"You have to learn the rules of the game. And then you have to play
better than anyone else."

- Albert Einstein

[We hear a soft beat of war drums.  As if it's from miles away ... We
open to a sequence of the various versions of the PVW logo.  We start
at the Phoenix ... Then evolve to the PVW / SSN joint logo.  It's
replaced with the latest PVW logo that sits proudly as we continue to
head into the latest era.  The only question is after tonight who will
be it's Champion?

As the images come across the screen.  The sound of the drums get
louder and louder ...

The logo is replaced with shots of superstars of yesterday.  Chase
Williams, Spectre, Tucson Kid, The Wild Cards, RJ Souza, The Royal
Family, Charles Lassiter, and Brian Young ...

Louder ... Faster pace ...

Rob Cole, Hersher von Donkerhart, Johnny Detson, Tom Landis, William
Craven, Larry Gionet, Danny Daniels, Marcus Manson, Prophets of Rage,
Sinister, Livestock and The Gutch, The Mercenary, Chris Hartt, PAIN,
and Perry Fontana

The Sound appears to be right behind you.  THUMP!  THUMP!  BOOOM!
BOOOM!

AsH, Tyson Cain, The Biz, Max and Sal, Los Corazones, Senor Cloak Dos,
Christopher  Black, The Heat, Chance McKenzie, Dan Flores, The
Renegades, and Nevermind ...

Slower beat ... But loud BOOOM !!!  BOOOM !!!

Gibson Hayes, Doc Holliday, and Rick Marley ...

[Silence.]



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[Phoenix, Arizona

We open outside the Veteran's Memorial Coliseum.  Once again Phoenix
has showed up in waves.  Fans are still lined up pushing their way
into the building.  The camera's are noticed and a huge PVW chant
begins.


PVW !!!   PVW !!!   PVW !!!   PVW !!!   PVW !!!   PVW !!!   PVW !!!


We we are inside ...  And we are ring side on live TV.  Just a few
hours away from the PPV.  The Arena is already looking nearly jammed
pack and full.  PVW has made a killing off merchandise tonight.  Foam
fingers, T-shirts, hats, apparel, and Senor Cloak Dos masks decorate
the seats.

We cut to ring side where Chip Lester and Fred Hoyle sit waiting for
their queue.  Chip wears an End Game polo shirt.  While the self
proclaimed Duke of Phoenix, Fred Hoyle wears an eccentric Hawaiian
shirt.]

CL: Welcome ladies and gentlemen we are just a few hours away from,
END GAME!  First we have four matches to kick the night off.  And we
will end things right here live on TV with our first of _four_
Championship title matches tonight.  Where else can you watch matches
of this quality, Fred?

FH: No where ...  The PVW TV Championship title is designed to be live
on TV.  And Sinister was gifted wrapped a huge advantage tonight.
While seven men will go head-to-head in the wild lucky seven scramble.
He gets to sit in the back rested and waiting to take on the winner.
Where is the fighting champion mentality in that!?!

CL: The PVW TV division is designed around some of the most
entertaining and tough wrestlers in this industry has to offer.
Whomever picks up that victory you can bet will be ready to stand toe-
to-toe with, Big Daddy Sin.

FH: Well it's only a matter of time until the Bad Wolf gets his
opportunity to finally beat Papa Sin.

CL: We will find out soon.  I am getting the call that we are about to
go to Herk Douglas inside the ring and get this night started.  We
will talk more about End Game as we prepare for our huge PPV!

HD: This match is scheduled for one fall ...

CL: The first man to score a fall will be awarded the match and go on
to face, Sinister for the PVW TV Championship in our Main Event here
tonight on live cable TV.

HD: Introducing the competitors ...

FH: Hopefully we don't have to sit through _seven_ song and dances.
We are on a time frame here.  Let's get this show on the road!

CL: No ... I have it on good authority that we are on a tight schedule
and that means we have road agents directing traffic back stage as we
attempt to stick to script as best as possible.

FH: This is the PVW, Chip.  There is no way we stick to "script".

HD: From Seattle, Washington ...  "The Chemical Imbalance" Christian
Copeland.

[The pounding guitar riff signifies the opening of My Dying Brides
"And I Walk With Them" and the crowd rises in anticipation. The
opening verse begins and "Chemical Imbalance" Christian Copeland
crawls through the curtains and begins to head down the aisle way.]

CL: Copeland has painted a bulls-eye on the super popular, Senor Cloak
Dos.

FH: Shhh ... Stick to the script!

HD: From Norfolk, Virginia ... "The Phenom" Tommy Ryder.

[Headstrong by Trapt hits the PA system as the PVW fan favorite, Tommy
Ryder leaps out from the back.  He stands nodding his head to the beat
of the song then begins heading down the aisle way and towards the
squared circle.]

CL: Tommy Ryder has had his highs and lows in the PVW.  He has come
very close to holding gold here and tonight could earn another
opportunity at doing so.

FH: No chance.

HD: From  Lancaster, Lancastershire, England ...  "The Bad Wolf" Jacob
Rose.

["Painkiller" by the Freestylers w/Pendulum rocks the PA.  The fans
roar in boo's as the Bad Wolf emerges from the back.  With a smug look
across his face he begins storming towards the ring like he is seven
foot tall and bullet proof.]

CL: Black looks like he expects to win this match.

FH: Confidence breeds success.

CL: That is one thing that Christopher Black doesn't lack.

HD: Wrestling out of parts unknown ... Senor Cloak Dos!

[Suddenly "Solamente Una Vez" by Trios Los Panchos plays and fans jump
to their feet to see who is coming out. A figure comes walking out
with a cherry colored hooded cape that is pulled over his head and
covers much of his front. The figure walks up to a camera and throws
back his hood and opens his cape to reveal.. Senor Cloak Dos! Today
wearing cherry colored tights, black boots and his mask is black
with cherry colored "SCII" on the forehead and cherry colored eye
coverings but oh.. it has something else. Something Dos points to with
a finger as he puts his face in front of the camera. A daisy sticker
on his mask.]

SCD: Hola Josie! Mucho gracias, amiga! Your amigo Senor Cloak Dos has
the special mask you decorated for him today!

[Fans cheer as the small luchadore makes his way towards the ring to
new music. Dos goes up to fans wearing his mask and he touches heads
with them and gives out high fives to everyone as he makes his way to
the ring. Cloak gets to outside the ring and he looks up into the
ring. Christian Copeland glares down at the luchadore who returns a
masked stare we can't make out because his face is totally covered by
his mask and we can't see his eyes. But the body language says it all
as Dos removes his cape and climbs onto the ring apron and continues
to stare at the Smacky armed man. Cloak grabs the top rope and hops
into the ring and gives a glance at his rival then hops onto the 2nd
turnbuckle and pumps his fist to the crowd who cheer loudly! Then Dos
pumps his fist and yells out..]

SCD: VIVA! VAMANOS! ARRIBA!

[The crowd yells it out along with him and cheer him some more as Dos
gives them a thumbs up then hops off the turnbuckle and waits in his
corner as the music fades out.]

FH: I assume _that_ wasn't sticking to script.

CL: Senor Cloak Dos excites the crowd.  I wouldn't doubt that they
asked him to go out there and say a few words, but that was from the
heart and dedicated to a young, Senor Cloak Dos, fan.

FH: Is there any other kid?

HD: From Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.  "The Showstopper" Tyson Cain!

[Showstopper by Toby Mac plays over the PA.  Out steps the arrogant
youngster known to the PVW world as Tyson Cain.  He tosses his arms up
as the fans boo him.  With four guys already inside the ring he heads
down the aisle way.]

CL: Tyson Cain came very close to already being in the PVW main event
here on live television.

FH: He has shown flashes of brilliance in his young PVW career.

HD: From  New York City, New York.  "The Biz" Mike Bisignano!

["For The Love of Money" by The Bulletboys begins to play over the PA
system.  The wrestling veteran known around the world simply as the
Biz emerges from the back.  Standing full of pride and confidence the
veteran begins to head towards the ring ready to join the fray.]

CL: The Biz is the veteran in this match.  While the rest of that ring
has shown flashes of brilliance and chomping at the bits to make it to
the main event and face Sinister here tonight.  The Biz knows what it
takes and how to win.

FH: And there is at least a 60% chance he _will_ win.

CL: So you are picking the Biz to win tonight?

FH: Yep ... Or Christopher Black ... Or -

CL: That's what I thought.  Never can stick with just one guy.

FH: No it will probably be, the Biz.

HD: And finally ...

CL: Just one man to go!


[IT'S ASH TIME POP!]


HD: ... Wrestling out of Las Vegas, Nevada ...  He is known to the
wrestling world as "The Cruiserweight Icon" ... "The Living Knockout"
...
"The Small Package" ... AsH !!!

["Melting Point of Wax" by Thrice plays over the PA system.  And out
charges the fan favorite, AsH.  The fans roar as he takes off down the
aisle way and dives under the ropes and the action begins inside the
ring!]


 __________________________________________________________
| . \| | || | | |     Scramble TV Title Shot:   Biz v. Black
|  _/| ' || | | | v. Copeland v. Ryder v. SDC v. AsH v. Cain
|_|  |__/ |__/_/___________________________________________



*DING*DING*DING*


CL: There is the sound of the bell and we have ourselves an all out
brawl going on with seven of PVW's up and coming superstars!  One or
two of these men are going to be future PVW champions and main
eventers.  The question is who?

FH: Heck let's be honest here, Chip.  It may be three or four!

CL: No arguments there, Fred.

[AsH has went right at Tyson Cain unloading quick kicks and he ducks
under a big right hand by Tyson Cain and he leaps onto the back of
Tommy Ryder's shoulders.  Tyson Cain turns around as so does Tommy
Ryder.  He then leaps off his shoulders into a dropkick drilling the
youngster in the chops.]

CL: Whoa and the match begins with a bang!  Senor Cloak Dos goes
straight towards, Christian Copeland.

[Copeland going for a cheap boot to the gut but Cloak catches it and
throws Copeland's foot downwards with such force that his leg swings
underneath him and the momentum causes him to fall on his face. Cloak
Dos drops down and locks in a front headlock but Copeland starts
pulling himself up.]


SMACKY DOS!

SMACKY DOS!

SMACKY DOS!

SMACKY DOS!

FH: Don't these idiots know that, Smacky Dos is dead?

CL: RYDER WAS JUST LAID OUT BY THE BIZ ... WHAT A CHEAP SHOT!

FH: There was nothing cheap about that, Chip.

[The Bad Wolf has now rolled to the outside where his advisor, Jacob
Rose has joined him.  The two stand going over the carnage inside the
ring. Copeland counters with an arm wrench, then floats into a
hammerlock but Senor Cloak Dos counters by leaping into the air and
taking his opponent down with a snapmare.]

CL: Senor Cloak Dos is proving again why many are saying that pound
for pound he is the best inside the ring!

FH: He only weighs about as much as a late night dump, Chip!

CL: That's a lovely thought, Fred.

[Cain now up and locks up with his nemesis, AsH.  AsH floats into a
rear waistlock. Cain escapes the with an overhead wristlock, then
trips AsH. Cain drops from his standing position hitting a knee drop
to the gut of the cruiserweight icon, goading him into sitting up only
to get forearmed in the head to drop him back down.]

CL: Brutal impact and Cain is making an early cover sending a message
to everyone inside the ring!




!!! ONE !!!



[The Biz stomps down on the youngster before the referee can even
reach the two count.]

FH: Not going to happen as long as the veteran is inside the ring.

CL: Don't look now Biz ... Senor Cloak with a crossbody!


[POP!]


[The Bad Wolf yanks AsH out from under the ropes and drives him down
with a vicious short-arm clothesline.]

CL: The Bad Wolf was waiting on the outside just waiting for the
perfect time to strike.  And AsH was his victim.

FH:  The good thing about the Bad Wolf is that he is an equal
opportunity punisher.

[Copeland now pulls Ryder up and locks him in an arm wrench, floating
into a standing armbar ... but Ryder counters with a schoolboy!]




!!! ONE !!!



!!! TWO !!!



CL: Ryder tried to quickly steal the match, but Cain is up and broke
the count up!

FH: It's going to be very hard to make a pinfall with seven hungry
men.  That's like one hot lady that wanders in the bar full of drunk
men at night.

CL: It sounds like you speak from experience.

FH: Yeah why don't you ask your wife, Chip.

[The Biz now charges at Senor Cloak Dos for a clothesline but the
masked superstar ducks it causing The Biz to bounce off the ropes and
run right into a stiff looking spinning heel kick.]

CL: Look at Senor Cloak Dos, Fred.  He looks to be in the zone
tonight!

FH: It's that sticker on his silly mask.

[Copeland now up and goes to punch Dos and he ducks the punch, points
to the sticker Josie put on his mask and headbutts Copeland! Copeland
staggers back then fires off a wilder punch, angry. Dos again ducks,
points to the sticker then leaps up and hits a leaping headbutt
sending Copeland staggering back into the ropes. Dos then leaps
forward and does a missile type diving headbutt
into Copeland's chest sending Copeland out of the ring.]


[HUGE GET HIM DOS POP!]


CL: Look at Senor Cloak Dos now!  He is pointing to the sticker and
pumping his fist as the fans cheer.


"___THUUUUUUUUUD___"


[The cheers die down as Christopher Black was there to take advantage
by dropping the masked superstar with an inverted DDT.]

FH: Now I am cheering!

[Tyson Cain has now rolled to the outside taking aim at AsH who has
reached his feet again.  Cain drives close range forearm shots backing
him up.  Cain goes to lift the Cruiserweight Icon up in a chest-scoop,
but looks up just in time to see Tommy Ryder coming off the ropes and
dropkicks the back of AsH right into Cain and ontop of him on the
outside.]


[HUGE FACE SPOT POP!]


CL: TOMMY RYDER REMINDING US THAT HE IS THE PHENOM!

FH: And not that bright.

[The Biz now goes to whip Christopher Black off the ropes but Black
reverses with an arm wrench, going to pull Biz into a short arm
clothesline but the veteran ducks it and nails a back drop.]

CL: The Biz showing the Bad Wolf that he isn't the only one looking to
take advantage of the situation.

FH: Becareful what you wish for Biz.

[Both men pull themselves up leading to Biz booting his opponent in
the gut and nailing him with a spinning calf kick.]

CL: Now the Biz hooking a leg in the center of the ring!




!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




[Only a two count as Copeland dives just after the Bad Wolf kicks out.
Copeland pulls The Biz to his feet and whips him into the corner, but
Biz grabs the top rope and does a handstand evasion. A confused
Christian Copeland charges right into a double boot to the face as the
Biz comes down, sending Copeland rolling across the ring.]

CL: The Biz showing that he wants that TV title shot ...


THUMP!


FH: I guess not that bad.

CL: Tommy Ryder trips him from the outside and now he is pulling the
Biz right out and LIGHTING HIM UP!


[POP!]



[Cain has rolled AsH back inside the ring and crushes him with a sit-
out straight jacket mat slam. And now Tyson Cain makes the cover!]




!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




CL: Senor Cloak Dos breaks it up with a dropkick to the face.

FH: Damn doesn't that Mexican jumping bean ever stay down on the mat?

[Christopher Black is going to take advantage of AsH and Cloak moves
to
prevent this but Copeland catches him with a Spinning Leg Lariat
preventing
him from saving his friend.]


"___THUUUUD___"


CL: Copeland just got up in time and drilled Cloak Dos.

FH: About time.

CL: BUT ASH IS UP AND HE IS SPRINGBOARDS OFF THE ROPES AND TORNADO DDT
ON COPELAND WHO JUST TURNED AROUND AND ATE IT!

[Black and Cain now up and they charge towards AsH who ducks under it
... He then leaps onto the ropes and looks at both men then does a
moonsault backwards and lands right on "The Biz" Mike Bisignano who
was standing on the outside not expecting it!]


[HOLY BLEEP POP!]


CL: ASH HAS ARRIVED!!!


"___THUUUUUUUUUUD___"


FH: And so has Cain.

[Cain didn't wait and he just drilled the Bad Wolf who turned around
and ate a cheap clothesline.
Cain grabs Christopher Black and whips him off the ropes. Cain goes
for a Tilt-O-Whirl on the Bad Wolf but he counters, taking Cain down
with a Fujiwara Armbar.]

CL: You better be-careful when you put a limb out by, Christopher
Black.

FH: Cain is screaming in pain and flails around but in comes Tommy
Ryder who breaks up the submission with a boot to the gut.

CL: Smart move by Ryder.

[Tommy Ryder pulls Christopher Black up and throws him shoulder-first
into the steel ring post between turnbuckles.]

CL: A much more aggressive Tommy Ryder.

FH: Perhaps he finally listened to his girlfriend and stopped being
such a pussy.

[Tommy Ryder grabs Cain and rolls him up backwards, sitting on his
legs for the cover.]




!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




CL: No it was broken up by AsH.  Fan favorites fighting fan favorites.
Heels facing heels!  This is what the title hunt is all about.

[AsH rolls Ryder off, rolls him over onto his back and pins him in
sort of a schoolboy type pin!]




!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




CL: NO!  The Biz breaks it up with a sunset flip!




!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




FH: No Copeland breaks up the pin by jumping over the Biz and yanking
downward on his neck for a neck snap, then lands on the chest of the
Biz, hooking his legs for a pin!




!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




CL: Senor Cloak Dos drops a knee to the mid-back of Copeland breaking
up the cover again.  These scramble matches always come across at 110
mph.  You never know what is going to happen and when!

FH: Wait what's AsH and Cain doing?  Wasn't there a script?

[AsH and Cain hit a double dropkick onto Black.  Both men fall onto
him for the pin attempt...and then the rivals begin to brawl with each
other.  As AsH and Tyson fight, Black then sneaks away, rolling out of
the ring to catch a much needed breather.]

CL: It appeared _both_ men wanted to make that cover on the Bad Wolf.
And Jacob Rose is over to talk things over with Black.

FH: Like a good advisor.

[They are back up and AsH & Ryder drop toe hold trip Tyson Cain & The
Biz into the ropes where they are on their knees laying on the 2nd
rope. Cloak now up sprints to the ropes and hits a 619 swinging kick
on both men. Then he stands on the apron and Copeland who is now on
the floor outside tries to attack him but Dos kicks him with a
backwards kick then leaps onto the 2nd rope and ASAI SPRINGBOARD
MOONSAULT onto Copeland on the floor outside!]



[SENOR FN CLOAK DOS POP!]



CL: SENOR CLOAK DOS IS TAKING THINGS OVER IN THIS MATCH!

[AsH and Cloak high five one another as Cloak turns and gets nailed
across his chest with a knife-edge chop by Tommy Ryder.]


TWAAAAAP!


FH: Ryder just lit up the chest of, Senor Cloak Dos!


"___THUUUUUD___"


CL: But Ryder just ate a spinning kick by AsH!

[Christopher Black has slid in behind AsH.  He locked on a full-nelson
submission move from behind.  Copeland drives big shots into the
midsection of the exposed, AsH.  Copeland backs up against the ropes
and lunges forward with a brutal mafia kick, but AsH at the last
second slides out of the full-nelson and he drills the Bad Wolf.
Copeland then turns around as AsH leaps into his Icon Cutter.]


"___THUUUUUUD___"


[SIG SPOT POP!]


CL: AsH now climbing up the ropes ...

[Tyson Cain up and lunges forward crotching the "Cruiserweight Icon".
Cain quickly climbing up and sets him up for a superplex lifting him
backwards ...]


"___KAAAATHUUUUUUD___"


FH: Heads up move by the Showstopper.

[Tommy Ryder grabs the right arm of The Biz and begins to whip him
across the ring but The Biz slams on the breaks and reverse the whip.
Biz drops his head and eats a boot from Ryder to the jaw.]

CL: The Biz dropped his head a moment early and he paid for it! Ryder
back pedaling to the ropes ... vicious clothesline! The Biz was turned
inside!

[Ryder's momentum carries him forward and he catches Tyson Cain in the
back of the head with an elbow sending him crashing between the top
and middle ropes onto the ring apron. The Biz has pushed himself to
his knees as Ryder slowly turns around, Ryder thrusts his arms into
the air and the crowd cheers loudly for the young PVW favorite.]

FH: Look at how cocky Ryder is all he did was hit a clothesline on The
Biz. You'd almost think he won the World Heavyweight Championship with
the way he is acting here right now.

CL: Ryder making his way back towards The Biz ...

[As Tommy Ryder approaches The Biz, he pushes himself up and as he
does so a bright orange-red flash explodes from the hand of the Biz
and he tosses it into the face of Tommy Ryder. The crowd screams
wildly with shock and horror as Ryder's hands cover his face. Ryder
drops to his mat and screams wildly as he flops around the ring
holding his face.]

CL: OH MY GOD! FIREBALL INTO THE FACE OF RYDER! THE BIZ TOSSED A
FIREBALL INTO RYDER'S FACE!

[Ryder holds his face and rolls towards the ring apron, his screams
heard over the silence that has engulfed the arena. Senor Cloak Dos
and AsH rush to the side of Tommy Ryder as Lady Laurel Levinger
screams for assistance. EMTs and security come rushing to the ring as
the action in the ring has come to a stop.]

FH: ...

CL: Fans ... I ... I'm at a loss. The Biz has taken his hatred for
Tommy
Ryder to a new level ...

FH: Tommy Ryder could be seriously injured.

CL: Is that concern in your voice, Fred?

FH: Watching the flesh of another man burn is a horrible sight, Chip.
Now is not the time for your sarcasm.

[The Emts have covered the face of Tommy Ryder with a wet towel and
are trying to calm his kicking and failing down. The Biz leans against
the ring ropes with a smirk on his face as the EMTs are tending to
Ryder.]

CL: The Biz is a sick man!

FH: He faked his own death? A fireball surprises you?

CL: I guess it shouldn't ... but this ... this crossing the line!

[As the EMTs bring Ryder from the apron to the floor The Biz grabs a
microphone and leans through the middle rope glaring down at Tommy
Ryder.]

Biz: Hey Tommy... you want to be a superhero? Well congratulations
because now you can wear a mask like the rest of those super heroes
you
look up to.

[Senor Cloak Dos looks up at The Biz who is still leaning over the top
rope and catches him in the jaw with a stiff right hand. The Biz drops
the microphone and staggers backwards into the ring, Senor Cloak Dos
slides under the bottom rope and spears The Biz taking him to the
mat.]

CL: Senor Cloak Dos is unloading on The Biz!

[HUGE KICK HIS ASS POP!]

FH: Dos is like a man possessed as he rains down the lefts and rights!

[The fans continue to cheer on Dos as he just drops and elbow into the
jaw of The Biz. The cheers though suddenly turn to boos as Copeland
kicks Dos from behind and sends him sprawling on the mat. Copeland
pulls the masked man to his feet and takes him over with a German
suplex.]

FH: And Dos dropped just like a numero dos!

CL: You're sick, Fred!

[Copeland quickly jumps to the top turnbuckle and splits his legs onto
the top rope using the impact of his thighs on the rope to flip
himself over before executing a moonsault on the prone Cloak Dos.]

FH: Split-legged moonsault and here's the cover!



!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




!!! THR -- !!!




CL: And Tyson Cain pulls Copeland off of Cloak Dos breaking up the
pinfall.

FH: Cain lighting Copeland up with a series of hard chops! And there's
a stiff European Uppercut that forces Copeland into the ropes.

[Copeland is whipped across the ring as AsH pulls The Biz up and takes
him over with a snap suplex. Copeland rebounds off of the ropes and
Cain catches him ...]

CL: Twilit-a-whirl backbreaker on Copeland!

[Cain pulls Copeland up to his feet quickly and whips him hard into
the corner chest first. The impact from the corner sends "Chemical
Imbalance" staggering backwards from the corner. Cain grabs Copeland
and nails a belly to back suplex that folds Copeland up.]

FH: Monstrous belly to back suplex and Cain with the cover!




!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




!!! THR -- !!!


[AsH Breaks up the cover with a boot Cain's head. As Cain rolls away
from Copeland, AsH droves an elbow into his head and he quickly kips
up and drops another elbow into the head of Cain.]

CL: AsH is heading to the top rope.

[Flash bulbs go off throughout the arena as AsH leaps from the top
rope and executes a spinning skytwister press, landing back first onto
Cain. The crowd cheers loudly as AsH hooks the leg.]

CL: Air Rage!



!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!


FH: The Biz pulls AsH off of Cain and drills him with a side Russian
leg sweep. Quick cover!

[But before the referee can drop down for the cover Copeland drills
The Biz in the side of the head with a knee.]

CL: Copeland breaking up the cover and he now turns and grabs Senor
Cloak Dos and tosses him to the floor!

FH: I can feel the impending doom for Dos.

THUMP!

THUMP!

CL: Copeland driving a couple of boots to the back of Cloak Dos
keeping him grounded ...

[The crowd boos as Copeland drops to the floor and grabs Smacky.]

CL: Good god no! Copeland has the rusty hammer he calls Smacky ...

[Copeland drops a knee to the back of Cloak Dos and then sits upon his
back and with one hand pulls back the head of Cloak Dos, he begins to
laugh sadistically as he slowly grinds the claw into the top of Dos'
mask.]

CL: This is insane! Copeland is digging the claw ...

FH: We can see what he is doing, Chip. This match is out of a control!
A fireball, a hammer ... what's next?

[Copeland continues to grind the claw into the mask ripping it open
along the top of the forehead. He pauses for a moment and cackles as
blood begins to drip forth from under the mask.]

FH: Dos is bleeding! And I swear Copeland is assumed by it!

[Copeland places Smacky on the arena floor as he continues to laugh at
the now bloody Cloak Dos.]

CL: Copeland is sliding back into the ring as Dos tries to push
himself to his feet.

FH: AsH catches Copeland with a spinning heel kick as he stands up!

[As AsH pops back up to his feet The Biz grabs him by the waist and
lifts him into the air.]

CL: Hotshot! AsH was hung out to dry on the top rope.

FH: The Biz is in charge right now as he stands up ...


"___SSSMMMAAACCCKKK___"


CL: Black from out of nowhere with a superkick! The Biz is down! Black
is back to his feet and grabs the leg of The Biz ...


FH: He's looking for the standing ankle lock!

[As Senor Cloak Dos rolls back into the ring Copeland rushes Black,
who quickly drops the ankle of The Biz and ducks the charging
clothesline. Like a cat Copeland leaps to the top turnbuckle but Black
is right behind him.]


"___TTTHHHUUUDDD___"


CL: Black shoves Copeland from the top rope to the floor!

FH: Copeland loves to fly but he went to close to the sun.

[Black smirks as he turns around and is caught with a European
uppercut from Dos and he follows up with two knife edge chops forcing
Black into the corner.

CL: Dos takes a few steps backwards and charges forward at Black ...

[Suddenly Senor Cloak does executes handspring cartwheel back elbow
smash into the jaw of Black.]

CL: Cloak Elbow!

FH: Too bad it left him wide open for The Biz who catches him with a
spinning leg lariat!

[Black was crushed into the turnbuckle once again from the impact of
Biz' move. The Biz gets to his feet and shoves Senor Cloak Dos to the
mat. Black drops to the mat and rolls under the bottom rope to the
ring apron. The Biz turns around and lowers his head to pull Cloak Dos
to his feet but Tyson Cain catches him in a front chancery and drives
him into the mat with a DDT!]



!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!


!!! TH -- !!!


FH: The Biz gets his shoulder up!

CL: Just barely.

FH: Still got it up he wants to be the number one contender more than
anyone else here!

[Cain gets back to his feet and Dos spins him around going for a kick
to the stomach but Cain catches it and nails a dragon screw legwhip.
On
the ring apron Black looks at Jacob Rose is pointing underneath the
ring as Christopher Black shakes the cob-webs on the outside.]

CL: What is Jacob Rose doing?

FH: A job of an advisor, Chip.

[Christopher Black stumbles over and lifts the cloth hanging over the
ring apron and then looks to be pulling something out.]

CL: What is he doing?  Wait ... That's a ladder!  That isn't suppose
to
be used in this match.  Those are under the ring for later tonight for
the Called Shot Match.

FH: Hey if it's there why not use it.

[Black continues to pull the ladder out and looks inside the ring as
Cain now lifts Senor Cloak Dos up into a fireman's carry then turns
him sideways driving him down with a big boom.]

CL: Black down sliding the ladder inside the ring.  I think he plans
on using this as a weapon to finish off his opponents.

FH: Pretty smart if you ask me.  Christopher Black is going to do some
big things in the PVW if he keeps thinking like this.

[The Bad Wolf slides the ladder under the ropes and rolls in behind
it.  With The Biz now choking the life out of AsH using the bottom
ropes.  He picks up the ladder and places it under his arms like a
battering ram.  He looks at Cain who is now stomping away on Senor
Cloak Dos and then at Biz who is distracted choking AsH.]

CL: It appears that Black is having a hard time picking his target.
With Copeland still outside the ring.  He points to the prone Biz and
charges with the ladder extended forward.


"___CRAAAAAACK___"


FH: Black just smashed that ladder into the Biz!

[Tyson Cain up on his feet and Black turns around using the force of
the metal ladder to take down the Showstopper!]


"___THWAAAP___"


CL: And it appears the master plan of the Bad Wolf is working!

[Black sets the ladder up into the corner.  He then grabs a hold of
AsH and places the prone superstar up against the ladder.  Then turns
and helps the bloodied masked superstar up and then turns and whips
him hard into his friend _against_ the ladder in the corner.]


"___THUUUUD___"


CL: What's the Bad Wolf doing now!?!

[Black takes off charging and follows through with a running vertical
splash into both men crushing them into that metal ladder.]


[HEEL POP!]


FH: This match is now Christopher Black's to lose!

CL: Black with a Hammerlock ... Body Slam!  Wolf's Bane on AsH!   He
hooks the leg!




!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




!!! THR !!!




[WHOA SO CLOSE POP!]


FH: Cain breaks it up at the very last second!

CL: That was so close!

[Cain is driving hard rights into the Bad Wolf.  Giving him a bit pay
back from that ladder shot.  He grabs the Bad Wolf's head and sets him
up for a DDT, but Black drops out and slides under the ropes waving
Cain off.]

CL: Black escaped Cain, but Copeland on the outside and he just
_speared_ him back first right into the side of the ring apron!


"___THUUUUUUD___"


FH: Copeland was like the wolf that time.

[And Cain has rolled out to join his one time ally.  The two men begin
to work over Christopher Black.  And shockingly to the fans, The Biz
has joined the fray and the _four_ heels are on the outside brawling?]

CL: I don't know what is going on ... I can only cough this up to
being
a scramble match and the stakes as high as they come for these six men
...

FH: A ladder shot can piss ya off too.

CL: How about a fireball?

FH: Well if Ryder was still around I am sure he would be pissed off.

CL: That is just wrong, Fred.

[Senor Cloak Dos is back up.  He notices the four men on the outside.
He takes off full speed and flies through the air with a running
suicide dive plancha ...]


[HUGE SPOT POP, JACK!]


CL: Tope Suicida!

FH: Why can't Senor Cloak Dos ever wrestle like the rest of the PVW
wrestlers in this fed?

CL: AsH is now up ... He see's the mob of bodies on the outside ...

FH: He isn't ...

CL: He has that look, Fred.

FH: Just fall back down, AsH.  Don't even think about it.

[AsH heads up to the top ropes.  Being the last of the wrestlers
inside the ring he gives a "what the hell" shrug and leaps into a
corkscrew plancha and lands right ontop of the pile!]



THIS IS AWESOME!  *CLAP CLAP CLAP*

THIS IS AWESOME!  *CLAP CLAP CLAP*

THIS IS AWESOME!  *CLAP CLAP CLAP*

THIS IS AWESOME!  *CLAP CLAP CLAP*


CL: The fans are loving all this action tonight!

FH: It's cause the PVW fans are sick, they just love mayhem here in
Arizona. I'm willing to bet their favorite show is 1000 ways to die.

[Somehow Tyson Cain is the first man to his feet. He leans against the
guardrail for a moment and shakes his head side to side in an effort
to shake the cobwebs loose. AsH slowly pushes himself to his knees and
grabs his ribs in pain.]

THUMP!

CL: Stiff kick from Cain to the ribs of AsH!

FH: He painted a target on them he grabbed them and Cain is not the
kind of man to pass up any opportunity.

[Cain grabs AsH and tosses him under the bottom rope into the ring. He
pulls himself up to the apron and enters the ring himself. He lifts
that ladder that was used earlier in the match.  The weapon designed
later for the Called Shot.  He places it over his shoulders like a
helicopter.  As AsH  pushes himself back to his feet he spins like a
helicopter ---]


"___TWAAAAAAP___"


FH: Down goes AsH!   Down goes AsH!  Down goes AsH!

CL: Okay ... This isn't Ali versus Frazier, Fred.

FH: I always wanted to do that.

[And Biz has slid inside the ring and the helicopter continues to spin
...]


"___TWAAAAAAP___"


FH: Down goes Biz!   Down goes Biz!  Down goes Biz!

CL: Oh brother.

[Now Black and Copeland have slid back inside the ring.]

CL: It looks like everyone is returning to the ring.

FH: Slowly.

[Cain has stopped with the ladder extended to each side as Copeland
and Black begin to circle around.]

FH: Ladder versus two men ... I put my money on the ladder!


[HUGE ROARING POP!]


CL: SENOR CLOAK DOS OFF THE ROPES WITH A DROPKICK AND RIGHT INTO TYSON
CAIN'S FACE!

FH: Well that is one way to stop the ladder-copter.

CL: With Ryder taken out of this match earlier with that heinous
fireball.  We are down to six men and they are all inside the ring
right now!

FH: With a shot at Sinister and the PVW TV Championship.

[Cain is being pulled up and he rakes the eyes in the socket of the
mask.  Copeland from behind and hits a spinning heel kick to take the
fan favorite masked superstar down to the mat.  Cain ducks a charging
Christopher Black and as the Bad Wolf spins he takes him down with a
sit-out facebuster!]


"___THUUUUUD___"


CL: Tyson Cain has picked it up!  He really wants another shot at his
childhood hero.

FH: Tyson Cain has all the markings of a superstar.  And superstars
turn it up a notch as it reaches showtime!

[Cain pushes himself back up and turns around just in time to eat a
standing dropkick by AsH and Tyson Cain tumbles up and _over_ the top
ropes, but lands on his feet.  Cain lifts that right hand up and gives
AsH the bird!]

CL: We are on cable TV right now, Cain!

FH: He doesn't care ... That Ash-hole deserved it!

CL: AsH what?  Oh nevermind!

FH: No not Nevermind ... Ash-

[Chip cuts Fred off.]

CL: AND ASH ISN'T HAVING IT!  HE JUST FLEW THROUGH THE ROPES AND
TACKLED CAIN _INTO_ THE GUARD RAIL!


[P V DUB POP]


FH: Wait what just happened?

CL: AsH isn't stopping!  He _owes_ Tyson Cain!  And he is returning
justice on the youngster.

[AsH pulls the youngster up and unloads with rights and lefts.  Cain
swings a wild right hook and AsH ducks under and _tackles_ him up and
over the guard rail into the front row of the crowd.]


[F-HIM UP POP!]


CL: ASH JUST TOOK TYSON CAIN UP AND OVER INTO THE FRONT ROW!

FH: Get security over there quickly.  These Phoenix fans are like a
pack of wolves!  And I don't mean a classy Wolf, like the Bad Wolf!

CL: Don't look now, but the Biz is setting up the ladder in the center
of the ring.

FH: Somebody tell these guys that this isn't the Called Shot.

CL: I don't think they care.  This is their moment to shine in the
PVW.  Their big chance to get their name out there and punch their
ticket.

[Mike Bisignano begins to climb the ladder ... However like clockwork
he
has company.  From behind he has been stopped by Christian Copeland.
The Chemical Imbalance begins to position the prone superstar for a
powerbomb ...]

CL: Oh god ... Copeland is positioning the Biz for a powerbomb from
nearly the top of the ladder.  If he hits this on the Biz it would be
clockwork in covering him.

FH: Biz is shaking his head ...  He knows this isn't good!

[As Copeland begins to set the powerbomb up ... The Biz turns it and
into a hurricarana from ladder!]


[HOLY BLEEP POP!]


CL: And Biz turned it!  The teacher took the student to school right
there.

FH: The Biz is a veteran inside that ring.  Guys like Cloak, Copeland,
Cain, and Ryder don't stand a chance with him.

[The Biz now heading up the ropes and perches upon the top.
Christopher Black though is back to his feet and shoves The Biz ...]


"___CCCLLLAAANNNGGG___"


CL: And The Biz lands head first into the guardrail!

FH: Black pulls Copeland up and locks him in a hammerlock ... Wolf's
Bane! He just nailed that Hammerlock body slam and Copeland is
grabbing his arm in pain!

CL: Copeland doesn't seem as good when he's not swinging a hammer!

FH: Chip! That's not very partial of you!

CL: When are you ever partial?

FH: It's not in my job description.

CL: Black is stalking Copeland ... He could be looking to lock on the
Lamb to the Slaughter ...

[As Black begins to pull Copeland to his feet Senor Cloak Dos catches
him with a leaping enziguiri that drops Black to the mat. ]


"___CCCRRRAAACCCKKK___"


CL: What impact! Black is on the mat ...

[The crowd cheers as Dos pulls Black to his feet and just tosses him
through the top and middle ropes to the floor. As he hits the floor
Tyson Cain and AsH come tumbling over the top of the guardrail still
throwing rights and lefts at one another!]


"___TTTHHHUUUDDD___"


CL: Black hits the arena floor and Cloak is running to the far side
ropes ...


"___CCCLLLAAANNNGGG___"


CL: Tope Suicida! Senor CLoak Dos just took out AsH and Tyson Cain!

[The crowd roars wildly as Senor Cloak Dos slowly pushes himself to
his feet and the slides under the bottom rope into the ring. As he
stands up Copeland rushes forward, but Dos ducks the clothesline and
reaches up driving Copeland into the mat with a hangman's neckbreaker.
Senor Cloak Dos kips up and the crowd roars their approval as he
stares at the ladder.]

CL: Senor Cloak Dos looking at the sixteen foot ladder!

]Senor Cloak Dos grabs the rungs of the ladder and begins to make the
long climb to the top of the ladder.]

FH: How is this legal? This isn't a ladder match!

CL: You didn't complain when Cain was bashing people in the head with
the ladder a few moments ago!

FH: I think my monitor went black at that point.

[Upon reaching the very top of the ladder Senor Cloak Dos balances
himself and he points to the daisy sticker on his mask that Josie had
put on his mask all those months ago.]

CL: Cloak Dos has been paying tribute to Josie all night with that
sticker and he's honoring her once again right now!

FH: Honoring someone doesn't win you matches in this business!

[Copeland rolls over to his back and shakes his head slowly to the
side, trying to shake the cobwebs from his head. Senor Cloak Dos
extends his arms to the side and leaps.]

FH: Come on Copeland move!

CL: DIVING HEADBUTT CATCHES COPELAND IN THE FACE! Cloak Dos from the
top of a sixteen foot ladder!

[Upon landing Dos grabs his head.]

FH: Dos looks like he is having a seizure as he grabs his head in
pain!

[Copeland is motionless in the ring as Dos continues to grab his head.
On the outside Cain and AsH are still in a heap against the guardrail
as The Biz tries to pull himself to his feet with the ring apron's
assistance. Christopher Black pushes himself to a seated position and
leans against the guardrail as Dos rolls to his stomach and drapes his
arm across the chest of Christian Copeland.]

FH: NO! Dos has his arm over Copeland!



!!! ONE !!!


[Black stands to his feet and staggers back a step before running
towards the ring.]

!!! TWO !!!


[Black begins to slide into the ring.]


!!! THREE !!!


[HUGE FACE POP!]

CL: SENOR CLOAK DOS WINS!

FH: NO!


*DING*DING*DING*


HD: Ladies and gentlemen your winner and moving onto the PVW
Television Championship Match ...


!!! SENOR CLOAK DOS !!!


FH: I can't believe it!

CL: And neither can Christopher Black who is slamming the mat in
frustration! Senor Cloak Dos is the number one contender for
Sinister's title later tonight!

FH: But will he be in any condition? He's out cold in the ring and
here come the EMTs for the second time this match!

[As the EMTs rush the ring Christopher Black slides to the floor and
grabs the guardrail slamming it hard into the ground.]

CL: The EMT's are already busy.  Tommy Ryder has been rushed out of
the arena.  We have no clue what condition the young Phenom is in
after that brutal fireball earlier.  And now Senor Cloak Dos even
though he picked up the victory appears to be in some pain.

FH: The spoils of war.

CL: I've just got word that Dean Hayes is backstage and has yet
another lead on who's been paying the Mercenary all these months.

[We cut to backstage, where intrepid investigative reporter,
'Swinging' Dean Hayes is walking down the hallway with a purpose and
talking to himself.]

SDH: .... It's so obvious... Why didn't I think of asking her first?
After all, that is one messed up family. It only makes sense that it
would be her sister. And when I confront Tara, I'll finally be able to
get out of this...

[Before he can finish that thought, Dean turns a corner towards the
locker room area, but is stopped cold in his tracks as he sees the man
that has been the focus of this investigation... the Mercenary. Merc
is seated on a stack of wooden pallets, petting his pet weasel, like
an evil mastermind pets his cat.]

Merc: Ah.. Mr. Hayes... I've been expecting you.

SDH: (stammering) You... you were? Ahem (adjusts his tie) .. And why
would you be expecting me?

Merc: Well, it seems Dean-o, that my client is getting a little
worried that you're getting just a bit too close to the truth for
comfort.  Personally, I didn't think you had a clue as to who
he/she/it is, but I was asked to wait for you here just in case you
got lucky... and lo and behold, here you are. So...

[Merc places the weasel down beside himself, and gets to his feet and
takes a couple menacing steps towards Dean, who in turn takes a couple
steps backwards, only to stumble over a length of pipe, and fall flat
on his ass.]

SDH: Ooofff...

[Merc continues walking to where Dean is now sprawled on the floor,
stops in front of him and then hunkers down in front of him. Merc
reaches out, to which Dean reacts as any normal man would and recoils
in fear as if he's about to be seriously hurt.]

SDH: You.. you just stop right there... I'm part of the press and a
highly regarded employee of SPW.. You can't touch me, let alone hurt
me... So, you just stop right there...

Merc: Now, now, now... I'm not here to hurt you Dean (Merc continues
to reach out, but all he does is straighten out Dean's tie for him),
not that hiding behind your press badge would have stopped me anyways.
No... I'm just going to give you a nice friendly warning. It would be
in your best interest and well being if you were to drop this
investigation. My employer has spent a lot of time and money to get
back at Jessica, and we can't have you spoiling the surprise. You'll
find out who's behind this whole thing when we're good and ready.

SDH: That must mean that I'm getting really warm then... otherwise why
would you be confronting me now?

Merc: Heh... You go on believing what you want Dean.

SDH: So, if I'm not getting close, then you wouldn't mind me going
down the hall...

Merc: Well, if you really want to take that chance, sure go ahead. I
won't stop you. But my friend over there (points to the weasel who is
eyeing Dean up with evil intentions on his mind), well... let me put
it this way. You saw what he did in my last promo bit... where he
destroyed that rat?

SDH: (shudders) Yes... Yes, I did.

Merc: Well, how hard do you think it would be for me to train him to
go after a trouser mouse as opposed to an alley rat?

[Dean instinctively covers his crotch.]

Merc: Damned right...Not much at all. So, you just keep that in mind
as you're making your way down that hallway.

[Merc pats Dean a couple times on the cheek and then gets back to a
standing position.]

Merc: So, we're agreed? No more silly investigation?

[Dean nods his head rapidly in agreement.]

Merc: Good.

[Merc starts off down the hallway in the direction from which Dean
came from. He stops and turns, gives a whistle and a 'Cmon boy' to the
weasel, who is still glaring at Dean... more specifically Deans
groinal region.]

Merc: C'mon boy... leave him alone.

[The weasel hops down from the stack of pallets and saunters over to
where Dean is still laying on the floor. It starts to sniff around
Deans crotch, and as it does so, a wet spot starts to grow on Dean's
pants. And if it's possible, we hear what could be a laugh coming from
the rodent, who then races off to catch up with his master.]

CL: The search is over.  Tonight we will find out ...  You have to
expect some time around the Chance McKenzie and Mercenary battle.

FH: One of the most talked about wars in the past few months.  You can
bet that, Jessica Marshall has something up her sleeve for the hired
gun.

CL: The Mercenary has played his share of games.  It all ends tonight!

[We fade in to see a man standing with his back to the camera.  The
scene is in monochrome, as if seen through a pale blue filter.  The
man is fairly big, definitely a wrestler's muscular build and although
height and weight is difficult to judge with no real background or
other people to contrast him with a good guess would be maybe a few
inches short of six and a half feed and probably somewhere in the
range of 240 to 250 lbs or so.  He's light skinned with medium length
hair also in a light color.  The hair does look kinda unkempt and
unwashed and the man is wearing a dark colored wrestling singlet with
the legs going down to just above the knees.  The attire also includes
dark colored wrestling boots, kneepads and elbowpads.

As the man stands there with his back to us, head lowered and
shoulders going up and down in time with his breathing the sound of
people speaking over what seems like the roar of a crowd fades in,
getting louder and louder, and eventually we can make out the words.
They seem to be rapidfire snippets of conversations and comments from
several different people, most tinged with a sense of disgust or
disbelief.]

Voices:  "...he can't mean to do that..."
         "...somebody has to stop..."
         "...think he's laughing..."
         "...could be injured..."
         "...should be suspended..."
         "...sick and twisted..."
         "...needs help..."
         "...has a lot to answer for..."

[As the voices get louder and the snippets come faster, sometimes
overlapping eachother and almost drowning eachother the image on the
screen starts changing.  First it's just a quick, brief glimpse,
barely noticeable the first few times, showing a man with another man
in a chickenwing.  Then there's another clip, and another, and another
and so on.  All of them so quick you can't really make out who the
fighters are, but all of them feature a man of similar size to the man
with his back to us.  All of them show him with someone else in a
submission hold of some sort.  All of them come and go so quickly that
soon the clips and the scene of the man with his back to us become a
raging, confusing rush of images shot from different angles making it
all the more disorienting.

Meanwhile the volume of the crowd noice and the voiceclips have
increased to a thunderous level and the sound of someone laughing
hysterically, sometimes almost breaking into sobbing and other times
slowing to a sinister chuckle has been layered over those sounds
again, all of it looping over and over together with the looping blue-
filtered images on the screed.  It all builds up to a deafening
crescendo and then...

...suddenly all the sound stops and the images likewise stop on the
man with his back to us.  His head snaps up from its lowered position
and we suddenly cut to what can only be an extreme closeup of his
lower face, heavy light-colored stubble clearly visible.  What we can
see of the man's expression is completely cold and neutral until the
strains of a song slowly fades in.  Slowly the corners of his mouth
pull up into a smile which turns into a wide grin as the lips pull
back to expose the teeth in a near-snarl.]

Music: "No-one knows what it's like"
       "To be the bad man"
       "To be the sad man"
       "Behind blue eyes"

[And we fade out as the strains of "Behind Blue Eyes" by The Who fade
away.]

CL: Who was that?

FH: Your guess is as good as mine.  However if he is hearing voices in
his head he  should fit right in with some of the loon's we have in
this place.

CL: You must be talking about the Cole and Craven match later tonight.

FH: Whatever gave you that idea?

CL: Call it a hunch.  Craven has been playing mind games with the
former PVW Champion.  Last Heatwave, Rob Cole turned the tides and
tonight we have one of the most talked about matches of the night.

FH: William Craven is going to finish Rob Cole once and for all and
bury his career.

CL: Many men have tried ...

FH: None of them like, William Craven.

CL: In nearly a hour in a half we will have that chance to find out
when End Game kicks off!  But first let's go back to the ring with,
the Voice.

[Suddenly Canción del Mariachi by Los Lobos begins to play throughout
the arena.]

HD: Introducing first ... Being accompanied to the ring by Emylee
Marie Bermudez Cruz ... they hail from Veracruz, Mexico ... and weigh
in at a combined four hundred and six pounds ... they are ...

!!! LOS CORAZONES !!!

[Three figures walk out from the backstage area. The first is a petite
woman who is attired in a skin tight white dress with a plunging
neckline revealing her golden brown skin, her long red hair flows past
her shoulders and sets a strong contrast off of the white dress. A few
steps behind her walk Los Corazones, Blanco and Rojo. Blanco has a
white mask with a red heart upon it and white full length wrestling
tights while Rojo has a red mask with a white heart upon it and red
full length wrestling tights. Upon their waists are the golden ASLL
Campeon Nacional Parejas tag team championship belts.]

CL: Here stands the tag team of international fame.

FH: Two of Mexico's finest. And tonight they will get their hands on
Renegades for their heinous beating of Emylee Marie Bermudez Cruz ...

CL: Beating? It was an accidental punch!

FH: That's what you say ...

CL: It's what the video shows!

FH: The video was doctored!

CL: Fred, stop with your lies!

HD: And their opponents hailing from Pittsburgh, PA, at combined
weight of only a mere five hundred pounds! They are the twin brothers
Houlihan, JD and Devin... ..

!!! THE RENEGADES !!!

["Know Your Enemy" by Rage Against the Machine bursts forth from the
PA system, as the crowd stands.  Some cheer, some just stare, but
either way, out from the curtains from JD and Devin! Each one takes a
side on the rampway, and raises their hands in the air, trying to
elicit some support!  As the brothers begin their approach to the
ring, taking time to slap some fan's hands on the way, there Uncle Sid
makes his way out from the curtains, following the pair down to the
ring.  JD elects to the take the steps, as Devin rolls underneath the
bottom ropes.]

CL: This war has been over due.

FH: The Renegades are obviously jealous of the Los Corazones
international success.  So much they decked the lovely, Emylee!

CL: An obvious accident that there is no excuse for and the Renegades
have taken ownership for.

FH: PVW should make them visit a battered shelter and see what kind of
damage their actions can do.

CL: I have it on good authority that the Renegades have done
everything behind the scenes they can to ensure that Emylee was fine
after the incident.

[As JD and Devin begin to climb the turnbuckles Los Corazones rush
forward and deliver stereo forearms into the backs of the twins.]

FH: And Los Corazones jumping the Renegades before the bell!

CL: Now this is heinous!

FH: Can't take it when the shoe is on other foot can you?

[Blanco pulls Devin off of the ropes and drives another forearm into
the back of Devin and then grabs his head and begins to slam it into
the top turnbuckle to the thrill of Emylee on the outside, who claps.
Rojo drives a knee into the mid-section of JD and as he doubles over
he drops his elbow into the back of JD's head.]

CL: Rojo grabs JD ... vertical suplex! Rojo mounting JD and raining
down
the fists.

FH: And Blanco with a vicious knee lift snapping Devin hard into the
ropes.

CL: And finally Mark Barnett is pulling Rojo off of JD and forcing him
to his corner.


___  _ _  _ _ _ _________________________________________
| . \| | || | | | 	Tag Team Action:
|  _/| ' || | | |  Los Corazones v. The Renegades
|_|  |__/ |__/_/__________________________________________



[AS JD rolls under the bottom rope onto the apron Blanco rushes
towards the far side rope.]

CL: Finally Barnett has control of this match.

*DING*DING*DING*


[Blanco charges forward but Devin drops his head and powers him up
...]

CL: Blanco up and over top rope!

FH: No! Blanco grabs the top rope and lands on the apron.

[Devin though spins around and catches Blanco with a stiff elbow that
rocks him back.]

CL: Blanco teetering ...

[Blanco maintains a grip on the top rope preventing him from falling
to the floor. But Devin follows up and drills him with a second elbow,
after landing the elbow Devin rushes to the far side ropes and charges
back at Blanco and sends him crashing to the floor after a vicious
forearm.]


"___CCCLLLAAANNNGGG___"


CL: Blanco slams hard into the guardrail!

FH: And Devin is grabbing the top rope ...

[Emylee rushes forward and checks on Blanco as Devin begins to
slingshot himself over the top rope.]

FH: And here comes the women beater!

CL: No Devin changes his action and lands on the apron staring at
Emylee.

FH: Look at the hatred in his eyes!

CL: Stop it Fred!

[Devin begins to motion for Emylee to move away but she stays over her
man checking on the back of his head from the impact with the
guardrail. Devin drops to the floor and reaches over Emylee and pulls
Blanco back to his feet and shoves him hard into the guardrail back
first. Emylee grabs the arm of Devin and spins him around. The crowd
ohhs as Devin looks at Emylee.]

FH: Can you feel it he's going to hit her again!

CL: GET OFF OF IT FRED! It was an accident all the months ago!

[Devin shkes his head to the side and turns around and focuses on
Blanco again driving a right hand into the side of his head. As he
winds up again Emylee grabs his arm again and once again spins him
around. Devin begins to scream at the referee to remove her from the
action ...]


"___SSSMMMAAACCCKKK___"


FH: And Emylee slaps the taste out of Devin's mouth!

[Devin raises his hand to his cheek and once again screams for Mark
Barnett to do something and finally Barnett does as he creates
separation and moves Emylee away from the action. Devin turns around
and is caught with a nasty uppercut that staggers him. Blanco to his
feet and catches a savate kick that sends the bigger Devin to the
floor hard. Blanco leaps onto the guardrail ...]

CL: Moonsault from the guardrail! The ASLL champion is pulling out all
the stops here tonight!

[Blanco grabs his knee for a second before standing back to his feet
and rolling Devin under the bottom rope back into the ring. Blanco
stomps on the back of Devin sending him sprawling face first across
the canvas. Blanco grabs the leg of Devin and drags him towards his
corner and reaches up tagging in Rojo. Rojo grabs the leg from Blanco
and quickly shifts the leg into a single Boston crab. He wrenches back
as Blanco leaps into the air and drops a leg across the back of
Devin's head.]

FH: And Los Corazones showing the team work that has made them
champions!

[Barnett orders Blanco to the apron as Rojo continues to wrench the
leg back, Devin screams in pain as Rojo demands Barnett to call the
match. Devin though screams no as Rojo wrenches back some more.]

CL: Rojo mocking Devin as he continues to apply the pressure to that
single leg Boston crab.

FH: He's had this coming since he laid his hands ...

CL: Will you drop it, Fred! He's not a woman beater! Los Corazón Negro
Uno put Emylee in the path of that punch!

FH: Well if he apologized just _once_ maybe people wouldn't make such
a big deal of it, Chip!

[Rojo maintains his grip on the leg as he steps to the side of Devin
and he lifts the leg up and drives it into knee first into the canvas
once, twice and a third time. Rojo releases the leg and Devin grabs
his knee as Rojo stomps onto the ribs of Devin. Rojo drops to his
knees and looks at Devin and begins to laugh at him.]

CL: Rojo grabbing Devin by his head and pulling him up ... DDT! And
Rojo with the cover!


!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!


[The crowd cheers loudly as Devin forces his right shoulder up to the
disappointment of Rojo as he slaps the mat in frustration. Rojo though
quickly goes for another cover.]


!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!


CL: And again Devin kicks out!

[Rojo slaps the mat again but he quickly pulls Devin to his feet locks
on a front chancery.]

FH: Rojo looking to power the taller Devin up ...

CL: But Devin catches him with a quick right hand to the mid-section
and a second one breaks the front chancery.

[Rojo releases his grip and Devin quickly grabs Rojo around the waist
and takes him to the mat with a belly to belly suplex. The crowd
cheers wildly as JD slaps on the top turnbuckle trying to fire up his
brother who shakes the cobwebs out as Rojo rolls to his stomach.]

CL: Devin to his knees as JD is reaching over the top rope, screaming
for his brother to make the tag!

[JD continues to reach over the top rope as Rojo slowly crawls towards
Devin reaching for the leg ... a massive cheer erupts as Devin tags in
JD and Rojo begins to beg off but JD doesn't give him a second of rest
as he drives his right hand into the masked head of Rojo. The crowd
continues to cheer as JD drives a second right, a third right and a
forth right hand. He thrusts his arms into the air to the approval of
the crowd.]

CL: And JD Houlihan is a house of fire as he pulls Rojo up and whips
him hard into the corner!

FH: Rojo is prone in the corner as JD rushes forward ...


"___SSSMMMAAACCCKKK___"


CL: Running knee strike into the jaw of Rojo!

FH: Rojo looks like he is on dream street at the moment.

[As JD steps back Rojo takes two steps out from the corner and falls
face first onto the mat. Uncle Sid claps his approval as JD drops for
the cover.]


!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!


[Mark Barnett thrusts two fingers into the air as Rojo edges up his
right shoulder.]

FH: And Rojo still fighting!

CL: JD though is on the offensive as he grabs the legs of Rojo ...

[JD then bends one leg so that the shin is behind the knee of the
straight leg and places the ankle of the straight leg in their armpit.
With the same arm, he reaches around the ankle and through the opening
formed by the legs, and lock their hands together. JD then steps over
his opponent, turning Rojo over ...]

CL: He has the cloverleaf locked on!

[Rojo screams in pain as Barnett drops to his knees and begins to ask
him if he give. Rojo shakes his head as Emylee slaps on the ring apron
trying to get Rojo fired up. Rojo continues to shake his head wildly
side to side as JD wrenches back trying to force the submission.]

FH: Rojo fighting back the pain as he screams at Barnett to leave him
alone. [gasps] I don't understand Spanish but even I know that would
be censored!

[Rojo reaches forward with his right hand for the bottom rope ...]

CL: Rojo reaches the bottom rope ... but his hand slips off! He
couldn't
get a grip on the rope and JD continues to wrench back!

FH: It's going to take more than a simple cloverleaf to make the ASLL
tag team champion submit!

[Rojo pushes his chest off the mat and is able to move himself forward
a few inches and once again reaches for the bottom rope ...]

FH: And this time Rojo grips the bottom rope!

CL: Mark Barnett is ordering for the break and JD releases the hold
with obvious disappointment in his eyes.

[JD with a quick a series of stomps on Rojo's back before he pulls him
up, locking on a front chancery as he does so.]

CL: Up and over with a quick snap suplex. JD pulling Rojo to his feet
and drags him towards his corner ... tag into Devin, who is ascending
to
the top rope as JD with a powerbomb on Rojo! Top rope leg drop by
Devin!


FH: And The Renegades continue their cheating ways!

CL: What? You praised Los Corazones when they did the same thing!

FH: Los Corazones would never do something that heinous.

[Devin hooks the leg of Rojo.]


!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!


!!! THR -- !!!


[Mark Barnett thrusts two fingers into the air to the disappoint of
the capacity crowd.]

FH: Rojo showing Devin why they will never be champions! They lack the
heart of Los Corazones!

[Devin slaps the mat in frustration before pulling Rojo back to his
feet and quickly whips him to the far side ropes. Rojo rebounds off of
the ropes and ducks under the clothesline attempt as he does so he
reaches up and catches Devin with a hangman's neckbreaker taking him
to the mat]

CL: Both Rojo and Devin are down! But Devin is getting back to his
feet faster!

[Devin grabs Rojo by his mask and pulls him to his feet but Rojo
drives a right hand into the mid-section and follows up with a second
one and ends with a thrust to the throat of Devin who back pedals as
he
holds his throat. Barnett is quick to warn Rojo about that as Rojo
makes his way to the corner and tags in Blanco.]

FH: And here comes Blanco!

[The crowd boos as Blanco enters the ring and lights up Devin's chest
with a series of right hand chops forcing him into the ropes. Blanco
with Devin's arm and sends him into the far side ropes.]

CL: Spinning heel kick sends Devin back to the mat!

[As Rojo shakes the cobwebs out on the ring apron Blanco pulls Devin
up by the back of his head and he begins to hold onto the back of
Devin's head as he runs for the far side ropes.]

CL: Blanco pulling Devin along towards the ropes ...

FH: Blanco leaps over the ropes!

[Blanco clears the top rope and drops towards the floor as he does so
he pulls Devin's throat across the top rope, clotheslining him with
it. Devin falls to his back hard holding his throat as Blanco quickly
leaps to the ring apron and ascends the top rope; flash bulbs begin to
flash through the arena as Blanco leaps.]

FH: Diving Elbow Drop finds its mark in the heart of Devin Houlihan!

CL: Blanco quickly hooks the leg!


!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!


!!! THRE - !!!


[The crowd erupts ecstatically as Mark Barnett thrusts two fingers
into the air!]

FH: NO! I can't believe he kicked out! That found its mark!

CL: Devin edging his right shoulder up and the crowd loves it!

FH: One piss-ants would love that he kicked out!

[Blanco stands up and gets in the face of Mark Barnett as Devin holds
his throat in pain. On the outside Sid Savage can be heard screaming
for Devin to get back to his feet as Emylee screeches at Blanco to get
his mind back to the task at hand. JD begins to stomp on the apron and
the crowd follows suit stomping the floor.]

CL: The crowd getting behind Devin right now as Blanco is finally
directing his attention back to his and pulls him u ... ROLL-UP!


!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!


!!! THRE - !!!


FH: Thank god! Blanco kicks out!

[The crowd expresses their disappointment as Blanco gets to his feet
and catches Devin in the ribs with a stiff kick. He grabs Devin by the
head and pulls him to his feet.]

CL: Blanco going for the Irish whip but Devin reverses it and sends
the masked man into the ropes ...

FH: Devin lowers his head and Blanco drills him with a kick to the
chest!

[Devin stands up and staggers backwards as he does so Blanco
charges, but Devin catches him and lifts him into the air.]

CL: Hotshot! Blanco dropped across the top rope throat first!

FH: Come on Blanco get up!

[The crowd begins to slam their feet hard into the floor and clap
loudly as Devin grabs the middle rope and begins to drag himself
towards his corner.]

CL: And the race is on as Blanco and Devin are both trying to get to
their corners!

FH: Devin has received a beating over the past few minutes and he's
slower as Blanco is to his feet and dives ... Rojo tagged in!

[The crowd explodes as Rojo rushes forward but is a few moments late
as Devin dives forward and just reaches his brother, Barnett signals
the tag!]

CL: JD is in and he catches Rojo with a right hand, and a second right
and a third!

FH: Damn! Rojo is staggered back into the ropes but here comes Blanco
...

CL: A standing dropkick from JD sends Blanco to the mat.

FH: Rojo charging and he's caught with a dropkick as well that sends
him rolling to the apron! JD grabs Blanco and here's Devin ... damn
cheats!

CL: Blanco whipped into the ropes and the Houlihan brothers follow him
into the ropes.

[The crowd cheers as the Houlihan's take Blanco up and over the top
rope with a double clothesline. Blanco slams hard into the concrete
floor. Devin motions for JD to go after Rojo, who is back to his feet,
while he grabs the top rope ...]

CL: Slingshot splash onto Blanco on the floor!

[As Devin rolls off of Blanco, holding his ribs in pain, Emylee and
Uncle Sid rush over to check on their respective charges. In the ring
Rojo blocks a right hand from JD and drives his knee into JD's mid-
section. As he doubles over Rojo grabs his head for a front chancery,
but JD shoves him off into the ropes and catches him with a round
house kick that sends him crashing through the ropes to the apron. JD
doesn't let up as he reaches over the top rope and grabs Rojo by the
head ...]

CL: JD looking for a vertical suplex ...

FH: But Rojo grabs the ropes blocking it. A shoulder block from Rojo
to the mid-section ... Sunset Flip!


!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!


CL: And only a two count as Rojo kicks out!

[Both men kip up to their feet but Rojo fires off a quick savate kick
that floors JD!]

FH: What speed by Rojo! He flattened JD before he even knew what was
going on!

[On the outside Blanco is still down as Devin is on his knees shaking
his head to side to side, trying to clear out the cobwebs. Inside the
ring Rojo has ascended to the top turnbuckle and leaps keeping his
body straight and arms out-stretched, making it resemble a swan dive,
as he does JD rolls out of the way.]

CL: Rojo looking for his famous high angle senton bomb but JD rolls
out of the way!

[Just as Rojo is about to impact the mat he tucks and rolls through.]

FH: Rojo rolling through to avoid the impact!

[On the outside Devin pulls Blanco up and connects with a vicious
looking gutwrench ribcracker.]

FH: Who does Devin think he is, Larry Gionet?

[Inside the ring JD is back to his feet and drives his forearm into
the back of Rojo forcing him into the ropes. JD quickly grabs him by
the waist and takes him over with a german suplex and then he rolls
through for a second german suplex and upon finishing a third rolling
german suplex he releases the waist of Rojo tossing him hard onto his
back and neck.]

CL: What impact on that third german suplex!

FH: Come on Rojo get up!

[JD motions for Devin to ascend the turnbuckles as he pulls Rojo up
and grabs him by the waist.]


"___TTTHHHUUUDDD___"

CL: Gutwrench suplex!

FH: Devin is leaping off of the turnbuckle!

CL: Diving head butt! They call that Concussion City!

FH: NO! Come on Rojo!

[JD hooks the leg of Rojo!]


!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!


!!! THREE !!!

CL: YES! The Renegades have done it!

FH: NO! NO! NO! He had to have the tights!

CL: He didn't, Fred!


*DING*DING*DING*

HD: Ladies and gentlemen, here are your winners ... Devin and JD
Houlihan ...


!!! THE RENEGADES !!!


FH: I can't believe this!

[Uncle Sid slides into the ring and raises the brothers hands in the
air as Mark Barnett checks on Rojo Corazón in the ring. On the outside
Emylee Marie Bermudez Cruz has pulled Corazón Blanco to his feet. The
both glare at The Renegades and Uncle Sid Savage for a few moments.]

CL: Finally the Renegades have taken down Los Corazones.

FH: This is a travesty! Travesty I tell you!

CL: Believe what you will, Fred. But tonight the Renegades just made a
huge statement here in the PVW tag team ranks.  I am getting word that
Dean Hayes is hot in pursuit trying to get a word with, The Biz after
what happened earlier in the night.

FH: Dean better becareful.

["Swinging" Dean Hayes runs down a hallway and we see he is trying to
catch up with "The Biz" Mike Bisignano. The Biz stops and turns
towards Hayes.]

Biz: I suppose you want to know what would possess me to launch a
fireball into another person's face.

SDH: Well, yeah.

Biz: Real simple, jackhole. For weeks now, I've been trying to get
Tommy Ryder's attention and teach him a lesson but the kid just isn't
getting it. He continued to follow the same path and it clearly wasn't
working for him. So I figured the only way to make him understand is
to ensure he's sitting at home convalescing. That way he will have no
choice BUT to realize that I was right all along and MAYBE... just
maybe... when he musters up the strength to enter a wrestling ring
again, he'll be a brand new man. A man worthy enough to challenge for
the PVW Television title.

A title, mind you, that will find it's way to my waist very...very...
soon.

[Finished speaking, The Biz walks off down the hallway and cut back to
ring side where, Rage Against the Machine's "Guerrilla radio" starts
up as the crowd begins to boo.]

HD: Hailing from Hollywood, California and weighing in at a total
combined weight of five-hundred, ten pounds. They are accompanied by
their manager, Kitty Von Braun ...

[From the entrance portal, we see the trio appear. Leading the way is
"the Fashion Assassin" Tony Thomas. He prances up to the camera and
immediately begins running his mouth. Behind him appear "the Fashion
Industry's Worst Nightmare" Kip Butler and Kitty Von Braun.]

HD: Here are "the Fashion Industry's Worst Nightmare" Kip Butler and
"the Fashion Assassin" Tony Thomas... _HOLLYWOOD BY NIGHT_!

[As the camera pulls back, Tony Thomas keeps pace. Kip Butler and
Kitty Von Braun head to the ring behind Thomas. Thomas turns his back
to the camera, not losing a step, and points to the back of his jacket
with his thumb. A moment later, we Thomas turn and dart passed the
camera and slide into the ring under the bottom rope. Kip Butler and
Kitty Von Braun get to the ringside area, Butler allowing the manager
to ascend the steps to the ring apron first. Thomas climbs onto the
second buckle and raises both arms in the air as Butler holds the
ropes open for Von Braun. She steps into the ring and is quickly
followed by Butler. Butler sheds his jacket and takes one glance
around the arena as Von Braun claps her approval. Their music stops as
Thomas sheds his jacket and tosses it to Von Braun. She exits the ring
as Hollywood by Night go to their corner.]

CL: Hollywood by Night have yet to really be tested here in the PVW.
They have traveled the United States and tasted some success.

FH: Apart of the legendary Von Braun family.

[The mood changes as "The Death March" by Chopin begins to play over
the PA system.]

HD: Their opponents ... Accompanied by Pizzazz Elysee.  The team of,
Shadoe Rage and Derek Rage.  _THE PROPHETS OF RAGE_!

[The houselights go down to be replaced by purple spotlights. Smoke
fills the arena and the broad, slow, deep, gloomy notes of Chopin's
"Death March" suck the joy out of the arena. The curtains part and
Pizzazz Elysee is the first to emerge from the backstage curtains.
Right behind here sweeps the Angel of Death, Shadoe Rage. In sharp
contrast to the dirge, Rage is animated. He wears his sparkling
sequined cloak. He throws out his arms, flourishing to the dirge's
heavy beat.

Right behind him strides his brother, Derek Rage. He wears a boxer's
robe with the hood up over his head.  He looks like a giant Grim
Reaper.  With slow deliberate steps he marches towards the ring.  His
face betrays no expression.

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

FH: And if you think Hollywood by Night has tasted success then what
about these two, Chip?

CL: There are no questions about that.  The Prophets of Rage are
legends in the PVW tag team division.  They have held nearly every tag
team title that has mattered in this industry.

FH: Including the PVW Tag Team titles.

CL: You can bet they are chomping at the bits to get another shot at
them.

FH: It's only a matter of time.

[Referee Pete Hernandez begins to check over both team before the
match.]

CL: Oh no ...  It appears that PVW has brought back Pete Hernandez to
officiate another match.  I can't believe this guy still has a job.

FH: Hey what do you have against good solid referee's, Chip?

CL: Did you see his last attempt?  He should stick with B-league
Soccer somewhere because he has the wrong idea when it comes to
wrestling.

FH: He made the count and awarded the right man the victory.  What
else do you want from a referee?

CL: To not take away from the match at hand?


 ___  _ _  _ _ _ _________________________________________
| . \| | || | | | 	Tag Team Action:
|  _/| ' || | | |  Prophets of Rage v. Hollywood by Night
|_|  |__/ |__/_/__________________________________________



*DING*DING*DING*



[And there is the sound of the bell.]

CL: And here we go.  There is the sound of the bell and we are hot off
the press already as Shadoe Rage lets out a loud scream and charges!

FH: That's a war cry, Chip.

[Kip Butler leaps over him as Shadoe Rage rebounds.  He goes for a hip
toss, but it was blocked.  Butler swings around with a discuss punch
but Shadoe Rage ducks under and leaps up with a close range double
kick right into the chest of Kip Butler.   Shadoe Rage back up and
leaps forward with a flying knee that connects and takes Butler down
to the mat.  Shadoe Rage first on his feet assists Butler to his feet
and hooks on a side headlock starting the match off with control.]

CL: Shadoe Rage showing some strong determination here in the early
going.  The Prophets have had their ups and downs recently.  There
were rumors that the Rage brothers weren't on the same page.

FH: They were just that rumors.  The Prophets have won more tag team
matches then the rest of the PVW tag team division combined.  It's
going to take more then a cold streak to shake them up.

[Butler backs Shadoe Rage up against the ropes and sends him off.  As
Shadoe Rage roars back he is taken down with a shoulder block.  Shadoe
Rage is right back up and swings with a quick right hand, but Butler
storms through it and shakes the smaller Rage brother up with a series
of close range forearm shots.  He goes to send Shadoe Rage into the
ropes, but Shadoe Rage reverses it.  Kip Butler comes back and is
taken right back down with a drop toe hold.]

[Shadoe Rage quickly mounting the back of Kip Butler and locks him
into a chinlock as both sides team mates look on.]

CL: Shadoe Rage now screaming that the Prophets are back baby.

FH: Do you disagree?

CL: Ask me after the match.

[Pete Hernandez checks on Kip Butler who tells him to get out of his
face.]

CL: The referee ... If you want to call him one seemed surprise by Kip
Butler's reaction.

FH: He was assigned the match as the official referee of the match.

CL: Yeah well ...

[Kip Butler begins to power himself up to all four's.  Shadoe Rage
stands up and leaps smashing all his weight down on Kip Butler's back
crushing him back down to the mat.  Shadoe Rage then reaches over and
tags his brother as the fans jeer big Derek Rage stepping over the
top ropes and into the ring.]

CL: And Kip Butler now has to deal with the larger, Rage brother.

FH: It's always been said that Derek Rage could probably have a big
singles career if he wanted too.  However his loyalty and dedication
stays with his brother and their tag team legacy.

[Shadoe Rage pulls Butler up and opens him up for a big boot and kick
into the midsection.  He shoves Butler right into a waiting Derek Rage
who locks him into a full nelson then lifts him up and slams him down
with a full nelson / front face slam type move.]


"___THUUUUUD___"


CL: Big full nelson slam by Derek Rage!  And he drops down and slowly
hooks a leg!

FH: An early night for Hollywood by Night.


!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




[MIXED POP!]


CL: Tony Thomas in to break up the count and help his partner.
However Pete Hernandez is right there to stop The Fashion Assassin
from doing anymore damage.

FH: See, Pete Hernandez isn't a bad referee.

CL: He has done a fine job thus far I will give him that.

[Derek Rage glares at Tony Thomas but turns and yanks Butler up by his
skull.  Butler drives quick right hands attempting to fight off the
big man, but Derek Rage nails a big European uppercut.  He then lifts
Butler right back up with a gutwrench and crashes him back down with a
brutal back breaker.]


"___CRAAAAACK___"


CL: Derek Rage just holding Butler over his knee now applying a
submission move after the backbreaker.

FH: For a big man, Derek Rage is well trained in submissions.  I mean
he isn't Perry Fontana out there. But, he can hold his own against say
Chris Hartt or Hersher von Donkerhardt.

CL: Hartt and von Donkerhardt are two of PVW's best technicians, Fred.

FH: My point exactly.

CL: We will agree to disagree then.  But, Derek Rage for his size is
an amazing technical wrestler.  I will give you that.

[Derek finally drops the hold and Kip Butler rolls over to his stomach
trying to shake the cob-webs.  Derek Rage begins driving his boots
down keeping Kip Butler dazed and away from his corner.  Tony Thomas
really wants to make the tag.  His body is almost half way through the
ropes at this point attempting to reach his partner.]

CL: Tony Thomas really wants to make the tag and get Hollywood by
Night on the right track.  So far the match has for the most part been
all Prophets of Rage.

FH: When the Prophets are motivated and on ... There isn't very many
teams who can beat them.  Tonight it looks like the Prophets of old.

CL: Hollywood by Night is a very good team.  We have seen them run
through anyone in their paths thus far.  So the early performance for
the Prophets does have to be commended.

[Derek Rage pulls Kip Butler up and sends him into the corner with a
ring shaking Irish Whip.]

CL: Kip Butler's back almost _snapped_!  And here comes Derek Rage!!!

[WHOA ... NOBODY HOME POP!]

FH: Butler moved and perfect timing.  The way Derek Rage was charging
across with that Avalanche the match would have been over right there!

[Butler dove out of the way just in time and Derek Rage leaped into
the corner smashing into only the turnbuckles.  Derek Rage stumbles
about trying to grab a hold of Butler, but enough damage was done for
Butler to dive forward making the hot tag.]

[HOT TAG POP!]

CL: TONY THOMAS IS IN!

FH: And he is unloading on Derek Rage.

[Rights ... More right hands ... And Tony Thomas sends Derek Rage into
the
ropes and leaps with a big shoulder block taking the big man down.
Shadoe Rage comes charging in and Tony Thomas catches him and big
belly-to-belly suplex.]


"___THUUUUUUUD___"


CL: Tony Thomas is on fire!  He pulls Derek Rage back up and unloads
with a series of knife-edge-chops.


"___TWAAAP___"

"___TWAAAP___"

"___TWAAAP___"


[Thomas then drops Derek Rage with a DDT!]


"___THUUUUUD___"


CL: Thomas hooks a leg!

FH: But before Pete Hernandez could make even a one count, Shadoe Rage
has broken up the count.

[Kip Butler is in and _big_ clothesline and down goes Shadoe Rage and
both Hollywood by Night turn and pick up Derek Rage. Butler sets Derek
Rage up and lifts him into a power bomb, and Thomas does grabs a hold
with a neckbreaker ... Doing a Powerbomb / neckbreaker combination.]


"___THUUUUUUUD___"


CL: Down with Bollywood!

[And Butler turns and brushes the referee, Pete Hernandez who was
telling Butler to leave the ring and Pete Hernandez drops down holding
his throat and begins coughing and choking like he was just stricken
in the jugular with a vicious strike.]

FH: Oh my god!  What did Kip Butler just do!?!

CL: Really?  Give me a damn break.  This is just getting ridiculous.
Who _dives_ as a referee?

FH: I don't even know what diving is, but apparently Kip Butler just
nailed the referee in the throat.  Accident or not I don't know!

[Tony Thomas had dropped down to make the cover, but at this point
it's become a waste.  Kip Butler is shouting at the referee to get up.
And Shadoe Rage now comes off the top ropes with a flying body press
taking Kip Butler down!]

FH: Air-Rage!  Butler needs to concentrate on the match at hand.  Hey
we all make accidents.  Hopefully Pete will be alright, but there is
still a match going on.

CL: Tony Thomas is back up and he is taking it to Shadoe Rage.  Shadoe
Rage catches his leg on a kick.


"___TWAAAAAP___"


... enzuguiri!


[Pete Hernandez is now back up and apparently "fine".]

FH: It's a miracle!

CL: I bet it is.

FH: Those Spaniards are tough.  One moment they are choking for dear
life and then the next moment they "man up" and finish their job.
This is a guy we want as a PVW referee.

CL: We can only hope that PVW replaces him as quickly as his soccer
team seemed to have done.

[Tony Thomas now has turned and in Pete Hernandez's grill about his
act.  Pete Herenadez is playing innocent and Derek Rage is up.  Thomas
turns and the big gauntlet of Derek Rage extends out ...  Tony Thomas
is
up ...]


"___THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"


[BOOOOO!]


FH: HAND OF GOD!

CL: I'm surprised the wind didn't drop Pete Hernandez.


!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




!!! THREE !!!


FH: Prophets with a huge bounce back victory!

CL: It was an impressive performance.  The Prophets needed this End
Game victory to place them back as a threat to the PVW tag team
titles.

HD: The winners of the match ... THE PROPHETS OF RAGE!

[BOOOO!]

CL: Kip Butler now on the outside is still fuming.  I don't know what
Pete Hernandez is trying to accomplish.

FH: Hey give the guy a break.  He just wants a pay check.

CL: Well whatever it is ... He is going to take a dive in the wrong
match.

FH: Let's discuss important things though.  Like how the Prophets of
Rage just won!

[The Rage brothers now stand inside the ring joined by their manager.
They raise their hand in victory as Hollywood by Night on the outside
fume.]

CL: A victory on any PVW PPV never hurts and tonight they beat a very
good Hollywood by Night team.

FH: Derek Rage reminded us all that we are all a Hand of God away from
defeat.

CL: They don't call the Prophets of Rage the gateway of the PVW tag
team division for anything.  If you want a chance at the tag team
titles you have to go through the Rage brothers.

FH: That reminds me I don't think Ohno Ow and Livestock ever did!

CL: Well not together as the _odd couple_.  However both PAIN and
Livestock and The Gutch have thrown down with the Prophets and you can
only assume whomever walk out as the tag team champions will once
again.

FH: I wouldn't want to face a motivated Prophets right now.

CL: Folks what a night it's been already.  We are just moments away
from one of the most popular stars in the PVW, Senor Cloak Dos with
the biggest chance of his career!

FH: The size disadvantage between Cloak and Sinister is massive.

CL: Listen to these fans!


CLOAK!  CLOAK!  CLOAK!  CLOAK!


SIN!  SIN!   SIN!   SIN!


... It's right down the line, Fred!

FH: How long until End Game again?

CL: We are about thirty minutes out.  The big question is what kind of
condition will Senor Cloak Dos be after that headbutt off the ladder?

[Cut to backstage, where we find a couple of medics in the process of
looking over masked superstar Señor Cloak Dos.  There's an open first
aid kit nearby.  One of the medics shuts off his penlight, slight
frown on his face.]

Medic #1:  ...right, so your eyes don't appear to be glassy.  [He lets
out a small, concerned 'hmph']  It'd be a lot better if you took off
that mask so we could get a better lo--

[Still worn out from the grueling Scramble match, the beloved luchador
manages to have enough energy for an emphatic shake of the head
towards the negative.   The medic sighs, but his partner holds up a
finger.]

Medic #2:  We could always do the King-Devick test.

Medic  #1:  [biting back another sigh]  If you say so.  [He turns back
to SCD while his partner digs out a few flashcards].  OK, Señor?
Barry here is gonna show you these three cards and we need you to read
off the numbers in each row as fast as you can.

Medic #2:  If it's easier in Spanish, I'm flu--

["Sir...DON'T!"

Suddenly, the camera is viciously shoved to the side as a steel chair
wielding hooligan rushes into the room!  The two hapless medics
instinctually shrink back and pull away, leaving their patient
vulnerable.  Señor Cloak Dos struggles to try to get out of the way in
time, bringing up an arm to attempt to stave off the blow...

...all for naught.  Gutteral snarl etched on his face, "Bad Wolf"
Christopher Black brings the chair crashing down onto SCD's head!  The
enraged Englishman lays a few heavy kicks into Dos' ribs before
raising the dented chair again, this time smashing it across the
unfortunate luchador's knees.]

CB:  [venomously]  ...you worthless little C[BLEEP]!

JR:  Mister Black, please, I implore you, stop!  Think about the
fines...think about suspension!

[Coming upon the scene, Jacob Rose's futile pleas have no effect on
his client as the Bad Wolf renews his assault, cracking the chair once
more against Dos' knees.  Still with his teeth bared in the predator's
growl, Black then turns the chair in his hand, pressing the edge of
the back of the chair against the now-unresisting man's throat.

Suddenly, a small herd of officials manage to press themselves between
Black and his victim.  The chair is finally wrenched from the Wolf's
grasp as they push him back from Señor Cloak Dos.  The two medics
scramble back to their fallen patient as Jacob shakes his head sadly.
As for Black?

Between ragged breaths, a sick and near-gleeful rictus grin just
spreads across the Bad Wolf's face.]

JR:  Sir, why?!

CB:  Like this miserable piece o' [bleep] deserves any chance at the
Wolf's gold.  [Black's body shakes with low laughter.  He shakes off
the officials holding him, sneer still plastered across his face.]
The fat man should be on his knees thankin' the Bad Wolf all right!
He gets a nice, cozy night off after all!

[Another spasm of sadistic chuckling escapes Christopher Black.  He
then stops, cocking his head towards the wounded masked wrestler.  As
his cold blue eyes narrow, the grin suddenly drops to a more
calculated smile.]

CB:  All them useless blighters makin' such a big deal over a scrawny
bit o' pelt.  An' here it is for the takin'...  [He suddenly lunges
for SCD again, making a grab for the precious mask.]  Why should the
Wolf go home empty-han--?!

[The wordless bellow of rage is all the warning Black has before the
over three hundred pound living locomotive tears him off Señor Cloak
Dos and sends him flying without his trophy.   POP!!!  The officials
scatter, knowing full well there's now little stopping one pissed off
Sinister.  Black struggles to pull himself back up to his feet only to
be met with a massive uppercut from the Chi-Town Beast that sends him
reeling!  Again, the Englishman staggers, trying desperately to get
out of the way in time, but Sinister just grabs the back of the Bad
Wolf's head and begins to drag him away...

...


...


...and as the camera hurries to catch up, it soon becomes apparent
that the Chi-Town Beast is herding his quarry back down towards the
ring!  Cue the Arizona faithful going absolutely nuts.



"FUCK HIM UP, SIN...FUCK HIM UP!!!"  (CLAP-CLAP)


"FUCK HIM UP, SIN...FUCK HIM UP!!!"  (CLAP-CLAP)


"FUCK HIM UP, SIN...FUCK HIM UP!!!"  (CLAP-CLAP)



Following a good few dozen healthy steps away, still holding his
client's black leather jacket, Jacob Rose's protestations yet again
fall on deaf ears as Sin chucks Christopher Black into the ring and
signals the confused referee to start the match.]

FH: Oh come on that's assault!

CL: Eye for an eye Fred.  He should have never laid his hands on SCD!



___  _ _  _ _ _ _________________________________________
| . \| | || | | | 	TV Championship Match:
|  _/| ' || | | |  Christopher Black v. Sinister [c]
|_|  |__/ |__/_/__________________________________________




*DING*DING*DING


[The bell is sounded and the fans roar as we have a Championship match
anyways!]

CL: Senor Cloak Dos was suppose to wrestle in this match, but Sinister
doesn't care!

[Sinister whips Bad Wolf against the ropes. The rebound sees Sinister
take Black down to the mat with a vicious clothesline as the crowd
goes nuts.  He lifts up Black with ease as he drops him down with a
shoulder breaker.]

CL:  Sinister going to work on Black looks to be targeting the
shoulder and upper body of the challenger.

FH:  This just isn't right at all!

CL: You want to talk about what is right!?!?!  Why don't we go
backstage and ask, Senor Cloak Dos what is right!

[With Black dazed, the Television Champion picks up Black with a
military press slam landing hard in the middle of the ring.  Sinister
goes for the cover.]




!!! ONE !!!




Kickout!



FH: You can't keep Christopher Black down that easy Sinister!  That
Englishman is tough as nails, Sinister is going to have a long night
ahead of him!

CL:  Perhaps he was merely keeping him down so he would have to use up
more energy thus slowly weakening his opponent tonight.

FH:  What a jerk.  Using any shortcut he can to win a match.

CL:  Look who is talking!  He would not be in this match at all if he
had left SCD alone in the first place!

FH:  He was making a point Chip. It was all strategic.

[Sinister hits a hard right hand followed by a back elbow to the face
of Black.  CB staggers into the corner. Sinister unloads on the
challenger with haymakers and jabs. The referee makes him back up with
them being closed fists.  He backs off to prevent a DQ.  He runs at
Black like a freight train but Black uses some quickness on his part
and drops him with a drop down toe hold into the turnbuckle!]

FH:  My my how the tide has shifted here!

CL:  I might not like how he handles himself but Christopher Black
does know his way around the squared circle a real sense of ring
awareness.

FH:  Damn right and now Sinister is feeling the pain.

[CB with ambition in his demeanor grabs the hair of Sinister and
pounds him face first into the middle turnbuckle then follows it up
with a head smash into the top turnbuckle as he is peppered with boos
from the crowd.  Sinister tries to shake off the attack as Black spins
him around grabbing the left leg going for his dragon screw leg whip.
Sinister has the consciousness to shove Black down. Not to be out
done, Black attacks with a dropkick to the left knee cap of the
Television Champion.]

FH:  Very well done there Black. Fighting power with quickness and
ruthlessness.

CL:  Yeah he is ruthless alright...

FH:  Oh please let it go already. Crush that kneecap and tear him limb
from limb!

[With Jacob Rose looking on approvingly, Black grabs the prone
Sinister by the left leg as he slides to the outside. With his firm
grip on the leg he smashes the knee cap into the corner ring post.
The referee yells at Black to get back in the ring but Black slams the
knee cap of Sinister a second time before sliding back into the ring.]

FH: Beautiful work Black beautiful!   Don't let that monster get up.

CL:  Christopher Black clearly has a game plan in mind.  Taking the
Television Champion off his feet while weakening him so Black can
potentially set up some submissions on those tree trunks of Sinister!

[Without thinking about it, Black clamps on the figure 4, furthering
the pain on the kneecap.  While the referee is asking if he gives,
Rose gets closer as Christopher Black grabs his hands to give them
more leverage.  The crowd boos as the referee is oblivious to the
fact. Sinister's shoulders are down.]



!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




Shoulder up.


[POP!]


CL: Sinister with the shoulder up after some shenanigans by
Christopher Black and Rose!  He will do anything to get the edge.

FH:  All is fair when the Television Title is at stake Chip.  Rules
were meant to be broken after all.

CL:  I don't follow that philosophy at all!  It is through hard work
and determination that gets you far in this life Fred.

[Black being an opportunistic goes for it once again. He went to the
well one too many times as the referee caught what was going on and
forced the break of the hold to the delight of the crowd!  Black hangs
on before Crowe counts to five.  CB pounds his fists in frustration
before finally getting to his feet.]

CL:  Bad Wolf none too happy his plan backfired!

FH:  He was just trying to get an upper hand but here he goes pouring
on some more punishment Chip.

[CB grabs the left leg as if wanting to tear it off and drops an elbow
on it not once but a second time!  He drops down to pin the TV
Champion.]




!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




Shoulder up!

[Christopher Black off the ropes. As he comes back, Sinister drills
him with a spinning spinebuster!  The Television champion hooks the
leg.]




!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!



Kickout!



CL:  Neither man going down for the other.  This is an intense match
to say the least Fred!

FH:  An intense match that the Bad Wolf refuses to lose!

[Both men are slow to get up as CB unloads with a forearm. Sinister
retaliates with a forearm of his own.  Sinister takes a few steps back
and runs at Black but Black runs with a burst of speed hitting a
running knee lift. With Sinister momentarily stunned he runs off the
ropes nailing a stiff superkick shutting him down.]

FH:  The Television champion is down pin him Black PIN HIM!

CL:  Sinister's brain has just been rattled with that shot!
Christopher Black with the pin.




!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




!!! THREE !!!




CL:  NO Lou Crowe raises two fingers!

FH:  That was three Crowe. What are you blind?!

CL:  Christopher Black must be asking himself what must I do to take
down this man?  Even Black's manager Jacob Rose can't believe it!

[CB with a crazed look in his eyes goes to lock on the Lamb To the
Slaughter!  He hooks it in but cannot get the full extent as Sinister
is able to fight back with elbows to the face.  As sinister tries to
shake off the cob webs, Black runs the opposite ropes and as he is
going to hit Sinister he gets lifted up for the Sinister's Sadistic
Ride, as he is falling, Black rotates to the point where he gives
Sinister a front dropkick to the back of the head and locks on the
Lamb To The Slaughter!  The crowd boos relentlessly at this
development.]

FH: He has it on YES YES!

CL:  After the first time failed Christopher Black succeeded the
second!

[Sinister fights to reach the ropes but cannot make it. In a last
ditch effort he rears back so Black's shoulders are on the mat.]



!!! ONE !!!




[In a flash Black rolls over locking on the Frenzy!  The Boston crab
arm-bar combo is clenched in tight.  Sinister is scrambling to make
the ropes.  The fans cheer him on as his begins to fade...]

CL:  This is not looking good for the Television Champion.

FH:  Check the arm ref do it!

[The referee Lou Crowe sees Sinister isn't responding to his warnings.
He lifts the hand once, it falls. He lifts is a second time it drops.
He lifts it a third time and the crowd goes ballistic as Sinister
holds it in the air!  He looks at Black with a vicious look on his
face and gives him the finger!]

CL: SINISTER IS STILL IN THIS!

FH:  HOW?!  He was out!

[With a second wind in him, Sinister lifts himself up and powers out.
Sinister yells out as he delivers a stiff headbutt to the head of
Black followed by another!  Sinister grabs him by the waist and with
Black groggy he hits the 5 Knees of Lamentation.  The crowd ohhh's
after every knee driven into the rib cage of Christopher Black.  The
challenger falls to the mat holding his ribs.]

FH:  Listen to these fans!  They know what is coming!  Sinister is
going for it!

CL:  NO NO!  Save yourself Black!

[The Television Champion picks up the challenger and sets him up
powerbomb position.   He picks him up for the Chi-Town Massacre but
Sinister's left knee begins to buckle on him!  As he loses his
balance, Christopher Black seizes the opportunity to go behind
Sinister with a sunset flip while grabbing a hold of the tights!]

CL:  No NOT like this!




!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




!!! THREE !!!




DING DING DING!!!

HD:  Here is your winner and NEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWW Phoenix Valley
Wrestling Television Champion...

"The Bad Wolf"

CHRISTOPHER BLACK!!!

FH: HAHA!  Finally there is justice in this world. A man who fights
tooth and nail with every fiber of his being and in the end is our new
Television Champion.

CL: I am disgusted by Christopher Black's actions earlier tonight and
just what happened here with the pulling of the tights I am just
disgusted!

FH:  Well get used to it Chip there is a new Television Champion in
town baby!

[Lou Crowe hands Christopher Black the PVW TV championship belt as he
smiles widely.  Sinister now who has pushed himself to his knees looks
across the ring and towards his rival.  Black grabs the PVW
championship and quickly slides out of the ring with Jacob Rose
waiting as Sinister rises to his feet with a mix of shock and pure
anger on his face.  His manager heads up the ramp as Christopher Black
holds up the championship high above his head as Sinister stares a
hole through him.]

CL: Sinister was robbed of his title tonight.  SCD was robbed of his
chance at glory as well. I'd be damn sure that  Senor Cloak Dos is
going to have a LOT to say about this coming soon!

FH:  Until then live it up Chip.  The NEW TV Champion "The Bad Wolf"
Christopher Black.  He was on the prowl and took what was rightfully
his!  Outstanding job champ!

CL:  Folks we still don't have word on the condition of Tommy Ryder.
We have already have had one title change tonight ... We will be right
back fans as End Game is coming to you LIVE!


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PPV Match Writing Credits:
Scramble Match: Brian and Rob
LC v. Renegades: Rob
HbN v. POR: Brian
TV Championship Match: Mike G
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