen to the fans roar as he
controls the completely unpredictable Scrayper!
[The crafty veteran Dark Soul brings Scrayper into his corner and tags
in Tom Landis. Landis quickly through the ropes and drives an elbow
down on the vulnerable arm of Scrayper. Landis follows up by firing
off a few clubbing forearm shots and sends him into the corner with a
big Irish whip ... Landis charges, but Scrayper ducks under,
spring boarding .... dropkick which catches Tom Landis right in the
jaw. Scrayper follows up with a diving two foot kick to the jaw as
The Hellraiser sits up.]
JM: Scrayper offering the tag to Gibson Hayes who wants no part of it.
Danny Daniels takes it and he quickly rushes into the ring pointing at
Sinister as he drives a fist into the side of Landis head shouting
"This is for you!".
[Daniels pulls up the dazed Landis and sets him high in the air with a
big vertical suplex and Daniels quickly hooks a leg!]
ONE ...
TWO ...
JM: Not this early and Landis powers out. Daniels is now pointing at
Sinister. He wants the big man!
[The fans roar ... Danny Daniels isn't the only one who wants
Sinister inside the ring. Landis props back to his feet and looks
across at Daniels calling Sinister into the ring.]
JM: It looks like Danny Daniels wants big daddy Sin ...
[BIG TAGGING IN BIG DADDY SIN POP!!!]
JM: And he just got his wish!
[Sinister steps over the top ropes with his long legs. Gibson Hayes
shouts from the ring apron at the fans to shut up. Once Sinister is
in the ring with Daniels, he challenges him to a knuckle lock.
Sinister tilts his head as if the much smaller Daniels is stupid. Not
wasting anymore time the big man locks knuckles and quickly gets the
upper hand as Daniels screams out in pain!]
JM: That didn't take long. What was Daniels thinking? This isn't a
good spot for Daniels and the fans are eating it up!
[Landis and Dark Soul are having a good laugh at Danny Daniels
expense, but Daniels finally yanks his hands free and shakes them in
pain, but with a quick thumb to Sinister's eye ... Sinister stumbles
back, but it didn't slow him down for long a BIG right by Sinister
stumbles Daniels. Daniels fires back with a quick series of rights
that send Sinister's head to the side. Sinister grabs Daniels and
twists tossing him into the corner and crashing into the turnbuckles.
He unloads with big booming rights one after another. He goes to send
Daniels out of the corner, but Daniels reverses it ... Sinister comes
charging out and takes him down with a clothesline and the fans roar!]
JM: Daniels has his hands full with Sinister! Sinister now playing to
the crowd. The fans love big daddy Sin.
[Sinister turns just in time to get that bad wheel clipped out.
Daniels now smells blood and begins kicking that bum knee in the
brace. Daniels drops his knee cap meeting Sinister's. Daniels hooks
the leg ...]
ONE ...
TWO ...
[KICK OUT POP!!!]
JM: Sinister may have a bad wheel but he powers right out! Daniels
drops down and begins dropping rights on Sinister's forehead, but
Sinister grabs Daniels and just hurls him off him!
[Daniels gets up and charges, but Sinister gets a boot up just in time
and Daniels runs head first right into it! Daniels leaps back up and
scrambles over to his corner, but Gibson Hayes leaps down to a chorus
of boo's. He continues to want no part of this six man tag. Daniels
then tags in Scrayper who started the match.]
JM: Gibson Hayes who started this match acting like the leader sure
doesn't look too much like a leader right now. AND Sinister just sent
Scrayper down with a big right hand. Sinister retags in Dark Soul and
he flies into the ring hits the ropes ... SPINNING HEEL KICK MEETS
SCRAYPER GETTING TO HIS FEET!!!
[Scrayper rolls to the outside, but this doesn't stop Dark Soul as he
grabs the ropes and sends himself up and over landing on a reeling
Scrayper!]
KICK HIS ASS !!! KICK HIS ASS !!! KICK HIS ASS !!!
KICK HIS ASS !!! KICK HIS ASS !!! KICK HIS ASS !!!
KICK HIS ASS !!! KICK HIS ASS !!! KICK HIS ASS !!!
JM: The fans remember the games Scrayper played with Caleb Foley and
then Dark Soul. They are going wild as Dark Soul pulls Scrayper up
and rocks him with another hard right.
[Dark Soul yanks the arm of Scrayper and whips him towards the
supporting guard rail ...]
"___CLAAAAAANG___"
JM: Scrayper's back almost bent in half from the impact. Dark Soul
charging forward ....
[POP!!!]
JM: Scrayper sends him over the guard rail! The fans broke Dark
Soul's fall however!
[Dark Soul is on the opposite side of the guard rail of Scrayper, but
the two are still tossing bombs! With all eyes on the two men on the
outside unleashing their hatred ... Danny Daniels has walked around to
the other corner, and yanked down Sinister, Sinister fires back as the
two begin to brawl!]
JM: Danny Daniels with a cunning plan, but it's usually ... actually
when you are Danny Daniels let me rephrase that _always_ a really bad
idea.
[There is a brawl on both sides of the ring as Gibson Hayes tosses up
his hands and leaps off the ring apron. He begins slowly backing away
watching the carnage infront of him however as he reaches the aisle
way there stands Tom Landis waiting for him.]
JM: That don't look good for Gibson Hayes. Up until this point he has
avoided any action in this match up. I am sure he is thinking this
was one big conspiracy to get Tom Landis and Gibson Hayes to brawl it
out, but folks the plain truth is Tom Landis just out smarted Gibson
Hayes!
[Hayes turns around and holds his hands up and turns diving under the
ropes to escape ... Landis is high on his trail as Hayes dives out the
opposite side and hops the guard rail into the crowd. The referee is
at a seven count, but he has totally lost any interest in these men
returning to the ring.]
JM: Tom Landis is now busting through the crowd and _AFTER_ Gibson
Hayes!!!!!!
COWARD!!! COWARD!!! COWARD!!! COWARD!!!
COWARD!!! COWARD!!! COWARD!!! COWARD!!!
COWARD!!! COWARD!!! COWARD!!! COWARD!!!
[Dark Soul has been tossed into the corner of the guard rail now and
he slumps over... Scrayper takes off running at full speed ... A
Yakuza Kick right to the mouth!]
JM: OUCH I can't even watch that again. Let's hope the replay folks
aren't paying attention.
[Scrayper then leaps into a series of leaping knee strikes to the
nose, followed up a couple of boot scrapes across the forehead as
blood begins to seep through the soften skin of Dark Soul.]
JM: The referee finally reaches a _very_ slow ten count. He gave
them all the chance in the world to return to the ring, but these men
have lost focus on the outcome. Look at the opening of that wound of
Dark Soul. It appears Scrayper has accomplished what he set out.
Even
with out his tools of joy he has opened the forehead of Dark Soul.
[Scrayper is now on the ring apron and climbing the ropes ... Dark
Soul is pushing himself to his feet he turns just as the maniac leaps
.... SPEAR RIGHT INTO DARK SOUL AND THE TWO MEN CRASH TO THE CEMENT
AND INTO THE UNFORGIVING GUARD RAIL!!!!]
HOLY SHIT !!! HOLY SHIT !!! HOLY SHIT !!! HOLY SHIT !!!
HOLY SHIT !!! HOLY SHIT !!! HOLY SHIT !!! HOLY SHIT !!!
HOLY SHIT !!! HOLY SHIT !!! HOLY SHIT !!! HOLY SHIT !!!
HOLY SHIT !!! HOLY SHIT !!! HOLY SHIT !!! HOLY SHIT !!!
JM: HOLY MOTHER OF GOD!!!!!
[Meanwhile Daniels and Sinister have made their fight back into the
center of the ring. The match is long over, but either nobody seemed
to tell these two or they just don't care. Sinister whips Daniels
into the ropes .... TILT-A-WHIRL, but Daniels somehow ends on his feet
... DDT COUNTER!!!!]
JM: What a counter by Danny Daniels! He is now stumbling over to the
ropes. He has made his way to the second ropes ...
[He leaps into a diving head butt from the second rope ...]
JM: TOODLES~! He is hooking a leg, but this match has been thrown
out.
[Daniels uses his other free hand to slap the mat ... One time ... two
time ... three time in rapid speed and leaps off holding his arm
raised high.]
JM: He is telling referee Duke Martin to raise his hand, but he is
refusing.
[Danny Daniels is shouting he won. Didn't you see the three count!
And from behind Sinister is on his feet! The fans roar as Daniels
turns around to see a wicked smile across the face of big daddy Sin.
He drops down and rolls to the outside and grabs his Supreme
championship title and high tails it up the aisle way. Sinister
stands glaring not moving shaking nodding his head as the fans stand
cheering him on.]
JM: Folks I don't know what to say! Tom Landis chased Gibson Hayes
off. We haven't seen either man since. Scrayper put his body on the
line and landed a devastating spear to the outside and we have
officials checking both men over. Danny Daniels did his best Gibson
Hayes impression and high tailed it to the back after hitting Sinister
with a TOODLES~! This will go down as a toss out, but we have three
situations that are going to have to get resolved some how! What an
unique tonight has been. We are already past our hour of air time.
Don't forget to turn into Heatwave. Alex Martinez and Rob Cole
teaming together to take on Justin Cruise and Chase Williams. That is
one match you _won't_ want to miss!
[Cut to the back. Tom Landis, Gibson Hayes has obviously gotten away,
walks into the empty locker room. A strange look crosses his face,
and he walks over to the bench where a duffel bag sits. On top of the
bag is an envelope.]
TL: What, PVW's leaving their paychecks out in the open now?
[Landis grabs the envelope and rips it open. Inside is a piece of
paper, which Tom looks at and then reads out loud.]
TL: I know the key to solving your problem. Meet me at Heatwave. A
friend...
What the hell?
[Fade to PVW logo.]
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Brian: Canadian Legacy/Wild Cards & Six Man Tag
Rob: LOCO/Maniac
Dro: Feyr/Cox
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