[Camera opens just outside the 52nd Street Armory.  A big dump trunk
has just pulled up with the back full of fresh dirt.  PVW security and
a road agent stands outside directing traffic as it backs up.]

Security: What the heck is this?

Road Agent: I don't have a clue.  I was just told to be out here to
make sure it arrives.

[The dump truck finally stops as the driver hops out.]

Driver: Here you guys go.  What would a wrestling show need with a
mound of dirt anyways?

Road Agent: You got me.   Let's just hope it was a mistake.

Driver: Either way I need you to sign here.

Road Agent: Alright ... Although I hate having my name attached to
something like this.

[We fade ...  The opening chords to Guns and Roses ... Live and Let
Die
begin to play as hard hitting highlights from days of PVW past ...]

.... A rebirth of a fallen juggernaut.


... Back to it's roots.


... 52nd Street Armory.


... Phoenix, Arizona.


... We bring you Heatwave.


... Traditional wrestling at it's finest.


... Phoenix Valley Wrestling


[Black screen.  Five seconds later we have a countdown.




_FIVE_




_FOUR_




_THREE_




_TWO_




_ONE_




Camera cuts inside the 52nd Street Armory and we are back to where it
all began.  The jammed back welcome back crowd are as rabid as ever!
As with most wrestling shows - You see merchandise being sported all
over the crowd and signs of all nature being shoved high in the air.

The Phoenix fans are here to let their favorite fans know they have
their full support.   Marley forgot his bottle! - Detson needs a
muzzle. - Gibson "Benedict Arnold" Hayes - Phoenix will _ALWAYS_ be
PVW land. - Dean will always be the #1 Hayes. - Caleb doesn't need
luck this time! - Rob Cole will bury Rick Marley once and for all.
And many more!

Camera leaves the fans and focuses in on the squared circle.  With out
SSN's money the same ring as before sits in-front of you.  However
there is a decoration change.  The SSN has been removed from
everywhere.  Standing alone ... proudly ... are three letters that
have made it through it all.  They've seen the highest of the highs.
And it's made it through the lowest of the lows.  In black-red-and a
little orange -

P-V-W covers the center of the mat.  We find our way to a set of
familiar faces.  On the left in a PVW polo shirt; Chip Lester.  On the
right in a Hawaiian shirt that only Charlie Sheen wears better then
him - "Fabulous" Fred Hoyle.]

CL: Welcome PVW die hard's.  Last Heatwave we had a rebirth and it's
damn great to say - We are back!

FH: It sure is Chip.  And not only can we say that but Rick Marley is
apparently back!

CL: There hasn't been any confirmation on that yet Fred.  However we
do know that the former Widowmaker Captain and Mr. Called Shot will be
on hand tonight to explain why he returned to Phoenix and swung a
chair into the side of both Rob Cole and Chase Williams skull.

FH: As horrible as it was to see Rob Cole escape last Heatwave
champion.  Rick Marley returning more-than-made up for it.

CL: I don't agree with that what-so-ever.  Rick Marley is one of the
top superstars in this industry, but the methods he takes in
accomplishing what he feels he deserves is more than questionable.

FH: You can't argue with results Chip.

CL: Hopefully tonight we will find out just what Rick Marley was
trying to accomplish.  Also tonight we hope to get a response from the
Netherlands born Hersher von Donkerhardt about the challenge the PVW
American Champion, Gibson Hayes laid out last week.  The Title for his
career!

FH: It was nice knowing von Donkerhardt.  He showed signs of promise,
but he made one grand mistake Chip.

CL: What was that?

FH: Don't _ever_ mess with Gibson Hayes.

CL: It's appearing that the two men will be locked up in a steel cage
as they finally settle the score.

FH: PVW Cage II?  Hopefully just like Rick Marley did ... Gibson Hayes
will step inside one of the most dangerous matches in wrestling
history and take care of business.

CL: PVW is known for saving the cage for serious matches.  It doesn't
get a whole lot more serious when you put a title up against a career.

FH: And HvD career isn't the only career in jeopardy.   Doc Holliday
the midget of professional wrestling may be hanging his boots up right
next to Donkerhardt!

CL: In a match that we never dreamed could get any bigger.  Alex
Martinez and Doc Holliday ... Two of wrestling's biggest stars and
legends have placed their PVW career on the line in a loser leaves
town match.

FH: Phoenix just wasn't big enough for the two of them.

CL: And I'm not sure PVW's bank account is either.  High profile names
like Doc and Martinez bring large contracts.

FH: Corporate backed contracts usually.

CL: Either way at Rise From the Ashes II ...  These two legends will
step in the ring for perhaps the last time ever.  And Phoenix is only
big enough for one of these two legends.  Who will stand inside that
ring after the dust settles?

FH: Do you honestly believe Alex Martinez's PVW career is in danger
Chip?

CL: If it wasn't Doc Holliday standing across from him then probably
not.

FH: Big Alex will squash him like a bug and I have a ring side seat.
I can't wait!

CL: Speaking of Doc Holliday he will be in our Main Event tonight
taking on Johnny Detson.  The PVW fans growing hatred for the
Hollywood superstar is getting out of hand.  Just look through the
crowd here tonight.

FH: The PVW fans should be thanking Detson.  Instead they are throwing
trash.

CL: Nobody knows for sure if Detson's claim has any truth to it.
However his total disrespect for PVW and what it has stood for is
disgusting Fred.

FH: What for the last year or more it's stood for Zero Tolerance ...
Corporate greed ... Mega Ratings ...  Detson is just telling it like
it
is!

CL: PVW has a rich and golden tradition that dates back even before
Phoenix opened it's doors.  I for one am glad Caleb Foley is standing
up for everything we have and still do stand for.

FH: Oh I am sure the PVW fans feel so much better.  Their white knight
is a guy who laid inside that ring crying like a water fountain
tapping out.

[The lights dim and red spotlights begin to play around the ceiling of
the arena.]

#This ain't a song for the brokenhearted
No silent prayer for the faith departed
And I ain't gonna be just a face in the crowd
You're gonna hear my voice when I shout it out loud

[The spotlights pulse in time with the music as the PA system roars to
life with  "It's My Life" by Bon Jovi.  After a moment, "Widowmaker"
Rick Marley emerges from the back to a raucous chorus of boos.  The
dark haired wrestler is wearing dark long legged trunks with the words
"The Last Widowmaker" stenciled across the butt and with red spider
webs traced along the legs.  Pausing at the top of the entryway, he
looks out across the crowd for a moment before nodding.

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

RM: Rumors of my retirement seem to have been slightly premature.

[The crowd erupts in boos, taunting the former Widowmaker's captain
with "Marley sucks" chants.]

RM: That's right...that's right...you clearly missed me.  And, I
suppose to make it all official, I'll go ahead and say it. 'Rob...I'm
cashing in my Called Shot for the title.  You can have one of your
handlers explain what it means to you...maybe during arts and crafts
you can draft a reply...if they give you something sharp to write
with, that is.  Not sure if Crayola is legally binding.

[He pauses for a moment allowing people to pick up the "Cole!  Cole!
Cole!" chant.]

RM: Is that what you REALLY want?  Rob Cole holding the belt...holding
PVW back?

Honestly?

[He looks out into the crowd for a moment, clearly disgusted at the
prospect.]

RM: Think about it for a minute.  You want a guy that's been eating
soft serve with a spork for the last three months...a guy that they
have to let out of his cage for exercise and bathroom breaks...

He's not a wrestler, he's a side show freak.  If this were the 30's,
he's be gnawing the heads off of chickens for a nickel a show.

Way to aim high.

[Marley stops, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath.]

RM: Since this place opened its doors...I've been there.  I've done
what PVW needed since day one, and I've asked nothing in return but to
be recognized for what I've EARNED.

Cole calls himself the Monster Under the Bed?

I'm the monster that YOU people made...because that's PRECISELY what
you needed me to be.

[The crowd starts to boo again, not liking what they're hearing.]

RM: It's true.  EVERYTHING you people have asked for, I've done.

You asked for a defining conflict to center attention on PVW: I took
on William Craven.  You needed a spark to draw more attention: I re-
formed Widowmakers Inc.  You wanted favorite athletes from years gone
by to come back: I forced Doc Holliday out of retirement.  You needed
me to be a monster, and I was frightening.  I have turned the world
upside down, and I did it because...of...you.

Quite frankly I'm exhausted from living up to your expectations.

And after all of that generosity, I've asked you for nothing.

Because I'm used to getting EXACTLY that from you.

[The boos have grown louder now, and some trash is starting to rain
down into the ring.]

RM: Truth hurts, don't it?  Everything I've done has been because
that's what PVW...that's what you people needed.

And now?

Now I'm done giving.

Now it's MY time.

I couldn't give a good God damn about what any of you want or need at
this point.  I've waited my whole career...my whole LIFE to get that
belt that Cole has wrapped around his undeserving middle.

And I aim to claim what's mine.

You can take that to the bank.

[He drops the mic and steps through the ropes before heading to the
back...]

CL: I guess we have our answer.

FH: And he didn't even make you wait that long Chip.

CL: How nice of him.

FH: Your love for Rick Marley is so touching.

CL: I love him like I love the stomach flu.  Except the sickness in my
stomach with the flu eventually goes away.

FH: So very touching...  So your love for him is like herpes... it
just stays with you forever?

CL: Yeah I call it the Fred Hoyle.

FH: That's ... That's just mean Chip.  Who pissed in your cereal
today?

CL: Let's just go to The Voice inside the ring.

FH: Sorry folks it's that time of the month for old Chip here tonight.

[Fans give the Voice of PVW a nice POP.  Herk Douglas stands in a nice
suit in the center of the ring getting ready to bring life to the
night.]

CL: In mere moments the PVW will bare witness to the in-ring debut of
two new tag teams.

FH: Who cares all I want to see is Emylee Marie Bermudez Cruz again.
Think I can get her dance for me ... I mean for the PVW fans here in
attendance tonight.

CL: ::sighs::

CL: Lets go to The Voice for the introduction of the Houlihan twins.

FH: Twins?

CL: Didn't you pay attention to them last Heatwave?

FH: All I remember is Emylee ...

[Before Fred can finish his sentence Herk Douglas begins his ring
introductions.]

HD: Now, ladies and gentlemen, coming to the ring... hailing from
Pittsburgh, PA, at combined weight of only a mere five hundred pounds!
They are the twin brothers Houlihan, JD and Devin... ..

...........THE RENEGADES!

["Know Your Enemy" by Rage Against the Machine bursts forth from the
PA system, as the crowd stands.  Some cheer, some just stare, but
either way, out from the curtains from JD and Devin! Each one takes a
side on the rampway, and raises their hands in the air, trying to
elicit some support!  As the brothers begin their approach to the
ring, taking time to slap some fan's hands on the way, there Uncle Sid
makes his way out from the curtains, following the pair down to the
ring.  JD elects to the take the steps, as Devin rolls underneath the
bottom ropes.  The take turns climbing the turnbuckles, working the
crowd, as the song winds down.  However, before the song completely
ends, the duo plays rock, paper, scissors to decide who starts the
match!]

FH: Whoa, whoa, whoa ... the look exactly the same!

CL: Seriously Fred, which part of the word twins don't you understand?

FH: How am I supposed to tell them apart?

CL: Let's move on I don't think we have enough hours in the day to
tackle this one.

FH: Wait I think one has a zit on his nose.  What one is that Chip?

[Carlos Santana's Oye Coma Va begins to play over the sound system of
the 52nd Armory.]

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

LOS CORAZONES !!!

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

CL: Tonight we have our first look at Corazón Rojo and Corazón Blanco.

FH: You're speaking gibberish Lester.

CL: It's Spanish and it means Red Heart and White Heart.

FH: Wait they don't even have real names? Oh god please tell me they
are Outlaw and some distant relative of his.

CL: ::chuckles:: As far as I know Fred they aren't.

[Los Corazones wave to the crowd in a mocking fashion as Emylee Marie
soaks in the stares from the crowd. As cat calls begin Los Corazones
step closer to Emylee Marie protecting her from the crowd in a
shielding manner.]

FH: They are being very protective of Emylee ... I wonder if she's the
sister of one of them.

CL: Good be or it could be they don't like people staring at her with
their tongues hitting the floor.

[Los Corazones enter the ring and remove the ASLL championship titles
from their waist and give them to Emylee who places them over her
shoulders.]


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** Phoenix Valley Wrestling - Tag Team Action -           **
** Double PVW inring Debut -                              **
** Renegades v. Los Corazones                             **
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[The Renegade twins begin to play paper-rock-scissors to find out what
one will start the match off inside the ring.  Rock beats scissors and
one of them lowers his head and steps to the ring apron.]

FH: That is JD!

CL: Are you sure?

FH: I'm telling you Chip, it's JD!

CL: Okay we will go with that.

[... And on the other side Corazon Blanco starts the match off in
their PVW debut.]

FH: The Renegades should be the ones wearing masks with those ugly
mugs!

CL: I guess Fred has already tossed his hat behind Los Corazones
folks.

FH: Was there any questions?  Look at Emylee!

CL: The bell has been sound and we have our first lock up here in PVW
newcomer tag team action!

[Blanco and JD begin to circle around the ring.  Finally they meet in
the center with a tie-up.  The ASLL veteran, Corazon Blanco pushes JD
back into the corner.  JD shoots his hands up as referee Mark Barnett
tells Blanco to back away and Blanco fires off a series of Knife-Edge
Chops.]

CL: Blanco ignoring the words of the referee already in the early
going.

FH: They put a non-Spanish speaking referee inside the ring.  What
were they thinking?

CL: Nice try but we already heard them speak and they spoke English
quite well.

[Blanco catches JD with a stiff European uppercut and follows up a
shoulder block into the mid-section and a second one driving the back
of JD into the corner. Barnett warns Blanco to get the action out of
the corner but Blanco drives another shoulder into the mid-section of
JD and powers him up onto the top rope.]

!!! SSSLLLAAAPPP !!!

CL: And Blanco showing no respect  as he just slaps JD.

FH: Champions don't have to show anyone respect! Speaking of which
have you found out what the ASLL is yet?

CL: Unlike you Fred, I do my research and the ASLL is an up and coming
Lucha Libre league in Mexico.

FH: So a bunch of leaping circus clowns then?

CL: Oh Fred ...

[Blanco climbs up to the bottom rope but JD fights back driving a
right hand into the mask of Blanco and a second and a third. Blanco
steps off of the ropes to regain his balance and JD reaches forward
and grabs Blanco.]

CL: Tornado DDT! JD drives the skull of Blanco into the mat with
authority!

FH: Emylee doesn't look happy as Uncle Sid claps on his nephews on the
outside.

CL: JD quickly up to his feet and drags Blanco up as well.

[JD locks on a side head lock as he reaches and makes the tag to
Devin. Devin catches Blanco in the ribs with a series of right hands.
JD releases the side head lock and Devin locks on a front chancery and
quickly snaps Blanco over with suplex. Devin kips up and drops a leg
across the throat of Blanco.]

CL: Devin using showing some speed as he quickly ascends to the top
rope ...

FH: And a non masked circus freak going to the top ..

[Devin misses and the crowd moans in pain for him as Blanco gets his
knees up.]

CL: Devin looking for a top rope splash but Blanco caught him with the
knees to the mid-section!

FH: How many times do I need to tell people to stay grounded in this
business?

CL: Probably till someone actually listens to you Fred.

[Blanco rolls to his feet and drives the heel of his boot into the
side of Devin's head. Blanco pulls Devin up to his feet and snapmares
him to the mat, Blanco hits the ring ropes and drives a dropkick into
the face of the seated Devin. Blanco pulls Devin up and executes an
arm wringer and drags him towards his corner where Rojo is tagged in.]

CL: Rojo to the top and quickly down with an axe handle to Devin's
arm.

FH: Solid team work from the masked guys ...

CL: Los Corazones ...

FH: Right like I said masked guys. And the one with the red mask with
a head butt on the twin you're calling Devin.

[Devin grabs his head as head as Rojo rebounds off of the ropes and
catches Devin with a hooking clothesline taking Devin to the mat in a
hurry. Rojo reaches up and tags in Blanco ...]

CL: Slingshot senton! And Blanco goes for the cover!



!!! ONE !!!



!!! TWO !!!



FH: And Devin with a kickout. I can't tell if Rojo looks surprised by
that or not.

CL: It doesn't seem to have too much of an affect on him as he pulls
Devin to his feet once again and locks on a side head lock.

[Blanco makes the tag as Uncle Sid is tying to rally the crowd behind
his nephew. Rojo in and drills a quick kick to the ribs of Devin. Rojo
takes control by whipping Devin to the far side ropes ...]

CL: JD slaps his brother for the blind tag and Rojo catches Devin with
a Twilt-a-whirl backbreaker.



!!! SSSMMMAAACCCKKK !!!



FH: And Rojo eats a jumping knee to the jaw from JD. Up until that
move the smaller Corazones seemed to have things going their way. And
now JD pulls Rojo up.

[Devin quickly ascends to the top rope as JD hoists Rojo into the air
with a vertical suplex.]

CL: And Devin catches Rojo in the gut with a missile dropkick!

FH: That dropkick added some momentum to that suplex!



!!! ONE !!!



!!! TWO !!!



[Blanco dives across the ring and catches JD in the head with an axe
handle breaking up the pinfall. Barnett is ordering Blanco and Devin
out of the ring ... the crowd moans as Rojo catches JD with a low
blow.]

CL: And Rojo playing dirty ...

FH: What? I didn't see anything wrong with that.

[Rojo grabs JD and takes him to the mat with a small package.]



!!! ONE !!!



!!! TWO !!!



CL: And JD with a kickout. But Rojo grabs him by the head and drags
him, back to the corner where he tags Blanco back into the match.

[Rojo scoops JD up and slams him to the mat. Blanco hits the ropes and
drops a knee right across the forehead of JD; both members of Los
Corozones high five each other.  Blanco now pulls JD up to his feet
lifts him up with a gutwrench and drops him down with a big
backbreaker and drops down for another count.]



!!! ONE !!!



!!! TWO !!!



[Devin quickly breaks up the pin attempt with a stomp to the back of
Blanco's head. Emlyee screams at Barnett for allowing that to occur
and Devin winks at her quickly as both Blanco and JD get back to their
feet. JD swings wildly with a right hand and Blanco catches him with a
series of knife edge chops backing the bigger man to the ropes.]

CL: Blanco showing strength lifting the bigger JD up in that
gutwrench.

FH: Performance enhancements are legal in Mexico Chip.

[Blanco grabs the right arm of JD and whips him across the ring to the
far side ropes. JD ducks the clothesline attempt from Blanco who
rebounds off of the other ropes as the two men charge one another
Blanco leaps catching JD with a cross body, but the bigger JD is able
to keep his balance as he catches him and drives him to the mat with a
modified powerslam. Uncle Sid applauds as Devin slams the top
turnbuckle in approval. JD pulls Blanco up and tags in Devin. Devin
once again ascends to the top rope and pauses and looks at Emylee
Marie who flashes a quick smile as she screams for Blanco to get up.
Devin flexes his right bicep and points at it. Uncle Sid begins to
scream at Devin to get his head in the game.]

CL: JD looking for a powerbomb here ...

[As JD slams Blanco to the mat with authority Devin leaps and drops a
leg across the throat of Blanco.]



!!! ONE !!!



!!! TWO !!!



CL: And another save by Rojo!

FH: Los Corazones showing a lot of teamwork here which explains why
they have championship gold.

CL: Barnett ordering Rojo and JD out of the ring as Devin pulls Blanco
to his feet and easily gorilla presses the smaller man into the air.

[Blanco crashes to the mat with a thud and Devin stays on the attack
as he pulls Blanco to his feet and grabs him taking him over with a
belly to belly suplex. Devin smiles toward Emylee once again as he
slowly pushes himself back to his knees.]

CL: Devin seems more focused on Emylee right now.

FH: And I don't blame him. Have you even looked at the dress she's
wearing you can canyons in that thing.

[Rojo rushes into the ring and drills Devin in the side of the head
with stiff knee knocking Devin to the mat. JD comes rushing in to help
his brother but Barnett is quick to push him towards his corner as
Rojo slowly makes his way back to his own corner pointing at JD's
interference.]

CL: Barnett trying to get JD out of the ring and Rojo and Blanco grab
Devin and execute a double slingshot suplex!

[Blanco exits the ring as Rojo pulls Devin back to his feet.]

FH: It's become quite obvious to me Chip why these guys are the WTFLL
champions or whatever they are called.

CL: ASLL.

FH: That's what I said.  The Mexican Circus fed!

[Rojo with a side headlock and runs forward driving Devin's head into
the mat face first with a bulldog. The man in the red mask stands up
and drives his knee into the back of Devin and quickly goes onto the
ring apron.]

CL: Looks like Rojo is trying for another slingshot move ...

[Rojo flips himself over the top rope but Devin rolls out of the way
from the slingshot somersault legdrop and is quick to his feet as Rojo
screams in pain. Devin catches Rojo in the jaw with a quick kick and
pulls the masked man to his feet.]

CL: Beautiful vertical suplex by Devin and yet he is paying more
attention to Emylee.

FH: Yes that is a beautiful vertical ... Oh you are talking about the
match.

CL: Would you stop looking at Emylee too Fred!

[Devin back to his feet and he grabs the leg of Rojo as he stands.]

CL: I wonder if he might be looking for a figure ...

FH: He just needs to look outside the ring.

CL: A figure four Fred. Next time don't cut me off.

[Emylee begins to slide herself onto the ring apron as Devin stomps at
the knee of Rojo. She whistles and Devin turns to face her.]

CL: This can't be good.

[Emylee motions for Devin to come closer and like any red blooded man
he does; even though both JD and Uncle Sid are screaming at him to pay
attention to the task at hand.]



!!! SSSLLLAAAPPP !!!



FH: And Emylee slapped him to next Tuesday! Los Corazones said they
didn't like the way Devin looked at Emylee and apparently she didn't
either!

[Devin looks at Emylee stunned and goes to grab her but she quickly
leaps down off of the apron and Blanco rushes to her side daring Devin
to face a man.]

CL: Rojo is up and Devin doesn't see him!

[Roll-up!]



!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!



[Rojo reaches and grabs the tights holding the pin tighter.]



!!! THREE !!!



FH: And Los Corazones pull out the win!

CL: Pull being the key word as Rojo had a handful of tights!

FH: If the Barnett didn't see it didn't happen Lester!

CL: That's not what you were saying earlier when Max and Sal were
facing the Prophets.

FH: Look at the smile on Emylee's face.  What a woman that smoking hot
wants ... She get's!

CL: Uncle Sid is now talking to Referee Barnett, but it's doing no
good.

[Emylee now has both ASLL Championship belts on her shoulders as Los
Coronzones raise their hands in PVW victory.]

CL: Look at JD and Devin ... They are ticked off and with good reason.
Emylee is quickly leading her men outside the ring.

FH: Hey there is no reason to stick around.  Their work here is done!

[And The Renegades are calling Los Corozones back inside the ring they
aren't done with them yet.]

FH: Too bad for the Renegades.  Better luck next time.

[Scene opens to the parking lot. The sounds of a loud, overpowered
engine can be heard approaching. It gets louder and louder, and then
mixing in the sound of squealing tires, a camouflage Hummer comes
roaring around the corner of the arena. It appears that the Mercenary
is in a hurry tonight, but his reflexes are still quick enough to
stomp in his brakes and stop him from slamming into a shiny black
Hummer that is parked in his reserved spot.

And even before the dust has time to settle, Merc is out of his
vehicle, fuming mad, and ready to tear into whoever it is that is
parked in his spot. He gets to the driver's side door, just about
tearing it of off it hinges as he yanks it open. He also doesn't
register that there is a giant green dollar sign painted on the door,
but he can be forgiven for missing that as a very long and bare leg
that ends in a five inch stiletto heel makes it way into the scene.
After Merc takes a couple steps back to get a better look at the
driver, the rest of the body attached to the leg comes into view. And
what a view it is...a very stacked young lady steps out. She is
dressed in what can be best described as a red Borat-style swimsuit
and she is not alone. The rear passenger door opens, and out come six
more girls, same dimensions as the driver, wearing the same type of
outfit, and once they line up beside the vehicle, you have every color
of the rainbow [not that anyone should be paying attention to
something as trivial color schemes].]

Driver: (in a bit of a southern drawl)... Hey shugah.. The boss says
this is for you... (waving an arm in the general direction of the
vehicle, so we're not entirely sure if she means the car or the girls
or both)... and that it's time to step things up. So, if you'll just
so kindly join us in the arena (two girls come forward, one in yellow,
the other in indigo, each taking an arm, and start to lead Merc
towards the buildings entrance), we can get to discussing what the
boss wants.

[Since its really, really hard to speak while your tongue is dragging
on the pavement, Merc just nods his head and goes along. And for the
first time in who knows how long, a Mercenary promo doesn't end with
his usual fade to snow... Instead we get a lingering shot of 7
perfectly shaped buttocks, each with its own color of floss up the
middle as the girls [and Merc, can't forget he's there too], go out of
sight and into the arena.]

CL: The enigma continues ... Who is paying the Mercenary.

FH: It's probably Doc Holliday with the salary PVW still pays him he
can afford gifts like that.

CL: Either way Mercenary has a big match here later tonight.  he needs
to have his head into that match.

FH: I wouldn't worry about big Merc.  He always has his eyes on the
big picture.  I'm not sure if his match with Tommy Ryder tonight fits
that big picture, but we will find out.

CL: I expect the big picture is whatever he is being paid for.

FH: Bingo someone is catching on.

CL: I am getting word it's time to roll camera's in the back as Dean
Hayes is standing by with the man who will be taking on Gibson Hayes
at Rise From the Ashes II.

[In front of a PVW backdrop stands "Swingin" Dean Hayes and "The
Netherlands Submission Machine" Herscher von Donkerhardt. Herscher is
clad in his wrestling gear and has his trademark white towel slung
over his shoulder.]

DH: Herscher in a short time, you will be headed out to the ring to
face an unknown opponent, but the question at this time is not who
your opponent is but rather what is your answer to Gibson Hayes
challenge to a "Title vs Career" steel cage match at Rise from the
Ashes.

[Herscher's short cropped blond hair is very clean and efficient.]

HvD: Thank you for this time, Dean. As you and everyone else knows:
this challenge is not from Gibson but rather his manager Todd
Johnstone. The fat man is not only offensive, obnoxious and the
personification of obscene, but he also appears to be a gambler. He
has decided that he can't be sated with the possibility of seeing me
deported - he also wants my livelihood. Johnstone wants to see my
career ended so badly that he is willing to put on the line something
that he and his charge treasures: Phoenix Valley Wrestling American
Title. Yet, Johnstone isn't satisfied with risking the title as he is
also putting the reputation of his meal ticket, Gibson Hayes, on the
line.

DH: I am sure I speak for everyone in saying the chance to shut both
Johnstone and Gibson up is one anyone would have to take.

HvD: Ja, they both seem to have a problem keeping their ignorant
mouths quiet. It is one thing that you wish to destroy and humiliate
me Mr. Johnstone - it is quite another that you wish to bring into
this conflict someone who has been very important to me over the
years. I will not have you slander someone you do not even know. I
don't care how much you claim to know the person who trained me; I
know in my heart that you know _nothing_ about him! You do not know
him the way I do and I vow that you will regret the day you began
trying to disgrace his good name by implying any sort of involvement
with a fat disgusting slug of a man such as yourself!

DH: That's very strong language Herscher. Does this mean you will
accept the challenge?

HvD: I do not have much of a choice, Dean. I can either pin hopes for
the best in a court of law; waiting for what could take years for two
nations to sort out the legal implications of all these law suits,
wasting away the best years of my career and money I cannot afford to
lose or...

[A heavy pause from von Donkerhardt.]

DH: ...or?

HvD: ..or I can risk everything I have and everything I am in a
crucible that will either see me become champion or retired from this
sport. Yes... yes I do accept the challenge and I accept the risks
that come along with this challenge.

DH: Herscher...

HvD: But, know this Hayes and Johnstone, I have heard you say there is
no way I can win this match; ultimately leaving you nothing to lose.
Let me take this moment to tell just how wrong you both are about the
situation you have made for yourselves. Mr. Hayes, you may have left
our match with your arm raised but there is no way you can claim to
have been victorious. You needed  your small army to help you out and
you  barely came out of there in one piece. And now, now, you want to
get in a cage with me? Alone? Gibson, you have managed to escape your
long overdue downfall through what ever means necessary. Whether you
want a match or a fight I will be happy to oblige you and I will be
more than happy to exact every single drop of justice you have escape
from your hide.

[Herscher rolls his shoulders, very serious.]

HvD: I learned how to break bodies in the rings of Europe and how to
bash skulls in the streets of Amsterdam. You have demanded I stand and
deliver and I am more than willing to oblige, but you will receive
more than you can handle. I accept your challenge and the outcome, for
better or for worse. Whether I leave that ring as champion or as your
latest casualty will be decided by iron and blood. I will take pride
in being the one to pry that title away from you and the fat man. The
title will be a vindication of my efforts but my true reward? That is
seeing both you and Johnstone's sullen faces of defeat.

[Herscher walks out of the frame, presumably to prepare for his match]

Dean Hayes: Herscher von Donkerhardt has accepted the challenge!. We
have the makings of a must see match at Rise From the Ashes. Back to
you Chip and Fred!

[Lester and Hoyle are a bit taken aback by HvD's announcement.]

CL: Herscher seemingly walking into a match he has no chance of
winning.

FH: HAHAHA He... *wheeze* he thinks he can beat Todd at the Rod's
game? Oh, man, watching that piece of Euro Trash lose will be so
sweet!

CL: I have word we have Dean Hayes with the debuting Blue Diamond;
Herscher's surprise opponent for the night. Take it away Dean!

FH: Someone should take Dean away...

[In front of the famous PVW interview background is "Swinging" Dean
Hayes and a man in a full, white and sapphire colored body suit with a
gleaming mask divided into white and blue sections. Blue diamonds go
up and down the sides of his suit.]

DH: We've already heard from Herscher von Donkerhardt and with me now
is his opponent in this surprise match: the Blue Diamond.

BD: Greetings to you and to all the wonderful people in attendance
tonight!

DH: Blue Diamond, according to your biography you've wrestled in
Mexico and Europe but never in the United States. Why have you come to
Phoenix Valley Wrestling?

BD: I may not have wrestled in the United States, but I am from here.
Sure, I may have adopted the world as my home but my heart has never
strayed far from the purple mountains majesty or amber waves of grain
that these United States hold. My reason for being here? It is simple,
Mr. Hayes. I aim to bring excitement to that ring. over younder!

DH: Do you have anything to say about your foe, Herscher von
Donkerhardt?

BD: Ah, yes, the "Submission Machine from the Netherlands"; I know of
him! My opponent tonight is a man I am familiar with because I saw him
train in Europe. His mentor is well known to those who really know and
understand the history of wresting. He was not a man beholden to the
false idols in Los Angeles or Toronto and his prized student is no
exception; Herscher fights to honor and glorify the ring, not to rest
on celebrity.

DH: You seem to know a lot about Herscher and his mentor, but that
still doesn't answer the question.

BD: Lo siento! I became caught up in the moment. You see, Dean, I came
here to test my strength, mettle and honor against the student of such
an amazing man. I came here to honor wrestling and to give the people
of Phoenix... no, I mean the people of the world, a match to remember.
An honorable match against the student of one of the greatest
technicians ever to grace the squared circle. This match, this match
is my dream - to put my honor and skills against a man with such fire
and passion. Believe me, hijo, nadie puede parad mi! Viva el lucha
libre!

[The Blue Diamond raises his right hand in the air and marches towards
his match.]

DH: There you have it Chip and Fred!

[Instead of the announcing desk the shot is of the aisle as Everything
but the Girl's "Sugar Finney"'s horn opening ushers in the latest
addition to PVW's roster. Clad in a white and blue body suit with blue
diamonds up the sides and his two toned mask is The Blue Diamond. The
Diamond slaps hands with the fans and even rustles a few children's
hairdos. The audience seems to like him.]

# America is free
Cheap and easy #

CL: And here comes the latest PVW signee.

FH: I didn't hear anything about him.

CL: He just worked out a contract fast enough to get a debut match
tonight. PVW never rests when it comes to acquiring talent, especially
now without backing of Strickland Sports.

FH: I'd rather have the larger paychecks than jokers like this Blue
Doofus.

[As the Blue Diamond leaps over the top rope, the speakers begin to
play Victim by The Golden Palominos, getting a very positive reaction
from the crowd as this signals the impending arrival of 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.#

[At the ring entrance stands Herscher von Donkerhardt, clad in his
tight brown wrestling pants with a black leather lining on the inner
thighs. He stands looking out at the ring with his icy blue eyes.]

#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 reaction isn't all positive, a few folks are unsure of the
sincerity of HvD's true leanings but the old adage: the enemy of my
enemy is my friend seems to hold sway.]

#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.#

[By all appearances he is the same man, the same blond haired eyed
figure, dubbed the Netherlands Submission Machine, however something
seems different.]

Herk Douglas: Coming to the ring weighing in at 225 pounds, and
hailing from the city of Utrecht in Holland, he is the Netherlands
Submission Machine: HERSCHER VON DOOOONKERHARDT!!!!

GIB-SON SUCKS!

GIB-SON SUCKS!

GIB-SON SUCKS!

CL: Listen to that reaction!

FH: Chip, Chip, Chip, you understand so little. I think the fans are
angry that Gibson hasn't ended Van Donkeycart's career yet. They're an
impatient lot and just can't get enough of America's true hero.

CL: No, Fred, the people have begun to rally behind the plight of man
trying to get a fresh start in a new land. These folks here, they see
what Herscher is going through and they sympathize.

FH: These people here are probably all job stealing illegal's.


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** Phoenix Valley Wrestling - One on One Action -         **
** One on One Wrestling Match -                           **
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[HvD and Blue Diamond stand toe to toe in the middle of the ring. The
Diamond offers a handshake and HvD, suspicious but willing to
entertain the idea, obliges. This gets a good sportsmanship cheer from
the audience.]

FH: What the hell is that, Chip? Are these two wussies going to start
picking out China next?

CL: It is called sportsmanship Fred, something you know nothing about.

FH: The only good sport is a winner, Chip and neither of these two
clowns are winners.

[A quick game of catch as catch can starts and soon some simple
waistlock-go behind-hammerlock shenanigans begin. An armdrag from the
Blue Diamond is met with a leg takedown. Another scramble and hold
exchange occurs, ending with both men standing up and ready to go,
getting a good round of applause from the audience for this display of
fundamental wrestling acumen.]

FH: BORING!

CL: Honestly, Fred, if I didn't know you actually wrestled I would
think you have no love of the sport.

FH: I love wrestling, I hate this grab ass going on in the ring.
Someone punch someone else already!

[The Blue Diamond charges and is met with a hip toss from HvD. A
simple armbar is applied but Blue Diamond makes it to the ropes. HvD
breaks at 2, and Blue Diamond moves in with a leg trip and a quick
stomp to the left leg. Blue Diamond picks up HvD but is met with a
stiff European uppercut. HvD delivers another forearm and throws Blue
Diamond into the ropes... but HvD's Irish whip is reversed!]

CL: According to this biography, Blue Diamond is a master of the Irish
Whip reversal...

FH: What sort of loser puts that on a bio? That's like Doc Holliday
admitting he's over the hill and really a Smurf; it's pointless!

[HvD comes off the ropes and is met with a dropkick to the left knee.
Blue Diamond throws HvD into the ropes but has his Irish Whip
reversed... only to re-reverse the whip! However, HvD reverses that
and decides to deliver a vicious short arm clothesline. Holding Blue
Diamond by his right arm, HvD suddenly puts BD into a cobra clutch...]

CL: Wow, Blue Diamond was caught off guard by HvD's quick submission
hold.

FH: Blue Diamond would be caught off guard by his own reflection.

[Instead of going for a submission, HvD delivers his cobra clutch
suplex (Birth of a Tragedy) and covers Blue Diamond for a quick 3
count. A disappointing debut from PVW's latest signing, to say the
least.  As Herscher celebrates in the ring out comes Todd Johnstone.
The Rod is in a wheel chair and wearing a neckbrace. Big Bubba Hayes
is pushing Todd down to ringside as HvD stares daggers at the fat
man.]

CL: What is he doing here?

FH: Stealing jobs from honest American wrestlers, Chip.

CL: I was talking about Johnstone!

FH: Oh... well, Todd's classying up the joint. I can only do so much
Skip.

[Blue Diamond has recovered and tries to congratulate von Donkerhardt
but HvD brushes BD aside and moves out towards Johnstone. Todd has
himself a microphone!]

TJ: Boy, I heard your little remarks. You need to learn your history
and you need to learn some respect for your betters. I'm tired of
seeing your ignorant and disrespectful face on my airwaves.

[Herscher taps his foot, a few feet away from Todd Johnstone. HvD
calms himself, the presence of Johnstone obviously causing some
discomfort for the Netherlander.]

TJ: I don't know what they teach you over in that [TV EDIT] filled ass
grabbing [TV EDIT] swallowing and semen gargling hell hole you call
Europe and I don't know what your fancy little father figure taught
you in the back alleys but it is plain to see you are one stupid
botched abortion. Do you really think you have a chance? Do you really
believe those sloppy, crusty words that came out of your overused
front socket? I made your little pretend father and I broke him. He
cried, like a little bitch. He was just another notch on my belt, boy.
Just like you'll be.

[von Donkerhardt moves towards Todd, agitated.]

TJ: Oh, what are you going to do? Are you going to hit me again? Are
you going to get yourself sent to jail again and throw your last
opportunity out the window before it is even official? I got the
paperwork right here, Herscher. All you have to do is sign the damned
thing and then, then we can pick out what sort of coffin you'll want
to bury your surrogate rape fantasy's pride and joy in when me and
Gibson are through with you. Here, take this pen, g'on, take it. Sign
your life away; bargain with the devil.

[Still maintaining control, HvD signs the contract so graciously
offered by Johnstone. Todd can't resist adding a bit more fuel to the
fire.]

TJ: Your mentor did and look at how he ended up; a useless [TV EDIT]
cripple who couldn't even teach a piece of Nazi rape trash like you
the most basic lesson in life: don't ever cross your betters. The
apple doesn't fall far from the stupid tree, does it? Maybe when
you're shipped back to Denmark you can tell your teacher that I only
wish I had fully gimped the son of a bitch...

CL: And that's enough! Herscher making his move against Todd!

FH: Big Bubba grabbing a hold of Herscher! Thank you Jesus!

[As HvD struggles to get at a taunting Johnstone, we see the Blue
Diamond come onto the screen and he manages to shove away Bubba,
letting Herscher turn his attention to Todd.]

CL: Johnstone's eyes are as wide as saucers! He looks like he may have
wet himself!

FH: SECURITY! Get your butts down here! HELP!

[Todd Johnstone is trying to wheel himself backwards but it is not
working. Closing in on the foul mouthed manager of miscreants, the
audience livens up as HvD takes another step forward.]

CL: The PVW faithful are loving this opportunity to see Johnstone
finally made to eat his words.

FH: Someone call the FBI, CIA... someone get Gibson here pronto! I
know he's finally getting a night off but America needs her champion
now more than ever!

[Just as HvD is about to grab Johnstone the Blue Diamond rushes
towards von Donkerhardt and a sickening crack echoes through the 52nd
Street Armory as the Blue Diamond strikes HvD on that left knee with a
black finished cane with silver top.]

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOO!!!

CL: What the hell was that?!

FH: Blue Diamond with the save! I knew he was a real hero the kids
could look up to when I first saw him!

CL: What the hell is going on here?! Todd Johnstone is grinning like
some sort of... well, he looks so damned smug!

FH: Chip, Chip, look!

[The Blue Diamond stomps on HvD's left knee for good measure and dumps
the remains of Todd Johnstone's cane onto Herscher von Donkerhardt's
writhing form. Signaling for Big Bubba to come over, the body guard
dutifully unties the mask of Blue Diamond, showing some poofy black
hair and the smiling face of...]

CL: Gibson! That son of a bitch!

FH: I told you Skip, I told you! The Blue Diamond was a blue chipper!
A #1 best wrestler in America... no, best wrestler in the whole world!
He and Todd set this all up and trapped them some European retarded
bear!

CROWD: BOOOOOOOO!!!

[The faithful in attendance howl in protest, several making grabs at
"The Blue Diamond" as he taunts Herscher by adopting a fake limp. A
stray Styrofoam cup or three make take flight towards the American
champion. Bubba threatens a few with backhands in response while Todd
dumps a cup of pop he stole from a fan onto the injured Herscher.]

TJ: Maybe that'll cool you off, you hot headed pimple on the anus of
humanity!

CROWD: GIBSON SUCKS AND TODD IS FAT!

CL: This is disgusting!

FH: I know! Todd wasted perfectly good soda pop on that loser.

[A very self satisfied Gibson Hayes takes the microphone from his
manager.]

GH: Merry Christmas, you pathetic piece of Euro trash. I'm not sure I
had gotten the right size but it looks like my present fits. But, hey,
now you and your fake daddy can go halvsies on a pair of crutches!

TJ: I got you, you stupid son of a bitch! Thanks for signing your life
away, you ignorant slop humping [TV EDIT]!

[HvD clutches his left knee but still manages to stare down Gibson and
Todd. Growling through gritted teeth, Herscher tries to get at one of
his three tormentors but it is obvious he is in no condition to do so
as he stumbles and falls. Gibson, Todd and Bubba make their way away
from ringside.]

CL: Totally uncalled for.  Gibson Hayes lays a very serious challenge
on the line and after Hersher accepted it.  They pull this garbage.  I
know I shouldn't expect anything more from Gibson Hayes, but something
needs to be done.

FH: I know how dare Hersher von Donkerhardt try to injure the Blue
Diamond.  Thank goodness it was Gibson Hayes a true American who could
defend himself.

CL: I just don't have it in me tonight to play this game with you
Fred.  Let's go backstage again with Dean Hayes.

FH: So sad to follow Gibson Hayes with Dean Hayes.  Is there no
justice?

[Backstage, "Swinging" Dean Hayes aims his microphone towards the man
with the world's largest muttonchops, "the Everlasting" Perry Fontana.
As usual, the hood of his orange, red and gold robe shields his eyes,
but his thin lips and protruding, dimpled chin are instantly
recognizable.]

SDH: Last month-

Fontana: You know my Uncle Jack's very disappointed, cousin.

SDH: Uhm...

Fontana: He thought he could leverage his reputation and create some
opportunities for my _loving_ brother and myself in the PVW tag team
scene.

SDH: I think everyone is flat out surprised Tom Landis and yourself
have not killed each other yet. Although, last month...

Fontana: That's a good point.

[Hand shielding his eyes, Il Eterno scours the horizon for Landis,
then turns back to the interviewer.]

Fontana: Do you see him?

SDH: Well, no. But as you very well know, Livestock and the Gutch-

Fontana: Aaaah ouais! I think he took his ball and _quit_, cousin! He
was supposed to learn what it means to be a team, but he's not here.
So I guess he just learned to _give_up_ and QUIT instead!

HTL: ... That, or he's been around this business a lot longer than you
give him credit for, [in a terrible French accent] mon frere.

[Fontana turns and, yes, right next to him now stands "Hellraiser" Tom
Landis, moving in to take Dean Hayes' place.]

HTL: Sorry to disappoint you Perry, but your "loving" brother is a lot
more stubborn than you think.  Better men have tried to drive some
sense into this skull without luck.  And everyone seems to think I
ought to cut bait and run, including my lovely wife now.  But I'm the
kind of man that doesn't quit on things halfway.

Fontana: Tom, don't think I'm _vexed_, here. I'm glad you showed up,
I'm glad you decided to do things _my_ way.

HTL: See, now I'm thinking you just don't get it.  We're not doing
things [air quotes] your way.  If it's anybody's way, it's mine.

["Le Phenix" raises a hand in protest.]

Fontana: Look, Tom, you're my _brother_, now, and -

HTL: I'm just going to stop you right there.  You don't have any cards
left to play, Per.  You insulted my wife, my daughter... you showed me
photos that will be forever burned into my brain.  And I let it slide,
all of it, because of what my family means to me.

[Tom stabs the Deathless One's chest with his finger.]

HTL: You're the one who turned your back on our team and orchestrated
with Jake and the Fatman, the kind of beating that made me regret my
career choices every morning for more than a week.  But I'm still
here, Perry.  I'm still here, and you don't have any tricks left.

Fontana: ...

HTL: I saw, just like everyone else, what you did to Masked Maniac.
They all think I should forget you and move on, go back to my own
thing... but I'm still here... because I don't quit that easily.
That's something Sinister's on the verge of discovering, too. When we
fight one on one... my way.

Fontana: But la famiglia prima-

HTL: Yes, it does.  But that doesn't mean I suddenly have to start
waging your battles for you.  My own are enough to keep me busy.  I'll
fight mine, you'll fight yours, and everyone will be happy.  I'm
simply not interested in teaming up with the hypocritical monster who
injured Jack Keening.

Fontana: My beautiful _wife_, Emily... she'll be disappointed in you.

HTL: Because I don't want to team up with an arrogant scumbag? But
Emily wouldn't be disappointed to see me team up with the partner I'm
looking for. I trust Emily too much to believe she fell for the
callous psychopath that tried to end Masked Maniac's career... She
fell in love and married another man... a human being I'd be willing
to team up with.

Fontana: That man is _one_ and the SAME!

HTL: If that's what you think, then you're the one that needs to learn
a few things about Perry Fontana, not me. Now, I have a match. Emily's
husband is welcome at ringside, the treacherous former Network champ
is not.

["Hellraiser" Tom Landis backs out of the frame, leaving behind a
frown on Perry Fontana's features. The Everlasting One turns to Dean
Hayes, who is trying to repress a smirk, and the image fades.]

CL: Tom Landis giving Perry Fontana an ultimatum!

FH: Bad move by Tom Landis.  Perry Fontana the one he suddenly wants
nothing to do with has carried this tag team.

CL: I guess we will find out shortly as Tom Landis set to go one on
one with the Chi-town beast!

[The camera pans all around the loading dock behind the 52nd Street
Armory, showing the PVW trucks and production vehicles along with the
occasional rental car. A loud slamming noise causes the camera to jerk
over towards an open dumpster.  Leaning over the open lid is a large
man dressed in a filthy faded flannel shirt over a faded black t-
shirt.  He is wearing what appears to be a hand-made kilt of dirty
black cloth and some taped together combat boots over some graying
socks.  He digs through the trash casually, seemingly oblivious to, or
unconcerned with, the presence of the camera.]

FH:  Oh great, it's that bum again!

CL:   If by bum you mean the homeless man that we saw outside the
armory a few weeks ago, then it certainly seems to be him.  But what
is he doing?

[The unknown figure stands up, revealing his long, black greasy hair
and overgrown matted beard.  In his hand is what appears to be a
partially-eaten hotdog.  He turns and looks into the camera, and then
plops into a seated position on the pavement, leaning against the
dumpster.  Once seated, he begins bringing the hot dog he just pulled
from the dumpster up to his chapped lips...]

FH:  Oh lord, please tell me he's really not going to eat that!

[As if in response, the shabby individual sticks the morsel of
discarded food into his mouth, finishing it in 2 large bites.]

FH:  I think I'm going to be sick!

CL:  Aren't you over-reacting a bit?

FH:  Over-reacting?  The guy just ate a garbage wiener!  That was
foul!!

CL:  The poor man's probably hungry!  Some people don't have the
luxury of eating filet mignon every meal, you know.  Some people have
to eat what they can find, and are thankful for it.

FH:  That reminds me, my steak tonight was medium and I ordered it
medium rare. I need to call that place up and complain to the manager.

[The homeless man stands again, and begins digging back through the
garbage in earnest.]

FH:  What's he looking for now?  Something to wash it down with?

CL:  He's probably still hungry.

FH:  Then let him get a job like the rest of us!  Why should this jerk
get to live it up eating our trash and sleeping all day? What makes
him so damn special?

CL:  Do you ever go back and listen to yourself after we tape these
shows and realize how much of a fool you sound like?

FH:  I'm usually too busy counting all your mistakes!  Seriously, if
this guy is that down on his luck, he could always work for me.  I'll
give him a couple of bucks to shine my shoes or unclog my toilet!  HA!

CL:  You're all heart.

FH:  I think he's ready for his second course!

[The homeless man has once again sat on the pavement in front of the
dumpster, his hands full of what appears to be discarded soggy French
fries and glob of what once may have been nachos.  He greedily devours
the mass of food, ketchup and cheese filling his already filthy
beard.]

CL:  Wow.  That is...  Okay, that is disgusting.

FH:  Can we please take the camera off this guy before he reaches back
in there and finds something for dessert?

CL: Folks I apologize.  The camera's usually run through the arena's
at times through out the show to get various fans and shots of our
sponsors.

FH: Well something needs to be done.  This is going to force people to
change the channel!

CL: I am sure something is going to be done.  I feel sorry for the guy
who is down on his luck.  However being down on your luck and live on
TV might not be the best combination right now.  Thankfully Herk
Douglas is inside the ring to once again save the day.

FH: This time let me say - Thank God.

HD: Introducing first ... From Chicago, Illinois... Standing at six
foot eleven, and weighing in at three hundred pounds...

[The silhouette of a man appears atop the ramp, and since it looks
exactly like the kind of silhouette a seven footer would have, the
crowd's cheers grow louder.]

HD: Here is ...

SINISTER!!!

[The Chi-Town Beast raises a fist, bathing in Phoenix's warm welcome
...
Even the addition of Danny Daniels who has joined Sinister is going to
change the Phoenix crowd tonight.]

FH: See these fans really do love Danny Daniels.

CL: Are you as clueless as he is?

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

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

"HELLRAISER" TOM LANDISS !!!

# 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: Perry Fontana has decided not to join his brother in law for the
match at hand here tonight.  Big shocker there Fred.

FH: Hey Tom Landis made his own bed.  He needs to figure out the
importance of Family.

CL:  Landis and Sinister meeting in the center of the ring to start
the match.

FH:  That's Mr. G. Sinestro to you.


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** Unanswered Questions Grudge Match -                    **
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[Landis and Sinister lock up in the center of the ring with a collar
and elbow tie up.  Sinister, with the obvious height advantage, easily
moves Landis back to the turnbuckle.  The ref jumps in there for a
break, which Sinister immediately complies with.  Danny Daniels jumps
on the apron screaming at his "pupil."]

FH:  Oh no, Sinestro's had a relapse!

CL:  Daniels screaming at Sinister to stop his evil ways, and since
when is a clean break considered evil.

FH:  Always consider the source Chip.

[Sinister basically rolls his eyes at his "mentor" as he and Landis
move back to the center of the ring.  Another tie up, but Landis
quickly moves grabbing Sinister's arm into a hammerlock.  Sinister
feels out the situation, and with his free hand swings back an elbow,
which Landis ducks.  Landis quickly wrenches in a standing side
headlock.]

CL:  Landis is smart, he's going to have to use his speed against
Sinister's power.

FH:  Yeah, ~EVIL~ power!  And did you just become the first person in
history to call Tom Landis smart?

CL:  Landis is a savvy veteran and he knows what has to be done in the
ring.  I'm not the only person who thinks that way.  Sinister now
trying to power out of the move, but Landis has it locked in tight.
Sinister now makes his way to the ropes and Landis is forced to break
the hold, which he also does immediately, see good sportsmanship!

FH:  I'll let the Supreme Champion tell me what good sportsmanship is
thank you!

[On cue, Daniels, again jumps up screaming at Sinister.  The ref
immediately goes over to admonish Daniels and get him from the ring
apron.  Sinister and Landis go back to a tie up in the center of the
ring.  This time Sinister moves quicker, striking Landis in the
midsection with a knee doubling him over.  Sinister with a couple of
quick kicks to the knee of Landis before he bounces off the ropes and
strikes Landis down with a running knee strike.]

CL:  Sinister using those kicks and knee strikes to his advantage,
punishing moves on Landis.

FH:  I just hope that he's using Danny Daniels approved offense!

[Sinister grabs Landis by the right leg and then drops an elbow down
on his right knee, this is followed by another elbow and then another
elbow all connecting on Landis' targeted right knee.]

CL:  Sinister targeting the knee.

FH:  All those years of that knee of Sinestro's being targeted I think
he has quite the attack strategy to go after someone's knee.  But I
still think its because of Daniels' Supreme intelligence finally
seeping into Sinister's evil, corrupt brain!

[Sinister picks up Landis and whips him into the ropes.  Landis comes
bouncing back and ducks under the lariat attempt by Sinister and
bounces off the opposite ropes.  He ducks under another lariat.  He
stops short and blasts Sinister in the head with a forearm shot.]

CL:  Landis trying to turn the early tide of this match.

[A couple more forearm shots to the head rock Sinister back towards
the ropes.  Landis quickly runs towards the ropes, bouncing off and
coming down with a chop block to the right knee of Sinister knocking
him down to the canvas.]

CL:  The right knee again a target of Sinister's opponents.

FH:  Hey when you have a glaring weakness like Sinestro, and I'm not
just talking about his mental shortcomings, you need to be like a
blood thirsty animal and attack.  Maybe Landis finally decided to
listen to his brother-in-law.  Perry does love him after all and only
has his best interests at heart.

CL:  The heinous attack he orchestrated on Tom last week
notwithstanding.

FH:  He maimed him out of love.  It's the season of giving, and Perry
Fontana does not have a selfish bone in his body!

[Landis places Sinister's right leg on the middle rope and uses the
top rope to leap then drops his butt onto Sinister's right knee. The
big man growls in pain and rolls onto his stomach quickly, hopping up
on his left leg and resting in the corner. Landis moves in immediately
and places Sinister's right leg on the middle rope again but Sinister
shoves Landis back. Landis darts forward and Sinister drives him to
the mat with a BIG BOOT with his right leg! Sinister massages his knee
quickly and shakes his leg a few times before sizing Landis up]

CL: Ladies and gentlemen, it's obvious that Sinister has been focusing
tremendously on rehabilitating that troublesome right knee. Not only
is he moving much
more smoothly but he seems able to tolerate a lot more punishment than
before.

FH: I told you earlier, he put a steel plate in that knee! Not to sell
Daniels short because we both know he is the reason Sinister even
looks halfway decent in this match so far, but I think Sinister snuck
out and had some clandestine operations on his body!

CL: Wow Fred, I'm impressed. I didn't think you knew what that word
even meant!

FH: Shut up Chip!

CL: Believe what you may folks but I believe Sinister has dedicated
himself to getting into the best possible shape because, quite
honestly, I think Daniels irritates him so badly that he uses that
negative energy to push himself.

FH: Sinister better feel honored that Daniels has even taken the time
to change his evil ways and improve him as a human being! Sinister
clearly is far short of the man Daniels is and always will be short of
that. However, Sinister is being taught many lessons each and every
day and he had better be thankful!

[Sinister doesn't take too much time focusing on his knee, as he picks
up Landis in a front chancery and lifts him high in the air with a
Vertical Suplex before crashing down to the mat.  He quickly picks up
Landis and whips him into the corner where Landis crashes hard.
Landis staggers out of the corner and Sinister picks him up and sends
him down with a big Kneebreaker.]

CL:  Sinister keeping the focus of the match on the knee of Landis.

FH:  Obvious strategy by my hero, Danny Daniels, as Sinestro is too
stupid to focus on anything except for large shiny objects!

CL:  I might have to tell him you said that.

FH:  Go ahead.  I have personal assurances from Danny Daniels himself
that Evil Sinestro will not be allowed to attack me!  I have his
personal guarantee.

[Sinister turns Landis over in a single leg crab, continuing to work
over the right knee of Landis.  Landis, grimacing in pain, starts to
crawl towards the ropes as the crowd cheers him on.  Just as he's
about to reach the ropes, Daniels pulls the rope away.  The ref, busy
checking on Landis didn't see it, and Sinister manages to pull Landis
back to the center of the ring.]

CL:  How can Daniels say he hates evil when all he does is cheat?

FH:  Cheat?!  You have obviously never read the rules of the Supreme
Championship Committee, where the managers and mentor of those trying
to purge the evil out of somebody are granted more liberties!

CL:  Like blatant cheating?

FH:  Like blatant cheating... HEY, Danny Daniels is doing a public
service... leading by example... to show... Sinestro what not to do in
the ring.

CL:  Well Sinister is going to have to watch this on tape as he didn't
see a thing, or he would have let go of the hold.

FH:  Not the Sinestro of old, only with Daniels' intense training does
he now know right from wrong.

CL:  Landis has been in this hold for a little bit now, not that he
should have been.  He's starting to make his way back towards the
ropes.  Landis crawling and fighting his way back and... AND DANIELS
AGAIN PULLING THE ROPES BACK.  Landis reaching but he can't make it,
and finally the ref sees him!!  The ref forcing Sinister to break the
hold and now he's yelling at Daniels who's feigning ignorance!!

FH:  Hey you leave my hero Danny Daniels alone!

CL:  He's interfering in the match Fred.

FH:  He's doing no such thing.  Danny Daniels is a talented,
intelligent, and humble being.  He's just shouting tutelage to his
pupil and getting him in the right frame of mind!

CL:  That may be, but there no reason he needs to be --- WAIT humble?

FH:  That's right.  He's been approached millions of times with people
wanting to make him the man so nice; they named him THRICE!  He's
turned each one of them down.

CL:  You're not serious.

FH:  I know; his humility astounded me too.

[Sinister now questioning the ref as to why the break was called and
as the ref explains Sinister begins to glare at Daniels who tells his
"pupil" to focus on the match and not to reform to his evil ways.
Sinister waves off Daniels but turns around right into a boot to the
midsection followed up with an ace crusher.]

FH:  See if he had listened to Daniels this wouldn't have happened!

CL:  If Daniels wouldn't insert himself into this match, then Sinister
wouldn't have to be distracted by him!

FH:  Semantics!

[Landis himself takes a turn to glare at Daniels from his earlier
stunt before going to work on Sinister.  Landis sizes him up and then
drops a knee across the head of Sinister, causing Landis to wince a
little, but Sinister to grab his head in pain.]

FH:  That idiot doesn't even know when he's hurt!  If anyone needs
guidance it would be him.

CL:  Landis now back to the offense, he comes off the ropes as
Sinister tries to gets up and CONNECTS with a seated dropkick right to
the side of the head of the kneeling Sinister!

FH:  Sinestro's evil is contagious!  And I thought the Landis gene was
the only contaminating factor in this match up!

[Landis picks Sinister up and whips him towards the ropes but Sinister
reverses and whips Landis into the far ropes and follows in
immediately with a MASSIVE LARIAT! Landis is flipped over the top rope
and lands on his feet but the momentum carries him into the barricade.
He arches his back in pain as Sinister steps over the top rope and
hops down to the floor. Daniels hurriedly makes his way close to his
tag team partner and begins shouting various instructions. Sinister
slides Landis into the ring, turns him on his stomach and drapes his
neck over the edge of the ring apron. While staring a hole into
Daniels, Sinister unleashes an elbow to the back of Landis' neck while
simultaneously driving his right knee into Landis' face! Daniels is
livid accusing Sinister of "evil methods"]

CL: And here we go again with all of these two men involved in a
heated shouting match!

FH: Well Landis is yelling because of pain, Chip, but Sinister is
telling Daniels to back off and that's completely out of line!
Sinister better recognize his superior!

CL: His superior!? This isn't the military Fred!

FH: I was referring to Daniels' superior abilities dammit!

CL: That's debatable, on both counts.

[Sinister turns Landis around so his legs are hanging over the edge of
the apron. Sinister opts to stare at Daniels with a fierce expression
before SLAMMING the back of Landis' right knee onto the apron!]

CL:  Landis in a lot of trouble, as so far Sinister has refuse to
break from his attack on that knee!

[Sinister and Daniels exchanging words again as Landis is down on the
canvas.  Sinister finally ignores Daniels and makes his way back into
the ring.  As he steps over the top rope, Landis springs up and hits a
dropkick to the knee of Sinister who was only half in the ring.  The
impact crotches Sinister on the top rope leaving him straddling the
ropes.  Landis gets to feet, grabbing Sinister's head and sending him
back into the ring with a jumping DDT.]

CL:  Landis with a beautiful DDT, and here's the cover!




!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




!!! THREE !!!



CL:  No, the ref points that Sinister got his foot on the ropes!

FH:  And Daniels not happy about that either.  He doesn't want
Sinestro to break up the pin the evil way like putting your foot on
the ropes.  He wants him to do it the good way, the Danny Daniels way.

CL:  Like kicking out from invisible contenders?

FH:  Hey Jack Griffin was the number one contender and life long rival
of the Supreme Champion!

[Landis back away as the ref goes to check on Sinister seeing if he
can continue.  Sinister nods and slowing begins to push himself off
the canvas.  Danny Daniels takes this as the time to strike and hops
on the apron charging after Landis.]

CL:  Daniels once again asserting himself into this match!  Goes to
kick Landis in the back of the head BUT LANDIS DUCKS!  Daniels turned
around and Landis has him by the back of the head!

FH:  This is a travesty that's a champion!  You take your hands off of
him!

[Just as Landis is going to strike, Daniels reaches back and grabs his
head and snaps him across the top rope.]

FH:  Supreme Justice!

CL:  Landis snapped across that top rope and he's staggering back
right into Sinister!  Oh no, not like this... CHI-TOWN MASSACRE!!
Sinister didn't see Daniels, the ref was helping Sinister!  This one's
academic folks...




!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




!!! THREE !!!


DING DING DING

HD:  The winner of this match...... SINISTER!!!!

CL:  Well both competitors fought valiantly, but in the end it comes
down to Danny Daniels sticking his nose in business that didn't
concern him.

FH:  His prize pupil is in there fighting for his life; of course
Danny Daniels has business here.  Wrestling is his business, being the
Supreme Champion of the entire world is his business.  Both he and
Sinestro knew that without Daniels' help, Landis would have won!

[Sinister, holding the back of his head, begins to look around as the
situation becomes a little clearer.  He looks over at Landis and then
back at Daniels then to Landis and then glaring at Daniels as the
Supreme Champion with a beaming smile comes in and raises his
"pupil's" hand.]

CL:  Look Fred, Sinister knows something's up.  He knows Landis was in
control and then he was dazed and he knows Daniels had something to do
with it.

FH:  Don't you do it Sinestro, just say thank you and move on towards
being the good person Danny Daniels wants you to be!

[With a sneer, Sinister yanks Daniels forward as the Supreme Champ has
his arm raised and LEVELS him with a short arm clothesline!!  Daniels
is laid out as Sinister stands over him with a finger pointed in his
face.]

CL:  And Sinister livid at Daniels.  He yanks Daniels up by the
hair... and CHI-TOWN MASSACRE!!!  Daniels laid out in the middle of
the ring with Sinister standing tall!!

FH: EVIL SINESTRO IS BACK!!!!  Even the brave and gallant Danny
Daniels couldn't tame this maniac for long.

CL: I think Sinister is finally done playing Danny Daniels games.

[Tom Landis has made his way to his feet and Sinister is pointing down
to Daniels and appears to be apologizing ...]


*** HUGE FACE POP ***


FH: Give me a break.

CL: A handshake in the middle of the ring by Landis and Sinister.  You
_have_ to love this.

FH: Perry isn't going to be happy about this.

CL: He can join Danny Daniels then.  We need to go backstage again
apparently something is going down!

FH: Hopefully nobody shifting through any garbage.

[Cut to the backstage area where loud obnoxious sounds can be heard
coming from behind a door. The camera man pushes the door open and
mayhem abounds as a mass of figures, many of whom are also wearing
masks, are crammed into the room toasting one another with margarita
glasses and bottles Dos Equis. In the center of the mayhem is Emylee
Marie Bermudez Cruz, with the ASLL Campeon Nacional Parejas over her
shoulders standing upon a chair. She has a wide smile upon her face,
Corazón Rojo standing by her right side and Corazón Blanco to her
left. They all are holding margarita glasses as they bask in, what one
can assume is praise from those around them.]

EMBC:  A toast to the reigning ASLL campeon Nacional Parejas and soon
to be PVW tag team champions!

[The trio raise their glasses in unison.]

CR: Tonight the Renegades found out the hard way that we didn't travel
all this way to Phoenix to just play around in a sandbox.

CB: Si Rojo.  Did you see the blank look across their faces as they
watched our hands raise high in the air?

[A loud CLANG is heard as the camera quickly shifts to hear the noise.
A blindfolded Masked Maniac is seen swinging a kendo stick at a pinata
hanging in the corner clearly missing and knocking off a vase inside
the 52nd street armory. Los Corazones and Emylee laugh as the vase
hits the floor.]

EMBC: The PVW can use the money they spent on the Renegades contracts
to replace that vase. In fact the PVW should demand their money back
so they can redecorate this locker room in the image of the greatest
tag team the PVW has ever seen.

[Emylee flashes a radiant smile as she pats Corazón Rojo and Blanco
upon their shoulders. Los Corazones take another sip of their
margaritas as and sit down in two chairs as two other masked men come
up to them and slap them on the backs laughing.]

EMBC: In that very ring tonight every team realized first hand the
talent of Los Corazones and exactly why Los Corazones are the ASLL
Campeon Nacional Parejas!

[All of a sudden the door bursts open, and who's stands in the door
way? THE RENEGADES! Not looking very pleased at all! Uncle Sid's
trailing behind them as they walk right up to Los Corazones, arms
across their chest, anger radiating from their body.]

JD: So that's how you guys do it in Mexico? CHEATING?

DEVIN: YEA! What type of _CHAMPS_ are you? That's such _HORSE[BLEEP]_!

JD: And here you are celebrating??? Celebrating what? BEING CHEATERS!

DEVIN:  Good one bro... heh...  Don't thin-

[Los Corazones, stand up, getting right in JD and Devin's face.
Emylee and Uncle Sid watch from their respective sides, waiting to see
if this is going to blow up.]

CR: As you said we are celebrating ...

[Corazón Rojo motions his hands wide about the room as he continues to
speak.]

CR: Celebrating with our amigos our VICTORY over you!

[Corazón Blanco looks JD in the eyes, the mask hiding whatever facial
expression he may be making.]

CB: You call us cheaters? Is it our fault your carvings of lust for
the dear sweet Emylee cost you the chance at your own fiesta?

[Emylee smiles innocently as she watches the four men stare one
another down.]

DEVIN:   I bet you couldn't do it again!

[Los Corazones glance at one another for a moment and begin to laugh.
After a moment or two Corazón Rojo looks at Devin.]

CR: ¿Cómo?

JD: He said, numbnuts, that I bet you couldn't beat us again! Cheating
or not cheating, there's no way your pinning our shoulders to the mat
again!

DEVIN: You wanna be PVW tag champs? Your journey starts with us! At
Rise from the Ashes II, let's settle this like _MEN_!

JD: Yea.. Your little hunny over there _BANNED_ from ringside.  Uncle
Sid too just to keep things _FAIR_!

[Los Corazones turns towards Emylee and help her from the chair she
has been standing on. The three of them look at one another and
begin to speak in a hushed whisper.]

DEVIN: So what do you guys say? Yes? Or you scared you can't beat us
without _CHEATING_?

JD: Do I smell three Mexican _CHICKENS_?

[JD and Devin begin doing their best chicken impressions, the Los
Corazones break their huddle.]

CR: You know what... Out the kindness of our hearts...

CB: Rojo ... Rojo ... let's not lie to the little boys.

[Blanco glares at the twins as he speaks.]

CB: Out of poor sympathy for your pathetic cause... we will allow you
to once again step into the ring with two true champions!

[With that Los Corazones turns back to their party, pick up their
drinks and take another celebratory  drink.... NO! They whip around
and toss it right in the Renegades face! They then bullrush JD and
Devin, starting an all out brawl! All four men are rolling around on
the floor, covered in booze, throwing fists left and right.  Uncle Sid
and Emylee stand beside them and the rest of the party goers, not
trying to break it up... but getting into a screaming match of their
own! Something Sid says must have riled up Emylee because she slaps
him right across the face! As Sid moves in to grab Emylee, the Masked
Maniac pulls her away from Uncle Sid as PVW security finally makes
their presence known, breaking up the brawl!  Sid gathers his nephews,
and mouths something to the Los Corazones that cannot be broadcast on
TV.]

[We stay backstage with the hardest working man in the biz,
Dean Hayes stands by with the new PVW TV Championship. The new
champion stands with a look of accomplishment across his face.
The golden prize sits in his palms.  One of Wrestling's toughest
SOB's and all-around good guy's stands as the champion of one of the
toughest defended belts in our industry.]

DH: Larry it's great to get a chance to talk to you tonight.  Last
week you stood toe-to-toe with Masked Maniac.  You toe had a war.
What did you think of the match?

Larry Gionet: He gave me everything he had to give in that ring.  He
used all his power and aggressiveness to try to put me down and keep
me down for a three count.

[He stares at the title in his hands admiring its beauty as it shines
in the light. He drapes it over his shoulder as he looks back into the
camera to speak.]

LG:  What Masked Maniac failed to realize what I have in here.

[Larry Gionet with his free hand pounds with his fist to his heart and
smirks into the camera with a sense of pride and conviction.]

LG:  This is what I have had my whole life.   Life can throw you some
tough hands from time to time but this...

[Larry Gionet points to the center of the PVW Television title as his
shoulders rise and fall as if trying to contain the adrenaline
shooting through his veins.]

LG:  THIS is what makes it all worth it.  All the injuries that could
have taken my very career and life from me.  All the sweat from the
miles upon miles of the road I traveled to get where I am today.  All
the blood shed over the years to put on a wrestling clinic.  Things
are only going to go up from here that's for damn sure!

[Dean Hayes nods as Larry Gionet stands proudly.]

DH: If anyone deserves a shot at wearing some gold around his waist
it's you.  There is no doubt you have put in the time and wrestled
hurt when most men would have taken time off to rehab those injuries.
What is your take on the first challenger at Rise From the Ashes II.
We should find out your opponent here shortly.

LG:  I will take on anybody, anytime, any place.  I don't care if you
are a speed demon, a technical artist or a brawler. I will take you
down one by one.  Whether it is my strongest ally or my most hated
foe, nothing is standing between me and holding the gold.  From here
on out this title will be on equal footing to our World Championship!
Where competitors show the whole damn world what they are made of.  To
see if they have it in themselves to truly be a champion here in
Phoenix Valley Wrestling.

[Before Dean Hayes can ask another question ... The PVW Warrior
interrupts and continues.]

LG:  I am now the measuring stick and the bar has been set high!
Stack  up your best PVW and I will knock them all down!  Because in
the end, it's not about how or why, it's all about do or die!  I'll be
the first to congratulate the winner of Tommy Ryder and the Mercenary.
I've never been one to duck a challenge.  I'll be watching and waiting
to find out whom the lucky one is.  Before you celebrate to hard let
me remind you what you just accomplished.

[Gionet points to the PVW TV Championship sitting on his shoulder.]

LG: You've seen what I've put this body through to get here.  You've
seen the men like Shayne Grissom and Ronan Benedect when I was done
with them.  All that was done to just _get_ to where I am today.  What
do you think will happen when either one of you come to Rise From the
Ashes II and step inside the ring with intentions of taking all that
hard work ... all those injuries ...

[Is that a smile we see from the PVW Warrior?]

LG: Like I said congratulations.  I'll see the winner at Rise From the
Ashes II.


[Larry Gionet looks into the camera as if he is ready to take on the
world.  The camera begins to pan back with Gionet not moving a muscle
as we cut back to the announcers.]

CL: Wow it appears things have escalated between the Renegades and Los
Corozones after their match earlier tonight!

FH: Those Renegades just couldn't let it go.  By the way was that
Masked Maniac we saw back there?  Didn't Perry Fontana like break him?

CL: Well Jack Keening wasn't the first and won't be the last to dawn
the famous mask of Masked Maniac.

FH: Oh god there is more?

CL: From what I hear it's the protege of Jack Keening.

FH: Hurry somebody get Perry on the case.  We have another arm to
break!

CL: After Renegades and Los Corozones ... We heard from our PVW TV
Champion.

FH: Gionet should becareful what he asks for.  The Mercenary isn't
Masked Maniac.

[Things go silent as The Voice returns to the ring.]

HD: This match will be a PVW TV Championship title shot!

CL: The winner will go on to take on the freshly crowned Larry Gionet
at Rise From the Ashes II.

HD: Introducing first wrestling right out of the Bunker ...  He is
wrestling's most notorious hired gun.  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 stood toe-to-toe with Marcus Manson last week.  He
fell just a tad short, but he reminded everyone just why he is one of
the toughest men to put down.

FH: I've said it once and I will say it again Chip.  The Mercenary is
like a cockroach.  You can try and try to put this guy down ...
However
he just keeps breathing and getting up!

[The girls that delivered the Hummer earlier in the night begin to
emerge from the backstage area. Two stop by the entrance curtain, two
stop halfway down, two come to the end of the ramp and the seventh
will stop and lean against the ring apron. They have on silk bathrobes
(again one for each color of the rainbow), the crowd boo slightly
because they want to see the Borat-style bathing suits. (and who
wouldn't?).]

FH: Whoooo!  Look at this view!  Come sit on Santa's lap girls?

CL: I don't feel right sitting next to you right now.

FH: Good move ... Give that seat up for one or two of these fine young
ladies.

CL: You are twice their age Fred!

FH: So if there is grass on the field ...

CL: DON'T EVEN FINISH THAT LINE FRED!  Fathers lock your daughters up
in Phoenix.

HD: Now introducing lead to the ring by Lady Laurel Levinger ...

[POPPAGE!!]

... THE PHENOM ... TOMMY RYDER!!!

["Headstrong" by Trapt blares across the PA system as the fans raise
to their feet. Lady Laurel Levinger is the first to emerge from the
backstage area.  She stops towards the entrance way as she glares down
at the half-clad ladies.  She turns as if she is calling out Ryder ...
He leaps out trotting to the ring, pumping his arms and shakes hands
with as many of the fans as he can reach.
The positions are obvious as Ryder makes his entrance. As he passes
each pair on his way to the ring, they begin to open their robes to
flash him ... Laurel Levinger grabs a hold of one of the robes and the
crowd begins to boo even louder!]

FH: Cat fight!?!  Come on give it to us!

CL: It appears Laurel isn't having any of it.

[However the distraction of the ladies are enough as Mercenary has
slid out behind Ryder and attacks him before the bell with a vicious
forearm that sends Ryder into the guardrail. Ryder staggers along the
guardrail Mercenary drives another elbow into the side of Ryder as
Lady Laurel begins to scream at Mercenary as he drives two consecutive
right hands into Ryder's head.]


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** Phoenix Valley Wrestling - One on One Action -         **
** TV Title RFTA II Shot -                                **
** The Mercenary v. Tommy Ryder                           **
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CL: There is the sound of the bell and the winner is going into Rise
From the Ashes II to face the man who defeated Masked Maniac last
Heatwave ... Or should I say Jack Keening - Larry Gionet.

FH: The good news is that's the last we will probably hear of Jack
Keening and more importantly Masked Maniac for a very long time.
Perry Fontana did us all a favor and taught the Keening family a very
valuable lesson.

[Mercenary begins nailing the stunned Ryder with hard rights and slams
him head first into the side of the ring apron. He grabs him by the
arm and whips him towards the guard rail ...]


"___CLAAAAAAAANG___"


CL: And Ryder is in a bad position in the early going.

FH: Awwww ... The girls are headed back now.

[Mercenary stands facing the fallen Ryder ... Levinger _SHOVES_ the
hired gun from behind!]

CL: This doesn't look good!

FH: I have to give her credit Chip she sure is Feisty!

[The Mercenary calmly turns around.  He holds his finger up and
does it a - "no-no-no" sideways.  Levinger goes to slap the hired gun
across his face, but Mercenary catches her hand!]

CL: Levinger now in some serious trouble here.

FH: Has Mercenary ever whacked a female Chip?

CL: I assume if the price was right.

[The Mercenary drops her hand and turns around just in time as Ryder
is up and launches himself off the guard rail into an Asai cross-body!
The fans POP as referee Lou Crowe is on the outside and tells Ryder to
get inside the ring now or he is throwing this match out.]

CL: They are well past the ten seconds on the outside.  The referee
giving the men a chance to actually get this match _started_.

FH: Which makes no sense at all Lester. Since the bell has rung this
match should be tossed out! Crowe really needs to go back to reffing
101.

[Tommy slides under the bottom rope as Mercenary slowly regains his
feet under him. The big man glares at Ryder before taking his time and
walking up the ring steps.]

CL: Mercenary being a bit cautious now as he's taking his time getting
into the ring.

FH: This isn't cautious it's a mind game. He wants Ryder to soak in
just how much bigger than him he truly is.

CL: Tommy Ryder has been through wars before in the PVW do you think
he's not ready for a man the size of Mercenary?

[Inside the ring the quick and agile Tommy Ryder circles the
unimpressed hired gun.  He stands and makes a yawning motion as if he
is telling Ryder that he is boring him.  Ryder shoots in, but Merc
reeled him in like a professional fisherman and drove a knee right
into the midsection of Ryder.  He follows up driving a big hammer fist
into the mid back of the youngster.]

CL: Mercenary is one of the biggest wild cards in this industry.  You
never know what his motive is or where he fits in.  You can only hope
that he isn't putting that bulls-eye on your back.

FH: Merc has to eat.

CL: I don't expect Merc goes hungry.

[The Mercenary forcefully shoves Ryder right back into the corner and
begins tossing close-stiff forearms dazing Ryder. Mercenary quickly
grabs the right arm of Ryder and whips him across the ring with such
impact that the not even two hundred pounder rebounds out of the
corner into the waiting arms of Mercenary who lifts him up and turns
dropping Ryder throat first across the top rope. Ryder rolls to his
back as he holds his throat. Mercenary quickly takes a step towards
Ryder and drops an elbow to Ryder's. Mercenary back to his feet and he
reaches the top rope grabbing the bottom rope as he steps on the
throat of Tommy Ryder. Lady Laurel screams at Lou Crowe to break the
hold.]

FH: Laurel needs to remember Mercenary has a five count and he is
using every second of it forcing Ryder to gasp for air.

[Mercenary glares at Lou Crowe as he reaches down and pulls Ryder to
his feet.]



!!! SSSLLLAAAPPP !!!



FH: And Mercenary just bitch slaps the taste out of Tommy's mouth!

[The Mercenary drives his knee into the gut of Ryder and quickly locks
on a front chancery. He hoists Ryder into the air for a vertical
suplex and holds him there for a few seconds.]

FH: Classic Merc right there as he held that vertical suplex allowing
the blood to rush to the head of Tommy Ryder.

CL: And Merc grabs the leg of Ryder and drops an elbow into the knee.
And now he's wrenching the knee.

[Ryder screams as Crowe asks him if he gives. Ryder shakes his head no
defiantly as Mercenary continues to wrench the knee. After a few more
seconds Merc stands to his feet still holding the leg and once again
drops an elbow to the knee.]

FH: Merc is being smart in his game plan tonight focusing on the knee
of Ryder.

CL: And Merc drops a third elbow to the knee of Tommy. And it looks
like Merc is going for another one as he stands up maintaining his
control of the leg ... no Merc going for the figure four.

[As Mercenary spins to complete the figure four Ryder reaches up and
catches Mercenary with a small package.]



!!! ONE !!!



!!! TWO !!!



FH: And Merc with a strong kickout!

CL: Merc isn't happy and runs right into a standing dropkick!  Both
men back to their feet and Ryder under a big right hook... Off the
ropes ... The Mercenary going for a backbody drop.  SUNSET FLIP BY
RYDER
AND ANOTHER PINFALL!



!!! ONE !!!



!!! TWO !!!



[And again Mercenary powers out.  Ryder leaps as Mercenary begins to
get up... Head Scissors takedown!  Ryder leaps into a standing
moonsault and lands again right across the chest area of the fallen
Mercenary!]



!!! ONE !!!



!!! TWO !!!



CL: Third time ISN'T a charm this time for the Phenom as Mercenary
continues to power out with kick outs.

FH: A Cockroach Chip.

CL: Ryder decides to slow things down and locks an armbar on The
Mercenary.

FH: Unusual but smart choice by Ryder.  It's obvious that circus crap
isn't going to get the job done.

CL: Ryder has quickly turned this match around and placed Mercenary on
the defense.  He now puts pressure on that arm as Mercenary tries to
find enough leverage to turn the tides.

[Ryder continues to twist and leads Merc to the corner of the ring.
He begins to climb and walk up the turnbuckle.  Mercenary is bent over
trying to reach, but Ryder is high enough to be out of reach still
holding onto that arm.  Ryder leaps over and extends it across the top
ropes.  Forcing Merc to grab ahold of the arm and turn around in pain.
Ryder uses the ropes to leap up and over as Mercenary turns around and
springboards into a spinning heel kick taking the hired gun back to
the ground again!]

CL: Ryder using his speed and ring awareness and he is just taking it
toe-to-toe to Mercenary.  He wants that PVW TV Championship shot at
Rise From the Ashes II.

FH: Larry Gionet versus Tommy Ryder?  That would just be awesome Chip!

CL: I agree!

FH: Chip you fail to recognize sarcasm.

CL: No, I just think it would be an awesome match to watch and don't
care that you are a grumpy old man that can't evolve with the change
in wrestling Fred.

FH: Hey now that was totally uncalled for!

[Ryder goes off the ropes again and as the Mercenary is up and turns
around he leaps into a cross-body ... Mercenary uses Ryder's force ...
TILT-A-WHIRL ... Ryder lands on his feet!  Mercenary turns and Ryder
throws a kick.  Merc catches it!  Ryder brings his other leg shooting
up with an enzugiri but the veteran was ready and dodged it.  Ryder
turns and BRUTAL MAFIA KICK KNOCKS THE TEETH DOWN RYDER'S THROAT!]

CL: Good lord!  Ryder is laid flat on the ground after that kick.

FH: Throat meet teeth nice to get to know ya!

[Levinger on the outside slaps the mat to try and revive Tommy as The
Mercenary begins to shake the cob-webs.  He looks around and bends and
just yanks the lighter Ryder up and places him on his shoulders.  He
turns and charges towards the corner and launches Ryder like a javelin
who lands chin first into the corner turnbuckles.]


"___THUUUUUD___"


CL: MY GOODNESS!  Mercenary just sent Ryder flying with ease and
Ryder's face crashed into that corner turnbuckle padding.

FH: Ryder is lucky that Merc has direct aim.  If he wanted too he
could had sent Ryder to the hospital for a very long time.

CL: Mercenary is now choking Ryder with his boot in the corner as Lou
Crowe counts the hired gun down.

FH: Merc has never cared about DQ's.  What does Crowe think?

[Merc drops the choke right at the five count.  He turns and looks at
the referee shrugging and goes right back to stomping away on Tommy
Ryder in the corner.  Merc pulls Ryder back up and sends him across
with a big Irish Whip.  Ryder stumbles out and gets nearly beheaded
with a charging clothesline.]

CL: Levinger shouting for Ryder to get up.

FH: Women ... Don't you think Ryder would like to get up?

CL: She is just supporting her guy Fred.

FH: Just like a woman ... To nag even when you are laying on the
ground
getting the crap kicked out of you.  When did we let women out of the
kitchen Chip?

CL: I am not even going to allow you to drag me down to that level
tonight Fred.

FH: Your wife must be watching.  [Makes WHIP sound.]

[Ryder now using all the strength he has to push his way up.
Mercenary helps him finish getting up to his feet.  He yanks Ryder
forward and places him into a powerbomb position.  He lifts him up ...
And as he has Ryder up the fist begin to fly countering and smashing
into Mercenaries skull!]


*** FACE POP!!! ***


CL: Ryder has found a second burst!

FH: Ryder never had a burst Chip.

[The Mercenary swings a haymaker ... blocked and Ryder returns the
favor
... Mercenary blocks it!  The Mercenary grabs Ryder by the shoulders
and
mouths the words I got you.  In response, Ryder head butts the
Mercenary right between the eyes.  The second head butt is what makes
the Mercenary let go and has both men staggered.  Ryder then fires off
a standing spinning heel kick that drops the Mercenary.]

CL: Ryder isn't allowing the Mercenary to intimidate him.

FH: That's a first usually an ant intimidates Tommy Ryder.

[As the Mercenary begins to raise back to his feet just like the hired
gun _always_ does.  Ryder charges and leapfrogs the Mercenary, but
turns immediately and stomps the back of the Mercenary's left leg and
follows with an elbow shot to the back of the head.  He then charges
up Mercenary's front body like a ladder putting that last step on
Merc's shoulder and kicks him square in the face!]


*** SIGNATURE SPOT POP!!! ***


CL: Stepping Stone by Ryder!  I can't believe I am saying this but it
looks like Mercenary is in trouble here!

FH: Again big Merc is getting up.  I am telling you it's like
clockwork Chip.  Maybe a flame thrower would work?

[Ryder goes to send Mercenary into the corner, but Merc reverses it.
Ryder with a heads up and leaps into the corner and springboards off
with a crossbody block ... NOBODY HOME as Ryder is slowed down
crashing
into the mat empty handed.]

FH: That will slow ya down.  And to finish our conversation earlier
Chip.  _THIS_ is why I don't like those circus moves.  It only takes
one heads up move by your opponent and your back to seeing stars.

CL: They are called High Risk moves for a reason.  However they are
also high reward when they hit.

FH: Not tonight.

[Ryder to his feet and Mercenary lifts him and drops him down with a
quick and brutal knee breaker.  He yanks in the wobbling Ryder and
takes him down with a quick snap suplex.  He then leaps up and drops a
vicious elbow to the throat of the Phenom.]

CL: Merc now pulling Ryder back up ... He is winding back!


"___TWAAAAP___"


"___TWAAAAP___"


"___TWAAAAP___"


FH: Bitch Slap heaven!  He is treating Ryder the way Tommy should
treat Levinger!

CL: Fred!

FH: Or maybe Ryder is the real bitch in the relationship?

CL: Folks I apologize ...  Fred has forgotten to take his med's again
today.

[Those disrespectful slaps have fired Ryder up however.  He charges
and it becomes painfully obvious this was Merc's game plan as he
catches Ryder with a Tilt-a-whirl backbreaker.]

CL: Mercenary now lifting Ryder up and placing him on the top ropes.

FH: You know what this means right Chip?  Someone's getting an Enema
and it's not me this time!

CL: I am going to pretend I didn't hear that.

[As the Mercenary has placed Ryder up on the top turnbuckles.  Another
woman begins to make her way down the aisle way.  This time she brings
a chorus of boo's with her and has gotten the attention of the
Mercenary.]

CL: What is Jessica Marshall doing?

FH: Jessica Marshall goes where-ever Jessica Marshall wants to go
Chip.

[The Mercenary tilts his head a-bit perplexed but smiles for the
wrestling tycoon.  However just then Tommy Ryder leaps with an
unexpecting cross-body and lands on the distracted Mercenary!]


!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!


!!! THREE !!!


FH: No Mercenary kicked out!

CL: Not in time Fred!  Lou Crowe is calling for the bell!

FH: What?  Merc has had a rough go of it the past few shows!  I guess
money isn't everything!

[Jessica Marshall apparently has accomplished what she set out too.  A
little revenge on the Mercenary and sent him a message that she can
make his life a living hell if she so chooses.  A big smile and a
small wave as Mercenary sits on his knees and rolls under the ropes
looking at her.]

CL: It appears Jessica Marshall has sent the Mercenary a message right
before Rise From the Ashes II.

FH: As powerful as Jessica Marshall _was_ in PVW.  She may want to be
careful.  You never want to make things personal with the Mercenary.

CL: And if Alex Martinez loses to Doc Holliday.  She will be left with
no protection.

FH: Jessica Marshall always has a plan though.

[Tommy Ryder the man who has earned a PVW TV Championship title shot
raises his hand in the center of the ring with Lady Laurel Levinger at
his side.  At the entrance ramp emerges PVW TV Champion, Larry
Gionet.]

CL: And Mercenary and Marshall isn't the only stare down ...  The PVW
TV
Championship match at Rise From the Ashes II has one.

FH: Like I said ...  Gionet and Ryder?  Give me a break!

[Ryder nods his head at Gionet as if he was saying this is going to be
fun.  Gionet gives the youngster a return nod and turns and disappears
to the back.]

[Cut to backstage at the entrance of the locker room, where a couple
of medics are pushing past the cameraman to attend to a fallen young
man currently clutching his leg in agony, clearly a wrestler -- or at
least dressed up as one.  His nose has been busted open as well as one
of the medics cautions him about trying to move right now.  Camera
pans back over to a grim-faced "Swinging" Dean Hayes who has just
arrived on the scene.]

SDH:  From what I've been able to gather, the young man being treated
right now is Duane Bono.  He's currently part of a developmental
program for PVW and was supposed to be scheduled tonight again--

[Suddenly, there's urgent yelling from the locker room -- "You
two...out -- NOW!"  After a few seconds, stepping out of the locker
room are two familiar-looking strangers.  The bigger man is finely
dressed in a black pinstripe suit and dark blue tie.  His leaner
colleague is wearing his black leather jacket with matching t-shirt
and jeans.  Dean shoots another look back at the damage in the locker
room, flinches and shakes his head.]

SDH:  --against "Bad Wolf" Christopher Black.  [Hayes frowns.]  Mister
Black, this is the second time you've chosen to attack your opponent
rather than face him in the ring.  Explain yourself!

[The well-dressed giant shoots Dean Hayes a disdainful look, then
pointedly ignores him in favor of brushing a bit of lint off his suit
sleeve.  His seething associate, however, seems more than willing to
shoot his mouth off as he rips the microphone out of Dean's hand.]

Man #2:  "Explain"?!  The Bad Wolf don't have to explain NOTHIN',
mate!  HE'S the one wantin' a challenge worthy o' his time!  HE'S the
one demandin' fresh meat!  An' what does he get instead?!  Bleedin'
SCRAPS, that's what!

[His ugly snarl then twists into a sneer.]

Man #2:  Keep givin' him trash...keep makin' him unhappy an' the Bad
Wolf will go huntin' for REAL prey around here.  He's gonna spread his
misery around if he don't get what he wants!  Now you explain THAT,
mate, when the bodies start stackin'...

[Chuckling harshly, he flips the mic back to the nervous Hayes and
stalks off.  The giant just eyes Dean coolly, giving him a small,
scornful snort as he exits as well.  Cut back to Fred and Chip.]

CL:  I said it last time and I'll say it again -- Christopher Black is
being utterly disgraceful right now!  One of these days, he won't be
able to hide behind that loudmouth manager of his.  He'll have to
answer for his actions in the ring -- if he doesn't get fired first!

FH:  Oh, quit being so damn melodramatic, Lester!  You want to waste a
monster like Black by putting him up against some local yokel PVW
found at the gym?  Hell, no!  I wanna see him tear apart idiots like
Tom Landis or Caleb Foley!

CL:  [dryly]  And if he's up against someone like William Craven or
Gibson Hayes instead?

FH:  Uhhh...  Look!  Something else happening that we need to focus on
now!

[Backstage, Chris Hartt stands before a backdrop and manages to hide a
look of confusion as the camera starts up.  Hartt takes up a mic from
off camera.]

"Well, here I am, apparently. I'm about to go out and face off against
William Craven and Chase Williams. This is a match that means a lot
right now, because it's important that these two know what it means to
take what I represent seriously.'

[Swingin' Dean Hayes runs in from off camera, mic in hand.]

"Ok, I'm here!  We ready?"

[Hartt looks a little perplexed.]

"I...already got started.  Where were you?"

[Hayes lookes flustered and embarrassed.]

'Hey, give me a break!  I'm one guy and everyone wants to do one of
these spots with me. I need Dumbledore's time turner to get everywhere
at once, some days."

"Well, as I was saying, Chase Williams and William Craven are going to
realize that I'm here to bring true, good wrestling to this company.
There's no move or give in my resolve to make sure that they don't get
to run roughshod and be as extreme as they feel they can be.  This is
a good and solid show and while violence is part and parcel for the
business, the over-done use of extremism has to stop.  Manson and I
will make sure to show these two we're not stepping stones.  We're
massive dams meant to hold back their ridiculous and notorious
actions.  Bet on it!"

[Hartt walks away, as Hayes watches.]

"There you go, folks.  The Paladin, Chris Hartt, leading a crusade to
keep PVW clean."

FH: Uh-oh, something green and partially broken this way comes.

CL: What?  I--OH CRAP HERE COMES CRAVEN!

[There's a rustling as both announcers free themselves of their
headsets.]

WC: A moment of your time please, heh, there is something to be said
and I know not of a single man other than myself to say it!

[Cut to show Craven at the announce table having stolen Herk Douglas'
microphone.  Herk scoots on his backside away from Craven, having been
knocked to the floor.  Bill looks over at Manson, steel, wood and
canvas providing a barrier between the two monsters.]

WC: I'm sure you've been chomping at the bit to know what form the
festivities will take when you and I meet when PVW once more deigns to
Rise.  There was quite a bit of debate, you know, as, in spite of it's
nature as my prize, PVW didn't much care for my ideas as to what makes
for good, quality, family entertainment.

First I explained The Pit, an earthen hole surrounded by men who wish
to do harm to those within.  Win by escape, knockout or submission.
But no ... too brutal.

Then there was the Killing Box.  Not my match by right, but, aheh, an
established engine of destruction ripped from beneath a headstone that
reads simply "EMWC".

[A sudden roar of approval plays out through the arena--]

WC: But no ... too "complicated".

[--aaand massive jeers.  Craven's clearly enjoying teasing the
people.]

WC: So no to the match I owned, no to a match loved by the multitudes,
no to a "Called Shot" for that honor, it seems, is reserved for
another day.  No to a dozen other suggestions all because Marcus ...
the powers that be wish to protect us from ourselves!  But where is
the fun in that!?  Really, no fun at all.

[Quick cut over to Manson who stands, arms crossed, shaking his head.
Back to Bill.]

WC: Amid threats, both legal and otherwise, however I did manage to at
last procure my prize, and yours as well, Marcus.  You do, after all,
appreciate violence, yes?  The pure vanilla suggested by a list of
pre-approved stipulations ... cage match, no holds barred, ladder
match ... all make for far too gentle a dance for us, wouldn't you
say?

Again, I hammered away, looking for a way to express myself, making a
mark by creating a match for myself and for Phoenix Valley.  May I now
present ... "The Meatgrinder".

[Cut to show a video package on PVW's big screen.  Fully rendered CGI
shows what appears to be a platform fitted to and hanging over a PVW
ring.  In the center is an opening that, to scale, would be about 8'
square.  Above all this hangs a question mark.  The entire apparatus
is animated and rotating as with a computer screen saver.]

WC: A six-foot-wide scaffold hangs twelve feet over the periphery of
the ring with a gaping hole in the center.  To win, you must gain
footing and take a weapon hung above the scaffold.  The weapon can be
anything but, Marcus, seeing as you and I both tend to strike people
at the center of life and love, I thought ... why not a glove?

[On the bigscreen: Cut to show a chain mail glove with a leather palm.


This then cuts to show the apparatus again, the question mark at top
replaced by a CGI version of the glove.]

WC: A mailed gauntlet comprising ten pounds of steel that could break
a sword blade ... or a breastbone.  To win, Marcus, you must obtain
the gauntlet ... and strike me down...  The winner is the one that
uses _the weapon_ to make the other man lay down, in the ring, for ten
seconds.

[Unflappable as usual, Manson speaks, having obtained a mic of his
own.]

Manson: Ultimately, Bill, it doesn't matter what the match is.  If
it's a Meatgrinder, woodchipper, whatever you want to call -- it the
result will be the same.  I gotta put you down for a ten count?
Sounds good to me.  I'll see you at Rise From The Ashes.

[Dropping his mic, Manson departs.  Craven cocks his head to one side
and watches him go, chuckling and mouthing the words "so confident".
Then, in his typically bizarre manner, he politely hands Herk Douglas'
microphone back, patting the ring announcer on the head and giving him
a slap on the back before departing himself.]

CL: Holy cow and the night just keeps spinning and spinning.  We
usually call this the busiest night in the industry.  As everything
comes together right before the PPV.  Tonight has been no different.

FH: Everyone wants to get a little air time.

CL: The only problem is there is only so  much to go around.

FH: Craven and Manson ... Coal Miners Glove ... Scaffold ... Does it
get any bigger then that?

CL: I don't know.  Rise From the Ashes II is everything we thought it
could be and more!

FH: And up next we answer more questions.  Tag Team Championship
questions!

CL: The Voice is headed back inside the ring and more questions
hopefully will answered!


HD: Introducing first ... They have tormented the tag team world for
over a decade.  They are former PVW tag team champions.  I give you
the team of Shadoe and Derek Rage ...  The Prophets of Rage!

[As Chopin's The Death March rocks the arena the Rage brothers emerge
from the backstage area.  The fans give the iconic tag team a chorus
of boo's that appear to be music to Shadoe's ears as it just fires him
up even more. Shadoe mocks the crowd as he spreads his arms wide
opening his cape - ]

*** FACE POP ***

[Max Weinrib and Sal Mubarak come sprinting down the aisle. Sal
catches Shadoe from behind with a double forearm smash as Max leaps
colliding with Derek forcing Derek into the  guardrail.]

CL: And here are Max and Sal!  They aren't waiting for the Prophets to
strike first this time!

FH: It's guerrilla warfare!  These sneaky SOB's don't fight fair!

CL: What about last week after Max and Sal had picked up a very
important win and then the Prophets made their way down and jumped Max
and Sal?

FH: They stepped up and challenged Max and Sal to their face like men!
Where are our outside ring enforcers for this match?

CL: Herk Douglas didn't even get a chance to introduce them.  Max and
Sal aren't waiting for anything they want to answer the challenge the
Prophets set out there last Heatwave!

[Derek Rage is bent over the guardrail as Max drives an elbow into the
back of his skull. Sal has lifted the cape of Shadoe Rage and begins
to swing wild rights and lefts into the body and head of Shadoe.]

FH: Max and Sal are treating this match like it's a hockey game. Come
on! Someone break this mess up!

[Max drills Derek in the ribs with a series of knees as Sal rips the
cape off of Shadoe's back and grabs his hair throwing him hard to the
ground by it. He stomps Shadoe three times before the crowd begins to
break out in a series of boos.]

FH: Even the fans hate the way Max and Sal are treating the legends
...

CL: In their own mind they are legends.

[It becomes quite apparent that the fans are booing the arrival of the
PVW Tag team champions Livestock and The Gutch and tonight's special
guest referee Zeke Craven.]

FH: Finally here comes the law for this match tonight!  You can bet
the champions won't be allowing Max and Sal to cheat like this.

CL: Please forgive me if I don't feel sorry for the Prophets of Rage.
These guys have made a PVW career out of bullying tag teams and taking
advantage of key situations.

FH: They aren't tag team legends for nothing Chip.

[Zeke Craven decked out in PVW referee gear barks orders at Livestock
and The Gutch who are wearing t-shirts that say - "PVW's top security
team!".  The PVW tag team champions head towards the action as the
fans are telling Zeke what they think of him.]

CL: The fans were enjoying Max and Sal teaching the Prophets a lesson.

FH: The only thing Max and Sal were doing was booking an end to their
career's.  We don't call the Prophet's career killers for nothing.

CL: The Gutch and Livestock have now shoved Max and Sal off the
Prophets and pointing to the ring.

[BOOOOOOO!!!!]

FH: Finally a PVW security team that knows how to do their jobs!

[Max and Sal aren't happy, but Zeke is now calling for the bell and
the match to begin.]

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** Phoenix Valley Wrestling - Tag Team Action -           **
** Number One Contendership Match -                       **
** Max and Sal v. Prophets of Rage                        **
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CL: There is the bell and Craven is now threatening to DQ Max and Sal
if they don't get inside the ring.

FH: Zeke Craven a fair and just referee!

[Max and Sal aren't happy but they oblige as they roll inside the
ring.]


M - A - X    - A - N - D -    S - A - L - ! ! !

M - A - X    - A - N - D -    S - A - L - ! ! !

M - A - X    - A - N - D -    S - A - L - ! ! !

M - A - X    - A - N - D -    S - A - L - ! ! !


CL: The fans are letting Zeke and the Prophets know who they are
behind here tonight.

FH: Not shocking.  Zeke comes out and does the _right_ thing and they
still cheer for the crooks.

[The Rage brothers on the outside now are not happy.  They are ready
to pounce and shoot in the ring and brawl it out, but Livestock and
The Gutch now stand in-front of them using their full power.  Zeke is
now telling the Prophets "This is a tag team match.  Let's start
acting like it!"]

FH: Chip you have to give Zeke props.  He has came out here and got
this match going better then any official in PVW!

CL: He is doing his job, but I am skeptical.

[Shadoe Rage leaps over the top ropes and is ready to let loose.  He
is joined inside the ring with Sal Mubarak.  On the outside of the
ring Livestock has made his way over to the outside behind Derek Rage.
He stands with his arms folded.  While the Gutch has trotted his way
over and makes his way by Max Weinrib.]

FH: Livestock and The Gutch aren't going to let this match get out of
hand again.

CL: I am sure they will follow the letter of the rules.

FH: Why wouldn't they?  They are well respected lawyers and tag team
champions of the world Chip.

CL: You said respect and lawyers in the same sentence.  Now I know you
are stretching Fred.

[Shadoe Rage wastes no time.  As the two men went for a lock up he
tosses a thumb to the eye socket of Sal.  He then grabs the face and
rakes it down continuing to get the quick upperhand.  Zeke Craven
turns his head like he isn't seeing anything as Shadoe Rage gives a
brutal stiff chop to the throat area of Sal.]

CL: I figured it was too good to be true.

FH: Zeke is all about fair turn about.  He saw how Max and Sal cheated
to get the upperhand so he is allowing Prophets to get a little "get
even time".

[Shadoe Rage grabs Sal into a front face lock and drags him over to
the ropes and drags him across with a vicious rope burn!  Max begins
to step inside the ring, but Zeke is right there to stop him!]

CL: Oh give me a frickin' break here!

FH: What Chip?  Zeke isn't going to allow Max and Sal to continue to
break the PVW rules.

CL: What's that then Fred!?!

[Derek Rage has stepped into the ring with no tag and Shadoe holds Sal
as Derek gives a huge right hand.  Max tries to get inside again, but
Zeke stands in-front of him warning him he will DQ him right this
second and award the number one contendership to Prophets of Rage!]

CL: And Derek and Shadoe continue to double team Sal while Zeke is
"distracted".

FH: If Max would stop trying to cheat then Zeke could do his job.

CL: What about Livestock?

[Camera catches Livestock flirting with a female in the front row.
The young lady obviously wants nothing to do with the Fabio wanna-be.]

FH: Dang that girl with a Max and Sal shirt is now distracting
Livestock.  Even their fans cheat!

[Zeke finally turns around in time as Shadoe Rage heads to the
outside.  Derek Rage locks a double underhook and lifts Sal up and
slams him down with a suplex.  Derek has him into a quick headlock
that turns into a side headlock as Sal works his way to his feet.  He
sends the bigger Rage brother across the ropes.  Sal drops down to his
stomach ...  Back up and goes for a hiptoss, but Derek's size counters
it.  However Zeke isn't on his toes fast enough this time.  Max
Weinrib is in the match and charges and hits Derek Rage with a
clothesline as Sal held him there in the blocked hiptoss position.]


*** POP ***


CL: Fair turn-about by Max right there!

FH: Not for long as Zeke is right there forcing the cheating SOB right
back to the outside!

CL: And what do you call this?  Shadoe Rage has hopped right back over
the top ropes.  As Sal turns around he eats a dropkick.

FH: Justice!

[Both Rage brothers are now up and putting the boots to Sal.  Zeke
still arguing with Max who has returned to the outside.  Livestock has
worked his way back to paying attention to the match and is now in on
the arguing with Max who has tossed his hands up and just shut his
lips in hope Zeke would turn around and do his job.]

CL: Yeah things are turning out just about how I expected.  The Gutch
lazing around on the outside while Livestock takes orders from Zeke
in-between flirting with any female at ring side.  Then you have Zeke
who attempts to play his best "fair" referee impression, but obviously
bias against Max and Sal.  Nothing new here Fred.

FH: Wow you really are clueless aren't you Chip.

CL: Yeah I am ...  Derek Rage now holding Sal as Shadoe works him
over.

[TWAP ... BOOO !!!  The fans are now seeing this match for what it
really is.  A way to keep Max and Sal away from being able to face the
Champions.  Zeke gets a small "shove" out of frustration by Max and he
tumbles down on his rear as Livestock yells - HEY WATCH IT OR I'LL
TOSS YOU OUT!]

FH: Did you see that Chip?  Max Weinrib should be ejected from this
match!

CL: Yeah maybe he should have knocked Zeke's teeth down his throat.

FH: Violence isn't the answer to everything Chip.  Especially if they
are lawyers and can sue your pants off!

CL: Sounds like you know from experience Fred.

FH: In my younger days ...  Okay last month you got me!  Since when
could you not give a beautiful young lady a compliment on her breast
size?

CL: Wow ... We did not need to know that.

[Shadoe Rage drills Sal who has been double teamed plenty this match
with a vicious head butt. Sal staggers back as he holds his head and
Shadoe grabs him by the arm and whips him across the ring. Shadoe Rage
drops his head a second to early and eats a swift kick to the jaw. As
Shadoe staggers Sal rushes forward connecting with a clothesline that
sends the wild Rage brother to the mat. The crowd roars as Sal begins
to stomp away on the fallen Rage brother. Zeke Craven quickly steps in
and begins to issue Sal a five count.]

CL: Wait did Zeke skip two and three in his count?

FH: I heard him say them.

CL: Are you sure?

FH: Of course I am.

[Shadoe Rage grabs Sal by the tights and sends him falling through the
middle rope to the floor. Max looks at his partner with concern as
Zeke begins to issue the ten count.]

ONE

TWO

FOUR

SIX

CL: God Lord he is skipping numbers!

[Max realizes this and quickly enters the ring grabbing Zeke's
attention. The two men begin to argue as Shadoe Rage steps onto the
ring apron and leaps off.]


!!! CCCLLLAAANNNGGG !!!


CL: Shadoe Rage missed his Death from Above double axehandle as Sal
side stepped him!

[Sal looks around and sees a popcorn vendor and quickly calls him
over.]

FH: You have to be kidding me! Sal is asking for a tub of popcorn in
the middle of a match? This is insane.

[Sal grabs the popcorn and looks over at the Gutch who is watching
Livestock slide into the ring to get into the face of Max as Derek
Rage drops to the outside and begins to pull Shadoe to his feet.]

CL: And Sal is handing the popcorn to Gutch who takes it.

FH: Really like we didn't think he wouldn't.

[Sal slides back into the ring and Max exits as he does so. Derek
pushes Shadoe under the bottom rope as Sal makes the tag to Max. Derek
reaches over the top rope and tags in as well.]

CL: The big man from both teams are now in the ring …

FH: Yeah and Derek is the biggest of them all. You know I never
figured out why the seven foot beast is in a tag team.

CL: You would think he'd have greater success as a singles wrestler.

FH: I guess family loyalty goes a long ways.  Tom Landis should take
notes.

[The bigger of the two teams are inside the ring.  Max has been
chomping at the bits to get Derek inside the ring.  A smile forms
across both men's lips as they collide in the center and punches begin
to fly!]

CL: This is what we expected!

FH: Good old fashion fist-a-cuffs!

[As the fists fly Zeke is quick to pull Max by the shoulder and begin
to scream to him that the fists need to be opened. Max thrusts his
hands into the air in frustration as Derek clocks him with another
right hand.]

FH: And Derek Rage is pressing his advantage on Max as he grabs him
and whips him hard into the corner.

CL: Max showing the effects of that whip as he's slumped over and here
comes Derek with an Avalanche!

[The crowd roars as Max side steps it at the last second and Derek
hits the corner chest first. Derek Stumbles out and Max drills the big
man with a clothesline. Derek staggers and Max whips him hard into the
corner. As Max fires off a right hand to the mid-section of Derek,
Zeke screams at him to wrestle not box. AS Livestock chuckles the
Gutch looks up at Max for a second and grabs the feet of Derek pulling
him to the mat face first.]

FH: WHAT?!?!

CL: And Derek crashes to the mat.

FH: The Gutch pulled him to the mat!

CL: I didn't see that and neither did Zeke, cause he was too busy
screaming at Max yet again.

[Livestock looks perplexed as he looks at the Gutch, who is once again
eating his popcorn. Max drives a knee to the back of Derek's skull and
pulls him to his feet.]

CL: Belly to Belly suplex and Max is going for the cover.

[Zeke Craven though is leaning over the top rope asking where Gutch
got the popcorn from. The Gutch just continues to eat the popcorn for
a few more moments before Zeke finally turns around and begins the
count.]



!!! ONE !!!



CL: And Derek easily kicks out as it took Zeke an eternity to make the
count.

FH: Derek would have kicked out of that anyways.

CL: We'll never know now will we. Max pulling Derek up again and
quickly spikes him with a DDT! And another cover.



!!! ONE !!!



!!! TWO !!!



[Livestock reaches under the ring rope and pulls Derek's leg onto the
bottom rope. He begins to scream at Zeke that Derek has his foot on
the rope.]

CL: This is getting ridiculous!

[The crowd moans in disappointment over this travesty of a match and
the boos grow louder as Jack Fontana begins to make his way slowly to
the ring side area.]

CL: And what is Jack Fontana doing out here?

FH: He's probably out scouting the competition for Everlasting Hell.

CL: Everlasting HelL?

FH: Yeah Everlasting Hell; Perry Fontana and Tom Landis. Don't you
know know anything Lester?

[Max pulls Derek up and attempts to whip him across the ring but Derek
reverses and sends Max towards Shadoe who catches Max in the back with
a kick. Max staggers out and his caught with a clubbing blow to the
back by Derek as Gutch grabs Shadoe's legs and send him crashing into
the apron mouth first. Livestock rushes over to Gutch and begins to
argue with his own partner.]

CL: What the hell is going on with the tag team champions?

[Gutch can be heard screaming what did the Prophets ever do for me?
Sal bought me popcorn!]

FH: I knew it! Sal bribed him!

CL: Not Sal's fault the Gutch loves food.

FH: He's taking advantage of him …

CL: Oh please. Back in the ring Derek powers Max up and drills him to
the mat with a powerbomb. And here's the cover.


!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!


CL: And Sal dives across the ring breaking up the pinfall! And there's
good old Zeke quickly making sure that …

[The crowd laughs as Zeke crashes to the mat.]

FH: Jack tripped him with his cane!

[Zeke leaps to his feet and begins to scream at Jack who claims he
just put his cane on the apron while he was tying his shoe.]

FH: Tying his shoe? He's wearing loafers!

[Sal leaps into the ring and Max and Sal begin to rain down rights and
lefts onto Derek as Shadoe screams at The Gutch and quickly shoves
him. Livestock grabs Shadoe and screams at him to know his role and
knocks him to the concrete with a right hand. Livestock turns his
attention back to Gutch and continues to scream at him. The Gutch
grabs his empty popcorn tub and tosses it at Livestock before running
forward and catching him with a clothesline.]

FH: What the hell!?! Livestock and the Gutch are brawling on the
outside on!

CL: The tag team champs are not on the same page right now at all!

FH: Damn it Zeke leave Jack alone and seperate your men!

[Uncle Jack swings his cane at Zeke as a warning not to come near him
and Zeke seems to take it as he turns towards Livestock screaming for
him to get Uncle Jack, and quickly stops as he sees the tag team
champions at one another's throats with rights and lefts. Zeke begins
to run for that part of the apron but Uncle Jack once again trips him
with the cane and begins to laugh.]

CL: Jack having fun at Zeke's expense right now.

FH: Zeke has a lot more to worry about than Uncle Jack.

[The crowd ohhhs as Livestock catches the Gutch with a kick to the
mid-section and follows up with a European uppercut. Livestock begins
to scream at the Gutch but Shadoe Rage grabs him by the shoulder and
spins him around driving a right hand into the face of Livestock who
snaps and tackles Shadoe to the concrete floor.]

CL: This match is quickly breaking down as we have Livestock and
Shadoe brawling on the outside as Max and Sal unload on Derek.

[The crowd moans as Derek catches Max with a low blow sending the big
man to the mat. Derek blocks a right hand from Sal and drives a
clubbing chop across the head of Sal. He scoops Sal up and slams him
to the mat.]

CL: Derek using his massive size advantage now as he presses Sal up
and drops him across the top rope with a modified hotshot.

FH: And the Gutch has finally put his popcorn down and is stomping
away at Shadoe as Livestock seems to be trying to gain his composure.

[Derek grabs Sal and tosses him through the middle rope …]

CL: My god! Jack Fontana just got taken out but Sal!

FH: What a SOB Sal is! Attacking a defenseless old man!

CL: Damn it Fred! Derek threw him right at Jack.

[Sal runs his hands throw his hair for a second as he stares at Jack
underneath him. He quickly rolls off of him and begins to ask if he is
alright. As he screams for someone to get some help. Livestock rushes
over and boots Sal in the mid-section as in the ring Derek and Max are
once again exchanging rights and lefts. Zeke is looking around at the
carnage as Perry Fontana comes rushing down the aisle.]

CL: And here comes Perry Fontana!

FH: Of course his family is in peril.

CL: If he cared so much about family wouldn't he have been there for
Tom Landis earlier tonight?

FH: A man can only be in so many places at once.

[Perry drops to his Uncle side as Tom Landis comes sprinting down the
aisle. Livestock grabs Sal to his feet and whips him hard into the the
guardrail as The Gutch charges at Shadoe who moves causing the Gutch
to hit the ring steps hard.]


!!! CCCLLLAAANNNGGG !!!!


!!! CCCLLLAAANNNGGG !!!


CL: And that clothesline takes both Max and Derek to the floor! We
have chaos everywhere and Landis leaps catching Livestock from behind!
Looks like Tom is repaying the favor from Max and Sal and getting a
few shots in at the tag team champions as well.

[Landis whips Livestock into the ring apron and drives a shoulder into
the tag team champions mid-section as Sal is still slumped upon the
guardrail.]

CL: Shadoe Rage drills the Gutch with The Dirge!

FH: The what?

CL: His version of the superkick!

[Shadoe quickly ascends to the tpop rope as The Gutch has fallen to
one knee. Max catches Derek with a knee to the mid-section and runs
him head first into the ring steps as Landis connects with a vertical
suplex on Livestock.]

CL: And Shadoe Rage drills The Gutch with Death from Above.

[Perry glares at Sal and rushes forward catching him in the mid-
section with a shoulder block and begins to ram Sal with rights and
lefts to the skull. Shadoe rushes around the ring and chop blocks Max
to save his brother from Max's onslaught.]

FH: This is a mess!

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CL: Ans Zeke calls for the bell!


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[As the bell continues to ring security begins to rush to the ring
side area in an attempt to break up this pier six brawl that has
erupted. Tom drops a knee into the chest of Livestock and turns
getting to his feet and watches as Perry drops Sal across the
guardrail mid-section first. A look of utter shock comes across Tom's
face as he watches Perry drive a knee into the prone head of Sal.]

CL: And Landis is in shock at Perry's actions right now!

[Landis is motionless for a few seconds before he rushes over and
spins Perry around.]

CL: And the brother in laws are nose to nose! It's finally going to
happen Tom is going to drop Perry.

[Uncle Jack is back to his feet and stares at the brother in laws for
a few seconds before everyone's attention is brought to the ring as
the bell continues to ring and Zeke can be heard screaming.]

Zeke: Call it!  Get over here Douglas!

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[Standing from his seat, Herk Douglas approaches Zeke as he leans out
from the ring.  A quick conversation and--]

HD: Ladies and gentlemen, referee Broderick Ezekiel Craven has
declared this match a no-contest!

[The fans boo lustily as security floods the ring and a mass dogpile
separates all 3 teams.  It's a bizarre scene as Livestock shouts
obscenities at Gutch and the fat bastard actually shouts back.]

Zeke: Guys, knock it off!  Fans, I'm sorry to announce this but hey,
as there is no winner, neither Max and Sal nor the Prophets of Rage
are the number one contenders.  As there is no team to face Livestock
and the Gutch there will be a one night, 8-team tournament to
determine who will face Livestock and the Gutch later that night!  All
this and more at Rise from the Ashes 2!  C'mon guys, out of the ring.
Livestock!  That's your partner!

[Grabbing Livestock by the hair, Zeke actually drags him to the apron
and down to the floor, crying out in pain.  Sullen, Gutch follows,
crestfallen.]

CL: That isn't fair!  He's going to put all the other teams in the
league through the ringer so his boys can have an easy win AFTER the
winners of that tournament have fought three times?

FH: Hey, if M&S and the Prophets actually wanted the prize, they
should've maintained their composure.

CL: This is ridiculous!

FH: Zeke is a genius!

CL: Security is down here now.

FH: We had security … Livestock and The Gutch!

CL: REAL PVW Security.  Thing's are starting to clear up.  Let's go
backstage.

[ The camera fades backstage and you see 'Swinging' Dean Hayes
standing in front of the locker room. Dean has a smile on his face
like a kid on Christmas morning and seems to be waiting to get a word
from someone. Hayes is dressed in a pair of beige dress pants and a
black polo shirt with the Phoenix Valley Wrestling in the upper left
hand corner. All of a sudden the locker room door opens and out steps
"The Celtic Crippler" Caleb Foley. Caleb is not dressed in his
wrestling attire tonight instead he has on a pair of blue jeans and a
green t-shirt with a Guinness logo on the front of it ... ]

Dean Hayes: Caleb first thing is first you had an impressive showing
at The Rebirth of Heatwave...

Caleb Foley: Thank you Dean. But if you will excuse me I have
something I have something I must get off my chest tonight.

Dean Hayes: Caleb before you leave I was wondering if you could give
your comments about what Johnny Det-

[ Before Dean can continue Caleb abruptly cuts him off... ]

Caleb Foley: Dean I understand you are trying to do your job and all
but what I have to say about Johnny Detson will be said in the ring.
So if you want to know where I stand on what he said than find a
television backstage and watch ...

[ With those words Caleb storms out of the camera view and one has to
think he is making his way down to ringside. Dean Hayes is standing
there disappointed he could not do his job tonight. ]

Dean Hayes: Well I guess "The Celtic Crippler" is going out to you
guys.

[ One last image of Dean Hayes is shown as he is seen walking towards
a television monitor. Then the camera goes back out to Fred Hoyle and
Chip Lester. Before either men can get a word in "Loyal to No One" by
the Dropkick Murphy's begins to play. ]

CL: Well Fred I guess we won't have to wait much long as The Celtic
Crippler is making his way down to ringside.

FH: Foley just ruined this great night. I thought since he didn't have
a match he wouldn't show his ugly face tonight.

CL: Fred it is the Holiday Season can't we all just get along?

FH: NO!!!

[ "The Celtic Crippler" Caleb Foley all of a sudden emerges from
behind the curtain to a huge ovation. Caleb is walking down to the
ring and slapping high fives with the fans. No pyros tonight as he
seems to mean business tonight. Caleb reaches the ring steps and
begins to climb them. Caleb stands on the ring apron for a brief
moment and points to the sky before entering the ring. Caleb walks
over to the other side of the ring and ask for a microphone from Ring
Announcer Herk Douglas. "The Celtic Crippler" speaks ... ]

Caleb Foley: Phoenix Valley Wrestling at Rebirth showed exactly why it
is the place to be. It was an epic night and the show itself has a few
surprises. William Craven finally snapped and tried to cripple Chris
Hartt. Masked Maniac was unmasked and it was none other than Jack
Keening under the mask the whole time. We also saw the crowing of a
new Television Champion in my good friend Larry Gionet. We found out
the match between Alex Martinez and Doc Holliday at Rise from the
Ashes II will be a Loser Leaves The PVW. Perry Fontana seems to have
shown his true colors by hiring the team of Livestock and Gutch to
take out his very own brother-in-law Tom Landis. Heck even "Showtime"
Rick Marley showed up to cost Chase Williams his shot at winning the
World Heavyweight Title for a second time.

[ Caleb pauses for a brief moment ... ]

Caleb Foley: But you see even will all of that happening nothing stood
out to me more than what Johnny Detson said about Phoenix Valley
Wrestling. Detson you came out here and claimed to be better than the
fans. Detson you came out here claiming to be the SAVIOR of PVW.
Johnny sure you were dressed to impress coming out here in your three
piece suit but this is NOT a beauty pageant this is WRESTLING. Detson
all you do is come out here week in and week out and constantly
complain about anything and everything. You want to be the SAVIOR of
PVW then do SOMETHING about it. Be a MAN once in your life. Come out
to MY RING right now...

[ Caleb pauses for a moment and just stares at the entrance ramp
patiently waiting to see if Johnny Detson will accept his offer. ]

Caleb Foley: That is right Detson this is MY RING. Phoenix Valley
Wreslting is MY HOME. This is the place where I got my big break and I
will NOT let someone like yourself come out here anymore and badmouth
it. You can call yourself the RISING SUN of PVW and how everything
REVOLVES around you. But we both know otherwise you are just FULL of
hot air. And while that might IMPRESS some people. It proves to me
that you are nothing more than a COWARD. Come on Detson be a MAN and
show your FACE.

[ "The Celtic Crippler" continues to look towards the entrance way
just waiting for Johnny Detson to show his face. Caleb has now climbed
up to the second rope and is talking to the entrance way ... ]

Caleb Foley: Fine Detson I understand you have a big match tonight
against Doc Holliday. You do NOT want to take your eye off the prize
at hand. But I want you to realize something Johnny. When you come out
here and talk bad about PVW. You are not only insulting the owner, the
referees, the locker room and me but you are also putting down the
greatest fans in the business. PVW is in my BLOOD! PVW is what I LIVE
for! PVW is my FEDERATION! I may not have an impressive win or loss
record. I may not have won any titles. I may not have an undefeated
streak like Marcus Manson. But one thing I do have is the HEART and
DETERMINATION of a champion. Since I signed my name on that Phoenix
Valley Wrestling contract I had a mission in mind. And that is to
STAND up for the fans. I am here to SPEAK up for the people who have
no voice. I will NOT back down from any challenge.  Detson any time
you breathe wrong I'll be there to put you in your place. At Rebirth
you got a small taste of what to expect at Rises from the Ashes II.

[ Foley jumps down off the middle rope and stares directly into the
camera ... ]

Caleb Foley: Johnny this is Phoenix Valley Wrestling not Detson Valley
Wrestling and by the end of the night you will realize three things.
One being that Doc Holliday is a LEGEND in this sport and it is gonna
take a lot more than a fancy three piece suit and a large vocabulary
to beat him. Two sometimes LESS is MORE. And last but certainly not
least that the PVW Universe does NOT revolve around you, me or anyone
else in the back it REVOLVES around the FANS ... Detson I'll see you
at Rises from the Ashes II in two weeks enjoy your holidays ...

[ With those words a huge Foley chant breaks out as The Celtic
Crippler is pointing to fans in attendance at the 52nd Armory tonight.
Caleb then tosses the microphone over the top rope to Douglas and
slides underneath the bottom rope. As Foley walks back up the entrance
giving the fans high fives and they are still chanting his name. Foley
turns around once he reaches the top of the aisle way and points out
to the fans showing his appreciation for them and Phoenix Valley
Wrestling. The camera goes back to Chip and Fred at the announce table
... ]

CL: Caleb Foley laying it out on the line as he is set to face Johnny
Detson.

FH: I gotta give it to Foley.  As dumb as the kid is he has a lot of
guts.  I would say balls, but when he cried on national TV he proved
he didn't have any of those.

CL: You are never going to let that down are you Fred.

FH: Not on the eve of Rise From the Ashes!

HD: Our next bout is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first ...

['Unbreakable' by Fireflight yells out over the speakers, as 'The
Paladin' Chris Hartt makes his way out from the back, while video
images of Hartt's past matches and victories play in time with the
music.  Hartt greets fans on is way down to the ring, climbs inside
and mounts a turnbuckle, holding his arms out straight in a cross
gesture.]

HD: Hailing from Minneapolis, Minnesota, standing 5' 11" and weighing
in at 245 pounds this is 'The Paladin' Chris Hartt !!!

[The doleful sound of "Rooster" by Alice In Chains begins to play
through the arena, as the lights drop down.  Pale blue spotlights
illuminate the aisle from underneath, playing off of a thin mist
rising from the floor... creating an ethereal-looking effect as the
powerful frame of Marcus Manson slowly walks through the curtain.

Backlighting Manson's entry is the big screen, which shows only the
words "CAN YOU HANDLE THE MISERY?" in bright pale blue lettering...
along with the aisle lighting, this is the only source of light in the
arena.

Manson takes his sweet time walking down the aisle, his brow furrowed
in a look of concentration; a look made more ominous by the scar
running from above his right eye all the way to his chin.

Marcus is wearing a dark longcoat over his full-length black tights,
red kneepads and elbowpads, and black striking gloves and boots.
Manson climbs the steps, and looks over the crowd with a scowl before
stepping over the top rope into the ring.]

HD: And their opponents...

[The name "Craven" forms on PVW's big screen out of a reverberating
red line usually associated with sound mixers as "Forsaken" by David
Draiman plays']

HD: Hailing from Detroit, Michigan.  He weighs in tonight at 320
pounds.  This is

WILLIAM CRAVEN !!!

[The green man beast comes to the ring wearing black vinyl slacks, red
gauze on his hands and feet, and a black ring robe. Brandishing his
bo'ken, he poses for the crowd before turning, ready for his match.]

HD: And his partner ...

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

HD: From Beverly Hills, California.  He is the former PVW Heavyweight
Champion ...

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

HD: The Conceited Bastard ... CHASE WILLIAMS

[Chase shadows a few punches as he ascends the rampway, focusing
solely on the ring. He reaches ringside and climbs the stairs,
stepping over the top rope. He circles the ring and finally turns
towards the entryway with a look that can only be described as utterly
hateful.



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CL: The bell has rung and we are under way here, Fred!  And it looks
like it's gonna be the Marcus Manson taking on William Craven to start
things off.

FH: Yeah, and this has been boiling for a while.

[Chase Williams, the guy once known as The Conceited Bastard, suddenly
bellowed out to William Craven and extended his arm.  The crowd
popped.]

CL: Wait a second here.  Chase Williams wants in with Marcus Manson!

[William Craven gave a smirk then headed over and slapped the hand of
Chase Williams, who steps between the ropes.  The crowd lit up in a
frenzy as Chase Williams stepped in and narrowed his eyes at Marcus
Manson. Marcus Manson shook out his arms and just stood there, his
gaze locked on Chase Williams as he entered.  Chase Williams stepped
in like he was going to kick things off with the collar and elbow tie
up, but as soon as Marcus Manson stepped in, Chase Williams backed
off, rubbed the back of his arm over his face, then pointed behind
Marcus Manson at 'The Paladin' Chris Hartt. The crowd exploded.]

CL: The Conceited Bastard playin mind games here!

FH: It's The Hand of God now, Chip.  Remember that!  And of course he
is.

[Marcus Manson looked over at Chase Williams with that narrowed stare
before putting on the slight grin himself. He looked over at his
shoulder at 'The Paladin' Chris Hartt who nodded and stuck out his
hand.  Marcus Manson turned fully at the crowds anticipated pop but
Chase Williams suddenly moved in, grabbed him by the back of the head
and gave him a nasty headbutt.  It shook Marcus Manson to the core and
he staggered, but Chase Williams held on tight.]

CL: Chase Williams' with a wicked headbutt that rocks Marcus Manson
and we are under way here!

[Dropping his grip, Chase Williams guided Marcus Manson across the
ring and launched him towards the side of his ring.  Marcus Manson got
his hands up at the last second but William Craven's hard right hand
sent him staggering in a backpedal.  That's when Chase Williams
charged in with a head of steam and wiped him out with a running
clothesline from behind. Marcus Manson smacked the mat face first as
the crowd lit into Chase Williams.]

FH: Marcus Manson in trouble early here, Chip.

CL: He's getting to his feet.

[Marcus Manson was about half up and was going to slip in behind Chase
Williams, who had gone to taunt 'The Paladin' Chris Hartt in the
corner, trying to make him come out.  'The Paladin' Chris Hartt didn't
bit at the ruse so Chase Williams spun back around and threw a
haymaker at Marcus Manson. Marcus Manson ducked that punch and popped
up with one of his own, rocking Chase Williams back on his heels.  The
crowd responded with each shot as Chase Williams was driven back to
lean against the ropes. Marcus Manson stepped in, grabbed Chase
Williams arm and spun while planting his foot.  Whipping Chase
Williams off, he sent him to the opposite ropes, stepped in once and
dropped to his gut.  Chase Williams bound over him on the return and
bounced off the starting ropes and went to return.  William Craven had
reached out and blind tagged Chase Williams before he bound away.
Marcus Manson rose as Chase Williams came in low and with a leap,
Marcus Manson leapfrogged over the frieght train.]

CL: Nice leap frog by the Marcus Manson.

[Marcus Manson hit the mat with the balls of his feet and turned to
see Chase Williams bouncing back off the ropes.  He did not see
William Craven, but he caught movement behind him so when Chase
Williams came off, Marcus Manson squatted a bit and bent his legs.
Chase Williams was caught as Marcus Manson arms went around him and as
soon as contact was made, Marcus Manson grunted and lifted Chase
Williams up and started to drop backwards into a flap jack.  William
Craven had stepped in and was looking up with wide eyes as Chase
Williams was suddenly sent up and dropped, right onto William Craven!]

Crowd: Oooooooo!

FH: Holy Sh-

CL: Flap jack on Chase Williams, right onto his tag team partner,
William Craven!  Both men are down! And Marcus Manson back on his feet
here!

[With both opponents down, Marcus Manson got to his feet quickly and
dropped an elbow into the heart of William Craven, making him grab his
chest and roll back under the ropes to take a stand between the ropes
and the cage.  The wince on his face showed the impact of the elbow.
Marcus Manson rolled instantly off his hip after dropping that elbow
and caught Chase Williams in a half rise.  Stepping behind the man,
Marcus Manson shifted behind him and wrapped his arms around him
before suplexing him up and over in a belly to back flipping throw
suplex.]

[HUGE POP]

CL: Marcus Manson a house on fire here!

[The crowd had come to its feet as Marcus Manson leaned down and
grabbed Chase Williams' hair, lifting him up a bit to look at him.  He
then got a grin to spread across his face and he turned to look at
'The Paladin' Chris Hartt, who was staring intently, hanging over the
ropes, his hand extended, that same smirk on his face to match Marcus
Manson's.]

FH: Oh no.  No no no.  This is not good.


*SLAP*


[HUGE POP]


CL: And here comes 'The Paladin' Chris Hartt!

['The Paladin' Chris Hartt began to lay punches to Chase Williams,
directing them towards his chest and neck. ]

CL: 'The Paladin' Chris Hartt firing away with those big right hands!

[William Craven didn't move too fast at, letting 'The Paladin' Chris
Hartt pound away at Chase Williams. Craven smirked a bit, letting
Chase Williams take a little punishment, knowing it would only serve
to piss him off, but then he realized that they could lose this match
and slid under the ropes. He made his way towards the angry 'The
Paladin' Chris Hartt and grabbed him from behind and yanked him off
Chase Williams. 'The Paladin' Chris Hartt narrowed his eyes and jammed
a lowered shoulder into the gut of William Craven and drove him back
first into the ring apron. Chase Williams got to his feet when 'The
Paladin' Chris Hartt was busy doing that and went to grab him by the
shoulder. 'The Paladin' Chris Hartt whipped around and brushed the arm
of Chase Williams away, stepped in and flipped that arm up and grabbed
Chase Williams under the arm and by the shoulder. 'The Paladin' Chris
Hartt lifted Chase Williams up and drove him to the mat.]

Crowd: Ooooo!

CL: Good God!  Reverse half nelson slam by 'The Paladin' Chris Hartt!
The ring shook on that one!

FH: William Craven and Chase Williams better get on the same page
soon.

[William Craven had been doubled over, holding his back after being
driven into the apron and now came at 'The Paladin' Chris Hartt with a
sneer. 'The Paladin' Chris Hartt again turned around and saw William
Craven coming with some speed so he stooped at the waist and let
William Craven roll over his shoulder. When William Craven did, 'The
Paladin' Chris Hartt stood and let William Craven go up and over with
a high back body drop, right down on a slowly rising Chase Williams,
who could only get his arms up in time to catch him.]

CL: Good God! Now it's William Craven coming down on his partner!

['The Paladin' Chris Hartt darted to a corner of the ring and hopped
up to the apron before turning and climbing up backwards to the second
set of ropes. Pausing, he waited for Chase Williams to rise as he
steady himself William Craven got to staggering rises before he leapt
off and angle his body parallel to the mat and coming down on them
with a high cross body. Camera's flickered.]

FH: Whoa!

[The place had gotten loud as the fans were on their feet. 'The
Paladin' Chris Hartt got to his feet first after crashing down on his
opponents and then he slid back a bit on his knees. Charged with the
electricity of the fans, 'The Paladin' Chris Hartt went to the ropes
and thrust his arms in the air to an ear splitting pop, only to point
down at Chase Williams and William Craven with a threatening finger.]

'The Paladin' Chris Hartt: Come on!

[Popping back down as the two struggled to rise, 'The Paladin' Chris
Hartt paced around the ring waiting for either William Craven or Chase
Williams to enter back into the ring. William Craven got to his feet
first and gripped the second set of ropes, pulling himself towards a
corner. Chase Williams had risen in the meantime and had wandered
around the ring dazed a bit. As soon as William Craven stood 'The
Paladin' Chris Hartt stepped towards him, gripped his left arm then
whipped him across the ring. 'The Paladin' Chris Hartt turned, stepped
to the middle of the ring and waited for William Craven to return.
William Craven was still aware enough to grab the top rope and halt
his slingshot back, leaving 'The Paladin' Chris Hartt standing with
his legs planted. Chase Williams slithered back under the ring ropes
behind 'The Paladin' Chris Hartt, dropped to one knee and came up with
a forearm between 'The Paladin' Chris Hartt's legs with a low blow.]

Crowd: Ooooooo!

CL: Ouch.

FH: Hello!

['The Paladin' Chris Hartt sunk to his knees, his eyes closed tightly
and his mouth opened, looking to suck in some much needed air. He was
soon pushed to his side by Chase Williams and then he and Craven
proceeded a double team stomp on the man. Chase Williams abated, but
William Craven continued until Chase Williams spoke low to him. Both
men then urged 'The Paladin' Chris Hartt to his feet with either a
handful of hair or tights. Then the two sent him to the ropes in a
whip and when he came back, the two men grabbed a hold of the incoming
body, lifted him up and brought him crashing down with a double
flapjack.]

Crowd: Oooooo!

CL: Chase Williams and William Craven finally regaining control now
here, Fred. It does not look good for 'The Paladin' Chris Hartt!

['The Paladin' Chris Hartt rolled to his side as Chase Williams
hovered over him, William Craven going to take his place outside as
Chase Williams took control and forced him out. Chase Williams went to
work on 'The Paladin' Chris Hartt scoring with an elbow drop. 'The
Paladin' Chris Hartt's legs jerked out under him and Chase Williams
went to drop another one. It hit. 'The Paladin' Chris Hartt winced and
covered his chest, which was beginning to show signs of the welts
Chase Williams left with each shot. Chase Williams rose once more and
sniffed in defiance, only to drop once more. 'The Paladin' Chris Hartt
rolled.]

FH: Ohhh! Chase Williams misses with the elbow drop!

[Chase Williams may have missed with the elbow drop, but he didn't
miss with the face first knee lift that send 'The Paladin' Chris Hartt
to the mats with a flat backing echo. Chase Williams rubbed at his
elbow and wandered to the corner and tagged in William Craven. Craven
ducked and came in stalking making his way to 'The Paladin' Chris
Hartt. Lifting the head of 'The Paladin' Chris Hartt up, he creased
the dangerous one with an open hand slap. The fans responded.]

Crowd: Woooooo!

[Flipping 'The Paladin' Chris Hartt over to his gut, William Craven
went to work by dropping to a knee and gripping onto 'The Paladin'
Chris Hartts left ankle. He twisted and sneered, wrenching it tightly
into an ankle lock. When 'The Paladin' Chris Hartt fought Craven the
entire way through the hold, the referre looking right at 'The
Paladin' Chris Hartt's hand to see if he tapped, Craven then turned in
the move, pulled the leg out more and then sat back and applied the
Boston Crab, putting more pressure on the knee and hip of 'The
Paladin' Chris Hartt.]

CL: William Craven has the crab locked, Fred. The pain in 'The
Paladin' Chris Hartt's face is evident
on how excruciating this hold is!

['The Paladin' Chris Hartt shook his head at the referre each time the
PVW referee asked him if he was ready to quit. William Craven tried
sitting back further, but each time he did, 'The Paladin' Chris Hartt
would use his powerful arms to do a two armed push up, breaking the
stress on his back. At one point, Chase Williams reached out and
grabbed one hand of William Cravens and yanked back, putting even more
pressure on the challenging superstar.  William Craven finally gave up
and dropped 'The Paladin' Chris Hartt's leg and kicked at the bottom
rope. He then made his way over to Chase Williams and tagged him in
once more.]

CL: 'The Paladin' Chris Hartt is in serious trouble here.  He's gotta
get to his feet and make that tag to Marcus Manson.  He's fresh and
looking eager to get back in this game.

['The Paladin' Chris Hartt got to his feet, limping, and was caught
face first with a big lifted boot by Chase Williams. Chase Williams
smirked as he bounced off the mats at the impact of 'The Paladin'
Chris Hartt hitting them and waited for the man to rise. Though he
struggled, 'The Paladin' Chris Hartt glared at Chase Williams when he
got to his feet. Chase Williams moved in and dropped low as soon as he
got close, sweeping his left leg out and taking 'The Paladin' Chris
Hartt's pins out from under him. 'The Paladin' Chris Hartt hit the
mats once again and grabbed at his knee.]

CL: 'The Paladin' Chris Hartt's hurt!

[Chase Williams sniffed the air like he could smell the wounded prey
and he began to attack that knee, driving his own downward against it.
He then dragged 'The Paladin' Chris Hartt to the ropes, draped the leg
on the lower one, grabbed the top ropes and came down, driving his
knee once more into 'The Paladin' Chris Hartt's injured one.]

CL: Good God he is just dismantling 'The Paladin' Chris Hartt here!

FH: He promised he would destroy 'The Paladin' Chris Hartt and he is
tearing him apart, piece by piece.

[Chase Williams came down several times on the knee before the referre
counted and then shoved him back. Chase Williams blinked and got in
the face of the referre, who did not back down. Chase Williams then
turned away like he was going to tag in William Craven, but he turned
around to take a swing at the referre! The referre saw it coming,
ducked and then shoved Chase Williams back hard and pointed to his
chest.]

[HUGE POP]

CL: Chase Williams getting into a shoving match with the referre! He's
nuts!

[Chase Williams snarled and made his way back to 'The Paladin' Chris
Hartt, grabbed that injured leg and dragged 'The Paladin' Chris Hartt
to the center of the ring. He then stepped over, pretzeled 'The
Paladin' Chris Hartt's legs and sat back in the sharp shooter.]

FH: Yess! This is gonna be over!

CL: And Chase Williams has the hold locked in the center of the ring.
The Paladin has no where to go.

['The Paladin' Chris Hartt yelled out in pain as Chase Williams locked
it on, gritting his teeth to hold 'The Paladin' Chris Hartt down.
William Craven reached through and grabbed at 'The Paladin' Chris
Hartt's hands to hold him down which made the hold worse. The referre
caught William Craven and slid outside to pull William Craven off and
then shove him back, berating him. Chase Williams sat back more and
'The Paladin' Chris Hartt yelled out, his hand close to hitting the
mat. It was then that Marcus Manson stepped through his part of the
ropes and sent two well placed boots to the mush of Chase Williams,
making the save.  He scrambled back out before the referre could turn
back around.]

[HUGE POP.]

CL: MY GOD!! Marcus Manson makin the last second save there!

[The referre had turned around during the aftermath, leaving William
Craven to slide in the ring to go after the newly arriving Marcus
Manson. Marcus Manson was about to step back out fully but turned
quickly on his feet but William Craven was a bit quicker and put him
in a front facelock. He went for a Vertical Suplex, but Marcus Manson
blocks. Marcus Manson tried to counter with the reversal, but William
Craven blocks it this time. William Craven tries his luck for a second
time, this time lifting Marcus Manson up into the air but not being
able to complete the move, Marcus Manson slid down William Cravens
shoulders before rolling him into a sunset flip pinning combination.]


[HUGE POP]




!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!



[Chase Williams had gotten to his feet and saw that his tag team
partner was now being pinned.  Reaching down, he grabbed Marcus Manson
by the back of the head and yanked him up by the hair and to his feet.
With a bellow, Chase Williams landed Marcus Manson into the corner and
this time there was no hands up.  Marcus Manson hit hard and fell
back, his nose running with blood after the impact.  He fell to the
mats with blood wiper washing across his face as his head lulled.]

CL: Marcus Mansons busted open!

FH: Chase Williams cracked him against the side of the turnbuckle and
busted him open.

CL: By the looks, Fred , it's at the bridge of his nose. That blood
will get in his eyes.

[William Craven had slid out between the ropes and was leaning over
the edge, rifling under the ring apron.  He soon came back in and he
had a chair in hand. William Craven raised it to take a swing at a
slowly rising and staggering, and bloody, Marcus Manson and when he
did, he clocked the referre on the backswing and blinked. Turning, he
looked down at the unconscious referee and smirked, putting on a "Did
I do that?" look. He then raised it again and before Marcus Manson
could turn around fully and grasp what was happening, William Craven
clocked him across the face and head.]

[CRAAACK!]

Crowd: Ooooooo!

CL: God Good! What impact!

FH: I can't believe William Craven accidentally took out the referre!

[Marcus Manson was down, 'The Paladin' Chris Hartt was still
struggling to rise on the apron, Chase Williams was on his hands and
knees, struggling to get up from the attack by Marcus Manson when he
made the save and William Craven stood there, grinning, chair in hand.
William Craven waited for Marcus Manson to rise and when he did,
Marcus Manson leaned in the corner. With the chair in his right hand,
William Craven forced Marcus Manson up against the ring post. William
Craven takes a backswing and goes for the chairshot, but nails the
ring post with devastating impact. As William Craven turns around to
meet Marcus Manson, his former Widowmakers Inc buddy Heart Punches the
chair into William Cravens sternum.]

[CRAAACK!]

CL: Ohhhh! This is getting brutal!

FH: Did you hear that crack?!

[Marcus Manson stood there, breathing heavy and pointed down over the
ropes. He griped the top of them and was about go over on and continue
beating on William Craven who has rolled onto the outside but was
suddenly crushed by a low blow from Chase Williams, making him sink to
his knees. ]

Crowd: Ohhhhh!

[Marcus Manson fell forward but was able to tag 'The Paladin' Chris
Hartt back in who was still hobbling. The Paladin' Chris Hartt gutted
it out and went after Chase Williams, but Chase Williams was able to
sweep 'The Paladin' Chris Hartt again and once more.  He then backed
up to the ropes, pushed off with measured aim and dropped a big elbow
to 'The Paladin' Chris Hartt's chest.]

CL: Chase Williams once more using his strength here and looking to
steal the gas from 'The Paladin' Chris Hartt.

FH: And the referre is struggling to get up, Chip.

[The referre was stirring, but 'The Paladin' Chris Hartt was able to
roll away from the next shot by Chase Williams, which was a leg drop.
Chase Williams bounced and held his ass before rolling to his side.]

CL: 'The Paladin' Chris Hartt out of the way and now to his feet
here...

['The Paladin' Chris Hartt rolled Chase Williams to his gut and though
all four men were groggy from the battle, 'The Paladin' Chris Hartt
seemed to suck back and capture his second wind.  Marcus Manson looked
on, his bend elbow rubbing at the blood on his face.  William Craven
was pulling himself up near his corner and was shaking his head,
trying to regain his senses.  'The Paladin' Chris Hartt crosses one of
Chase Williams' ankles into the crook of Chase Williams' other knee.
He then uses the back of his leg to apply pressure to Chase Williams'
leg that is up and puts his leg in between Chase Williams' entangled
legs. 'The Paladin' Chris Hartt stands up and bridges backwards and
applies a chinlock on the tag team co holder, locking in the Inverted
Indian Deathlock Bridging Chinlock.]

CL: Oh man!  This is a punishing hold, Fred.

FH: But all Chase Williams has to do is bridge out.

CL: He can't.  'The Paladin' Chris Hartt has that chin lock held on
tight!

[The referee had gotten to his knees and was checking on Chase
Williams, who was fading. He lost so much strength that 'The Paladin'
Chris Hartt was able to shift on top of him even in that bridge and
roll over.  Popping out of the chin lock part of the hold, 'The
Paladin' Chris Hartt dropped his hands enough to grab both of Chase
Williams arms and traps them while linking his own hands.  Forward
flipping into a bridge while keeping the arms locked and applying
pressure.]

CL: Wow!  Inverted Indian Deathlock Bridging Chinlock into a Double
Bridging Arm Bar!  He's trying to snap Chase Williams like a twig!

FH: Twig?!  Chase Williams is like a tree!

[William Craven could stand no more and he ducked between the top and
middle ropes and ran at 'The Paladin' Chris Hartt, knocking him in the
back of the head with a drive elbow.  'The Paladin' Chris Hartt grit
his teeth and rolled to his knees holding the back of his head.
Marcus Manson suddenly slid dipped back into the ring from his spot
and went after William Craven. Catching William Craven with a boot to
the midsection, Marcus Manson slipped around him and set his back to
William Craven's. 'The Paladin' Chris Hartt was now getting to his
feet as well and was heading in Chase Williams' direction. Marcus
Manson then trapped William Cravens arms and locked them as they stood
back to back. Using his strength, Marcus Manson started to lift
William Craven off his feet and curl his back over Marcus Mansons own,
setting him up in a cross position. Marcus Manson showed some amazing
power and held that hold for a moment. 'The Paladin' Chris Hartt had
caught Chase Williams rising and stunned him with a drop to knee,
uplifted forearm to the sternum.  Popping back to a full stand, 'The
Paladin' Chris Hartt slithered around to the back of Chase Williams
and dropped to one knee behind the man, who was now in his knees. With
suddenness, Marcus Manson, who still had William Craven in that cross
position on his back, sent the smaller of the men over his shoulders
with a grunt and drove William Craven's body into the mat with a
thunderous powerbomb!]

Crowd: OOOOOOOO!

CL: What a show of strength by Marcus Manson.

[The crowd suddenly begins to turn in their seats, a dull cheer
turning into a thunderous ovation as Rob Cole begins to walk down the
aisle with the PVW Heavyweight title strapped over one shoulder. He
stops just outside the ring area as action in the ring begins to slow
down. He calls for a chair and opens it right in the center of the
aisle, setting down in order to watch the match without comment.]

CL: IT'S ROB COLE!! OUR PVW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!!!

FH: HE HAS NO BUSINESS OUT HERE IN THIS MATCH.

CL: Fred he is PVW World Heavyweight Champion he is scouting the
competition.

FH: Yeah okay right and I am the next Michael Jordan.

['The Paladin' Chris Hartt yelled out in pain as Chase Williams locked
it on, gritting his teeth to hold 'The Paladin' Chris Hartt down.
William Craven reached through and  grabbed at 'The Paladin' Chris
Hartt's hands to hold him down which made the hold worse. The referre
caught William Craven and slid outside to pull William Craven off and
then shove him back, berating him. Chase Williams sat back more an
'The Paladin' Chris Hartt yelled out, his hand close to hitting the
mat. It was then that Marcus Manson stepped through his part of the
ropes and sent two well placed boots to the mush of Chase Williams,
making the save.  He scrambled back out before the referre could turn
back around.]

CL: Look at Rob Cole watching William Craven Fred.

FH: Rob Cole better be careful what he asks for.

[William Craven could stand no more and he ducked between the top and
middle ropes and ran at 'The Paladin' Chris Hartt, knocking him in the
back of the head with a drive elbow.  'The Paladin' Chris Hartt grit
his teeth and rolled to his knees holding the back of his head.
Marcus Manson suddenly slid dipped back into the ring from his spot
and went after William Craven. Catching William Craven with a boot to
the midsection, Marcus Manson slipped around him and set his back to
William Craven's. 'The Paladin' Chris Hartt was now getting to his
feet as well and was heading in Chase Williams' direction. Marcus
Manson then trapped William Cravens arms and locked them as they stood
back to back. Using his strength, Marcus Manson started to lift
William Craven off his feet and curl his back over Marcus Manson’s
own, setting him up in a cross position. Marcus Manson showed some
amazing power and held that hold for a moment. 'The Paladin' Chris
Hartt had caught Chase Williams rising and stunned him with a drop to
knee, uplifted forearm to the sternum.  Popping back to a full stand,
'The Paladin' Chris Hartt slithered around to the back of Chase
Williams and dropped to one knee behind the man, who was now in his
knees. With suddenness, Marcus Manson, who still had William Craven in
that cross position on his back, sent William Craven over his
shoulders with a grunt and drove his body into the mat with a
thunderous powerbomb!]


Crowd: OOOOOOOO!

CL: What a show of strength by Marcus Manson.

FH: And look at the smile on the face of William Craven.

CL: You know there is definitely something wrong with him.

['The Paladin' Chris Hartt has finally released the hold and is
stalking Chase Williams. Chase Williams is starting to get up to his
feet while 'The Paladin' Chris Hartt can no longer wait and goes
charges towards Chase Williams but rolls out of the way and then
clotheslines the back of the knee of Chris Hartt. Chase Williams gets
back onto his feet and starts to point towards his head. Chase
Williams begins to stomp away at the body of Chris Hartt as William
Craven has made it back it his corner. William Craven is asking for a
tag from his partner but Chase Williams is not paying any attention to
him.]

CL: It seems like the former PVW World Heavyweight Champion thinks he
can win this match by himself.

FH: Well he was the first ever World Heavyweight Champion for a
reason.

[Chase Williams picks up Chris Hartt and goes for a snap suplex but
The Paladin blocks it and then fights out with a couple of rights to
the ribcage area of Chase Williams. William Craven is still yelling at
Chase Williams wanting to get into the match as Chris Hartt and Chase
Williams are exchanging lefts and rights in the center of the ring
until Chase Williams gets the upper hand and pokes Chris Hartt in the
eye and then connect with a superkick. The superkick sends The Paladin
backwards and he somehow tags in Marcus Manson but Chase Williams is
too busy arguing with his tag team partner, William Craven to notice
that Marcus Manson is the legal man.]

FH: TURN AROUND CHASE!!!

CL: I DON'T THINK HE CAN HEAR YOU FRED.

[Chase Williams finally turns around and he is met by a thunderous
right to the face by Marcus Manson. Marcus Manson grabs Chase around
his throat and throws him into the corner unloading a whole bunch of
rights and lefts to the former PVW World Heavyweight Champion. William
Craven is still barking orders on the ring apron at Chase Williams and
Chase Williams is reaching for a tag but he is to far away to make it.
Marcus Manson grabs Chase Williams and goes for a vertical suplex and
somehow reverses it into a reverse neckbreaker on the way down.
William Craven is now spewing at the mouth wanting a shot to get into
the ring against Marcus Manson.]

CL: HANGMAN'S SUPLEX!!!

FH: I THINK WILLIAM CRAVEN JUST SPIT AT THE BACK OF THE HEAD OF MARCUS
MANSON.

[Marcus Manson turns around and delivers a big boot to William Craven
who is on the ring apron but it doesn't knock William Craven off as he
is still holding onto the ring ropes. Marcus Manson directs his
attention to Chase Williams and is waiting for him to get up. William
Craven enters the ring and tries to attack Marcus Manson from behind
when out of the corner of the screen you see 'The Paladin' Chris Hartt
comes in with a massive clothesline that sends both himself and
William Craven up and over the top rope.]

[HUGE OMG POP!!!]

[Marcus Manson is standing in the middle of the ring and picks up
Chase Williams. Chase Williams is barely able to stand when "The
Misery Machine" delivers...]

CL: WHAT A HEART PUNCH BY MANSON!!!

FH: WATCH ROB COLE ON THE OUTSIDE OF THE RING.

CL: ROB COLE HAS NOT MOVED ONCE SINCE HE GOT OUT TO RINGSIDE.

FH: YES HE HAS I BELIEVE I SAW HIM SNEEZE OR SOMETHING!

CL: MANSON WITH THE COVER...


!!! ONE !!!



!!! TWO !!!




!!! THREE !!!




}





CL: MANSON AND HARTT HAVE DONE IT!!!  Look at Craven his eyes have
just grown wide as Hartt has rolled back inside the ring.

FH: William Craven does not look the least bit happy at the moment.
I’d brace yourself Lester cause if Craven goes off the deep end again
we may need a new announce table.

[Craven slams the ring apron hard with both hands as he glares at the
fallen Chase Williams for a moment before locking his eyes with Marcus
Manson.]

FH: If looks could kill.

[The crowd raises to a fever pitch as William Craven pulls himself
onto the ring apron.]

CL: We may not have to wait for Rise from the Ashes II for these two
to get their next shot at one another!

[Suddenly the PVW champion stands and snatches the folding chair in
one arm as he climbs to the ring apron... he quickly ducks into the
ring as Manson and Hartt back away, their eyes on the unpredictable
Cole as he stalks toward the center of the ring. He stands in the
center of the ring... unmoving as the each of the four men decide on
their next course of action.]

CL: Chase Williams has rolled to the outside now.  He is just
realizing that he made the fatal mistake of underestimating Marcus
Manson.

[William Craven lingers on the ring apron for a few seconds more his
gaze shifting from Marcus Manson to Chris Hartt to Rob Cole and
finally back on Marcus Manson. Craven smirks before jumping to the
floor as the referee has finally convinced him it’s not worth it.]

CL: Security has now come down and blocked the aisle way, preventing
William Craven
from returning.

FH: Craven is a madman there is a chance he’ll try and jump through
security but right now he seems content just pointing at Manson and
Hartt...

CL: He wants some of Rob Cole too!

FH: Like I said William Craven is a mad man Chip.

[Manson and Hartt respectfully roll to the outside as things are
trying to clear up. The crowd continuing to go crazy as Cole just
stands there in the center of the ring.]

CL: I know Rob Cole and Rick Marley are suppose to have some sort of
face off tonight.  Perhaps Rob Cole is ready right now!

[William Craven is being lead to the back.  He finally opens the steel
chair, turns it to face the aisle, and sits down. Members of the ring
crew begin to hustle down the aisle, one of them carrying an average
folding table and sliding it into the ring as Cole is handed a
microphone. He quirks a grin and leans forward against the table as
the technicians finish setting it up.]

RC: I am a man of my word. You see, Ricky... you see how much I
respect and admire you? I didn't run out here screaming, I didn't hit
your boy with a chair, I didn't interrupt your earlier explanations...
I'm a man of my word and I promised you no violent reprisals for
anything you did last week. So now you beat me up, I went to the loony
bin, you got beat up, you wound up buried underneath six feet of
dirt... and here we are. Now, I love patty-cakes and ring-a-round the
rosies... but the last time we had ourselves a real serious talk, you
said you wanted to stop the little kid games. I have what you want...
A contract for "Rise from the Ashes", PVW title on the line, the whole
thing. All you need to do now is walk down that aisle and have  a
seat.

[The lights dim and red spotlights begin to play around the ceiling
of the arena.]

#This ain't a song for the brokenhearted
No silent prayer for the faith departed
And I ain't gonna be just a face in the crowd
You're gonna hear my voice when I shout it out loud

THOOM

THOOM

[The spotlights pulse in time with the music as the PA system roars to
life with  "It's My Life" by Bon Jovi.  With the two bursts of
fireworks at the sides of the entryway, "Widowmaker" Rick Marley
emerges from the back to a raucous chorus of boos.  The dark haired
wrestler is wearing dark long legged trunks with the words "The Last
Widowmaker" stenciled across the butt and with red spider webs traced
along the legs.  Pausing at the top of the entryway, he looks out
across the crowd for a moment before nodding.

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

[Rob Cole stands as Rick makes his entrance, waiting for the other man
to sit before lowering himself back in the chair. He stares at Rick
with a hungry smile, his shoulders trembling a little as he drapes the
title across the table in front of them both. He allows Rick to study
the belt for a moment before lifting the microphone again.]

RC: Oooh, you look so very determined...

[Marley's right hand darts out, snatching the mic from Cole as the
champ starts a bit.]

RM: Cole...I don't think I came out here to get talked to death.  You
have something that belongs to me.  No more games.  No more gangs.
You've got it.  I want it.  You want a piece of me?  Time to put up or
shut up, Outcast.

[Cole chuckles a little and motions for a large envelope to be slid
into the ring. He scoops it off the mat and yanks the pull tab open,
yanking out the papers and tossing them on the table casually. A
referee enters the ring and puts a pen on the table between Cole and
Marley, backing up in case of an explosion as the World Champion
finally drops into his chair again and leans back with a smirk.
Marley watched the official and chuckles to himself.]

RM: Calm down, little guy...it's not like you're some lippy announcer.

[The turns and smiles down at a suddenly livid Chip Lester.]

RM: Let's get this over with.

[Without sitting, Marley leans over the table and signs his name on
the dotted line.  Cole reaches across for the contract and pen. He
opens a few pages, giving the contract a cursory examination before
pausing on the last page. A slow smile creeps across his features and
he turns his gaze toward Marley. He lifts the microphone to his
lips...]

RC: You accept the stipulation? Really? I mean, this is everything I
wanted out of this little battle... this is the whole thing right
here. You're willing to put yourself through this? Ricky... I have to
give you credit. You're a brave guy. I admire that... really, I do. I
may think you're a miserable load of filth, but I admire your guts...
even when you try to squirm your way through the loop holes and
manipulate the people around you, at least you take a little risk to
do it.

[Cole clicks the pen and quickly scribbles his name across the bottom
line. He folds the contract and leans back as the referee rushes in to
snatch it before anything can happen to ruin the moment. Marley
stands... Rob Cole rises and the two men stare across the table at one
another as the crowd begins to roar to their feet. Cole slowly lifts
the microphone to his smiling lips, eyes wild... ]

RC: Want a sneak preview? Want everyone here to watch me beat you to
within an inch of your... ?

[Marley starts laughing, doubling over for a moment before standing up
and abruptly stopping, his expression serious.]

RM: Rob, Rob, Rob, Rob...why in the blue hell would I do something
like that?  You gave me the shot...I have what I came for.  The time
when I give away a warm bucket of spit for the mouth breathers in this
audience has long since passed.  A year...hell...six months ago I take
you up on the testosterone fueled banter.

Now?

I'll just say 'No Thanks' and meet you at Rise From the Ashes...don't
forget my belt.

[As Marley heads back up the aisle, Rob Cole suddenly lifts the
microphone to his lips as the lights suddenly go out. Flashing strobe
lights begin to snap on as his voice echoes throughout the arena, his
words overlapping in screams and whispers and a single spotlight
shines down on Rick Marley... a dull roar can be heard as the
Challenger stands at the ready, but seems more confused as the attack
never does seem to come.]

RC: ... here I come... READY OR NOT!!! Here I am... here here ... no
here... no here... I'm coming for you.... This what you want?
THIS?!?!?!! This is what you wanted?!?!!  This is what you wanted.
This is how it is... in my head? YOU WANT IN MY HEAD?!?!!!  You have a
special place... oh so special... Rise from the Ashes?!?!! Did you
fall?! Did you creep and crawl in the filth and the blood? What should
I do? SHOULD I DO IT?!?!!!  Special treat... preview... let me show
you what I want... LET ME SHOW!!! Let me show you... I am a man of my
word. Dead and rotting... six feet under... buried alive...

*HIT THE LIGHTS!*

[The arena suddenly launches into a huge roar as Rick Marley spins
toward the ring entrance and sees his exit blocked by a mound of dirt
and Rob Cole standing atop the mound, a shovel held tightly between
his hands. He's covered in his own sweat and filth, smiling wolfishly
as he stares down at Marley. Half buried beneath the mound is a
tombstone with the name "MARLEY" etched across it in stone!]


*** ROARING BURY HIM POP ***


CL: Rob Cole sending a _chilling_ message to Rick Marley and look at
the eyes of Marley.

FH: That's a look of focus and determination Chip.

CL: I smell fear Fred.  Rick Marley has bitten off more then he can
chew.  Spectre, Chase Williams, Brian Young, Paul Styles, and many
more have found this out first hand.

FH: Yeah but none of them are Rick Marley.

CL: What a night it's been so far.  Hersher von Donkerhardt has put
his career on the line against Gibson Hayes.  Manson and Craven will
be wrestling in a scaffold/Coal Miners Glove Match.  Rob Cole and Rick
Marley will be in a buried alive match.

FH: Hey, wait a second, look at the big screen.

[Cut to show that screen.  Zeke Craven, now wearing his more typical
gray suit, stands in the back, solemnly, microphone in hand.]

Zeke: Hello PVW.  I now have for you the tournament brackets to
determine the number one contenders.  Bracket one, match one; the team
of Prophets of Rage will face off against the Renegades.  Bracket one,
match two pits the makeshift team of Chase Williams and Caleb Foley
against Max and S--

Hayes: Ah, Zeke?

Zeke: --sssal...

[His head jerking over, red beard bristling, Zeke catches view of
"Swingin'" Dean Hayes as the intrepid interviewer creeps slowly
towards him.]

Zeke: What the hell are you after kid?  Can't you see I'm making an
important announcement that affects the future of the company?

Hayes: Well, that's just it Zeke, you don't have the _authority_ to do
that.

Zeke: Pardon me?  I am the head legal counsel for Phoenix Valley
Wrestling!

Hayes: That's true!  That is definitely true but Zeke, the only reason
you were able to make decisions about booking is that you were on the
booking committee before.

Zeke: And you're some pissant interviewer who got his bachelors in
media from a community college.  What's your point?

Hayes: My point is that I have the actual, announced match for Rise
from the Ashes 2 right here.

Zeke: What!?  Let me see that!

[Snatching a paper away from Dean, partially ripping it, Zeke glares
as he reads, his bushy brows coming dangerously close to his
mustache.]

Zeke: "Fatal Four Way ... Prophets ... Max and Sal ... and Everlasting
Hell!?"  This is ludicrous! Wait who the hell is Everlasting Hell?!?!

Hayes: It's the decision of the committee! And Everlasting Hell is
Perry Fontana and Tom Landis.

Zeke: And they get a shot at the tag team championship?!?!

Hayes: The committee has decided that every team involved in that
melee out there earlier shall have a shot at the tag team
championship.

[Reaching out to take back the paper from Zeke, Dean gets pushed back.
Backpedaling further, Dean retreats as Zeke swings a leg up in a
terrifying Chuck Norris like roundhouse!]

Zeke: Son of a bitch!  Those bastards!  Oh, they'll get theirs!
They're gonna get theirs!

[Zeke storms off in an uncharacteristic fit of rage.  Cut to the
announce table.]

FH: Wow, Zeke is losing it!

CL: Zeke Craven is used to being the man in control.  This time,
however, he's had the rug pulled out from under him.  With that and
the issues Livestock and Gutch had earlier tonight it seems almost a
foregone conclusion that at Rise from the Ashes 2, there will be new
Tag Team Champions crowned!

FH: I don't know how he did it but Uncle Jack was able to get the
brothers-in-law a shot at tag team gold already.

CL: It's going to be a war inside that ring at Rise from the Ashes!

FH: So what does this give us for the grand daddy?

CL: We are about to find out as we have our _OFFICIAL_ and final RISE
FROM THE ASHES II ANNOUNCEMENT!

V/O: It's where it all began ...  The Phoenix was risen from the
Ashes.
PVW was placed on the map!  In 2011 we are proud to introduce ...

RISE FROM THE ASHES II ...

# We are going to run this town tonight ... #

[Jay Z - Run this town tonight begins to play ...  As the run down of
the Official RFTA PRESHOW and PPV itself is shown.]


Live on Cable TV ...
RISE FROM THE ASHES II PRESHOW

[Phoenix Tryout Match is seen below the images of two of Phoenix local
talent - Eddie Cassidy v. Carson "Stone" Cutter.

Tag Team Action is seen below the images of The Renegades v Los
Corozones.  Inside the middle of the two men Uncle Sid and Emlyee have
been crossed out.

The Jessica Marshall Challenge has is seen below the images of The
Mercenary and Jessica Marshall with a black shadowed opponent next to
Marshall.

Free TV Main Event - TV Championship Match written underneath the
images of Tommy Ryder and Champion Larry Gionet.]



*** EXPLOSION ***


[As the song fades we now have the Rise From the Ashes II logo ...]

LIVE ON PAY PER VIEW ...

RISE FROM THE ASHES II ...

Grudge Match:
Danny Daniels v. Sinister

V/O: At Shattered Dreams Danny Daniels defeated Sinister and became
the Chi-Town Beast's mentor. Sinister was forced to come out and do
things he was obviously against and not proud of.   While Danny
Daniels claimed to have cured Sinister of his "evil" ways.  Things
unfolded just as everyone expected as Sinister sent Daniels hard on
his head with a chi-town massacre.  Finally once and for all.  At Rise
From the Ashes II these two men will step inside the ring and settle
the score!


Grudge Match:
Chase Williams v. "Paladin" Chris Hartt

V/O:  In what has been dubbed a PVW's original match up.  The first
two champions PVW ever crowned will be stepping inside the ring to
settle a war that has been raging for quite some time.  Chase Williams
has gone back to the Conceited Bastard everyone loved to hate.  And it
looked as if he could regain the PVW World Championship until a
unexpected snag happened.  Now upset and with one thing in mind
destroying anyone who steps in his path - the heart of PVW, Chris
Hartt will stand in his path as he sets out in his quest to regain a
little PVW gold himself!

Fatal Four - PVW Tag Team Championship Match:
Everlasting Hell v. Max and Sal v. Prophets of Rage v. Livestock and
The Gutch [c]

V/O: After what apparently backfired for the champions in their
opportunity to play part in the number one contendership.  The top
three contenders have the chance to walk out of Rise From the Ashes II
as the new tag team champions.  Will Max and Sal continue their hot
streak against the champs?  Can Tom Landis and Perry Fontana put their
differences aside long enough to win some PVW gold together?  Will
Prophets of Rage fulfil their quest in regaining the tag team titles?
Or will Livestock and The Gutch continue their dominance over the PVW
tag division and walk out the Tag team champions?

Respect Match:
"Mr. Blockbuster" Johnny Detson v. "Celtic Crippler" Caleb Foley

V/O: In what has become a match in teaching one another to respect ...
Caleb Foley has taken offense to the words and accusations of Johnny
Detson about PVW.   Detson has taken credit for the problems PVW
encountered right after he brought a lawsuit against the company.
Caleb Foley has bled PVW since the day it opened it's doors.  If there
is one man who can slap a little tradition and PVW into Detson's mouth
it's the Celtic Crippler.

Coal Miners Glove / Scaffold Match - Grudge Match:
"Motor City Madman" William Craven v. "Misery  Machine" Marcus Manson

STIPS NOTE: Match begins inside the ring.  The Coal Miners Glove is
hung above the scaffold.  Winner must use the Coal Miners Glove to win
the match.

V/O: If you take a poll across the wrestling world on the toughest men
to step in the ring you would find William Craven and Marcus Manson
near the top of the list.  These two beast have steamrolled through
most of the Wreslting world.  After Marcus Manson left the Widowmakers
it was William Craven who was looked upon to be the enforcer.  The bad
blood started there and it hasn't slowed down.  Now with Craven back
to marching to his own tune and the last man to win the Blood Bowl he
declared the stipulations to be a scaffold coal miners glove match.
Can Marcus Manson introduce William Craven to a little Misery?  Or
will William Craven become the first man inside the PVW to defeat
Marcus Manson.  Both of these men have made it clear their quest is to
capture the PVW World Championship and a win here would be a huge step
in that direction.

Cage Match - Career versus PVW American Championship:
Hersher von Donkerhardt v. Gibson Hayes [c]

V/O: Gibson Hayes has used PVW as his platform to become the most
despised wrestling in the industry.  With Todd Johnstone at his side
the duo has made wrestler after wrestler's life a living hell.
Hersher von Donkerhardt has been no different.  The Netherlands native
has stood up like nobody else has to Gibson Hayes and you can see the
frustration in Todd Johnstone's eyes.  At RFTA II - HvD's career will
be on the line as he attempts to do what no man has yet been able to
do.  Take that American Championship from Gibson Hayes waist inside a
steel cage!

Loser Leaves Town Legends Match:
"Last American Bad Ass" Alex Martinez v. Doc Holliday

V/O: Doc Holliday and Alex Martinez have spent a career crossing
paths.  Not many active wrestlers today compare to the accomplishments
these two legends have forged.  In Phoenix possibly for the very last
time they will square off and the stakes are as high as they have ever
been.  The loser of this match will have their PVW contract terminated
and they will leave Phoenix not only six figures in the hole, but
knowing that the other man took their PVW career from them!

Buried Alive - PVW World Heavyweight Championship:
"Widowmaker" Rick Marley v. "Outcast" Rob Cole [c]

V/O: It's been a long time coming.  Rick Marley declared war on PVW's
world champion and had the man power to pull it off.  Until Rob Cole
did what he does best and turned the tables upside down in complete
and total chaos.  In what became a controversial piece of footage, Rob
Cole attempted to bury Rick Marley alive.  Of course with a camera
crew and GPS the danger was limited, but the message was loud and
clear.  Rise From the Ashes II ... Mr. Called Shot has returned to
Phoenix to collect what he claims as his.  However he must face the
deranged mind and the skeleton of a man who has made a career putting
his body in the most sadistic matches created.  Will Rick Marley be at
the end of Rob Cole's sick and deranged mind as he attempts to bury
him alive again?

[Fade back to the announcers.]


*** HUGE HELL YEAH POP ***


P - V - W ! ! !   P - V - W ! ! !   P - V - W ! ! !   P - V - W ! ! !


P - V - W ! ! !   P - V - W ! ! !   P - V - W ! ! !   P - V - W ! ! !


P - V - W ! ! !   P - V - W ! ! !   P - V - W ! ! !   P - V - W ! ! !


P - V - W ! ! !   P - V - W ! ! !   P - V - W ! ! !   P - V - W ! ! !


CL: WHOA ... What a night it's going to be and a way to start off the
new year.

FH: 2011 the year of Rick Marley!

CL: We could walk out with a whole set of new champions.  PVW can be
turned upside down and never be the same after Rise From the Ashes II.

FH: Doc Holliday and Hersher von Donkerhardt unemployed.  They will be
digging in the trash with that bum outside the 52nd Street Armory.

CL: Speaking of Doc Holliday we still have one more match to go
tonight.  It's not all said and done.

[A drum roll starts to play over the loud speaker which converts into
"Hail to the Chief."  The crowd gives an immediate negative reaction
realizing who it is.]

CL:  People, its Main Event time!

FH:  It’s so nice to see the man that lets me get my pay check again,
come out here and grace us with his wrestling ability.

CL:  Once again to anyone out there, Johnny Detson is in no way,
shape, or form in control of any aspect of PVW!

FH:  Says the man soon to be unemployed after Johnny Detson hears
this.

[As the music continues to play, out come several college aged people
carrying various items.  One is carrying a large object hidden under a
blanket, another is carrying a briefcase, while yet another is
carrying a large bag.  The last person out has a pencil and a notebook
and is feverishly writing and trying to keep pace.]

CL:  Who are these people?

FH:  There his presidential staff of course, the force behind the
throne.

CL:  You mean some college kids he duped into working for free.

[Finally out from the back strides Johnny Detson, wearing his long
gold tights with black boots and a huge politician smile on his face.
He walks over to the crowd and begins handing out bumper stickers and
pins to the outstretched hands.  While the negative reaction
continues,  people still accept the stickers because hey it’s free.
Detson even manages to stop in front of one member of the crowd and
reaches out to grab a baby.]

FH:  See Johnny Detson is a working class hero, look how he mixes with
the common people.

CL:  This is sick; I think Detson planted that baby in the crowd.

FH:  Watch what you say!  You know how litigious our President and CEO
is!

[Detson smiles for the camera that he makes sure is in front of him
and kisses the baby before handing it back to its mother.  His “staff”
is in the ring now, and Detson then slides into the ring, going over
to consult with his “staff.”]

CL: One thing is for sure with Johnny Detson: he always has a plan.
And he'll need one...

[The creepy solo harmonica open to "Man With A Harmonica" by Ennico
Morricone replaces "Hail To The Chief", and the fans erupt into
cheers!]

CL: ...for this man!

FH: Look, I'm going to tell you this one time.  Though I'll probably
end up reminding you of it repeatedly.  Don't ever underestimate
Johnny Detson.  Even if you're Doc Holliday.

CL: I don't think that's a mistake Holliday is likely to make.  He's
too paranoid to think that way.  And here he comes!

[Indeed, the slender Arizonan emerges from the back, wearing his
trademark black frock coat and slacks, white silk ruffled undershirt,
and black hat.  A shiny gold watch chain dangles from one of his
pockets, and the shiny highlighting from his wrestling boots is also
visible below the cuffs of his slacks.  He bears a hand-carved
mahogany cane, into which are engraved a few emblems of the Old West
(horses, guns, etc), but isn't using it today as he walks the aisle
with outstretched hands... taking in the roar of the crowd.]

FH: Look at Holliday soaking it in!  He knows that his time is just
about up!

CL: It well could be; at Rise Of The Ashes, he knows what is at stake!
Loser Leaves Town against Alex Martinez; while it isn't a 'career'
match per se, being driven out of Arizona wrestling could be the straw
that breaks the back as far as Holliday's career is concenred!

FH: But I think he underestimates just how much it means to Martinez
to be able to say that noone ever forced him to leave anywhere!
Holliday has bizarre logic; we've all see that!  His "Code Of The Old
West" and his insistence that guys like Rick Marley and Xavier Feyr
were still his friends while he was trying to kill them.  He really
thinks that there's more pressure on him because it's his home state,
and so he'll want to win more, which will give him an advantage!

CL: That logic is... borderline crazy, yes.  Alex Martinez' pride is
immense, and I don't think Holliday can make a claim to 'wanting it
more'.  But that's in the future, and the present holds an entirely
different problem.  Detson is an expert technical wrestler with a size
advantage, and nearly as much ring experience as Holliday.  If Doc is
giving Martinez any thought at all, then he'll make a grave mistake;
Johnny Detson requires your full attention.

[Holliday has slowly made his way to the ring, and divested himself of
his to-ring attire as Chip and Fred debate the points.  He is clad in
his typical black full length trunks with shiny metallic gold outlines
of various gambling-and-Western-related objects and paraphenalia
placed all around.  Black-and-gold boots and white wrist tape round
out the ring attire of the bemulleted Holliday.  Doc's light, sandy-
brown wavy hair features the very beginnings of a receding hairline,
though his clean-shaven face is still relatively unmarred... just the
usual scar tissue on the forehead that most wrestlers have.

The music has stopped, and it is time for the introductions.]

 *DING*

HD: THE FOLLOWING CONTEST, SET FOR ONE FALL AND A TWENTY MINUTE TIME
LIMIT, IS OUR MAIN EVENT OF THE EVENING!

INTRODUCING FIRST, TO MY LEFT... FROM HOLLYWOOD, CALIFORNIA...
WEIGHING TWO-HUNDRED FOURTY-NINE POUNDS...

 	J O H N N Y    D E T S O N  !  !

[BOOOOOOO!  Detson points an angry finger at some booing fans and
threatens to have them kicked out.]

HD: AND HIS OPPONENT, TO MY RIGHT... FROM TUCSON, ARIZONA... WEIGHING
TWO-HUNDRED THIRTY-TWO POUNDS...

 	D O C   H O L L I D A Y  !  !

[YAAAAAAAY!  Holliday spins around with his hands held out to his
side, while Detson angrily kicks the bottom rope.]

CL:  Alright!  We are just about to get underway here, as both men
making their way to the center of the ring.  The ref is giving his
instructions... and Detson just turned and walked away!  Detson not
starting the match; instead, he's calling his dubious staff in the
ring!

FH:  Executive privilege Chip, it’s in the Constitution!

[The staff members carrying all of their stuff come back into the
ring, where one of them presents Detson with a microphone.]

Detson:  Doc, we’ve got a lot in common you and I.  We’re both
superstars in the industry.  I mean you... you... won the CL Cup and I
was robbed of the CL Cup... and... and...

[Detson stops for a minute and shakes his head.]

Detson:  Well I guess that’s really it isn’t it.  But Doc, our vast
differences aside, I wanted to take the time out here tonight to thank
you for all you’ve done for the sport and for the PVW.

[Detson stops talking to applaud Holliday, some of the fans, not
knowing what to make of it, start applauding as well.]

Detson:  Over sixty years in the ring, man what an accomplishment!

[Detson continues to clap; Holliday is not amused, nor is the crowd.]

Detson:  And to think, you’ve put it all on the line at Rise From the
Ashes II against Alex Martinez.  I tell you that’s no _SMALL_ order
right there.  There’s a good possibility that you might come up
_SHORT_.  That you’ll put it all on the line and you just won’t
_MEASURE UP_.

[A cocky smirk appears on Detson’s face thoroughly enjoying himself.]

Detson:  There’s a good to great possibility that you’ll lose against
Alex Martinez, and in case that happens, which it probably will, I
wanted to, as President and CEO of PVW, given you a token of our
appreciation on behalf of the PVW.  Cause while you may have never won
a match here, you probably did something or other to help us out, and
we just wanted to stop and give you thanks.

[Detson snaps his fingers, and the first intern comes towards him
carrying a briefcase.  Detson snaps the latches open and swings the
case opens; producing a Mahogany plaque.]

Detson:  First, as a token of appreciation, the PVW, Johnny Detson
President and CEO, would like to present you with this plaque as a
Lifetime Achievement Award for all your fine accomplishments in the
sport!

[Detson goes to hand Holliday the plaque but quickly pulls it away.]

Detson:  Wait a second... that’s not you that’s Val Kilmer.  Or Dennis
Quaid.  You know I always get the two of them confused, either way a
fine actor.  You should be proud to have their picture.

[Detson thrusts the plaque into Holliday’s hands before quickly
reaching in the case for a small card.]

Detson:  This next item is in appreciation of your Lifetime of
Achievements, whatever they may be; it’s a lifetime membership into
the NRA because we know how much you love your second amendment.  Hey
Charlton Heston is dead, who knows huh?  Spokesman of the Year, Doc
Holliday!  That should take some of the sting away from your crushing
defeat, huh, huh?

[Not getting any reaction Detson places the card on top of the plaque
Holliday is holding, and dismisses the first intern calling the next
intern with the blanket over to him.]

Detson:  Of course, we also have these luxurious gifts that we spared
no expense for.  Because when you think of Doc Holliday, the first
thing on everyone’s mind is...

[Detson rips the blanket away to reveal a ...]

Detson:  STEP LADDER!!!

[Yes, the intern is holding a step ladder which Detson takes from him
and places next to Holliday.]

Detson:  That will help you reach the second shelf back on the farm,
and for the top shelf we have...

[Detson snaps his fingers and the intern with the bag approaches.
Detson reaches into the bag.]

Detson:  This claw type thingie that can grab almost any can!

[Detson squeezes the trigger a couple of times as the claw opens and
closes a couple of times inches away from Holliday’s face.  Detson
starts rummaging through the bag a little.]

Detson:  Let’s see what else do we have here... Caleb Foley DVD...
Caleb Foley tee shirt... Caleb Foley hat...

[Detson sheepishly grins.]

Detson:  Yeah listen Doc, I have to be honest with you, the PVW can’t
really move any of this stuff to save their life so we’re trying to
cut our losses by handing it out to anyone who will take it.  But the
other stuff... this is some high quality stuff.

[Detson gives a thumbs up.]

Detson:  And its all for you... provided you lose... you pull a
miracle and win I’m gonna need you to return this stuff... you know
bottom line and all.  Just the PVW’s, Johnny Detson President and CEO,
way of saying thank you Doc!

[Detson goes over and gives a light hearted smack on Holliday’s
shoulder, dropping the Caleb Foley merchandise nonchalantly at his
feet.  Holliday grabs the microphone from Detson, who is a little
taken aback by the move.  Doc is... holding back tears?]

DH: Whut an honor!  Ah'm speechless.

...aw, hell, ain't nevah been speechless.  Mistah Detson, ah wanna
thank ya fer yer movin' tribute ta me.  In fact, if ya don' mind, I
wanna thank all them thet helped me git so far in mah career.

[Detson quirks an eyebrow, as if confused.  Holliday not only doesn't
seem angry, but is behaving as if he doesn't realize the point of
Detson's 'ceremony' was to embarrass and degrade him.  The fans cheer
a bit, because they can just sense what's coming up.]

DH: Ah'd lak ta thank mahself.  Brent Mueller, Tex James, sure sure...
but mainly mahself.  An' one othah man has helped me look real, real
good ovah th' years... an' thet's Johnny Detson!  Give 'im a big hand,
ever'body!

[Now Johnny's really suspicious, as Doc golf-claps for him.  The crowd
boos loudly as they're asked to pay tribute to Detson.]

DH: After all, _year after year_ Johnny Detson has continued ta rate
so low thet Doc Holliday looks lak a megastar jus' bein' anywhar near
him.  Routinely rankin' ovah a hunnerd spots higher than Detson on any
list o' top wrasslers, bein' mentioned as one o' th' greats by those
very people thet ask one of life's philosophical questions: "who's
Johnny Detson?!".  Johnny, some call me a has-been, but without all
th' never-wases inna world, thet honor wouldn't be possible.  Ya
cain't be great without th' fodder ta fill th' ranks.  So, as th'
representative of every wrassler who had some talent but ultimately
couldn't do nothin' with it... ah thank ya.  Y'all gave me warm bodies
ta beat up fer many years.  Ah appreciate it, One-Oh-One!

[Detson’s face starts turning red with anger and embarrassment.  He
storms over to each intern yelling “WHAT DID HE SAY ABOUT ME?” finally
getting to the one with the notepad.  He grabs the pad out of his hand
and reads it over with his face getting redder by the second.  He
finally spikes the pad down and starts jumping up and down throwing a
full-blown tantrum as he screams “NO NO NO!!!”.]

CL:  Well, Detson certainly didn’t like that!

FH:  This is outrageous!  Who does Holliday think he is disparaging
our leader like that?!

CL:  Funny Detson didn’t have a problem when he was doing it to
Holliday.

FH:  I told you Chip, Executive Privilege!

[Detson now storms over to the ref and demands that he make Holliday
apologize to him, which the ref simply won’t do.  Holliday wanders
over and offers an apology... that should have been MISTER One-Oh-One.
Detson begins kicking the rope and then clears the ring of his
interns.]

CL:  Detson is livid!  He’s clearing the ring and demanding this match
be started right now!

FH:  As well he should!  Holliday needs his First Amendment rights
revoked, and our fearless leader is just the man for the job!


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** Heatwave Main Event -                                  **
** Doc Holliday v. Johnny Detson                          **
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CL: Finally!  We're ready to start the... oh, NOW WHAT?!

[Yes, Detson is stopping the proceedings again.  His anger almost made
him overlook a very important thing.  Almost.  Detson points at Doc's
ring attire and shouts "CHECK HIM!"]

FH: You really can't complain about the referee insisting on checking
Holliday for weapons.

CL: I suppose not.

[Holliday snaps his fingers in a "drat" motion, and acquiesces to the
search.  The referee finds brass knuckles, a small piece of steel, a
packet of salt, a wallet...]

Referee: THIS ISN'T EVEN YOUR WALLET!

DH: Ain't mah fault people don't keep they dressin' room door locked.

[...a pair of small scissors, and quarter-stick of dynamite.  The fans
laugh, as Detson makes progressively more shocked faces at each one.
Until he gets to the dynamite, where Johnny goes from shock to fear.]

CL: I think Doc carries these absurd things into matches just to
intimidate his opponent.

FH: "Just" to intimidate him?  You don't know him very well.

[Detson reaches down to one of his interns, and is handed an airport
security metal detector wand.  He marches up to Holliday and the
referee, holing the wand out to the official in charge.]

JD: NO, I MEAN _REALLY_ SEARCH HIM!



CL: AND HOLLIDAY HAS HAD ENOUGH!  Nasty left jab drops Detson, sending
the airport security wand flying!  Johnny's head was turned, and he
was a wide-open target for that shot... Doc is definitely going to
jump if you leave an opening!

FH: More like he didn't want any other weapons being found!

CL: Holliday knees Johnny Detson in the face as he gets to kneeling.
And there are some rights and lefts to the face of the man once known
as the Blockbuster... Doc pushing the pace!  Irish-whip, and a big
back body drop elevates Detson!

[The crowd is cheering big-time for the early flurry of offense, as
Detson scrambles for cover.  He doesn't make it.]

FH: Holliday's too fast for that!

CL: Detson tried to bail out, but was cut off with a snap elbowdrop!
Matchup-wise, you're right.  Size, strength, and technical ability
will go to Detson, but speed, brawling ability, and versatility will
go to Holliday.  Doc with a kick to the ribs, and pulling Detson to
his feet...

FH: Left an opening!  Right hand to the ribcage!

CL: Detson fires off that shot, and shoots in... Holliday
leapfrogging!  AND A SPINNING HEEL KICK FLATTENS DETSON!

FH: Come on, Johnny!  You can't let all those mindgames go to waste!

CL: Holliday turned Detson's attempt to anger him right around.
Detson up, and hiptossed back to the mat.  All Doc Holliday in the
arly moments.  FLYING FOREARM BLASTS DETSON AS HE RISES!  And a cover!

FH: You're not going to get him like that!

CL: Detson kicks out at two fairly easily.  Holliday putting the
pressure on... standing legdrop!  Now hoisting Detson to his feet, and
sending him into the ropes again!  Hiptoss... blocked by Detson!

[Sneering, Detson yanks Holliday from the hiplock into a clothesline
attempt, which Doc ducks.  Holliday dashes off the nearest set of
ropes, and whacks Detson in the mush with a quick, hard kick to the
face!]

CL: YAKUZA KICK!  Detson is stunned!  And Holliday follows up...
PLANTS JOHNNY DETSON FACE FIRST WITH A LEGDROP BULLDOG!

FH: What a horrible start by Detson... he slides out of the ring!
Good move, Johnny!  Take a time out before it gets any worse!

CL: Holliday was going for another cover; you can see that his plan
involved pushing the pace on Detson and trying to pressure him.  No
question about it, Detson has identified that and is walking down the
aisle!  Is he walking out on the match?!

FH: No, he's walking out of the range of a guy who will jump from the
ring to hit you.  Detson's smart, Chip.

[The fans boo Detson's prudence.  Holliday does a little 'boxing'
dance, and then heads over to Detson's interns.  He reaches down,
grabs the blanket that was covering the stepladder, and lays on his
back, covering himself with the blanket to "take a nap".  This draws
some laughter from the crowd.]

FH: Old guys need naptimes, you know.

CL: Detson irate that he's being shown up again, as Holliday is
apparently so unthreatened that he's taking a nap in the middle of the
match.  And that's spurred Johnny to getting back in the ring!

[Detson charges Holliday... who throws the blanket over his head.
Temporarily blinded, Detson runs into the turnbuckle before angrily
yanking the blanket off of his head... and catching another left jab,
which cracks him in the cheek to the approval of the crowd!  Detson's
knees quiver as he falls into the ropes.]

FH: Ugh.  Come on, Johnny!

CL: Holliday in control again, and hooking Detson for a suplex...
nails a vertical suplex!  And now he's going up top!  Holliday waiting
on Detson... flying clothesline... DUCKED!

[With the cheers behind him, Doc swoops down with a clothesline off
the top, but Detson ducks it.  Holliday diverolls to avoid an
embarrassing spill, turns around, and goes to crack Detson in the back
of the head with a spinning heel kick as Johnny boasts about his
agility.  However, Detson's perception is equal to the task, and the
Hollywood native sidesteps the maneuver.  Doc recovers his feet, but
all that running and tumbling has put him a step too slow to do
anything about Detson's answer to all of that...]



FH: _JOHNNYKICK_!  WHERE'S ALL THAT TALK NOW, HOLLIDAY?!

CL: After a brutal superkick like that, talking may be difficult even
for a self-congratulatory person like Holliday!  Detson finally lands
a telling blow, and now the questions are: how much has been taken out
of Johnny Detson, and how much does he have left?

FH: Easy there, Chip.  He took some punishment, but it's early.
Detson's taken much worse than that before.

CL: I suppose that's true.  Detson is blatantly choking Holliday; just
throttling him!  He's letting all of that frustration and anger boil
over!  The referee putting on the count!

FH: You know why he's letting it boil over, Chip?  Because he's
letting it _out_.  Detson's no fool; normally, his MO is to make other
people so angry or frustrated that they make mistakes.  Holliday
turned that around on him, and he's identified that.  And dealing with
it.

CL: Breaking the chokehold at four-and-seven-eighths.  Detson gets
up... THAT WAS VICIOUS!

[The "THAT" which Chip said "WAS VICIOUS"?  Detson stepped on
Holliday's mullet with his left foot, and kicked him in the head with
his right foot.  Being as Doc's head is attached to his hair, it has
no place to go aside from nearly ripping his hair out, making that a
rather painful experience.  The fans boo.]

FH: Nothing wrong with being vicious.  See, Johnny's cooling down now.
He needed to exert some viciousness.

CL: Detson considerably more in control of himself, just as Fred Hoyle
suspected.  Lifting Holliday... backbreaker!  And stretching him out
over the knee now!  Johnny Detson takng advantage of the size and
strength edge he has in the match.

FH: And don't forget his massive height advantage.

CL: It is a well-known 'fact' that Doc Holliday is the shortest six-
foot-one man in wrestling, if you listen to Fred Hoyle.

FH: Hey, you just SAID I was right about why Detson was spazzing out
with that chokehold.  My insight is irreplacable!  And I have it on
very good authority that Doc Holliday is secretly four-foot-two and
wears elevator shoes in the ring.

CL: That's... absurd.

FH: You're right.  No way he breaks the four foot mark.

CL: Well, he's tall enough to punch Detson in the head from the
backbreaker!  Detson trying to lean back in that backbreaker stretch,
but Holliday hits him again!

[Not wanting that to go on much longer, Detson suddenly stands...
without his knee to the lower back, Holliday flumps unceremoniously to
the mat.  'Flump', in case you're wondering, is half-flop and half-
thump.  The man formerly known as the "Blockbuster" immediately drops
a quick elbow across his upper chest, giving him no time to move.]

CL: Good switch-out by Detson, keeping control by breaking the hold at
the right time and following quickly.  Detson scooping up Holliday...



CL: WHAT A GERMAN SUPLEX!

FH: Ha ha!  Did you hear that?  Doc hit the mat like he was shot out
of a cannon!  A cannon that was pointing straight down!

CL: Detson now in complete control, and he is such a sound technician
that he's not likely to make any errors in execution that could give
Holliday an opening!

[Unfortunately, he can make errors in judgement.  Such as now, where
he is going to demand silence from the fans that cheered his German
Suplex because it looked so good.  The show of appreciation is
apparently unwelcome from people who were booing him just moments
ago... and they obediently start booing him again.]

FH: FOCUS, JOHNNY!

CL: Holliday up to his knees... and launches a flying forearm... but
Detson catches him coming with an armdrag into the ropes!  Holliday
hit the ropes and bounced out face-frst to the mat!

FH: Great recovery by Johnny Detson.  These jackos almost cost him by
distracting him, but he's still on top of...

CL: Jackos?

FH: I'm glad you agree with me.  I haven't seen this many jackos in
one place since Halloween.

CL: I don't think that word means what you think that word means.

FH: Detson sitting on the lower back of Holliday, and pulling up on
the arms... a seated surfboard; you don't see that one every day.

CL: Then again, you don't see technical wrestling much these days,
Chip.  People have forgotten how holds work.

FH: This hold is working just fine, as the pain etched on Doc
Holliday's face can attest.  Holliday trying to get his knees
underneath him, but that is much harder han you'd think.

CL: Indeed.  He's managed it, though... Detson transitions to a full
nelson before Holliday can counter the hold!  It's very clear who the
better technical wrestler in this match is.  After all the ridiculous
posturing and gamesmanship, Johnny Detson is one of the best
technicians in the sport; a fact that is all too often lost.  Detson
using the full nelson to get Holliday to his feet... LOOK AT THAT!



FH: RELEASE DRAGON SUPLEX!  BEAUTIFUL!

CL: Detson strutting casually over to Holliday... wasted too much time
before the cover!

ONE...




TWO...


FH: You were right about that!  You need to get right ontop of
Holliday.  He's got that crazy will-to-win where you just about have
to shoot him to pin him.  Lucky for Detson, Doc's a madman and he
probably has his piece somewhere around here for easy retrieval.

CL: Detson with a quick kneedrop.  He's not letting the kickout bother
him; he's back in control of himself.  And he's dominating the match,
much as Holliday did at the outset.  But listen to the crowd!  They
are trying to rally Holliday!

[Crowd: "HOL-LI-DAY!  HOL-LI-DAY!  HOL-LI-DAY!  HOL-LI-DAY!  HOL-LI-
DAY!  HOL-LI-DAY!  HOL-LI-DAY!  HOL-LI-DAY!"]

FH: Nah, Detson's got his focus where it belongs.  Waistlock...
lift... and spins him out into a facebuster!  NICE.

CL: And Detson knows it, too.  Look at him preen.

FH: Oh,come on, Johnny!  Don't drop the focus again!

[Too late.  He's mocking the chant.  He leans over the ropes and yells
"MAKE LIKE NAPOLEON HERE AND CUT IT SHORT, WILL YA?"]

CL: Detson smiling; he's acting hostile but he loves this.  He loves
being on top when everyone wants to see him fail.  It drives him...
but it's driving him the wrong way!  He needs to win first, THEN rub
it in!

FH: Chip, sometimes you really do get it.  Winning and rubbing it in
are the true purposes to life itself.  Along with sex, money, and
bacon.

CL: ...

FH: Detson with a knee to the gut!  Ha, thought that lapse in focus
was going to cost him, didn't you?

CL: I had my hopes.  Johnny twisting Holliday around for the hangman
neckbreaker... but no!  Holiday reversing into a backslide!  Detson's
shoulders are down!

FH: One count only; he wasn't going to... HEY!

[Turns out the purpose of the backslide wasn't to pin Detson.  The
purpose was to get him on his shoulders so that Doc could grab his
legs and slingshot him back into the turnbuckles!  Detson sails chest-
first into the turnbuckles, and his head glances off top of the
ringpost!  The fans cheer the sudden reversal!]

CL: INTO THE POST!  Detson is stunned!  And lucky that his head only
grazed the post instead of smashed into it!

FH: NO!

CL: Holliday getting some much-needed breather room!  Doc shakes off
the cobwebs and now he's back in on Detson!  He had his breather while
Detson was showboating, it looks like!  Stomps the man from Hollywood,
and again!  Holliday picking up Detson, irish-whip... and a flying
forearm connects!  The fans are behind him all the way, as Doc
Holliday has turned it around!

FH: He's still got a long way to go, Chip.  Detson isn't going to fold
like origami when the pressure is applied.

CL: Doc shuffling around, the spring back in his step!  Jab on
Detson... using the right instead of that notorious left!  Again.  And
dancing out of the wayof a retaliation!  Left hook to the ribs and
easily ducking a haymaker by Detson.  BIG RIGHT CROSS FLOORS DETSON!

FH: Oh, now he's just taunting Detson by using THAT punch.  This isn't
Easter, save the Easter Eggs for the DVD!

CL: ...what?!

FH: ...never mind.

CL: Holliday off the ropes... powerdrive elbow, right to the
midsection!

[Riding the wave of energy from the crowd, Doc gets up and swings his
right arm in circles above his head, working up the crowd.  He then
runs off the ropes, and jumps up to use the legdrop bulldog on Detson;
the legdrop to the back of the head while he's kneeling.  But having
already been hit with that this match, the blonde ex-actor reacts by
straightening up, flipping Holliday backwards.  However, Doc is still
extremely agile... he lands on his feet, and starts punching again.]

CL: Detson counters the legdrop bulldog, but Holliday not giving him a
chance to follow up!  Left, right, left, right, and Detson is reeling!

FH: Of course!  Detson has already proven he can wrestle rings arond
Holliday... why wouldn't he resort to this?  COME ON, REF!  That's our
owner in there!  Make Holliday unclench his fists!

CL: He's trying...

FH: He's not crouching low enough to get in Doc's face!

CL: Detson staggers forward, Doc snatches his head, and executes a
perfect swinging neckbreaker!  Shades of Chris Tyler right there!

FH: If that were Tyler's neckbreaker, the match would be over.

CL: Possibly.  Holliday heading to the corner, and he's going up top!
Detson to his feet... FLYING HEADSCISSORS OFF THE TOP BY HOLLIDAY
SENDS DETSON FLYING HIMSELF!

[And how.  Holliday's flying flying headscissors has so much momentum
that Detson hits the mat and skids under the bottom rope, all the way
to the floor!]

FH: Smart move by Detson!

CL: What, allowing the laws of physics to function properly on him?

FH: Exactly.

CL: Whether it was intelligent or fortuitous, Johnny Detson is outside
the ring and has some separation.  What is Holliday doing?

[Doc jumps onto the apron of a side of the ring that is adjacent to
the side Detson is on... and he's crouching down and sneaking towards
the corner post.]

FH: Trying to make his location inobvious!  Detson just got sent
flying; when he gets up and looks for Doc, he first place he'll look
is in the ring.  By the time he sees him...



FH: ...it'll be too late.

CL: HOLLIDAY SWUNG AROUND THE RINGPOST AND CAME DOWN ON DETSON WITH A
FLYING BODYPRESS!  He connected flush, and Detson suspected nothing...
he was heading in that direction to get to the aisle, just as he did
earlier.  This capacity crowd roaring their approval of that maneuver!

[Doc takes a moment to bask in the cheers, and as Detson did before
him he loses his focus on the match.  Doc jumps up on the apron and
raises his outstretched arms to the crowd, causing them to increase
their decibel level yet again.  Then he cups his hand to his ear to
hear this wave of approval... and steps off the apron, whacking Detson
across the shoulders as he has staggered to his feet.  With the elbow
of the arm that is cupped to his ear, of course.]

FH: ...well, if you must showboat, why not showoat and attack at the
same time, I guess.

CL: Doc with an elbow to Detson, and now rolling him back into the
ring.  Holliday on the apron... waiting for Detson to get up...

FH: He'll do the flying forearm and then the legdrop.  Watch.  He does
it every match.

CL: SPRINGBOARD FLYING FOREARM!  And he rolls with the momentum all
the way under the ropes on the other side of the ring, gets up...
SPRINGBOARD LEGDROP!  Fred Hoyle identified the tendency, but Detson
couldn't avoid it!

FH: It's easier to say than do... Johnny has got to get control back
in the next minute, because when Doc does that, he's warming up to
finish it!

CL: Doc dancing around the ring, taking in the energy of the crowd!
Picks Detson up, scoops him over his shoulder!  HERE COMES... ARIZONA
SODBUSTER...

[The running Michinoku Driver II has been a staple of Holliday's
offense for thirteen years.  The problem with that?  Everyone knows
it's coming.  Detson manages to gain the mental control though the
pain he is in to identify his situation, and execute his prepared
counter... he slides down Holliday's back as he runs, and plants him
hard with a reverse DDT!  The tremendous counter deflates the crowd
with a loud AAWWWWWWW, and then they boo him.]

FH: DETSON'S STILL ALIVE!  And that running start Doc uses to plant
the guy down harder... just bit him in the ass, because it added to
the impact of Detson's move, not his own!

CL: Holliday may have been premature in going for the kill, as Johnny
Detson possesses superb stamina.  You need to wear him down more than
most, and Detson now getting to his feet, needing to recover.

FH: But he also needs to get back on Holliday!  You can't hit him with
one move and expect to be in the clear.  Unless, you know, that move
is a Firebomb.

CL: Detson picking up Holliday... and locks in an abdominal stretch!
Not a bad option; he can wear down his opponent and recover himself!

[The referee is asking Holliday if he wants to submit, but Doc shakes
his head no.  He's already working to get his feet under him to
hiptoss Detson off... when suddenly a large spasm of pain stops him
and he releases a loud shout.  The fans quickly raise an outraged
alarm.]

FH: See, Detson's superior mat wrestling skills make this hold more
effective than for most people.  Height also works in your favor; I
used to know a six-ten guy that could get submissions off this. So
Holliday is in big trouble, since to him, EVERYONE might as well be
six-ten!

CL: HE'S USING THE ROPES FOR LEVERAGE!

FH: Oh, sure, use that as an excuse when Doc submits.  I'm just
pointing out the real reasons that the hold is effective; save your
excuses.

CL: The referee checking... Detson let go of the ropes, but come on!
It's not like they started shaking for no reason!

FH: Stiff breeze.

CL: They're metal cables!  And only one is shaking!

FH: Must have been a microburst.  You know, those are extremely
localized and more than capable of moving metal cables.

CL: INDOORS?

FH: Once you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however
unlikely, must be the truth.

CL: Detson has the ropes again!  We've seen it twice, so how can you
say it's impossible?

FH: Simple logic.  PVW is embarrassed that Johnny Detson took it over,
so they need to save face by making him look corrupt, so Occam's Razor
says that is trick photography.

CL: Then stop looking in the monitor and look at the ring!  Besides
which, nothing you just said is sensible or true!

FH: See, the referee is asking Detson if he used the ropes, and Johnny
said no.  Since Detson wants to be a pitchman and do endorsements, it
is not in his best interests to be a liar.  Therefore, it is logical
to assume that he is telling the truth.

CL: I'm going to guess you failed Logic in colege.

FH: How was I supposed to know they'd flunk me just for using one
lousy paper I found in a journal?!  That's unfair, if you ask me.  If
there is a paper about logic, and the paper is good, isn't it logical
to submit that paper and...

CL: DETSON GOT CAUGHT!  The referee finally caught him with his hand
on the ropes, and is putting the count on for him to break!  What...
why is Detson arguing the point?!  He's still holding the ropes!

[The camera picks up Detson's argument: "As President and CEO, it's my
responsibility to test the durability of the ropes during the match to
ensure the safety of all wrestlers!"  The crowd is loudly berating him
for refusing to break.]

CL: ...this is the last match!

FH: Well, there's an arena main event for the fans who paid for a
ticket, but you won't get to see that at home.  Too bad for you, huh?
Come spring for a ticket next time!

CL: Detson finally lets go, and his arguing stalled for another few
seconds there.  The abdominal stretch causes lactic acid buildup in
the abdominal and some of the back muscles; that means it tires those
muscles out, as if the guy in the hold had been exerting effort the
whole time.  So using it like that saps the strength of the opponent.
Detson with the vertical suplex there; Holliday tried to counter it,
but didn't have the oomph to do it because of the hold!

FH: Gee, thanks professor.  How about "it hurts real bad and that's
the point"?

CL: Fans ask these sorts of questions, Fred.  Technical wrestling
isn't as prevalent as it used to be.  Johnny Detson mouthing off to
some fans, before irish-whipping Holliday to the ropes.  Standing
dropkick to the midsection... and a gutwrench suplex followup... and a
roling neck snap follows that!  Nice combo.

FH: Looks like Johnny is turning on the burners.

CL: He stops to pose for the camera... hops up on the second rope...
ELBOWDROP OFF THE SECOND ROPE FINDS THE MARK!  And we have a cover!

ONE...




TWO...



FH: No dice!  You need to hook the trunks.

CL: You mean the leg?

FH: Why go halfway?

CL: Detson lifting Doc up with a front facelock.  Wrenching on the
facelock... backing up to the corner... shifts his grip...

[And when Chip says "shifts his grip", what he means is that Detson
goes from a front facelock to an inverted headlock.  That's when you
hold the neck as if going for a reverse bulldog on the back of the
head.  Which is pretty much what Detson does... jumping on the second
rope, and swinging out into a Tornado Inverted Bulldog!  The fans give
it a respect pop.]

CL: _GRAND FINALE_!

FH: That could do it!

ONE...




TWO...



CL: No, and that time Detson DID hook the leg!

FH: The trunks, Johnny!  The trunks!

CL: Detson had taken the previous kickouts in stride, but that one
seems to have bothered him.  He's accusing the referee of a slow
count!  And the fans of putting him up to it!

FH: He needs to be accusing Holliday of being conscious and DOING
something about it!

CL: Detson lifts up Holliday.  Double underhook... GOING FOR THE
DIRECTOR'S CUT... BUT HOLLIDAY WITH THE BACK BODY DROP!

FH: That double underhook piledriver would have done it!

CL: Detson to his feet... running off the ropes at Holliday...



CL: ...WHO CAUGHT HIM AND PIVOTED WITH THE ELEVATED RYDEEN BOMB!
Waistlock powerbomb, and the fans are cheering this development!  Both
men are down and hurt!

FH: Doc used up whatever energy he had stored up, so Detson can get
back on top of this thing if he can recover first!

[The crowd again starts the "HOL-LI-DAY!" chant, as both men stagger
up at about the same time.  Detson, angry at that, turns to yell at
them first before attacking with a haymaker.  Doc grabs his arm coming
in, gives it an armwringer, and hooks it around Detson's own head for
an Armtwist Cravate Neckbreaker.  Otherwise known as...]

CL: _CANYON RUNNER_!  DETSON GOT PLANTED, AND HOLLIDAY WITH THE COVER!

ONE...




TWO...



FH: Detson kicked out just in time, and I'm wondering if that count
might have been a little fast!

CL: The cadence is consistent, Fred Hoyle!

FH: Are we sure this referee isn't Irish?  He might be in with Caleb
Foley!

CL: Foley wouldn't want to cheat anyone!

FH: You've obviously never met an Irishman.

CL: Holliday up, pulling Detson to his feet, and sends him off with an
Irish-whip...

FH: SEE?!  Proof that there is collusion!

CL: Doc with a spinning heel kick!  Fred, Detson's used the Irish-whip
several times himself!  Are you accusing him of colluding with
himself?

FH: Those were Hollywood-whips.  The difference is in foot positioning
and the movements of the off-arm.

CL: ...

[Doc is walking around the ropes, motioning at the fans... who respond
in kind.  Once they are sufficiently fired up, Doc runs to the ropes,
springboards off the second rope, pivots in mid-air, and brings Johnny
Detson crashing down with a high-flying flipover neckbreaker!]

CL: SPECTACULAR MANEUVER, AND A COVER!

ONE...




TWO...



CL: ANOTHER NEAR FALL!

FH: COME ON, JOHNNY!  Don't let him... DON'T LET HIM DO THIS!

[Doc sticks Detson's left arm through his legs, getting him in
pumphandle position.  IMMINENT FINISHER POP!]

CL: ACE IN THE HOLE COMING UP, AND NOONE HAS EVER KICKED OUT OF THAT,
NOT IN TWELVE YEARS!

[Obviously, such a dangerous finisher immediately flashes through
Detson's mind like a red alert, and he rolls forward to get out of the
pumphandle before Holliday hooks his arm.  The fans react with an
AWWWWW... at least until Detson gets to his feet and is popped with
another loud left jab.]

CL: Detson escaped the Ace In The Hole attempt, but got decked for his
troubles!

FH: Why don't referees get on his case about that jab?!  It's a closed
fist, he uses it ALL THE TIME, and never gets so much as a cross look
from an official!

CL: Holliday hooking Detson in suplex position... COULD BE GOING FOR
THE OLD WEST LYNCHING!

FH: INSIDE CRADLE!  OUT OF NOWHERE!

ONE...




TWO...




THR...NO!

FH: HE GOT HIM!

CL: HE _ALMOST_ GOT HIM!

FH: That was three!

CL: It was not!  And Detson had a handful of trunks anyway!

FH: Dammit... okay, next time, use the ropes, Johnny!

CL: Detson gets up and uses his bootlaces to rake Holliday's face!  It
was quick thinking on is part to counter the Old West Lynching, and
regain a foothold here.  Now Detson putting Doc's neck on the second
rope, and kneeling on him to choke him!  Come on, ref!

FH: He's counting, he's counting.

CL: This one can go either way; both men have hit some big moves.
Detson lifting up Holliday... hooks the arms... _DIRECTOR'S CUT_!  HE
HIT IT!

[The fans boo vehemently as Detson spreads his arms in a relieved "I
finally won" motion, laying on the mat after using the double
underhook piledriver on Holliday.]

FH: THAT'S IT!  So much for the dramatic loser-leaves-town showdown of
legends, Chip!  Holliday couldn't even make it there without losing!

CL: He has to pin the man first!  Detson congratulating himself first,
and THEN covering!

FH: FEET ON THE ROPES, BABY!  IT'S OVER!

ONE...





TWO...





THR...NO!

FH: WHAT THE HECK?!

CL: HOLLIDAY KICKS OUT, AND DETSON CAN'T BELIEVE IT!

FH: Fine, fine.  I hate to have to resort to this, but drastic
measures are obviously needed.  Johnny... the trunks AND the ropes!
Noone ever kicks out of that!

CL: Well, I was thinking more along the lines of Detson hitting his
finishing move.  He hasn't attempted it yet.

FH: Not a bad idea, Chip.  Thanks for contributing!

CL: Detson pulls Doc up... suplex position... AND I THINK HE HEARD ME!

[Detson lifts Holliday and, brings his legs down on the ropes for the
slingshot.  Doc bounces off the top rope, but instead of Detson
executing the Sell-Out, Holliday jabs a thumb in his eye, and swings
behind him with a falling-forward reverse DDT using the slingshot
momentum!  The fans go crazy for the spectacular counter!]

CL: DETSON WENT FOR THE __SELL-OUT__!  BUT HOLLIDAY COUNTERED INTO THE
INVERTED DDT!

FH: He stole that counter from Detson; that's how he got out of the
Sodbuster earlier!  Except Holliday doesn't even do that move right...

CL: Detson is laid out, and Holliday rolling to the ropes to recover!
Back and forth, big move after big move!  There's no way this can go
on much longer!

FH: You got that right!  But Detson's getting up!  See, Johnny could
slap on holds to recover while hurting the other guy.  If Doc tried
that on Detson, he'd get countered!  SO Johnny's got the edge!

CL: But you're discounting the quickness edge!

FH: What does that have to do with...

[As Fred and Chip chatter about it, Detson tries to clothesline
Holliday.  The Arizonan sidesteps, spins around Detson, and as Johnny
frantically turns around to find his man, Doc runs, hooks his head and
arm with one arm and jams his forearm up against the California
native's windpipe with the other... lifts and takes him straight down
with a sitout side slam... with the forearm in the throat.]

CL: SINCE YOU ASKED; HOLLIDAY WITH THE _ARIZONA SANDSTORM_!

FH: Me and my big mouth!

CL: Holliday isn't going to stop there!  He wraps up the arm... LA
MAJISTRAL!  THE SHOULDERS ARE DOWN!

ONE...




TWO...



THRE... NO!

FH: OH GOD THAT WAS CLOSE!

CL: THE FANS EXPLODED, BECAUSE THEY THOUGHT IT WAS OVER!  But Detson
did kick out in time!  Holliday up and a bootscrape to Detson's
forehead keeps control!

FH: No good, no good!

CL: Holliday picking Detson up... and lifts him in the Argentine
Backbreaker!  There's only one place he can be going with this!

FH: COUNTER IT, JOHNNY!



FH: ...THAT IS _NOT_ COUNTERING IT, JOHNNY!

[Cheers fill the arena as the inverted Go 2 Sleep connects!  Doc rams
his knee into the back of Detson's head as he drops him off of his
shoulder, sending Johnny rolling across the mat with the impact!]

CL: _ARIZONA HEATFLASH_!  HOLLIDAY HAS GONE AT HIM WITH EVERYTHING IN
HIS ARSENAL, AND THAT HAS TO BE IT!  HOOKS THE LEG!

ONE...





TWO...




THREE...


[HUGE POP!]

FH: HIS FOOT IS ON THE ROPES!  REF!  _REF_!

CL: HE SAW IT!  DETSON STUCK HIS FOOT OUT ON THE BOTTOM ROPE AT THE
COUNT OF TWO!  HOLLIDAY THINKS HE HAS WON!

[The fans are very loud, but they're not so much cheering as trying to
warn Doc.  Holliday, wrapped up in his self-image, pumps his fists in
the air and does a little dance.  Then he hears the cries of
warning... and does the only thing that makes sense to him; he looks
around for Alex Martinez.]

CL: Holliday has figured out that something is wrong, but he has
misconstrued what it is!

[Doc goes to the aisle, and signals someone.  The camera pans to...
The Mercenary?]

FH: Hey!  What is he doing here?

CL: Guard duty, it looks like!  Doc must have hired him to watch for
Martinez!  Merc is trying to warn Holliday... noone is coming, he has
to turn around!



FH: AND HE TURNED INTO A _JOHNNYKICK_!  I LOVE IT!

CL: WHAT A MAJOR MISTAKE BY HOLLIDAY!  AND DETSON IS TAKING FULL
ADVANTAGE!  GOING UP TOP!

[Johnny stops on the top rope, facing outside.  He sweeps his finger
across the crowd (even ch...never mind) and tells them all "I TOLD YOU
I WOULD WIN" before leaping backwards, twisting into an amazing 180-
degree senton bomb!]

CL: THE _SHOWSTOPPER_!  DETSON HIT IT!  DETSON HIT IT!

FH: COVER HIM!

[Detson gets up, kicks Holliday in the gut to roll him a bit closer to
the ropes, and then goes for the cover... with trunks pulling AND feet
on the ropes this time!]

ONE...





TWO...





THRE... NO!

FH: WHAT NO!  HOW COULD THAT HAVE FAILED?!

CL: HOLLIDAY GOT THE SHOULDER UP, AND DETSON IS IN FULL-ON TEMPER
TANTRUM!  WHAT IS IT GOING TO TAKE?!

[Detson gets up, suddenly calms down, and nods to himself.  As if he
now knows what he must do.]

FH: Whatever it is, Johnny just figured it out.  Watch this, Chip.
It'll be the end for sure.

[Detson runs off the ropes... past Holliday and off the far ropes...
steps on his face, and comes down with a no-flip senton across the
chest.  He then hooks his thumb at himself and shouts: "JOHNNY DETSON
STYLE"!]

CL: ...

FH: IT'S OVER!  NOONE GETS UP FROM THE JOHNNY DETSON STYLE SENTON!

CL: ...

[He leans back for the lazy cover.]

ONE...


CL: Holliday kicks out at one, and Detson again throwing a fit!
He's... yelling about a slow count?!  He only got ONE!

FH: I don't think Doc Holliday has anything left after being hit with,
quote me, the best senton in wrestling.

CL: ...am I missing a punchline or something?

FH: You seriously need to get out more, Chip.

CL: Detson hoisting up Holliday, and moving him to the ropes.  Looks
like another try for the Sell-Out... Holliday blocks it!  A shot to
the ribs... Holliday hooks Detson's legs!  He's going for the Old West
Lynching!  But Detson blocks it!  Haymaker by Detson misses... Doc
with a waistlock... runs him into the ropes... ROLLING REVERSE CRADLE!

ONE...




TWO...



FH: DETSON REVERSES!


ONE...





TWO...



CL: HOLLIDAY RE-REVERSES AND BRIDGES IT!


ONE...




TWO...


FH: DETSON SLIDES OUT, GRABS DOC'S TRUNKS, AND CRADLES HIM!

ONE...




TWO...


CL: HOLLIDAY SCISSORS HIS ARM, AND TWISTS HIM OVER INTO A CRUCIFIX
CRADLE!


ONE...



TWO...


CL: DETSON GETS HIS FEET UNDER HIM... AND PULLS HOLLIDAY UP INTO A
FIREMAN'S CARRY!  DEATH VALLEY DR... HOLLIDAY COUNTERS WITH A SMALL
PACKAGE!


ONE...


TWO...


CL: DETSON REVERSES!


ONE...



TWO...


CL: HOLLIDAY KICKS OUT AND STANDS UP WITH DETSON STILL IN HIS ARMS...
AND BLASTS HIM WITH THE __ARIZONA SODBUSTER__!  HE DROVE HIM RIGHT ON
HIS HEAD WITH IT!  THAT HAS TO BE IT!

ONE...



TWO...



THREE...


FH: DETSON KICKED OUT!





[The fans erupt as the bell rings!  Holliday stands up, arms raised in
victory, as Detson kicks the mat, having kicked out a fraction too
late!]

FH: BULL!  DETSON KICKED OUT!

CL: I... I thought he got out in time myself!  Incredible showing by
Johnny Detson, but in the end, that Arizona Sodbuster claimed another
victim!

FH: The Sodbuster claimed a victim?!  I'll tell you who claimed a
victim!  THE CONSPIRACY!

CL: Fred...

FH: Don't "Fred" me!  IT'S A GRAND CONSPIRACY AND THIS IS JUST ANOTHER
EXAMPLE OF HOW EVERYONE IN THE SPORT IS OUT TO GET JOHNNY DETSON!

CL: Let's go up for the official word...

[Detson is slamming hisfist into the second turnbuckle, clearly irate
at having been pinned.  Doc is leaning in the opposite corner with a
big grin on his gold-toothed face.  Herk Douglas gives the
announcement.]


HD: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN...  ___THE TIME LIMIT HAS EXPIRED___!

THE RESULT OF THIS MATCH:  ___A DRAW___!


[The fans boo the shock ending... Detson DID kick out after all!
Johnny looks around in shock for a moment, then starts thumping his
chest proudly.  "I knew it all the time!", he says to the camera.
Holliday puts his hands on his hips and sighs.  He kicks the bottom
rope in frustration.]

FH: ...CONSPIRACY!

CL: What... WHAT?  Detson didn't get robbed!  In fact, that was an
incredible showing, and a great match!  That could only improve his
stock!

FH: Draw nothing, Detson won on points!

CL: There are no points!

FH: SEE?!  CONSPIRACY!

CL: A fantastic match between two great competitors!  But you must
wonder; Doc Holliday was heavily favored to win this match, which was
preparation for Alex Martinez at Rise From The Ashes in the Loser
Leaves Town match!  He was looking for a big win to give him the
momentum, but that didn't happen!  He failed to defeat Johnny Detson;
will he be ready for Alex Martinez?!

FH: No!  Holliday was an idiot to think this would help him!  Detson
is nothing like Martinez; they are totally different wrestlers!  But
think about Detson, and his match with Caleb Foley!  Foley and
Holliday have similar styles; both are high-flyers.  Foley is more of
a technician, Holliday is more of a brawler, but Detson can outwrestle
Foley anyway... so he just prepped himself for the pay per view by
giving a similar wrestler with a much bigger trophy case all he could
handle!  Johnny Detson is the real winner here!  If you can go head-
to-head with Holliday on even terms, you're world class; he just
proved it!

CL: I'd agree on that point!  Detson is at ringside, boasting to the
fans... he's claiming they cut the match short to protect Holliday!

[The camera cuts to the Mercenary, who enters the ring carrying his
Haliburton.  He claps Doc on the shoulder in a show of support.]

CL: Let's get a camera up there... the Mercenary has been acting very
mysteriously the past year, targeting Jessica Marshall in a variety of
ways, both petty and serious.

FH: Duh.  Holliday's employing him.  Obviously.

CL: You'd think Holliday would rub that in.  That's his style.
ANyway, let's see if we can pick up their conversation!

[The camera is in tight, picking up a conversation already in
progress.  Merc is standing next to Doc as Holliday is hands-on-knees
catching his breath after a grueling 20 minute match.]

Mercenary: ...so it looks like the plan worked.  Martinez hasn't been
seen by my spotters since I paid off the limo driver to get lost.

DH: Figgers he'd wanna go git food inna middle of a show.

Merc: One last thing to wrap up here.  My main employer... the one who
has really been paying me most of the year... gave me a message to
give to you.

DH: Yer main... huh?



[The crowd boos loudly as Merc creams Doc in the head with the
Haliburton!  Holliday drops like a rock, and Merc stands over him with
a smile.]

Merc: Nothing personal.  Let's do business again some time.

DH: [on the mat in pain] ...dagnabbit, yer employer's an asshole!

[Merc walks away chuckling as a semiconscious Holliday checks his face
to see if everything is still there.]

CL: WHAT WAS THAT ALL ABOUT!?

FH: I... I don't know!  I thought Holliday was the one Mercenary's
been working for all this time!  He's been tormenting Jessica Marshall
all year, it was only natural that he was working for Holliday...
right?

CL: That's... there is someone _else_!  Someone else has been
manipulating things through the Mercenary!

FH: Whoever it is, he has to be loaded!  I couldn't hire Merc for a
day, let alone a whole year!

CL: Folks we are out of time, but what a night.  We will see you in
2011 and RISE FROM THE ASHES II!!!!