[Cut quick to somewhere in the back (possibly underside) of the Long
Beach Pyramid.  "Swingin'" Dean Hayes walks briskly, then stops
abruptly, blowing a raspberry to clear out his mouth while frantically
wiping his face with one free hand.]

Hayes: What the ... hell?  *FFT*, this has got to be the dirtiest
place in this building.  Why in the world...

[Half-staggering around a massive boiler, Hayes stops abruptly.  The
camera man follows, coming to rest upon the reason for Hayes' stupor.
William Craven, the Green Man himself, has set up a harsh floodlight
on the floor, and a clothesline between water pipes in the ceiling.
On the clothesline, wound in a loose spiral, are red strips of gauze,
the same kind that Bill wears in the ring, the end of which is still
in a steel bucket on the floor.
    Perhaps partially blinded by the harsh floodlight, Craven, his
    back to the camera, slowly and methodically winds the drier end
    around his right hand, taking no notice of Hayes.]

Hayes: Bill?  Mister ... mister Craven?

WC: Hm?

[Turning slowly to face PVW's intrepid interviewer, Bill's head lolls
lazily to one side, and he half smiles.  When he speaks, his voice has
an even rougher quality than usual.]

WC: Dean ... hello.  Long time.  No see.

[Glancing back at the camera, Dean looks, as one might assume, visibly
perturbed.]

Hayes: Uh, Bill, what's going on?  Your match is up in a few minutes
here, you might not even have time to get out of ... wherever we are
... before it's time.

WC: What brings you down here, Dean-oh?

[Lumbering slowly towards Hayes, and set in chiaroscuro by his
floodlight, Bill regards Hayes thoughtfully, seeming to forget that
he's attached to a clothesline by gauze.]

Hayes: You, you told me to meet you!

WC: Me?  I did?  I'm not sure...

[Stopping, Bill feels the light tug of his gauze, then turns back to
what he was doing as if Hayes had never been there.]

Hayes: Bill ... what are you doing, man?  I mean, I knew you were a
little loopy, after your mask was pulled off, finally revealing that
you were Major Damage, but this...?  This doesn't even make sense!

[Sitting down on a stool only visible now because Bill casts a shadow
upon it, Craven starts winding the gauze in proper, making it tight as
a constrictor on his gnarled hands.]

WC: Heh.  Heh.  Nothing makes sense without context.  To say that the
sun sets to one that never knew it to rise, that would be nonsense as
well...

Hayes: That's ... true, I guess.  But still, what is all this?

[Finding his bravery again, Hayes shields his eyes from the light, and
walks in closer, looking into the bucket on the floor.]

Hayes: I mean, you're not in the locker room with everyone else...
And, what is this, dye?

WC: No, heh, no silly, it's me.

Hayes: You?

WC: Yes, me.

Hayes: You're in the bucket?

WC: My blood is, yes...

[An uncomfortable pause ensues, and Bill reaches into his duffel
behind him, and pulls out a large, serrated camp knife, then severs
the gauze at about the quarter-way point.  A sharp eye could pick out
that, in the harsh light, it looks like the knife already had some red
on it.]

Hayes: Your ... blood, is in the bucket?

WC: A cup of blood, a bucket of water, and enough gauze to wrap my
hands and feet in.

Hayes: My God, why!?  Why are you ... cutting yourself?  What is going
on?  It seemed to me that you were doing better, coping, and even your
brother said that you had agreed to work with the doctors to meet the
requirements of PVW's new wellness policy!

WC: Dean, what match is it I fight in tonight?

[Another pause.  This stilted conversation is enough to either make
someone wet himself or fall asleep, depending on his constitution.
Bill tugs the gauze down, drawing more gauze from the bucket, stands
up, and loosens the loops before starting in on his other hand.]

Hayes: Is that a trick question?  A riddle?

WC: Does THIS look like a riddle to you!?

[Bolting upright, Bill lets go of the loose gauze, and grips Hayes by
the collar, smearing some half-dried blood on his nice suit.  The
interviewer's eyes go wide as Bill shows his palm to Dean.  In
addition to india ink used to tattoo his whole body having faded in
that area, there's a fresh cut across the breadth of it, swollen and
somewhat infected.]

Hayes: Jesus!?  You're seriously cutting yourself?

WC: You see?  Do you see?  This is real injury, real blood, the kind
of reality I used to bring to the ring every night!  In WWO, where I
was all but crowned king before its untimely demise left me homeless,
this is the ritual that brought me victory, night after night, THIS!

Hayes: How?  H-how could it possibly?

[To his credit, Hayes continues to do his job even under stress.
Bill, having up to this time been locked in a death stare with Hayes,
glances at his own palm, and relaxes slightly as he reminisces.]

WC: It has been a long month ... and the one man I trusted in the
world had disappeared, spending my money on expensive liquor and cheap
women.  I'd lost, and lost, and lost again because since I'd been
unmasked, I'd been lost, drugged out of my gourd, and left to my own
devices...
    Next thing, I'm in a tattoo parlor, recording it for posterity.
    That's how I became what I am.

[Bill releases Hayes, and recedes back to his stool, turning his eyes
down to the concrete beneath him.]

WC: Plastic surgeon ... filed my teeth, split my tongue...  Hell, it
was in Los Angeles ... he barely batted an eye when I requested it.
Los Angeles ... "The Angels"...

Hayes: You were drugged?  That's how you wound up like this?

WC: No, no...  Coming down, couldn't find Vic.  Haven't seen him in
awhile.

[Shaking his head, Bill seems to be having trouble focusing, and
perhaps confusing past with present.]

Hayes: You mean Victor Schwartz?  Your old Psychiatrist?

WC: Old, new again...  Told me about ... a visitor, asking about me.

Hayes: wait, didn't I read something about him managing you at one
point!?

WC: Yes, "General Mayhem", commanding officer of "Operation: Scorched
Earth".  We differed in our opinions at one point, but I thought I
could trust him ... until he spoke to the Mercenary.

Hayes: He ... wait, we're getting off topic here.  The cuts in your
palms!  Bill--

WC: It's normal, Dean.

[Snapping out of his stupor somewhat, Bill goes back to methodically
wrapping his bare hand.]

Hayes: It's really not.  You're cutting yourself!

WC: In WWO, the cutting, it turned everything around.  I changed
everything, wore a cloak, wore a wig, but my hands, my feet, they were
wrapped in white.  Everyone wraps their hands in white...

Hayes: You've been doing this the whole time!?

WC: No.  That's the problem.  History ... repeated.  I became who I
always wanted to be, the super soldier, my idea of a hero, and again
it was taken away from me.

[Blinking, Dean looks around at Bill's props, searching for something,
trying to make sense of it all.]

Hayes: I don't ... I just don't understand.

WC: Since losing my mask ... I've lost ... and lost, and lost again.
So now, the dye goes away, the people who were dyeing it ... away ...
and I'm doing it my way.

Hayes: You think this is going to win you your match tonight?

WC: I think the ritual ... has never failed me before.

Hayes: I've heard of athletes with lucky underpants, jerseys, socks,
but lucky blood?  And ... what's up with the spotlight!?  Why are you
in the boiler room!?

WC: The spotlight is hot, so it helps dry the gauze.

Hayes: Oh...

WC: And this room has running water.

Hayes: That makes perfect sense, which frightens me even more.

WC: You do seem a little skittish.  You should eat something.  Some
rarely-cooked beef, perhaps.  Plenty of iron, and it's easier to
absorb if the meat's not cooked too much.

[Bill picks up his big, nasty knife again, severing the gauze after
binding his second hand.]

Hayes: Yeah, that's ... a good idea.  If you'll excuse me, I've gotta
go talk to someone ... in the front office.

[Hayes turns and half-jogs out of the room.  Bill looks up as he pulls
down the next loop of gauze.]

WC: Okay, bye.  Oh, and tell them that I'll "kill them all if they get
in my way", okay?

[Sneering, showing off his pearly white shark-like teeth in the harsh
light, Bill goes about wrapping his feet in the bloodstained fabric.
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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 Power bomb.  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
Power bomb.  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.

All of a sudden "The Warriors Code" by The Dropkick Murphy's plays
over the PA. as the arena fills with cheers.]

You're the fighter you've got the fire
The spirit of a warrior, the champion's heart
You fight for your life because the fighter never quits
You make the most of the hand you're dealt
Because the quitter never wins
No!

[The lights begin to flicker and the camera zooms into the entrance
way but "The Fighting Irishman" Caleb Foley isn't there. The crowd
begins to stir as the camera does a complete 360 and is now zooming in
on the crowd and you see the fan favorite "The Fighting Irishman"
Caleb Foley sitting in the very front row. Foley just stands up and
points to the heavens. He has his red hair buzzcut and an eager look
on his face. Dressed in all black, from the kickpads to the boots and
the jacket itself, Caleb stands up and just stares into the ring,
looking completely focused.]

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

[Caleb has now made it to the ring barricade and raises the Phoenix
Valley Wrestling World Heavyweight Championship high over his head as
the fans cheer loudly. Foley is not taking his eyes off the ring
looking completely focused for tonight...]

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. Caleb tosses the title underneath the bottom ropes and slides in
the ring. Caleb picks up the World Title and walks over to the
turnbuckle and ascends the ropes standing on the second ropes.  Caleb
then raises both his arms with the World Title over his head as the
crowd cheers him on. Foley just stands on the top ropes and points to
the sky and then blesses himself before hoping off the turnbuckle...]



FOLEY !!!     FOLEY !!!     FOLEY !!!     FOLEY !!!     FOLEY !!!


FOLEY !!!     FOLEY !!!     FOLEY !!!     FOLEY !!!     FOLEY !!!


FOLEY !!!     FOLEY !!!     FOLEY !!!     FOLEY !!!     FOLEY !!!


FOLEY !!!     FOLEY !!!     FOLEY !!!     FOLEY !!!     FOLEY !!!



Caleb Foley: Thank you for the warm reception. But now it's time to
get down to business. Everyone probably thought I wouldn't keep my
promise to Brian Young after what he did to me. But there comes a time
in your life when you have to forgive but NEVER forget. So Brian if
you want this title so bad come down to the ring and I'll gladly hand
it over to you. You have my word I won't hit you with the belt. You
also have my word that Rob Cole is not hiding underneath the ring.
Cole isn't even in the building yet. So come on Brian let's see if
your a man of your word...

[Caleb waits patiently and just stares at the entrance ramp waiting
for "The One" Brian Young to show his face. After a few moments of
utter silence Caleb begins to speak...]

Caleb Foley: Well I guess this title isn't important to you then. So
I'm just gonna head to the back and hand it back to Dex Willingham...

[Without warning the voice of the PVW Heavyweight champion suddenly
radiates throughout the arena.]

Young: In an awful hurry aren't you Caleb.

[The PVW Champion begins to walk through the entranceway, no music, no
fading lights, just the champion. Brian is still in street attire,
blue jeans and a black t-shirt; his black duffle bag is still slung
upon his shoulder. He likes a bit annoyed as he continues to make his
way to the ring.]

Young: Trying to start the show off with a bang are we Caleb?

[Brian drops his duffle bag at the base of the ring steps and ascends
them as he continues to speak.]

Young: I mean not even making sure I'm in the building before calling
me out to the ring ...

[Brian steps through the middle rope and walks directly to Caleb,
never allowing his eyes to leave the PVW Heavyweight Championship
Belt.]

Young: If it wasn't for good old Dean Hayes I would be heading to my
locker room right now so I can prepare for my match with Larry Gionet
later on tonight.

Caleb Foley: You know Brian every since you became World Champion all
you have done is come to shows late and walked around in the back like
your crap doesn't stink. You come out here and complain that no one
likes you anymore. Well you know what I saw a WAMBULANCE in the back
if you want I can get them to come out here to check you out and make
sure you are okay? Brian I am basically saying you have changed every
since you won the belt...

Young: Excuse me for showing up to ONE SHOW A FEW MINUTES LATE FOLEY!
I can't control the weather on the East Coast ... but Caleb, you
really need to start getting your facts in order before you speak to
me you're making an ass out of yourself every time you open your
mouth.
Caleb, just give me the title so I can get ready for my match tonight.

Caleb Foley: Now I think you can ask for the belt nicer than that.
Afterall everyone thinks I am your puppet ... I am the one who does
your dirty work ... So if you want the World Title back let's see some
manners please...

[Brian glares at Caleb for a brief moment but a slight smirk slowly
crosses his face as he begins to speak again.]

Young: I don't see how your my puppet Caleb, you can stand on your own
two feet and we know you have no problem speaking your mind ... hell
you've even shown everyone just how selfish you are.

[As Caleb raises the microphone to speak again Brian cuts him off.]

Young: Caleb, you have a desire just like everyone else in the PVW; to
take the PVW Heavyweight Championship from ME! But the sad thing about
you lately is you are exploiting our friendship so that you can stay
in the spotlight. Caleb, you're making a big deal out of the fact that
a foot happened to be on the rope, claiming I stabbed you in the back
to win the title ... when all I did was what was necessary ... and so
you cry to anyone who will listen about how I screwed you out of your
chance ... a second chance to win the title ... and you have tried to
use that whining and crying to get a THIRD shot at the title ... but
the Willinghams had decided to throw a monkey wrench into that task
for you at Boiling Point have they not? And once that stipulation was
added to your and Will's match you decided to try and use the PVW
Heavyweight Championship belt to get a title shot ... Caleb, you want
manners from me? You want me to beg you for something that is
rightfully MINE!?! You want me to thank you for something you asked me
to do ... I NEVER told you to get the title belt from Rob Cole that
was your idea .. your way of staying in the spotlight for a bit longer
... Caleb ... you need to show me manners and give me __MY__ TITLE!

Caleb Foley: YOU WANT YOUR TITLE!!!

[Caleb just stares at Brian and raises the title like he is about to
hit Young smack in the face. You could cut the electricity in the ring
with a knife now as the whole arena is standing on there feet for
anticipation of what is going to happen. ]

Caleb Foley: You absolutely right this is your title and you deserve
it so here. Take it from me...

[Caleb extends the title to Brian and Young snatches the title out of
his hands. As Foley begins to walk out of the ring; he stops suddenly
and turns around...]

Caleb Foley: And by the way Young I wouldn't worry about my match with
Will because if that is you best plan to keep from fighting me one on
one then it is nothing more than a JOKE. Will Geddings may be a great
superstar and has held multiple titles but there will come a day when
you have no choice but to step into the ring with me one on one. You
won't be able to hide behind your family's last name or have your
brother's allies watching your back. And when that day comes just
remember what they say about PAYBACK...

[Brian looks as he is about to speak but Caleb cuts him off...]

Caleb Foley: I wasn't done speaking...



FOLEY !!!     FOLEY !!!     FOLEY !!!     FOLEY !!!     FOLEY !!!


FOLEY !!!     FOLEY !!!     FOLEY !!!     FOLEY !!!     FOLEY !!!


FOLEY !!!     FOLEY !!!     FOLEY !!!     FOLEY !!!     FOLEY !!!


FOLEY !!!     FOLEY !!!     FOLEY !!!     FOLEY !!!     FOLEY !!!



[Caleb just stares right at Young as he waits for the chant to calm
down a bit...]

Caleb Foley: You see Young I think your JEALOUS of me.

[Brian glares at Caleb.]

Caleb Foley: That's right I said JEALOUS. You wished these fans were
chanting your name. But ever since you put your foot on the ropes
these fans turned on you and you can't stand to look at yourself in
the mirror. You think I have my hands full with Will Geddings well
that is a piece of cake compared to facing a man who calls himself a
MONSTER. A man who did nothing but call you out and you weren't man
enough to get your own BELT. Robert Cole ... admit it your scared and
you need all the help you can get ... so if I was you I would watch my
P's and Q's. I would try to get as many allies on my side as I
possible could. Because Rob could very well be the next World Champ in
a blink of the eye if your not careful...

[Brian nods his head as Foley begins to walk away from the ring.]

Young: Strong words from a failure Caleb.

[Caleb spins about quickly and glares at Brian, who stands in the
center of the ring with the PVW Heavyweight Championship slung over
his right shoulder.]

Young: Hurts to know that everyone releases the truth about you
doesn't Caleb ... two chances for the title and twice you FAILED! You
failed on your promise to your father as well didn't you Caleb ...
your promise to make him proud. Caleb, do you think he's proud of you
now? Each and every night you try to make yourself seem more important
than you really are. Caleb, you're a foot note at best in the
wrestling world!

[With that Brian tosses the microphone to the mat as 'What I've Done'
by Linkin Park begins to play throughout the arena.]

CL: Holy cow what a way to start the night!

FH: The truth hurts sometimes Caleb.

CL: Brian Young has his title back _just_ in time to defend it here
tonight in our main event against the grizzled veteran, Larry Gionet!

FH: It may be a short reign by Brian Young.  If Gionet gets one of
those Rib crackers off who knows what will happen.

CL: Tonight we also have a 12 man two-minute drill.  The winner will
have the opportunity to choose his opponent for Tradition 2.  However
before we get too far ahead of ourselves let's go to Herk Douglas who
is in the ring ready to get to our first match!

[POP!]

CL: Judd Marley has walked out in his street clothes.

FH: This isn't a tag team match.

[The Marley brother grabs a hold of a folding chair and heads back up
the entrance way...]

CL: What is Judd doing?

FH: I don't know, but this doesn't look good...

HD: Introducing first... Weighing in at three hundred and twenty-five
pounds... From Halifax, Nova Scotia.....  Lead to the ring by Pizzazz
Elysee ...

He is one half of the Prophets of Rage ....

Here is ...


DEREK RAGE !!!


["The Death March" by Chopin begins over the PA system...  Stepping
out from the curtains -- ]




"___CRRRAAAAACCCKKKK___"




[GASPING POP!]




[... Judd Marley swung the chair towards the first sign of a warm body
emerging from the backstage curtains and that was Pizzazz Elysee, but
thankfully the big seven footer Derek Rage shoved Elysee just out of
the way, but opened himself up for the blunt end of that folding
chair.]

CL: Judd Marley just bent that chair in half with the full force of
that swing into Derek Rage!!!

FH: He is going to pay for that.

[Shadoe Rage came rushing out, but he is drilled from behind by Jack
Baldwin!]

CL: The Wild Cards apparently planned a little revenge for the
Prophets of Rage!

FH: DQ them!

CL: The match hasn't even started yet Fred!

FH: DQ them anyways!


"___CLAAAAAAANG___"


CL: Baldwin just sent Shadoe Rage into the steel railings blocking the
fans from the action down the aisle way.  He has a steel chair himself
and he places it on his right arm and he charges ....


"___CRRRAAAAAACCCKKK___"


FH: Shadoe Rage got his feet up and clicked the chair back into
Baldwin!

CL: Judd Marley to cut off, but Pizzazz Elysee leaps on his back!!!!

FH: She doesn't take kindly to Judd Marley nearly trying to take her
head off.

[Judd Marley begins to spin in circles... faster ... faster ...
finally he stumbles, but Pizzazz Elysee falls off staring up watching
her world spin in circles.  Shadoe Rage charges, but back body drop by
Marley right on the hard floor.]

CL: Baldwin has stumbled over and pulled Derek Rage back to his face.
Blood has began to seep out from the forehead from the big man after
that steel chair shot.

FH: Where is the PVW security when you need them???

CL: This is an unique situation Fred.  Derek Rage and Jack Baldwin are
actually suppose to be wrestling right now.

FH: This isn't wrestling it's a bunch of no good cowards jumping the
cream of the tag team division with chairs!  A brutal gang beating I
tell ya!  First they screw The Made Men out with their shenanigans and
now they are cheating over The Prophets of Rage...  When will we get
justice!?!


"___CRRAAAAACCCKKK___"


[POP!]


"___CRRAAAAACCCKKK___"


[POP!]


"___CRRAAAAACCCKKK___"


[POP!]


[Baldwin drills Rage over the back with the chair as he stumbles down
the aisle way.  Baldwin grabs Derek Rage and points him towards the
ring steps ....]


"___CRAAAAAAASSSSSHHH___"


CL: Baldwin is now just dismantling Derek Rage.

FH: A travesty.

[Judd Marley has Shadoe Rage up and sets him up for a snap suplex....]


"___THUUUUUD___"


CL: RIGHT ON THE HARD CEMENT FLOOR!

FH: Pizzazz Elysee charges ....


[POP!]


[Marley catches her in a belly to belly...  He holds her there as
their faces are only inches apart...  She leans forward and _BITES_
his nose!!!]

CL: Pizzazz Elysee is biting Judd Marley's nose!!!

FH: Serves the no good bastard right!

[Meanwhile at ring side Jack Baldwin has grabbed the wire the camara's
use and began choking Derek Rage.  Referee Jay O'Riley is down and is
warning Baldwin this needs to be brought to the ring, but Big Jack
just ignores him.]

CL: The referee is threatening to throw this match out.  It hasn't
even _started_ yet.

FH:  Shadoe Rage is up and he is now getting some revenge on Judd
Marley.

[He takes off... RUNNING GROIN STOMP!]

FH: Now they've done it...


<<< DING   DING >>>


CL: The referee has thrown this match out and it hasn't even
_started_!

FH: It's Baldwin's fault.

[Baldwin finally rolls Derek Rage into the ring, but it's too late.
Baldwin is cut off by the official, but he gives him a slight nudge
out of the way and Derek Rage lifts up with a low blow...]

[GROANING POP!]

CL: That will change things in a hurry.   Derek Rage wiping the blood
from his eyes is looking to extract some revenge.

FH: Just remember you can't keep the Prophets down forever.
Eventually they will come back for some revenge.

[Derek Rage nearly beheads Baldwin with a mafia kick.  The official is
trying to break this fight up, but up until this point hasn't had any
success what-so-ever.  Derek Rage off the ropes and jumping leg drop!]

CL: Three hundred and twenty five pounds right across the throat area
of Jack Baldwin.

FH: Shodoe Rage is now dragging Judd Marley down the aisle way...

[Shadoe Rage rolls Judd Marley under the ropes and big Derek Rage
pulls him up and lifts him up with an implant DDT -- ]


"___THUUUUUUUD___"


CL: Derek Rage drove Judd Marley's head right into the canvass.

FH: Shadoe Rage is grabbing a table now.. He is sliding it under the
ropes..

CL: This can't be good!

[The Prophets begin to set the table up as Baldwin is slowly getting
to his feet.  Derek Rage goes over to grab him, but a puff of white
smoke goes up in the face of the larger Rage brother!!!]

[WILD CARD CHEATING POP!!]

CL: Baldwin had some powder on him!!

FH: A little nose candy?

CL: Gorilla Press ......


"___THUUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"


CL: Backbreaker!!!  Dead Man's Hand!!!!!!

[Shadoe Rage charges forward and CHOPBLOCK... Baldwin crumbles to one
leg...  Shadoe Rage winds back with hammer fists...]


"___THWAAP___"


"___THWAAP___"


"___THWAAP___"


CL: STIFF Hammer fists by Shadoe Rage...

FH: Make him pay Shadoe!

CL: JUDD MARLEY FROM BEHIND ...


"___THUUUUUUUD___"


CL: DRAGON SUPLEX!

[Derek Rage is now on the outside... Blinded by the powder and blood
mixture in his eyes... Pizzazz Elysee has grabbed a water bottle from
a fan and flushing it in his eyes.  Jack Baldwin has gone to the top
ropes as Marley has pulled Shadoe Rage to his feet... Marley with a
few forearm shots to the chops for good measures... Marley lifts him
up and Baldwin leaps off with a sit-out power bomb ---- ]







"____THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"










"___CRAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSHHH___"








[OH MY GOD TABLE POP!]




CL: THROUGH THE TABLE!!!!!!!   WILD CARDS WITH A MESSAGE _BACK_ TO THE
PROPHETS! Officials are finally swarming down here as Derek Rage is
trying to leap back inside the ring.

FH: Oh _NOW_ they make their way down.  Just a little late guys.

CL: The match revolving around the PVW tag team titles has just
stepped up to a new level.

FH: This wont sit well with the Prophets.  The Wild Cards just brought
this to a level they aren't capable of playing on.

CL: It doesn't appear that the Wild Cards are worried.

FH: We will see.

CL: Speaking of PVW tag teams we have word that Livestock is in the
back looking around.

FH: Oh?

[Cut to the back.  Dressed in his typical 3-piece suit with briefcase,
Livestock Zappa, his eyebrows furrowing, stalks the back hallway.
Passing the Masked Maniac as PVW's favorite masked superstar reads the
financial section in Long Beach's own "Press-Telegram" newspaper.  He
stops, slapping the smaller competitor on the back.]

Livestock: Hey, Maniac.  You seen Cindy?

MM: Wphm?

Livestock: "Bar Bitch" Hewitt, my ... wait, what's up with your voice?

MM: Phh--

[With a frustrated manner, Maniac tears at the laces of his mask,
loosening them as quickly as he can.]

MM: Uh, geez, it's Hippo.  He says my mask isn't on right, then he
grabs me by the damned head and tightens the laces.

Livestock: Why do you put up with that?

MM: I dunno, just known the guy for forever.

Livestock: Yeah, I know the feeling, what with Gutch and all, but--
Hold on; have you seen Cindy or not?

MM: Oh, yeah, she was just going the direction you are actually.  It's
been awhile, but there aren't many doors that way.  Can I get back to
my paper now?  I was checking the NASDAQ to see how my stocks are
doing.

Livestock: Oh, okay, sure thing.  Thanks.

MM: Don't mention it.

[Livestock leaves quickly as a squinting Maniac puts on a pair of
squarish reading glasses to better read the paper.]

Livestock: In and out of the hospital for months and I see her for
like, what?  A few hours?

[Continuing on his stormy ways, Livestock very nearly collides with
the lady in question as she exits the ladies' room door.  Hewitt, the
raven-haired amazon, wears a little black minidress that's far too
feminine for someone as rough as she.]

BBH: The hell?  Watch where you're goin'!  Wait, 'Stock?  All better,
finally, anh?

Livestock: Yeah, the doctors say my memory's gonna be a little spotty,
but ... dammit, hold on.  Where the hell have you been?  I finally get
my head on straight, and where's my girlfriend?  Nowhere to be seen.
Gutch even said he tried to call you on a number of occasions, and he
only got you once, with a lame excuse saying you had to go.

BBH: Hm.  Y'know, I appreciate the fire, Frasier Crane, but it's too
little, too late.

[Sputtering, Livestock squints, shakes his head, and flashes white
teeth in a fit of pique.]

Livestock: What.  The hell.  Are you saying?

BBH: What?  You ain't figured it out yet?  Look, Penn State, you got
yourself a prime piece of New Jersey tail for months, every damned
night, and all you ever did was whine, bitch, moan, and then like a
damned fragile egg-boy, you get knocked around a little, and you're
fallin' all over yourself, stupid in the head or somethin'.

    Way I see it, you came out ahead, so count yourself lucky.

Livestock: What?

BBH: What are you?  Stupid?  It's over, numbnuts.  You lost the damned
called shot, you lost your marbles, and then you just plain got lost
downtown in Phoenix?  I'm surprised you made the plane to get to the
west coast!

Livestock: You're ending it?

BBH: It's _been_ ended.  You're just now figurin' it out.

Livestock: Wait, you're ending it because I haven't been winning
matches?  Gutch and I just beat Team Canada!

Those guys are "legends", okay?

BBH: Legends?  Yeah, which makes it a fluke that they even got in the
ring.  They beat up Gutch for fifteen minutes, and then that Vandal
guy beat Team Canada with a fireball when the ref wasn't lookin'.
What is up with that guy, anyway?

Livestock: Eh, he's Zeke's step-brother-in-law or something, his
wife's family adopted--  Dammit, don't you start now too!  What really
brought this on?  You find yourself another patsy?

*SMACK!*

[Yes, Cindy did just slap Livestock.  He gets red in the face right
away, and looks for all the world like he's going to lay her out
flat.]

BBH: You damned right I found myself another _man_, a real man who's
tough, strong, and knows how to dish out a beating, how to take one,
and how to keep on goin'!  We're gonna work on PVW, and get a damned
women's division around here, and then, when I got that gold, I'm
gonna laugh my ass off as you get your ass beat in the mid-card over
and over.

Livestock: Y'know what?  Good.  Good, because you're his problem now.
I'm glad it's over.

BBH: Yeah?

Livestock: Yeah, and y'know why?

BBH: Why!?

[Whereas his eyes had been welling up with tears, Livestock's face
suddenly goes placid.  He smiles slightly, and nods, poking his tongue
into one cheek.]

Livestock: Because, in six months, when you're out on the street,
turning tricks, riddled with every STD ever known to man and a few the
doctors'll have to name after you, I'll still be a wrestling lawyer,
pulling down mad money, and by then ... Livestock and the Gutch will
be the only "legendary" tagteam left on the God-damned planet!

[Turning away, leaving a stunned Hewitt fuming behind him, Livestock
motions as if to brush a bit of dust from his shoulder, and flips his
briefcase up into the air, catching it neatly as he continues on,
whistling as he goes.  Cut.]

FH: She can't break up with Livestock!?!?!

CL: Fred I think she just did.

FH: That woman has gone mental.

HD: Coming down to the ring standing 6 feet tall and weighing in at
210 pounds, hailing from Miami, Flordia...


Here is ...


"Smooth as Silk" Miguel Quesada !!!


[The fans begin to cheer as "Smooth Operator" by Paul Wall starts to
play as Quesada makes his way down to the ring, waving to the fans.]

FH: He has no idea what he's in for tonight.

CL: I'm sure he's done his homework and will be ready for the
Mercenary.

FH: Uh, huh.

[As Quesada enters the Herk Douglas announces his opponent for the
evening.]

HD: And his opponent... Standing 6 feet 3 inches tall and weighing 265
pounds, hailing from the Bunker...

Here is ...

The Mercenary !!!


[The sounds of approaching helicopters comes over the PA system. They
get louder and louder getting almost deafening, and then get quieter,
as if they were passing overhead. Just as they fade away to nothing,
machine gun bursts take their place. A few seconds later, a whistling
sound is heard, and then 4 large explosions rock the arena, one right
after the other. A large smoke screen engulfs the entranceway,
blocking it off from view. Just as the smoke reaches its maximum
density, "Die Hard the Hunter" by Def Leppard comes blasting out
through the sound system.]

[A figure can then be seen making his way through the smoke. He comes
to the edge of the entrance way, where he can be plainly seen, and
stops to look over the crowd, soaking in their reaction. Getting his
fill, he makes his way down to the ring, ignoring the fans that reach
out to him, focused totally on the task at hand. He slowly climbs the
ring steps, and gets into the ring.]

FH: This is gonna be bad for Quesada.

CL: The Mercenary is mad after last week, but like I just said give
Quesda a chance before you sell him short.  And remember, the
Widowmakers and Allies have been banned from ringside for this match
up.

FH: And that's suppose to help him?


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

	One on One, 25 Minute Time Limit:
	Miguel Quesada
	v. The Mercenary

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



<<<  DING DING   >>>


CL: Quesada showing no signs of intimidation as he walks right up to
the Mercenary.

FH: Oh yea he has a plan... funeral plans.

[Quesada begins to taunt the Mercenary saying anything he can to evoke
a response from the big man.]



"__SMAAACK__"



FH: I believe he got his reaction in the form of a move called the
bitch slap.

CL: That's not slowing Quesada down as he walks back over to the
Mercenary.

[Quesada walks right back over to the Mercenary not backing down and
inch as he stares his opponent in the eyes.]

[Lightening fast Quesada lands a picture perfect super kick to the jaw
of the Mercenary.]

CL: The Mercenary was staggered by that blow.

[Fred looks over to Chip like he can't believe what he just heard.]

FH: Staggered?  He leaned back a little.  Stop trying to make it sound
better than it was.  If I were Quesada I'd be thinking "Oh crap!"
right about now.

[Quesada not deterred, he begins to dance like a boxer landing a
series of three jabs with his left hand on the Mercenary bouncing
around the ring with each jab.  He finishes the set with a right arm
short clothesline.]

CL:  No effect from that clothesline by Quesada.  And still no major
reaction from the Mercenary.

[Quesada bounces off the ropes with a flying forearm on the Mercenary
that actually makes the big man take a step back.]

CL: The Mercenary trying to keep that tough guy reputation going by
taking Quesada's offense, but it looks like that may cost him.

FH: We'll see.

[As Quesada comes off the ropes, the Mercenary takes a fast step
forward and levels Quesada with a boot to the head.]

FH: And Quesada is down!  Thank you ladies and gentlemen I hope you
enjoyed tonight's match up!

CL: Quesada is getting back to his feet, but the Mercenary is right
there with a hard right to the head.

[Quesada once again starts to stand up, but the moment he is on his
feet the Mercenary lays into him with a kick below the belt.  Followed
by a hard clothesline sending Quesada back to the mat.]

CL:  What?!  The ref was behind Quesada and didn't see where the kick
landed. The Mercenary is patting his own stomach trying to say it was
a kick to the mid section!

FH: Now, now Chip.  I'm the color commentator out here, so since you
want to do my job, I'll have to do your's.  I do believe that the
Mercenary just employed what is known as a Greco-Roman boot to the
nads on Quesada.

[Chip looks over at Fred shaking his head.]

CL: It would appear that the referee needs to pay more attention to
what's happening in the ring.

[The Mercenary begins stalking Quesada as he gets back up to his
knees.]



"__CRAAASH__"



FH: Did you think that the Mercenary could move that fast?

CL: The Mercenary moving in fast with a neck breaker on Quesada.  And
not one to let go of an advantage he puts Quesada into a sitting
position...



"__BAAAM__"



[The Mercenary lands a rolling neck snap on Quesada that has him
laying on the mat.]

CL: The Mercenary methodically picks Quesada back up and whips him
into the turnbuckle.



"__CRAAACK__"



CL: Quesada jumped to the second and came back with a spinning heal
kick that just dropped the Mercenary!

FH: It won't last.

[Quesada throws his arms back letting out a yell while the fans cheer
like crazy!]

[The Mercenary is getting up as Quesada turns to resume his offense.]



"__SLAAAM__"



CL: The Mercenary levels Quesada with a spear.  He's climbing on top
of the prone Quesada and just raining lefts and rights to the head of
Quesada.

FH: Now it's going to get ugly for Quesada, you don't make the
Mercenary mad.

[Quesada's arms begin to flail helplessly as the Mercenary holds the
back of Quesada's head while landing a series of elbows to his face.]

CL: The referee is trying to step in and stop this onslaught, but the
Mercenary is paying him no attention!


ONE...


TWO...


THREE...


FOUR...


CL: Finally!

FH: Aw, keep going.  He's starting to look better.

CL: The Mercenary is back to his feet while Quesada almost looks out
laying on the mat.



"__STOMP__"



FH: The boots!  I got this one Chip!  The Mercenary begins to lay the
boots into Quesada like a door mat at a biker's convention!

[Chip just shakes his head.]

CL: The Mercenary showing no mercy on Quesada as he lands an elbow
drop right to the throat of his prone opponent.

FH: I think Quesada would give it up right now, if he could talk or
move.

[As soon as he is back to his feet, the Mercenary drops another elbow
to the throat of Quesada, followed by several more.]

CL: Things aren't looking go for Quesada he hasn't even attempted to
cover up for those last few blows.

FH: Last few?  He's been unconscious for five minutes!

CL: Mercenary, literally dragging Quesada to his feet sets him up for
a piledriver and...



"__CRAAASH__"



FH: That's it, where's the phone so that I can get some flowers sent
to Quesada's wake.

CL: The Mercenary sits there looking quite satisfied with himself as
Quesada is laid out on the mat next to him.  Mercenary for the
cover...



ONE...




TWO...




***HuGE BOOS FROM THE CROWD***



CL: The Mercenary just picked up Quesada!  He's got this won!  Just
pin the man.

FH: This doesn't look good Chip and I'm not even a fan of Quesada.

[Once again the Mercenary drags Quesada off the mat, grabbing him for
a suplex.]



"__SMAAASH__"



CL: There's The Payoff, this one is over...



ONE...





TWO...



***BOOS EXPLODE FROM THE FANS***



CL: No!  Just count him down!

FH: This may be too much.  The Mercenary is pushing Quesada out of the
ring with his boots.

CL: Is he going for a count out on Quesada?  That doesn't make sense.

[The Mercenary leaves the ring picking up Quesada once again.  The
referee continues his count.]



"__CRAAACK__"



CL: Another Payoff?!  On the floor?!  The ref needs to do something!

[The ref stops counting and leaves the ring yelling at the Mercenary
to take the action back into the squared circle.  But the Mercenary
has other plans.]

FH: Look out Chip, I think the Mercenary is bringing him over here!

[Standing next to the announcer's table, the Mercenary picks Quesada
up for yet another Payoff.]



"__THUUUD__"



FH: The table didn't break!

CL: It looked like the Mercenary tried to drop him on the part of the
table that's braced by the legs so that it wouldn't!

[The referee is now telling the Mercenary that if this doesn't stop,
he'll  disqualify the Mercenary and declare Quesada the winner.]

FH: A lot of good that does a dead man.

CL: The Mercenary picks Quesada up like a rag doll and rolls him under
the bottom rope.  We're going to need some help out here for Quesada.

[The Mercenary drags Quesada to the center of the ring before stepping
on him and ordering the ref to count the three.]


ONE ...



TWO ...


CL: Thank god this is over.



THREE !!!



[BOOOOOO'S RAIN DOWN!]


FH: He's not done!  Mercenary is dragging Quesada over to the ropes!

CL: Mercenary is struggling to set Quesada on the top turnbuckle.

FH: Not much you can do with a guy that's out cold.

CL: It looks like he wants to add insult to injury as he goes for the
Enema!




"__CRAAASH__"



FH: No!  He tried to hit him with Southern Comfort!

CL: That's Rob Magnum's finisher.  Was all of this some message for
Magnum?

[The Mercenary gets up and starts to leave the ring looking
frustrated.]

CL: The ref is calling to the back for help as he checks on Quesada.

FH: Well they might want to wait, the Mercenary is going for the
Haliburton! He's pulling out a bottle of Jose Cuervo Tequila!

[As the Mercenary gets closer to Quesada the announcer's get a better
look
at the bottle.]

FH: That's not Tequila, it's a bottle of Southern Comfort!



"__SMAAASH__"



CL: He just broke the bottle on the head of Quesada.  Please let that
be enough.  Someone needs to get out here and stop this.

FH:  Well it looks like the Mercenary is happy now, so I think it will
stop.

CL: The Mercenary sent a message to William Craven.  There was orders
for nobody to get involved in this match up and it appears Quesada was
ordered to be the sacrificial lamb.

[The Mercenary leaves the ring and heads to the back with a broken
Miguel Quesada laying in the ring.]

CL: Quesada may be done in the PVW after that beating.

FH: We could only be that lucky.

CL: Things have gotten extremley heated with the Widowmakers and the
"allies".  Tonight the Made Men will be in action against Rob Magnum
and Tommy Ryder.   Also William Craven and Rick Marley are scheduled
to be in the two-minute drill.

FH: William Craven won't even last until when Rick Marley enters the
ring.


[We cut to the backstage area where we see new PVW star Jeremiah Page
finishing the tape to his wrists. Dean Hayes coming into the shot as
he approaches Page with his microphone.]

Hayes:  We're here once again with Jeremiah Page just moments before
his big title match with Gibson Hayes!  Now Jeremy, any words before
the biggest match so far in your PVW career.

[Page simply stands up and stares a hole through Hayes until he backs
up a little.  Hayes waves his hand across his throat towards the
camera.]

Hayes:  Forget it.  We're not getting anything here.

[Page starts to walk away but is stopped by the presence of "Badboy"
Randy Acorn. Acorn puts his hand against Page's chest and with a sneer
stitched across his face, begins to speak.]

Acorn: Listen here Page, I don't think you completely understood the
opportunity that SSN is giving to you. And notice that I say
opportunity because you don't have much choice in the matter. You've
been chosen and you will do what's asked of you if you want to
continue to be a part of this roster. So Page, I suggest to think long
and hard about this and then come back with a more suitable answer the
next time this  opportunity is presented to you. Understood?

[Page looks at Acorn and then at Hayes and then back to Acorn.]

Page:  You done?

Acorn:  ...

[Page holds up his hand with a slight smirk on his face, cutting Acorn
off.]

Page:  I'm sorry that came out like a question.  You're done.

[With that Page brushes past Acorn and off camera.  An angered look
covers Acorn's face as he watches Page walk off.  He then storms off
in the opposite direction as we return to the ringside area.]

CL: The "Badboy" believes he is the voice of SSN and he is showing
complete disrespect to Jeremiah Page as he was preparing for his
upcoming match!

FH: Randy Acorn is a legend Chip and he is the voice of the SSN! He is
the only man hired by the SSN. So Page better learn respect quickly.

#Yeahhhhhh!!!#

#I'm barely breathin#

#I'm barely alive#
#When did it all come tumblin down#
#Your actions speak louder than all of the thunder that you've brought
back# #down on me#


HD: Introducing first, the challenger ... standing in at five feet
nine inches and weighing in at one hundred and ninety pounds ...

From Lehighton, PA

Here is ...


!!! JEREMIAH PAGE !!!


["Hero" by Pop Evil begins to play as out from the back walks Jeremiah
Page.  Page, wearing long black tights and black boots, just stops at
the top of the ramp and cracks his neck from side to side.  He then
hops up and down, pumping himself up.]

#I won't be, I won't be your hero.#
#I won't be your hero#

#I won't be your superman.#
#I won't be your hero#

#Everything I did was for you, everything you said was a lie.#

#My pain, your gain, who's your hero today?#
#Who's your hero?#

[Paying no attention to the crowd, Page keeps his sole focus on the
ring.  He stops jumping only to break into a straight sprint into the
ring.]

#No more second chances#
#No more lies, this time, you're goin down, down, down, down#
#Your days are empty#
#Your nights are blind#
#I won't be the reason, you fall this time.#

[Page slides headfirst into the ring and quickly springs to his feet.
He walks over to a corner and squeezes the tape on both his wrists
before he starts using the ropes to stretch.]

CL: Page earned this shot in a very hard fought three way dance on the
last Heatwave.

FH: It doesn't matter though Chip. Gibson Hayes is bread and butter of
the Network Championship. Page is just going to be another statistic!

CL: The Dragon Kid or El Hijo Del Sol might have something to say
about that.

FH: Who cares if they do no one can understand either of them!


HD: And his opponent ... standing six foot three inches and weighing
in at 231 pounds ...

From Tuscaloosa, Alabama

Here is ...


THE NETWORK CHAMPION ...



!!! GIBSON HAYES !!!



[Battles's "Atlas" thumping drums leads us in and proudly marching his
way to the ring in red trunks, a red, white and blue t-shirt and the
American flag with the stars made into a dollar sign is Gibson Hayes.
This time Gibson is tossing "Gibson Hayes for CEOCFBODM '08" stickers
and pins into the audience as he goes towards the ring. Gibson salutes
the audience as he gets into the ring then climbs up to each of the
top turnbuckles and yells: "Vote for me!" in succession.]

FH: He has my vote!

CL: Unlike you Fred I don't believe in Gibson Hayes beliefs but I do
have to say he gets the job done every show as he defends that coveted
Network Championship.

FH: What you're looking at Chip is a GREAT American and even better
champion. He has realized that you don't need to use all those flips
to become and more importantly stay champion!


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

Network Title Championship Match, 30 Minute Time Limit:
"No Nonsense" Jeremiah Page
v.
Gibson "Red" Hayes [c]

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


<<< DING DING >>>


[Jeremiah Page looking for the lock up but Gibson Hayes quickly pulls
Jim Pearson over and begins to yell at him and as he does so he points
over at Page. After a few moments Pearson shakes his head and calls
Page over and begins to pat him done.]

CL: Come on. Hayes is just delaying the match by having the referee
pat Jeremiah Page down.

FH: Far from it Chip. Hayes showing he is a veteran making sure his
opponent doesn't have any illegal objects. I mean I have it on good
authority that Page has been hanging out in the back with the Wild
Cards lately and we know what those two are capable of.

[As Pearson finishes up his check of Page, Hayes shakes his head and
points towards Page's boots. Pearson has Page lift his boots and as
Pearson kneels down to check the soles of the boots Hayes catches Page
with the classic Greco Thumb to the Eye. Page quickly slams his foot
down and covers his eye as Hayes grabs Page and scoops him into the
air and solidly plants him in the center of the ring with a Bodyslam.
Hayes drives a knee into the side of Page's head and grabs the smaller
man by the hair pulling him to his feet. Page though catches Hayes
under the jaw with a quick jab that causes Hayes to release his grip
of Page. Page is quickly to his feet and grabs Hayes by the right arm
and Irish Whips him to the far side ropes. Page quickly rebounds off
of the near side and as Hayes rebounds he catches the bigger man with
a Flying Body Cross. Page is able to stay on top for the cover.]




ONE ...


FH: Hayes quickly powers out and rolls towards the ring apron.

CL: Apron? He just rolled to the outside and is looking at Page ... is
he asking for a time out?

FH: Of course not he is just trying to out smart Page.

CL: Really looks to me like he is trying to just get away from Page.

[Pearson pushes Page back towards the center of the ring allowing the
Network Champion to get back into the ring. The two men lock up and
Hayes easily over powers the smaller Page pushing him into the ropes
where Hayes just catches Page with a Backhand to the Face!]

CL: Gibson showing no respect for his opponent.


* FACE POP *


"___THHWWWAAAPPP___"


"___THHWWWAAAPPP___"


"___THHWWWAAAPPP___"


"___THHWWWAAAPPP___"


CL: And Page quickly returns with four knife edge chops to the
champion. Gibson is back pedaling ...

FH: And poor Hayes is flattened with a Clothesline!

CL: Hayes doesn't look to pleased at the moment as he once again rolls
to the ring apron ... but Page catches him before he reaches the floor
and pulls him across the top rope ...

[Page drives an elbow to the exposed chest of Hayes.]

FH: Page cheating early in this match!

CL: How is that cheating?!

FH: When a man is on the apron who give him a moment to regain his
composure! But Page takes advantage of the situation and now Hayes is
flat on the floor!

[Hayes slowly begins to get to his feet and as he does so Page rushes
to the far side ropes ...]


* FACE POP *


CL: SUICIDE DIVE! Jeremiah Page diving between the top and middle
ropes crashing hard into Gibson Hayes and the champ is done!

[Page stands to his feet and thrusts his hands high into the air as
the crowd roars it's approval. He wisely grabs Hayes by his head and
rolls him under the rope. Page slides into the ring after him quickly
and as he does so Gibson Hayes begins to crawl towards the corner
waving both his hands pleading with Jeremiah Page.]

CL: Like a coward Hayes is begging for Page to leave him alone!

[Hayes staggers to his feet and pulls Jim Pearson between himself and
Page and as Page moves Pearson out of the way Hayes spins around ...]

FH: DISCUS PUNCH connects! Page staggering backwards!

CL: Hayes needs to remember to thank Jim Pearson for that opening.

FH: And I'm sure he will. It's about time the referees here do their
jobs!

CL: Their jobs? He was used like a Human Shield by Gibson Hayes!

[Gibson Hayes grabs Page by the head slowly pulling him to his feet as
he yells at a fan. Page quickly hooks the head of Hayes and pulls him
down with a roll up.]




ONE ...




TWO ...


FH: And Hayes with a strong kickout!

CL: Page is back to his feet and so is Hayes ... Page going for a hip
toss but Hayes blocks it! Hayes with a right hand to the gut of Page
and he hooks Page's leg with his own ...

FH: Beautiful Side Russian Leg Sweep! And the champion is going for
the pin!





ONE ...


[Hayes grabs the tights of Page and pulls him tighter into the pin
using the tights as leverage.]


TWO ...




CL: AND PAGE KICKS OUT!

FH: What?!? That was three!

CL: And Hayes seems to agree with you as he tells Pearson he counted
wrong! Hayes looking frustrated as he rolls to the outside of the ring
... wait he's heading to the time keepers table and he has grabbed the
Network Title!

FH: Hayes showing his disgust for the official lack of judgement as he
begins to head towards the aisle way!

[As Jim Pearson begins to scream at Gibson Hayes to get back into the
ring he turns around and begins to scream at both Pearson and Page
about a conspiracy. Hayes continues to back up the aisle way shaking
his head no and as he does so the crowd begins to roar it's approval
as The Dragon Kid makes his way out from the entrance way.]

FH: What the heck is he doing here? Someone find him a translator so
he knows that it's not time for his match!

[Hayes finally turns around and sees the masked Japanese Superstar
making his way towards him. A look of disgust crosses Hayes face as he
sees the Dragon Kid and he stops in his place demanding that the
ringside security remove Dragon Kid from his path. Dragon Kid
continues to walk forward pointing at Hayes Network Title and Hayes
begins to backpedal back towards the ring as he tightens his grip upon
the Network Title shaking his head. The crowd erupts as Jeremiah Page
leaps off of the apron catching Gibson Hayes in the back of the head
with a Double Axe Handle!]

FH: This is a miscarriage of justice! It's suddenly two on one!

CL: Dragon Kid has not laid a hand on Gibson Hayes! He was just making
sure Gibson finished the match instead of using a technicality to
retain his title.

FH: Hey the rules are the rules, it's not Gibson fault he is a good
politician and knows how to exploit them for his benefit!

[Page connects with two stomps to the back of Gibson Hayes before he
pulls him to his feet and tosses him into the ring. Hayes once again
on his knees pleading for Page to ease up but this time Page drives a
boot to the face of Hayes and quickly drops into the mount position
and rains done a series of punches before Jim Pearson pulls him off.
Dragon Kid nods his head in approval as he once again walks up the
aisle way towards the back. Page grabs Hayes and pulls him to his feet
and slams him hard into the mat with a Body Slam. As Hayes lays on the
mat Page quickly ascends to the top turnbuckle ...]


* FACE POP *


CL: Picture perfect MOONSAULT!

FH: What a waste of time. He could have gotten in at least six or
seven good stomps in the time it took him to do that one flip!




ONE ...




TWO ...




THREE ???


FH: HAYES KICKS OUT! You see Chip that flip is nothing but showboating
no real punishment to it!

CL: If that was the case Gibson would have kicked out earlier!

FH: Hogwash ... Page is once again on the assault as he FLIPS AGAIN!

CL: Jeremiah Page with a perfectly executed Flipping Legdrop from a
standing position! And there is a second Flipping Legdrop!

[The begins a ONE MORE TIME CHANT! and Jeremiah Page shrugs his
shoulders and leaps into the air one more time ...]

CL: And a THIRD Flipping Legdrop. And Page hooking the near side leg
for the cover.




ONE ...




TWO ...




THREE ???

FH: AND HAYES ONCE AGAIN KICKS OUT! Gibson Hayes showing the fight of
the true champion that he is!

[Page slaps the mat in frustration but he is quick to pull Hayes to
his feet. In a fluid motion he backs the champion to the ropes ...]


"___THHWWWAAAPPP___"


"___THHWWWAAAPPP___"


"___THHWWWAAAPPP___"


"___THHWWWAAAPPP___"


CL: Jeremiah Page once again lights up the chest of Gibson Hayes with
those knife edge chops!

[As Hayes grabs his chest in pain, Page grabs the right arm of Hayes
and whips him to the far side rope. Page leaps into the air for a
Spinning Leg Lariat but Hayes grabs the top rope causing Page to slam
into the mat hard, completely missing the Leg Lariat. Hayes points at
his temple as he quickly ascends to the middle turnbuckle. He waits
for Page to get to his feet before he leaps off with a Double Axe
Handle ...]


"___SSSMMMMAAACCCKKKK___"


CL: PAGE JUST DROVE THAT KICK HARD INTO THE CHEST OF THE LEAPING
GIBSON HAYES!

FH: AND POOR GIBSON HAYES FLIPS OVER THE TURNBUCKLES AND CRASHES TO
THE FLOOR!

[Page quickly ascends to the top rope and leaps off of the rope ...]

CL: TOP ROPE SPLASH TO THE FLOOR! MY GOD! Page risked a lot there! If
he missed ...

FH: He would have belly flopped to the concrete and he would have
deserved it! But now both men are down on the outside clutching their
bodies in pain!

[Both men slowly get back to their and slide under the bottom rope
back into the ring. Page shakes the cobwebs loose first as he connects
with an European Uppercut that staggers Gibson Hayes into the ropes.
Page with a second European Uppercut before he grabs Hayes and whips
him across the ring. Hayes though reverses the Irish Whip and drops
Jeremiah Page to the mat with a Drop Toe Hold. He pulls Jeremiah to
his feet and locks on a Front Chancery and powers him up into the air.
Mid way through the lift Hayes drops Page down causing his legs to hit
the top rope. Hayes uses the sudden Sling Shot to power Page over.]

FH: BOUNCED CHECK! That beautifully executed Sling Shot Suplex of
Gibson Hayes!




ONE ...




TWO ...




THREE ???

CL: And Jeremiah Page with the KICKOUT!

FH: Gibson Hayes finally showing some of that wrestling talent
everyone knows he possesses!

[Hayes glares at Jim Pearson and drives his forearm across the bridge
of Page's nose before he goes for another cover!]

FH: That forearm shot was just a receipt for all the flipping Page has
done in this match!




ONE ...




TWO ...

CL: And Page powers out at TWO!

FH: Hayes staying in control as he pulls Page to his feet and locks on
a Side Head Lock, The patented Gibson Hayes Noogies!

CL: Once again complete disrespect for his opponent!

[Hayes releases the Side Head Lock and drives Page to the mat with a
quick Clothesline! Page hits the mat hard but he quickly sits up ...]

FH: And Hayes with a Drop Kick to the back of Page's head!




ONE ...




TWO ...

CL: And once again Page fights his way out of the pin fall.

FH: What is it with these young kids? Don't they know when they are
beaten?

[Hayes begins to pull Page to his feet but Page grabs Hayes by the
head and drops to his knees driving the jaw of Hayes into the skull of
Page with a Jawbreaker. Hayes grabs his jaw in pain as Page stands to
his feet and drives a right hand into the jaw of Hayes, he follows up
with a second and a third staggering the champion back into the
corner. Page drives a swift knee into the mid section of Hayes
doubling him over and slaps on a Front Face Lock. In a swift motion he
runs up the second and top turnbuckle pushing himself off and spiking
the Network Champion's head into the mat.]

CL: TORNADO DDT!




ONE ...




TWO ...




THREE ???

CL: UNBELIEVABLE! GIBSON HAYES JUST GETS HIS RIGHT SHOULDER UP!

[Jeremiah slams the mat in frustration and leaps to his feet. He
drives an elbow into the chest of Gibson Hayes before once again
ascending to the top rope. Flashbulbs go off throughout the arena as
Jeremiah leaps off with a picture perfect 450 Splash! But the crowd
lets forth a moan as Gibson Hayes gets his knees up just as Page
crashed down upon him. Page rolls to the side holding his rib cage and
chest in pain as Hayes slowly once again stands to his feet. Hayes
quickly drops to his knees grabbing Page by the throat and begins to
choke the life out of him. At the count of four Pearson pulls Hayes
off of Page and warns him not to do that again. Hayes though just
shoves Pearson to the side and drops a knee across the head of
Jeremiah Page. Page is suddenly pulled to his feet by Hayes. Hayes
slaps Page across the face as the crowd begins to boo loudly, as out
from the entrance way walks the "Badboy" Randy Acorn.]

FH: Oh my prayers have been answered! He's out here to fire you Chip!

CL: What!?!?!

[Randy Acorn makes his way to ringside all the while never letting his
eyes leave Jeremiah Page, who catches Gibson Hayes off guard with a
right to the jaw. Hayes staggers back as Jeremiah continues his
assault and drives a forearm into the side of Hayes' head forcing him
to the center of the ring. Jeremiah attempts a kick to the mid section
by Hayes catches his leg and Jeremiah suddenly uses leaps and drives
his free leg into the side of Gibson Hayes' head.]

CL: ENZUGIRI! Page just knocked Hayes out!

FH: WHAT?!? NO NO NO!

CL: Page going for the cover!

FH: RANDY ACORN GETTING ON THE APRON AND PEARSON IS GETTING INTO HIS
FACE!

[Acorn jaw jacking with Jim Pearson as Page has Hayes covered in the
center in the ring. Page looks up and sees what is going on with Acorn
and Pearson and he stands up. As he does so Hayes also gets up and
spins Page around.]

CL: WHAT!?! How is Hayes up already?!

FH: He was playing dead ... TIME OUT!! Hayes just tossed salt into the
eyes of Page and the referee didn't see it. Hayes with a swift kick to
the gut as Randy Acorn drops off of the apron ...

[Hayes locks on Front Chancery and quickly executes a Snap Cradle
Suplex on Jeremiah Page.]

FH: RED LINE!




ONE ...




TWO ...




THREE !!!


<<< DING DING >>>



FH: HAYES WINS! HAYES WINS! And retains his championship!

CL: All thanks to the outside assist of Randy Acorn!

[Randy Acorn smirks as he back pedals up the entrance way pointing his
thumbs at his SSN T-shirt.]

FH: Don't be mad cause Hayes' assist was better than that of the
masked snake kid...

CL: The Dragon Kid!

FH: Same difference!

CL: Let's grab a quick word from Made Men.

[In the backstage locker room sits one half of the Made Men, Nick
"Always" Wright.  He is seated on a bench, quietly (especially for
him) preparing for his upcoming match with Rob Magnum and Tommy Ryder.
Alone.]

[He checks his boots and begins to put athletic tape on his hands.]

SSSSRRRKKKK!  RIIIP!

[He binds the tape in silence, until the stillness of the room is
broken by the locker room door opening.  The camera swings around to
show the figure of his partner, "Pokerface" Mark Masterson.  Head
down, he remains in the doorway.]

NW: (Regarding Masterson casually...) Mark.

MM: Nicky.

NW:  Coming in?

MM: (entering, as if he were waiting to be asked) Yeah.

NW:  Are you ready for tonight?  Are WE ready for tonight?

MM: ... I am.  Will you be?  With Laurel likely at ringside?

NW:  I'll manage.

MM: (quickly) You need to more than just manage, Nick.

NW: I know, I know.

MM: Knowing and doing are different things.  We go out there, we need
to know where we stand, with ourselves, and with each other.  Are we
cool?  Are we Made?

[Masterson hold out a hand to Wright.  With a moment's hesitation,
Wright takes his partner's hand.  They smack each other on the
shoulders and exit the locker room together.]

CL: Nick Wright's mind hasn't been in the game for quite some time.

FH: Don't worry about Nick Wright he will be just fine.

HD: Introducing first ....  at a combined weight of four-hundred and
fifty five pounds...

"Pokerface" Mark Masterson

and

Nick "Always" Wright


The Made Men !!!



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

CL: Nick Wright's head doesn't seem to be totally there.

FH: Again, don't worry about Nick Wright.

HD: Thier opponents ... Introducing first from Detroit, Michigan ....
Weighing in at three-hundred and seventy one pounds ...


Here is ...

"No Worries" Rob Magnum !!!


["Bad to the Bone" By George Thorogood and the Destroyers blast over
the PA system ... The seven foot monster comes out in black leather
pants that mesh into a black spandex top that has "No Worries"
scribbled across it in gold cursive, black boots, and also black elbow
pads that read "RM" in gold on the back...  The seven footer slaps the
hands of the fans and turns mid aisle and waits for his partner.]

HD: His partner ... Accompanied to the ring by the lovely, "Lady"
Laurel Levinger .... Standing in at five foot nine and weighing
in at one hundred and nintey five pounds....


Here is ...


"THE PHENOM" ....



TOMMY RYDER !!!




["Obsession" by  Animotion blasts over the PA system as "Lady" Laurel
Levinger walks down to ringside to present Tommy, posing with one arm
pointing to the entrance and the other in the air.]

FH: The loud mouth of the duo.

[The music changes to Headstrong by Trapt...   Tommy comes out when he
hears "Back off..." in his music.  Trotting to the ring, he pumps his
arms and shakes hands with as many of the fans as he joins Rob Magnum
and the duo make their way to the ring.]



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	Tag Team Action, 30 Minute Time Limit:
	Rob Magnum & Tommy Ryder
	v. Made Men

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<<<  DING DING   >>>



CL: Okay, we have Rob Magnum and Nick Wright starting things off,
here, in this tag-team match. Tommy Ryder and Rob Magnum have been on
a winning streak ever since teaming up and, tonight, they hope it will
pay off in big way here tonight.

FH: Aww - this isn't gonna be one of those scientific, technical
matches, is it?

CL: These two teams certainly have a lot of wrestling ability between
them, Fred, so I would imagine that we may well see a match of that
type here tonight...

FH: Oh boy...

CL: Collar-and-elbow tieup, Nick Wright with a slight size
disadvantage, and he comes out on top! Nick Wright clamps on a side-
headlock...

Rob Magnum backs his smaller opponent into the ropes, firing him
across the ring, and...

CL: Drop-toe hold! Nice escape by Rob Magnum!

FH: Boring!

CL: Hmmph... Rob Magnum, now, on top of Nick Wright with a side
headlock of his own, but it's countered with a head-scisso- no! Rob
Magnum kicks out! Nice exchange between these two...

[Both men are back up, facing one another once again, as the crowd
applauds their excellent display of technical wrestling. They spend a
few moments simply staring at one another, almost in mututal respect,
before reaching out and tagging their respective partners...]

CL: And now we'll see Tommy Ryder and Mark Masterson squaring off...

FH: Whoop-de-doo!

CL: Please, Fred, try and take this seriously...

FH: Take it seriously?! How am I supposed to take this, this snooze-
fest seriously?

[Tommy Ryder and Mark Masterson spend a couple of seconds eyeing one
another, before locking horns in a tie-up of their own, forcing each
other around the ring in a test of strength. Eventually, Tommy Ryder
comes out on top, forcing his opponent into the ropes, before firing
him across...]

CL: Irish whip by Tommy Ryder... Mark Masterson ducks the
clothesline... but gets caught with a big dropkick! Nice elevation by
Tommy Ryder, but Mark Masterson is right back up once again...

FH: Can't they just get this over with quickly?

CL: Mark Masterson rushing in, and he goes up and over with a hip-
toss!

[Mark Masterson bounces back to a standing position, but Tommy Ryder
snares him in a headlock and quickly whips him back to the mat with a
takedown. Applying a basic, step-over arm-breaker submission hold,
Tommy Ryder reaches out and makes the tag, bringing Rob Magnum in over
the top rope...]

CL: Rob Magnum with a leg drop! Rob Magnum just sling-shotted himself
into the ring, and he snapped that leg right across the back of Mark
Masterson's head!

FH: Pin him! Pin him! Put an end to this travesty!

CL: Fred I don't think either team's going to go down without a
fight...

FH: You have to spoil everything for me, don't you, Chip?

CL: Tommy Ryder and Rob Magnum, now, in control of this match-up,
face-locking Mark Masterson... double suplex! Perfect execution by the
team of Ryder and Magnum...

[With Mark Masterson holding his lower back, on the canvas, "No
Worries" drops an elbow into the mid-section, before scooping him up
into his arms, and dropping him across his knee...]

CL: Rob Magnum with a smart back-breaker, and Mark Masterson is in
trouble, here. Cover!




ONE ...




TwO ...




FH: Count faster, ref! We've got a show to save!

CL: Nice resiliency from Mark Masterson...

[Rob Magnum picks up Mark Masterson again without a word of protest to
the referee, and, after a series of stiff, knee-strikes to the gut of
his opponent, loops his arms around his waist, and flips him in a gut-
wrench-style manuever...]

CL: Another tremendous suplex by Rob Magnum... he and Tommy Ryder
showing that they're serious about winning this match against the Made
Men...

FH: Well I wish they'd hurry up and win already!

[With Nick Wright looking on anxiously from across the ring, "No
Worries" brings his partner into the match once again, much to the
delight of the crowd. With Mark Masterson a little groggy, his two
opponents grab him from behind, lift him up, and...]

CL: Double atomic drop! Tommy Ryder and Rob Magnum really showing some
excellent tag-team continuity...

FH: So what? - they hit one double-team move and all of a sudden
they're the best tag-team the world has ever seen? Yeah right, Chip...

CL: But, for a team who's only been together for a couple of months,
they really are showing how talented they really are... double irish
whip sends Mark Masterson across...

[As Mark Masterson rebounds off the ropes, Tommy Ryder and Rob Magnum
link arms, and catch him in the jaw with a tandem reverse elbow.
"Pokerface" is sent sprawling to the canvas and, as Rob Magnum leaves
the ring, his partner drops down and hooks up Mark Masterson in a
lateral press...]

CL: Tommy Ryder with a cover...




ONE ...




TWO ...




THR ---




CL: Mark Masterson kicks out at two-and-a-half! He just won't stay
down...

FH: Well he'd better learn how pretty soon, before this crowd goes to
sleep...

CL: Alright, Fred, we get the point! Would you please just call the
match, now?

FH: What is there to call? It's just... garbage.

CL: Well, it's a shame you can't appreciate the technical skills of
these four men...

FH: Skills?! I don't see any skill here, Chip...

[As the two announcers quibble at their table, Tommy Ryder hauls Mark
Masterson to a standing position and, after nailing him with a few
stiff, forearm shots, backs him into the ropes, and fires him across
the ring. However, as he rebounds, his partner reaches out and slaps
him across the back in a blind tag. The referee, seemingly, is the
only one aware of this exchange, as Tommy Ryder lowers his head and
flips Mark Masterson over in a back drop...]

CL: Great back-body drop from Tommy Ryder, but I think Nick Wright
made the blind tag! Nick Wright comes in, now, waist-locks Tommy
Ryder... german suplex! Wonderful move!

FH: Is he even supposed to be in th- come to think of it, who cares?

CL: Nick Wright, bridging into the pin, this could be all...




ONE ...




TWO ...




THREE ???




[HUGE POP!]




CL: Tommy Ryder got a shoulder up! What action, here, in this tag
match bout on Heatwave!

FH: Are we watching the same match, here, Chip?

[As Mark Masterson stumbles back to the corner, the crowd booing
following Nick Wright's injection of energy into the match, and Tommy
Ryder cradling his head following the suplex, NIck Wright grabs him by
the hair, and lifts him back to his feet, fixing in the headlock,
and...]

CL: "BULLDOG!

FH: Wow. I'm so impressed... a bulldog.

CL: Nick Wright just laid out Tommy Ryder with that bulldog headlock,
and he's going upstairs...

[Tommy Ryder is holding his face, as a fired-up Nick Wright ducks out
of the ring, and climbs the turnbuckles. Mark Masterson, having
recovered slightly, holds Tommy Ryder in position, as, with the crowd
booing wildly, Nick Wright throws himself from the top rope, amidst a
sea of camera flashes...]

CL: DIVING HEADBUTT! NICK WRIGHT CONNECTED!

[With Rob Magnum looking on, anxiously, and Mark Masterson still
slightly disorientated, Nick Wright hooks the leg tightly in a cover,
as the referee slides into position...]

CL: THE COVER! HE'S GOT HIM!




ONE ...




TWO ...




... As his hand is just to make the third and final count "No Worries"
drives across the ring and breaks up the pinfall.




[PINFALL SAVE POP!]




FH: NO why did Magnum have to come in and ruin a good thing.

[All four men are in the ring as they are paired off in opposite
corners. Nick Wright against Tommy Ryder in one corner and in the
opposite corner is Mark Masterson versus Rob Magnum. The Made Men
seemed to have gained control as the irish whip Magnum and Ryder at
each other but at the last possible second Tommy Ryder slides
inbetween Rob Magnum legs to avoid the collison between the two.
Magnum momentum leads him charging right at Nick Wright and he nearly
takes Wright's head off witha clothesline that turns Nick inside out.
On the other side of the ring Ryder and Masterson are exchnging lefts
and rights when Mark goes for a wild haymaker but Tommy side steps it
and Masterson own mometum sends him into a big boot from "No
Worries"...]

FH: Look who has his made way out to ringside...

[All of a sudden The Mercenary is walking down the aisle way.  Rob "No
Worries" Magnum see's it and tells Ryder that he will take care of The
Mercenary and tells Ryder to finish the match. Magnum steps over the
top ropes and The Mercenary is now face to face with No Worries. The
two men are exchanging words when all of a sudden Magnum throws are a
hard right hand and The Mercenary retaliates with a right haymaker of
his own. These two big men on the outside throwing right haymakers at
one another...]

CL: Why hasn't the referre thrown this match out?

FH: Well correct me if I am wrong but this is going on outside of the
ring and you can't gets disqualified unless if it happens inside the
ring. Plus Rob Magnum approached The Mercenary who knows maybe Merc
just wanted to get a better view of the match...

CL: WoW you actually know the rules of wrestling I am impressed...

FH: Yeah that's what your sister said last night also...

CL: Wait how do you know my sister?!?

FH: It's a long story but we have a wrestling match to call...

[Tommy Ryder is now stomping away at Nick Wright. Mark Masterson is
sneaking up behind Tommy Ryder. Meanwhile "Lady" Laurel Levinger has
slides in the ring behind Mark Masterson and is about to give him a
low blow when all of a sudden "Pokerface" turns around...]

FH: Laurel Levinger just got her hands caught in the cookie jar...

[Mark Masterson begins to stare her down and starts walking towards
"Lady" Laurel Levinger. On the opposite side of the ring Tommy Ryder
was just thrown shoulder first into the ring post. Nick "Always"
Wright runs over to Masterson and steps in between them. Nick is
pleading with Mark not to harm "Lady" Laurel Levinger.  Wright pushes
Masterson away and goes over to "Lady" Laurel Levinger to reassure
her...]

FH: GO GET A HOTEL ROOM!!!

CL: Look at the happy couple...

[Nick Wright takes "Lady" Laurel Levinger out of the corner and is
holding her hand... Laurel reaches back with a big right ...]


"___ThWAAAAAAP__"


CL: You go girl!!!!

FH: She can't do that!?!

CL: She _just_ did!

[Wright looks a little hurt when suddenly Wright DDTs "Lady" Laurel
Levinger to kingdom come.  Mark Masterson pats Nick's shoulder as
Wright stands over Laurel just staring down at her with ice cold
eyes.]

FH: Now that is the Nick Wright that we have come to love...

CL: He just her an innocent LADY for no reason...

FH: NO REASON Lady was about to make sure Mark wasn't going to have
any kids...

[Tommy Ryder is up and livid  and charges at both Made Men. Tomym
takes them both down with a clotheslines. Nick Wright gets up and is
sent right back down with a dropkick to the jaw. Masterson gets up and
Ryder hits an arm drag on him. Wright gets up a second time and Ryder
hurricanran's him into the next week. As Tommy Ryder is getting the
crowd behind him Mark Masterson sneaks in from behind and low blows
Tommy Ryder. Tommy falls to the mat like a ton of bricks gasping for
air...]

CL: OH and wait let me guess that was fair....

FH: You know what they say. Turn about is fair play....

[The Mercenary and Rob Magnum are still exchanging stiff rights to one
another on the outside of the ring as The Made Men are in the ring and
are talking strategy. Masterson picks Tommy Ryder up into the double-
handed choke setup for The Unmaking as Nick Wright climbs to the top
rope.  Nick Wright jumps off the top ropes and hits his lariat as
Tommy Ryder does about a 360 degree flips before landing on the mat.]

FH: THE UNMAKING...

[Mark Masterson stands over "Lady" Laurel Levinger while Nick Wright
pins Tommy Ryder with only the slightest hint of a smile...]




ONE ...




TWO ...




THREE !!!




... _JUST_ After the three count Rob Magnum returns back in the ring
before Made Men can do any more damage as the Made Men join The
Mercenary on the outside as Rob Magnum glares up pointing to three
saying this is far from over. Tommy Ryder is trying to crawl over to
"Lady" Laurel Levinger to make sure she is okay.

CL: I hope Lady is okay she hasn't move since she got hit with that
DDT.

FH: She shouldn't be anywhere near a wrestling ring. LAdy needs to be
in the KITCHEN...

CL: She gave Nick Wright something to remember.

FH: Just like a woman always wanting to play rough.

CL: Wait a minute... who is that?

[Camera cuts to a shot of a man sitting at ringside. A _BIG_ man. He's
wearing a black dress shirt. He has long black hair pulled back into a
ponytail, and a telling scar that runs from above the center of his
right eye all the way down to his chin.]

FH: What the? Oh my Lord. Is that who I think it is?

[The man notices the camera is on him, but ignores it. Fans in the
arena seem to notice him, and we get a mix of cheers and boos.]

CL: Well, the fans recognize him, and I must say, he does look
familiar.

FH: He should. That's Marcus Manson! The Misery Machine. Former UEW
Television Champion, Former UEW Ultimate Tag Team Champion. Winner of
the _FIFTY MAN_ UEW Rumble In The Bronx Battle Royal!

CL: Impressive list of accomplishments.

FH: I would be more worried about his former alliance. He was a
_FOUNDING MEMBER_ of the Original Widowmakers Inc!

CL: But what's he doing here at Heatwave?

FH: Looks to me like he's enjoying ringside seats. But I wouldn't want
to be sitting next to him. That man has a mean streak a mile long, and
has quite possibly seriously injured and retired more people than
anyone in professional wrestling.

CL: With time running out we still have quite a few matches to go!
Let's go backstage where Dragon Kid is preparing for his match.

[It's right before belltime as we catch up with The Dragon Kid
backstage at the Toyota Sports Center. Standing in front of a PVW
banner, he is currently wearing a non-descript grey tank-top and his
ring tights.]

DK: Tucson Kid, watashi tachi ha 5 tsuki ni The Prophets of Rage haibu
nitaisuru tatakai o kanari yuushi ta

(Subtitle: Tucson Kid, we had quite a fight against The Prophets of
Rage back in May.)

DK: watashi ha kesshite meiyo ga anata no satsu paatonaa toshite
watashi ni sonchou suru tame ni shimeshi ta koto o wasure te i nai shi

(Subtitle: I'll never forget the honor and respect you showed to me as
your tag partner.)

DK: shikashi ima kore ha nochi de 3 kagetsu de ari, watashi tachi ha
sorezore tassei suru beki watashi tachi no jishin no mokuteki o
yuusuru. anata no tame ni, sore ha Widowmakers Inc you na okubyoumono
ni watashi ga watashi no hitobito, amerika no hitobito no choushou o
omo ni shi te iru hito, PVW Network Title - kare jishin o Gibson Hayes
to yobu kono hito to arasowa nakere ba nara nai ma, taisho shi te

(Subtitle: But now this is three months later and we each have our own
goals to achieve. For you, it is dealing with cowards like Widowmakers
Inc while I must contend with a man who is making a mockery of my
people, the people of America and most of all, the PVW Network Title -
this man who calls himself Gibson Hayes.)

DK: kono macchi ha watashi ga watashi tachi no koko no tankyuu no sono
tsugi no basho ni tsuku houhou o sadame nakere ba nara nai kousa douro
de aru

(Subtitle: This match is the crossroad at which we both must determine
how to get to that next place in our individual quests.)

DK: watashi ha hi o koe te kesshite mi nai shi, kashikokattara, Tucson
Kid onaji o suru

(Subtitle: I never see beyond the day and if you were wise, Tucson
Kid, you would do the same.)

[The Dragon Kid bows to the camera as we fade out]

[The ever-familiar strains of "Born To Be Wild" by Steppenwolf begin
to  crank out from the PA. The fans raise to their feets for the
exciting youngster]

HD: INTRODUCING FIRST...

COMING DOWN THE AISLE, FROM TUCSON, ARIZONA... WEIGHING IN AT TWO-
HUNDRED TWENTY-THREE POUNDS...

...THE TUCSON 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 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 **REACTION**. He
then hops down into the ring, and starts limbering up.

HD: AND HIS OPPONENT...

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

THIS IS THE DRAGONNNNNN KIIIIIID!!!!

[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 the Dragon Kid's fans cheer!!]


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	One on One, 25 Minute Time Limit:
	Dragon Kid
	v. The Tucson Kid

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<<<  DING DING   >>>


CL: There's the bell and we are underway in this match up.

[The Tucson Kid walks across the ring and offers to shake the Dragon
Kid's hand.]

FH: Oh you have got to be kidding me.  If neither of them takes this
opportunity then I'm going to be very disappointed.

CL: Fred, these are two upstanding wrestlers and it shows a lot that
they'd shake hands at the start of the match.

[After a quick handshake the two wrestlers spring back and begin to
circle one another.]

[The Dragon Kid sends a few lightening fast kicks at the Tucson Kid
trying to catch him off guard.  None of the kicks manage to connect,
but the Tucson Kid throws a few punches back at the Dragon Kid missing
by inches.]

CL: Both competitors trying to find an opening.

[The Dragon Kid bounces off the ropes fast at the Tucson Kid, but the
Tuscon Kid goes for a drop toe hold.  Just as the Tucson Kid is about
to trip the legs of the Dragon Kid, he dives into a forward roll to
avoid the move.]

CL: Dragon Kid right on top of things as he avoids the drop toe hold
and...



"__CRAAACK__"



FH: Now that is showing ring presence.

CL: I can't disagree with you.  As Tucson started to stand up, the
Dragon Kid came around with a spinning kick that caught him right on
the jaw.

CL: The Dragon Kid not missing a chance to press the advantage goes
right after Tucson.

[The Dragon Kid quickly whips Tucson to the ropes and doubles the Kid
over with a stiff kick to the mid section.]

CL: The Tucson Kid is doubled over as the Dragon Kid moves in and it
looks like he's going for a verticle suplex.

[As the Dragon Kid lifts Tucson for the suplex, Tucson flips over and
counters the move with an armdrag.]

CL: Excellent counter by the Tucson Kid!

FH: I have to say it's hard to suplex that boy.

[The Tucson Kid wastes no time as he moves in jabbing the Dragon kid
with two lefts to the jaw followed by a hard right that reels the
Dragon Kid.]

CL: Tucson staying right on top of the Dragon as he grabs him for his
own suplex attempt.



"__SLAAAM__"



[The Tucson Kid lands a slingshot suplex that leaves the Dragon Kid
laying in the middle of the ring.]

CL: Someone is coming out of the back and down to ringside.

FH: That's not someone, that's Gibson Hayes the PVW Network Champion!
Pay more attention.

[Neither competitor in the ring notices the new player as the Tucson
Kid grabs the Dragon Kid and sends him to the turnbuckle.]



"__THUUUD__"



CL: Dragon lands hard in the turnbuckle and Tucson rushes right in.

FH: It looks like Hayes has a clipboard.  I think he's here to check
out the competition.

[The Tucson Kid pulls the Dragon out of the corner with a big monkey
flip, but the Dragon Kid lands on his feet.]

CL: Tucson gets to his feet, but he wasn't expecting the Dragon Kid to
be right there.

[This time the Dragon Kid sends the Tucson Kid to the turnbuckle to
attempt a monkey flip of his own.]



"__BAAAM__"



CL: The Dragon Kid DOES hit his monkey flip on the Tucson kid.

[Hayes seems to be trying to point out flaws in the Dragon Kid's
monkey flip.]

FH: The Dragon Kid should be thrilled that a champion is taking the
time to help him improve his technique.

CL: The Dragon Kid pressing his advantage moves right in to send
Tucson back to the ropes...

[Tucson keeping his presence of mind comes back at the Dragon Kid with
a Thez press, but the Dragon Kid is one step ahead as he lifts Tucson
and steps back to deliver a hotshot.]

CL: The Tucson Kid does not go down from the hotshot!

FH: I'm stunned.  No really, I'm stunned.

[The Dragon Kid goes behind the Tucson Kid for a school boy roll up.
Before the referee can count, the Tucson Kid is up and grabs the
Dragon Kid with a small package.  Again the referee is unable to get
the first count before the Dragon Kid breaks free, drives his
shoulders into the backs of Tucson's knees and forces his shoulders to
the mat.]


ONE...


TWO...


***FACE POP***


CL: Tucson up, but the Dragon Kid is right there as he goes behind
Tucson hooking both arms.



"__CRAAASH__"



CL: Beautiful tiger suplex!


ONE...


TWO...


***FACE POP***


FH: You have to appreciate the Dragon Kid trying to take advantage of
the Tucson Kid being disoriented from that exchange, but it's still
too early to seriously expect a three count.

[Gibson Hayes makes notes on his clip board while shaking his head.]

CL: The Dragon Kid is starting to take notice of Gibson Hayes standing
at ringside.

FH: He doesn't seem to be to happy with it either.

CL: Dragon is the first to get back onto offense here and it looks
like he's going for a side Russian leg sweep.



"__THUUUD__"




"__SMAAASH__"



CL: That was so fast you could have missed it and the Dragon Kid was
up and came down with an elbow drop in one fluid motion.

FH: Looks like Gibson Hayes is still unhappy with what he sees from
the Dragon.

CL: I don't know what else he could want, the Dragon Kid is in control
of things here.

[The Dragon Kid is standing with his back to the prone Tucson Kid
making some kind of hand gestures to Gibson Hayes.]

FH: He needs to stay focused on the Tucson Kid and not pay attention
to Hayes right now.

CL: Standing moonsault!  I think he's paying all the attention that he
needs to!

[The Dragon Kid quickly gets to his feet and dashes over to Hayes.
Hayes takes a step back and gets ready for the blow, but the Dragon
Kid turns around running back to the still prone Tucson Kid.]

CL: Running shooting star press by the Dragon Kid!  He could be
looking to put Tucson away now.


ONE...


TWO...


***FACE POP***


[Gibson Hayes motions to his mouth like he is getting bored with the
match.]

CL: Dragon Kid wasting no time climbs to the top turnbuckle and takes
to the air!



"__CRAAASH__"



FH: That's why the high risk stuff doesn't pay off in the end.

CL: Dragon Kid was attempting a corkscrew leg drop, but the Tucson Kid
moves out of the way!

[Gibson Hayes makes his way over to the announcers' table.]

GH: You know, after suffering through this sort of travesty to the
American way of life, I think the fans of PVW should be rewarded so
the winner of this horrible experiment in aversion therapy will get a
match from me, Gibson Hayes!

CL: Seriously?

FH: I don't think he's paying attention to you, but Gibson Hayes is a
man of his word.

CL: Oookay, let's get back to calling this match.  Both wrestlers are
getting back to their feet and the Dragon Kid is right back at Tucson!

FH: It's Deja Vu all over again!

CL: Literally.



"__SMAAASH__"



[The Dragon Kid went for his Deja Vu head scissors takedown, but on
the  second revolution the Tucson Kid dropped to his knees slamming
the Dragon Kid to the mat.]

CL: Amazing counter by the Tucson Kid as he is once again showing life
in this match up!

FH: It's about time.

CL: Tucson trying to shake the cobwebs out kicks the Dragon Kid in the
head as he tries to get back to his feet.

FH: That's what I like to see!  Go old fashion aggression.

CL: Tucson rushing the Dragon Kid, jumps and lands on his shoulders.
The Tucson Kid's weight is too much for the Dragon Kid to stand
through as they both go down and yes!  Tucson lands the Wild Ride.

FH: Would you pick a side and stay with it?

CL: Our job is to stay neutral and that's what I do!  Tucson with his
own fast elbow drop on the Dragon Kid.

[The Tucson Kid pulls the Dragon Kid to his feet landing one, two
three forearm shots to the kead of the Dragon before scooping him up
for a body slam.]

CL: Tucson to the far ropes as the Dragon Kid works to regain his
footing.



"__SLAAAM__"



[The Tucson Kid levels the Dragon Kid with a one hand bullbog.]

CL: The Tucson Kid is making an amazing comeback here!

FH: Now he just needs to keep from messing it up.

[The Tucson Kid motions to the fans, who are on wild with cheers,
giving the Dragon Kid that moment he needed to pull himself together.]

CL: The Dragon Kid comes back to life with a fast boot to the mid
section and he's grabbing the Tucson Kid for a DDT, wait!

[The Tucson Kid shoves the Dragon off and goes behind him with a
waistlock in an attempt at a back suplex, but the Dragon Kid breaks
the grip and goes behind the Tucson Kid to put him into a full
nelson.]

CL: It looks like were going to see a dragon suplex!

[Before the Dragon Kid can go back with the move, the Tucson Kid lands
a hard back kick on the knee of the Dragon forcing him to release the
hold.]

CL: Neither man can seem to pull ahead in this battle for control!

FH: This is what happens when both men do their homework!

[Tucson trying to pull out the advantage tries to hook in a hip toss,
but gets a fast punch to the ribs for his effort.  The Dragon Kid
quickly grabs the Tucson Kid around the arms and waist for a belly to
belly suplex.]



"__CRAAACK__"



FH: That's using your head!



"__SLAAAM__"



CL: The Tucson Kid countered the belly to belly attempt with a big
headbutt and followed that with a face buster!

[Gibson Hayes has now moved away from the announcers and is handing
out buttons and stickers to the crowd.]

CL: Tucson pulling the Dragon Kid to his feet, takes a step back and
with a quick stutter-step forward lands a cross chop to the throat of
the Dragon Kid.

FH: Ah yes.  The good old Tucson Two-step.

CL: The what?

FH: Hey you do your job and I'll do mine.

CL: Uh huh.  Tucson wasting no time as he grabs the Dragon Kid and
sends him to the ropes one more time.



"__BOOOOM__"



FH: That's the kind of power slam I like to see!  Plant them in the
mat with authority!

[The Tucson Kid climbs the turnbuckle as he faces the crowd.]

CL: It looks like the Tucson Kid is going for High Noon!

[The Tucson Kid leaps from the turnbuckle getting incredible elevation
on his moonsault!  The Dragon Kid manages to roll out of the way, but
the Tucson Kid got such elevation on that moonsault that he has time
to land on his feet to recover.]

CL: Nice recovery by Tucson.

FH: But he's stumbling!

[The Dragon Kid, not one to miss an opportunity, throws a spinning leg
lariat at the Tucson kid.]



"__SMAAASH__"



CL: Tucson avoids the leg lariat and counters with a tilt-a-whirl
backbreaker!

FH: I'll give Tucson credit, that's really keeping your wits right
there.

CL: Tucson going back to the top of the turnbuckle.

FH: Didn't he just miss a high risk move?

CL: Looks like Tucosn is going to fly!

[As Tucson motions to jump, the Dragon Kid once again moves out of the
way, but this time Tucson was ready for it as he did not leave the
turnbuckle from the jump.]



"__CRAAACK__"



CL: Tucson faked the slap in order to get the Dragon Kid to reaction
and then came down with a double axe handle as the Dragon Kid was
getting to his feet!

FH: Tucson has really upped his game tonight.  I'm seeing some real
potential here.

[The Tucson Kid picks up the Dragon Kid for a vertical suplex, but the
Dragon blocks the move.  The Dragon Kid lands a couple of solid
punches to the ribs of the Tucson Kid before trying a suplex of his
own.]

CL: The Dragon Kid has managed to turn this suplex around and lifts
Tucson high into the air!  Wait, Tucson is countering mid suplex
again!

[Not to be fooled twice in the same match with the same move, the
Dragon Kid sticks a knee out and yanks the Tucson Kid down for a
backbreaker!]

CL: Tremendous sense of mind there by the Dragon Kid to get back into
this match!

FH: That's not called sense of mind, it's called desperation.

CL: Dragon Kid trying to capitalize sends the Tucson Kid to the ropes!

[The Tucson Kid turns the rope toss around and drops the Dragon Kid
with a high knee to the face on his way back.]

FH: That is sense of mind.

[The Dragon Kid struggles to his feet, wobbling, only to be met by a
series of fast punches by the Tucson Kid.]

CL: Punch after punch thrown by the Tucson Kid.

FH: That's what you call raining punches on someone.

[The Tucson Kid stops the punches as the Dragon Kid is left reeling in
the middle of the ring.  Pulling himself together the Dragon Kid fires
a spinning kick to the head that the Tucson Kid barely manages to
avoid.]

CL: Flying forearm by Tucson drops the Dragon Kid one more time!

FH: The odd thing there was that if the Dragon Kid hadn't thrown that
kick the Tucson Kid wouldn't have been able to come at him with that
forearm.

CL: The Dragon Kid slumps back into the turnbuckle and the Tucson Kid
charges in.

[The Dragon Kid manages to get a boot up staggering the Tucson Kid.
Tucson goes down to a jumping side kick from the Dragon Kid.]

CL: Dragon Kid climbs to the top turnbuckle.

FH: That high risk garbage hasn't been go to either of them today.

[Before the Dragon Kid can make a move the Tucson Kid runs up the
turnbuckle behind him.]



"__CRAAASH__"



CL: Tremendous belly to back suplex off the top by the Tucson Kid!

FH: I told you.  That high risk stuff will cost you in the end.

[The Tucson Kid is quick to recovery and pulls the Dragon Kid to his
feet.]

CL: Tucson whips the Dragon Kid to the turnbuckle and follows right
behind him.  Looks like we're going to see a Whiplash!

[At the last moment, the Dragon Kid ducks down and the Tucson Kid goes
sailing over the top to the areana floor!]

CL: The Dragon Kid taking a moment to catch his breath as the Tucson
Kid is getting to his feet on the outside.  Dragon Kid in motion as
he's going for a suicide dive.

FH: This could be the end here.



"__SMAAACK__"



FH: YEEESSS!  Boot to the head!

CL: The Tucson Kid not as dazed as he looked as he lands a solid boot
straight to the face of the Dragon Kid!

[The Tucson Kid wastes no time as he rolls the Dragon Kid back into
the ring.]

FH: I'm thinking it's academic after that.

CL: The Dragon Kid is struggling to get to his feet as the Tucson Kid
is just waiting for the right moment.  Tucson springs into action and
TUCSON EXPRESS!!! This one is over!


ONE...


TWO...


THREE!!!

CL: The Tucson Kid pulls off a big win here.

FH: I smell good things for him in the future.

CL: Tucson is helping the Dragon Kid to his feet and again offers to
shake hands.

FH: What's with all of the hand shaking with these guys?  You beat
him.  Point, laugh, collect your money and leave.

CL: Maybe these two have that little something called honor?

[The Dragon Kid grips the Tucson Kid's hand as the shake hands in the
middleof the ring, but the moment is short lived as Gibson Hayes makes
his way into the ring.]

FH: I told you he was a man of his word.

[Gibson climbs into the ring, asking the referee to make sure the
Dragon Kid doesn't try any funny business. Gibson pulls out a single,
long chimney match with a little red bow on it and hands it to the
Tucson Kid.]

GH: I, Gibson Hayes, do hereby give this match to you,the winner of
this  contest, your name is unimportant at this time just like your
career. I figure with this match you may be able to light a fire under
something because obviously inspiring these great Americans here just
is not your forte.

[With that Gibson leaves the ring.]

[The Tucson Kid takes a look at the match before throwing it out to
the fans and heading to the back with the Dragon Kid.]

CL: What a sign of disrespect.   These two exciting superstars tore
down the building and Gibson Hayes came in and showed total lack of
class.

FH: He is our PVW Network Champion and a true American hero.  He can
do whatever he wants.

CL: We have some action in the back!!!

FH: Hopefully it was better then what we just witnessed inside this
ring.

[Cut to the back.  A loud grunting is heard as a pounding rhythm
threatens to bring down the steel door to the locker room in the back
of the Pyramid.]

*DOOM!* *DOOM!* *DOOM!* *DOOM!*

CL: What's going on here?

FH: I might venture a guess Chip, but I really don't want to have to
explain the birds and the bees to ya.

[Finally, swinging open, the door allows a large man in a hockey
jersey to come sailing out, end-over-end.]

Gutch: Eh, 'Stock, the door opens in!  That's why this guy's head
wasn't openin' it!

[Rolling to his back, the man is already wearing the crimson mask.]

CL: Oh my God!  That's Trevor Hextall!  Livestock and the Gutch are
beating the holy hell out of Team Canada.

Gutch: Hey, sorry about this there Mooseboy.  Nothin' personal.  Just
business.

[Stepping over his victim, Gutch looks unconcerned as Hextall begins
to pull himself up from his back using the fat man's slacks.
Shrugging, he hops, and plops down on his ass, squashing him good.]

*SMACK!*

FH: And now we have some Canadian Bacon on the floor.  Oop, sorry, he
was flat and Canadian, and I don't want him on my pizza, but it's
still just Hextall.

CL: Trevor Hextall might have ruptured organs somewhere in that Jersey
after the Gutch landed his ass on the smaller man's stomach!

[Another man in a hockey jersey comes stumbling out, ramming into
Gutch, headfirst, then falling onto the floor.]

Livestock: Dammit Gutch, why are you standing in the doorway?  I
wanted Jablonski to hit the concrete wall!

[Stepping aside, Gutch shows his partner the palms of his hand, then
steps aside as Livestock pulls Bob Jablonski up by the hair, then rams
him face first into the wall.]

*SPLAT!*

Gutch: Ooch!  Tha'ts gotta hurt.

CL: Somebody get security down there!  This is so brutal, they could
face criminal charges for this assault!

FH: Unlikely seeing as they write the contracts...

[Hextall tries feebly to crawl away, only to be sat on by Gutch again,
who, straddling his chest, begins to throttle him brutally, banging
his skull against the floor.]

Livestock: That enough concrete for ya, Bob?  Huh?  Hey, Bob, remember
me?  I don't remember you.  Know why...?  'CAUSE I HAD A *BLEEPING*
CONCUSSION, YOU SON OF A BITCH!

[Jerking him into a standing headscissors, Livestock heaves up as with
a powerbomb, and flips Jablonski into the wall, face first.]

CL: HANGMAN'S GAMBIT INTO THE WALL!  JESUS!  That move can knock a man
unconscious done into a ring rope!

Livestock: What you think of that, huh?  Maybe ... maybe I should show
you a little mercy, huh?  Y'know why?  'Cause, I'm guessing, you just
might have, oh, I dunno, a concussion.

[Hopping up, Livestock jerks on the locker room door, trying to remove
it from it's hinges.  Although it doesn't come off, the doorknob does,
on both ends.  This leaves Livestock with two hand-sized weapons.
Dropping down to straddle Jablonski's back, he begins to batter the
back of the Canadian's head, using the doorknobs as brass knuckles.]

Livestock: And THERE'S a concussion!  And ANOTHER concussion!  And
ANOTHER!  ANOTHER!  ANOTHER!  ANOTHER!  ANOTHER!  ANOTHER!

[At about this point, Gutch stops what he's doing, having rendered
Hextall completely unconscious, and grabs Livestock by the wrists,
pulling him up to a standing position.]

Gutch: Damn, man!  What's gotten into you!?

Livestock: Into me!?  What?  Everybody says we don't have killer
instinct, Gutch.  You think that's true?  Hm?  After we orchestrated
this, I don't think anybody'll ever say it again!

Gutch: Okay, good plan, they didn't see it comin', but still...

Livestock: Concussions can kill you, Gutch.  These bastards KNEW what
they were doing!

Gutch: Okay, all-right, oh, hey...

[Stepping forward, past his partner, Gutch intercepts both security
and a medical crew as they reach the scene.]

Gutch: Gentlemen, your timing stinks, but it's all good now.  These
guys, they need some serious medical attention, and check their green
cards while you're at it.  Oh, and security guys?  You're lookin' for
these two dudes, right?  One's like seven feet, right?  The other's a
little more average, but they're both like, gothic, or ... sorta rock-
and-roller-types, but they went that-a-way, can't miss 'em.

[Looking at each other, the security guys share a collective shrug,
then run off.  Departing the scene while nobody's looking, Livestock
and Gutch share a moment of barely-constrained amusement.]

Livestock: Hey, heh, you did get their green cards off 'em, right?

Gutch: Oh, you better believe it.  All their ID is in my briefcase.
Better yet, that book from the Mexican president on how to get into
the U.S.?  They each have a copy.

Livestock: Hell yes.  That ought to teach 'em a damned lesson...

[This continues on, one can assume, after the cut back to the announce
table.]

CL: What has gotten into Livestock and The Gutch.

FH: See what happens when you break up with Livestock?  All hell
breaks loose!

CL: I don't think it has anything to do with that.

FH: Suit yourself.

CL: It's almost time for the highly anticipated two-minute drill!
Before we get to the ring we have a previous recorded segment with
"The Natural" Mike Castillo.

[ Fade up. Cut to a shot backstage, where swarms of media personnel
and news outlets are gathering in the PVW locker room. The camera
slowly pans to and then over the frenzied crowd. Flashbulbs go off as
they scream their questions towards and unseen competitor. They're
voices overlap as only fragments of questions can be made out in the
ruckus.]

FSN:  You have a big match tonight, what do you think of your chances?
Also...

[ The FSN reporter's voice is barely audible through the thicket of
shrills voices.]

ESPN: ...rumors say that you have been denied any formal shot at a PVW
Title due to...

[ The reporter from ESPN2 doesn't fare much better in being heard.
It's these kind of nights that anger this great competitor. He hates
the media gorilla.]

RP1: In just a few minutes, you'll fight eleven other competitors for
a shot at...

[ Stupid meat monkeys, they wouldn't know a story if it slapped them
across the face and called them mama. The camera climbs to the focal
point of this madhouse. The stylishly coif of a familiar face.]

RP2: Is it true that you've been seen with PVW superstar and former
champion...

[ Can't let the cat out of the bag just yet. Play it close to the
chest, champ. The camera comes up to a stoic and bronzed figure of
'The Natural' Mike Castillo. The pile of human scum he knows as the
media circus hover over him as he sits on a blue plastic bench running
along the lockers.]

RP3: Is there hatred between you and the PVW locker room already due
to your...

[ The stone face of the concentrated warrior is broken by a look of
befuddlement. You waited for it, now he speaks.]

MC: What was that? You want to know about hate? Let me tell you about
hate -- this goddamn promoter you have here down in PVW _HATES_ Mike
Castillo! How else could you explain me being passed over for a title
shot?

Let me say this, all that PVW has done is avoiding my title reign for
now, is cost themselves another champion! I swear to everything holy
that this promotion will learn that you don't spit into the wind, you
don't challenge a grizzly bear to a drunken brawl, and you _DO NOT_
cross 'The Natural'! However, there is one man I have wanted to listen
exceptionally close... Eric Williams.

For months now you have polluted the PVW product with your meaningless
drivel and slow-witted productions.

You claim to make others 'famous'? Seriously, Eric, the only thing you
have made famous is the channel-changing button on remote controls
around this country. You are a ratings-killer, Mr. Williams -- and I
plan on knocking you so far back down the ladder that you'll need an
excavating team to dig yourself out! Cherish these days as if they
were your last, son... they very may well be.

[ A hush falls over the media crowd. Castillo's eyes dart around the
room, waiting for the next dim reporter to spout the question that
will end in their neck being snapped. No takers? Very well, he
speaks.]

MC: You will all learn, just like countless others have learned; When
you step between those ropes and goes heads-up with 'The Natural' --
you're stepping into the ring with the very best!

THERE IS _NO ONE_ BETTER THAN MIKE CASTILLO!

Don't believe me? I dare anyone in this damn locker room to test me
and prove me right! In the end, there will be two things in this world
you know to be true --

      ONE; A bullet through the brain can kill you.

      TWO; So can 'The Natural' Mike Castillo!

I'm the best thing smoking in Phoenix right now and there ain't a man
in this building that can prove any different -- especially not that
pack of losers I'll face tonight! They are the poster children for
abstinence, not professional athletes.

[ Castillo slows himself, just a bit, still not wavering on his
insult-laden tirade against the eleven 'men' he'll face tonight in a
big 'Come as your Are' Brawl.]

MC: I watch those other guys try and carry out what they call
'talents' and I can't help but wonder how perfect they'd look in a
commercial advertisement for safe sex. Picture it folks, you are
watching about 30 seconds of footage of these guys move around the
ring when suddenly a distinguished voice says.

'Please, don't do *this* to the world. Practice abstinence.'

Hahaha, it fits, don't it. I'm better than them all... TRUST ME! After
tonight, you will all...

BELIEVE THE HYPE!

[ The stunned crowd waits in deathly silence, does he have your
attention now? Mike Castillo tosses his belongings into a red duffel
bag and shoves them into his locker. The crowd can't help but stand
and watch as he cuts through the crowd and heads to ring for his
latest, so-called, test. Fade down to black, oh yea, you
knew that was coming, right?]

CL: Geez... What has gotten into The Natural?

FH: See what happens when you give him a lack of respect.  I'd watch
your tongue around him if I were you Chip.  You already pissed Randy
Acorn off.

CL: Well ...  Nevermind.

FH: Smart answer.

HD: It's time for the choose your Tradition match, two minute drill!

[POP!]

HD: Introducing first from Tejada, Mexico... Standing at six feet one
and weighing in at two hundred and thirty two pounds... Acompanied to
the ring by Cosita.

Here is ...

El Hijo Del Sol !!!


[The arena lights go down.  The beat of a base drum thumps louder and
louder. 8 beats play until the crowd hears ­ ³One More Time².  A
ninth, tenth and eleventh beat respectively plays with each word.  A
red light overhead turns on simultaneously with each beat along with
flares coming up from the stage until the last flare on the word
Œtime¹ lets out with a sonic blast as ŒOne More Time¹ by Daft Punk
explodes through the sound system.  Standing at the smoke filled
entrance filled, banging his fist in the air to the rhythm of
the music is El Hijo Del Sol.  His valet Cosita leads the way in one
of her sexy, tight red dresses.  The lights from the entrance hall
cuts a path through the darkness of the arena as the figure that is El
Hijo Del Sol ­ begins his decent towards the squared circle.]

CL: The Mexican sensation has the unfortunte spot of being the first
entrant to the two-minute drill.

FH: Let's see who the other misfortunute one will be.

HD: The second entrant is from Allentown , Pennsylvaina ...  Weighing
in at two-hundred and fifteen pounds...

Here is ...

"Showtime" Rick Marley !!!

[MASSIVE BOO'S!]


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



[The arena lights dim as "Sympathy for the Devil" by The Rolling
Stones begins to play over the PA system.  After a moment, "Showtime"
Rick Marley emerges from the back to a chorus of boos.  The dark
haired wrestler is wearing dark long legged trunks with the word
"Showtime" stenciled across the butt and with blue-ish white spotlight
streaks up the legs, along with a black WMI t shirt.

He walks unhurredly down towards the ring, ignoring the boos, insults
and threats from those in attendance until he is about 15 feet from
the ring, at which point he sprints the distance, sliding under the
bottom rope, striding across the squared circle to climb to the second
rope in front of the announcer's table, where he raises both hands to
the crowd...]

CL: Rick Marley is the second guy in the two-minute drill.

FH: If anyone can overcome the second spot to win... It's Rick Marley.




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

	Two Minute Drill Challenge:
	Storyteller, Mike Castillo, Eric Williams, Spectre,
	RJ Souza, Randy Acorn, William Craven, El Hiji Del Sol,
	Chase Williams, Outlaw, Rick Marley, and Vandal Gomez

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



<<<  DING DING   >>>


CL: The bell has been sounded and we are ready to get this thing
going!


[The two started off with a series of combos.  Both men are light on
their feet and went through a series of reversals.  The Widowmakers
Inc veteran shoved a vicious thumb into the masked eye slot of del
Sol.  He followed up with vicious knife edge chops backing the Mexican
star into the ropes...  Marley went to send del Sol into the ropes,
but it was reversed and Marley was taken down with a springboard
headscissors takedown.  The fans gave El Hijo del Sol a roar of
approval as he dared Marley to get back to his feet and "come on".]

CL: El Hijo del Sol is here to fight tonight.

FH: He who has the last laugh... laughs the loudest.

[Marley scooted backwards into the corner and waited the rest of the
two minutes out...  The Bell dinged and Two orderlies emerge from the
back, each of them pulling one side of a gurney. As the gurney makes
it way out from the back, the orderlies raise it so that The
Storyteller comes into full view. He's strapped down to the gurney by
leather straps, and is also bound with a mask on his face and a
straightjacket. As he's wheeled to the ring, he fights to escape the
restraints.]

CL: The Storyteller is the third man into this two minute drill!

FH: That could be trouble for El Hijo del Sol.

CL: And Rick Marley.

[Reaching the ringside area, the orderlies stop the gurney and undo
the straps, then grab The Storyteller by each arm and forcefully lead
him into the ring. The fans continue their assault, the orderlies try
to quiet them, but it only fuels their fire. The orderlies try to calm
The Storyteller before undoing the jacket, pulling out their "shock
sticks" to threaten him.]

CL: Marley is still in that corner holding onto those ropes.  El Hijo
del Sol is standing in-between both men ready to fight.

FH: We will see just how ready he is.

[With The Storyteller subdued, they release him, then quickly leave
the ring.  The Storyteller turns towards El Hijo del Sol.  del Sol
fires a quick kick...  He unleashes another...  The rocket kicks
didn't seem to have that much of an impact on The Storyteller.  El
Hijo del Sol hits the ropes, but is turned completely INSIDE-OUT by
the six-foot-ten Storyteller.  He stands towering over El Hijo del Sol
as Rick Marley returns to his feet.  Marley looks at the orderlies and
makes a money sign and then cautiously at The Storyteller.]

CL: Is Rick Marley trying to bribe the orderlies?

FH: It looks like he already did!

[Marley begins to put the boots into the side of El Hijo del Sol's
head.  Marley pulls the Mexican superstar up and shoves him towards
The Storyteller who grabs del Sol and begins to viciously bite the
forehead/mask area of del Sol!!!  Marley backs up a bit startled as
The Storyteller bites away...]

CL: Good lord this is flat out brutal!

FH: The Storyteller is looking right at Marley the whole time too....
Creepy!

[Finally The Storyteller lets go as El Hijo del Sol drops to his knee
holding his forehead.  The Storyteller backs up and charges forward
with a BRUTAL KNEE STRIKE....  El Hijo del Sol crumbles to the ground.
Rick Marley springboards off the ropes with an asai moonsault and
quickly rolls off the Mexican sensation with both eyes on The
Storyteller.]

CL: Marley doesn't totally trust The Storyteller.

FH: Money only goes so far Chip.

[Marley pulls El Hijo del Sol up and The Storyteller lifts him up...
Bench presses him high up in the air he calmly walks towards the ropes
and sends him flying to the outside!!!!]

CL: Good lord look at the strength of The Storyteller!

FH: One down... eleven to go.

[With only ten seconds left to go until the next wrestler comes
down... The Storyteller turns towards Rick Marley...  Marley holds his
hands up shaking his head "no".....]

CL: Marley looks to be in trouble.  He is inside the ring with the
unstable Storyteller.

FH: Five seconds.... Come on hurry up clock!

Four ...


Three ...


Two ...


One ...


[Bell dings ... “Space Lord” by Monster Magnet hits the PA system as
the fans go absolutely wild!!!!!!  Rick Marley's jaw drops and you
don't have to be a lip reader to understand the words coming from
Marley's lips....  Out steps ......]

CL: WILLIAM CRAVEN !!!!!!

FH: Marley can't be inside the ring with both The Storyteller and
William Craven.

CL: Sometimes money can't overcome bad luck.

[Out rushes the green monster.... Craven runs through dozens of hands
emerged down the aisle way... He dives under the ropes and wastes no
time!!!!  Craven unleashes a series of rights on The Storyteller....
He swings back and drops the six-foot-ten monster with a huge
haymaker!!!! He turns and Marley goes to dive in-between the ropes to
escape, but Craven catches his foot!!!!  A massive pop comes from the
fans as he begins to drag Marley backwards ...]

FH: He can't do this!!!

CL: Oh, but he is!!!

[Craven turns just in time as The Storyteller was up charging and
_POWERSLAM_!   He pulls The Storyteller up and whips him across with a
ring shaking Irish whip.  The Motor city madman catches him and
_EXPLODER SUPLEX_!]

CL: William Craven is down here to fight!

FH: Craven doesn't want any part of Rick Marley.  That is a death
wish.

[Craven grabs The Storyteller and tips the big man right over the top
ropes eliminating him leaving the ring to just Rick Marley and William
Craven.... Marley is now up in a defense stance...  He screams out
"COME ON YOU SON OF A BITCH!"  Craven turns around slowly with a big
gnarly grin.]

CL: This is eight months in PVW's making...  However their hatred goes
back years.

FH: Rick Marley isn't afraid of Craven anymore.

[The two go to lock up, but Marley escapes through... Craven turns and
charges forward, but Marley again ducks under and escapes through....]

CL: Are you sure about that?

FH: Marley is a genius in there.  Don't question his game plan.

CL: Oh I'm not... However I am questioning you comment that he is no
longer afraid of William Craven any longer.

[After a few more quick weaves by Marley the two minutes go by ....
DING .... "Rain Wizard" - Black Stone Cherry hits the PA as the newly
recruited paralegal to Zeke Craven ... Vandal Gomez steps out.  The
dread locked albino male heads down he aisle and rolls into the ring.
He wastes no time heading towards his bosses brother.]

CL: This is a bit of irony right here.  Gomez works for William
Craven's brother.

FH: And just like clockwork goes after the lesser of two Cravens.

[Craven turns from Marley ..... _FIREBALL_!!!!!!!!!!]

CL: Gomez brought a gift down with him!!!!

FH: Holy crap this guy is nuts!

[Craven rolls on the ground holding the side of his head....  Marley
stands there shocked for a moment then begins putting the boots to the
side of William Craven's head.  Gomez joins in as the two men yank the
Motor city madman up and whip him into the ropes...  Running yakuza
kick by Gomez!!!!  Marley grabs Craven's leg and begins to work on
it.]

CL: Marley begins to chop the tree...  Gomez with a NASTY boot scrape
on the side of Craven's head where he was fire balled just earlier by
Vandal Gomez.

FH: You have to admit that was a genius plan.  Come in and make an
impact in a match with little to no rules.  What are they going to do
DQ Gomez?

[The two work over Craven as the two-minutes expire..... DING !!!!!
Outlaw walks out...  He has a confused look across his face.  He is
dressed in jeans, long sleeve T-shirt, with a regular T-shirt over it,
and skateboard shoes. Oddly enough he still has his xbox 360 headset,
attached to an xbox 360 controller, which Outlaw is carrying with him
to the ring.]

FH: Ummm....

CL: I think Outlaw took the "Come as you are" a little too far.

FH: Ya think?

[Outlaw notices the two on one beat down going on inside the ring and
he rolls in.  Marley drops the leg and turns towards Outlaw ..... ]


"___WOOOOOSH___"


"___WOOOOOSH___"


"___WOOOOOSH___"


"___THWAAAAAP___"


[OMG POP!]


CL: OUTLAW JUST USED THAT XBOX CONTROLLER LIKE A BALL AND CHAIN AND
SMACKED IT UPSIDE RICK MARLEY'S HEAD!!!!!!!

FH: WHAT THE [BLEEP]!

[Gomez turns and with a quick forearm shot... He goes to step Outlaw
up for a suplex, but Outlaw flips out, gives a two fingered salute,
and drops Gomez with a superkick.]

CL: Outlaw is out and he means business!

FH: He still has that headset on his ears... What a clown.

[Gomez stumbles up and Outlaw charges with a high knee lift...  Marley
stumbles up across the ring and Outlaw springboards .... ]

CL: [bleep] CUTTER!!!!!!!

[William Craven is now on his feet...  Outlaw and Craven trade glances
blood and burnt flesh covers the side of Craven's face. Outlaw  Craven
charges towards ... Outlaw drops to his stomach and Craven leaps over
Outlaw SPEARING a getting up Vandal Gomez!!!!]

CL: Listen to these fans roar!!! Craven is getting some revenge on
Vandal Gomez!

FH: Outlaw is pulling Marley to his feet ....

[GROAN POP!]

[Marley with a desperation low blow on Outlaw.]

FH: I guess Outlaw wasn't wearing a "Cup" when he heard about the come
as you are match...

CL: You don't wear a cup when you are playing Halo I guess.

[DING !!!! "Mad Mad World" by 7A3 hit the PA system as "Bad Karma" RJ
Souza takes off down the aisle way.  He dives under the ropes and goes
to grab William Craven off Gomez.  He spins Craven around and Craven
grabs Souza's head and DRILLS it with a massive headbutt...    William
Craven turns back to Gomez and applies a chickenwing, then reaches
around, clasping his hands together solidly behind Gomez's neck, then
LIFTS the him up into the air by that grip.]

CL: THE DEAD ZONE!!!!!

FH: Jesus nothing keeps this animal down.  He stands bloodied with
burnt flesh snarling holding Gomez up nearly breaking his freaking
arm!

CL: Gomez is submitting, but there isn't submissions in this match!

[Craven lets out a roar lifting him higher up with it and sends him
right over the top ropes dropping him to the floor...  He turns to
find Souza and Marley now working on Outlaw.  He charges and
CLOTHESLINES BOTH RICK MARLEY _AND_ RJ SOUZA!!!]

CL: WILLIAM CRAVEN IS IN A FULL RAGE!

FH: Is it safe to be at ring side?

[Outlaw works his way up and turns only to get drilled with a spinning
back fist by Craven....  Craven let's out a massive roar.  He pulls
Souza up and goes to drive down a big fist, but Marley out of nowhere
with a chop block sends Craven down to one knee.]

CL: Heads up move by Marley.

FH: Marley has already wounded that leg from earlier...  This is why
Marley is the man around here.  While others are doing flashy moves
and big impact moves.  Marley picks a weak spot on his opponents and
works and works on it.

[Souza unloads with rights now that he is free and Craven drops back
to the mat.  Marley goes back to work on that sole knee as Souza turns
and pulls Outlaw onto his feet......  DING !!!!   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.  He points to
the action inside the ring and with a smile he dives under the ropes
....]

CL: Souza drops Outlaw and charges !!!

FH: That wasn't a wise move.

[Souza unleashes a fury of punches... He grabs Spectre and whips him
into the corner and catches him with a big belly to belly suplex.
Souza wastes no time at all and grabs Spectre and goes to force him
over the top, the ghoulish wrestler reaches up and grabs him by his
head with both hands and leans forward, chewing on Souza's forehead as
he attempts to eliminate him.]

CL: Souza went at Spectre like a madman, but he is in a rough spot
now...

FH: Look at Spectre gnaw at Souza like he is a corn dog.

[Souza backs into the corner holding his chewed open forehead...
Spectre unleashes a quick flurry of body punches, followed by a
spinning back fist that leads directly into a leaping ace crusher!!!]

CL: Fata Morgana!

FH: Souza is laid out.

[Marley is trying to send Craven over the ropes, but Outlaw off and
.... TORNADO DDT on the WMI Captain!!!!  Spectre stalks up behind
Souza who is reaching his feet...  and locks on Destiny's Grip for a
moment before turning so that his back is to the ropes and then
tossing him over the top with Destiny's Denial suplex.]

CL: There went RJ Souza.  I guess Souza shouldn't have hand picked
Spectre.

FH: Well Spectre was causing a little problems at ring side last week
for Souza.

CL: We have Outlaw, Rick Marley, William Craven, and Spectre left
inside the ring...

FH: Marley has been in from the start.

CL: This was dubbed a high pace two-minute drill and it has been just
that.

[Craven is working Marley over the top ropes, but Marley has a tight
grip on the bottom ropes. Outlaw and Spectre find themselves in the
ring facing off...  Outlaw then raises his arms up and begins making
"oooooooooooohhhhhhhhh" sounds ...]

FH: Is Outlaw pretending to be a ghost?

CL: I think so Fred.

[Spectre stands there un amused and then Outlaw hauls off and kicks
Spectre square in the nuts....  Spectre is doubled over and Outlaw off
the ropes ....]

CL: [bleep]dropper!!!!!!

[DING !!! The pounding bass of "Heavy Metal Kings" By Jedi Mind tricks
rocks the arena, and the ramp way begins to fill with smoke.]

CL: This can mean only one man.

FH: The true PVW Heavyweight Champion ...

[A figure appears atop the entryway, his shadow looming behind a
shroud of smoke. He emerges, standing smugly at the edge of the ramp,
arms crossed. Chase Williams regards the crowd with a disgust he does
not try in the slightest to hide as he takes the first few steps down
the ramp. He points to the ring and takes off headed for the action!]

FH: CHASE FN WILLIAMS!

CL: Williams and Outlaw are going at it with rights and lefts in the
center of the ring!!!!

[Marley has eye poked Craven and saved himself from elimination.
Williams goes to whip Outlaw into the corner, but Outlaw reverses
it...  Williams comes roaring out and drops Outlaw with a lariat!
Williams turns and Spectre is right behind him ...]


"___THUUUUUUD___"


CL: DDT by Spectre.

FH: Aahhh... He ruined Chase fun.

[William Craven slams Marley face first into the turnbuckle... He
roars back and slams him face first again.  He places Marley up on the
top ropes...  The Motor city Madman begins to climb up, but Spectre
yanks him down...  Craven turns and the two monsters are nose to nose
....]

CL: These two monsters have a date as the PVW Showcase match at CWA's
Summer Showdown!!!

FH: I don't think they are going to wait!


[HUGE BALLS TO THE WALL BRAWLIN POP!]


[As expected rights ... lefts ... eye gouge ... thumb .... chop to the
throat .... knee to the nose ... Head butt .... forearm ... elbow ...
you name it these two are doing it!  Spectre grabs the side of burnt
flesh of William Craven and digs those fingernails in... Craven lets
out a scream then out of sheer pain and anger lifts the enigmatic
superstar up in a double choke lift, Craven then turns and performs a
kneefall (Thunderfire) Power bomb that spikes Spectre with devastating
force.]

CL: THUNDER MELTER!!!!!!

FH: MARLEY !!!!!!

[Marley has hopped down and taken advantage of Craven's distraction.
He spins the big guy around and Twisting 3/4 front face lock bulldog
....]

FH: THE LIMELIGHT!!!! CRAVEN IS DONE FOR!!!!

CL: This isn't the first Limelight that Craven has taken.

FH: Nor the last!

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

CL: "The Natural" Mike Castillo is joining the fray.

FH: My sleeper right here.

CL: Castillo is one of the best all-around athletes on this roster.
Add that with his inring knowledge and he could very easily find a way
to win this thing.

FH: Like I said _MY_ sleeper right here.  Hands off!

[Castillo rolls in and see's an opportunity on Outlaw who uses the
ropes to rise back to his feet...  The sneaky veteran takes the legs
out from Outlaw from behind.  He quickly follows up with an elbow drop
to the mid-section.   He drops down and rolls into a rolling armbar on
Outlaw.]

CL: Castillo is in there to wrestle!

FH: This is an wrestling federation right? Not worlds Xbox tournament
like Outlaw thinks.

[Chase Williams is now back to his feet and he kicks the side of
Castillo breaking the hold..  He glares at The Natural pointing to
Outlaw and saying "mine"...  Chase turns and grabs the Xbox controller
that Outlaw used a-bit earlier as a ball and chain and uses the cord
to begin choking the life out of Outlaw...]

CL: Chase Williams is using that cord on the controller to choke the
life out of Outlaw!

FH: HA!!!  He shouldn't have brought that to the ring!

[Castillo and Marley begin to go to work on Craven... They both step
back and leap together with a perfect set of Crescent Kicks!]


"___THWAAAAAP___"


FH: Nice team work by The Natural and Showtime!

CL: Marley barking orders now.

[Castillo sets Craven up for a Piledriver, but Craven with a big back-
body drop...  Marley charges and Craven grabs the back of Marley's
head and uses his momentum and SENDS HIM OVER THE TOP ROPES ...]


[GASPING HOLY CRAP HE IS OUT POP!!!!]


CL: RICK MARLEY ... MR. CALLED SHOT HAS BEEN ELIMINATED BY WHO ELSE???
WILLIAM CRAVEN!!!

FH: WHAT!?!?! This can't of happened...

[Rick Marley is livid ... He is leaping up and down shaking his head
"no".]

CL: Marley doesn't look happy at all.

FH: Do you blame him?  He was just cheated!

[Craven does a little mock "good bye" wave that just irates Marley
even more.  He turns and Castillo is right there with a step up
enziguiri ....  Spectre has now yanked Williams off Outlaw now
unloading with rights...  Outlaw stumbles up trying to catch wind and
is picked up by a twirling Spectre .....]


"___THUUUUUUD___"


CL: HUGE SPINEBUSTER BY SPECTRE!!!!

[Spectre turns back towards Chase Williams who charges out and nails
the dread locked superstar with a _stiff_ roaring elbow ...  Castillo
with a full nelson lock behind Chase Williams .... Butterfly Suplex!]

CL: The Natural is the lone man on his feet after the dust has
settled!

FH: Look at the clock it's almost time for another wrestler to join
the fray.

[Rick Marley is still arguing on the outside as the outside official
is trying to explain that both feet hit the outside.  DING !!!
“Bullets” by Creed kicks in and out steps the proclaimed PVW underdog,
“Wherewithal” Eric Williams ....]

CL: Look at Mike Castillo's face he is calling for Eric Williams to
get into "his" ring.

FH: Oh no Outlaw is up behind him ....


"___THUUUUUUD___"


[... Inverted DDT!  Eric Williams dives under the ring and holds his
hand up for an high five on Outlaw.  Outlaw gives him an odd look and
turns and ducks just in time as Chase Williams came charging with a
clothesline and Eric Williams is hit instead.  Chase turns and Outlaw
with a hurricanrana!  Spectre and Craven are back up ... The two
warriors are throwing bombs again.  The bigger Craven has Spectre
reeling against the ropes...  When Rick Marley shoves the referee
aside on the outside and from across the ring slides under and runs up
behind Craven and lifts him unsuspectingly up from behind and tips him
over ...]


[MASSIVE HEEL POP!]


CL: Rick Marley who was already eliminated by William Craven stuck
around just long enough to sneak back in at his first opportune time
to eliminate William Craven!

FH: Marley has his revenge!

CL: Now he is retreating like a bat out of hell.

FH: Why not?

CL: Craven lost blood ... Had flesh burnt and tossed out the Captain
of the Widowmakers only for him to return to screw him over!

FH: Naturally.

[Craven is back up and looks up the aisle way where Marley is at the
top who gives him the mocking "good bye" wave in-return.  Craven takes
off up the aisle way.]

CL: Eventually these two are going to have to face each other...
Eventually.

FH: So that makes it - Spectre, Chase Williams, Outlaw, Mike Castillo,
and Eric Williams.

[Spectre pulls Eric Williams to his feet... He reaches back and slaps
him...  Spectre then smiles and backs away holding his hands up.  Eric
Williams notices Mike Castillo and charges - SPEARING HIM off his
feet.  Eric Williams mounts his fallen rival and begins choking him
and slamming his head backwards into the mat.]

CL: What has gotten into Eric Williams?

FH: It looks like Spectre is getting what he wants.

[Chase Williams grabs the watching Spectre from behind and sends him
backwards with a german suplex... He lifts Spectre up and drops him
with a lighting fast snap suplex ... He lifts Spectre up a third time
and lifts him up and drops him down with a bone crushing brainbuster!]

CL: Chase Williams loves to mix his trio of rolling suplexes up ... He
just hit Spectre with a devastating brainbuster to finish it off.

FH: It's such a honor to watch two gladiators like Chase Williams and
Spectre fight.  However I would give my left nut for one of them to
toss that fool, Outlaw out right about now.

[DING !!! "Cult of Personality" by Living Color booms through the
speakers as the curtains are drawn open
and "Bad Boy" Randy Acorn steps through, solo this time around. His
pearl white shorts stand out as do the same colored boots that have
"Bad Boy" scrawled down the outside of each boot in gold print. Acorn
is wearing the same black shirt with the "SSN" logo printed across the
front of it as he had on in his last appearance. His sandy-blonde hair
is slicked back and the expression on his face can be described as
nothing other than fierce.]

## Look into my eyes, what do you see? ##
## Cult of Personality ##
## I've been everything you want to be ##
## I'm the Cult of Personality ##
## Like Mussolini and Kennedy ##
## I'm the Cult of Personality ##
## Cult of Personality ##
## Cult of Personality ##

[Acorn confidently walks down the aisle, ignoring the fans that are
reaching out trying to get their hands on The Bad Boy. One fan is seen
holding a sign that reads, "PVW Doesn't Need Acorn" and another that
reads, "SSN
Has All The Talent In PVW".]

## Neon lights, A Nobel Prize ##
## The mirror speaks, the reflection lies ##
## You don't have to follow me ##
## Only you can set me free ##
## I sell the things you need to be ##
## I'm the smiling face on your T.V. ##
## I'm the Cult of Personality ##
## I exploit you, still you love me ##
## I tell you one and one makes three ##
## I'm the Cult of Personality ##
## Like Joseph Stalin and Gandhi ##
## I'm the Cult of Personality ##
## Cult of Personality ##
## Cult of Personality ##

[Acorn reaches the ring and slides underneath the bottom rope, hopping
to his feet quickly and instantly
beginning his assault on Eric Williams from behind.]

## Neon lights, A Nobel Prize ##
## A leader speaks, that leader dies ##
## You don't have to follow me ##
## Only you can set me free ##
## You gave me fortune ##
## You gave me fame ##
## You gave me power in your God's name ##
## I'm every person you need to be ##
## I'm the Cult of Personality ##

CL: The twelfth and final man inside the two-minute drill.

FH: Don't you find it a bit odd the hand picked legend from SSN was
the 12th man inside this little battle?

CL: Hmmm ... That is an interesting point.  Perhaps he just got lucky.

FH: Moral of the story kids it helps to have connections.

[Acorn tosses short forearms on Eric Williams and goes to whip him
into the ropes, but Eric Williams reverses it ....  Drop toe-hold into
STF onto the legend!]

CL: Eric Williams has Randy Acorn in the STF!!!!

FH: What how did this happen?  Is this some kind of joke?

[Castillo is back up and drops a knee to Eric Williams breaking the
hold.  Castillo yanks Eric Williams up with a series of quick jabs and
lifts him up and drops him in an inverted atomic drop .... He charges
behind Eric Williams and drives him down with a bulldog.  Outlaw grabs
Chase Williams and drops him right into the middle of the ring with a
DDT ...  He leaps up and notices Spectre turning around and charges
and leaps into a flying body-press, but Spectre catches him ....
Spectre lifts him up onto his shoulders and D-V-D!!!!!]

FH: Outlaw goes flat!!!!

CL: He seemed to be getting on a roll until Spectre caught him
unexpectedly.

[Castillo and Acorn pull Eric Williams up... They send him across and
Eric Williams ducks under the double-clothesline attempt...  On the
rebound Eric Williams springboards backwards taking both men out.
Eric Williams is back up and Acorn stumbles into a belly-to back
suplex that, in mid-throw he turns into a crippler crossface!!!]

CL: VOW-BREAKER!!!

FH: You can't do this to SSN's golden boy!

CL: Watch as he does!

[Castillo quickly climbs the turnbuckle, stands backwards and drops
his bodyweight, executing a split legged moonsault right on top of the
crossface.]

FH: Hollywood flop!

CL: Things are picking up ...

[Chase Williams just drills Spectre in the corner with a shining
wizard as he was slumped over... Chase turned just in time to get a
run up the ropes Tornado DDT by Outlaw!!!   Castillo pulls Eric
Williams up he backs the slumped over superstar against the ropes.  He
begins to lift him up, to send him over ..  Eric Williams jabs a thumb
to Castillo's eye socket to back him.. Castillo blindly charges
forward, but Eric Williams drops and yanks the ropes over as Castillo
flies over the top ropes!]

CL: There goes the natural.

FH: I did tell you Randy Acorn was my sleeper right.

CL: Umm.. I think you said Mike Castillo.

FH: Just wanted to make sure you heard me say Acorn.

[Castillo is jumping up and down mad.  He is screaming that Eric
Williams blinded him, but the referee is having none of it.  He leaps
back up on the ring apron and Eric Williams swings again connecting,
but the distraction was enough as Randy Acorn came up right behind and
tips Eric Williams up and over to the outside.]

FH: And there goes that little punk, Eric Williams!

CL: By the snake Randy Acorn.

FH: We are down to our final four ....  Spectre, Chase Williams, Randy
Acorn, and Outlaw.

CL: Outlaw has been in the longest.

FH: So?  Who cares.

CL: You made sure to mention that while Rick Marley was out-lasting
everybody.

[On the outside Eric Williams and Mike Castillo haven't stopped
fighting.  The two begin to fight up the aisle way and to the back
...]

CL: There is some massive bad blood forming in-between Mike Castillo
and Eric Williams.

FH: Well Eric Williams did steal a win from Mike Castillo and now
stole a big chance at winning the two-minute drill.

[All four men pause from the double elimination and sort of take a
corner... Chase Williams looks at Randy Acorn as the two nod at one
another...  Chase Williams then looks at Spectre who just grins ear to
ear ...  Chase Williams charges in towards Outlaw, but is fought back
... Randy Acorn joins Chase Williams and Outlaw still holds his own
... Spectre joins and it's a three on one.]

CL: It appears Outlaw is the hunted.

FH: Get the weakest link out and let the three men fight it out with
honor.  I like it.

[The badboy with a back rake and Chase Williams drives his head
forward right into Outlaw's chops... Spectre lifts up the stumbling
Outlaw and walks him out of the corner and drops him hard with a
sidewalk slam.  Chase Williams drops down quickly on Outlaw and mounts
him tossing right and left hands ....  Williams yanks up Outlaw and
shoves him into an awaiting Randy Acorn belly-to-back suplex followed
by belly-to-belly, and Acorn leaps up flexing and taunting the now
booing crowd.]

CL: Outlaw is in major trouble here.

FH: It's about ...


"___CRAAAAAAACK___"


CL: OH LORD!!! Acorn was on one knee flexing and Spectre turned on
Acorn charging and leaped up with a running knee strike to the side of
Acorn's face!

FH: Well it is every man for themselves and you can't really trust
Spectre.

[Chase Williams and Spectre just glare at one another for a slight
moment, but Spectre turns and locks on a Boston crap as Acorn screams
reaching for the ropes ....]

CL: I think Spectre just likes to listen to the screams...

FH: Williams has Outlaw up and huge back breaker.

[Outlaw is laid out flat on the mat ... His time looks all, but up.
Chase Williams yanks him up and sets him up for a Power bomb... As he
has Outlaw in the position ready to lift ... He does the throat slash
mouthing; "This punk is nothing..."  Williams lifts him up .... Turns
him towards the outside and walks .... Outlaw with a HEADSCISSORS
...... ]


[ELIMINATION POP!!!]


CL: WILLIAMS IS GONE !!!!!!

FH: WHAT THE ....

CL: You _can't_ power bomb Outlaw ... Very few men have in the past.
Williams got cocky and Outlaw has made him pay!

[Spectre is up and charges, Outlaw ducks under with a burst of
adrenaline ... SPRINGBOARDS TORNADO DDT!  On the outside Chase
Williams is up and flat out _LIVID_ ....  Down goes the first official
.... Down goes the second official ...  Official and security are
rushing down the aisle way and down goes a PVsecurity officer.]

CL: Chase Williams has flat out lost it...  He was looking as the
favorite dominating and calling the shots, but a power bomb counter
later and Outlaw is standing in the ring.

FH: barely he is limping and showing signs of a total beating.

[Security has Chase Williams right on the outside of the ring now held
in check.  The Conceited Bastard is pointing to Outlaw tossing out
threats and challenges...]

FH: Chase Williams wants Outlaw's blood.

CL: Outlaw is kneeling down ... He has his half broken headset in his
hand.  A look of certainty has come across Outlaw's face.

FH: That's a first.

[Outlaw places the half broken headset on his head.  the left side is
sticking sideway ... He is climbing the top ropes ... He points to
Chase Williams and LEAPS ...]


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[OMG SPOT !!!]




CL: CORKSCREW PLANCHA ......

[.... Right on top of Chase Williams, the officials, and the
security!!!!!]

FH: That idiot he just eliminated himself!

CL: Chase Williams laid out the challenge and Outlaw has just accepted
it!

[Inside the ring Acorn is now landing mounting elbow smashes on the
dread locked superstar...  With each smash a bigger smile forms across
Spectre's face.  Blood drips down the side of his mouth and he shouts;
"AGAIN!"  Acorn yanks him up and lands a hard right... Spectre no
sells!  Acorn another hard right ... Spectre walks forward ...  Acorn
drops down and begins to beg off Spectre.  Spectre lifts Acorn into a
face to face lift  up into the air (more like toss) and turns catching
him with a diamond cutter ...]

CL: Samoan neck breaker by Spectre!

FH: Hopefully SSN isn't watching this.

CL: Spectre is the toughest guy on the PVW roster.  Acorn may be a
legend and icon in this industry, but Spectre is PVW at heart.

[Spectre yanks up the dazed icon and whips him hard into the corner
....  Acorn bounces out and tilt-a-whirl ..... power bomb right into
the center of the ring.]

CL: Spectre is just dismantling the legend now.  We are down to our
final two and Spectre is in total control.

FH: Poor Acorn he got lucky with the 12th draw, but so unlucky with
Spectre as the final opponent.

[Camera catches Spectre grinning ear to ear ... Blood dripping from
his lip as his teeth is colored bright crimson red.  Spectre is
yanking off the top turnbuckle padding now.]

CL: What's Spectre have in mind now.

FH: Whatever it is .. Acorn is in trouble.

[Spectre sets him up ... HOT SHOT INTO THE EXPOSED TURNBUCKLE!!!]

CL: Spectre is now just toying with him.  Acorn is out ...  His
forehead is busted open wide.

FH: It's a sad day to watch a legend fall.

[Spectre grabs the busted open wrestling icon and charges him up and
over the ropes ....]

CL: ACORN IS ELIMINATED!!!!

FH: Who didn't see this coming ...

[Camera catches Acorn with just enough awareness to grab the top rope
as he hangs and dangles ...  His feet has yet to touch the floor as
Spectre stands laughing .... The bad boy rolls under the ropes and
props himself up behind the dread locked superstar who has now on the
bottom ropes with his arm raised.]

CL: Acorn apparently ISN'T eliminated!  The official is waving it off!

FH: Spectre isn't paying attention.

CL: Acorn charges and shoves him ....


[MIXED ELIMINATION POP!!!]


CL: ACORN HAS DONE IT!!!!!

FH: SSN HAS DONE IT!!!!

[Spectre raises on the outside just realizing that Acorn wasn't
eliminated.  A smile forms across the enigmatic superstar's face and
instead of charging in like most expect he just backs up the aisle way
laughing.]

CL: Spectre doesn't even seem to care!

FH: Spectre seems to care about things most of us don't.   Winning
this was only about taking something everyone else wanted.

[Acorn walk to his corner and throws on the SSN shirt he wore to the
ring. He then pulls out the SSN logo and points to it, mocking the
crowd, and saying "This is what it's all about. This is where
champion's are born! I call the shots now!"]

CL: Randy Acorn is off to Tradition with the opportunity to pick his
opponent.

FH: Or does SSN get to pick his opponent?

[Acorn rolls out with his arm still high as he points to the SSN logo
on his shirt.]

CL: Way to disrespect the company giving you one last run in the sun
Randy.

FH: I'd becareful Chip.

CL: This guy gets under my skin.  He was given the red carpet on day
one inside the PVW ... Offered the world and he stiffed us.  Then SSN
comes around and gives him the price figure he wanted and now he acts
like he is better then everybody.  Guess what he is still wrestling
inside a PVW _ring_.

FH: And he just defeated eleven superstars.  Your point?

CL: My point is that it'd be nice if he showed a little respect to the
company giving him this opportunity.

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

CL: Now what do these guys want?

FH: Man your grumpy today Chip.

["Breaking the Law" by Judas Priest plays, and with no lighting
effects, no fanfare, just the words "Livestock and the Gutch" on the
PVW video screen, a pair of big men in business suits carrying
briefcases emerge from the entrance portal.  Well, in this case, they
don't so much emerge as burst.

To cut the formalities short, the gentlemen in question are Livestock
Zappa and "The Gutch" Bartilucci.  Livestock stalks at a power-walking
pace that his fat partner just can't maintain, so Gutch jogs,
breathlessly, trying desperately to avoid losing his partner.]

#all inside it's so frustrating as I drift from town to town.#
#Feel as though nobody cares if I live or die,#

[Finally, breaking into a run, Livestock slaps the ring apron to stop
himself, then rebounds, grabbing a horrified Herk Douglas by the
collar and tossing him end-over-end into the crowd.]

CL: Livestock Zappa accosting the ring announcer!

FH: Yeah, kick Herk's ass!

CL: Fred, why are you encouraging this?  Herk Douglas is not a
wrestler!

FH: Hey, his name's Hercules or something, right?  You got a name like
that, you better know how to defend yourself.

CL: Livestock and the Gutch are just on a rampage tonight!

[Booing lustily, the crowd is immediately, and angrily against
Livestock.]

CL: Zappa not making himself any friends.  I wonder if this has
anything to do with what happened in the back earlier.

FH: Who cares?  The kid's finally showing some gumption.  It's about
time.

*THUMP!*

[With a resounding impact, Livestock gets both announcers attention,
and, Herk's microphone in hand, starts growling at them.]

Livestock: Listen up!  Either one of you says a damned word, and I'll
be watching this later to see, I'll duct tape you in a damned trash
can, and throw it in the ocean.  Got it!?

[Eyes going wide, the announcers both fall silent.]

Livestock: Know what?  Take the damned headsets off.

*THUMP!*

Livestock: Take 'em off, or the sharks'll be eating fat idiot for
dinner tonight!

[Finally arriving, totally winded, Gutch puts a hand on Livestock's
shoulder, and the big pretty boy waves him off.  His words barely
audible over the din of the shocked crowd.]

Livestock: Not you, Gutch.  Get in the damned ring.

[Turning, Gutch ploddingly hauls himself into the ring, under the
bottom rope.  Livestock aggressively points a finger at the announce
table, and both Chip and Fred reluctantly take off their headsets.
For a moment, there's no real audio, save for the fans screaming them
down.  The lone fan with a pro-lawyer sign reading

"Livestock/Schwarzenegger = dream ticket!" rips it in two. Rolling
into the ring, 'Stock looks at his wheezing partner, and spins around,
pointing at the whole crowd in a single, sweeping gesture.]

Livestock: Okay, y'know what?  Quiet!  SHUT THE *BLEEP* UP!!!

[Bizarrely, a lot of people actually do just that.  Gutch looks
absolutely stunned at his partner's behavior, but nods appreciatively,
nonetheless.]

Livestock: What?  Wonder where Zeke is?  Hm?  Where's our mouthpiece,
our ... "evil mastermind" of a leader?

He's off in Atlantic City, brokering yet another deal that brings PVW
and the Strickland Corporation closer to being a single entity.
That's not a merger, you dumbass west coast hipsters, that's called a
damned hostile takeover!

[Walking across the ring, Livestock leans over the ropes, looking down
on his one fan.]

Livestock: Schwarzenegger?  Dream ticket?  I'd take that damned
Austrian mushmouth and make him my bitch, point-blank bitch!  Look,
it's like this.  PVW, as you know it, isn't long for this world.  It's
going global sooner or later, and national sooner than later.  Hell,
we're in California right now!  "Phoenix Valley" makes it sound like
we're wrestling between two hills in the desert every week!

    When the dust settles, who you think is gonna be standing strong?

[A chant of P-V-W!  Starts up, and Livestock just shakes his head.]

Livestock: Oh, don't worry, we'll try to keep the initials.  We're
thinking "Pure Violence Wrestling" might be okay.

[Looking around at the growing chant and annoyance from the fans,
Livestock sarcastically applauds them.]

Livestock: Yeah, and y'know what?  We'll be runnin' the joint.  That's
right.  We beat the HELL out of Team Canada, and y'know, I don't think
they'll be coming back.  Some "Legends" they turned out to be.

    Which brings me to the real point here...

[Handing the mic over to Gutch, who's finally regained his breath,
Livestock rips off his jacket, then his shirt, and climbs to the
second rope, flexing for some unknown reason.]

Gutch: Uh, yeah, as my partner was sayin' ... we're puttin' an open
challenge out there, okay?  If you're a team of a certain status and
you think you can hang with the best?  Show up, that's all you gotta
do.  We got a thing comin' up, see?  Tradition, the sequel, or
whatever.

[Adjusting his tie, Gutch emotes on Rodney Dangerfield, unaccustomed
to such vehement hatred from the crowd.]

Gutch: You think you're bad?  We'll take you on, take you out, bury
you in a landfill up in Jersey, whatevah.

Ain't a pair of punks in PVW that can hold a candle to the brains of
Zeke ... who ain't here, but anyway, that body that 'Stock's sportin',
and me, I'm a big guy...

    BEST BIG GUY IN THE BUSINESS!  Biggest guy in PVW.  Ain't a man in
    this company I can't sqush, so if anybody's honestly dumb enough
    to step in this ring with us, he better come from outside.

[Mopping flop sweat from his forehead using his tie, Gutch looks
irritatedly up at the bright lights over the ring.  Livestock
continues to channel some sort of bodybuilder spirit as he shouts at
the crowd in true heel fashion.]

Gutch: Brody Thunder comin' in with some JW Hardin' on the side?
We'll whoop 'em.  Strictly Business?  We'll whoop 'em, then sue 'em
for illegal business practices.  Keenings?  Whoop, have 'em deported
'cause they're Canadian, which is what happened to Team Canada, by the
way.  They're on a boat to Mexico as we speak.

[The crowd becomes even more angry for some reason.  Stopping in his
crazed muscle dance, Livestock grimaces and turns to Gutch, saying
something the camera doesn't pick up.]

Gutch: Oh ... my bad, apparently the Keenings are from right here in
California!

[Mad screaming from the crowd in favor of all things Keening.]

Gutch: But we really did send Team Canada to Mexico.  Now that ...
that is some funny *BLEEP*.

    Anyway, P.A.I.N., Simon and Garfunkel, the Killing Machines, the
    Mario Brothers, the Outlaws, Mike & Ike,

The Japanese Contingent, we don't care!  Bring it on, 'Stock'll slap
ya down, I'll sit on ya, and that'll be the end of it.
    Y'know why?  'Cause at Tradition, as in life--

[Dashing back in, still displaying that manic energy that's apparently
now conquered him post-concussion, Livestock decides to share the mic
with his partner.]

Livestock/Gutch: You don't get paid, unless we get paid!

[Judas Priest hits the PA again as Gutch, in true kleptomaniac
fashion, stashes the mic in his briefcase.  Cut back to the announce
table where Hoyle and Lester are getting their headsets back on.]

CL: So Livestock and The Gutch have laid out a challenge for Tradition
2.  Any tag team legends in the professional wrestling world.

FH: It's a safe challenge.

CL: We are down to two matches... We have a tag team grudge match
scheduled, but before we get back to the ring Chris Hartt and Caleb
Foley are standing backstage.

FH: Do we have too?

[Backstage of the 52nd Street Armory, in the PVW locker room. The
tall, brawny form of the 'Fighting Irishman' Caleb Foley prepares
himself for his tag team match. After adjusting his kneepads in place,
he looks up to his partner, 'The Paladin' Chris Hartt.]

Foley: Are you ready, Chris?

[Hartt winds sport tape around his wrist blindly. His gaze is focused
on the floor, his face betrays that he's lost in thought.]

Foley: Chris! Hey, Chris!

[Hartt winds the tape a couple more times around his wrist, then
blinks and looks over at Foley.]

Hartt: What? Oh, Caleb. Sorry, man. I'm really kinda.....

Foley: Confused? Lost?

Hartt: I guess. I just can't believe some of the crap that's gone down
lately. First, RJ Souza turns on me, then Cole shows some respect for
me, but ends up turning on me, Spectre seems to be after me over crap
I've already fought through with Souza.... I'm just...lost.

Foley: I haven't turned on you.

Hartt: I know, Caleb. That's great. I just can't help but
feel...apprehensive. There seems to be some real mixed messages going
on right now. But, no worries! I'm ready. I'm looking forward to this
match and taking a hell of a fight to these guys. Maybe unleashing
some violence of my own will help my mindset.

Foley: Well Chris don't worry man everything happens for a reason. I
mean your the longest reigning champion for a reason. You are the
people champion. Just think in less than two hours the fans will be
chanting our names. We will go out there and give the fans a show that
they deserve.

Hartt: Yeah. You're right. Thanks. I was just getting too lost in my
own head. This is why you're the hot property right now, as well. How
often is it that someone as young as you can come into a company and
immediately break into the top tier of that company and be able to
stay there? That's a rare thing, but you deserve it.

Now, let's go out there and give these guys a real lesson on just who
they're messing with!

Foley: Thanks for the kind words Chris but take a look at yourself
your the longest reigning champion in Phoenix Valley for a reason. You
got out there week in and week out and give the fans a show that is
worth paying for. Now I realize that you and Rob Cole have a
friendship of sorts but just look at what happened to me with Brian
Young. Young and Cole are legends in this sport but we are the future
of this sport. So I say let's go down to the ring and show Geddings
and Cole just what they get when the mess with the future superstars
of wrestling...

[Cut back to the ring.]

CL: Up next folks we have a tag team of rivals, Rob Cole and Will
Geddings ...

FH: That's the FlyKing to you Chip ...

CL: Like you even like his aerial arsenal.

FH: I might not but he has a personality that any mother could love.

CL: And their opponents two of the young fan favorites here in the PVW
Caleb Foley and the Rising Phoenix Heritage Champion Chris Hartt.

FH: Or the baby and the hypocrite as I like to call them. But we can
all be thankful that Shayne Grissom isn't in the ring!


HD: Introducing first ... At a combined weight of four hundred fifty
five pounds...

Here is...


CALEB FOLEY AND CHRIS HARTT !!!


[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 "The Fighting Irishman" Caleb Foley
sitting in the very front row, right next to him sits "The Paladin"
Chris Hartt. Foley stands up and starts bouncing to the beat of the
music. He has his red hair buzz cut and an eager look on his face.
Dressed in all black, from the kick pads to the boots and the jacket
itself, Caleb stands up and just stares into the ring. Foley looking
completely focused for Phoenix Valley Wrestling's very own Heatwave
tonight. Right by his side stands Chris Hartt, the Rising Phoenix
Heritage title strapped across his waist. Chris thrusts his arms to
the side in the form of a crucifix.]

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


[Hartt and Foley are getting a few words of encouragement from some
fans while others are patting them 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
back flips off the middle turnbuckle and then begins to stretch as
Hartt leaps onto the apron, climbing in and mounting a turnbuckle,
repeating the sign of the cross.]

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

CL: The fans love these two men!

FH: And as I have said before there is no good reason for it as they
are both glory hogs and hypocrites!

HD: Their opponents.. Introducing first from Florence, South
Carolina...  Weighing in at two hundred and fifteen pounds ...


Here is ...


WILL GEDDINGS !!!


["Knockin' on Heaven's Door" by Guns N' Roses begins to a huge chorus
of boos. From the backstage emerges the newly renamed FlyKing.
Geddings has on his trademark black pants with Eagle written down one
leg and Claw down the other. Geddings walks slowly, smirking at the
fans on either side of the entrance way as he makes his way to the
ring.]

FH: Finally some class is entering the PVW ring for this match!

[After making his way to the ring, Geddings hops over the top rope and
stretches his arms out to either side, soaking up the boos. Geddings
moves over to the turnbuckle and hops onto it, taking a seat and
looking out over the ring. Suddenly the big screen lights up with the
face of the masked phenom Victory Lane.]

FH: That's Victory Lane! And Will Geddings looks pissed!

VL: Geddings ... Geddings ... do I have your attention? I just wanted
to let you know that I am not in the arena tonight ... but remember
"to fly is human."

[And just as quickly Victory Lane's masked face is gone.]

FH: What the hell was that suppose to mean?

CL: Not sure but it seems to have struck a chord with Will who is
screaming at referee Jim Pearson.

HD: His tag team partner... Standing at two hundred and eighty six
pounds ... From Hudson Valley, New York ...


Here is ...


Rob Cole!!!


*HUGE MASSIVE ARENA POP!*

["Rumatahatta" by Sepultura hits the PA system as the crowd cheers.
Out steps the Outcast.  The long dark hair hangs in wet tangles around
his face and head, he is dressed in a pair of loose fitting black
pants with a silver barbed wire trim design up along the sides.  Red
and black boots, taped fists, and a sleeveless tee shirt finishes out
Cole's attire. The camera zooms in on the face of the legend and it's
covered in scars from past battles. He walks slowly down to the ring
and steps onto the ring apron and clutches the ropes and climbs into
the ring.]

FH: So one side of the ring has the class and a thief and the other
side is a baby and hypocrite ... what a diverse roster the PVW has.

CL: And look at Foley glare at Rob Cole. He's daring Cole to start the
match against him.

FH: This kid needs his head examine!


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	Tag Team Action, 45 Minute Time Limit:
	Chris Hartt & Caleb Foley
	v. Will Geddings & Rob Cole

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<<<  DING DING   >>>


CL: Foley and Cole continue to size each other up here. Geddings is on
the outside.

FH: He really wants in!

CL: I don't think that's true at all.

[The lights in the arena go out as the screen lights up.]

CL: I swear, if KGB comes on the screen, I quit.

FH: COME ON KGB!

[The screen goes to a grainy video with a time stamp at the bottom. It
reads "10/12/1998". An old man is seen playing baseball with a child.]

Old Man: Come on Caleb...bend your elbow a bit. You can do it.

Child: Daddy, I can't!

Old Man: It's easy to do if you try. You just have to try, Son.

[The screen goes dead and the lights come back on. Will Geddings has a
huge smile on his face as he enters the ring behind the distracted
Foley.]

CL: That was despicable.

FH: ...

CL: No comment? GEDDINGS WITH A LOW BLOW FROM BEHIND FOLEY!!!

[Geddings stands over the toppled Foley and starts slapping him on the
back of the head. He screams "Maybe you'll refocus your priorities
now, boy!" as he continues to mockingly slap the downed Foley on the
back of the head.]

FH: Geddings proving he is smarter than Foley here tonight and he is
just embarrassing the young upstart.

CL: What he did was horrible! And look at him standing in the ring
with his back to Foley as he gloats!

[As Will Geddings turns around to face Caleb Foley, Foley grabs his
left arm and shoots low hoisting Geddings onto his shoulders and drops
him to the mat with a quick Fireman's Carry; Geddings is quick to sit
up from the throw but Foley is the first to his feet and catches the
Flyking in the back of the head with a Dropkick. Geddings snaps
forward holding his head in pain and Foley, once again to his feet,
leaps forward over Geddings grabbing his head and snapping it back.
Geddings rolls to the side holding his head as Foley once again stands
to his feet. Geddings slaps the mat in frustration and both me are
quickly once again facing one another.]

CL: Foley rebounding quickly from that horrible video footage as he
just showed Geddings so of the talent that has made him who he is
today in the PVW!

FH: Well Geddings is family to the champion so I can understand Foley
trying to upstage Will Geddings in this contest but does he realize
that Will is just a better than him ... well until he decides to jump
through the air then he's just a glorified chimp!

[The two men lock up and Geddings quickly gains the upper hand as he
drives a knee into the mid section of Foley. In a fluid motion he
grabs Foley by the head and forcibily slams him to the mat back first
by just pulling him straight down. Geddings quickly mounts Foley and
drives a three straight forearms into the jaw. As he stands up he
slaps Foley across the face and smiles as he looks out into his
adorning fans who just boo him.]

FH: And Geddings slaps the taste out of Foley's mouth!

CL: Geddings showing his wealth of sportsmanship there.

[An annoyed Caleb Foley is quickly back to his feet and he rushes at
Geddings catching him in the mid section with a shoulder block and
forces him back into Geddings corner. Geddings quickly reaches up and
the monster under the bed is tagged in. Geddings quickly grabs the
arms of Foley trapping him as Cole steps into the ring and drives a
right and then a left into the rib cage of Foley. AS Geddings releases
Foley and leaves the ring Cole peppers the jaw of Foley with two quick
left jabs and grabs Foley's left arm as he staggers back a step. Cole
Irish Whips Foley into the far side ropes, Foley rebounds and is taken
to the mat with a Drop Toe Hold. Cole to his feet and drives an elbow
into the head of Caleb. Cole with a back mount and uses his forearms
in a series of Cross Faces to further punish Foley's face and jaw.
Cole pulls Foley to his feet and hoists him onto his shoulder in a
Powerslam position but instead of slamming him to the mat Cole
executes a Shoulder Breaker across his knee.]

CL: Rob Cole is being methodical here as he is attacking the shoulder
and head of Caleb Foley.

FH: I think he is just trying to give Caleb free reconstructive
surgery. I mean it is hard to look at the kid on a daily basis.

CL: Rob Cole is the number one contender and we saw a confrontation in
the back last Heatwave between these two men....

FH: About how Foley needs to learn to pick his friends and fights
better. And so far tonight we have seen that he can't do either right
yet as...

CL: Caleb Foley whipped to the ring corner, Cole follows but catches a
boot to the face!  Foley to the second Turnbuckle, and Cole turns...

FH: Air Foley!!!!

[The lights flash as Foley dives into a cross body, but Rob Cole
catches him and hauls him up onto his shoulders as the crowd begins to
roar.]

FH: Rob Cole caught the fighting Irishman!  And now he goes old school
on the kid... airplane spin around the ring!  Let's see how much Foley
flies when he can't catch his balance... WHOAH!!!!

[HUGE HEEL POP!!!!]

CL: Rob Cole dumps Caleb Foley over the top rope after that airplane
spin, and the Fighting Irishman crashes to the arena floor!  Head over
heels, the kid is in some big trouble and his partner is cut off by
the referee... Cole just stares down at Foley...

[The crowd suddenly leaps to their feet as Cole leans down and uses
the ropes to slingshot himself up and over, flipping into a diving
senton as Caleb Foley struggles to his knees.  Cole lands, back
crashing against back, decimating Caleb Foley with high risk of his
own!]

FH: He looks like a plane crashing when he does that move!




ONE ...




TWO ...




*FACE POP*

CL: And the crowd loves the fight in Foley who kicks out at two.

FH: One of these days those fans are going to get Foley killed!

CL: How do you figure?

FH: Come on the fans only love you when you are bleeding or getting
beat up. These people like to see others suffer!

[Cole grabs Foley by his hair and whips him into the corner where
Geddings is waiting. As Foley slams into the corner Geddings is quick
to grab the tag rope and wrap it around the neck of Foley as Cole
rushes forward and connects with a splash onto Foley. Referee Jim
Pearson screams at Geddings to remove the tag rope as Cole drives his
shoulder once, then twice into the mid section of Foley. As Geddings
releases the choke hold on Foley, Cole places Foley onto the top rope
and climbs to the second rope and locks on a front face lock before
pulling Foley's right arm around Cole's neck. He begins to power Foley
into the air, Geddings slaps Cole leg tagging himself in.]

CL: SUPERPLEX! Foley driven to the mat by the Superplex and Geddings,
who blindly tagged himself in is ascending to the top rope ...

FH: Cole just rolled to the side and he's looking to grab Foley but
Pearson telling him he's not legal ...

CL: Look at the contempt in Cole's eyes as he stares at Geddings, who
leaps TOP ROPE ELBOW!




ONE ...




TWO ...



[Jim Pearson thrusts two fingers into the air as Foley once again gets
his right shoulder up. Geddings though doesn't waste anytime as he
stands to his feet and grabs the legs of Foley and lifts them up.
Geddings then bends one leg so that the shin is behind the knee of the
straight leg and places the ankle of the straight leg in their armpit.
With the same arm, he reaches around the ankle and through the opening
formed by the legs, and lock his hands together. Geddings then steps
over Foley, turning him over ...]

FH: THE WHITE FLAG! Geddings has his version of the Texas Cloverleaf
locked on in the center of the ring! Foley has no where to go!

[Foley begins to scream in pain shaking his head that he doesn't
submit as Jim Pearson stands there asking him over and over again if
he submits. Foley reaches his arm forward but the ropes are no where
in reach. The crowd roars to life as Chris Hartt enters the ring and
rushes forward catching the now defenseless Geddings with a
clothesline. Hartt quickly to the apron once and he begins to scream
for Foley to mat the tag. Geddings getting to his feet as Foley inches
closer to Hartt, Geddings reaches for Foley's legs but Foley with a
somersault and the crowd erupts as Chris Hartt makes the tag. Hartt
enters into the ring and levels Geddings with another Clothesline.
Geddings back to his feet and once again dropped to the mat this time
by a Dropkick. Geddings to one knee and Hartt runs forward stepping
onto Geddings raised knee with one foot, Hartt swings his other leg
and strikes the Geddings's head with either the side of his shin.]

CL: Chris Hartt a man on fire as he just catches Geddings with that
Shining Wizard. And the Rising Phoenix Heritage Champion goes for the
cover!




ONE ...




TWO ...




THREE???

*HEEL POP*

FH: And the Flyking gets his shoulder up!

CL: Hartt thought he had the match won. But he is quickly to his feet
and pulls Geddings up as well.

[Hartt has Geddings to his feet and drives a knee into his mid
section. He motions for Foley to enter the ring. They both whip
Geddings into the ropes and as he rebounds Foley catches him in a
single flap jack, Hartt quickly locks on a Front Face Lock and they
both drop back ...]

CL: FLAP JACK DDT!

FH: A baby, a hypocrite and they are both cheaters as they just double
teamed Will Geddings!

[Foley exits the ring as Hartt once again goes the cover.]




ONE ...




TWO ...




THREE ???

FH: NO! GEDDINGS KICKS OUT!

[A surprised Chriss Hartt pulls Geddings to his feet but Geddings
catches him with the Greco Roman Thumb to the Eye and quickly executes
an arm wringer and switches it to an arm bar as he pulls Hartt to his
corner; Rob Cole tags in and delivers a hard elbow to the exposed arm
of Chris Hartt.  He snatches the armbar himself and works the Heritage
champion to the center of the ring, snapping another elbow into the
pit of the shoulder.]

CL: If anyone could be considered Coles' friend, it's that man right
there... but Cole is wrenching on that arm, forcing Chris Hartt into
the ropes.  Good god!

[The crowd gives an disapproving pop as Cole lashes out and slaps
Hartt straight across the face when the referee calls for a break.
Hartt stares at Cole in anger, but the Outcast backs off... daring
Hartt to hit him!]

CL: Hartt catches Cole with a forearm... another forearm!  The Outcast
is staggered... and Hartt catches Cole with an armdrag! Cole up..
Hartt in with an arm wringer... and he snaps it over his shoulder!

FH: Hartt better watch out, or Cole might rake him over a few miles of
barbed wire before feeding him to the Spectre!

CL: Cole clutches his arm, but Hartt snatches it again... another arm
wringer, and a European uppercut right below the triceps!  Hartt with
a chickenwing... he's going for the avenger!

FH: But Cole with a heel to Hartt's foot... and he lets loose with a
back elbow!  Hartt staggers back into the ropes and Cole rushes him
back against them hard, and uses the momentum to send Hartt flying
across the ring with an irish whip!  WHIRLING BACKBREAKER!!!!!

[Hartt grabs his back in pain as Cole slowly sits up and glares at
Hartt. Cole to his feet and he pulls Hartt up and whips him to the
ropes, Foley with a blind tag and he leaps over the top rope as Hartt
Leap Frogs over Cole, Cole turns around awaiting Hartt and Foley grabs
him with a waist lock. As Foley begins to power Cole up Hartt executes
a Superkick!]

CL: Combination German Suplex Superkick! Hartt and Foley working well
together here tonight!




ONE ...




TWO ...




THREE???

FH: And Rob Cole proving why he is one of the toughest in the PVW
today as he kicks out!

CL: Foley not happy with that as he quickly gets to his feet and
drives the sole of his boot into the face of Cole! He pulls Cole to
his feet and slams him to the mat!

[The crowd begins to roar in approval as the youngster leaps to the
top rope ...]

CL: IRISH EYES ARE SMILING! Foley with his 450 Splash!




ONE ...




TWO ...

[As the referee's hands slaps the mat a second time Geddings rushes
into the ring and drops a knee to the back of Foley's head breaking up
the count.]

FH: And Geddings with a heads up move saving Rob Cole!

[Geddings grabs Foley and tosses him hard into the corner shoulder
first, creating space between Cole and Foley. Cole slowly pushes
himself to his feet as Foley grabs his shoulder in pain and rolls
towards Chris Hartt. Foley reaches and makes the tag as does Cole!
Geddings and Hartt enter the ring and the two men quickly lock up in
the center of the ring. The bigger Hartt forces Geddings into the
ropes and drives an European Uppercut into the jaw of Geddings. He
follows up with a second one, before taking Geddings to the mat with a
Short Arm Clothesline. Hartt stays in control as he applies the
chickenwing to the left arm of Will Geddings.]

CL: AVENGER! CHRIS HARTT HAS THE AVENGER LOCKED ON!

FH: It's how he won the Rising Phoenix Heritage Title at Tradition!

CL: The Flyking is stuck in the center of the ri... OH NO!!!!!

FH: Rob Cole doesn't care where Geddings or Hartt is, he's in the ring
and he just snatches Hartt by the head with an eye gouge to break the
hold!  The referee is demanding that Cole get out of the ring, here
comes Caleb Foley...

[All chaos breaks loose as Rob Cole continues to yank Hartt to the
corner by that eye gouge!  Hartt finally breaks the Outcasts' grip
with a kick to the midsection... he cinches Cole for a Suplex, but the
Outcast hauls the Paladin off his feet with a Northern Lights
Suplex... releasing it at the last second so Hartt flies back, and his
foot catches the skull of the attending referee!!!!]

CL: JIM PEARSON IS DOWN!

FH: And all four men are in the ring! GEDDINGS SPEARED OUT OF HIS
BOOTS!

[Foley kips up and executes a Standing Moonsault Press!]

CL: IRISH BLESSING!

FH: Like it will do him any good! Cole grabs Hartt and just tosses him
to the floor without a care! Hartt lands on the floor in a heap!

CL: Foley turns around and rushes at Cole! But Cole ducks the
clothesline attempt and grabs Foley ...

FH: SIDEWALK SLAM! One of my favorite moves back in the day!

[Cole looks at Foley but slides under the bottom rope to the outside
where Chris Hartt is. He pulls Hartt to his feet, Hartt though catches
Cole with a European Uppercut staggering him back a step. Hartt grabs
the right arm of Cole and attempts to Irish Whip him but Cole slams on
the breaks and tries to reverse the whip but Hartt is able to stand
his ground. Cole smiles as he suddenly pulls Hartt in and instead of
catching him with a Short Arm Clothesline he catches him in a
Spinebuster and slams Hartt hard into the concrete floor!]

CL: SPINEBUSTER ON THE FLOOR! Hartt is grabbing his back in pain as
the Monster Under the Bed is stiing up and looking at Harrt as he
writhes in pain!

FH: Inside the ring Foley is back to his feet ... GEDDINGS WITH A DDT!
Now both Hartt and Foley are down! For two men who don't like one
another Geddings and Cole seem to be on the same page.

CL: What page is that? Destruction?

FH: Exactly!

[Will Geddings climbs to the top rope as Rob Cole pulls Chris Hartt to
his feet.]

CL: ROYAL TREATMENT! Geddings just connected with that Shooting Star
Press onto Foley!

FH: And Geddings is wiping his hands as if this match is over! But
there is no referee! And I think that Geddings just realized that as
he is walking over to Pearson and is trying to revive him!

CL: And Rob Cole just body slammed Chris Hartt onto the floor!

FH: Geddings has appeared to given up on Jim Pearson and Caleb Foley
is slowly trying to get to his feet!

CL: Cole pulling Hartt up again ... And somehow the Paladin is
fighting back with rights and lefts of his own! The two men on the
outside of the ring are just throwing hay makers!

[Will Geddings slips to the outside of the ring, leaving Caleb Foley
lying in the center of the ring.  Rob Cole and Chris Hartt continue to
battle outside of the ring, both men pummeling one another as the
Flyking snatches the ring bell from the announcers' table!]

FH: Oh, this doesn't look like good news for Caleb Foley... shades of
Macho Man as Will Geddings takes advantage of the referee being
knocked out.  And Chris Hartt can't help his partner... he has to
worry about the Monster Beneath the Bed on the outside of the ring!

CL: Cole with the Irish whip, and Hartt lands HARD against the
railing!  This is a real slobbernocker, here!

[Cole raises both arms in mock crucifixion, soaking in the chorus of
jeers as Will Geddings ascends to the top turnbuckle.  Turning, the
Outcast slides into the ring as Caleb Foley struggles to his feet... ]

CL: Oh no!!! Rob Cole with handful of Caleb's hair... he's going to
hold...

FH: WHAT??!?!!!!

[Huge shocked ovation as Geddings flies... and Rob Cole shoves Foley
out of harms way, getting nailed SOLID with the ring bell.  Cole
crumbles to the mat, blood splashing as he drops.  He's out,
completely.  Geddings' face contorts with shock and then anger as he
realizes that Cole just saved Foley.]

CL: COLE JUST SAVED FOLEY! But at what expense? Cole is out! Geddings
tosses the ring bell to the outside in disgust!

[As Geddings looks at the fallen Cole, Chris Hartt slowly begins to
pull himself to the ring apron and as he does so the crowd begins to
murmur as through the crowd the trench-coated figure of the Spectre
hops the guard rail. Gedding grabs Foley pulling him to his feet and
locks on a front chancery!]

FH: One monster is out in the ring and here comes a second one! The
SPECTRE IS HERE!

CL: This doesn't bode well for anyone in the match! And Geddings is
looking for the Eagle Claw DDT ... NO! Foley counters the Front
Chancery with a Release Northern Lights Suplex before Geddings could
hook the arms! Foley mounts Geddings and begins to rain down the
bombs!

[The Spectre reaches the ring apron where Chris Hartt is laying. He
grabs Hartt by the feet and pulls him hard to the floor. He looks at
Hartt slowly, as if he is stalking him and suddenly he sees the ring
bell. He grabs the ring bell and drives it into the side of Chris
Hartt's head as the crowd moans in sympathy. He quickly drops the ring
bell and grabs Chris Hartt ...]

CL: REBIRTH ONTO THE RING BELL! GOOD LORD! He just connected with his
Fisherman's Buster Piledriver onto the ring bell!

FH: ....

[The Spectre stares for a long moment at Chris Hartt before he leans
down and slowly pats him on the cheek.]

CL: And the Spectre is leaving! HARTT IS DOWN! COLE IS DONE! And
Geddings and Foley are just brawling in the ring as Jim Pearson is
finally getting back to his feet!

FH: Pearson to his feet and he sees the carnage all around!

[Jim Pearson seperates Will Geddings and Caleb Foley, and for the
first time Foley sees Chris Hartt out on the floor. Foley rushes to
the outside where he begins to check on Hartt, as Pearson checks on
Rob Cole. Foley begins to scream for medical attention as Will
Geddings just looks in disgust at the three men.]

CL: Folks it looks like Jim Pearson has ended the match for medical
attention to aid both Chris Hartt and Rob Cole!

FH: Boiling Point can't get here quick enough ...  Tensions are flying
high all over this damn locker room!

CL: While we get things in order at ring side I am being told we have
an special announcement from Mathew Willingham.

[The camera cuts back to the ring to reveal PVW Director Matt
Willingham standing with a wireless mic in hand.  The boss looks out
on the crowd, slowly shakes his head at the ovation and breaks into a
slight smile.]

MW: You'd think that you folks get excited to see me just because I
bring news for you every once in a while.

[Crowd pop]

[Willingham raises  his hand, trying to settle the crowd down.]

MW: Well folks, let me put your minds at ease on some things: I'm NOT
here to announce a new title.  No one's been suspended (as much of
some of 'em deserve to be), and we're not adding any new programming.

[Crowd...confusion.]

MW: What I AM here to discuss is one simple thing: Widowmakers
Incorporated.

[Heel pop]

MW: Believe me, I know how you feel.  This group has been running
around like they own PVW since Rick Marley brought The Mercenary
in...and we've been fining them steadily ever since...not that this
has stopped them from declaring their own kind of war on our roster.
Attacks on Tyrone Parker, Tommy Ryder, Laurel Levinger, William
Craven, Rob Magnum...the list goes on and on.  There can be no doubt
that WMI intends to leave a trail of broken bodies behind them on
their way to holding as much gold as they can get their hands on.

So when a group of men stood up and said 'This far, no further', we in
the PVW front office took note...they've answered the call, and we
feel it's our duty to give them the forum to answer it in.

So we are proud to announce one of the Main Events for Boiling Point:

Widowmakers Incorporated

v.

William Craven, Tommy Ryder, The Tucson Kid, Rob Magnum, and his
friend

WAR GAMES!

[HUGE CROWD POP]

MW: Now, a lot of you are saying 'But there are only 4 guys in
Widowmakers Inc...' and you know what...we noticed that too.

Good luck in your recruiting job, Mr. Marley...

[With a smile on his face, Matt Willingham hands the mic back to the
ring announcer and heads back up the aisle, a spring in his step.]

CL: WHOA!!!!!

[MASSIVE WAR GAMES POP!]

CL: Rick Marley can't be happy about that!  Is Alex Adams the "friend"
of Rob Magnum?  Who is the 5th member on WMI's team?

FH: If I know Rick Marley as well I as I think I do then he has just
the right man for the job.

CL: Add War Games to an already stacked growing line up and Boiling
Point is an event you WON'T want to miss.

FH: Finally WMI can end this little game of charades with William
Craven and the apple dumpling gang.

CL: It's time for our main event and PVW Heavyweight Championship
match!

[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.]

FH: The challenger and probably future champion of PVW, Larry Gionet
looks ready for action tonight!

CL: In order to earn that title, Gionet is going to have to cut
through the current champion... and that's a lot easier said than
done!

[As the opening of 'What I've Done' by Linkin Park begins to play
throughout the 52nd Street Armory the crowd begins to roar as the
figure of Brian Young steps out from the backstage area and pauses for
a moment at the top of the entranceway soaking in the crowd reaction.
Brian is attired in a pair of white full length wrestling tights with
white wrestling boots. The boots have golden laces and upon the right
leg in a very stylized font is the words The One. The PVW Heavyweight
Championship rests soundly around the waist of the champion.]

In this farewell
There's no blood
There's no alibi
'Cause I've drawn regret
From the truth
Of a thousand lies

[Brian begins making his way done the aisle slapping hands with the
fans as he passes. A look of determination mixed with joy is across
the face of the thirty one year old.]

So let mercy come
And wash away
What I've done

[For a long moment he stares at the ring before finally ascending the
ring steps. At the top of the steps he walks onto the ring apron and
wipes his feet before entering into the ring. The champion removes the
PVW Heavyweight championship from his waist and hoists it high into
the air.]

I'll face myself
To cross out what i've become
Erase myself
And let go of what i've done

CL: The champion, Brian Young, makes his way to the ring and holds the
precious gold high... it was only recent that the champion got his
hands back on the belt, thanks to the disruption of Rob Cole.

FH: Yeah, and he got it back thanks to that Irish leprechaun with the
big brown nose!  You know, as much as I hate to admit it... I think
Brian Young is playing it smart by having that little punk get his
title from Rob Cole.  I know I wouldn't want to have to grab anything
from the Monster.


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	One on One, PVW Heavyweight Championship:
	Larry Gionet
	v. Brian Young [c]

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<<<  DING DING   >>>

CL: Both men lock up, jockeying for position... Young twists beneath
with a hammerlock, Gionet counters, and snatches a headlock... takes
down the champion, but Young with a quick headscissor!  Gionet rolls
over, pin on the champion... but only a one count!

FH: Smart wrestling from Larry!

CL: And neither man slowing down, Gionet with a single leg takedown
but the champion rolls from the elbow!  Both men to their feet...
Young with a crescent kick, but Gionet ducks... and snatches the leg
for another takedown!

[The crowd is on their feet for the fast and furious exchange!]

FH: He uses the legs for leverage and grabs another pin attempt!





One...







Two....









KICKOUT!!!!



[Young rolls to his feet... but gets them scooped again, and Gionet
goes for yet another quick cover!]



One!!!







TWO....







KICKOUT!!!!!



CL: Brian Young to his feet and both men face off... look at the
frustration on the champion!  Gionet smirking and Young can't believe
the challenger is going for such a quick succession of pin attempts!

FH: It's smart wrestling... he knows Young's temper is a weakness and
he's been on edge since having his title stolen a few weeks back.  You
don't just turn off that kind of anger!

CL: Both men lock up again, but Young with a knee to the gut.... He
fires off a chop to the chest, and another, and a third!  Gionet
grasps at his chest, obviously angered and he blocks a forearm and
delivers a chop of his own!  Another!!! And another!

[The crowd boos loudly as Gionet shoves Young hard against the ropes
and goes for the irish whip... Young reverses!  He catches Gionet with
a Japanese armdrag and the challenger backs off into the corner to
shake out the cobwebs!]

CL: Young comes in and pulls Gionet to his feet...

[The crowd roars its approval as the champion has forced Gionet into
the ropes.]

FH: These fans need to figure out if the like the cheater or not! It's
getting hard to tell!

CL: They just don't like Larry Gionet.

FH: What?!?! How could they not like Gionet? I mean he's nearly
crippled that rat bastard Shayne Grissom.

[Young forces Gionet's head down a few inches with his right hand and
suddenly twists with a left handed European Uppercut that whips
Gionet's head straight up. As Gionet attempts to shake his head, Young
grabs him by the right arm and whips him hard into the far side ropes.
Gionet rebound; Young grabs Gionet and pushes Gionet upwards by
reaching under his legs and lifting him into the air. While retaining
the hold on the Gionet's leg, Young falls backwards, dropping Gionet
front-first into the canvas. In a fluid motion Young performs a
backwards somersault locking on a Single Boston Crab.]

CL: Young rolls through the Flapjack and performs a picture perfect
Canadian Maple Leaf!

FH: Too close to the ropes, though... Gionet struggles to reach and
manages to drag himself closer and he snatches a handful!  The referee
calls for a break, and Young forced to release it...

CL: But the champion drops a stomp across that knee!!! And another!!!
Gionet tries to cover up, but the champion pulls him up.... He signals
for a piledriver!  Gionet  counters with a back body drop as he gets
caught on the turnbuckles!

FH: He's caught!   Tree of woe style, Baby!!!

[Gionet runs the ropes hitting a stiff basement dropkick to the
face!!! ]

CL: The challenger picks up the prone Young .... Japanese strangle
hold!!!   Look at him just DIG his knees into the back of Brian Young.
The referee is looking for a submission from the champ, but Young
refuses... this time he reaches the ropes and the referee asks for a
break!

*heel pop!*

FH: HAH!!!! Referee warning Gionet, but the challenger holds that
maneuver to the edge of that four count!

CL: Gionet yanks the champion to his knees... and drives his knee into
the back of the neck!!! And again!!!

FH: He's softening him up for the Darkness Falls!

[Young slowly pushing himself to his feet as Gionet stands over him,
reaching down. Gionet grabs the champion by the hair and pulls him to
his feet.]

FH: Gionet in control at the moment ...

CL: JAW BREAKER! Gionet wasn't paying attention and the PVW Champion
grabbed Gionet by the head and just drilled him with that Jawbreaker!
Young kips up ...

[Young with the kip up and then quickly executes a Dropkick to the
face of the kneeling Gionet.]

FH: That Dropkick just caught Gionet square in the face, honestly I
wouldn't be surprised if Young just broke Gionet's nose!

CL: Doesn't look like we'll see just yet as Young grabs Gionet by the
head ... DDT! Young with a vicious one step DDT ...

FH: Gionet was driven like a spike into that mat! And Young is
ascending to the top rope ...

[Young stands on the top rope for a brief second before leaping into
the air and driving the point of his elbow into the heart of Larry
Gionet.]

CL: And Young is on the money with that Old School Elbow Drop!

FH: Gionet slips away to the outside, looking to put some distance
between him and the champion... but we all know what an opportunist
Brian Young is!

CL: Baseball slide... but Gionet with a quick sidestep!  He rolls into
the ring, and Young follows... Gionet drops the hammer!  Another
hammer!!!  Young struggles to his feet, and he blocks a third hammer
from Gionet!

[Young spins around Gionet and grabs him with a waistlock. Brian
powers Gionet over with a German Suplex. Young rolls through pulling
Gionet to his feet as he does so.]

CL: Young with a great German Suplex and he has rolled Gionet and
himself back up to their feet!

[Young slips his hands up, locking Gionet into a Full Nelson; he once
again powers Gionet into the air.]

CL: DRAGON SUPLEX!





ONE ...









TWO ...













THREE ???











FH: NO! Gionet gets his shoulder up.

CL: And Young looks upset as he is getting to his. He pulls Gionet up
and catches him with a stiff right hand. He locks on a Front Chancery
and slowly turns Gionet over ...

FH: INVERTED DDT RIGHT ACROSS THE KNEE OF YOUNG!

CL: And Young maintains the inverted facelock tightening his grip ...
DRAGON SLEEPER!

FH: No!!! Don't do it... don't give in!!!!

[The crowd is stunned as Gionet bridges upwards... forcing Young to
rise with him.  The champion suddenly releases the hold, and snatches
the challenger around the neck, obviously going for a Russian leg
sweep!]

CL: Young goes for a Russian leg sweep, but Gionet quickly fires back!
Young staggers, kick to the gut...

FH: TIGER PILEDRIVER!!!!!

[The crowd is stunned from the sudden burst of strength from
Gionet...]

CL: Young on the ground, but Gionet unable to capitalize... he takes a
moment to catch his breath as Young rolls to his feet.  Both men
giving their all for the PVW championship title... The champ is up,
and Young goes for a shinning wizard, but Gionet ducks!  He counters
and  connects with an enziguiri to the back of the head.

FH: Back on target... right to the back of the neck!

CL: He grabs young and hauls him up on his shoulders ...  airplane
spin into a burning hammer!  Good lord!

FH: Probably not as solid a shot as he was hoping, but the damage is
still done to the man who held his belt for only a few nights...

CL: You might be right...  As Young tries to gather his bearings,
Gionet runs the opposite ropes and drives a yakuza kick to the side of
the head!

[Gionet signals and pulls Young to his feet...he whips him to the
corner and the champion hits hard enough to bounce out.  Gionet
follows him in...  Young suddenly lashes out with a superkick, but
Gionet ducks as Young NAILS the referee beneath the jaw!]

CL: The referee is out...

FH: well, you might as well cue up Rob Cole's music, because there's
no way... hurt or not... that the monster is going to sit this one
out!

[A voice rings out while Young and Gionet are tangled in the ring.]

Voice:  Hey guys!  Yeah ... both of you take a second here....

[The big screen lights up as everyone seems startled by the voice
ringing out in the middle of the match. On the screen is "Sugar"
Shayne Grissom, still sitting in his hosital bed.  He has a sly grin,
but seems almost congenial in his countenance.]

Grissom:  Hey boys.  So far, I have to admit it has been a hell of a
match. I know everyone is excited about a heavyweight title shots.
Title shots are soemthing important to a wrestler, wouldn't you agree
Larry?

FH: Well, I guess some people never learn...

CL: Shayne Grissom having problems with the challenger as of late...
but he hasn't been cleared to wrestle as of yet.  Why is he taking
this kind of opportunity to give a forum.

[Shayne pauses as Larry, exhaustedly stares up at the screen.]

Grissom:  If title shots weren't important, I guess certain people
wouldn't do things they might regret normally, huh Brian?

[The crowd pops a little at Shayne's jab toward the champion.]

Grissom:  Don't worry Brian, I'm not going to cost you a title or
anything. I figure Robbie Cole has enough plans for you and the last
thing you need is me making it any worse.

[Grissom throws his hands in the air and smiles.]

Grissom:  I guess I just wanted to say thanks for the entertainment
for the evening. You see, I'd like to have been there and had a chance
to wrestle, but I'm stuck in this little hospital bed. A condition
that has left me pretty upset for awhile now. They say my ribs have
been severely damaged to the point where, without rest, they could
easily break and puncture my lungs.

[Shayne shrugs in fake fear.]

Grissom:  I guess I owe that to you Larry. This wonderful time off has
done nothing but allow me to dream up ways that I will ensure you
stand no chance at all of adding to whatever Legacy you think you
have. When the books are closed on our respective careers, mine will
be looked at as one of a kind. Probably even something that could be
described as legendary.

[Shayne smiles.]

Grissom:  Your career?  Well I'll let the man in the ring with you
explain that.....

[Gionet turns around quickly as the ring lights come back up bright
and the crowd erupts as Shayne Grissom is actually standing behind
Gionet.  Grissom hauls off and takes Gionet down with a "Sugar
Shock."]

FH: NO!!!! He's not cleared to wrestle... what the hell just
happened????

CL: Sugar Shayne Grissom just knocked the challenger straight out with
the Sugar Shock!  I'm stunned... here comes security, but the damage
is done...

[A winded Grissom grabs the ringside microphone as he backs up the
aisle.]

Grissom:  I would probably call your career a footnote at best, Lar.

[Shayne makes a confused face to Brian Young.]

Grissom:  Don't look at me like that Bri.....it's not like you haven't
done what is needed before, right?

[Grissom leaves the ring as the referee begins to come to his senses.
Young stares down at the dazed challenger... he shakes his head, and
then pauses.  He turns and a sick look comes over his features... ]

CL: Brian Young looks angry and frustrated and... he pulls Gionet to
his feet.  WHAT THE HELL?!?!?!! BLUE THUNDER!!!! BLUE THUNDER!!!!

He covers... hooking both legs....




One...







Two....







THREE!!!!!!



FH: That miserable... he ... did you see?  He just knocked an already
wounded man back to the mat.  He was acting like he was making the
cover of his life... but Gionet was already out... this is...

CL I'm a little stunned by the action myself, but Brian Young retains
his title... he's actually demanding it back right now as Larry Gionet
rolls to the outside.  He looks angry, hurt, and confused... he's
headed back up the aisle.  So, on behalf of my partner I want to wish
everyone a good...

FH: Good night my rear!!! This is horrible, terrible, rotten, and...
and...

["Rumatahatta" begins to blare over the loudspeakers and the audience
eruptso their feet as the Outcast suddenly appears in the aisle... and
staggers into the guardrail, dragging a chair in his right hand.  His
head is bandaged, stained deep crimson and pulped from his earlier
battles over the past few weeks.  The music cuts off with the cheers
as everyone suddenly realizes that this is not the triumphant return
of an injured man... ]

CL: Rob Cole... uhm... this is hard to watch.  Rob Cole makes his way
down the aisle, staggering and unbalanced.  He's not well, Fred... he
needs to sit this one out.

FH: Wow... I thought he was out here to beat on Brian Young, but I
don't think he's going to make it that far.  Oh, I stand corrected...

[Cole releases the chair and staggers the rest of the way onto the
ring apron, using the momentum to propel himself into the ring and
roll beneath the bottom rope.  Brian Young watches with a look of
confusion, disgust, and anger... Rob Cole is here, Rob Cole is
struggling to his feet, Rob Cole is down on his knees but crawling
towards the PVW Champion. As Brian Young watches Rob Cole crawl
towards him he places the PVW Heavyweight Championship upon his
shoulder. Rob glares up at the championship title resting upon the
shoulder of the champion.]

FH: Cole is staring a hole through the champion who is just standing
there watching the number one contender crawl.

[Rob Cole reaches the feet of the champion and reaches up grabbing the
waistband of Brian Young's wrestling tights. The champion looks down,
a disgusted look upon his face, and Brian slowly reaches down with his
left hand and begins to pull Rob Cole to his feet.]

FH: Here it comes! Brian Young is about to unload on Cole!

CL: I'm not sure this was the smartest idea by Rob Cole! Last week the
champion was on the verge of breaking his ankle!

FH: They are just staring at one another ... Brian looks like he is on
the verge of beating Cole one more time!

[After a few moments Rob Cole is upon his feet looking into the eyes
of Brian Young. Brian looks away from Cole's eyes; down towards the
championship belt that rests upon his shoulder. His gaze returns to
match that of Rob Cole's, and the look of disgust is gone replaced by
one of sympathy as he stares at the beaten and bruised challenger.
Brian finally speaks.]

I HAVE WHAT IS MINE ROB. IT'S OVER.

[Brian turns and walks towards the ropes and exits the ring. He stands
on the ring apron for a brief moment; as he does so he looks back at
Rob Cole and slowly shakes his head before he descends down the ring
steps.]

CL: Brian Young is leaving Rob Cole alone in the ring! The champion
just told Rob Cole it's over and he walks out of the ring!

FH: Is it over? Rob Cole is the number one contender so you know he
will be coming for the PVW HEavyweight Championship again!

[Brian stands in the aisle way; the camera at such an angle that Brian
Young is being looked at from below, Rob Cole can be seen standing in
the center of the ring in the distance. Yong removes the PVW
Heavyweight Championship from his shoulder and he kisses the title
before he hoists it high into the air for all in attendence to see.]




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           Credits:
Brian: Two Minute Drill, Baldwin/Rage
Rob:  Hayes/Page, Geds-Cole/Foley-Hartt
Chris: Made Men/Ryder-Magnum
Jamie D-Kid/T-Kid, Mercenary/Quesada
Mark: Gionet/Young


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