VO: Debuts happened ...

[RFTA CLIP, CKD lifts OmniFly with an Olympic slam, OmniFly is up and
slides out right behind Abdullah. OmniFly locks the arm portion of the
Taz-mission, then drops with a backstabber while maintaining the lock
with his arms on Abdullah. After hitting the ground, OmniFly locks his
legs, completing the Submission lock.]

VO: Shocking moments occurred ...

[RFTA CLIP, 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 sending
Major Damage a message then turns and heads back to the backstage
area.  The camera pans towards the aisle way where 'The One' Brian
Young is making his way to ring side. He is attired in a pair of tan
khaki pants, with a black button down sport shirt, which top two
buttons are undone revealing a black t-shirt underneath. The man
smiles as he slaps the hands of a few fans. The camera zooms in upon
the man’s well trimmed bearded face. He pauses for a few moments
soaking up the cheers and runs his hand through his short brown hair
and joins Preston Winfield and Chip Lester at the broadcasting booth
for the main event.]

VO: Blood feuds ended ...

[RFTA CLIP, Low Blow by Outlaw from behind as Michaelson had the
referee's attention. Michaelson's eyes roll back and is hunched over.
Rolling Hangman's Neck breaker turned into a DDT!!!!  Rob Cole tosses
Masked Outlaw back into the ring, following closely behind...he picks
the masked man up to his feet...go behind...and a german suplx.. and
a second...and a third with release! Cole then picks him up gain...AND
NAILS THE CAST OUT POWERBOMB! Lassiter begins the struggle anew, 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!]

VO: Some remain ...

[RFTA CLIP, Shocking stunned heel gasp as Souza swings the Louisville
slugger... and NAILS Destiny as she stops Hartt from swinging his own
bat!  Destiny falls down at Hartt's feet, and both men stare in shock
as the woman lies motionless... Souza shakes his head, and drops the
bat as he falls to his wife’s side,  "Destiny!!!  Oh, god… I'm
sorry.... please!!!! "Hartt shakes in fury, And without thinking, he
brings the slugger crashing down on RJ Souza!!!! Paul Sandler slides
into the ring, and snatches up the slugger that Souza tossed aside AND
NAILS Hartt from behind just as the referee begins to come to.  After
the ten count we cut to the aisle way, RJ Souza stops and turns back
to the ring with a look of sadness, but at that same time Chris Hartt
looks towards the isle way and the two exchange looks that turn both
men's faces from concerned to complete and total rage.  Souza begins
to take a step forward, but Paul Sandler knowing that there will be
another day grabs his client.]

VO: Champions crowned ...

[RFTA CLIP, Cindy Hewitt is now inside the ring waking the referee
up... They now have Monarch up against the ropes.   They finally after
all both men might get Monarch off the ground, but out of nowhere a
possum playing Paul Styles is up and grabs the back end of Livestock
and picks him up just enough and slams him down!!!!!!!  The referee
who happened to have his eyes open and half way up calls for the
bell!!!!!]

VO: Dreams Shattered ...

[RFTA CLIP, Williams hooks the arm of Foley and rolls forward pulling
the rookie to the mat and locking his arm in the Endgame! Foley is
slowly able to get to his knees and relieving some pressure but
Williams refuses to release the hold! Caleb tries to power Williams up
but the 300 pounds of Williams will not budge. Foley looks towards his
parents, blood dripping from his nose, and a tear can be seen forming
in his eyes. Foley screams before he slams the mat signifying his tap
out!]

VO: The Phoenix has risen ...

[An up close shot of the Crimson Red Face of Rob Cole.  A sadistic
smile of Spectre.  The look of determination from the upstart rookie,
Caleb Foley.  A shot of that gas mask of Major Damage that tells the
story of horror and fear.  Quick shots of The Prophets of Rage, Wild
Cards, Urban Legend, Royal Family, Outlaw, OmniFly, RJ Souza, Chris
Hartt.  We are back to RFTA and Chase Williams nods his head at Brian
Young who is now slumped over Caleb Foley and picks up his title belt
once again and thrusts it high into the air, a smug smile upon his
face.]

VO: The game has begun ...


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#LET IT GO#

[The PVW Heatwave logo sits proudly as 'Breaking me down' by Soil
begins to play as the logo explodes -]

#How far will a falling star take me#
#How far can I go can I go#
#Gotta be what the#
#nightmare made me#
#Gotta be gotta be what I see#
#Jump Clear of the#
#falling parts from me#
#How far will they go will they go#
#Can't give what you need#
#from me baby#
#Just let it go#

[As the words pour out there is an overhead shot of the PVW ring
sitting in the center of the 52nd Street Armory.  We begin to shoot
through various action clips.  Outlaw takes off running and dives
through the ropes.  OmniFly with a Full Nelson Suplex.  Derek Rage
with a a lifting clawhold slam. Caleb Foley with a picture perfect 450
Splash off the top ropes.]

#Bringing me down#
#break me down sweet sugar#
#Bringing me down break me down#
#Breaking me down#
#to the ground sweet baby#
#Breaking me down to the ground#

[The Clips continue as Chris Hartt locks on the Avenger Lock. Major
Damage has some poor sap up in the Thunder Melter. Rob Cole leaps off
the top ropes with the Worlds Ugliest Frost Splash. Livestock lifts
his opponent up and drops him with a big suplex as The Gutch comes off
the ropes and flattens their opponent with a big splash.]

#Too much is made of what's in me#
#Not enough about how I strive#
#Keep an eye on your world#
#it's cheating#
#Keep an eye keep an eye on me#
#Deep inside there's a little place for me#
#A little place for me#
#Can't give what you#
#want from me baby#
#Just leave it be#

[We cut to RJ Souza and Chris Hartt standing as Destiny Souza holds up
her hands begging them, no.  Johnathan Monarch has his opponent into a
Bear Hug squeezing the life from him. The Mercenary stands in the
aisle way giving the throat slashing sign. 'Black' Jack Baldwin with a
Gorilla Press Backbreaker.]

#Bringing me down#
#break me down sweet sugar#
#Bringing me down break me down#
#Breaking me down#
#to the ground sweet baby#
#Breaking me down to the ground#

[The beat continues to crank out as high impact spots hit the screen.
'Wild Fire' Shawn Covell leaps into a Shooting Star Press. The Wildman
Shadoe Rage with a top ropes moonsault. Urban Legend member,  Stalker
leaps into a Bronco Buster. RJ Souza with a Karma Kick out of
nowhere.]

#Sweet razor wound#
#Deep downslice my groove#
#Sweet razor wound#
#Deep down C'mon and slice it#

[We cut to 'The One' Brian Young walking down the aisle way slapping
the fans hands. Paul Styles locks on the deadly figure four.  Rick
Marley with a Waistlift Powerbomb.  outlaw with a tornado DDT.]

#How far did the falling star#
#take me#
#How far did I go did I go#
#Had to be what#
#the nightmare made me#
#Fuck,..Just had to be#
#Jump clear of the#
#falling parts from me#
#how far did they go did they go#
#Can't give what you want#
#from me baby#
#Hell,..Just let it go#

[As the song comes to it's last round. Caleb Foley stands with his
hand raised proudly.  Major Damage has Rick Marley up in the Thunder
Melter and slams him down on the ring steps.  Spectre with a picture
perfect Fisherman's Buster Piledriver.  Rob Cole with an Cast-Out
Powerbomb.  Chase Williams  with a Supernatural Driver.]




"__KAAAABBBOOOOOOM~!__"




"__KAAAABBBOOOOOOM~!__"




"__FAAASSSHHHOOOOM~!__"




"__KAAAABBBOOOOOOM~!__"




"__KAAAABBBOOOOOOM~!__"




[Red, yellow, and white fire works shoot from the turnbuckles as the
fans rise to their feet in excitement.  The PVW ring sits in the
center of 52nd street armory as the Phoenix displays proudly across
the mat.  An addition to the PVW logo circled by the Phoenix is the
SSN logo to the ring.

As the excitement dies down we cut to ring side where the two men who
bring color to Heatwave stand.  On the right is the smooth operator,
Chip Lester.  He stands calmly dressed in his black sports coat.
Standing next to him is the half balding self proclaimed king of the
golf course, 'Putter' Preston Winfield.]

CL: We are back on the air and on Strickland Sports Network coming to
thousands of more homes with the debut of Heatwave on SSN!  I am Chip
Lester and standing next to me is the self proclaimed Golden Throat,
Preston Winfield.

PW: Thank you for the golden introduction Chip.  We are coming right
off the heels of Rise from the ashes and now that the Phoenix has
risen it's time to pick up the pace!

CL: Rise from the Ashes is in the books!

PW: And Chase Williams still reigns as PVW Heavyweight Champion!

CL: Young Caleb Foley took Chase to his limits ...

[The crowd erupts as the figure of Brian Young makes his way from the
backstage area attired in a pair of blue jeans and white buttoned down
sport shirt; the top two buttons of which are undone revealing a black
t-shirt.]

CL: That man right there Brian Young joined us on commentary and
protected Caleb Foley from a post match Moment of Clarity by Chase
Williams.

PW: In a nutshell folks he stuck his nose where it didn't belong.

[Brian walks down the aisle way slapping hands with the Phoenix
faithful.]

CL: You were all buddy buddy with him when he was sitting beside you
at Rise from the Ashes.

PW: That was before he starting making wise cracks about my golf game.

[Brian slides under the bottom rope and asks for a microphone. Herk
Douglas hands one to Brian who looks out towards the crowd for a long
moment before speaking.]

BY: Since Rise from the Ashes I have been asked time and time again
... why was Brian Young in Phoenix? Have you signed a contract ... are
we going to get to see the "Wild Child" back in action?

[Brian paces a few steps across the ring and pauses slowly bringing
the microphone back up to his mouth.]

BY: And I can honestly say that sadly you shall not see the "Wild
Child" in action ...

[A let down moan comes forth from the crowd.]

BY: There was a time when the Wild Child was traveling the globe as
one of the hottest wrestlers in the industry; taking on legends like
Retribution, Dr. Hate, Ryan Valtorro, Ketsu Bayushi and many others.
But that chapter in my life has been written and placed in the history
books. The Brian Storm you knew and loved is gone.

[Brian pauses and looks at the crowd for a moment.]

BY: I stand before you as Brian Young; a man beginning a new legacy in
his life as I am currently training the next generation of superstars.
Men like my younger brother Brandon Young, "Snake Eyes" Taylor Marino,
and "Silence" Sean Cross. And it was during this process that I took
notice of Phoenix and of the PVW, a young federation looking to
establish itself in the harsh wrestling industry ... I watched with
interest as the rising stars like Chris Hartt, Caleb Foley, and Outlaw
went out night after night giving every fiber of the body to the
business they love ... and it made me reflect ... it made me hungry...

[Brian pauses.]

BY: It reminded me of how the blood that...

[Brian points to his veins on his right arm.]

BY: ...flows through these veins and has been spilt across the globe
belongs to this business!

[Brian paces back to the center of the ring.]

BY: But while there were the up and coming stars that me proud to be a
part of this business; there is Chase Williams ... a man who proved to
the world that he was nothing more than a two bit coward! I mean to
verbally abuse a man's family and then to try and humiliate him after
you have already won the match ... Chase, it takes more than a
Championship Belt to make you a man! Chase, I remember the days when
you worked for shock jock promotions like PCWF and CWF ... and the sad
thing is it appears that a little bit of them rubbed off onto you.

[Pause for effect, gesture towards the crowd.]

BY: There are those fans who remember me as a hero always doing the
right thing ... so there are going to be those who will say I am the
White Knight; that I rushed in to save Caleb Foley and the rest of the
rising stars from the vile of Chase Williams.

[Brian pauses and shakes his head slowly from side to side.]

BY: Please don't give me that much credit ... for as much as I admire
this new breed, not all my intentions are unselfish. I know what it is
like to be the king of the mountain and I once again want to be the
king! You see Chase, I appreciate that you carried the torch of the
PVW up until this point ... but now that The One is here you can
return to your chase to become important once again!

"You done?"

[All eyes turn to the entryway as the Champion saunters onto the
entryway without fanfare, the Phoenix Valley Wrestling Heavyweight
Championship on his shoulder. Where it belongs.]

"Brian. [Beep] you.

[HEAT!!!!!!!!!!!]

"Sorry to be so frank, but who invited you? You claim to know so much
about me Mr. Hero? Lest these fickle people forget about when you
where running around with Brett Hunter acting like Billy Bad ass. You
can soapbox it all you want you has been. Foley was getting what his
mouth earned him, and if you wanna get crippled just sign on the line
_legend_.

[Chase spits, shifting the title on his shoulder.]

CW: Any time, any place, I'll dismember your snotty ass and send you
home in a box. This title. _My_ title, means more to me than it ever
could to _any_ man walking backstage around the armory. Before you
start questioning my desire for this business, take a look in the
mirror, you're not as virtuous as you'd have these people believe. You
bring up my past like they're somehow beneath you, but I see through
the crap Stormy. I see you for the piece of [beep] you really are,
even if everybody else is wearing blinders. You wanna be victim number
two so bad, I'll be your huckleberry.

[The audience erupts as "Rumatahatta" begins to blare over the
loudspeakers, and Rob Cole comes stalking down the aisle. The men in
the ring turn to stare as Cole climbs up the ring-steps and steps
through the ropes. Dressed for business, the Outcast calls for a
microphone and spins to stare at the Champ... he lifts the microphone
to his lips, pointing at Brian Young.]

RC: Worry less about him and more about me, Champ. You see, week after
week and night after night, I've been watching you walk down this
aisle and run down the wrestlers in this company. That's your thing,
kiddo... you do it well, you do it often, and now you are DONE!!!
[Huge reaction from the fans, but Cole silences them with a glance
before turning back to face Chase Williams. He points to the title,
eliciting a reaction from the fans, which quickly ends as they listen
to what he has to say.]

RC: Your belt. You see, right now, it's not personal. I'm not here to
make you bleed, I'm not here to tear your flesh, and I'm not here to
break your life into a thousand little shards.... You are safe. Your
family, your friends, your associates... they are safe. What I want is
around your waist... what I want is a gold strap, a piece of bait for
all the monsters of our time, a line just begging to be crossed. What
I want is the Phoenix Valley championship... and I am coming to get
it. I may have to carve my way through half the roster to get it...
but I  am coming. I may have to leave Caleb Foley in the center of
this ring,
calling for his Daddy. I may have to /break/ Major Damage. I may have
to drain the Spectre dry.

[Cole turns to regard Brian Young... ]

RC: And I might have to take young Brian Storm, here... stuff him in a
box and send him back to his family up in Canada .

[Cole turns back to face the champion... stepping closer.]

RC: The point is that I'm coming, "Champ".... And I am going to /take/
what I want. Just pray that this never gets personal.

[Chase steps forward, going damn near nose to nose with Cole and
smirks]

CW: You know what Robbie. I'll tell you the same god damn thing I told
Stormy over there. You want some, just tell me when and where. All
your stupid [beep] about monsters under the bed and how dangerous you
are... You'll see Rob. You're not gonna scare me like the boys in the
back, I gotta rep just as long as your own. You have _no _ idea who
the [beep] you are messing with Cole. You'll pass it off, thinking
you're safe. Why would the champ come after you. But do some homework
like dip[beep] over there--

[Heel pop as he points at Young.]

CW: And you'll see maybe its you that should be worried. About _your_
family... About _your_ friends. You act like you're untouchable Cole.
I guess maybe its up to me to destroy the whole myth thats surrounded
your career. I'm not buying what you're selling Rob, and if you call
me kiddo again, you'll wake up with an imprint of my titles across
your face.

[Another step forward and now they are really nose to nose, exchanging
recipes, Chase holding up the title as the crowd erupts...swelling to
an anticipated peak... Until the lights cut off.]

"Do you fear the dark?"

[The crowd surges to their feet in anticipation as "The Beautiful
People by Marilyn Manson  erupts from the PA system and the ghoulish
form of The Spectre strides out from the back.  The dreadlocked
grappler is dressed to wrestle, wearing his standard black cutoff jean
shorts, black t shirt, and Doc Martens.  As he reaches the ring, The
Spectre slides under the bottom rope and grins coldly at the
assembled.

Spectre: It seems to us, Friend Cole, that YOUR health might be better
served by looking to your match later this evening with us...rarely
have we felt so slighted as by your seeming disregard for the baptism
in pain you will soon undergo. Instead as we move about, we hear how
Brian Young wishes to assure his legacy in the wrestling industry...to
gain the PVW Championship residing on Chase Williams.  We hear how our
dear little champion wishes to retain that bauble...how it means more
to him than to anyone else.  We hear how you, Friend Cole, would like
to relieve him of his bauble and claim it for his own...to cling to
it...or perhaps just to cause the verbal diarrhea foaming forth from
little Chase's mouth to
come to an end.

[Spectre leers at each of them in turn, smirking slightly as the crowd
continues to cheer.]

Spectre: And it doesn't stop there.  In the back we hear how important
this bauble is to each and every one of those self-appointed champions
of decency: From Outlaw, to Caleb Foley all the way down to the most
raw rookie, we hear them hope.  We hear them dream.  We FEEL the
desire that they have to prove to these...people that they are worthy
of being associated with the word 'Champion'. What a pathetic waste of
time.

[MASSIVE boos rain down from the rafters at The Spectre, who continues
unfazed.]

Spectre: These cretins deserve neither the attention nor the effort of
those who actually bother to DO something more than reside upon their
soft, overly pampered posteriors and shovel handfuls of overpriced
offal down their distorted gullets.  The simple fact of the matter is
this: That bauble upon the waist of little Chase confuses
people...blinds them to this fact. So we see only one option: We.
Will.  Take.  It.

[Blow the roof off crowd pop as The Spectre stalks towards the three
men, his hands flexing and relaxing in anticipation of violence to
come.  All of a sudden "The Warriors Code" by The Dropkick Murphy's
plays over the PA. as the arena fills with a chant of Foley. Williams,
Spectre, Cole and Young are all looking at the entrance ramp awaiting
the young Irishman to make his way out to the ring. The camera then
zooms into the front row right behind the announce table and a man who
has his head down to the camera then looks directly into the ring and
you can see it is the Fighting Irishman. Foley has a bandage on his
forehead from his match against the World Champion at Rises from
Ashes. A ring crew guy then runs over and hands Caleb a microphone...]

Foley: "You know I was truly expecting to come here tonight as the PVW
World Heavyweight Champion. But Chase Williams had other plans and he
retained his belt. Chase you deserved to retain the belt at Rises from
Ashes not causes your better than me ... No Chase is it because I took
my attention off of you after I saw the referee's hand hit the mat a
third time. I didn't see your foot go across the bottom rope. So Chase
you can come out here and say all you want about how you beat Caleb
Foley. Yeah Chase you beat me but you and the whole world knows that
you just got LUCKY. You know that ... Rob Cole knows it ... Brian
Young knows it ... Spectre knows it ... Everyone knows that this brash
rookie gave you a run for your money."

[Foley is still just standing there with the PVW fans..]

Foley: "But see what bothers me is what happened after the match.
After we put on one helluva a match. You Chase had the audacity to try
to injury me and if it wasn't for Brian Young sitting at ringside I
may not be here tonight. So to you Brian Young I say THANK YOU. Young
I've watched you growing up and it was guys like you who made this
business what it is today..."

[Foley then walks up to the ring barricade and hops over it. Foley is
now standing in front of the announce table...]

Foley: "So it seems like we have a stand-off tonight. Everyone wants
to be the number one contender for the PVW World Heavyweight Title. I
mean everyone who is standing in that ring deserves a shot at the
World Title. Let's face it the Monster Under Your Bed Rob Cole
deserves one. I mean he has held numerous World Titles and after the
match he had against the Masked Outlaw ... Well let's just say Cole
made a statement. Then we have The Spectre this guy absolutely
frightens the hell out of me ... I mean watching his match against
Charles Lassiter was terrifying to me but with that win he just moved
right up the rankings. And last but certainly not least we have Brain
Young ... Young is a multi time champion and has given his all to this
sport. He has given his heart ... his soul ... his mind ... his body
... to wrestling. Let's face it all three men who are standing in that
ring next to you Williams ... well they will be in the hall of fame of
wrestling. They have beaten more men ... held numerous titles ... shed
more blood ... But then the question remains where does that leave The
Fighting Irishman ..."

[Caleb begins to walk to the ring and then slides under the bottom
rope. Everyone's eyes is on The Fighting Irishman...]

Foley: "So Chase I am challenging you one more time. And to make it
interesting I want a stipulation added to our match. I want our match
this time to take place inside a Steel Cage! That's right Champ ...
I've watched the replay of Rise from the Ashes ... I saw how you
dragged my lifeless body to my family and then continued to open up
the wound on my head more. I saw the look across my parents’ face
throughout the whole match. Chase, you come out here week in and week
out claiming to be the best that the PVW has to offer. But Chase I
think that you're nothing more than a fraud. I think you're afraid to
step in the ring with Rob Cole ... The Spectre ... or Brian Young ..."

[A chorus of cheers could be heard when Foley's mentions Young's
name...]

Foley: "But most of all Champ .. You fear the Fighting Irishman.
Williams I may not face you tonight ... next week ... next month ...
two months from now ... But when we do square off I will make sure to
make you suffer ... I will make you bleed ... I will make you scream
... You Chase will think you are at WAR ..."

[Pausing for effect, Foley opens his mouth to speak again, when--]

MD: Apparently ... you civilians ... HAVEN'T BEEN PAYING ATTENTION!!!

[That abrupt interruption brings about a frantic pop from the crowd,
especially from a small contingent of individuals wearing camouflage
at ringside and carrying "Super Soaker" style water guns.  It's mostly
boos, but a good number of PVW fans cheer ... especially the nuts in
camo.

Emerging from the back, Major Damage comes, carrying no flagpole, no
props of any kind, not even a microphone.  Again, it seems that his
gas mask is miked, and his Darth Vader-ish voice hisses out directly
from the PA system.  Gesturing grandly, angrily, he flings about his
spandex-covered arms demonstratively as he speaks.]

MD: No war worth winning has ever been won with a silly, sissy,
civilian SLAP-FIGHT!
     You--

[Pointing to Foley.]

MD: You speak of war, but a green recruit yourself, you know NOTHING
of war!  Best that you sit in the rear of the ranks and watch as your
betters wage it, and learn from what you see.
     You--

[Pointing to Cole.]

MD: You speak brashly, and with arrogance, and yet emphatically you
fell to my onslaught.  Your credibility on the battlefield is no
longer viable, and I deem you incompetent to command, incapable of
victory in such an engagement as this.
     You--

[Pointing to Spectre.]

MD:  Although my victory over you has never been complete, I
nevertheless must respectfully request that you step aside ... and
allow your betters their chance to take the field unfettered by your
lesser talents.
      You--

[Pointing to Young.]

MD: You are familiar, but I would advise you not to involve yourself
in all of this.  No good can come of it, and you would do well in all
things not to find yourself in my crosshairs.
     Finally, you--

[Pointing to Williams.]

MD: A fool, a lesser man, whose talents do nothing to prove his words.
You have invoked my name on many occasions, and, I'm sure, counted
your blessings each time that I have remained silent.  A large man
trying to fly like a small man, you seem to me as a French
legionnaire, trying to ride a German U-Boat like a surfboard, but when
you fall, certainly sooner than later, the spoils of war which you now
hold will certainly be up for grabs.
     Of all of us, for all the bile we spit as we jockey for your
     position, one thing is certain ... you are the true enemy, and
     the one least deserving of holding the prize you carry...

[At this, the other 4 men in the ring turn towards Williams, who looks
around fearfully, suddenly aware that his verbal sparring partners are
now totally focused on him, and not on each other.  Adjusting his
heavy wire-handling gloves, Damage walks down the aisle, towards the
ring.]

MD: The one thing that we can agree on, is that, when the dust
settles, you will no longer be holding sway over the Phoenix Valley...

[As Damage hops up onto the ring apron, Williams ducks between the
ropes, fleeing the 5 men who, by all appearances, seem to be intent on
harming him.  Dancing rapidly around the ring, keeping an eye on all
of them, Chase heads up to the entranceway, pointing to his belt, and
trying to shout invectives at Damage over the crowd.]

CL: Damage rallying everybody else to turn on Williams, and the champ
is having none of it.

PW: Would you?  One on one you know Chase could take any of these
guys...

[Preston pauses, thinking about what he just said.]

PW: Well, except maybe Major Damage.

CL: Damage has yet to be put down convincingly in PVW, and has left a
path of bodies in his wake, but ... now it looks like he's the new
center of attention.

[Converging on Damage, the other four men in the ring focus on him,
and he looks around at them, his gas mask making the perfect poker
face.]

CL: All five men are tossing their names in the hat for the number one
contender.  We will see four of these men in action here tonight.

[As Chip Lester continues to talk one by one the wrestlers leave the
ring... Leaving the PVW Heavyweight Champion standing alone into the
ring snarling.]

PW: I can't believe Chase Williams was disrespected.  He is the blood
bowl winner... Our first Champion... He defeated Caleb Foley at Rise
From the Ashes in front of the whole world!

[After the four contenders have disappeared to the back...  The
Champion steps out to a huge heel pop.  He raises his title high in
the air as he slowly walks up the aisle way.]

CL: Chase Williams is the champion _today_.  However with these five
men chomping at the opportunity you can only expect his days are
numbered.  Eventually one of them will catch him on a bad day.

PW: Chase Williams doesn't have bad days.

HD: Already in the ring standing at six foot one and weighing in at
two hundred and twenty four pounds....


Here is....


BRIAN MASTERS !!!


[Small reaction from the fans.]


HD: His opponent standing at six foot two and weighing in at two
hundred and twenty three pounds... From Tucson, Arizona!!!


[Arizona Pop!]


Here is....



THE TUSCON KID !!!


[As the classic rock anthem rolls out over the arena, the Tucson Kid
runs out from behind the curtain.  He sprints down the aisle, slapping
hands the whole way... in a flash, he's to ringside.  The camera just
now gets a good look at him... he's got long dark-brown hair, wild
brown eyes, and a very light, thin-trimmed goatee-and-mustache.

The Kid wears sky-blue tights, with a light-beige trim that bears a
red pattern reminiscent of Southwestern design motifs. To the ring, he
also wears a tan leather 'western'-style poncho, with frilled edges
and an Arizona Sun logo emblazoned on the back.  A red bandana adorns
his head, and electrical tape is wrapped about the wrists and hands.
Blue-and-white 'eagle'-motif boots (the sort that were often worn by
Barry Windham or Dusty Rhodes way back when) complete his attire.

The Kid circles the ring, slowing to a jog so as not to blow himself
up prematch, and eventually he hops up onto the apron.  He climbs to
the top turnbuckle, looking all about him, taking in the sight of the
crowd.  Tucson pumps his fist in the air, and the fans give the kid a
nice home state welcome.  He then hops down into the ring, and starts
limbering up.]

CL: There is a lot of excitement in the back with this kid.  He comes
from the most prestigious wrestling school in the United States,
Keening School of Grappling Arts.

PW: Let's find out if he can fulfill any of that excitement.








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	One on One, 15 Minute Time Limit:
	Brian Masters
	v. The Tuscon Kid

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<<<  DING DING   >>>


CL: There is the bell and it's time to find out what this kid has.

PW: He doesn't look that tough. 223 pounds my sheet says?  Yeah maybe
soaking wet.

[The bell rings and the Kid rushes right in stepping up into Master's
face.  Masters shoves the kid... The Tuscon Kid fires off a series of
hard rights and whips him into the ropes.  Master ducks under a wild
right and as The Tuscon Kid goes for a back body drop, Masters stops
and kicks him in the chops.]

PW: Welcome to the big leagues KID!

CL:  The Tuscon Kid stumbles back holding his chin and Brian Masters
just derailed him with a clothesline.

PW: So much for The Tuscon Kid.  He is wrestling like a Kenning out
there.

[Brian Masters begins putting the boots to the youngster.   The crowd
let's Masters hear it as he pulls The Tuscon Kid up and locks his arms
around his waist for a belly to back suplex to end the match early...
The Tuscon Kid with a snapmare out of nowhere!]

CL: Not so fast!

PW: Where did that come from!?!

CL:  Rolling neck snap!
[The Tuscon Kid stands up, turns around, and kicks him right in the
mouth - ]




"___WHHAAACCCCKKKK___"




CL: Brutal Kick by The Tuscon Kid he is setting the physical tempo of
the match right away!

PW: He better becareful what he asks for.  Brian Masters is a hard
nosed journeyman with years more experienced then The Tuscon Kid.

[The Tuscon Kid not slowing down hits the ropes and drives Masters
face first into the mat with a One-hand bulldog.  He drops down and
hooks a leg - ]




One ...




Two ...




CL: No Brian Masters with a strong kick out.  He begins to pull
Masters up, but Masters with a few quick crossfaces to break loose.

PW: He had the match in his favor, but he let the veteran get in close
and now look...

[Brian Masters has The Tuscon Kid and begins to attempt a vertical
suplex, but the Kid kicks while in the air, sending him off-balance,
and swings himself down to counter with a monkey flip right into the
ropes!  Masters' momentum is stopped by the ropes, and he drops
straight onto his head.]

CL: WHOA!

PW: Say Whaaaat?

[The Kid follows up by baseball-sliding him out of the ring, and then
slingshot splashing him over the top to the floor to a huge ovation as
the fans leap to their feet!]

CL: The Tuscon Kid is here in Arizona!!!!

PW: Beginners luck I tell ya.

[The Tuscon Kid drives Masters mid back into the ring apron backwards
as he quickly reaches backwards grabbing his back in pain.   The Kid
backs up and charges, driving a high knee to the midsection.  He rolls
Masters into the ring and springboards off the top ropes with a leg
drop.]

CL: Another cover!




One ...




TWo ...




CL: Another close call, but Brian Masters shoots a shoulder up.

PW: It's going to take more then a few eyebrow raising moves to win
inside the big leagues.

[Tuscon Kid has Masters quickly back on his feet and attempts a cross-
corner whip after hitting a Whiplash, but is reversed.  Masters rushes
right after him, but misses and eats turnbuckle as the Kid quickly
dodges, and Whiplashes him again....  Brian Masters stumbles out of
the corner and right into a Facebuster!!!]

[Huge Pop!]

CL: The Tuscon Kid leaps onto the turnbuckle pumping his fist at the
hometown fans!!

PW: Turning your back on Brian Masters isn't the smartest move.

CL: The Tuscon Kid is in full control, but Brian Masters is starting
to get up...

[The Kid rushes a kneeling Masters and steps off of his knee.
Recognizing the start of a Shining Wizard, Masters instinctively
covers his face... and is plastered across the back of the head as the
Kid Shining Enzuigiri's him instead.]




One ...




Two ...




Three ---




[Disappointing Pop!]




CL: NO!!!! Masters JUST got a shoulder up.  It looked all, but over!
Listen to these fans!!!

[Huge Pop for Tuscon Kid as he begins climbing the ropes...]

CL: Tuscon Kid headed up the ropes.  He could be looking to end
things.

PW: This was disappointing.

[Tucson Kid misses a top rope cross-body block, and Masters signals
for a DDT to take advantage of the miscue.  He turns around, but the
Kid has rolled outside to the apron using the momentum from his miss,
and is already to his feet.  Springboard flying DDT, The Tucson
Express catches Masters flush, dropping him straight onto his head!]




One ...




Two ...




Three !!!




[Huge Pop!]




CL: The Tuscon Kid has done it!  What a debut by the youngster!

PW: Not bad... Not impressive, but not bad.

CL: Tuscon Kid looks to be a huge addition and one of the highlights
of this new breed.  Before we go any further I am getting word that
Dean Hayes is in the back with the Champion Chase Williams.

PW: He can't be happy with the way he was disrespected and all.

[Cut to the back. A Angry voice leads in...]

"MOTHER[BEEPER]!!! I WILL _NOT_ BE TREATED SOME PEASANT!! WHERE THE
HELL IS WILLIINGHAM!!! _SOMEONE_ IS GOING TO [BEEPING] PAY FOR THIS!!"

[Dean Hayes sprints into the camera's view, led by a microphone.]

DH: Chase if I could get a wo....

[He stops mid sentence as Chase spins around and stares him down. His
eyes burn like hot embers.]

CW: You want a word Dean? Hows "apocalypse?" I can't [beeping] wipe my
own ass without somebody getting in the way. I dispose of Foley, and
theres the new Flavor of the Month Brian [beeping] Young trying to
rebuild a crumbling legacy riding the coat tails of the champ.

DH: You were about to end Foley's caree...

[Again he's cut short as Chase interrupts.]

CW: Foley was getting what he had coming. If Young wants to be next,
so be it. I don't have time for this [beep]. Someone, _anyone_ is
getting a shot at me tonight, just so I can stomp somebody the [beep]
out. Cole, Spectre, Damage, Foley, Young, first one of you to Sign the
contract is gonna get beat like they owe me [beeping] money."

CW: Hell you can all sign it and pick numbers out of a hat and we can
finish this [beep] _TONIGHT_! Phoenix Valley, one of your golden boys
gets buried tonight!

[Daggers for the camera as shoves his way past Hayes and disappears.]

DH: Chase Williams has demanded a match tonight! And he's putting up
the title to get what he wants!

[Cut back to ringside.]

PW: I told you!  You don't disrespect the champ!

CL: Apparently not!  A huge announcement, but will PVW's management
allow this?

PW: Either way the Champ is pissed!

CL: That he is!  Folks we appreciate you tuning into SSN with us
tonight.  You are going to see quite a few new faces as of late as PVW
continues to expand.  These new bloods have been called The New Breed
of the PVW.

PW: Or as we like to call them fresh meat.

[Cut into the ring.]

HD: Already in the ring standing at six foot three and weighing in at
two hundred and thirty pounds.... The Man ...   The Myth ... The
Enigma ... Parents hide your childrens eyes ---


[Gasp.]


Here is....


MASKED MANIAC !!!


[The nightmare himself, Masked Maniac raises his arms as the fans give
a mixed reaction.  He stands proud in his plain black singlet and
boots.  Across his face is the ever so famous pattened Double M black
Ski Mask.]


HD: His opponent standing at six foot two and weighing in at two
hundred and thirty five pounds... From Stoughton, MA!!!


Here is....


LARRY GIONET !!!


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

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

[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.]

CL: Larry Gionet is a huge signing.  He is well known around quite a
few of the big leagues around the globe.  He is a former champion and
he brings his hard nosed fighting style to Phoenix.

PW: I can tell I am already going to like this guy.





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	One on One, 15 Minute Time Limit:
	Masked Maniac
	v. Larry Gionet

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<<<  DING DING   >>>


CL: Larry Gionet is a global superstar that has enjoyed quite bit of
success.   His presence here in the PVW shows the growth that this
company has done in just five young months.

PW: My paycheck hasn't changed...

CL: That's because we have picked up global mega stars like Gionet and
Mercenary and expanded the roster signing a plethora of young talent.

PW: I'd still rather my pay check grows...

[The two veterans lock up in the center of the ring.  Masked Maniac
quickly with an armbar.  Gionet slaps his shoulder and swings with a
vicious stiff right hand sending Maniac to the mat.  Gionet quickly on
the offense and his killer instinct fighting style kicks in.  Gionet
unleashes a series of kicks into the rib area of Maniac as he tries to
push himself up.  Gionet yanks him up by the mask and charges him
forward and slams him face first into the turnbuckle.  Gionet goes
into a Spinning motion - ]




"___CRRAACCKK___"




CL: Spinning Back Fist just plants Masked Maniac.

PW: Gionet quickly on the kill... I like that killer instinct..

[He locks Masked Maniac into an Indian Deathlock...  Maniac swings his
arms wildly, but refuses to give up.]

CL: Masked Maniac is holding on and listen to the fans get behind the
cult icon!

PW: How can anyone like Masked Maniac?

[Larry Gionet drops the hold and pulls Maniac to his feet and
FIreman's Carry...]




"___CRRRAAACCCKKK___"




CL: INTO A GUTBUSTER!!! Masked Maniac holding his stomach...




"___CRRRAAACCCKKK___"




PW: YAKUZA KICK!

[Larry Gionet still isn't done with Masked Maniac he drops his knee
over the throat of Masked Maniac. He drops and locks on a Rear Naked
Choke & Scissors combo.  Masked Maniac trapped and looking in
trouble.]

CL: Masked Maniac is known for his high pain endurance, but how much
can he hold on???

PW: I wouldn't imagine for much longer.

[After what appears to be ten or so seconds... Double M is able to
roll forward and reach the ropes.  Larry Gionet ignores the referee's
orders and sync's the choke lock in deeper.]


One ...


Two ...


Three ...


Four ...


CL: Gionet lets the Naked Choke hold go right before the five count.
The damage appears to be done though.  Masked Maniac is on his knees
and holding his throat.  He hits the ropes and charges forward as
Maniac gets to his feet ....

[Pop!]

PW: Maniac ducks...  Swinging Neck Breaker by Maniac...

CL: The Cover!




ONE ...




TWO ...




[Disappointment Pop!]




CL: Gionet kicks out and European Uppercut... European Uppercut... A
series of Palm Strikes.... Neckbreaker onto Gionet's knee!




"___SMMMMAAAASSHHHH___"




PW: German Release Suplex!

[He grabs Masked Maniac and quickly locks on another submission
move... Inverted Clover Leaf!]

CL: Larry Gionet is putting on wrestling display.

PW: The guy has an obvious killer instinct.  Guys like this go a long
way in the business.

[Masked Maniac hand is up and he appears close to tapping out... The
Fans rise to their feet and begin a DOUBLE - M chant....]

CL: Masked Maniac looked closed to tapping there, but the fans are
firing the journeyman up.  He is using all his force to lift himself
up.... He looks to be breaking out.....

[Pop!]




"___CRRAAACCCKKKK___"




PW: Stay back down... Curb Stomp!

CL: He lifts Masked Maniac up and ---- Crucifix Kneebar!!!  This match
is over!




ONE ...




TWO ...




THREE ???




[Heel Pop!]




CL: Gionet just pulled Masked Maniac up.  He had this match won, but
he pulled Masked Maniac up by his mask.

PW: He isn't done giving Phoenix an introduction.

CL: This could come to bite him in the rear if Masked Maniac pulls
this match out.

PW: Big if right there.

[Larry Gionet whips Masked Maniac into the corner with a huge Irish
Whip...  Double M comes stumbling out and Gionet picks him up in a
reverse tombstone piledriver position -- ]




"___CRRRAAACCCKKK___"




CL: Darkness Falls!

PW: Now it's over.




ONE ...




TWO ...




THREE !!!




CL: Impressive debut by Larry Gionet.  He came out here and delivered
tonight.

[The camera cuts to a meeting room backstage.  A long conference table
with a black marble top (polished to a high sheen) dominates the
center of the room, surrounded by high backed chairs.  At the head of
the table, the room's sole occupant sits busily typing away on his
laptop: none other that PVW's head legal counsel Zeke Craven.  The
lawyer pauses, frowning before a sly smile creeps across his features.
Reaching for his keyboard, he stops, his head snapping up to the door
as it flies inwards, slamming hard against the wall, allowing an
enraged "Showtime" Rick Marley to storm into the room.]

RM: We had a deal, you rotten little son of a bitch.

[Marley, wearing a t shirt, jeans and a black leather biker's jacket
storms towards Zeke, obviously intending violence.  The lawyer calmly
looks up at the furious cruiserweight and shrugs.]

Zeke: We did, Mr. Marley.  The Wild Cards defeated Livestock & Gutch,
so William Craven did not molest you in any capacity...sadly I do not
represent MAJOR DAMAGE, who is the individual that assaulted you.

[Marley pauses, slamming both hands down on the table.]

RM: We both know you're full of crap...that's Bill under that mask.
EVERYONE knows it!

Zeke: I'm afraid not, Mr. Marley.  William is currently back home in
Detroit...not here in Pheonix ... in fact, I was just preparing to
speak with him.

[Marley stands up, crossing his arms across his chest.]

RM: Alright, shyster.  Prove it.  Prove me wrong.

Zeke: Very well, if it will alleviate your stress issues...

[Tap.  Taptaptap.  Zeke's brow furrows.]

RM: What?  What, are you stalling for time or something?

Zeke: No, if you must know, I'm a little befuddled by this video chat
thing.  You forget, I'm not as young as you.  Ah.

[A little chiming sound comes from the laptop, then an electronic
clicking that indicates a connection has been made.]

WC: What's this?  Thing is...  Son of a...

[The hissed whisper is familiar to anyone who's seen the man himself,
but for those still confused...]

Zeke: Bill, hey, go to the computer.  I ... I think the stupid thing's
set to auto-answer again.

[Setting his jaw in anger, Marley doesn't seem to be buying the near
Alzheimer's-level of confusion over the computer from the Craven
boys.]

Zeke:  There you are.  Hey, Bill, pull up the window.

WC: Window?  What're you talking about?  Zeke?

Zeke: Yeah, it's me.  The, uh, tab, at the bottom of the screen.  It
says "Skype Video Chat" or something like that.

[Click, and Zeke smiles.]

Zeke: Oh, hallelujah.

WC: Well, isn't this a surprise?  To what do I owe ... the honor?  Hm?

Zeke: Well, hell ... you're living with Mom and Frank now, Bill, I
just wanna know you're keeping that old fool in line.  Hell, they're
almost 70 each now.

WC: Heh ... yeah, they're okay.  Frank got a little too into the wine
last night, but I got him put down.

Zeke: Put ... down?

WC: I put him in bed, Zeke.

Zeke: Oh, okay.  Well, you know your history as well as I do...

WC: Hm...

Zeke: Seriously though, Bill.  Uhm, we have a friend here, someone who
wants to talk to you?

[Looking over at Rick, who just stands there, sullen, glaring, Zeke at
first gestures for him to join in on the video chat, then skips the
middle man, turning the laptop with its built in web cam towards the
moody cruiserweight.  The image on the screen, again, for those
unfamiliar, is that of a sharpened-toothed, green tattooed, one ear
missing, and split tongue freak of nature who is shaved bald and has
ice blue eyes.]

WC: Ricky?  Ricky Marley?  Well now, isn't this a surprise?

[Bill's tone is somewhat patronizing, as if he knows more than he's
letting on.  Rick grits his teeth.]

RM: A surprise?  Sure.  You just saw me a couple weeks ago when you
were beating me down with a damned pole, but whatever.

WC: Ricky?  A pole?  I'm sorry, but what is this?  2001?

RM: YOU KNOW WHAT THIS IS!

[A lesser man would be taken back by such hostility and volume, but
Bill just stares, finally cocking his head to one side and flashing a
shark-toothed grin.]

WC: Not really.  I know you think I'm Major Damage again, but Rick,
look at me ... I'm scarier without the mask, aren't I? And what's
more, I'm suing the guy for gimmick infringement.  For real cash
money, Ricky.

RM: It's Rick and you know it.

WC: I know a lot of things.  "Rick", really, you need to let go of the
past.  Just check the records ... I'm blackballed.  The last time I
had a job in wrestling, I got in a tussle with a fan backstage.  The
bastard had just ... walked up, and he was a big guy, so security
thought he was a wrestler.  I knew he wasn't, but he didn't listen to
me...  Four-hundred pound weightlifter, thinking he was bad, and I
took out his kneecap.  Turned out he was after an ex-girlfriend, had a
pistol and everything.  But now?  Now ... I can't get work.

RM: Bull*BLEEP*.

WC: Look it up, Ricky.  Wikipedia's a wonderful thing.  Hey ... what's
that behind you?

*FWOOF!*

[Flame erupts behind Marley, who spins around, and is confronted by a
gas mask, rapidly approaching.]

RM: What the hell?  This, this isn't real!

Zeke: Oh, crap.

[Backing away, Zeke removes himself from the danger zone.  Marley,
suddenly panicked, picks up the edge of the table the laptop is on,
and overturns it.]

*CRASH!*

[Then, running, exits another door.  Damage and burning flag in tow.]

Zeke: Aw, my laptop.  Son of a...  A freakin' macbook, thing cost ...
goddammit!

[Shouts and crashing can be heard in the background.  Cut back to ring
side.]

PW: Rick Marley's alive??  Not for long.

CL: It's good to see Rick Marley back on his feet.  However if Major
Damage isn't who he thought then who is he?

PW: Do we even want to find out?

CL: Rick Marley still isn't cleared to wrestle and after the last few
months management will be very careful about putting him back into the
ring.

PW: With Major Damage loose it's for his best.

CL: So far Larry Gionet and The Tuscon Kid have been very impressive
additions to the PVW.  The so called, New Breed of Phoenix will
continue to have their opportunity to shine tonight as we head into a
Newcomer Tag Team Match.

PW: It's almost like a new job.

HD: Introducing first Sapporo, Japan....  Standing at six foot one and
weighing in at one hundred and eighty pounds..


Here is....


THE DRAGON KID !!!


[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
fanbase 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!!]


PW: Where is his translator.. Oh Larry Gionet knocked his block off.

CL: I don't think he needs a translator inside the ring.

PW: How will he understand the referee?

CL: Good question.

HD: His partner...  Standing at six foot one and weighing in at one
hundred and eighty seven pounds.. From San Francisco, California ...


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.]

PW: 187 pounds?  Monarch is like 4 of him!

CL: Dragon Kid isn't much bigger.  Speaking of the Japanese superstar
he came to the PVW in a talent exchange from All star Japan Wrestling.
Taking his place is Christopher Michaelson.

PW: I can't believe we lost The Golden One for him.

HD: Their opponents... First from Tuscaloosa, Alabama... Standing at
six foot three and weighing in at two hundred and thirty one pounds
....


Here is....


GIBSON 'RED' HAYES !!!

HD: His partner standing at five foot ten and weighing in at two
hundred and nine pounds... From Tampa, Florida ---


Here is....


JOHNNY DYLAN !!!


[“Little Things” by Bush begins to play throughout the 52nd Street
Armory. Gibson ‘Red’ Hayes and Johnny Dylan walk out side by side and
slowly make their way to the ring. They both ignore the fans as they
look directly at their opponents and march with purpose to the ring.]


CL: These are four men the PVW are looking forward to seeing in
action.  We are moments away!




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    Tag Team, 20 Minute Time Limit:
    Dragon Kid & Eric Williams
    v. Gibson Hayes & Johnny Dylan

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<<<  DING DING  >>>



CL:  And it looks like Williams and Dylan are going to start off the
match for their respective teams here tonight.

PW: Dylan with the slight weight advantage as he just shoves Eric
Williams to the ropes. Referee Jim Pearson is right there though as he
tells Dylan to break the hold.

[Dylan looks at Pearson and slaps Williams across the face. Williams
swings wildly with a right hand that Dylan ducks and counters with a
quick left knocking Williams back to the ropes. Dylan lays into the
stunned Williams with a few more shots. Dylan whips Williams into the
ropes and grabs him into a headlock takeover as he comes back.
Williams struggles to break free, moving around on the canvas and
shifting his body to no avail, as Dylan continues to cinch the hold in
tighter.]

PW: Dylan making a strong debut thus far as he is in complete control
of Williams at the moment.

CL: And it’s just for a moment Preston as Eric Williams has finally
shifted his body weight around to get his knees underneath him.

[As Williams finally manages to get back to his feet, he shoves Johnny
Dylan off him and into the ropes. Johnny comes rebounding back and
Williams scoops him up before sending him crashing back to the mat...]

CL: POWERSLAM! What impact!

[Williams is quickly back to his feet and drives the point of his
elbow deep into chest of Johnny Dylan. Dylan grabs his chest in pain
as Williams once again stands up and looks down upon the form of
Dylan. Williams grabs Dylan by the head dragging him to his feet and
snapmares him to the mat...]

CL: Williams snapmares Dylan down to the mat...

PW: GOOD LORD! He just stomped on Johnny Dylan’s face!

CL: Was that a smirk on the face of Eric Williams?

PW: It might have been!

[Williams pulls Dylan to his feet once again and drops down scissoring
Dylan’s ankle, forcing Dylan to the mat with a drop toe hold. Eric
Williams quickly shifts his body and locks Johnny Dylan in an STF.]

CL: Beautiful chain wrestling there by Williams as he wrenches on that
STF!

PW: Dylan screaming in pain as ‘Wherewithal’ … what does wherewithal
mean Chip?

CL: I'm not a dictionary Preston.

PW: Then what good are you to me?

[As Williams continues to stretch Johnny Dylan in the STF he screams
for Pearson to ask Dylan if he quits. The youngster shakes his head no
and begins to reach for the ropes.]

CL:  Dylan is close the ropes and he just continues to stretch for
them ….

PW: His fingertips just touched them but Williams wrenches back once
again not allowing Dylan to get a good grip on the bottom rope!

CL: Johnny reaching for those ropes once again!

[This time Johnny Dylan is able to grab a hold of the bottom rope.
Pearson begins to administer the standard five count. At three
Williams releases the hold and is back to his feet. He pulls Dylan to
his feet and slips behind him trying to lock in a Cobra Clutch. The
crowd lets out a sympathy moan as Johnny lifts his leg and catches
Eric Williams below the belt.]

CL: LOW BLOW!

PW: Hey if Jim Pearson didn't see it didn't happen. Jim is the eyes of
this match!

CL: you're impartiality amazes me Preston.

PW: One of us needs to be.

[As Eric Williams stands doubled over Johnny Dylan rushes to the far
side ropes and rebounds himself off of it. Slowly Williams begins to
stand up and as he does so Johnny Dylan connects with a running
enziguiri!]




"___THHHUUUUDDD___"




PW: He calls that the Tampa Two step! See Chip you're not the only one
who can read the bio sheets.

[Johnny Dylan drops down for the cover but before referee Jim Pearson
can get into position Dragon Kid dives into the ring driving his elbow
into the back of Dylan’s neck. Pearson orders Dragon Kid out of the
ring as Dylan rolls off of Williams and reaches out for Gibson.]

PW: Well now we get to see if Dragon Kid knows what’s going on without
a translator by his side.

CL: And now we get our first look at Gibson Hayes. Who quickly rushes
the ring and grabs Williams by the hair pulling him to his feet and
takes him t the mat with a hard bodyslam.

PW: I don't think I have seen a text book bodyslam here in the PVW
yet!

[Williams grabs his back and rolls over to his stomach, as he does so
Hayes grabs him by his jaw and paintbrushes the back of his head
before slamming his face into the canvas.]

CL: And Hayes continues to add insult to injury as he just walks
across the back of Eric Williams!

PW: Hayes using his forty pound weight advantage at the moment.
CL: Did they tell you that you need to read these bio sheets more?

PW: Shut up Chip …

[Gibson Hayes grabs Williams and pulls him forcibly to his feet. In a
fluid motion he whips Williams across the ring into the far side
ropes. Williams rebounds off of the ropes and ducks a clothesline
attempt from ‘Red. Williams rebounds off of the near side rope and
flattens Hayes with a leaping shoulder block. ]




"___SMMMAAACCK___"




CL: Eric Williams just took down Hayes and Dragon Kid is reaching over
the top rope for the tag.

PW: Damn it Hayes get up! I don't want that non English speaking man
in the ring again!

CL: And there's the tag to Dragon Kid

[The crowd pops as Dragon Kid leaps over the top rope and drives his
knee into the side of head of Gibson Hayes. Hayes lands soundly on his
back and as he does so Dragon Kid leaps into the air and executes a
standing moonsault.]

PW: Another one of these high flyers!

CL: Dragon Kid tries to go for the cover but Hayes powers out before
the count can be started.

[Hayes is on his knees and begins to beg Dragon Kid to slow down for a
moment as he back pedals towards the corner.]

PW: He needs to learn English so that he won't continue his assault on
a man in need of a breather!

CL: There are no time outs in wrestling!

PW: Well there should be!

[Dragon Kid reaches for the head of Gibson Hayes, but Hayes grabs
Dragon Kid by the waist and pulls him into the corner; Dragon Kid hits
the top turnbuckle head first.]

PW: Heads up move by Hayes who goes back on the attack!

[Hayes spins the dazed Dragon Kid around and clinches on a front
chancery. He pulls Dragon Kid into the air and half way through the
vertical suplex he drops the Dragon Kid across the top rope using it
as a slingshot.]

PW: Hayes with his Bounced Check slingshot suplex!

CL: And Hayes floats over for the cover ..




ONE ...




TWO ...




CL: And the Kid gets his shoulder up at two.

PW: Amazing he can understand English!

[Hayes climbs to his feet once again, and then grabs hold of Dragon
Kid’s head, slowly dragging him up as well. Dragon Kid though quickly
grabs Hayes by the front of his tights, dragging him forward and head-
first into the turnbuckle! Dragon Kid stands up and grabs the back of
Hayes head but is met with an elbow to the side of the head as Johnny
Dylan reaches over the top rope and clocks him.]

PW: Heads up move by Johnny Dylan there saving his partner from a
further assault.

[Dylan slaps Hayes across the shoulders taking himself back into the
match. He grabs Dragon King by the back of the head, locking on an
inverted chancery and driving him into the mat with an inverted DDT.
As Hayes steps to the apron Dylan hops onto the second rope and leaps
off driving a fist into the forehead of Dragon Kid.]

PW: Beautiful fist drop by Dylan. I'm liking this team of Dylan and
Hayes …

CL: That’s only cause you can't understand Dragon Kid …

PW: That might be a factor …

[Dylan pulls the Dragon Kid to his feet and shoves him into the corner
where he drives a series of three European uppercuts into the jaw of
Dragon Kid. After the third one he takes a step back and hits a
picture perfect dropkick that crushes the Kid into the turnbuckles.]

PW: Great use of the ring there by Johnny Dylan.

[Dylan smirks as he begins to whips Dragon Kid into the ropes, Dragon
Kid though reverses Dylan into the ropes and as Dylan rebounds he
connects with a spinning leg lariat that crashes Johnny Dylan to the
mat. The Dragon Kid nips up and pulls Johnny Dylan to his feet. He
pulls Dylan into the air with a waist lock driving him throat first
across the top rope.]
CL: HOTSHOT! And Dragon Kid is quickly ascending the top rope!

[Flashbulbs go off throughout the arena as Dragon Kid leaps off of the
top rope executing a 450 Degree Splash onto the prone figure of Johnny
Dylan.]

CL: 450 SPLASH!

[Dragon Kid hooks the far side leg …]




ONE ...




TWO ...




PW: And now it’s Hayes turn to break up the count!

[Eric Williams rushes into the ring catching Gibson Hayes in the side
of the head with a stiff elbow shot. As Hayes staggers back Williams
connects with a head butt that sends Hayes through the second rope to
the floor. Williams rushes to the far side rope as Dragon Kid pulls
Johnny Dylan to his feet and begins to lock on a full nelson.]




"___CRRRRAAASSSSHHH___"




CL: WILLIAMS WITH A SUICIDE DIVE THROUGH THE ROPES!

PW: BOTH HIM AND HAYES CRASH HARD INTO THE GUARDRAIL!

[As Jim Pearson looks over the top rope to make sure that Williams and
Hayes are moving on the outside Dragon Kid tries to take Johnny Dylan
over with a Dragon Suplex but Dylan locks his leg around the Kid’s not
allowing him to power him over. Dragon Kid attempts for a second time
and once again Dylan blocks it. Dragon Kid release one arm and forces
Dylan’s head down and drives and fires an elbow to the back of his
head.]

CL: Dragon Kid trying to weaken Johnny Dylan …

[Dylan though uses the weakened half nelson to his advantage and spins
out grabbing Dragon Kid by the arm and whipping him hard into the
corner … the Kid though leaps to the top rope and executes a
moonsault.]

CL: Dragon Kid with a beautiful moonsault ..

PW: JOHNNY DYLAN DUCKS AND DRAGON KID HITS THE MAT HARD!

[Dragon Kid is quick to his feet but he holds his chest in pain as
Johnny Dylan rushes forward and connects with a bulldog lariat sending
both men crashing to the mat.]

PW: And Dylan going for the pin!




ONE ...




TWO ...




THR ---




CL: And Eric Williams pulls Johnny Dylan off of Dragon Kid!

PW: And Hayes hits the ring and connects with a Discus Punch to
Williams! Eric Williams hits the mat.

[Referee Jim Pearson is trying to regain order but Gibson Hayes pushes
him out of the way as he orders Johnny Dylan to pull the Dragon Kid to
his feet. Hayes rushes forward …]

CL: DRAGON KID DUCKS!

PW: AND HAYES JUST NAILED JOHNNY DYLAN WITH THAT CLOTHESLINE!

[Hayes looks around stunned as Dragon Kid grabs Johnny Dylan and
hoists him onto his shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry position. Williams
spears Hayes and the two men fall through the ropes to the floor.
Dragon Kid drops Dylan head first into a kneesmash!]

CL: GO TO SLEEP! He just hit the Go To Sleep on Johnny Dylan!




ONE ...




PW: DAMN IT HAYES WHERE ARE YOU!




TWO ...




CL: ON THE OUTSIDE WITH ERIC WILLIAMS!




THREE !!!




PW: You have to be kidding me! Hayes and Dylan out classed those two
from the moment the bell rang.

CL: They made one mistake and Williams and the Dragon Kid pulled out a
hard fought and well deserved victory.

PW: I have to call a spade a spade thought. Those four men were all
impressive in their debut tonight and it’s only a matter of time
before people like the Outlaw, Caleb Foley and Chris Hartt need to
worry about who’s going to be coming after them next!

CL: That's no lie!

[Backstage at the Armory, Dean Hayes stands before the PVW banner
backdrop.]

Hayes:  Ladies and gentlemen, joining me at this time is the Rising
Heritage Champion, Chris Hartt.

[Hartt strolls in from off camera with a baseball bat resting on one
shoulder.]

Chris, what's been on your mind since the big match vs. RJ Souza?

[Hartt shoots Hayes a furious glare.]

Hartt:  What's been on my mind? Why tel you when I can show you?

[Hartt steps back and readies the bat.  Hayes gets nervous at the
man's intentions.]

Hayes:  Chris, wait!  Don't do anyting--

[Hartt points the bat at Hayes with a look of death to keep the
announcer in place.  Hartt quickly readies again and swings hard at
the backdrop, nailing the banner and sending the aluminum frame
holding it all up clamoring to the floor.  Screams and yells from
surrounding techs, makeup people and crew all begin to flood the
scene.  Hartt swings his bat again and nails some remaining bit of the
set.]

Hartt: WHAT'S ON MY MIND, HAYES??  HOW ABOUT THE PAIN AND SUFFERING OF
AN INNOCENT WOMAN WHO DIDN'T DESERVE IT AT ALL!!  HOW ABOUT THE SICK
SACK OF CRAP HUSBAND OF HERS, HUH??  SHE'S BEEN ON MY MIND!  THAT FAT
WINDBAG SANDLER STRIKING HER!  THAT'S been on my mind!!!

[Stage hands and security flood in and surround Hartt, who backs them
all away with a menacing gesture with the bat.  Hartt stands ready,
looking over them all with a vicious glare.  Hartt moves forward and
makes his way for the cameraman, who stumbles back and trips on
something, sending him and the camera to the floor.  The scene is a
madhouse of shadows moving on the ceiling, as Hartt steps into view,
standing over the cameraman.  Hartt's face is twisted in a sneer of
pain and rage, clutching the bat like a lifeline.]

Hartt:  YOU, RJ!!   YOU let this happen!  You should have protected
her!!  You should have been there for her!!  She loves you and you let
her twist for it!!  You and me, man!  We are NEVER over!!  NEVER!  And
if you think you can stay blind to me, then let's just make sure you
fully stay that way!!

[Hartt rears back with the bat and swings for the fences.  The crew
watching this all scream for Hartt to stop and rethink what he's
doing. With a heavy crack, the camera  wobbles,  cuts to some jaggedy
black bars over the scene, then cuts to white noise.]

CL: We are pleased to say that Destiny Souza was able to leave the
hospital and is stable at home.  PVW management has advised her to
stay away from the PVW ring and allow RJ Souza and Chris Hartt to
settle their differences inside the ring.

PW: She should have done that in the first place.  Her presence alone
cost Souza the title.

CL: I don't know about that.

HD: Coming to the ring at this time ...

[The bass heavy, upbeat track finally kicks in ...]

# I know you're thinking, thinking that it must be #
# Armor-All flow 'cause it never get rusty #
# I ain't gotta say it, man dawg trust me #
# Bust somebody head, G.L.C. where was we? #

HD: ... from Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at 222 pounds,


Here is....


CKD Abdullah !!!!


[CKD Abdullah enters the arena, garbed in a black headband, black
singlet, black pants with white stripes, black boots, black elbow pads
on both elbows, and padded black gloves. The fans cheer as the young
African American grappler storms towards ringside.]

# Still rock the Prada 'fore that, rock the Starter #
# Ni**as had the Georgetown, the Magic way harder #
# Thinking back to the projects, and they way they tore 'em all up #
# Like when I do a project, and come back and tear the mall up #

[Inside the ring, CKD Abdullah climbs to the second turnbuckle and
gazes out at the crowd. He raises both arms triumphantly.]

# We coming from the.. #
# South (side), South (side) #
# South (side), South (side) #
# South (side), South (side) #
# South (side), Side of the Chi #

[He then springs off the turnbuckle and prepares for action.]

CL: CKD suffered a tough loss to OmniFly at Rise From the Ashes.  He
had an impressive debut, but anymore he appears on borrowed time.  He
really needs a win here tonight.

PW: Not against RJ Souza.

HD:  At 240lbs, from Oakland California, With 'The Mega Agent' Paul
Sandler at his side....


Here is....


'Bad Karma' RJ Souza !!!!


"A little bit more ATTITUDE!!!"

[A single spotlight shines of the ever dark RJ Souza. He holds both
hands over his head. Two white fireworks flow on both sides of the
entrance As he absorbs the fans jeers. He drops his hands and walks to
the ring. The Man in black sides under the ropes and stands in the
center, pulling his arms back, ala a cross and turns his head to the
left.]






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<<<  DING DING   >>>


CL: We have no clue what kind of emotional state RJ Souza is in right
now.

PW: I've heard he hasn't even spoken to his wife since the accident.

CL: CKD Abdullah isn't wasting any time!

[The martial arts warrior fired off a series of right hands.  Souza
stands and takes the quick stiff strikes and grabs Abdullah and tosses
him halfway across the ring. Abdullah quickly back up and charges at
Souza... TILT-O-WHIRL ---]




"___CRRRUUUSSSHHH___"




CL: BONE CRUSHING BACKBREAKER BY SOUZA!!!

PW: You can see the blank look in Souza's eyes.  I'm not sure he is
all there right now.

[CKD Abdullah crawls over to the corner, holding his back only to get
the Face wash from Souza. RJ Souza continues to squash Abdullah giving
him no chance at getting any offense.  He rains brutal strikes down.]

CL: Abdullah in a sticky situation backed into the corner...  The
referee is backing up Souza.  He turns around and takes off -




"___CRRAAACCCKKK___"




[Heel Pop.]




PW: Souza drove that knee right into the face of the slumped down
Abdullah!

CL: Souza is pulling Abdullah up in the corner.... RUNNING BULLDOG
PLANTING HIM FACE FIRST INTO THE MAT AND HE HOOKS A LEG!!!




ONE ...




TWO ...




[Small pop as Abdullah kicks out.  Paul Sandler just stands on the
outside with his arms crossed watching on.  The intensity from Souza
seems to have even take him by surprise.  Souza drives forearms into
the side of Abdullah's head as he pulls him to his feet.  He whips him
across with another ring shaking Irish Whip.  Souza takes off with a
charging Avalanche ....  And out of survival, Abdullah is able to
throw himself over the top rope and Souza crashes into the corner..]

CL: Abdullah Springboards off... Spinning heel kick!  Abdullah quickly
back up and charges...

[... Only to run into a Single Legged Dropkicked.  Souza picks
Abdullah up, now enraged, and laid him out flat with his three step
DDT known as Bad Karma Drop.]

PW: This one is in the books.  RJ Souza came out and _DOMINATED_!

CL: Souza is just standing over Abdullah.  He yanks him back up...




"___SMMMAAACCCKKKK___"




PW: KARMA KICK!!!!

[CKD Abdullah crumbles to the mat.  Sandler is shouting for Souza to
pin him.  He drops down and locks on a crossface/armbar submission.
Abdullah quickly slaps the mat tapping out.]

CL: And this one is over.  An intense and a machine like RJ Souza has
came out here tonight and just dominated CKD Abdullah.



<<<  DING DING   >>>



PW: And he isn't letting go.



<<<  DING DING   >>>



[Souza refused to release the Karma Kross, but as the referee tried to
pull Souza’s arms out from underneath Abdullah’s chin, Souza leaped up
delivered a Karma Kick to the head of the referee.  Paul Sandler
quickly rolled into the ring holding his hands up in front of Souza
trying to get him from causing anymore damage.]

CL: Souza has just laid of the referee!

PW: I wouldn't mess with Souza right about now.

[RJ Souza turns and rolls out of the ring. Suddenly, the crowd leaps
to its feet, as someone hops the barrier and drives RJ into the steel
steps.]




"___SMMMAAAACCCKKKK___"




CL: CHRIS HARTT!!!!!

[The crowd cheers when they realize that it's Chris Hartt.  Hartt
dives onto the fallen RJ and lays shot after shot onto RJ Souza's
head.]

PW: What is that coward doing down here?  Hasn't he caused enough
damage?  He has already nearly killed Destiny Souza and now he is back
attacking RJ!

[Hartt drags RJ up and whips him into the audience barrier --- ]




"___THHUUUMMMPP___"




CL: Chris Hartt looks to have just as much intensity and he is taking
it to RJ Souza!

PW: His funeral.

[Hartt charges in full steam driving both men over barrier and into
the crowd.  RJ Souza comes up first and returns the multitude of shots
to Hartt's jaw.  Hartt blocks and nails RJ Souza with a hard kick, but
Souza staggers and grabs a beer from a fan, tossing it into the face
of Hartt.  As Hartt deflects the drink from his face, Souza nails
Hartt with a Karma Kick to the jaw.  Hartt goes reeling back over the
railing.]

CL: Officials are headed down... Security is joining them!

[RJ Souza follows suit, as security now descends and grabs the
thrashing, wild Hartt.  Souza shakes off the attack, as Hartt still
yells insults and challenges to Souza.  Many times, the mic picks up
pieces of Hartt yelling at Souza to "wake up and be a man! You should
have been there for her, you, sonfoab---!"  The multitude of security
men manage to drag Hartt backstage as the crowd hotly chants for Hartt
and to "Let him go!"  Hartt's furious, angry eyes never leave RJ Souza
as he makes his way backstage.]

CL: Holy cow!  These two are far from over!

PW: Chris Hartt may be the PVW Rising Phoenix Heritage Champion right
now, but it's just a matter of time until Souza makes him feel the
same pain and suffering.

[Fade in:

Swinging Dean Hayes stands with the Prophets of Rage.  Unlike most
times there is none of the banter with the Prophets.  There is no set
up gag from Shadoe Rage.  There is no mildly amused Derek Rage.  There
are two angry men.  That’s it.]

DR: Dean, we get a shot at Urban Legend again.  That’s good.  Because
I really want a piece of them.  Thanks to their chicanery we were
second in the tag-team tournament.  We nearly ran the table.  Imagine
if we started in any other position.  We would have had to use less
energy.  We would have defeated everybody.  See how the UFOs realized
that we were the kings and they quit right before it could be proven.

SR: So here we go again.  At the Armory Urban Legend you go toe-to-
toe with the Prophets again.  And the last time you faced us as a unit
you got beat.  Now we're a six-man team.  You think the Outlaw is
going to save you?  You think that guy is a match for Will Geddings?
I promise you he is not.  Let me tell you something right now.  you're
in Rage Country.  R-A-G-E Country.  you're far from home and you don't
even have your passports.  I feel sorry for you because you don't even
have diplomatic immunity.  No you don't.  You follow my rules.  You
follow my law.  You follow our decrees.  And right now we decree that
Urban Legend is going to be exposed as a stupid myth one more time.
Yeah, we will not be denied.  In the six-man tag you're going on the
shelf.

SDH: What was that?

DR: You heard us.  The Stalker and Semi are going to join Highway 44,
Sexual Energy, the UFOs and all the rest of the tag-teams that we
face.  you've been green lit, Urban Legend.  we're coming to kill you.

[Dean Hayes checks Derek’s expression and recognizes that there isn't
the slightest hint of humor.  He’s dead serious.]

SR: you're going to die, Urban Legend.  you're going to die in
darkness!

[Fade back to ring side.]

CL: The Prophets of Rage was the most impressive tag team in the
gauntlet, but the odds were too great.  They look to put an end to
Urban Legend tonight and climb to the top of the ladder.

PW: If they aren't already there.

CL: Speaking of tag teams.  Up next we have Extreme Conditions and The
Thrillers.

PW: Finally we get to see Samuel Cunningham's justice.

CL: This feud has been burning for a long time.  There is no love loss
between Darius Walker and Samuel Cunningham.

PW: I'd actually say they hate each others guts.

CL: That's putting it nicely.

PW: Cunningham said something about sticking Walkers body in a wood
chipper and -

[Lester quickly Interrupts.]

CL: These two teams will finally have a chance to settle things once
and for all!  Darius Walker blames the Thrillers for his team missing
out on the PVW Tag Team Titles and Cunningham blames Darius Walker for
all his health troubles every since he arrived to Phoenix.

PW: If Cunningham finally wiped that smug smile off Walker's face I
would be thrilled.  I can't wait to see Walker and Cunningham
handcuffed together.  There is going to be blood and old bones flying
around the place.

CL: That brings us to this...

HD: Ladies and gentlemen this match is for one fall...  Introducing
first at a combined weight of four hundred and eighty five pounds....
Led to the ring by Samuel E. Cunningham.....


Here is ...


'Handsome' Steven Hayes and 'Greek God' Jimmy Lane ...


The Thrillers !!!



[The crowd roar in boo's as Lane and Hayes open their arms up
welcoming the reaction.  Cunningham raises his briefcase mocking them.
Hayes stops in the front row and picks out a young attractive lady.
He wraps his arms behind his head and begins in a rude pelvic thrust.
The duo roll under the ring and turn towards the referee awaiting
their next tag team battle.]

CL: Samuel Cunningham still sporting that neck brace.  Shouldn't it
have been healed by now?

PW: Extreme Conditions keep cheap shotting him!

CL: I must have missed that.

HD: Their opponents ...

[BIG FACE POP!]

CL: Fans are ready for Extreme Conditions to shut The Thrillers up!

PW: Stupid fans.

HD: At a combined weight of four hundred and fifty nine pounds...
Accompanied to the ring by Darius Walker ...


Here is ...


'Wildfire' Shawn Covell and 'Black Ice' Gideon Frost ...


Extreme Conditions !!!


[As the opening piano begins to play for “Our Foes Shall Fall” by
Summoning Gideon Frost slowly makes his way out from behind the
entrance way. Frost is wearing a pair of full length white wrestling
tights, white wrestling boots with white laces. His white hair falls
to his shoulders as it not tied back for the match. A steps behind him
out steps Darius Walker, attired in a black suit with a white dress
shirt and silver and black tie. Next to Darius is Shawn Covell, who is
wearing a pair of red full length tights with random black slashes
throughout them as well as black wrestling boots.]

The sword is sharp, the spear is long
The arrow swift, the gate is strong
The heart is bold that looks on gold
The dwarves no more shall suffer wrong

[Gideon slowly begins to walk down the aisle staring at the ring the
entire walk, ignoring the fans who try to slap his hands as he passes
them. Shawn on the other hand slaps the hands of the fans as he talks
to Darius, who as always looks ready for business.]

The mountain throne once more is freed
O! Wandering fold, the summons heed
Come haste! Come haste! Across the waste
The king of friend and kin has need.

[Gideon slides under the bottom rope into the ring. He slowly stands
to his feet and leans against the ropes stretching his back. Shawn
makes his way up the ring steps and steps between the ropes as Darius
stands on the floor in the corner of Extreme Conditions.]

CL: Gideon Frost looks motivated.

PW: I think that guy only knows one gear and that's hurt people.

CL: Referee Jay O'Riley has the handcuffs and look at Samuel
Cunningham he doesn't like it at all!

PW: Would you want to be handcuffed with that slime ball Darius
Walker?

CL: He brought it on himself!

[Darius Walker holds both wrists extended first.  The Referee has two
pairs of handcuffs and slaps one on each wrist on the outside of the
ring.  He motions for Samuel Cunningham to join him, but again he
refuses too.]

CL: We know the rules what is the deal?

PW: Samuel Cunningham doesn't have to play by these rules.  It's a
disgrace!

[Gideon Frost and Shawn Covell isn't waiting they attack the Thrillers
before the bell!  All four men begin trading punches and Samuel
Cunningham drops and rolls out, but standing right in his path is a
handcuffed Darius Walker!]

PW: RUN!

CL: DARIUS WALKER JUST SLAPPED THE CUFFS ON CUNNINGHAM AND WE ARE
OFF!!!




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	Tag Team, 30 Minute Time Limit:
	Extreme Conditions
	v. The Thrillers

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<<<  DING DING   >>>


PW: He can't do that!?!

CL: Oh, but he has!

[Samuel Cunningham is on the outside just screaming into Darius
Walker's face, but the sneaky little lawyer just stands there
smiling.]

CL: Under the rules of this match the two managers are supposed to be
on the outside handcuffed to one another.

PW: You can't keep Samuel Cunningham cuffed like a criminal.

[Inside the ring, Frost whips Jimmy Lane into the corner...  Covell
tips Steven Hayes over the top ropes.  Frost grabs 'Wild Fire' Shawn
Covell by the arm and whips him across and he leaps with a big elbow
into Jimmy Lane and The Greek God stumbles out from the corner right
into Gideon Frost who sends him flying backwards in the air with a
huge belly to belly release suplex.]

CL: Look at Darius Walker he is shouting for them to quickly finish
him.

PW: Perhaps he wants to get away from Cunningham as bad as Samuel
Cunningham wants to get away from Darius Walker.

CL: Gideon Frost hooks a leg!




ONE ...




TWO ...




[Disappointment Pop.]




PW: Lane with a kickout.

[Frost pulls Jimmy Lane up and slaps Covell quickly back in, Gideon
Frost quickly places Jimmy Lane in a full nelson.  Shawn Covell inside
the ring steps back and --]




"___SMMMMAAAACCCCKKKK___"




CL: Perfectly executed superkick by 'Wild Fire' Shawn Covell!   Gideon
Frost with a DRAGON SUPLEX!!!! Covell with a standing Moonsault and
the cover!




ONE ...




TWO ...




THR ---




[Heel pop.]




PW: No dice.

CL: Close, but The Greek God with a shoulder up.

[Steven Hayes reaches through encouraging his partner to make the tag.
Covell with a series of quick striking kicks.  He goes to lift The
Greek God with a double underhook, but Lane counters with a back body
drop.  Lane drops down to his knees recovering.]

CL: What a counter by Jimmy Lane.

PW: Cunningham is now screaming on the outside for Lane to get to his
corner...

[Cunningham begins to head to his corner, but Walker stops him right
in his tracks.  He yanks the handcuffs backwards and stops him.]
PW: That sneaky little...


CL:
Lane now has Covell and scoops him up and slams him hard to the mat.
He tags his partner in and The Thrillers begin putting the boots to
Shawn Covell.

PW: Revenge time.

[Steven Hayes smashes Covell face first into the turnbuckle. He wraps
his arms around Covell's head and running bulldog!  'Handsome' Steven
Hayes hooks a leg...]




ONE ...




TWO ...




CL: Covell with a kickout.

[Camera again picks up the two handcuffed managers.  Both men are
attempting to scream over the other ones voice.  Cunningham rips his
arms backwards and it's followed by Walker doing the same. Steven
Hayes pulls Covell back up and whips him across as Covell rebounds
off, Hayes locks on a sleeper hold.]

PW: Thrillers in full control now.

CL: Steven Hayes has the sleeper lock on tightly.  Covell drops down
to one knee.  Frost and Walker both cheering him on, but Hayes has the
Sleeper on tightly.

[Covell chin drops and referee Duke Martin bends down checking on
him..  He raises Covell's arm up and --




DROPS!]




CL: Covell in dire trouble here... Duke Martin raises it again.




[Heel pop as it drops again.]




PW: One more time and The Thrillers win!

CL: Duke Martin raises it a third time...




[DROPS????  HUGE FACE POP AS COVELL keeps his arm from dropping!  He
raises to his feet.  Elbow... elbow... Covell hits the ropes, but runs
right into a clothesline by Steven Hayes.]

PW: HA! Covell thought he was free, but not for long!

CL: Hayes retags in Jimmy Lane and the Thrillers send Covell into the
turnbuckle... Hayes lifts him up and Lane beheads him with a
clothesline.

[Jimmy Lane drives down bombs as he pulls Shawn Covell up.  Lane has
Covell up in an electric chair drop, but Gideon Frost has had enough
and dropkicks the back of Lane’s knee and Covell executes a victory
roll.]

CL: However the referee is forcing Gideon Frost to the outside and
Steven Hayes rushes in and breaks up the cover.

PW: Heads up move by the Thrillers.

[Walker tries to hop on the ring apron, but this time Cunningham is
the one who pulls him down.  The Thrillers are stomping on Shawn
Covell.  The referee turns and begins counting...]


One ...


Two ...


Three ...


Four ...


CL: Finally Lane steps to the outside leaving Steven Hayes in.  Hayes
drops down and hooks a leg!




ONE ...




TWO ...




THREE ???




[Pop!]




CL: Covell just kicked out!  Hayes is livid.  He begins driving huge
crossfaces as Covell attempts to crawl to his corner.

PW: Finish him off Hayes.

['Handsome' Steven Hayes pulls Covell up and sends him into the
ropes... Out of survival Covell ducks under a wild right and Frost
slaps Covell across the back, tagging himself into the match. He grabs
Hayes from behind and executes a vicious gut buster....  Covell wild
new life slingshots himself over the top rope and drives a leg drop
across the neck of Hayes who is still across the knee of Frost.]

CL: What a heads up move by Gideon Frost!

PW: That wasn't a legal tag!  It couldn't be!

[It appears Samuel Cunningham agrees with Preston Winfield.  Gideon
Frost hooks the leg and this could be it!]




ONE ...




TWO ...




THREE ???




[Disappointment Pop.]




CL: Hayes with a foot on the ropes.  Referee Duke Martin is up and
holding two fingers up.  Gideon Frost doesn't care he rips Steven
Hayes up and --




"___THHWWWAAAAPPPP___"




[BRUTAL slap across his right cheek.  Frost with a shoulder into his
midsection and places him up on the top ropes...  Gideon Frost follows
him up... Hayes is swinging for the fences, but Gideon Frost has him
and -- ]




"___SSSMMMAAAASSSSHHHH___"




CL: SUPER T-BONE SUPLEX!!!!!!!  BOTH MEN LAY ON THE MAT!!!!!

PW: Come on Steven Hayes!!!

[Both managers slam their fist side by side on the ring apron.  Steven
Hayes lays flat on his back staring into the lights and Gideon Frost
rolls an arm over...]




ONE ...




TWO ...




THREE ---




[NOOOOO!!!!!]




CL: STEVEN HAYES SHOULDER SHOOTS UP!

PW: Thank goodness.

[Shawn Covell and Jimmy Lane are both shooting their arms through the
ropes cheering their partner on.  Hayes is inching closer and tags in
Jimmy Lane...  The Greek God quickly steps through the ropes and ---]




[HUGE HOT TAG POP!]



CL: COVELL IS RUNNING IN AND JIMMY LANE IS DOWN ON HIS KNEES BEGGING
OFF....




"___CRRAAACCKKK___"




[LEAPING KNEE... SHINING WIZARD!!!]

CL: Steven Hayes from behind and CLIPS Covell's knee!!

PW: Take that!

[Gideon Frost from behind and SHORT ARM LARIAT!!!!! Samuel Cunningham
is now on the ring apron, but Walker just yanks those cuffs and DOWN
GOES SAMUEL CUNNINGHAM!!!]

PW: This isn't fair!

CL: Frost goes to pull Hayes up... Lane from behind --




"___SLLLAAAAMMM___"




[FULL NELSON SLAM!!!   Steven Hayes begins to turn Frost over with a
boston crab. After fighting for a moments he is able to turn it over.
Covell is up and onto the top rope and executes a missile dropkick to
the back of Hayes’ head.]

CL: Lane is on the outside and has Walker from behind... CUNNINGHAM
DIVES FORWARD WITH A HEADBUTT INTO THE FACE OF DARIUS WALKER!!!!!

PW: Take that!

CL: COVELL LEAPS INTO A CORKSCREW!!!!!




[HUGE SPOT POP!!!]




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



[Steven Hayes now has Gideon Frost up... Frost counters -- elevated
stunner, The Black Crush!!!!]

CL: THIS COULD BE IT!!!!

PW: DO SOMETHING LANE....

[Gideon Frost locks Steven Hayes into the Inverted STF.... Otherwise
known as his Arctic Lock!!!  Jimmy Lane starting to roll in, but
Covell grabs his legs and Steven Hayes slams his hands onto the mat
tapping out!]

CL: EXTREME CONDITIONS HAS DONE IT!!! DARIUS WALKER HAS GOTTEN HIS
REVENGE!!!

PW: What about Samuel Cunningham's?

[The fans go nuts, but Gideon Frost holds the lock on for a few...
five... seven... ten extra seconds to inflict a little more pain
before dropping the hold.]

CL: What a match!  Gideon Frost and Shawn Covell picked up a huge win
against their rivals and look towards climbing that ladder so they can
go one on one with the Royal Family.

PW: Where they are totally out classed.

[Duke Martin undoes the handcuffs letting Darius Walker free who joins
his two men raising their hands in victory.]

CL: The Thrillers have retreated to the back.  Look at the grin
across Darius Walker's face.

PW: It was all his fault!  Wipe that smug grin off your face Darius!

[The fans give the three men a huge applause as they roll out of the
ring and head up the aisle way.]

CL: Folks with Rise From the Ashes in the books it was announced our
next Super Card will be called, End Game.

PW: Quite fitting as that was the move Chase put Foley away with.

[The piano exit to Layla by Derek and the Dominos plays as the crowd
morphs into a rumble of displeasure as PVW Tag Team Champion
"Rolemodel" Paul Styles steps out from the locker room with a large
smile and an aura of confidence. He wears a powder blue dress shirt
under a medium blue sweater vest and blue slacks. Paul has both PVW
Tag Title belts, one around his waist and the other title looped
around his left shoulder with his left holding the other end the pull
it tight]

[Paul casually walks to the ring ignoring the guys yelling at him and
instead smiles and holds eye contact with some of the girls that have
suddenly appeared along either side of the aisle nervously in awe of
Paul]

[Carl Stevenson, in a three piece black suit, and Johnathan Monarch,
in a black dress shirt and white suspenders, follow but this is Paul's
moment. Once in the ring Carl gets the house mic to hold for Paul.
Johnathan decided to just chill around ringside]

"Rolemodel" Paul Styles: Before we begin I'm going to ask for everyone
here tonight to join us as we share a moment of silence for the three
PVW careers I've already ended... The UFOs and "The Golden One"
Christopher Michaelson...

[Paul and Carl stand in the ring smiling as they observe the crowd
that have responded with a dull roar of jeers]

[After 15 seconds the ringbell begins slowly tolling ten times in
tribute causing many of the jeers to turn to laugher as people look to
find Johnathan at the timekeepers table. After the tenth toll Paul and
Carl's body language lets us know it's over]

PS: And so it begins... [Paul motions to the title belt around his
waist] PVW Tag Team Champions The Royal Family... and not a moment too
soon. Its been a few months since I came out of retirement but at Rise
From The Ashes, I finally felt like myself again. The tension of a
supercard, the prestige of a championship... that's what I've been
missing. My matches on Heatwave, the tag match in New York, Blood
Bowl... I just haven't been feeling it. I'm still the best because I'm
in a different league then the rest of you, but I've just been going
through the motions... And I think I've realized something since I
joined PVW... I don't care about wrestling anymore.

[Paul pauses as his cool expression has slowly changed into annoyance
and his voice is laced with distain]

PS: I haven't enjoyed being a part of PVW. I hate this place. I've
hated this place since the day I arrived. I still don't know if it's
PVW or wrestling in general but this sucks. I hate the lame nerds in
the locker room and I hate the jerks that show up in the arenas just
to yell at me. I have nothing to prove to anyone. I'm undefeated!

[Paul puts his thumb across the top of the belt around his waist like
a belt buckle and knowingly smiles]

PS: But for as much as I hate you guys... I love championships even
more.

[the displeasure from the crowd has raised considerably and the noise
is so loud that the atmosphere in the arena is starting to become
tense as Paul just smiles in the ring enjoy the moment, beginning to
remember]

PS: I love being a champion. I love outclassing you guys. I love the
validation, the proof, that I am the best. Basically... I loving hold
the title over the rest of you... that's why I'm here.

[Paul smiles as he shrugs his left shoulder to adjust the belt over
it]

PS: So lets start having some fun... I don't care what team answers
me, I can't even name off half the teams... But someone is going to
have to answer The Royal Family's Special Non-Title Challenge. Who
wants to be the next Apollo Jones or Christopher Michaelson?

[The piano exit to Layla plays as Paul starts talking to Carl off
microphone as they both leave, meeting up with Johnathan at ringside
before they walk down the aisle to the locker room as champions]

CL: An open challenge to the Tag Team Divisions by the Champions!  I
have to say very un-Paul like.

PW: Paul Styles knows that he out classes the whole roster in Phoenix.
What does he have to fear?  Extreme Conditions?  The Wild Cards?  Give
me a break.

CL: What about The Prophets of Rage or Livestock and The Gutch?

PW: Well ...

CL: Or Urban Legend.

[Cut to backstage.  Urban Legend's full compliment -- Stalker, Semi
and Outlaw -- step out of the appointed dressing room, dressed for
their match, and begin the customary march.   After a few moments,
though, Styles stops.]

Stalker : Y'guys go ahead.   Forgot somethin'.

[The duo look at Styles, shrug, and continue on.]

Outlaw (under his breath) : [bleep] nutty ADD [bleep]...

[Semi and Outlaw disappear out of sight, not noticing the third man
hasn't moved.  He drops his shoulders a bit, speaking to no one in
particular.]

Stalker : Talked t'Jamie lately?

[From the hallway behind, a figure steps out.  The Stalker, Johnny
Styles, turns to face the OmniFly, Will Geddings.  Styles gives a
familiar half-smile while Omni is pretty obviously confused as to how
he should respond.]

OmniFly : I stopped dating outside my species. ...Sara?

Stalker (shrugging) : Split a while now m'self, though under better
terms, 'looks like.

OmniFly : Ah.

[A lengthy, almost awkward pause ensues, the two staring at each
other.]

OmniFly : I hope that you understand, friend, that I've left that life
behind. A life filled with Idols and Legends... just not my thing
anymore. I won't be lowered, lessened, or demeaned into some sort
of...sideshow.  When the smoke clears out there, one of your little
group will be changed. Changed forever. But for old time's sake... it
won't be you.

OmniFly : Or maybe it will. Ya know... I am a liar. But I do have one
question for you... mon ami... your little group.  Wasn't there one
more of you?

[Styles chuckles, though the implications show in his strained tone.]

Stalker : Cute.  She's visitin' _su hermana_ down south, but thanks
for givin' us somethin' t'check on before the match.  [He shakes his
head.]  Y'know, yer one t'talk 'bout bein' a sideshow lately, spendin'
one heck'f a showy buildup just t'get your debut on the big screen
while we've been in the ring -- [He smirks, though with only a little
humor.] -- makin' people famous.

[All traces of humor disappear as both seem done with the
conversation.]

Stalker : Y'know what?  It's gonna be your call if y'wanna be in the
way of our take at th'Prophets, and at the moment, I'm not sure I
ain't pleased at the prospect.

OmniFly (casually) : South.  That's good to know.

[The two share a hard, even stare for another long, quiet moment.
Finally, Styles sighs.]

Stalker : So that'll be it then.  See y'tonight.

OmniFly : Tonight.

[Stalker nods, turns, and begins a quick walk to make up the distance
to his teammates.  The camera pans back to OmniFly -- or rather, where
he just was, then fades back.]

CL: OmniFly teams with the deadly Prophets of Rage to take on Urban
Legend.  A lot of history between those six men right there.

PW: It doesn't matter anybody who steps in the ring with the Prophets
are as good as dead.

[We cut into the ring where Herk Douglas is ready to announce the next
match.]

HD: Introducing first 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 is....


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: Even though The Prophets fell a little short of starting as the
number two team in the gauntlet  and winning the PVW titles...  They
looked the most impressive in the event.  Experts are saying it's only
a matter time until they find themselves the PVW champions.  However
tonight they still have a little unfinished business with Urban
Legend.

PW: Time to put a nail in that coffin.

HD: Their partner..

[Out go the lights. Static can be heard, but not seen. The word "Omni"
appears on the screen. The static fades out and is replaced by somber
piano music and laughter that can only be described as maniacal. A
spotlight shines on the entryway, causing the huge crowd to turn
towards the entryway.]

[Boos erupt as the one named Jonas appears from the backstage area
wearing a tuxedo. He has a card in his right hand and slides
underneath the bottom rope. The referee stands between Jonas and
Abdullah, the latter no doubt upset after having Jonas rearrange his
fan's face.]

Jonas: Ladies and Gentlemen...It is my honor to stand here...to stand
in wait, in awe...of THE OMNIFLY!!!

[The spotlight goes out, leaving nothing but darkness. The laughter
returns as a new light appears at the entryway, straight down from the
ceiling. A figure begins to lower itself from the rafters. He is
wearing what appears to be best described as a hooded boxers robe.]

CL: The Former Will Geddings now known as OmniFly made quite a debut
at Rise From the Ashes.

PW: What would you expect from a former KGB agent.

[The word Omni slides up the screen and "KGB" appears below it. The
crowd erupts...some into cheers, most into boos, as the "Omni" pulses
and explodes...and the KGB takes form...leaving:]



F     L     Y

K     G     B
i     o     o
n     d     y
g




[The lights come on as "OMNIFLY" fills the screen. Standing on the
railway, wearing jeans and a white t-shirt is the only -true- AWMC
Triple Threat winner.]

Jonas: From Columbia, SC...standing 6'1" and weighing in at 210
lbs...he is...


THE OMNIFLY!!!!



[The OmniFly walks to the ring and slowly walks up the steel stairs.
He steps between the ropes and stands still as Jonas removes the boxer
robe. In the ring stands Will Geddings, the OmniFly.]

HD: Their opponents..  At a combined weight of seven hundred and
eighty five pounds....




Here is ...



Semi ...  Stalker ... And Outlaw ...


URBAN LEGEND !!!



[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
three figures step out.

[On the one side, Outlaw grins beneath his matted hair, the standard
shirt, camos and gloves providing wrestling gear, lifting his
trademark duffle bag.   On the right, the Stalker stares out among the
crowd, smiling slightly while adjusting a T-shirt bearing the Royal
Family' VIP logo.  Bringing up a tall rear, Semi grins, tabard-cut
shirt reading "BAC > GPA."  The trio make their way down to the ring,
pointing out signs in the crowd every so often.]



[][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][]

	Three on Three, 30 Minute Time Limit:
	OmniFly & Prophets of Rage
	v. Urban Legend (Outlaw, Semi, and Stalker)

[][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][]



<<<  DING DING   >>>


[As soon as the bell rings, OmniFly, Shadoe Rage, and Derek Rage rush
the ring and all 6 men begin to fight in a huge brawl to start things
off...]

PW: THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT!  This one's going to be a real
crap-kicker, and I am going to LOVE watching Outlaw getting the
[bleep] kicked out of him.

[They're all paired off now--OmniFly and Stalker, Semi and Shadoe, and
Outlaw and Derek, each in a corner of the ring, each standing toe-to-
toe in a slugfest.  OmniFly has Stalker cornered and is pounding away
with right fists, while Semi is doing the same to Shadoe.  Meanwhile,
Derek and Outlaw are leaning on the ropes, and Derek gets in a poke to
Outlaw's eye, giving him enough time to clothesline Outlaw over the
top rope to the floor.]

CL: OUTLAW SENT CRASHING OVER THE TOP!  And now it's a three-on-two
advantage for the OmiFly and Prophets of Rage!

PW: You know, OmiFly and Prophets of Rage might set a time record win
in a six man match tonight.

[Derek immediately goes over to Semi and nails him with a double axe
handle to the back of the head, and he and Shadoe throw the Semi into
the corner, laying into him with kicks and punches.  Meanwhile,
OmniFly is still pounding Stalker in the opposite corner.  Shadoe
yells to OmniFly, they stop the beatings and whip Stalker and Semi
toward each other...]

PW: Here we go!

CL: NO!  What a counter by Semi and Stalker!

PW: AARRGH!

[Sure enough, Semi ducks and Stalker leapfrogs over him to avoid the
collision. OmiFly and Prophets of Rage, not expecting that, is left
totally off-guard, and pays for it, as Semi nails OmniFly with a
clothesline, and Stalker takes down Derek with a one half of a double
clothesline.  However, Shadoe had enough presence of mind to duck the
blow intended for him...]

PW: GREAT MOVE BY SHADOE!  A true veteran and ring general!

CL: Shadoe avoided the clothesline meant for him and DROPS Stalker
with a clothesline of his own.  OmniFly, Stalker, and Derek Rage have
all rolled to the floor, and FINALLY we have one man from each team
left in the ring.

PW: Ah, and it was just getting good!

[Only Semi and Shadoe Rage survived the initial carnage, and they
immediately begin to stare each other down.  The other four men shake
out the cobwebs and jump to their respective positions on the outside,
while the Semi and Shadoe circle around inside the ring, looking for
an opening.  Finally, they charge toward each other and lock up.]

CL: Semi and Shadoe jockeying for position in the center of the ring,
and Semi gets the edge thanks to a quick poke to the eyes of Shadoe!

PW: Come on, referee, do your job!

[Shadoe immediately places his hand over the eye that Semi poked,
trying to regain his bearings.  Wasting no time, Semi nails Shadoe
with a kick to the ribs, driving the Shadoe Rage into the ropes.  Semi
grabs an arm and sends him for the ride, but ducks his head too early.
The veteran Shadoe pulls up short and nails Semi with an elbow to the
back of the neck.]

PW: ANOTHER GREAT MOVE BY SHADOE RAGE!

[Pizzazz Elysee applauds Shadoe as he takes the advantage from Semi.
Shadoe Rage quickly hits the ropes and drops an elbow onto Semi on the
rebound.]

CL: Quick cover by Shadoe!




ONE ...




TWO ...




PW: SLOW COUNT!  SLOW COUNT!

CL: Semi kicks out at two!

[Shadoe grabs Semi by the hair and drags him to the his corner, making
the tag to OmniFly.]

CL: Shadoe tags OmniFly in, and both OmniFly and Shadoe send Semi for
the ride with a double Irish whip.  Here comes Semi on the rebound...

[Shadoe and OmniFly grabs each other by the wrists and nearly
decapitate Semi with a double clothesline.]

PW: Ahhhhh!  How RAVISHING it is, baby!

[Shadoe stomps Semi a few times before the referee makes him leave the
ring.  Meanwhile, OmniFly immediately goes to work on Semi, laying the
boots to the chest of face of the Semi.  Having seen enough, Stalker
runs into the ring, but gets cut off by the referee. Seeing the
opportunity, Derek Rage comes into the ring while the referee
attention is taken with Stalker.]

PW: What a stupid move by Stalker.  All his complaining is allowing
the opposing team to hand Semi a beating.

[OmniFly holds Semi's arms behind him while Derek lays into Semi with
punches and kicks.  Finally, Stalker leaves the ring and seeing this,
Derek does the same.  OmniFly, meanwhile, spits at Stalker on the
outside, while he brings Semi to his feet.  Taking his time, OmniFly
hooks Semi for a suplex and attempts to lift him up, but is surprised
when Semi blocks it.  OmniFly gives it another try, but again Semi
grapevines OmniFly's outside leg to block the attempt, and reverses it
into a suplex of his own.]

CL: Semi reversed the suplex!  He just planted OmniFly into the mat!

PW: Well, I gotta give him credit, it was a good move.  But OmniFly
let him do it.  That's the only explanation.

[Both OmniFly and Semi are slow getting to their feet, OmniFly
managing to get up first.  However, Semi was close enough to his
corner to make the tag to Stalker before OmniFly can stop him.
Stalker comes in on fire, taking it right to OmniFly.  Shadoe and
Derek each come in, but the Stalker lays them out as well.  Shadoe and
Derek both clear out of the ring, while Stalker shoves OmniFly into a
corner and climbs the ropes.  Stalker takes his right hand and pounds
away at OmniFly's head while the crowd counts along.]

One ...


Two ...


Three ...


Four ...


Five ...


Six ...


Seven ...


Eight ...


Nine ...


Ten !!!


PW: CLOSED FIST!  The referee should DQ Stalker on the spot for that!

[After the tenth punch, Stalker hops down, leaving a wobbly OmniFly
hanging on in the corner.  Stalker grabs OmniFly by the arm and whips
him across the ring, causing OmniFly to ram chest-first into the
opposite turnbuckles. As OmniFly bounces out, Stalker grabs him and
executes a beautiful bridging German suplex.




ONE ...




TWO ...




PW: NO!  OmniFly kicks out, like I ever doubted that he would.

CL: Stalker really caught OmniFly off guard there, and just about
sealed the win for his team.

PW: Please, OmniFly knew EXACTLY what he was doing.

[Stalker gets back up on fire, while OmniFly backs into a corner and
holds up his hands to Stalker, as if he's asking for mercy.  Stalker
shakes his head at OmniFly's 'request' and moves in, but as he does
Pizzazz Elysee distracts the referee, keeping him from seeing...]

CL: OH MY STARS!  LOW BLOW BY OMNIFLY!  That was TOTALLY uncalled for!

PW: Shut it!  That was a perfectly executed plan by OmniFly and
Prophets of Rage.

[With the damage already done, Pizzazz Elysee hops off the apron,
while Stalker is doubled over in pain.  OmniFly takes the chance to
catch his breath, then kicks Stalker right in the jaw.  Bringing
Stalker to his feet, the OmniFly pulls Stalker over to his corner.
OmniFly tags in Derek, and then whips Stalker into the ropes.  On the
rebound, OmniFly nails Stalker with a high knee, causing Stalker to
double over.  Immediately, Derek grabs Stalker and lifts him into a
power bomb position.]

CL: Derek lifts him up...FACE ERASER!

PW: Turn out the lights, the party's over!

[As soon as Derek plants Stalker with the inverted power bomb, he
rolls him over and makes a cover.  The referee, meanwhile, is a little
slow getting into position to make the count.]




ONE ...




TWO ...




PW: HE GOT HIM!




THRE ---



CL: NO!  Stalker kicks out a split second before the referee's hand
hits the mat for a third time!

PW: NO!  This match should be over!  Fuhrman took his own sweet time
getting over there!  I'm filing a complaint against him.  Where's Rex?

[Derek, OmniFly, and Shadoe all go nuts and jump all over the referee
for taking too long getting over to count.  The referee does the best
he can to ignore their insults and continue calling the match. Stalker
makes it up to one knee before Derek returns to continue his
offensive.  Derek brings Stalker the rest of the way to his feet,
scooping Stalker over his shoulder.  Derek Rage signals with his free
hand to the crowd, who respond to him with a wave of boos.]

CL: Looks like Derek is signaling for a Tsunami Driver.

PW: He hits this and it's all over but the crying.

[However, Derek took a bit too long, and Stalker slides out of the
powerslam position to land behind Derek.  Before Derek can react,
Stalker grabs him in a reverse headlock and plants him HARD to the mat
with an inverted DDT.]

PW: AARRRRGH!

CL: WHAT A MOVE BY STALKER!  He slipped out of the Tsumani Driver and
countered with an inverted DDT!  And both men are down and out! Here
comes the referee to start the ten count!

PW: Are you sure he can count that high?


One ...


[Both men are motionless on the canvas, while their respective corners
try to cheer them on.]


Two ...


Three ...


Four ...


PW: DEREK RAGE IS STARTING TO MOVE!


Five ...


Six ...


CL: Derek Rage has made it to his feet, but he's still wobbling.  And
now Stalker is on his knees, pulling himself up by the ropes!


Seven ...


Eight ...


[Derek stumbles his way over to his corner, finally making the tag to
an anxious Shadoe Rage.  Stalker has now gotten to his feet, and is
reaching for the outstretched hand of Outlaw.  But Shadoe gets to
Stalker before Outlaw can, grabbing him by the legs and pulling him to
the center of the ring.]

PW: SMART MOVE BY SHADOE!

[Wasting no time, Shadoe Rage hangs on to Stalker' right leg, quickly
driving a knee right into it.  Stalker lets out a yell of pain,
prompting Shadoe to do it again.  Stalker grabs his knee in pain,
while Shadoe hangs onto the leg and tags out to OmniFly.  Shadoe keeps
the leg exposed while OmniFly comes off the ropes, and drives a knee
right into the injured knee of Stalker.]

CL: The team of OmniFly and Prophets of Rage seem to have found a
weakness and exposed it.

PW: No you have it all wrong ... They created that weakness, Chip.

CL: Whatever, but I bet we could agree on the fact that Stalker needs
to make the tag.

PW: Sorry, Chip, I can't agree with you.  Makes me look bad.

[While Preston and Chip continue their witty banter, OmniFly drags
Stalker over to the ropes and places his right leg across the middle
rope.  OmniFly straddles the leg and leaps into the air, landing with
all his weight directly onto the injured knee of Stalker.  After
causing Stalker more pain, OmniFly kneels down beside his rival and
slaps him in the face a few times.]

PW: That's it, OmniFly!  Slap him like the dog he is!

[OmniFly shouts a few insults at Stalker, before making the tag to
Derek Rage, who runs in and starts kicking away at Stalker's knee.
Derek grabs a handful of hair and brings Stalker to his feet, pushing
him into a corner.  Derek Rage unloads with a pair of knife edge
chops...]

[CROWD]: OHHHHHHHHHH!

[After those, he sends Stalker across the ring, crashing hard into the
turnbuckle.  Derek charges in, but Stalker manages to get a boot up
and kick Rex dead in the mouth.  Derek stops in his tracks for a
moment, then unexplainably charges in again; and again gets a boot to
the mouth.  Stalker follows that up with a back elbow that floors his
opponent.  On the apron, Outlaw reaches out for the tag...]

CL: AND STALKER MAKES THE TAG TO OUTLAW!

[Outlaw leaps over the top rope and charges at Derek, pushing him into
the ropes and sending him for the ride.  Outlaw executes a perfect
spinning leg lariat that drops Derek on the rebound.  Suddenly,
OmniFly and Shadoe both rush the ring, only to be floored with hard
right hands from Outlaw.]

CL: OUTLAW IS A HOUSE AFIRE!

[But the numbers are too much for Outlaw, as eventually OmniFly nails
him from behind.  Immediately, Semi and Stalker charge into the ring,
and it all goes to pot...]

CL: OH MY STARS!  IT'S ALL BROKEN DOWN IN THERE!  WE'VE GOT A PIER SIX
BRAWL, AND THE REFERRE CAN ONLY WATCH!

PW: COME ON, OMNI AND PROPHETS!  TEACH THESE DISRESPECTFUL PUNKS A
LESSON!

[Stalker slowly gets to his feet, while the other five men go at it in
an all-out brawl.  Semi is getting doubled by Shadoe and Derek, while
Outlaw is pounding away on OmniFly in a corner.  After a stiff right
hand that stuns OmniFly, Outlaw lifts him up and places him on the top
rope.  Outlaw climbs up with him and locks on a front facelock...]

CL: OUTLAW HAS OMNIFLY IN POSITION FOR A TOP ROPE DDT! THIS COULD
SPELL THE END FOR YOUR TEAM, PRESTON!

[As Outlaw prepares to pull OmniFly off the top, Shadoe Rage sees this
and breaks away from Semi.  Before Outlaw can execute the move, Shadoe
nails him from behind and pulls him back to the mat.  Spinning Outlaw
around, Shadoe kicks him in the gut and follows it up with a DDT of
his own.]

PW: BEAUTIFUL!  JUST BEAUTIFUL!

[OmniFly, who has now regained his bearings, leaps off the top rope
and drives an elbow right into the sternum of Outlaw.  OmniFly signals
that it's over, and makes the cover on Outlaw.  The referee comes over
to make the count...]




ONE ...




TWO ...




THREE! !!!




[Huge Pop!]




CL: STALKER MAKES THE SAVE IN THE NICK OF TIME!

[Sure enough, Stalker managed to get up and drop an elbow on the back
of OmniFly's head as he made the cover.  As Stalker gets back to his
feet, Shadoe comes over and takes a swing, but Stalker blocks it and
clobbers Shadoe with a punch of his own.  Beside him, Outlaw has taken
control over OmniFly again, locking on a front facelock.  As Stalker
turns around to help Outlaw, however, Shadoe clips Stalker from
behind, causing him to fall right into OmniFly and sandwich Outlaw in
the corner.]

CL: OH NO!  The clip by Shadoe caused Stalker to smash his own partner
in the corner!

PW: HA HA!  Shadoe Rage is the smartest man I know!  Well, other than
me, of course.

[With Stalker back down on the mat, Shadoe begins to work over the
knee again. Meanwhile, Semi and Derek have left the ring and are
brawling on the floor. Semi comes in with a poke to Derek's eyes, then
sends him crashing head-first into the ringside steps.  Wasting no
time, Semi grabs a chair from ringside and smashes it over the back of
the Derek Rage.]

CL: Folks, this one has broken down completely.  We've got Semi and
Derek going at it right here in front of us, and a wild brawl inside
the ring.  This one has been all we'd bargained for and more!

[Outside the ring, Rex Derek is leaning up against the ring post, with
Semi charging at him.  However, Derek moves at the last second and
Semi's shoulder crashes into the steel post.  Semi falls to the
concrete clutching his shoulder, while Derek catches his breath.  Back
in the ring, OmniFly and Shadoe are taking it to Stalker and Outlaw.]

PW: YES!  Shadoe, Derek and OmniFly is in firm control of this match!

CL: It would appear that way, but I can't remember who the legal men
are at this point.

PW: You wouldn't, you moron.

CL: Do you remember?

PW: Yes, but I'm not going to tell you.

[In the ring, Shadoe drops Stalker with a vertical suplex.  OmniFly
sets Outlaw up for a piledriver, but is having a hard time getting
Outlaw up. Finally, Outlaw counters the move with a backdrop, sending
OmniFly crashing to the mat. Across the ring, Shadoe leaps from the
second rope at Stalker, but Stalker rolls out of the way causing Shdoe
to draw nothing but mat.  Outside the ring, Derek throws Semi shoulder
first into a guardrail.]

CL: Looks like the tide is turning inside the ring!

[Outlaw goes straight after OmniFly, nailing him with a forearm to the
temple as OmniFly stands up.  Across the ring, Stalker catches Shadoe
with a European uppercut as he stands, driving him into the ropes.
Stalker sends Shadoe for the ride, and plants him with a hard
spinebuster on the rebound.]

CL: BIG SPINEBUSTER BY STALKER!  HERE'S A COVER!

PW: HEY!  SHADOE'S NOT THE LEGAL MAN!

CL: At this point, I don't think it matters.




ONE ...




TWO ...




THRE ---




PW: YESSSS!  DEREK RAGE MAKES THE SAVE!

[Sure enough, Derek came out of nowhere to pull Stalker off of Shadoe,
and immediately begins stomping on Stalker's knee.  Meanwhile, Outlaw
is staying on top of OmniFly, nailing him with a springboard back
elbow. Semi is still laid out on the outside, and is just now getting
to his feet.]

CL: MY WORD, I CAN'T BELIEVE THE REFERRE HAS ALLOWED THIS TO GO ON!

PW: WHAT CHOICE DOES HE HAVE?

[Shadoe and Derek throw Stalker into a corner and pound on him for a
moment, then send him across the ring to the opposite corner.
However, as Stalker bounces out, he absolutely NAILS both Derek and
Shadoe with a double clothesline, sending them both crashing to the
mat.  As soon as he takes them down, Stalker falls to the mat himself,
holding his knee in pain.]

PW: Look at that!  Stalker's knee isn't going to make it!

[Semi has finally climbed back into the ring, evening up the odds.  He
goes over to Outlaw, and they send OmniFly for the ride.  Outlaw
catches OmniFly on the rebound and lifts him up, then drops him down
as Semi moves in behind him....]

[CROWD]: OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH!

CL: OH MY STARS!  WHAT A MOVE!  OUTLAW JUST PUSHED OMNIFLY RIGHT INTO
THE JACKHAMMER!

PW: NO!  ILLEGAL DOUBLE TEAM!  COME ON, REF!

[Semi just plants OmniFly with the Jackhammer with the assist from
Outlaw. Wasting no time, Semi makes the cover, as Shadoe and Derek
both get back on their feet...]




ONE ...




TWO ...




PW: HELP HIM OUT, GUYS!




THRE ---




CL: I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!  SHADOE MAKES THE SAVE!

[Shadoe made it over just in time to kick Semi in the head and break
up the pin.  As Shadoe goes after Outlaw, Semi gets back up quickly
and drops Derek Rage with a jawbreaker.  He then grabs Shadoe from
behind and delivers a neckbreaker, stopping him dead in his tracks.
But instead of capitalizing, Semi and Outlaw with a high five.]

CL: Nice team work by Urban Legend tonight.

PW: OUTLAW DIDN'T DO HIS JOB!  COME ON!

[Suddenly a schoolboy roll-up courtesy of Shadoe.]




ONE ...




TWO ...




THR ---




[Outlaw dropkicks Shadoe in the back of the head to break the pin up.
But OmniFly is waiting, and as Outlaw stand up, OmniFly hits the Eagle
Claw out of nowhere, leaving Outlaw down and out.  But as OmniFly
stands up, Stalker levels HIM with a running clothesline.]

CL: THIS IS UNBELIEVABLE!  YOU CAN CUT THE HATRED IN THAT RING WITH A
KNIFE!

PW: AND THINGS AREN'T TOO COZY BETWEEN OUTLAW, SEMI, AND STALKER,
EITHER!

[Semi and Shadoe are both back on their feet, with Shadoe beating Semi
to the punch, literally, as he lands a right hook to Semi's jaw.
Stalker limps over to assist Semi, but Shadoe sees him coming and
dropkicks the Stalker right in the knee.  Stalker's knee buckles
underneath him, bringing a smile to Shadoe's face.  But as he turns
around, he's met with an Semi clothesline that sends him over the top
rope to the floor.]

PW: DQ!  DQ!  HE THREW SHADOE OVER THE TOP ROPE!

CL: Please, Preston.  I think the rules have pretty much been thrown
out the window and, besides, this isn't the 1970's.

PW: Oh, well... good!  Where's my golf club?  I need to, uh...let
Shadoe Rage sign it.

CL: Sure thing, Preston.

[Semi climbs to the top rope, waiting for Shadoe to get to his feet.
As the Shadoe stands up, Semi leaps off with a cross body that's right
on the money, driving Shadoe into the guardrail and sending them both
crashing to the concrete.  In the ring, Outlaw is back up, but is
greeted with a kick to the ribs by OmniFly.  Stalker is struggling to
his feet, while Derek Rage rushes him and nails him with a spinning
heel kick.  OmniFly quickly plants Outlaw with a power bomb and makes
the cover.]

PW: THIS IS IT!




ONE ...




TWO ...




THREE !!!




PW: YESSSS!

[As OmniFly stands to celebrate, the referee suddenly begins waving
his arms...]

CL: WAIT A MINUTE!  THE REF IS WAVING IT OFF!

PW: WHAT?  HE CAN'T DO THAT!

CL: He's saying Outlaw's foot was on the ropes, which it was. This
match will continue!

PW: WHAT A BUNCH OF CRAP!  I REFUSE TO LISTEN TO ANY MORE OF IT!

[OmniFly is irate at the reversal, and is right in the face of the
official.  Outside the ring, Semi has Shadoe set up for a piledriver,
but Pizzazz Elysee jumps on his back and slaps him for all she's
worth. However, it has little effect on Semi, who drops Shadoe and
grabs Pizzazz Elysee by the arm.]

PW: I CAN'T BELIEVE WHAT I'M SEEING!  SEMI WOULDN'T HIT A LADY LIKE
PIZZAZZ ELYSEE!

CL: Don't you mean a....

PW: WATCH YOUR MOUTH, CHIP!

[Semi grabs Pizzazz Elysee by the cheeks and places a huge KISS right
across the lips of Pizzazz, when Shadoe nails Semi from behind with a
chair, saving his valet from Semi germs.  Semi crumples to the ground,
while a rather irate Shadoe smashes the chair over Semi's head for
good measure.  Back in the ring, OmniFly is again pounding on Outlaw,
while Derek lifts Stalker up and plants him with the a Canadian
backbreaker into a reverse side slam.  Derek then stands right on
Stalker's throat, using the ropes for leverage to increase the
pressure.]

PW: YESSSS!  IT'S ALL OMNI AND PROPHETS FROM HERE ON OUT!

[Meanwhile, OmniFly has lifted Outlaw up into position for the a
tombstone piledriver but out of nowhere, Outlaw shifts his weight and
reverses the hold, planting OmniFly with his own move! With OmniFly
out of it, Outlaw turns his attention to Derek Rage, who is about to
wrap up the bad knee of Stalker in a figure-four.  Before Derek Rage
can, however, Outlaw blindsides him with a superkick, dropping him
like a ton of bricks.]

CL: OUTLAW IS ON FIRE!  HE'S TAKING OUT THE TEAM OF OMNI AND THE RAGE
BROTHERS BY HIMSELF!

PW: NO!  THIS ISN'T HAPPENING!

[Wasting no time, Outlaw lifts Derek up and begins to run up the ropes
and hits a Tornado DDT...]

CL: HERE'S A COVER!




ONE ...




PW: WAIT!  OMNIFLY'S BACK UP!




TWO ...




PW: HERE COMES OMNIFLY FOR THE SAVE!




[OmniFly has almost made it to Outlaw, when Stalker comes out of
nowhere and takes his rival down with a HARD spear...]




PW: NOOOO!




THREE ???




PW: OmniFly just kicked Outlaw in the back of the head.

[Pizzazz is on the ring apron and the referee is trying to get her
down. Shadoe Rage slides a chair under the ropes. Derek Rage picks up
Outlaw and holds him for OmniFly who now has a steel chair in hand.
OmniFly takes a swing and Outlaw...]




"___SMMMAAAACCKKKK___"




CL: DUCKS. OMNIFLY JUST LEVELED HIS PARTNER DEREK RAGE...

PW: Or was it on purpose?  OmniFly and Shadoe Rage have their history.

[Outlaw turns and does leaping side kick into the chair bashing back
into OmniFly's face which sends him all the way to the outside.
OmniFly on his heels begins to flee back up the isle way. The ref now
distracted from that on the outside as Semi rolls in back in to the
ring and Shadoe Rage is checking on his brother. Semi taps Shadoe on
the shoulder and then when he turns around kicks Shadoe in the gut and
goes for a powerbomb lift and holds it into a Stalker flying inverted
DDT. Semi with the cover on Shadoe Rage....]

PW: What the heck is going on here!?!

CL: Stalker from out of nowhere as OmniFly has reached the top of the
aisle way and makes he way through the curtain...

[The referee turns and drops down for the cover...]




ONE ...




TWO ...




PW: This is an outrage!!




THREE ???




[Huge Pop!]




CL: Shadoe Rage kicked out ....




[Referee Jay O'Riley leaps up raising Outlaw and Semi's hand!!!

HD: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN.....THE WINNERS OF THE MATCH .... STALKER,
SEMI AND OUTLAW ... THE TEAM OF URBAND LEGENDS...




[Urban Legend Pop!]




CL: Derek Rage can't believe it and he just crashes Outlaw into the
back with a massive forearm and sends him crumbling to the mat!

PW: Stalker runs and leaps and begins swinging for the fences at the
big guy.  Semi there and Urban Legend starts to work over big Derek
Rage.



KICK THEIR ASS!  KICK THEIR ASS!  KICK THEIR ASS!


KICK THEIR ASS!  KICK THEIR ASS!  KICK THEIR ASS!


KICK THEIR ASS!  KICK THEIR ASS!  KICK THEIR ASS!


KICK THEIR ASS!  KICK THEIR ASS!  KICK THEIR ASS!



PW: These fans are starting to get their language from Outlaw.  What
a shame.

CL: SHADOE RAGE HAS SEMI FROM BEHIND ....




"___BBBAAAAAMMMM___"




[He drops Semi with a picture perfect Inverted DDT.  Stalker is up,
but is his knee is chopped from the side from Pizzazz.]

CL: Prophets are fighting back!!!

PW: I told you they don't let things like this go answered.




[HUGE POP!!!]




CL: OUTLAW HAS THAT DENTED CHAIR AND HE IS SWINGING IT WILDLY!!!!

[Shadoe Rage drops to the mat and quickly rolls out... Pizzazz and
Derek Rage leap through the ropes. Derek Rage looks to be going back
into the ring, but Shadoe and Pizzazz grab a hold of his shoulders.]

CL: This is FAR from over.  There is a blood feud growing here between
these two teams.

PW: Right now they are a little out numbered, but that has never
stopped The Prophets of Rage before!

[The Prophets begin to back up the aisle way while Urban Legend dares
them to enter the ring.  Shadoe Rage screams out "THIS ISN'T OVER" and
Outlaw returns it with a, [Bleep] You!]

PW: Outlaw is as classy as ever.

CL: He doesn't hide what he thinks that is for sure.  Urban Legend
picks up a huge win as OmniFly planted the chair into one of the Rage
brothers.

PW: It was an accident.

CL: I would usually agree, but with OmniFly's unatural nature and his
past issues with Shadoe Rage.  There leaves some doubt.

PW: It's nothing they can't take care of.

CL: We have seen debuts tonight... We have seen battles... There is
STILL TWO matches left!

PW: Time for these contenders to put that bid in.

CL: It's been dubbed the Chase for the gold and rather fitting.  We
saw earlier tonight a handful of guys toss their hat into the race to
become the number one contender.  One of those was the youngster who
just fell short at Rise From the Ashes in Caleb Foley.

PW: He had his chance... Time to step aside.

CL: Tonight he could take a Major step forward if he can do what
nobody else has done thus far and thats pin Major Damage.

PW: It's going to take A LOT of luck.

HD: Introducing first from Dublin, Ireland...

[HUGE BABY FACE POP!!!]

CL: They love Caleb Foley in Phoenix!

PW: Who doesn't love a Leprechaun.

HD: Standing at six foot ten and weighing in at two hundred and ten
pounds ...




Here is ...




'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" 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 Caleb Foley sitting in the crowd. Foley
stands up and starts bouncing to the beat of the music. 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 his
match...]

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 just smirks as he begins to walk through the crowd that has
surrounded him. Foley is slapping high fives with the fans as other
fans are patting him on the back. Foley has now made it to the ring
barricade. Foley is not taking his eyes off the ring...]

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
backflips off the middle turnbuckle and then begins to stretch...]

[CROWD POPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

CL: Foley looks highly motivated and ready to start climbing the
ladder again for a rematch.

PW: Get to the back of the line kid.  Although the look on your
daddy's face was priceless.  Maybe he will love long enough to watch
your dreams get squashed again.

CL: And you wonder why people dislike you.

HD: His opponent....

[BOOOOOOOO!]

HD: Standing at six foot nine and weighs in at three hundred and
twenty pounds... From the The Killing Fields ....




Here is ...




MAJOR DAMAGE !!!




[Out from the backstage area bursts a huge man dressed from head to
toe in camouflage and wearing a gas mask.  He waves what looks to be a
burning flag unfamiliar to the American audience.  Most of them still
shout him down violently, not realizing that it's a new flag with 3
bars, red, white and green.]

#On your feet, who’s with me?#
#On your feet, let’s go!#

[Walking to the ring, he raises the flag high, illuminating himself
and many of the fans around him.  More heel heat strikes at him as he
marches in military rhythm to his theme music.]

#Every time I see inside you I see myself within you.#
#Let’s go!#

[Major Damage walks a lap around the ring, making sure that all the
fans in the arena get a chance to see the flag.  Caleb Foley fixates
upon the flame, his face twisting up in rage.]

#(Whoah, yeaheah) This is for the soldiers!#
#(Whoah, yeaheah) This is for the soldiers!#
#(Whoah, yeaheah) This is for the soldiers!#
#One for all, WE'RE COMING!!!#

[Stopping before the ring and facing back towards the entrance portal,
Damage waves the flag while locking his lenses with his opponent's
eyes.  The music dies, but Damage remains where he stands, waving the
flag.]

CL: Damage not smashing out the flag as he usually ... wait.

PW: That's not the same flag he's usually got.

CL: That's right, Preston.  Usually Damage waves a burning American
flag--

PW: Protected under his civil rights, and done for patriotic purposes
only!

CL: Nobody's questioning that, but that ... that's an Irish flag!

[Finally having had enough, Foley bounces off the opposite ropes, and
charges Damage.  This is the moment that the Major chooses to bash out
the flames, plunging the Armory into darkness.]

*WHOOMP!*

[And the crowd, needless to say, goes wild.  The lights spring up, and
Foley's already bleeding from his forehead, and looks dazed as Damage
has him from behind, choking him with the flag pole.  HEEL POP!]

PW: Holy crap, what a ploy!  Genius!

CL: Damage got Foley's goat, and now he's got his throat!  Disqualify
the man!

PW: I'm sure he would if he could, but he can't start the match until
they're both in the ring!

[Dragging Foley over to the corner of the ring, Damage gets him to
where he's facing the corner post.  Referee Max Kelly is instantly on
the outside, doing his best to stop the military man beast.]




"___WHUUUNNNKKK___"




[But ... he fails.]

CL: Damage, not letting go of the pole, just throws himself and Foley
forward, makes Foley eat the steel!  Foley was already bleeding,
falling to the floor, in the dark during what must have been a suicide
dive, and now this?

PW: Ever seen a four second match, Chip?  Once the bell rings, I think
you will.

CL: Referee Max Kelly scolding Damage, who ignores him.  Damage pulls
the limp Foley up again, and just presses him!

PW: Now that's power!

CL: Foley just a cruiserweight--BUT THAT WAS IMPRESSIVE!




"___CRRAAASSSHHHH___"




PW: WOW!  Tosses him over the top rope and into the ring from the
floor!  Not many guys that can do that.

MK: That is over the line, Damage!  Now get in that ring or I'll throw
this match out!

CL: Damage pitched him and he rolled almost to the middle of the ring,
but now Max Kelly has his attention!

[Turning towards the referee who's just trying to assert some control
over the situation, Damage advances in a threatening manner.  In lower
tones, Kelly seems to plead with Damage, and after a few seconds, the
big man rolls into the ring.]


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	One on One, 30 Minute Time Limit:
	Caleb Foley
	v. Major Damage

[][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][]



<<<  DING DING   >>>



CL: There's the bell, and the match is underway.  Damage with the
cover!




ONE ...




CL: This couldn't be over so quickly.

RF (Random fan): Come on, Foley!

[Red in the face from his frustration, Max Kelly makes the count, and
it isn't even slow.]




TWO ...




PW: It can, Chip, and I think it is!

[Several fans shriek, and many others shout “NO!”.]




THREE ...




[Heart skips a beat, then--]






MK: NO!  Two, only two!






[FACE POP TO BRING THE ROOF DOWN!]






CL: Foley kicks out!  After falling to the floor, after the choke out
with the flag, eating the pole, and the toss over the top and in,
Caleb Foley lives to fight on!

PW: Damage is getting in Max's face.  Max backs up to the corner, and
I would do.  Hell, I'd just leave!

CL: Max Kelly is made of sterner stuff, Preston.  Roll up by Foley!

[Face pop, but Damage actually springs from his shoulders almost
instantly, landing on his front and scrambling back to his feet.]

CL: Not even a one count!  Now Damage back on the attack...

[Damage grabs the smaller Foley with both hands around his neck and
begins to force him into the ropes. Max Kelly is quickly there
ordering that Damage release his vice like grip upon the neck of
Foley. Damage, one assumes glares at Max Kelly, as he takes a step
before driving a stiff uppercut into the jaw of Caleb Foley. Foley is
rocked against the ropes as Damage steps forward and grabs Foley’s
right arm and whips him to the far side ropes. Damage takes a few
steps forward and drills the rebounding Caleb Foley with a mafia kick
to the skull.]
!!! THHHHUUUUDDDD !!!

PW: IS YOUR HEAD SUPPOSED TO MAKE THAT SOUND WHEN IT GETS HIT LIKE
THAT!

CL: I'm pretty sure it’s not and Caleb Foley crashed to the mat like
he has just shot in the ring.

[As Damage approaches the fallen Foley a commotion begins in the
crowd.]

PW: Is that the Mercenary?

CL: Yes YES IT IS! The Mercenary is making his way to an empty seat in
the front row.

[Damage begins to pull Foley to his feet he sees The Mercenary
beginning to sit down. The Mercenary smiles he puts his dented
Halliburton briefcase under his chair and takes a sip of what one
assumes to be soda.]

PW: Does he have popcorn in his hand as well?

CL: Umm yes, yes he does. Apparently The Mercenary is a PVW fan.

[Damage begins to yell at Max Kelly about The Mercenary at ringside
and he says there’s nothing he can do about a paying customer. Foley
slowly gets to his feet and slips behind Damage …]

CL: ANOTHER ROLL UP!




ONE ...




[Major Damage once again quickly powers out of the roll up and stands
tall as he glares at Caleb Foley.]

PW: doesn't Foley know any moves besides a roll up.

CL: When you're up against a beast like Major Damage I think you'll
take a win anyway you can!

PW: Well at least he’s not crying yet.

[Damage and Foley lock up in the center of the ring and what appears
to be an ice cube hits Damage in the gas mask.]

PW: Was that an ice cube?

CL: It looked like it.

[Damage looks towards The Mercenary who is crewing on some popcorn.
Foley pushes Damage out of the lock up and fires a swift kick to the
gut of Damage. Damage doubles over for a brief moment and Foley drives
his elbow into the back of Major Damage.]

CL: And Foley with a second elbow to the back.

PW: Damage must think he is being attacked by a gnat!

[Caleb Foley raises his arms and the crowd cheers him as he jumps onto
the back of the big man and locks on a sleeper hold. Damage stands to
his 6’4” frame as Foley holds onto to the sleeper hold, trying to
bring the big man down.]

CL: Foley trying to wear the beast down early and honestly that is a
great move!

[Damage is able to glance over his shoulder and rush backwards
crashing Foley into the corner.]

PW: Unless he does that!

[A second and a third time the Major slams Foley into the corner until
Foley releases the hold.]

CL: The massive 320 pound frame of Damage slamming Foley into the
corner … the kid really had no choice but to release that hold.

PW: Foley was lucky that he did so well at Rise from the Ashes. He’s
in the business with the best and luck can only take you so far. As we
saw it couldn't take him to championship gold!

[Damage stands over Foley, who struggles to get to his feet.  The
crowd shouts the Major down, and he looks at them with his blank,
expressionless match, then turns back to Foley, squatting down and
gripping him by the waist.]

PW: Oh no, that can't be good.

CL: Damage heaving Foley up, pops the hips!




"___CRRAAASSHHH___"




CL: WHEELBARROW SUPLEX!  Positively brutal!  Foley tumbling all the
way across the ring, and tangled in the ropes.

[Damage follows the half-conscious Irishman, who pulls himself up on
the apron using the ropes.]

PW: Looks like another confirmed kill for the Major.  What's this
make?  Like fifty?

[Unable to get fully to his feet, Foley is nevertheless brought up by
Damage, who grips his hair with his heavy wire-handling gloves.  His
eyes flash open with the pain from the pulled hair, and--]

CL: CUTTER!  Cutting maneuver drops Damage's throat across the top
rope!  Damage recoils and seems to be gasping for breath.

[Dropping to the floor with the move, Foley has the presence of mind
to stay on the offensive against the big monster, grabbing Damage by
one ankle and dragging him down.  Face heat rains down anew.]

PW: What the hell?  He stops the monster, then instead of going for a
breather, or just running away, he drags him down?




"___CLLAANNNKKK___"




[Preston's words seem accurate as Damage shoves off with one foot
while holding the ropes, knocking Foley into the guardrail.]

CL: Foley reeling still, but he's on Damage!  Wobbly as he is, look at
him raining those fists on the masked head of the military monster!

[Abruptly, an enraged Damage grabs Foley by the face with one gloved
hand, and shoves him backwards into the rail again.  Before Foley can
react, he's kicked, then stomped into the pavement.]

PW: PIEFACE!  Oh, that's classic!

CL: Foley slumping against the guardrail, and it just doesn't look
like anything he does can really affect Damage!  How long can he
possibly hold out?

PW: I'm not sure but right now I'm not going to say too long as Damage
has just dragged Foley to his feet.

[Max Kelly screams to Damage to get the action in the ring or he will
start the count. Without warning another ice cube connects with the
gas mask of the Major. Damage spins around to see The Mercenary
smiling as he takes a sip of his soda. Major Damage nods and pulls
Foley over to the ring steps.]

CL: Oh this can't bold well for the young Irish man!

[Major Damage climbs to the top of the ring steps and pulls Foley’s up
with him. He places Foley’s head between his legs and pulls Foley into
the air in a piledriver position. He holds Foley there for a moment
allowing the blood to rush to his head and then drives the young
rookie head first onto the ring steps!]




"___CRRRAAASSSSHHH___"




CL: OH MY GOD!

PW ...

[Foley crumbles like a heap to the floor as the Major glares over at
the Mercenary who just takes another handful of popcorn.]

CL: I don't care who you are or how much of a fighter you are that
will kill someone!

[Max Kelly rushes to the outside where he gets in the face of Major
Damage and orders him into the ring while he checks on Caleb Foley.
Max Looks down at the figure of Foley, blood beginning to pour forth
from his head, and looks to the back with a look of fear in his eyes.
He begins to motion for medical personal to come to the ringside
area.]

CL: This is just too much to watch. This young 19 year old man has
been through hell the last month!

[The crowd roars as Foley reaches up and slowly begins to pull himself
to his knees with the assistance of the ring steps. He uses his free
hand to wipe the blood from his eyes and pushes Max Kelly aside as he
crawls slowly onto the steps.]

PW: Foley balls or not this is stupid!

[Major Damage glares at the figure of Caleb Foley slowly crawling up
the ring steps towards the ring apron. Max Kelly slides into the ring
and is trying to keep Major Damage away from Foley to let him enter
the ring. Foley finally struggles under the bottom rope and begins to
pull himself to his feet with the ropes.]



FOLEY - FOLEY – FOLEY


FOLEY – FOLEY –FOLEY


FOLEY - FOLEY – FOLEY



PW: This is a complete and utter disregard for your body! I mean who
else would be this dumb?

CL: I think Brian Young used to be this dumb.

PW: Well that I can believe. He’s a few cards short of a full deck.

[Damage rushes forwards and drives a back elbow into the bloodied head
of Foley. Foley’s head snaps back like a bobble head would. Damage
pushes the head of Foley back and fires off a series of knife edge
chops causing Foley’s chest to turn a bright red.]

PW: Foley’s chest is now the same color as his face.

CL: And Damage is just continuing to show this young kid no respect as
he wipes the blood from Foley’s face onto his chest!

PW: He’s just helping Foley see!




"___SLLLAAAAAAAPPPPP___"




PW: And another chops lights up Foley’s chest. And damage follows up
with an uppercut. Foley is just a punching bag out there!

[Foley staggers forward a few steps and lands face first on the mat.]

PW: I would almost assume Foley was drunk out there! Wait he is PUNCH
DRUNK!

CL: Now is a good time to mention Foley is only 19 therefore he is not
drunk and has not been drinking.

PW: After school special are we?

[Damage grabs Foley and pulls him to his feet full armdrag and twist,
goose necking the left wrist behind the neck, and executed with a
pulling motion on the neck, slamming Damage's right mitt into the left
portion of the chest, over the heart.]

PW: Thunderous Heart Punch! And Foley once again collapses! And I'm
not sure if that is from the heart punch or the loss of blood!

CL: Foley has been at a disadvantage from the onset of this match but
he just refuses to die!

PW: Well he just might die tonight in that very ring!

CL: And Major Damage just once again pulls the fighting Irishman to
his feet and throws him like a ragdoll into the corner!

[Damage puts Foley on the top rope, then climbs it himself.]

CL: Uh-oh, we've seen this before.  Damage looks to be going for a
top-rope spinebuster!

PW: Game over, baby.  You've had a good run, Irish, but it's time to
go back to the emerald green!

[Heaving up powerfully, Damage spins with the move, leaping out from
the top.  However, they land somewhat funny, and Foley keeps his head
up while pulling Damage's head down.  FACE POP!]




"___CRRRAAASSSSHHHH___"





CL: DDT!  DDT counter out of the top rope spinebuster!  Damage is
dazed, but he's getting up!

PW: I can't believe this!  He's giving up over a hundred pounds, but
he keeps coming back at Damage.  How does he do it!?

CL: Damage wobbles, but bounces back off the ropes--SPINEBUSTER!
Foley steps into the clothesline and just nails a sit-out spinebuster!

PW: UNREAL!  He's rolling!  He's on a roll against Major *BLEEPING*
Damage!

CL: He calls that the Delivery from Dublin, and look!  He's climbing
the ropes!

PW: Damage is trying to sit up!

[His upper body coming upright, Damage seems for a moment to have
avoided contact completely as Foley leaps, but falls backwards again
just as Foley lands a 450 splash, crushing him.  FACE POP!]

CL: HE HIT IT!  “Irish Eyes are Smiling”, and the Armory is bright and
gay!

PW: Gay?  Haha, what?

CL: Cover!





CL/MK/Crowd: ONE ...




[Damage weakly kicks one foot up, then down again.]




CL/MK/Crowd: TWO ...




[Putting his palms against Foley's chest and abdomen, Damage's head
lolls to one side.]




CL/Crowd: THREE!!!




[And Foley flies up through the air, becoming tangled in the ring
ropes.  MIXED POP!]

PW: Damage is alive, and apparently we're all gay!

CL: It's the lyrics to the song, “When Irish Eyes are Smiling”, you
twit!  Foley can't believe it isn't over!  He thought he had the match
won, and the man has never stopped bleeding!  Damage is getting up!
Good God, what can he possibly do now to stay in the game!?

[Foley quickly rushes off of the near side ropes and connects with a
dropkick to the knee of Major Damage, knocking big man to his knees
once again. He hooks the head of Damage and drives the monster’s head
to the mat with a DDT.]

PW: Foley’s second DDT! But it doesn't seem to have as much impact as
Damage is getting up faster this time!

[Foley rushes forward for a lariat attempt but Damage raises his boot;
connecting hard to the jaw of Foley.  As quickly as Foley hits the mat
Damage pulls him up and tucks his head under the Foley’s near arm, and
reaches across the his chest and around their neck with his near arm.
Then he simultaneously lifts the opponent up, turning 180 degrees as
falls backwards, bringing the opponent over him and slamming them down
to the mat back first.]

CL: Foley crushed with that Throatslam Suplex!

PW: Damage once again in control despite the effort from the little
Irish lass …

CL: You mean lad ...

PW: No I meant lass ...

[Another ice cube is tossed into the ring this one barely misses the
Major who glares at Mercenary, who just waves at him. Damage pulls
Foley up and locks both of his gloved hands around the neck of Foley.
As he does so another ice cube hits him in the mask. Damage tosses
Foley to the mat and slides out of the ring looking at The Mercenary.
Mercenary stands up and tosses his soda at Major Damage.]

PW: Orange soda is everywhere!

CL: And Damage grabs for the head of Mercenary!

[As Damage begins to reach over the guardrail security rushes forward
and pulls him away. Max Kelly begins to scream for Damage to enter the
ring. The Mercenary just smiles as security attempts to order him out
of the building. Slowly the Mercenary reaches under his chair and
grabs a hold of his Halliburton briefcase.]

PW: The Mercenary might have just been saved by the PVW!

CL: If those two beasts get their hands on one another it will be a
war!

PW: It’s not if Chip it’s when!

[Damage enters the ring once again as a bloodied Caleb Foley slowly
pulls his way to his feet once again. The Mercenary begins to threaten
the security guards with the briefcase and doesn't move an inch as he
just stares a hole through Major Damage.]

CL: Look at Foley once again pulling himself to his feet.

PW: He should play dead cause the mood that Damage is in right now
he’s going to finish the killing spree he has already started.

[Caleb Foley collapses to the mat once again as Major Damage stalks
over to him and pulls him to his feet forcibly.]

PW: Well apparently he can't stand on his own accord. And the ever
nice Major Damage is helping to him his feet.

CL: Referee Max Kelly trying to get a good look at Caleb but Damage
shoves Max into the corner.

[Foley grabs Damage by the arm and with the last bit of his strength
whips Damage hard into the corner crushing Max Kelly between the
corner and Major Damage. Foley falls to his knees as Damage staggers
back towards the center ring and Max Kelly hits the mat hard and rolls
to the floor!]

CL: MAX KELLY IS DOWN!

PW: AND FOLEY IS SOON TO BE DEAD!

[Major Damage turns around slides to the outside where he once again
grabs the Irish flag.]

CL: Damage has that flag pole in his hands once again!

PW: Time for the Irish to say goodbye! As Foley’s chase for the gold
ends right here!

[Damage slides into the ring and drives the flag pole hard into the
ribs of Foley. Foley visibly begins to gasp for air Major Damage waves
the flag for a brief second before sending it crashing down upon the
back of Foley.]




"___TWWWWWWAAAACKKKKK___"




CL: And another shot to the rookie’s ribs with that flag pole. Damage
is looking to remove the youngster from the PVW battlefield!

PW: And I truly think that he is just moments away from accomplishing
that feat!

[As Major Damage slams the flag pole into the ribs of Caleb Foley for
a third time, The Mercenary tosses a member of the security staff out
of his way and leaps over the guardrail. Without a moments hesitation
he dives under the bottom rope behind Major Damage.]

PW: DAMAGE TURN AROUND!




"___TWWWWHHHHAAAACCCCKKKKK___"




CL: TOO LATE! HALLIBUTRON TO THE SKULL OF MAJOR DAMAGE!

PW: Major Damage looks un-phased as he turns around.

[A brief moment passes before the two behemoths begin trading rights
and lefts in the center of the ring!]

PW: WORLD WAR 3!

CL: The Mercenary and Major Damage are firing right after right onto
one another and neither one seems to be feeling the effects.

[Suddenly Major Damage catches The Mercenary with a kick to the mid
section that doubles him over. Damage grabs the hunching form of The
Mercenary and tosses him through the ropes to the floor. No hesitation
as Damage follows him and begins to rain haymakers to The Mercenary’s
skull. Mercenary covers up blocking a few of the blows before he is
able to drive a knee into the mid section of Damage. He quickly grabs
Damage’s arm and whips him hard into the guardrail. The Mercenary
charges forward catching Damage with a clothesline that spills the two
men up and over the guard rail into the crowd.]

CL: Security needs to separate these beasts before someone in the
crowd gets hurt!

PW: Did Damage forget about Foley! I mean come on the ice cubes and
soda might have been an annoyance but not a reason to not hurt Foley
some more.

CL: Always the humanitarian.

[Foley has finally pulled himself to his feet and just stares at the
brawling monsters before checking on Max Kelly who is finally to his
feet as well.]




ONE ...


PW: WHAT! Max Kelly beginning the count on Major Damage!


TWO ...


CL:  That’s his job Preston. Are you telling me in golf an official
wouldn't say when the ball has gone out of bounds?


THREE ...


PW: ...


FOUR ...


CL: That’s what I thought!

PW: But this is important! A win tonight will give one of these men an
advantage in the Chase for the gold! Do you really want to see Foley
with another shot at the title!


SIX ...


CL: Yes. The youngster deserves it!

[Major Damage and The Mercenary are still throwing rights and lefts
through the crowd. A member of the security staff hits the floor after
a stiff elbow from Major Damage.]

CL: They are even attacking the staff!


SEVEN ...


PW: Damage was going for the Mercenary so I'm sure he'll just chalk it
up to collateral damage!


EIGHT ...


CL: Either way a fine might be heading his way!


NINE ...


TEN ...


PW: NO! Major Damage has been counted out!

CL: And I'm not even sure he realizes it as the two men have brawled
all the way back towards the backstage area!

[The fans give a mixed pop.  Foley appears to be shaking his head
"no".]

CL: The youngster didn't want to win in this way.  However Max Kelly
is raising his hand.

[Pop!]

PW: Tainted victory if you can even call it that.

CL: Who has hired The Mercenary?  He might be the only one in the
world who can stand toe to toe with the full force of Major Damage.

PW: He has balls the size of Texas I will admit that.

[Foley wipes the blood from his eyes and rolls out of the ring and
begins slapping the palms of the fans hands.]

PW: Why would the fans want to touch Foley's bloody palms?

CL: I have word that security has gained control in the back and
stopped the massive chaos going on in the back.  Major Damage isn't
going to let this go unpunished.  He has put every man he has come
across with into a hospital.  Will The Mercenary be his next victim?

[Cut to the back stage area.  The familiar form of The Spectre stalks
in front of the camera.  The ghoulish figure strides, steel chair
tucked under his left arm, back through the locker room area.  After a
moment, he pauses...cocking his head to the side slightly, almost
quizzically, as slight smile spreading across his pale features.

Moving more quickly now, he rounds a corner, walks more, makes another
turn, and then slows...almost stalking as he approaches curtain
separating the ring entrance and backstage.  "Fighting Irish" Caleb
Foley's music drifts through from the floor area and the young
grappler is just off of his grueling match with Major Damage, smiling
as he pushes through the curtain.




"___WHHAAAAMMM___"




"___WHHAAAAMMM___"




"___WHHAAAAMMM___"




"___WHHAAAAMMM___"




"___WHHAAAAMMM___"




"___WHHAAAAMMM___"




Without so much as a word, The Spectre pastes him on top of the head,
dropping him to the floor, then follows with five more rapid shots
from the chair, laying out the young Irishman and coating his face in
a crimson mask.  The Spectre gets down on his hands and knees, his
face inches from Foley's ear, the deranged goth whispers to the downed
fan favorite.]

"You're a lie, little Foley...and we think that you know it.  Your
bravado against our paper champion amounted to nothing.  You failed to
live up to the expectations of the mindless buffoons in the stands,
and you disappointed your dying father.  Your transgressions require
an answer, little Foley, and we have heeded the call."

[Standing, Spectre stares down the EMT and arena security who
desperately want to attend to Foley before he smiles and moves through
the entrance towards the ring...]

CL: GOOD GAWD...

PW: Poor Foley.  First he suffers inside the ring against Major Damage
then he walks into _THAT_.

HD: Ladies and Gentlemen it's time for our MAIN EVENT ...


[HUGE MAIN EVENT POP!]


HD: Introducing first from, New York City...  Standing at six foot
four and weighing in at two hundred and seventy five pounds ...




Here is ...




THE SPECTRE !!!




[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.  Climbing to the second rope, he
stares coldly at the announce team for a moment before stepping down
and moving to his corner to await the start of the match.]

CL: Spectre has been on a tear as he just buzzsawed through the
Phoenix native, Charles Lassiter.  However tonight is a different kind
of challenge.  One that even Spectre himself may not be ready for.

[Backstage, Rob Cole is preparing to come to the ring… hair soaked,
eyes focused, his knuckles taped for business.  He breathes in through
his nose, releasing the breath through clenched teeth as he shifts his
weight on the balls of his feet.  Dean Hayes approaches, but doesn’t
even seem to register in Coles' demeanor.]

DH: In a few moments, the two most violent men in Phoenix Valley
Wrestling are about to collide in what many are calling the most
insane confrontation to date!  Rob Cole, with all that’s been said
between you… what are your thoughts about going one on one with
Spectre?

RC: Are you afraid of the dark, Dean-o?

DH: Uhm... well...

RC: I'm afraid of the dark, Dean-o.  I'm afraid of the unknown, the
shadows, the things that go bump in the night, the things that creep
beneath my own bed... I am filled with FEAR!!!!  You see, that's the
part of me that keeps me human... that's the part of me that
recognizes what I truly am when I am at my worst.  Spectre thinks he's
going to teach me something I learned back when I was a kid... back
when I got beaten up for looking at folks the wrong way, back when I
got smacked around for giving lip when I needed to keep my yap shut,
back when I learned what kind of real monsters lurked in the dark.
Everyone here wants to talk a brave game... there are no such things
as monsters?  No such thing?

[Cole turns his gaze to the camera...]

RC: We know different, don't we?  But I wonder if your monsters are
the same as mine, Spectre. I know most of these kids... they're
thinking about ghouls and goblins and baby bats with fake fangs and
cobwebs and spooky music.  My monsters are Gein and Gacy and Bundy...
my fears is the next Reich, the next Sawney Bean, the next Columbine.
I am afraid of monsters, kiddo... afraid of the parts of ourselves,
the parts that drive us to atrocity, butchery, sadism, and horror.
I'm afraid of myself, Spectre... because I know how depraved I can be.
You've been dabbling in it, tasting it, enjoying it... but you don't
really understand it.  If you did, you wouldn't be talking about
relevence or baubles or any of that... you would be thinking about the
last stitch, the last cut, the first scar, the last victim.   And if
you understood what was dark inside yourself... really understood it,
comprehended it, and made it a part of yourself... if you understood
that it's not just a mind game or a temptation, then you would never
have done what you did at Rise From the Ashes.

[Cole turns to regard Dean, who's staring at him with an odd
expression... as if Cole were turning on some sort of light, making
an important impact with his words.  Cole takes the microphone
softly, and turns to regard the camera.]

RC: Every monster is a son, a daughter, a sister, a brother... some of
them become husbands, fathers, uncles, and more.  Every monster has a
choice... to be what they are, all of what they are, or to become
something simpler and more disgusting.  I am the monster beneath the
bed... I slay the monsters beneath my sons' bed, so he calls me his
hero.  I bring home the bread, the meat, the vegetables, and the
security so my wife calls me a provider.  My father calls me his
pride.  My mother calls me her joy.  My friends call me a good person,
my enemies call me a bad person, and the average wrestling fan calls
me a Legend.  You beg for the monster... you crave it, you need it,
you want it more than anything else in this world.  You deserve
better, Spectre... you deserve more than the monster.  Tonight, you
deserve everything that makes Rob Cole the man that he is... the
Father, hero, husband, provider, friend, enemy, and LEGEND!!!!!  Be
careful what you wish for, Spectre... because, tonight, I am the
monster beneath your bed.

[Cut back to Herk Douglas..]

HD: His opponent ...


[TEAR DOWN THE ROOF POP!]


CL: The fans know who is going to be announced next!

HD: From Hudson Valley , New York .... Standing at six foot three and
weighing in at two hundred and eighty six pounds ...




Here is ...




ROB COLE !!!




[“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 rolls under the bottom ropes.]

CL: The unsung hero.  The man who has fought and clawed his way
through champions everywhere.  He put his bid into the Chase for the
Gold tonight.  He came so close the first time in Blood Bowl.  If he
grabs another shot you have to believe he wont fail again.

PW: Chase Williams has beaten him once bring him on!


[][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][][]

	One on One, 30 Minute Time Limit:
	The Spectre
	v. Rob Cole

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<<<  DING DING   >>>



CL: You have to wonder if a ring will be able to contain these two.

PW: I have my doubts, I guess we'll see.

CL: I don't blame you Preston. If these two end up in downtown Pheonix
I won't be the least bit surprised.

[The two monsters of Phoenix Valley circle one another. Cole finally
moves in for a waistlock, slipping behind the Spectre and taking him
down to the mat amateur style. He slides into a side headlock,
twisting it sideways so that he is able to drive a knee into the rib
area of the Spectre!]

CL: The Monster under the bed just drove a knee into the tender rib
area of the Spectre and he's smiling.

PW: That's one sick puppy. He's enjoying the beating from Cole. Sick!

[The Outcast snatches a gutwrench as he yanks Spectre up and over with
a pop of his own hips!  The ghoul is sent to the mat hard, and Cole
immediately goes into a side-mount, driving his knee into the ribs
over and over again!]

CL: Rob Cole is bringing the Spectre back to school, keeping his
strategy grounded in the center of that ring!  The man from the
Shadows promised to elevate Cole to a brand new level of brutality…
but I don’t think this is what he meant!

PW: What the hell is going on?!?!!! Since when does Rob Cole
actually... WRESTLE?!?!!!

[Cole continues his assault and cinches his arms around the waist…
hauling Spectre up and over once more!!!!  The air is forced out, and
Cole immediately goes to those knees again!]

CL: The man is a multiple time world and regional champion… and he has
an extensive amateur career before entering this sport, but too many
people forget where Rob Cole has come from… this might just be his way
of delivering the message to Chase Williams!

PW: He’s going for a third gustbuster?!?!!

[Cole cinches the gutwrench and hauls Spectre up once more… he holds
him for a moment and then snaps him down over his knee with a NASTY
looking gutbuster!]

CL: Cole side-straddles and hooks one arm over his knee... there's a
modified kneeling abdominal stretch!

[Cole yanks him up by his dreadlocks and shoves him into the corner,
driving a series of shoulders into his ribs before shooting him to the
other side, follwing him in for and Avalanche!]

CL: Nobody Home!

[pop!]

PW: Spectre ducked out of the way at the last second and Cole eats
nothing but turnbuckle!

[And just as he makes impact the Spectre is right behind him crushing
him chest first into the turnbuckle then simultaneously cinching him
in a rear waist lock and throwing him over his head. Cole lands on his
head and shoulder in an ackward way and folds into a heap.]




"___TTTHHHUUUDDD!!!___"




PW: Cole landed on his skull after the modified overhead throw by the
dreadlocked madman. Just like that the Ghoul is in control!

CL: Rob Cole was on a roll but the Spectre turned things around with
_one_ move!

PW: The Spectre is indeed a beast and he is charging at Cole now!

[At the last second the crazy man lifts a knee and _drives_ it into
the side of Coles head, knocking him onto his back. In a flash Spectre
has Cole in a full mount and is drilling him in the forehead with
punches. The ref steps in to finally put an end to the assault but
Spectre just laughs and begins _gnawing_ on Cole's _face!_]

[Humungo disgusto pop!]

CL: The Spectre is a cannibal! He's tasted the flesh of the monster
under the bed!!

[To the pure joy of Spectre, a bloody Cole gets to his feet with a
grin a mile wide, and waves the dreadlocked destroyer on! The two
behemoths go punch for punch and Spectre finally gains a small measure
of advantage, backing Cole towards the buckles.]

PW: Cole is not backing down and is telling the Spectret to bring it
on!

CL: Cole is a legend Preston. Nothing short of a small army will stop
the man!

[Spectre responds by rocking Cole backfirst into the buckles with a
lariat. He drives a knee to Cole's stomach, further knocking the wind
out of him as he begins unwinding his wrist tape.]

PW: Spectre is now wrapping his wrist tape around the neck of Cole and
choking him with it! Brilliant!

[He breaks the chokehold at four and flashes a cheshire grin to the
referee, before grabbing Cole by the hair and launching him over the
top rope, with the tape still around his neck!]

CL: The Spectre is hanging Rob Cole!!

[Spontaneous Lynching Pop!]

[Again, the Spectre finally breaks the hold just before the ref calls
for the DQ. You can tell the ref is getting fed up, which just serves
to widen the grin of the Spectre as he slides through the ropes,
charging at Cole, who is slumped against the steps...]




"___CCCLLLAAANNNGGG!!!___"




[_Huge_ Face pop as Cole squirms out of the way and Spectre charges
headlong into the steel steps!]

PW: The could've been the end of the Monster's night right there but
he wisely avoided the charging Spectre, whats Cole doing now!

[He lifts Spectre and bodyslams him spine first onto the steps.]

CL: No one can take a simple move like a bodyslam and make it utterly
devstating!

PW: I'll admit, for a bodyslam that was utterly brutal!

[Cole rolls Spectre into the ring and follows him in to break the
count. Cole reverses the irish whip, and sends Spectre for a ride of
his own… he catches the rebound and sends Spectre around with a
tiltawhirl!  HARD BACKBREAKER!!!!

PW: That was nothing!  Spectre’s just biding his time, waiting to put
the hurt on Rob Cole...

CL: He may have to wait longer… Cole standing above the man and he
drops down on the small of his back!  Another drop!  He yanks those
arms up, draping them over his knees... CAMEL CLUTCH!!!!!  Rob Cole
sits back with the Camel Clutch!

[The crowd rises to their feet as Cole wrenches back on the hold,
folding Spectre backwards as the mans’ face goes red with pain.  The
referee is there to ask the question, and Cole just continues to hold
on as Spectre struggles.  Will the dead man submit?  Will he give in?
After a few moments trapped in the hold, Cole releases and shoves the
man down… and drops an elbow into the small of the back! He stands up,
placing one foot in the small of the back as he lifts one fist for the
fans!]

PW: Cole will pay for his insolence!

[As if on cue, the Spectre straight _punches_ Cole in the junk. Cole
crumbles. The ref bitches at Spectre and again threatens a DQ. The
Spectre laughs. The crowd boo's!]

PW: SEE!?!?

CL: Spectre is gonna end up getting himself disqualified if he keeps
up the shenanigans.

PW: Shenanigans?

CL: Spectre came for a fight, but I don’t think he expected such a
focused and ring savvy Rob Cole to stay on this kind of an attack..
focusing his attack on the torso, The Outcast has cost Spectre a lot
of wind and is steadily maintaining his focus of attack.

PW: He hasn’t managed to beat him, yet… and the Spectre is giving just
as much as he’s receiving!

[The crowd watches as both men stagger to their feet and begin to
trade blows... heel pops turn to face pops as each man gains an
advantage!  Finally, The Spectre cuts Coles’ last throw off and nails
him with a second one of his own… then a third!  Cole is backed into
the corner, and Spectre tries to whip him out!]

CL: Cole slides to his knees and spins, as Spectre comes in with a
devastating Lariat!!!! COLE DUCKS!!!! There’s the waistlock... GERMAN
SUPLEX!!!!

[The crowd roars as Cole rolls to his feet… and snaps his hips for a
second german!  A third!!!!  The two men struggle, and Cole drives his
head into the back!  And then an elbow!  Another elbow!!! He yanks
back with his other arm and locks the waistlock again... FOUR!!!!!
The crowd chants along... FIVE!!!!]

PW: Five german suplexes!!! That’s all Cole has in him… he’s growing
weaker as this match goes on, too!  He’s no spring chicken any longer!

CL: Spectre clutches at his back as he struggles to his feet... Cole
brings him down with a drop toe hold, he floats over... and drives his
knee into the exposed ribs!!! Another!!! Another!!!  And he goes for
the straddle... ANOTHER CAMEL CLUTCH!!!!!!

[But he's too close to the ropes and the crowd deflates as the ref
steps in to break the hold. Cole finally releases the hold at four but
has some words for the referee as he does so. The Spectre crawls to
the corner and rips off the bottom turnbuckle pad. Yes I said the
bottom. You'll see why in a sec...]

PW: Cole better quit whining and focus.

[As he finally does so, he stalks the Spectre, reaches out to pull him
up but as he does so, the Spectre grabs the front of Coles tights and
pulls him face first into the exposed turnbuckle. He then pulls
himself up and wishbones Cole's legs, falling backwards to again drive
him facefirst into the exposed buckle, this time with a slingshot!]

CL: Two devastating moves in a row and Cole is in _trouble!_ The
Spectre just drove him face first into an exposed steel turnbuckle!
Twice!

PW: Cole's on dreamstreet! Nail him again!!!  AGAIN!!!! Spectre is
casting out the Outcast!  He’s breaking him down with fist after fist!

CL: Trapped in the corner, Cole can’t even lift his arms to defend
himself as the Spectre continues to deliver this horrendous beating!
He signals for the end, yanking a dazed Cole out of the corner...

PW: WHAT THE HELL?!?!?!!

[The crowd pops as Cole suddenly whips the Spectre’s arms away from
him, hooks the man by the end and curls up... rolling the both men to
the mat... ]

CL: SMALL PACKAGE!!!!





ONE ...





TWO ...





THREEE !?!?!





PW: I don't believe it!

CL: The ref is holding up TWO fingers!! Spectre must have kicked out
at two and nine tenths!

[The Spectre looks slightly perturbed at the goings-on as he pulls
himself up using the ropes!]

CL: That was a close call for Spectre.  Rob Cole is up and he goes to
pull Spectre up...



[Low Blow Pop!]




PW: That'll slow anyone down!

[And it's done it's damage to Rob Cole.  His eyes roll back and he
drops to his knees holding his groin area.  Referee Duke Martin is in
Spectre's ear.  Warning him that he is on his last chance.]

CL: Spectre is pushing the envelope here tonight.  He usually doesn't
care about the rules set in-front of him, but tonight he has really
chanced being disqualified on multiple occasions.

PW: It's the way Spectre plays the game.

[Rob Cole is tossed into the corner... That low blow still has The
Outcast in severe pain.  The Spectre begins nailing Cole in the
corner, Spectre unleashes a quick flurry of body punches, followed by
a spinning back fist ---]




"___SMMAAACCKKK___"




[That leads directly into a diamond cutter!!!!! Spectre with the
cover!]

CL: Fata Morgana!!  This one could be over!

PW: Consider it done!




ONE ...




TWO ...




THREE ???




[POP!]




CL: Duke Martin has noticed Spectre's legs are up on the ropes and
stopped counting.  Spectre has leaped off and grabbed Duke Martin by
the shirt.

PW: Now he has done it!




[HUGE FACE POP!]




[Rob Cole with another roll up and he places his legs up on the top
ropes...]




ONE ...




TWO ...




THREE ???




[Disappointing Pop!]




CL: Spectre was able to kick out at the last second.

PW: Ironic that the referee didn't see Rob Cole's feet up on those
ropes isn't it.

CL: The Outcast is reverting back to the Rob Cole we are used to
seeing here...

[Both men are quickly back up...  Strong right by Rob Cole!  Spectre
with a Strong Right.  Spectre ducks under and Destiny's Grip
(Kazihatime) on The Outcast....  Spectre arches his back and throws
Rob Cole up and over in a modified Belly to Back suplex --- ]




"___THUUUUUD___"




CL: DESTINY DENIAL!!!!! HE PUT LASSITER AWAY WITH THIS!!




ONE ...




TWO ...




THREE ---




[Tear Down the Roof Face Pop!]




CL: ROB COLE _JUUUUST_ GOT A SHOULDER UP!!!

[Duke Martin leaps up holding two fingers up.  The fans are on their
feet and chanting for Rob Cole.  Spectre yanks Rob Cole up and locks
him into a fisherman's....]

PW: Spectre is setting up for The Rebirth...

CL: IF he hits it.. Then it's all, but over!




"___THUUUUD___"




[COUNTER POP!!]




CL: NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX COUNTER BY ROB COLE!!! BOTH MEN ARE
DOWN....

PW: HOW THE HELL...




COLE~!  COLE~!  COLE~!  COLE~!


COLE~!  COLE~!  COLE~!  COLE~!


COLE~!  COLE~!  COLE~!  COLE~!


COLE~!  COLE~!  COLE~!  COLE~!




CL: BOTH MEN ARE BACK UP... BARELY!

PW: Spectre is the first to reach Cole...

[Spectre drives his fist into the bloodied forehead of The Outcast.
He drives it down again.  Cole is wobbling.... Spectre hits the ropes
to finish him....  COLE CATCHES HIM AND LOCKS HIM --- ]




"___THUUUUUD___"




CL: SNAP SUPLEX COUNTER!!!!  ROB COLE IS PUTTING ON A WRESTLING
DISPLAY!

PW: This isn't good.

[Rob Cole is on his feet.  He is making his way to the ropes...  He is
climbing them...]

CL: ROB COLE IS GOING UP TOP!!!

PW: This could be a mistake...  Then again it could be trouble for
Spectre.




COLE~!  COLE~!  COLE~!  COLE~!


COLE~!  COLE~!  COLE~!  COLE~!


COLE~!  COLE~!  COLE~!  COLE~!


COLE~!  COLE~!  COLE~!  COLE~!



[He leaps.... WORLDS UGLIEST FROG SPLASH !!!!!!]









[HEEL POP!]









CL: SPECTRE JUST GOT HIS KNEE'S UP!!!!

PW: Told you it could be dangerous.

[Rob Cole is rolling on the ground and flopping around holding his
midsection severe pain.  Spectre has rolled out of the ring.  He
glares into the ring and turns and grabs a steel chair.]

CL: Spectre has a chair!!

PW: Finish him!

[Duke Martin grabs the chair as Spectre rolls into the ring... Spectre
turns and kicks him in the stomach and -- ]




"___THUUUUD___"




CL: DDT ON DUKE MARTIN!!!!!

PW: Spectre is done playing games with Rob Cole.  He is here to
fight... He is here to bleed... He is here to make Rob Cole suffer!

[Rob Cole uses the ropes to get to his feet and he turns --- ]




"___SMMMMMAAAACCKKKK___"




CL: Down goes Rob Cole.

PW: Spectre isn't finished.

CL: He is setting the Chair up in the middle of the ring.

[It's a little lopsided after the chair shot into Rob Cole's skull,
but he gets it to stay upright.  He grabs Rob Cole and whips him into
the ropes...]




"___CLLLAAAANNNNG___"




CL: DROP TOE HOLD RIGHT SMACK INTO THE CHAIR!!!

[Duke Martin who is now on the outside has called for the bell.]




<<>>


<<>>


<<>>


CL: Spectre is being disqualified, but I don't think he cares....  He
is pulling the bloodied Rob Cole back to his feet.  He locks him into
a Fisherman's.....




"___THHHUUUUUUD___"




[HEEL POP!!!]




CL: THE REBIRTH!!!!

PW: Who is the Monster Under the Bed now Rob Cole?

CL: Folks we are already past our slotted time.  We wish we could stay
here and show you more, but we are getting the wrap up signal.

[The camera begins to fade as Rob Cole lays busted open in the center
of the ring.  Spectre flops outside the ring... One final close up and
you see a grin from cheek to cheek,  Blood soaked teeth....  We fade.]











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           Credits:
Brian: The Tuscon Kid v. Brian Masters, Larry Gionet v. Masked Maniac,
RJ Souza v. CKD Abdullah, and The Thrillers v. Extreme Conditions
Dan/Brian: Rob Cole v. Spectre
Chris: Urban Legend v. Prophets of Rage & OmniFly
Rob: Caleb Foley v. Major Damage, Gibson 'Red' Hayes & Johnny Dylan v.
Eric Williams & Dragon Kid

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