[Fade in: The Original PVW Phoenix logo shines fire red, brighter
than ever.  A spinning globe forms behind it ... On the globe little
thumbtack's stand everywhere that PVW has visited up until this point.
Quite a-bit of the United States and one stand alone in London ...]

V/O: Two nights ... Two of the biggest cities in the world.  PVW put
on a show like no other.

[Images of a bloodied and battered Rick Marley standing outside the
steel cage ... followed by Rob Cole looking down at the PVW World
Championship title with confusion.]

V/O: Shattered Dreams stands in the history book ready to test the
times of it's legacy.   New Champions stand ...

[Livestock and The Gutch post Unholy War raise the PVW tag team
championship titles ...  Perry Fontana removes the Masked Maniac mask
to shock the world as the PVW Network Champion.]

V/O: New superstars enter ready to begin the climb ... To be a PVW
Contender.

[Debuting Adrain Tanner is seen standing inside a PVW ring.  Returning
veteran, Tracy Hudson flee's up the aisle way after smacking both
Johnny Detson and The Spectre.  Wrestling's lighting rod, Chris Hopper
stands in the zebra stripes with fireworks going off all around.]

V/O: Change is on the horizon.  Champions will have to fight harder
then ever before to keep the hungry wolves at bay.  Superstars will
have to come out with their "A" game night after night as they claw
and climb their way up the contender ladders ...  PVW is wrestling's
golden playground.  In ten years the superstars before you will be the
ones talked about.

[Quick highlight reel through faces of all PVW superstars ... From Doc
Holliday to Rob Cole to Sinister to Jokers Wild to Outlaw to Mike Cox
... every superstar!]

V/O: With change comes questions?  For months PVW has thrived under a
policy ... A policy of safety ... A policy of competition ... A policy
of hope.

[Highlights of Shattered Dreams - Dr.X attacking the referee and Caleb
Foley post match.  Danny Daniels attacking Sinister with a chair.  WMI
attempting to finish Doc Holliday off.  Alex Martinez shockingly
hitting Jason Keening with the chain.]

V/O: The policy stands on the brink of collapse.  All eyes are upon
us.
As we head towards PVW's landmark stage ...  Back to where it all
began.  With a roster widely considered the best in the industry.
With shows that will stand the test of time.  There are more questions
then ever before.

[Images of PVW fans ... young and old.]

V/O: The only thing left now is ... to march forward and find out
those answers.

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

Strickland Sports Network is proud to Present...

[Damage Control's newest theme song - Offspring's "You're Gonna Go
Far, Kid begins to play ...]

# Show me how to lie #
# You're getting better all the time #
# And turning all against the one #
# Is an art that's hard to teach #
# Another clever word #
# Sets off an unsuspecting herd #
# And as you step back into line #
# A mob jumps to their feet #

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

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

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

# Slowly out of line #
# And drifting closer in your sights #
# So play it out I'm wide awake #
# It's a scene about me #
# There's something in your way #
# And now someone is gonna pay #
# And if you can't get what you want #
# Well it's all because of me #

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



                          PVW's

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

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


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

[The camera cuts to a new Damage Control set.  It still has it's
modern-looking appeal, a metal-heavy desk sitting in the middle of the
floor with the words "Damage Control" in large block letters with a TV
screen embedded into the first "O".  However behind the "Damage
Control" sits the fiery bird known as the Phoenix.  If you look closey
in orange letters that make up the bird sit's in cursive lettering
every PVW superstar that has ever wrestled a match to help make PVW
what it is today.

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

JM: Welcome back folks to Damage Control and what a night we have in-
store.  PVW promised that Damage Control would continue to grow and
tonight the first show right after Shattered Dreams proves they were
right.

[Joshua Morgan shuffles through the notes in front of him.]

JM: With a lineup like Tom Landis taking on Masked Maniac, PAIN versus
Nielsen and Cox, and the hyped six man tag match.  You can expect some
top of the line action mixed in with the debut of Adrain Tanner and
much more!  However before we get too far ahead of ourselves we have
some taped footage of the latest addition to the hot and heavy PVW tag
team division.

[The screen flickers white, with a red flowing center... and the
camera pans back to reveal the Japanese flag waving in the wind.
There is silence for a moment... and then we see footage from a
Japanese promotion, a large man with his head shaved to a stubble and
mutton chops along his jawline lifts a smaller opponent and DRIVES him
to the mat with a sit-out spinebuster! The image flickers again,
revealing another man with short dark hair and a goatee leaping from
the top rope into a knee drop on his own opponent.]

Womans Voice: We have come from the Land of the Rising Sun.  Three
strangers to the United States, professionals who have every intention
of testing themselves against the best in the world.  The best have
come to Phoenix Valley... the best have proven themselves in Phoenix
Valley... and the best have been targeted in Phoenix Valley.

[Two men stand, dressed in blue trunks with the Japanese Flag along
their flanks... The larger of the two crosses his arms while the other
one offers a smile for the circling camera.]

Womans' Voice: Now we have our chance... we have our opportunity.
Very soon, the World will be introduced to the newest tag team to join
Phoenix Valley.  They are my Bushi Boys.  And I... I am their guide to
your world.  Domo arigato gozaimasu...

[Cut back into studio...]

JM: I think we saw them before ... In one of Ohno's stand in's.
Anyway's it just goes to show that not only does the PVW continue to
expand ... The best from all over has flocked towards the Phoenix from
Europe to Japan.  With teams like the Wild Cards and PAIN and Prophets
who we will see later tonight.  You can bet they will have every
opportunity to test their skills against the best.

[Morgan pauses as if he is listening to his ear piece in his right
ear.]

JM: Speaking of new blood looking to test themselves in PVW against
the best.  I am getting word that one of PVW's latest additions is on
his way to the ring to do _just_ that.

[The camera cuts to the entrance to the ring, where we see one of the
newest arrivals to PVW, Tracy Hudson. Hudson is wearing a white dress
shirt and red tie. He has the sleeves rolled up, revealing his tattoo
covered forearms. He is also wearing a pair of black cargo pants with
the legs rolled up, so as to appear more like shorts. Underneath that,
he is wearing his typical oxblood colored Doc Martens.]

JM: Tracy Hudson is inside the ring and we aren't exactly sure why
yet.  Clearly he has something to get off his chest.   One thing is
for sure ... He's not scheduled to be here tonight? Why is Tracy
Hudson here?

[Hudson must have read Morgan's mind. Hudson immediately makes his way
to the ring apron and rolls underneath the bottom rope. Now firmly
entrenched in the ring, he holds out his hand to the Voice, clearly
asking for (and receiving) the microphone.]

HUDSON: So, I'm dead certain you people have one question right now-
What am I doing here?

JM: The thought did cross our minds yes.

HUDSON: Well...I'm standing here to tell you- I'm wondering the exact
same thing. Certainly you all have seen the schedule? So you all
know...I'm not supposed to be here tonight.

JM: Like that stopped him or anything.

[Hudson smirks at the camera.]

HUDSON: And yet, here I am.

So why? Why am I here?

HUDSON: [chuckles softly, mostly to himself] Well, I'd say, 'funny you
should ask'. But none of you asked.

[Hudson now begins to pace agitatedly back and forth in the ring, the
smirk growing into an almost predatory smile.]

HUDSON: Still, it is funny. See, I'm sitting in my hotel room watching
bad TV and talking to my wife and little girl on the phone...and
suddenly I get ANOTHER call...from PVW.

HUDSON: So...APPARANTLY, somebody has decided that I have to prove
myself tonight. APPARANTLY, there is somebody in the back who takes
umbrage to my return. And APPARANTLY, the offended party wishes to
have his grievance heard before everyone in attendance here tonight.

[Hudson stands stock-still, facing the ring entrance.]

HUDSON: So...whomever you are, by all means, come out! Make your
grievances heard! But I'm going to warn you...this better NOT be a
waste of time, or so help me...

[Out steps Will Geddings number one fan, Freddy Travis.  The youngster
is full of smiles dressed in his wrestling gear.  Shocking well just
about everyone Freddy has a wireless mic in his right hand.]

TRAVIS: Yeah! It was me! I called you out!

[Hudson cocks his head to one side. We can see a "WTF?" look creep
across his face.]

HUDSON: And you are...?

TRAVIS: Who am I? I'm Fredd-

HUDSON: [Cutting Travis off.] That was rhetorical, bud. I could give a
shit who you are. The only thing I need to know about you just by
looking at you is this- you are NOT the guy I'm here for.

You are NOT the reason I came out of retirement.

You are NOT affiliated with Hayes, Johnstone, Willingham or any of
those types.

Therefore...

YOU ARE WASTING MY TIME!

[Freddy Travis takes off his wild green jacket and has on a t-shirt
that says - I was apart of Masked Mania!  He rolls under the ring as
Tracy Hudson turns his back and begins to speak not paying any
attention what-so-ever ...]

JM: It looks like Freddy Travis wants a match with Tracy Hudson?  I
have seen crazier things in my --

[And just as Joshua Morgan was about to finish his sentence ... Freddy
Travis dropkicks the side of the Prodigy's knee who wasn't paying
attention to Freddy Travis at all.]


* WHAT THE BLEEP POP! *





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                 10.26.09 Damage Control
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                    One on One Action:
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                Tracy Hudson v. Freddy Travis
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*DING!* *DING!* *DING!*


JM: Okay and there is that.  We have ourselves a match!  And Freddy
Travis is swinging away on Tracy Hudson.  Hudson isn't even dressed to
wrestle, but Freddy Travis is down here to make a statement at the PVW
newcomer - Tracy Hudson's expense.

[Travis whips Hudson across and drops him with a short-arm lariat.  He
drops down with excitement and hooks a leg for the cover.]




ONE ...




TWO ...




JM: Hudson kicks out with authority.  Travis pulling Hudson up and
Tracy Hudson rakes the eyes of the youngster.  He stumbles down
holding that right knee that received that dropkick before the bell.
Travis coming towards Hudson and EATS a big right.  Hudson swings
again and drops Freddy Travis.

[The camera catches a grimacing look across Tracy Hudson's face as he
grabs the youngster and launches him out of the ring and to the hard
concrete floor.]

JM: Hudson shaking off some ring rust.  It's been quite some time
since we saw the Prodigy inside a wrestling ring.  At one time he was
considered one the hottest rising star's in this industry.

[Hudson charges and launches himself off the ropes with a springboard
suicide moonsault ...  but he misses the top rope and trips up before
Travis.]

JM: And there is some of that ring rust I was just talking about.
Travis has Hudson up and he sends him towards the ring steps ...


"___THUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"


* KICK HIS ASS FREDDY POP! *

[Hudson grabs his right shoulder in pain as Freddy Travis leaps up
springboarding off the ring apron and shows off his accuracy drilling
Hudson who is slumped up against the ring steps.]

JM: Shades of Freddy Travis idol - Will Geddings right there!

[Travis grabs the back of Hudson's hair and rolls him under the ropes
and quickly climbs to the top ropes and leaps off with a legdrop
hitting Hudson right across the back of his neck and rolls him over
and hooks another leg.]




ONE ...




TWO ...




JM: Another strong kick out by Tracy Hudson.  Even though the ring
rust is showing his toughness apparently has remained. Travis is
returning to the top ropes.  Maybe we should call him the Flyboy after
his long time idol.

[Travis climbs the top rope for a missile dropkick, but gets crotched
by Hudson at the top. Hudson launches Travis back into the center of
the ring with a hurricanrana. Hudson immediately follows through by
climbing back to the top and hitting a corkscrew moonsault on Travis.]


* HEEL POP *


JM: So much for ring rust!  Hudson yanks Travis up and yanks him into
an inverted atomic drop!  Travis off the ropes and Hudson scoops him
up ...


"___THUUUUUUUD___"


... POWERSLAM!




ONE ...




TWO ...




[Travis's foot finds the ropes breaking the count.  Hudson hops up
raising his hand, but the referee pulls it down saying it was only a
two-count.  Hudson begins arguing the count with the ref.   Travis
behind and a schoolboy!]

JM: The referee is down for the count!




ONE ...




TWO ...




[Hudson with another strong kick out.  He rolls to the outside
furious!  However Freddy Travis is right there behind him and twirls
him around and Travis throws a punch, which is blocked by Hudson and
countered with a clinch. Hudson knees Travis in the sternum, and
delivers a spinning neckbreaker, sending them both back to the floor.]


* OUTSIDE ACTION POP! *


JM: Action has spilt to the outside!  The referee continues to count
both men out.

[At the seven count Hudson rolls Travis under the ring and follows
him.  Hudson pulls up Travis and out of nowhere Russian leg sweep with
aggression!]


"___KAAAAATHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"


JM: Hudson is a master at the Russian leg sweep and Travis was just
_planted_ into that mat.  Hudson doesn't look anywhere close to being
done he grabs the leg of Travis and twists it around ... Half Boston
Crab!

[And Travis lifts his head up shaking it no as the referee asks if he
is ready to give up.  The crowd is behind the young Freddy Travis -
but he doesn't look to be in a very good position right now.  Finally
Travis is able to claw and push his way into the ropes ... However as
expected Hudson refuses to let loose of the hold.]

One ...

Two ...

Three ...

Four ...

Fiii ---

JM: Hudson drops the hold.  The Prodigy looks to be shaking some of
this ring rust.	 Hudson yanks the youngster up and Travis with a burst
of spins around him and as Hudson turns ... SPRINGBOARD!!!


"___THUUUUUUUUUUUD___"


* POPPAGE! *


... DDT!  Travis with another cover!  COULD THIS BE IT!?!




ONE ...




TWO ...




THR ---




[Hudson shoots a shoulder up at the very last second.  Travis cups his
face in his hands shaking his head no.  He was so close pulling off
what can only be called a mammoth unexpected upset.  He drives his
fist down in the side of Hudson's head.  Drives another fist down.]

JM: Travis and Hudson are slugging it out, Travis getting the upper
hand! Travis whips Hudson into the ropes ... REVERSED!

[Travis rebounds off of the ropes right into a superkick from Hudson.
Travis hits the ropes again and rebounds back into Hudson, who hits a
Rydeen Bomb!]


"___KAAAATHUUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"


JM: The impact was just massive and Travis looks to be in some major
trouble now.  Hudson has Travis up barely and whips him into the ropes
again ... TILT-A-WHIRL ...  BONE CRUSHING BACKBREAKER!!!

[Hudson keeps Travis on his knee and drives down vicious elbows into
the upper chest - jaw area of Travis just punishing his opponent.
Hudson stands up scooping Travis from the backbreaker position and up
onto his shoulders .... Samoan drop!]

JM: Blood from the nose area of Travis from those sharp elbow's and
now The Prodigy is just playing with Travis it appears.   Hudson on
the top ropes ...

[Springboard corkscrew moonsault ....]

JM: HUDSON SPECIAL!  This one should be all, but over.  Travis isn't
even moving and he is bleeding from his nose region.  His nose could
be broken.

[Hudson back to his feet as the referee tells him to just pin the poor
guy.  Hudson simply picks Travis up and shrugs his shoulders to the
crowd. He then lifts Travis with ease into a vertical suplex ... in
which he shifts Travis weight and drops him with a tombstone ...]


"___THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"


* HEEL FINISHER POP! *


JM: PRODIGY DRIVER ... So much for ring rust!




ONE ...




TWO ...




THREE !!!




*DING*DING*DING*


JM: Hudson started off a-bit slow, but once he got rolling he showed
flashes as to why he was called the next big thing by quite a few
people when he first started.

HD: The winner of this maaaa-

[Hudson snatches the microphone out of Herk Douglas's hands and stands
over Freddy Travis's fallen form. Hudson starts screaming...]

HUDSON: THERE!? DO YOU SEE? DO YOU SEE WHAT YOU DID? YOU WASTED THIS
CROWD'S TIME! YOU WASTED THIS COMPANY'S TIME! AND EVER MORE
IMPORTANT...YOU WASTED MY TIME! SHAME ON YOU!

[Hudson backhand slaps Travis across the cheek. One must keep one's
pimp hand strong after all.]

HUDSON: YOU OWE EVERYONE HERE A BIG APOLOGY, MISTER!

JM: Okay this is just uncalled for.  Freddy Travis wrestled one of the
best matches of his life against a huge name in this industry.


*THUMP*


[Hudson tosses the microphone onto the mat as he turns and slides
through the ropes.  The fans give him the thumbs down as he snarls at
them as he heads to the back.]

JM: Tracy Hudson made his arrival at Shattered Dreams sending a
message to Johnny Detson ...  He is set to wrestle on Heatwave, but he
came down here on Damage Control and shook what-ever ring rust he had
right off.  He is set to team up with the PVW American Champion -
Gibson Hayes and perhaps we will get some more answers to his
unexpecting return to the wrestling ring.

[A sip of water pauses Morgan for only a moment.]

JM: Speaking of champions ... Perry Fontana came in on fire and he
never slowed down.  Capturing a spot in Shattered Dreams - Ladder
Mania right away and he now stands as PVW's Network Champion.  However
it wasn't with a little controversy.

[Backstage, an irritated voice resonates.]

VO: Hey, Perry.

[That voice? It belongs to the Masked Maniac, and it sounds mightily
pissed  off. The drunkard in the blue and gray SSN mask tugs at a
man's silky, hooded boxer's robe; a shiny cloth of orange, gold and
red with the words "Le Phenix"embedded over the shoulders.]

MM: Perry.  Perry.  Perry.  Perry.  Perry?  PERRY!?

[It has shiny golden platings, a dark burnt orange leather strap, a
sparkling nameplate labeled "Perry Fontana," and it would inspire
jealousy among the bling-happiest of rappers. It's the newly restored
Network Championship and, to the Masked Maniac's dismay, it has "The
Everlasting" Perry Fontana's undivided attention.]

PF: Aaaaahhh wwaaay... Wait! IS THAT DUST?? No, no isn't. Good.
Good...

MM: Perryperryperryperryperry...

[Only now taking notice of something tugging at him, Fontana finally
turns to his interlocutor.]

PF: Cousin! My friend the _Masked_ MANIAC! YEAH! Hey, cousin. I heard
about the Championship Committee's decision. Tough luck.

[Maniac is taken aback, not quite prepared for a friendly response
from someone he obviously believes has wronged him.  He looks around,
making a face like there's a stinkbug stuck up his nose, then finds
the words he wants to say.]

MM: Seriously?  That's it?  I mean, we have an oral agreement, Perry.
Did you even mention that to the suits?

PF: Sure, cousin. I sort of did. But you know, it's not the first time
they _stab_ us in the BACK! Outlaw was supposed to be suspended,
cousin. It was in the bag. The verdict was in and the case _was_
CLOSED! Yet... They completely DROPPED THE BALL. Frankly, I'm not
surprised they pathetically failed us again.

MM: Hm.  That does sound like something they'd do.  After all, they
did use me as a punching bag for my whole life.  Well, different
suits.  Jerks in suits ... they're all the same.  Everybody in a suit
is a jerk.

[Fontana nods, knowingly, as Maniac purses his lips, brown eyes
narrowing behind the holes in his mask.]

PF: I did what I could, my man. They wouldn't hear of it. They've got
some major wood for some asini patetici, a sinister giant and his Big
Daddy Sin hoodies. De la vrai merde.

MM: Yes.  The something poop.  Hey, wait ... is that what I think it
is?

[Maniac points at the shiny golden belt resting on Fontana's shoulder.
Fontana pats it and raises an eyebrow quizzically.]

PF: What? Oh that? It's no big deal, cousin.

MM: I like what you did with the Network title, Perry.

PF: Yeah, well. It really isn't worth much of my time, but I just had
to purge it of that LOCO stench.

MM: Yeah, I hear you.

PF: But the thing is already becoming bothersome...

MM: Yeah, I hear-wait, what?  You don't want it?

PF: Cousin, I'm simply _better_ than this little championship.

MM: I'll take it...

[Like a zombie in pursuit of brains, Maniac leans forward, extending
his arms and tongue.]

PF: After all, "Deathless" Perry Fontana is the man that dipped Death
in honey before letting some Africanized bees go loose not once, not
twice but - HEY!!!

MM: What?

[Dead stop.  Beat.]

PF: TAKE YOUR HAND AWAY RIGHT NOW!

[Spittle flies, forcing Masked Maniac to blink frantically in spite of
the cover his SSN adorned mask grants him.  Perry swats Maniac's
outstretched fingers, causing his weird little friend to recoil,
rubbing his hand.]

MM: But the gold's so pretty...

PF: I _just_ had the thing REPOLISHED, cousin!

MM: Sorry, yeah, sorry.

PF: Don't want no greasy finger stains on this fragile patina. Now,
where was I.

MM: I, uh, could wear gloves?  Anyway, you were talking to the
suits...

PF: Ah, si, si! You know what they did when I brought up your name,
cousin. Can you guess?

MM: "He sure is a snappy dresser"?

PF: Non!  They _LAUGHED_! They laughed their _ASINI_ off! You know
what they did? They asked me if I was serious. They asked me if I was
joking, trying to punk them by naming YOU the _number one_ contender,
cousin.

MM: Who did what with how many chickens!?

PF: Cousin, I was just about _boiling_! I told them Masked Maniac and
I shared a special bond! We made a PACT, cousin! You and me, you know
we're tight, right? Right?

[Maniac pauses, squints a little (he may be furrowing his brow, but
the mask's in the way), and finally nods, making a little moue.]

MM: Yeah.  Yeah, man.  Tight as a teenager...

PF: You know a big secret about me, and I know one about you, cousin.
That's a rock solid bond right there!

[Fontana extends his non-belt cuddling hand, and the pair lock hands
in a thumb-gripping kind of handshake.]

MM: We are as one.  A 500-pound cursing spitting Frenchtalian-
Americanadian masked drunken sex machine!

[Fontana pauses in the telling of his tale long enough to display
confusion at Maniac's strange words, then shrugs it off as his
standard lunacy.]

PF: Uhhh . yeah.  But, cousin, you don't know the worst part! They
said you had been added to Ladder Mania as a _JOKE!_ A DARE, cousin!
Someone on that board lost a bet and there you are: Masked Maniac,
booked in Ladder Mania.

MM: I had totally beaten that [BLEEP]tard! I deserved to be there!

PF: You don't have to tell ME, cousin! The owners, that Championship
Committee... they _all_ have in IN FOR YA! Aaaah waaay. They're just
_screwing_ with you. They just told me the challenger was that
CRIPPLED, king-sized _douchebag_ Sinister.

MM: I heard!  I mean, hell, he doesn't have a better record than me .
really...  They're making me mad, Perry!

PF: And they told me that I didn't decide who the challengers were,
_THEY_ did.

MM: Ooh!  Ooh!  Did you amputate 'em~!?

PF: Cousin, I SPAT in their faces and left in _protest_!

MM: That's good too!  YEAH!

PF: YEAH!

MM: YEAH!  Serves them right!

PF: That's what I thought. Anyways... uh... I gotta go.

MM: Oh, uh, okay.  Yeah.

PF: So... good luck with your match, cousin.

MM: Thanks Perry.  Buh-bye.

[Masked Maniac's anger deflected elsewhere, the men part ways. Masked
Maniac stomps off as Fontana departs in the opposite direction, a
self-satisfied, humorless smirk framed by his two massive muttonchops.
In his raspy voice, he chuckles.]

PF: Ha! Trop facile!

[Cut.]

[The fans boo loudly as 'Mean' Ed Green enters the arena. He comes to
the ring and steps through the ropes before turning to the crowd and
giving them the obligatory thumbs down.]

*HEEL POP!*

JM: Ed Green is here looking to blood another PVW newcomer and he
looks like he means business.

[Darkness.]

Revolver Ocelot: Hold it right there, traitor. Let's find out just how
lucky you are.

[The IntenseTron lights up as spliced footage from Metal Gear Solid 3
plays on the screen.]

(Ocelot reveals a bullet for his revolver. He loads the bullet)

Ocelot: Watch closely. (takes out three revolvers)

Ocelot: One of these three guns has a single bullet in it. I'm going
to pull the trigger six times in a row. Are you ready?

(Ocelot juggles the three guns. Each time he pulls a trigger, Sokolov
winces. The fifth time a trigger is pulled, Sokolov pisses his pants)

Ocelot: Looks like your luck hasn't run out yet.

(The sixth time, the gun fires and the screen shatters into a million
pieces as two words appears through the broken-ness.)

+A R I Z O N A
A S S A S S I N+

v/o: "GO!"

[Red and white spotlights illuminate the stage as "Tranquil" by
Darkest Hour plays through the PA. The red spotlights make a circle
through the crowd while the white spotlights pulse in tune with the
music for a very dizzying effect, as Adrian Tanner steps out, head
down, most of his face obscured by the hood of his ring-jacket. He
walks down the ramp towards the ring, before stopping at the end of
the ramp before the ring, looks down and then throws his arms out to
the side as pyro explodes from the stage behind him. He pulls the
jacket off as he slides under the ropes, mounts the nearest turnbuckle
and makes a gun motion with his left hand. He cocks the "guns",
"fires" then jumps down and begins his pre-match warmup.]

JM: Tanner is looking for his first win here in Phoenix Valley but,
make no mistake, Ed Green is no pushover.  One of Masked Maniac's
closest friends in the back and rumored to be apart of Masked Mania in
Fontana's aid to win the PVW Network Championship.

[The referee brings the two competitors to the middle of the ring and
then signals for the bell.]


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                 10.26.09 Damage Control
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                    One on One Action:
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                Adrian Tanner v. Ed Green
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*DING!* *DING!* *DING!*


JM: Here we go with the first match here tonight on Damage Control!

[Green and Tanner go straight to it, locking up Collar and Elbow
style. Ed Green, though, easily overpowers the PVW newcomer and sends
him to the mat on his back.]

JM: In a straight-up test of strength Adrian Tanner isn't going to
stand a chance. He's gonna have to use his speed and skill and if he
wants to get the better of Ed Green.

[Tanner comes back to his feet and eyes Green warily, running the back
of his hand over his jaw and working the options through in his mind.
Without warning, Ed Green comes at him with a big right forearm smash
that the Arizona native easily ducks.]

JM: And that's what I'm talking about!

[Tanner, still in motion after ducking the big shot, seamlessly swings
behind Green and delivers a swift kick to the back of his knee. Green
drops down and, before he even knows what hit him, Tanner has him
drilled with a standing dropkick to the side of his head.]

JM: Tanner's already rocking Green's world and, if he can capitalize
on this, this match could be over in no time.

[Green falls back onto the mat and Tanner wastes no time in bouncing
off the ropes and dropping an elbow straight to the sternum of the
veteran brawler. He stands behind Green and grabs him by the head and
hauls the stunned brawler up into a sitting position before flipping
over his head with a vicious neck snap.]

JM: That's the kind of innovative offense I think we can expect from
the formwer CWA Heavyweight Champion-- WOW!

[Wow, indeed. It seems Adrian Tanner wasn't finished. He went straight
from the front flip neck snap and rebounded off the opposite ropes and
came straight back at Ed Green with a baseball slide dropkick!]

*FAST PACED POP!*

JM: And Tanner goes straight into the cover...




ONE ...




TWO ...




JM: Green powers out of the pin attempt and he and Tanner are back to
their feet in a flash-- and Tanner's straight back on the offensive!

[Tanner goes straight back at the groggy Green, rocking him with
rights and lefts. Green finds himself backed straight into a corner
and Tanner pulls back and marks the Tennessee man's bare chest with a
smart knife-edge chop...]

*OOOOOOOOOHHHH!*

[...and another.]

*OOOOOOOOOHHHH!*

[...and another.]

*OOOOOOOOOHHHH!*

[...and another.]

*OOOOOOOOOHHHH!*

[...and Tanner cocks his arm back for one more final chop.]

*OOOOOOOOOHHHH!*

JM: Holy Mother God! Green's chest is beet red after those stinging
knife edge chops!

[Tanner manhandles a staggered Ed Green out of the corner and hops up
to the turnbuckles and waits a split second as Green stumbles around
clutching his chest...]

JM: It looks as though Adrian Tanner is looking to end this right
here, right now. What's he planning?

[As Green wheels round to face the Tuscon technician, Tanner flies off
the top 'buckle , lands atop Green's shoulders and drills him to the
mat with a picture perfect hurricanrana!]


*____THUUUUD____*


*SWEET MOVE POP!*


JM: And the cover!




ONE ...




TWO ...




THR ...




JM: NO! Green just gets a shoulder up! I told you this wouldn't be
easy for Adrian Tanner!

[Tanner slaps the mat in frustration and pulls Green up his feet
before sending him straight back into the corner with a stiff looking
Irish whip. Green hits the 'buckles chest first deadweight and stays
there.]

JM: That's taken the wind straight out of Ed Green and it looks like
Tanner's reaching into his box of tricks to find a game breaking move!

[Tanner charges at the back of the winded Ed Green but what he was
planning to do when he got there we'll never know. The 15 year ring
veteran almost falls out of the corner leaving a helpless Tanner no
time to put the brakes on as he runs straight into the corner.]

JM: Ooohh! That, my friends, has got to hurt.

[Now it's Tanner's turn to be winded as 'Mean' Ed Green shakes his
head and slowly turns to face his opponent. He stalks to the corner
and grabs Tanner, spinning him round to face him.]

JM: Green's looking to payback - with interest - the punishment Adrian
Tanner's been doling out to him all night.

[And payback is the right word. Green rocks Tanner with a couple of
big, stiff haymakers that leave his head lolling from side to side and
couple of knees to Tanner's midsection make sure he know's who is in
control now. The Tennessee man then slowly pulls the groggy Tuscon
highflyer out of the corner and into the center of the ring before
planting him skull first into the mat with a simple but effective
DDT.]


*____THUUUUD____*


[Heel popage.]

JM: Green's first cover over the night!




ONE ...




TWO ...




JM: Ed Green pulled Tanner's shoulders up! He it looks like he doesn't
want the punishment to end there.

[Face to face in the center of the ring, Tanner's world is rocked with
a few more knees to the gut. Green then sends him into the ropes and
readies himself...]

JM: How quickly the momentum has shifted! If Ed Green can hit this
then...

[Then we'll never know because as Green pulls up Tanner for the
backbreaker, Tanner pulls himself round the big body of the brawler
and straight into a stunning Spinning DDT counter that sends 'Mean' Ed
Green head over heels in the center of the ring!]


*____THUUUUD____*



*FACE POP!*

JM: That came outta nowhere! And the agility! Green doesn't know what
the hell just hit him! And look at Tanner - he's straight back to his
feet!

[Tanner kips up to a solid round of applause and heads straight for
the nearest top rope.]

JM: This has got to be it! Ed Green is almost out cold.

[A few blinks and a slight shake of the head are the only indications
that Green is with us. Tanner, though, is firing on all cylinders. As
soon as he's up on that top rope he sails off through the air in a
picture perfect moonsault.]



*FLASH!*



*FLASH!*




*FLASH!*



*____THUUUUD____*


JM: That's gotta be all she damn well wrote!

[But it isn't. The Arizona Assassin isn't finished yet. He hauls up Ed
Green up but, before Green knows where he is, he's sent straight back
down to the canvas with a beautiful German suplex!]


*____KATHUUUUD____*


JM: Adrian Tanner keeps the rear waistlock locked and it looks as
though he's rolling back to this feet, big man in tow...



*____KAATHUUUUD____*



JM: ...surely not another one!? That last one turned Ed Green inside
out!




*____KAAATHUUUUD____*




JM: That's gotta be it! This match is surely over and done with after
those three German suplexes.

[But it looks like 'The Arizona Assassin' Adrian Tanner has one more
trick up his sleeve. He comes to his feet and raises his arms, drawing
a good old face pop from the crowd, before turning to the prone
veteran.]

*END IT POP!*

JM: It looks like Tanner's looking to end this as he locks in a Dragon
Sleeper!

*SUBMISSION POP!*

[Green - who prior to this was out for the count - flails his arms
around, trying to get some leverage and get himself out of the hold.
Tanner, though, is having none of it. He cinches in the hold a little
tighter.]

JM: I can't believe Ed Green has anything left in the tank... I can't
see how he can resist this hold...

[Green slowly begins to fade, the fight all gone from him. The ref
moves in and lifts his arm for the first time...]






[Falls once.]











[Falls twice.]











[Falls th- NO!]


JM: What the-?

[Green's hand shoots back and begins to shake, he's finding something
deep down and he's looking to come back from the precipice and get
straight back into this match. Tanner's got other ideas, though. He
simply gives a smile and shakes his head.]

JM: Green's digging deep and Adrian Tanner is just smiling. Does he
know something we don't?

[He does. He rolls Green over into a modified 'Roll the Dice' and,
keeping his right arms wrapped tight around Green's neck, locks in a
headscissor. His left arm then grabs Green's left arm before he leaves
the headscissor applied and pulls back - _hard_ - on Green's left
arm.]

JM: The Problem Solver! His patented submission hold; this really has
to be it!

[But it isn't. Green, still fueled by adrenaline after his resistance
of the original Dragon Sleeper, manages to wriggle his free arm into
the headscissor.]

JM: I can't believe it! Ed Green is actually fighting this!

*IS THIS REALLY HAPPENING POP?!*

[Using some reserve of strength not normally reserved for 'Enhancement
Talent', Green manages to force his way out of the Adrian Tanner's
signature hold. The Arizona Assassin gives up on the hold and rolls
back up to his feet to look down on a very weary Ed Green.]

JM:  Green is in a bad way after Adrian Tanner's offense but he just
wont stay down!

[Green slowly struggles up. First to a sitting position, then onto his
knees. All the while, Tanner slowly walks back and forth; stalking his
prey like a wolf, a slightly smile pulling at the corner of his
mouth,]

JM: What more can Tanner do to Ed Green?

[As Green manages to go up to one knee, Tanner explodes into action.
He sprints at Green and utterly _nails_ him with a step-up enziguiri.
Green's head snaps back and he is sent straight back to the mat.]



*____THWAAACK____*




*SWEET MOVE POP!*


JM: Green's out cold-- no he isn't! The shot to the head has woken him
up! Has Adrian Tanner made a crucial mistake?

[Green comes up to his feet anger etched across his features.]

JM: 'Mean' Ed Green is just mean right now... He's plain _livid_!

[Green turns to face Adrian Tanner. Without pause he charges straight
at the Arizona Assassin and swings a big clothesline which Tanner has
the wherewithal to duck.]

JM: Adrian Tanner showing great ring awareness there...

[Ed Green goes straight through and comes back off the ropes at Adrian
Tanner. Tanner swings round to face him and, as the two meet in the
center of the ring this time, sends him face first into the canvas
over his hip with a twisting reverse uranage!]





*____KATHUUUUD____*





*FINISHER POP!*



JM: THE REVOLVER! THIS REALLY AND TRULY HAS TO BE _ALL_ SHE WROTE!!

[Green looks to be out cold as Adrian Tanner covers...]




ONE ...





TWO ...




THREE !!!




*FACE POP!*


JM: THAT'S IT! ADRIAN TANNER _DECIMATED_ ED GREEN HERE TONIGHT!  What
an impressive debut of the Pheonix native - Adrain Tanner.  There was
a lot of hype around the debut of Tanner and he just showed everybody
why.  It won't take Tanner long before he is ready to threaten a few
of the current and future PVW champions.  Earlier we saw a little
friction perhaps between Fontana and Masked Maniac about the oral
agreement they had.

[Morgan shuffle through his notes.]

JM: I have a note here from the Championship Comitee that they find
Masked Maniac as a future contender for the PVW Network Championship.
They will be watching the masked superstar closely over his next few
matches. Later tonight he will step inside the ring with Tom Landis
who is coming off a loss against Gibson Hayes.

[Backstage, Dean Hayes stands in front of a PVW interview backdrop.]

DH: Shattered Dreams saw a whole lot of monumental events.  We saw a
graet match where Scott Nielson and Mike Cox gained some mutual
respect, and we saw an incredible Unholy War for the tag team titles.
Joining me now are two men who are no stranger to tag team
championships... Dr. Mal Practice MD and Dr. Ohno Ow, the team known
as PAIN.

[Ohno Ow is the first onscreen... he's wearing designer sunglasses
over an eyepatch, a tight black Zhongsan suit that displays his
impressive muscular definition, and matching pants.  A middle aged
one-eyed Chinese man with a brushcut, Ohno is talking into a cellphone
as he walks.

Right behind him is Dr. Mal Practice MD.  A veritable wall of muscle,
fat, and bone, the towering Practice sports his white labcoat,
stethoscope, headmirror, and white full-length tights (the right leg
has a large red cross and the left leg has a long blue caudecus
running down the side of the leg).  Laceless white boots (with a small
red cross on the outsides) and wristbands completes Mal's attire.  A
bulky man with an odd salt-and-pepper flattop, pencil-thin mustache,
and bushy eyebrows, Mal has his black doctor bag slung in one hand,
and a white cardboard box in the other.  The box contains another set
of white trunks, this one with a blue cross and red caudecus.

Notably, Mal has a big ugly black eye.]

Dr. Mal: Ohno, come on!  Your role is as part of this team, isn't it?
Wear the PAIN trunks.

Ohno: My FANS, expect sig-NATURE look!  I, on phone with, fash-ion,
advisor NOW.

Dr. Mal: You know who wore that same outfit in five different movies?
Jet Li.

[Ohno immediately flies into a rage at the sound of that name.  Dean
has to duck as the cellphone goes whizzing over his head.  Ohno
stomps, turns purple, and rants.]

Ohno: IT A CON-SPIR-ACY!  I HELD, BACK BY TAL-ENT-LESS HACKS WHO NOT,
KNOW KUNG FU IF BRUCE, LEE RISE FROM GRAVE AND DRIVE, THEIR RIBS
THROUGH, CHEST, WITH TWO FINGERS!  THEY IN, IT WITH JEAL-OUS WEASELS
FROM, WASH-INGTON, AND JAP-NESE GOVERN-MENT THAT ALWAYS, TRY TO, STEAL
CHI-NESE IDEAS!

Dr. Mal: He stole your clothing style, too.

[Ohno sulks.]

Ohno: Okay, I wear, TRUNKS.

[Ohno then picks up the phone and shouts into it.]

Ohno: You, LET poser HACK loser Jet LI wear, Ooooooohno STYLE?  YOU
FIRED!

DH: Gentlemen, please!  Dr. Mal, before we go into tonight's match, I
have to ask, where did you get the black eye?

Dr. Mal: Marcus Manson likes his truck a little too much.
Fortunately, I was able to heal my fractured orbital bone with the
clever use of silly putty and an air compressor, so I'm ready for our
match tonight with... uhhhh...

DH: Don't tell me you don't even know who your opponents are!

Dr. Mal: Of course we do, Dave.

DH: DEAN.

Dr. Mal: Of course, Damon, we know that our opponents... uh, the team
that needs no introduction... are flying a bit under the radar.  We've
had problems getting on track because of the movie thing...

Ohno: THAT, not be prob-LEM any, more!  I find OUT, about Joel SCHU-
macher track, record and, cure HIM with BOILING acid.  Now, we get new
dir-ector.  Not HEARD of, this Brett, RAT-ner but, if he got ass-ign
to im-port-ant pro-ject LIKE, this he must, BE good.

Dr. Mal: ...

DH: Wasn't Uwe Boll assigned it fir...

Ohno: NEVER, MENTION THAT, NAME!

Dr. Mal: So yeah.  We're a bit underprepared.  But remember... we
started this business many years ago with a mission.  A Mission Of
Mercy.  That's why Ohno and I first teamed up... to heal, not to harm.
The theraputic techniques we were able to perfect through our careers
have revolutionized medicine so much that our president feels
comfortable destroying the entire medical industry as we know it!

Ohno: Do we, real-LY want, take, CREDIT for, that?!

Dr. Mal: No.  But what the bumbling of imbeciles may destroy, the
genius of visionaries can recreate.  Better than before.  Health care
reform should be left to visionaries such as myself who understand
that true healing can only come about through sacrifice.  Ohno is here
to film his scene and I support him.  He needs to remember what it is
like to heal, so we've got seven sets of slack-jawed degenerates
with a litany of issues that would boggle the minds of conventional
medical science.

No prep?  No problem.  We're going to make PVW our own personal triage
center.  We'll get our hands on somebody, take real real good care of
them, and move on to the next guy.  It's not a complex deal.  But
those nimrods, the Wild Cards, keep screwing everything up.

Ohno: At SHAT-tered Dreams we, GET glo-roius war SCENE, on film.  It
should HAVE, be, GREAT-est film scene, EVER.  Brutality of, WAR, con-
trast with MER-ciful healing.  But stu-PID Wild, CARDS ruin ev-
eryTHING!  And then, ID-iot TEAMS not, do sec-OND take!  That most,
un-PRO-fess-nal crew I, ever WORK with!  In Hong KONG they would, be
SHOT and, fed to SHARKS for, THAT!

DH: At least you two are finally both working towards the same end.
But I have to ask... are you so focused on the Wild Cards that you've
completely overlooked Scott Nielsen and Mike Cox?

Dr. Mal: Who?

Ohno: Of COURSE they, have other TEAM we not, HEARD of to, fight us!
WILD, Cards so COW-ardly that, it al-most waste of FILM to, tape us
DE-feat them.  It MAKE me, look BAD to face such un-WOR-thy enemy.
Maybe USE foot-age, for HOR-ror, film where I stalk and kill help-
LESS, victim who, not able to fight, BACK.

Dr. Mal: Of course, since we're nonviolent merciful humanitarians, the
killing will be added CGI...

Ohno: No it WON...

Dr. Mal: SHHHHH!

Ohno: OH!  Of, COURSE!  Spec-ial, effect!  Ha ha, we not REAL-ly kill
or CRIP-ple Wild CARDS for, dest-ROY my limo and NOT pay.  They JUST
going to, dis-appear for long long time BE-cause of un-relate, reasons
THAT we not, get ar-REST-ed for!

Dr. Mal: But we're totally, completely focused on these guys who we
will defeat so soundly that we do not even need to commit their names
to memory.  Our focus is like a laser, pointed right at... those guys.
And nothing will distract us from...

[As Mal is talking, Violet Yang enters from offscreen.  The black-
haired Asian-American beauty is looking rather distressed.]

VY: Sorry to interrupt you.  I just got a call from the bank.  That
check bounced.

DMP: WHAT?!  THAT CROOK BALDWIN, HOW DARE HE STEAL A BAD CHECK TO GIVE
ME!  I'LL SUE HIM FOR EVERY PENNY HE'S EVER OWNED!  THAT NO GOOD
DISGUSTING IDIOT...

[PAIN exits stage right, Mal still ranting, leaving Dean Hayes in
their wake.]

DH: I'm still not sure what we can expect from PAIN tonight, but I
think they've got entirely the wrong mindset for this.  Back to you,
Morgan.

JM: Fans, I'm being joined here in the studio by Broderick Ezekiel
Craven.  Zeke, welcome to the program.

Zeke: Hey there, how's it going?  Glad to be welcomed, and let me just
say ... welcome to me.

JM: Yes, uh, thanks for that.  Zeke, you've just stepped aside as
manager for your team, Livestock and the Gutch, so why are you here,
announcing on a tag team match?

Zeke: Just because I'm not standing at ringside that means I'm not on
TV?  Silly. I mean, we ran you out of the general manager position and
yet here you are, announcing on the B show for PVW.  Sorry about the
power play, by the by, it was just business.

JM: General Manager?  You're thinking of Christopher Michaelson, Zeke.
I'm Joshua Morgan.

Zeke: Morgan?  No, Morgan's on the championship committee.

JM: That's ... probably Michaelson again.

Zeke: Well, that explains all the dirty looks Morgan's been giving me.
Maybe I'll get the man a ham this Christmas.  Ooh ... Michaelson's not
a Jewish name, is it? No.  No.  I'm sure ham's fine...

JM: Maybe we should just head on down to the ring.

[Cut.  It's ringside and, naturally, the audio feed from the studio
remains in effect.]

Zeke: Hey, there it is.

HD: Ladies and gentlemen, the following is a tag team match and is
scheduled for one fall!  Introducing first...

[The arena lights fade to darkness...]

"TEN-HUUUUUUN"

[And, with that, the martial chanting of Kanye West’s ‘Jesus Walks’
fills the arena while several single white spotlights drift around,
fleetingly casting the rabid PVW fans in their glow.]

We at war.
We at war with terrorism... racism... and, most of all, we at war with
ourselves.

JESUS WALKS!

[As the song launches into all its bombastic hip-hop glory, red, white
and blue pyro erupts from the entrance portal as PVW rookie Scott
Nielsen emerges; one arm raised and head bowed in focused
concentration as he takes pause at the top of the entrance ramp.]

God show me the way ‘cause the Devil's tryin’ to break me down

JESUS WALK WITH ME!

[Decked in his usual ring attire of full-length black trunks with a
red tribal pattern on  the right leg along with black boots and elbow-
pads finished with red detailing, the spiky-haired 23 year old
cruiserweight begins to make his way to the ring. Walking with a
distinct purpose, Nielsen keeps his intense brown eyes locked on the
ring, ignoring the extended arms of the PVW fans either side of him.]

HD: Making his way to the ring, weighing in at 225lbs and hailing from
Portland, Oregon is...

...Scooooooooooooott Nielsen!

The only thing that I pray is that my feet don’t fail me now.

[As he reaches the ring, Nielsen forgoes the steel steps and hops
straight up onto the apron and then, without missing a beat, Nielsen
swings through the ropes and into the squared circle. Standing in the
centre of the ring, Nielsen breaks his focus for a brief moment and
looks out over the sea of people surrounding the ring waiting to be
entertained. As he contemplates this and what it means to him, a small
smile plays over his fresh-face and he nods; a mixture of pride and
satisfaction all at once.]

I wanna talk to God but I’m afraid ‘cause we ain’t spoke in so long

[Nielsen regains his composure like a light snapping on. He claps his
hands and moves straight to his corner and bows his head for a brief
second before moving to the centre of the ring for another test in the
squared circle.]

HD: And his partner ... 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, 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 hoodie sweater with the
hood up. His hands are taped in white athletic tape.  His black, wet
hair hangs in his face as he looks through the strands of hair at
the ring .]

'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 but Mike doesn't seem to notice as he begins he descent to
the ring, hands in sweater pockets as he does. He looks up at Scott
Neilsen as he hits ringside then slides in under the bottom rope. He
slaps hands with Scott, getting a small pop, before tearing back his
hoodie and raising double fists in the air, getting pumped up.  He
smacks Scott on the shoulder and they strategize as his music fades.]

Zeke: Ah yes, Mike Cox.  Now, that is one interesting individual.
Y'know, that Spectre, he unhinges a lot of guys, but Cox...  Well,
let's just say he went weird awwwfully easily.

JM: Cox seems to have been taking young Nielsen under his wing.  I
know he has an edge to him, but that certainly doesn't seem like
something an unbalanced person would do.

Zeke: Obviously you don't know my brother.  What's more, isn't Cox
something of a rookie himself?  Who's he tutoring?  Third graders?
Actually, judging by Nielsen's height, that's probably not far from
the truth.

HD: And their opponents...

["Humanitarian", a modified-lyric version of "Real American" by Rick
Derringer, begins to play over the PA.  The crowd boos lustily in
anticipation.]

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

[As the crowd continues to ***REACTION***, Dr. Mal Practice and Ohno
Ow step out onto the entrance ramp, waving and blowing kisses to the
crowd much like your stereotypical politicians.  Some extra movie
cameras seem to be around, and Ohno is directing most of his attention
towards them.]

JM: PAIN is without their manager, Todd "The Rod" Johnstone tonight.
Johnstone is serving a suspension for a Zero Tolerance violation...

Zeke: There's a conspiracy against Todd and his boys.  The entire
roster violated Zero Tolerance at Shattered Dreams, but who got
suspended?  Hell, my boys even tried to manipulate the ZTP and THEY
got screwed.  Hrm.  Wait, am I Johnstone?  No, no, just a coincidence.

JM: Todd got to choose which show he missed, Zeke:.  With Gibson Hayes
competing on Heatwave, you know he wasn't going to miss that.

Zeke: True.  It's not like PAIN should need much help.

        (chorus)

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

[As they make their way down the aisle, Ohno is suddenly attacked by a
bunch of ninja, just like at Shattered Dreams!  But unlike Shattered
Dreams, Ohno seems completely surprised.  He is heard saying "I not,
tell YOU at-TACK to-NIGHT!", and is hit in the face with a jump kick
for his troubles.  Mal shakes his head, believing this to be another
one of Ohno's movie scenes, as five of the seven ninja again attack
Ohno Black Ninja Style, which is to say one at a time. Ohno, being
taken by surprise, is not having quite as easy of a time as this is
clealry not a choreographed routine... though when he does hit a
ninja, he hits them much, much harder than at the PPV.]

Zeke: BLACK NINJA ATTACK!

JM: I think this one is legitimate, Zeke!  Ow is totally unprepared!

Zeke: What an actor!  Give that man an Oscar!  Hell, they should
rename the Oscar the Ohno.  Only then, no one else would be qualified
to ... HEY!

[The last two ninjas attack together as Ohno is polishing off the
fifth one... one is a bit larger than the others and the other is MUCH
larger.  They double clothesline Ohno out of his boots, run right
through him and take down Mal with the same move!  The crowd cheers as
the two ninjas whip their masks off!]

JM: THE WILD CARDS!  THE WILD CARDS SET UP THE NINJA ATTACK!

Zeke: WHAT?!  THEY'RE RUINING THE FILM!  That idiot Brett Ratner
always adds too many elements to the plotlines...

JM: Black Jack Baldwin and Judd Marley are escaping through the crowd!
PAIN was just humiliated during their entrance!  Look at this!

[To say that Mal and Ohno are upset is putting it very mildly.  Mal is
semi-berserk, and Ohno is trying to strangle one of the ninjas to
death for being an accomplice. Violet Yang comes out from the back to
calm Ohno down, and she manages to pull him off of that ninja... but
Meili had come out with her, and she picks up where Ohno left off.
Security is trying to hold Mal back from going into the crowd.  The
music has stopped, and pandemonium has broken loose... Baldwin throws
a fan's soda over the railing, and it explodes across Mal's chest.
Ohno runs over to the railing and Marley pelts him with popcorn.  The
crowd is going nuts for this.]

JM: This is chaos!  Fans, we're going to try and sort this out during
the commercial break!  Stay with us!

[We cut to commercial.  There's a beer commercial, a credit report
commercial, Fatty Buoyz Meat Snax, a local spot, yadda yadda.  When we
come back from commercial, the madness has settled down a bit.  Mal
and Ohno are at ringside, security is there, the Wild Cards are being
escorted out of the arena by security, and the fans are still
cheering.]

JM: We are back, and it looks like finally the Wild Cards being
escorted from the ringside area.

Zeke: So much for Zero Tolerance!  If Todd was here, none of this
would ever have happened.

[Mal is on the apron, still glaring back and yelling at the back of
the crowd, where the Wild Cards are being herded through a door.  Mike
Cox and Scott Nielsen, seeing no reason to let a perfectly good
opportunity go to waste, grab the ropes and slingshot Mal into the
ring... all 345 hits like a ton of bricks!]

Zeke: I'll tell you right now, I may be the junior member on the
Booking Committee, but I'll sure as hell be addressing this at the
next meeting.  You know the Wild Cards aren't going to get so much as
a slap on the wrist for this incident...

[One more try by Herk Douglas at announcing the participants of the
match.  Both teams are in their respective corners, discussing who's
going to start for their respective sides.]

HD: In the blue corner, at a combined weight of 460 pounds ... the
team of MIKE COX AND SCOTT NIELSEN!

[Big cheers from the crowd for the fan favorite team.  Cox and Nielsen
pump their arms in mock victory, Cox mounting the second turnbuckle
and smacking his chest one time for effect.]

HD: And their opponents ... at a combined weight of 568 pounds...
Doctors Mal Practice and Ohno Ow, this is ... PAAAIIINNN!!!

[The heels are predictably booed as Mal jaws at the crowd and Ow
twitches nervously, looking around for more ninjas.]


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                     Tag Team Action:
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                   PAIN v. Nielsen & Cox
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*DING!* *DING!* *DING!*


JM: Mal Practice coaxing Ohno Ow out of the ring, and Mike Cox from
behind!

[A flying shoulder tackle to the back sends Practice into Ow, who
tumbles through the ropes the floor.]

Zeke: Oh, c'mon!  PAIN has, essentially, already wrestled tonight.
The referee needs to control the so-called “good guys” before the
doctors get hurt.  C'mon, if the doctors are out of commission, who'll
fix them?  PVW only has two doctors, Chris—I mean Josh!

JM: The referee admonishing Cox, but it's a moot point.  The match has
begun.  Cox laying in the knuckle sandwiches on the much bigger man!

Zeke: The Apathy Cat not seeming to realize the size difference there.

JM: Apathy Cat?

Zeke: Yeah, I figured I'd give him a nickname.  Sounds better than the
other idea I had: Emo McCutmyself.

JM: A-agreed...

Zeke: Practice pretty well caught off guard though.  Shoves Cox--DOWN
goes Cox!  Mal definitely understands the size difference.

[Rolling back to his feet, Cox leaps back at Practice.]

JM: Cox right back in POWERFUL clothesline by Practice!

["Boo!" go the fans.]

Zeke: The entirety of the size difference between PAIN and these two
youngsters is standing in that ring right now, Josh.

JM: You got my name right!

Zeke: You're welcome.  I've always admired big men, maybe 'cause I'm
average in stature, and this Practice is just demonstrating what
happens when a talented big man collides with an average one.

JM: Practice has him up, and BACKDROP DRIVER puts Cox down on his
head.  Early pinfall attempt!

[The referee slides into position, and counts only one before Cox does
a manic spinal thrash to free himself.]

JM: Good instincts by Cox, and it's only a one-count.

Zeke: Instincts, sure, but he needs to milk that count a little bit,
and just throw a shoulder, don't kick out if you don't have to.

JM: Mal setting the pace, picking Cox up again.  Oh, seated chinlock!

Zeke: The kid's stunned.  Another thing going for Mal, he's a seasoned
veteran, and riding high in the prime of his life.

JM: Prime of ... he's well into his 40's!

Zeke: And?

JM: How old are you again?

Zeke: Never you mind.  Look at this.  Apathy Cat or not, this kid
doesn't want to be held down by a guy half-again his size.  Doing his
best to pry those meathooks of Mal off of him.

[Cox struggles, pushing his way to his feet, but having no luck at
dislodging Mal Practice.]

JM: And Scott Nielsen, the rookie, reaching out to him from across the
ring.  Cox has taken quite a bit of abuse in the past from men the
caliber of the Spectre, but no one the size of Mal Practice.

[Reaching back, barely able to touch his opponent above the shoulder,
Cox grabs Practice by the hair and one ear, falling with an earth-
shattering jawbreaker!  Face pop!]

Zeke: Wow!  Great counter by Cox--

[The move doesn't quite dislodge Practice, however, but Cox takes
advantage of the lessened grip to unlock Mal's hands, slip under,
apply a hammerlock, put Mal on his face, floatover and slap on a front
chancery!  More cheering from the fans for this display of rapid-fire
grappling acumen.]

Zeke: What the HELL was that!?

JM: Cox with that extensive amateur wrestling background, pulling
Practice up now while maintaining the chancery.

Zeke: Y'know, I've liked this Cox kid for awhile.  Ever since he ran
that chemical irritant Josh Morgan out of town.

JM: ...

Zeke: OH!  Oh, right, that's you again.  Sorry.  I meant the other
Josh.  Y'know, the one with a dozen home towns who liked to wage
genocide on ninjas or whatever.

[As the babbling continues, Mal shoves Cox backwards, trying to get
free and ramming the smaller man into a corner.  Cox, the wind driven
out of him, slumps slightly, his arms over the ropes.  Then, a tap--]

JM: Scott Nielsen with the blind tag!  MISSILE DROPKICK!  This Nielsen
isn't just quick, Zeke, he's sudden!

Zeke: Wrestling cliche number 112.

JM: Practice didn't fall.  What are they--

[Cox and Nielsen share a look as the larger man staggers back into the
ring, rebounds off the ropes, and, wordlessly, they both bounce back,
Nielsen hitting with another dropkick, then Cox, being slightly
slower, sacking Mal with a MASSIVE spear tackle!  Face poppage!]

JM: Great coordination for the freshman tag team!  Mal Practice falls
out of the ring, and Cox goes after Ohno!

Zeke: Oooohhhnnnooo!

JM: Ohno Ow hits the floor!  I think he's still looking for Ninja!

Zeke: Nielsen dives down with a moonsault!  Running, turning in air,
and then SPRINGBOARDING into an amazing backflip on Mal Practice!
Unreal!

[Nielsen pumps his arm in the air, giving some sort of battlecry, and
also drawing his partner's attention.]

Crowd: Ho-ly *BLEEP*!  Ho-ly *BLEEP*!  Ho-ly *BLEEP*!

[Sliding out of the ring, Cox helps Nielsen shove Practice back into
the ring.  Nielsen then quickly goes for the pin.]

JM: Pin attempt!  ONE!



2!



... KICKOUT!  You don't pin Mal Practice that quickly, Zeke.

Zeke: I don't see either one of these two kids as being able to put
away Mal, Josh. Let's be frank, a man that size is like a bull.  Take
a tip from the matadors of Spain: Bring a damned sword to the match.

JM: Now you do sound like your brother.

Zeke: I just call 'em how I see 'em.

JM: Nielsen with the quick tag back in to Cox, who comes in.  Between
the two of them, they're determined to slay this titan.

[Working his way to his feet, Mal gets caught by both the returning
Nielsen and Cox.  The pair quickly lock him up and perform a double
suplex!]

JM: The crowd is solidly behind this duo!  Cox going for the pin, but
Practice has a foot on the ropes!

[Boo boo boo the referee for not counting.]

JM: Cox is after him again and Mal JAB to the eye!  Cox reels back,
and Mal tags in Ohno!

Zeke: Now THAT is a veteran move!

[Rushing in, Ow nails Cox with a palm strike to the chest, then
immediately up to his head.  Shin kicks, roundhouse kicks, chops and
finally an axe kick floor the young man.]

JM: Hellacious martial arts combos from Ohno Ow!  PAIN is on the
rebound!

Zeke: He's not stopping.  Hurricanrana, Cox just rolls to his feet.
OSOTO-GARI!

JM: You mean STO.

Zeke: I mean a damned martial arts heel trip, man, try to keep up!

JM: Ohno not going for the pinfall.  Sits Cox up, an--

*SMACK!*

JM: SHIN KICK TO THE BACK!

*SMACK!*

JM: Teeing off!

*SMACK!*

JM: Cox getting to his feet.

*SMACK!*

JM: The pain seeming to motivate Cox!  If nothing else will!  Ohno
dodging repeated strikes, and OHNO SHOVE HIM TO THE POST!

[Fading away, dodging a clothesline, Ohno shoves down on Cox' head,
sending him to the steel.]

JM: Gets him slumped into the corner, and, WHOA!

*SMACKACK!*

JM: Running knee into an enzuigiri!

Zeke: At least you said that one right.

JM: What an aerial maneuver.  Cox is really taking his lumps tonight,
and Ow with the cover.



ONE!




TWO!




... Kickout!  Cox still in this one.

[Massive face heat for Cox, who gets jerked roughly to his feet.]

Zeke: Ow brings Practice back in.  Mal's tough, just needs a breather
so he doesn't get winded.  Aaand--CLOTHESLINE legsweep combo floors
Cox.  Mal taunting Nielsen, and in comes the rookie!  Ha!

[Rushing in to help his teammate, Nielsen is intercepted by the
referee, and both members of PAIN take liberties, stomping the crap
out of Cox.]

Zeke: Are you kidding me?  Did this kid come to the arena in a turnip
truck?

JM: The referee finally getting Nielsen out of the ring.

*CLAP!*

JM: Practice claps his hands and leaves the ring?

Zeke: He did his damage, so why not let Ow keep going?

JM: Cox trying desperately to get up, and Ow!  Knees to the face!
Gripping the hair!  Down goes Cox again!

[Laughing, leaning out over the ropes, Ow adjusts his hair and talks
to a camera man about something.  He seems suddenly serious.]

JM: What is this now?  Such disrespect for his opponent!

Zeke: Ow clearly thinks he has Cox well in hand, but the cameramen,
they might know if there are other Black Ninja around.  Ow needs that
information.

[Ow walks back to Cox, who's shaking his head and trying to balance
himself on one knee.]

JM: Palm thrust from Ow, CHOP FROM COX!  Again!

[The two go back and forth, Cox finally getting the upper hand.]

Zeke: I have to say, this kid is rock-hard!  Ow has been pummeling
him, and Mal before that, and BOOM!  Thumb to the eye!  Nobody has
tough eyes.  That's why it's a good idea to wear goggles in the ring.

JM: Ow with the advantage again, and ROUNDHOUSE sends Cox into the
corner!  Oh no, not again!

[Running start, and Ow leaps up with a knee only to fall to the floor!
Face pop!]

JM: Cox pulled the rope down!  Scrambling from the neutral corner!  He
has to get Nielsen in!

[Flopping on the mat, Cox holds the bottom rope, more dragging himself
with his hands than walking.  Every tug, he reaches out, flailing his
free hand to reach for a tag.]

Zeke: Here comes big Mal!

[Kicking a leg over the top, Mal Practice runs across the ring in
plodding fashion.]

JM: HOT TAG!

[Leaping, Nielsen uses the ropes to get about 10' off the ground
before force-feeding his elbow to Mal.]

JM: And a SPRINGBOARD FLYING FOREARM floors the big doctor!  Ow back
in the ring, axe kick dodged, roundhouse ducked, and ENZUIGIRI floors
Ow!  Both doctors rolling from the ring, holding their heads!

Zeke: Taking a breather, good.  Good.

JM: They're leaving!  PAIN are leaving the ringside area!

Zeke: Nonsense.  Just a quick walk to get the blood pumping.

JM: The referee is counting them out!

[Suddenly a familiar and rotund form emerges from the back, arms out
to the doctors.]

JM: Wha, I--TODD JOHNSTONE!?

Zeke: Well, will you look at that?

JM: The man is suspended!

[Both Cox and Nielsen can be seen arguing with the ref, having stopped
him from counting PAIN out.  They're clearly pretty upset over the
walkout.  So is the crowd, who boos like it's going out of style.]

Zeke: No, no, I know for a fact that the suspension's been lifted.
Very temporarily, but still, lifted.

JM: How much do you know about this?  Why'd you come out here again?

Zeke: Because I believe in PVW's tag team division, Josh.  I am a
believer.

[After a quick huddle with their manager, the doctors walk back to the
ring.  Cox takes his place on the apron, and Nielsen shadow boxes,
scowling across the ring as PAIN discusses who should get in.  The
decision is made that Mal should.]

JM: And here comes big Mal Practice, but no, the referee stopping Mal.
So in comes Ohno Ow, who ... tags in Mal Practice.

[More booing, and the big man enters the ring.]

Zeke: Of the two men, Ow's having an easier time keeping up, but I
think Mal's the least hurt by what these kids are doing.

JM: Lockup, and knee to the gut by Practice.  Finally on balance, Mal
looks a lot more sure of himself.

Zeke: Airplane Spin, uh-oh!

[Locked into it, Nielsen suddenly realizes what's happening, and shows
fear as he begins to spin.]

Zeke: Looks like the patient is taking a Turn for the Worse!

[Seven spins, and Nielsen is FLUNG across the ring.  Mal immediately
tags in Ohno Ow.]

JM: Nielsen getting some frequent flyer miles on that one!  In comes
Ohno Ow.  Cox, on the apron, wants back in this match!  I'm not so
sure that'd be a great idea at this point.

Zeke: More kicks and punches by Ow.  Irish whip, reversal by Nielsen!
Into the turnbuckle, and MISSES!  He ate that pad, and QUIET ON THE
SET!

[Abruptly, as Nielsen turns around, he's grabbed by the arm and has a
toe jammed into his Adam's apple.  Heel pop!]

JM: Ow posing, looking jaunty for the camera!  Nielsen devastated, but
he's staggered near his own corner!  Ow doesn't see it!

[Ducking through the ropes, Cox hits a running bulldog to a FACE POP!]

Zeke: Mal does...

JM: Hot tag!  Ow is floored!  But here comes Mal!

[Suddenly aware of the 2-on-1 situation, Cox hits a clothesline on
Mal, staggering the big man, stomps Ow to keep him down, then, stops
cold as Mal gets a grip on him.]

Zeke: Grips him from the side.  Perfect stance!

[Pivoting to get closer, Mal Practice spins on his heel, heaving his
smaller opponent up and into the air, leveraging him over his hip as
Ow leaps from a prone position to his a high, hard neck breaker.  The
effect is a ring that shudders as with an earthquake!]

JM: BILL 'EM!  From nowhere!  Mal looming over Nielsen, and Ow has the
pin!  There's the three, and that's all she wrote!

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

HD: Ladies and gentlemen, the winners of this bout ... PAAAIIINNN!!!

JM: Cox and Nielsen very game, but that kick to the throat ... Nielsen
still choking, trying to get up.  And there goes Zeke I guess he saw
all he needed too.

[Cut quick to the backstage area.  Masked Maniac sits in a chair by a
folding table, speaking into a comically large cellphone (manufactured
circa 1995) and clutching a small bottle of something alcoholic.]

MM: C'mon.  Come on!

[Tapping his toe, Maniac takes a swig of liquid courage, and slams the
bottle down on the table, sitting up straight and at attention.]

MM: Ah, yes, sir!  This is, uh, Masked Maniac, one of your employees.
Look, I understand the decision's already been made regarding my shot
(or lack thereof) for the Network Title, and I know I don't have the
best record, but I really have to ask...  Why did you guys have to
make fun?  I mean, I know I'm like 90% entertainer 10% wrestler to a
lot of fans, but when I heard Ron Strickland was a fan, I started
working real hard to improve myself.  I mean, I did pin Loco a few
months ago...

[Pause.  This would be the other end of the conversation.]

MM: Well, uh, I have it from a good source that I was inserted into
Ladder Mania as a practical joke.  That I was expected to just lie
down, lose, and get laughed at... Yes, I heard from a reliable source
that you all had a good laugh at my expense!

[More pausing.  Maniac's chin sets abruptly and his eyes first
unfocus, then refocus.]

MM: I, uh, appreciate the kind words, but Perry said--

[Shouting is suddenly heard from the other end of the line, and Maniac
holds the phone away from his ear.]

MM: Wh-what?  I don't understand.  But ... why?  Why would he do that?
Okay, uh, yeah, I understand, you're very busy.  Sorry to have wasted
your time sir.  I, yes--

[Holding his phone in front of him momentarily, Maniac shuts it, puts
it away, and quietly seethes.  Turning quickly beet red, Maniac
stands, then starts to shake, and finally puts his bottle of sweet,
sweet release to his lips......but doesn't drink.]

MM: Ngyah, juh...  GRAHHH!!!

*CRASH!*

[That would be a bottle of cheap whiskey smashing against a concrete
wall.  Maniac stalks off down the hall, jabbering in either some
foreign language, or just making random animal sounds.  Cut.]

JM: Looks like trouble in paradise as Masked Maniac is actually
scheduled to wrestle next!   I don't know what Perry Fontana is trying
to pull here, but it doesn't appear to be sitting well with PVW's
famous mask superstar.

[We cut to the back, in mid-conversation between the duo known
affectionately in some circles as Team Matrimony.  To others, it's
"Hellraiser" Tom Landis and his wife, fellow wrestler Tara "Sunburst"
Marshall.  Tom's seated on the bench in his locker room, as Tara works
away taping his wrists.]

TL: Alright, I get why you kept Em's marriage a secret until we got
home, but why won't you tell me who she got hitched to?

TM: Look hon, you've made it pretty clear you didn't want Emily
involved  in wrestling at all.

TL: Well can you blame me?  I've basically lost one sister already
thanks to this business, Brianna's all screwed up in the head and it's
because of the people she's surrounded herself with.  Wrestling has a
way of poisoning just about everyone who comes into contact with it...

[His voice drifts off as he realizes the ol' ball and chain is staring
at him.]

TM: Ahem.

TL: ...present company excluded of course.

TM: Naturally.  Look, you didn't exactly have the greatest time in
London and weren't in the best of moods.  The last thing your mother
and I wanted to do was burden you even further, especially when all
you'd do until you got home to Emily was stew about things you can't
control.

TL: Obviously I didn't control things well enough, because my baby
sister is now proudly married to some guy in the business... wait,
it's a guy right?

[The wife doesn't dignify the comment with a verbal response, the look
she shoots Tom is enough to silence the matter.]

TL: Alright, just had to ask.  Like I said, she's proudly married to
some guy in the business and there's nothing I can do about it.
Especially when you won't even TELL ME WHO SHE MARRIED.

[Beginning to get a little frustrated, the raise in volume of his
voice alarms Tara.  She tries to comfort Tom the best way she knows
how... comedy.]

TM: It's not Gibson Hayes.

TL: [with a touch of sarcasm] Well, that makes me feel a lot better.
Because everyone before I dealt with Hayes has been just great.

[Tara finishes up with the wrist tape, and rises to her feet.]

TM: Well the bottom line is it really isn't my place to tell anyways.
Emily is a big girl, she made her own choices, and when she feels
comfortable she'll tell you.

TL: That's what worries me.  We all thought this crap with Brianna
would pass when she worked some issues out, but instead here we are
going on almost four years.  I don't want to lose another sister to
the business.

TM: You're not going to lose her, hon.  You just have to give her a
little time to tell you herself.

TL: [sighing deeply] I don't have a choice, do I?

TM: Not exactly, no.  Just put it out of your mind and get the W
tonight, would you?

TL: When did you become such a taskmaster?

[Fade.]

HD: Introducing first...

["Weasel Stomping Day" by "Weird Al" Yankovic plays as a familiar
masked man comes from the back, gigantic, oversized steel-toed work
boots stomping down the aisle.]

#Faces filled with joy and cheer.#
#What a magical time of year.#
#Howdy ho, it's Weasel Stomping Day.#

HD: He hails from "parts unknown, Michigan" and weighs in tonight at
240 pounds...

[The boots coming up to his knees, the masked man seems to have a
little trouble walking.  Instead, halfway down the ramp, he stops, and
leads the audience in a stomping, clapping sing along for his entrance
music for the day.]

#Put your viking helmet on.#
#Spread that mayonnaise on the lawn.#
#Don't you know it's Weasel Stomping Day.#
#(Weasel Stomping Day).#

[Aaand he starts walking again.]

HD: This is THE MASKED MANIAC!!!

JM: This is ridiculous! I wonder if there's anybody in particular the
Masked Maniac is referring to here.

#All the little girls and boys.#
#Love that wonderful crunching noise.#
#You'll know what this day's about,#
#when you stomp a weasel's guts right out.#

[Reaching the ringside area, Maniac reaches into his right boot,
produces a microphone and then sets about the business of extricating
his feet from the gigantic clodhoppers.]

#So come along and have a laugh.#
#Snap their weaselly spines in half.#
#Grab your boots and stomp your cares away,#
#Hip hip hooray, it's Weasel Stomping Day!#

[The music cuts, and Maniac speaks!]

MM: Weird Al's greatest original hits, now on sale!  Get yours now at
Target! Wal*Mart!  Best Buy!  And, of course, at the PVW concession
stands.  All original music, no parody songs!  Remember, if you don't
buy the merchandise, we all go away, and, as always, the corporation
owns you.

[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. Taking his place by his side is his wife, Tara.  The duo
begin 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

HD: And his opponent, from Chicago, Illinois, accompanied to the ring
tonight by Tara "Sunburst" Marshall, weighing in at two hundred and
forty-one pounds...


"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
aisle way 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: Tara Marshall is applauding her man from the outside, but in the
ring, Landis looks a little distracted. Could this have anything to do
with the news about his sister, Emily?




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                 10.26.09 Damage Control
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                    One on One Action:
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                Tom Landis v. Masked Maniac
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*DING!* *DING!* *DING!*


JM: There's the bell. Landis turns to give his wife a thumbs up, but
here comes the Masked Maniac...

[Heel pop!]

JM: Maniac with a boot to the gut and he is now laying a series of
forearm shots across the back of Tom Landis. Landis shakes Maniac
off...

[Pop!]

JM: And lands a right to the Masked Maniac's jaw, which rattles him.
Maniac swings away from Landis, I'm guessing to create some distance.
Landis following close behind... Oh, no, Maniac turns right around to
meet Landis with a jab of his own...


CRAAACK!


[Boo!]


SMAAACK!


[Pop!]


SMAAAAAACKKK!!!


[Boo!]


CRAAAAAACKKK!!!


[Major pop!]


JM: These two men are just exchanging shots in the middle of the ring.
When was the last time you saw Masked Maniac take a fight to someone
like that-


SMAAAAAAAAACKKKKKK!!!!!!


[WHOOOOOO!!!]


SMAAAAAAAAACKKKKKK!!!!!!


[WHOOOOOO!!!]


SMAAAAAAAAACKKKKKK!!!!!!


[WHOOOOOO!!!]


JM: Landis just sent the Masked Maniac reeling again with that series
of knife-edge chops to the chest of the larger man. Maniac trying to
get to the ropes, the corner, something...

[In fact, we see the Masked Maniac scrambling to a corner. Landis is
stalking him with something on his mind. With Maniac's back to him,
Landis moves in...]

[Heel pop!]

JM: Whatever Landis had in store, Maniac might have caught wind of it
as he smashes Landis' face into the corner turnbuckle.

[He's not done yet, as he holds on to Landis' head, turns him around
and lands a headbutt...]

[Boo!]

[And another...]

[Boo!]

[And a third!]

[Boo!]

JM: Landis' burns from Shattered Dreams might have been healing, but
those headbutts are not going to do him any favors. The last one sent
Landis crumpling to the mat, as Tara looks on worriedly.

[The Masked Maniac is stomping away at Landis. He looks at Tara and
shakes his head. We hear him yell, "It shouldn't have been this way!
It shouldn't have been him! It shouldn't be you, Landis!" even as he
continues stomping away.]

JM: I have no idea what Maniac is talking about, but it seems like he
had someone or something else set in his sights before this match.
Now, he is pulling Landis back to his feet...

[MASSIVE HEEL POP!]

JM: And plants him with a DDT! Could this be it? Could this be a clean
win for the Masked Maniac?

[No, because instead of pinning Landis, Maniac is looking crazedly at
the booing crowd, yelling, "It's my time! MY TIME! MY _TITLE_!!!"
Finally, he goes for a pin.]




ONE!!




JM: Landis kicks out! Maniac's failure to follow-up on that DDT
allowed Landis the chance to recover. But Maniac has other ideas at
the moment. He is dragging Landis to his feet yet again. Could we see
the Maniac Spike?

[RECOVERY POP!]

JM: No! Landis pushes Maniac away. Maniac rebounds off the ropes and
gets hit with a European uppercut on the way back. This time, Landis
hits the ropes... Running high knee!

[Maniac is down and Landis hits a knee drop to his side. Landis is
right back to his feet as he hits the ropes again and returns with a
forward rolling senton.]

[ACROBATICS POP!]

JM: Landis gets right back up and he is going for the bigger man's
leg. He signals for a figure four... Maniac kicks him away. Landis
goes for an elbow drop, but Maniac rolls out of the way... Maniac
rolls right out of the ring.

[Maniac looks around for a getaway, while Tom Landis gets back to his
feet in the ring. We see him considering something, before running
towards the ropes and dropping into a baseball slide. The Masked
Maniac, however, manages to adjust himself and avoid the baseball
slide dropkick. Instead he grabs hold of one of Landis' legs and pulls
him right out of the ring onto the floor.]

[BOOOOOOOOO!!!]

JM: Once again, Maniac has got the better of Landis. He hit the floor
hard that time.

[Maniac motions for the crowd to be quiet, as he punts Landis across
his side.]

JM: Maniac soaking in the crowd's disapproval as if he just scored the
winning goal! The crowd is not pleased, and neither is Tara.

[We hear Tara yelling a few choice words at the Masked Maniac, which
gets his attention, as he begins to approach her.]

JM: This might be a bad idea, knowing how protective Landis is of his
family. Leave the woman alone, Maniac! Landis from behind with a
flying forearm shot!

[Landis drags Maniac back towards the ring and Irish whips him into
the ring apron. He then shoves the  Maniac right back into the ring.
The crowd starts to jeer as a massive figure emerges from the back.]

JM: I was wondering where Gene Gaines was. "Big" Gene Gaines is here
and he is carrying a chair. Meanwhile, in the ring, Landis is working
on the Masked Maniac's leg, as he tries to stretch it out with a
grapevine. The referee is asking Maniac if he wants to submit.

[Meanwhile, Gaines is skulking around the outside, trying to find a
way to get the chair to the Masked Maniac. Tara, realizing some sort
of plan is being hatched, goes to confront him. She tries to pull the
chair away from Gaines, but he will not let go.]

JM: Tara Marshall and Gene Gaines are having a tug-of-war with that
chair. And Gaines might just be winning. The commotion certainly has
got Landis' attention. He's released the grapevine and rolled to the
outside.

["Big" Gene Gaines snatches the chair from out of Tara Marshall's
hand, sending her butt-first to the floor. He holds up the chair,
making as if to hit her, but Tom Landis is right there to pull it
rignt out of his hands.]

JM: Landis is warning Gene Gaines to back off and stay away from his
wife... And Gaines is backing off... But here comes the Masked Maniac
with a forearm shot to the back of Landis' head!

[Maniac turns Landis around and picks him up in a bear hug. He carries
him towards the ring...

MASSIVE HEEL POP!

And rams his back into the corner ring post.]

JM: Maniac still has Landis in his grasp. He lifts him onto his
shoulder... Holy mother of god! Masked Maniac hoists Landis up with a
military press...

["THAT'S JUST MEAN" POP!!!]

JM: And drops him face-first onto the ring apron. Now, he's dragging
Landis' limp body back into the ring. Cover!




ONE!




TWO!!




... KICKOUT!




[The Masked Maniac gets back to his feet, looking around frustratedly.
He hits a couple of stomps, then grinds Landis' face with the bottom
of his foot, while yelling, "You can't even give me this, Landis? You
have to screw with me as well, Landis?"]

JM: Referee telling Maniac to back off as Landis has a foot on the
bottom rope. He complies as the referee checks on Landis.

[Landis rolls onto his hands and knees, as the referee stoops down to
see if he can continue. Masked Maniac gets that crazed gleam in his
eyes as he readies himself for another punt.]

JM: Maniac aiming for Landis' head! NO! Landis ducks and the referee
eats a knee to the side of his face instead. The ref is out of it!

[Maniac looks around and sees Gene Gaines and the chair. He signals
for Gaines to get it.]

JM: Maniac pulls Landis up. Headbutts Landis again just for good
measure.

[Meanwhile, Gene Gaines jumps onto the ring apron and holds up the
steel chair. He rears back slightly to give him room to swing it.]

JM: Masked Maniac has got Tom Landis by the back of the neck and he is
threatening to drive him face-first into the steel chair!

[Maniac does just that, but Landis reverses and whips Maniac towards
Gene Gaines. Gaines tries to stop his swing, but the chair and
Maniac's back make contact anyway. Tara Marshall comes up to the ring
and pulls "Big" Gene Gaines' feet off the apron. Gaines falls to the
floor with a thud as his face makes contact with the apron. In the
ring, the Masked Maniac walks right into a kick to the gut and Tom
Landis locks in the side headlock.]

JM: I can't believe this! Landis is trying to lift the Masked Maniac
with a vertical suplex... He does!

[FINISHER POP!]

JM: CHICAGO THUNDERBOMB! CHICAGO THUNDERBOMB!

[Tara Marshall shaking the referee as her husband goes for the cover.]

JM: Cover! The referee is a little slow to the count, but Landis just
landed the Chicago Thunderbomb II on the Masked Maniac...




ONE!




TWOOO!!!




THREEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!




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



JM: And Landis does it! Landis with a victory over the Masked Maniac,
thanks to the Chicago Thunderbomb and his wife having his back.

[Landis rolls out of the ring where he is met by Tara "Sunburst"
Marshall. The two hug and share a quick kiss on the lips before making
their way back to the locker room area. The final bell has sounded,
his opponent has departed, and the Masked Maniac stands alone in the
ring, eyes down, a microphone in his hand.  The crowd murmurs,
wondering at Maniac's continued presence in the arena, and why the
normally jovial superstar seems not just serious, but sober!]

MM: Y'know, I've been doing this for a very long time.  I make most of
my money selling apparel, true, but this is what I love.  Y'know,
entertaining is great, and I could maybe get by just doing that, if I
was given my fair shake.  Lord knows I've gotten by just entertaining
for a long time...

Yeah, I could've been better.  Been kind of a slacker most of my life.
Got by on likeability, partied all the time, different town every
night, wore a mask in the airport, really everywhere but in my hotel
room or at home, made myself into a personality instead of a person.
To sum up: I kept it light and airy. No pressure to succeed, no
worries when I failed...

Funny thing though.  I didn't fail!

[Gritting his teeth, Maniac shows clear and strong anger, first
rubbing at his chin, then popping the strap off it, loosening the
pressure his mask exerts on his head.]

MM: Y'know, I'll be straight with all of you.  I cheat, I belong to a
12-step program for my "bottle collecting" addiction, and I use too
many painkillers.  A reminder to the guys in the front office; I
totally have prescriptions for those!

[More murmuring, but also some face heat for Maniac, who's showing
more gumption than anybody's ever seen him have.]

MM: So, yeah, all that stuff that I am and that I do, one thing I'm
not and I don't... is lie...

I use hyperbole, metaphor, simile, parody, lampoon, mad libs and the
occasional sock puppet, but under no circumstances do I ever look a
friend in the eye and LIE TO HIS FACE!!!

[Huff.  Puff.  Maniac's building up a head of steam.]

MM: And when someone lies to me, well, I think that kind of frees me
from any obligation to that person.  Say, for example, if someone
expects me to keep a secret.  You made me do it, Perry.  This is all
on you.  You shouldn't have lied. Friends, Romans, er, Americans,
COUNTRYMEN!  Lend me your ears.  I come to bury Perry Fontana, not to
prai—OH CRAP!

JM: Fontana!  Out for blood!

[Sliding into the ring, Perry Fontana almost reaches Maniac, who
spikes the microphone on his head.]

*KSSH!*

[The mic does less than nothing, and Maniac tumbles through the ropes
on the far side of the ring, vaulting the guard rail and fleeing
through the crowd.]

JM: Mary mother of God, would you check out the look on Fontana's
face.  I don't know what Maniac was gonna say, but it must be HUGE!
He's chasing Maniac all the way up to concessions.  I don't want to
think what's going to happen if he catches him.

[But it appears he doesn't as we cut-- Backstage at the arena, amidst
the usual activity, a familiar face makes his way along the hallway.
Dressed in expensive clothes walks Chris Hartt, the Paladin.  He
shakes hands with a few people who recognize him from PVW's early
days. As he takes in the welcomes, Dean Hayes steps up with his
mic in hand.]

Hayes:  WOW Chris Hartt?!  What are you doing here?

Hartt:  Hey, Deano!  I was actually here to see some old friends and
have a meeting with Dex.

Hayes: Well, we haven't seen you since Tradition II.  And at that
match with Gibson Hayes, you took quite a beating.  It seemed you were
really done for a while there.  How are you now?

Hartt:  Dean, I was battered and I was losing my grip on life.  I'd
spent a long stretch beating myself up, as well as others beating on
me, all over RJ Souza and his allegations, holding the RPH title and
just trying to be everything to everyone.  Hayes had my number, but I
have to say, I wasn't on my best day there.  Now, I'm refreshed and
ready to make my way back to entertaining crowds in PVW.

Hayes:  Hence the meeting with our esteemed owner, Dex Willingham.  I
assume you'll be invoking your rematch clause for Gibson Hayes?

Hartt: Funny thing, Dean.  Since it wasn't easily definable as to
whether I was coming back or not, the clause expired.  Time has passed
and names have come and gone.  While there’s still a core of people
here I knew, there's a lot of new faces.  And I'm sure the fans need
time to figure out once again who I am, what I am and what I mean to
do here.

Hayes:  How much do you wanna bet that Hayes'll be jumping mad that
you're only after his title?

[Hartt's eyes narrow with a sense of ferocity.]

Hartt:  Right now, I'm not worried about Gibson Hayes.  After
what I saw at Shattered Dreams, I'm really having a crisis of faith.
I watched that sickening smug jackhole, Chase Williams, trot himself
out, after his skeevy little slug, Julian Caine, calls him "The Hand
of God"!  Then, he proceeds to singularly demolish this new kid,
Centurion Morgan! Williams not only beats this kid, he breaks his
arm!!  What was that all about, Chase?  Your delusion of grandeur
isn't enough, you have to go and start crippling people for real??
You are a sorry excuse for a pious man. But you're really not.  You
label yourself The Hand of God, as if you have such right to do so.
And your friend, the internet-ordained reverend, hoops and hollers
about how devastating you are and what you'll do to PVW.  But all we
get to see is the same old Chase Williams.  No different than the
first day you walked in the building.  You hold your hand out and
expect greatness to just be handed over, even to the point of assuming
your own audacity and hype yourself with blasphemy.  You were a lousy
man and a lousy wrestler when you were the first PVW champion and you
are no different now.  The only thing you've dne is become
sacreligious and insulting to anyone who dares lay eyes on you.

I really hope to get my hands on you, Williams.  I'm going to deliver
a sermon you'll never forget.  Up and down the ring, over every
turnbuckle, you'll learn a very important lesson that there's one
thing you will never have, no matter how much you strut and preen, no
matter how many titles you can add to your name.

[The Paladin stands there, letting the words he just said sink in.]

And that...



is Heart!



[Paladin walks past a stunned Dean Hayes.]

DH: Wow folks you heard it.  Chris Hartt the first PVW Rising Phoenix
Champion in the building and sent a message to Chase Williams who is
set to wrestle _NEXT_ in our Main Event.  Joshua I didn't expect this
at all.  Back to you.

[Cut back to Morgan.]

JM: Wow ... I just don't know _what_ to say.  Chris Hartt is truly one
of PVW's originals.  On Tradition I he won PVW's one night tournament
to be crowned the Rising Phoenix Champion where he went into a blood
feud with his former best friend RJ Souza.  Some called it the feud of
the year.  We haven't heard from the Paladin since he lost his title
to Gibson Hayes quite awhile back.  However it appears Reverend Julian
Caine and Chase Williams has gotten under his skin.  Speaking of Chase
Williams it's time for the Main Event.

*** ROARING HEEL POP !!! ***

[All of a sudden Tommy Ryder is shown getting tossed out from behind
the curtain and looks to be stumbling on his feet. Right behind him is
Chase Williams and behind him is Reverend Julian Caine. Tommy Ryder
goes to throw a haymaker but Chase Williams blocks it and gives Tommy
Ryder a shove. Chase Williams then charges at the much smaller Ryder
and turns him inside out with a short-arm clothesline as you see a
smile from Reverend Julian Caine who is directly behind Chase barking
orders.]

JM: And it looks like our Main Event is going to start right now.

[Chase Williams picks up Tommy Ryder and tosses him into the ring as
you see Derek and Shadoe Rage jogging to the ring and behind them are
Larry Gionet and Chris Werner. The Rage Brothers slide in the ring and
begin to put the boots to Tommy Ryder as Gionet and Werner try to also
slide in the ring but the referee tells them both to get to their
legal corners. Chase Williams exits the ring and so does Derek Rage as
the bell rings...]


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                 10.26.09 Damage Control
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                      Six Man Action:
                    <><><><><><><><><>
   Gionet, Werner, & Ryder v. Williams & Prophets of Rage
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*DING!* *DING!* *DING!*


JM: Finally we get a bell to start this Six Man Tag Team Main Event
match-up...

[The bell rings and the match starts with Tommy Ryder and Shadoe Rage
in the ring. Tommy Ryder is trying to make it up back on his feet and
Shadoe Rage grabs him and locks a side headlock on "The Phenom".
Tommy Ryder somehow reverses it and gets Shadoe Rage into a headlock
of his own. Tommy Ryder then starts punching Shadoe Rage's head.
Shadoe Rage reverses the hold and sends Tommy Ryder to the ropes.
Shadoe Rage tries to hit him with a clothesline but "The Phenom"
ducks.  Tommy Ryder then hits the ropes on the other side and nails
Shadoe Rage with a running elbow knocking him to the mat...]

JM: Tommy Ryder has sure started out on fire.

[Tommy Ryder makes a quick tag to Larry Gionet.  Shadoe Rage sees the
tag and runs to his corner where he tags in Derek Rage. Derek Rage
charges Larry Gionet.  Larry Gionet nails him with a right had and
stuns Derek Rage.  Larry Gionet grabs him and executes a double arm
DDT.  Larry Gionet then makes a quick cover...]




ONE ...




TWO ...




JM: Derek Rage kicks out! You gonna need to do a lot more than a DDT
to hold one of the Rage Brothers down...

[Larry Gionet takes Derek Rage over to a neutral corner and starts
hammering away on him. Larry Gionet then whips Derek Rage over to the
other corner but it is reversed and Larry Gionet hits the turnbuckles.
Derek Rage charges and Larry Gionet steps out of the way. Derek Rage
hits the turnbuckles and then falls to the ground.  Larry Gionet goes
to his corner and tags in Chris Werner. Derek Rage sees Chris Werner
coming into the ring and he crawls over and tags in Shadoe Rage.  The
crowd starts to boo loudly...]

JM: A lot of quick tags starting our Main Event tonight...  The Rage
brothers outweigh everyone else in the tag experience meter by a long
shot.  And what is the good ol' Reverend saying?

[Camera catches Caine shouting towards the crowd ...]

RJC: A crusade is amongst us!  Zero Tolerance failed, but in it's
place an awakening has began!

[Shadoe Rage climbs into the ring and goes after Chris Werner. Chris
Warner and Shadoe Rage lock up and Chris Werner sends Shadoe Rage to
the mat with a couple of forearms. Chris Werner drags Shadoe Rage up
to his feet then slams him to the ground using a belly to belly
suplex. The crowd starts to cheer loudly after this move...]

JM: It looks like Chris Werner is all business tonight.  It's good to
see a refocused Chris Werner.  A former WWO champion and at one time
considered one of the best in the industry.

[Chris Werner grabs Shadoe Rage legs and begins to turn him and locks
on a Boston crab. Shadoe Rage starts screaming in pain.  Derek Rage
jumps into the ring and kicks Chris Werner right in the chops to break
up the hold and save his partner.  After a few seconds,  Werner gets
up holding the side of his jaw and runs after Derek Rage. Derek Rage
steps out of the ring with a giant smile across his face holding his
arms up. Chris Werner stands at the edge of the ring and starts
yelling at Derek Rage to get back into the ring.  Shadoe Rage gets
back up to his feet and grabs the distracted Chris Werner from behind
and executes a belly to back suplex...]


"___THUUUUUUUD___"


JM: Derek Rage played his role perfectly.  Even the veteran - Chris
Werner fell for it.

[Shadoe Rage then gets up and starts stomping on Chris Werner.  Shadoe
Rage picks up Chris Werner and drags him over to his corner where he
tags in Chase Williams. Shadoe Rage holds onto Chris Werner as Chase
Williams steps in.  Chase Williams then kicks Chris Werner in the
stomach and Chris Werner falls to the ground.  Chase Williams picks
him up and puts him into his  corner. Chase Williams then starts
taunting Tommy Ryder.  Tommy Ryder jumps into the ring and the ref
runs over to tell him to get back into his corner.  While the refs
back is turned Shadoe Rage steps into the ring and holds Chris Werner
while Chase Williams nails him with a low blow. Shadoe Rage quickly
gets back into his corner as the ref turns around.  Chase Williams
then picks up Chris Werner and tries to hit him with a piledriver.
Chris Werner reverses it and flips him over.  Chris Werner then darts
to his corner and tags in Tommy Ryder.  The crowd cheers loudly as
Tommy Ryder bolts into the ring, but the cheers turn to boos as Chase
Williams tags in Shadoe Rage...]

JM: It looks like Chase Williams doesn't want anything to do with
Tommy
Ryder right now.

[Camera catches Williams grinning ear-to-ear.  Ryder points at
Williams telling him to get back in the ring.]

JM: Williams has gotten into the head of The Phenom ...

[Tommy Ryder hits Shadoe Rage with a forearm as he gets into the ring.
Tommy Ryder then grabs him and puts Shadoe Rage on the ground with a
snap suplex.  Tommy Ryder points at Chase Williams and starts yelling
at him.  Tommy Ryder then makes his way back over to his corner where
he makes the tag to Larry Gionet, who gets into the ring and quickly
sends Shadoe Rage to the ground with a bodyslam. Larry Gionet kicks at
Shadoe Rage's fallen body, then picks him up and sends him to the
ropes with an Irish whip, but Shadoe Rage on the return lands a strong
clothesline, sending Larry Gionet to the ground.  Shadoe Rage leans
down and locks Larry Gionet into a sleeper hold.  Tommy Ryder starts
to climb through the ropes to break the hold, but the referee sees him
and intersects, blocking his path to Shadoe Rage and Larry Gionet.
While the ref is distracted with Tommy Ryder, Derek Rage climbs in the
ring and applies a leg lock to Larry Gionet, who is still in a sleeper
hold by Shadoe Rage.]

*** BOOOOOOO !!! ***

JM: Turn around, ref!  Larry Gionet is being double teamed!

[Seeing the double team, Chris Werner climbs through the ropes and
runs around the referee and starts kicking away at Derek Rage,
knocking him off of Larry Gionet. Shadoe Rage then breaks the hold and
starts to brawl with Chris Werner.  Derek Rage then stands up and
joins Shadoe Rage in the double teaming on Chris Werner.  The referee
finally notices what's going on, giving Tommy Ryder the chance to get
past him and go for the other two, but he's intercepted by Chase
Williams, and the two start pounding away at each other.  By this
point, Larry Gionet has gotten back up and attacks Shadoe Rage from
behind, then lands a quick DDT.]


"____THUUUUUUUUUUUD___"


JM: We've got all six men in the ring right now, and the fans are
going absolutely insane!  The ref is running around, trying to figure
out who the two legal men are!

[Finally, Chris Werner knocks Derek Rage off of his feet, then looks
to Tommy Ryder, the two nod, then send Chase Williams out of the ring
with a double clothesline. Realizing the odds are against him, Derek
Rage quickly climbs back out of the ring to his own corner.  Chris
Werner and Tommy Ryder then climb back out of the ring.]

JM: It's finally back to the two legal men: Larry Gionet and Shadoe
Rage. Not for long thou as Shadoe Rage just made the tag to Derek
Rage!
The bigger of the Rage brothers and Larry Gionet looks ready for the
challenge.

[Stalling only momentarily ... Derek Rage finally climbs through the
ropes, and is immediately attacked by Larry Gionet, who lays into him
with several right overhead clubs, then whips him to the ropes, and
follows through with a powerslam.  He lands a quick kick for good
measure, then walks over and slaps the hand of Chris Werner, who
climbs through the ropes to a HUGE pop from the crowd.  Derek Rage
backs up into the corner, and Chris Werner stops just several feet
from him, the two locked in a stare down.  Finally, they lock up, with
Derek Rage getting the upper hand, whipping Chris Werner to the
ropes, but Chris Werner reverses, and sends Derek Rage out of the ring
with a powerful clothesline.]

JM: You could cut the intensity with a knife tonight this is gonna be
one great Main Event... Six of PVW's finest right here folks!

[Just as Chris Werner is about to follow Derek Rage to the outside,
Chase Williams, who is back on the ring apron now, starts yelling at
Chris Werner, who turns to face Chase Williams, yelling back at him.]

JM: What is Chase Williams trying to accomplish here by making Chris
Werner any angrier than he already is?

[Suddenly, while Chris Werner is distracted by Chase Williams, Derek
Rage grabs his legs and trips Chris Werner.  He slides back in the
ring and starts kicking away at Chris Werner.  Chris Werner's two
partners try to climb in the ring to help him, but the ref prevents
them from interfering.  With the referee distracted, Chase Williams
and Shadoe Rage climb in the ring and triple team Chris Werner in the
corner.]

JM: This isn't fair!  Turn around, ref!  Do your job right!

[Chris Werner tries crawling away from them, trying for a tag, but the
other three pull him back, continuing to beat on him.  Finally, the
referee turns around and sees them in the ring and manages to force
all of them except for Derek Rage out of the ring.  With this
distraction to the other team, Chris Werner crawls over to his
corner, reaching for Larry Gionet's outstretched arm, but Derek Rage
isn't far behind, trying to prevent the tag.  But just as he grabs
Chris Werner by the leg, he slaps Larry Gionet's hand, and Larry
Gionet climbs in the ring, causing the crowd to go wild as Larry
Gionet takes down Derek Rage with a powerful right fist.  Chase
Williams and Shadoe Rage then climb in the ring to go after Larry
Gionet, who takes Chase Williams with another right, then turns and
does the same to Shadoe Rage.]

JM: Larry Gionet is cleaning house tonight!

[Derek Rage back to his feet now, and he and Larry Gionet start going
at it.  The other two get back on their feet and start going after
Larry Gionet, which results in Chris Werner and Tommy Ryder climbing
in the ring and joining in the brawl.]

JM: Chaos has erupted here!!  The ref can't control these men from
going all out against one another! It is impossible to tell what is
going on. Larry Gionet on Derek Rage, no, Larry Gionet on Shadoe
Rage... no wait, Shadoe Rage on Tommy Ryder!  Hell, I have no clue!

[In the mass confusion, Chase Williams manages to slide out of the
ring, where Reverend Julian Caine hands him what appears to be a pair
of brass knuckles.  He slides them on, climbs back in the ring, and
walks up behind Larry Gionet, who is fighting the other legal man in,
Derek Rage.]

JM: LARRY GIONET!  TURN AROUND!!

[Larry Gionet suddenly notices Chase Williams behind him, but as he
turns around, Chase Williams sends Larry Gionet to the ground with a
POWERFUL blow from those brass knuckles...]

*** ROOOOARING HEEL POP!!! ***

JM: OH MY GOD!  CHASE WILLIAMS JUST BUSTED LARRY GIONET WIDE OPEN WITH
THOSE KNUCKLES!  Is this the Crusade that Julian Caine was talking
about?  What happened to his support to Zero Tolerance?  Give me a
break!

[Chase Williams motions for Derek Rage to make the cover, and he does
so, hooking the leg...]

JM: NO!  NOT LIKE THIS!




ONE ...




TWO ...




... TOMMY RYDER DROPS AN ELBOW ON DEREK RAGE FOR THE SAVE!!!


*** ROOOOOARING POP!!! ***

[Shadoe Rage flies off the ropes with a springboard ... Headscissors
and tosses Ryder across the ring.  Shadoe is back up ...]

JM: NOT FOR LONG!


"___THUUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"


[Inverted Russian Legsweep ... And Werner grabs Shadoe Rage into his
Arm trap cross–legged STF ...]

JM: WERNER CONTRAPTION!!!!!


"___CRAAAAAACK___"


*** BOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! ***


[Chase Williams out of nowhere just stomped on the side of Werner's
face with a brutal stomp.  He yanks the dazed fan-favorite up ... High
Impact Legsweep STO!!!]

JM: PRICE OF FAME BY WILLIAMS AND WERNER IN PLANTED ON THE GROUND!!!

*** HOLY CRAP POPPAGE!!! ***

JM: LARRY GIONET IS UP!

[Blood from the open wound of Gionet is up and he is zoomed in on
Williams ... HUGE BONE CRUSHING RIGHT!!! ANOTHER HUGE RIGHT!!!  A
THIRD RIGHT!!!]

JM: Gionet is unloading on the "Hand of God".

[Gionet whips Williams into the ropes... The former PVW Heavyweight
Champion grabs the ropes and back flips to the outside shaking off the
huge thundering right hands by Gionet.  However Gionet isn't done he
drops to his stomach and rolls to the outside and _right_ after
Reverend Julian Caine's hand of god!!!!]

JM: Gionet is going after Chase Williams!!!

[Williams stumbles after another right that has him reeling.  He
reaches and puts the Reverend in front of him.  Gionet stops as Caine
holds his hands up...]

JM: Caine is pleading with the PVW Warrior ...

RJC: You wouldn't hit a Reverend would you son?

*** HUUUUUUUUUUUGE POP!!! ***

[Gionet just dropped Julian Caine with a huge right and clotheslines
Chase Williams over the guard rail and into the Boston seats!]

JM: THE FANS ARE GOING CRAZY AND GIONET FOLLOWS WILLIAMS AND HE IS
GIVING IT TO WILLIAMS THROUGH HIS HOMETOWN FANS!!!!

[Inside the ring ... Derek Rage now has Werner up and slingshot suplex
off the ropes and to the crowd hard.  A-bit earlier Shadoe Rage sent
Ryder to the outside ... And now both Prophets lift of Werner who is
clearly at a disadvantage.]

JM: The match has turned into a two-on-two as we lost Gionet and
Williams through the Boston crowd.  Julian Caine still on the ground
and this is the most silent I have heard Caine be in ages!

[Derek Rage lifts Werner into a powerbomb type move ... and into an
overhead toss and clothesline on the top rope ...  Shadoe begins to
climb the ropes as he points for his The Angel of Death Drop ...]

JM: If Shadoe hits this move ... it's all over ...

*** POPPPP!!! ***

[Ryder from behind on the outside shoves Shadoe off and he misque's
landing on the ground.  With his lighting quick speed with one hop is
on the top ropes ... He leaps into a corkscrew moonsault landing
perfectly to the unexpecting standing Derek Rage ...]




ONE ...




TWO ...




THREE ???




JM: HE DID IT!!!! TOMMY RYDER WITH THE ACE UP HIS SLEEVE PULLS OUT THE
UNEXPECTING WIN!


"___THUUUUUUUUD___"


*** BOOOOOOOOOO! ***


[... Not for long.  T-bone suplex from behind by Shadoe Rage on Ryder
who raised his hand in celebration.  Shadoe Rage begins putting the
boots to the defenseless Ryder as Derek Rage is now up and very angry.
Lifting clawhold .....]


"___THUUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"


*DING*DING*DING*


JM: How fitting ... Derek Rage calls that move the hand of god and he
just flattened Ryder after the bell.  This match is over, but the
Prophets don't care.  Give me a break!

[Shadoe tells his brother to flattened this pest again ... However he
catches out of the back of his eye ... Chris Werner with a steel chair
in hand diving under the ring and swinging it like he is A-Rod in the
World Series ...]


"___WHIIIIIIIIIIIIF___"


*** HELL YEAH POPPAGE !!! ***


JM: Chris Werner is here for justice!  He just barely missed the
Prophets, but the message was sent to back off of Ryder.

[The referee bends down checking on Ryder as Werner stands in-front of
him holding the chair as the fans cheer.  The Prophets on the outside
sneer ...  Julian Caine has regained his footing screaming - IT'S
BEGUN ...]

JM: What has begun?  What is the Reverend talking about?  What a night
it has been.  Something is going on between Perry Fontana and Masked
Maniac.  Tracy Hudson and Adrain Tanner debuted inside a PVW ring.
PVW's true original, Chris Hartt was backstage ... And what a wild
six-man main event we just witnessed.  Folks in just a few days
Heatwave will be on ... And so many questions still remain!  Including
_NINE_ high impact matches!

[On the screen images next to one another with the PVW Heatwave logo
in the middle - Danny Daniels and Justin Cruise.]

JM: Justin Cruise hasn't been seen or heard from since he lost to Rob
Cole at Shattered Dreams.  Nobody knows what kind of mind frame the
fan favorite is in.  However we all know what kind of mind frame
Daniels is in.  He attempted to finish off Sinister with a steel chair
at Shattered Dreams and he is expected to be inside the ring ready to
send a message.

[The images are replaced by Ronan Benedict and Spectre.]

JM: In what is expected to be fast paced and stiff ... Ronan Benedict
PVW's pound for pound toughest competitor coming off a huge win over
the Pit Monster will step in the war zone with wrestling's most
sadistic villain.  The only prediction I can give you is ... Somebody
most likley both men will leave the ring in pain.

[Next - Images of Marcus Manson and The Mercenary.]

JM: Both of these men know one another all-to-well.  Now on Heatwave
old battle wounds heal all to hard.  These two restep inside the ring
and the fans win out in this one.

[What's next?  Will Geddings and the European machine - Herscher von
Donkerhardt.]

JM: Will Geddings a true wrestling icon has had his share of injuries
and road bumps so far.  It doesn't get any easier for the veteran as
he steps in the ring with one of the hottest superstars in PVW...

[Images of the new tag team champions Livestock and the Gutch and on
the other side are newcomers - Max Weinrib and Salih Mubarak.]

JM: At Unholy War ... Livestock and The Gutch finally knocked the
monkey off their back and became the new PVW tag team champions.
Their opponents are PVW newcomers Max Weinrib and Salih Mubarak.

[Tracy Hudson and Gibson Hayes on one side ... On the other Johnny
Detson and a question mark.]

JM: Has Tracy Hudson rekindled his relationship with Todd Johnstone?
And who will be Johnny Detson's tag team partner?  This match has
question marks all around it, but one thing is for sure.  When Gibson
Hayes involved it is must watch TV.

[Widowmakers - Made Men and Xavier Feyr and across from them Wild
Cards and Outlaw.]

JM: Outlaw lost the PVW Network Championship, but nobody has ever been
able to slow down the crazy fan favorite.  He teams up with two of
wrestling's iconic tag teams - The Wild Cards.  These three men have
the difficult task of stepping inside the ring with a recharged and
pissed off Widowmakers!

[Sinister on one side and PVW Network Champion, Perry Fontana on the
opposite.]

JM: Perry Fontana climbed the fifteen foot ladder and became the third
PVW Network Champion.  His first challenger is nearly seven feet tall,
Chi-Town beast ... Sinister!

[And finally SSN's global superstar and cash cow - Alex Martinez on
one side and across is PVW's underdog and favorite Irish wrestler -
Caleb Foley.]

JM: Caleb Foley has returned to the ring and made it a personal goal
to get back to the top as quickly as possible.  After picking up a big
win against the old school brawler Dr. X he has been given that
opportunity in Heatwave's main event.  His opponent's is only the most
dominating superstar in wrestling today - Alex Martinez!

[Wrestling's lightning rod - Chris Hopper is seen in the middle.]

JM: Plus ... We will hear from wrestling's lighting rod ... Chris
Hopper!  Is he officially apart of PVW's stacked roster?  If so what
is the relationship between Marcus Manson and Chris Hopper?

[Image of PVW's owner Dex Willingham is seen.]

JM: Plus with all the questions surrounding Jason Keening and Zero
Tolerance.  PVW founder and part owner - Dex Willingham is expected to
be in the building.  What is the future of Zero Tolerance and more
importantly PVW?  This is one Heatwave you wont want to miss fans with
William Craven, Doc Holliday, and Rick Marley suppose to be on hand.
Folks we are out of time but ...

#Here it is again#
#Yet it stings like the first time#
#Seasons never end#
#Double nickels on your dime#
#I thought we were friends#
#I guess it just depends who you ask#
#These feelings tend to leave me with a hole in my chest#

[A mega face pop hits the arena as Alkaline Trio's "Calling All
Skeletons" plays. Will Geddings emerges from the backstage area
wearing a pair of jeans and a faded PVW t-shirt. Geddings weakly
raises his right hand, fist in a ball, saluting the crowd as he slowly
walks to the ring. Finally arriving, Geddings gingerly steps through
the ropes and receives a microphone.]

JM: We were just about to go off the air folks, but it appears Will
Geddings has something to say before we do.  I am told we are still
rolling.

[Geds] (in noticeable discomfort): I'm not scheduled to be here
tonight. I'm not scheduled to even be in a PVW arena for the next few
days until my match with Donkerhardt. A match that some people would
say that I'm a fool to take.

[Geddings chuckles]

[Geds]: I've got to say, though, if I weren't a fool...I'd have
retired years and years ago.

[Sparse booing. Geddings raises his hand, motioning for the crowd to
calm down]

[Geds]: I'm an old man by this game's standards. 31 years old with
knees that have more scar tissue than bone. A partially lacerated
lung...courtesy of one Alex Martinez, of course.

[Huge heel pop as Geddings lowers the mic and coughs to the side. He
closes his eyes and regains himself.]

[Geds]: I am old. And I am tired. And the rumors are true: I am
retiring.

[Another boo, followed by a "Please Don't Go" chant that appears to
shock Geddings. He gives a weak smile.]

[Geds]: But not today.

[POP!]

[Geds]: Today, I am putting the PVW on notice - from the brass down to
the roster. I came here for two things and two things only. I came
here to break the curse...and the tie.

[POP!]

[Geds]: I am haunted by fights that I haven't been able to have.
Fights that I feel that I have earned and yet have not received. It
keeps me up at night. It's an annoyance beyond belief. It's like
chronic night pissing...and I can't take it anymore. I demand the
monster and the rematch.

[Another pop as Geddings moves over to the corner. He attempts to hop
up to the top turnbuckle and take a seat but is noticeably limited. He
attempts to play it off and walks back to the middle of the ring.]

[Geds]: But...I am not getting those fights. No, PVW feels that I need
to prove myself. That a thirteen time Heavyweight Champion needs to
show that he is worth competing on the upper crust level. He must
prove that he can still compete after forcing Alex Martinez to resort
to blatant cheating to beat him. Herscher von Donkerhardt is the first
question on my test.

[Heel pop at Donkerhardt's name]

[Geds]: Truth be told, I don't know who he is. I guess you guys do.
Whatever. Here's the deal, Hershey...I don't have enough time left in
this federation to screw around with you. And quite honestly, my chest
hurts too bad to spend the necessary time pronouncing your name.
You're a nothing. A nobody. You may be the most technically proficient
wrestler on this or any other planet and it means nothing. This is not
a federation that rewards talent - it rewards action.

[Geddings takes a moment to recompose himself, coughing again]

[Geds]: I will bring the action on Heatwave. I will come down to this
ring with my nurse and break every bone in your body. I will pull your
spine out of your mother*censored* nostrils and beat you with it if I
have to. I will tear your throat with my teeth and drop a load into
your neck because that's what this place requires. I will...

[Geddings drops the microphone and falls down to a knee, his right
hand over his chest. His eyes are shut tightly as he tries to recover
from his outburst. The microphone, even on the ground, can pick up his
heavy breathing. Geddings opens his eyes, grabs the mic, and stands
again.]

[Geds]: I'm sorry. Look, Hershey, I have no beef with you. I really
don't. All that other stuff...you remember when I said I was going to
crap into you? That stuff? It's just one of those things you say.
You're standing in the way of my destiny, though, and that simply
cannot stand. Beating you is a requisite to breaking the curse and the
tie. So beat you I will. Oh...

[Geddings works in a smirk, with some effort]

[Geds]: And while I'm out here gabbing away...as far as Zero Tolerance
goes...what a stupid *censored* idea.

[Pop!]

[Geds]: The only people suffering are the good ones. Taking away guns
from the law abiding citizens only makes them more vulnerable to the
ones who would shun the law in the first place. Alex Martinez smashed
my lung with a chain for God's sake! A chain! Where was Jason Keening?
The white knight? He was getting his ass whipped by some bitch. And
then what? Nothing.

JM: Oh my ...

[Geds]: I had to wear a mask for months due to a fireball. I have a
chest injury that will be one of the main reasons that my career has
come to a close. What has zero tolerance done for me? Where is PVW and
it's high and mighty bull*censored* now? *Censored* Zero Tolerance and
*censored* Jason Keening.

JM: Now wait a second.

[Geds]: Donkey, I'll see you shortly. And I can assure you...it's
going to be a date that you do not enjoy. Long Live the King.

JM: Will Geddings has just put the PVW on notice.  On the heels of an
amazing performance against Alex Martinex.  Set to face Hersher von
Donkerhardt at Heatwave and he has just called _everybody_ out!  Folks
we are way past our cut off, but we hold status her on SSN.

[Geddings drops the microphone and swings his arm down to his side,
almost as if he cannot lift it anymore. He slowly steps through the
ropes as we fade...]


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Ridzal: Masked Maniac v. Tom Landis
Moze: PAIN v. Cox & Nielsen
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Chris O'D: 1st half - Six Man Main Event

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