[Backstage, intrepid reporter Dean Hayes approaches the knealing
Masked Outlaw for the superstars first appearance in the PVW ring
since his defeat at the hands of Rob Cole over one year ago.  The
masked wrestler looks like he may have put on some significant
weight... he rises to his full height, standing almost six and half
feet tall as his masked features glare down at the smaller Hayes.  His
face is fully covered, and a wire is wrapped around his throat to a
small silver microphone in order to distort his vocal chords as he
speeks.]

DH: Oh, jeesh... I'm not even sure what I should call you, under that
mask and everything.  Mask, Outlaw, Masked Outlaw... but tonight the
PVW is looking to answer some hard questions about your return to
company and whether or not you're really Justin Cruise!  To be
honest... you look a little bigger than Cruise.

MO: Do you know Justin's sin?

DH: Uhm... no?

MO: Pride.  Justin Cruise is a good man and a better wrestler.  He
walks down that aisle, basks in the glow of that audience, and he
outwrestles his opponent by taking the high road.  He makes a point of
letting the fans know how he does things... up front, like any other
hero.  His only real sin is that he takes pride in it... he thinks
that makes him better than Rob Cole, for example.

DH: The World Champion is on suspension for his actions at the last
Heatwave...

MO: The World Champion is a man who is drowning in fear, panic, and
frustration.  He's seeing shadows in every corner, blinding himself to
the obvious threats.  I'm always there... a constant reminder for
every sin, every body left behind, every skeleton in the closet.  I
know who Rob Cole really is, and I know who Rob Cole wants to be...
more than anything, what he really wants to be even more than the
World Champion. Justin Cruise may well be just the man to take away
that World Championship Title... he may be the man who slays the beast
and saves the world from every wretched act committed by that lunatic.
I can wait, Dean... I can watch and wait and I can take advantage of
an opportunity, here, tonight... I can do what Rob Cole is no longer
allowed to do.

DH: Uhm... what's that?

MO: I can walk down that aisle and I can ply our trade.  I can step in
the ring with Alex Martinez, Livestock, and Gutch... and I can peel
the fat off the big boys, cut Martinez down, and prove that I'm not
Justin Cruise in one fell swoop.  And I can do it side by side with
one of the men Rob Cole hates more than any other... Will Geddings,
the Flyking himself.  It's been years and the two of them have
collectively slaughtered more companies than any other mismatched
parings of wrestlers in the history of this business.  Tonight, I'm
going to help show the world that the Flyking deserves the elevation
he's been earning, that he deserves to be a top contender, and
maybe... just maybe... that the fed killer set up of Rob Cole against
Will Geddings just may be the match of the millenium!

DH: So... you're a fan of Will Geddings?

MO: I've known Will Geddings for almost as long as I've known Rob
Cole! We don't just have a mask in common, Dean... we've spilled blood
together, we've crossed swords, and when all is said and done... Will
Geddings has earned my respect where so few men have ever done.  He is
the single most underrated men on this roster... and the time has come
for The Flyking to shed the expectations and become the World Champion
he was destined to be.

DH: Wow!  Who the heck are you under that mask?  Alot of speculation
in recent weeks...

MO: Paul Styles?  Retribution?  Cyric?  Alex Wallace?  Kuwasi Shakur?
Dr. Hate or maybe even Tuulenux? I could be any of them, Dean... I
might just be all of them.  Maybe one day I'll be one guy, maybe the
next day I'm another... but the one constant is that we have a score
to settle with Rob Cole.  That score begins tonight when I step in the
ring with Jessica Marshall's little army of gristle and fat. The Last
American Bad Word... a man who wants to become the new monster, stands
at seven feet, and puts together a really mean looking promo before
hitting that one move he's become so fond of advertising... one damn
move, and he's the be all end all of Pro-wrestling.  This company
isn't about how many moves you know, kiddo... it's about how many
times you get that shoulder up, how long you can hold out before
calling it a day, and it's about blood, sweat, and tears!  Out of
everyone in that ring, out of the two fat and gristle-laden pieces of
trash standing in that corner with him... I despise Alex Martinez for
everything he wants to be, everything he wants to dismiss and forget!

[The Masked Outlaw suddenly stops... and raises a hand, staring at the
glove for moment before he glances down towards Dean Hayes.  He
suddenly turns around and runs a hand over his head, his breathing is
ragged and somewhat panicked before he suddenly stops. He snatches the
microphone away violently... ]

MO: No no no... You listen to me!  Rob Cole needs to lay back and
watch what I do and what I'm capable of since the moment he thought he
buried me one year ago!  He likes to talk about being the monster...
the sad and pathetic truth is this: Rob Cole is a scared little boy
hiding beneath the bed because the Big Bad Dark is all around him and
it's swallowing him whole and complete.  All these people boo'ed me
before... but tonight, I'm going to play the part of the Big Damn Hero
and ride out with a posse of talent to take on SSN and the corporate
meltdown of everything wrong with this company.

[Hayes stares at the Masked man and timidly reaches out his hand when
the black clad warrior shoves the microphone back at him.  There's an
odd moment, Hayes sort of angles his head and furrows his brows before
shaking it a slight bit as the Masked Outlaw turns and walks away.]





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[We fade right outside the Joe Louis Arena - Detroit, Michigan.
It's nearly show time and what's left of the late arriving fans are
attempting to rush through before bell time.

We change directions and cut inside the arena.  The camera fires
through panning on the rabid wrestling fans.  Signs are being shoved
in-front of the camera.  "DETROIT IS PVW'S NEW HOME TOWN" /
"RIP AWMC" / "BOBBY COLE!" / "WE MISS JACK GRIFFIN" / "ALEX MARTINEZ
SOLD OUT!/

Pan to center of the arena ...  We zoom in on PVW's new majestic
wrestling ring.  The modern day Colosseum.  Down the sides of the ring
we see the PVW logo sitting next to the SSN logo.  Underneath it
surrounded by flames says - "The new revolution".  The old school
black turnbuckles have been replaced with gold.

The red and black ropes have been replaced with a black, gold, black
design.  Witch just happens to be the colors of the SSN logo. Are we
getting the picture yet?  In the center of the ring where the giant
Phoenix used to consume most of the center has been replaced with a
globe that has PVW - SSN circling the world.

The bright colors of gold, silver, and red fountain fireworks begin to
shoot from the turnbuckles...]





"__FAAASSSHHHOOOOM~!__"




"__KAAAABBBOOOOOOM~!__"




"__FAAASSSHHHOOOOM~!__"




"__KAAAABBBOOOOOOM~!__"




"__KAAAABBBOOOOOOM~!__"




"__FAAASSSHHHOOOOM~!__"





[The fireworks get a huge pop from the fans as we cut to ringside
where the broadcasting table is set up.  There are two familiar faces
behind the table.  On the left is hip, Chip Lester.   Chip has on a
PVW Polo design shirt.  To the right is former wrestling veteran and
broadcasting legend, "Fabulous" Fred Hoyle.  Hoyle has on a black
button up SSN shirt. Before Chip Lester can go into his usual
introduction "Purple Haze" by Hendrix begins to play to a mixed pop as
Detson makes his way from the back.]

CL:  What a way to start!  WWO legend and former hollywood actor
Johnny Detson is headed down to the ring with likely a few words to
say about recent events.

FH:  More Commie propaganda!  He's not a REAL American like Gibson
Hayes!!

[Detson, wearing just a plain track suit, slides into the ring and
pulls a mic from his pocket.]

Detson:  You know, I've been trying to assimilate myself into the PVW
for the past couple of weeks now, watching hours and hours of footage
of Gibson "Tyclone" Hayes which is essentially watching footage of
bits and pieces of "borrowed" schtick used by me eight years ago.  But
nevertheless, I have noticed a trend developing these past few months.
Go after Gibson, he sends out Demon Shadow, Big Bubba Hayes, Todd
Johnstone's fifth ex-wife, and anything else he can manage.  Hell,
Landis tonight has to wrestle Big Bubba Hayes and he's never wrestled
before.

[Detson laughs to himself as he focuses his attention to the curtain
leading to the backstage area.]

Detson:  You see, Tyclone Hayes is a desperate man on borrowed time,
Holliday, Landis, myself, the next person and then the next one after
left.  You keep hanging by a thread and eventually that thread breaks.
That's the point that Tyclone is at now.  So he has that inner circle
protecting him and keeping him safe but soon, the pieces of that
circle will come apart.

[Detson smirks as he finds the nearest camera.]

Detson:  Landis starts it tonight by taking out the only Hayes lesser
than yourself Tyclone and then its one less bullet in your arsenal.
But let's face it, that's small time and everyone here knows it, as
long as you have that psychotic, masked jack-o walking around than
you'll always have a sense of security.  Knowing you have the one
thing that doesn't care about rules, suspensions or any other
consequence from this Zero Tolerance.

[Detson shakes his head as he walks to the other side of the ring.]

Detson:  Well you know that doesn't sit right with me.  So I see that
there is this Shattered Dreams card coming up in a couple weeks and I
figure seeing that jack-o tried to take a chunk out of my forehead
last Tradition I owe him.  So why don't we set up a little Johnny
Detson versus Demon Shadow at Shattered Dreams and take one more piece
of the puzzle away from Mr. Gibson Hayes?

[The crowd pops at the mention of the match but the crowd noise
quickly dies down as heads turn towards the entrance curtains.  There,
with no fanfare and no music, a familiar squat, powerful figure
emerges.  Some of the crowd cheers to see Jason Keening dressed in a
PVW T-shirt and jeans but some boo automatically at what is,
essentially, an authority figure. Keening calmly walks down the aisle,
a wireless microphone in one hand, and climbs into the ring where he
waits for the noise to die down.]

FH:  Damn!  Here comes yet another waste of space and oxygen!!

JK:  Mr. Detson...

[Yet another cheer is raised by some of the fans at the mention of his
name and in the ring, Detson grins.]

JK:  ...I wasn't hired to schedule matches so I'm afraid I'm not the
one to speak to if you're looking to wrestle at Shattered Dreams.  But
despite my not being on the booking committee, I can tell you that the
match you're asking for won't be possible.

[This results in a number of boos from fans anticipating the match
while Detson loses his grin.]

JK:  Because while I'm not on the booking committee, I _AM_
responsible for enforcing the Zero Tolerance Policy... and your
presence here raises a couple of issues.  First off, you yourself were
actually in violation of the policy at a recent card.

[Detson starts to look annoyed but at the top of the aisle, Keening
holds up a restraining hand.]

JK:  As a result of which, your PVW manager's license has been
suspended.  That does not, however, prevent you from competing as a
wrestler.

[This news results in another cheer and Detson regains his smile.]

JK:  But while you're cleared to wrestle, Mr. Detson, the Demon Shadow
is not.  As a result of repeated infractions against the Zero
Tolerance Policy, Demon Shadow is suspended... for a long, long time.
Which means that I'm afraid you're going to have to look for another
dance partner come Shattered Dreams.

[Detson doesn't appear to be too happy with this particular bit of
news but before he can respond, a familiar shapely figure in a skin-
tight microskirt emerges from the entrance curtains causing the crowd
to erupt in a chorus of boos and wolf whistles.]

FH:  MY FERVENT PRAYERS ARE ANSWERED!  I WORSHIP THIS WOMAN!!

CL:  It seems that Jessica Marshall is here to throw yet another
monkey wrench into Jason Keening's latest ruling.

[Marshall strides down the aisle with a grin like the cat that ate the
canary, as Keening shoots her a mixed look of anger and annoyance. She
steps into the ring and produces another microphone.]

JFM: Far be it for me to step on Mr. Keening's toes here.  No that's
not true, I love to step on his toes whenever possible.  Jason, you
should have stayed retired.  But that's another matter altogether.

JK  Would you care to get to the point, Ms. Marshall?

JFM: Gladly.  Like you said moments ago, Jason, while it is true that
Mr. Detson here is free to compete in the ring, despite the many
objections SSN has to it, the Demon Shadow has indeed been suspended
indefinitely.  Luckily enough for these... great... PVW fans [Jess
narrows her eyes, as complimenting the fans clearly burns her up
inside] I have a solution to the problem.  Or more specifically, I
have a replacement to this challenge in mind.

V/O: Do you fear the Dark?

[The crowd nearly blows the roof off of the arena as "The Beautiful
People" by Marilyn Manson erupts over the PA system for the first time
in months.]

CL:  NO!  NOT HIM!!

FH:  Oh damn!  PVW's insurance rates just skyrocketed!!

CL: Anybody but ...

FH: I bet Joshua Morgan is pissing his pants right about now.

[The heavily muscled, dreadlocked form of PVW's resident madman The
Spectre appears at the top of the aisle, dressed in his usual black
attire.  Stalking immediately down to ringside, his cold gaze affixed
firmly on Detson, he slides under the bottom rope and pops up to his
feet while the fans boo loudly and Jason Keening glares murderously at
him.  Spectre smiles coldly at Detson, ignoring the rest of the
people in the ring.]

CL:  Jessica Marshall has re-instated The Spectre??  This is insane!!

FH:  No, Spectre's insane.  But we should probably stop using that
word in case Mal Practice is anywhere in earshot.

[The booing only grows louder for before anyone in the ring can speak,
another figure walks through the curtains at the top of the aisle.]

CL:  And now Todd Johnstone is joining the party!!

FH:  Starting to get a little crowded in that ring, now.  And based on
everybody's track record, I'd lay bets that Jason Keening should start
feeling a little nervous unless more of his security guards come out
here!

[Johnstone waddles down the aisle in a Boss Hog-esque southern style
suit with southern bolo tie, a giant cigar in his vile jowels and his
brown belt from Sears oddly out of place around his waist. Todd uses
his black laquered cane with silver tips to shoo away the audience as
he moves to get a microphonel.]

TJ: *sniff* I smell the wharf... oh wait it's a Marshall; at least
this one is still mobile.

[The foul manager stares at Detson.]

TJ:  Johnny, Johnny, Johnny... is this how you treat friends?  Is this
how you repay me?  Me, the one who pulled you out of some padded cell
in a putrid, pus oozing hole known as Casper, Wyoming?  Did you really
think, in that bleached blond, second rate Matthew Perry stand-in,
that you would get away with this little charade?  Can you be that
f[TV EDIT]g stupid?  Wait, don't answer that since I know the only
thing dimmer than you is your typical five kid having, welfare
cheating, yeast oozing Indiana crackwhore.

[Oh yeah, no one likes to hear Todd speak.]

TJ:  But Johnny, you know me, I'm a kind man.  I forgive and forget
and would simply chalk up your current mental retardation up to years
of using lead based Chinese hair gel or pubic infections rotting your
brain.  However, my boy Spectre, my boy Spectre though, the only thing
he forgets is that human beings tend to break when you play with them
too hard.  You know that all too well.  You've been broken before.
You've been [TV EDIT] on and fisted seven ways until Sunday. You've
been treated like a Thai hooker boy at a NAMBLA convention.  Johnny,
you've felt the sting of being tossed aside like a 14 year old boy's
tissue wad. You've been king [TV EDIT] in smaller places and you've
been a medium sized turd in larger bowls. Hell, I was with you when
Tyrone saved the bloated corpse of your career.  I remember you crying
like a rape victim on the witness stand and thanking what ever the
hell it is you worship for that second chance.

[He's not a kind man and the crowd doesn't exactly like his
politically incorrect language.]

TJ:  And this is how you repay me.  This is how you repay US.  Well, I
don't care any more.  I, Todd Johnstone, am nothing if not forgiving
but even a humanitarian such as I have my limits.  You've made your
bed and whether or not escaped Keening abortion #852341 likes it or
not, we're going to paste your blood and guts and the excrement that
props up the sagging skin a giant sack of [TV EDIT] like you holds
all over in every place you go.  Spectre doesn't recognize rules and I
just don't care.  Your misery and your pain will warm my insides.
Hell, just the idea of you being crippled and drinking your food
through a straw for the rest of your medically prolonged life gives me
a raging hard on.  I want you dead Johnny.  I will see you dead.  This
isn't about Gibson.  Gibby couldn't care less.  He's going to bury
Landis.  This is my little vendetta.  I don't appreciate people
throwing my kindness back in my face.  Spectre doesn't care who he
eviscerates; he just wants blood on his hands.  Don't get me wrong
Johnny, I don't want you dead, I want you alive.  I want you to rot in
a broken body and curse every f[TV EDIT]g day you have left on this
Earth.  I want your soul to die. It'll make me happy.

[Todd stares at Detson for a hard second and then gives the microphone
back to a ring attendant.]

Detson:  Todd, why the hostility?  Has this place broken you that
fast?  I mean, its not the good ol' days when you actually had talent
surrounding you and I know it must be tough on the ol' wallet when
those five kid having Indiana crack whores you know so much about keep
filing lawsuit after lawsuit to raise their alimony payment because
someone just had to marry them.

[Detson shakes his head in a disapproving manner towards Johnstone.]

Detson:  But you want me dead?  My soul dead?  My everlasting soul?
Todd come on this isn't personnal, it's business, it's never personal,
you give that lesson away for free at those cash scam seminars you
give down by the...

[Detson smirks.]

Detson:  I'm getting off track.  You think I've wronged you and you
changed the name of this psychotic jack-o, ONCE AGAIN, to extract it.

[Detson looks over at Spectre and looks him up and down.  He then
turns towards Keening.]

Detson:  Mr. Keening, like you said... Demon Shadow is gone.  I guess
Spectre will have to do.

[The crowd pops as Spectre continues to stare a hole through Detson.
Detson just laughs and holds up his hand.]

Detson:  But unlike the disparaging remarks of Mr. Johnstone, I'm a
nice person.  I wouldn't want to create more work for anyone.  Let me
help everyone out.

[Detson points at Spectre.]

Detson:  This jack-o probably can't go five minutes let alone the few
weeks until Shattered Dreams without violating Zero Tolerance.

[Detson points at Keening.]

Detson:  Which creates more work for you with all that suspending you
love to do.

[Detson points at himself.]

Detson:  But leaves me without an opponent and my soul very much
alive.

[Detson points at Todd.]

Detson:  Which leaves Todd all depressed.

[Detson winks at Johnstone before taking in a huge breath.]

Detson:  So since the chances of actually having a wrestling match
with armbars and wristlocks with this jack-o is about as likely as you
(points to Keening) gaining a personality, you (points at Todd)
practicing self-control and you (points at Marshall) practicing
abstinence... why don't we just eliminate the need for all of
it (now looks at Spectre and points back and forth between them) and
make sure this little match happens without the hassle of Zero
Tolerance getting in our way.

[Keening goes to speak but before he can, Detson utters a phrase that
nearly blows the roof off the arena.]

Detson:  Rebirth Rules I think you call it?

[The fans roars their approval while Keening blinks in confusion.]

JK:  I... I'm almost afraid to ask... Rebirth Rules?

[The Spectre reaches out and takes the microphone with a slight smile
on his pale face.]

Spectre:  Rebirth Rules are simple, friend Keening... no
disqualifications... no count outs... everything goes... it appears
that little Detson has wearied of life, so we'll be more than happy to
relieve him of its burden.

[Keening glares angrily at Spectre but Detson grins broadly in feral
anticipation as he steps forward to confront the taller man.  Keening
steps in between the two and prevents them from getting too close to
one another while Johnson screams threats at Detson from behind the
safety of his pale guardian.  In the background, Jessica Marshall can
be seen looking on with a satisfied smirk as a horde of security
guards flood the ring to pull Detson and Spectre apart.]

CL:  Johnny Detson versus a re-instated Spectre in a Rebirth Rules
Match!!

FH:  Detson just signed his own death warrant!  He's gonna be a sticky
red paste on the canvas at Shattered Dreams!!

CL: Shattered Dreams just got a hole bunch more out of hand!

FH: Only a genius like Jessica Marshall could plan something like
this!  I love a lady who is not only sexy, but smart!

CL: You love any women who has a pulse.

FH: So?

CL: What a way to start the night off!  We are less than a month away
from PVW's legendary weekend.  TWO NIGHTS back to back ... One night
in London and the other in New York, City.

FH: Do we have to work both nights?

CL: I would only assume so.

FH: Man I better get double pay.

CL: I just realized.  Two nights back to back working with you.

FH: And flying from USA to London and back to NY with you ...

[At the same time ...]

CL & FH: OOOOOOH NOOO!

[A moment of silence then Chip breaks the ice.]

CL: Anyways we have quite a night scheduled for you.  We have six
action packed matches and the highly anticipated contract signing
between Rick Marley and William Craven.  The match that will _finally_
settle the score.

FH: Finally Rick Marley can eliminate that monkey on his back.

CL: The first match of the night will reward the winner a spot in the
Shattered Dreams Network Championship - Ladder Mania.

FH: I don't care who wins as long as they take the title from that
idiot, El Outlaw LOCO.

[The fans POP as The Voice stands in the center of the ring ready to
announce the first match.]

HD: The opening contest is scheduled for one fall and is under
scramble rules!

[POPPAGE!]

HD: Coming to the ring first standing at six feet two and weighing in
at two-hundred and forty one pounds ...


Wrestling out of the unknown


DR.X !!!


[No music, no pyro nothing ...  The mysterious Dr. X emerges from the
backstage area.   With a standard black mask covering his face with
matching trunks and boots he begins to slowly walk down the aisle way
looking around the arena....  The camera picks up the back of the mask
where a white X sits.]

FH: So Lester you find anything else out about this man yet?

CL: Just what I knew at Tradition III Fred.

FH: How can you still have a job Lester? You aren't doing any research
anymore it's like you're just phoning it all in now.

CL: What about you Fred? What did you find out about him.

FH: That's he's a not a real doctor and he's a fan of Speed Racer.

CL And how does that help us?

FH: It tells me a lot about the man. For one he is a liar! How can you
call yourself doctor and not be a doctor!

CL: ...

['You Gotta Fight' by Beastie Boys thunders through the arena as
bright lights flash all over the entranceway.]

'THE DUDE YOU RELATE TOO'

[Flashes across the screen in normal white lettering.]

'YEAH!
KICK IT!

You wake up late for school - man you don't wanna go
You ask you mom, "Please?" - but she still says, "No!"
You missed two classes - and no homework
But your teacher preaches class like you're some kind of jerk
You gotta fight for your right to party '

[As 'You Gotta Fight' continues to rock, 'The Dude You Relate Too'
Mike Cox steps on to the entrance way decked out in simple cut off,
black jean shorts, black knee pads black wrestling boots and a black
t-shirt with the slogan 'Hold My Beer While I Kiss Your Girlfriend'
across the front in white. His hands are taped in white athletic
tape and he doesn't look all that enthused to be here as he scans the
crowd with a sober look.]

'You pop caught you smoking - and he said, "No way!"
That hypocrite - smokes two packs a day
Man, living at home is such a drag
Now your mom threw away your best porno mag (Bust it!)

You gotta fight for your right to party
You gotta fight'


'MIKE  COX'

[Splashes across the screen in white lettering as pyros go off to
either side of the less then impressed wrestler. The explosions make
him jump as he curses to himself and shakes his head as he walks down
to the ring.]

'Don't step out of this house if that's the clothes you're gonna wear
I'll kick you out of my home if you don't cut that hair
Your mom busted in and said, "What's that noise?"
Aw, mom you're just jealous - it's the Beastie Boys!

You gotta fight for your right to party
You gotta fight for your right to party'

[Once at ringside, Mike Cox walks up the steps, shakes his head and
hops over the top rope. He looks around at the crowd with that
bored/annoyed look again before shaking his head and heading to a
corner. He tugs on his knee pads and checks over his attire before
taking off his t-shirt and handing it to the ringside help. He
stretches his arms and shakes his head, mumbling to himself the whole
time as his music fades.]

CL: And here comes the second participant of this match.

[The heavily distorted guitars and heavy beats of Widescreen Mode's
"Everlasting Bomb" resounds, heralding the arrival of Perry Fontana.
Covered in his flashy orange, red and gold boxer's robe, the Canadian
wrestler appears, visage almost entirely covered by his hood. He
purposefully makes his way to the ring, dismissive of any other
presence, fans, officials and wrestlers alike.]

HD: ...weighing in tonight at 251 pounds ... Here is

"THE EVERLASTING" PERRY FONTANA !!!

[Once in the ring, he finally disrobes, unveiling the grandiose
muttonchops that adorn his cheeks. He combs his luxuriant head of
black hair with his fingers, glares at the mere mortals nearby, then
focuses on his pre-match stretches.]

FH: Perry Fontana is a capable wrestler ... a bit arrogant for my
tastes but he's capable.

CL: Too arrogant for you? Are you kidding me?

[Lowly thrumming, the sounds of They Might Be Giants' "Particle Man"
fills the arena, hailing the arrival of a man whose mask is a stylized
blue "SSN" logo set into black fabric.  His long-legged singlet is
also emblazoned with patches depicting the logos of every SSN paid
advertiser they could cram in.]

HD: ...weighing in tonight at 240 pounds, and accompanied by "Big"
Gene Gaines...

#Particle man, Particle man,#
#doing the things a particle can.#
#Whats he like? its not important.#
#Particle man.#

[Striding out from the entrance portal, he's followed by a 7' tall man
whose head is mostly a tawny mustache, capped by spiked short hair of
the same color.  His black suit and mirrored sunglasses give him an
aura of menace.]

HD: He hails from "Parts Unknown", Michigan...

#Is he a dot, or is he a speck?#
#When hes underwater does he get wet?#
#Or does the water get him instead?#
#Nobody knows, particle man.#

[Coming to the ringside area, Maniac walks to the ring steps, the fans
giving a mostly positive mixed pop in spite of his cocky swagger.
Stepping up to the outside second rope, he raises his fists in mock
victory as Gaines does the same on the floor.]

HD: This is The Masked Maniac!

#Triangle man, Triangle man,#
#Triangle man hates particle man.#
#They have a fight, triangle wins,#
#Triangle man.#

[Hopping to the inside of the ring, Maniac turns to face his opponent,
a smiling mouth full of bright white teeth visible through the mouth
slot of his mask.]

CL: Rumor has it that Masked Maniac has been working on trying to get
together a crew for ABDC ...

FH: A what for what?

CL: Just saying people are thinking that he is trying to add a new
element to his game by being a part of a dance crew ...

FH: Lester, sometimes I wonder why people let you speak ...

CL: I've been asking that about you for months now.

HD: His opponent ... Wrestling out of Norfolk, Virginia!   Standing at
five feet nine and weighing in at one-hundred and ninety five pounds

THE PHENOM ...


TOMMY RYDER !!!


FH: And right here the lovely Lady Laurel would normally walk out but
she is suspended ... honestly I heard she was just trying to get
closer Nick Wright again ...

CL: Fred, stop telling lies!

FH: Hey it's not my fault she knows the locker room better than Tommy
Ryder!

["Headstrong" by Trapt rocks the arena as "The Phenom" Tommy Ryder
hops out from the back.  The fans erupt in a massive pop for the
youngster ; trotting to the ring, he pumps his arms and shakes hands
with as many of the fans as he can reach.  He stops as he reaches the
outside of the ring and stares at the rest of the competitors in
the ring.]


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                    08.07.09 Heatwave
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                    5 Man Scramble:
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Mike Cox v. Tommy Ryder v. Dr. X v. Masked Maniac v. Perry Fontana
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*DING!* *DING!* *DING!*

CL : We have all five men in the ring and they are just staring at one
another.

FH: What do you expect Lester. This isn't your average match. Five men
in the ring at one time and there is no doubt that one mistake will
cost you the match!

[The five men slowly look one another over and in a sudden movement
Masked Maniac catches the Dude you can relate to Mike Cox with a
headbutt to the side of his head. Cox staggers as he grips the side of
his head, Maniac quickly drives the point of his elbow into the skull
of Ryder, who shakes his head for a brief moment but comes back
driving his right hand into the mask of Maniac. Maniac stumbles back
as Dr. X and Fontana grab him by the arms and whip him hard into the
ropes ...]

CL: Double whip, and Ryder takes Maniac down with Leaping Leg Lariat.
And Fontana is quick to drop his knee into the side of Ryder's arm ...

FH: You know it's quite on the outside of the ring without that Harpy
screaming for Ryder ...

CL: Lady Laurel Fred, her name is Lady Laurel ...

FH: Call her midget mack for all I care Lester. She's suspended for
breaking Zero Tolerance and honestly that helps my ear drums so I'm a
fan of it!

[Fontana quickly grabs the arm of Ryder and drops down to his back.]

CL: Fontana with an Fujiwara Armbar on Ryder ...

[Dr. X drops driving his fist into the skull of Fontana.]

CL: Fontana may want to show the world his Armbars but it's too early
in the match to look for a submission ..

FH: There's too many people for a submission Lester. Right now is the
time to rest on the outside of the ring and let everyone else wear
themselves done. As you can see though no one is smart enough to do
that and that's why none of these men will ever make it as a champion!

CL: Masked Maniac has already beaten the Network Champion Fre ...

FH: He beat a man in pig mask! A man who should not even be a
champion! That retard got lucky and won a match just like this. A
match where anyone can get lucky! See what I mean! Cox with a sudden
roll-up on Dr. X for the cover!


ONE ...

TWO ...

FH: No go as Maniac pulls Cox up and tosses him away from Dr. X!
Maniac grabs Dr. X in Front Chancery ...

CL: Maniac with the Maniac Spike!

FH: Maniac hitting his patented DDT early and now he is looking for
the cover!


ONE ...

TWO ...

CL: And too no one's surprise but maybe Maniac Dr. X with the shoulder
up.

FH: Look at Maniac he's beside himself as he thought he had the match
in the bag. He's starting to argue with the referee and Fontana grabs
Maniac with a roll-up ...


ONE ...

TWO ...

CL: And Ryder drives the boot to the side of Fontana's head breaking
up the pinfall!

[Fontana pushes himself to his feet and Ryder leaps catching him
square in the head with Back Flip Kick.]

FH: Ryder trying to be Pele there ... doesn't he realize this isn't
soccer?

CL: Doesn't seem to matter as Maniac slides on top of Fontana and is
once again trying to steal a pinfall!


ONE ...

TWO ...

CL: And this time Dr. X breaks it up and just tosses Maniac to the
floor through the middle rope.

[Dr. X spins around and turns his attention to Ryder who tries for a
Superkick but Dr. X ducks; yet Mike Cox dropkicks the ducking Dr. X
sending him crashing through the middle rope to the floor. Fontana
back to his feet and he rushes forward, yet Ryder catches him with a
Back Body Drop sending him up and over the top rope to the floor where
he crashes into Maniac who was in the process of once again getting
back to his feet. Cox towards the far side ropes ...]

CL: Cox with a head ...

FH: Damn Lester that's sick!

CL: Of steam and he dives through the middle rope! Cox with a Pescada!
Ryder is looking at all four men crumbled on the floor ...

FH: And here a smart man would win as a result of the count out ...

[Ryder looks towards the ropes and the crowd cheers encouraging him on
...]

FH: But of course Ryder is anything but smart!

[Ryder has ascended to the top turnbuckle and he flips backwards ...]

CL: MOONSAULT! Ryder with a Moonsault to the floor crashing on Dr. X,
Cox, Fontana and the Masked Maniac! The crowd may love that move but
Ryder looks to be pulling up a bit limp ...

FH: Lester you know what Lady Laurel says is never limp ...

CL: Don't Fred ...

FH: Cox  ...

CL:  ... Five in this match and five men are all outside on the ring
in a massive heap!

FH: Just like Lady Laurel likes it ...

CL: It's getting old Fred. Dr. X is up first and grabs Fontana by his
head and shoves him under the bottom rope. Dr. X rolling in after him
...

[Both men are to their feet and Dr. X grabs Fontana and locks on a
Side Head Lock. Fontana though pushes Dr. X into the ropes and shoves
him off to the far side. Dr. X rebounds and Fontana takes him down
with a Drop Toe Hold. Fontana tries to float up for an Armbar but Dr.
X catches him with an elbow to the jaw and grabs Fontana pulling him
up and locking on a Front Chancery.]

CL: Dr. X lifting Fontana high into the air ...

FH: And the old man ...

CL: Old man?

FH: He was wrestling when I was! Dr. X is showing a lot of power as he
is holding Fontana there high into the air.

CL: And he finally slams Fontana onto his back with that Delayed
Vertical Suplex. Dr. X isn't looking for the cover as he rolls back to
his feet.

FH: And Dr. X with the Garvin Stomp!

[Dr. X begins a counterclockwise series of stomps at the left biceps,
and he continues to stomp all over Fontana's body from the left arm,
to the left pectoral, the left side of the abdomen, left quadriceps,
left calf muscle, right calf muscle ..]

FH: and Dr. X is now taking apart the right side of Fontana's body
just like a surgeon. He's inflicting a massive amount of pain all over
the body; it's pure genius Lester. Why let any part of the man work?

[As Dr. X ends the assault of Fontana with a spinning boot scrape
Tommy Ryder climbs onto the ring apron and grabs the top rope and
sling boards himself into the air ...]

CL: Springboard Bulldog! Dr. X is down and Tommy Ryder with the cover
...

ONE ...


TWO ...

FH: And Masked Maniac pulls Ryder off Dr. X ....

CL: And Mike Cox grabs the Masked Maniac from behind ...

FH: Cox likes it from behind!

CL: You are an absolute moron! Full Nelson by Mike Cox and Masked
Maniac is struggling to get free.

[Tommy Ryder is slowly back to his feet as is Dr. X. Ryder drives his
right hand into the side of Masked Maniac's face as Mike Cox continues
to work the Full Nelson as this is going on Fontana rolls to the
outside for a moment and Dr. X slams his right boot into the mat.
Ryder steps back a step to can extra force but Dr. X spins him around
and drops back a step before attempting to drive a Superkick into the
jaw of Tommy Ryder. Ryder ducks and the impact of the Superkick
catches Masked Maniac under the jaw and as it connects Cox snaps
Maniac back in a Dragon Suplex and uses the Superkick as extra
momentum.]

FH: X wanted Ryder there but he missed! But Ryder didn't as he just
grabbed Dr. X and drives him to the mat with a Swinging Neckbreaker!

CL: Cox bridging over on the other side of the ring ...


ONE ...


TWO ...

FH: And Perry Fontana grabs the arm of Masked Maniac and pulls him out
of the pinning predicament! Fontana pulls Maniac to the floor and
slides into the ring himself. He grabs Cox and executes an Arm
Wringer! And now he drives the point of the elbow into the arm once,
twice, three times!

[Fontana begins to wring the arm again but half way through he stops
and yanks down on the arm driving it across his own shoulder. Cox
flinches in pain as Fontana finishes the Arm Wringer and suddenly
pulls Cox in; driving his shoulder into the upper arm and shoulder of
Ryder. On the other side of the ring Dr. X has whipped Ryder into the
corner and rushes forward to drive his shoulder into the mid section
of Ryder but Ryder leaps, surprising Dr. X with Sunset Flip.]


ONE ...


TWO ...

FH: And Dr. X kicks out of the weak pin attempt by Ryder.

CL: It was a head's up defensive move that caught Dr. X by surprise.
Ryder is to his feet first and he drills a Dropkick to the back of Dr.
X's head.

FH: And Fontana drops Cox with a Side Russian Leg Sweep as Masked
Maniac is still down on the outside.

CL: By the sound of Gene Gaines it looks like Maniac might be out of
it right now. The Superkick by Dr. X really took it out of him.

FH: Gaines though is being smart and staying where he belongs last
thing Maniac needs is his manager to be suspended like Lady Laurel.

[Fontana has rolled Cox to his stomach and then scissors he near arm
of Cox with his legs and takes hold of the far arm of Mike Cox with
both hands, forcing him onto his side and placing stress on both
shoulder joint.]

FH: Fontana with a Scissored Armbar and Cox is struggling but to no
avail. Fontana has that cinched in and I think it's just a matter of
moments before the man Lester can relate to is forced to give up. Cox
though is a slacker so it's amazing he even did this well here
tonight.

[Dr. X has battled back to his feet and has Tommy Ryder against the
ropes. Dr. X grabs the arm of Ryder and whips him across the ring
Ryder as he is running drops down and catches the back of Fontana's
head with a Baseball Kick causing him to release the hold on Mike Cox.
As Ryder gets back to his feet Dr. X charges forward and attempts a
Clothesline; Ryder though blocks it and leaps up into the air onto
Dr. X's back taking him over with a Crucifix.]


ONE ...


TWO ...

CL: Ryder trying to use his speed to his advantage wit that Crucifix
roll up but Fontana breaks that up in a hurry.

[Fontana grabs Ryder by the head and urges Dr. X to help him. The two
men quickly power Ryder into the air with a double Vertical Suplex and
both men are quickly to their feet. Dr. X grabs Fontana and rakes his
eyes. As Fontana struggles to see Dr. X grabs him pulls him onto his
shoulder and rushes forward driving Fontana into the mat with a
Powerslam.]

FH: We have four men in the ring but Fontana looks like a pancake
after that Powerslam. Cox is back to his feet but he seems to be
favoring that shoulder a bit.

[Cox motions to Ryder and as he does so Cox drops to all fours. Ryder
rushes forward steps onto Cox's back and leaps forward drilling Dr. X
with a Leg Lariat. Dr. X stumbles into the ropes, which are the only
things that keep him on his feet. Ryder grabs the arm of Dr. X and
whips him towards Mike Cox who is charging with a Clothesline. Dr.X
though is able to duck the Clothesline and somehow is able to counter
with a Sleeper Hold. As Cox struggles to fight the Sleeper Hold Ryder
ascends to the second rope and leaps ...]

CL: Second Rope LUNG BLOWER! Ryder catching Dr. X completely unaware
with that Lung Blower!

FH: But was it smart? He was just crushed under the weight of Dr. X
and Mike Cox. Look at him struggling to get to his feet.

[On the outside Masked Maniac has once again gotten to his feet and he
reaches into the ring grabbing the leg of Mike Cox. He pulls Cox
outside and whips him hard into the steel guardrail. As Cox staggers
off of the guardrail, Masked Maniac does a quick Michael Jackson style
spin and rushes forward catching Cox with a Rolling Elbow.]

CL: A Rolling Elbow from Masked Maniac .... Good lord what is the
world coming to!

FH: It had to be an accident. He was probably going for a Clothesline
and he stumbled on the concrete ... there's no way a man who is still
practicing dance moves in a wrestling match did that on purpose.

CL: That might be but right now Masked Maniac is on the offensive as
he pulls Mike Cox up and drills him with a Gutwrench Suplex on the
floor. And now Masked Maniac is giving the PVW fans a double bicep
pose.

FH: He's an idiot! He should be in the ring where Fontana is trying to
whip Ryder into the ropes. Ryder reverses him into the far side ropes.
Ryder leap frog the rebounding Fontana and rushes to the ropes himself
...

CL: ASAI Moonsault! Ryder caught the rebounding Fontana completely
unaware with that Asai moonsault. Ryder is quickly back up to his feet
and he grabs Fontana ...]

[Tommy grabs Fontana form under one arm across the chest and over the
other shoulder.  He then bends Fontana backwards over his knee.]

CL: Tommy is looking for the Phenomenal  End! And he Drills Fontana
with it! Fontana just got caught by Ryder's version of Shell Shock!

FH: NO!

ONE ....



TWO ....


THR --?

FH: And Masked Maniac breaks the pinfall attempt! Maniac pulls Ryder
to his feet and drives him back first into the turnbuckle.

[Masked Maniac drives his shoulder into the stomach of Ryder as
Fontana rolls onto the ring. Mike Cox slowly rolls back into the ring
as Dr. X is pulling himself up in the corner. Masked Maniac hoists
Ryder up and places him onto the top turnbuckle.]

CL: Superplex! And Maniac is proud of himself as he points both of his
thumbs at himself. He pulls Ryder to his feet once again.

FH: Maniac is setting Ryder up for what looks like the Maniac Spike
...

CL: And there it is the DDT!

FH: And Mike Cox grabs Maniac before he can even get a one count.

[Cox with a swift kick to the gut of Masked Maniac ...]

CL: There it is the Pedigree!

FH: What does he call that again?

CL: The Whatcha-meh-call-it!

FH: ...

ONE ....


TWO ...

CL: And Dr. X pulls Cox off of Manian and just drives his right hand
squarely into the chest of Mike Cox!

FH: I don't know who has a more effective Heart Punch, Dr. X or
Manson. But I do know Cox just crumbled!

[Mike Cox hits the mat in a heap. But suddenly Fontana is back into
the fray as he rushes forward and drives his knee into the back of Dr.
X forcing him into the ropes. Fontana grabs him by his head and rushes
him forward driving him shoulder first into the steel post.]

FH: Fontana taking no chances with Dr. X as he drove him shoulder
first into the steel post and now he turns his attention on Mike Cox!

[Fontana drops to the mat besides Cox. As He does so he slips the
Cox's left arm under his own knee joint and folds it back over the
same leg's thigh. From this position, Fontana traps Cox's arm and
applies pressure by leveraging his left leg. Finally, Fontana applies
a chinlock.]

CL: He calls this Amputation. It's the Omoplata Armbar and Chinlock!

FH: It's named after the orange things that work for Willy Wonka?

CL: .... Mike Cox was knocked out after Dr. X's Heart Punch this right
here is just overkill!

FH: The referee is being smart and just calling for the bell. He
probably just saved Mike Cox some serious surgery.

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

HD: Here is your winner ...

"The Everlasting" Perry Fontana

FH: I am starting to _REALLY_ like this guy.

CL: I am not sure many others do.

[The fans boo as Perry Fontana raises his arm high proudly earning a
spot in a championship match this early in his PVW career.  Dr. X
returns back into the ring and just glares.]

CL: Dr. X is an old school wrestler.  He does things the way the
veterans in this sport prefer to do things.  Perry Fontana is part of
the new era superstar.  These two do NOT get a long what-so-ever.

FH: I don't understand why.  Perry Fontana led the two to victory at
Tradition III.

[Perry Fontana half way up the aisle turns back towards the ring where
Tommy Ryder has began to head up and gave a cocky smile towards the
competitors.]

CL: The confident Perry Fontana is the first challenger announced for
El Outlaw LOCO for ladder mania.

FH: Perhaps we just saw the next PVW Network Champion.

CL: Perhaps Fred.  I am getting word we have camera's standing by in
the back.

FH: In Jessica Marshall's dressing room?

[We cut back to the door way of a dressing room section.  The door
opens as PVW global superstar from the Netherlands Herscher von
Donkerhardt seems to have arrived and entering to change.  However
hanging from the ceiling is a stuffed Piglet doll from Winnie the
Pooh.  Snickers and laughter's come from the fans in the arena who are
watching this on the big screen.]

CL: What's this?

FH: A Piglet doll?

CL: We can only assume it's a gift from the Mercenary.

[The Netherlands superstar stands glaring at it for a second then
grabs it with one swift reach and rips it down.  He turns and tosses
it across the hall with a glare and slams the dressing room door.]

CL: The ever serious HvD doesn't look very happy with his gift what-
so-ever.

FH: I think Mercenary just signed his death wish.

CL: The ring is now cleared.  What a way to open the night.  Looking
at my notes next we have a PVW Network Championship match.  El Outlaw
LOCO is set to defend the title against El Roberto COLE.

FH: This is a wreck waiting to happen.

## He pagado mis deudas
   Una y otra vez
   Hice mi condena
   Pero no perpetr? ning?n crimen
   Y errores malos
   Comet? algunos
   Tuve mi granito de arena
   Golpeado en mi cara
   Pero ya he pasado  ##

FH: Great.. this is just what we needed.

## Nosotros somos los campeones - mis amigos ##

CL: This should be an interesting match to say the least.

FH: Interesting?  How can this be interesting?  How in the heck can
this
match even happen?  Outlaw is BOTH competitors.

CL: Don't be silly Fred.  It's El Outlaw LOCO vs. El Roberto COLE.
It's
obviously not the same person.

[El Outlaw LOCO steps out from the back, to a loud pop from the crowd.
He unstraps the PVW Network title from around his waist and raises it
high in the air. ]

FH: Really Chip?  REALLY?  Have you ever seen the two of them in the
same room at the same time?

CL: Well no. But I haven't seen you in the same room as George
Clooney.
Does that make you George Clooney?

HD: Introducing, standing an alleged five feet, six inches tall, and
weighing an estimated one hundred and sixty five pounds, hailing from
Mexico City, Mexico...

["Mehico" chant from the crowd.]

RA: -- EL OUTLAW LOCO!

[LOCO sprints towards the ring sliding under the bottom rope with the
title still in his hands.  He drops down to his knees and cradles the
Network title, while he looks up at the sky.]

CL: Such spirit.  Such dedication to his title.

FH: What a crock.  Every day this fool holds the Network title he's a
disgrace to both PVW and the SSN network.

RA:  And his opponent.

["Rumatahatta" by Sepultura hits the PA system.]

RA: EL ROBERTO COLE.

[The camera pans to the entrance.  and waits.]

FH: Gee, what a surprise.  El Roberto COLE is not here.

CL: Oh my.  I wonder what could've happened to him.

FH: NOTHING!  He's already standing in the ring.

Voice: Una momento por favor.

[The camera cuts back to the jumbo screen.  El Robert COLE is on the
screen, staring towards El Outlaw LOCO and the ring.  He's dressed in
his standard (Rob Cole) ring gear with the PVW Network title on his
shoulder.  The image is from a home video, the time stamp on the
bottom from two days ago.]

El Roberto COLE: It is with [senal] regret, that EL ROBERTO COLE, is
not [senal] able-o to be in the ring-o.

CL: Well that's unfortunate.

El Roberto COLE: My lawyer-o, has informed me that I am [senal]
suspended, by that pindaho Jason [senla] Keeting.  Apparently they
believe El Roberto COLE, the [senal] PVW Champion has violated the
zero tolerancia policy.

FH: Thank the lord for Jason Keening.

[A strange pause.]

FH: Wait did I just _really_ say that?

CL: Yes Fred you did.

[El roberto COLE shakes his head.]

El Roberto COLE: I had advirtió that cabrone [senal] Justin Cruise
last time that things were going to be [senal] hardcore!

CL: Ah yes, I remember the slinky of doom.

El Roberto COLE: And still, Jason Keenan [senal] suspends me?  Who
does he [senal] think he is [senal] dealing with?  I AM EL ROBERT
COLE!

[Crowd chants Roberto.]

El Outlaw LOCO: Senor.  If I [senal] may.

El Roberto COLE: Who's talking to you senor?  I am the [senal]
championo!

El Outlaw LOCO: I too am a [senal] champion.  And I am waiting here
for you to show your ugly [senal] face!

CL: Ohhhh... Those are fighting words!

FH: I think I have a headache.

El Roberto COLE:  If I was not [senal] suspended I would do to you
what I [senal] did to Justin Cruise last week.

El Outlaw LOCO: If you were a real [senal] man, you wouldn't be
worried about a [senal] supension.  I guess you are a [senal] cowardo,
hiding behind Jason Keemin's suspension.

["Cole" gets visibly upset.]

CL: This isn't looking good for El Outlaw LOCO.  There may be a
Mexican stand off!

FH: Please end this ... Really fast.

El Outlaw LOCO:  So you stay away from the [senal] arena, like the
little pollo you are, while the great luchadores like Justin Cruise
and EL OUTLAW LOCO, fight for the [senal] honor of PVW.

El Roberto COLE: I am el Monstruo debajo de la cama.

CL: Folks I don't know what was just said, but I am sure we will be
getting fines in Mexico!

El Outlaw LOCO: You are el chicken debajo de la cama.  You are [senal]
afraido of El Outlaw LOCO and Justin Cruise, and all the luchadores of
[senal] PVW!

["Cole" is fuming!]

CL: Roberto COLE is mad!

FH: [Sarcastic voice.] Oh no ...

El Roberto COLE: [senal] [senal] [senal] [senal]!  I no longer [senal]
care about the suspension!  El Roberto COLE will destroy you and your
[senal] Justin Cruise!  I should come down to the [senal] ring right
this minute --

[A light goes on inside the room with Cole.  Semi walks in through the
door.]

Semi: Hey, whatcha doin' in here?  Want to play some Xbox?

El Roberto COLE: I AM the MONSTRUO DEBAJO DE LA CAMA!

[Laughter can be heard int he area now.]

Semi: Right, ok, well when yer done filming, I'll be waiting.

El Roberto COLE: FINE!  I'm coming!

[He flicks off the recording.]

[The camera pans to Chip and Fred.  Both men look shocked.]

CL: Well.. that was different.

El Outlaw LOCO: See my fans, once more we see how [senal] scared Rob
Cole is, and why he [senal] cheats!  However, El Outlaw LOCO will
always be there to [senal] represent PVW!

[The crowd chants "MEHICO"]

FH: Does he have to be?

[LOCO drops the mic, and rolls out of the ring with the belt in his
hands.]

CL: I.. I'm not sure what to make of all this.

FH: He's an embarrassment to PVW.  A walking talking fool!

[El Outlaw LOCO finds a young woman and helps her over the railing.
He hands her the belt for her to put around his waist.]

CL: The ladies love him though Fred.

FH: I think they're afraid more than anything else.

[The young lady puts the belt around LOCO's waist, and raises his
hand as the fans roar on their champion.]


   L O C O ! ! !   L O C O ! ! !   L O C O ! ! !   L O C O ! ! !


   L O C O ! ! !   L O C O ! ! !   L O C O ! ! !   L O C O ! ! !


   L O C O ! ! !   L O C O ! ! !   L O C O ! ! !   L O C O ! ! !


   L O C O ! ! !   L O C O ! ! !   L O C O ! ! !   L O C O ! ! !


[The PVW Network Champion, El Outlaw LOCO stands waving on the Detroit
fans.]

CL: We are a long ways away from El Outlaw LOCO's home country, but
look at the reception he is getting.

FH: Actually we are very close to Canada.

[El Outlaw LOCO heads up the aisle way as the fans reach over patting
the shoulder of the fighting champion.]

FH: I hope Perry Fontana breaks his frickin arm!

CL: So I guess El Outlaw LOCO wins by forfeit?

FH: I think he wins by stupidity.

[We cut backstage where Perry Fontana stands looking at the monitor
with his usual confident grin.]

FH: There is our next PVW Network champion Lester.

CL: You could be right, but remember one thing Fred.

FH: What is that?  El Outlaw LOCO doesn't have a brain?

CL: No they will be in El Outlaw LOCO's type of match.  Ladder Mania!
However that will be another time.  The Voice is back in the ring.

FH: Hopefully a _real_ match this time.

HD: This match is scheduled for one fall.  Introducing first ...
Wrestling out of Utrecht,  Netherlands.  Weighing in at two-hundred
and twenty three pounds.


HERSCHER VON DONKERHARDT !!!


[Over the speakers begins to play Victim by Nicole Blackman. On the
screen is a computer animated  flag of the Netherlands. Superimposed
over the flag   in black text reads the following. Herscher von
Donkerhardt]

#I feel the motion of the car before I open my eyes. The air is blue-
black, brown-black, black-black. Smell of gas, oil, animals. I'm in
the trunk.#

#My wrists and ankles tied. Tape over my mouth it almost covers my
nose but I can breathe barely. I must have been here for hours,
everything's stiff and my head throbs like someone's drumming on
china.#

#The car stops. He turns off the motor -- but there are no traffic
sounds. No people sounds.No wind. What place has no wind? I turn my
head towards the sounds like people watch radios when something
terrible happens.#

[The crowd is instantly hostile as they hear the lyrics of this song.
Their displeasure is eclipsed only by the man this music has become
synonymous with, Herscher von Donkerhardt. Herscher is clad in black
wrestling boots that reach just short of his knees. Herscher is
wearing tight brown pants offset by a black leather lining on the
inner thighs. Hersher's ring gear is completed with a plain white
towel draped over his left shoulder, covering that side of his torso.
The man sports a physique that is not freakishly massive but is
chiseled and has next to no body fat or blemishes, save for the large
slashing scar across his abdomen. As the crowd jeers him, Herscher's
piercing blue eyes look towards the ring zoning them out. Herscher
runs his hands through his short but curled blonde hair before making
his way to the ring ]

#My palms are sweating. Where am I? The trunk squeaks as he lifts it
up and the sun blinds me. He almost looks like a faceless Jesus
surrounded by light. He pulls me out of the trunk
#and bangs my head against the door. I try to cry out, but it comes
like a hum.#

#He drags me, half-standing, along a dirt road into a house. I can't
see any other houses and it looks like a farm. The screen door bangs
behind me and I feel a deep, deep pressure inside. All the rules have
changed here.#

#I'm dragged down a hall like a bag and I look for a phone, other
doors. Nothing but bare floors and brown boxes in small rooms. He
pulls me into the bathroom and I almost crack my head as he pushes me
onto the floor. Tilts his head to the side and gazes at me as if I was
a pet then walks out.#

#I'm lying there for a long time, trying to get the tape off of me. My
eyes are tearing. I don't make a sound. I can't get up and I keep
rolling from side to side, trying not to make noise.#

[Herscher slowly makes his way down to the ring. As he approaches the
squared circle he is met with a shower of popcorn, half filled plastic
beer cups along with a myriad of taunts, threats, insults and physical
gestures by those close to the security railing and at ringside. All
of this the Netherlander blocks out with a tunnel vision focused on
what's ahead of him.]

#I've got to get him to talk to me. If I can get this thing off my
face I can talk to him. I'll tell him my name. Have you killed other
women in here? I'm thinking you've got hundreds of them nailed down,
hung on walls, hanging from ceiling fans swinging dead in summer
wind.#

#Why did you pick me? If I had stayed to finish at the library I would
have been there twenty minutes longer maybe I'd have been OK. Would
have rushed into the house, books pile up in my arms like a baby, and
blurted explanations why I was sorry. So sorry I'm late everyone.#

#Would you have waited for me anyway? Would you have picked another
woman? Would I have read about her in the paper and said oh my god, I
was there that night... and called all my friends in a panic. Telling
them then how much I loved them as if I'd never have the chance
again.#

[Herscher climbs the ring steps and  through the ropes and ignores is
teammates. The crowd reacts negatively Herscher reacts negatively to
Herscher's entrance ]

#I wonder what everyone is doing now. Putting up signs. Showing my
picture on the evening news. Calling old friends. Maybe I'm not even
considered missing yet.#

#The family will fall apart and my parents will go crazy. Slowly. My
brother will be so quiet at # # the funeral and insist the casket be
closed. (I never even told anyone what kind of funeral I wanted when I
died.)#

#Maybe years from now they'll find my skeleton on the floor here and
they'll have to use dental records to identify me. My family will say
"At least we know now. We always hoped she was alive somewhere. We
just hope she's in peace."#

[Herscher then goes to his respective corner and places his towel on
the mat underneath the ring post.  ],
#When I sleep my dreams are crazy -- I'm flying over fields. I don't
think I sleep for more than twenty minutes and when I wake up, it
feels like I'm under a heavy blanket. I'm still there.#

#As I wake up I hear a dog barking in the distance and I think I'm in
my parents' house in South Carolina. When I open my eyes, there's a
shotgun pressed between them. I'll never get married. I'll never have
kids. I'll never go to Europe. I'll never learn to play piano. I'll
never write a book.#


#The last thing I hear is a click.#

[Herscher stands in the ring, holds his arms up high as the fans boo,
jeer and continue to throw debris into the ring.]

CL: This man has been a key part of PVW's global expansion and
marketing in Europe.  He is a beast and every time he steps inside the
ring you have to keep both eyes on him.

FH: He can stretch you like no-one else.

CL: The fans hate this guy.

FH: Racist's!

CL: Call it American pride I don't know, but they can't stand Von
Donkerhardt.

HD: His partner ...



[BOOOOO!!!]


DANNY SUCKS !!!   DANNY SUCKS !!!   DANNY SUCKS !!!   DANNY SUCKS !!!


DANNY SUCKS !!!   DANNY SUCKS !!!   DANNY SUCKS !!!   DANNY SUCKS !!!


DANNY SUCKS !!!   DANNY SUCKS !!!   DANNY SUCKS !!!   DANNY SUCKS !!!


DANNY SUCKS !!!   DANNY SUCKS !!!   DANNY SUCKS !!!   DANNY SUCKS !!!


CL: The Voice hasn't even gotten to announce Danny Daniels and the
Detroit fans are booing him.

FH: What do these fans know!?!

CL: Don't you ask that every week?

FH: Like I said what do they know?

HD: Wrestling out of San Francisco, California at two-hundred and
sixty five pounds ...


Your Hero ...


DANNY DANIELS !!!


[The lights go down again, and someone steps from the back.  It is...
a trumpeter? The trumpeter blasts a bombastic little fanfare on his
trumpet, and a banner unfurls from the top  of the entranceway.  It
reads: WELCOME YOUR SUPREME CHAMPION!!!!!!  And yes, it does have six
exclamation points.

Following the fanfare, "Afternoon Delight" by Starland Vocal Band
starts up.  The fans give a loud heel pop for the obnoxious
introduction of the self-professed SUPREME Champion, "Your Hero" Danny
Daniels.  Daniels bursts from behind the welcome banner, arms spread
to soak in all of the imaginary glory of his imaginary legions of
fans.  The bulky young man with the straggly blond hair wears a red
sequined jacket with 'Your Hero' written on the back in black, red
trunks, and black boots.  Around his waist is a belt with the words
SUPREME CHAMPION and an embossed picture of Daniels on the faceplate.
A pair of wraparound shades inhabit his clean-shaven face, as does a
big goofy smile representing his joy at being so exulted by his
devotees.

The actual crowd boos.]

CL: The fans are all over Danny Daniels.

FH: Such a shame to boo such a well respected champion.

CL: Sinister is wildly popular all across the United States.  Perhaps
his support has something to do with the reaction.

[Daniels sweeps down to the ring, attempting to walk with the regal
bearing of a king.  It comes off more like someone's given him a
wedgie with a bicycle chain, but you have to give him credit
for trying.  He jumps onto the apron, and climbs the ropes on the
outside.  He gets to the top rope... and seems to grow a little
disoriented by the height, so he steps back down to the second
rope and THEN poses grandly for the crowd.  His music dies away
shortly.]

CL: Von Donkerhardt and Daniels trading looks.  Danny Daniels is
telling HvD not to worry he is teaming with the Supreme Champion.

FH: He has a point!

HD: And their opponents ...


[_MASSIVE_ CHEERING POP!]


... Wrestling out of the Bunker.  Weighing in at two-hundred and sixty
five pounds.


THE MERCENARY !!!


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

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

CL: The Mercenary and Hersher von Donkerhardt have been at one
anothers throats for months now.  I just found out at Shattered Dreams
these two will finally step inside the ring and settle the score.

FH: The Mercenary is like a damn cockroach.  You can't keep him down.
However if anyone has a chance of breaking him in half it's this
Netherlands nightmare.

HD: His partner ...


[SIN-ASTAAAH POP!!!!]


... Wrestling out of Chicago, Illinois.  Weighing in at three hundred
pounds.


SINISTER !!!


["Schism" by Tool hits the PA system.  Out steps the 6'11 / 300 pound
Chi-town beast ... Big Daddy Sin!!!!  With the famous soul pole in his
hand he stands at the entrance way as Tool pounds over the PA System.

Sinister raises the soul pole as a salute to his fans and begins to
head down the aisle way slapping as many fans hands as he can.  Danny
Daniels stands in the center of the ring watching as the fans continue
to soak up the Chi-town beast.  Finally Sinister makes his
way to ring side.  He looks up at the self proclaimed Supreme Champion
with a grin cheek to
cheek and points to Danny Daniels as if he is sending a message that
he is coming for him.]

CL: Sinister sending Danny Daniels a message!

FH: Who does he think he is messing with Lester?  Sinister stuck his
nose where it didn't belong and now Danny Daniels is going to make him
pay for it.



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                    08.07.09 Heatwave
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                     Tag Team Action:
                    <><><><><><><><><>
Hersher von Donkerhardt & Danny Daniels v. Sinister & Mercenary
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


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


CL: There goes the bell and Danny Daniels and Sinister are starting
things off here inside the ring.

FH: This is bad news.

CL: I agree Danny Daniels is much smaller then Sinister.

FH: Not for Daniels you idiot Lester.  For Sinister ...  Danny Daniels
is sly like a fox and has the ring smarts as a thirty year veteran.
Sinister can't match up to the Supreme Champion.

[The two men circle and go to lock up, but Daniels with a side head
lock.  He looks proud of himself as he squeezes the head of Sinister.
The Chi-town beast backs Daniels against the ropes and sends him off
... Daniels is taken down with a big shoulder block.  Daniels quickly
leaps up not happy and he is taken down with a charging clothesline as
the crowd pops!]

CL: Sinister taking it to Danny Daniels right away in the early going.
He pulls Daniels up and BIG right hand.  Another booming punch and
Danny Daniels is reeling.

FH: This isn't suppose to be happening.  I bet Sinister is stabbing
his thumb in Daniels eye socket!

[Sinister grabs a hold of Daniels and whips him into the corner with a
ring shaking Irish whip ...  Daniels stumbles out holding the mid-back
and eats a charging big boot that sends Danny Daniels right over the
top ropes as the fans go wild.]

CL: Danny Daniels up and over and to the outside.

[The camera picks up Danny Daniels holding the side of his jaw looking
up at the referee ..]

D"YH"D:  Dang it, ref!  That's against the Zero Tolerance Policy, too!
Doesn't Sinestro know that he'll get fired if he keeps this up?

FH: You tell him Champ!

CL: I think Sinister is getting a nice kick out of Danny Daniels.

FH: I hope he is having a good time because real soon we will see who
is laughing.

[Danny Daniels begins to climb up the ring apron, but hops off as
Sinister quickly approaches.  Danny Daniels against points at Sinister
telling the referee that he will go right to Jason Keening if he has
too.  Danny Daniels hops up again and this time he was ready as
Sinister approached he tossed his shoulders low stunning the big man
and grabbed ahold of the back of his head with both hands and dropped
down sending his throat onto the top rope.]

CL: What a cheap move by Danny Daniels.  That wasn't against Zero
Tolerance?

FH: An eye for an eye Lester.

[Sinister stumbling around the ring holding his throat and Daniels
rolls under the ropes and sucker punches Sinister into the nose.
Daniels then turns and slaps his Netherlands partner's palm tagging in
Hersher von Donkerhardt.]

CL: Clean tag and HvD is the legal man.  Sinister has now recovered
and with a wicked grin and Mercenary anxious ....


[BIG BAD MERC TAGGED POP!!!]


FH: And wrestling's cockroach is in.

[Mercenary steps inside the ring and is full of smiles.  Herscher von
Donkerhardt stands waiting with both eyes on his nemesis.  Mercenary
lunges at Herscher, but Herscher takes him to the canvas with a throw.
Herscher then strikes Mercenary in the back of the head with a stiff
kick.]


"___THWAAAAAAP___"


CL:  Stiff kick by HvD.  Now he is stomping on the left kneecap of
Mercenary with great fury!

FH: Let's see Mercenary continue to get up when he knee is taken away
from him.

[Mercenary rolls holding that left knee in instant pain.  Herscher von
Donkerhardt grabs the left knee and extends it up and over.  The crowd
boo's as the Netherlands submission machine stalks his pray.
Mercenary
begins to push himself up as he _always_ does, but another stiff kick
hits it's target ...]


"___THWAAAAAP___"


CL: HvD has came into this match with one thing in mind and that is to
take away the left knee of Mercenary.  In the early going stiff
precise shots have done just that.

FH: They don't get much smarter then von Donkerhardt.  The guy is a
warrior.

[HvD stands back calling for the Mercenary to rise again.  Mercenary
is limping but still manages to get a few roundhouses off. Herscher
stumbles backwards and reaches for the ropes and the ref tells
Mercenary to break. Mercenary keeps punching with a vengeance until
the
ref gets in between the middle of the two. With the ref between them
Herscher kicks Mercenary in the groin.  Mercenary falls to the ground
and Herscher starts kicking the injured leg again. The fans boo
Herscher mercilessly as he  then aggravates Mercenary's injury with an
Indian Death Lock]


[HEEL POP!]


CL: Mercenary fighting his way back, but not for long.

FH: The Donk right back to working on that knee.

[Herscher von Donkerhardt drops the hold as Mercenary holds that leg
that is now in some dire pain.  HvD goes back to work kicking at it
like a rabid animal as Mercenary rolls to the ropes.  The official
steps in between the two warriors and Danny Daniels reaches over and
tags himself in.  Herscher looks at his partner who just nods in
agreement and hits the ropes and low dropkick drilling Mercenary right
in the ribs.  He grabs the downed warrior and pulls him away from the
ropes and makes the cover.]




ONE !!!




TWO !!!




[FACE POP!]



CL: KICKOUT BY MERCENARY!  Danny Daniels looks at Sinister and turns
and makes another cover on Mercenary.




ONE !!!




TWO !!!




... ANOTHER KICK OUT!

[Danny Daniels turns towards the camera and begins to remind everyone
that the SUPREME title is not, tragically, up for grabs.  He turns to
pull Mercenary up, but the downed warrior was waiting patiently and
counters with a jaw breaker.  Danny Daniels rebounds backwards holding
his jaw he hits the ropes and Mercenary catches him on one leg
twisting with a powerslam ...]


"___THUUUUUUUUUUUD___"


[MASSIVE FACE POP!!!]



CL: MERCENARY WITH A POWERSLAM!  Danny Daniels fires up holding his
lower back ... Mercenary takes him down with a clothesline.

FH:  Enough damage was done to that knee though he can't stay on his
feet and make the tag.

[Daniels quickly crawls over retagging in Herscher von Donkerhardt.
The Netherlands superstar is quick on the draw.  Herscher has
Mercenary on the canvas, he is stomping away on his knee. Herscher
tries to turn Mercenary over for a boston crab when he is taken down
with a running lariat from Sinister. Sinister whips Herscher into the
ropes and catches him in a belly to belly suplex.  Herscher tries to
get up and is met with a spear.

FACE POP!]

FH: HEY!  Sinister isn't legal what is this!

CL: Sinister is finally playing the same game these two are playing.

[However the referee doesn't agree.  He quickly steps in front of
Sinister.  This allows Danny Daniels to quickly make his way back in
and he grabs the left leg of Mercenary and grabs it down sliding it
under the ropes.  He grabs it and _SLAMS_ it into the side of the
steel ring apron.  He slams it sideways again as Mercenary lets out a
roaring shout in pain.]

CL: Danny Daniels is taking full advantage of the situation.  Herscher
von Donkerhardt is now back up and he drops down drilling Mercenary in
the face with a series of closed fists.

FH:  Mercenary deserves every shot!

[HvD begins speaking in his native tongue.  Danny Daniels calmly
explains to him, "NO HABLA ESPANOL!  COMPREDRE VOUS?"]

CL: And of course Daniels thinks he is speaking Spanish.  How come I
am
not surprised?

FH: HvD back to working on that knee.  It didn't take him long.
Dropping down with a single leg lock.  Look at that cockroach yell.
Let's see you get up now.  Where is your talking puppets now?

[Herscher is really going to work now.  He has hopped back to his feet
and just rapid firing with stiff kicks. Mercenary is in agony from the
shots to his knee but is trying to fight through the pain. Mercenary
takes a few shots to the head  from Herscher. Herscher Irish whips
Mercenary into the ropes. Mercenary grabs onto the ropes to prevent
himself from rebounding into Herscher's direction. Herscher charges
towards the ropes but Mercenary gets out of the way and Herscher goes
through the ropes and falls to the floor. On the ground as  Herscher
tries to get up he is met with a flying boot to the head by Sinister.]

CL: A much more aggressive Sinister tonight.  He is returning Danny
Daniels game plan and using it against him.

FH: This is pure crap!

[Sinister smashes Herscher's head against the guardrail a few times
and throws him back into the ring just in time to beat the 10 count.

FACE POP! ]

CL: The fans love it as Danny Daniels is shouting that this is an
outrage against Zero Tolerance.  Mercenary is hobbling and Sinister
reaches out his hand ...


[TAGGING POP!!!]


FH: Oh now he is a "legal" man!

CL: HvD is back to his feet but not for long!

[Sinister takes him down with a charging clothesline.  He turns and
knocks Danny Daniels off the side of the apron.  HvD has returned to
his feet but takes an inverted atomic drop.  He rebounds off the
ropes...]


"___THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"


[SPIIIIINNNNEEEEBUUUUUSSSSTTTAAAAHHHH POP!!!!]


CL: Sinister is on fire!  He pulls HvD back to his feet and wraps a
headlock.  Danny Daniels is on the apron screaming at the referee to
disqualify him!

FH: Why wont the referee listen to the Supreme champion?

[Sinister has an idea and he twirls the Netherlands superstar and
shoves him right into Danny Daniels and the referee calls it a legal
tag!  Danny Daniels is sent back off the ring apron and this time
Sinister isn't waiting!]

CL: Sinister is heading to the outside and he hops down with a big
double axe handle on the mid-back of Danny Daniels.  Herscher von
Donkerhardt is coming at the Chi-town beast ... KICK TO THE
STOMACH!!!!


"___CLAAAAAAAAAANG___"


[HvD sent into guard rail.  Sinister turns, but Danny Daniels with a
low blow that stalls Sinister right into his path.  Danny Daniels
grabs the Chi-Town beast by his skull and drops down with a DDT.]


"___SNAAAAAAAAAP___"


CL: Sinister might be unconscious after that!

FH: Serves the cheater right!

[Danny Daniels stumbles to his feet holding his hand like a true
champion. He grabs Sinister and rolls him under the ropes and makes
the cover.]




ONE !!!




TWO !!!




CL: Sinister shoots a shoulder up!   Danny Daniels yanks him up and
drives him back with forearms.  He sends him across ...  Daniels goes
down for a back body drop ... Sinister stops and kicks Daniels right
into the chops!

FH: This isn't good ...

[Sinister hoists Daniel's lower back onto his right shoulder into a
jackknife powerbomb position.]

CL: Sinister is setting Daniels up for a Chi-Town Massacre ...

[BOOOOO!]

FH: Herscher von Donkerhardt in to make the save.  What a genius!

[Daniels slides to the mat as HvD hits the ropes and chops the leg out
from Sinister.  He pops back up to his feet, but Mercenary on one
wheel is in and he is lighting up his arch nemesis!]

CL: MERCENARY IS GOING TO TOWN!

FH: This is a disaster!

[Mercenary sends HvD up and over the ropes and he drops down to
his back and rolls to the outside to finish the Netherlands superstar
off.  Sinister stumbles up, but Daniels with an inside cradle.]




ONE !!!




TWO !!!




[Handful of tights.]




THREE !!!




[BOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!]




FH: YES!!!  I told you the PVW Supreme Champion couldn't be beat!

CL: A handful of tights and Danny Daniels has pinned Sinister.

[Danny Daniels rolls off and grabs his Supreme Championship and raises
it up in the air saying - "I told you!  I told you all!"  Mercenary
rolls back in and uses the ropes to stay on one wheel.  HvD holds his
jaw and glares into the ring.  A look telling the world soon ... very
soon they will finish this once and for all.]

CL: Danny Daniels with a cheap win.  However it's time to return to
the camera's in the back.

FH: This time to Jessica Marshall's locker room?

[We cut backstage to a hallway where various PVW crew mill about. The
camera pans and catches Marcus Manson coming down the hallway from the
left, wearing street clothes, with a gym bag slung over one shoulder.
The camera stays on him for a moment and then pans right, showing
Larry Gionet approaching from the opposite end of the hallway.]

[Larry Gionet turns to the other corner as his dirty blond hair rests
just above his cold blue eyes. He wears a black PVW t-shirt along with
his red tights sporting the japanese symbol meaning "Warrior" on the
left leg. One could cut the tension in the air with a knife.]

[The two men meet right in front of the camera, halting just before
they bump into each other. Manson glares down at Gionet, who doesn't
give an inch. The PVW staff in the hallway stop what they are doing
and stare at the two men while slowly backing away from the
combustible situation.]

Manson: Well, if it isn't the self-proclaimed PVW Warrior. Get out of
my way and quit wasting my time, Larry.

Gionet: Oh it isn't a self proclaimation it's the God dman truth
Manson. I go out there night after night battling any road block this
company puts in my way. Unlike some people I get the job done!

[Manson scowls at Gionet and drops his gym bag to the floor.]

Manson: Ya think so? Well, I'd love to prove to you right here and now
that you're mistaken, Larry, but I don't particularly want to see
myself suspended. And unlike you, I can keep control of my emotions.

Gionet: Well, then why don't you quit talking about how great you are,
and show me in the ring?

Manson: Need I remind you that _I'M_ the one who got your suspension
lifted for that very reason? I can't wait to get my hands on you...
wrap that arm behind your head, and Heart Punch you so hard your heart
explodes out of your back.

Gionet: The quit talking and take action. Get the contract written up,
tell me where and when, and I'll be there to sign it.

[Gionet steps aside and brushes past Manson, who turns to glare at him
as he moves down the hall.]

Manson: Gladly Gionet, but don't blame me when you're taken out on a
stretcher and the doctors tell you you'll never wrestle again! Because
I will _END_ you! Do you hear me?

[Down the hall, Gionet can be seen raising his hand dismissively,
confidantly brushing off Manson's bravado. Manson scoops up his gym
bag and stalks down the hall in the opposite direction, a moving mass
of barely contained fury.]

CL: WOW!  Marcus Manson and Larry Gionet have been headed straight for
a collision course.  It appears an official challenge has been made
and accepted!

FH: Who cares.  Larry Gionet used to be tough and admired, but he has
become soft.  Like a giant marsh mellow.  Marcus Manson will punch
right through the softy.

CL: Did you just use soft and Larry Gionet in the same sentence?

FH: That's right... He is soft!

CL: I thought our producer asked you to stop drinking scotch before we
go on the air.

FH: Haha very funny Lester.  Almost as funny as the thought of Larry
Gionet standing in the same ring with the Misery Machine.

CL: I guess we will find out very soon.

FH: Marcus Manson _destroys_ people.  He doesn't just injure people.
He ends careers!

CL: Like Shayne Grissom?

FH: Hell Masked Maniac could of finished off ol' Suga Shayne come on
you can do better then that Lester.

CL: Changing directions a little. Gibson Hayes wasn't cleared to
wrestle after the brutal title defense at Tradition III.

FH: A fighting champion Gibson is.  A true and noble American hero
that we all can be proud of.

CL: Yeah ... Doc Holliday is fighting Xavier Feyr tonight ... He went
through the same match.

[The voice of Flava Flav blares from the PA system and a spotlight
shines on the entrance way. "Black Steel in the Hour of Chaos" by The
Public Enemy is in full effect as "Big Bubba" Hayes steps out to a
torrent of boos from the audience. The big man has his head shaved and
is in his normal suit (brown this time) with the sleeves ripped off,
showing his big arms that are a mix of flab and muscle. The big man
stands 6'4" and has a sneer plastered on his face. Behind Bubba is
none other than Todd Johnstone, who is in a pus yellow and road rash
brown suit with his brown belt from Sears. Orel and Pat flank Todd,
both in baby blue suits. Orel is silver haired but looks to be only in
his 30s while Pat is black haired and has bulging eyes to go along
with his jittery demeanor.]

FH: Shh ... No more talk about that midget Doc Holliday.  Todd
Johnstone is leading his gladiators to the ring.

[And behind all those folks is none other than PVW's reigning American
Champion: Gibson Hayes. Gibby is in a navy blue suit with white shirt,
red tie, gauze on the forehead and gold championship belt around his
waist. The jeers are frenzied but the Hayes contingent seems to pay no
heed to the crowd. The group takes its time getting to the ring, with
Bubba staring a hole into the referee. Gibson looks around and looks
positively "thrilled" to be in attendance.]

FH: We love you Gibson!

CL: Oh brother.

[Gibson opens the ring ropes for the big man but Bubba shakes his head
and enters by himself. Todd and the bible twins take their positions
in red zone while Gibson and Bubba stand in the middle of the ring.
Someone gave Gibson a microphone, the crazy bastard.]

Gibson: So here we are again. PVW, afraid of the truth, afraid of good
and honest Americans, has decided to try and eliminate a true patriot.
PVW, in its double dealings and vile hatred of this country that I
love, decides to force my friend Warren "Big Bubba" Hayes wrestle
tonight. PVW, in its rush to make a dollar of the honest sweat of this
glorious nation, has given Bubba no choice but to enter this ring.

[The crowd hates Gibson.]

GH: My friend Bubba is a pacifist! He's a man of peace and non-violent
civil disobedience! Bubba is a learned man, a man that powers that be
deemed too dangerous. A man that the powers that be framed for crimes
in order to stop this scholar from spreading his enlightened word to
all of you. A man that the powers that be had to silence before he
opened all your eyes.

[Big Bubba nods while fans scream naughty things about both Hayes
boys.]

GH: Scum like Tom Landis fear ideas. Scum like Tom Landis fear the
truth. Scum like Tom Landis hide in the shadows. Scum like Tom Landis
try to take the easy way out. Scum like Tom Landis hate what they
cannot understand. Scum like Tom Landis will never engage in a fair
fight.

[A big ole "we hate Gibson and love whomever is taking him on" burst
of love from the folks in attendance.]

GH: I hear you, America. I hear those cheers and I hear your rejection
of the chicanery of Tom Landis and his ilk. Tom Landis is afraid. Do
you hear me? Afraid! Tom Landis knows that he cannot defeat America
one on one. Tom Landis knows he cannot defeat America's champion 4 on
1. Even with help from PVW's own officials, Tom Landis cannot win. Tom
Landis decides to pick on a peace loving man. Tom Landis decides to
back a pacifist into the corner and subject him to bodily harm. Tom
Landis knows he cannot touch America's Champion and Tom Landis knows
he cannot defeat America's champion. So tonight, tonight we are
witness to a travesty of justice. Tonight we are witness to Tom Landis
taking the easy way out. Tonight we are witness to Tom Landis bullying
a man of peace, a man we know as Big Bubba Hayes. Tonight we are
witness to the sham that is PVW.

[Yeah, the people aren't too fond of Gibson.]

GH: PVW has chosen to leave me off of both of their cards. PVW wants
to stifle the truth. PVW wants to strangle freedom. PVW wants to
censor Gibson Hayes. Well that will not stand. The tables will be
turned and PVW's conspiratorial chicanery will be turned on its ear.
America and Gibson Hayes will not be straight jacked and will not be
quieted. Gibson Hayes will fight on for you, all my little Americans.

[Gibson turns to Big Bubba and holds out the microphone but still
manages to talk.]

GH: Bubba, why don't you speak the truth.

[The big man smirks and nods.]

Big Bubba: Thanks Gibby. I done nothin' ta nobody. I ain't harmed none
of y'all but ya still de-side that ya need ta pick on me. I axe you:
izzat fair? Izzat right? Izzat what yo' freedom is? I wrote me a poem
when I was doin' time up in Missora for aggrevated ah-sault an' grand
theft auto an' ah-saultin' a pig an hittin' some ole gramma an' takin'
some money from tha man an' givin' it back to tha poor, poor like me.
I ain't done none of that tho'. I got a few words for y'all.

[Big Bubba takes out a folded up piece of lined note book paper and
some tiny reading glasses. He looks over his paper and, satisfied,
begins to read.]

I ain't done nothing!
I ain't do no crime
'cept thought crime

The man
He want me to do time
He want to take my rhyme

The man
That bloated and mean
Nigga kilin' machine

He don't want me to be free
He don't want me to see
His insecurity

He's afraid of a strong
Proud and Loud
Man like me

I ain't done nothing wrong
That purse was on the ground
That's where it was found

Honky bastard cops
All getting on my case
I smashed them in the face

I made them bleed
I choked one bitch out
And knocked another one down

They tased me but I broke his skull
Bones shattered everywhere
Self defense judge

You [TV Edit]suckers can't take me down
I'll choke you all
An' make you bleed

[The audience is unsure of what to make of Bubba's poem but the big
man seems proud of himself. Gibson looks to have enjoyed this poem and
pats the big man on the back before making his way out of the ring.]

CL: I apologize fans for having to sit through that.

FH: What are you talking about Lester.  That was from the heart!

CL: Perhaps that is the problem.

HD: And his opponent ...

[_Huge_ Tom Landis POP or perhaps anti Gibson Hayes POP!]

[The lights in the arena dim as the abrupt beginning to "You Know My
Name" by Chris Cornell hits, and the crowd cheers strongly as a subtle
cast of red light is shone over them.  The entrance is similarly
bathed in the red hue as the voice of Chris Cornell comes in.]

# If you take a life, do you know what you'll give
# Odds are, you won't like what it is
# When the storm arrives, would you be seen with me
# By the merciless eyes I've deceived

[And after a few seconds, a figure emerges through the portal to stand
in the midst of the red light.  He stands, frozen there as the
spotlights begin to pulse around him.]

# I've seen angels fall from blinding heights
# But you yourself are nothing so divine
# Just next in line

[And as the chorus hits, the lights come on in blindingly full force
to reveal "Hellraiser" Tom Landis standing there.  He's dressed for
combat, wearing full length black tights with a silver and red design
running up the legs, and "Hellraiser" written on the seat of the
pants.  He's also wearing a black sleeveless t-shirt with the "ACW"
logo on it.  Tom begins to walk down the aisle towards the ring.]

# Arm yourself because no-one else here will save you
# The odds will betray you
# And I will replace you

HD: Introducing, from Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at two hundred
and forty-one pounds...

"HEEELLLLLLLLLLLRAIIIIIIIISERRRRRRRRRRRRR"

TOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM LAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNDIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISSSSSSS!

# You can't deny the prize; it may never fulfill you
# It longs to kill you
# Are you willing to die

# The coldest blood runs through my veins
# You know my name

[Landis tags some of the fans' outstretched hands running along the
aisle way as he approaches the ring slowly.  As he gets to the ring
Tom
wipes his feet on the mat before climbing into the ring as the cheers
crescendo, and after standing on the middle of the ropes and raising
his arms to the crowd he removes the t-shirt and proceeds to his
corner.]

CL: The fans are in full support of the PVW American Championship
challenger at Shattered Dreams.

FH: He will be another name in the long list of Gibson Hayes victims.
_IF_ he can survive big Bubba tonight.


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                 Tom Landis v. Bubba Hayes
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*DING!* *DING!* *DING!*


CL: There is the bell and folks I don't know what to expect here from
Big Bubba.

FH: He is probably going to wrestle circles around Tom Landis.  I mean
he does hang out with Gibson and Todd Johnstone.

[Big Bubba Hayes stands smiling calling Tom Landis forward.  Gibson
Hayes and Todd Johnstone stand on the outside cheering Bubba on and
trying to get into Landis head.  Finally the two men lock up.  Big
Bubba Hayes uses his size and strength and pushes Landis backwards
into the corner.  Landis holds his arms up as the referee, Jim Pearson
calls for a break.  Big Bubba Hayes _slaps_ Landis across the face.]


"___TWAAAAAAAP___"


[BOOOOOOOOO!]


CL: Bubba just slapped the taste right out of Landis.  He whips him
across with an Irish Whip.  He charges forward, but Landis just gets
his feet up and Hayes runs right into them!  Landis fires ducking
under a wild right ...

FH: Just wait until big Bubba gets his arms around that twerp.

[Landis rebounds and flying forearm connects with Bubba right in the
chops.  The Gibson Hayes bodyguard stumbles backwards and Landis hits
the ropes and swinging neckbreaker!]

CL: Landis takes Big Bubba Hayes down and he turns towards Gibson
Hayes and FLIPS HIM OFF!

FH: What the hell!  You can't disrespect the PVW American Champion
like that!

[The fans love it!  Gibson Hayes and Todd Johnstone sure doesn't.  The
only thing we can make out is - CONSPIRACY!  Landis laughs and turns
to begin pulling up the downed Bubba Hayes, but a low blow stops the
fan favorite in his tracks.]

CL: A nasty low blow by Bubba Hayes and it does appear Gibson has
trained him well.

FH: This match is prison rules Lester!

[... and apparently Bubba really believes that.  He grabs the eye
sockets of the wrestling icon and begins ripping at them as referee
Jim Pearson warns but is obviously being ignored.  Gibson Hayes stands
on the outside looking proud of what is going on in the ring.]

CL:  It's becoming obvious that Bubba Hayes isn't in there to wrestle.
He is in there to hurt Tom Landis.

FH: And a good job of that he is doing.

[The eyes ripping has stopped and now Bubba Hayes drives the blunt end
of his fist into the face of Tom Landis.  Landis backs away holding
his eyes trying to regain his vision.  Bubba Hayes charges taking him
down with a clothesline.  He mounts the back of Landis who begins
pushing himself up ...  CLOBBERING CROSSFACES!]


"___THUUUUUUD___"


"___THUUUUUUD___"


"___THUUUUUUD___"


"___THUUUUUUD___"


CL: Absolutely brutal and unforgiving crossfaces by Bubba Hayes.

FH: You don't keep Bubba down Lester.

CL: Well I guess I'd rather go through what Landis is going through
then listen to another one of his poems.

FH: Oooh that was cold Lester.

[Bubba grabs the head of Landis and just slams him forward doing
damage to both men.  Bubba Hayes stumbles backwards holding his own
head. He is able to shake it out and goes to swing at a dazed Landis
... Landis catches Bubba's arm ... wrist-clutch monkey flip!]

CL: WHAT A COUNTER BY THE HELLRAISER!   Both men up and Bubba connects
with a slow but powerful right hand.  He swings again, but Landis
blocks it!


[KICK HIS ASS POP!!!]


FH: This don't look good.

[Landis shakes his head ... He begins to UNLOAD ... right, right,
right, left, European uppercut... Landis sends Bubba across and into
the ropes.]


"___THUUUUUUUUUUD___"


CL: IMPLANT DDT!  Landis makes the cover!




ONE !!!




TWO !!!





FH: No dice!  Bubba isn't done dishing out the pain!  The man can't
keep him down!

[Fred may have been sure that Bubba was going to kick out, but Gibson
wasn't.  He looks to be wiping the worry from his face.  He begins
screaming at Landis ... Remarks about his wife that my fingers would
rather not type.  However this time Landis yanks up Bubba and charges
slamming his head into the turnbuckle closest to Gibson Hayes.  He
reaches back and slams it forward again.  As he does it a third time
the crowd gets behind it ...]


THREE !

FOUR !

FIVE !

SIX !

SEVEN !

EIGHT !

NINE !

TEN !!!


[HUGE ROARING POP!!!]


CL: Bubba Hayes is stumbling around and swinging in the air, but
nobody is home!

FH: Keep swinging Bubba you'll eventually connect!

[Landis waits and grabs Hayes and sets him up for a vertical suplex
and lifts into a front layout suplex ...]


"___THUUUUUUUUUD___"




ONE !!!




TWO !!!




THREE ???



CL: No Hayes just got his foot on the bottom ropes.  The fans thought
Big Bubba was done.  Landis looks to be setting up to finish the
Gibson Hayes bodyguard.

[He grabs Bubba and helps him to his feet, but a desperation
jawbreaker stops the onslaught.  Landis bounces backwards and Hayes
charges taking him down with a short-arm lariat.  He drops to his
knees shaking off the cobwebs.  He looks at Gibson who barks to finish
him now and quickly.]

FH: I agree!  Finish this and end Tom Landis!

CL: Big Bubba Hayes is now ripping off the top padding of the
turnbuckle as Gibson Hayes cheers him on.  This isn't looking good for
Tom Landis.

FH: Sure it is!

[He tosses the padding aside and ignores the referee's warning.  He
grabs Tom Landis and begins to charge him forward ... A leg shoots out
and stops Landis from going face first.	 He grabs the back of Bubba
Hayes and SLAMS him face first into the exposed turnbuckle ...]


[ROARING POP!!!]


CL: BACKFIRED!!! Bubba Hayes is stumbling he is seeing stars!

FH: This can't be happening!  CONSPIRACY!

[ Another vertical suplex lift and this time Landis positions Hayes
into a sitdown powerbomb ...]


"___THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"


[FIIINNNNIIISSSHHHHAAAA POP!!!]


CL: Thunderbomb II!  And look at Gibson!

FH: Don't go there camera's!




ONE !!!





TWO !!!




THREE !!!



CL: IT'S OVER!  TOM LANDIS HAS DEFEATED BIG BUBBA HAYES!

FH: He is so going to pay at Shattered Dreams.  You may have gotten
the best of Big Bubba, but Gibson doesn't lose.  He never loses!

[Tom Landis shoots up with his arm raised high.  Big Bubba Hayes rolls
out holding the back of his head.  Gibson Hayes doesn't look happy
with his bodyguard.  Tom Landis points at Hayes entourage smiling.]

CL: Tom Landis had the last night tonight but Gibson and Landis are
set to collide for the American Championship at Shattered Dreams.

FH: You can bet everything you own it won't end like it just did
tonight.

CL: Well I do admit that Gibson Hayes has a nact of finding ways to
win.  He has held onto that PVW American Championship through a lot of
tough battles.

FH: Like I said a true American rolemodel for us all.

CL: Well I don't know about all that.  It looks like the ring is
clearing and ring workers are bringing in the desk and chairs as it
appears we are getting ready for the contract signing.

FH: It's about time.  Rick Marley has been held back way past his due
here in PVW due to having that large shackle of Bill Craven.

CL: I don't know about that.  Perhaps it could be the same said for
Craven.  He did lead his team to victory at War Games.

FH: A fluke.

[The camera cuts down to ringside where a red carpet has been laid
over the canvas.  A table is placed in the center of the ring with the
match contract on it and Dean Hayes standing next to it.]

DH: Welcome back folks...and now...FINALLY we get to sign a match more
than a year in the making...we get to see bad blood get settled that
pre-dates the company...that's dominated two men's lives and steered
the course of the entire PVW world since near our inception.

The first competitor blasted onto the scene in New York as "The
Rocket" Rick Marley...a high flying fan favorite, but he soon fell
under the tutelage of the infamous Widowmakers Incorporated, and
learned so well that he stole the organization out from under its
progenitor Magnus Colby after changing his handle to "Showtime".
Abandoning his brother and long time friend upon entry to PVW, Marley
resurrected Widowmakers Inc in order to strike back at the perceived
threat that his opponent presented, and turned the entire federation
on its ear because of it.

He is the captain and owner of Widowmakers Incorporated...

"Showtime" Rick Marley!

[The lights dim as the PA system blares to life and the crowd begins
to boo heatedly]


# 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 a black WMI t shirt, blue jeans and
sneakers.

He walks unhurriedly down towards the ring, ignoring the boos, insults
and threats from those in attendance until he hits ringside, at which
point he hops up onto the apron, then slingshots himself over the top
rope, landing on his feet in the ring.  Striding across the squared
circle, he climbs to the second rope in front of the announcer's
table, where he raises both hands to the crowd...basking in their boos
with a slight smirk.

Hopping down off the ropes, he walks over to Dean Hayes and takes the
mic.]

RM: Get the big green freak out here.

[Then shoves the mic back into Dean's hands.]

DH: Er ... right ... and the other half of this unholy equation...

He was rookie of the year in 1999, and while this was his third year
pro it was the year that he burst onto the world scene.  Over the
course of his career he's metamorphosed and become perhaps the most
feared man in this business.  Over the course of almost 13 years, he's
gone from a scarred unknown making the transition from MMA and
kickboxing competitions, to a monster with possibly the most distinct
look of any professional wrestler, to one of the most dominant forces
in this or any sport.

They call him the "Motor City Madman", the "Devil's Hand", or simply
by his last name...  Detroit, it's time to welcome one of your own...
Please join me in welcoming WILLIAM CRAVEN!!!

[The Joe Louis Arena EXPLODES with cheers as the house lights die with
a crash.  Twin pinpoints of red spring to life as a rhythm guitar
plays the opening strains of "Space Lord" by Monster Magnet.  A red
line reverberates between them and off the sides of the screen,
keeping time with the rhythm of the guitar.]

#Ive been stuffed in your pocket for the last hundred days.#
#When I don't get my bath I take it out on the slaves,#

[Cut to the arena, where a red spotlight shows on the entrance
portal.]

#So grease up your baby for the ball on the hill,#
#now, polish them rockets now, and swallow those pills,#

[The lights in the arena darken, and the crowd becomes hushed.  On the
big screen over the entrance portal, the red light and reverberating
line become a pattern of cracks that form the word "Craven".]

#and sing... Whoaaaaa space lord mother, mother.#

[A short instrumental interlude, then an explosion of sound.]

#I LEFT MY THRONE A MILLION MILES AWAY!#
#I DRINK FROM YOUR TIT!#
#I SING YOUR BLUES EVERY DAY!#

[Bursting from the back comes a large figure, wearing a white suit,
reflective sunglasses and carrying a bunch of flowers.  Standing back,
Craven avoids the red sparks that usually bathe his half-dressed
frame, cradling his burden against fiery destruction.]

CL: Is that Craven?

FH: That's his music playing.

CL: But he's wearing a suit!

FH: How should I know?  The only light source is a flamethrower!
Actually, that's a pretty good indicator that it's Craven.

#NOW GIVE ME STRENGTH,#
#TO SPLIT THE WORLD IN TWO, YEAH!#
#I ATE ALL THE REST, AND NOW I GOTTA EAT YOU!#

[Waiting out the sparks, Craven then proceeds down the entrance aisle.
 Bill gives a shark-toothed grin, slaps a few hands, and walks to the
ring steps.]

#Well I sing,#
#WHOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHH!#
#SPACE LORD, MOTHER, MOTHER!#

[Ascending the steps and athletically kicking a leg up before hopping
over the top rope, Bill is inside.  Both Marley and Hayes stare at
Bill as if he were an alien. Bill, for his part, is doing nothing to
dissuade them as he puts a microphone up to his reptilian mouth.]

WC: What?  Oh, I'm sorry ... I thought this party was a black tie
affair.

CL: Good Lord...

FH: I could say that he cleans up nice ... but I'd be lying...

CL: Green skin and scars and sharp teeth and ... Armani?

[Ripping off his clip-on tie, Bill flings it into the crowd (to a huge
pop) and plops down on the provided folding chair (bending it in
several places and almost crushing it flat).

WC: Here we are, a thousand years later, the day of judgment is on the
horizon and how do we feel, Rick?  For all the delaying tactics, your
chess game to my checkers, your fear, my frustration ... we've given
the people something to talk about, haven't we?

RM: (Marley's voice is a bit shaky...he seems nervous) ...It's been a
long time coming.

WC: Years!  An Odyssey in which our whims consumed our world.  You
said it yourself when speaking of Chase Williams.  People, these
people, and so many more ... were waiting with baited breath to see
the next step we took in our ... relationship, each week as he won and
defended and LOST a title without a soul noticing.

You defeated him, Rick.  You.  You've shown that you can beat a world
champion.  It is a nice feeling, isn't it?

RM: (gathering his confidence, his voice steadies) Never had a doubt
for a minute, Bill...there's not a person in this company...hell, in
this industry that I can't beat.  Period.

WC: Heh, yes, yes of course ... a match can be won, no?  You beat the
first world champion after he lost his title ... I the current before
it was won.  More than once ... but one time fewer than perhaps I
should.  You remember why I failed against Cole in the only match I
ever lost to the man, don't you?

[Pause for effect.  Bill scowls with his eyes, but smirks with his
razor-toothed maw.]

WC: The irony to all this is ... that, had you not run in with a
chair, I would have laid Cole low once more, and maybe, just maybe,
our great match would be that much greater as our struggle would be
for the world championship.

But hey, heh, we're all friends here, right?  No harm done.  Heh.  In
fact, I thank you.  When the end comes, and you and I have finally
danced upon the world stage, forsaking all others ... there can be no
greater glory.

And now ... a gift...

[Reaching out, Bill hands Marley his parcel; a boquet of blackened
roses, clearly neglected, aged and rotting.  Rick's eyes first bulge,
then almost cross on seeing the fetid plants.]

FH: That's just nasty.

CL: This, I suppose, is what passes for a "nice gesture" in William
Craven's world...

[Bill then turns out towards the crowd, grins, and opens his arms as
if to hug everyone.]

CL: And that's just, not, uh ... that's uncharacteristic.

FH: He's finally gone soft, and not just in the head.  Dammit, Chip,
for all the crap he's been spewing this past year, Craven was still
hardcore.  Now, this? Pandering!  Pandering, I say!

[Focus again on Marley, whose grip loosens, perhaps unintentionally,
allowing the bulk of the roses to fall away.]

FH: And the flowers are such poor quality too.

CL: Wait a second, I know they're long stem roses, but it looks like
there's a branch or...  No way!

[Suddenly, Rick Marley holds the Bo-Ken of William Craven.  Focus on
Bill, whose eyes flit back to see in his periphery Marley's discovery,
and he smiles...and is promptly speared out of his boots by a hard-
charging Xavier Feyr, who starts pounding on him as both of The Made
Men and Marcus Manson slide in just behind him.

Marley stands back, dropping the wooden sword and holding up the
contract to the bloodied Craven as WMI beats him down...and the bell
rings.]

RM: Hear that Bill?  That's the start of our FIRST match...the nice
handicap job that you just agreed to...

[The crowd starts to boo uproariously, throwing trash at the ring as
WMI continues to beat down Craven.  Marley moves in and kicks him in
the face twice, soccer style, further bloodying his nightmarish
visage.]

RM: Your sick games are over, Bill.  I'll show you what happens when
you cross WMI!  We pay our debts, freak-o...and you've got a lot
coming to you.

[Marley turns to the rest of the Widowmakers and nods.]

RM: Leave just enough of him to make it to the pay per view...wouldn't
want to deprive the monkies of their spectacle.

[WMI viciously beats Craven, hitting one bone-jarring move after
another on the big man and leaving them in a pool of his own blod.

And through it all, Craven laughs...though he's rocking from side to
side, laughing quietly to himself, William Craven's primary activity
in the ring seems to be bleeding as he lays on the mat.  EMT's tend to
the big, green freak while WMI heads to the back as Bill stares into
the lens of a camera that zooms in close to catch his final words for
the evening.]

WC: All for you, Richard.  All so you could be ... just like me.  JUST
LIKE ME!  Ha, haha, HAHAHA!  IT GETS WORSE!!!

FH: Good god he is insane.  He shouldn't be in a wrestling promotion.
No he should be in a nut house.

CL: WMI may of gotten the better of William Craven tonight in his home
town, but no-one ever has the last laugh when it comes to William
Craven.

[Cut to the origional PVW logo.]

V/O: PVW has become a main stay in the world of professional
wrestling.  What started in a small armory in Phoenix now visits the
biggest venues across the United States.

[The logo has been replaced with the modern PVW logo that sits next to
the SSN logo.]

V/O: With the backing of Stickland Sports Network.  PVW has become the
number talked about wrestling promotion in the world.  With superstars
like Rob Cole, Rick Marley, William Craven, Justin Cruise, Gibson
Hayes, and Alex Martinez.  Some of the biggest names in our industry
pave the legacy PVW leaves behind.

[The logo's are replaced to a blimp view of the world map.]

V/O: A global expansion is abound.

[The busy streets of London, England.]

V/O: Night one for the first time ever PVW invades London, England!

[A split screen of Rick Marley and William Craven.]

V/O: The feud that has lasted two years.

[A shot of Rick Marley after Boiling Point's War Games.  Anger and
rage sits across his face.  The camera then zoom's in on William
Craven who stands snarling ... Bleeding ... but laughing.]

V/O: The war to _finally_ settle the score.

[We cut to a view of the busy streets of New York City.  It's night
time and the bright lights light up the city like a christmas tree.]

V/O: Then the very next night PVW will be in New York City.

[A golden back drop with the PVW World heavyweight Championship
sitting proudly on display.]

V/O: The biggest prize in our industry ... Every "bastard" would give
their first born.  There is no other belt in this "universe" more
prestigious.

[On the left an image of the challenger emerges.  The Canadian
superstar ... The man who survived the onslaught in Detroit.  "The
Blade" Justin Cruise.]

V/O: The underdog finally has the biggest match of his career.  The
former teen idol has been well known around various cult leagues for
his never say die attitude.  The Blade has stood against some of the
best and survived to fight another night.

[On the right an image emerges of the champion ... The Outcast ... The
Monster underneath the bed ... Rob Cole!]

V/O: The Champion stood up to the Masked Outlaw.  He sent the Spectre
packing from Phoenix.  And at Boiling Point he did what no man had yet
do -  Out smart Chase Williams at his own game.  Now fighting not only
to keep his title wrestling's outcast fights against Zero Tolerance to
keep his career!

[The images explode and sitting in it's place is PVW's Shattered
Dreams logo.]

V/O: TWO NIGHTS... TWO COUNTRIES... FOUR TITLES... SIXTEEN MATCHES...
They all fight for a dream.  A dream to be the man at the top in
wrestling's number one company.

We present to you ...

SHATTERED DREAMS!

[Fade back to the announcers.]

CL: PVW has had some huge PPV's, but Shattered Dreams could go down as
one of wrestlings greatest PPV's ever Fred.

FH: Some of the matches building up is just huge.  We have returning
legends putting their bodies on the line.  We have new hungry
superstars looking to build their legacy in the hottest place since
UEW.

CL: There is no doubt Shattered Dreams is building up to be a PPV of
epic proportions.

FH: That's right there are some small time companies around the globe
trying to piss all over what PVW has been doing the past two years.
It's the clear sign of who is comfortable at the top and who is
comfortable looking up at us standing at the top.

CL: Well said Fred.

[The lights go out in the arena... then suddenly the video screen
comes to life as words "No Fear" appear on the screen, accompanied by
a sound like a heart beat.  The crowd knows who this is, and starts
booing as the words "No Pain" and then "No Mercy" appear, each in time
to another heartbeat.  The sound of a panther snarling cues the
opening of "Bad Blood" by the Ministry; a red cat-like scratch tears
across the screen, and animatronic "blood" runs down from the scratch
forming the word "Bloodlust".]

CL: It's time for a match that's been in the makings for a while.
"Bloodlust" Xavier Feyr about to make his way into the arena, to face
his former Widowmaker leader, and a man he used to see as an equal,
Doc Holliday.

FH: Until the fans softened Doc up.

CL: That's the allegation.  The fact is, though, that Gibson Hayes and
company softened Holliday up at Tradition.  When Holliday demanded a
match against Feyr at Shattered Dreams, they booked it for tonight.
Holliday is not in any condition for this.  And this man is in the
finest shape of his life...

[Chip refers to the man striding out through the red flickering lights
near the entrance area.  Xavier Feyr storms out onto the ramp.
Wearing his trenchcoat and mirrorshades, the red-haired Widowmaker
appears to be in a hurry to get to the ring.  Behind him marches
Lilith Pain, his manager.  She is clad in a black dress that
accentuates her Asian skin tone and many tattoos.  Lilith appears to
be scanning the arena.  The duo gets roundly booed as they emerge and
head towards the ring.  The lyrics commence as they proceed.]

MUSIC:   # What's lies?
         # Full moon and thoughts collide
         # We look for answers in those catatonic, dying blod-shot
         eyes
         # We ask if vermin are the ones that already learned
         # Those aren't tears,
         # They're just bad bad blood

CL:  Feyr hustling to ringside.  Holliday has declared himself in
"desperado" mode, so there's no telling if he'll have an ambush ready.

FH:  He'll do something dirty.  And these hypocrites will cheer him
like he was a saint.

MUSIC:  # Just bad bad blood!

[Feyr reaches the ring, and rolls under the bottom rope.  He shoots a
glare at referee Duke Martin, but he's not going to be intimidated and
lets Feyr know this. The lights return to normal, and "Bad Blood" is
replaced with "Man With A Harmonica", Enrico Morricone's piece from
"Once Upon A Time In The West".  The fans switch from boos to cheers
as the entrance video changes from clips of Feyr to desert scenery,
and a focus on a dry, dusty, abandoned gallows in the midst of the
Mojave.]

FH: How appropriate.  His entrance video is about execution, and he's
walking into his own.

[As the creepy piece continues, Doc Holliday emerges from the curtain.
As ever, he is wearing 1880's livery... a black frock coat, silk
ruffled undershirt (this was more of an urban style than an Old West
style, but he doesn't care and you probably didn't know better :-)),
gold undervest, black pants, black hat, and a shiny gold pocketwatch
attached to his coat with a chain.  He also bears his mahogany hand-
carved walking stick, but his limp looks different this week.  That's
because it's real, not fake.

Holliday has a somber expression on his clean-shaven face.  The light-
brown haired veteran makes his way down the aisle directly, but takes
time due to his slower-than-usual movement.  Xavier watches him
intently, and with evident suspicion.]

CL: Doc Holliday is here, and he is clearly NOT fully recovered from
Tradition.

FH: If he steps in that ring with Xavier Feyr, he'll never fully
recover.

CL: At Tradition, Xavier Feyr made himself the referee for the Doc
Holliday-Gibson Hayes match, and essentially turned it into a no-
disqualification bloodbath that ended up being a four-on-one
beating....

FH: Four-on-two.  Oh, wait, it was just Tom Landis.  You're right,
four-on-one.

CL: Not to mention that Feyr took Landis out for no reason.  And the
result is that both Hayes and Holliday are hurt, but only one of them
is having to wrestle this week.  Coincidence?

FH: Are you seriously claiming a conspiracy that is against someone
BESIDES Gibson Hayes?  Have you been paying attention?  This isn't a
conspiracy, this is Widowmakers Inc.  They did it this way when Doc
was in control up in New York, and they're doing it now.  There's no
doubt Rick Marley saw to it that SSN took offense to Doc's statements.
And if you don't like it, cry about it.

[Doc finally gets to ringside, and beelines for the timekeeper's
table.  He procures a microphone from Herk Douglas, and his music dies
down as he's about to speak.]

Doc Holliday: So ah guess it'd be appropriate ta let ya know, Xavier,
thet ah don' take none o' this personal.  Ah reckon ya knew thet
already.  Yer only doin' ta me whut ah done ta many.  Ain't thet
right?

[Doc pauses, waiting for a response.  The only response he gets is a
glare.]

DH: Well, now ah take thet as a yes.  An' so now ya gotta know whut ah
decided.  Ah decided thet since all ya evah said ya wan'ned was a fair
fight ag'inst me ta measure yerself up, thet ah was a-gonna give ya
thet fight.  Fair.  Man on man, on an even field.  But it ain't an
even field heah tanight.  An' as ah contemplated thet, ah thought
back.  Since ya done treated me lak ah treated so many, ah figgered
it's only right thet ah do ta you th' same way.  Treat you lak ya done
treated othah people.

You remember th' night ya debuted in PVW, Xavier?

[Xavier stiffens up, and immediately starts looking around the arena.
He's already figured it out.  Because of that, he's not ambushed.
Instead, he meets Brent Maverick head on... and the crowd explodes!]

FH: WHAT?  WHAT?!

CL: BRENT MAVERICK!  HOLLIDAY'S LONGTIME TAG TEAM PARTNER!

FH: WHAT?!  HE'S NOT IN PVW!

CL: Maverick and Feyr are throwing punches, and Holliday is handing
some papers to Duke Martin!  The night Xavier Feyr debuted, he did so
this way... as a surprise substitute for an injured Rick Marley!
Holliday is doing the same thing to him that he did to Judd Marley
that night last December!  He's pulling an injury substitution!

[Maverick, a broad-shouldered man with tousled dark brown hair, is
close to the same size as Feyr.  He's slightly bulkier, and bears a
similar grim expression on his bestubbled, square-jawed face.  He
wears knee-length rust-red tights and reddish leather laceless boots,
and is punching Feyr back into a corner.  The fans cheer this
development rabidly.]

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                    08.07.09 Heatwave
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                    One on One Action:
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               Brent Maverick v. Xavier Feyr
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*DING!* *DING!* *DING!*



CL: Holliday taking a seat, and this has to be a worst-case scenario
for Feyr!  Maverick isn't a PVW wrestler; he could care less about
Zero Tolerance!  And his style is not at all similar to Holliday's;
he's a straight-ahead attacker just like Feyr is.

FH: But he's a lot stronger, Chip.  This isn't right!  This is totally
unfair to Xavier Feyr, who is showing tremendous guts and heart to
even come out here tonight...

CL: What?!

FH: I have it on good authority that he has a case of the sniffles.

CL: Maverick biel-throwing Feyr out of the corner!  The rugged
Arizonan rushes "Bloodlust"... who slide-kicks his legs out from under
him!  Feyr jumps on top, and now he's pummelling Maverick!

FH: Feyr has much better technique, both in striking and wrestling.
Maverick is physically more powerful.  They're both probably tough
enough to shrug off small arms fire... well, not really, but you get
the idea.  Holliday obviously brought Maverick in as an assassin to
injure Feyr!

CL: Who has no call to complain about it.  Feyr choking Maverick, who
gets up on his feet... he's too strong, Xavier can't keep him down.
And now Maverick choking Feyr in turn!  Both men choking another, and
Maverick with a headbutt!  Feyr headbutts him back!  These two are
stubborn!

FH: These two are both that same mindset; straight ahead, full on, no
fear, never back down.  This can't possibly end well.

CL: Maverick with a combination of punches breaks Feyr's grip.  Feyr
kicks him square in the face... ouch!  And Maverick floors him with a
big right hand!  You can hear these shots all the way out here, and
Maverick kicks Feyr in the ribs as he tries to get back up!  Xavier
trips him, and circles behind... knee to the back of the head as
Maverick tries to get up!  Back and forth, at high speed!

FH: They'll blow themselves up doing this!  Feyr raining down punches
and kicks now!  Maverick just bullrushes up through it!

CL: And pounds Feyr with a double axehandle to the sternum!  Xavier
landing more shots, Maverick landing harder shots.  It's a fight, not
a wrestling match!  Xavier with a thrust to the throat, and that'll
stagger Brent!  Knee to the midsection, and he whips Maverick over
with a gutwrench suplex!

FH: Wait... was that, like, an actual wrestling move?

CL: Maverick back on his feet quickly...


"___SMACK!___"


FH: YEAH!

CL: Ouch!  And a nasty Muay Thai roundhouse kick to the side of the
head puts Maverick down on the canvas once more.

FH: Doc's starting to look a little worried over there as his
designated hitter may be about to strike out!

CL: Feyr pounces on the momentarily-dazed Brent Maverick and hauls him
upright with a tight grip on one arm... oh!  And Maverick reverses...
OOH!  And a devastatingly hard Irish whip into the corner sends Xavier
Feyr crashing chest-first into the turnbuckles... and Maverick follows
up with an enzuilariato to the back of the head!!

FH: Wait!  Wasn't he beaten down just a second ago?!?

CL: Brent Maverick is one of the toughest men in the business, Fred,
and can absorb a hellacious amount of punishment before you can count
him out.  But he's not resting on his laurels as he immediately jumps
on top of Feyr and begins raining down punches onto the back of the
smaller man's head!!

FH: He... what the hell?

CL: Duke Martin just stopped Brent Maverick... and is warning him not
to use closed fists!

FH: In this day and age?  I mean... uhhh... good for you, Duke!

CL: Maverick's not accustomed to our referees' newfound confidence
under the Zero Tolerance Policy... oh!  But when he turned back to
Xavier Feyr, he caught a vicious elbow to the jaw for his troubles!

FH: C'mon, "Bloodlust"!  Man, I *LOVE* that nickname!!

CL: Feyr back on his feet... and a running lariat knocks Maverick onto
his back.  A stomp to the forehead for good measure... and now Feyr
has dropped down and is choking the life out of Brent Maverick!

FH: It's an oldie but a goodie.

CL: Duke Martin administering a count on Feyr to break the choke...
and he does at four!  Only to slap the choke hold back on again!!

FH: Maverick may not be used to that stupid Zero Tolerance Policy but
Feyr knows its loopholes inside and out!

CL: Feyr maintaining his chokehold on Maverick as he taunts Doc
Holliday who is sitting at ringside... but Maverick jabs a thumb into
the throat to break the hold!

FH: C'mon, ref!  Are you blind?!?

CL: Duke Martin was out of position and didn't see it as Brent
Maverick drove his thumb into the side of Xavier Feyr's throat.
Feyr's not that badly hurt but it was enough to allow the Outlaw to
get out of that vicious chokehold.  Both men on their knees... and
they're exchanging brutal punches back and forth!

FH: Man!  You can see the bruises and welts forming on their faces all
the way over here!

CL: Lilith Pain is shouting encouragement to Feyr while Holliday
merely watches from his ringside seat.  Both are being careful to stay
outside the so-called "red zone" around the sides of the ring while
inside the squared circle, Maverick and Feyr continue to pummel one
another with wild abandon!

FH: These two haven't paused since this match started!  There's been
no pauses or breaks, they've been brawling non-stop from the
beginning!

CL: Maverick nails a forearm smash across the bridge of the nose that
knocks Feyr backwards.  Both men back to their feet... but not for
long as Maverick scores a football tackle to take Feyr down... and
again begins raining punches down on the smaller man!

FH: No mamby-pamby Greco-Roman wrestling techniques here!  These guys
just wanna demolish each other!!

CL: OH MY GOD!  Maverick just reared up and slammed down an elbow
drop... RIGHT INTO XAVIER FEYR'S EYE!!

FH: Whoah!  That was NASTY!  I think the point of Maverick's elbow
connected with the orbital bone above Feyr's eye as opposed to driving
down into the eyeball... but that is definitely gonna leave a mark!!

CL: Feyr covering up his eye and he is definitely in a world of hurt
as he tries to roll away... but Maverick goes right after him... and
nails a legdrop across the back of the head!

FH: Ya know, if he wasn't a friend of Doc Holliday's, I could almost
like how brutal this guy is!

CL: The first brief pause in the non-stop action as Maverick backs up
while Feyr stumbles up to his feet...

FH: Ouch!  That eye has really swollen up already!!

CL: Feyr's right eye is nearly swollen shut from that vicious elbow he
took earlier.  Maverick bounces off the ropes to gain some momentum...
and he steamrolls right over Feyr with a devastating double-axehandle
to the face!

FH: OK, I take back what I said earlier.  Holliday's pinch hitter just
might actually known this one out of the park!  Did you see the way he
nearly took Feyr's head off??

CL: The advantage is clearly with Brent Maverick at the moment as he
ignores Lilith Pain who is screaming at him from ringside.  Doc
Holliday is applauding his tag team partner as Maverick grabs a
handfull of hair and drags Feyr back to his feet... elbow to the
stomach by Feyr!  He spins around and grabs Maverick's head... DDT!

FH: YEAH!  THAT'S THE TICKET!!

CL: Feyr is bleeding from what looks like a cut on the bridge of his
nose but he's definitely still in this brutal fight as he stomps down
on the back of Maverick's head and shoulders.  A kick to the side of
the head flips Maverick onto his back... KILLER INSTINCT!

FH: Yessss!  That downward-striking heartpunch will take the wind
right out of your sails!!

CL: I wonder if Marcus Manson is watching this match?

FH: He probably helped Feyr perfect that move!  Besides, Feyr's been
doing the Killer Instinct for years now.

CL: Maverick gasping for breath and clutching his chest as Feyr
staggers back against the ropes and wipes some of the blood off his
face.  He's really having a hard time seeing out of that badly swollen
right eye of his but he is seemingly in control of this match for the
moment.

FH: It's been a barn-burner, that's for sure!  These two have packed
more action into the first few minutes of this match than most
wrestlers pull off in a year!

CL: Indulging in a little hyperbole, Fred?  Maverick staggering back
to his feet as Feyr bounces forward and charges... SPEAR!  Feyr bowls
Maverick over with that diving spear and now he's raining yet more
punches down onto the Outlaw!

FH: Get 'im, Xavier!  Get 'im!!

CL: And now it's Maverick's turn to be on the receiving end of a
brutal assault as Feyr nails him with one punch to the head after
another!  This hasn't been pretty, folks, but it sure has been
devastating as both men have been pounding away on each others' faces
and heads!

FH: If you want a knockout, you don't hit a man in the stomach.

CL: Maverick uses his superior strength to shove Feyr off of him but
Feyr grabs him in a side headlock as both men struggle to their
feet... and he nails a bulldog on Maverick, driving the bigger man
face-first into the canvas!

FH: All right!  Now we're talkin'!!

CL: Xavier Feyr has managed to turn the tide and now has the momentum
on his side although the cut on his nose and his badly-swollen eye are
a testament to just how nasty this fight has been.  Maverick is face-
down on the canvas for the moment, temporarily stunned as Feyr rolls
to his feet and runs into the nearest corner.

FH: Oh, this looks like it's gonna be good!

CL: Feyr climbing up onto the top turnbuckle while measuring up his
opponent... here comes Feyr... legdrop off the top rope... NO!
MAVERICK ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY!!

FH: Dammit!

CL: Maverick avoiding a devastating top-rope legdrop as Xavier Feyr
came smashing down onto the back of his leg... from the way he's
holding it, I think he may have hurt his knee... and here comes
Maverick as he rises and runs into the ropes. Maverick rebounds
back... and nails a corkscrew elbowdrop right into the sternum!

FH: Maverick's face is pretty bruised too and I think I see a trickle
of blood coming out of his nose.

CL: Both men battered and bruised tonight as this match has been an
all-out war!  Maverick in control for the moment as he hauls Feyr to
his feet by a tight grip on one wrist.  A kick to the kidneys forces
Feyr to lean over backward... AMBUSH VALLEY DROP!  Maverick nails an
elevated legdrop across Feyr's throat driving the back of the smaller
man's head down onto the canvas!

FH:  Wait a second... I've seen that move before!!

CL: Feyr is momentarily stunned but Maverick isn't giving him any
chance to recover as he yanks him back upright once more.  A kick to
the stomach doubles the smaller man over as Maverick traps him in a
standing headscissors.

FH: Get out of there, Xavier!

CL: Maverick grabs Feyr and picks him up... charges the corner...
AMBUSH VALLEY DRIVER!

FH: NO!!

CL: A hellacious powerbomb right into the turnbuckles and I think the
back of Feyr's head smashed right into that top turnbuckle!!

FH: This is not right!  This is the WRONG opponent and this should NOT
be happening!!

CL: Feyr looks like he's completely out of it as Doc Holliday is
clapping in appreciation at his partner's handiwork.  Maverick drops
down and makes the cover...



ONE ...




TWO ...




THREE ... SHOULDER UP!!!


FH: Yesssss!

CL: Xavier Feyr very nearly lost the match right there but he somehow
managed to escape following that crushing Ambush Valley Driver.  He is
still in very bad shape as he's got a steady stream of blood trickling
down the side of his nose from a nasty cut between his eyes.

FH: I don't think he can see out of that right eye anymore!

CL: Feyr's right eye is pretty much completely swollen shut but he is
still in this match as Brent Maverick drags him to his feet and picks
him up across his shoulders.  And a Samoan Drop puts Feyr back down
again, burying him into the mat!

FH: The way this match is goin', somebody's probably gonna need
buryin' before it's all over!

CL: Maverick with the momentum as he picks Feyr up once more... no,
Feyr with a front waistlock and a lift... HOT SHOT!  Feyr fights back
as he drops Maverick throat-first across the top rope!

FH: Now THAT is how you get out of a tough spot!  Use the ring as a
weapon!!

CL: Maverick clutching his throat and gasping for air as Feyr shakes
out the cobwebs.  Half-blind and bleeding, Feyr is still a very
dangerous threat.  Maverick turning towards him... and a boot to the
gut by Feyr doubles the bigger man over!  Vertical suplex lift... NO!
BRAINBUSTER!  Right down onto the top of Maverick's head!!

FH: And he's not letting go!

CL: Feyr still holding Maverick's head as he rolls over and hauls the
Outlaw up... lifts him upside down... ANOTHER BRAINBUSTER!!

FH: Rolling brainbusters!  I LOVE this move!!

CL: Still holding on, Feyr lifts him up once more... AND DROPS
MAVERICK RIGHT DOWN ONTO THE TOP OF HIS SKULL!!

FH: I don't care how tough you are!  You are not getting up from that
right away!!

CL: Just like that, Feyr is now in control as he has brutalized Brent
Maverick with three murderous drops right onto the top of his head.

FH: Don't take a breather, Xavier!  Finish him!!

CL: Feyr's trademark aggression has been matched by Brent Maverick's
own throughout this contest but the two men have taken a bloody toll
on one another.  Maverick is seemingly out cold while Feyr slumps down
beside him, trying to catch his breath.

FH: From the way these two have been targetting each other's skulls,
I'd be amazed if both of them don't end up with concussions of one
form or another!

CL: Xavier Feyr using the ropes to help pull himself upright... and he
is definitely only able to see out of one eye right now as his right
eye is completely swollen shut.

FH: That cut on the top of his nose looks like it's opened wider as
he's bleeding quite profusely now.  And look at the welts on the side
of his jaw!  Man!!

CL: Tenacious and tough, that's for sure.  Brent Maverick also looking
the worse for wear as he's got blood leaking out of his nose right
now.  He's still pretty dazed as Feyr drags him to his feet and traps
him a side headlock.  Feyr pulling Maverick along as he runs toward
the side of the ring... NATURAL SELECTION!

FH: WOO HOO!  THAT'S AWESOME!!

CL: A bulldog guillotine on the top rope as Feyr leapt out of the ring
and absolutely crushed Brent Maverick's throat against the rope.  Feyr
landing on his feet on the outside of the ring...

FH: Look out, Xavier!

CL: ...and Feyr has landed right in front of Doc Holliday!  Holliday
is up on his feet and the two men are verbally abusing one another...
but Feyr is careful to stay inside the "red zone" while Holliday
doesn't look like he's willing to test the limits of the Zero
Tolerance Policy so far.

FH: Your substitute hit man doesn't look so hot right now, does he??

CL: Maverick is flat on his back in the center of the ring, holding
his throat as that is the second time his larynx has been crushed into
the top rope.

FH: And the Natural Selection is even worse than a regular Hot Shot
what with Feyr's whole weight pulling your throat down like that!

CL: A few more choice words between the two former allies as Duke
Martin warns Feyr to get back into the ring.  I'm not sure what he
just said but it looked like it rhymed with "trucker" as Feyr spits at
Holliday's feet and slides back into the ring.

FH: You served up your own tag team partner as a sacrificial lamb,
Holliday?  How does that feel??

CL: Feyr could go for a pin here but... he's not as he hauls Maverick
to his feet... and cracks him across the jaw with a vicious looping
punch!

FH: Now it's time to send a message to Holliday... one Outlaw can be
crushed just as easily as the other!!

CL: Maverick in serious trouble as Feyr headbutts him and then picks
him up... he's lifting Maverick up onto the top turnbuckle!

FH:  Oh yeah!  We're gonna see The Purge!!

CL: Maverick dazed as he's seated on the top rope while Feyr climbs up
in front of him and traps him in a front facelock.  If Feyr nails this
top-rope Implant DDT, this match is over!

FH: Do it!  DO IT!!

CL: NO!  Maverick with a punch to the stomach as he fights back... OH
NO!!


"___THUUUUUUUUUUUD___"


FH: HOLY CRAP!!

CL: BRENT MAVERICK JUST PUSHED XAVIER FEYR OFF OF THE TOP ROPE... AND
FEYR JUST FELL OUT OF THE RING AND LANDED ON TOP OF THE GUARD RAILING
AT RINGSIDE!!

FH: THAT'S INSANE!

CL: This is serious, folks!  I think Feyr landed on the side of his
chest against the top of that guard railing... all the way down from
the top turnbuckle!

FH: That's gotta be at least two or three cracked ribs right there!

CL: Xavier Feyr is most definitely going to need medical attention...
BUT MAVERICK'S NOT FINISHED!!

FH: NO!

CL: Maverick still on the top turnbuckle and he's measuring up Feyr on
the outside of the ring... here he comes!


"___CRRRAAAAAACKKKK___"


[GASPING POP!!!]


CL: MAVERICK WITH A FLYING CLOTHESLINE OFF OF THE TOP ROPE... BUT FEYR
GOT OUT OF THE WAY!!

FH: YESSSSSSSSSS!!!

CL: The fans are going wild as both men put their bodies on the line
to punish one another... and both are now lying at ringside, battered
and bleeding from numerous wounds!

FH: I think Maverick smacked his head against the railing when he
fell.  If those rolling brainbusters didn't knock him out cold, that
surely must have!

CL: Lilith Pain now checking on Feyr who is struggling to rise.
Holliday circles around from the other side to see to Maverick but
he's definitely not moving.

FH: Oh, c'mon, ref!  After all these two men have done to each other,
don't let it end this way!

CL: Duke Martin forced to start a countout as both men are out of the
ring and neither one looks like he's going to recover anytime soon...




ONE ...




TWO ...




THREE ...




FOUR ...




FIVE ...


FH: That's it, Xavier!  Get up!!

CL: Feyr trying to pull himself up on the side of the ring but those
injured ribs of his are visibly causing him a lot of pain.




SIX ...




SEVEN ...




EIGHT ...




NINE ...


FH: FEYR'S BACK IN!




TEN!!!


*DING*DING*DING*


CL: Xavier Feyr wins the match by countout as he just manages to roll
back into the ring before the ten count!

FH: It may not have been pretty... but a win's a win!

CL: What a war!  That was NOT a wrestling match, that was a brutal
slugfest with both men being battered and torn!  Lilith Pain is in the
ring now, helping Feyr back to his feet and "Bloodlust" looks like he
can barely breathe with what are obviously badly injured ribs.

FH: His face sure doesn't look very good either with that right eye
completely swollen shut and the gash over the bridge of his nose!

CL: Despite all his wounds, Xavier Feyr ends up on top as it looks
like Brent Maverick is starting to come to at ringside where Doc
Holliday is helping him to stand.

FH: Aw, dammit!  Who let Holliday have a microphone?!?

[Holliday does indeed have a microphone in one hand as he uses the
other to help steady his bruised tag team partner.  Holliday looks up
to Feyr and Lilith Pain in the ring as he begins to speak.]

DH: Looks lak yer gonna git yer even fight now, Xavier.  Yer welcome.


"___THUMP___"


[And with that, Holliday drops the microphone onto the floor as he
turns to help Maverick limp towards the back.]


CL: Doc Holliday has evened the score as he unleashed his tag team
partner on Xavier Feyr to cause him the same sorts of serious injuries
that Doc himself is nursing.

FH: WHAT?  Are you kidding me??  Holliday can see out of both eyes!
You can't say the same about Feyr right now!!  This is a travesty!

CL: What about what WMI just did to William Craven right before this
match?

FH: Hey you heard the bell.  That reminds me I just realized Xavier
Feyr won back to back matches.  Has that ever happened?

CL: Give me a break Fred.  What a packed night we have had thus far.
As we head into Shattered Dreams we still have our Main Event for
tonight.

FH: From WMI to SSN.  That isn't so bad?  And before that we had some
Gibson Hayes.

CL: Yes all your buddies.

FH: Damn right I choose good friends don't I?

CL: How come I've never seen one of them even talk to you.

FH: Because you are too busy kissing Jason Keening's butt.

CL: The look on Feyr's face tells the story of what is to come when
those two finally hook up.

FH: I am enjoying watching the ring crew working hard and furious
trying to get the ring back in order for our final match.

CL: ....

FH: What it's funny.

CL: I don't know about you.

HD: It's time for the Main Event of the night ...


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FH: What are these morons babbling about Lester?

CL: It appears they don't like SSN all that much.

FH: What a bunch of idiots.  If it wasn't for SSN then we would still
be in bingo halls and armories in Phoenix listening to a guy by the
name of "Putter" Preston Winfield.

CL: I never thought it'd come to day that I would miss ol' Preston.

[The distinctive notes of "Battle Without Honor or Humanity" begin to
blare  over the loud speakers]

HD: And now it's time to introduce first ...  The self proclaimed one
true legend of the wrestling world.  Strickland Sports Network global
superstar ...  Weighing in at three hundred and fifty pounds.  From
Los Angeles, California.  Accompanied to the ring by wrestlings
biggest lightning rod Jessica Fatality Marshall.

I give you ...


The Last American Badass ...


ALEX MARTINEZ !!!


[As the fans begin to go crazy, out steps the massive form of the Last
American Badass.  His expression calm but intense, Alex Martinez
pauses a  moment, and then steps forward.  All around him, fans cheer
and scream, hands reaching out to touch his chest and shoulders,
though the stoic Martinez doesn't appear to be aware.  He wears a
black leather jacket, as well as his long black wrestling leggings and
his wrestling books, which look more like biker boots than "proper"
gear.  Both of Martinez' fists are covered in black fingerless gloves,
and his right elbow is covered in a black pad.  Martinez moves up the
stairs, throwing one long leg and then the other over the top rope.
Martinez moves into the center of the ring and stares ahead at his
opponent, waiting for the bell to ring, waiting for the violence to
begin.]

FH: They don't get any bigger and badder in this industry Lester.  So
far he has been fed by money and blood by SSN.  Soon he is going to
want to add gold around his waist.  I don't think anyone will be able
to stop him.

CL: SSN has sunk a lot of resources behind their latest addition and
"global superstar".  You can bet Marshall has orders from very high up
to bring Alex Martinez to the top of PVW fast with a vengeance.

FH: Damn right Lester.

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

["Breaking the Law" by Judas Priest plays, and with no lighting
effects, no fanfare, just the words "Livestock and the Gutch" on the
PVW video screen, a pair of big men in black shirts printed to look
like suit jackets and ties carrying briefcases emerge from the
entrance portal.]

#all inside it's so frustrating as I drift from town to town.#

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

[The fat one, Gutch, does a silly little dance for the crowd as
Livestock points out to the crowd, then slaps his free hand on his
briefcase.  Bringing it up the rear comes a smaller man, their
manager, the redheaded stepchild Zeke Craven in a real suit and
carrying his own briefcase.]

#so I might as well begin to put some action in my life#

#Breaking the law, breaking the law!#

HD: Accompanied to the ring by Broderick Ezekiel Craven...

[At this, they begin walking down the aisle.]

#Breaking the law, breaking the law!#

#Breaking the law, breaking the law!#

[Still walking.]

#Breaking the law, breaking the law!#

HD: They weigh in tonight at a combined weight of 685 pounds, this is
the team of LIVESTOCK and THE GUTCH!

[Climbing into the ring, Livestock and Gutch each climb a turnbuckle
and raise their briefcases in mock victory.  Zeke stands on the apron
on the outside, gesturing to his team and smiling wide.  Their smiles,
however, fade quickly as Zeke produces a microphone and the normally
jovial Livestock and Gutch go about the business of stretching for the
upcoming match.]

Zeke: Alex, Jessica, how nice to see you.  I mean, hey, sure we may be
strangers, but we're also teammates, right?

[The crowd murmurs quizzically as big Alex Martinez scowls and Jessica
Marshall goes slack jawed at Zeke's confrontational tone.]

Zeke: We're ... the second stringers, PVW originals that wanted
nothing more than a little rub of that Marshall and Martinez magic.
True, there were mitigating factors preventing us from being closer.
I mean, how could we possibly back up ol' A-Mart with the Z-T-P in
full effect, hm?

Crowd: Z!  T!  P!  SUCKS!!!  Z!  T!  P!  SUCKS!!!  Z!  T!  P!
SUCKS!!!

Zeke: Hey, lookit that, the fans don't like it.  Normally, I'd
disagree on principal, but hey, I think that there are only about a
dozen people out there that like it, and ten of 'em are network
executives for SSN.

[Setting his jaw, scratching his red beard and grimacing, Zeke
searches for his next words.]

Zeke: Make no mistake, I'm on board, but second banana?  I'm not so
sure about wanting to play that role.  We're gonna have to talk about
it, but first, you guys gotta admit we exist, and that we're in the
same boat.  Biggest, baddest man on the planet, meet the baddest tag
team.  Jessica, charmed as always.   Now ... let's do this...

[Alex Martinez turns his back on his partners as Gutch held his hands
up for a friendly team high five.  Herk Douglas turns to announce team
SSN's opponents.]

HD: And their opponents ...


[HUGE FACE POP!!!]


CL: Bring out the fan favorites!

FH: Let's not and say we did.

HD: Introducing first ...  From Florence, South Carolina ...  Weighing
in at two hundred and fifteen pounds.

THE FLYKING ...

WILL GEDDINGS !!!


[The crowd awaits the next superstar...]

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

[Pyros go off on either side of the ramp as "Calling All Skeletons" by
Alkaline Trio hits it's full instrumental part. Will Geddings emerges
from the backstage area to a huge face pop. Geddings has on his normal
black pants with "Eagle" down one leg and "Claw" down the other. He
continues to feature the Victory Lane mask to cover his injured face.
Geddings hops from side to side in the aisle way, slapping hands with
several willing fans. New to this event, Geddings has on a "PVW" shirt
on.]

[Geddings makes it to the ring and runs over to the turnbuckle,
running up it and standing on the top rope. Once there, he motions to
the crowd to increase their already deafening support. Satisfied with
the decibel level, Geddings slowly walks across the top rope and turns
to face the audience, moonsaulting back into the middle of the ring.
Upon his landing...]

#POP#    #POP#    #POP#    #POP#    #POP#

[The pyros shoot out of the turnbuckles, leaving a haze of smoke.
Geddings claps his hands and runs over to a corner and sits on top,
waiting and looking right at Alex Martinez.]

CL: Will Geddings wants revenge on Alex Martinez in a bad way.  Gavin
Cassel and Will Geddings were building a bond.  A dominant team.  Some
say they could have been the favorites going into Unholy War if they
would have been able to stick together.

FH: What a sob story.  Too bad Alex Martinez had a bounty to collect
on Gavin Cassel.  Word going around the back Will Geddings career is
next.

CL: Will Geddings has faced juggernauts like Alex Martinez before.  He
has made a living at being an underdog and outsmarting giants.

FH: Juggernauts ...  Giants ...  But not Alex Martinez.

HD: His partner ... Wrestling out of Montreal, Quebec.  Weighing in at
two hundred twenty five pounds.

He is the number one contender for the PVW World Heavyweight
Championship.

The Blade ...

JUSTIN CRUISE !!!

## I can't believe the news today.. ##
## I can't close my eyes and make it go away.. ##

## How long.. How long must we sing this song.. ##
## How long? How loooooooong? ##

["Sunday, Bloody, Sunday" by Pillar blasts through the arena as
"The Blade" Justin Cruise steps out from the back to a huge pop from
the crowd.]

## Sunday Bloody Sunday... ##
## Sunday Bloody Sunday... ##

[He makes his way to the ring, slapping hands with the fans down the
aisle.]

## When the battles just begun.. ##
## There's many lost but tell me who has won.. ##

[Cruise climbs the steps onto the apron, and steps into the ring
between the ropes.]

CL: Justin Cruise has a giant obstacle to tackle at Shattered Dreams,
but tonight first he has SSN to go through.

FH: You can bet both Zeke Craven and Jessica Marshall want their men
to make an example out of Justin Cruise.

[Justin Cruise joins his former nemesis in their corner as they stand
looking across at the SSN trio until ... The lights go out... the
audience roars in anticipation!!!  As the lights come back, we see the
Masked Outlaw is already standing in the ring.  Dressed in a black
body suit with silver trim... the masked Enigma is bigger, thicker,
and carries himself far differently than his previous incarnation!]

CL: The Masked Outlaw is in the ring!!!

FH: Look at him... what's he doing?

CL: Mocking the World Champion with his own crucifixion pose...
spreading both arms as he turns to survey the crowd!

FH: Rob Cole isn't going to be too happy watching this at home.

CL: Well if he wouldn't have gotten himself suspended he could have
done something about it.

FH: That damn Jason Keening.

CL: Jason Keening has been following the laws of Zero Tolerance.

[Masked Outlaw turns to his partners and holds up his hands giving a
weary Justin Cruise and Will Geddings a supportive high five as the
fans roar.]

CL: Could Masked Outlaw be the glue Geddings and Justin Cruise needs
to bring these two former foes together and defeat the SSN backed
team?

FH:  Highly doubtful.  It's going to take more then ra-ra from Masked
Outlaw to pin one of these guys.  I mean can you imagine _anyone_ in
the PVW locker room pin Alex Martinez?

CL: I don't know maybe William Craven?  Heck perhaps Masked Outlaw or
Justin Cruise will right here tonight!

FH: You are --

CL: Will Geddings has revenge on his mind Fred.  He may put those big
shoulders on the mat.

FH: As I was saying.  You are drunk Lester.

CL: Referee Duke Martin is telling both sides the rules.  It appears
The Gutch will start things off and PVW's number one contender Justin
Cruise will.

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                    08.07.09 Heatwave
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                     Sid Man Action:
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Masked Outlaw, Cruise, & Geddings v. Martinez & Livestock and Gutch
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*DING!* *DING!* *DING!*


CL: There is the sound of the bell and Will Geddings and Masked Outlaw
step to the outside as Masked Outlaw pats the number one contender on
the back.

FH: Oh how nice.  It looks like Rob Cole's stalker is in love with
Justin Cruise.

CL: The Gutch stands across looking all four hundred and ten pounds of
--.

FH: Muscle.

CL: If you want to call it that.

[The large man stands proudly with his chest puffed out.  Like a Greek
god with his arms open...  The four hundred pound lawyer glares across
at Justin Cruise.  He reaches one arm out as if he is challenging the
number one contender to a test of strength.  Justin Cruise waves it
off.]

FH: Look at the chicken.

CL:  Justin Cruise is a ring veteran.  He knows his advantages and
disadvantages.  He has been through wars with some of the best this
industry has offered.

[The Gutch has a nice laugh and raises his arm again.  Justin Cruise
raises his arm in return this time as if he is going to accept the
test.  The Gutch smiles as Cruise emerges closer ...  However the
crafty and quick veteran fires a stiff kick to the midsection of the
SSN lawyer.  Justin Cruise lands another kick stunning the four
hundred pounder in his tracks. Cruise then fires off a right hand and
some serious stiff knife-edge chops ...]


"___TWAAAAAAAAP___"


WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!


"___TWAAAAAAAAP___"


WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!


"___TWAAAAAAAAP___"


WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!


CL: Justin Cruise backs the Gutch up against the ropes and sends him
across ... BIG DROPKICK and The Gutch is stumbling on his feet.  The
Blade is back up and hits the ropes and leaps with a big shoulder
block and takes The Gutch down!


[HUGE POP!!!]


FH: He can't do this!

[Justin Cruise yanks The Gutch back to his feet and fires off more
right hands.  He leaps up with an enziguri and connects into the side
of The Gutch's head.  The big SSN lawyer is quickly stunned and
Livestock comes rushing in to aid his partner and Justin Cruise see's
him coming and ducks under a charging clothesline and springboards ...
Dropkick and Livestock goes through the middle of the ropes.  Masked
Outlaw stands on his ring apron cheering on his partner as Justin
Cruise yanks The Gutch up and hooks him for a Russian leg sweep and
drops The Gutch down and hooks a leg for the cover.]




ONE !!!




TWO !!!




CL: Kick Out by The Gutch.  Justin Cruise pulls the big man over and
tags in his former tag team champion partner and arch nemesis, Will
Geddings.

FH: Now here is a massive size disadvantage.

CL: Justin Cruise with a quick armbar and Will Geddings up and over
with a legdrop across that prone arm.

[Masked Outlaw is liking what he is seeing on his side as he claps and
pumps the crowd up.  Will Geddings hits the ropes as The Gutch
stumbles to his feet shaking off the damage thus far and Will Geddings
with a sunset flip and the cover!]




ONE !!!




TWO !!!




CL: Livestock back in and broke up the cover.  Here comes Masked
Outlaw and he is unloading lefts and rights and hits the ropes ...
SHORT-ARM LARIAT AND DOWN GOES LIVESTOCK!

FH: Masked Outlaw should be suspended two!  Get out here Jason!

[Duke Martin is quick on the job and Masked Outlaw holds his hands up
backing away.  Geddings hits the ropes again, but runs right into a
stiff knee of Alex Martinez.  He quickly grabs his lower back in pain.
The Gutch grabs the head of Geddings and slams his own into it with a
massive head butt.  He stumbles over and goes to tag in Alex Martinez
who completely blows The Gutch off.]

CL: Alex Martinez blows off his partner.  Look at Zeke Craven he
doesn't look happy.

FH: Never question Alex Martinez.

[The Gutch doesn't look happy, but Livestock is back up in time to
cool things down and tags into the match.  The SSN and Zeke Craven led
tag team enter the ring.  The Gutch backs Geddings up and whips him
towards his partner who catches him and twists him over with a perfect
looking powerslam.]


"___THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"




ONE !!!




TWO !!!




[FACE KICK OUT POP!!!]




FH: Geddings was lucky there.  No matter, this just prolongs the pain
he will endure.

CL: Livestock drives his fist down into the side of Geddings hand.  He
whips him into the corner and Geddings bounces out and Livestock
catches him and twists over with a belly to belly suplex.




ONE !!!




TWO !!!




... Another kick out by Geddings!

[Masked Outlaw begins getting the fans behind the Flyking.  Livestock
pulls Geddings into the SSN pro corner.  He gives the big man the
first chance who again looks uninterested and he shrugs retagging in
The Gutch.  He holds the prone Geddings up and The Gutch drives his
big elbow into the face area of Geddings.  The two men whip the
Flyking into the corner and The Gutch charges forward and smashes all
four hundred pounds into the much smaller Geddings.]

FH: Geddings has to be absolutely crushed!  I love it!

CL: Poor Flyking.  You can tell both Cruise and the enigma, Masked
Outlaw feel for their comrade.

[Geddings stumbles out of the corner and drops to his knees.  The
Gutch straddles Geddings, strangling him, madly, beating the
Flyking's head against the mat.]

CL: A vicious move that is uncharacteristic of the big man.

FH: This is a new and improved motivated Gutch.  Zeke has his men
zoomed in on the task at hand.  The end result.

[Geddings seems to be in some serious trouble.  Justin Cruise steps
through and breaks the hold giving his partner some air.  However Duke
Martin again is quick on the job and forcing the PVW number one
contender to the outside.  The Gutch makes it back to his feet and
slaps Martinez not aggressively, but letting the big man know he is
the
legal man in.  Martinez gives a menacing glare towards his partner,
but doesn't hesitate on his opportunity at destruction.]

CL: The SSN icon is now inside the ring.  The last time Geddings and
Martinez were in the same ring.  Martinez was finishing the young
career of Geddings friend and partner.

FH: The job wasn't finished on Geddings.  You can bet Alex Martinez
will finish it.

[Alex Martinez pulls Geddings to his feet.  The Flyking proves he has
the heart of a lion and tries to fight back.  However a massive
downward clubbing blow stops the Flyking in his tracks.  The Last
American Badass drives his stomping boot down into the side of
Geddings head.  With each stomp the fans sympathize with the Flyking.
Martinez pulls Geddings to his feet and sets him up and on his
shoulder ...]


"___THUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"


CL: Death Valley Driver.  Martinez puts his boot on Geddings chest.

FH: This baby is over.




ONE !!!




TWO !!!




THREE ???




[SHOCKING FACE POP!!!]




CL: GEDDINGS KICKED OUT!  GEDDINGS _SOME HOW_ KICKED OUT!

FH: Look at Alex Martinez he looks angry.  Very angry.

CL: He always looks that way.

[Will Geddings begins to push himself up and as he reaches his feet.
Alex Martinez comes charging across with a brutal mafia kick
flattening Geddings on his stomach.  The camera catches a close up on
Justin Cruise face that says even he felt that kick.]

FH: HAH!  Both Justin Cruise and Masked Outlaw felt that kick.

CL: Alex Martinez pulling Geddings up and sets him up ... PILEDRIVER!


"___THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"


[GROANING SYMPATHIZING POP!!!]


[Alex Martinez stands with a half smirk looking down at Will Geddings.
He grabs the skull of Geddings and looks at both Cruise and Masked
Outlaw.  He shakes his head in a sign of disrespect.  He swings down
crushing Geddings across his back.  Geddings is down on all fours
barely holding himself up from the punishment.  Martinez goes to
finish Geddings off, but survival mode kicks in and he crawls through
the big mans legs.  He hits the ropes and ducks under a massive
clothesline and leaps ...]

CL: GEDDINGS MAKES THE TAG!

[The Masked Outlaw makes the tag and comes storming into the ring with
a VICIOUS clothesline!  He hits the ropes and catches Martinez with a
rolling neckbreaker!!!!  The momentum carries the big man to the
other side of the ring as the giant clutches his neck!]

CL: Masked Outlaw to the ring apron... he takes Martinez' measure and
slingshots IN WITH A SENTON!!!

FH: Crisp move from the masked enigma... and this may be a mistake, he
looks to follow up with a camel clutch!

[The Outlaw hooks one arm over his knee as he straddles the back,
hooking the big man's chin with his left hand as he leans back into
the move... raises right arm and then drives it across the bridge of
the nose!  Another crossface shot!  And another!!!]

CL: Nobody has taken it to Alex Martinez like this in the PVW yet!

FH: Masked Outlaw is signing his own death warrant.

[Livestock comes pounding in on the Masked Outlaw, but the Enigma
suddenly bursts out of the corner and meets the big man with a waist
lock, lifting him up off his feet and using the momentum to drive him
HARD into the turnbuckles!!!]

CL: Livestock comes in unwanted ... And the Outlaw with a shoulder
block... another... and a third!!! Shades of Rob Cole as the Enigma
hauls Livestock up to that top turnbuckle and climbs up after him!

FH: Taunting him is one thing... but now he's blatantly stealing the
moveset?!?!!  This guy has no idea what the World Champion is going to
do to him once he gets back from suspension!

[He hooks the front chancery and struggles once to lift Livestock...
again... but the big man might be too big, and so the Masked Outlaw
releases the front chancery... and drives an elbow across the back!
Another!  And another!!  He hooks the chancery again and suddenly
leans back, and the big Livestock comes up and off the turnbuckles as
the Enigma yanks him up and over with a messy looking snap suplex!!!]


"___THUUUUUUUUUUUD___"


CL: Masked Outlaw is on fire ...


"___CRAAAAAAAAAACK___"


[MASSIVE HEEL POP!!!]


FH: Don't forget about Alex Martinez masked man!

CL: Alex Martinez just turned the unexpecting Masked Outlaw inside out
with a spear.  The masked enigma had too much of a moment of being a
hero. Alex Martinez

[The Gutch roars in approval for his partner and he only gets a glare
from the big man.  Martinez backs up and as Masked Outlaw valiantly
begins pushing himself up he charges forward with a running kick.  He
turns around in his corner and The Gutch reaches out and tags himself
in.]

CL: The Gutch quickly in the ring and a double axe into the mid-back
of the prone Masked man.  However there seems to be some trouble in
paradise.  Alex Martinez isn't happy at all with The Gutch taking the
liberties in tagging himself into the match.

FH: Alex Martinez is the meal ticket.  Follow your meal ticket guys!

[The Gutch quickly backs the Masked Outlaw into the corner.  Livestock
pats Martinez on the back who joins him on the outside trying to
smooth things over.  The Gutch uses his size and strength and sends
the Masked Outlaw across with a big Irish Whip.  As the enigma is
slumped into the corner he breaks out into The Gootch Bartilootch~!]

FH: WOOO!  Look at Gutch move.  The ladies are loving this!

CL: I highly doubt that Fred.

[Gutch takes off and SPLASHES Masked Outlaw in the corner.  He takes a
few steps backwards and the Masked Outlaw stumbles out and down to his
knees.  The big man puts his weight on top as Masked Outlaw reaches
towards his corner.]

CL: Masked Outlaw came roaring out on fire, but was slowed a bit down
by the SSN backed trio.

FH: Of course it doesn't matter if it's Justin Cruise ... Will
Geddings ... Masked Outlaw ... or Jason Keening himself.  You can't
beat the money and power of Strickland Sports Network.

[Gutch holds on to the big Enigma, preventing him from making the tag
as he stretches out his arms... his gloved hands feet away from making
the tag to either one of his partners!]

FH: The masked idiot is in trouble now... he needs to make the tag,
needs to get either Geddings or Cruise into this match and save his
bacon!

CL: And both men are ready to go for it... The Enigma is getting
closer, and Gutch hauls off with a forearm to drop him to both knees!
Another forearm!

[The Enigma suddenly screams.... Shrill, violent, and strange!!!  He
suddenly rises and delivers a stunning forearm!  Another forearm!
Gutch suddenly drops back and hits the ropes, but the enigma ducks the
clotheslines to the roar of the fans!!! He spins as Gutch comes in
from the other side... ]

CL: WHIRLING BACKBREAKER!!!! GOOD GOD!!!!!

[The crowd is on their feet as the enigma clutches his knee and looks
around, looks at his gloved hand, and reaches out... toward the wrong
corner!  He pauses and shakes his head, staggering back as he stumbles
into his corner and his hand swings for a blind tag!]



[MASSIVE TAG POP!!!]



CL: CRUISE IS IN!!! THE PVW NUMBER ONE CONTENDER IS IN!

FH: The Gutch just made the tag to Livestock so he isn't the only
fresh body inside the ring.

CL: BONE CRUSHING RIGHT BY CRUISE!  He sends Livestock into the ropes
... KICK TO THE STOMACH...  DDT!!!!!

[The Gutch who hadn't left the ring yet charges and standing dropkick
right into the chops of the lawyer.  Justin Cruise hits the ropes
springboards ... Tornado DDT!]

FH: Things have gone south very fast.

CL: Justin Cruise tags in a very anxious Will Geddings.  Geddings
hits the ropes and springboards and leaps with a knee crashing into
Martinez standing on the apron!


[KICK HIS BIG ASS POP!!!]


FH: Geddings has never been credited with smarts.

[He turns just in time to duck a big right by Livestock.  Livestock
turns around. Kick to the stomach ... Double arm DDT!]

CL: EAGLE CLAW!!!  Geddings drops down and makes the cover.




ONE !!!




TWO !!!




THREE ???




"___CRUUUUUUUUUUUUNCH___"




[HUGE MEGA POP!!!]




[The Gutch went to leap on Geddings, but the Flyking saw it coming and
moved just at the last second and The Gutch crashed on top of
Livestock
crushing his own partner.  The Gutch stumbles back to his feet.  Not
for long the Masked Outlaw is roaring in and he is lighting into the
four hundred pounder.  Left ... Left ... Right ... Right ... Big
European uppercut and The Masked Outlaw clotheslines the big man right
over the top ropes.]

CL: Masked Outlaw isn't taking this crap anymore.


[HUGE FINNNISHA POP!!!]


[Justin Cruise is in and has Livestock in his cruise control lock.
Alex Martinez charges in and crushes Cruise right into the face with a
mafia kick right into the chops.  He turns just in time as Will
Geddings unloads on the big man.  He whips Alex Martinez into the
ropes and takes him down with a spinning heel kick.  Geddings lets out
a roar and begins stomping and kicking the downed legend with a fury
of kicks like no other.]

FH: GEDDINGS HAS SNAPPED!  Some one stop him!

CL: Masked Outlaw and The Gutch are on the outside brawling.

FH: Justin Cruise's teeth was kicked out of his skull by Martinez.

[However Hoyle's request has been granted.  Livestock has stumbled to
his feet and Geddings has snapped and his back is to him.  He twirls
the Flyking around and lifts him up in a powerbomb position and falls
backwards with the move, allowing the top rope to bounce Geddings (by
the neck) back into the ring and onto the mat.]


"___THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"


[HEEL POP!!!]


FH: The Hangman's Gambit!!!




ONE !!!




TWO !!!




THREE !!!




[BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!]




CL: Geddings snapped and he left his back prone to Livestock and a
Hangman's Gambit later SSN picks up the win.

FH: I told you Lester!  I called it told all of you!

[The Gutch has now joined his partner in the ring holding his jaw
where the Masked Outlaw unleashed a fury of ass kicking on him.
Justin Cruise stands on the outside and the lights go out ...  A few
moments later when they come back on, the Masked Outlaw is nowhere to
be found!]

CL: Where did the Masked Outlaw go?

FH: I don't know, but Alex Martinez isn't happy.

CL: He wants to get back to Geddings, but Cruise has pulled his former
tag team partner out of the ring.

[Jessica Marshall and Zeke Craven join the three men inside the ring.
Marshall puts her hands up to The Last American Badass promising he
will get his chance to finish Geddings soon ...  Craven raise
Livestock and The Gutch's hands.]

CL: Folks we are out of time!

FH: Oh what is on next?  Motor cross or some crap?  What's the hurry?

CL: I don't make the call.  We will see you next Heatwave as head into
Shattered Dreams!

[We fade to black.]










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           Credits:
Brian: HVD & DD v. Merc & Sin, Hayes v. Landis, Cruise/Geds/Masked
Outlaw v. Livestock/The Gutch/Alex Martinez
Rob: Scramble
Pat: Feyr v. Maverick



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