[The room is dimly lit, by the candles lining the back of the empty
room. Empty that is for the man one knee, kneeling before the
gorgeously carved marble cross on the wall.]

"Our Father, who art in heaven, Hallowed be thy Name. Thy kingdom
come. Thy will be done, On earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day
our daily bread. And forgive us our trespasses, As we forgive those
who trespass against us. And lead us not into temptation, But deliver
us from evil."

[The laughter is cold, mirthless, as the man rises from his position
of worship and turns to the camera, crossing himself with a smirk.]

"Its come to my attention that a _dear_ friend unfortunately has
recently passed on, that would be the reason for that whole little
scene you just saw. My heart hurts, knowing that this great and
wonderful humanitarian has been taken from us _far_ too soon. Knowing
that such a god among men could be struck down in such a way... it
makes you question your own mortality No man is perfect, but this man
came as close as anyone I've ever had the divine pleasure of
meeting..."

[Is that a tear in his eye?]

"His only transgression in life was being a father to a _worthless_
son. In fact, the only solace I can take out of this whole situation
is that at least _I_ gave him the winner that his own waste of sperm
never could."

[Ouch!]

"So Mr. Foley, you're [beeping welcome. I'm doing what you should've
done and taking Caleb to the woodshed... Again. Its ironic that cancer
took your last breath isn't it? Seeing as your own son has become such
a _cancer_ to _me_.

[Utter contempt is all that is present.]

"At least I can trust Foley Sr. didn't cry as he laid unable to move,
at the mercy of cancer, not unlike his son, who cried like a baby as I
damn near ripped off his arm."

[Pause.]

"I have to win. For Caleb's father, for all the Brian Young fans that
think he's such a hero. People don't understand, without me, no one
would give a [beep] about Foley or Young. Without me, they wouldn't
shine nearly as brightly. They need me, to make you care. Does anyone
honestly believe people would do anything but sleep through Bryan
Young against Caleb Foley? Hell no. I putt asses in the seats because
they hope that maybe, just maybe, they'll be in attendance the night
someone finally puts an end to the reign of terror. But its not gonna
be at Endgame.

[A cheshire grin.]

"I'm winning this one for Mr. Foley. One last victory for him to ride
off into the sunset with. Like it or not, the reality is, I'm the
beeping] champ. And unless Young morphs into Storm and shows up in
Anaheim, they _never_ had a chance."

[Fade]


[The dramatic opening to Ave Maria by Christina England Hale begins to
play as Classic black and White footage from the past PVW events are
shown ...


[Chase Williams rears back on Freddy Travis arm, locked in an Endgame
Armbar.  Caleb Foley bends over trying to get his partner to break the
hold on PVW's opening card  Cut to Williams breaking the hold, leaping
to his feet and glaring right into the eyes of Caleb Foley before
stalking from the ring.]


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[Black Jack Baldwin scissors the head of Chris Hartt and lifts him
high. bouncing him off the mat with a high elevation jacknife
Powerbomb.]


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[A desperate Chase Williams wraps his arms around the
waist of an exhausted Rob Cole and lifts him up and falls backwards
and drops Cole right into an exposed turnbuckle which he follows up
with a Supernatural Driver to win the first ever PVW Title Match.]


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[Spectre has a hold of Charles Lassiter's head and charges it sending
him THROUGH the drywall in the back of the armory.  Lassiter stumbles
backwards with white dust and particles in his hair... As Spectre
charges he catches him and falls backwards slamming Spectre face first
onto the Water Cooler.  Lassiter stumbles to his feet and grabs the
half full plastic part full of water and slams it down on Spectre.]


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[Johnny Oakes drops to his knees at the sound of the crack over his
back.  RJ Souza stands in the ring with the chaos around him.  He then
turns towards the back and storms out headed up the isle way obviously
looking for Chris Hartt.]


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[Chris Hartt is back up and hobbling...  The fans are going nuts and
he just shrugs and takes off DIVING diving through the ropes and onto
Outlaw on the outside.]


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[Rob Cole smiles, peeling lips back from his broken teeth.  They're
uneven, slightly yellowed, and his tongue pushes through as he licks
blood from his lips.  The camera pans back to reveal his
wild eyes, staring into the camera. ]


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[Black Jack Baldwin is stumbling to his feet as Livestock stands up.
Zeke Craven tosses a briefcase to Livestock, which is caught by
Baldwin, who tosses the case over to Livestock who catches it in shock
as Jack Baldwin drops to the ground.  Duke Martin looks right at
Livestock who has the briefcase and then at Baldwin who is now laying
face first on the mat with his eyes closed.  The referee calls for the
elimination of Livestock claiming he hit Black Jack Baldwin with that
steel briefcase!]


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[Outlaw rolls into the ring with a steel chair waving it like a crazy
man.  Shadoe Rage begins to head towards him, but big Derek Rage grabs
him and the two roll out.]


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[Major Damage walks a lap around the ring, making sure that all the
fans in the arena get a chance to see his "Scorched Spangled Banner".]


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["Showtime" Rick Marley fires a few quick right hands as The Mercenary
lends an assist against Major Damage, backing him into the corner as
Marley hops up onto the top turnbuckle and locks on a front chancery.
Marley attempts a Tornado DDT but Major Damage tosses Marley like a
rag doll half way across the ring, but sending his gas mask with
Marley, revealing William Craven behind the mask.]


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[Nick "Always" Wright hits a plancha onto the grieving Lady Laurel
Levinger on the outside as the rest of Widowmakers Inc. beats on
Tyrone Parker.]


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[RJ Souza swinging the baseball bat and connecting with Destiny
Souza's head, sending her crashing to the ground.]


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[A bloody Charles Lassiter struggles in Destiny's Grip, but it is
simply not to be. The Spectre repositions himself, and musters every
ounce of strength left in his body to throw Lassiter up and over his
head, then through the table tacks and barbwire courtesy of Destiny's
Denial.]


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[Officials appear to be surrounding Major Damage who holds a now limp
Johnny Oakes in the air.  From the top of the entrance way appears
Mercenary dressed in black tank top, combat fatigues, doc marten
combat boots. The 6'3" 265 pound man with a battered silver
Halliburton in hand begins to walk down the isle way.  Major Damage
tosses one official to the side, but is quickly cut off by three more.
The Mercenary gives the old thumb across the throat signal. ]


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[Semi of Urban Legend ducks and Stalker leapfrogs over him to avoid
the collision. OmiFly and Prophets of Rage, not expecting that, are
left totally off-guard, and pay for it, as Semi nails OmniFly with a
clothesline, and Stalker takes down Derek with a one of his own.]


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[Johnny Dylan rolls out of the ring holding his mouth where the knee
apparently landed. Ryder bounces off the ropes and leaps high over the
top rope with a Somersault No-Handed Plancha onto Dylan, taking him
down.]


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[The Dragon Kid rolls to his feet and shakes his head as he stares at
the two men battling on the ladder. The Dragon Kid begins to hobble to
the ladder behind Hayes as Gionet just begins to push the ladder off
of him.  Gibson once again slams Eric's head into the top of the
ladder and Hayes reaches into his trunks and tosses a handful of white
powder into Williams' eyes.]


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[We end with Brian Young checking over a fallen Caleb Foley after Rise
From the Ashes.  Brian Young looks up towards Chase Williams who
raises the PVW Heavyweight Title..]





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[Red, yellow, and white fire works shoot from the turnbuckles as the
fans rise to their feet in excitement.  Signs like -  Chase isn't The
One, Caleb kiss me I'm Irish, The Hartt of PVW, Anaheim loves
Barbwire, and WMI is fake with out Colby.

The camera continues to pan through the crowd and it finally reaches
the center where the PVW ring sits,  The Phoenix displays proudly
across the mat.  An addition to the PVW logo circled by the Phoenix is
the SSN logo to the ring.  Red, yellow, and white ropes surround the
ring and The End Game logo has been added on the side of the ring
aprons.

We cut to Chip Lester who is decked out in a black sports coat.  His
blonde hair parts to the side.  To his right is non other than UEW
fame and most recently Burning Effect, "Fabulous" Fred Hoyle.  The
former veteran wrestler has on a black PVW t shirt under a blue sports
jacket and a pair of jeans.]

CL: PVW is on the road and we are LIVE IN CALIFORNIA!!!  I am Chip
Lester and tonight I am with "Fabulous" Fred Hoyle.

FH: It's good to be back on the big stage Chip.

CL: It's all came down to this...  As the clock turned to 2008 the
doors of Phoenix Valley Wrestling opened.  Champions fought through
Rise From the Ashes and it's all boiled down to tonight... Six months
of animosity.  Six months of hatred, End Game!

FH: End Game a fitting name for the destruction of the dreams and
hopes of Brian Young and Caleb Foley.  I saw Chase arrive earlier this
morning and I can tell you he is in the zone.  It's going to take a
miracle for one of these softy's to take Chase Williams title.

CL: Folks in a bit of tragic news we all know the Foley Sr has been
fighting cancer and a few days ago he finally lost his bout with the
deadly disease and passed away.

FH: That's a lot of weight on that kid shoulders.  He had a chance to
win the title in front of his fathers eyes at Rise From the Ashes and
he finally earned his rematch only to lose his father before he had a
second chance.

CL: Our thoughts and prayers are with the Foley family and wouldn't it
be a fitting moment if Caleb Foley could capture the grand prize as
his father smiles down on him.

FH: Don't get all soft on us Chip.  There is no denying it's tragic,
but it doesn't change anything.  Chase Williams is still twice the
wrestler Caleb Foley is.

[As the camera switches to the outside of the Anaheim Convention
Center, a limo is seen pulling up. A few of the fans who couldn't
afford tickets to the event but remain outside nonetheless swarm the
car to get a look at whoever is inside. Stepping out of the drivers
seat, a large man wearing a tuxedo walks around the car and shoves
fans out of the way, one by one]

CL: It appears a limo has arrived...  A number of PVW superstars could
be inside that.

FH: Widowmakers Inc perhaps?

[As the fans continue to press the limo driver, he pushes them back,
and stands there, protecting whoever is inside the limo from the sight
of unknowing eyes]

CL: Your guess is as good as mine.  It could even be Dex Willingham
himself.

FH: Somebody is arriving in class.

CL: Maybe it's Outlaw.

FH: Well I think we can at least eliminate him from inside that Limo.

CL: I am getting word it's time to get this show on the road. Ten men,
One Chance at a Called Title Shot! Let's go to Herk Douglas for the
introductions!

#There I was completely wasting, out of work and down,#

["Breaking the Law" by Judas Priest plays, and with no lighting
effects, no fanfare, just the words "Livestock and the Gutch" on the
PVW video screen, a big, strong man in slacks and dress shoes comes
out of the entrance portal, a big, hot amazon-looking girl on his
arm.#

#Feel as though nobody cares if I live or die,#

[Sighing, shaking his head, he begins walking, his valet in tow.]

#so I might as well begin to put some action in my life#
#Breaking the law, breaking the law!#

HD: Accompanied to the ring by Cindy "Bar Bitch" Hewitt...  He weighs
in tonight at 270 pounds, from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.

HERE  IS ... LIVESTOCK ZAPPA !!!!

[Livestock hits the squared circle with a slide, popping up dead
center, under the prize above the ring.]

HD: Standing at six foot one and weighing in at two hundred and
fifteen pounds...  From Florence, South Carolina ...

HERE IS ...OMNIFLY !!!!

["Omni" appears on the screen without music or any other fanfare. The
OmniFly emerges from the back wearing his white boxer's robe. Omni
slides under the bottom rope and rotates his shoulder, stretching it
out. Noticeably odd is the small sack that Omni has brought out to the
ring with him. Omni lays the sack outside the ring and prepares for
the bell.]

HD: Standing in at six feet one inch and weighing in at one hundred
eighty seven pounds ... From San Francisco, CA ...

HERE IS ... 'WHEREWITHAL' ERIC WILLIAMS !!!!

[The lights in the arena die. Silence fills the arena for just a
moment, as the big screen shows a figure standing far off; turned
away. The camera zooms in rapidly, and stops as the figure turns
around; Eric Williams' smiling face fills the screen as the chorus of
“Bullets” by Creed kicks in.]

##Look at me... look at me
##At least look at me when you shoot a bullet through my head
##Through my head
##Through my head
##Through my head

[A spotlight, that will follow Eric throughout his entire entrance,
shines on the entrance curtain as “Wherewithal” Eric Williams marches
through the ring, almost leaping into the fans; loving every bit of
admiration they give him.]

##Im my lifetime when I'm disgraced
##By jealousy and lies
##I laugh aloud 'cause my life
##Has gotten inside someone else's mind

[Eric makes his way down the entrance ramp, and leaps onto the ring
apron; grabbing the ropes as his feet plant on the apron. The music
dies down to the opening of the song.]

##Walking around I hear the sounds of the earth seeking relief
##I'm trying to find a reason to live
##But the mindless clutter my path
##Oh these thorns in my side,
##Oh these thorns in my side
##I know I have something free
##I have something so alive...

[Eric slips through the middle of the ropes, and runs to the far
turnbuckle; leaping on it to raise a fist to his fans – who raise
theirs back. As he jumps off of the turnbuckles and turns around, the
music dies, the spotlight fades, and the lights come back up.]

[Thumping drums play and then a sweet, smarmy voice says: "For you
cherie".]

HD: Standing in at six feet three inches and weighing in at two
hundred thirty one pounds ... From Tuscaloosa, AL ...

HERE IS ... GIBSON 'RED' HAYES !!!!

[Stepping out of the back to the strains of Tuscadero's "Palmer: The
All Star Jam" is Gibson Hayes, that man of odd genetic make up that
allows him to have a red frosted afro. He's wearing a t-shirt that
reads: A Real American Hero and his main man Carver McDaniels, who is
wearing silver mirrored shades, some faded blue jeans and a t-shirt
that states that he is not averse to breaking the statutory rape laws
across the nation. Behind those two is a man with a large coif of
sandy blond hair. He is wearing a jumpsuit with many colored sequins
and has an old megaphone, ike the ones cheerleaders used, and is
yelling gibberish. That is none other than Ginny "Magic" Southland, a
mouthpiece for hire.]

[Bringing up the rear is a rather tall man in a black robe with a hood
that covers his face that is strewn with gold and purple stars and
moons. This is none other than the Master - spiritual advisor to
Gibson.]

[Gibson is wearing black wrestling pants with red swirls and black
tape is taped around his wrist. He runs around a bit, jawing with the
crowd before climbing into the ring.]

HD: Hailing from Ottawa, Ontario, Canada.  Standing 6 feet tall, and
weighing in at 210lbs...

HERE IS ...OUTLAW !!!!

["Sucker Punch" by Envy on the Coast blares throughout the arena. A
pop from the crowd as Outlaw appears on the entryway.  Dressed in his
standard ring gear, camouflage shorts, and a PVW t-shirt, he raises
his arm to the crowd showing a pair of leather grapple gloves. As
usual, his brown hair hangs in his face.]

[He starts walking to the ring, eyeing his opponents, grinning the
entire time.]

CL: Looks like someone has a secret.

PW: It's not a secret.  We all know he's got issues..

[Outlaw rolls under the bottom rope, and hops up, leaning back against
the ropes.]

[The Emperor's Song blasts over the PA System as gong sounds go off,
and suddenly the lights flash green and gold as from out of the back
runs the popular rookie sensation, The Dragon Kid! Wearing a dragon
mask over his yelling face, the man in the white wrestling tights with
green fringes running down the side bullets his way towards the ring.
The Dragon Kid throws up a tanned arm to the sky as his international
fan base clap their hands enthusiastically. Dragon Kid runs up the
stairs and moves along the ring apron, locking the top rope and leaps
over to enter inside. Dragon Kid throws up his arms and jumps as two
pinwheels lower behind him, they catch fire and start to spin flames
as DK's fans cheer!!]

HD: FROM SAPPORO, JAPAN, WEIGHING IN AT 180 POUNDS...

HERE IS ... THE DRAGON KID !!!!

[Lights go out as a voice splits the darkness.]

VOICE:  Alright......You know what time it is!

HD: Standing in at six fet four inches ... weighing in at two hundred
fifty two pounds ... From St. Louis, MO ...

HERE IS .... 'SUGAR' SHAYNE GRISSOM !!!!

[Limp Bizkit's "Rollin'" begins to blare on the PA system as fireworks
and cannons explode around the entrance area. Out steps "Sugar" Shayne
Grissom decked out in a shining vest and his wrestling tights are
solid purple, with '"cut" holes in them that have black, see-through
material in them. HIs black hair pulled back in a tail and sunglasses
firmly on his head he poses for the crowd as a giant, purple "Sugar"
flashes ont he big screen above him. The crowd explodes in cheers as
he runs down the aisle and slaps high fives with fanes all the way
down to the ring. Grissom reaches center ring and strikes a pose to
show off his muscles as the chorus echoes with cannons firing from the
ring posts.]

Song:      #ROLLIN', ROLLIN', ROLLIN'#



Song:      #ROLLIN', ROLLIN', ROLLIN'#



Song:      #ROLLIN', ROLLIN', ROLLIN'#


[The music dies down as Grissom remove shis glasses and vest to
prepare for the match as the fans begin chanting "Sugar!" over and
over. Grissom shakes the hand of OmniFly and respectfully bows to
Dragon Kid, who returns the favor as the fans cheer his
sportsmanship!]

HD: Making his way to ringside...

[Cue "Tortures of the Damned" by Bayside.]

HD: ...hailing from Los Angeles, California.

[The crowd cheers.]

HD: Standing 6'1" and weighing in at 255 pounds...

HERE IS ... JAIDEN ANDREWS !!!!

[The curtains are tossed to the side, and emerging from the back is
Jaiden Andrews, who stands at the entrance with his hair masking his
eyes. He then looks up, raising a hand to move the hair from his face,
then sizes up the cheering crowd. Raising an arm into the air, he
makes his way to ringside, slapping hands with the fans as he does
so... though his gaze fixates on the ring. Getting to ringside,
Andrews slides underneath the bottom rope, then immediately gets to
his feet. Walking to each of the turnbuckles, Andrews climbs them and
raises his arms into the air, the fans cheering and taking pictures.
As he descends the last turnbuckle, he makes his way to his corner,
taking off the t-shirt and tossing it backwards into the crowd.
Andrews then looks down, beginning to take deep breaths and preparing
a strategy for his upcoming match.]

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

HD: Standing in at six feet two inches ... weighing in at two hundred
thirty five pounds ... From Stoughton, MA

HERE IS ... LARRY GIONET !!!!

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

[Mini Strobe lights rotating between blue and red flash up the
scaffolding, circling in the dark chaos of the darkened archway
illuminating the figure of a man standing in the darkness. The lights
begin flashing near the rampway off and on surrounding now the visible
figure of Larry Gionet before fading out again. Larry Gionet steps up
out onto the stage as loud fireworks shoot up in stereo bursts from
either side of the stage!  He looks across the sea of fans as a chorus
of boos resonate throughout the arena.]

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

[Larry Gionet slowly walks to the ring as the boos become louder. He
wears his red and black half long tights with his name in red slash
lettering, black kneepads and black boots.  Without hesitation, he
just shrugs off the noise heard from the crowd.  With a menacing look
on his face, he stops at ringside and raises a head to stare at the
crowd with a deep stare taking in a very deep breath.  The fans become
a blur as he turns towards the ring]

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

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

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

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

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

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

# Please allow me to introduce myself,
# I'm a man of wealth and taste...

HD: Standing in at five feet ten inches ... weighing in at two hundred
fifteen pounds ... From Miami, FL by way of Allentown, PA

HERE IS ... 'SHOWTIME' RICK MARLEY!!!

[The arena lights dim as "Sympathy for the Devil" by The Rolling
Stones begins to play over the PA system.  After a moment, "Showtime"
Rick Marley emerges from the back to a chorus of boos.  The dark
haired wrestler is wearing dark long legged trunks with the word
"Showtime" stenciled across the butt and with blue-ish white spotlight
streaks up the legs, along with a black WMI t shirt. He walks
unhurriedly down towards the ring, ignoring the boos, insults and
threats from those in attendance until he is about 15 feet from the
ring, at which point he sprints the distance, sliding under the bottom
rope, striding across the squared circle to climb to the second rope
in front of the announcer's table, where he raises both hands to the
crowd...]

CL: Nine men are in the ring and Rick Marley is walking towards the
time keeper and grabbing a chair?

FH: Like there aren't going to be enough of those god forsaken things
in this match! He has to go and get one before the bell.

[Marley opens the chair and places it in front of the announcers
table. He looks at Fred and Chip and just smirks as he walks towards
the guardrail and reaches over and grabs a drink from the hands of a
small fan. As he walks back to the chair eight men glare intently at
Outlaw as the surround him in a circle.]

FH: This is starting to look a western the way that everyone is
circling around Outlaw.

CL: ON the last Heatwave Outlaw decided to target all the Called Shot
participants ...

FH: And right now it looks like they are targeting him!



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 CL: And eight men rush directly at Outlaw!

[Omnifly is the first one there as he begins to rain right hands into
the forehead of Outlaw. Outlaw staggers back into the ropes where
Omnifly grabs him by the arm and whips him to the far side ropes. As
Outlaw rebounds off of the ropes he is caught by Eric Williams with a
Drop Toe Hold and Larry Gionet follows up with an elbow to the small
of the back. Gibson Hayes stomps on the back of Outlaw's head before
pulling him up and whipping directly into a Mafia by Livestock. Outlaw
hits the ring with a thump and quickly rolls to the outside where Rick
Marley is sitting in his chair laughing at Outlaw. In a huff Outlaw
tosses a chair into the ring.]

CL: Outlaw rolls to the outside to collect his bearings ...

[The seven remaining men in the ring begin to fire away at one another
in a mess of bodies and arms flailing everywhere. Grissom and Gionet
literally back into each other while in the battle and turn to see
each other.  Larry immediately smiles and takes a swing, beginning a
quick-paced punch-for-punch brawl. The two men trade seven rights
apiece before Grissom ducks a right from Larry and takes him to the
mat with a leg takedown. Shayne then takes Larry by the legs and
monkey-flips him toward the corner where Dragon Kid stands with the
chair that Outlaw threw into the ring. Dragon Kid leaps with a
Dropkick driving the chair into the face of Gionet.Dragon Kid looks at
Grissom and nods. The two men shake hands quickly as the fans erupt!
On the outside Outlaw looks over at Fred for a moment and then makes
his way to the announce table. Outlaw begins to scream at Fred, Hey
not Preston! My name is Outlaw not THE Outlaw ... you better get it
right! Fred looks perplexed for a moment at Chip as Outlaw begins to
grab a table and walks towards the aisle way with it. Outlaw sets up
the table and reaches under the ring grabbing another table as inside
the ring Dragon Kid is whipped to the far side rope by Omnifly. Before
Dragon Kid hits the ropes he is flattened with a stiff clothesline
from Livestock. Omnifly turns his attention towards Larry Gionet
pulling him to his feet and rocks him back a step with a right hand.
Omnifly pushes Gionet to the ropes and is joined by Williams, both men
double whip Gionet hard into the far side corner. Williams grabs
Omnifly and whips him at Gionet. Gionet side steps the charging
Omnifly and as he does so he rushes forward towards Williams. Williams
ducks the clothesline and Gionet catches Hayes unaware. Williams spins
around catching Gionet in the jaw with a right hand.]

FH: Umm why did Outlaw tell me his name Chip?

CL: Cause Preston's hobby was to screw it up.

FH: Oh ... well it's mayhem in the ring Chip. When I was a wrestler a
federation would never have a spectacle like this and try to pass it
off as a match.

CL: Well Fred, it's not 1960 anymore.

[On the outside Outlaw continues to move around tables as he now has
two stacked in the entrance way, as well as one set up between the
apron and guardrail and on the other side of the ring he has a ladder
set up laying across the apron and guardrail as well. Outlaw grabs a
ladder and slips in it into the ring under the bottom rope. Grissom is
whipped into the ropes near Outlaw and he grabs him by the foot
tripping him. Outlaw pulls Grissom out of the ring and drives him hard
into the ring apron ribs first. Outlaw slides the ladder into the
ring.]

FH: Doesn't he know that it would be better to climb the ladder when
there is no one else in the ring? What the hell is he doing?

[Outlaw has lifted the ladder over his head and placed his head
between two of the rungs. He takes a step forward and begins to spin
around.]

"____CRRRACCCKKK____"

"____CRRRACCCKKK____"

"____CRRRACCCKKK____"

"____CRRRACCCKKK____"

CL: GOOD LORD! OUTLAW HAS LEVELED GIONET, HAYES, OMNIFLY AND ERIC
WILLIAMS WITH THE LADDER!

FH: And here I was thinking that he couldn't get any dizzier!

CL: Outlaw just gave the ladder and Airplane Spin and in doing so
helped to knock down four of his opponents!

FH: Too bad he couldn't have knocked out Shayne Grissom.

CL: Why is that?

FH: Anyone who calls themselves Suga needs to be knocked out. I mean
come on the word is spelt S-U-G-A-R!

[Outlaw comes to a stop and removes the ladder from over his head. As
he does so he staggers a few steps before falling face first into the
ladder. Jaiden Andrews laughs as he slides to the outside grabbing a
chair. Marley continues to sit on the outside just watching the
action. Larry Gionet has rolled to the outside and is catching his
breath, Gibson Hayes has rolled underneath the ring rope where he
looks like he has just been shot, Omnifly and Williams both are
grabbing the bottom ropes trying to pull themselves to their feet.]

CL: We're not even five minutes into this match and bodies are all
over the ring! Larry Gionet is sliding back into the ring and Dragon
Kid meets him with a series of stiff stomps to the head!

FH: Do you think he is wearing a mask cause he was burned with acid?

CL: What?!?

FH: Just asking Chip ...

CL: Anyways,  Dragon Kid has Gionet and whips him the far side rope!

[As Gionet rebounds Livestock catches him and drives him to the mat
with a vicious Bulldog. Livestock is quickly to his feet and rushes
forward catching Omnifly hard in the jaw with a running knee and sends
him crashing hard to the floor. Outlaw begins to get to his feet
slowly as Andrews has the chair in hand and just crushes Outlaw in the
skull with the steel chair!]

"____SSSMMMMAAASSSSHHH____"

CL: OUTLAW IS DOWN!

FH: And Andrews is using commonsense as he grabs Outlaw and tosses him
to the floor!

[Andrews turns around to fire a chair shot into the skull of Livestock
but Grissom catches him with a boot to the midsection causing Andrews
to drop the chair and double over. Grissom quickly locks in a front
chancery and drills Andrews hard into the mat with a DDT. Grissom to
his feet and sets up the chair between the fallen body of Andrews and
the ring ropes. Grissom rushes to the far side ropes rebounds off,
hops over Andrews, leaps onto the chair and onto the top rope ...]

*OUCH POP*

CL: GIBSON HAYES JUST SHOVED SHAYNE GRISSOM OFF OF THE TOP ROPE ONTO
THE GUARDRAIL!

FH: Head's up move by a classic wrestler there! That goof Grissom was
looking to be sweet like sugar but instead he wound up burnt!

CL: Marley is still sitting on the outside and collapsed on the floor
are Omnifly, Shayne Grissom and Outlaw. Omnifly appears to be leaning
up against the apron.

FH: Which still leaves a mess load of bodies in the ring.

[Six men Livestock, Williams, Hayes, Dragon Kid, Gionet are still on
their feet as Jaiden Andrews lays on his back after the DDT. Gionet
grabs the ladder as Livestock has grabbed Williams and tossed him into
the corner. Livestock is unloading rights and lefts but Williams is
doing a decent job of covering up as Gionet leans the ladder up
against the turnbuckles. Dragon Kid attempts to catch Gibson Hayes
with a Roundhouse Kick but Hayes steps back and quickly turns around
catching Gionet in the jaw with a Back Hand Slap. Gionet looks at
Hayes and winds up for a haymaker but Hayes pulls Dragon Kid in the
way and Dragon Kid is rocked by a devastating right hand from Gionet.]

CL: Grissom is sliding back into the ring as is Outlaw ...

[Outlaw is cut off though as Omnifly grabs Outlaw by the leg and pulls
him back to the floor. Omnifly whips Outlaw towards Rick Marley who
quickly stands as Outlaw tips over the chair!]

FH: Just a bit of inside information for the fans here tonight. Outlaw
was a hurdler in the Olympics before ...

CL: Wait you're telling me Outlaw was an Olympian?

FH: Yes he was Special Olympian, as you can tell his talent was
running straight through the huddles much like he did with that chair!

CL: ...

"___THHHWAAAAP____"

CL: Omnifly is suddenly limping on the outside.

FH: If I didn't know better I would say a gnome underneath the ring
apron just hit him ...

[Omnifly limps towards Outlaw and grabs him pulling him to his feet
and slaps him across the face as Marley just yells encouragement to
him. Without warning Larry Gionet comes crashing through the ropes and
crashes onto Outlaw and Omnifly. Inside the ring Dragon Kid has
grabbed the top rope and springboards over.]

CL: PLANCHA! And Dragon Kid just takes out Gionet, Outlaw and Omnifly!

[Marley wanting nothing to do with the carnage around him grabs Gionet
and quickly tosses him into the ring. Gionet is quickly to his feet
and steps back into Gibson Hayes. Gionet turns around as does Hayes,
Hayes is quicker though as he jabs his thumb into the eye of Gionet
and whips him hard into the ladder that Gionet had set up earlier.]

"_____THHHUUUDDDD____"

CL: Gionet hard into the ladder and Hayes is not taking advantage he
is sliding under the ropes ...

FH: And getting another ladder!

[Hayes lifts the ladder onto the ring apron and as he begins to push
it into the ring Andrews rushes forward and slides catching the ladder
with his boots and slamming it into the face of Gibson Hayes. Hayes
slams back hard into the guardrail. Andrews stands to his feet and
Shayne Grissom is there, grabbing his arm and attempts to whip him
hard into the corner. Andrews though is able to put on the breaks and
reverses the Irish Whip, Grissom gets whipped into the corner, but he
jumps to the second turnbuckle and leaps back at Andrews.  Andrews
reacts to try and catch him, but Grissom ends up grabbing Andrews'
neck and whirling him down in a tornado DDT hard onto the mat! Grissom
looks around and sees on the outside Dragon Kid and Outlaw brawling.
Outlaw gains the upper hand and slams Dragon Kid hard onto the
concrete floor. Outlaw reaches under the ring apron and begins to pull
out a table. As he begins to set it up he drops down to one knee.]

CL: Outlaw loses his balance on the floor?!?!

FH: He's not that special Chip, I think something came out from under
the ring and whacked him in the back of the knee. He doesn't seem to
care though as he is once again setting up the table ...

CL: And Rick Marley is helping him.

[Livestock smirks as he watches Outlaw lose his footing on the
outside. He quickly turns his attention to Shayne Grissom and spins
him around, cutting him off from making it to the ladder laying on the
mat. Livestock whips Grissom into the corner and charges in after him
catching Grissom with a vicious clothesline. Livestock fires off three
right hands and sets back as if he is measuring Grissom, he rushes
forward but misses the back elbow as Grissom drops down and rolls
under the bottom rope.  He then reaches and grabs Livestock's ankles,
pulling the Livestock to the mat with his legs on each side of the
ring post.  He looks for approval ...]

*FACE POP*

[Grissom proceeds to yank back and rack Livestock hard into the ring
post. The crowd goes nuts as Grissom holds up one arm in triumph!
Meanwhile Gionet has staggered off of the ladder and has pulled Jaiden
Andrews to his feet. Andrew though quickly fires an European Uppercut
staggering Larry Gionet. Andrews quickly rushes forward catching
Gionet with a clothesline leveling him to the mat. Andrews grabs the
ladder and lifts it over his head and just drops it across Larry
Gionet.]

FH: That's a new use for the ladder!

CL: Shayne Grissom his slide into the ring again ... and misses a
leaping knee as Andrews just gets out of the way!

[Grissom lands on his feet and is caught with a vicious kick to the
leg by Jaiden Andrews. On the outside Gibson Hayes grabbed a hold of
Dragon Kid and lifts him into the air. He drops Dragon Kid leg first
onto the ladder which Outlaw set up earlier.]

FH: Gibson Hayes I want to say is looking for the Bounced Check Sling
Shot Suplex of his but the ladder is not giving him any momentum for
the slingshot.

CL: A second and a third time he drops the legs of Dragon Kid across
the metal ladder!

[Out of frustration Hayes pulls Dragon Kid into the air one more time
and just slams him hard into the ladder with a Front Lay-Out Suplex!
As Hayes turns around Eric Williams rushes forward and spears Hayes
backwards into the ladder that Dragon Kid is laying prone against.]

CL: And Williams catches Hayes off guard and just runs him right into
that ladder! Williams sliding into the ring as Omnifly and Outlaw
double suplex Rick Marley onto the floor. Marley helped Outlaw set up
a table and for his trouble he received a swift kick to the gut and
for some reason Omnifly decided to join Outlaw with the vertical
suplex.

FH: And that didn't help Omnifly either as Outlaw whips him hard into
the ring apron. Outlaw shoves Marley onto the table and he is now
pulling Omnifly up onto the apron!

CL: Williams is in the ring setting up the ladder under the briefcase!

FH: As he does that Andrews and Grissom are exchanging blows on the
other side of the ring .. .and Livestock is once again getting to his
feet ... wait Livestock is sliding to the floor and good god another
table!

CL: Livestock tossing that table into the ring and Williams has the
chair in hand!

"____TTTHHHHUUUUDDDD____"

FH: Have a seat Jaiden Andrews!

CL: Eric Williams just wrapped that chair around the head of Andrews
like it was a necklace!

FH: Chip, Outlaw has Omnifly and he is leaping off of the apron!

[Marley rolls off of the table a few moments before Outlaw drives
Omnifly through the table with his version of The RKO.]

CL: [BLEEP]CUTTER! OMNIFLY AND OUTLAW CRASH THROUGH THE TABLE!

FH: And Grissom tried to catch Williams with the Sugar Shock .. that
sounds like a cereal .. but Williams was able to toss Grissom into the
ropes and delivered one of the stiffest looking German Suplexes I have
ever seen. Grissom is on the mat like an accordion! Williams just
became my new favorite wrestler in the PVW. Look at Williams just
drives the heel of his boots hard into the ribs of Grissom.

CL: Grissom has taken a lot of punishment to those ribs so far this
match!

FH: He deserves it!

CL: Why?

FH: Cause I just don't like him!

[Livestock finishes setting up the table in the ring behind the ladder
which Williams set up earlier and him and Williams grab Grissom and
place him upon the table. Williams grabs the legs of Grissom holding
him on the table as Livestock climbs half way up the ladder and turns.
He leaps ..]

"____CCRRRAAAASSHHH____"

CL: LEG DROP THROUGH THE TABLE!

FH: And Williams taking full advantage as he just boots Livestock hard
in the jaw!

[Livestock glares at Williams and fires off a wild right hand
staggering Williams back. Livestock back to his feet and shoulder
tackles Williams to the mat. He mounts Williams and just begins to
rain rights and lefts down upon Williams. Williams tries to cover up
but is really ineffective as the larger Livestock continues his
assault. Livestock reaches behind him and grabs a piece of the table!]

FH: A piece of table to the face of Eric Williams! Williams is down
and Livestock is looking towards the ladder!

[On the outside Marley has dragged Outlaw to his feet.]

CL: Marley has Outlaw up and reaches into his boots ... HANDCUFFS!
RICK MARLEY HAS JUST HANDCUFFED OUTLAW TO THE BOTTOM ROPE!

[As Marley moves back towards Omnifly a figure slides out from under
the ring with a pipe in hand ...]

CL: THE GUTCH! THE GUTCH WAS UNDER THE RING!

FH: I told you it wasn't a gnome!

[The Gutch swings the pipe at Marley's head but Marley ducks under it
and catches Gutch with a boot to the gut. The Gutch though quickly
stands up and blocks the right hand from Marley, as the two men battle
on the outside Dragon Kid reaches under the ring where The Gutch was
and comes up holding his mask and screaming in pain.]

CL: My GOD! I think Dragon Kid was just maced!

FH: I hope that is what that liquid is dripping off of his mask!

[Livestock has slide outside the ring and is quickly by his partner's
side brawling with Marley. Gibson Hayes rushes over blind siding The
Gutch with a stiff elbow.]

CL: Marley and Livestock brawling as are The Gutch and Gibson Hayes! A
fan has poured water over the mask of the Dragon Kid and it looks like
a second fan is trying to help him get the mace out of his eyes as the
medical staff is rushing down to ring side.

FH: Not only that here comes security!

CL: Wait a minute! In the ring is Zeke Craven! And he is attempting to
climb the ladder!

FH: What the hell is going on here! I thought only one of the ten men
in this match could climb the ladder for the Called Shot!

[As Zeke Craven begins to very slowly climb the ladder, Omnifly slides
into the ring and grabs him by the back of his shirt. He looks up at
Zeke who looks down at him. Omnifly pulls Zeke down and he crashes
onto his butt in the ring. Omnifly glares at Zeke who slides under the
bottom rope as security continues to separate The Gutch from Marley
and Hayes. Omnifly quickly climbs the ladder but Eric Williams is to
his feet and climbs up behind him, catching Omnifly with a stiff elbow
to the back. Omnifly stops climbing and Williams reaches up grabbing
Omnifly with an inverted front chancery ...]

CL: INVERTED DDT! Williams drove Omnifly to the mat and he is up to
his once again climbing towards the clipboard.

[As the crowd cheers Williams on Livestock slides into the ring and
just rushes head long into the ladder knocking it out from underneath
Williams. Eric Williams tumbles from the ladder landing stomach first
across the top rope. Livestock grabs Williams off of the ropes and
presses him high into the air ...]

"____CCRRRRAAASSSSHHHH____"

CL: WILLIAMS PRESS SLAMMED THROUGH THE TABLE OUTSIDE THE RING!

FH: Williams can thank Outlaw for that who is still handcuffed to the
bottom rope.

CL: Livestock making his way up the ladder!

[AS Livestock approaches the top of the ladder Marley charges the back
side, hitting the ladder at a run.]

FH: Marley making his way up that ladder like a cat!

CL: And well he should he sat outside the ring most of the match!

[Marley does a front dive OVER the top of the ladder, catching
Livestock's legs on the way down and hitting a modified powerbomb to
the canvas below.]

FH: POWERBOMB FROM THE LADDER TO THE MAT!

CL: Livestock is down and Marley looks shaken as he slowly gets to his
feet.

FH: I'm lost Chip! Who's still alive in this match!

CL: Outlaw is handcuffed to the bottom rope, Williams down on the
outside, the medical staff is dealing with Dragon Kid at ringside,
Omnifly and Livestock are down in the ring. Marley is getting to his
feet, as Andrews seems to be struggling getting to his feet on the
outside. Gibson Hayes, Larry Gionet and Shayne Grissom are all sliding
into the ring.

[Gionet rushes at Marley who is quick to fire off his Casting Call
Superkick, but Gionet ducks it catching Marley in the gut with a knee.
Gionet quickly grabs Marley and lifts him into the air with a
Powerbomb, Grissom though Chop Blocks Gionet sending him crashing
backwards. Marley takes advantage by unloading rights and lefts into
the face of Gionet. Hayes grabs Grissom locking him in a front
chancery and powers him into the air ...]

FH: Hayes with a beautiful Delayed Vertical Brain Buster Suplex! You
might not know this Chip but that move looked a lot like the Purple
Poison! Tyrone Hayes' old move!

[Hayes looks towards the ladder and begins to make his way up it.
Marley finishes throwing a hard right hand into the jaw of Gionet and
sees Hayes climbing the ladder. Marley gets to his feet and begins to
climb up the other side of the ladder. On the outside Outlaw has
reached into his boot and pulls out a key and begins to undo the
handcuffs.]

FH: Well I'll be damned! He's not fully stupid! He had a universal key
in his boots and he is sliding into the ring going after Marley!

[Marley slams the head of Hayes into the top of ladder as Outlaw just
pulls Marley to the mat forcibly by both legs! He slams the head of
Marley into ladder causing it to sway back and forth as Hayes reaches
for the clipboard.]

FH: If Outlaw would stop slamming Marley's head into the Hayes could
end this match as he is a few inches from the clipboard!

[Jaiden Andrews is to his feet and springboards onto the top rope ...]

CL: SPRINGBOARD DROP KICK INTO THE LADDER! HAYES TUMBLES TO THE MAT!

FH: DAMN! HE DIDN'T PULL THAT CLIPBOARD DOWN WITH HIM!

[Outlaw whips Marley into the ropes, Marley grabs the top rope
stopping himself and smirking at Outlaw, Livestock though catches
Marley from the side with a clubbing elbow that sends him crashing to
the floor! Livestock turns and is met with a spear from Omnifly as
Outlaw is pulling the ladder up and slams it hard into the side of
Gibson Hayes.]

CL: This match has been absolutely insane! We have bodies everywhere!

FH: This isn't wrestling Chip! This is just a train wreck! Back in my
day this sort of ...

CL: Fred we don't have time for old war stories as the action just
continues!

* FACE POP*

[A batter and bruised Outlaw slowly begins to climb ladder. As he does
so the crowd boos feverishly as the Made Men begin to make their way
aisle way.]

FH: I told you the crowd hates the special Olympian!

[PVW security swarms the Made Men not allowing them to continue their
march to the ring. Suddenly The Mercenary, with the Haliburton in
hand, leaps over the guard rail and the arena is full of deafen boos.
He slides upon the ropes ...]

FH: Widow Makers Inc has arrived!

CL: Damn!

"___SMMMMAAACCCCKKKK___"

CL: And The Mercenary just slammed that Haliburton into the back of
Outlaw. And now The Mercenary is pulling Outlaw off of the ladder!

[The Mercenary spins Outlaw around and clasps his right hand around
the neck of Outlaw. Mercenary begins to push Outlaw towards the ropes,
where the ladder is still stretched out across the guardrail and ring
apron. Livestock has once again slid into the ring and is setting up a
table near the corner.]

"___THHHWAAAAAP___"

CL: MY GOD! OUTLAW WAS JUST CHOKESLAMMED ONTO THAT LADDER!

FH: Chip that ladder folded in half around Outlaw! I'm not sure that
he is going to be able to recover from that!

[Outlaw lays motionless on the ladder on the outside as The Mercenary
once again slides under the ropes and begins to exit through the
crowd. As he does so the Made Men smirk and begin to walk up the aisle
way away from the ring. Gibson Hayes is using the ring ropes to him
get back onto his feet as Livestock looks towards the ladder. Hayes
spins him around and connects with a right hand that staggers
Livestock. Hayes goes for another haymaker but Livestock ducks the
haymaker catching Hayes with a quick boot to the midsection. Hayes
doubles over and Livestock drives an uppercut driving him towards the
corner.]

FH: Widows Makers Inc has done their jobs!

CL: Damn them! The Widows Makers may have just ended Outlaw's dream of
the Called Shot but we still have action in the ring!

FH: We sure do Chip. Livestock lifting Gibson Hayes into the air,
looks like he is going for an atomic drop.

[Livestock though places Hayes onto the top turnbuckle so that he is
facing out towards the crowd. Livestock drives an elbow into the back
of Hayes and adjusts the table so that it is closer to the corner.
Livestock climbs to the top turnbuckle so that he is standing behind
Hayes on the top rope. Livestock hooks his legs around the top and
middle ropes; he grabs Hayes by the waist and powers him overhead with
a Release German Suplex ...]

"____CRRRRAAAASSSHHHH____"

CL: SPIDER SUPLEX THROUGH THE TABLE!

FH: Livestock avoided going through the table by perching himself to
the top rope ...

CL: Jaiden Andrews has gotten to his feet and is on the far side
turnbuckle with a chair in hand!

[Andrews leaps forward placing the chair in front of his feet.]

"____CRRRRAAAACCCCKKK____"

CL: COAST TO COAST DROPKICK WITH A CHAIR IN HAND!

FH: Livestock just had has head caved in with that chair and Jaiden is
getting to his feet.

* FACE POP *

CL: SUGAR SHOCK! I have no idea where Grissom came from but he just
decapitated Andrews with that Ace Crusher! Grissom pulls Andrews up
and tosses him over the top rope to the floor!

[As Grissom thrusts his arms into the air on the far side of the ring
Rick Marley has tossed two chairs into the ring and is setting them
up. Larry Gionet has slide back into the ring and spears Grissom to
the mat with a Double Leg Takedown.]

FH: Gionet is just brawling with Grissom on the mat and Omnifly has
returned to the ring!

CL: We haven't seen him in a long time Fred, I seriously thought
something was wrong with him.

FH: I think he was hiding under the ring!

[Omnifly quickly looks at the damage in the ring and with a sudden
rush of acceleration he begins the ascent up the ladder.]

* MIXED POP *

FH: Omnifly making his way up the ladder and Marley has turned his
attention to the ladder!

[Rick Marley quickly begins ascend the other side of the ladder.
Omnifly is waiting and unloads a right hand into the forehead of
Marley. Marley rocks back a few inches and Omnifly fires a second
right rocking Marley back again. Omnifly smirks and goes for another
right but Marley blocks it and fires a left hand into the jaw of
Omnifly. Gionet pulls Grissom to his feet; Grissom though quickly
ducks under the lock up attempt, spinning behind Gionet and locking on
a waist lock, Grissom powers Gionet over for a Released German Suplex
...]

CL: Omnifly is rocked but Marley nearly lost his balance there on the
ladder! Gionet lands on his feet from that attempted Released German
Suplex!

FH: Greco Roman Thumb to the Eye! Omnifly is blinded and Marley is
reaching into his left elbow pad!

CL: Salt! Salt to the eyes of Omnifly!

[Marley quickly reaches out, catching the blinded Omnifly and slaps on
a front facelock...he spins and jumps, hitting the Twist of Fate off
of the top of the ladder.]

CL: LIMELIGHT OFF OF THE LADDER! Omnifly is out!

[Gionet attempts to grab Grissom with a sleeper hold but Grissom
catches him with an elbow to the jaw. Grissom rushes forward to the
near side ropes and catches Gionet with a lariat leveling Grissom to
the mat.]

CL: Grissom may have caught the back of his head on a piece of that
table that Livestock put Hayes but it's hard to tell.

FH: Livestock is still out after that Dropkick Chair combination from
Jaiden Andrews, who is out on the outside!

CL: Hayes has rolling to the side of the ring and Williams is down on
the other side of the ring as well.

FH: It's been complete carnage here at End Games and the night is just
getting started!

CL: Dragon Kid is climbing the apron ...

FH: I'm stunned he can finally see after being sprayed by Zeke Craven
with mace earlier in the match.

[Rick Marley slowly gets to his feet as Dragon Kid springboards onto
the top rope and launches himself towards Marley with a Hurricanrana.]

FH: Marley catches Dragon Kid! And is holding him ...

"____THHHHUUUUDDDD____"

CL: MARLEY POWERBOMBED DRAGON KID THROUGH THE TWO CHAIRS HE HAD SET UP
EARLIER!

FH: And I thought he was going to use them to relax again.

CL: I think Rick Marley is at the point that he is out to win the
match Fred.

FH: About time. He could have done that like twenty minutes ago so
that I could be calling a wrestling match instead of this train wreck!

CL: And Larry Gionet is making his way up the ladder!

[As the crowd begins to roar Rick Marley turns and sees Larry Gionet
making his way up the ladder. Shayne Grissom is also getting back to
his feet and Gibson Hayes can be seen stirring under the ring ropes.
Marley makes his way up the other side of the ladder and the crowd
erupts as Gionet and Marley begin trading bombs on the top of the
ladder. The ladder slowly rocks side to side as the two men fight for
all the are worth on the ladder. Grissom grabs one of the ladders that
Dragon Kid was sent crashing through as Marley slams a right into
Gionet's jaw. Marley grabs Gionet by the head and smashes his head
right onto the top of the ladder. Gionet nearly loses his balance but
hangs onto the ladder with his left hand.]

"____SMMMAAAACCCKKK____"

CL: STEEL CHAIR TO THE BACK OF MARLEY!

FH: And they call this a wrestling match!

CL: MARLEY IS FALLING!

[Rick Marley falls back but his right leg gets caught in between two
rungs of the ladder and he hangs upside down on the ladder as Grissom
just drives the ladder into his stomach. Marley winces in pain as
Grissom pulls him free from the ladder. Marley lands in a heap as
Grissom climbs the ladder, Gionet has regained his balance and his
grabbing for the clipboard.]

CL: And Gionet is just a mere inch away from winning the Called Shot!

FH: He was a mere inch! Grissom just catches him with a staggering
left that rocks Gionet. Grissom reaching for the clipboard!

CL: And Gionet drills him with a right!

[The two men trade right after right as Gibson Hayes gets to his feet
and makes his way towards the ladder.]

CL: Both men are teetering on the ladder

* GASPING POP *

FH: GIBSON RED HAYES IS PUSHING THE LADDER!

[Both Grissom and Gionet look towards the direction that they are
falling and their eyes widen as they see the double stack of tables
...]

"____CRRRAAAACCCCCKKKK____"

"____CRRRAAAACCCCCKKKK____"


FH: OH MY GOD!

CL: Grissom and Gionet went off of the ladder over the top rope to the
floor!

FH: THEY WENT THROUGH TWO TABLES!

[Shayne Grissom and Larry Gionet lay in a heap on the floor covered
with broken table all around and over them. Gibson Hayes looks over
the top rope at the bodies of Grissom and Gionet and just nods his
head for a brief moment before grabbing the ladder and once again
setting it up under the clipboard. Dragon Kid grabs Hayes by the leg
but receives a stiff boot to the skull for his efforts. This moment of
hesitation though allows Omnifly to once again get back to his feet.
Hayes begins to climb the ladder but Omnifly grabs him spinning him
around and connect with a boot to the midsection. Omnifly double under
hooks both arms; as Omnifly hooks the arms Rick Marley gets to his
feet and Livestock begins to shake his head as Jaiden Andrews reaches
up grabbing the ring apron ...]

CL: Eagle Claw! The Eagle Claw DDT on Gibson Hayes!

FH: Hayes is down! Livestock and Andrews both moving, Marley to his
feet, Dragon Kid rolling around like a fish out of water holding his
head!

[As Omnifly turns towards the ladder ...]

CL: CASTING CALL! Marley with his Super Kick sending Omnifly to the
mat!

FH: Marley climbing that ladder one more time!

[Jaiden Andrews and Eric Williams both slide under the bottom rope
into the ring. Williams still visibly shaken after falling from the
ladder to the floor, but he slowly gets to his feet. He looks at
Andrews who is to his feet and then looks towards the ladder where
Rick Marley is reaching for the clipboard! Andrews grabs a nearby
chunk of table.]

CL: Marley has the clipboard in hand but he staggers!

FH: Of course he staggers! Jaiden Andrews just threw a piece of the
table at him!

[Andrews attempts to climb the ladder behind Marley but is met with a
stiff kick by Rick Marley. Marley again fires a boot into the skull of
Andrews who staggers back a few steps. Andrews reaches and catches the
leg of Marley and tries to pull him down but Marley is able to wrench
his leg free.]

FH: Marley holding onto the ladder like it's the mother of his child!

CL: Ummm .... Livestock is up and he spins Andrews around!

[A quick boot to the gut and Jaiden Andrews is lifted into the air
with a Powerbomb motion.]

CL: HANGMAN'S GAMBIT! Livestock lifted Andrews up with that Powerbomb
and fell backwards hotshotting the throat of Andrews across the top
rope.

[Marley looks towards the clipboard and then looks down at Livestock,
who is once again getting to his feet. Hayes also getting to his feet
as is Eric Williams. Hayes pulls Williams to his feet and whips him
hard into Livestock who catches him and drives him to the mat with a
vicious Powerslam. Livestock quickly to his feet ...]

FH: Discus Punch! Hayes with the Discus Punch to the face of
Livestock.

[An angered look appears across the face of Livestock and he grabs
Hayes and whips him into the corner. Marley looks down and smirks and
once again reaches for the clipboard.]

FH: Hayes learning the hard way that you don't hit the face of
Livestock as Livestock is just assaulting him in the corner with
rights, left and now stomps to the chest!

CL: Livestock isn't paying attention as Marley is reaching for the
clipboard ...

FH: Livestock needs Craven there with him. He's just pummeling Hayes
but he's forgotten about the prize!

* FACE POP *

CL: DRAGON KID WITH A DROP KICK TO THE LADDER!

[The ladder begins to topple to the mat and with it Rick Marley.]

"____THHHUUUDDDDD____"

CL: The ladder is down! Marley is down!

FH: Wait Marley is holding his hand in the air ... HE HAS THE CLIP
BOARD! MARLEY HAS WON THE CALLED SHOT!

CL: The Widowmakers Inc really has power now!

FH: Damn right they do.

CL: Look at the carnage adn the chaos around us inside that ring.
These ten warriors put their bodies on the line and Rick Marley found
a way to grab that clipboard.

FH: Was there ever any doubt?

CL: Quite a few times actually.

FH: Rookie.

CL: Put one in the record books for Widowmakers Inc.  They declared
tonight was going to be their night and in the first match Rick Marley
was able to deliver.

FH: Like I said Chip there was never any doubt.

CL: While the ring crew gets this cleaned up and the officials help
these warriors to the back let's go back to the entrance area.

FH: Maybe we will find out who is coming out of that limo.

[We cut to the entrance way underneath the building where the PVW
employees would usually arrive.  "The Mega Agent" Paul Sandler is seen
standing there approaching an arriving "Paladin" Chris Hartt.  "The
Paladin" has on a pair on blue jeans and PVW t-shirt with his gym bag
slung over his shoulder.]

Paul Sandler: I just wanted to let you know that we are okay with your
rules. We are going to beat you on YOUR terms. How will that make you
feel when RJ Souza gets the best of you.

Chris Hartt: He can try and I'm sure he'll give me a fight to
remember, but I know deep down that I am the best athlete around.
This title proves it and my record, especially against your "client",
proves it!

Paul Sandler: RJ wanted me to tell you one more thing. He always knew
he was the man who carried the Union. He never needed a belt to let
_everyone_ know that. When he wins tonight...the belt is meaningless
to him. He will show the world that he has always been better than
you.

[With those words a smile emerges across Chris Hartt's face.]

Chris Hartt:  Better at what?  Being a self-absorbed clueless jackass,
maybe.  But a better wrestler?  No chance!  RJ can't win without a bat
to hide his poor skills.

Paul Sandler: By the way... I will be ringside. Try to deal with that.

[Two men comes from behind Hartt and attack him. They are masked, but
they are good sized guys. They throw him up against the car and knee
him in the chest, They continue to knee that chest area until security
rush to the scene and quickly breaks it up.]

Paul Sandler: RJ did say ribs, right guys? Have a great match Hartt!!

[Chris Hartt holds his rib area and he looks up with a look of sheer
hatred towards Paul Sandler as the two masked hitmen follow.]

CL: It appears Paul Sandler has recruited some help in taking Chris
Hartt out tonight.

FH: Paul Sandler is a genius.  The guy is going to lead RJ Souza to
the Rising Phoenix Heritage Title and there isn't anything Chris Hartt
can do about it.

CL: I wouldn't be so sure about that.

FH: Souza beat him the last time they were inside the ring together.

CL: By count out.

FH: As I just said he _WON_ the last time they were inside the ring
together.

[Backstage, the Tucson Kid is walking the hallways.  He's got a piece
of lumber in one hand, and he clearly possesses the look of someone
who is expecting trouble.

Tucson reaches the corner, puts his back to it, and peeks around.
Satisfied that noone's there, he advances on the nearest door.  The
door has a sign: "RESERVED: WIDOWMAKERS INC."  Very straightforwardly,
he opens the door, and runs in with the board, ready to attack anyone
he sees!

But as he suspected, the room is empty.  The members of WMI are either
out at ringside, or doing other things.  Tucson scans the room
quickly, and soon finds what he is looking for.

A gas mask.  Craven's gas mask.

Smiling, he picks it up, and heads back towards the door.  Again doing
a peek-check before exiting the room, Tucson darts out quickly.]

FH: The Tucson Kid is going to die!

CL: He knew with Marley celebrating it would be an open invitation!
He just got a hold of that GAS MASK that belongs to William Craven!

FH: He signed his death wish and The Made Men will take care of him!

CL: It's time to go back to the ring.

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

[A slightly red-tinged light provides ambiance to the entranceway as
two figures step out, causing a large pop to ripple through the crowd.
The two men immediately make their way to the ring, the much larger of
the two pausing occasionally to slap hands with the fans.]

[The towering Semi wears makes long, easy steps towards the ring,
wearing clean black jeans, a matching black tank covered by a tabard-
cut PVW shirt.  His face is devoid of the usual grin, though he
manages a wry smirk at one well-merchandised child along the aisle.]

[On the other side, the Stalker stares intently towards the ring
through his Tears of Blood mask.  Plain black boots and tights tuck
beneath a tattered Royal Family T-shirt: Paul Styles, Jonathan
Monarch, and V.I.P.]

[The mismatched pair walk slowly down the aisle, Semi slapping hands
with fans near the aisle.  Stalker's masked gaze remains fixated on
the ring.]


HD: Introducing first weighing in at a combined weight of five hundred
and seventy five pounds ...


Semi and Stalker ...


Here is ...


Urban Legend !!!


[As the two roll into the ring, Semi raises both fists in the air,
greeting the crowd.   Stalker stands at the edge of the ring,
staring.]

CL: Urban Legend has been a roll here with their share of victories
against the Prophets of Rage.  Can they win the war and pick up that
coveted Tag Team Title shot?

FH: Not likely..

[We are backstage at the Anaheim Convention Centre.  The Prophets of
Rage stand before the pale blue backdrop of the PVW as they head
towards the aisle way.  Derek Rage is centre stage, dressed in his
wrestling gear.  The giant is flanked to his right by the ever
beautiful Pizzazz Elysee.  She is dressed in a beautiful black halter
gown.  Her strong muscular shoulders stand out.  Her emerald eyes glow
with pride.  To Derek's left is his inimitable brother, the energetic
Shadoe Rage.  The 6'3 wild man is practically turning in circles
because he is bursting with so much energy.  He turns his back to the
camera and throws out his arms, displaying his gorgeous sleeveless
gold robes.  THE ENEMY OF THE WORLD is written in fuchsia lettering
across the back.  He spins around, shaking his right arm before he
flexes and kisses the biceps.  There is a hunger in his eyes
that cannot be denied.  He turns in another circle and as he faces the
camera again his hands explode apart and confetti rains down across
the platform.]

SR: It's a freak out, man!  It's a moment that should have been!  End
Games is here and the Prophets have got Urban Legend in check.  Yeah,
we do.  YEAH WE DO!  No where to run, man.  No where to hide.  Your
one note tired act is through ... TONIGHT!  Through those curtains a
capacity crowd awaits.  They are calling for blood.  Because they know
... they know ... this is going to be an epic!  This is the match they
all want to see.  The end for Urban Legend.  One note comedy act, bad
punch lines and all.  Out the door.  Say goodbye.  Say goodnight.
Because Anaheim is Rage Country and in RAGE Country we make the rules.
Rule number one.  You can't beat us, Urban Legend.  Rule Number Two:
We can always beat you!  Yeah we can.  Yes, we will.  We will always
beat you.  Tell 'em, big man!

DR: I just want to know what happened to the sport of Kings?  You two
court jesters dare think you can step into the ring against Gods?  It
will not happen.  I will not allow it to happen.  Truth of the matter
is, this is all on me.  Styles, I took you lightly and I let you sneak
a pin on me.  That cost us the World Tag Team Titles.  That cost us
the only thing that matters in this business.  So, now that we meet
again at End Games with a shot at the lame duck champions on the line
do you really think I'm going to let that opportunity slip again?  Not
a chance.

SR: The path that we took to get here has been boggling my mind!
Styles, you don't get lucky against Derek and you're nobodies.  We've
been breathing life into your careers.  Well we're hungry to correct
those mistakes.  And you're going to have to excuse us but we're going
to forget our manners out there in that ring.  Yeah, because there's
no more living off the Prophets.  There's no more of that.  No there
isn't. No there isn't.  Naw man, what's going to happen now is that we
will prove beyond a shadow of a doubt that we are the best tag-team
that the PVW has to offer.  We are the best in the world.

DR: You go out in the field and make another one of your comedy tapes.
You go out and talk about our names.  You go out and do some more of
your research.  It isn't funny.  It isn't clever.  We could have shot
a promo at a trucking company where we let the air out of the tires of
a Semi.  We could have beaten up somebody asking Pizzazz for her
autograph in the mall because they were a "Stalker."  It isn't hard to
waste time. What it is difficult to do is be great.  What it is
difficult to do is to be winners.  That's something that you are not,
Urban Legend.  See, unless there has been some stipulation, some
outside influence you haven't beaten us.  You can't beat us.  You
might get lucky one-on-one. You might fluke out a win when we don't
have a reliable partner.  But when it counts.  Tag-team versus tag-
team you don't have it.  You're not good enough.

SR: Oh yeah, let's go.  I'm getting tired talking about the hype.
It's time to walk that aisle.  Big D, Pizzazz, let's go onwards and
upwards to victory.  Everybody is real real serious in Rage Country.
Everybody is super serious, man, because we must only think about the
glory of victory.  And my mind has been pondering that glory for a
long time now. My mind has been pondering that forever.  For the glory
of Rage Country!

DR: (raising his black-gloved fist in the air) All Hail Rage Country!

SR: (raising his black-sleeved fist in the air) All Hail Rage Country!

Together: ALL HAIL RAGE COUNTRY!

[With that Derek ushers Pizzazz down the aisle.  Shadoe follows them
turning pirouettes and mouthing threats into the camera.]

HD: Their opponents ...  Accompanied to the ring by Pizzazz Elysee...
Weighing at a combined weight of five hundred and seventy three
pounds...


Shadoe Rage and Derek Rage


Here are....


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 out
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. His
partner, Derek Rage strides out from behind the curtains.  He wears a
boxer's robe with the hood up over his head.  He looks like a giant
Grim Reaper. The two are joined by Pizzazz Elysee as they head down
the ring.]

CL: These two  are all business ...

FH: And violence.

[Derek and Shadoe climb into the ring.]

CL: These two teams have been going at each other for several weeks
now, even including the third member of Urban Legend, Outlaw.  It's
been a pretty even battle up to now, with both sides claiming
victories.

FH: Urban Legend must've cheated to be able to beat the Prophets.

CL: Well, I think both teams have a certain reputation for bending the
rules.
FH: The Prophets bend, Semi and Stalker cheat.

CL [sarcasm]: Of course Fred.  Derek Rage set to start this match off,
Semi and Stalker look to be talking it over trying to figure out
who'll get the first go.







___________    ____       ________________________________________
___  __ \_ |  / /_ |     / /
__  /_/ /_ | / /__ | /| / /    Tag Team Grudge Match
_  ____/__ |/ / __ |/ |/ /  Urban Legend v. Prophets of Rage
/_/     _____/  ____/|____________________________________________



<<< DING   DING >>>


FH: It appears as though Semi will be starting things off, Shadoe Rage
pulled Stalker out of the ring when the bell rang.

[Derek quickly takes advantage of the confusion and clips Semi in the
back of the knee, knocking the big man down.]

CL: Well that wasn't very sportsmanlike.

FH: Eh, duh?

CL: The referee is holding back Stalker from climbing into the ring.
And now there's double teaming by the Prophets.

[Shadoe slides into the ring, drops an elbow on the outstretched leg
of Semi, being held by Derek.]

CL: The Prophets seem to be targeting that big leg.

[As the referee turns back to the action, Shadoe quickly gets back to
his corner, holding his arms up in mock protest.  Derek pulls Semi
away from his corner, and locks in a grapevine falling back to the
mat.]

FH: Smart strategy, Semi is a big powerhouse, and power comes from the
legs.  Take them out, and you're just a hobbling big man.

CL: That's fantastic insight.  Too bad you don't have more of it.

[Semi fights back against the submission move, kicking away at Derek
with his free leg.  Derek has no choice but to relinquish the hold and
get back to his feet.]

FH: Look at that sportsmanship.  And you said these guys didn't have
any.

CL: I think Derek didn't want to get Semi's big boot in the face.

FH: Well there's that.

[Derek grabs a hold of Semi's leg, and jams it back down, inflicting
more pain to his knee.  Grabbing the leg again, he drops a big elbow
across it.]

CL: Semi is going to need to get Stalker involved in this match.  It's
early on, but the Prophets came out with a game plan, and they've been
executing it to the fullest.

[Semi tries to crawl towards his corner, but is stopped by Derek, a
mere foot away from making the tag.  Derek lifts Semi to his feet, and
Irish whips him into the ropes.  However, Semi hobbles into them,
losing all momentum, and grabs on to steady himself.

[Derek charges in, and Semi manages to get his good foot up, hitting
Derek square in the jaw.]

CL: Looks like he got that big boot to the face anyways.

[Semi with the helps of the ropes starts to make his way across the
ring.]

CL: Derek tags in Shadoe.

[Shadoe quickly rushes towards Semi, and dropkicks him in the back of
the leg, knocking him down to his knee.]

FH: The Prophets are playing it smart.

[As Semi tries to get back up, Shadoe attacks quickly, putting Semi
back down with a Superkick.  He quickly goes for the cover hooking the
leg.]








ONE ...













TWO ...







THREE ???




*KICKOUT POP!*



CL: I think it's gonna take a lot more than that to keep Semi down.

[Shadoe back up to his feet, and climbs the turnbuckles.]

CL: Looks like Shadoe is about to fly.

FH: To fly is human ..  wait, isn't that a Will Geddings saying ?

CL: Sounds like it.

[Shadoe with a Moonsault off the top rope, but Semi manages to roll
out of the way at the last second.  He crawls towards his corner and
reaches for Stalker's outstretched hand.]

CL: Pizzazz is on the apron!  What is she doing?

[The ref turns his attention to Pizzazz, telling her to get off the
apron.  Semi manages to tag in Stalker, who hops over the top rope,
and charges into the ring.]

CL: Stalker is in, and he's going after Shadoe Rage.

FH: Hold on.  The ref didn't see the tag, and is telling Stalker to
get back out of the ring.

CL: Oh come on!  That damn Pizzazz distracting him.

[Derek climbs into the ring without a tag, and pulls Semi back away
from his corner.  He quickly gets back into his corner while the ref
is still trying to get Stalker out of the ring.

[As the ref's attention finally returns to the action, Shadoe tags in
Derek, who pounces on Semi like a rabid dog, stomping on his leg.]

CL: How is it the refs seem to miss so many legal tags?

FH: I'm thinking they get distracted too easily.

CL: Well that goes without saying.

[Derek Rage grabs Semi's by the leg, and quickly twists it around
locking in a figure four leglock.]

FH: Look at this fine display of submission wrestling by Derek Rage.

CL: I don't think I've ever seen him apply this move before.  Semi is
in some serious pain, his knee has been attacked since the beginning
of this match.

FH: Derek has it locked in near his corner.  Semi is too far from the
ropes.

[Stalker climbs into the ring making a beeline for Derek.  But the
referee stops him once again, and orders him out of the ring.  Derek
uses the opportunity to reach back to Shadoe who grabs him by the arm,
giving him extra leverage to inflict more pain on Semi.]

CL: Come on Ref!  Get in there!

[As the ref turns around, Derek quickly lets go of Shadoe's hands.]

FH: That's great teamwork by the Prophets.  You can tell they've been
doing this for a long time, they know exactly what the other is
thinking.

[The referee checks on Semi, to see if he wants to submit or not.
Semi shakes his head violently.  He starts trying to turn his body
over to reverse the hold.]

[The crowd starts clapping, and Semi is trying to feed off their
energy.]

CL: These are two of the biggest and strongest men in PVW.  I'm not
sure Semi will be able to overpower Derek to reverse the hold.

[As the two struggle against each other, Semi quickly turns the other
way, using Derek's own strength and momentum to reverse the hold.]

CL: And now Derek is feeling the pain of the figure four reversal.

FH: Of course he does the smart thing and releases the hold.

CL: Of course.

[Derek gets back to his feet and tags Shadoe back into the match.
Shadoe quickly scales the ropes, and leaps off as Semi finally regains
his footing.  Shadoe delivers a double ax handle right the back of the
seven footer, but it doesn't knock him down.]

[Shadoe with a quick leg whip, and Semi has no choice but to drop down
to the mat.  Shadoe gets back up to his feet and stomps on the knee a
couple of times for good measure.]

CL: Stalker is itching to get into this match.  And Semi is doing all
he can to try and get him in.

FH: The Prophets have done a great job of cutting the ring in half and
not letting Semi get the tag.

CL: Except for the time he did get the tag and the referee was
distracted by Pizzazz.

FH: I'm not sure I know what you're talking about.

[Shadoe climbs to the top rope, and leaps off with a huge superfly
splash.  He hooks the leg.]







ONE ...















TWO ...










THR ---




CL: SHOULDER UP!


[Crowd pop.]

CL: Semi is just not going to give up.

[Shadoe slaps the mat in frustration.  He gets back to his feet, and
lifts Semi off the mat.  Irish whip into the ropes, REVERSED by Semi.
Shadoe bounces off the ropes, CROSS BODY BLOCK.  But he's caught by
Semi.]

CL: Fallaway slam by Semi, and he absolutely launched Shadoe Rage.  I
guess that big upper body can still do some damage even with an
injured leg.

[Semi begins a desperation crawl to his corner, looking to tag in his
partner.  Shadoe gets to his feet, and moves to intercept him.  But
he's a second too late, as Semi slaps Stalker's hand.]

[The crowd goes nuts as Semi finally manages to tag in Stalker.]

CL: And the referee sees that tag.  Stalker is finally getting in the
match.

[Stalker quickly nails Shadoe with a flying forearm, knocking him down
to the mat. Running towards the ropes, he hops onto the second rope
and nails Derek on the apron with a springboard dropkick knocking him
to the ground.]

CL: Stalker has had enough of this.  He's on fire.

FH: The Prophets better have an extinguisher ready to put the fire
out.

[Stalker picks up Shadoe, and delivers a huge European uppercut that
staggers him backwards a few steps.  Scoop slam by Stalker puts him
down on the mat.]

CL: The momentum has swung the other way, as Semi climbs up onto the
second rope, and drops a fist onto Shadoe Rage's face.

FH: That'll knock the smile of anyone's face.

CL: Stalker with the cover.







ONE ...












TWO ...








.... kick out by Shadoe.]



CL: Stalker back up now, and lifts Derek off the mat.

[Stalker with and Irish whip into the ropes, reversed by Shadoe.  Back
body drop, but Stalker stops short, and takes Shadoe down with a quick
DDT.  And another quick cover.]




..............................1












..............................2








....[kick out by Shadoe.]


CL: Neither team will give up. They both know what's on the line here
tonight.  A shot at the PVW Tag team championships.

FH: Which of course is being defended by the Royal Family later this
evening.

[Stalker wastes no time, and is back up quickly.  He grabs Shadoe, and
pulls him to his feet.  He scoops him up, and drops him hard to the
mat with a Michinoku Driver.]

CL: Stalker launches himself into the ropes, bounces of them, and hits
the other side of the ring.. DO-SE-DO!  and he drops an elbow onto
Shadoe.  Stalker with the cover.


ONE ...












TWO ...








[... Derek makes the save.]


CL: And in comes Semi.

[Semi charges, as well as he can with a bum leg, and spears Derek out
of his boots.  Semi gets back to his feet, and he and Stalker lift
Shadoe off the mat.  Double Irish whip into the ropes, Shadoe bounces
off, Semi ducks down, and a big back body drop by Semi.]

FH: Come on ref!  They're cheating.

[Urban Legend turn towards Derek.  Semi with a big boot as Stalker
sweeps the leg out from under him.]

[The crowd goes wild.]

CL: Urban Legend in full control of the match now as the referee tries
to get some semblance of order.

[The referee motions to Semi to get out of the ring.  Stalker grabs
Shadoe to lift him off the mat.]

CL: What is Pizzazz doing in the ring now ?

[She sneaks up behind Stalker, drops to her knees and hits him with a
low blow.  Just as quickly she rolls out of the ring.]

FH: I'd say the momentum had just shifted.

[Once Semi gets out of the ring, the referee finally turns his
attention back to the action.  Both Shadoe and Stalker are down.  The
ref begins to count both men.]

CL: Semi didn't see what Pizzazz did, and has a look of pure
confusion.

[Shadoe gets to his feet first, and tags Derek back in.  The big man
grabs Stalker by the mask lifting him to his feet.  He whips him into
the ropes, and catches him on the rebound spins him and puts him down
with a Pendulum back breaker.  He covers.]




ONE ...












TWO ...








[... kick out by Stalker]


CL: Derek can't believe he just kicked out.

FH: Neither can I.

[Derek grabs Stalker and pulls him into a powerbomb position.  He
lifts him up and overhead tosses him into a hotshot on the top rope.]

CL: BOMBSHELL by Derek, and that's gotta be it for Stalker.

[Derek with a casual cover.]


ONE ...












TWO ...








[... Semi in with the save]


CL: And now Shadoe Rage is in the ring.   All four men now are
slugging it out, Semi matched up with Derek, and Stalker and Shadoe
ducking it out as well.

[Semi ducks under a punch, and grabs Derek by the neck,  Russian Leg
sweep takes him down to the mat. Stalker Irish whip's Shadoe into the
corner, REVERSED.   Stalker goes flying into the opposite side and
collides head to head with the referee.]

CL: The referee is down, and so is Stalker.

FH: That should be an instant disqualification.  Stalker ran into the
referee on purpose.

[Semi turns his attention to Shadoe, and limps over towards him.]

CL: We need a referee out here!

FH: We need a swat team.

[Pizzazz grabs a chair from the ringside area.]

CL: What is she doing now?  Pizzazz slides a chair into the ring for
Derek.

[Derek sneaks up behind Semi who's laying into Shadoe in the corner of
the ring, and blasts him in the back of the knee with the chair.]

CL: I think I heard a pop.  That's the knee that the Prophets had been
working over all night.

FH: I think I heard a snap.

[Semi drops down to the mat grabbing his knee.  Derek helps Shadoe up,
and the two men look over at Stalker who is still shaken up.]

CL: Oh no!  Stalker is all alone with these two men and that chair.

[Derek grabs Stalker and pulls him over towards the corner of the
ring.  He places Stalker's arm in the chair, and motions to Shadoe to
climb to the top rope.]

CL: COME ON!  Someone has to stop this.

[Shadoe leaps off the top rope and lands on the chair with a double
foot stomp.]

CL: I THINK THEY'VE JUST BROKEN STALKER'S ARM!

FH: He probably deserved it.

CL: Nobody deserves that.

[Derek grabs Stalker off the mat applying a claw to his head.]

CL: HAND OF GOD by Derek Rage as he slams Stalker back down to the
mat.  Shadoe Rage off the top rope ANGEL OF DEATH DROP!

FH: THE APOCALYPSE!

CL: And now Pizzazz gets around to helping up the referee.

[The ref slowly crawls over to where Shadoe Rage has Stalker pinned
down.]







ONE ...

















TWO ...





[Derek cuts of Semi as he tries a desperation lunge to save his
partner.]













THREE !!!


[DING DING]

CL: Prophets of Rage have won this battle, and I think they've won the
war.

[Derek, Shadoe and Pizzazz celebrate over their fallen opponents.
Derek points towards the chair motioning for Shadoe to pick it up.]


[CROWD POP!]

CL: Outlaw is out!

[Outlaw half way sprints towards the ring holding Stalker's black
baseball bat.  The tear from the Called Shot still lingers, but he
quickly slides into the ring, swinging with reckless abandon, as
the Prophets quickly exit the ring.]

FH: Look at this idiot with a bat.  It's got no place in the ring.

CL: But a chair does?

FH: When the Prophets have it.

CL: Outlaw is quickly checking on both Semi and Stalker.  The Prophets
have made it a habit in injuring their opponents when they step in the
ring with them.

FH: It's what they do.

[The Prophets make their way towards the back area, smiling and waving
bye bye to Urban Legend.]

CL: Stalker doesn't look to be in good shape.  He is holding that arm
and is scowling in pain.  Semi is hobbling on one leg.

FH: Poor Urban Legend... They messed with fire and they got burnt.

[The camera once again switches to a view of the limo that remains
parked outside of the arena. The limo driver that still stands there
answers a cell phone that he withdraws from his pocket. After a few
words are spoken between he and whoever is on the other side, he
closes his phone and makes a move to open the door. As he opens the
door, out steps a very familiar face to the wrestling world...]

CL: Wait that isn't a PVW wrestler is it?

FH: Or is it?

CL: Well we saw him being woo'd by Dex Willingham the first month PVW
opened it's doors, but we haven't seen "Bad Boy" Randy Acorn since.

FH: Maybe Dex made him an offer he couldn't refuse.

[Acorn is dressed to the nines in a dark, black suit with a white
undershirt that accompanies the suit quite nicely. The shoes on his
feet, also dark black, appear as though they've never been worn and
look to be quite expensive. A gold watch stands out on his left wrist,
sparkling anytime the sun catches a glimpse of it. And the man himself
has a nice tan settled in across his face, sitting there nicely with
the smug grin that also appears on his face. His sandy-blonde hair is
slicked back and he looks more like a businessman than a wrestler at
the moment.]

CL: Randy Acorn is a legend in this industry.  He has wrestled
everywhere and on some of the largest stages.

FH: He would be a massive addition to the PVW.

[Arena security forms a row for Acorn to walk through so that the
swarming fans can't interfere with his walk to the building. Some fans
scream for autographs while others scream obscenities. Both of these
are ignored by Acorn as he makes a confident stride into the building.
The camera follows along as he makes a walk through the backstage
area, passing a few wrestlers here and there who look on, not sure
what to make of Acorn. His destination appears to have been reached
when he comes upon the door to the office of PVW Owner Dex Willingham.
Acorn nods to security, telling them to keep an eye on the door, and
enters, leaving the cameras behind.]

CL: Randy Acorn backstage at End Game!  This could be _huge_.

FH: Get Dean Hayes back there and find out what's going on!

CL: It's time for a little taste of some new blood inside the PVW.

FH: It's going to be a tough act to follow that massive carnage we
just witnessed.

CL: Catching word it's time for the Quesada and Castillo match. These
two are both exciting showmen so it should be a great match up!

HD: Introducing first weighing in at two hundred and twenty four
pounds.... From Hollywood,

California...


Here is...


"The Natural" Mike Castillo!!!!


[The lights in the arena begin to flicker, then they quickly go black.
The opening notes of "O Fortuna" by Mozart begin to play. The jumbro-
tron slowly begins to come alive, golden dust appears on the screen,
blowing wildly across the length of the screen. The dust begins to
gather, then slowly form two ominous letters, and a phrase commonly
found on hate pages and hit lists...M C...]

CL: The Natural picked up a big victory in his debut.  He is looking
to continue his roll here at End Game.

[The crowd begins to boo loudly as clips start to roll of Castillo
giving numerous wrestlers his patented "Red Carpet Moment" finisher.
Some are champions, some are heroes...all are victims. The clips
continue to roll as the first movement of Mozart's "O Fortuna" nears
its end. As the dramatic drums begin to pound, more shots roll in
synchronization with the bass. These clips are of Castillo stealing
match after match...then of Castillo raising title after title belt!
The opening music ends, on the last note, gold pyro explodes down from
the rafters. Then after a brief pause, the lights start to strobe
slowly, from blinding bright, to pitch black...and "Victory" by
Notorious BIG starts to blast through the speakers...]


Yo the sun don't shine forever,
But as long as its here we might as well shine together...

Better now than never, Business before pleasure,
P Diddy and the Fam who you know do it better?...

Yea right, no matter what we air tight,
So when you hear somethin, make sure you hear it right...

Don't make an [bleep] outta yourself by assumin,
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?...


[Castillo slowly steps through the curtains to a chorus of jeers and
boos. He smirks, adjusts his mirror-tint shades and poses, head
proudly high and his arms out-stretched as gold pyro shoots up all
around him. He enjoys the boos, as he struts confidently down the
ramp...]


You know that I'm two levels above you baby,
Hug me baby, I'ma make you love me baby...

Talkin crazy aint gonna get you nothin but choked,
And that jealousy is only gonna leave you broke...

So the only thing left now is God for these cats,
And BIG you know you too hard for these cats...

I'ma win cause I'm too smart for these cats,
While they makin up facts, you rakin up plats...


[Castillo walks down the ramp, completely ignoring the fans heckling
and booing him. Being the showman he is, he occasionally smirks and
taunts the fans, enticing more boos. He steps through the ropes and
approaches the nearest turnbuckle, where he again poses as he did on
the stage area. Castillo slowly removes his shades and cautiously
hands them to the official as the song plays on...]

CL: He sure doesn't lack confidence.

FH: Why should he?  I was at ring side in his debut. Castillo looked
very impressive!

CL: I don't doubt that, but his opponent tonight is a former champion
on the grand scale.

HD: His opponent...  Weighing in at two hundred and ten pounds...
From Miami, Florida...


Here is...


"The South Beach Showstopper" ... "The Showstealer" ... "Smooth as
Silk" ...


Miguel Quesada!!!


["Smooth Operator" by Paul Wall blast over the Anaheim Convention
Center PA system.  The former WWO TV champion emerges to a nice
applause.  His hair is short, black, done up in a faux-hawk.  Quesada
has on a orange pants/tights. Down the right leg, there's a design of
a palm tree. Down the left leg, the numbers "305." All of this is
written in black. He also wears black wrestling boots, and no
shirt.]

CL: California giving Quesada a ton of respect from his past wars.

FH: Leave it to California to cheer for any has been that marches out
here.

[Quesada extends his hands and trots down the aisle way slapping the
Californian fans palms stopping just prior to the PVW battleground. He
points at Castillo inside the ring who appears to be loosing up..
Quesada then dives under the ropes and climbs up the turnbuckles
throwing his arms in the air firing the fans up.]

CL: Quesada has always fired the fans up.

FH: This will be the last time they cheer for him tonight.  Go ahead
and eat it up!



___________    ____       ________________________________________
___  __ \_ |  / /_ |     / /
__  /_/ /_ | / /__ | /| / /    One on One Match
_  ____/__ |/ / __ |/ |/ /  Miguel Quesada v. Mike Castillo
/_/     _____/  ____/|____________________________________________



<<< DING   DING >>>


CL: And here we go, Castillo and Quesada are circling each other
trying to find that opening.

FH: Look at him.  Castillo is already getting Quesada to play right
into his hands.

CL: They haven't touch each other yet Hoyle.

FH: Exactly, Castillo has already won the mind game.  Quesada's in for
a bad night.

CL: I think we need to wait for the action to start to make that call.
And there's the collar and elbow tie up.

FH: Classic start.  I could have told you that's all that Quesada
would be able to come up with.

[The two briefly struggle for control before Castillo backs Quesada
into a corner.]



"__SMAAACK__"



CL: Big knife edge chop by Castillo.

[Castillo nails him with two more chops before walking to the middle
of the ring.  He holds his hands up high for the fans approval.]



*Boos erupt from the crowd*


CL:  Quesada out of the corner and it looks like he wants another
collar and elbow tie up.

FH:  I thought he was a veteran?  Oh well at least we get to see him
get smacked around some more.

[Just as the two are about to lock up again Quesada goes behind on
Castillo for a schoolboy roll up.]





ONE ...




TWO ...





*Heel Pop*





FH:  Quesada's gonna need a lot better than that if he wants to keep
Castillo down.

CL:  I don't think he was trying to keep him down.  He just wants
Castillo to know that he needs to keep his eyes open.



"__CRAAACK__"



[Just as Castillo gets to his feet Quesada catches him with a perfect
dropkick to the face.  Quesada pulls Castillo to his feet and drapes
his arm around the back of Castillo's head while hooking his leg
around his opponent's leg.]



"__THUUD__"



CL:  Side Russian Leg Sweep by Quesada!  Not going for the cover, he's
just waiting for Castillo.

FH:  Everyone get's lucky Chip.  Stop making it sound like Quesada's
got a chance.

CL:  Super Kick!  Castillo melts to the mat and now Quesada goes for
the cover.





ONE ...





TWO ...





THR ...





*Heel Kick out Pop*




FH:  That's how you do it Castillo.  You can't let a has-been treat
you like that.

CL:  Quesada's showing us that he's definitely not a has-been.

FH:  Give it time.

[As Castillo gets to his feet Quesada lands a left arm jab.  While
circling Castillo, he lands two more left arm jabs and finishes it off
with a short arm clothesline from his right arm.]



"__WHUUUMP__"



CL:  Down goes Castillo.  Quesada calls that set Try and Catch Me and
that is SO appropriate right now.  Again Quesada not wasting time with
a cover yet.

[Quesada quickly bounces off the ropes and jumps into the air.]



"__CRAAASH__"



CL:  Castillo manages to roll out of the way as Quesada goes for a
fist drop.

FH:  What did I tell you Chip?  It was just a matter of time.

[Castillo struggles to his feet as Quesada is clutching his arm.
Castillo begins to lay into Quesada with a series of short kicks.]

FH:  The boots!  Put the boots to him!

[Castillo backs off and give's his opponent a chance to start to his
feet.  As Quesada gets to his knees Castillo runs at him.]



"__CRAAACK__"



CL:  Shining Wizard!  Castillo has really turned things around here.

FH:  They don't call him "The Natural" for nothing.

[While Quesada is laid out in the middle of the ring Castillo makes
his way over to the turnbuckle.]

CL:  Castillo pulls on the ropes to help him jump to the ring apron
and he's climbing the turnbuckle.  He's taking a lot of time here.

FH:  He's got all day.  Quesada is taking a nap right now.

[Castillo poses on the turnbuckle before leaping thorough the air
landing a picture perfect elbow drop on Quesada.]

CL:  Beautiful top rope elbow drop by Castillo.  He likes to call that
the A-List Ego Drop.  He goes for the cover!





ONE ...





TWO ...





THRE ...





*Face kick out Pop*




CL:  Quesada barely gets his shoulder up to stop the count.

[Castillo pulls Quesada up by the head, but he's answered with a punch
to the jaw.  Quesada fires off three more punches all of them landing
right on target.  Grabbing Castillo by the arm Quesada whips him to
the turnbuckle.]

CL:  Reversal!  Castillo turns things around and whips Quesada face
first into the turnbuckle!  Quesada staggering out of the corner
and...



"__CRAAACK__"



CL:  Castillo nails Quesada with a crescent kick right on the jaw.

FH:  I told you!  Castillo has this one wrapped up right here.

[Castillo walks past Quesada's prone body and climbs the turnbuckle
from inside the ring.  While facing the crowd he drops down catching
his legs on the top rope to perform a split-legged moonsault.]

CL:  The Hollywood Flop!  We could be getting to the point where this
one is academic.  He goes for the cover.




ONE ...




TWO ...




*Huge Face Pop*




CL:  Quesada gets a foot on the ropes.  The veteran's not going to
give up yet.

FH:  He should.  This is just starting to drag out.

[Castillo pulls Quesada to a standing position and props him up in the
corner.  He moves back to mid-ring before running at the helpless
Quesada.]

FH:  What's he trying to do?

CL:  It looks like he's trying a dropkick with Quesada in the corner.
Wait a minute!  Quesada ducks out between the tope and middle ropes!
Castillo has landed that dropkick right into the top turnbuckle!
Quesada is making his way back into the ring as Castillo is a tangled
mess in the turnbuckle.

[Quesada moves to his upside down opponent and begins to kick him
repeatedly in the midsection.]

CL:  Quesada pulling Castillo free from the turnbuckle and now applies
a front face-lock in the middle of the ring.  Quesada pulls Castillo
up for a high vertical suplex.  He's just holding him there straight
up.

FH:  Hey, looks like he's got a little more power in him that I
thought.



"__BOOOOM__"



CL:  Brainbuster!  I have to admit I didn't see that one coming!

FH:  Even a rusty bike has a few shiny spots.

[Quesada grabs Castillo and straddles his neck.  Quesada pulls
Castillo up and delivers a cradle piledriver.]

CL:  It looks like Quesada is going for the win right here.  Castillo
can't take many more blows like that.




ONE ...





TWO ...




*Heel Kick-out Pop*



FH:  Get up Castillo!  You can't let this guy get the win!

[As Castillo gets to his feet Quesada goes behind him to land a
release German suplex.]

CL:  It looked like Quesada was trying to bridge that German suplex,
but just couldn't hold on.  Both men have been going for some pretty
big moves trying to get a fast win here on End Game.

FH:  What do you expect?  An impressive win here will move either of
these guys up the charts.

CL:  Quesada is hoisting Castillo up on his shoulders and Death Valley
Driver!  He is totally focusing his attack on the neck and shoulders
of Castillo now.

FH:  It's a good plan, but Castillo has already worn Quesada down.  It
might be too late in this match for the change.

CL:  Quesada is going to the top rope.  He's really playing to the
crowd right now waving for the fans to cheer him on!



"__WHAAAM__"



[He pulls off a great top rope leg drop.  Quesada hooks the leg.]





ONE ...





TWO ...





THR ...





*Huge Heel Kick-out Pop*



CL:  Quesada almost had him there with Castillo barely getting the
shoulder off the mat.  It looks like frustration is setting in on the
face of Quesada.

FH:  I know I'm frustrated.

[Quesada pulls up Castillo and whips him into the ropes.  As Castillo
comes back off the ropes, he takes to the air and nails Quesada with a
flying fist right between the eyes.]

CL:  Wow!  Out of nowhere Castillo lands a Star-Gazer.  Now can he
capitalize on it.

[Castillo grabs Quesada and nails a snap suplex.  Quesada tries to
pull off a quick recover but is answered with another snap suplex.]

CL:  Castillo is right on top of things now pulling off a pair of
beautiful snap suplexes on Quesada.  He goes back to the front face
lock and lands a high velocity swinging neck-breaker.  Castillo is
coming back and coming back strong here.

[After both wrestlers are standing Castillo hits Quesada with a huge
inverted atomic drop.]

FH:  That's gonna hurt him later.  Wait I didn't hear anything about
his girlfriend moving out here with him so maybe not.

[Chip just cuts Hoyle a look.]

CL:  Castillo mows Quesada down with a clothesline.  The moment has
totally changed in this match up yet again.

FH:  The cream always rises to the top.

[Castillo whips Quesada to the ropes while bouncing off the opposite
ropes.]

CL:  Textbook flying forearm by Castillo.  He's throwing Quesada to
the ropes again and lands a perfect flying clothesline.

FH:  I'm not big on that bouncing around stuff, but at this point
Castillo really needs to get the job done.

CL:  Quesada staggering once more to his feet and Castillo bounces off
the ropes to catch him with a bulldog.

FH:  Looks like Castillo is finally going in for the kill.

[Quesada, back to his feet and looking a bit dazed, turns right into
Castillo.  Castillo jumps up grabbing Quesada by the head and nails a
face buster.]

CL:  Castillo is stalking Quesada now.  I think he's finally looking
to end this.  Quesada is on all fours fighting to get to his feet.

FH:  He should stay down if he knows what's good for him.  I think
this is gonna hurt.

CL:  Quesada's legs look like jello right now.  He's up to one knee.
He's up and wobbly.  There goes Castillo pouncing like a tiger.

[Castillo grabs Quesada into a 3/4 facelock, but just as he's being
grabbed Quesada spins and pushes Castillo hard into the ropes.  As he
bounds back, Quesada nails a stiff kick to the gut on Castillo
doubling him over.]

CL:  Quesada was playing opossum!  He grabs Castillo and yes it's
another cradle piledriver!  The match is all Quesada now.

[Quesada wastes no time as he leaps up the turnbuckle.]

CL:  I think were gonna see Smooth Sailing right here.

[Quesada takes to the air with a huge shooting star press.]



"__THUUUDD__"



FH:  Crash and burn baby!  Castillo rolls out of the way!  That's why
you never saw me try that stuff during my in-ring days.

CL:  Castillo over to the writhing Quesada, picks him up standing side
by side applying a full nelson and...



"__SMAAASH__"



CL:  That's it.  The Red Carpet Moment!  This one is just academic
now...





ONE ...





TWO ...






THREE ...



FH:  I told you this one was over before it started.  Shining star
versus the has-been.  Quesada never had a chance.

CL:  Do we watch the same matches?  That was a great back and forth
battle and tonight Castillo pulled out a close win.

[Castillo is in the ring celebrating his win while walking around
taunt the fans in the audience.  He hops down to the arena floor and
heads up the entrance ramp.]

CL:  Whether you like him or not Castillo worked for that win tonight
and it wasn't a poor showing for Quesada either.

FH:  A loss is a loss and I don't see Castillo loosing to the likes of
Quesada anytime soon.

CL: A big showing for The Natural there is no denying that.

[Cut to a pre-recorded segment [and how do we know its pre-recorded?
Because of the time stamp in the bottom corner showing the time to be
7:31 am]. We're in the lobby area of the arena and we see that the PVW
road crew is busy, hard at work,  setting up displays and booths,
except for one particular booth, located just inside the main doors.
We zoom in on that booth and see that there is some sort of commotion
going on. As we get closer, we see the reason for the hub-bub...the
Mercenary is tossing t-shirts, foam fingers and posters out of the
booth, to the middle of the floor. And, surprise, surprise... all of
the items belong to other PVW wrestlers. Also among the tossed items
are Caleb Foley gummi-shamrocks, plastic Royal Family Jewels, Spectre
wigs  ...]

Merc: What is all of this crap? Doesn't PVW know this isn't what the
people want?

Anonymous Roadie: Well, actually, it is what the fans want... We've
sold over 200 of the Hartt Throb posters in the last 2 days. (picks up
a poster of Chris Hartt wearing nothing but a pair of shorts)

Merc: To who? 90 year old ladies? And c'mon... the only reason he
looks like he's throbbing in that picture is because of the roll of
tubes socks stuffed in his trunks. What the fans want to get their
hands on is anything and everything from the WMI brand.

[Merc starts pulling stuff out of boxes that have the WMI spider logo
on them.]

Merc: Like these... (Merc pulls out a red mini halter top with a pair
of spiders where the boobies would be)...What woman wouldn't want to
be seen in this hot little number? Or if your woman isn't into that,
how about the new Made Men long sleeve shirt? (Merc pulls up a white
long-sleeved shirt with the caption "I love it when they play hard to
get" written over top of a copy of a restraining order). And then for
the kids, we have these...

[Merc reaches into another box and pulls out a fishing pole type setup
with a Widowmaker spider where the hook would be.]

Merc: ... Spiders on a string. They can scare the crap out of all
their little friends. But then not everything we have is specific to
WMI. We do have some other stuff too. Take these for instance...

[Merc goes into yet another box and brings out a bright emerald green
hand puppet with googly eyes and fangs.]

Merc:  .. our Craven the Frog puppets. You can shove your hand right
up his butt, and if you want to shell out the extra $20, you can get
the limited edition version that comes with a gas mask.

AR: Uhm... You know, I don't think that one is such a good idea. I
know I don't want to be around here when William Craven sees this
stuff... The guy is nuts, and if he comes across these...

Merc: Really? You're afraid of the freak? And what he might do? Well,
I think you should be more worried about what could happen right now
if you don't finish turning this into an exclusive Widowmakers booth.

AR: But... but...

Merc:  But.. but... what? Look, William Craven may have been running
roughshod over PVW since its inception, but that is all over with
right now. WMI is here, and we're going to be running the show. Craven
is going to be nothing more that a green and red puddle when I get
done with him. So, if you don't want to become a smaller version of
that puddle, I suggest you do as I asked. And it better be done by the
time I get back.

AR: Uhm... Yessir. You got my word on that.

Merc: Good... Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got other business to
attend to. Like finding out where the Widowmakers Incorporated: The
Epitome of Excellence coffee table books are.

[With that, Merc leaves the booth and heads outside. And as he does,
the roadie starts to reluctantly pull the new "WMI: We pay our debts"
t-shirts with list of other PVW wrestler's names and checkboxes on the
back  out of the boxes, and we fade to the announcers.]

CL: The Mercenary is walking a fine line.  Tonight he will step inside
that ring with a loose cannon.

FH: If anyone can stand their ground with that maniac it's The
Mercenary.  Trust me this guy has stepped inside the ring with the
toughest men to ever wrestle.  Rick Marley knew what he was doing when
he wrote that fat check.  Trust me with the legitimate heat Marley and
The Mercenary has between themselves it was a fat check.

CL: Speaking of The Widowmakers it's time for the Made Men to take on
Tommy Ryder and The Tucson Kid. Made Men came in under the Widowmakers
Inc umbrella and made their
intentions clear right away.

FH: That they did.  Tommy Ryder was in the wrong place at the wrong
time.

CL: It appeared Ryder and Levinger were in trouble once again on The
Burning Effect when the home town hero, The Tucson Kid came barging
out from the back to save the day.

FH: Stupid mistake who invited him to the party.  I hate when a loser
like The Tucson Kid crashes a good party!

HD: Introducing first... Representing Widowmakers Inc!

*HEEL POP!*

CL: The fans here dislike The Widowmakers... They already had a little
taste of their shenanigans inside the Called Shot match earlier.

FH: They just don't know greatness when it stares them in the face.

HD: Weighing in at a combined weight of four hundred and fifty five
pounds....


Here is ...


"Pokerface" Mark Masterson and Nick "Always" Wright ...


Made Men!!!


[Red Hot Chili Peppers' "Johnny Kick A Hole In The Sky" hits the PA
system as the fans begin to boo.  Masterson exits backstage and takes
a position in the center of the entrance platform.  He looks down, and
raises his fists into the air, accompanied by flashbang-style
pyrotechnics.  Behind him, Nick comes bursting onto the entrance
stage.  Visibly pumped, he solicit reactions from the crowd.
The two make their way to the ring side by side focused on the task
ahead.  Masterson rolls inside the ring rolling his neck as Nick
Wright perches on the nearest turnbuckle, beating his chest.]

HD: Their opponents ...  At a combined weight of four hundred and
eighteen pounds ...


Led to the ring by "Lady" Laurel Levinger ...


Here is ...


"The Phenom" Tommy Ryder and The Tucson Kid ...


[Obsession begins to play as Laurel walks down the entrance way, but
this time she stops well short of the ring.  Instead of striking her
usual pose, she starts yelling at the Made Men.]

LL: You think that the two of you are men?  You're about to find out
what real men are.  That "Pokerface" isn't because you're hiding some
plan, it's because you really don't have a clue of what's going on.
And "Always" Wright, the only thing you always are is a disappointment
to your girlfriend.

*FACE POP*

CL: WHOA.. Levinger has told The Made Men!

[At this point, Headstrong by Trapt begins to play as "The Phenom" and
The Tucson Kid come running to the ring...]

CL: And here comes Tommy Ryder and The Tucson Kid!!!




___________    ____       ________________________________________
___  __ \_ |  / /_ |     / /
__  /_/ /_ | / /__ | /| / /    Tag Team Grudge Match
_  ____/__ |/ / __ |/ |/ / Tommy Ryder & The Tucson Kid v. Made Men
/_/     _____/  ____/|____________________________________________




<<< DING  DING >>>

[The outspoken Nick "Always" Wright starts things off with The Tucson
Kid by greeting him with a kick to the midsection that buckles The
Tucson Kid over.  Nick "Always" Wright is quick to follow it up with a
knee lift to the face of The Tucson Kid sending him down to the mat
for the first time in the match.]

CL: Down goes The Tucson Kid and with such authority!

FH: Nick "Always" Wright and Made Men are taking early control of this
match.

[Nick "Always" Wright reaches down and grabs The Tucson Kid by the ear
and lifts him back up to his feet.   He reaches back making a quick
tag to his partner "Pokerface" Mark Masterson who rifles a huge hook
into the midsection of The Tucson Kid knocking the wind out of him.]

CL: Pokerface" Mark Masterson sends The Tucson Kid wobbling back on
his feet.   And WHAT A CLOTHESLINE!

FH: He nearly knocked The Tucson Kid right out of those big boots of
his with that massive clothesline.

["Pokerface" Mark Masterson scoops The Tucson Kid back up on his feet
and drives him down to the canvas with a big front layout suplex.
"Pokerface" Mark Masterson presses his body across The Tucson Kid's
for the pin.]




ONE ...




TWO ...




["The Phenom" Tommy Ryder makes the save with a boot to the back of
"Pokerface" Mark Masterson breaking up the pin.  The referee shoots
back to his feet and forces the hesitant "The Phenom" Tommy Ryder back
to his corner.  As this is going on Nick "Always" Wright hops over the
top rope and the beat down on The Tucson Kid continues.  "The Phenom"
Tommy Ryder tries to move the referee out of the way but the Phoenix
Valley Wrestling official isn't having anything of it.]

CL: The more "The Phenom" Tommy Ryder tries to get involved the more
pain that Made Men will inflict on his partner.

FH: Made Men are executing perfectly this evening as "The Phenom"
Tommy Ryder has yet to officially step in the ring other than breaking
up the last pinfall attempt.

[The referee turns around and an illegal tag is made as "Pokerface"
Mark Masterson slips out threw the ropes.  Nick "Always" Wright brings
The Tucson Kid back to his feet and begins to Irish whip him towards
the corner.]

CL: REVERSED BY THE TUCSON KID!  Nick "Always" Wright slams into the
turnbuckles.  Here comes The Tucson Kid full steam ahead.

FH: NICK "ALWAYS" WRIGHT DUCKS OUT OF THE WAY!   The Tucson Kid had
his big opportunity to turn this match around but Nick "Always" Wright
was able to side step a lariat attempt.

[The Tucson Kid rests with his body planted in the corner and Nick
"Always" Wright is able to lock his arms around his waist and deliver
a twisting belly-to-back suplex planting The Tucson Kid on his face
once more.   "Lady" Laurel Levinger is seen shaking his head in
disapproval on the outside as Nick "Always" Wright begins to lay a few
stomps to the back of The Tucson Kid who desperately needs a tag.]

CL: Now would be as good of a time as any for The Tucson Kid to tag
out to his partner.  Things aren't looking good.

[Nick "Always" Wright reaches down and begins to choke The Tucson Kid
against the mat as the referee steps into to make a count.]


ONE ...


TWO ...


THREE ...


FOUR ...


[Nick "Always" Wright lets up as the last possible second as The
Tucson Kid clutches onto his neck with both hands.  Nick "Always"
Wright grabs The Tucson Kid by the foot and begins to drag him to the
Made Men corner.]

CL: BOOT TO THE FACE BY THE TUCSON KID!  Nick "Always" Wright is
launched back into his own corner falling down on his rear.  Listen to
the fans clapping their hands together rooting on The Tucson Kid to
make a tag.

[The Tucson Kid crawls near his corner where "The Phenom" Tommy Ryder
reaches over the top rope with his hand to make a tag to The Tucson
Kid.  However, with the referee watching for the tag "Pokerface" Mark
Masterson hops into the ring and lunges towards "The Phenom" Tommy
Ryder.  With his head down, "The Phenom" Tommy Ryder is caught off
guard with a huge forearm from "Pokerface" Mark Masterson that sends
"The Phenom" Tommy Ryder crashing down to the hard floor on the
outside.]

FH: Amazing strategy by "Pokerface" Mark Masterson as he really thinks
a step ahead and taking out the partner of The Tucson Kid who reaches
up to tag the thin air.

[The referee begins to scold "Pokerface" Mark Masterson who makes his
way back to his own corner.  The Tucson Kid is left glaring up to make
a tag with nobody there. Nick "Always" Wright on the other hand simply
leans back where "Pokerface" Mark Masterson awaits him with his hand
extended.  The tag is made and "Pokerface" Mark Masterson darts into
the ring.   "The Phenom" Tommy Ryder is just now making his way back
up but he's too late as "Pokerface" Mark Masterson sends The Tucson
Kid crashing back down with a powerslam.  "Pokerface" Mark Masterson
drapes his arm over The Tucson Kid.]




ONE ...




TWO ...




THREE ...




[The Tucson Kid somehow reaches down inside himself and is able to
find the energy to kick out.  "Pokerface" Mark Masterson slaps his
hands together in the face of the referee indicating the slow count
but the ref simply holds up two fingers.  "Pokerface" Mark Masterson
grabs The Tucson Kid and whips him towards the ropes, The Tucson Kid
bounces off and is met with a back body drop from "Pokerface" Mark
Masterson that sends him crashing down on his back.   "Pokerface" Mark
Masterson doesn't let up as he drives his boot into the chest of the
worn down The Tucson Kid.]

CL: The Tucson Kid really needs to get a tag right now as he can't go
on like this much longer.

FH: I agree, this is going to be a short match if The Tucson Kid
doesn't find the strength to deliver with a clutch move right about
now.

["Pokerface" Mark Masterson applies pressure to the arm of The Tucson
Kid with a perfectly executed armbar.  The Tucson Kid grimaces in pain
as Nick "Always" Wright is tagged back in.  Still in the armbar, Nick
"Always" Wright batters the helpless The Tucson Kid with some vicious
knife edge chops across the chest.  Nick "Always" Wright then grabs
the larger The Tucson Kid and rakes his eyes across the rope causing
referee to get involved.   "Pokerface" Mark Masterson steps back in
the ring and two hammer away as The Tucson Kid driving him down to one
knee.  Finally, Nick "Always" Wright whips The Tucson Kid into the
ropes and he comes barreling back only to be pressed into the air by
"Pokerface" Mark Masterson who finishes the move of with a sit down
powerbomb.   Nick "Always" Wright rolls up The Tucson Kid.]




ONE ...




TWO ...




THR ---




[Another near pinfall but The Tucson Kid finds away to kick out.  Nick
"Always" Wright can't believe it and either can "Pokerface" Mark
Masterson who again finds himself bickering towards the referee who
shakes his head and gesture for "Pokerface" Mark Masterson to get out
of the ring.  Nick "Always" Wright locks up with "Pokerface" Mark
Masterson in the ring and goes for a suplex but it's blocked.]

CL: A huge block by The Tucson Kid.  This could be what he needs to
bring his team back into this match.

[Nick "Always" Wright tries again but somehow The Tucson Kid is able
to slip his leg between Nick "Always" Wright's blocking the move once
more.  The Tucson Kid hangs on, far from in control as Nick "Always"
Wright attempts once more.   But instead of blocking the move The
Tucson Kid uses Nick "Always" Wright's moment to plant him down with a
devastating DDT.  The crowd lets out a huge pop as The Tucson Kid and
Nick "Always" Wright lie on the mat both needing a tag.]

FH: I don't know where The Tucson Kid found the strength for that move
but whatever the case may be, he may have just sparked a comeback.

["Lady" Laurel Levinger slaps her hands across the mat egging The
Tucson Kid to get back to his feet. The referee makes sure "Pokerface"
Mark Masterson doesn't run in again as The Tucson Kid etches himself
closer and closer to his corner. Nick "Always" Wright is back onto one
knee but has no idea where he is.  The referee glares over towards
"Pokerface" Mark Masterson again and now "Showtime" Rick Marley is up
on the ring apron. The referee makes his way over towards "Showtime"
Rick Marley who is disputing about something.  During the commotion
The Tucson Kid is able to reach over and finally make the tag to "The
Phenom" Tommy Ryder who springs over the top rope and into the ring.]

CL: Listen to the crowd explode.  "The Phenom" Tommy Ryder pumps his
fist as he measures up Nick "Always" Wright who is back on his feet.

["The Phenom" Tommy Ryder thrust kicks Nick "Always" Wright across the
face knocking him down hard to the mat.  The crowd lets out a massive
ovation as "Pokerface" Mark Masterson comes into the ring as well.
"The Phenom" Tommy Ryder meets the charging "Pokerface" Mark Masterson
with a drop toe hold that face plants him into the mat.  Nick "Always"
Wright is back up and "The Phenom" Tommy Ryder drives him back down
with a spinning heel kick as the crowd continues to explode into
cheers.]

CL: What is the referee doing?  He's telling "The Phenom" Tommy Ryder
to get out of the ring.

FH: Rick Marley has done it again.

CL: What?

FH: By stepping up on the ring apron he caused a long enough
distraction to prevent the referee from seeing the legal tag made.  As
far as the ref knows, "The Phenom" Tommy Ryder just hopped into the
ring and cleaned house.

[The referee forces "The Phenom" Tommy Ryder back out as Nick "Always"
Wright rolls out of the ring.  While they can't even get away with a
clean tag Made Men successfully pulls of their second illegal tag of
the evening.  The Tucson Kid, drained of strength is lying in the far
corner of the ring away from his partner.  "Pokerface" Mark Masterson
makes his way over towards The Tucson Kid and he drives his knees down
over The Tucson Kid's back.]

CL: This is an outrage.  "The Phenom" Tommy Ryder is the legal man and
because of Rick Marley's interference and The Tucson Kid is suffering
once again at the hands of the Made Men.

FH: You have to admire the brains of "Showtime" Rick Marley.  That is
the second time his team prevented The Tucson Kid from tagging in "The
Phenom" Tommy Ryder.

CL: "Pokerface" Mark Masterson hoists The Tucson Kid up on the
turnbuckles  and he goes up with him.

["Pokerface" Mark Masterson locks up The Tucson Kid for a superplex
but again The Tucson Kid is able to block a suplex attempt.
"Pokerface" Mark Masterson doesn't want to make the same mistake Nick
"Always" Wright did so he breaks the hold and instead drives his elbow
into the face of The Tucson Kid to wear him down.]

FH: They need to stick to what's working and that's just being the
Made Men.

["Pokerface" Mark Masterson continues to pummel The Tucson Kid with
elbows and forearm shots to the face and The Tucson Kid's nose is
broken open.  As blood trickles down the face of The Tucson Kid
"Pokerface" Mark Masterson decides to attempt the superplex one more
time and this time
he's successful.  "Pokerface" Mark Masterson held The Tucson Kid high
in the air for several seconds displaying great strength before he
sent The Tucson Kid down with authority.]

CL: The Tucson Kid practically bounced of the mat as "Pokerface" Mark
Masterson holds his lower back as the move took a lot out of him as
well.

FH: THERE'S A PIN...




ONE ...




TWO ...




CL: NO HE KICKED OUT!

[The Tucson Kid used whatever he had left to kick out of that last
move.  "Pokerface" Mark Masterson can't believe it as he leans up and
we get a clean shot of The Tucson Kid's blood across "Pokerface" Mark
Masterson's chest.  Mark Masterson clutches his head not knowing what
to do as he drags The Tucson Kid back up.  "Pokerface" Mark Masterson
whips The Tucson Kid into his own corner where Nick "Always" Wright
nails him with a forearm to the face.  "Pokerface" Mark Masterson
briefly distracts the referee while Nick "Always" Wright chokes The
Tucson Kid down to his knees.]

FH: One can't imagine that if "Pokerface" Mark Masterson would have
IMMEDIATELY pinned The Tucson Kid after the superplex that this match
would be over.

CL: That may very well be but it's besides the point.  We've said it
before and hopefully we won't have to say it again, The Tucson Kid
needs to make a tag and NOW.

[The referee breaks up Nick "Always" Wright's choke hold on The Tucson
Kid as "Pokerface" Mark Masterson makes the tag to William at the same
time.  "Pokerface" Mark Masterson grabs The Tucson Kid into a full
nelson while Nick "Always" Wright climbs up the turnbuckle.  "The
Phenom" Tommy Ryder is shouting at the referee across the ring as Nick
"Always" Wright raises his hands while standing atop the turnbuckle.
The brief gloating fiasco is soon followed by a leaping double
axhandle smash over the head of The Tucson Kid driving him down into
the canvas.]

CL: Blood is all over the face of The Tucson Kid who's eyes can't even
be seen at this time.

FH: As much as the crowd hates Made Men they have to acknowledge tag-
team excellence as it comes
by so rarely these days.

[Nick "Always" Wright shouts out towards the crowd who let him know
how much they hate him and his partner but Nick Wright just laughs
back in their face as he slaps the fallen The Tucson Kid across the
face.  "Pokerface" Mark Masterson just smirks towards Nick "Always"
Wright who greets him with an evil grin of his own.  Nick "Always"
Wright then shouts over towards "The Phenom" Tommy Ryder as he drives
his partner down with a reverse DDT.]

CL: Finally we are seeing the true arrogant colors of Nick "Always"
Wright and Made Men who almost won my respect today.

FH: Not to burst your bubble but I don't think they are going out of
there way to impress you."
Nick "Always" Wright makes his way towards the turnbuckles once again
and he's measuring up the fallen The Tucson Kid.  Nick "Always" Wright
shouts out to the crowd once more before leaping off with a somersault
sen ton splash.

CL: NOBODY HOME!   The Tucson Kid rolls out of the way and Nick
"Always" Wright has planted his arrogant loud mouth face into the mat.

FH: The Tucson Kid reaches up and......... HE MAKES THE TAG!

CL: HERE COMES "THE PHENOM" TOMMY RYDER!

FH: HERE COMES "POKERFACE" MARK MATERSON!

[Both men dart into the ring but the zealous "The Phenom" Tommy Ryder
connects with a forceful low spear to the legs of "Pokerface" Mark
Masterson knocking him to the ground.  "The Phenom" Tommy Ryder
unloads with thunderous right and left closed fist punches across the
face of "Pokerface" Mark Masterson who is in a world of trouble.  Nick
"Always" Wright is slowly getting back to his feet as The Tucson Kid
rolls out of the ring.]

CL: "The Phenom" Tommy Ryder, is unloading everything he has like a
wild dog on "Pokerface" Mark Masterson.

[Nick "Always" Wright began to make his way over to "The Phenom" Tommy
Ryder but his wobbling walk was too loud as "The Phenom" Tommy Ryder
glared in his direction.  "The Phenom" Tommy Ryder leaped off of
"Pokerface" Mark Masterson and tagged Nick "Always" Wright with a
drop-kick all in one smooth motion.  "The Phenom" Tommy Ryder raised
his fist in the air as the crowd exploded into cheers once more for
him.]

CL: Look at "The Phenom" Tommy Ryder go.  He's far from finished with
Made Men.  What's he doing?

["Showtime" Rick Marley is back on the ring apron yelling at "The
Phenom" Tommy Ryder.  "The Phenom" Tommy Ryder makes his way over
towards Rick Marley and grabs at his throat.]

CL: Listen to the crowd.  They want "The Phenom" Tommy Ryder to finish
off Rick Marley.

[Tommy Ryder raises Rick Marley up in the air as "Pokerface" Mark
Masterson gets back up on his feet. "Pokerface" Mark Masterson sees
his fellow stablemate in trouble and he comes charging in.  However,
"The Phenom" Tommy Ryder is able to hurl Rick Marley over the ropes
and he throws him towards "Pokerface" Mark Masterson.  Mark Masterson
has no choice but to catch Rick Marley with both arms.]

FH: DROP-KICK TO THE BACK OF "SHOWTIME" RICK MARLEY!!!

["Pokerface" Mark Masterson and Rick Marley tumble down to the
outside.  The Tucson Kid is back in the ring and they have Nick
"Always" Wright all to themselves.  "The Phenom" Tommy Ryder shoots
towards the turnbuckle as The Tucson Kid practically drools over the
chance to revenge himself at the hands of Nick "Always" Wright.  The
Tucson Kid scoops up Nick "Always" Wright and drives him down with a
huge shoulder breaker.]

CL: Nick "Always" Wright bounces of the knees of The Tucson Kid.

["The Phenom" Tommy Ryder is still crouched on the top rope as
"Pokerface" Mark Masterson and Rick
Marley are trying to recover after falling hard to the outside.  The
Tucson Kid measures up Nick "Always" Wright on the top rope and then
immediately connects with the dragon superplex off the top rope.]

FH: MOONSAULT BY TOMMY RYDER!

CL: WHAT A COMBO! "Nick "Always" Wright is laid out in the center of
the ring as "The Phenom"
Tommy Ryder drops down for the cover.




ONE ...




TWO ...




THREE !!!




CL: "Pokerface" Mark Masterson pulled the referee out of the ring!
"The Phenom" Tommy Ryder looks over and he can't believe it.

FH: Made Men has done it again.  "Pokerface" Mark Masterson is back on
the ring apron and The
Tucson Kid meets him with a blow to the head.

[With "Pokerface" Mark Masterson dazed and on the outside The Tucson
Kid grabs him by the neck and tights and suplex's him back into the
ring..  "The Phenom" Tommy Ryder hammers away with martial art chops
on Nick "Always" Wright in the corner while The Tucson Kid slams
"Pokerface" Mark Masterson into the opposite corner.  Tucson Kid and
Tommy Ryder glare at each other across the ring and set there
opponents up to be whipped into each other.]

FH: Made Men REVERSES!  "The Phenom" Tommy Ryder and The Tucson Kid
are headed right for each other!

CL: LEAP FROG BY "The Phenom" Tommy Ryder!

["The Phenom" Tommy Ryder is able to react quickly enough by jumping
over his teammate The Tucson Kid and they catch Made Men off guard.
The Tucson Kid sandwiches Nick "Always" Wright in one corner while
"The Phenom" Tommy Ryder lands down into a somersault and then springs
up with a handspring elbow smash to the face of "Pokerface" Mark
Masterson.]

CL: The crowd is going absolutely berserk.  The referee is finally
restoring order as he's attempting to get The Tucson Kid to leave the
ring. However, Nick "Always" Wright is the legal man.

[As the referee escorts The Tucson Kid out of the ring Nick "Always"
Wright manages to pull something out of his tights.  At this time "The
Phenom" Tommy Ryder has both hands on the ropes as he continues to lay
the boots on "Pokerface" Mark Masterson in the opposite corner as Nick
"Always" Wright comes running forward.  Nick Wright comes plowing down
the ring at full speed and at the last possible second "The Phenom"
Tommy Ryder uses the ropes to flip himself over the running Nick
"Always" Wright who tags his partner "Pokerface" Mark Masterson with
the foreign object.  Nick Wright turns around and is met by a thrust
kick to the jaw by "The Phenom" Tommy Ryder.]

CL: Simply amazing.   "The Phenom" Tommy Ryder is on fire tonight ....

["The Phenom" Tommy Ryder reaches down and squeezes on a sharpshooter
on Nick "Always" Wright in the center of the ring.  If that wasn't
enough he reaches back with his left hand grabbing Nick "Always"
Wright by the chin and pulling his head back causing his back to bow.
The referee dives down underneath the pair asking Nick Wright whether
or not he wants to submit.]

CL: I think he's tapping out! "What's he doing?

FH: Rick Marley is back on the ropes and "The Phenom" Tommy Ryder has
let go of the hold.  Nick "Always" Wright lays unconscious in the
center of the ring and "Pokerface" Mark Masterson is still shaking off
the illegal blow from his own partner.

["The Phenom" Tommy Ryder walks over towards "Showtime" Rick Marley
once more but this time Rick Marley drops back down to the ground on
the outside.  The referee turns back towards both Made Men members who
are out cold and "The Phenom" Tommy Ryder spins back towards Nick
"Always" Wright as well.  As he does this Rick Marley reaches under
the bottom rope and fires up a low blow catching "The Phenom" Tommy
Ryder hard between the legs and sending him down to both knees.  The
referee turns around and shouts towards Rick Marley who shrugs his
shoulders.]

CL: Rick Marley is the only reason that Tommy Ryder and Tucson Kid
haven't won this match.

FH: "Pokerface" Mark Masterson is finally back up and he's made his
way back to his own corner as
"The Phenom" Tommy Ryder reaches over and tags out to The Tucson Kid.

[Nick "Always" Wright tries to crawl over to his corner to tag out as
well but The Tucson Kid drops a heavy elbow across his back stopping
any momentum he had going.  The Tucson Kid stomps down on the left leg
of Nick "Always" Wright who can be heard screaming out in pain
throughout the arena.  The Tucson Kid then flips Nick "Always" Wright
over and twists him around into a figure four leg-lock.]

CL: I don't know who's suffered more of a beating tonight.

FH: Well The Tucson Kid was in the match for quite some time in the
beginning of the show but Nick "Always" Wright has suffered threw some
extreme moves such as the always deadly figure four leglock.

[Nick "Always" Wright slaps his hands all around as he tries to squirm
his way out of the figure four leg-lock.  His partner "Pokerface" Mark
Masterson is still a little shaky and doesn't exactly know that his
partner is in need of help.  Once again though Rick Marley is forced
to take matters into his own hands.   Rick Marley makes his way to the
left side of the ring where he grabs Nick Wright's hands and stretches
it out far enough so he can grab a hold of the ropes.   Moments later
the referee peers up with his eyes to see this and forces The Tucson
Kid to break the hold.]

CL: Rick Marley has no business out here and he should be banned from
ringside...

[The Tucson Kid argues with the referee to abolish Rick Marley from
ringside but the referee just tells The Tucson Kid to do his job and
wrestle.  During this, Nick "Always" Wright is able to make a tag to
"Pokerface" Mark Masterson who has had a minute or so to rest.
"Pokerface" Mark Masterson comes back in the ring and is met with a
fierce hook from The Tucson Kid that nearly knocks him off his feet.
The Tucson Kid grabs "Pokerface" Mark Masterson and whips him too the
ropes.  "Pokerface" Mark Masterson comes flying back and ducks a
clothesline by The Tucson Kid.  "Pokerface" Mark Masterson bounces off
the rope once more and is met by a hip toss by The Tucson Kid that
drives him down to the canvas.  The Tucson Kid quickly follows it up
with an elbow drop.]

CL: And The Tucson Kid misses!  "Pokerface" Mark Masterson is able to
roll out of the way and both men are back up on their feet.

[They lock up in the center of the ring and "Pokerface" Mark Masterson
takes control with a side
headlock..  The Tucson Kid is able to use his strength and pushes
"Pokerface" Mark Masterson off and into the ropes.  "Pokerface" Mark
Masterson comes roaring back straight into a shoulder block
by The Tucson Kid and neither man gives an inch.  Both men are quick
to take off towards the opposite ropes and come running back at each
other.]

FH: Here goes the neighborhood!

[The Tucson Kid came prepared to go shoulder to shoulder with
"Pokerface" Mark Masterson but Mark Masterson had other ideas as he
took it into the air with a flying forearm smash that sent The Tucson
Kid flipping over onto his chest.  However, what Made Men didn't see
was The Tucson Kid leaning back and tagging in "The Phenom" Tommy
Ryder as he bounced off the ropes.   Rick Marley points towards "The
Phenom" Tommy Ryder and just as "Pokerface" Mark Masterson spins
around he is met with a missile drop kick that sends him spinning
down.  "The Phenom" Tommy Ryder throws his body over The Tucson Kid
for the pin.]




ONE ...




TWO ...




THR ---




["Pokerface" Mark Masterson kicks out right at three.  The Tucson Kid
exits the ring as "The Phenom" Tommy Ryder takes control once more.
He fires "Pokerface" Mark Masterson into the corner and then nails him
with a Tornado DDT using the ropes to his advantage.  "The Phenom"
Tommy Ryder immediately spring boards off the ropes with a splash over
the body of "Pokerface" Mark Masterson.  He makes the quick cover.]

CL: This could be it.




ONE ...




TWO ...




THREE !!!




FH: NO Nick "Always" Wright WITH THE SAVE!

[Nick "Always" Wright made it clear across the ring and at the last
second made a diving save.  This brought The Tucson Kid into the ring
and the referee has lost control once more.  The Tucson Kid
immediately went after Nick "Always" Wright who slid out of the ring.
The Tucson Kid leaned over the ropes and Nick Wright grabbed his legs
pulling him down and too the outside..  Nick Wright launches The
Tucson Kid into the guardrail and he spills over into the first row of
fans.  Back in the ring "Pokerface" Mark Masterson is getting back to
his feet and as he does "The Phenom" Tommy Ryder goes for that martial
arts thrust kick once more.]

CL: CAUGHT BY "Pokerface" Mark Masterson!"  "Pokerface" Mark Masterson
just clubbed the knee of "The Phenom" Tommy Ryder nearly breaking his
leg in half.

["The Phenom" Tommy Ryder 's left goes out on him and he collapses
down to one knee.  Somehow "Pokerface" Mark Masterson finds away to
hook him up and send him down hard with a reverse neckbreaker.  Back
on the outside Nick "Always" Wright has just slammed The Tucson Kid's
face
across the guardrail breaking his nose open again.  As the blood runs
down his face Rick Marley lends a helping hand by using his tie to
choke The Tucson Kid on the outside.  The referee shouts for
"Showtime" Rick Marley to get out of they way and Rick Marley lets up.
As the referee spins around he is just in time to see "Pokerface" Mark
Masterson plant "The Phenom" Tommy Ryder with a suspicious piledriver.
"Pokerface" Mark Masterson with the cover.]




ONE ...




TWO ...




THREE !!!




[... KICKOUT!  As The Tucson Kid did earlier in the match barely
escapes once more..  "Pokerface" Mark Masterson, agitated to say the
least, grabs "The Phenom" Tommy Ryder and plants him down with another
neckbreaker.  The referee goes over towards the corner of the ring and
begins to yell out "Lady" Laurel Levinger who once again is seen
choking The Tucson Kid with his tie.  Just as the ref turns back
around is met by "The Phenom" Tommy Ryder reversing "Pokerface" Mark
Masterson's Irish whip and "Pokerface" Mark Masterson crunches the
referee knocking him down hard. "The Phenom" Tommy Ryder's jaw drops
in shock and that split that second was all it took for him to be
caught off guard with a lariat from "Pokerface" Mark Masterson.]

CL: The referee appears to be hurt but I think he's gonna be all
right.  He's just a little shaky right now.

FH: What is Rick Marley doing now?

[On the outside Nick "Always" Wright is still taking it too The Tucson
Kid as he just planted him across the steel steps knocking him out
cold.  Meanwhile, Rick Marley has just tossed "Pokerface" Mark
Masterson a chair as the downed referee has yet to regain his focus.
As "The Phenom" Tommy Ryder is getting back to his feet "Pokerface"
Mark Masterson lunges forward with the chair shot.]

CL: DUCKED BY "THE PHENOM" TOMMY RYDER! "THE PHENOM" TOMMY RYDER
FOLLOWS IT UP WITH A SUPERKICK TO THE CHAIR.

FH: THE CHAIR SMASHES ACROSS "POKERFACE" MARK MATERSON'S FACE KNOCKING
HIM OUT COLD!

CL: "THE PHENOM" TOMMY RYDER WITH THE COVER!"




ONE ...




CL: Nick "Always" Wright spins around and sees his partner in trouble.




TWO ...




FH: TRIPPED UP BY THE TUCSON KID!  The Tucson Kid was able to sweep
Nick "Always" Wright's legs out from under him.




THREE ???




*HUGE POP!*




CL: IT'S OVER!

HD: The winners of this match the team of "THE PHENOM" TOMMY RYDER and
THE TUCSON KID!!!

CL: The Tucson Kid and Tommy Ryder got revenge on The Made Men and The
Widowmakers aren't going to be happy!

FH: I know the Widowmakers well Chip.  This is far from over.  Every
corner Ryder and The Tucson Kid turns they will have to wonder "will
the Widowmakers be there"?

CL: Tonight Ryder and The Tucson Kid get to enjoy their hard fought
victory.  Lady Laurel's honor has been restored.

FH: And for what?  The Made Men may end these two punks career's when
it's over.  End Game is only the beginning for these two.

[We cut to the PVW logo ... ]

V/O: 2008 we saw the phoenix rise from the ashes.

[The logo fades to clips of various super stars ...]

V/O: In California the game ended.

[After the run down of the clips we settle in on a _STEEL CAGE_.]

V/O: A war is brewing ... We are headed to a BOILING POINT!

[Cut back to the announcers table.]

CL: Wow ... The next PVW Supercard has been announced and it will be,
Boiling Point.

FH: From the looks of it we will be having a steel cage.

CL: Folks word has it that Carl Stevenson is so sure that The Royal
Family will defeat the Wild Cards that he was able to add the
stipulation that this is a loser leave town match!

FH: It's a forgone conclusion that The Family will win.  Smart move.
He has already chased the UFO's and Michaelson off.  Why not rid the
PVW of The Wild Cards.  Why would The Wild Cards even agree to this?

CL: Well thank of it this way if The Royal Family loses not only will
they lose their PVW Tag Team Titles, but will be driven out from the
PVW!

FH: Aint going to happen.  It also means just like The UFOs and
Christopher Michaelson the Royal Family will save the PVW from trash
like The Wild Cards...

[The crowd's excitement dies down as "The Voice" Stands in the middle
of the ring ready to announce  the next match.]

HD: This match is scheduled for one fall and for the PVW TAG TEAM
CHAMPIONSHIP!

[Pop!]

HD: Introducing first the challengers ...  Weighing in at a combined
total of 540 lbs. They are "The  Gambler" Judd Marley and Black Jack
Baldwin...


Here are ...


THE WILD CARDS !!!


[The fans erupt into applause as the three men make their way down to
the ring slapping hands with  the fans as they go.  As they reach
ringside, Baldwin steps over the top rope while Marley climbs the
turnbuckle in the 'Cards' corner points out to the fans, stands on the
top and performs a backflip  into the ring to a thunderous ovation.]

FH: These two have been a thorn in my years of wrestling enjoyment for
years.  They are childish,  immature, and a disgrace to tag team
wrestling ...

CL: And you wonder why they are so popular.

HD: Their opponents...

[BOOOOOO!]

HD: At a combined weight of 700 pounds ....  Led to the ring by Carl
Stevenson...


Paul Styles and Johnathan Monarch ....


Here are ...


YOUR TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS !!!!




THE ROYAL FAMILY !!!!



[The piano exit to Layla by Derek and The Dominos starts up and the
rumble of displeasure from the  crowd significantly increases as
"Rolemodel" Paul Styles steps out from the locker room. The
confidently smiling Paul is dressed in a pale blue dress shirt with
small white stripes under a baby  blue sweater vest with a white
argyle pattern on the front. It matches smoothly with his dark blue
pants and black dress shoes.  Emerging behind him is the large, but
proud Johnathan Monarch and the  mastermind in the business, Carl
Stevenson. The trio begin heading to the ring as the fans boo
loudly.]

FH: I don't care what you people say these are two of the most
respected individuals to dawn  wrestling boots.  You can disrespect
them all you want, but they walk down this aisle with respect  for our
industry and they do their job better then anyone in the back.  The
Wild Cards will have a  fight on their hands tonight.

CL: There is no denying that The Royal Family is one of the most
decorated tag teams in wrestling  industry.

FH: Hopefully there is no shenanigans tonight by The Wild Cards.

CL: That would be un Wild Card like.

[Stevenson, Monarch, and Styles are huddled up...  The Tag Team
Champions remove their PVW Tag Team  Titles and hand it to Carl
Stevenson...]



___________    ____       ________________________________________
___  __ \_ |  / /_ |     / /
__  /_/ /_ | / /__ | /| / /    Tag Team Titles Match
_  ____/__ |/ / __ |/ |/ /  Wild Cards v. The Royal Family {c}
/_/     _____/  ____/|____________________________________________



<<< DING   DING >>>


CL: The bell is sounded and like clockwork Paul Styles steps to the
ring apron handing the keys to  Johnathan Monarch.

FH: Oddly on the Wild Cards side the smaller of the two Judd Marley is
starting things off.  Monarch  is going to eat him like a twinkee.

CL: Or a piece of pizza?

FH: You think your funny?

CL: I try to be.

FH: I wouldn't quit your day job Chip.

[With the bell sounded the light footed Judd Marley circles around the
mammoth in the center of the  ring..  Monarch shifts his weight as
Marley continues to circle.  Marley goes to tie up with Monarch,  but
goes low immediately on the right knee of Monarch...  Monarch buckles
down and this gives The  Gambler the opening and he begins chopping
away at the big man with strong kicks to that knee.]

CL: Marley is a lot more aggressiveness than you normally out there
tonight.  He is driving those  boots down into the right knee of
Monarch.

FH: Well Styles did have some mean, but true things to say about the
Marley family.

CL: Monarch getting back to his feet and swings  ....


*POP*


[Marley ducks under the big wild swing and Marley leaps on the big
mans back with a big sleeper   hold....]
CL: Marley hanging on Monarch's back with a sleeper hold... The big
man is trying to stay on his  feet!!!

FH: This could be a dangerous place for Judd.  If Monarch falls down
he may land ON TOP of Marley.   Ask Outlaw about that.

CL: Let's don't remind ourselves of that unfortunate situation.




"___THUUUUUD___"




[Monarch with what little awareness the big man has left charges
backwards smashing The Gambler into  the corner...  Monarch stands
smashing Marley with his weight near the Wild Cards corner and Jack
Baldwin charges down the apron walk way and nails Monarch with a
clothesline as he steps off...   Marley looking a bit deflated hops up
on the turnbuckles and as Monarch turns around ... ]




"___THUUUUUD___"




CL: TORNADO DDT!!!




ONE ...




TWO ...




FH: The big man kicks out!

CL: The Gambler quickly tags in Black Jack Baldwin and the two help
the big man up...

[They back Monarch back into the corner and Baldwin and Marley each
grab and arm while Monarch
is leaning against the turnbuckles... The two begin to repeatedly whip
him back first into the  unyielding surface.....]


*POP*


CL: They call this double team move, Ping Pong and I think you can see
why!! Baldwin whips Monarch  across with an Irish Whip and as the big
man stumbles out he charges forward .... BIG LEAPING  SHOULDERBLOCK
AND MONARCH ROLLS OUT OF THE RING!!!

[The Rolemodel and Carl Stevenson huddle back up with the 570 pound
angry monster...]

FH: Slow things down there is no need to panic...

CL: Here comes BLACK JACK!


*POP*


[... Baldwin dives through ropes right onto the huddled up trio on the
outside!  This raises the fans  in the Anaheim Convention Center to
their feet!]

CL: BLACK JACK ELECTRIFYING
THE CALIFORNIA FANS!

FH: They don't know any better.  They don't get good wrestling out
here very often.

CL: Baldwin is back up and taking it to Monarch some more....  He
WHIPS him towards the ring steps...




"___CLAAAANNNNG___"




FH: There goes the steps...




"___THUUUUUUUD___"




*HEEL POP*


[... Styles from behind grabbed the back of Baldwin's head and dropped
him on the outside floor with  an inverted DDT.  Judd Marley fires
inside the ring, but referee Jay O'Riley is right there to stop  The
Gambler.  Meanwhile this gives The Royal Family the opening they have
been looking for as Paul  Styles grabs the ring steps that was moved
aside and tosses it down right on the knee of Jack  Baldwin!]

CL: Marley has been cut off, but Styles isn't the legal man and he is
on the outside taking it too  Baldwin...

FH: Baldwin attacked their corner.  All's fair in war Chip.

[Finally the referee has rolled out and begins telling Styles to go
back onto the ring apron corner.. By this time Monarch is back up and
he has a hold of Baldwin and slams him down face first on the  side of
the ring apron.  He lifts him up from behind and rolls him under the
ropes...]

FH: Now Jack is in trouble.. Monarch is back inside the ring and he
looks angry.

CL: Almost like somebody stuck laxatives in his pizza.

[Monarch drops a big boot down on the mid back of Baldwin as he begins
to push himself up...  Monarch follows up by stepping on the back of
Black Jack!!!  570 pounds stands right on the mid back area of
Baldwin as he just screams in pain.]

FH: Baldwin's back has to be close to SNAPPING... He should just tap
out and save himself from a  career ending injury!

CL: Monarch now steps off as he is having words with Judd Marley....
BALDWIN ROLLS HIM UP FROM  BEHIND!!!




ONE ...




TWO ...




THREE ---




*HEEL POP!*




CL: A long two count, but monarch kicks out strongly and Baldwin holds
his back in pain...

FH: Nice try, but no cigar.
[Monarch goes back to working on Baldwin's back with a big double axe
handle...  He pulls Black Jack  up and sends him into the corner hard
with a big Irish Whip..... Baldwin bounces out and Monarch  grabs him
into a big sidewalk slam -- ]




"___THUUUUUUUUUUD___"





ONE ...





TWO ...




THREE ???




CL: NO Baldwin shoots a shoulder up! Monarch pulls Baldwin up and
drags him to his corner where he  tags in Paul Styles...


*BIG HEEL POP*


FH: The fans love Paul Styles here in California.

CL: I can tell.

[Monarch lifts Baldwin right back up and slams him down to the mat...
Paul Styles off the ropes and  drops a knee right to the forehead of
Baldwin...  He quickly leaps to his feet and grabs the big right  leg
and begins to twist it into the deadly figure four leg lock!]

CL: This could be over.. Paul Styles is a master at the figure four
leg lock.

FH: Nice try Wild Cards see you again next time.  This isn't the Ghost
Dancers these guys are  _legends_.

[The Gambler cheers his partner on... Jack Baldwin is leaning up and
tries to toss a punch at Styles, but misses... Baldwin has his hand up
and looks like he is about to tap.... But he pulls his hand up  and
reaches down by his elbow pad and as he turns to Styles a small puff
of dust comes flying up in  Paul Styles eyes....]

CL: Styles looks blinded ...

FH: Gee I wonder why!

CL: The referee looks confused as Carl Stevenson is now on the ring
apron just absolutely livid!!!!

FH: Where does the PVW find these guys.

[Styles drops the hold and Baldwin is holding his knee...  Stevenson
now has the referee's attention  and BIG Johnathan Monarch comes back
in.... BUT SO DOES JUDD!!!!  Monarch grabs Baldwin and whips him into
the ropes... He lifts him up and BIG SPINE BUSTER...]

FH: Flap Jack Baldwin now!

CL: Marley leaps ....


*DISAPPOINTING POP*



FH: MONARCH CATCHES HIM IN THE CAREER KILLER BEAR HUG!

CL: The Gambler gambled and it appears to have backfired.

[... Judd counters by spitting something from his mouth ... A mouth
full of liquid that is obviously  not saliva goes straight into
Monarch's eyes, burning him and causing him to drop Judd, who
immediately counters into the Snake-eyes submission hold (crossface
submission).]

CL: Wild Cards are out cheating the masters The Royal Family!!!
Stevenson still has the referee's  attention and ...


*HEEL POP*


[Paul Styles breaks the hold...  However Black Jack is back up and he
doesn't look happy... Styles  turns..  Gorilla Press ....  He drops
him down --  ]




"___THUUUUUUUD___"




CL: Backbreaker!!!!  He calls that the Dead Man's Hand!!!  Carl
Stevenson is HELPED right into the  ring by Jack Baldwin!!!

[Baldwin picks Carl Stevenson up in a suplex, but lands him crotch
first over the top rope, so that  the manager is straddling it...he
then grabs the rope and bounces it up and down with gusto till
Stevenson falls off to the outside!!!]

CL: Hold 'em's Revenge!!!!

FH: This is a travesty.

[Monarch charges and sends Baldwin over the top ropes...  Monarch
turns.... Judd Marley with a  dropkick and out goes the big guy...
The Gambles turns, but LOW BLOW by Paul Styles ...]


*GROAN POP!*


FH: A little pay back by Styles.  Serves him right and perhaps we wont
have anymore annoying little  Marley's running around in this world.

CL: What about Rick?

FH: He is the cool one.

[Styles grabs the forehead of Marley and begins to drag it across the
top ropes with a rope burn.   Marley stumbles holding his face and
Styles behind with a Cobra Clutch sleeper!!!]

CL: Styles looking to put this away...
 Marley trying to get to the ropes, but Styles turns him the  opposite
 way...

FH: Heads up move by the veteran!

[
Marley turns and out of desperation with a big suplex counter... Both
men lay flat on the mat as  Monarch and Baldwin have made it to their
respected corners sticking their arms out for the tag...]

CL: Styles crawling towards Monarch...  Marley is up he looks at
Baldwin then back to a crawling  Styles!! HE GRABS STYLES!!

FH: Kick him loose!

[Judd Marley yanks The Rolemodel up into a Short Arm Clothesline!
Styles hits the mat and begins  flopping around like he was just
shot.]

CL: Umm.. Appears that was the Short Arm Clothesline with a baseball
bat or something the way Styles  acted.

FH: Well we know Styles isn't 100% after that near fatal itching
powder.

[The Gambler sets Paul Styles up... He launches The Rolemodel towards
the turnbuckle...  HOT  SHOT!!!!!   Falling neckbreaker BY MARLEY!!!!]

CL: The cover by The Gambler we could have new tag team champions!




ONE ...




TWO ...




THREE ???




*HEEL POP*




FH: Styles shoots a shoulder up!  Even one of Judd's patented moves
couldn't put this legend away!

CL: Monarch is calling for the tag, but Styles is in trouble.  Marley
slaps in Baldwin and the two  work over Paul Styles...

[Judd Marley catapults Styles up .... ]




"___THUUUUUUUUUD___"




CL: RIGHT INTO A MAFIA KICK!!!!!! This baby could be over!




ONE ...




TWO ...




THREE ???




*BREAK UP PIN HEEL POP*




CL: Monarch breaks up the pin...  Referee Jay O'Riley is right there
to force Monarch out however...

FH: And Judd is coming back in..  Turn around and catch these
cheaters!

[Each Wild Card member grabs a hold of a leg of Paul Styles...  The
tag team champion shakes his head  "no" ...  Double wishbone leg
splitter !!!!!]


*HUGE POP!*


FH: This is such a disgrace to wrestling... It's a disgrace to
California... It's a disgrace to THE  UNITED STATES OF AMERICA!

CL: Tell us how you really feel.

[Baldwin steps back to the outside as Judd Marley drops down and hooks
the leg again.]




ONE ...




TWO ...




THREE ???




FH: THANK GOD ALMIGHTY!!!  Styles with another shoulder up at the very
last second...  You can't beat  greatness Judd!

CL: Stevenson and Monarch thought they were done for on that one...
However the legend continues to  fight on in the middle of the ring.

FH: You can't beat Paul Styles you can only hope to contain him.

CL: I'm not sure if it's even possible to contain him.

FH: You have that right.

CL: I think we are talking about two different things, but getting
back to the match...  Judd whips  him into the ropes... Styles ducks
under a clothesline attempt.  Judd goes for a hiptoss, but Styles
blocks it and slams a forearm right into the chops of Marley....
Marley stumbles backwards and Styles  turns to retreat to his corner,
but HE RUNS INTO THE WRONG CORNER ...]

CL: Baldwin waves as Styles put his hands up and begins to beg Baldwin
off... He backs right into ...


*HUGE POP!*


[Judd Marley grabs Styles and unloads rights...  He whips Styles into
the corner and Styles nails the  corner and flips up and over onto the
ring apron... Marley grabs him on the outside and goes to  suplex in
back in, but Styles blocks it..... Styles lifts him up and ONTO THE
OUTSIDE --- ]




"___THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"




FH: Styles just suplexed Judd Marley out of the ring and onto the hard
cement on the outside!

CL: Styles rolls back into the ring and crawls towards Monarch tagging
the big man right back into  the ring...  Monarch isn't stepping
inside the ring however he is back on the outside pulling Judd to  his
feet...




"___THUUUUD___"




"___THUUUUD___"




"___THUUUUD___"




FH: Monarch is slamming Marley's head repeatedly into the side of the
ring apron....

CL: Monarch rolls The Gambler back in and follows suit... He is off
the ropes and BIG SPLASH!!!!!




ONE ...




TWO ...




*POP!*




CL: BALDWIN BREAKS THE PIN UP!!!!

[Monarch is slow getting back to his feet, but he pulls the dazed
Marley up with him.. He sets him up  and lifts up.... ]




"___THUUUUUUUUD___"




CL: BIG POWERBOMB BY MONARCH AND HE FLATTENED MARLEY!

FH: He was such a swell guy.. He tried so hard to be like his brother,
but in the end he failed well  because he sucks!

CL: You should really let go of your hatred for The Wild Cards Fred.

FH: They stuffed me in an industrial pain shaker!

CL: Whoever let you out should be arrested.

FH: Huh?

CL: Nothing.  Monarch hooks the leg!  This could be it!




ONE ...




TWO ...




THREE ???




*HUGE POP!*




CL: JUDD MARLEY JUST SHOT A SHOULDER UP!!!  Monarch is climbing up to
the second turnbuckle.. This  could only spell Air Monarch...

FH: Finish him on Big John!
[... He Leaps ...]





"___THUUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"




*HUGE TEAR DOWN THE ROOF POP!*




CL: MARLEY JUST GOT OUT OF THE WAY!!!!!!!

FH: ACK!

[Marley crawling towards Baldwin who is ready to steamroll through the
ropes...  Monarch turns to  grab him, but ....]




*HOT TAG MASSIVE POP!*




FH: NOT BALDWIN!

CL: YES IT'S BLACK JACK!!!!

[Baldwin rushes in on fire!  Big right... Big right... He has Monarch
reeling and whips him into the  ropes and Baldwin fly's off with a big
shoulderblock!
Monarch is stumbling and Baldwin LIFTS UP  MONARCH ALL 570 POUNDS AND
SLAMS HIM DOWN WITH A BODY SLAM!!]




"___THUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"




*MASSIVE POP!*





FH: BALDWIN IS ON ROIDS!!!! TEST HIM!

CL: WHAT A DISPLAY OF STRENGTH!!!

[Paul Styles rushes in ---  Tilt-a-whirl ....]




"___THUUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"




CL: INTO A PILEDRIVER!!!!! BALDWIN CALLS THAT THE ROULETTE!!!

FH: Poor Styles!! He took one for the team!!!

[Carl Stevenson is back up on the ring apron and Baldwin sends him
off!!!!!  The fans are on their  feet and loving it, but Monarch grabs
Baldwin from behind -- ]




"___THUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"




CL: SIDEWALK SLAM!




ONE ...




TWO ...




*SAVING POP!*




CL: JUDD MARLEY WITH A KNEE TO THE MID BACK OF MONARCH!

FH: He made Monarch mad!

[Monarch is up and grabs Marley and lifts him up ... MARLEY POKES HIM
IN THE EYES ...]

CL: Marley with a heads up eye poke!  Marley off the ropes....
MONARCH CATCHES HIM AGAIN!!!!

FH: CAREER KILLER!!!!!!!!!  MARLEY IS TAPPING !!!!

CL: Marley isn't the legal man...

[Monarch continues to squeeze ....  Carl Stevenson is back up and he
is telling the referee to raise  the hand.]




*FACE POP!*




CL: BLACK JACK IS ON THE TOP ROPES!!!

FH: Watch out.....

[Paul Styles rushes up to counter.. The two begin to swing away...
Monarch continues to squeeze the  life out of Marley!!! Baldwin trap's
both of Styles's arms while facing him... He then fires a series  of
fast, hard head butts into his face, nose and head.]

CL: Double Down on the top ropes!!!!!!  Styles flies off!!!!




*POP!*








FH: Marley's back is about to snap!!!




"___THUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"




CL: FLYING Shoulder Block by Baldwin breaks the Career Killer...
Marley drops to the ground!!!!   Baldwin nailing Monarch with massive
forearms... He goes to whip him across, but Monarch reverses it  and
.... MONARCH CATCHES BALDWIN IN THE CAREER KILLER BEAR HUG!!!

FH: HAAA!!!!




*FACE POP!*




FH: WHAT?!?!

CL: MARLEY CHOPS MONARCH FROM BEHIND THEN CRUMBLES!!!!!!!!  BALDWIN ON
TOP ...




ONE ...




TWO ...




[Baldwin sticks his legs up on the ropes ... with a big smile and
thumbs up ...]




THREE !!!




FH: NOOOO!  HE HAD HIS LEGS ON THE ROPES!!!




*MASSIVE POP!*




CL: The Wild Cards BEAT The Royal Family at their OWN GAME!!!!!

FH: I can't believe this!  Instant Replay!! Throw in the red flag!!

CL: It's time to get WILD baby!




HD: The Winner of the match and NEW PVW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS ....


THE WILD CARDS ! ! ! ! ! !




*HUGE POP!*




CL: The Wild Cards have done it.  They are the new PVW Tag Team
Champions and what champions do they  make!

[Monarch has rolled to the outside as Styles has finally came too....
Stevenson is livid as Judd  Marley and Jack Baldwin hold up the PVW
Tag Team Titles...]

CL: The Royal Family have used the same tactics for years in stealing
victories and tonight they were beaten at their own game.

FH: Stevenson needs to march right to Mr. Willingham's office.  This
can't happen!

CL: Listen to the crowd!!




NA NA NAAAAA NA!!!!  NA NA NAAAAA NA!!!!


HEY HEY HEY ....


GOOOOOD BYE!!!!!




CL: The Royal Family is leaving California WITH OUT THE PVW
TITLES!!!!!   And remember Carl Stevenson put the Royal Family's JOBS
on the line too...

FH: Listen to this disrespect....  Guys like The Royal Family doesn't
have to take this!  There has to be a loop hole.  We can't gone on
with out The Royal Family... THE PVW NEEDS THE FAMILY.

CL: Carl Stevenson put forth the challenge and The Wild Cards over
came!

[Stevenson in the ring arguing with the referee... He is trying to
explain that Baldwin used the ropes to gain the victory...]

CL: The referee isn't having ANY of it!!! Stevenson is on his knees
begging to re-start the match!!!

FH: Brings a tear to my eyes.  Look at the love for PVW and the
industry for Stevenson.

CL: Whatever!  He just didn't want to LOSE!   Styles just realized
that he is done with PVW and he is storming up the aisle way with
Monarch slowly behind...  Stevenson is still in the ring... He looks
up and Baldwin and Marley are on the turnbuckles waving good bye to
Styles and Monarch.

FH: SHOW SOME RESPECT!!!!

CL: I'm not sure if this night can get _any_ better, but we still have
The PVW Heavyweight Championship and Barbwire Hell!

FH: I am already in hell ...

[We cut backstage again ...]

TK: Mr. Craven?  I got something here that belongs to you.

[Tucson holds out Craven's gas mask, freshly lifed from the WMI locker
room.  Looking up from the concrete floor, the green, shark-toothed
man-monster locks eyes with the lenses of his favorite all-time ring
attire.]

WC: Wha?  How?

TK: I decided to appropriate it, seein' as how I was generally lookin'
for an excuse to belt one of them anyway.  But they were all out of
the locker room, so I figured why not?  They can't claim I stole
somethin' that wasn't theirs.

[Fairly frothing at the mouth, Bill stands, hunched, and grasping at
the air while advancing on an apprehensive Tucson Kid.]

WC: Give ... give it to me!

[The Kid seems more startled than anything, but once that passes,
there's no real fear in his demeanor.  He just holds it out like he
was handing something to anybody, placing it in Craven's hands.]

TK: Sure thing.  Here.

[Unbelieving, slack-jawed, Bill deftly reverses grips and slips the
mask on like a different man might slip on a glove.  He grasps the
wire trailing from the mask, activating the mask's red "eyes".]

WC: Mission accomplished, soldier.

[His words spoken in a way that would make Darth Vader proud, Bill
stands fully upright for the first time and gives a sharp salute.
Wavering slightly, as if unsure how to act, he waits for Tucson's
response.  The Kid, being himself a veteran, decides to go ahead and
humor Bill.  After all, if it was the war that  made him what he is,
he can surely relate to that.  And so, he salutes.]

TK: Thank you, sir.

[Nodding, Bill drops his own hand, seeming assured by the Kid's
demeanor.]

WC: Where did you serve?

TK: Well, in 2003, around May, I was deployed to Iraq, 3rd Infantry
Division, Army.  "Rock of the Marne".  Mainly south of Baghdad, a few
times into the city, a few times further south, but mainly out in the
field.  Got back about a year ago, finished wrestling school then.

[Going stiff for a moment, Bill takes the mask back off, seemingly
dropping all pretense.]

WC: 1990, first Iraq war ... the one everybody agrees about.

[Honestly surprised, it's apparent that Craven feels a connection with
the Tucson Kid.]

WC: I enlisted in 1988, but ... there wasn't much going on.  Just got
stationed in Germany a few years, then called up for the 'Storm.

[Tucson sits and looks at Bill, listening earnestly.]

WC: I thought ... the thrill of combat, like in the movies ... I
thought I'd finally experience it.  So, it was so disappointing.  The
enemy, they folded so quickly.  I was part of a unit that hammered
north from Saudi Arabia while airstrikes were peppering Iraq.  Kuwait
was freed quickly, but when the push started into Iraq...

[Bill frowns, remembering unpleasant thoughts.]

WC: All these men, laying down their arms.  I grabbed a guy, and
started frisking him for weapons, and his wife was just begging me in
... Farsi, I think.  The people, they thought we were either going to
kill them all, or kill Saddam and set them free.

[Sitting down himself, Bill holds the gas mask between his knees,
fiddling with the light switch for the lenses.  Light goes off.]

WC: It was pitiful.  They gave up so quickly, and our occupation was
so brief.  Word came that President Bush, uh, the first one ... I
don't know ... how old are you?

[Light goes on.]

TK: Not very, but I follow what you're saying.

WC: No, I mean ... you look like, not like my son, but ... his age.

[His ice blue eyes looking soulful, Bill stares hard at the Kid in an
effort to see his soul.  Tucson leans back.  A faraway look was in the
Kid's normally wild eyes, as he related his history.]

TK: Wellsir, I am at present twenty-three.  See, 'round about 2001,
2002... I was mixed up in it pretty bad.  A know-nothin' punk kid that
lived in a gang, didn't have family or discipline or any concept of
the real world.

TK: I showed up at a wrestling show one time, we watched the show, and
afterwards we were gonna show some big-talkin' wrestler what a phony
he was in the parkin' lot afterwards.

[Sitting, surprised at virtually every sentence spoken to him, Bill is
truly enraptured in what tucson is saying.]

TK: So about half of us got put in the hospital, as you can imagine.

WC: Yes.  Heh, yes.

TK: And the guy we jumped on, he was talkin' the whole time.  Askin'
us why.  It was funny, because normally ya get that from someone
terrified, someone that's a victim.  Not a guy that pulled the door
off the car ya pulled up in and hit ya with it.

[Blink.  Blink.  Bill blinks a third time.  Light goes off.]

WC: Anybody ... anyone I know?

TK: Maybe.  Name of Brent Mueller.  One of the Outlaws... not to be
confused with our Outlaw.  You know.  Anyway, a couple of us stopped
fightin' after it was obvious that this was an idiot fight.  And he
told us this was the kinda thing that got guys like us killed.

TK: Then his partner Holliday pulled out his piece, put it in my
eyesocket, and pulled the trigger.  After I emptied my drawers, he
said he kept one gun empty for kids and one gun loaded for men.

WC: Holliday?  Doc Holliday?

TK: Yeah.  Anyway, Mueller gave the few of us that had the sense to
stop fightin' an address.  He said any time any of us got serious
about turnin' our life around an' had no idea what to do, go there.

    After... after my friend Carl got shot two months later, I
    remembered that.  Realized that not everyone left a gun empty for
    kids, and went to the address.  It was their wrestling school.
    Brent runs it, the Keening School branch in Tucson.

WC: I ... used to live off Eight Mile, so I understand guns, the power
they have.  Lost a few friends myself.

[Bill shakes his head, stunned by the story he's heard.]

WC: And I know Holliday from a few places.  Decent guy.  He handled
that situation a lot better than ... than I would have.  Hell, I even
taught at the Keening School when it first opened.  I'm not the
gentlest instructor though.  It was a class, heh, a class on applying
martial arts in a wrestling ring, if you can believe that.

TK: Oh, yeah.  We had a guy some in named Fushinoshi that did that.
Right before Spectre ended his career in Philadelphia.  Small frickin'
world.

WC: But you attended the school?

TK: Brent told me he'd put me through with no charge if I stayed off
the streets and worked the odd jobs the place needed done to stay
open.  I had no option, so I figured why not.  Wasn't sure about
wrestling then, but it was a place to go and a thing to do.  Then Doc
got talkin' to me.

    He talked to me because he was the same as me.  Had no family, no
    chance.  All he had was Mueller watchin' his back growin' up and
    bullyin' him to stay in school.  I didn't even have that much, so
    he decided to make me a project.  When I finally decided, "hell
    with it, I'm gonna grow up and be a man", I did something really
    dumb.

[Incredulously, Bill cocks an eyebrow, but Tucson continues on, lost
in his own tale.]

TK: I joined the Army... for the wrong reason.  Doc took me aside and
told me that yeah, the Army would make a man out of me.  But bein' at
war, I had to have a better reason than that to be there, or I
wouldn't make it out alive.  And he was right, but it took three or
four of my friends bein' killed in the field to find that other
reason.  But for... I don't know, luck or God or whatever, it would
have been me that died and one of them that found a reason to fight.

    Now when I came back, I wanted to try and show people that didn't
    know, people like me, there was a way out.  And hopefully without
    anyone dying on them.  That price... that was too high.  So I
    finished out my training, an' here I am.

[Blink.  More blinking.  Bill nods, impressed.]

WC: All this by twenty-three...  I'll be honest with you.  More honest
than I've ever been with anyone else in my life.  I would still be in
the Army today if I could.  My discharge was against my will.  I was
given a section 8.

[Nodding, Tucson feigns surprise at Bill's discharge for mental
illness.]

TK: Huh.

[Probing his shark-like teeth with his tongue, Bill continues.]

WC: People think that the war made me crazy.  It's not that.  From my
dad, who was crazy, being abusive, I've got the childhood excuse and
the abuse excuse.  Yes, the war had an impact, but it's nothing
compared to what's gone down these past five years.  I couldn't make
it work with the woman I loved, and she left me.  Our son ... grew up
almost entirely without my presence.  He's 21 now.  Hates me.  I went
from terrorizing Detroit, to almost killing ... well, a cocky Colonel
wanted to mess with an enlisted man, and so he chose me.  I was just a
Sergeant, newly promoted.  I hurt him because he made fun of my
divorce...

[Shrugging, Bill looks hard into Tucson's eyes, and speaks earnestly.]

WC: Meeting you, the first soldier I've spoken to in probably a year,
reminds me of why that one act, breaking the legs of a man who could
make or break my military career, was the biggest mistake of my life.
You ... you made it through.  It didn't break you.

WC: If I had my way, I'd be more like you.  Honorable discharge, my
time served, G.I. Bill paying my way through college.  But I suppose
nothing could have changed the path I was on.  From day one, battle
was all I could understand.  All I knew.  It was everything.

[Bill falls silent, seeming morose.  Tucson nods.]

TK: No, it sure doesn't look like it broke me, but it killed the
people around me.  And I find the more I dwell on that, the more power
it has over me.  So I try to remember, but never to dwell.  That's not
easy.  I have my nightmares too.  We all do.

[As he says 'we', he points a finger at the gas mask, to denote 'we,
the veterans'.]

TK: The other people don't understand it, and you know what?  I'm glad
for that, because I don't think I'd want them to have to understand
it.  I can't lie and say I'm bad off, and I sure as hell am not gonna
fetch for sympathy.  But I do understand, even if it is only a small
bit, of where you are coming from.

WC: Thank you.  It's ... been so long since last I heard that.  I ...
I read recently that less than one percent of Americans serve now.
For the life of me, I can't understand the complacency.  “This we'll
defend!”  We would shout it, comrades all ... speaking of the homeland
so far from the soils on which we stood.

TK: It is what it is, man.  The media spreads fear, and I can't blame
people for fear.  All I can do is try and show them the truth, and
take that fear away.

[Staring at Tucson Kid, and finding him looking back, unblinkingly,
Bill stands, extending his hand.]

WC: You really are an amazing young man.  What did you say your name
is?

TK: I... like to leave it anonymous.  Because when I went and called
myself the Spirit Of Arizona, and all that, the idea was that any
young man could put himself in my shoes.  Maybe find a bit of the
Spirit inside themselves and go do something.  So go ahead and call me
the Tucson Kid.  Or just Tucson, or Kid, or whatever.

[Tucson fetches his wallet from his gym bag, and shows his driver's
license to Bill.]

TK: But just so you know what the government calls me...

[Bill's lips purse as he tries to focus on the license.  Nodding, he
pulls out his own wallet, showing it to the 'Kid.]

TK: Your license photo is better than mine.

WC: I agree.  Your haircut looks different than the one you have now.
People might not think it's actually your license.

[Blink.]

WC: And ... you're wrestling tonight?

TK: I wrestled a bit earlier.  Myself and Tommy Ryder against the Made
Men.  You would have been prepping for your own match at the time.  I
was... I was so ticked at the way those people operate, at the way
they like to take advantage of people, that I wanted to do a good turn
for somebody they wronged.  So, I got your mask.

WC: Sorry.  I'm, I tend to miss ... a lot.  For some reason, I get so
focused, I sometimes don't notice what everyone else is doing.

[More blinking from the frequently blinking Bill.]

WC: You've been fighting against Marley's faction?

TK: Vaguely.  Just those two.  One of them jumped on Tommy Ryder's
girl.  Literally.  Just some punk trying to make a name by cheap-
shotting a woman, because in his twisted view, it makes him look like
some hardass.  So when they double-teamed Tommy the next, I went out
there.  I hate it... HATE IT... when some pumped-up jackass thinks the
world revolves around him and everyone else exists for their benefit.
That's the kind of mentality that leads a man to attack a woman for no
reason.

TK: And I use the word "man" loosely.

[His eyes narrowing, Bill rubs his chin.]

WC: I ... see.  That was something else I suppose I missed.  Kid,
there are some things I must take care of.  I will be seeing you soon.

[Once more extending his hand for Tucson to shake, this time just
grabbing it an shaking vigorously, Bill claps him on the shoulder with
the heavy gas mask, making the cruiserweight grunt from the impact.]

WC: Oh, and thanks again for my mask.

[Walking briskly, Bill departs the locker room, leaving Tucson alone
with his thoughts.  Cut back to the announce table.]

CL: Wow that is the most indepth we have ever seen inside William
Craven.  It appears somebody on the roster may have touched the right
buttons.

FH: It was a touching story, but The Mercenary doesn't care who you
are and why you do things.  He only cares about the contract that is
drawn up.

CL: So the Tucson Kid was trained by the Doc himself.  Things are
starting to make a lot more sense around here.

FH: I'm shocked the Holliday didn't teach him to be smarter then this.
He was a Widowmaker... Hell Holliday bled WMI.. Holliday WAS WMI..as
much as anyone not named Magnus Colby was.

CL: The Tucson Kid is his own man.  You have to admire the kid.  He
has made a lot of bad choices in his life, but standing at Tommy Ryder
and everything I've seen from him so far inside the PVW he has been a
model rolemodel.  Speaking of Craven and The Mercenary it's time to
see these two soldiers battle.


HD: Introducing first .... Weighing in at two hundred and sixty five
pounds... Wrestling
out of The Bunker ...


Here is ...


The Mercenary !!!


[The sounds of approaching helicopters comes over the PA system. They
get louder and louder getting almost deafening, and then get quieter,
as if they were passing overhead. Just as they fade away to nothing,
machine gun bursts take their place. A few seconds later, a whistling
sound is heard, and then 4 large explosions rock the arena, one right
after the other. A large smoke screen engulfs the entranceway,
blocking it off from view. Just as the smoke reaches its maximum
density, "Die Hard the Hunter" by Def Leppard comes blasting out
through the sound system.

A figure can then be seen making his way through the smoke. He comes
to the edge of the entrance way, where he can be plainly seen, and
stops to look over the crowd, soaking in their reaction. Getting his
fill, he makes his way down to the ring, ignoring the fans that reach
out to him, focused totally on the task at hand. He slowly climbs the
ring steps, and gets into the ring.]

CL: No running buddies?  I'm a bit surprised.  Where's Widowmakers
Inc?

FH: This is business, Chip. The Mercenary is a professional...plus the
ref is less likely to clear ringside after the match has already
started.

CL: Figures...

HD: His opponent ... Weighing in at three hundred and twenty pounds
...  From Detroit, Michigan!!!!


Here is ...


The Motor City Madman himself ...


William Craven !!!



[The camera focuses on the entrance portal, which is silent, and
empty.]

FH: I know I'm the new guy, Chip, so don't take this as me telling you
guys how to run the show ... but isn't there usually music or
something when a wrestler comes out?  For that matter ... don't they
usually come out?

CL: I can't fathom what's ... actually, I can.  William Craven was
Major Damage for over six months in PVW.  He's probably having an
identity crisis.

[Confused, Merc looks around the ring, towards the back, even taking a
moment to check under his shoes with a bit of a smirk.]

CL: I know he's not changed his theme music yet, and he's just now
gotten his gas mask back.  I can see the referee is starting the ten
count now.

[Looking more confident than the day is long, Mercenary leans against
the top turnbuckle.  Suddenly, a small shriek is heard from among the
crowd.  He pays no notice.]

FH: I have to wonder if he no-shows, if the PVW will even keep the guy
on.

CL: William Craven will be disqualified from contention in this match
if he cannot get into the ring by the time the referee finishes cou--

[Suddenly, the Mercenary falls flat on his face, and is slid
backwards, crotch-first into the corner post.]

FH: WHAT THE HELL!?

[The crowd is going wild, the Mercenary is clearly questioning his
ability to make babies any more, and a gas mask with red, glowing eyes
peeks up over the ring apron to look at him dead over.  FACE POP~!]

CL: CRAVEN!

FH: Where'd he come from!?

[Pulling Merc out by one arm, Bill allows him to swing off the mat and
splat onto the floor.  The screen splits, and shows Bill, in the
crowd, on the floor, from an aerial perspective.  At one point, he
stops to give a shouting woman the “hush” finger.]

CL: He belly-crawled!  Like a soldier in the trenches!

[More shouting from the crowd as Craven starts winging some sort of
club, Bill brings it down repeatedly onto The Mercenary's back as
referee slides out of the ring and starts shouting at the big freak.]

FH: What the hell is that!?

CL: A bo'ken!  A wooden samurai sword!

[Ignoring the ref, Bill continues to lash out with his weapon, hitting
the struggling Mercenary, and then getting the ref in the face with
his elbow as Merc fires a leg up and back, connecting squarely into
Craven's crotch.]

CL: He hit the referee!  Mike Meekly stumbles to the mat, shaking his
head and dazed.

FH: No DQ if the match isn't started!  For either of them!

[Fighting back to his feet, Bill puts his wooden sword up under Merc's
chin as he gets to his knees, plants a knee on the back of his head,
and tumbles forward.  Merc's left in a gasping heap on the floor as
Bill turns to the entryway...and the three forms marching towards the
ring..."Showtime" Rick Marley, "Pokerface" Mark Masterson and Nick
"Always" Wright.]

CL: They've got to get this one in the ring...especially before the
Widowmakers turned this into a damned handicap match!

FH: That's sort of a given when you're dealing with Widowmakers Inc,
Chip...you take on one, you take on all of 'em.

CL: Craven is licking his lips...and the Meekly is back up and
blocking Craven off and pointing into the ring...he's threatening to
throw the whole thing out if he doesn't get in there!

FH: It might be for the best...he doesn't want to get exposed for the
big phony that he is and cry some more, does he?

[The official then heads down to the ring and begins gesturing to the
back!]

CL: Looks like the official is trying to run off WMI! We'll get a fair
match out of this yet!

FH: What's Marley waving in his face...looks like one of the passes
they hand out for press and managers.

[Craven stands tense and waiting as Merc has come back to his feet,
glaring into the ring. Meanwhile, the official reads over the pass and
shakes his head, handing it back to Marley and moving out of WMI's
way!]

CL: You've got to be KIDDING me!  It appears that Rick Marley has been
certified as a manager by Strickland Sports Network!

FH: I'm sure his guidance will be invaluable.

[Meekly rolls into the ring and signals for the bell as Merc warily
enters with Craven.  Marley takes up a position in front of the
announce table, a black gym bag slung over his shoulder.  Masterson
moves to his right, Merc's Haliburton firmly in hand, as Wright takes
up a post on Marley's left, smiling and waving at Craven as the
official calls for the bell.]

CL: This isn't supposed to be a lumberjack match.  This is supposed to
be two men squaring off to see who's better.

FH: Are you saying that "plays well with others" isnt' important,
Chip?  Just because Craven doesn't have any friends--

CL What about Brian Young?

FH: --Just because Merc has BETTER friends, it's no reason to punish
him.




___________    ____       ________________________________________
___  __ \_ |  / /_ |     / /
__  /_/ /_ | / /__ | /| / /    One on One Grudge Match
_  ____/__ |/ / __ |/ |/ /  William Craven v. The Mercenary
/_/     _____/  ____/|____________________________________________



<<< DING   DING >>>


CL: And there's FINALLY the bell, and the match is underw--

FH: Well that didn't take long, huh?

[Not waiting any longer, both men rush forward and begin unloading
with haymakers, delivering bone-jarring punches, and absorbing the
same in return.  Craven's size advantage starts to play out as he
starts to advance on The Mercenary, pushing him back towards the
ropes with each successive punch.]

CL: And the big man is starting to assert his strength advantage as
The Mercenary is pushed back into the ropes...Merc counters the
barrage of strikes with  a kneelift to Craven's gut that stuns the
green monster momentarily, allowing the smaller man to grab him by his
head and place his opponent against the ropes!

FH: And to put him so that his back is to Nick Wright!  Here's where
WMI turns out to be like American Express: membership has its
advantages.

[Wright reaches out and grabs Craven's right leg, holding tight as
Mark Masterson hops up on the apron and shouts for the referee,
pointing at something in Craven's pants.]

CL: It looks like Masterson is claiming that William Craven has a
foreign object in the back of his pants...and Nick Wright just yanked
hard on Craven's leg, taking him off balance and allowing Merc to
catch the back of his head and bring a hard knee up into Craven's
face!

FH: I'd say that's a trip to the dentist, but I think Craven's been
there enough already.

CL: Merc is quickly on Craven as Wright lets go of his foot.  Merc
drops a knee across Craven's head, then tears off that gas mask and
proceeds to start chewing on Craven's forehead!

FH: Didn't anyone tell him that he's not IN the match with Rob Cole
and The Spectre?

[Craven's reaction isn't what you'd expect someone being chewed on.
No flailing, no panic. Instead, the Motor City Madman grabs the back
of Merc's head with is right hand and starts to fire away with his
left, breaking the "hold".]

CL: Craven punches his way out and Merc is shaking his head to clear
away some bell ringing that he was just subjected to.

FH: Hard as his head is, when Bill Craven punches you, you feel it.

CL: Both men unsteadily up to their feet...and Mercenary lunges at the
side of Craven's knee, taking him down with a hard chop block.

FH: And look at WMI cheering that move.  They like the strategy.

CL: They are indeed, Fred...I'm not sure they have in mind, but
they're the only ones cheering for him right now, I assure you!

FH: Yeah, well some people have no taste.

[While the announcers banter, Merc stays on top of Craven, swiftly
grabbing his leg and dropping a pair of fast, hard kneedrops, which
Craven responds to by simply grimacing and firing a knife-hand strike
into the Mercenary's throat, stopping the hired gun in his tracks and
leaving him gasping for air, clutching at his neck.]

CL: Craven is up and shaking out his leg a bit as The Mercenary's
tactics seem to be having an effect.

FH: Rumor has it that Craven's human...I haven't seen any evidence to
this effect, but that's the rumor.

CL: Craven plants on his left foot and lashes out with a standing
roundhouse kick to the head that causes Mercenary to stumble into the
corner...Craven rushes in after him with a high impact clothesline
that leaves his victim slumped in the corner Craven standing close
in...AND HE STARTS TO BITE MERCENARY'S HEAD!  PAYBACK FOR MERC DOING
IT TO HIM!

FH: This is totally different!  Craven's a sick freak who sharpens his
teeth!  Merc's just a red meat loving kinda guy...and when Merc did it
was for science...he wanted to see if Craven bled red like the rest
of us.

[Mike Meekly starts the count on Craven, who breaks at 4 1/2, Merc's
face now wearing a crimson mask to match Craven's]

CL: Apparently these two decided they wanted to race Cole and Spectre
for "who can bleed faster during their match".

FH: Never count out Brian Young in a contest like that...I swear to
God, that man's a hemophiliac.

CL: Mike Meekly stands between the two men, admonishing Craven, who
ignores him and shoves past, grabbing onto The Mercenary's neck with
both hands and choking the life out of him!

FH: SEE!  Craven's a big cheater!  Why don't you scream at him like
you do at poor misunderstood Mercenary?

CL: I understand The Mercenary just fine, Fred.

[Once again Meekly starts his count and Craven breaks the choke at 4
1/2.  Meekly standing right in Craven's face now, threatening to throw
the match out unless he gets himself under some control.  Craven's
expression shows that he's completely unconcerned by this
prospect...right up until he sees Rick Marley hop up onto the apron
again.]

CL: Marley is up on the apron, yelling at the referee, which draws
both the official AND Craven over!

FH: Run Rick, he's scented blood!

[As Craven thunders towards him, Marley's eyes go wide as saucers and
he quickly jumps down off of the apron and starts jawing at the big
green freak.  Craven seems willing to go after the smaller man
immediately, only to get grabbed by Meekly once again and told that
he needs to stay in the ring...leading to all three men arguing
loudly.]

CL: Marley is distracting everyone while The Mercenary recovers in the
corner.

FH: He's doing better than recover...Mark Masterson just passed him
something!  He's got a white packet in his right hand!

CL: Craven is now finished with Marley and turns to go back and deal
with Merc while Marley continues to argue with Meekly!  OH!  Merc just
tossed a handful of salt directly into Craven's face!  The big green
monster's hands are up...and Merc lunges forward with an UGLY dropkick
to the front of his knee!

FH: And Craven's now down on the mat, blind, and trying to clear out
his eyes!  Not a place you want to be with a guy like The Mercenary in
the ring with you!

[Meekly turns around to see Craven and then glares at Marley for a
moment, who responds by holding up his hands in protest.  Craven turns
over onto his stomach, trying to climb to his feet, only to get a
soccer kick to the gut from The Mercenary that sends him back down
to the mat, gasping for breath.]

CL: Merc moves up and grabs Craven's leg again...and SPIKES in into
the mat!  The Mercenary has been relentless in his attack on Craven's
right knee since the start of this match!

FH: No one can accuse him of being stupid.  Craven's a big strong guy
with a MMA background. It's tough to work your style if you can barely
stand though...and Merc has been counting on that from the start!

CL: Merc moves in once again as Craven tries to shake out that leg and
sits in the middle of Craven's back...and starts gouging and the wound
in his forehead!

FH: Apparently Merc doesn't feel that they're bleeding equally.

[Meekly once again starts a count, Merc pressing as far as he can
before letting go, and now standing up and arguing with Meekly as
Craven crawls over to the corner to pull himself up to a vertical
base.]

CL: Bill went to the wrong part of town again...Marley dug into that
gym bag as Craven crawled towards him...

FH: Oh no...he's got Merc's 2nd favorite toy...a Coal Miner's Glove!

CL: Craven grabs the ropes...and gets clubbed in the side of the head
by that glove...and again!

FH: That...doesn't seem to be working like Marley thought it would.

[The second hit seems to clear Craven's head, as his blood-shot eyes
go wide.  The green skinned madman's face is inches from Marley's as
he lets out a blood-curdling bellow and rolls out of the ring.]

FH: He's cheating again!  Get him back in the ring!

CL: Mike Meekly is still arguing with The Mercenary as Craven blocks a
third swing of the Coal Miner's Glove and responds with a VICIOUS
lariat that steamrolls over Marley!  Nick Wright is on the way and
catches a Yakuza Kick to the face that sends him hard to the floor
as Mark Masterson approaches with Merc's Haliburton!

FH: That'll equalize things!

CL: Masterson swings...and Craven ducks underneath!  He keeps right on
going and rolls into the ring!  He moves in on Merc, who shoves Meekly
out of the way...Merc swings...Craven ducks and traps the arm on the
way around!  T-Bone Suplex!

FH: SOMEBODY STOP HIM!

CL: Craven still favoring that right leg slightly as he grabs Merc's
feet...and hits a Wheelbarrow suplex!

FH: Okay, enough of the suplex tour...

CL: Craven immediately on top of him...AND HE LOCKS ON A CRUCIFIX
KNEEBAR!  HE'S TRYING TO TEAR MERCENARY'S LEG OFF!

FH: Not if Masterson has anything to say about it!

[While Mike Meekly is distracted asking Mercenary if he submits, Mark
Masterson grabs Merc's outstretched hand and pulls him closer to the
ropes, allowing Mercenary to grab the bottom rope to force a break.]

CL: Oh come on!  Meekly calling for a break from Craven, who doesn't
seem like he wants to let go...

FH: The big goof probably can't remember how to count to five.  I
think that's why he doesn't wear shoes to the ring...in case he needs
to get up to twenty.

CL: Craven finally releases the hold with another shriek, coming to
his feet and charging the far ropes as Mercenary comes to his
feet...no!  He fell down!

FH: He got a bit of an assist from Wright!  Wright tripped him as he
made the turn off of the ropes.

CL: Widowmakers Inc, buying precious time for their stable-mate to
recover as Craven whirls and starts through the ropes to go after
Wright while Meekly checks on Mercenary!

FH: They need three refs for this match!  Rick Marley just came around
the corner and connected on Craven with that Coal Miner's Glove,
knocking him back into the ring!

CL: Mercenary is over and grabs the stunned Craven from behind and
spins him around... boot to the gut...and PILEDRIVER!  Merc with the
cover!




ONE ...




TWO ...




NO!




FH: I think you need a bazooka to keep this guy down.

CL: STRONG kick out from Craven sends Merc off of him and almost
through the ropes!

FH: Hulk mad.

CL: Merc is back on his feet, and points at Mike Meekly in warning
before slapping his hand three times...seems like he's disagreeing
with the speed on Meekly's count.

FH: Hey, Merc knows what he's owed...and after a piledriver, he's owed
a three count.

CL: Craven coming slowly to his feet and Merc stops right in front of
him...SLAPS THE TASTE OUT OF HIS MOUTH!  C'MON, THERE'S NO CALL FOR
THAT!

FH: Merc thought he saw a mosquito!  He just saved William Craven from
West Nile Virus!

CL: Craven turns slowly around, his face expressionless as he points
at Merc and dares him to do it again.

FH: See, I don't see how this is a good idea...asking to get hit again
just means that  you're gonna get HIT again!

CL: Merc with another slap!  Craven dares him again, taking a step
forward...and Merc with a shrug, slaps him a third time!

FH: I've seen websites where you have to pay to see this sorta
thing...'course it's normally chicks doing it there...

CL: Normally?  Never mind.  Craven daring Merc to slap him again...and
Merc responds with a three stooges style eye poke that derails Craven!

FH: No matter how mean and tough you are, it's difficult to toughen up
your eyeballs.

CL: I don't know what's taken more of a beating this match, Craven's
right knee or his eyes. Craven stumbles away as Mike Meekly admonishes
Merc, who completely ignores hi and walks up behind Craven and kicks
him hard in the back of the right knee, sending him crashing to the
mat!

FH: When Merc zeroes in on something, he REALLY zeroes in.

CL: Merc quickly grabs Craven by his other leg and drags him towards
the corner...and now Rick Marley is up on the apron AGAIN!

FH: He's concerned that something is wrong with the ring...or
something.

CL: Mike Meekly moves over and is arguing with Marley again as Merc
takes Craven's legs... AND HOOKS ON A FIGURE FOUR LEGLOCK AROUND THE
RINGPOST!  SOMEONE'S GOTTA PUT A STOP TO THIS!

FH: Mark Masterson is coming over to help, Chip...with the
Haliburton...

[Masterson runs full speed at the two men with the Haliburton and
slams it hard into Craven's right knee before ducking and moving away
once again.]

CL: Mike Meekly is back over to the action again, but the damage has
been done.  Masterson with a VICIOUS shot to Craven's right knee with
that loaded briefcase and Craven is visibly in a lot of pain right
now...and Merc FINALLY releases the hold as Meekly gets to 4.

FH: No need to waste a perfectly good hold...

CL: Craven is pulling himself up on the ropes, limping badly now.
Even a man as tough as Bill Craven...even someone with as freakish a
pain tolerance as he has...the amount of damage that's been done to
his knee this match...Mercenary is trying to end the man's
career, Fred.

FH: Well, duh.  That IS what Marley hired him to do.  When you bring
in The Mercenary, you get results.  End of story.

CL: Mercenary rolls back into the ring and unloads a right
hand...blocked by Craven who fires back with a shot of his own.  Merc
unloads again, same result!

FH: Craven's fighting Merc off on one leg!  This guy's a monster!

CL: Merc lifts a knee again into Craven's gut, backing the man-monster
up.  Craven pushes up with his legs, brining the crown of his head up
into Merc's chin!  His hand snakes out and grabs Merc's arm...HEART
PUNCH!  HE HIT THE HEART PUNCH!

FH: And here come the reinforcements!

CL: Marley is up on the apron...calling to the ref, but Craven sees
him...and he got a hold of Marley and brings him into the ring the
hard way!

FH: Get out of there, Rick!

CL: Marley comes to his feet as Craven catches him with an Urange
Slam!  Wright is in as Craven comes back up to his feet and Meekly
heads off Masterson!  Wright gets caught with a T-Bone Suplex that
folds him up like an accordion!

FH: Marley has rolled out of the ring and Wright is clutching his
head, shaking Merc, trying to get him moving!

CL: Craven limps over to Masterson and grabs him around Meekly!
Craven with the double choke...AND HE NAILS THE THUNDER MELTER!  HE
SPIKED MASTERSON OFF OF THE MAT WITH THAT DOUBLE CHOKELIFT THUNDER
POWERBOMB!

FH: Meekly is checking on Masterson and rolling him out of the
ring...and MARLEY JUST SLID THE HALIBURTON FROM THE OUTSIDE TO
MERCENARY!  CRAVEN DOESN'T SEE HIM!

CL: Merc is back up with the Haliburton as Wright moves over with
Meekly to check on Masterson!  Craven turns around...AND GETS CLOCKED
WITH THE HALIBURTON RIGHT ON THE SIDE OF HIS SKULL!  Craven goes down
like he's been shot.

FH: Hey, that WAS an option...

CL: MERC PICKS HIM UP...PAYOFF ONTO THE HALIBURTON!

FH: He just hit that brainbuster full-on onto that steel briefcase,
Chip!  Craven's in a bad way!

CL: Merc slides the Haliburton back out as Wright points over at Merc
covering Craven to Mike Meekly!  NO!  Not like this!

FH: Merc with the cover!




ONE ...




TWO ...




THREE !!!




***DING DING DING DING***



HD: YOUR WINNER, BY PINFALL... THE MERCENARY!

[A chorus of boos rain down on Mercenary, who pulls his hand away from
Mike Meekly and waves in the rest of WMI...Masterson glares at Craven,
having recovered the Haliburton from the outside.]

CL: Oh no...what are these animals gonna do now?

FH: I'm betting it involves William Craven and retirement.  They pay
their debts, Chip.

CL: What did William Craven do to them to earn this?

[The crowd goes crazy, filling the air with boos as Rick Marley slides
into the ring, a five pound sledge hammer in hand.  Craven comes
slowly to his feet and gets grabbed by Merc who puts the bigger man
into a full nelson, allowing Masterson to land a series of solid
shots to the gut.  Wright comes up next and slaps the groggy Craven
full in the face.]

CL: This is just pure disrespect, Fred!  We need security to come down
here and put a stop to this!

[Mike Meekly is demanding they leave, calling for the bell again, but
Widowmakers Inc. simply ignores him, and Marley steps up with the
sledge hammer.]

RM: Not so scary now, are you...sideshow freak!

[Craven tries to lunge at Marley, but Merc has a tight hold on
him...and Marley drills him in the mid section with a baseball bat
swing from the sledge hammer!]

CL: Oh God!  Craven just took that shot to the gut and he's slumped
down to the canvas, gasping for breath!  Marley's directing
traffic...they're laying the Haliburton down on the mat and putting
Craven's shin on top of it!

FH: You saw Misery, right?  Looks like it's time for Craven to get
hobbled...

CL: SOMEBODY'S GOTTA STOP THIS!

[Masterson and Wright hold Craven's leg as Merc sits on his chest and
fires a series of punches into his face...]

CL: Even after all they've done, it's taking three men to hold
William Craven down!

FH: Marley's looking to make that a smaller number for future
reference...

[Marley eyes up Craven's leg, then mouths "Say Goodnight, Bill." as
the crowd begins to cheer a gigantic seven foot man, his long hair
flowing behind him as he makes his way towards the ring.  Marley
raises the sledge just as he arrives, only to have the big
man yank the sledge out of "Showtime's hands, causing him to swing and
hit the exposed knee with nothing but air.]

CL: ROB MAGNUM!  "NO WORRIES" ROB MAGNUM HAS ARRIVED IN PVW AND
POSSIBLY SAVED WILLIAM CRAVEN'S CAREER!  MANGUM STEPS OVER THE TOP
ROPE, SLEDGHAMMER IN HAND AND RAISES IT HIMSELF! LOOK AT WIDOWMAKERS
INCORPORATED SCATTER NOW!

FH: Hell yeah, would YOU want to fight a crazy seven foot tall man
with a sledgehammer? Notice that Merc made sure to bring his briefcase
with him though?

CL: Rob Magnum, who fought against Widowmakers Inc. back in the days
of UEW...Rob Magnum, the former champion is pointing down the aisle at
the massed Widowmakers as he helps William Craven to his feet!

FH: Mercenary seems to have taken this personally...he's making that
same throat slashing motion that he gave to Craven when he first
showed up.

CL: Magnum has Craven up...

[Magnum looks at Craven, who watches him suspiciously, barely able to
stand, and still groggy from the attack he just suffered.  Magnum
looks from Craven, to the sledgehammer... back to Craven...then back
to the sledge...]

FH: Uh oh...

CL: What's Magnum thinking?  Does HE want to be the one to end William
Craven?

[Finally Magnum looks at Craven and shrugs, tossing the hammer to the
side and raising William Craven's hand, pointing at the tattooed green
warrior.]

CL: "No Worries" Rob Magnum has arrived here in PVW!

FH: Hide the booze.

[Cameras return outside of Dex Willingham's office where standing now
is none other than "Swingin" Dean Hayes whose eyes gleam as though he
just caught the scoop of the century.]

DH: This is "Swingin" Dean Hayes backstage and I've just gotten word
that former wrestling superstar, "Bad Boy" Randy Acorn will be
emerging from Mr. Willingham's office at any moment. Now, I'm not
quite sure what this impromptu meeting was all about but that's what I
hope to find...

[As he's about to finish speaking, the door of the office swings open,
and "Bad Boy" Randy Acorn emerges out of it, looking equally as smug
as he had when he entered. As soon as Dean Hayes sees him, he
approaches him with his microphone and a question.]

DH: Randy, Mr. Acorn, what brings you to PVW?

[Acorn looks at him with disregarding eyes]

DH: You have been seen here in the past but nothing ever came of it.
Why now?

[Acorn, continuing to look at Dean Hayes like he's disgusted by him,
answers the question]

RA: Why now? It's very simple, my demands were met. The PVW couldn't
afford what I was asking the last time around, even though I had
explained to them it was a worthy investment at the time for a place
trying to get a good jump-start. And before you start applauding or
lauding that owner of yours, he had nothing to do with me finally
coming to PVW. It was he who earlier claimed that my demands could not
be met. So we went our seperate ways and this place has been what it's
been since...[pauses]...which is a complete lauging stock in the
circles of wrestling.

[Hayes is this time the one who looks a bit disgusted but he continues
with the questioning nonetheless]

DH: So if it wasn't Mr. Willingham that met your demands, who would do
such a thing?

[Acorn laughs a bit and then reverts back to being a bit more serious]

RA: The only people that matter. The ones that pay old Dexter's checks
for him. SSN is the one that brought me on board, because they were
sick and tired of watching their program lack the pizazz and presence
that they were promised when Dexter signed his contract with him. They
want someone who can step in and push those ratings back up. Someone
who isn't only going to give his all everytime out there but do it
with the flash and bang that is required by television viewers these
days. And most of all, someone with the credibility to carry a show
such as this. I mean, look at the Main Event for tonight as an
example. Chase Williams, Brian Young, and Caleb Foley; are you kidding
me?

DH: Excuse me Mr. Acorn but Chase Williams has been a dominant
champion for six months now and shows no sign of letting up.

[Acorn speaks in almost a growl now as he's clearly getting irritated]

RA: Who in the hell has he beaten? Who is the _HELL_ has Chase
Williams beaten for me to regard him so highly? Chase Williams is a
hack in a hack wrestling organization that is in serious need of a
pick-me-up. That is why I've been brought in and that's what I plan on
doing. Along the way, I plan on eliminating any beliefs that these
jokes, such as Chase Williams, are anywhere near my level. Perhaps
once I make my run through this roster, it will entice true superstars
to sign up just so they can have a shot at The Bad Boy.

[Hayes looks on, almost seemingly annoyed by Acorn's brashness, but
continuing nonetheless]

DH: So if Mr. Willingham didn't sign you, then why pay a visit to his
office?

[Acorn shows a true smile across his face for the first time as he
answers the question]

RA: I paid Dexter a visit to remind him that I could have been here a
long time ago if he had been a man about things and paid the money
that was required. Instead he wanted to be as stubborn as possible and
let his show almost die at his feet. Fortunately, the execs at SSN
decided it was in everyone's best interest to pay me my money, and
here we are. I also wanted to remind Dexter that by being under
contract with SSN and _NOT_ him, I do not answer to him unless
otherwise noted in my contract. I am not a PVW employee, just a PVW
wrestler, and soon to be a PVW Champion. And I'll tell you the last
thing I told Dexter. It takes money being paid for money to be made.

[With that last statement, Acorn pushes past Hayes, who makes way for
him, and trudges down the tunnel. Hayes shouts out one last question
to him...]

DH: Randy, aren't you going to stick around for the rest of the show??

[Without breaking stride or turning around, Acorn shouts back his
final answer]

RA: I've already seen enough!

[The camera focuses back on Dean Hayes, who is left with a look of
confusion on his face, and he finishes up with a closing statement]

DH: I guess there's not much more to be said, other than we appear to
have another wrestler in the mix here in PVW. Back to you guys
ringside]

CL: First Rob Magnum and now Randy Acorn ...  PVW has just added two
legends in this industry.

FH: You mean SSN on Randy Acorn's behalf.

CL: I am not disrespecting Mr. Willingham and the PVW like he just
did.  Everything you see on SSN is because of PVW.

FH: Then what do you say about me replacing Preston Winfield?

CL: We won't get into that.  Randy Acorn showing up here is pretty
big, but since he won't give PVW any credit let's talk about ROB
MAGNUM!

FH: What about him?  He has made a huge mistake.  Helping William
Craven isn't a popular thing around here.

CL: Rob Magnum is quite aware of what the Widowmakers stand for.  It's
about time some guys step up and stand for what they believe in around
here.

[Mixed reaction as head of operations, Mathew Willingham the son of
the wrestling tycoon emerges from the backstage area...  He has a
briefcase slung to the right side as he heads up the aisle way and
too the ring.]

CL: It appears Mr. Willingham is headed to ring to squash any rumors
about an addition of another PVW title.

FH: That should be good for morale.

[Mathew Willingham enters the ring and raises the wireless mic to his
mouth.]

MW: Good evening California...  First let me say that we are honored
to have brought the show on the  road to Anaheim.  You know you are
well on your way to making an impact in the wrestling world when  you
can pull in a crowd in California!


*CHEAP POP!*


[Willingham smiles as he waits for the cheers to die down.]

MW: So let's get down to business shall we?  The past six months our
champions have stood tall and  represented the PVW with class and
dedication.  We are proud of our champions and everyone on the PVW
roster for that matter.

[Willingham paces for a few seconds as he collects his thoughts..]

MW: In order to show that we hold our champions in the highest esteem,
the Championship Committee has decreed that the PVW Phoenix Heritage
Title will now be the gateway to the Heavyweight Title.  Once per PPV
cycle, the Heritage Champion has the right to face the Heavyweight
Champion for his title.



*POP!*


MW: This means whomever holds the Rising Phoenix Heritage title is a
constant threat and contender  for the PVW Heavyweight Championship.
Here is where things get a little interesting.  What if the  Rising
Phoenix Heritage Champion beats the PVW Heavyweight Champion you ask?

[Pause.]

MW: That is actually quite simple the top two contenders will have a
match the very NEXT show for the PVW Rising Phoenix Championship!  Our
Champions here inside the PVW will defend on a regular basis  and may
the best men forge their legacy!

CL: WHOA! What an announcement!  The Rising Phoenix Heritage
Championship picks up some prestige and  it appears the winner of
Chris Hartt and RJ Souza has a little more extra oomph for their match
tonight.

FH: Call me crazy, but I don't think either one is even thinking about
this announcement right now.

[Mathew Willingham picks up his briefcase that was set next to his
feet...  He turns to walk out of  the ring, but stops and pauses.  He
then turns back as if he forgot something.]

CL: Looks like Mr. Willingham forgot something.

FH: Did he drop his wallet?

MW: Oh yeah there is one final announcement...  I've seen
PVWrestling.org ...  I've seen the Internet message boards ...  I've
heard the rumors in the back ...  I've listened to opinions and
"insiders"  talk about PVW adding another title.

[Willingham lets out a snicker.]

MW: PVW isn't big enough for another title ... PVW is growing and they
need another title ... With  Spectre, Rob Cole, William Craven, and
all the violent wrestlers on the roster it's a perfect fit for a
Jisatsu title ...  PvW has connections and could easily start a ladies
wrestling division ...

CL: All of these are true.

FH: So what's it going to be?

MW: As stated many times before.  PVW was opened with the memories of
the old territories of the  past.  A tribute and connection to the
"golden era" of wrestling.  We understand and have fought  hard
against the change of wrestling even _inside_ the PVW itself up until
this point.  When the  wrestlers told the story inside the ring.  This
is the image that PVW was built upon and we don't  expect to _change_
anytime soon.  We debated long and hard about adding another title to
the fold.   Would be bring back the classic three man titles.  Would
we add talented ladies to the mix.  Or would we give into the Network
and let a Jisatsu division take form.  All of these were considered
and had  attractive options to us.

[Mathew Willingham bends over and unlocks his briefcase.  He lifts up
what appears to be a new PVW  Championship title wrapped up in a silk
covering.  He slowly unwraps it and laying inside sits -one-  golden
championship belt, but the camera is zoomed back where you can't read
the details.]

MW: We listened hard to those who said that PVW wasn't big enough to
hold three singles titles.  Heck for a long time we agreed.  PVW is
expanding at a rapid pace.  We have young talented wrestlers lined  up
begging for their opportunity for a chance.  We have hard nosed
veterans interested in adding a  few more years onto their careers.
Expansion isn't an -if- anymore ...  It's a -when-.   With the  deep
pockets of my father and his close relationship with The Strickland
Sports Network we have came  to a conclusion to add something that
both SSN and PVW can be proud of.   Right here in my hands I  would
like to introduce to you  -

[The camera zooms onto the raised new championship gold.  It is gold
with a silver face plate that  reads, PVW NETWORK CHAMPIONSHIP.]

MW: The PVW Network Championship!  The man who will hold this title
will be an iron man of sort.  This  title will be defended at least a
few times a month.  There won't be a Heatwave that passes where  this
champion will be inside the ring representing the PVW and SSN.   He
will be the work horse of  the PVW and the longer he holds this title
the harder his life will become.  The toughest of men will  forge
their careers with this title.  PVW ....  Anaheim California ... We
introduce to you the PVW  NETWORK CHAMPIONSHIP!

CL: WHOA!! So the rumors WERE true!

FH: A pretty novel idea.  With the expansion this will break it down
to almost ten challengers per  title.

MW: Oh and before I forget the first Network Champion will be crowned
right about ... NOW!


*MEGA POP!*


CL: WHAT!?!?!

FH: The Voice is headed into the ring.  It looks like we are going to
have an extra match added to  the lineup!


*HERK DOUGLAS POP*


HD: Ladies and gentlemen ...  This is an End Game Impromptu Battle
Royal for the PVW Network Championship!!!!   Introducing the
participants ...

[The End Game theme, Blow Me Away by Breaking Benjamin hits the PA
System... PVW superstars set to take part in the Impromptu Battle
Royal as they emerge from the back and head down the aisle way, Her
Douglas announces them.]

HD: THE DRAGON KID ...

CL: PVW made a trade with an organization in Japan for The Dragon Kid.
He has had a very nice first cycle here in the PVW.  He is a legit
threat in this Battle Royal.  It all depends on how his back is and
vision from that mace shot.

FH: I miss Christopher Michaelson... I wonder if we can re-swap those
two?

HD: GIBSON "RED" HAYES ...

CL: Some very interesting things have come from this guys promos.  I'm
not sure if he actually believes half that stuff?

FH: Oh he is dead serious.  Gibson Hayes is a true American we _all_
can be proud of.

HD: JAIDEN ANDREWS ...

CL: One of the favorites on paper right here.  He suffered a small set
back on Heatwave, but don't count out the self proclaimed leader of
the new breed.

FH: For all the hype this guy entered with he sure hasn't lived up to
it yet.

HD: "SUGAR" SHAYNE GRISSOM ...

CL: Listen to the fans!!! They love Sugar Shayne and he is coming off
a huge showing with pinning Jaiden Andrews.  I'm not sure what kind of
condition he will be in after the Called Shot earlier?

FH: Give me a break this guy is about as obnoxious as Michael Moore at
a Republicans rally

HD: MIGUEL QUESADA ...

CL: Former WWO TV Champion!!!  Perhaps the first PVW Network Champion?

FH: Wrong answer.

HD: "THE NATURAL" MIKE CASTILLO ...

CL: A very nice showing earlier tonight.

FH: Pull out the red carpet.  The Natural is headed to the ring.

HD: THE TUCSON KID ...

CL: Arizona's own Tucson Kid.  He has stood tall against the
Widowmakers.  This kid ha guts!

FH: No brains however.

HD: LARRY GIONET ...

CL: Perhaps one of the toughest SOB's in the industry.  However his
body took quite a beating in the Called Shot.

FH: If anyone can overcome it, it's Gionet.

HD: "THE PHENOM" TOMMY RYDER ...

CL: Listen to the fans roar for The Phenom!!!!!!

FH: Give me a break.  This guy has about as much class as a bum at a
buffet.

HD: SHADOE RAGE ...

CL: Shadoe Rage is one half of the number one contenders for the PVW
Tag Team Titles and how has a chance to become the first PVW Network
Champion.

FH: It's going to happen!

HD: "WHEREWITHAL" ERIC WILLIAMS ...

CL: Eric Williams almost stole the show earlier tonight...  He is all
heart!

FH: It's going to be fun to watch his heart break TWICE!

HD: and "POKERFACE" MARK MASTERSON ...

CL: Masterson is going to come in here with a vengeance after The Made
Men's slip up earlier tonight.

FH: He is the Widowmakers man to capture that gold.  Don't count him
out.

[The twelve men are all now inside the ring ... Most of them showing
signs for their battles earlier in the night ...  It's amazing that
Shayne Grissom and Larry Gionet have even made their way to the ring.]




___________    ____       ________________________________________
___  __ \_ |  / /_ |     / /
__  /_/ /_ | / /__ | /| / /    Impromptu Battle Royal
_  ____/__ |/ / __ |/ |/ /       PVW Network Title
/_/     _____/  ____/|____________________________________________



<<< DING   DING >>>


CL: There is the bell and we have another multi man war.

FH: I see a trend growing ...

[The bell has been sounded and that means chaos in the ring!  Jaiden
Andrews charges forward looking for some revenge from earlier and
Heatwave.  Ryder and Tucson Kid square off in one corner with
Masterson and Shadoe Rage.]

CL: Looks like old feelings still sit strong even with the stakes
higher.


"___CRAAAAAACK___"


FH: Vicious super kick by Castillo as Williams turned just in time.

CL: Larry Gionet pulls Eric Williams up and sends him  hard into the
corner...  Williams quickly grabs his back in pain as he went through
quite a bit of damage in that called shot... Gionet grabbed his ribs
afterwards still feeling the after effect himself.  Gionet turns
around --

[He is taken off his feet by a big dropkick by Miguel Quesada!
Castillo and Dragon Kid swinging away.. Gibson Hayes charges Dragon
Kid with a clothesline, but Dragon Kid is quick on his feet and ducks
under and Hayes nails Castillo SENDING HIM over the top ropes....
However Castillo is able to land on the ring apron...]

CL: Close call for "The Natural"...  He also was sent over by Gibson
Hayes who had his sights set for Dragon Kid.

FH: I'm surprised Dragon Kid even saw him coming after that mace shot
earlier in the night.

[Jaiden Andrews went to whip Grissom into the corner, but it was
reversed and right at The Tucson Kid who leap frogs and Mark Masterson
who is behind him catches him with a powerslam.  Shadoe Rage plants
Tommy Ryder into the mat with a vicious DDT.]

CL: This is a fast pace Battle Royal and the action is already going
heavy and at top speed.  Over half the PVW superstars in the ring now
are nursing bruises and injuries from earlier in the night.  Whoever
wins this thing will have earned the right to be the first ever PVW
Network Champion.

FH: Since this is a "Network" Champion shouldn't it be the SSN Network
Champion?

[Gionet has Dragon Kid locked from behind now ... He lifts him up --
HUGE BELLY TO BACK SUPLEX...  Gionet rolls on the ground holding his
ribs after the impact from planting Dragon Kid...  Miguel Quesada
SPRINGBOARDS --- ]

CL: LANDS RIGHT ON GIONET!!!!

FH: Gionet and Grissom both look in had shape in there.

CL: They probably shouldn't even be _IN_ this match.  I heard that
they refused the trainers looking at them until after this event.

FH: Larry Gionet is as tough as they come.

CL: What about Shayne Grissom?

FH: What about him?


"___THUUUUUUUD___"


CL: Andrews just nailed Mark Masterson with a back cracker!


"___THUUUUUD___"


FH: Sugar Shock by Grissom on Tucson Kid!


"___THUUUUUUD___"


[Spinning Tombstone Piledriver by Quesada on Castillo.]

CL: Real Smooth by Quesada!

FH: If he would have done that earlier in the night he may have won
the match!

CL: Things are picking up in overdrive here and we just got started.

FH: You did say this was a high pace match didn't you?


*BIG POP!*


CL: ASAI MOONSAULT BY RYDER RIGHT ON SHADOE RAGE!

FH: Mark Masterson has Eric Williams up in a bench press slam .... He
sends him hard into the mat!

[Larry Gionet with a series of palm strikes on Jaiden Andrews ...  He
has the New Breed superstar stunned and he goes into a full fledge
spinning back fist -- ]


"___SMMAAAAAAAAACK___"


*MIXED POP!*


CL: Larry Gionet connected with that spinning back fist and sends
Jaiden Andrews right over the top ropes!

FH: First gone!

CL: Dragon Kid with a huricanrana on Gibson Hayes!  Masterson and
Ryder back into one another and they turn ....  HERE COMES THE FIST A
FLYING!!!


*FULL BRAWL POP!*




[The Tucson Kid and The Dragon Kid both attempt to send Shadoe Rage
over the top ropes... Shadoe Rage extends an arm stopping it, but
looks to be in trouble.]

CL: Shadoe Rage is in trouble.
 The Kid combo looks to have Shadoe Rage close to elimination! Miguel
 Quesada has Williams up in a powerbomb ... NO Williams with fists of
 fury!!!!


*GROAN*


FH: HA! Castillo with a low blow out of nowhere on Grissom and
Castillo yanks him forward and begins kicking those already for all we
know cracked ribs of Shayne Grissom.  I love it!!! Isn't this Hoppers
protege?

CL: Yes.

FH: Even better I hate that jack ass.

CL: Is there anyone you _do_ like.

FH: Sure Larry Gionet because he hates Shayne Grissom.

CL: Oookay ..

FH: And Gibson Hayes is a true American Hero.

[Masterson sends Ryder into the corner... He takes off charging ...
Ryder SENDS him over, but Masterson hangs on the ring apron...  Ryder
SPRINGBOARDS ....]


*HUGE POP!*


CL: HOLY CRAP.. RYDER WITH A SPRINGBOARD TORNADO DDT ON MASTERSON TO
THE OUTSIDE!!!!

FH: Umm.. What a dumb ass he just eliminated himself.

CL: And Mark Masterson.

FH: And himself.

CL: This blood feud has now gone further then championship gold.


"___THUUUUUUD___"


[Gionet implants Castillo with a big spine buster inside the ring.
Castillo has Grissom now backed into the corner and continues to work
those ribs over.  With each shot you can see the look of massive pain
in Grissom's face.  Eric Williams whips Hayes into the corner... The
American Hero bounces out and head scissors take down by Williams!]

CL: Ryder and Masterson still going at it on the outside ...  Ryder
whips him into the guard rail....


*HEEL POP!*


[Here comes Nick "Always" Wright and grabs Ryder from behind and
unloads with lefts and rights... He whips Ryder towards the ring apron
...  He charges and Ryder just moves as Wright leaps with his knee
missing him smashing it into the side of the ring.]

FH: Masterson with a double axe handle from behind...

CL: Made Men are down here getting revenge on Ryder!  Wait ...


*HUGE MASSIVE POP!*


CL: TUCSON KID!!!!

[The Tucson Kid isn't having any of it... He leaps off the top ropes
with a corkscrew plancha on top of the three on the outside making the
save, but eliminating himself from the match.]

FH: Oh look Tommy Ryder isn't the only dumb ass.

CL: It's called partnership something you fail to recognize.

FH: No it's called Grissomism.  When you're dumber then a rock.

CL: Ohh geez.

[Shadoe Rage is now free and whips Dragon Kid into the ropes....
Dragon Kid ducks under a hard right... SPINNING HEEL KICK!!!]

FH: He calls that wrestling? More like Circus act give me a break.

CL: Castillo goes to whip Grissom... Grissom reverses it...  Castillo
hits the corner and stumbles out -- DOUBLE UNDERHOOK ...


"___THUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"


[Powerbomb!  Grissom drops to one knee afterwards holding onto his rib
cage area...]

CL: HUGE impact move by Shayne Grissom, but his ribs have taken a
beating.  Gibson Hayes is now working over Larry Gionet's ribs across
the ring.  Both of these men are in massive pain.

FH: Gionet is a monster he can sustain it.

CL: What about Grissom.

FH: I think I see some tears.

[Masked Maniac comes rolling into the ring ... He charges, but Shadoe
Rage just easily tosses him right over the top ropes!]

CL: Umm.. Was that Masked Maniac?

FH: Hell if I know.  It was probably that moron Outlaw.

CL: He is back to the outside so it doesn't matter.

[Dragon Kid and Eric Williams back into one another... The two friends
turn around ... With a look the two begin to trade blows!  Dragon
Kid's vision still seems to be a little off with where he is aiming
the punches from the early mace spray...  Williams ducks under and
hits the ropes and a big dropkick...  He pulls up Dragon Kid and whips
him into the corner.. Williams charges, but Dragon Kid just gets out
of the corner...  Dragon kid with a standing side kick backs up his
friend and SPRINGBOARD KICK SENDS WILLIAMS OVER THE TOP ROPES!!!]

CL: Dragon Kid has eliminated Eric Williams!!!!

FH: C-YA!

[Castillo with a clothesline and that takes Quesada out...  Gionet
riffles through and BIG STIFF KICK that just sends Castillo off his
feet.  He turns and ducks under a big right by Grissom ... ]


"___THUUUUUUUD___"


CL: DDT BY GIONET!

FH: Now send his ass over the ropes.

[As Gionet pulls him up Dragon Kid grabs Gionet.. Lifts him up --]


"___THUUUUUD___"


CL: DRAGON SUPLEX!

FH: Gibson Hayes behind Dragon Kid and a sleeper hold!


*BIG POP!*


CL: BOBBY COLE~!~!

FH: What the hell?

[Bobby Cole (Outlaw) dives under the ring.  He unloads a right hand on
Castillo.... Turns drops Shadoe Rage.  Charges and clotheslines Gibson
Hayes.  He grabs Miguel Quesada and begins to set him up for a cast-
out powerbomb...  Gionet drops a double axe handle on the mid-back of
Bobby Cole.]

CL: Outlaw must of been under Masked Maniac mask.  Now he is out here
under Bobby Cole persona.  He isn't even suppose to be _IN_ this
match.

FH: There isn't something right in that guys head.

[Larry Gionet grabs Bobby Cole and TOSSES him right over the top
ropes... Bobby Cole leaps back to his feet and gets ready to roll back
under the ropes, but referee's cut him off.]

CL: It appears that's the last of Bobby Cole for tonight.

FH: What about Outlaw?

CL: Who the heck knows?


"___SMAAAAAAAAACK___"


[Quesada gets a little revenge from earlier tonight and drills
Castillo with a picture perfect super kick that sends "The Natural" up
and over the ropes and to the outside.]

CL: There goes the showman of the PVW.

FH: What a shame I thought he held a good shot at winning this sucker.

CL: We are down to just six men.  One of these six will be crowned the
first ever, PVW Network Champion!

[Shadow Rage begins working over Dragon Kid in the corner...  Gionet
and Gibson Hayes together works over Shayne Grissom.  Miguel Quesada
stands in the middle debating on who he will go after.]

CL: Shadoe Rage whips Dragon Kid into the ropes...  The Wild Man and
now number one contender to the tag team titles rushes in ...

[Dragon Kid leaps onto the top turnbuckles as Shadoe Rage comes
rushing in ... Shadoe Rage comes crashing into the corner ... Off the
top rope body press with twist by Dragon Kid!]


*HUGE BATTLE ROYAL SPOT!*


FH: High risk move ...

CL: IT PAID OFF!

[Gionet and Hayes whip Grissom into the ropes... "Suga" Shayne ducks
under a double clothesline attempt and as they turn around he leaps
into a cross-body taking BOTH men down as the fans raise to their feet
roaring!]

CL: SUGA SHAYNE BABY!!!

FH: He didn't learn that from Hopper!

[Grissom fires back to his feet holding his ribs as he appears to be
in some dire pain..  Quesada steps back with a crescent kick, but
Grissom catches his leg!!!  He spins him around --- ]


"___WHHAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMM___"


CL: RING SHAKING SPINEBUSTER AND GRISSOM IS LAYING ON THE MAT IN PAIN
TOO!

FH: Gibson Hayes is getting back to his feet... Dragon Kid
springboards ...

[Connects right in Gibson Hayes chops with a dropkick!  Dragon Kid
turns -- ]


"___CRAAAAAACK___"


FH: TURNED INTO A 360 FLIP BY A GIO-CLOTHESLINE!!  That'll teach that
non speaking English punk!

CL: Dragon Kid is well respected in the back Fred.

[Shadoe Rage is now working on Quesada who is slumped in the corner
...  Shadoe Rage pulls him up LEAPING ACE CRUSHER!!!!  He leaps
quickly on the top ropes ... HE leAPS INTO A MOONSAULT .....
ELBOWDROP!!!]


"___WHAAAAAAAAAAAM___"


CL: The Angel of Death Drop!!!!!!

FH: That's how you do it!!! Shadoe Rage may end up with TWO titles
when it's all said and done ...

[... OOPS as Shadoe Rage leaped up swinging his arms in a fury he was
sent right over the top ropes by Larry Gionet!!!!]

CL: Shadoe Rage was fired up after that Angel of Death Drop and Larry
Gionet just ruined his fun.

FH: I guess you do what you have to do to win.  Heads up move by
Gionet.

CL: I think Gionet is still feeling the after effects much like
Grissom as he is holding those ribs after that launching clothesline.

FH: I'm sure every move Gionet does hurts like hell.  What a true
warrior.

CL: And Shayne Grissom?

FH: He just needs to man up and fight through it.

CL: Naturally.  QUesada is back up now and he laps on the back of
Gionet with a sleeper hold !!!

[Gionet begins to twirl into an airplane spin type spin.... After
about three dozen spins, Quesada slides off and stumbles around
dizzy... Gionet charges with a mafia kick --- ]


"___CRRRRAAAAAAACKKK___"


CL: OVER THE TOP GOES MIGUEL QUESADA!!!!  LARRY GIONET IS ELIMINATING
PEOPLE LEFT AND RIGHT!!!!

FH: I told you Gionet has this wrapped up baby!

[We are down to four men... Gibson Hayes now has Grissom against the
ropes and choking him....  Gionet is bent over in the corner holding
his ribcage.  Dragon Kid is raising to his feet. He walks over and
unleashes a stiff kick right into that injured rib cage...  Dragon Kid
backs up and launches another shot.   Gionet drops to one knee, but
trying to fight back.  Dragon Kid springboards off and KNEE right into
the face and Gionet drops to his stomach.  Dragon Kid hits the ropes
and baseball slide dropkick hits Gibson Hayes!!!]

CL: Dragon Kid on fire!!!!  He can smell the Network title and what a
huge accomplishment that would be for the youngster!

FH: Whatever SSN would faint if a guy like Dragon Kid was representing
them as the Network Champion.

CL:  Shayne Grissom is stumbling back to his feet.  Him and Dragon Kid
stare across at one another....  They give each other a nod in respect
and Grissom PUNTS Gionet as he begins to get to his feet as Dragon Kid
runs past Grissom and drops a knee to the back of Gibson Hayes!

FH: Aaah they are friends how cute.

[Shayne Grissom pulls Larry Gionet up and drives forearms into his
face ...  He whips Gionet into the ropes ...  TILT-A-WHIRL .... ]


"___CRAAAAACCCCKKK___"


CL: OH GAWD!!! Tilt-a-whirl _RIB_ cracker!!!

FH: A  new move?

CL: Grissom knows how his ribs feel and he figured if Gionet's feel
even half as injured as his he would take full advantage.  Heads up
move by Suga Shayne.

FH: Lucky shot.

[Dragon Kid with a big monkey flip on Gibson Hayes sending him back
and into the middle of the ring.  Grissom begins putting boots to the
rib area of Gionet...  Gionet keeps trying to push himself up, but
with each stomp he drops back down...  Gionet finally works his way to
his feet and Grissom grabs him getting ready for the The Sugar Shock
...]

CL: NO!!! Gionet pushes him off and he turns --


"___ThUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"


[Reverse tombstone piledriver!!!!]


FH: DARKNESS FALSS!

CL: Gionet drops to one knee afterwards!!! BOTH of these warriors have
taken a beating.  If either one of these two can overcome twelve men
with severe injured ribs then it would be an amazing feat.




S U G A ! ! !   S U G A ! ! !   S U G A ! ! !   S U G A ! ! !


K I D ! ! ! !   K I D ! ! ! !   K I D ! ! ! !   K I D ! ! ! !


S U G A ! ! !   S U G A ! ! !   S U G A ! ! !   S U G A ! ! !


K I D ! ! ! !   K I D ! ! ! !   K I D ! ! ! !   K I D ! ! ! !




[Dragon Kid tosses Gibson Hayes over the top ropes ... But Gibson
Hayes hangs on and dangles one foot ...  Dragon Kid turns and leaps
HURRICANRANA ON GIONET!!!!!!]

FH: WHOA THAT WAS CLOSE!!!!!!

CL: Gibson Hayes was just inches away from being eliminated but slid
back under the ropes.  Dragon Kid notices it and charges as Gibson
Hayes is back in ...


*GROAN POP!*


[LOW BLOW BY HAYES!!!! Dragon Kid bent over, but has enough strength
to lift Hayes up in a firemans carry .... Knee smash!!!!!!!]

CL: GO TO SLEEP!!!!

FH: Gionet has Grissom up though ...  He looks to be pushing him
over...

[Grissom hanging on ...  Dragon Kid charges and SIDE KICK TO THE RIBS
ON GIONET!!!! Gionet drops Grissom ...  Grissom grabs the ropes and
lowers them as Dragon Kid with a big DROPKICK AND GIONET GOES
OVER!!!!]


*HUGE MASSIVE POP!!!*


CL: GRISSOM AND DRAGON KID SENDS GIONET OUT!!!!

FH: OH NO!!!!!!!!

[Grissom stumbles up and Dragon Kid nods and turns back towards Gibson
Hayes.  Shayne Grissom pumps his fists as Gionet is now on the outside
livid...  He turns to go back in, but the officials grab him not
allowing him to re-enter.  Dragon Kid whips Gibson Hayes into the
corner... No reversed....  Shayne Grissom turns though as Hayes is
right there ... SUGA SHOCK!!!!!]


"___THUUUUUUUUD___"


CL: GRISSOM IS ON FIRE!!!!!

FH: For now!!!

[Gionet tosses the official aside and rolls under and grabs Grissom
and unloads with rights and lefts....  He begins driving knees into
Grissom's ribs with _VICIOUS_ shots.]

CL: Gionet was eliminated, but he isn't done with Grissom!

FH: Break those ribs!

[Dragon Kid notices Grissom in trouble and charges and leaps with a
side kick .. Gionet notices it and just moves out of the way and
Dragon Kid hits Grissom square in the chest and sends him tumbling
over the top ropes ...]


*GASPING POP!*


CL: GRISSOM ELIMINATED?

FH: HA!!!!  GOOD ONE!

[Larry Gionet rolls under the ropes and goes right for Grissom!!!!]

CL: THE TWO ARE BRAWLING ON THE OUTSIDE!

FH: Dragon Kid now raises the wobbly Gibson Hayes and sends him down
with a big right hand.

CL: Gibson Hayes looks in dire trouble as Dragon Kid is climbing the
ropes to end this sucker.

FH: Come on Hayes!!

[As Dragon Kid makes it to the top ropes.. Gibson Hayes was playing
possum he leaps up and rushes up the ropes and unloads with right and
lefts... The unexpecting Dragon Kid is stunned and Gibson Hayes gives
a big thrusting shove that sends Dragon Kid off the top ropes ... AND
TO THE OUTSIDE !!!!]




*HUGE HEEL POP!!!*




FH: YES GIBSON HAYES OUT SMARTS EVERYONE!!!!!

CL: I can't believe this...




"_____THUUUUUUUD____"




[Gionet slams Grissom back first into the guard rail and officials
finally break up the two on the outside...  Gionet is screaming "This
isn't over... I'll break you in half!"]




<<>>




CL: Gibson Hayes didn't win the Called Shot, but he is the PVW Network
Champion!

FH: And a true American hero!

[PVW official Duke Martin brings in the PVW Network Championship and
hands it to Gibson "Red" Hayes who raises it into the air to massive
boo's.]

CL: What a turn of events ...  Most of these men fought through The
Called Shot.  They entered this Battle Royal under 50%.  Grissom and
Gionet was lucky to be at 30%.

FH: Gionet was a warrior to the end.

CL: Gibson Hayes who appeared to be in much better condition then most
waited through and took advantage and now holds the PVW Network
Championship.

FH: The SSN Network Championship get it right.

[Camera cuts near the top of the aisle way where Larry Gionet is still
surronded by PVW officials.  He is attempting to fight is way through
the mess and finish off Shayne Grissom.  Who is telling Gionet to
"bring it".]

CL: Gionet and Grissom is far from over Fred.  It looks like it's just
starting.

FH: Good let Gionet finish that punk off.

[The sound of screaming, sizzling, and horrified gasps can be heard on
the other side of a door.  There's muffled speaking, followed by the
sound of more sizzling when Dean Hayes pauses to listens.  He swallows
after a moment, and enters the dark room bathed in the glow of a
television... Rob Cole sits in front of the monitor, legs crossed and
folded as he seems to be lost in thought as he watches the film.
Hayes glances, his eyes open in horror as more screaming and sizzling
can be heard... ]

Hayes: What the hell are you watching?!?!!!


Cole: Ichii The Killer... what do you want, Dean-o?

Hayes: A few words about your match later tonight... the barbed
wire... what the hell is he doing?!?!!!


Cole: Questioning Yakuza scum... they're pouring hot oil across his
back while he hangs suspended with hooks through his skin.  They're
keeping him face down so the oil pools in the valley of skin along his
spine.  It's a great little scene... you see, there's an assassin who
is brutally and viciously slaying Yakuza.  That man there, with his
cheeks cut open?  He's trying to track down the assassin... ideally;
he wants to destroy the assassin.  Far from the truth, however... he's
truly impressed with the shear brutality and thinks he's found a
kindred soul with regards to sadism.  He's wrong... I've seen the
movie before.  What he finds is a lost little child in the body of a
man, a vicious killer who does what he does because he was made to be
that way.  His violence is little more than a temper tantrum
response... this is mental preparation.

Hayes: This is sick!


Cole: Yes... it is.  Takashi Miike directed it... he's known for some
truly sick and disturbing imagery.  He had a cameo in the movie
"Hostel"... played one of the clients.  He's billed as playing
himself.

[Cole smirks, turning towards the interviewer.... He rises from his
position, hovering above the disgusted man.  He snatches the
microphone, smiling sadistically as he regards the smaller man.]


Cole: You seem horrified, Dean-o.  I've been telling you that I was
the monster beneath the bed... that didn't scare you?  You want to
know what goes through my mind?  The gore, the blood, the flesh...
we're going to spill it, splatter it, and toss it throughout the arena
tonight!!!  We are going to leave parts of ourselves in the ring...
stuck to barbed wire and dripping from metal. The PVW was right to
refuse sanction... this isn't something you want the kids to watch,
isn't something you want the kids to emulate, and if the parents
watching at home have any sort of sense they will send their children
to bed!  They will mute the sound of ripping, the sound of tearing,
the sound of screaming that is going to echo throughout this arena!
THEY WILL NOT LET THEIR CHILDREN BEAR WITNESS TO THE NIGHTMARE!!!!!!
Tonight... I bleed the darkness, drag it screaming through t he arena,
and I push it in the light and show everyone that there is no real
reason to EVER... FEAR... THE DARK!!!!

[Backstage, in a locker room, 'Swingin' Dean Hayes stand with mic in
hand.]

Hayes:  We are moments away from one of the most anticipated matches
on our card this evening.  This is a battle between brothers.  Truly,
a Cain and Abel story if there ever was one.  'The Paladin' Chris
Hartt faces off against former best friend, 'Bad Karma' RJ Souza in an
ultimate submission match.

Joining me at this time is Chris Hartt.  Chris, what can you possibly
be feeling before this match?

[Hartt steps up, a deep bruise to his chest and some tape over his
ribs.  Hartt shows little sign of pain, but his eyes tell the tale of
the brave front he's putting up.]

Hartt: Dean, I'm focused on this match.  I'm going out there to show
Souza and the PVW audience that I am THE BEST technical wrestler in
the world!  I'm out to make Souza tap out and tap repeatedly!  I don't
deny he's got some skills , but I am going to make sure he knows that
this is MY domain!  I am the technical wizard!  There's no hold I
can't apply on him, no counter I can't use against him.

I really can't wait to get him into the Avenger!  He thought he was
slick, using my own move on me last time, but I'm going to make him
regret it.  He can pull out all his dirty tricks, but nothing in this
match is over until the 30 minutes are up and the total submission
tally tells the tale.  And your little goon squad may have done some
damage, but not enough to keep me out of this match!  Not at all!

Hayes:  So...what about all the heat between you two, personally?

Hartt: Don't get me wrong.  I'm angry and full of the hate and pain
from our issues, but this match is the end of all that.  Once this
match is over, it's all over.  There is no more 'Us', RJ and I.  All
the pain, all the misery, all the suffering is done!  We will run into
each other again, but it'll simply be a contest between two men.  The
friendship is done.  The brotherhood is dead.I have no more hate left
in my heart for RJ Souza.  To keep on hating him, I have to care about
him.  And I simply don't anymore.

I'm going out there to hurt this man and make him remember just what a
big mistake he made when he violated my trust and refused my
friendship.  And I will do it the most technically precise way I know
how.

Souza,  get ready to beg for your life!

[Hartt hoists his title over his shoulder with a sudden wince of pain.
Hartt covers with a wink and a nod, then steps off camera.]

CL: We just heard from Rob Cole and Chris Hartt...

FH: Poor Dean Hayes.

CL: Folks so far we have had one title change and a new Network
Champion.   We are preparing for the Rising Phoenix Heritage
Championship and will the trend continue.

FH: Paul Sandler is a genius there is no doubt.

[A small one person cage is being pushed down the aisle way by PVW
ring crew employee's. The stop at the end of ring way and open the
door...]

CL: It's been agreed upon that Paul Sandler would be allowed to come
to ring side, but he would be locked inside a single man cage to keep
him from interfering inside the match.

FH: What a crock!  Paul Sandler is a PVW employee and an official
manager of RJ Souza.  This is an outrage and he should be allowed to
work as RJ Souza's manager for the biggest match of his life.

CL: There isn't anything stopping him from shouting advice from
_inside_ the small cage.

HD: Ladies and gentlemen this match is an Ultimate Submissions Match.
It will be a thirty minute match and whomever gets the most official
submissions in the thirty minute time frame will walk out the PVW
RISING PHOENIX HERITAGE CHAMPION!!!


*HUGE CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH POP!*


HD: Introducing the Challenger ....  He is accompanied to the ring by
"The Mega Agent" Paul Sandler.

*BOOOOOOOOOO!*

CL: These fans dislike Paul Sandler.

FH: Who asked them?

HD: Weighing in at two hundred and forty pounds... From Oakland,
California!!!

*SMALL OAKTOWN POP!*


Here is ...


"Bad Karma" RJ Souza !!!


"A LITTLE BIT MORE ATTITUDE!!"

[The PVW's Man In Black walks out to boos and cat calls not heard in
PVW in a long time. He is wearing his black boots, black jean shorts
and black ray-bans. He wears black padded gloves, ala Ultimate
Fighters wear during their matches. He wears a black T-shirt that says
"I'm Breaking HARTT!!". Behind him is the "Mega Agent", Paul Sandler.
He's in  a white suit, black shirt and white tie. He knows he's
defying the PVW's decision to ban him from rings side. RJ slides into
the ring while Paul Sandler is looking at the barred cage sitting
ringside.]

HD: Management has ruled that Paul Sandler may stay at ringside
for this match....

[Paul Sandler is ecstatic, jumping up and down in joy...]

HD: In the steel cage set aside at ringside!!!!

[The crowd goes nuts as Paul Sandler goes from happy to angry in less
than a "Mega second".]

Paul Sandler: Get down here and put me in it.....

[Destiny Souza, in ring attire, jumps over the barrier, catches Paul
Sandler from behind and by surprise. She grabs his hair and back of
his jacket and throws him into the small cage. She has the lack and a
"Click" can be heard around the arena. RJ slides out to confront his
estranged wife when.....

'Through the Fire and Flames' plays over the speakers. The fans erupt
into a MONSTER POP!!!]

CL: HERE IS CHRIS HARTT!!!

HD: Introducing his opponent...  Weighing in at two hundred and forty
five pounds ... From Minneapolis, Minnesota ...

The PVW Rising Phoenix Heritage Champion !!!!


Here is ...


"The Paladin" Chris Hartt !!!


[Chris Hartt walks out with a solemn, grim expression.  Fans reach out
to touch him and he responds, almost blindly, as if so focused, he
barely sees them.  He walks up the steps and into the ring, stepping
through the ropes, then climbs the turnbuckle, looks around, then
raises his arms slowly into the sign of the cross.]

CL: What intensity off of that young man!  I have never seen him so
focused!

FH:  Hartt's got a lot on his mind and a hell of a match ahead of him.
He keeps sayin' this is the end, but it isn't over until that 30
minute bell rings.  He just better make sure he has the most
submission against Souza, first!  I don't know if that's gonna happen
with those bruised ribs!  That's just a target for Souza, pure and
simple!

CL:  If anyone can weather the pain and pull this off, it's gotta be
Hartt!

FH: Don't forget Souza is 1-0-1 against Hartt.  He has to be the
favorite now!



___________    ____       ________________________________________
___  __ \_ |  / /_ |     / /   PVW Rising Phoenix Heritage
__  /_/ /_ | / /__ | /| / /     Ultimate Submissions Match
_  ____/__ |/ / __ |/ |/ /     RJ Souza v. Chris Hartt [c]
/_/     _____/  ____/|____________________________________________



<<< DING   DING >>>


CL: Referee calls for the bell and both men circle one another,
looking for an opening... Hartt shoots in with a single leg takedown
on Souza, but the challenger kicks the champion off him and rolls to
his feet!  Here comes Hartt!!!

[Hartt charges but Souza ducks the clothesline and snatches a rear
waist lock... Hartt counters and reverses with a waist lock of his
own, but Souza blasts him with a back elbow!!!  Another back elbow
breaks the hold and Souza spins, but Hartt ducks the clothesline and
snatches the arm... ]

FH: Good move by Souza!  Hartt goes for the armbreaker and Souza with
a solid shot to those damaged ribs!!!

CL: Chris Hartt staggers away from Souza, but the Bat Man shoves him
into the ropes... Irish whip!!!! He ducks for a backdrop, Hartt puts
on the breaks... SPEAR!!!!!

FH: Good god... Souza saw Hartt put on the breaks and then executed a
spear right in the gut!!! Hartt is in some serious trouble right
now!!!

[The crowd boos as Souza pulls Hartt to his feet... and shoves him
into the corner where he blasts him with a shoulder to the torso!
Another!!!  He yanks Hartt out and locks in a bearhug, lifting the
champion clear off his feet as Chris Hartt's eyes fly open with
pain!!!]

CL: Bear hug by RJ Souza and with all that damage to ribs, we might
see an early submission from the champion...

FH: That would require more brains than Hartt has in him!  He's not
going to quit... not until Souza gets as much pain out of him as he
wants!  JUST LIKE THAT!!!!

[The crowd boos as RJ Souza turns and DRIVES Chris Hartt into the
corner, crushing his ribs!!!  The Man in Black snapmares Chris Hartt
out of the corner and executes a stiff kick right to the taped ribs of
the champion!]

CL: And now Souza with a kneeling abdominal stretch... he's turning
Hartt so that he's forced to face Destiny!

FH: It's insult to injury... he's showing Destiny the weakness of the
man she picked over her husband!  Watch him twist the waist of his
opponent, stretching out those ribs... it's a thing of beauty, my
friend!

CL: This is anything but beautiful... Hartt struggling to free himself
from the hold!  He's rises to one knee and twists back... and there's
an armdrag to break the hold!!!! Souza to his feet, and Hartt with
another armdrag!!!!

[The crowd boos as Souza uses the momentum to slide to the outside of
the ring, staring up as Hartt gets to his own feet and uses one hand
to clutch his side and the other to motion for Souza to get back in
the ring. The "Bat Man" shakes his head in disgust, and slowly walks
up the steps and through the ropes.]

[25:00 remaining]

CL: The clock continues to count down... and you have to figure the
longer this goes on, the more in favor of Souza this match becomes.
Despite the submission style he's known for, Chris Hartt is nursing
those ribs and that'll make him short on breath!

FH: Short on breath and short on the Heritage Title... wonder if
Destiny can tell us what else he's short on!

[Hartt locks up with Souza and takes him to a reverse takedown, but
drops to his knees and lets Souza hit his back, then fall forward,
stunned.  Hartt waits for Souza to rise up onto his knees, then...]

CL: SHINING WIZARD!  Hartt sailed low through the air and nails Souza
in the back of the head!

FH:  That may ring Souza's bell, but it ain't winning the match!

[Hartt grabs Souza's legs and locks on an STF.  Hartt cinches the
hold, as Souza scrambles for the ropes.]

CL:  Hartt has that hold locked on solid!  Souza's mere fingertips
away from those ropes!  The passion and fury in Hartt's execution is
just phenomenal!  I've never seen such focus!

FH: He's doing his best to really show Souza just how good he is, but
he better keep his mind on that total number of submissions!

[Souza pulls and crawls, edging closer to the ropes.  Souza gets a
fingerhold on the bottom rope, then manages a full handhold. The ref
calls for the break, and Hartt rolls off.  He backs away, as the ref
checks on Souza.  Once Souza's up, Hartt charges in and goes for a
Hurricanrana, but Souza manages to heft Hartt up and over the ropes,
sending him down to the floor!!!!  Hartt clutches his head in pain, as
the crowd cheers.]

CL:  Good lord!!  What a toss by Souza!  He just powered his way out
of that move!!

FH:  He sent the Angel-boy flying, for sure!  Now he's gonna' fly
high... fly to the heavens...

CL: Slaughter?  You're quoting Slaughter?

FH: I like them!  Shut your mouth!

[RJ Souza smiles down at Chris Hartt and steps through the ropes... he
measures the champion and comes flying down with a clothesline that
MISSES!!!!!!  The crowd roars as Hartt ducks and RJ Souza's arm gets
driven HARD against the steel cage outside of the ring!!!!]

CL: Sandler can't believe his client nailed the cage... Chris Hartt
struggling nearby and RJ Souza tried to take advantage only to have it
backfire on him!

FH: I bet that holier-than-thou piece of filth tricked him!!!  He
meant for RJ to ram his arm against that cage!!!!

[Whether he meant to isn't an issue now as Chris Hartt struggles to
his feet and grabs RJ Souza from behind... with great exertion, he
sends the challenger rolling back into the ring and comes in after
him.]

CL: RJ Souza clutching that arm, and Chris Hartt moves in and snatches
it into a wringer... elbow to the crook!!! Another elbow!!!  He forces
Souza against the ropes... there's an Irish whip!

FH: Countdown continues... we're at another milestone as the five
minute marker ticks on by!

[20:00 remaining]

[Hartt ducks for the back body drop, but Souza snatches the front
chancery... AND DRIVES THE CHAMP DOWN WITH A DDT!!!!]

CL: Chris Hartt clutching his head... and RJ Souza doesn't stop to
collect his own breath as he drives a knee down on the back of Hartt's
skull!!!!

FH: That's business, bay-bee!  Look at him choke Hartt... the referee
is trying to convince him to stop, but there's no disqualification in
this match!  Submission only!!!

CL: You have a point there... and RJ Souza pulls Hartt to his feet
again and brings him down with a swinging neckbreaker!  Chris Hartt
might be in trouble yet again....

[Souza pulls Hartt to his feet again... gets behind him... ]

FH: Karma Klutch!!!! Karma Klutch!!!! Chris Hartt is locked in the
full nelson, and Souza swings him one way and the next... dragging him
and spinning him to face the corner!!!  He drives him down once!!!!
Twice!!!! Three!!!! FOUR!!!! FIVE!!!!! SIX!!!!!

CL: Chris Hartt can barely keep his feet beneath him...

[RJ Souza releases one arm and lifts it high in the air, taunting the
fans as they roar their disapproval.  He modifies his grip, and
suddenly wrenches back... with the AVENGER!!!!]

CL: AVENGER!!!! AVENGER!!!! RJ Souza is using the Paladins' own hold
against him... I don't believe it!!!!

FH: Believe it baby.... and he taps out!!! HE TAPS OUT!!!!! First
blood goes to RJ Souza!!!!

[The referee calls for a break, but Souza keeps pouring on the
pressure... referee Mark Barnett warns Souza but the "Bat Man"
continues to wrench back.  Barnett finally grabs Souza from behind by
the neck, forcing the Man in Black to release the hold... Souza gets
in Barnett's face, but Barnett warns him about the referee shirt and
orders him in a neutral corner!]

CL: Mark Barnett officiating tonight... finally manages to get RJ
Souza off the champion, but I think the damage is done.

FH: For once, I can't argue with you... RJ Souza just demolished the
champion with his own hold, drew first blood in this Ultimate
Submission match, and he also came into this match with a victory on
the champ already... I'm telling you, he's got his number!

CL: The champion struggles to his feet and the crowd is somber as RJ
Souza dares Chris Hartt to come and get him!

[15:00 remaining]

[Hartt bounds off the ropes and nails Souza with a spinning heel kick!
Hartt then applies an Inverted facelock to Souza, then places his far
leg between the Souza's legs and pushes his near leg's knee against
the Souza's back. Hartt then pulls Souza's head backwards with his
arms and Souza's far leg outwards with Hartt's leg.]

CL: Eastern Stretch applied by Hartt!  Also known as the Plum Stretch!
It was named after Japanese women's wrestler Plum Mariko.

FH:  Mister Wrestle-pedia!  Call the match, Know-It-All!

CL: Okay, fine... Hartt is fighting back against the flood, standing
his ground despite the advantage of RJ Souza!  The challenger tries to
reverse the hold but Hartt cinches it tighter!

[Hartt cinches the old tighter, yanking Souza' head back.  Souza waves
his arms about and grabs Hartt's hair.  The ref just manages to see it
and yells for Souza to release it.  Souza lets go, quickly, then grabs
again, causing the ref to notice, as Hartt yells.  The ref calls for
Souza to release.  Souza lets go, grasping his hands in pain, then
finally, gives in and taps on Hartt's shoulder.]

[Huge face pop!!!!]

CL:  That's one for Hartt!  Only 12 minutes are left!  How far is this
gonna go, now?

FH: It's all tied up, one fall apiece...

[The referee separates both men, and RJ Souza rolls his shoulder...
obviously angry with having been caught so quickly after his own
submission hold on Hartt.]

CL: And both men move in... RJ tucks and rolls beneath Hartt's charge,
gets up behind him... HE GOES FOR THE AVENGER AGAIN!!!!!

FH: That's it... get him with his own hold again!!!

CL: Chris Hartt with a back elbow... and another breaks the hold!
Hartt reverses... and he goes for the Avenger himself!!!!

FH: But RJ Souza felt it coming and bum rushes back into the corner!!!
Hartt's head hit those turnbuckles, and he staggers out of the corner
in a daze... STRAIGHT INTO A KARMA KICK!!!!!

[The crowd boos loudly as Souza rolls to the corner and pulls himself
to his feet... he stalks over to Chris Hartt and leans down to pull
him up, but gets rolled into a small package!]

CL: Hartt on automatic pilot because there is no pin in this kind of
match!

FH: How stupid is that?

CL: Souza kicks out of the hold, and gets to his feet... he wrenches
Hartt up, cinches the front chancery and lifts him... NO!!!! Chris
Hartt floats behind... T-BONE SUPLEX!!!! I think Souza landed a little
rough on that shoulder of his...

[RJ Souza tries to crawl into a corner, begging off the champ... who
comes in and catches a boot to the jaw!  Souza climbs to the second
rope, leaps... and gets a dropkick to the breadbasket!]

FH: Both men are just so worn down from this match... and remember the
damage to Hartt's ribs before the match?  He's got to be feeling it
right now, digging deep for a second wind that just isn't there!

CL: They struggle to their feet... there's a right from Souza, and one
from Hartt!!! They're throwing wide punches, trying to gain some sort
of advantage over one another... Hartt ducks the left and shoots in...
FUJIWARA ARMBAR TAKEDOWN!!!!!

FH: NO!!!! DON'T DO IT!!!! DON'T TAP OUT!!!!!!

[Souza struggles in the hold... finally managing to reach the ropes,
and Chris Hartt shows his obvious frustration as he rolls from his
opponent and wipes the sweat from his eyes.  RJ Souza rolls to the
outside where Sandler attempts to offer some advice.  The crowd roars
as Destiny rushes around the ring and tries to reach through the
cage.... ]

CL: She's had it!!! She's sick of Sandler trying to drive a wedge
between her and RJ Souza.... here comes HArtt!!!!! WHAT THE
HECK?!?!?!!

[Huge heel pop as RJ Souza grabs Destiny and puts her between him and
the charging Hartt, who is forced to put on the breaks as he rushes to
dive out of the ring.  He barely manages to grab the top rope as he
flips over, landing on the ring apron... and gets his foot yanked out
by Souza!!!!]

FH: Brilliant technique!!!! Destiny Souza able to distract Hartt long
enough for her husband to snatch his ankle and drop him to the arena
floor!

CL: She was yanked in front of him... Destiny clearly upset with the
result and RJ Souza shoves her away now that he doesn't need her
anymore... what a despicable human being!

[Souza pulls Hartt to his feet and DRIVES the back of his head into
the single-man cage... he does it again... and again... and holds him
there by the throat, choking him!  Souza finally yanks him free and
shoves him into the ring... and begins to climb the cage outside!!!! ]

FH: Here we go... The Bat Man is going to fly!!!!

CL: FLYING HEADBUTT... NOBODY HOME!!!! NOBODY HOME!!!!!

[The crowd roars as Souza flies over the ropes and lands solidly on
the mat, immediately clutching his skull as he rises to his knees...
Chris Hartt manages to roll back to lean against the ropes.]

[10 Minutes left... ]

FH: That's not fair... Souza had Hartt down...

CL: It's why they call it high risk!!!  Chris Hartt rising to his
feet... he can feel the energy surging through this crowd, his chest
swelling with the electricity as they start to chant his name...

Pal-AH-DIN!!!! Pal-ah-DIN!!!!!

FH: I can't believe he's able to get up after the beating earlier and
the twenty minutes of high impact grueling wrestling we've seen
tonight!

[Chris Hartt comes in on Souza, who swings but the champion easily
ducks and gets a waist lock from behind.... the challenger tries to
back elbow, but Hartt ducks and snatches one arm and then the other.]

CL: Cross arm suplex!!!!!  Souza clutching his shoulder from the
impact of that move... struggles to his feet and gets taken down with
a single arm DDT from the champion!!!!

FH: Where is he finding this kind of energy?!?!!!!

CL: Chris Hartt measuring Souza from behind... AVENGER!!!!!
AVENGER!!!!! He locks it on, and Souza scrambles around the ring,
looking for leverage.... NO!!!! Hartt takes him to the mat with a body
scissor and RJ Souza taps!!! HE taps!!!! He Taps!!!!!

[The referee calls for a break and Hartt happily complies... he rolls
to his feet and takes a deep breath, his hand clutching at his side as
he winces in pain.  Souza gets to his feet and shoves the referee
away... he charges Hartt and gets dropped with a toe hold!!!]

FH: Just a reminder, the clock is still ticking down...

CL: And Chris Hartt with a 2-1 advantage on RJ Souza!

[5:00 remaining]

FH: Souza back to his feet...

[Hartt locks up with Souza, goes for a side headlock, then a snapmare.
Hartt bounds off the ropes, leaps up and flips with a Springboard
Moonsault!!! The crowd is on their feet!!!! ]

CL: The heart of a champion... the Paladin just refuses to back down
and catch his breath.  He's not resting on his advantage, no matter
how little time there is left!

FH: This is all Destiny's fault... somehow!

[  Hartt locks Souza's legs around one arm and turns him over into a
Texas Cloverleaf.  Souza rises up on his hands and uses his leg
strength to power out of the hold after only a few moments, sending
Hartt into the ropes!!!  The champions' chest is draped right across
the cable, and he clutches at his rib in pain as Souza rounds up and
charges! The champion manages to slide underneath the ropes, hops back
up and locks Souza into a modified Tarantula hold!!!!   The ref counts
for the release.

1..

2..

3..

4..

FH: Is that even legal???  It's not a legal hold... let him go!!!

CL: As you're so fond of reminding me... he has a five count to
comply!

[Hartt lets go, then, as Souza stumbles away from the ropes, Hartt
leaps up to the top rope, leaps off, drives Souza down with a reverse
Thesz press.  Hartt locks his feet in around Souza's shoulders, then
reaches back and yanks on Souza's legs for a reverse bow and arrow
stretch.]

FH:  What kinda move is that?!?

CL:  I dunno, but it looks like it hurts!!

[Hartt yanks on Souza's legs and tightens the hold.  Souza tries to
reach up and pound on Hartt's things.  Souza scrambles to pull Hartt's
feet away, but the position and the pain are too great.  Souza flails
and finally, pounds the mat in panicked frustration!]

CL:  Hartt's done it again!  That's 3 to 1 in this contest!  Only 2
minutes left!

PW: This is one major fight! These guys are really taking each other
to task!

[Referee calls for a break, and Chris Hartt takes a few steps back...
and RJ Souza rolls to the outside quick as a hiccup, clutching at his
back as he staggers towards Destiny. He grabs her and  levels her with
a right hand!

FH: What the hell??!!!!

CL: I don't believe it... he's blaming her!!!!!  Here comes Chris
Hartt... and he gets a Karma kick to the face!!!! We still have a
little over one minute left in this match!!!!

[RJ drags her to the ring post where he locks in a "Bret Hart Figure
Four"  Destiny is screaming in pain!]

CL: What the hell is going on?!?!!!!  Paul Sandler yelling something
at Hartt as the Paladin struggles to his feet....

Paul Sandler: You want it to stop Chris, Submit NOW!!

FH: Chris Hartt calls for the referee... he's saying he submits and
the referee nods and calls for the bell!!!! This match is now 3 and 2
in Chris Hartt's favor with one minute left on the clock... wait a
minute... Souza isn't letting go of the hold!!!!

Paul Sandler: TWO MORE TIMES, HARTT!!!!

CL: Chris Hartt can't believe it... wait... what is Destiny
screaming!!!

[Destiny Souza leans over and screams, "KICK HIM IN THE FACE!!!! DO
IT!!!!!"  Hartt moves, and Paul Sandler reaches out of the cage to
grab his ankle... he kicks the hand away and charges RJ Souza.... BOOT
TO THE HEAD!!!! BOOT TO THE HEAD!!!!!]

CL: Ten second left!!!!  Chris Hartt trying to break the hold on
Destiny... trying to separate her from RJ Souza!

FH: You finally admit it!!!!

CL: Five second left and Chris Hartt finally manages to pull the legs
apart as Destiny rolls into the ring, clutching her knee!!!! RJ to his
feet....

[The bell rings.... and RJ stops, eyes wide as his fist is reared back
to nail Hartt.  He stops and just stares, stupefied as Hartt staggers
back and raises one one hand... and one finger.

HD: The winner of this match... AND STILL PHOENIX VALLEY HERITAGE
CHAMPION... THE PALADIN ... CHRIS HARTT!!!!!


*BOOMING POP!*



CL: Chris Hartt stepping back as Destiny Souza rolls out of the ring
and intercepts the Championship Title... she hands it to Hartt, turns
to him... and shakes his hand???

FH: What?  No kiss.

[Chris bows his head to her and smiles... he lifts the championship
high as Destiny steps back and looks back at RJ Souza, who is still
stunned to have lost this match.  Now, however, his eyes turn to
Destiny... and she offers him a single finger salute in return as she
limps on her bad knee.  She turns her back on him and walks up the
aisle as Chris Hartt continues to celebrate with the fans!!!]

FH: Where does RJ go from here?

CL: Soul search time by RJ...  He followed the advice of Paul Sandler
and what does he have to show from it?  His family is broken.... His
friendship with Chris Hartt is shattered.... And when it was all said
and done the PVW Rising Phoenix Heritage Championship sits around the
waste of The Paladin.

FH: The cards were stacked against Souza from the beginning.  He was
robbed damnit!

CL: At End Game Fred, Chris Hartt walks out as the PVW Rising Phoenix
Heritage Champion.

FH: A damn shame.

[Backstage. The camera traces its way down a corridor and wraps around
a corner. It's path cut off by the massive torso of a man. His chest
and back clad in a sleeveless black t-shirt. Nothing else is visible
as the beast of wrestling's past roams slowly down the corridor. His
black boots clicking off the concrete below in a methodical rhythm.
The large figure slowly turns and the front of the t-shirt comes into
focus.. square in the middle of the camera. Two little words. Words
that if you are a wrestling savant bring daggers to your hearts. Two
words that have stricken many men defeated in their long career.

"Southern Comfort".

The camera pans out subtly, revealing the neck and head that's
attached to this t-shirt. His piercing blue eyes stare directly into
the lense. His lips curl upwards slightly through his bearded face.
The UEW Legend. The GFWA Legend.

The Man with No Worries.

Rob Magnum.]

RM: You know.. a _long_ time ago I made a name for myself in a
federation I'm sure you've all heard of. I walked through it's doors
and into it's hallowed grounds and stepped over _each_ and _every_
competitor thrown before me. For a _year_, a _year_, I laid claim to
the name of each and _every_ person who stepped before the path of No
Worries... I laid claim to them as victims. But it didn't end there.
It didn't end with an endless list of names strewn about before my
feet like confetti. I claimed other things as well. Allocades.

I claimed one title.

Then another.

I claimed awards.

Then more.

Now, we're talking eleven years ago. In this sport a _lifetime_ ago..
and it was a different time back then. Things weren't the same as they
are now. Ya know how they say the more things change, the more they
stay the same.. well.. that doesn't hold true in our line of business
boys.

[Magnum raises his massive right arm to his face and rubs it's weary
surface. Years of battle scattered about it's surface, small scars,
worn skin... and the eyes. The sad eyes that carry a lifetime of
memories that most men couldn't live with.]

And through it all, through all the time that has passed. All the
federations that have risen and crumbled. All the wrestlers who have
moved on, or passed on. All the memories that have faded into thin
air. Through it _all_. I haven't forgotten a single god damn thing
that's led me to where I am today.

Standing before you once more.. just like old times.

[Magnum's head slumps down as he modestly chuckles, obviously wrapped
up in his thoughts.]

I'm sure most of you have forgotten, or were never even privy to, that
timeframe in our business. You've only heard stories of what things
were like, or how things were done. And like I said earlier, it was a
different time. A time of gangs.. stables..factions.. gang warfare you
might say. And when everybody else was crawling into their respective
foxhole with somebody else... I made my name trusting the one man I
knew I could count on.

The One Man Army.

The "I Don't Need Anybody" stable.

[Magnum pats the words "Southern Comfort" that lay strewn across his
massive chest.]

Me.

Which is ironic now that tonight has come to pass. Now that history's
reared it's ugly head and brought me before some old "friends" once
more. It's ironic that I made my _living_ on walking this line alone.
And here I am, ten years later, making my grand return by doing
something I've never done in my _entire_ career..

.. standing up for another.

William Craven.

[Magnum's expression growns more stern, his lips narrowing through his
beard. His eyes narrowing through the bags that hang beneath them.]

Will.. from one Detroit boy to another.. you're _welcome_. But don't
think that what happened here tonight has anything to do with you. I'm
not the old me, I see no need to kick you in the gut and lay you
square out in the middle of that ring. I see _no_ need for our paths
to cross in anything but a cordial manner. But I think it's only fair
to tell you, that what happened tonight.. was all about _them_.

Widowmakers Inc.

So if you want to help me along the way. If you want to stand beside
No Worries as he walks through another faction.. then by all means
stand beside me. _But_ if you get the stroke to stick your nose in my
business in any way other than to _help_.. then I'll paint a Picasso
with your blood on that mat, my friend. So the choice is yours, scout.
You're either with me.. or you're in my way.

But regardless, I've spent an entire _career_ dismantling armies.

[Magnum shrugs.]

What's one more?

[Fade back to the announcers.]

CL: HECK YES!!!!!!

FH: You seam to be marking for Rob Magum an awful lot.

CL: He is a legend in this industry.  He is also a big mofo who can
step up with William Craven and stop Widowmakers Inc. from cutting
through the PVW like a knife in hot butter.

CL: It's time ...  Folks Mr. Willingham wanted me to read this note..
"Fans of the PVW at this time we are preparing to announce the two PVW
warriors who will be competing inside a Barbwire match.  It's assumed
that this match will be violent and extremely brutal.  It's an
_unsanctioned_ match that was pushed on our shoulders and if any young
children are watching we advise that they don't witness this blood
shed.  We apologize in advance to anyone this match upsets.  We are
proud of our tribute to the golden era of wrestling and will continue
to strive to bring you the best athletic competition match ups in the
world."

FH: Wow PVW is washing it's hands of this gore fest.  I don't blame
them.  There are a lot of pusses out there.

[The camera zooms in on the war zone that has been set up.  The ropes
have been removed and replaced with razor sharp barbwire.  Wrapped
around the turnbuckle pads is barbwire...  On the outside sit boards,
chairs, and tables wrapped in yep you guessed it BARBWIRE.  Barbwire
spools stand ready to cause chaos and blood shed sitting on the tarps
that cover the ground at ringside in hopes of catching the blood ...]

CL: This is going to just be _brutal_. Folks seriously if you have a
weak stomach take a long bathroom break.

FH: Don't come back until you hear Rob Cole's voice fade from all the
screaming.

HD: Introducing first... Standing at two hundred and seventy five
pounds... From New York City, New York...


Here is ...


Spectre !!!


*MASSIVE HEEL POP!*


[The arena lights suddenly cut to pitch black without warning.  Over
the PA system, the faint sound of a heartbeat begins after ten seconds
of complete silence.

Thump-thump

Thump-thump

Thump-thump

"Do you fear the Dark?" a gravelly voice asks in a whisper.

A single red spotlight cuts through the blackness, illuminating the
solitary form of The Spectre as "Beautiful People" by Marilyn Manson
cuts in over the PA System.  Spectre, clad in a pair of cutoff
jeans, a black t shirt and combat boots stands with his taped forearms
held up at angles away from his pale, scarred body as the combination
of his dark dreadlocks and the red lighting paints a ghastly picture
over the ghoulish wrestler. As the music picks up, the lights start
flashing in time with the beat, creating almost a stobe-effect as The
Spectre makes his way towards the ring, ignoring the fans lining the
aisles.  As he reaches the apron, the pale skinned grappler speeds up
to a run and slides smoothly under the bottom rope, standing and
stalking towards the ropes in front of the announce table. He gazes on
the weapons of destruction on the outside.  A sadistic smile forms
across the lips of the madman.]

CL: If I didn't know any better I would say that Spectre is actually
getting aroused at the weapons of destruction around him.

FH: Are you telling me you are looking at Spectre's man hood?

CL: It's a figure of speech.

FH: Maybe I should go back to The Burning Effect after all.

HD: His opponent... Standing at two hundred and eighty six pounds ...
From Hudson Valley, New York ...


Here is ...


Rob Cole!!!


*HUGE MASSIVE ARENA POP!*



["Rumatahatta" by Sepultura hits the PA system as the crowd cheers.
Out steps the Outcast.  The long dark hair hangs in wet tangles around
his face and head, he is dressed in a pair of loose fitting black
pants with a silver barbed wire trim design up along the sides.  Red
and black boots, taped fists, and a sleeveless teeshirt finishes out
Cole's attire. The camera zooms in on the face of the legend and it's
covered in scars from past battles. He walks slowly down to the ring
and steps onto the ring apron and clutches the barbwire ropes and
removes his hand and holds it up as blood drips down his palm.]

CL: Looks like Rob Cole is ready for the blood to begin to flow!




___________    ____       ________________________________________
___  __ \_ |  / /_ |     / /        Barbwire Hell
__  /_/ /_ | / /__ | /| / /    One on One Grudge Match
_  ____/__ |/ / __ |/ |/ /     Rob Cole v. The Spectre
/_/     _____/  ____/|____________________________________________



<<< DING   DING >>>


CL: There's a good chance one of these men will not survive this match
Fred.

FH: Rob Cole finally gets put out to the pasture once and for all.
Hope you brought your cameras fans, Spectre is about to legally get
away with murder!!

[The fans pop in anticipation as the two warriors meet in the center
of the ring. But instead of a fury of punches Spectre shocks Cole and
everyone in attendance by pulling the Outcast into a side headlock and
riding him down to the mat, really cinching in the hold.]

CL: What the hell? I wasn't aware that a side headlock was something
the Spectre knew how to use.

FH: Stupid people like you learn something new everyday Chip.

[The look on Cole's face is priceless as he tries to pry his head from
the Spectre's vice like grip. Rob manages to work his way to all four
and finally forces Spectre into the barbwire, but instead of releasing
the hold, Spectre slides into a hammerlock and uses his foot to force
Cole to one knee, barring the arm in the process.]

CL: This is definitely not what we expected in this match thus far.

FH: Whose we? Got a turd in your pocket? Spectre is simply getting in
Cole's head. You think the Spectre wants to give the people the
violence they so crave? This is a statement, that he does things on
his terms alone!

[Cole drives his free fist into the gut of Spectre to force him to
release the armbar. Spectre backs off to avoid another wild right hand
by Cole, and the Outcast takes the opportunity to bull rush him, but
Spectre in turn surprises Cole again with a drop toe hold, and quickly
slides into a camel clutch.]

CL: You can just feel the frustration radiating off of Rob Cole right
now. Spectre has come out and done exactly the opposite of what people
thought he would.

FH: They're in shock, its wonderful. The look on Rob's face is worth
the price of admission. Spectre is sticking it to Cole, the
Willinghams, the PVW. and SSN. But I have absolute faith that Spectre
will lose interest in this little crusade soon enough, and we'll have
ourselves a BLOODBATH!!

[The fans finally beginning voicing their displeasure for the
proceedings, but this just causes the grin on the dreadlocked ghouls
face to widen even further as he pulls savagely on Cole head, trying
to separate it from his neck!]

CL: Even in a simple move like the camel clutch the Spectre is a
savage!

[With the crowd getting behind him Cole begins fighting to get to his
feet, the Spectre still on his back, wrenching on his chin!]

FH: C'mon Spectre! rip his head off!!

CL: Cole is on his feet! What fortitude!


"_____TTTTTHHHHHUUUUUDDDDD!!!!!_____"


[Major poppage as Cole throws his legs out and drops to his back,
crushing the Spectre into the canvas with five hundred pounds of
momentum!]

FH: Crap!

CL: Cole pulling Spectre up now...

[The Outcast attempts a short arm lariat but the Spectre ducks and
locks Cole in the dreaded... The Amazing... The World
renowned..............................SLEEPERHOLD!!!]

FH: Whoooo!! This one is over baby!! I thought Spectre might be in a
little situation there but he proves to be the man once again!

[Cole flails his arms trying to find a way out of the most feared move
in wrestling history. He finally manages to turn his body enough to
drive the point of his elbow repeatedly into the ribs of the
dreadlocked menace, forcing him to lighten his grip, and allowing Cole
to bullrush him into the corner, smashing him back first into the
turnbuckles wrapped in barbwire!!]

[First contact pop!!]

CL: Spectre goes backfirst into the barbwire, and he's smiling!
Sick!!!

FH: I hope Robbie packed a lunch.

[Cole begins driving _stiff_ closed fists to the ribs and face of
Spectre, who tries to cover up but refuses to lose the grin. Spectre
finally slides to the mat from the absolute relentless nature of
Cole's assault. He backs up a step and leaps forward, driving a
vicious knee into the face of Spectre, snapping his head into the
barbwire wrapped turnbuckle.]

[Hardcore pop!]

CL: Cole is like a man possessed!

FH: He could've broken Spectre's nose with that knee!

[Cole backs up again, further this time, and runs at Spectre with
wreckless abandon! At the last moment Spectre slides out of the way
and Cole charges headlong into the barbwire wrapped corner. The force
is sickening, and as he staggers backward from the impact, Spectre
spears him out of his boots and begins gnawing at his forehead and
clawing at his face like a madman!]

[You sick fuck! Pop!]

CL: Spectre has finally snapped and is cannibalizing the Outcast!!
Insanity!

FH: Methinks he's done playing games now. Good luck Cole. Ha!

CL: Rob Cole staggers back from Spectre... another shot from the goth!
And another!  Cole nearly forced back into that barbed wire...

FH: He’s going in!  He’s going in!!!

[FACE POP!!!]

CL: Rob Cole with a drop toe hold, and Spectre drops chest first
across the middle wire!!!  Good lord, Rob Cole to his feet and...
what's he doing?

[Cole reaches into his boot and flips open the straight razor from a
few weeks back, grinning wolfishly as Spectre tries to extricate
himself from the wire... only to have Cole shove him back down,
placing the razor against his forehead!  The Outcast laughs and RIPS
the blade back!!!!]

FH: BLOOD!!! BLOOD!!!!

CL: Good god!!! Rob Cole is out for blood tonight, slashing the
forehead of Spectre open with that razor!!!!  He draws it across the
goths’ skull once again... and rips it up through the hairline!!!!
This is disgusting!!!!

[Cole continues to laugh and shoves his weight down across the back of
his opponent, cupping his palm beneath the flow of blood and shoving
the puddle into the mouth of his opponent.  Cole pulls the mans arm up
and over the barbed wire... and SLASHES a gash across the arm!]

FH: He’s giving him the same scar he has on his arm... the same damn
scar!  Rob Cole is not just after an eye for eye, though... I think he
might actually be here to kill Spectre! He belongs in an institution
not a wrestling ring!!

CL: These two have proven repeatedly they BOTH belong in an
institution! But the Spectre... My god... He's just been filleted by a
madman with a straight razor, and he's still smiling!

FH: The monster beneath the bed... Rob Cole is proving his moniker
tonight, taking this brutal match to the next level!

CL: Spectre bleeding profusely from those open wounds on his skull...
and

[Rob Cole pulls him up and cinches the gut and takes him up and over
with a beautiful suplex!!!  And he follows up with a side-mount...
knee to the head!  Another knee!!!  And Cole pulls him up, once again,
Almost exactly what he tried in their last match, but Spectre twists
out of the grip and staggers to his feet... and Cole launches forward,
snatching both knees and YANKING the Goth from his feet!!!]

[Disgusted pop!]

FH: Barbed wire!!!! Cole yanked him back into the barbed wire and
Spectre’s back is raked down that wire by the force of his weight. He
must be bleeding from everywhere now!

CL: And Cole shoves him hard against the wire... and he’s raking
Spectre
back and forth, grabbing him by his throat as he wrenches the body
across that bottom wire!

[The crowd gives a gasped shock as Cole starts to bite at Spectre’s
forehead!!!]

FH: Gimmick infringement!!

CL: Cole to his feet, and he snatches both legs... NO!!!  Slingshot,
but
Spectre snaps chest first against that middle wire and back down to
the bottom one!!!  Cole is grinning from ear to ear... to his feet and
he rolls Spectre to his stomach... He’s trying to shove him face first
into the wire!!!

[Spectre manages to slither underneath the bottom rope and escape to
the floor, and Cole is quick to follow him outside. As The Outcast
grabs a handful of dreads though, the Spectre surprises Cole with a
fist to the goskies, and as he doubles over, the Spectre grabs a front
facelock and spikes Cole face first onto a spool of barbwire at
ringside, with an Implant DDT!]


"_____TTTTTHHHHHUUUUUDDDDD!!!!!_____"


FH: Oh [Beep!]

CL: Fred!!! I apologize for that outburst fans but in Fred's defense
that DDT was absolutely devastating! Cole's face has got to be in
ribbons now!!

FH: HERE WE GO!!! Spectre grabs Cole!!


'_____CCCCCLLLLLAAAAANNNNNGGGGG!!!!_____"


[The diehards pop as Spectre introduces Cole's face to the steel guard
rail. As Cole struggles to his feet Spectre grabs a barbwire wrapped
chair and wraps it around his head!]

["Sick shot!!" POP!]


"_____CCCCCRRRRRAAAAACCCCCKKKKK!!!___"


FH: Helllloooo concussion! what a shot by the Spectre!!

[Spectre raises the remains of the chair for another shot, but the
monster from under the bed suddenly leaps up and pretty much head
butts the  chair into the face of the dreadlocked madman.]

CL: Cole is alive! Can you say adrenaline rush!!

[Spectre drops the chair and turns to stumble away but Cole grabs him
in a waist-lock.]

[MEGA Hardcore poppage as Cole uses all his strength to muscles the
Spectre over his head!!]

FH: GERMAN SUPLEX ON THE CONCRETE!!


"_____TTTTTHHHHHUUUUDDDDD!!!!!_____"


CL: ALL IMPACT, NO BRIDGE!! ROB COLE IS AN ABSOLUTE BEAST!!



"HOLY  SHIT!"   "HOLY  SHIT!"      "HOLY  SHIT!"   "HOLY  SHIT!"






"HOLY  SHIT!"   "HOLY  SHIT!"      "HOLY  SHIT!"   "HOLY  SHIT!"






"HOLY  SHIT!"   "HOLY  SHIT!"      "HOLY  SHIT!"   "HOLY  SHIT!"






"HOLY  SHIT!"   "HOLY  SHIT!"      "HOLY  SHIT!"   "HOLY  SHIT!"

CL: Cole snatches a length of that loose wire... yanking it free from
the turnbuckle as he moves in on the bloodied Spectre.  Both men
bloody for that matter, tearing each other apart!

FH: And Cole bridles Spectre with the wire!!!!

[Rob Cole yanks on the wire, drawing it tight as it cuts into the open
mouth of Spectre... he pulls the big goth to his feet, and yells into
his ear from behind, "MY SON?!?!!  You threaten my son?!?!!!"  He
drags Spectre around, and begins to spin... and DRIVES the masochist
face first into the ring post!!! He lets Spectre drop to the arena
floor, holding on to the wire so it rips some flesh on the goths’ way
down.]

CL: This is the most brutal thing I've ever been witness to...

FH: Just keep that monster away from me!

[Laughing, Cole suddenly reaches down and pulls Spectre to his
knees...
shoves wire against his face, raking it back and forth across the
skull and the bridge of his nose!  He suddenly drops to his own knees,
smacking his own bloody skull down across the bridge of Spectre’s
nose!!!!]

CL: How can we even call this barbarism a real match???  HOW?!??!!

FH: I think I'm going to be sick...

[Cole continues to wrap that loose wire around the skull of Spectre,
tangling the gruesome goth’s dreads in those barbs!  He hooks the
front chancery and steps back... DDT into the rest of that barbed wire
mess!]


"_____TTTTTHHHHHUUUUUDDDDD!!!!!_____"


[When is it enough pop!]

CL: These two are going to freaking kill each other!! Madness!!

FH: And they're both grinning like they just one the lottery. The
sickness in these two men... its appalling...

CL: Camera heading over... and Cole is crawling beneath the ring!!!
IS he trying to hide?

[Spectre takes a deep breath and heads over, circling the ring as Rob
Cole crawls a little further beneath the ring.... The Goth reaches
down and yanks him out, and suddenly covers his face and drops as
something sparkling is thrown up and into his face!!!]

CL: THUMBTACKS!!!! Rob Cole just threw a fistful of thumbtacks at the
face of Spectre, and the big monster is blinded!!!!

FH: Forget the fistful of tacks... look at that bag!!!  He’s upending
it all over the floor!!!!

[The crowd gives a huge roar as Cole staggers to his feet and falls
back against the railing.  He turns and grabs a drink from the vendor,
splashing it against his own face... and SCREAMING!!!!!]

CL: Oh lord... I think he just splashed lemonade on his own face!

FH: That'll wake him up....

CL: Spectre’s eyes are clear, and he’s moving in on Cole... but Rob
with a  back body drop!!!  SPECTRE ON THE TACKS!!!! SPECTRE ON THE
TACKS!!!

[Cole doesn't pause to watch his handiwork... he can hear it in the
painful scream from Spectre.  He heads to the ring apron once more,
flipping it up and dragging a ladder from beneath the ring!!!!  !  The
Ghoulish one starts to roll out of the tacks, gasping for air as Cole
reaches beneath the ring... and draws out a large plywood board
tangled with barbed wire!!!!!]


FH: What the hell?  The barbed wire around the ring just wasn't
enough?

CL: I guess not... Cole slides that board into the ring and turns as
Spectre gets to his feet!  His back is sparkling with tacks, and Cole
is smiling as he measures the Ghoul!  KICK TO THE ... OH!!!!

[Sympathy pop!!!]

[Spectre doubles over and Cole rips a handful of tacks from his
back!!! Spectre cries out and Cole wrenches his head back, lifts his
fit, and SMOOSHES the thumbtacks into the Spectre’s exposed
forehead!!!!]

CL: Good lord!! When is enough enough!!?!?!

[But the Spectre surprises all in attendance as he suddenly springs to
life, staggering a surprised Cole backwards and Spectre is on him like
flies on shit, punches and head butts. Cole stumbles backward into the
steps and Spectre dives on top of him, gnawing and scratching. He
grabs a discarded strand of bloody barbwire and begins raking it
across his entire face!]

FH: Theirs gonna be no skin left on either of their faces! How in the
hell are they still fighting! The blood loss alone.... unbelievable!

[The ferocity of Spectre's assault forces Cole into the ring. The
Spectre rolls in after him, head butting and throwing wild punches at
Cole. He double Rob over with a kick to the gut, quickly driving Cole
skull first onto the barbwire wrapped board in the ring with a
piledriver!]


"_____TTTTTHHHHHUUUUUDDDDD!!!!!_____"


CL: Cole just got dumped on his skull again! The Spectre collapses to
the mat as well. He lands on top of Cole!!!









ONE ...









TWO ...









THREE !?!






[HARDCORE ROOF BLOWING OH MY GOD DID HE GET HIM IS IT OVER????
POP!!!!]

CL: FOOT ON THE ROPES!! COLE GOT A FOOT ON THE ROPES!!

[VERY slowly, the blood drenched, dreadlocked would be monster under
the bed slayer reaches out and grasps the bottom rope, slowly pulling
himself up. Across the ring, to the elation of the crowd, Rob Cole,
somehow, against all laws of nature, is pulling himself up as well.]

FH: God Spectre just end it already. This has been inhumanly BRUTAL!

[Both up at roughly the same moment the blood drenched psychopath's
still eye each other with an inhuman fury. With animal like
ferociousness, the two warriors explode to the center of the ring in a
hurricane of punches. Spectre catches Rob in the mini-Rob with a boot,
doubling him over, Spectre quickly attempts to hit the rebirth!]

FH: YES!!!

[No! Cole goes dead weight on Spectre and returns the low blow,
catching the Spectre square he bends over right into position for
the....]

CL: CASTOUT POWERBOMB!


"_____TTTTTHHHHHUUUUUDDDDD!!!!!_____"


[MONSTER FINISHER POP!!!]



FH: NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

[Cole does hit his go home move, but his lack of energy lead to less
than perfect execution. He collapses into a cover as the ref dives
into position!]









ONE ...









TWO ...









THREE !?!

[MEGA ROOF BLOWING HEEL POP!]

CL: THE REF IS HOLDING UP TWO FINGERS!!

FH: HOW!?!? WHAT IS IT GONNA TAKE TO KEEP ONE OF THESE GUYS DOWN!!

[Cole eyes the top rope wearily as he rolls to his knees. The crowd
rumbles as he begins to climb!]

CL: He can't be thinking... The Barbwire would never hold his weight!

[But its a moot point because against all odds, the Spectre has risen
from the dead and catches Cole as he reaches the second buckle,
spinning him around to quickly yank him off the second turnbuckle and
drive his skull into the mat with the Rebirth!!!]


"_____TTTTTHHHHHUUUUUDDDDD!!!!!_____"


[Out of Nowhere finisher pop!]

FH: THE SPECTRE JUST SPIKED COLE OFF THE SECOND TURNBUCKLE WITH THE
REBIRTH!! THAT HAS GOT TO BE IT!! FOR THE LOVE OF EVERYTHING THAT IS
HOLY!!!

CL: But he can't make the cover. The ref doesn't look like he knows
what to do, both men are out!! The Spectre finally rolls over and
drapes an arm over the bloody torso of Cole.









ONE ...









TWO ...









THREE !?!

[Roof blowing pop as the ref holds up TWO fingers!!!]

FH: GAAAAAHHH!! He's gonna have to kill him to finish this!!

CL: It sure does look that way Fred!

[Both men crawl amidst the wreckage of the ring... Rob Cole crawls up
the ladder, leaning hard against the metal frame as Spectre gets to
his own feet.  The Outcast grabs at the loose tangle of wire stuck to
his clothing and begins to pull it closer to him as Spectre picks up
another weapon.]

CL: Rob Cole with a bundle of wire... but here comes the Spectre!!!
He nails Rob Cole!  He nails him again, and he cinches him... pulls
the
leg for that fisherman, but Rob counters by shoving that tangle of
wire in Spectre’s face!!!  Spectre staggers back and Cole with a
clothesline!

FH: Both men are down again in this horror show!

[The crowd begins to chant for Cole, who slowly pulls his knees
beneath him!  He rises and leans his head back, blood pouring from the
open wounds scattered across his body!  He slowly raises both hands...
in mock crucifixion!]

CL: Cole is giving a sign to the fans... he’s signaling the end for
Spectre!

FH: This is the end for him, you mean!!!!

[Cole rolls out of the ring, snatching something from beneath the
apron.  Spectre finds the time to rise to his own feet.  He sees Cole
coming, a sick look in his eyes... he dares the Outcast forward, and
Cole rushes in!]


"_____SSSSSMMMMMAAAASSSSSHHHHH!!!!!_____"


HUGE POP!!!!

CL: I don't believe it!!! Rob Cole with a full bottle of whiskey and
he SMASHES it over the skull of Spectre!!!!  The big goth falls back
against that board of tangled wire... I think Rob Cole just knocked
him completely silly!

FH: That was the bottle Rob Cole was worshipping weeks ago... the
bottle he nearly drowned in on his way to battle Spectre... this is
the horror show that Bobby Cole promised us weeks and weeks back!

[Cole yanks Spectre out of the tangle of wire... there’s a furious
look in his eyes as he moves past the pain and anguish of his body.
He has the chance to cover, but he doesn't take it!  The crowd goes
crazy as he lifts the board and sets it up against the ring corner....
But then silence falls on the crowd, before the screaming starts!
Cole reaches into his boot once again... and uses a book of matches to
light the tangled board aflame!!!!!!]

CL: NO!!!! NO!!!! NO!!!!!  Rob Cole has lit the board on fire... a
board tangled in barbed wire, dripping with the whiskey he smashed...
oh no!!!! NO!!! NO!!!!

FH: CAST OUT POWERBOMB!!!!!!!


"_____CCCCCRRRRRUUUUUNNNNNCCCCCHHHH!!!!!_____"


[The crowd roars after the moment of stunned shock, and Rob Cole leans
back against the ladder... he stares down at Spectre amidst the wire
and burnt wood debris, some of the chunks of the board still on fire.
Spectre lies still, smoldering as Cole grins.  He slowly turns... ]

FH: Is he insane?!?!!!  No more!!! NO MORE!!!! Stop climbing the
ladder!!!!

CL: This is Rob Cole... he doesn't care about winning... he doesn't
care about losing... all he cares about is making certain that Spectre
can't get up in the morning, if ever again!  And yes... He is
absolutely INSANE!!!!!


[Cole reaches the top and spreads both arms, the crowd flashing bulbs
as blood pours down his ripped and torn up body.  Spectre has still
been unable to move and Cole doesn't so much as leap as he drops from
the top of the ladder!]

CL: WORLD’S UGLIEST FROG SPLASH!!!!!!


"_____TTTTTHHHHHUUUUUDDDDD!!!!!_____"


[Cole lands squarely on the prone body of the Spectre, with his
version of the frog splash.]




ONE ...




TWO ...




THREE ???




[HUGE HOLY SHIT POP!]




CL: HE DID IT!!!! Spectre won the Four Corners brutal strap match and
destroyed Rob Cole after their first meeting, but here at End Game in
BARBWIRE hell ... Rob Cole just leaped off a ladder with his worlds
ugliest frog splash and captured the number one contendership!

FH: I can't believe what we just saw.

[Rob Cole is barely able to stand...  Blood drips from the maniac as
the fans raise to their feet going wild for The Outcast...  Spectre
wears an equal crimson mask while the officials look over him on the
mat.]

CL: This has been the most brutal match in PVW history.  We knew these
two were warriors.  We knew it was going to be violent, but that ...
that ...

FH: That WAS FLAT OUT INSANE!

CL: Folks I don't know what to say...  Cole is headed to the back to
get medical treatment I hope.  EMT's are looking over Spectre.

FH: The PVW medical staff is pretty busy tonight.

[Cut to backstage area, where we see a metal locker room door. A hand
pushes the metal door open and 'The One' Brian Young is sitting upon a
wooden bench, he slowly looks up at the door and nods his head. He
removes the headphones from his ears and places his IPod into his
locker and closes the locker door. He stands up and makes his way out
of the locker room heading towards the entranceway.]

CL: We're moments away from seeing if Brian Young can win his tenth
title ...

FH: And more importantly his first one here in the PVW!

[A look of pure determination is upon the face of Brian as he slowly
walks.]

FH: Young showing he is a veteran by making the slow walk, he's not
needlessly wasting any energy before the match.

CL: What a night it's been thus far!  The Tag Team titles have changed
hands and we have added a Network Champion.

FH: Too bad for Young and Foley we won't be changing anymore.

CL: The Ring crew continues to remove all the barbwire chaos and
change out the barbwire strands for the official ropes.

FH: That match was absolutely brutal.

CL: I hope the SSN Corporate Monkeys got what they wanted.

FH: Ratings and money you can't go wrong.

CL: Folks while we continue to get the ring let's cut to a tribute
from PVW to the late Foley Sr.

[The sounds of the Irish classic song, Danny Boy is heard ...  The
beat strums into an modern Irish Guitar as the image of a young hungry
rookie fresh into the PVW - Caleb Foley is seen smiling ear to ear
...]

Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
From glen to glen, and down the mountain side
The summer's gone, and all the flowers are dying
'Tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide.
But come ye back when summer's in the meadow
Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow
'Tis I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow
Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so.

[On PVW's inaugural show, Caleb Foley hits Irish Eyes are smiling (450
Splash) off the top ropes onto Freddy Travis...  Caleb Foley picks
Horse Thief up and hits him with a gutwrench suplex.  Foley is locked
into the GTS by Michaelson and can't quick reach the ropes but instead
kicks his feet off the turnbuckle, knocking Michaelson onto his
back...]

And if you come, when all the flowers are dying
And I am dead, as dead I well may be
You'll come and find the place where I am lying
And kneel and say an "Ave" there for me.

[Foley hits his mentor and idol Brian Young with a Spear then follows
up with a Standing Moonsault. Foley grabs the PVW World Heavyweight
Championship and raises it high above his head... The Fighting
Irishman  swings Johnathan Monarch around and DDT... Paul Styles turns
and _big_ haymaker... another and this one sends Paul Styles over the
top ropes... Cut to, Foley shakes Dragon Kids hand... Outlaw and Caleb
Foley  walk down the aisle together... Caleb Foley is mauled by a
dozen of fans in the front row as he leans over trying to hug them.
Caleb Foley stands tall inside the ring with his hand raised high.]

And I shall hear, tho' soft you tread above me
And all my dreams will warm and sweeter be
If you'll not fail to tell me that you love me
I'll simply sleep in peace until you come to me.

[We cut to Rise From the Ashes... Foley whips Williams off the far
side ropes and Williams ducks a
clothesline but as he rebounds off of the near side ropes Foley grabs
Williams around the waist and lifts him up, turning 180 degree, and
slams him down as he sits out! We stay with Rise From the Ashes...
Chase Williams brutally beats on Caleb Foley right in-front of his
parents face.  Foley Sr stands tall almost like an old drill sergeant,
but there is a sadness in his eyes as Chase continues his onslaught.]

I'll simply sleep in peace until you come to me.

[We go back to Caleb Foley leaning over hugging his father before his
Rise From the Ashes match.  His mother at his fathers side...  We then
fade to a picture of just Daniel Foley...  1963 - 2008]

.

.

.


*Silence*

.

.

.


[We fade back to the arena and the fans stand cheering ...]

CL: The respect these fans have for Caleb Foley and his father.  He
stared cancer in the face for years... He came to Phoenix and watched
his son fight with every fiber in his body.  Just like his father.  We
honor you Mr. Foley.

FH: You have to admire a man like that.



F O L E Y ! ! !   F O L E Y ! ! !   F O L E Y ! ! !


F O L E Y ! ! !   F O L E Y ! ! !   F O L E Y ! ! !


F O L E Y ! ! !   F O L E Y ! ! !   F O L E Y ! ! !


F O L E Y ! ! !   F O L E Y ! ! !   F O L E Y ! ! !


F O L E Y ! ! !   F O L E Y ! ! !   F O L E Y ! ! !


F O L E Y ! ! !   F O L E Y ! ! !   F O L E Y ! ! !



[The fans continue to stand applauding and honoring...  Chip Lester
and Fred Hoyle join in as the camera just zooms in on the PVW squared
circle... Finally it dies down as Herk Douglas enters the ring.]

HD: Ladies and gentlemen this match is scheduled for one fall and will
be for the PVW HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!


*CHAMPIONSHIP MAIN EVENT POP!*


CL: I can't even hear myself think!

FH: What did you say?

HD: Introducing first ....  Weighing in at two hundred and twenty
seven pounds ...  From Edmonton, Alberta, Canada ....


Here is ...


"The One" Brian Young ...


[As the opening of 'What I've Done' by Linkin Park begins to play
throughout the Anaheim Convention Center the crowd begins to roar in
anticipation. The lights in the arena fade to black as a lone
spotlight shines upon the entranceway. The figure of Brian Young steps
out from the backstage area and pauses for a moment at the top of the
entrance-way soaking in the moment. Brian is attired in a pair of
white full length wrestling tights with white wrestling boots. The
boots have golden laces and upon the right leg in a very stylized font
is the words The One.]

In this farewell
There's no blood
There's no alibi
'Cause I've drawn regret
From the truth
Of a thousand lies

[Brian begins making his way done the aisle slapping hands with the
fans as he passes.]

So let mercy come
And wash away
What I've done

[For a long moment he stares at the ring before finally ascending the
ring steps. At the top of the steps he walks onto the ring apron and
wipes his feet before entering into the ring. He looks at the fans as
he climbs to the top rope and thrusts his arms high into the air.]

I'll face myself
To cross out what I've become
Erase myself
And let go of what I've done

CL: Brian Young looks like he is in the zone and ready to go here
tonight.

FH: Yeah the Dead Zone ...  Brian Young stuck his nose where it didn't
belong at Rise From the Ashes and tonight thanks to Chase Williams
it'll be game over for "The One".

HD: His opponent weighing in at two hundred and ten pounds... From
Dublin, Ireland ....


Here is ...


"The Fighting Irishman" Caleb Foley !!!


[All of a sudden "The Warriors Code" by The Dropkick Murphy's plays
over the PA. as the arena fills with cheers. On the jumbotron we see a
graphic and it reads "From Dublin, Ireland" CALEB FOLEY]

You're the fighter you've got the fire
The spirit of a warrior, the champion's heart
You fight for your life because the fighter never quits
You make the most of the hand you're dealt
Because the quitter never wins
No!

[The lights begin to flicker and the camera zooms into the entrance
way but "The Fighting Irishman" Caleb Foley isn't there. The crowd
begins to stir as the camera does a complete 360 and is now zooming in
on the crowd and you see the fan favorite "The Fighting Irishman"
Caleb Foley sitting in the very front row. Foley stands up and just
stands up and points to the heavens. He has his red hair buzzcut and
an eager look on his face. Dressed in all black, from the kickpads to
the boots and the jacket itself, Caleb stands up and just stares into
the ring. Foley looking completely focused for Phoenix Valley
Wrestling Pay Per View End Games...]

You were born to box in a city that's seen their share
Mello, Ryan, Carney, among them your photo proudly hangs there
Above the bar in the Gaelic Club
They tell the story of a throwback
With the heart of a lion
They salute your glory

[Foley is getting a few words of encouragement for some fans while
others are patting him on the back. Foley has now made it to the ring
barricade. Foley is not taking his eyes off the ring looking
completely focused for Heavyweight Championship World Title Match...]

It's another murderous right
Another left hook from hell
A bloody war on the boardwalk
And the kid from Lowell rises to the bell


[Foley then leaps over the barricade and begins to walk towards the
ring. Foley slides in the ring and climbs the turnbuckle. Foley then
raises both his arms over his head as the crowd cheers him on. Foley
just stands on the top ropes and points to the sky and then blesses
himself before hoping off the turnbuckle and starts stretching for the
match...]

[CROWD POPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

CL: Foley pointing to the sky where his father has a front row seat
here tonight!

FH: Another front row seat to a Caleb Foley ass kicking.  It's hard
being a Foley.

[Brian Young and Caleb Foley stand across from one another...  Respect
and friendship binds the two, but tonight the greatest prize in this
industry is on the line.  They stand waiting for their nemesis, Chase
Williams to appear with the PVW Heavyweight Championship.]

HD: Their opponent ...  Weighing in at Two hundred and ninety seven
pounds ... From Beverly Hills, California ...


Here is ...


The PVW Heavyweight Champion!


"The Conceited Bastard" Chase Williams


##Oh, fuck it all!##


[The relentless, skin shedding guitar riff that leads into Five Finger
Death Punches "White Knuckles" explodes over the PA system. All heads
turn toward the curtain.]

##Sick of being sick and tired, sick of understanding
Tired of feeling sick to my stomach
Demons inside command me##

[The pop is eardrum shattering in magnitude, as the curtain is ripped
aside and Chase Williams strides onto the entrance ramp. The usual
unshakeable confidence is present as he looks smugly over the mass of
booing people. He thrusts the title into the air to the further
displeasure of the crowd, and smiles wildly at the increase in
negative energy.]

##They're saying crush it, break it, smash it
Fuckin' kill 'em all!
Laugh as it falls away
I won't dodge another silver bullet
Just to save a little face##

[Williams ignores the fans around him, focusing solely on his
competition in the ring as he arrogantly walks the aisle, pointing and
jawing at Young as he reaches ringside.]

##I wanna torch it, burn it, scorch it, fuckin' stomp it out
Laugh as it blows away
I won't eat another rotten apple
Though I've grown to like the taste##

[Chase's eyes never leave those of Young's as he climbs the steps and
displays the title to another negative pop, before grudgingly handing
his beloved to the referee.]

##I want you to know, I want you to see
I want you to look beyond your own eyes
Past your afflictions
I want you to hurt, want you to bleed
I want you to look beyond your own face
Past your infections##

[Young and Foley both charge Williams but he slides out under the
bottom rope, smirking at his competition. The ref calls for the bell.]




___________    ____       ________________________________________
___  __ \_ |  / /_ |     / /    PVW Heavyweight Title
__  /_/ /_ | / /__ | /| / /      Triple Threat Match
_  ____/__ |/ / __ |/ |/ / Foley v. Young v. Williams [c]
/_/     _____/  ____/|____________________________________________



<<< DING   DING >>>



CL: And we are underway. The most important match in the short history
of Phoenix Valley Wrestling.

FH: The night that Chase Williams puts all the naysayers to rest once
and for all! Look at that idiot Foley, yelling at Chase to get in the
ring. Giving the champion orders. Who is he kidding?!?

[Williams just smirks and gives Foley the finger. This incites the
young man even further, and in his anger he gets a little to close to
the ropes. Williams quickly rips his feet out from under him, pulling
him under the bottom rope and rocking him with a closed first.]

CL: Thats a close fist ref!

FH: Championship match Chip. No room for pansies!... LOOK OUT CHASE!!




"___SSSMMMAAACCCKKK!!!___"




[MONSTER face pop as Young launches himself over the top rope and
crushes both Foley and Williams on the floor, leaving all three men in
a heap!]




P V W ! ! !   P V W ! ! !   P V W ! ! !   P V W ! ! !


P V W ! ! !   P V W ! ! !   P V W ! ! !   P V W ! ! !


P V W ! ! !   P V W ! ! !   P V W ! ! !   P V W ! ! !


P V W ! ! !   P V W ! ! !   P V W ! ! !   P V W ! ! !




CL: Brian Young brings the fans to their feet!

FH: What a gladiator hit two men when they aren't expecting it.

CL: Brian Young pulls Chase Williams up ....


"___THWWAAAAAPPP___"


WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!


"___THWWAAAAAPPP___"


WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!


FH: Chase Williams swings Young around and UNLOADS with right hands!
Get him champ!

CL: Brian Young fighting back... Here comes Caleb Foley!!!

[The Fighting Irishman comes charging and leaps into the fray!  It
turns quickly into a three man brawl and the two challengers turn
their energy towards the champion....  Young and Foley send Williams
charging into the ring steps --- ]


"___THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUMP___"


CL: Chase Williams sent head first into those ring steps...  Here
comes Caleb Foley .... KNEE INTO THE SIDE OF A SLUMPED CHASE WILLIAMS
HEAD!!!!

FH: They can't do this to Chase Williams he is the CHAMP he deserves
respect!

[... Brian Young uses the ring apron to springboard as Caleb Foley
looks up ... TORNADO DDT ONTO THE RING FLOOR!!!]

CL: HOLY COW!  This match has started off with a flurry of high impact
moves.  Thankfully there is no count outs as the three men haven't
even began to fight inside the ring.

FH: This isn't a real wrestling match.  It's Caleb Foley and Brian
Young teaming up on a superior Chase Williams on the outside.

[Brian Young grabs the champion and rolls him inside the ring ...
Caleb Foley is laid flat on the outside from that brutal DDT.  "The
One" begins climbing the ropes ... Chase Williams slowly makes it to
his feet and Brian Young with a moonsault -- ]


*HUGE POP!*




ONE ...




TWO ...




FH: Big kick out by the champ!  That's how you send a message.  This
is _my_ title and you aren't pinning these shoulders!

CL: Brian Young sends the Champion hard into the corner...  "The One"
Charges ...  CORNER JUMPING SPIN KICK!   Young sends him across again.

[... Williams stumbles out Tilt-a-whirl PILEDRIVER!!!!!]

FH: OUCH!  Chase is in real trouble on the early going here.

CL: Young hooks a leg could we have a new champion!?!




ONE ...




TWO ...




THR ---




*MIXED POP!*




CL: Caleb Foley just pulled Brian Young off and he drops down for the
cover!




ONE ...




TWO ...




[... Brian Young pulls Caleb Foley off Chase Williams and drops back
down for the cover.]




ONE ...




CL: Chase kicks out!  Brian Young and Caleb Foley now face to face ...
FIST FLY!


*HUGE POP!*


FH: About time they stop double teaming Chase Williams.  This is a
triple threat everybody for themselves match.

[Caleb Foley around with a waist lock... The veteran swings an elbow
backwards, but just misses.  Foley reaches under one and hooks one of
Young's arms with one hand and places it behind his neck. The Fighting
Irishman uses his free arm to reach across Young's body and grab his
other arm applying a half nelson. He then locks on a Cobra Cluch ...
Foley lifts Young up and falls backwards, dropping The One right on
their head/neck!]


"___THWAAAAAAAAAAP___"


CL: COBRA CLUTCH SUPLEX!!!!  Foley hooks the leg on Brian Young!




ONE ...




TWO ...




CL: Strong Kick out by Brian Young.   The Fighting Irishman leaps back
up, but turns ...


"___CRAAAAAAAACK___"


FH: CHARGING MAFIA KICK BY THE CHAMPION!   That's how you regain
control!

[Chase Williams puts his boot on Foley's face .... Spinning Boot
Scrape!  He turns as Brian Young is up and charging.... Tilt-a-whirl
--- ]


"___THWAAAAAAAAP___"


CL: BRUTAL Gutbuster Drop!!!!!

FH: That'll make you puke if you aren't careful.  The Champion now has
his sight set on The Fighting Irishman... He is taking them down one
at a time.  It's almost like a handicap match out here for Chase
Williams.

CL: Caleb Foley and Brian Young do have a strong bond.

[With both challengers down inside the ring... The Champion has rolled
to the outside and yanked a chair up and tossed it inside the ring.]


*HEEL POP*


CL: What is Chase Williams doing??

FH: He isn't afraid to get disqualified ...  He retains the title.

CL: I am just getting word that there isn't any DQ's inside this
match.  Perhaps the Champion knew something we didn't.

FH: Wouldn't surprise me.  I'm not exactly working with a professional
here.

[Back in the ring Caleb Foley has reached his feet, Chase Williams has
gotten the best of Caleb Foley and decks him right in the face with a
vicious closed fist to the face.  While Caleb Foley tries to shake the
effect of the punch off, he fails to cover up and prevent Chase
Williams from spearing right back into the turnbuckle corner..]

CL: You can cut the intensity that Chase Williams has built up in him
with a knife tonight!

[Chase Williams now has a steel chair in his hand and goes over to
Caleb Foley.  Chase Williams attempts to smash the metal chair down on
Caleb Foley's head but, all of a sudden, the crowd erupts as Caleb
Foley blocks the incoming chair shot and eventually takes the chair
and throws it down to the mat. Caleb Foley hits him with a huge right
haymaker but Chase Williams does not go down and appears to ask for
another.  Before Caleb Foley can follow up --- ]


"___CRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCK___"


CL: GOOD LORD!  "THE ONE" BRIAN YOUNG JUST CAME OUT OF NO WHERE WITH A
FLYING BODY ATTACK AND CRASHED INTO BOTH MEN!  I THINK CALEB FOLEY
MIGHT HAVE HIT HIS FACE ON THE CHAIR AS WELL!

FH: From the looks at Caleb Foley's forehead I would think so.

[A close up tells the story...  Caleb Foley's forehead has been busted
up by the force of that steel chair.  Brian Young doesn't look
thrilled as he drives a forearm into Chase Williams as he pulls him
off Caleb Foley.]

CL: Both Chase Williams and Caleb Foley were stunned by that flying
body attack.  Young seems to be checking on Foley and helping him to
his feet.

FH: Come on give me a break...


[Brian Young grabs Chase Williams by his right arm and whips him hard
into the corner. He grabs Foley and quickly whips him towards the
corner ...]

CL: CLOTHESLINE! Young gave Foley some extra momentum and Foley hit
Williams with a devastating clothesline.

FH: They should have just called this a HANDICAP match! Since the
opening bell these two have been treating Chase Williams like their
personal rag doll!

CL: Chase is the biggest man in the match and Brian Young being the
veteran that he is, is directing traffic in there to make sure that
Williams is weakened!

FH: The question comes though is Young going to let the rookie get the
pin fall or is he going to try and win the title himself?

[Young grabs Williams and drags him from the corner.]

FH: And Young just continues to bark orders to the rookie!

[Foley nods his head in agreement as Williams is whipped to the far
side rope. Williams rebounds and Foley is there lifting him into the
air ...]

CL: DELIVERY FROM DUBLIN!

FH: DAMN! Foley just drilled Williams with that Sit-Out Spinebuster
...

CL: And Young is screaming at Foley to make the cover!

FH: And Foley doesn't look like he is falling for it.  I guess Foley
isn't as stupid as he looks!

[Brian Young walks up to Caleb Foley and they are jawing back and
forth.  The camera picks up some of it --  "Why so you can just pull
me off?"   "Listen kid if you want to be a champion you better listen
to me!"]

CL: There seems to be a disagreement and it's giving the champion time
to recover.

FH: Caleb Foley is now pointing to his busted open forehead and
BLAMING Brian Young!  I love it!

CL: Brian Young has just handed Caleb Foley the steel chair.  He is
telling Caleb Foley to hit him!

FH: Do it Caleb!!!!

[Caleb Foley lifts the chair up then stops ... Brian Young stands
there waiting for the shot, but Caleb Foley shakes his head "no"...
Just then Chase Williams shoves Caleb Foley from behind and right into
Brian Young as the steel chair hits him!]

FH: Caleb Foley smacked Brian Young!

CL: No he didn't it was Chase Williams from behind.

[The argument between the two challengers has allowed Williams to get
back to his feet and he locks a full nelson behind Caleb Foley and
lifts him up and slams him hard with a Full Nelson Slam!  Chase
Williams then grabs Brian Young lift him up on his shoulders ...]

CL: Chase Williams appears to be setting Brian Young up for a Death
Valley Driver ...

FH: Except he is taking off running ...


"___SLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAM___"




ONE ...




TWO ...




*KICK OUT POP!*




CL: Brian Young with a kick out.  Chase Williams staying fast on his
feet notices Caleb Foley getting back up on his feet and charges with
a big clothesline sending him tumbling over the top ropes and to the
outside.

FH: Heads up move by the Champion bringing it down to just two men
inside the ring.

[Chase Williams bounces off the ropes and nails Brian Young with a
running Knee Lift to the face as he was getting back to his feet.
Chase Williams drops down and covers Young.]




ONE ...




CL: Quick kick out by Brian Young! Williams lifts Young right back up
and whips him into the turnbuckles chest-first.

FH: We finally get to see the _real_ Chase Williams now.  He will do
everything in his power to keep this Championship title.

CL: From what Chase says Brian Young will do everything in his power
to _win_ the PVW title.

[... The Champion bounces off the ropes and plows down Brian Young.
Williams mounts Young and pounds away at his face with ferocious
looking right hands. Williams grabs Brian Young by the throat and
blatantly chokes knowing there won't be a DQ.  Finally Williams drops
the choke hold as the fans boo loudly...  Young rolls to the outside
of the ring.]

FH: Anything ...

CL: Chase Williams is now on the outside apron ...   Brian Young
getting up catching his breath....


*HUGE HEEL POP*



[... Chase Williams takes off nailing an apron dive bulldog lariat on
Brian Young!!! Williams grabs Young and goes to slam him face-first
into the steel guard rail, but Caleb Foley is right there and CLIPS
the back of the leg of the Champion!! Foley fires off an elbow to the
gut and slams Chase’s face into the guard rail.]

CL: Caleb Foley over to rescue his mentor!!!!  Foley lifts Williams up
and delivers a Scoop Slam onto the concrete floor.

FH: This isn't fair.  How can the PVW put Chase Williams into a match
defending his title against BOTH Caleb Foley and Brian Young.

CL: It's Chase William's fault.  He caused the double ten count on
Heatwave.

[Foley pulls himself up onto the apron and rests on the ropes for a
moment trying to catch his breath.  The Fighting Irishman dives off
the apron nailing Chase Williams with a Flying Axe Kick, driving him
back down into the concrete. Both men are down for a moment, but Caleb
Foley rolls the champion back under the ropes and goes for the cover!]




ONE ...




TWO ...




*POP!*




CL: Brian Young came diving in to break up the cover!

[Brian Young is the first to get up and he picks Caleb Foley up off
his feet and whips him into the ropes.  On the comeback, Brian Young
catches the Fighting Irishman with a dropkick before running over to
him and giving him a textbook belly to belly suplex.  As Brian Young
is in control of Caleb Foley, he fails to notice Chase Williams coming
up from behind and dropping him to the mat with an inverted DDT...]


"__THWAAAAAAAAP___"


FH: Now that's the great equalizer in a triple threat match!  When the
back is turned, the advantage will shift!

CL: You have to watch your back at all times in this match.  You never
know who is going to pop up right behind you.

[The Champion sends "The One" across into the ropes... He catches and
lifts him high... FLAP JACK!!!!!  Caleb Foley is up and ducks a
charging short lariat by Chase Williams ...  The Champion turns and
catches a foot by Foley...  Foley swings his other foot over with an
Enziguri, but a heads up play by the champion dodges it and he brings
Foley's legs back into a sharpshooter submission hold!!!]

CL: Caleb Foley in trouble here.  The Champion pulls those legs back!

FH: Break em!  Then he'd be about as agile as his daddy ...

[Shocking pause by Chip Lester.]

CL: Umm ...  Anyways Caleb Foley hanging on.. He is refusing to give
up!

FH: Is he crying yet?  That's how we know he is about to give up.

CL: And to think I am starting to miss Preston.

[Caleb Foley attempts to make his way to the ropes, but is quickly
pulled back to the center of the ring...  Caleb Foley lifts his right
hand up like he is going to tap out ...]

CL: Caleb Foley looks to be in some serious trouble here!

FH: Think of Papa he quit and so can you!

CL: Enough!


*HUGE POP!*


[... As Foley looked like he was getting close to tapping out.  Brian
Young dove stopping his hand from hitting the mat.  Brian Young shakes
his head "no" as the bloodied Caleb Foley looks up at him.  Brian
Young is screaming at him to "fight it!"...]

FH: HA his is hilarious.  It reminds me of a "Yo Adrian" moment.
Brian Young could just knock Chase Williams off, but instead he is
rooting Foley on to break the sharpshooter submission hold.

CL: He has been mentoring Caleb Foley the past few months.  It appears
Brian Young is trying to teach the youngster a lesson of don't ever
give up.

FH: More like he is letting Caleb Foley suffer so it weakens him for
later in the match.

CL: Brian Young wouldn't do that.

FH: He even has you fooled.

[Finally Caleb Foley powers his way out breaking the submission
hold...  Chase Williams leaps up, but Brian Young with a DDT!!]

FH: I told you he was just sitting there waiting to benefit himself.
He has EVERYONE in this arena fooled including Caleb Foley.

CL: Brian Young has a track record that dates back _years_ of being a
trust worthy guy.

FH: So did Benedict Arnold.

[Brian thrusts one finger high in the air as he counting alone with
the referee.]



ONE ...



[A second finger high in the air by Young and as he begins to rush
towards the near side ropes.]


TWO ...



[Brian springs boards onto the mid rope and leaps backwards into the
air.]


THR --





"____SMMMMAAAACCCCKKKK___"



*SHOCKED POP*



CL: BRIAN YOUNG WITH AN ASAI MOONSAULT! CRASHING HARD ONTO BOTH FOLEY
AND WILLIAMS!

FH: Notice how you said both Caleb Foley and Chase Williams.

[Chase Williams rolls back to the outside leaving the two challengers
inside the squared circle. Brian Young pulls the rookie up .. GERMAN
SUPLEX ... BRIDGE!]




ONE ...




TWO ...




*KICK OUT POP!*




CL: Caleb Foley with a kick out.  These fans are split down the middle
here...

FH: Actually sounds like Foley has more support.  Maybe the fans see
Brian Young as the Benedict Arnold that he is.

[Brian Young pulls The Fighting Irishman up again... He sends him into
the corner hard with an Irish Whip...  Here comes "The One", but Foley
gets his feet up and nails him right in the chops! Foley fires out and
punches him right in the gut, doubling him over in the process.  With
Brian Young doubled over, Caleb Foley gets him and drills him with a
vicious piledriver and pushes him out of the corner and right in the
middle of the ring.  Suddenly, Caleb Foley acts on impulse and climbs
up to the top turnbuckle......]

CL: What is Caleb Foley going to do now....OH MY LORD!  DID YOU SEE
THE AERIAL HE GOT AS HE FLEW IN THE AIR WITH THAT FROG SPLASH!  HE
NEARLY SMEARED "THE ONE" BRIAN YOUNG ON THE MAT!

[Suddenly, the signs of the match begin to show as Brian Young starts
to cough and blood starts to come up as well...]

FH: Oh my lord!  Brian Young is hurt!  We gotta stop this match his
health could be in some _serious_ trouble.

CL: Fred I know you are extremely worried about Brian Young, but he
has fought through massacres in the past... It's going to take more
then that to keep him down.  CALEB FOLEY WITH A LATE COVER!




ONE ...




TWO ...




THREE ???




[Chase Williams back inside the ring and breaks up the cover!]

FH: The Champ is back!

[Chase Williams begins putting the boots viciously to The Fighting
Irishman... He yanks him up and drives his knee up into the midsection
and rib area ...  He locks on a double underhook and lifts him up with
a sit-out powerbomb...]




ONE ...




FH: This baby is over!




TWO ...




THR ---




*KICK OUT POP!*




FH: Doesn't he ever quit?

CL: Not this time Fred.  Chase Williams mounts Caleb Foley from behind
and begins to nail him with vicious crossfaces... Brian Young has
rolled to the outside now and appears to be coming to his senses.

FH: More like he is watching Caleb Foley get his brains bashed in
again.

[Chase Williams is climbing the turnbuckle now ...  Brian Young rushes
onto the ring apron and climbs up behind him...  The two begin to
trade punches ...  Right hand ... Left hand ... Block ... Right hand
...]

CL: Brian Young and Chase Williams are fighting ...  Brian Young leaps
up and wraps his head around Chase Williams head for a rana .... CHASE
WILLIAMS COUNTERS AND LEAPS OFF WITH A SIT-OUT POWERBOMB!!!


"___THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"


FH: HOLY CRAP!!!

[Chase Williams gets up, but turns just in time for Caleb Foley to
SPEAR him off his feet!!!!  Foley face now really covered in blood
drops to the mat from the earlier beatings and blood loss...]

CL: Foley just took Williams off his feet and flying!!!

FH: Why did Foley save Young?  Doesn't he get it?

CL: FOley and Young's bond goes deeper then a PVW title Fred.

[All three men are back down on the mat and crowd is jumping.  Slowly,
though, Chase Williams begins to get up as does Brian Young.  Seeing
Chase Williams up, Brian Young charges in at him but Chase Williams
sees it coming and sweeps Brian Young's legs out from under him.
Chase Williams proceeds to waste no time in choking the life out of
Brian Young while, on the other side of the ring, Caleb Foley is
starting to get up as well....]

FH: END THAT PUNK'S CAREER CHASE WILLIAMS!

[With Brian Young somewhat hurt by the choke, Chase Williams breaks
the hold and picks up the steel chair that has been floating around
the ring.  Armed with the chair, Chase Williams goes over to pick
Brian Young up but, when he does, Brian Young rocks Chase Williams
with a groin shot, grabs the chair from his hands, and throws it with
a brute force right into his face...]


"___CRRAAAAAAAAACKKKKK___"


CL: Look at Brian Young's eyes!  He means business right now!

[Vengeful and hateful, Brian Young grabs Chase Williams and tosses him
to the outside where the crowd begins to stir.  As Chase Williams is
down, Brian Young starts to kick away at Chase Williams's leg with
some of the stiffest kicks ever seen.  Brian Young shakes his head a
bit before moving over to the time keeper's table and grabbing the
microphone.  Now standing over Chase Williams, Brian Young slaps Chase
Williams in the face before yelling at him...

[Brian Young]: "COME ON YOU DAMN SON OF A B...."

[Before Brian Young can continue his tirade, from inside the ring,
Caleb Foley flies onto him with a suicide dive sending both men
crashing to the floor.  With the crowd cheering him on, Caleb Foley
grabs Brian Young and sends him crashing right into the time keeper
table shoulder first.]


"___THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"


CL: FOLEY JUST SENT YOUNG INTO THAT TABLE!!

FH: That a boy!!!  I guess he isn't as stupid as I thought!

[Seeing Brian Young is somewhat out of the way, Caleb Foley grabs
Chase Williams and tosses him back into the ring...  Caleb Foley
climbs up the ropes ....  Brian Young on the outside now holding his
shoulder is shouting up at Foley who is standing on the top of the
turnbuckles... Torn between Young on the outside holding his shoulder
and Chase Williams inside the ring...]

FH: Finish Young off!

CL: Foley appears torn.  He knows Brian Young is a threat as long as
he can walk.

[Foley leaps into a somersault drop kick and nails the champion in the
center of the ring as he makes it to his feet ...]




ONE ...




TWO ...




THREE ???




*HEEL POP!*




FH: CHASE JUST GETS A SHOULDER UP!

[Caleb Foley get's back up, but Brian Young right behind him with a
cradle ...]




ONE ...




TWO ...




FH: Look Young has Foley's tights!!!




THREE ???




[Chase Williams brings down a double axe handle at the very last
second to break the pin up.... Foley fires back up, but Williams
nearly beheads him with a clothesline.  Young quickly back up and goes
to whip Williams off the ropes, but the champion reverses, throwing
Young off the ropes, but gets caught with a flying headscissors. Young
jumps up on the second rope behind Williams, then turns him around,
set up for the tornado DDT. Young jumps off the second rope but
Williams throws him off into the center of the ring.]

CL: Big counter by The Champion.

FH: Were you expecting anything different?

[The Champion goes for a kick to the mid-section but Young catches it.
Williams leaps into the air and hits Young with an enziguri so hard he
does a flip before landing.]


"___THWAAAAAAAAAAP___"


CL: DID YOU HEAR THAT?

FH: I think Young might have brain damage after that.

[... Chase lifts Young up onto the top turnbuckle and climbs up with
him. The Champion sets Young up for a superplex as Caleb Foley is back
on his feet, looking groggy in the center of the ring.]

CL: Foley back to his feet and ... The Champion setting Young off the
top with a Superplex!

[... but on the way down, Young’s legs catch Foley around the
shoulders and Young delivers a hurricanrana to break his fall.]

CL: HOLY CRAP!




P V W ! !   P V W ! !   P V W ! !  P V W ! !


P V W ! !   P V W ! !   P V W ! !  P V W ! !


P V W ! !   P V W ! !   P V W ! !  P V W ! !



FH: Foley in the right place to save Young's ass once again.

[Young goes for a right hand, but Williams ducks it, floating behind
Young and hitting him with a german suplex. Williams rolls over and
pulls himself and Young back up, hitting a dragon suplex. The champion
rolls over and pulls himself and Young back up again, this time
hitting a cross arm german suplex.]


"___THWAAAAAAAAAAAP___"


CL: A trifecta of various suplexes by the champion and the cover!

FH: Nice try Brian Young, but tonight you are NOT The One!




ONE ...




TWO ...




[... Caleb Foley nails the champion in the back of the head with a
Springboard Legdrop at two!]


*HUGE MASSIVE SAVING POP!*


CL: WHAT A HEADS UP SAVE BY THE FIGHTING IRISHMAN!

FH: That little pain in the rear.

[Foley rolls Williams off of Young and covers!]




ONE ...




*HEEL POP!*




[...  but Williams pulls Foley off of the cover. Williams lifts Foley
up onto his shoulder but The Fighting Irishman slips out behind the
champion and shoves him into the ropes rolling him up for the cover.]




ONE ...




TWO ...




CL: WILLIAMS KICKS OUT!  Wowers all these fast and amazing out of
nowhere covers!

FH: It's going to take more then a little razzle dazzle to take this
title!

[Williams pulls himself up to his hands and knees while Foley pulls
himself up onto the second rope, then stepped up onto the top rope,
positioning himself for a high impact move. Finally Young is back up
to his feet, uses Williams like a springboard to leap up onto the top
rope and throw Foley off with an Arm Drag, and landing on Williams’s
back with a splash.]


*HUGE SPOT POP!*


CL: YOUNG WITH A COVER ON WILLIAMS!!!




ONE ...




TWO ...




FH: KICK OUT!!!!

["The One" begins stomping away at Williams until he crawled into the
corner.]

FH: Look at the frustration in Brian Young's actions.

[Young goes to whip Caleb Foley into Williams, but Foley reverses and
"The One" leaped up onto Williams knees, going for a monkey flip, but
the champion catches him and walks out of the corner. Williams then
turns towards the corner he walked out of but Foley catches him in the
back of the head with a dropkick allowing Young to deliver the monkey
flip into the corner turnbuckles.]

CL: Nice team work by Foley and Young....   Young gets spun around ...


"___THUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"


FH: Northern lights suplex!! Foley takes full advantage!

CL: Foley covers Young!




ONE ...




TWO ...




*MIXED KICK OUT POP!*




CL: Not this time the match continues!

[... Young tries to pull himself to his feet.  Foley leaps over
Young’s back from behind him, going for, but Young dodges it, catching
Foley’s foot and locking him in a Single Legged Boston Crab.]

CL: What a counter by Brian Young!

FH: I never said he couldn't wrestle.

[... Young releases the submission, floating right into a powerbomb
position on Foley, but as he lifts Foley up onto his right shoulder,
he allows him to slide down his back, locking him in the gory special
2000, and slowly turning around for all the audience to see. Foley
screams in pain as the referee asks him if he wants to give up, but he
refuses.]

CL: Foley looks to be in trouble again...  His forehead has been
busted open from nearly the start of the bell.   He has taken on two
of wrestlings best and held his own, but here he sits in trouble...
Will his mentor win this one?

FH: Chase Williams is up... Foley screams at Chase enraging him ...
 [Williams bounces off the ropes and nails Young in the side of the
 head breaking the submission.]

FH: There you go little punk...

CL: Foley ROLLS WILLIAMS UP WITH A SCHOOLBOY!




ONE ...




TWO ...




*HEEL POP!*




CL: Williams with another kick out.  It was so close!

[Williams is now in the zone, floors Foley with a right hand. Young
gets back up but gets taken down with a chop to the chest. Foley gets
floored with a chop as well, then Young gets floored with a right
hand. Williams whips Foley off the ropes and then crushes him with a
Powerslam.]


"___THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"


FH: Williams destroying his challengers now!

CL: You can see the exhaustion building in these three men.

[Young is up, but gets a kick to the gut... Chase Williams lifts him
up .... HUGE POWERBOMB!]


"___THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"




ONE ...




TWO ...




THREE ???




NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!




[The Referee leaps up with only two fingers as the crowd erupts.
This doesn't stop the champion he floats it right into an STF. Young
screams in pain looking like he intends to tap out but this time Foley
grabs his hand, encouraging Young... Foley tells Williams to stretch
him out further.]

FH: Foley returning what Young did to him earlier in the match!
Williams obliges!

[Foley kicks Williams breaking the submission. Foley continues to
stomp on Williams a few times then whips him into the corner, but the
champ reverses sending Foley into the corner and chases after him.
"The Fighting Irishman" runs up the turnbuckles and hits Williams with
the blockbuster looking move.]




ONE ...




TWO ...




[... Young dives onto the pin with his last breath breaking up the
cover.]


CL: Neither one of these three men want the match to end!  What a main
event it's been and in the end anyone of these three men are worthy of
winning this match.

FH: However right now there still is only one champion....  Chase f'n
Williams!

[... Foley bounces off the ropes and hits Williams with a clothesline,
but bounces right off of him. Foley tries again, but again, no effect.
Foley tries it a third time but gets caught with a sleeper, leading
right into a rolling armbar!]

FH: END GAME ON END GAME!!!! HOW FITTING!!!! THIS IS WHAT FOLEY HAD TO
TAP OUT TO LAST TIME!!!!

CL: Young immediately nails Williams in the back of the head with a
baseball Slide dropkick to break the submission!


*POP!*


[Foley rolls into the corner shaking off the submission. Young lifts
Williams up for Blue Thunder.... Foley leaps out just stopping it,
before he mid-air!!!]

CL: Close call if Brian Young would have hit that we would have a new
champion...

[Foley kips to his feet and ducks the attempted crescent kick by
Young. Hitting the ropes, he drills Young with a leg lariat and is
quickly on his feet again, crouched like a tiger as he waits for the
champion to stagger to his feet!]

FH: CRAP!

CL: SPEAR BY FOLEY ON THE CHAMP!!

FH: GET UP CHASE!!

[Foley leaps into the air to hit the standing moonsault that would
complete the Irish Blessing but Chase rotates his body on the mat so
that Foley catches a knee to the groin as he lands, and lightning fast
throws a free leg over the shoulder of Foley and locks in a Triangle
submission! The crowd deflates as the momentum has swung so
decisively!]

CL: What the hell is that? I've never such a submission!

FH: Their have been rumors that Chase has been training in MMA on the
side. Its obvious the rumors are true. the man is an absolute genius!!

[Foley struggles but to no avail and the energy is slowly sucked from
him.  After what seems like an eternity he manages to turn his body
and slide a foot underneath the ropes but Chase just smirks and
tightens the hold as the ref leans down checking The Fighting Irishman
out ...]

CL: Chase doesn't care if he gets disqualified!

FH: He keeps the title and blows this whole conspiracy out of the
water. Brilliant!

[But his plans are foiled by a recovered Brian Young, who stomps
viciously on his face, forcing him to break the hold.  Chase Williams
now back up and Young leaps up grabbing Williams head from behind,
jumping back and down, burying his knees into Williams back....]


"___THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"


CL: Bloodline!! Could this be over!!

FH: Wait it looks like Brian Young is calling for Blue Thunder again.
Is cockiness going to cost him the title...

[Foley stumbles up and charges... Young turns around to face him at
the last second and a BIG SPEAR that takes Young off his feet....]

CL: FOLEY JUST TOOK YOUNG OUT!!!!!!!

FH: Foley some how is the only one on his FEET ...

CL: Now climbing the ropes!!!

FH: Oh no...

CL: HE LEAPS Irish Eyes Are Smiling !!!


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.

.

.

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*HUGE TEAR DOWN THE ROOF POP!!!!!*




[... He hits the 450 Splash off the top ropes right onto Chase
Williams!!!!]




ONE ...




TWO ...




THREE !!!




*MIXED POP!*




CL: NO BRIAN YOUNG _JUST_ MADE THE SAVE!!!!!

FH: That was so close!!!

[The two stumble to their feet ...  Brian Young nails Foley with a
right hand ...  Foley hits Young with one ...]




F O L E Y ! ! !  F O L E Y ! ! !  F O L E Y ! ! !


Y O U N G ! ! !  Y O U N G ! ! !  Y O U N G ! ! !


F O L E Y ! ! !  F O L E Y ! ! !  F O L E Y ! ! !


Y O U N G ! ! !  Y O U N G ! ! !  Y O U N G ! ! !




FH: CHASE!!!  CHASE !!!


[Foley gets the upper hand in the brawl and the Fighting Irishman
takes Young down with a BIG haymaker ...  The Champion uses the ropes
to get to his feet he is still shaken by that Irish Blessing ...
Foley charges, but Williams catches him ... Pump handle ... REVERSE
PILEDRIVER!!!]


*HEEL FINISHER POP!*


FH: MOMENTS OF CLARITY!!! THIS BABY IS ---


"___CRRAAAAACCKKKK___"


[Brian Young swings that chair that has been hanging around all match,
but oddly enough hasn't played a huge role and hits Chase Williams
right in the face sending him -THROUGH- the ropes!!!]

CL: HOLY CRAP!

FH: Umm... Speechless ...

["The One" Brian Young drops down and covers Caleb Foley.]




ONE ...




TWO ...




FH: HIS FEET ARE ON THE ROPES!!! FOLEY TRYING TO KICK OUT!




THREE ???




*MIXED POP!!! MOSTLY JEERS!!!*




CL: Is it?

[Brian Young leaps up as referee, Duke Martin raises his hand... To a
split down the middle arena... Caleb Foley barely getting to his feet
pleads to the referee trying to explain that Brian Young's feet were
on
the ropes... ]

FH: I told you Brian Young couldn't be trusted and he was a snake.

CL: Wow I thought this was unlike Brian Young.

FH: It doesn't sound like the arena is split down the middle now that
they are showing the replay.

HD: The WINNER of the match and _NEW_ PVW HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION .. "THE
ONE" BRIAN YOUNG !!!!!

[Chase Williams is going nuts on the outside.  He just realized Brian
Young _Cheated_ to take _his_ title away and he wasn't even _pinned_.
He grabs a chair and tosses it into the ring ...  Outside officials
quickly restrain him as Caleb Foley just stands there in shock that
his mentor and childhood idol sunk to those levels to pin him.]

CL: I think Caleb Foley's heart is broken more tonight then it was at
Rise From the Ashes.  Everything he thought Brian Young stood for now
is being questioned in his mind.

FH: Not mine.  I knew this guy smelled fishy.

[Brian Young grabs the title and hugs it with both arms as if it was
his child...  He drops to his knees and raises it high as if every
fiber inside his body is wrapped around that title.  Caleb Foley rolls
outside the ring with a look of shock and disbelief... He shakes his
head as the camera focuses in on Brian Young kissing the PVW
Heavyweight Championship with his back to Caleb Foley.]







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           Credits:
Brian: Network Title Battle Royal, Royal Family/Wild Cards, Brian
Young/Caleb Foley/Chase Williams
Dan: Rob Cole/Spectre
Chris: Tommy Ryder, The Tucson Kid/Made Men
Don: The Mercenary/William Craven
Mark: RJ Souza/Chris Hartt
Rob: Called Shot
Phil: Urban Legend/Prophets of Rage
Jamie: Castill/Quesada

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