[Open backstage inside the 52nd Street Armory.  Chaos of some sort has
occurred backstage.  The camera does a quick survey as it becomes
obvious that some sort of altercation occurred.

Tables have been knocked over.  Their contents spread all over the
floor.  We pick up a figure laying motionless on the floor.  Trainers,
back stage agents, and EMT's rush to the scene.]

PVW Official: Who is it?

[EMT's begin wiping the blood from the individuals face.  The fallen
wrestler is "Highlight" Chance McKenzie.]

PVW Official: What happened?

PVW Backstage Agent:  We aren't sure yet.  We didn't have cameras
rolling.

EMT: Chance ... Chance ... Can you hear me?

[McKenzie appears to be completely knocked out.  EMT's begin checking
his vitals.]

PVW Backstage Agent: This isn't good at all.  He is actually set to
wrestle in our opening match.

PVW Official:  How about a little concern his health is at question
right now.

PVW Backstage: Hey I leave that for somebody else.  My job is to make
sure the matches happen when they are suppose to happen.  We all have
a job to do here tonight.

EMT: Can both of you argue and discuss this elsewhere please?

[The EMT's continue to check over the fallen wrestler as the camera's
zoom in as the PVW employee's walk over and continue discussion.]

PVW Official: What are we going to do?

PVW Backstage Agent: I'm not sure yet.

PVW Official: Any idea who did this?

PVW Backstage Agent: I can only assume the Mercenary.

PVW Official: Or perhaps the man who is paying him?

PVW Backstage Agent: Your guess is as good as mine at this time.  I
need to figure out what we are going to do about the opening match.
Can you go make sure Jessica Marshall is aware of what just happened?

[At the mention of Jessica Marshall's name both of the men's face go
white.  Without saying anything both men take off down the hallway.
And in the opposite direction, we see a small furry creature scramble
away with what looks to be a wallet clenched in its teeth.

Fade.]

[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 packed welcome back crowd is 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.   Detson is the President of PVW's bathroom / Need
more Eggfarts / Fontana is my Cousin / Foley Fan For Life / I'm next
to stupid / Marley fears Doc / Senor Cloak Dos stole my mask / I was
hit by the snot shot of doom / Bring the Kleenex of Hope! / Nevermind
ate my food /  I saw a zombie his name is The Biz / Max and Sal both
slept with my sister ... and my mom. 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.  "It's My Life" by Bon Jovi
suddenly blasts over the PA system as the crowd turns ugly.  PVW
Champion "The Last Widowmaker" Rick Marley appears at the top of the
entry ramp, the World Title Belt hanging casually over his left
shoulder.  The dark haired cruiserweight is wearing an emerald green
silk button up shirt, a pair of black dress pants, and black shoes
with a high shine.  He's sporting a bandage on his forehead, and
appears to have some sort of wrap around his ribs from the awkward way
his shirt moves as he strides down the aisle towards the ring,
ignoring the taunts, jeers and occasional thrown food item from the
fans in attendance.

Arriving at ringside, he pauses, looking around, then down at the belt
on his shoulder and smiles before climbing the steps and going through
the ropes into the ring.

As the boos cascade down on him, Marley looks out into the crowd, a
self-satisfied smirk etched on his face as he produces a wireless mic
from his back pocket.]


RM: I'd like to say that I'm sorry to disappoint you people, but it'd
be a lie...

CL: Folks welcome to Heatwave.  We were cut off in our opening segway
by the new PVW World Champion who I must say is classless to the end!

FH: Quiet, Chip...you don't want him to call you in there like he did
last time, do you?

RM: The funny thing is, I TOLD you all EXACTLY what I was going to do:
come and claim MY belt.  You doubted me, you laughed at me, and you
looked forward to Rob Cole tearing me limb from limb...but in the end,
I lived up to my word...

And I became your champion.

[He says the last with a huge shit eating grin on his face as the
crowd boos, full throat, complete with an 'asshole' chant.]

RM: Y'know, I'm glad that I stopped giving a damn what you people
though of me years ago.  All it ever did was hold me back and slow me
down.  This belt is the culmination of my career.

I've paid for it in blood, sweat and tears.

I've made deals with the devil and turned on my own brother to make
sure that I'd be in a position to stake my claim to it...and when I
had my slot, I held on with both hands and I put the FORMERLY most
feared man in PVW in the damned ground to get it.

I've lied, cheated and stolen...and I'd do it again, because this
proves what I've been telling you all for years:

I am, quite simply, the single greatest competitor in the wrestling
world today, bar none...and this belt here proves it.

I...


[...am not going to get through that sentence.  He is cut off by a
harmonica... a creepy harmonica, the open to "Man With A Harmonica"
from "Once Upon A Time In The West" by Enrico Morricone.  The mic
drops from Marley's face, a scowl taking the place of the cocky smirk
that resided there only a moment ago as the fans explode in cheers!

Wasting little time in heading from the back to the ring is none other
than the official Number One Contender, Doc Holliday.  He is wearing
his traditional attire; a frock coat, silk ruffled dress shirt, black
slacks, and black hat.  The tips of his wrestling boots can be seen,
as he does have a match tonight, and he's carrying his mahogany hand-
carved cane.  Holliday power-limps to the ring, but Marley does not
wait for him to arrive, or for the music to stop.]

RM: Convenient, Doc...you wait for a damned year and NOW you're gonna
show up...once there's a title on the line?  Friggin' typical self
aggrandizing move from the supposed hero.

[As Marley speaks, Holliday moves forward unimpeded.  His facial
expression has a faint smile on it as he heads up the ringsteps and
into the ring.]

RM: Tell me something, Holliday, did you file paperwork for a title
match right after you finished off Martinez, or did you wait a whole
day out of respect for your supposed protege?

[Holliday is unhurried and casual, letting Marley rant.  But the more
Rick says, the wider his smile grows.  Finally, he reaches into his
frock coat, to an inside pocket... Marley stops suddenly, ready to
dive out of the ring.  But what he pulls out of his pocket isn't a
firearm, but a wireless microphone.  He flicks it on and looks up to
the champion, clear amusement in his eyes.]

DH: Ya done yet?

RM: Nah...I'm just gettin' warmed up...but I can pause for a minute.

DH: See, Rick, ya proved a lot ta a lotta doubters.  But ya made one
or two... hell, more lak a dozen... errors in assump-shin.  Thet's
classic Rick Marley, mind.  Always assume ever'body doubts ya, looks
down on ya, is talkin' behin' yer back, thinks yer too small, this,
that... it's got old, Rick.  An' it was yer biggest mistake.  Th'
biggest reason why yer in th' spot yer in.

RM: I'm afraid getting pinballed around by Martinez scrambled what's
left of your brains, cowboy.  What in the blue hell are you talking
about?

DH: Th' biggest mistake ya made is this: ya didn't realize thet one
person... one man in PVW _always_ believed in ya.  An' thet'd be me.

[Marley's expression turns to one of abject confusion.  And the
confusion is mixed with worry.  The fans quiet down, not knowing what
to make of what Holliday just said.]

FH: Oh no, Holliday's not making any sense!

CL: Why does that worry you?

FH: When he stops making sense, that means he knows something nobody
else knows!

RM: What are you talking abut, Holliday?  Is it time to reveal
something touching about my mom, like an after school special?

DH: Ah allus knowed you was gonna win th' PVW World Champ-eenship
eventually.  Ah knowed you'd do anythin', expend any resource, an' git
thet belt at any personal cost ta yerself.  In fact, ah was countin'
on it from th' second day ah walked inta PVW.

RM: What do you mean the SECOND day?

DH: Recall.  Recall mah first night in.  Ah hung ya by yer neck.  It
cain't be thet hard ta remembah.

[Marley rubs his throat, frowning, but obviously thinking furiously.]

RM: Attempted murder sticks out, Doc...and gets added to the list.  I
remember.

DH: Ah hoped ah'd git enough surprise ta injure yer neck b'fore anyone
got thar.  It's whar most of th' damage is done in a hangin', ya
know... th' drop.  Ah wuz hopin' fer a quick cheap out, but it didn't
happen.  Ya had a fast crew.  So on day two, ah set back an' assessed
th' situa-shin.

Ya had a posse.  Four men, four tough men who were ta come between any
threat an' yerself.  Ya had Bill Craven out ta git ya already.  Ya had
yer Called Shot, an' all ya needed was yer moment an' room ta breathe.
Craven wasn't gonna give ya none o' thet, so ya had no choice but ta
git rid of 'im.  An' Bill... he's awful direct, ain't he?  So ah saw
thet ya had set up a defensive posi-shin, jus' lak I taught ya.
Craven went straight at ya. He went through yer gauntlet, jumped
through yer hoops... an' we all saw how thet ended, didn't we?  In
short... he couldn't win.

Ah knew thet from th' start, because ah've used th' same tactics.  An'
ah saw thet if ah went at ya lak he did?  Same thang would happen.  Ah
couldn't win thet way.  Ya started it immediately with Xavier Feyr...
ya knew he wan'ned ta fight me, an' ya knew he don't take no fer an
answer, an' don't suffer bein' put off.  If ah hadda run through all
th' Widowmakers, an' chase ya down lak a dog chasin' a car?  Ah'd end
up lak a dog chasin' a
car... either empty-handed or roadkill.  So ah used Xavier ta start
mah own plan.  Mah own path ta Rick Marley.  An' all ah hadda do was
win matches an' go aftah top names.  Which ah did.

Why do ya think ah picked a fight with Alex Martinez?  Why do ya think
ah distanced mahself from where folk would wanna interfere 'gainst me?
Fer two years, ah set mah sights on mah own ultimate goal... ta be th'
Numbah One Contendah.  It wasn't a tool ta piss of Martinez an'
Marshall... it was _the whole point_ of pissin' off Martinez an'
Marshall.  Ah knowed ah could talk SSN inta namin' me Numbah One
Contendah ta make our match hot!  Ah knew thet when we hadda match,
whoevah won Holliday vs Martinez would be legitimate in line fer th'
World Title.

An' ah knew you'd have it by then... ya had everythin' ya needed an'
yer path was clear.  Ah showed ya th' pattern years ago.

But ah knew one othah, very important thang... somethin' ya DIDN'T
learn from me, but ya should have.  Ah knew, in point of fact, thet
when ya finally did win thet title?

You'd hafta spend EVERYTHANG ta git it.

[Marley's brow furrows, as he is apparently beginning to see where
Holliday is going with this long and indirect line of logic.  He does
not seem very happy about it.]

DH: When ah ran Widowmakers back in th' day, how many of us had
titles, Rick?  Go on, how many?

RM: ...we all did.

DH: Because why, Rick?

RM: ...

DH: Because AH MADE SURE OF IT!  Rick Marley, ya fergot th' single
most important thang of runnin' a stable: YOU AIN'T TH' ONLY ONE IN
IT!  Mark Manson saw it first... he knew you was thinkin' of ever'one
only as pawns an' shields.  He knew ya wasn't gonna give him a sniff,
or help him git his.  An' slowly, th' othahs figgered it out too.
Feyr had no direck-shin, th' Made Men was afterthoughts ta you... one
by one, ya run 'em all off,
Rick.  An' now who ya got?  Who ya gonna throw in mah way ta stop me?
An' how kin ya make me jump through hoops ta git a match ah already
got?

RM: Craven's still around...and don't think for one second he won't
want to hang your carcass on his trophy rack!  He...

DH: Ain't ya lissened ta a word Bill's said?!  His goal right now is
ta win... YER TITLE!  An' mah goal?  Is yer hide on a shelf.   Now,
tell me why ag'in he'd stop me from doin' ta you whut ya done ta
Tucson?  Ah'd probly git disqualified, ya know.  Damn lucky break fer
whoevah got th' next shot aftah me, ya think?  Regardless, one thang
is fact...

Rick Marley, you WILL face me, one on one, with no help, no tricks, no
condi-shins... an' they ain't a damn thang ya kin do about it!

[The crowd starts cheering, taunting Marley as the champ looks around
him, his glorious plan revealed as somewhat less than he'd hoped as
Doc just stands back and smirks, apparently quite pleased with
himself.]

CL: Oh my... Doc Holliday has been setting Rick Marley up this whole
time!

FH: I... He...  Wha...

CL: Sometimes Holliday seems crazy or contrary... but in the end,
there's always a method to his madness, isn't there?

FH: But... He... How...

RM: You...you're saying you f[BLEEP]ing PLAYED me?!?!?

DH: Yup.

[Marley seems to be struggling for an answer to this, while Holliday's
grin has grown to Cheshire-esque proportions.  The fans are cheering
the champion's frustration... until...]

FH: What... whose music is that?!

[And here comes the Scottish kinderpunk! The PVW faithful have no idea
who is supposed to be making their way out to Bis's "Everybody Thinks
that They're Going to Get Theirs" off of The New Transistor Heroes.
They were expecting someone, though, and no one has come out of the
backstage area.]


# You see them looking on with interest
# And someone says it's the start of a contest
# They only want to be like you
# They only want to be like you


[As noone is coming out, Holliday turns his gaze from the entranceway
back to Marley.]

DH: Oh, hired some new meatshields, did ya?

RM: (shaking his head and frowning) Anybody I hired would have come
out WITHOUT the music and jumped you in that hour and a half walk you
took to get down here...

DH: Ah'd hope so.

# They dance around and shout about it
# Until they finally get their own bit
# They only want to be like you
# They only want to be like you


[You all know this was going to happen: from the front row of the
audience, surrounded by people that cannot stand him, is an incognito
Gibson Hayes. Wearing a Detroit Tigers baseball cap, silver aviator
shades, baggy cords and a Tigers jersey (Lou Whitaker), the former
Double Champion, former American champion, former Network champion,
longest holder of gold in PVW and the best homegrown wrestler from
PVW's roster makes his way to the announcer's table, tussling Chip's
hair and giving Fred a thumbs up. Gibson finds himself a microphone
while one last bit of song plays.]


# So you should something new, everyone stares
# Everybody thinks that they're gonna get theirs
# And they cut off your hands, no one really cares
# Everybody thinks that they're gonna get theirs


[Gibby looks first at Marley, then at Holliday. Another glance at
Marley and then another look at Holliday. The Last, Best Hope for a
Brighter Future and Better Tomorrow scoffs.]

GH: Really, this little tete-a-tete is all fine and dandy but couldn't
you two have done it in the locker room so the rest of us don't have
to choke back vomit on your forbidden lust for one another?

[Marley doesn't reply...just crosses his arms and leans against the
top rope with his left eyebrow raised as he looks down on Gibson.
Holliday's expression has gone cold.  It's that impassive stare he
gives, normally when about to do something horrible to someone.  But
as for Gibson?]

DH: Real funny you should say that... _kid_.

RM: You're giving him too much credit.  Go back to the baby pool,
Hayes...I'm sure there's an infomercial spokesman job with your name
on it...

[Marley makes a 'shooing' motion as the fans cheer for the dismissive
assessment of Gibson Hayes as a human being.]

GH: That's the best you have? Really?

DH: Do ya prefer _boy_?

GH: I knew you were a hick, but Jeebus...

DH: No, ya look like a spoiled brat who don't have a real good memory.
Ah seem ta recall warnin' ya this would happen.  Ah warned ya, an'
warned ya... but ya jus' plugged yer ears an' spit out mindless
insults, lak always.

GH: Go on, get to the point.

DH: Thet match ya men-shin'd.  Whar ya claim ya beat me?

GH: If I recall, it says Gibson Hayes [d] Matthew Holliday. I beat
you.

DH: No, kid.  No, ya didn't.  Th' six-person collective of you, Xavier
Feyr, Bubba Hayes, Todd Johnstone, an' two random mooks with tasers
beat me.  Via electrocu-shin, as ah recall.  Ah warned ya fer weeks
thet ya had one shot ta prove ya could Main Event in this biz-ness.
One chance ta show ya could be worth somethin' on yer own.  An' ya
blew it.  Ya took yer easy six-on-one win, on account of ya couldn't
see no further than th' end of yer nose.  Ya took it an' said all ya
keered about was keepin' yer belt.  So... how'd thet work out fer ya?

[A roll of the eyes.]

Oh, thet's right.  While I was pinnin' Alex Martnez, an' Marley was
buryin' Rob Cole... you was passin' out in th' arms of Herscher von
Donkerhardt.  An' now yer on th' outside lookin' in.  Ya REALLY think
th' brass wants YOU ta git a title shot, when ya had them othah belts
fer mosta two years an' STILL nevah proved nothin'?  It was yer choice
ta do it thet way!  So ya wanna be a Main Event man NOW?  Then ya
bettah do whut ah told ya ya hadda do over a year ago, junior.  Learn
ta fight yer own fights... an' by th' way.  Remembah thet lil accident
Bubba Hayes had with a cinder block las' year?  An' ya ain't heard
much from Pat or Orel, have ya... since th' mysterious car wreck they
had couple weeks after our match?

Be a damn shame if somethin' happened ta th' "Future Of America"...

...inevitable as it is.

[A somber Hayes takes in those words from Holliday... and then shrugs
his shoulders.]

GH: Sure, what ever lets you cling on to that tattered ego of yours.
Hearing you, someone who crowed on about doing what it takes making an
about face like that to me? Wow, talk about trying to have your urinal
cake and eating it too.

[Marley simply leans back and crosses his arms, watching the exchange
as the next generation Hayes pauses then smiles wide.]

GH: But, don't make up stories, mmmkay Mattikins? You are trying to
play both sides of the fence and, alas, you know almost as well as I
do that it is the final result. Either way, all I hear from you is
yapping to cover your tracks. You can try to play the pride card or
the crap about the code of the chodes of the west or whathave you; it
makes no difference. You told me nothing and if your little ego-weego
can't take the bruising you ought to join your pal Alfred Molina or
whatever out that door. Matthew, you're a loser. Gibson Hayes defeats
Matthew Holliday. Nothing will change that outcome so learn to live
with it like your gimpy leg and chronic jumble jaw.

DH: So if ah'm a loser on account of six people beat me, how're you a
winner when ya got put out by jus' one?  Git th' hell outta here.

[Gibby blows a kiss to Holliday (taking a page from a certain
someone's playbook) then Gibson waves off Doc as he stares at Marley.]

GH: As for you, Lamelight, Snotlight, Douchelite, Lightintheloafers,
whatever you call yourself now; Rick, that belt is mine. Keep it warm
for me because in your heart of hearts you know that both of you only
exist as necessary speed bumps on the Gibson Hayes Road to the Triple
Crown Gold Tour 2011. I'm done now and have some loser to humiliate
later tonight, so you two can go back to reciting poems or what ever
the hell it was you were doing.

[Marley un-crosses his chest and stands on the bottom rope, glaring
down at Gibson.]

RM: As much fun as it is to sit here and have you run down
Holliday...when you open your mouth towards me, you're forgetting one
important thing:

You're not me, Gibby...and that means you're not good enough to back
it up.

So...there's something I don't get...something that you might be able
to clear up for me, Gibby:  If you're so fired up to get your hands on
this... ...no...on MY belt, why didn't you cash in that shot that
comes with holding the American Title anytime in the past 2 years?

If you're so sure that you're the MAN around here, why'd it take you
that long to figure out how to open that gaping hole of yours and make
it form noises that sound sorta like 'I want a title shot'?

'Cause you know it's crap...now go back and pick a fight with somebody
else whose name I can't pronounce...maybe you can even beat him this
time.

[A wave from the former American champion as he walks to the back.
Marley hops off the rope and glares at Holliday]

RM: You want a piece of me, Doc?  You want to prove that you've still
got gas in the tank and that settle a blood score on that green little
kid you sent out to act like a Keening and get eaten alive?

Just.  Bring.  It.

I got rid of the rest of WMI 'cause I didn't need 'em.  I won this
belt from Cole all by myself.  No one but me so much as laid a finger
on him.  I'm through dodging...you want this belt from me,
Matt...you're gonna need to take it from me.

'Cause there's news for you...the most important thing you did was
teach me the ropes, Doc...and you taught me well.  Come find out HOW
well...

DH: Ya STILL don't lissen, do ya?  Ah ain't comin' fer yer belt, Rick;
ah'm comin' fer yer _career_.

Could ya win a match with me?  Could be.  Too bad fer you... this
ain't gonna be no match, Rick.

It's an EXECUTION.

[With that, Holliday flicks off his microphone and steps out of the
ring as the fans cheer him.  He walks down the steps, and heads out of
the arena.  Marley and Hayes trade glares as the fans cheer Holliday!]

CL: Holy cow what a way to start Heatwave off.  Apparently the battle
lines have been drawn.  Doc Holliday has laid down the challenge but
Gibson Hayes has made his intentions clear.

FH: Gibson Hayes has more of a claim then Doc Holliday.

CL: Gibson Hayes does have ground to stand on but his chance may have
past him by.

FH: The American hero is one singles title away from the Triple Crown.
He _pinned_ Holliday and has held gold longer then anyone inside the
PVW.  If anyone deserves a shot at the PVW World Championship title
it's Gibson Hayes.

CL: Either way Rick Marley has his hands full.  Doc Holliday and
Gibson Hayes have made their intentions clear and you can bet there
are at least ten others in the back just waiting for their
opportunity.

FH: Well it is the days of End Game.  If you want your shot at gold
then you can go out there and earn it.

CL: That is true.  We are coming off the heels of Rise From the Ashes
II where we had _THREE_ title changes.

FH: Outside of Rick Marley I can't say any really thrill me.

CL: Are you turning on one of your golden boys, Perry Fontana?

FH: While seeing gold back around his waist is refreshing.  He is
starting to work with Tom Landis a little too much.  So, I haven't
made my mind up quite yet on how that sits with me.

CL: Tonight, they defend those titles against our former champions,
Livestock and The Gutch.  However our night is just starting; while we
have a full lineup to discuss and a PPV to go over.  Dean Hayes is
backstage and ready to get this night started.

FH: Leave it to Dean Hayes in interrupt a perfectly good opening.

[Backstage, ever-present ‘Swingin' Dean Hayes stands before a PVW
backdrop.]

Hayes: Ladies and gentlemen, tonight, we've got one of the originals
of PVW and the first-ever Rising Phoenix Heritage champion, ‘The
Paladin' Chris Hartt. Chris, you had a huge match at Rise From the
Ashes against Chase Williams.  You two have battled through out your
stay in PVW.  How did it feel to face Chase Williams again?

Hartt: Dean-o, Chase Williams is, and always will be. We've squared
off in the infancy of PVW and at Rise From the Ashes, we checked in
with each other to see how far along each other's come since then. But
in the end, I was just that much better. I didn't win it easily. Chase
Williams is too tough of a competitor to let that happen, but the fact
that I did manage to get that ‘W' was worth every ache and pain.  But,
the worst of it all really came after the match, thanks to this
Nevermind clown. This Walking Dead reject, came down and jumped me
like a callow vermin, waiting until I was distracted, then jumped me
and tried to take me out.  But I'm still here and I will get him in
the ring. Then we'll see who'll be standing tallest.

But as for right now, I'm going to out there and if Chance McKenzie
can go we will settle things. This thief and his femme fatale are
going to learn that there are always consequences for their wrong-
doings. I am those consequences and I will make them suffer for their
sins!

[Hartt walks off.]

Hayes: A fired up Chris Hartt.  However, the question remains can
Chance McKenzie wrestle tonight?  Chip and Fred, back to you.

CL: We still haven't heard anything on the status of Chance McKenzie.

FH: Jessica Marshall will wheel him out in a wheelchair if she needs
too.  You don't disappoint, Jessica.

CL:  The last time we had a chance to see the youngster his face was
covered in his own blood. But let's go to the Voice for Chris Hartt's
introduction.

[Cut to the ring where Herk Douglas stands with microphone in hand.]

HD: Introducing first from Minneapolis, Minnesota ...

THE PALADIN ...

CHRIS HARTT !!!

['S.S.C./Stand or Fall' by Anthrax plays, as Chris makes his way out
onto the stage. Red lights shine in a grand display, as Chris holds
his arms out to the sides, then walks to the ring, leaping onto the
apron, climbing in and mounting a turnbuckle, repeating the sign of
the cross.]

HD: His opponent ...

CL: Opponent?

FH: I told you Jessica Marshall wouldn't allow it.

[A long drum roll begins to play over the loud speaker, immediately
going into "Hail to the Chief" which is met with an almost immediate
negative reaction.]

FH:  Our commander and chief is making a special appearance!

CL:  Johnny Detson making his way out here and he's dressed to wrestle
folks.

[Indeed, out struts Johnny Detson dressed in his standard long gold
tights and black boots.  He begins waving to the crowd, paying no
attention to the negative reaction he's receiving.  He raises the mic
and makes a slashing gesture cutting off his music.]

Detson:  Mr. Hartt, first let me congratulate you on your victory at
Rises to the Ashes, obviously my inspiring words were taken to heart,
no pun intended.

[Detson laughs at his own bad joke.]

Detson:  And further let me assure you that I am not out here to
condemn your little conspiracy group you formed with Caleb Foley and
his opponent tonight Larry Gionet.  As President and CEO of this fine
company I support the rights of all wrestlers to have their own
opinion.  Even when that opinion is wrong.

[Detson smirks as the crowd jeers him.]

Detson:  No, I am out here because I learned of the heinous attack on
poor Mr. McKenzie, and as President and CEO, the medical staff has
informed me that Mr. McKenzie cannot possibly compete here tonight.

[Detson shakes his head in disapproval.]

Detson:  Unfortunately for you that has left you without an opponent,
and also unfortunately for you I have decided to take Mr. McKenzie's
spot in this match.  After my highly technical win at Rise to the
Ashes what kind of executive would I be if I didn't allow these
people to see the face of the franchise compete here tonight?

[Detson starts making his way down to the ring, he slides in the ring
glaring at Hartt and then at the referee.]

Detson:  So Mr. Official by the power invested in me, as President and
CEO, I declare you start this match right now so I can show my devoted
constituents what superior technical wrestling is all about!


=========================================

PVW - HEATWAVE - ONE on ONE ACTION
Chris Hartt v. Johnny Detson

=========================================


*DING*DING*DING*


FH: What a fighting president.  The opening match was in doubt and
Johnny Detson who had a much needed night off has once again saved the
night.

CL: There has to be some kind of catch.

FH: No catch just Johnny Detson, the fighting president, here to do
his PVW duty.

[Chris Hartt and Johnny Detson now in the center of the ring.  Detson
extends his hand offering a handshake.]

FH: See look at this, Chip!

CL: I am not buying it and neither is Chris Hartt.

FH: How disrespectful.  Chris Hartt has been taking lessons from Caleb
Foley.

[Hartt shakes his head "no" and turns as the crowd goes wild.  As
Hartt turns his back Detson lunges forward with a short-arm
clothesline, but Hartt ducks under it.  He unloads a few rapid jabs
and whips Detson into the ropes.  The "PVW President" rebounds and
right into an armdrag take down by The Paladin.]

CL: Chris Hartt now has Detson into an armbar and things have
unraveled in a hurry for Johnny Detson.

FH: You can't treat Johnny Detson like this!

CL: Then Detson should of kept his nose in the backstage area.

[Hartt now locks that arm as Detson makes it back to his feet.  Detson
forces Hartt back against the ropes and sends him across.  Detson sets
up for a shoulderblock, but is _STEAMROLLED_ by the barely over 200
pounds Chris Hartt!]


[HUGE TAKE THAT POP!!!]


CL: And Johnny Detson has rolled under the ropes and too the outside!

FH: Chris Hartt must be on some steroids.  Nobody can just run through
Johnny Detson like that.

CL: Look at Chris Hartt, Fred.  I mean he is in tip-top shape, but he
is one of the last men inside the PVW I would accuse of taking
Steroids.

FH: Who is the last?

CL: The Gutch.

FH: No arguments there.

[Detson is on the outside and he is now telling the referee to watch
Chris Hartt's closed fists.  Referee Lou Crowe talking to Hartt who
agrees to watch them.  After Detson feels that the referee has done
his job he begins walking back up the ring steps pointing towards
Chris Hartt telling the referee to keep him away.]

CL: Chris Hartt is inside Johnny Detson's head.

FH: Or maybe it's the other way around, Chip.

[Hartt stays back and allows Detson to make his way back into the ring
untouched.  The two men go for an elbow-collar tie up, but Detson is
quick and jabs a thumb in the eye of Chris Hartt.  Ignoring the same
referee who he had a conversation with about Hartt, Detson backs Hartt
into the corner with forearms.  Detson goes to send Hartt across with
an Irish whip, but Hartt reverses it!]


"___THUUUUUD___"


CL: Detson crashes into the corner!  Hartt charges ... Climbs up and
monkey roll!

FH: You can't do that to your boss!

[Detson hops back up only to be taken down by a charging clothesline.
Hartt turns around and hits Detson who was getting right back to his
feet with a standing dropkick.  Detson is reeling and drops to his
knees begging Chris Hartt off!]

CL: Chris Hartt has came out here on complete fire.  He isn't letting
Johnny Detson get one over tonight.

[Hartt goes to pull Detson up who grabs the jaw of the Paladin and
drops down with a jawbreaker.  Detson then lands a lighting fast snap
suplex.  The "President" now on his feet and shaking the cobwebs.  He
grabs the legs of Hartt and turns him into one of his patient elevated
Boston crab submission hold.]

CL: Detson has Hartt into one of his signature moves, Reality Check.

FH: Detson giving Hartt a reality check alright.  Don't _EVER_ listen
to Caleb Foley.  And being a friend of Foley is like hanging out with
the "special" kid at recess.

CL: Caleb Foley and Chris Hartt have built a strong bond.

FH: Did they now?  Well they can both lose in back to back shows to
Johnny Detson.

[Chris Hartt refuses to tap.  He begins clawing and pulling himself
towards the ropes.  Before he can make it ... Johnny Detson hops of
and kicks him in the side of the head.  Detson continues to pounce by
kicking Hartt over-and-over.]

CL: Detson now showing some fire.

FH: A model boss right there.

[Detson yanks Hartt to his feet and _SLAPS_ him.]


"___TWAAAAAAP___"


CL: Look at that disrespect!

FH: Is that the same as a write up?

[Detson backs Hartt up and goes to send him across again, but Hartt
reverses it this time.  Hartt drops down as Detson leap frogs.  Hartt
back up and catches Detson with a surprise belly to belly suplex.]

[COME BACK POP!]

CL: Chris Hartt isn't ready to quit!  Detson back on his feet and
leaps into a desperation JohnnyKick!

[HE MISSED POP!]

FH: Hartt must have lady luck on his side tonight!

[Hartt with bone crushing forearms ... He sends Detson across with a
big Irish Whip.  Detson hits the corner chest first and from behind
Hartt grabs the arm into a chickenwing...]

[FINISHER POP!]

CL: Hartt setting the Avenger up!

FH: No! No! No!

[Detson lifts his foot backwards hitting Hartt in the family jewels.
It quickly breaks the hold and Detson drops to his stomach and rolls
under the ropes to the outside.]

[BOOOOO!]

FH: Now that is a Presidential way of breaking a hold.

CL: Leave it to Detson to kick a man in his balls.

FH: And get away with it!  Only a boss of the greatest wrestling
company in the world can do that.

[Hartt stands inside the ring calling for Detson to be a man and get
in and fight.  Detson begins slowly backing up the aisle way as
Referee Lou Crowe continues to count.]

CL:  It appears Johnny Detson doesn't want anymore of Chris Hartt.

FH: I think Detson must have an important call in the back.  Or maybe
a secretary that needs pleased.  Possibly a few hundred adoring fans
to sign autographs.  Knowing Johnny Detson he is doing something for
the make a wish foundation.

CL: Right now?  In the middle of a match?

FH: Hey Johnny is a busy man, Chip.

[The referee hits the ten count and calls for the bell.  This
impromptu match has ended in a count out.  Chris Hartt doesn't look
happy what-so-ever with Detson leaving him high and dry inside the
ring.]

CL: I ... Don't know what just happened, but I am getting word that
Dean Hayes is on it.

FH: Finally Dean doing something to earn that paycheck.

[We cut to the backstage area where a camera picks up on the back of
Johnny Detson.  Detson, still in his ring gear, with a towel draped
over his neck is walking briskly away from the arena as Swingin' Dean
Hayes can be seen running into the picture.]

SDH:  Johnny Detson!  Johnny Detson we need a word!

[Dean keeps running towards Detson as Detson looks over his shoulder
at the reporter and then continues walking away.]

SDH:  Johnny Detson how do you explain your actions here tonight?

[This causes Detson to stop in his tracks.  Annoyed, he turns to face
Hayes with his hands on his hips allowing Hayes and the camera to
check up.]

SDH:  Johnny Detson...

Detson:  Mr. President.

SDH:  Huh?

Detson:  Or Johnny Detson, President and CEO, or even face of the
franchise.  I have many titles, Dean, I perform many services for this
company.  The least you could do is address me properly.

[Hayes actually rolls his eyes.]

SDH:  Johnny Detson, (sigh), President and CEO how do you explain your
actions here tonight?

Detson:  What actions would those be, and why, as a high executive for
this company, would I have to explain them to you?

SDH:  You challenged Chris Hartt to a match and then you walked out!

[Detson looks at him in wide-eyed shock and then turns and walks away.
Dean gives chase.]

SDH:  Do you have no answer for this?  Are you afraid of...

[Detson holds a hand up right in Hayes' face.  He then turns towards a
stage hand and grabs a clip board from his hand and starts flipping
through the pages.]

Detson:  Yes, yes I see what we're trying to do here... oh yes... I
like this part here... yup everything seems in order carry on.

[Detson tosses the clip board back to the confused stage hand and then
turns back to Hayes.]

Detson:  Dean, as you can see, as President and CEO, I have many jobs
in the backstage area during ALL the shows, I simply couldn't extend
the exhibition match out any longer than what I scheduled it for.

SDH:  Exhibition match?!  Are you saying that your match with Chris
Hartt was merely an exhibition match?  I didn't here any announcement
regarding that.

Detson:  Oh really?  Must have slipped my mind during the
announcement, I do apologize Dean but as you can see I have many
different things on my mind.  Of course it was an exhibition match, I
wouldn't cause any embarrassment towards Mr. Hartt's win-loss record
with an actual match when he didn't have weeks, months, or even years
to prepare for the highly technically skilled athlete that I am.  That
doesn't seem fair now does it?

SDH:  Well he didn't seem to be having too much trouble...

Detson:  What you saw was an exhibition match Dean.  To the untrained
eye, yes Chris Hartt seemed to have the advantage, but in an
exhibition match both opponents showcase their skills for the crowd.
I HAD to let Mr. Hartt get some offense in or the exhibition match
loses its effect and that just wouldn't be fair and Johnny Detson,
President and CEO, is all about fairness.

SDH:  Are you saying that you let Chris Hartt get offense in?

Detson:  Dean, this has been fun but I have to be going, you know,
Board meeting and such.  I just hope in conclusion that Mr. Hartt
truly appreciated me allowing him to showcase his skills like that, no
contributions or gratitude is needed as long as he knows that Johnny
Detson, President and CEO, is looking out for him and all the
wrestlers under my employ!

[With that Detson walks off in an opposite direction.]

SDH:  Back to you guys!

FH: What a genius and a nice guy!  Chris Hartt needed a little boost
and that is good for ratings.  As you can see, Johnny Detson
understands he has a company and has to be responsible for many
employee's families.

CL: Oh brother give me a break.

FH: Your wife _eats_ because of Johnny Detson.

CL: Actually ...

FH: She is able to wear that silky lingerie because of Johnny Detson.

CL: Hey wait a second ...

FH: She is able to have that smooth skin and --

CL: Fred!

FH: Oh sorry ...  You should really stop showing me pictures of your
wife before Heatwave, Chip.

CL: Anyways while Dean was catching up with Johnny Detson.  William
Craven made his way to the ring.  Apparently he has something very
important to get off his chest.

FH: This seems to be the night to do it.

[William Craven stands in full entrance attire in the ring holding a
microphone.  Many fans mutter as Bill, apparently, entered without
fanfare and with stealth.  Rearing back his head he causes his hood to
fall about his shoulders and begins speaking in deep, rasping bursts.]

WC: A fearsome cacophony rang out and, as shooting stars, down fell to
earth a pair of titans.  Crumbling to so much dust the Meatgrinder at
last found it's way to hell, perhaps there to set Satan himself to
tremble...

[With that, Craven projects the commanding presence that makes him an
object of terror for so many.]

WC: By now you all know the fate of our dear, sweet friend Marcus.  He
failed to sense the gravity of the situation and paid for it with a
pound of flesh.  Glib jests did little to save him from this, his
first anguish.  A dismissive tone did nothing to shield him from my
works.

It saddens me.  Yes, saddens.  I have heard it said that I hate Marcus
Manson but nothing could be further from the truth.  I pity him.  My
pity is born of seeing what potential there is in him left squandered.
Should Marcus rise above this new sensation, that of loss, he will
perhaps burst the bonds that keep him in the shadow of the now defunct
Widowmakers franchise.  If he should not ... then everyone should
expect to see more images like this.

[Gesturing up towards the big screen, William indicates a photo as it
flashes to light.  A bleeding Manson crawls from beneath the shattered
platform that was the Meatgrinder.]

WC: And this.

[Another photo.  Craven adjusts the gauntlet on his wrist as Manson
lays on the mat, surrounded by metal, clearly unconscious.  The din of
the crowd raises as Craven gives them an unseemly, shark-toothed
grin.]

WC: Marcus ... please do think on what has transpired ... and learn
from it.  I tried to explain in the weeks leading up to our match but
I feel all my words fell on deaf ears.  Do not let my efforts be for
naught.

I wish only ... what is best for you.  For your happiness.  Please do
take care...

[Bowing his head shallowly, Bill's smile fades and the mirth fades
entirely from his manner.  Waiting for the fans to calm, his voice
falls to a near whisper as stares at his left hand as it twitches
spasmodically, seemingly trying to work the kinks out of the old
injury from his legendary cage match with Rick Marley.]

WC: But then these are not the end of my works.  Indeed, there was
another act after the break with friend Marcus.  One seen by few but
conjectured on by many.  After all, how many times have I screamed to
the high holy heavens on the nature of the paper tiger?  The pale
pretender to the throne of madness...?

[Cut to footage from Rise from the Ashes II.  A dump truck sits next
to what appears to be an open grave.  The back rises up and tons of
earth fill the grave, burying it and creating a small mountain in the
arena.  Fans gasp and cry out, the entire arena is filled with an
overwhelming roar of horror.]

CL: WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON.  ROB COLE IS BEING COMPLETELY BURIED
ALIVE!  RICK MARLEY IS INSIDE THE RING HOLDING UP THE BELT.

FH: Is Rick Marley calling for this to be done?

[The look on Marley's face tells otherwise, but the moment is just too
great for him.  He steps down from the turnbuckle and begins to wrap
the World Championship title around his waist.  PVW officials,
trainers, and paramedics rush to the hole to begin to get Rob Cole out
of it.]

CL: Folks I don't know what is going on.  That six foot hole has just
been filled and Rob Cole is underneath that mound of dirt.  Rick
Marley has become the fourth man to hold the illustrious PVW World
Heavyweight Championship.  We are getting the wrap up sign so tune in
on Heatwave as we attempt to make sense of this all.

[Cut back to the live arena.  The fans boo, only beginning to get the
idea.]

WC: But then ... that was only half the story.

[Cut again, this time to the interior of a large vehicle, clearly the
dump truck.  Craven himself, bare to the waist, bandaged extensively
after his own match cackles madly as he works a set of levers and
buttons at the center of the dash.  In the live arena the fans go
absolutely mad, shouting down William Craven, and his cackling is
heard in stereo; both live and recorded.  Cut back to the arena.]

WC: No!  No Fred, Richard didn't call for my action!  MY ACTION!
Mine.  For, you see, while it is true that I bear the disrespectful
child named Marcus Manson no ill will for he knows not what he does
there is a man I despise.  A man who has not only the same air about
him that I own and cannot escape but who also possesses all that I
have ever desired!

They call him a monster ... no point of pride, that.  Did I choose to
be what I am?  No.  Has he chosen to cultivate this ... persona?  This
"monster under the bed?"  They call me the "Motor City Madman", Cole,
but have I ever called myself that?  No.  I have been labelled against
my will.  You take pride in being a monster.  By your pride you reveal
yourself as no monster, but a whore.

A former world champion.  They say that it is better to have loved and
lost than never to have loved at all, Cole.  While I, myself, have
never had a match in which the prize was a world title, you had
several chances before finally capturing the ultimate prize.  You have
loved in your chances, won enough to hold that gold, and lost nothing
for, although you no longer hold the belt, you carry with you always
the title of champion.  In spite of the fact that I've ground you
beneath my heel on three separate occasions still you have been
afforded every opportunity denied me.  Is this justice?

[One fan in the crowd screams "YES!" and Craven snarls in his general
direction.  Cut down to show the fan at ringside, a chubby 20-
something man, who dances back behind several other people before
turning back towards the ring in shock at the sudden attention from
the man who holds the microphone.]

WC: Rob.  Cole.  Monster.  Champion.  Family man...  Heh.  Hehe.

[Finally turning away from the ringside fan, Bill rubs his bald green
forehead with one hand and squeezes his eyes shut.  As he opens them
again they're wet with barely restrained tears.]

WC: Oh, it is certainly commendable how you've balanced your personal
and professional lives Robert.  So you gather unto yourself the status
of monster, the rank of champion and the most important title of all
... loving father and husband.

[Grimacing, Craven rubs his face with one hand, steps to the ropes
most near the entrance aisle.  Lowering a dead look to the entrance
portal, Bill speaks in a flat growl.]

WC: Although God has failed to love me in my life he shall
nevertheless bear witness here and now, Cole.  By my hand you shall
lose all you hold dear and be either destroyed ... or become just.
Like.  Me...

[Craven falls silent and the crowd follows suit.  Cut randomly to show
the faces of various fans who look from Bill to the screen and back
again in dismay.  Cut to show the screen itself; looping, the video of
Cole's burial plays time and again.  Cut back to the backstage after
such shocking announcement!

[Camera opens on Dean Hayes standing with the duo of AsH and Senor
Cloak Dos. AsH stands with his hands in the pockets of his black
jeans, thumbs hooked in the belt loops and a red t-shirt over his
upper body reading "iCON" in stylish font. His dark brown hair is
gelled and sticky out in every direction, and a smile is plastered on
his face. He looks genuinely pleased to be in the arena and even looks
over and pats Cloak on the back before looking back to Dean.]

Dean: After such a shocking revelation ... I'm standing here with the
debuting AsH, who is a legend---

AsH: Of a place that doesn't really matter, so let's move on to the
AWESOME SENOR CLOAK DOS!

[AsH motions towards the masked man standing next to him. He wears a
black mask with "SCII" in cherry color on the forehead, cherry colored
eye visors, the rest of the mask covers all of his face. He has a
hooded cherry color cape on and has black tights with cherry colored
boots on. He is very lean yet muscular and from his complexion you can
tell that he is most likely Mexican. The second Senor Cloak nods his
head towards AsH.]

SCD: Mucho gracias, amigo! Hola, Señor Hayes, and Hola amigos y amigas
out in the audience and watching at home!  Señor Cloak has been reborn
and is here with his new amigo, Señor AsH, to share our lucha libre
for all of you good people!

[Dos pumps a fist.]

SCD: ARRIBA!

[Dean looks slightly bemused before shaking his head and moving on]

Dean: Yes, well, tonight you two are teaming up for the first time
against Tyson Cain and Christian Copeland. I'll start with AsH, what
are your thoughts on both your PVW debut and the match up?

AsH: Well, first, I've superglued my fly shut, bought a pair of jeans
one size too small, synched down my belt and got both my boots tied
real tight.

[Dean looks thoroughly confused]

AsH: Relax, Dean. It's just that I can't help this feeling that I'm
gonna get embarrassed. I stepped out of the kiddie pool and into the
shark tank and really, I think I may be setting myself up for an ESPN
Top 10 Worst of the week. So I figure as long as my dick doesn't come
out of my pants, or I don't get knocked bare-assed and shoeless by a
lariat, I figure I should be fine.

Ya see, my style isn't so much one of overwhelming offense as one of
...erosion. I let my opponent get a little winded by, you know,
beating the piss out of me for a bit. And then I strike. Usually in a
manner that puts my body through just as much pain as theirs. But ya
see, I keep getting back up. Maybe it's part cockroach genetics or
Wile E. Coyote Syndrome, but I'm just gonna keep popping right back
up. So unless they hit me with EVERYTHING they've got, TWICE! ...I
ain't going down.

[Dean smiles at this and laughs a little]

Dean: Ok, well, onto your opponents...

SCD: Señor Hayes, our opponents tonight are in the same pair of
trousers as we are in!

[Both AsH and Dean raise an eyebrow at the small masked Mexican
wrestler.]

SCD: We are all making our Phoenix Valley Wrestling debuts!

[AH! Ok.]

SCD: They are probably as nervous as both Señor AsH and myself! Why I
was just imagining Señor Cain pulling out his cellular phone and
dialing up his familia!

[Dos pretends to lift a phone to his masked head.]

SCD: Hola? Familia? This is su niño Tyson! Oh, mi Mama! I am so
nervous! I am fixing to make debut in front of world in big wrestling
promotion! Please help calm me down!

[Dean looks at AsH, who looks at Dean, then both jump back a bit as
Cloak begins waving his hands around in the air.]

SCD: I imagine it because that is what I did! I called up mi familia
and asked for advice on calming down. They suggested I call the
original namesake I now continue but...

[Dos hangs his head sadly.]

SCD: He told me not to call his number anymore.

Dean: Ah.. Well, what about....

SCD: I bet if I had a hammer friend, like Señor Copeland, I could get
some strong advice with a pounding message!

[BaBoom! Crash! Ding!]

[Dean looks at AsH with pleading eyes, begging for him to cut in and
stop the comedy stylings of the little masked man.]

AsH: I... uh... shit, that was epic.

[AsH chuckles and shakes his head before turning back to Dean]

AsH: Listen, Tyson is just as new to the fed as we are, and Copeland's
about two hardboiled eggs short of a chef's salad. But that's ok, ya
know. Hell, if any of us were truly sane, we wouldn't be rolling
around in our underwear with men 4 times our size. So being a little
nutty, that's just fine.

But me and the Cloak? Err, Mister Cloak. Shit, Senor Cloak version Dos
punto Cero [AsH looks over and winks at SCD] (whispering) See, I'm
getting it. Thank God for Rosetta Stone [realizing he's still giving
an interview comes back, as if never breaking the sentence] are just
hoping the aforementioned dick-out-of-pants scenario doesn't occur.
Hard to beat a pair of guys with expectations so low. I mean, really,
what can you do to us that's worse than that?

Hell, the rookie's gotta worry about setting a tone for his entire
career. The Copeland's gotta worry about getting that hammer out or
losing his sponsorship with Home Depot. Me? The only thing I'm worried
about is whether or not I DVR'd The Bachelor. For my wife of course. I
don't watch it. At all. [AsH sniffs and looks up] Waaaaay too manly
for that.

F BRAD! CHOOSE ONE THIS TIME!

[AsH throws his hands up in the air and turns around, grumbling to
himself. Dean looks almost afraid to go back to Senor Cloak Dos]

Dean: Ah...

SCD: Amigos!

[Dos puts his arms around both AsH and Dean.]

SCD: We have talked about some important things tonight. Some very
important things. Perhaps though, the time for the speaking is now
over and the time to go out there and win, lose or draw, pour our
hearts out through our lucha libre has arrived!

[Cloak lets go of a relieved Dean and turns towards AsH.]

SCD: Señor AsH, let's meet the good people waiting to see our lucha
libre and let's inspire them and the world through our heroics til
they are chanting to us... "VIVA! VAMANOS! ARRIBA!"

[Dos seems to now be lost in a trance, waving his hand in the air as
if the chants were tangible objects one could see floating around. AsH
looks were Cloak's hand is waving at and then looks over at Dean.]

AsH: ...

Dean: ...

SCD: ...

[Dean turns to the camera.]

Dean: Save me.. I mean.. Back to you!

CL: Where to begin ... Folks we were ordered to cut back to Dean Hayes
after Craven's revelation.  Rob Cole isn't here tonight as he is still
at his home in Hudson Valley.

FH: Probably asking his wife if he is allowed to eat right about now.
After hearing from her on Showcase, I think we know who the real
monster under the bed is!

CL: She was just a concerned wife that gave Marley and anyone else
that is listening a warning.

FH: Yeah that Rob Cole was just buried alive by William Craven.

CL: And you can bet Rob Cole was watching.

FH: And eating through a tube.

CL: PVW has always had a fluctuating roster and tonight, we get to
witness four men making their in-ring debuts.

FH: More fresh meat.  What kind of hazing can we do this time?

CL: I doubt that any of them will listen to anything you ask them to
do.

FH: Then they shouldn't expect to go far around here.  Just look at
Gibson Hayes!

CL: I think you were the one doing whatever _he_ said there, Fred.

FH: All I know is Gibson Hayes once debuted as a new comer in a tag
match and he has since become  the hottest star this business has ever
seen.

[The Voice stands in the center of the ring ready to introduce the
participants of the next match.]

HD: This match is scheduled for one fall and tag team action.
Introducing first wrestling out of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.  Making
his PVW wrestling debut.  He is the Showstopper ...

Tyson Cain!

[The lights go out as a voice is heard.]

VOICE:  I wish I could be...as cool as you!

[As the word "you" echoes, purple and gold laser lights begin to fill
the arena as the voice of Kevin Rudolph is heard again, singing his
hit song "Let it Rock".

The second verse of "Let it Rock" begins to be heard as Cain walks out
from behind the curtain. Tyson is wearing his purple tights that now
have gold crosses on the legs. The word "Sugar" in gold on his rear
end. Tyson's hair is  slicked back as he smirks a cocky grin. Tyson
shakes a little in anticipation and starts walking down the aisle.
Cain yells and taunts a few hands of fans as he makes his way down.
Cain switches sides and continues taunting the fans, even stopping to
proposition one large-breasted female fan.]

FH: I see Tyson Cain shares the same taste in the female species as I
do.  The bigger the better I always say!

Cain reaches the entrance area and walks around the ring, continuing
to taunt fans and stare toward his opponent.  Tyson slides under the
bottom rope and leaps to his feet, spinning in a circle with his arms
out wide to celebrate his awesomeness.]

CL: Interesting young fellow.  I think the PVW ring will be tough in
holding the size of his ego.

FH: Hey if he can back it up more power to him.

HD: His partner ... Wrestling out of Seattle, Washington.   He is
known around the pits of the hardcore world as The Chemical Imbalance
...  Here is -

CHRISTIAN COPELAND!!!

[The pounding guitar riff signifies the opening of My Dying Brides
"And I Walk With Them" and the crowd rises in anticipation. The
opening verse begins and "Chemical Imbalance" Christian Copeland
crawls through the curtain and onto the stage.]

CL: Copeland has made a career in some of the leagues most men avoid.

FH: Does it start with an S?

CL: Not even Copeland would dare to enter there.

[He finally rises to his feet and his cold glare works its way from
one side of the rave to the other. Smacky hangs ominously in his right
hand. He drops to his knees and smirks skyward as the next verse
begins]

CL: He calls that errr ... "Toy" Smacky.

[As this verse ends he rises to his feet once more and begins a
careful ascent to the ring, slapping randomly at the hands of the fans
that try to grab him.]

FH: Tyson Cain spends time with the ladies while Copeland spends time
with Smacky.  Quite a contrast between these two.

[He finally reaches ringside and slides into the ring, slumping into
the nearest corner.]

CL: Cain and Copeland should make an interesting team.  Neither man
have a lot of tag team experience.  However both men are highly
talented.

FH: You don't have to be any good to be a successful tag team though.
Just look at Max and Sal.

HD: And their opponents ...  First wrestling out of Parts Unknown ...
He is known as a second generation to the mask ... Here is -

Senor Cloak Dos!!!

["La Camisa Negra" by Juanes begins to play over the PA and the
curtains part and out leaps a masked figure in a hooded cape who leaps
from the darkness onto the entrance ramp in a crouched pose. He leaps
up to his feet and strikes a super hero pose and the black mask with
cherry colored eye coverings and the cherry colored "SCII" on the
forehead with black tights and cherry colored boots and a cherry
colored hooded cape makes it undeniably clear who this is!]

CL: The young fans are already eating up Cloak Dos.

FH: A side show is what he is.  Who invited this clown to PVW?

[Señor Cloak Dos gives out high fives to fans as he makes his way
towards the ring. Young fans wearing replica masks get a quick embrace
and a pat ontop of their head. When Cloak Dos makes his way to the
ring he leaps onto the ring apron, grabs the top rope and somersault
leaps into the ring and gives a tumble roll and pops up on his feet
and then climbs to the second turnbuckle and strikes a super hero pose
yet again as the music fades out.]

CL: Cain and Copeland don't look impressed.

FH: Why should they?  This is Professional Wrestling not some
traveling side show.

HD: His partner wrestling out of Las Vegas, Nevada.  He is known
around the wrestling world as The Cruiserweight Icon ... The Living
Kickout ... The Small Package ... I give you -

AsH!!!


V/O: THERE'S NO PROMISE OF SAFETY!!!!!

[Smoke begins to fill the entrance of the PVW walkway as "The Melting
Point of Wax" by Thrice blasts through the arena at the maximum
possible volume]

"I've waited for this moment
All my life and more
And now I see so clearly
What I could not see before.
The time is now or never
This chance won't come again
Throw caution and myself into the wind"

[The tron begins to flash 'C R U I S E R W E I G H T I C O N' over and
over as the smoke coming up from the entrance ramp becomes heavier and
heavier, making it unable to see any sort of figure at all.]

*FLASH FLASH FLASH FLASH*

[The strobe lights go off on the stage until AsH stands in the smoke,
hands to the air with a MASSIVE smile on his face]

"There's no promise of safety
With these secondhand wings
But I'm willing to find out
What impossible means"

[AsH walks to the ring slapping hands of fans as he smiles and mugs to
the crowd]

"A leap of faith"

[AsH laughs as he steps up the ringsteps and leaps to the top
turnbuckle in a single bound. He sails off in a fully spread backflip,
landing gently in the ring]

"There's no promise of safety
With these secondhand wings
But I'm willing to find out
What impossible means"

[AsH raises his hand to the sky screaming "PVW!" along with the fans]

CL: AsH is well known veteran around the wrestling industry.  At just
200 pounds he has already made an impact.

FH: I take dumps bigger then 200 pounds.

CL: I'm sorry to hear that.

FH: Hey look I just took another AsH ... Tomorrow I'll take a Senor
Cloak Dos.

CL: Charming as always.


=========================================

PVW - HEATWAVE - DEBUT TAG TEAM ACTION
Tyson Cain & Christian Copeland v.
Senor Cloak Dos & AsH

=========================================


*DING*DING*DING*


CL: It appears Cain and Senor Cloak Dos are starting things off here
tonight.  Cain is a very green wrestler with a ton of potential.

FH: Green like William Craven?

CL: No, just very inexperienced.

FH: Well PVW isn't probably the best place to fine tone your craft.

CL: Senor Cloak Dos is also a rookie in this sport.

FH: Oh great this is going to be really exciting.  Let's just get
Smaky in the ring and get this thing over with shall we?

[Cain stands smiling as Cloak finishes stretching and then hopping
around the ring light on his feet.  Tyson Cain and Senor Cloak Dos
circle the ring before engaging in a greco-roman knuckle lock, which
at first stays even but the bigger Tyson Cain begins to gain the
advantage.]

CL: Cain has a bit of a size advantage on the luchadore, Senor Cloak
Dos.

FH: A bit?  Try five inches and fifty pounds!

[Cloak dishes out some kicks to Cain's hamstring... Cain with a knee
lift to the gut, driving the wind out of the luchadore. Cain now
overpowering Cloak brings him down to his knees in agony, but Cloak
swipes his own legs out from underneath him to sit on his butt, then
throws his legs over Cain's arms, pinning them to the mat before
pushing down on Cain's upper-back to flip him over into a sunset flip
styled pin!]

CL: Cloak using his smaller size now to _HIS_ advantage!


!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!


... Kick out!

FH: That may get you in the correct position, but in the end you need
strength, impact, and size to keep that guy down.  Senor Cloak Dos
needs all three.

CL: Both Cloak Dos and Tyson Cain roll back up onto their feet,
followed by Cain running into a double leg takedown, floating into a
short arm scissor.

[Cain trying to place himself in position as Senor Cloak Dos pumps the
crowd up with a free fist.]

CL: AsH in full support cheering his partner on now.  The fans are
really behind this team of Senor Cloak Dos and AsH.

FH: Hey we all love a circus when the freaks come through the town.

[Tyson Cain struggles in the submission but manages to pull himself to
his feet. In an amazing display of strength, Cain hoists Cloak Dos
onto his shoulder while still locked in the short arm scissor but not
for long as Senor Cloak Dos wriggles free and throws Cain across the
ring with an arm drag.]

[POP!]

CL: Cain showed some strength and skill there, but the lighter Senor
Cloak Dos kept a hold of that arm and stays in control.

[Copeland asking Cain if he wants to tag out but "The Showstopper"
assures Copeland he's got this under control.]

FH: See Chip ...  Cain has this under control.  Don't you worry over
there.

[Tyson Cain and Senor Cloak Dos lock back up in a collar-elbow tie-up
which turns to Cloak Dos locking Cain in a hammerlock but "The
Showstopper" escapes with a back-elbow to the head, followed by some
more right hands and a whip off the ropes. Cain setting up for a back
body drop but Cloak stops short and throws Cain between his legs, then
hooks his arms behind his back, but Cain frees his arms and trips
Cloak Dos.]

CL: Tyson Cain trying to figure out the onslaught of wrestling moves
that Senor Cloak Dos brings.

FH: Give him time, Chip.  This Tyson Cain kid has the look of a
superstar if he can figure it all out.

CL: He needs to figure out that ego isn't the only important factor in
building a superstar.

FH: No but you can't knock confidence.  Look what it has done for
Gibson Hayes and Perry Fontana.  Two at one time PVW born rookies who
have made it big in the wrestling world.

CL: Any one of these four could be the next break out star.

FH: Well except for Senor Dos Cloak.

CL: That's Cloak Dos, Fred.

FH: Cloak whatever the hell number he is.  Why can't he pick an
American number?  Gibson Hayes needs to do something about this!

[Cain then nails Cloak Dos with a catapult face-first into a huge
right hand to the face from Christian Copeland on the ring apron.]


"___THUUUUUUD___"


CL: Sucker shot by Christian Copeland!

FH: Hey atleast he didn't use Smacky!

[With Cloak dazed now ... Cain turns the luchadore around and goes for
an early powerbomb.  He lifts Cloak up ... And Cloak does the "Say No
To Powerbombs" headplant counter.]



"___THUUUUUD___"


[COUNTER POPPAGE!]


CL: Shades of another former PVW masked man, Fred!

FH: Oh god ...  This guy looks too little to actually be another
personality of his.  However it would make perfect sense.

CL: No I don't expect this is el Outlaw LOCO, but I have to admit that
move right there looked a lot like him!  The PVW fans love it too!


Crowd: LOCO!!!   LOCO!!!   LOCO!!!


[Senor Cloak Dos is pumping his fist and AsH joins in on the ring
apron.  As Cain pushes himself up ... Cloak goes for a Monkey Flip
Toss on Cain but Cain grabs ahold of him and
yanks Cloak up, grabs him and hits a huge spinebuster on Cloak Dos!]


"___THUUUUUUUD___"


FH: And those cheers die down.

Cain looks at Copeland and finally makes a tag.  The arrogant rookie
barks some orders and they give Senor Cloak Dos a double whip off the
ropes, followed by a double spinebuster that folds Cloak Dos up like
an accordion.]


"___THUUUUUUUD___"


CL: GOOD LORD!  And Copeland makes the cover!

FH: No way that little ant can kick out of that.


!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!


[... but he did! Copeland gives a smile as he wants to dish out more
punishment to Senor Cloak Dos.  He pulls the masked superstar up and
whips him into the corner and charges after him. Cloak Dos just gets
out of the way, causing Copeland to run chest-first into the top
turnbuckle and stagger backwards into a Schoolboy!]


!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!


CL: Copeland with a strong kick out!  Both men are back up and Cloak
Dos dishes out some right hands.

FH: Those can't hurt.

[They are followed by some knee strikes to the head, then into an arm
wrench and a step-Over mule kick that staggers Copeland.  Cloak Dos
then bounces off the ropes behind the dazed Copeland and takes him
down with a bulldog.]


[POP!!!]


CL: Cloak Dos with an outstanding showing here in the early going.  He
is now over in his corner and makes the tag.

[TAG POP!]

FH: Time to see if this AsH lives up to all the hype.

[AsH leaps over the top rope and nails Copeland with a slingshot
seated senton right onto his back, floating into a chin lock. Cloak
Dos bounces off the ropes behind AsH and Copeland, then bounces off
the ropes in front of them, followed by nailing the vulnerable
Copeland with a shining wizard to break his partner's submission.]


"___CRAAAAAACK___"


CL: Look at that double team!

FH: Dos Cloak has now asked for it.

CL: Cloak Dos ...

[Cain enters the ring and charges in blindly, but Senor Cloak Dos
grabs Cain and hoists him up only for AsH to take him down with a
springboard leg lariat.]


[HUGE POP!!!]


CL: AsH and Cloak Dos are almost like a well oiled machine.  These two
could actually be a deadly tag team in the PVW!

FH: They need to do it more then a few double team moves, Chip.

[Cain rolls to the outside and Senor Cloak Dos exit's the ring.  Ash
puts the boots to the recovering Copeland. AsH dishes out some right
hands to the head area, then whips him into the corner.  AsH goes to
the opposing corner and comes charging full speed, leaping .... right
into a side slam from Copeland that made the crowd cringe.]

FH: AsH getting a little to cocky inside the ring.  Christian Copeland
may not have the experience that AsH has.  However he has been
wrestling in the pits of hell the past few years.  There isn't
anything that AsH is going to be able to do to Copeland that he hasn't
already been through in the PVW.

CL: Copeland is about as tough as they come for his size there is no
arguing that.

[Copeland shaking the cobwebs then positions AsH against the bottom
turnbuckle. Cain asking for the tag, but Copeland shows him the same
respect as Cain did earlier and scrapes his boot against the face of
AsH three times, then bounces off the ropes and delivers the final
facewash boot.]

CL: Copeland ruthless ... He is now pointing at Senor Cloak Dos and
telling him that he is next.

FH: Good bury that mask in Dos Cloak's skull.

Christian Copeland pulls AsH up but AsH shows how tough he is by
dishing out some elbows to the gut. Copeland re-weakens AsH with some
clubbing blows to the back, then whips him off the ropes. AsH manages
to take Copeland down with a springboard tornado DDT!]


!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!


!!! THRR !!!


CL: NO!! Cain in there to break up the pin.  He grabs AsH ignoring the
referee and sends him into the corner ... AsH bounces out into a TILT-
A-WHIRL ... AsH lands on his feet but Cain drives him down with a
clothesline.

FH: See that is how you take things in your own hands and get things
done, Chip.

[Cain being forced out and both men now laying on the mat.  AsH rolls
towards his corner and makes the tag to Senor Cloak Dos. The crowd
pops huge as he leaps over the top rope and starts dishing out stiff
kicks to the leg, arm and ribs of Copeland, followed by a series of
right hands and some echoing chops to the chest.]

FH: Where did this fight come from?

CL: I don't think Senor Cloak Dos liked what Copeland had to say about
him at Showcase.

[Copeland starts dishing out chops of his own and the two trade chops
back and forth with the crowd cheering on the display of violence.
Copeland gives up on the chops and starts dishing out right and left
punches to the head, backing Cloak Dos into the corner. Copeland whips
the luchadore into the opposing corner and charges after him. Cloak
Dos hits the turnbuckles back first and throws both feet up to catch
Copeland in the face but Copeland stops short and catches the feet,
then throws them in the air causing Senor Cloak Dos to do "The Jackie
Chan" AKA doing a backflip back onto his feet.]

[WHOA POP!!]

CL: Look at these two go!  Copeland going for a clothesline but Cloak
Dos tumbles on the mat to dodge it!  Cloak Dos up ... DROPKICK!

FH: This guy is like a little annoying ant!

[The dropkick sends over the ropes where he lands on the apron. As
Copeland scrambles to his feet Cloak runs up the turnbuckles and as
Christian is on his feet Cloak does a diving leap, hooks Copeland's
arm as he's flipping over and he does a Mexican style arm drag sending
Copeland flying off the apron onto the floor.]

CL: COPELAND IS ON THE FLOOR!

FH: Yes but Cloak is a bit green himself as he wiped himself out to
take Copeland out.

CL: The fans are on their feet ... And Cloak is over in a bad spot as
Tyson Cain has dropped down and pulled the masked superstar up and
just tossed him into the side of the ring.

[AsH now hopping down, but Cain has already backed away with his hands
in the air taunting the Cruiserweight Icon.  AsH begins helping his
partner up and inside the ring.]

CL: Copeland is now back inside the ring himself.

FH: Cain makes the tag ...

[Before Cain can grab a hold of Cloak ... he dives and tags in AsH!
AsH charges but is hit with a snap powerslam, floating into a cover.]


"___THUUUUUUD___"




!!! ONE !!!



!!! TWO !!!


CL: AsH with a kick out.  Cain immediately grabs AsH's arm and locks
him in a crucifix armbar.

FH: You talk about Senor Cloak Dos and his moveset.  How about Cain
tonight so far?

CL: Both rookies are quite impressive.

[AsH kicks and screams in the submission but after only a moment,
Senor Cloak Dos comes flying off of the top rope and nails Cain with a
guillotine legdrop.]

[POP!]

[Copeland comes in and is grabbed by the head and thrown right over
the top rope by Dos. Senor Cloak Dos leaps over the top rope taking
Copeland out with a plancha.]

[HOLY CRAP POP!!!!]

CL: LOOK AT SENOR CLOAK DOS FLY!

FH: What is going on here?  I can't even keep up with things.

[AsH pulls himself up and locks Cain in an arm wrench, floating into a
hammerlock, then begins twisting Cain over for an impact move but
Tyson Cain ducks the clothesline and locks AsH in an arm triangle.]

CL: Cain appears to be the epitome of an all-around wrestler.  He
knows just enough moves in each type of style that he can be deadly
versus anyone.

FH: That is how superstars are born, Chip.

CL: AsH starts to fade away as his body begins to crumble to the mat.

[... but in a burst of adrenaline, AsH leaps into the air and hits
Cain with a inverted jawbreaker to break the submission.]

CL: AsH isn't going to quit that easy.

FH: Cain shakes it off and immediately locks AsH back in the that
choke!

[DISAPPOINTING BOOOO'S!]

[AsH starts to fade again but with the crowd getting behind him with
each and every kick of his feet on the mat, AsH, in a moment of
genius, grabs one of Cain's hands and starts to bend his fingers
backwards. Cain, distracted by the pain in his hand, breaks his
submission and starts to try to bend his fingers back to a comfortable
position, but AsH lets go and dishes out some elbows to the gut. AsH
locks Cain in a hammerlock on the mat, then slides over the back of
his opponent and locks him in a front facelock before pulling himself
and Cain to their feet and planting "The Showstopper" with a DDT.]


"___THUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"


CL: AsH WITH THE COVER!


!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!


FH: COPELAND WITH THE SAVE!

CL: AsH now crawling to his corner ... But Cain grabs him by the leg,
keeping him away.

[Cain drags AsH all the way back to his corner and tags out to
Christian Copeland. "The Chemical Imbalance" enters the ring and
together they put the boots to AsH. Cain and Copeland trying to work
together hoist AsH up onto the top turnbuckle but AsH kicks Copeland
in the head and dishes out some right hands to Cain.]

CL: Look at AsH take on both men!  AsH flies over both of them,
rolling on the mat and TAGS OUT TO SENOR CLOAK DOS!!!!

[HOLY CRAP HOT TAG!]

[Senor Cloak Dos climbs to the top rope and dives off taking both men
down with a double dropkick. Cain rolls to the outside as Copeland
makes it to his feetand in the corner and Cloak charges and hits the
"Cloak Elbow" (aka the Great Muta handspring cartwheel back elbow
smash) and then Cloak steps out of the corner and gets on one knee. As
AsH enters and charges and steps up off Cloak's knee onto his
shoulders and then leaps off with a shining wizard type knee smash to
Copeland's face in the corner!]

CL: LISTEN TO THESE FANS THEY LOVE IT!

FH: This match is starting to give me a headache.

CL: Referee is forcing AsH to leave the ring again.  Not for long as
Cloak Dos re-tags AsH back in.

FH: Yes need Advil fast.

[AsH pulling Copeland to his feet who grabs the face area and rips
with an face rake.  AsH stumbles back and the two men begin
exchanging. Copeland with a knee in the gut.  He grabs AsH and begins
to whip him across the ropes, but AsH reverses it ...  Cain reaches in
and tags himself in as AsH Dos has no clue it happened. Copeland ducks
the rebounding AsH and baseball slides under the ropes to the outside.
Cain lifts AsH up for his Shock and Awe finisher, but AsH slides out
and goes to rebound off the ropes but knocks down the referee who was
in the way ...]

CL: OOps ... AsH turns and Cain kicks him in the gut!

FH: Is this match still going on.  I just see a blur inside the ring.

[Copeland sneaks up behind AsH with Smacky in his hand but as he goes
to strike, Cloak comes up from behind and yanks the hammer out of
Copeland's hand!]

[HUGE POP!!!]

CL: Copeland was going to introduce AsH to Smacky ...

[Cloak tosses the hammer out of the ring and does a bull fighter cape
dance thing. Copeland is enraged and goes after Cloak only for Cloak
to send him out of the ropes.  Cain grabs a hold of Cloak Dos now, but
Cloak catches him with a quick kick to the mid-section doubling him
over.]

CL: And Cloak drives a vicious European uppercut to the chin of Cain
that rocks him back a step and AsH catches him with a chop block that
drops him to his knee.

FH: They are like little smurf's that wont give up!

[AsH catches the chin of Cain with a quick and points to the top rope.
The masked Cloak nods his head and ascends to the top rope as AsH
pulls Cain to his feet.

CL: AsH standing behind Cain ...

FH: Did they train at the Doc Holliday school of midget wrestling?

[AsH reaches over his shoulder and seizes Cain by the back of their
neck. AsH then falls to his back while maintaining the hold, dragging
Cain down with him to drive his back into the mat.]

CL: Falling Neckbreaker!

[Flash bulbs go off through the arena as Cloak Dos leaps ...]

CL: Frog splash!



"___THUUUUUUUUUD___"



!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!


!!! THREE !!!


[HUGE FACE POP!!!]


CL: AsH - Dos win it!  They worked well as a team and in the end that
overcame the size and viciousness of the Copeland and Cain
combination.

FH: Wow Tyson Cain should be ashamed of himself to let those midgets
do that to him!

HD: Winners of the match ... The tag team of AsH and Senor Cloak
Dos!!!

[AsH and Cloak Dos climb up opposite turnbuckles and raise their arms
high to the fans saluting them.  And Copeland and Cain are inside the
ring and they aren't done ...  Copeland grabs Cloak Dos with a
fireman's carry position from behind while Cain ironically enough has
the same thing in mind and places AsH in the same position.]

CL: This isn't good.  Both Copeland and Cain aren't done yet.

FH: Wait things are starting to pick up.

[Copeland turns the carry into a piledriver while Cain spins Ash
around into his GTS - Shock and Awe finisher!]


"___THUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"


"___CRAAAAAAAAAACK___"


[BOOOOOO YOUR ASSHOLE'S POP!!!]


CL: JESUS!!!  Copeland just landed Hades Driver while Cain just hit
AsH with his Shock an Awe finisher!

FH: Best part of the match right here.

[Copeland and Cain trade glares then turn back and begin stomping on
their opponents.]


THUMP!   THUMP!   THUMP!   THUMP!


THUMP!   THUMP!   THUMP!   THUMP!


THUMP!   THUMP!   THUMP!   THUMP!


CL: These two men are like wild dogs smelling meat.  Where was this
intensity before the match was over?

FH: Copeland is now pushing Cloak into the corner ...  This is going
to be great!

[Copeland turns and takes off and hits a running double knee to the
face of Senor Cloak Dos.  While Tyson Cain adds insult to injury and
turns AsH into his sharpshooter submission hold called The Lockdown.]

*DING*DING*DING*

CL: The time keeper still hitting the bell as he tries to remind these
men that the match is over.

FH: I don't expect they need "reminding", Chip.  I think they are well
aware of what they are doing.

[BOOOOOOOOOO!]

CL: Oh god ... He isn't!

[Copeland has rolled outside and he now has Smacky in his hands.   He
looks at it and then the slumped Senor Cloak Dos inside the ring.  He
says - "Not this time" and then turns and begins storming up the aisle
way.  Finally referee's have gotten Tyson Cain to drop the Lockdown
and roll to the outside as the fans are booing both men loudly.]

FH: Now that is how you make an impact.

CL: Sore losers.  Both AsH and Senor Cloak Dos won over the hearts of
the Phoenix crowd and picked up the victory.  It's a shame that
sportsmanship was lost with these two men.

FH: When you are making a debut you need to do something that you will
be remembered for.  Otherwise you fall into the crowd and become just
another guy.  Tonight both Copeland and Cain will be remembered.

CL: And you can bet AsH and Senor Cloak Dos will have something to say
about this.

FH: Let them ...  I'm sure Cain and Copeland will enjoy doing it
_again_.

[Cut to backstage. The Mercenary is leaning up against a wall in the
back hallway, waiting for someone or something. Then from off camera,
we hear a female shriek something about a large rat running through
catering. This catches Merc's attention, as he looks towards the
direction of the scream.  He pushes himself off the wall, and then we
see what the fuss is all about. A furry, not so little critter comes
running down the hall, a wallet in its jaws. Merc hunkers down on his
haunches and waits for the rodent to come to him, holding out a hand.
The weasel, seeing its master, comes to a skidding halt a foot away
from the Merc, then it slowly makes it way over, placing the wallet in
Merc's waiting hand.]

Merc: Atta boy... Now, who's a good weasel? You're a good weasel,
that's who.

[Merc scratches the furry head of his pet, the weasel arching its
back. Then Merc pulls a chunk of jerky out of his pocket, and gives
him the treat. The weasel, eagerly grabs the dried meat and quickly
devours it, looking up for more.]

Merc: Uh uh uh... no more just yet. You have one more job to do. Yes
you do.

[Merc picks up the weasel, puts it on his shoulder and stands up.
Checking both directions for anyone who might be watching, Merc then
turns toward the wall, and lifts up the cover to a heating vent. The
weasel, knowing its job, leaps up and disappears into the vent, its
sharp little claws clicking on the metal duct work.]

Merc: Go, go my little pet... and find me something that I can use...

[Merc lets the grating back into place, and turns his attention to the
prize that he was given.]

Merc: Now, lets see what we have here...Looks like some mighty fine
leather... Probably European... gives some credence to his story of
living there. Let's see what we have inside.. Find out what he's
really like...

[Merc starts rifling through the contents of the wallet, starting with
the money. He pulls out a few colorful bills, probably Euro's, and
once again checking both directions, places them in his pocket. He
then starts going through the pictures and credit cards, tossing them
to the floor after examining each one]

Merc: Hmm... Diner's Club... Sears... WalMart...Well, maybe everyone
was wrong about this guy... this isn't showing too much class now, is
it? Let alone living in Europe for all those years. What else do we
have here... Pictures of women in bikinis... Ok that looks better.. Oh
wait... Does that one have more armpit hair than a Yeti? Yuk (Merc
tosses that picture quickly to the floor, shaking his hand, as if he
might have caught something from it). Ew. Well, that's another point
in his favor for his European story. Where else would you find women
like that on the beach. Now, what else do we have here...Hm... a
Costco membership...a autographed picture of Joshua Curtis...and
what's this?

[Merc pulls out a small square foil object, a picture of a Greek
warrior prominently printed in the center of a circle.]

Merc: Damn... Doesn't this guy know that there's an expiry date on
these things?

[Merc crushes the condom wrapper in his hand, and instead of crumpling
up, it basically turns to dust, sifting through his fingers to the
floor.]

Merc: Ok.. that was more than I needed to know about one Mr. Chance
Mckenzie...

[Merc then turns back to the air vent, as we can now hear little claws
scratching at the grate. Merc once again lifts up the grating and the
weasel pops his head out, this time with some silk-looking material in
its teeth. It leaps down from the vent, landing on Merc's shoulder,
then to the floor. It drops it's 'treasue'  and looks up with it's
beady little eyes at its master, waiting for its reward. Merc once
again closes the vent and pulls another piece of jerky out his pocket
to reward his pet.]

Merc: Ok... You did good... Now go on, get out of here... Take the
rest of the night off.

[Obediently, the weasel does as its told, racing off into the shadows,
back the way it came from originally, and once again a female shriek
can be heard.]

Merc: Freakin' little perv... always running up skirts... Anyways,
let's just see what we have here...

[Merc gingerly picks up the silk cloth and then stretches it out in
both hands. Once fully stretched, we see that its a pair of granny
panties, with a large JFM embroidered on one side.]

Merc: Now this is a little unexpected. But I'm sure I can make some
use out of them... maybe a parachute or something...

[Merc stuffs the underthings into his pocket and then walks off.
Return to the ringside announcers.]

CL: Did we just really see that?

FH:  Yes, yes we did.

CL: Do you think those are really Jessica's?

FH: Well, they're not what I usually fantasize about her wearing,
but...

CL: Yeah, but did I see... I mean that couldn't have been...

FH: Yeah, I know you don't get a chance to see women's underwear very
often, but those were hers, so don't go blowing your load right here.

CL: No...No... that's not what I mean.. I see granny panties all the
time... I mean..

FH: You see granny panties all the time? That figures.

CL: ... That's not what I was referring to... Did that pair actually
have... I can't say it...

FH: C'mon spit it out...

CL: Was there actually a racing stripe down the back of those?

FH: 'Fraid so, Chip. But its not like you haven't seen that before
either. Only difference is, Jessica can even make that look sexy...

CL: ....

FH: So I guess the Mercenary was connected in the beating of poor
Chance McKenzie.  I knew it!

CL: Well he may not of had anything to do with it but he ended up with
McKenzie's wallet some how.

FH: Who collects a Joshua Curtis autograph?  Come on Chance!

CL: The Mercenary is set to wrestle Doc Holliday tonight in the main
event.

[The shot changes to the top of the stage where several stripper poles
have been
installed and as "For The Love of Money" by Bulletboys begins to play
over the PA system, several of Phoenix's best exotic dancers come out
through the backstage curtains and start dancing on the stage!]

"WOOOOOOO!"

[As the guitar part kicks, more gorgeous women dressed in fishnets
with black
bras and panties on top walk out from the backstage area. They too
start dancing
provocatively on the stage.]

CL: I guess we are going ot be joined ---

FH: BY WOMEN!  Bring em out!

"For the love of money
People would lie to their mother
For the love of money
People would steal from their own brother
For the love of money
People can't even walk the streets
They never know who in the world they're gonna meet
For that mean, mean, mean...
Mean green"

[The backstage curtains part once more and out walks The Biz, wearing
a pair of
grey dress pants, a dark button up dress shirt to match and shiny
black shoes.
Behind his right ear, we can see a Bluetooth headset as he keeps his
finger
on it all the while eyeing the beautiful women.]

CL: The Biz a veteran in our industry has made his way to Phoenix.  He
set his sights on Tommy Ryder at Rise From the Ashes II.  Maybe we
will find out tonight what that is about.

FH: It's simple.  If you lose to Gionet you must pay!

"Oh mighty dollar yeah
Money, money, money, money"

['The Biz' begins to walk down the aisle to the ring and refuses to
even
acknowledge the fans as he heads to the ring. He is followed by some
of the
"dancers".]

FH: Hey I have to admit.  This guy has good taste.  I wonder if I pull
a dollar bill out if I can get one to come over here.

CL: My wife probably wouldn't approve.

FH: Even better.  Hey Mrs. Lester you should see Chip's pants here.  I
think he is enjoying these dancers a little too much.

CL: What are you doing looking?

FH: Wait ... I ... Oh just call the stupid match, Chip!

"Some people got to have it, yeah
Some people really need it
Talkin' y'all do things, do things, do things, bad things with it
Money, money, money, money"
Ooh, you gotta do things, do things, do things, do things good things
with it
Money, money, money, money
For that mean, mean, mean, mean...
Mean green!!!"

[Once he reaches the ringside area, 'The Biz' climbs the steps and
enters the ring while the four "dancers" stay down on the floor. He
pulls a microphone from his jacket pocket and begins to speak, the
fans booing out on all sides around him as the music fades out.]

Biz: How about these FINE ladies, courtesy of Discretions Gentlemen's
Club?

[The Biz waves his arm in the direction of the four women standing at
ringside]

Biz: Allow me to introduce Porsha, Dallas, Nadia, and my personal
favorite... Brooklyn.

[One of the women at ringside blows a kiss to The Biz who grins
devilishly]

FH: I'll take one of each Biz!

Biz: And for those who don't know me, I'm...

Crowd: YOU'RE AN ASSHOLE!  YOU'RE AN ASSHOLE!    YOU'RE AN ASSHOLE!

CL: And the fans here at the 52nd Street Armory certainly know who The
Biz is and what he's all about.

FH: I for one commend the man for his actions. It's a shame I didn't
have the foresight back in the day to fake my own death and then rake
in all the donations to a faux memorial fund in my name.

Biz: Clearly my reputation proceeds me. Nice to know that your
backwards little town actually gets real news coverage.

Crowd: SHUT THE  UP!        SHUT THE  UP!    SHUT THE
 UP!

Biz: Last I checked, I'm the one holding the mic and you're the poor
suckers who paid hard earned dollars to sit in this rat trap. So I
suggest that you all shut your stinking mouths and open your ears
because the best thing walking around backstage has something to say.

***HEEL HEAT!!!***

Biz: Boo all you want. It's not the first time I've heard it...and it
certainly won't be the last time.

[Biz clears his throat]

Biz: Now where was I before I was RUDELY interrupted?  (pause) Ah yes,
I believe I was about to tell you inbred John McCain loving sons of
bitches just what brings me to Phoenix Valley Wrestling. And it's real
simple -- talent.

The talent that I possess will bring this two-bit company out of the
darkness and into the twenty-first century once again.

As long as I stand inside of this building and stomp around this ring,
the letters PVW will stand for the power, violence, and wisdom that I
plan to unleash on every member of this company's roster. And by the
time I'm done here, long gone will be the days when nobodies are
holding title gold. Because where I'm from, a guy like Rob Cole would
be working with Caleb Foley in the opening match night after night
after night.

CL: The Biz with some not so nice words about the former PVW Champion.

FH: _Former_ champion.  I like the sound of that.

Biz: And most definitely a guy like Tommy Ryder would be carrying my
bags night after night after night.

Crowd: BOOOOO!!!

Biz: So if you got the guts, Tommy, how about you bring your ass out
here and prove me wrong.

CL: The Biz calling out the Phenom!

FH: No way that Tommy Ryder shows up.

CL: Tommy Ryder has stood tall against the Widowmakers.  He wrestled
in one of the better matches on Rise From the Ashes II.

FH: He is a born loser.

[The Biz paces around the ring, awaiting the arrival of "The Phenom"
Tommy Ryder. Headstrong by Trapt hits the PA system.  The Biz's
attention turns towards the entrance ramp as the man who nearly became
the PVW TV Champion at Rise From the Ashes II emerges alone.]

FH: It looks like Ryder's girlfriend isn't going to fight his battles
for once.

CL: Tommy Ryder isn't backing down tonight!

[As Ryder begins walking down the aisle way.  The Biz begins to take
his suit jacket off and prepare for the fight.]

CL: Are we going to have an unannounced match here tonight?

FH: A lesson in life for Tommy Ryder.  No matter how hard you try he
will always be Tommy Ryder.

CL: I am getting word this isn't an official match.  No referee has
even entered the ring.  However Ryder isn't taking too kindly to the
actions of the Biz at Rise From the Ashes II.

[Ryder rolls under the ropes and before the Biz can do anything he
tackles the veteran taking him off his feet and down to the mat.]


[SERVES THE ARROGANT SOB RIGHT POP!]


CL: Tommy Ryder is here to fight!

FH: He won't sustain it.  Give him time he will remember that he is
Tommy Ryder.

CL: What do you have against Tommy Ryder, Fred?

FH: How about the fact that his girlfriend wears the pants in the
relationship.

CL: Ryder tosses bombs but is only on top for a brief moment as Biz
turns Ryder and is now dropping bombs.

FH: See this is par for the course.  Ryder is used to being the one
manhandled in the relationship.

CL: Fred!  Let's concentrate on this impromptu brawl instead of Tommy
Ryder's personal life.

FH: I'm just saying perhaps if Ryder came out and showed a little
spine he wouldn't be the Biz's whipping boy.

[Ryder pushes the Biz off and both men shoot up.  Ryder ducks under a
wild right hand and springboards off the ropes with a spinning heel
kick taking down the Biz.  The fans give a nice pop as Ryder is right
back to his feet with a kip-up.  As Biz reaches his feet he is met
with an unexpected springboard moonsault taking him right back down to
the mat.]

CL: Ryder taking it to the Biz!  And the Biz looks shell shocked.

FH: I have to admit I am too.  I figured Ryder would come out here and
tell the Biz that he is right and that he is sorry.

[Ryder now heading quickly to the top ropes.  He leaps into another
moonsault but this time from the top ropes ...]


"___THUUUUUUUUD___"


[OOOOOOOUCHHHHHH]


CL: RYDER MISSED!

FH: The crafty veteran laid there waiting in the wings and moved at
the last second.  You have to give him credit.

CL: The Biz has had a lot of success around the wrestling world.  He
knows what it takes to make an impact.

[The Biz is now back on his feet as Ryder rolls on the mat holding his
midsection.  He begins putting the boots to Ryder from head to toe.]

THUMP!

THUMP!

THUMP!

THUMP!

CL: Biz is like a wild animal now.  He yanks Ryder up and whips him
into the corner with an Irish whip.  And as Ryder rebounds out he is
hit with a jumping sidekick.

FH: The Biz meets Ryder in the skilled department.  Then add the years
of experience and this really is an unfair fight, Chip.

[The Biz yanks Ryder to his feet and locks him and lifts him into a
dragon suplex.]


"___THUUUUUUUD___"


CL: The Biz dropping down ontop of Ryder with a series of elbow
strikes to Ryder's head!

FH: Maybe this will wake him up.  Time to look in the mirror Ryder and
be a man.

[After brutal elbows.  The Biz yanks Ryder up and double underhooks
Ryder's arms.  He begins to lift him up, but Ryder's feet wrap around
the head of the Biz and spinning headscissors counter!]

[COUNTER POP!]

CL: Ryder with a heads up counter!  Both men are back up and The Biz
runs right into a standing dropkick.

FH: Ryder is asking for it.  He is playing with fire now.

[As The Biz begins to get to his feet, Ryder charges and does a diving
flip over The Biz.  As The Biz turns around he receives a side kick in
the ribs, and  another ... and another ... Ryder then springboards
onto the ropes and leaps ... tornado DDT!]


"___THUUUUUD___"


CL: Ryder is swinging his arms and pumping the crowd up.  Biz seems
down and Ryder may be through with the Biz.  His point has been
proven.

FH: What? That he can pull out a few flashy moves?  This wasn't a
match so nothing was proven, Chip.

[Ryder climbs the ropes and holds his fist up for the crowd.  However
the Biz isn't done.  He grabs Ryder from behind and yanks him off the
turnbuckles.]

[POOR SPORT BOOOOO!]

CL: And it appears that the Biz isn't finished with Ryder yet.

FH: The lesson isn't over.

[The Biz yanks the dazed Ryder up ...]

CL: And a side Russian legsweep drops Tommy Ryder into the center of
the mat.

[Tommy Ryder grabs the back of his head and rolls over to his stomach
laying in the center of the ring as the Biz stands to his feet and
drives a boot into the back of Ryder's head.]

CL: This is getting ridiculous! Where is security to break this up?

FH: It's called ratings, Chip. Everyone loves to watch Tommy Ryder get
beat to a pulp. If I recall the last time Ryder got beaten senseless
the ratings jump a full point.

[The Biz pulls Ryder to his feet and slaps the taste out of his mouth
with a backhand.]


"___SSSMMMAAACCCKKK___"


[Ryder shakes his head and grabs his cheek as The Biz takes a step
forward and take the Phenom down with a two step lariat. The Biz
glares at Tommy Ryder before walking to the corner where he grabs the
top turnbuckle padding.]

CL: The Biz now grabbing the top turnbuckle and he's trying to rip off
the protective padding! Security needs to get here before things get
any further out of control!

FH: Ratings, Chip! And come on Ryder is used to being beaten ...
remember the Spectre made him bleed and the Made Men made him a pulp
stain in the parking lot ... need I go on?

[The crowd boos The Biz as he pulls the turnbuckle padding off and
hoists it into the air before tossing it to the ringside floor.]

FH: I think business is about to pick up here, Chip!

CL: About to?

[The Biz smirks as he reaches down and grabs the head of Tommy Ryder.]


"___TTTHHHAAACCCKKK___"


CL: And Ryder catches The Biz under the jaw with an uppercut rocking
the The Biz!

[Tommy Ryder drives a right hand into the body of The Biz and follows
up with a left to the body. The crowd roars as Ryder drives a right
hand into the head of The Biz.]

CL: Listen to the crowd! They're fired up as Tommy Ryder is just
lighting up the Biz with rights and lefts.

[Tommy grabs The Biz in a side headlock and drives a right into the
side of his face. The Phenom wrenches the side headlock and drives a
right hand into the face of The Biz.]

FH: Where is security! Come on no one should be taking right hands to
the face like that!

CL: What?

FH: This is not how new talent should be treated!

[The Biz drives an elbow into the back and ribs of Ryder and follows
up with a second one creating some separation between the two men. The
Biz shoves Ryder to the far side ropes ...]

FH: And The Biz drops to a knee and catches Ryder in the mid-section
with an elbow. Now that's old school baby!

[The Biz grabs Tommy Ryder by head and drives him into the mat with a
vicious ddt.]

FH: Look at the joy in The Biz's eyes as he stares at the unprotected
turnbuckle!

[The Biz stands to his feet and hoists Ryder onto his shoulder ...]


"____TTTHHHUUUDDD___"


FH: And for all the kid's at home that's the sound of flesh slamming
into steel!

[Tommy Ryder is in a heap on the canvas as The Biz stands back to his
feet and slowly acts as if he brushing dirt off of his shoulder.]

CL: The Biz is making his way to his suit jacket ...

FH: The Biz is apparently finished with the quote unquote Phenom now.

[The Biz reaches into the pocket of his suit jacket and pulls out a
piece of fabric.]

CL: What's he got in his hand?

FH: Is that a mask?

CL: I think it is!

FH: And he drops the mask ...

CL: That's the Dragon Kid mask!

FH: The Biz couldn't of been a fan of the Dragon Kid.

CL: Perhaps we have our answer and why The Biz has hand selected Tommy
Ryder.  The two entered the PVW around the same time and they were
dubbed apart of the new breed.

FH: Well I am for anyone who wants to slap Tommy Ryder around. Just
think about this chip, when the new breed debuted Gibson "Red" Hayes
was in that match ...

CL: Your point?

FH: Only one member of that new breed made a real name for themselves.
Unless you count the fact that Ryder takes beating after beating as
making a name for yourself ..

CL: {sighs} The night is young and so far we have had both Hayes and
Holliday claim that they are the number one contender.  Chance
McKenzie was found beaten was replaced in his match against Chris
Hartt by Johnny Detson.

FH: It was great to see our boss in action.

CL: William Craven revealed that he was the one at the end of Rise
From the Ashes II who dumped the rest of the dirt on-top of Rob Cole
and buried him alive.  And we just witnessed the Biz and Tommy Ryder
brawl not to mention our tag team debut extravaganza!

FH: Don't forget Jessica Marshall's drawers.

CL: We won't discuss that any longer.  Dean Hayes with perfect timing
again as he stands backstage with our PVW Tag Team Champions who are
set to defend those titles later on tonight.

[It's a PVW banner, and it's beautiful... at least, that's what the
designer said it was. In front of it stand four men. The one holding
the microphone is the always classy "Swinging" Dean Hayes, and he
wastes no time introducing his guests.]

SDH: Dean Hayes, here, _finally_ in Everlasting Hell's company! They
are the new PVW tag team champions "Hellraiser" Tom Landis and "the
Everlasting" Perry Fontana, accompanied, of course, by their manager
"the Mauler from Milan" Jack Fontana!

[Between the blond, proud but weary Tom Landis and his brooding
brother-in-law crookedly stands the Jack Fontana. Beaming with pride,
the salt & peppered old man doesn't even give Hayes enough time to
formulate a first
question.]

Uncle Jack: My nephews, what it be dat dey did his SPESHAL, Dean!
HUNH! When my brudder an' me we add our firs' title shut, we add lose-
ed.

SDH: Did you?

Uncle Jack: Si. We taught we add _good_ wrestlings, but we loss
anyways! When we leff duh billding, we could take a see into duh udder
locker room... and duh shampion, dey look like dey been duh LOSERS!
Hunh! Dey were _bleeding_, dey add BRUISES _heverywhere_, and dey din
look ‘appy. You know _why_, Dean?

SDH: No, why?

Uncle Jack: It be ‘cause dey add _give-ed_ HEVERYTING dat dey HAD, an'
dere was _notting_ leff in duh tank. Dey looks like TWO _dead_ BUDDIES
hat duh morgue... wit TITLE BELT ON TOP! And dat's exactly ‘ow Tom an'
Perry dey be looks like hafter duh match!

SDH: I can imagine!

Uncle Jack: Luke an' me, we never won duh gold in duh States, Dean,
but now dat's change-ed. Dat's change-ed tanks to duh Heverlasting
‘Ell, because hafter duh Rise From Dee Hashes Two, Perry an' Tom, dey
_really_ look like _BIG_ LOSERS~!

[Under the hood of his boxer's robe, Perry stonily glares at his
ecstatic and oblivious uncle. Smiling, "Hellraiser" Tom Landis leans
into Dean's
microphone.]

HTL: He means we took such a beating, there's no denying we've earned
these.

[Tom taps the tag team title on his shoulder.]

Uncle Jack: Dat's what I says. Now, my nephews, dey know duh
_sacrifice_ hit take to become duh shampion, and to STAY da
_shampion_!

SDH: Is that right, Perry?

[Dean sticks the microphone in front of the Everlasting One's dimpled
chin, but Perry only responds by mentally shooting heat-seeking
missiles out of his dark, encircled eyes. After an awkwardly tense
moment of dead air, Dean turns to the other brother-in-law instead.]

SDH: Tom?

HTL: ...Yeah. This is the first time in my career that I've held world
tag team gold, Dean, so I have a bit of an idea how Uncle Jack feels.
The belts go to those who persevere, and like any championship, you've
got to go all out to win them.

SDH: And that you did, Tom! Going back to the ring in true hero
fashion, against doctor's orders, against all hope even, you gave
everything you had to win these belts for your team!

[Fontana is still as a statue, but his eyes are murderous.]

HTL: I had to do it, Dean. Had to pull off the impossible for Tara,
for Chelsea, for Emily... [The brothers-in-law lock eyes for a moment]
... for the fans... but mostly for myself, to push my own limits.

SDH: And tonight is your first title defense... against the former
champs no less! It's a huge challenge, but you have a grudge to settle
with Livestock and the Gutch, don't you, Perry?

[Perry shoots daggers at the interviewer who begins to suspect he may
have committed another faux-pas. But just before Hayes turns to
Landis, the Deathless One answers in a raspy, gravelly whisper.]

Fontana: No. There are a lot of asses I need to _kick_, and a lot of
arms I need to _BREAK~!_ ...

[Spittle showers over Dean Hayes' face.]

Fontana: ... but Livestock and the Gutch are no longer on that list. I
told ‘em the deal was off, and the _clowns_ CHANGED the TERMS? AAhh
OUAIS! Pas de probleme, cousin. I _settled_ that score and took these.

[With his thumbs, Fontana points to the coveted championship belts
Everlasting Hell bear on their shoulders.]

Fontana: And that's the end of _that_ story.

HTL: However, tonight is the night I can finally settle my own score
with Livestock and the Gutch. I never got a change to hand them the
receipt they've got coming to them.

SDH: That's right! Everlasting Hell became the new tag team champions
thanks to your heroic return to the ring, but Livestock and the Gutch
had already been ejected from the match at that point...

HTL: Well, that changes tonight, Dean. Tonight, the lawyers will find
out that I'm a lot tougher to deal with in the ring instead backstage,
with my back turned.

SDH: You scored the championship winning pinfall, Tom, and tonight,
you have the chance to chance to pin the former champs.

Uncle Jack: My nephew Tom, ‘e has duh kind of ‘eart my brudder Luke ‘e
huse-ed to ‘ave. I tell you, Dean, I tell you... When I sees ‘im clime
up duh corner and ‘it "La Bombe F"... HUNH!

[The old man becomes visibly emotional.]

Uncle Jack: ... Feel just like me is doing it! ... An' Perry... ‘E
look juss like Luke, now! It be juss like in duh hold days!

Fontana: Know what? Here.

[The Everlasting One stuffs his tag belt into his uncle's hands.]

Fontana: YOU go out there and _defend_ your dream titles, I'm done.
Have fun.

[Fontana stomps off, the dumbfounded Uncle Jack looks down at the
title belt in his hand, "Hellraiser" Tom Landis frowns and shakes his
head. Dean Hayes is momentarily bewildered, but as a consummate pro,
he manages to pick up some of the falling pieces.]

SDH: Err... don't miss Everlasting Hell as they attempt to defend
their newly won tag team titles against the former champions,
Livestock and the Gutch, later tonight!

[Now even Tom Landis steps out of frame, followed by Uncle Jack who
suddenly looks like a old man lost in a shopping mall... and the image
fades on "Swinging" Dean Hayes, pretending nothing hit the fan at
all...]

CL: Whoa ... Perry Fontana done?  What is that about?  Who is the poor
sport now, Fred?

FH: Hey he must have a good reason.  I mean lets sit and think about
it.  At Rise From the Ashes II he wrestled tooth and nail against
_THREE_ teams on his own.  Then Tom Landis showed up and stole the
spotlight.

CL: They umm won the PVW Tag Team titles.  He should act like a
champion.

FH: I have to say I was worried about Perry but after hearing that I
realize I was wrong too!

CL: You are something else, Fred.

FH: Why thank you!

CL: I didn't mean it as a compliment.  The Voice is back inside the
ring and we will roll ahead with our next match.


HD: Introducing first wrestling out of San Francisco, California.  He
weighs in at 265 pounds ... this is ...


!!! DANNY DANIELS !!!


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

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

The actual crowd boos.]

CL: Danny Daniels and Sinister had a battle for nearly a year.
Finally at Rise From the Ashes II, Sinister was able to over come and
put an end to it.

FH: It was a sad night indeed.  It's never a good night when _Evil_
over comes.  Plus we saw the return of that rotten Jack Griffin!

CL: Yes sadly we did.

HD: And now his opponent...

#I AAAAAAM SMELLIN' LIKE A ROSE THAT SOMEBODY GAVE ME ON MY BIRTHDAY
DEATH BED!#

["Dead and Bloated" by Stone Temple Pilots fires up as the fans react
with a huge cheer. As the drums kick in and the song unfurls it's slow
paced goodness, the curtain is swept back and Dan Flores saunters out
to the crowd, raising both hands. Flores wears glossy midnight blue
wrestling tights with a cursive "D" and "F" interlocking on the back
in silver, white 3/4 boots that go just below the knee, with black
kneepads. His wrists are heavily wrapped in white athletic tape, and
he wears a black elbow pad on his right arm.]

HD: Wrestling out of Robbinsdale, Minnesota. He weighs in at 233
pounds... this is...

!!! DAN FLORES !!!

[Flores wears a loose jet black warmup jacket left open, hood down,
that has the same "DF" design on the back. He walks slowly to the
ring, extending a hand to slap hands without looking at the crowd or
otherwise letting the fans slap him on the back. As he enters the
ringside area he picks up the pace and dead leaps onto the apron,
wipes his feet on the apron and then enters, taking off his warmup
jacket to reveal a body that's naturally thick and solid. He bounces
from foot to foot with nervous energy, and then pulls on the ropes to
test them.]

CL: Dan Flores is known for his wrestling ability.  There was one time
when the wrestling world was talking about him as the next break out
star.

FH: Then he dropped the famous Broussard family name.  Not the
smartest of moves if you ask me.

CL: Flores wants to be his own man and make it big with his own name.
You can't fault a guy for that.

FH: I can.

[Danny Daniels hands his Supreme title to the referee and reiterates
that this is _NOT_ for the Supreme Championship title.]

CL: Danny Daniels being well ... Danny Daniels again.

FH: Dan Flores hasn't _earned_ a shot yet.

CL: And Jack Griffin did?

FH: That's been a blood war for years, Chip.

CL: I don't even know why we are debating this.  The Supreme Title
isn't even a PVW sanctioned Championship belt and Jack Griffin ---

FH: Is one sneaky dude!



=========================================

PVW - HEATWAVE - ONE on ONE ACTION
Danny Daniels v. Dan Flores

=========================================


*DING*DING*DING*


CL: And there is the bell.   Danny Daniels looks to be offering a
handshake before the match gets under way.

FH: What a friendly gesture by our hero.

CL: I'm sure it has good intentions behind it.

FH: Of course!

[Dan Flores looks on with untrusting eyes as he turns and looks to the
Phoenix crowd for their opinion.]


[NOOOOO!  DON'T TRUST HIM POP!!!]


CL: The Phoenix crowd seems to have the right idea.

FH: What do they know?  Would any other crowd boo Batman?  Would they
boo Superman?  Why do they cheer for evil over Danny Daniels?

[Danny Daniels begins encouraging Dan Flores to shake his hand.
Saying something about both being Danny's!]

CL: Dan Flores isn't buying it.

FH: And to think I've heard how classy this Flores guy is.  He won't
even shake Daniels' hand.

CL: Danny Daniels' reputation proceeds him.

[Danny Daniels encourages him again and this time Dan Flores
hesitantly reaches his arm out and accepts the show of good faith.]

FH: See Danny Daniels just wanted to wish Flores good luck.

CL: Color me shocked.

[Danny Daniels nods while holding Flores hand saying "see".  However
that smile on his face turns to pain as Flores begins squeezing that
hand.  Daniels begins hopping as he yells - "AARRGGGHHH!"]

CL: And Dan Flores is making Danny Daniels pay for his games.

FH: What games, Chip?  Dan Flores is as evil as Sinestro!

[Flores finally lets go.   Danny Daniels points towards Flores and
charges ... right into an armdrag take down.  Flores controls the
match as Daniels tries to position himself into getting free.]

CL: Danny Daniels isn't going to be able to out wrestle Dan Flores.
He is going to have to use his experience and cunning ways.

FH: Evil can't over come in two shows in a row.  The _good_ Danny will
prevail at any and all costs tonight.

[Danny Daniels is able to reach his feet around the bottom ropes
forcing a rope break.  The two men are back across from one another
and this time Danny Daniels points to his head making a motion that he
isn't going to fall for Flores' "games."]

FH: Danny Daniels gave Flores the benefit of the doubt but, he won't
be able to fool Danny Daniels a second time.

CL: The two men circle one another around the ring.  And we have
ourselves an elbow-collar tie up!

[Both men position by pushing one another around in the ring.  Flores
with a quick headlock, but Daniels sends him off across the ropes.
Flores hits a shoulderblock that sends Daniels down to the mat.
Flores hits the ropes again leap frog ... Daniels goes for a hip toss,
but Flores blocks it and takes Daniels down with a hip toss of his
own!]

CL: Flores is just out wrestling Danny Daniels now.  And Daniels
doesn't look like he likes it one bit at all.

FH: Flores better be careful.  He doesn't want to tick off Danny
Daniels.

[Daniels slams his fist on the mat and pushes himself up.  Flores
still with a determined look across his face not allowing Daniels to
get under his skin.  The two men look like they are going to tie up
again, but this time Daniels with a quick thumb to they eye of Flores.
Ignoring referee Jay O'Riley, Daniels plows into Flores with an
European uppercut.  Daniels with a go-behind waistlock; Flores still
blinded in one eye swings an elbow backwards, but misses.  He picks
Flores up and slams him down to the mat.  Still on the mat, Daniels
locks on a front chancery as the two men are getting to their feet.]

CL: Daniels attempting to wrestle with Flores.  I'm not so sure this
is the best way to beat Flores.

FH: You under estimate Danny Daniels.  His mother didn't name him the
same name twice for no reason.

[Flores is like a pitbull and charges forward pushing Daniels
backwards into the corner.  Daniels still having a hold of Flores
drives his knees up slowing Flores feet down.  He then uses the corner
behind him and climbs up to the second rope and drops down a big
double axe handle on Flores.]

FH: Danny Daniels the king of the second ropes.  Using his
surroundings to get the upper hand.

CL: You aren't kidding.  Daniels now has Flores across those ropes and
choking him!

FH: That's called massaging his vocal chords, Chip.

[BOOOO!]

One ... Two ... Three ... Four ... Five ...

CL: Daniels let's go at the count of five.  He is really tempting the
referee right there.

FH: You can't stop a massage in five seconds.  Well I guess that
depends on what massage parlor you go to.  There have been a few in
China town that ...

CL: [Cutting Fred off.]  And Daniels with a headbutt that seems to
even daze him a little.

[Daniels stumbles a bit and begins to pull Flores up and lifts him
into a gutwrench.]


"___THUUUUUD___"


CL: Suplex by Daniels and he hooks the leg!


!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!


Flores busts out!

FH: Did that count seem slow to you?

CL: No perfectly fine, Fred.

[Daniels goes to pull Flores up, but out of nowhere a inside cradle!]


!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!


!!! THRR !!!


CL: No Daniels kicks out this time.  Flores saw an opening and he
tried to end the match but Daniels is right back on the charge ...
INTO a standing dropkick by Flores!

[POP!]

FH: Can't keep the real Danny down.  He is right back up.

[Not for long as Flores grabs him and sends him backwards with a snap
suplex.  Flores on his feet now and as Daniels begins to get back up
he charges ...  Running necksnap (shades of Mr. Perfect!)...]

CL: Dan Flores getting that engine reved!  He pulls Daniels to his
feet and whips him across the ring ...  He catches him with a
POWERSLAM!


"___THUUUUUD___"


!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!


FH: Double Danny kicks out!

CL: Double Danny?

FH: Twice the Danny that Flores is.

Crowd: DAN!  DAN!  DAN!

FH: See the crowd even agrees.

CL: They are behind Flores, Fred.

[Flores does not waste any time as he drops a fistdrop down on Daniels
and then picks him back up and sends him across with an Irish Whip.
Flores charges forward, but Daniels gets his feet up just in time to
slow the Flo-Train down.]

FH: Daniels a crafty veteran, using his head at all times.  Either as
a weapon with his vicious head butts or defense when he is turning the
tides.

CL: Daniels in the corner shoots out with a clothesline backing Flores
up.  He scoops Flores up and slams him down with a body slam.

FH: See Flores isn't the only old school wrestler in there.  It
doesn't get much more old school then the body slam.

[Danny Daniels grabs the leg of Flores and turns it and drops down
inside a figure four leg lock!]

CL: Danny Daniels locking on a figure four leg lock.

FH: And look at his arms wail around.

[Flores however is working his way to gain positioning as he attempts
to turn the figure four.  He finally beings the turn as Daniels fights
to keep a hold of the lock.]

CL: Don't look now Fred, but things are about to turn.

FH: Hang in there Daniels!

[POP!!!]

[Finally Flores turned the hold and now Daniels is the one in some
trouble.  Their legs break as the hold is stopped.  Daniels back up
and as he grabs Flores he finds himself right back in a roll-up pin
fall.]


!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!


CL: Daniels powers out again.  Both men are back up and Daniels
swings, but Flores ducks under and grabs his arms and lifts him up and
over with a backslide!


!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!


!!! THRR !!!


... So close!  Daniels just breaks out as the referee's hand was
slapping for the final count.

FH: Perfectly planned by Daniels.  A nice way to crush the hopes and
dreams of Dan Flores.

[The two are back to their feet and Daniels rushes forward looking to
catch Flores with a clothesline but Flores ducks and reaches up
grabbing the back head of Daniels and drives him to the mat with a
modified hangman's neckbreaker. Flores drops another fist into the
skull of Daniels. Dan Flores is quick to his feet and ascends to the
second rope as Daniels slowly pushes himself to his feet ... Flores
leaps ...]

CL: And Flores drills Daniels into the mat with a second rope bulldog!
Flores hooking the leg of Daniels ...


!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!


!!! THRR !!!


FH: And again Danny Daniels showing why he is the Supreme Champion as
he kicks out!

CL: Flores looks a bit frustrated but he's back to his feet and pulls
Daniels up as well.

[Flores locks on the front facelock and pulls Daniels into the air
with a vertical suplex.]

CL: Dan Flores showing power right here as he holds Daniels in the
air.

[Daniels struggles and is able to slip out of the grasp of Flores and
slides down his back catching in modified roll-up.]


!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!


!!! THRR !!!


CL: And this time Flores kicks out!

[Once again the two men are to their feet but Daniels catches Flores
in the gut with a swift kick. He grabs Flores with a gutwrench and
powers him onto his shoulder; then drops to a knee driving the
shoulder of Flores into his knee.]

CL: Danny Daniels with a picture perfect shoulderbreaker.

[Daniels nods his head has he holds the shoulder of Flores to the mat
and drives his knee into the shoulder once, twice and a third time. As
Flores grabs his shoulder Daniels quickly ascends to the top rope and
leaps ...]

CL: Flores rolls out of the way ...

FH: And Daniels turns his diving headbutt into a somersault at the
last second.

CL: Flores with heads up awareness to avoid TOODLES!

FH: And "Your Hero" showed his ring awareness to make sure he didn't
eat the mat!

[Daniels quickly to his feet ...]

CL: Flores catches the thrust kick from Daniels! EXPLODER SUPLEX!

[Daniels rolls under the bottom rope to the apron as Flores gets back
to his feet to the approval of the crowd. Danny Daniels begins to pull
himself to his feet on the apron as Flores stalks over to him.]

CL: Flores grabs Daniels by the head ...

FH: And Daniels with a right hand to the side of Flores' head! Here
comes "Your Hero" roaring back as he drives another right to the side
of Flores' head.

[Flores steps back a step and Daniels grabs the middle ropes. Flores
steps towards the ropes and Daniels drives his shoulder into the mid-
section of Flores. Daniels grabs the head of Flores and pulls it over
the top rope. Daniels smirks as he leaps off of the apron
clotheslining Flores with the top rope.]

FH: And Daniels using the ring rope to clothesline Dan Flores. I told
you Daniels is a genius!

[Flores crashes to the mat and grabs his throat as Daniels gets back
onto the ring apron.]

CL: Flores is in a world of hurt after that move.

F: Of course he is, Chip! That's a steel cable across the throat!

[Danny Daniels now climbing his way up the ropes.  He stops on the
second ropes and looks at the downed Dan Flores. Daniels smirks and
then climbs to the _top_ ropes.]

CL: Danny Daniels back to the top rope ...

FH: Danny Daniels smells blood in the water and he knows it's time for
this match to end!

[With Danny Daniels delayed on the top rope, a desperate Flores leaps
to his feet, scale the turnbuckles like Sonic the Hedgehog and hiptoss
Daniels off the top rope.]


"___THUUUUUUUUD___"


[HUGE POP!!!]


CL: Dan Flores calls that a Sonic Hiptoss and he just nearly sent
Daniels _through_ the mat.  Flores stumbles over and drops for the
cover!


!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!


!!! THREE !!!


[LEG ON THE ROPE BS - BOOOO!]


FH: Told you Danny Daniels knows his surroundings!

CL: Flores now pulling Daniels up and sends him into the corner with a
big Irish whip.  He takes off full steam towards to spear him in the
corner ...

[At the very last second Daniels dives out of the way and Flores
crashes into the corner with a spear shoulder first into the
turnbuckles.]


"___KAAATHUUUUUUUUD___"


CL:  Flores _just_ missed!

FH: Perfectly designed by Daniels.  He calls that the D-Flo blow!

CL: I'm sure he does.

[Daniels pulls Flores out from the corner and grabs him by the back of
the head slamming his head into the top turnbuckle.]

FH: And Flores' head bouncing off the turnbuckle like a pinball!

[Daniels smirks as he spins Flores around and catches him with a knife
edge chop. He grips the right arm of Dan Flores and attempts to whip
him into the far side corner.]

CL: Flores reverses the whip and Daniels is driven into the corner
chest first!

[Dan Flores quickly closes the gap and grabs the shoulders of Daniels
and leaps into the air ... as he leaps Daniels grabs the top rope.]

FH: And Daniels blocks the lungblower attempt!

CL: Flores was looking to put away Daniels with the Spinal Crack!

[Daniels quickly drops down and hooks the leg of Flores.]

!!! ONE !!!


[Daniels places his feet on the middle rope.]


!!! TWO !!!


!!! THREE !!!


[Daniels quickly drops his feet to the mat as referee Jay O'Riley
stands and signals for the bell.]

*DING*DING*DING*

CL: I can't believe it! Danny Daniels pulls out the win!

FH: Finally a referee that isn't in on the conspiracy!

CL: Danny Daniels' feet were on the ropes!

FH: If the referee didn't see it, it didn't happen!

HD: Ladies and gentlemen your winner ...

!!! DANNY DANIELS !!!

[Dan Flores looks at Danny Daniels how hoists his Supreme Championship
Belt high into the air. Flores slams the mat in frustration as he
slowly stands to his feet.]

CL: Classy even in defeat.

FH: Flores just knows that he has been outsmarted and beaten fair and
square.

[Daniels points at Flores saying something about being Supreme, but
for once the camera didn't catch his voice.]

CL: Flores keeping his composure.  I have a feeling Flores is going to
do big things here.

FH: Sure but he still didn't beat Danny Daniels.  Ke$ha will be upset.

CL: Lets go backstage with the former PVW tag team champions.

FH: Who were robbed by Tom Landis!

[Fade in on the venerable PVW boardroom where Livestock Zappa sits at
the conference table, twiddling his thumbs. It's important to note
that this used to be Zeke Craven's conference room for wooing
corporations like SSN to invest in PVW. It's the same place, giant TV,
other gadgets, but now there's a giant "PVW" logo and pictures all
over the walls depicting past and present champions. Oh, and although
it's not a visible thing, you need to schedule any events you hold in
advance now, regardless of what high-up position you hold in the
company.]

Gutch: So there's pizza, right?

Zeke: You bet, big man. Stacked to the ceiling.

Gutch: Sweet. And all I gotta do is stand there and look tough?

[Swinging out into the hall, the door opens and Zappa raises his eyes
only to lock them on his former partner Gutch Bartilucci. Scowling,
the big headed fat freak looks down on his seated prettyboy
counterpart with contempt.]

Gutch: You never said he was gonna be here.

Zeke: It's a matter of necessity, Gutch. You wouldn't have come here
if you'd known Livestock was here.

Gutch: Damned straight! Probably would've brought Bubba so we could
whoop this cracka.

Livestock: See? There it is again, Zeke!

Zeke: I told you to let me do the talking!

Gutch: It is? What is? Your racism?

Livestock: WE'RE THE SAME RACE! I'm half Italian.

Gutch: And half Nazi.

Livestock: Gutch, please!

Zeke: Livestock, just stop talking!

Livestock: No! No, Zeke, this is an appeal that needs to be made on a
personal level. Gutch, the breakup was a tactic, you know it was a
tactic. Why are you doing this?

[All is silent for about two beats. Zeke looks back and forth between
the two former tag champs as Gutch sucks on his teeth and squints at
Livestock. Sliding gracefully into his seat, Zeke scowls and palms his
face as it's clear that Gutch doesn't have a ready answer to
Livestock's question.]

Gutch: I thought there was pizza.

Livestock: Pizza!?

Zeke: It's coming. Please answer the man's question.

Livestock: Gutch, we've been friends since we were kids. Please just
talk to me like a person here man. Why are you acting this way?

Gutch: I don't know! Okay? You said some real mean things when we were
doin' the fake breakup.

Livestock: It was planned!

Gutch: Nobody said you was gonna talk like that.

Livestock: I ... I'm sorry, I didn't know that criticizing you for
taking bribes from a team that wanted our titles, which we lost you'll
recall, was meaner than saying horrible racist things to me.

Gutch: Uh, well...

Livestock: Which, again, since we are the same race, must also apply
to you ... cracker.

Gutch: Cracka.

Livestock: Come again?

Gutch: It's cracka, not cracker.

Livestock: What's the difference?

Gutch: It's all about the attitude man. Cracka is an ebonics word
y'know? I'm fluent so I got a leg up, right? Cracker's a little flat
bit of unleavened bread, cracka's short for whip-cracker or overseer;
IE the men who lorded power over slaves in pre-civil-war America.
Middle management, really. It's typically applied to Americans of
European descent although, strangely, overseers were often blacks that
were actually slaves themselves given status over the others, making
them actually much stricter and even more ruthless supervisors!

Livestock: Uh ... huh...

Zeke: Okay, dissertation done, and very weird given what's gone
before. Obviously the anger is passed, so let's just go over the
contract for the return match for our Tag Titles, shall we?

Gutch: I dunno.

Livestock: WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON'T KNOW!?

Gutch: Hey, watch your tone, cracka.

Livestock: I'm not a cracka! I'm not an overseer! I'm not your boss,
we're PARTNERS!

Gutch: Could've fooled me.

Livestock: I can't take this. Zeke, look, this isn't gonna work. Maybe
you can get me in the TV Title picture or something? I've seen that
Gionet guy operate. I got the size, speed and aerial games over him.

Zeke: No! No ... singles. Not now and not for this stupid reason! So
one tactic went south and the titles went to an undeserving team.
They're softballs. This is an opportunity to grab them back with
minimal trouble! Think about it.

Gutch: Hey, wuzzat?

[Listening intently, Zeke curses under his breath.]

Zeke: The pizza guy.

Livestock: You really did order pizza?

Zeke: Of course. Why would I lie about that?

Gutch: Yeah, he ain't a liar like you, 'Stock.

Livestock: Okay, when exactly did I lie!?

Zeke: Okay, that's enough, Gutch, go get the pizzas since you're
probably the only one eating them. I used a credit card so you can
just take 'em. Livestock and I have to talk.

Gutch: Don't gotta tell me twice!

[Out the door like a shot, the superheavyweight is on his way!]

Livestock: What is his deal?

Zeke: It's Bubba, he got in Gutch's ear pretty bad. It wouldn't have
been a problem but when you came in to make the save that damned ref
turned activist on us.

Livestock: That still blows my mind.

[A distant voice rings out from down the hall.]

Gutch: Zeke! They need a card imprint!

Zeke: Ut! Dammit, fine! Come get the card!

Gutch: They need to see your ID!

Zeke: Take that too!

Gutch: And they gotta see your face to compare it!

Zeke: What!? Why!?

Gutch: 'Cause the order's over 100 bucks!

Zeke: So have him come inside!

[Pause. Beat. More distant yelling.]

Gutch: He says it's against policy!

Zeke: Oh, you gotta be kidding me! Livestock, don't move a muscle.
Here's a copy of the contract, pre-notarized and everything. Just look
it over and sign sign sign!

[Heading out the door, Zeke stops short, then ducks back in.]

Zeke: And hurry it up! We have to get to the arena pretty quick here.

[Jogging down the hall, Zeke leaves Livestock alone with the papers.
Grimacing, he looks around himself instead of reading.]

Livestock: Wonder where the hell the remote is for this TV.

[Moving to a set of cupboards set in the wall, Livestock rifles around
in their contents.]

Livestock: Yeesh, this is different than when we ran the show. No
liquor down here for one thing.

[A voice interrupts Livestock, from the doorway that's out of view of
the camera.  It's a female voice... vaguely familiar, but without
seeing the owner, hard to place... it's enthusiastic, almost bubbly.
There's an accent... Japanese?  Korean?  Hard to tell.]

Girl1: Ooooh!  Look at that butt.

[A second voice, this one a bit less energetic and without the accent,
concurs.]

Girl2: Nice butt.

Livestock: Huh?  Who's there?

[The burly lawyer bolts to his feet...]

*WHACK*

Livestock: OW!

[Yes, Livestock just hit his head.  Rising unsteadily, the world's
biggest prettyboy surveys these interlopers with suspicion... ...which
fades in about two seconds when he percieves what they actually look
like.]

Girl2: Nice slacks!

Girl1: Shiny shoes!

Livestock: Oh, hi, ladies...... you must have the wrong room.

Girl1: Oh no!

Girl2: The company sent us.

Girl2: Say you been sad.  Morale low!

Girl1: So low.

Livestock: The company? PVW?

Girl2: Why do you ask?

Livestock: Have I seen you somewhere before?

Girl2: Of course not!  Silly man.

Girl1: Silly silly!

Livestock: So wait...... why are you here?

Girl2: Come with us.  Let us show you!

Girl1: Show in bathroom!

[Looking out at them, Livestock grins in a way that shows sudden
recognition of the situation.  Yes folks, he's that slow.  Well, not
in movement speed.  He hustles off-screen as fast as his legs can
carry him.]

Livestock: Wow, you ladies sure are aggressive! And... short.

Girl1: Just tall enough!

[Finally, all three are out the door. Cut back to the arena.]

CL: Interesting things continue to surround the lawyers.

FH: Man what it would be like to be in Livestock's shoes for one day.

CL: I wonder if this is going to effect the focus of the former PVW
tag team champions.  PVW's tag team division continues to be a toss
back to old school tag team wrestling.  With Max and Sal, Livestock
and the Gutch, Everlasting Hell, Prophets of Rage, and the up and
coming additions to the PVW roster.

FH: Zeke will get Livestock and The Gutch back on track and --

[Before Fred can complete his statement, a loud, rather shrill voice
fills the air via the PA system.]

AML: Ladies and lasses, girls and babes, welcome to the "MAGIC HOUR"!

[Brightly colored lights of all colors kick up in a darkened arena.
They spin faster and faster as Ferry Cortsen's "Fire" starts up.]

Oh woman you make me feel

Like I'm fire

Oh woman you make it real

It's the only way for me

[Instead of Herk Douglas, the voice of Arvelle "Magic" LaFayette is
heard on the PA.]

AML: Introducing, from the fantasies that stir the loins of your
daughters, sisters and wives, at a woman pleasing, lady teasing, wife
stealing 505 pounds; from WA-HA-KA, ME-SI-CO, the Latin lover that has
your woman screaming his name and no other... *deep breath*
FranciscoGabrielMaximillienIsadoreOsorioMagnon

[Holy crap, that's one long name.]

AML: ...aka "EL MACHISMO MAGNIFICO Y GUAPO" PACO MAGNON! And his
partner, the Miami Mauler, the South Florida Steel Deal, the piece of
beefcake that has your woman drooling from north and south... this is
MAXIME JEAN BAPTISTE!

CL: Just what the heck is going on here?

FH: I don't believe it! Finally, PVW has signed some actual talent
instead of fishing through bullet riddled bodies for possible undead
fodder!

[The duo stand behind Arvelle, who is in a white suit with bolo tie,
then nod their head before...]

AML: And with this duo of destruction, this combination that will put
all the ladies on their backs in this great nation, is me, the maestro
of the microphone, the sultan of sweet nothings and the grand poo-bah
of hoop-lah, I am MAGIC! But that ain't all folks, we've got the buxom
boom-boom that'll make you swoon-swoon, the hills and valleys that
will tighten your pants way in advance and the curves that will make
you want to swerve, this is the lilting flower, the lily of the
wrestling world; get up and cheer Miss Florine!

[Dressed in a yellow gown with a frilly umbrella, Florine teases with
some thigh then hides her blond headed visage behind that umbella.]

AML: Ladies and gents, if the sun don't get'cha, THE HEAT will!

FH: WHOA! Look at that Miss Florine! I'd love to floss with her...

CL: Watch it Fred.

[The quartet have entered the ring. The Mexican, Paco Magnon, leaps to
the top of a turnbuckle and begins gyrating his hips while Maxime
Jean-Baptiste stands behind Florine and Arvelle, flexing. "Magic"
still has his microphone and looks like he has more to say.]

AML: Phoenix, in the valley of the sun. The cold, bitter days of
HEATlessness are over! Tonight, for your viewing pleasure and our
actual leisure, the HEAT will begin the demonstration of why we are
the #1 tag team in this dump!

FH: Florine... *drool*

CL: Someone get Fred a towel.

[Arvelle is walking back and forth while Paco has moved to another set
of turnbuckles. Meanwhile, Maxime has hoisted Florine on his right
shoulder, where she sits demurely.]

AML: You see, ladies and lassies, the HEAT knows y'all can't put up no
competition worthy of a tag team of our stature. Your Cattle and
Gultches, Profits and Rage, A Jew, A Muslim and a Pizza Place, none of
them can stand up to the level of wrestling that the HEAT can bring.
None of them can stand in kitchen when the HEAT is pouring it on. So,
instead of wasting your time picking on any of those bozos, the HEAT
has brought in it's own opposition for the 2011 HEAT Invitational
Tournament! We're here to show y'all that you ain't cooking unless you
got you some HEAT!

[The Magic Man signals to the back as two guys who look like vagrants
stumble out from the back.]

AML: AND INTRODUCING THE CHALLENGERS! From out behind the dumpsters of
the local Hardees; weighing at a combined who cares; this is Hobo
Jones and his partner Vagabond Jones - The Landis Express!

[Yeah, no one likes show offs. The two homeless guys manage to make it
down to the ring and somehow enter. Meanwhile, Florine has left the
ring and Paco has told Maxime to go to the corner. Arvelle has exited
and the audio picks up the sound of another head set being put on.]

AML: Howdy, folks! I thought I'd lend some actual showmanship to this
here broadcast.

FH: Thank you! I have to deal with biased nonsense from Chip all night
so having an actual neutral party will be good.

CL: *sheesh* This is going to be a long night.

[Hobo Jones, who is wearing a dirty brown overcoat and tissue boxes
for shoes, begins the match for the Landis Express. Paco is the legal
man for the HEAT.]

AML: Judging by the smell, I suspect the Landis Express is from just
outside of Hamilton, Canada. That's next to Dopey, Canada and Grumpy,
Canada.

FH: I'm learning a lot already!

CL: Oh brother...


=========================================

PVW - HEATWAVE - TAG TEAM DEBUT MATCH
Heat v. The Landis Express

=========================================


*DING*DING*DING*

[Paco circles Hobo Jones, who scratches himself. Paco has made his way
behind Hobo Jones, who is still pre-occupied with scratching himself.
Meanwhile, Vagabond Jones has left the apron and has begun trying to
steal food from fans.]

AML: Look at how overconfident Vagabond Jones is acting! He believes
so strongly that Hobo Jones has this match in the bag that he has gone
over to fritter his time away with the fans!

CL: He's fighting an 8 year old girl over her popcorn.

FH: Don't play Landis apologist!

[Hobo realizes something is up when he is hit in the back of the head
with a superkick by Paco.]

AML: PUTA MAKER out of nowhere! After so much back and forth action,
Magnon with the PUTA MAKER! I can't believe how much of a fight the
Landis Express has put up but it is all over but the final 3 count.

CL: Did anything else happen besides that other homeless guy getting
tazed by security?

FH: Hey, Florine, can I get your number?

[As Florine Walker-Davies just shakes her head at Fred's request, "El
Machismo Magnifico y Guapo" has tagged in Maxime Jean-Baptiste and
Maxime picks up Hobo Jones in a pile driver position. Paco climbs the
top rope and hops off, pushing down on the feet of Hobo Jones as
Maxime starts the actual pile driver. Maxime puts a boot on Hobo
Jones's chest and Paco makes the referee count to three. The duo
celebrate as if they won a major award.]

AML: Sit down, shut up Landis Jones! That's the match, folks! It's
over. And advancing to the next round of the HIT: THE HEAT! No need to
thank us for brightening up your days, folks, that's just what the
HEAT does! Let's go boys!

[A snap of the fingers and the other three members of the HEAT move to
join Arvelle "MAGIC" LaFayette in leaving.]

CL: Well that was unusual.

FH: I know these guys lasted inside the ring much longer then Tom
Landis.  They should change their names.

CL: Very funny, Fred.  I guess Heat are another addition to the
already stacked PVW tag team division.

FH: Another hot manager.  This is becoming a breeding ground for hot
babes.

CL: Only because I don't know where to go after that display.  Cameras
are rolling backstage with William Craven as he prepares for his
match.

[Cut to the back.  Sitting, hunched on a stack of cinder blocks in a
storage locker surrounded by old junk and staring at his hands,
William Craven smiles, muttering to himself.]

WC: Down into the depths to swim the river Styx among the shores of
Tartarus.  Brought back by the love of a wood nymph and the light
breathed by a man in a red and white carriage.  He claims to dwell in
darkness.  So much illusion, the glamer shatters like thin crystal...

[On and on, his murmuring solitude taking him far away from the world
and it's worries, Bill yammers on to himself.  In answer to the
yammering come a pair of quizzical looks from either side as the
Prophets of Rage make their infamous entrance from stage right and
stage left.  Shadoe Rage looks at the intelligent demon with interest.
Derek Rage's eyebrow quirks up.]

DR:  Where does that verse come from?

SR: It speaks to a certain bleakness, yeah.

[Starting slightly, Bill looks up from his hands, clenching them shut
and sending large flakes of rust-red material falling from the gauze
in which they're wrapped.]

WC: You've found my sanctuary have you?  Experienced my reverie
unbidden and cast my quietude from heaven to ground.

[Rubbing his face and smearing it slightly with whatever's on the wrap
around his hands, Bill collects himself somewhat.  Standing
unsteadily, his voice turns more sober.]

WC: What you've heard is my not a verse of any stripe but the voice
given to my innermost thoughts.  Of late they've been given wings to
fly wild and free and especially in the cold evenings of winter when
the air is redolent with the scent of blood.

The time has come to free the blood from it's prison, yes?

[Craven waits expectantly.  The Prophets look at each other with some
amusement.]

SR: And people say that I'm crazy.

DR: He talks like his name's William Shakespeare not Craven.

SR: Doesn't matter as long as he's ready to go out there and create a
work of art in the ring.  Billy, you're ready to do that, aren't you?

[Derek seems to be most interested in the answer.]

DR: We're not about to get caught slipping out there.

WC: The ring is my canvas, the blood is my paint and it will grease
the stage on which we dance.  Come.  Let us show the world that there
is yet glory to be had in violence.

[Bill stands, gives each Rage brother a nod, then steps forth out of
the storage locker.]

SR (slapping Craven on the back): You damn sure talk funny, but I like
the way you think.

DR: I guess tonight is going to be one of those nights.

SR: Tell me, those tattoos must hurt, right?

[Stopping short, his scarred and green brows knitting, Bill glances
back at Shadoe, a smirk exposing his half missing, sharpened teeth.]

WC: Never felt a one.

[Waggling his split tongue at the pair, Bill exits the scene.]

SR: (mildly disgusted) Did you get a look at that?

DR: Make sure to keep him away from Pizzazz.

[Shadoe Rage breaks out into a bright grin as the pair follow the
lizard-like freak. Fade back to the ring where Herk Douglas is
standing by.]

HD: The following contest is a tag team match scheduled for one
fall... Introducing first, from Pittsburgh, PA, weighing in at a
combined weight of five hundred pounds... JD and Devin Houlihan...

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

["Know Your Enemy" by Rage Against the Machine screams out of the PA
system, as the crowd stands.  Some cheer, some just stare, but either
way, out from the curtains come JD and Devin! Each one takes a side on
the aisle, 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 fans' hands along 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.  They 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!]

HD: And their partner ...

( "I Remember" by Low starts playing over the sound system of the
arena. The audience starts to cheer, although they have never heard
this entrance music before, they know who it must belong to. From the
entrance way emerges the man known as Herscher von Donkerhardt clad in
his trademark brown trunks with black leather lining on the inner
thigh, black boots, and newly won PVW American Championship belt,
around his waste. The audience starts to cheer louder as the Dutchman,
comes down the entrance way.

#I remember every number #

Herscher eyes are icy blue, and he has a stone face look of
determination on his face. People along the aisle way reach for his
hand, and Herscher slaps a few of them on the way to the ring.

#I remember graduation #

HD: He is originally from Utrecht in the The Netherlands, but now
calls Phoenix, Arizona home. He is the "The Netherlands Submission
Machine", and reigning PVW American Champion Herscher von Donkerhardt!

(FACE POP)

Herscher goes up to the ring steps

#I remember painted face#

Herscher flexes and stretches his toned and chiseled physique as he
waits for the entrance of the other wrestlers involved in this match.)

#No they couldn't believe #

# It was you I knew #

HD: And their opponents being accompanied to the ring by Pizzazz
Elysee... Weighing at a combined weight of five hundred and seventy
three pounds... Shadoe Rage and Derek Rage...

!!! THE PROPHETS OF RAGE !!!!

[The houselights go down to be replaced by purple spotlights. Smoke
fills the arena and the broad, slow, deep, gloomy notes of Chopin's
"Death March" suck the joy out of the arena. The curtains part and out
sweeps the Angel of Death, Shadoe Rage. In sharp contrast to the
dirge, Rage is animated. He wears his sparkling sequined cloak. He
throws out his arms, flourishing to the dirge's heavy beat. His
partner, Derek Rage strides out from behind the curtains.  He wears a
boxer's robe with the hood up over his head.  He looks like a giant
Grim Reaper. The two are joined by Pizzazz Elysee as they head down
the ring.

Shadoe Rage pulls of his sunglasses and hands them to a child at
ringside. His eyes burn with an almost inhuman fever.  From the floor
he springs up the ring steps and leaps over the top rope. He spins and
flourishes in the ring to the time of the music before he whips off
the cape. He leans over the ropes, pointing at the child he gave his
glasses. "The violence tonight is all because of you!" he screams.
Derek Rage joins him inside the ring.]

HD: And their tag team partner...

[Black. Twin pinpoints of red spring to life as a rhythm guitar plays
the opening strains of "Space Lord" by Monster Magnet. A red line
reverberates between them and off the sides of the screen, keeping
time with the rhythm of the guitar.]

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

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

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

[Bursting from the back comes a large figure, holding high what looks
to be a sword. Wearing nothing but a pair of camouflage pants and a
black gas mask, his hands and feet are wrapped in red gauze.]

[Stopping before the entrance portal, he is bathed in a storm of
flaming sparks.]

HD: Ladies and gentlemen, hailing from Detroit Michigan. Weighing in
tonight at 320 pounds, this is WILLIAM CRAVEN!!!

[Walking the aisle, Bill slaps a few hands, then walks a circuit
around the ring, swinging his "sword" high overhead.]

[Sliding into the ring, Bill climbs the turnbuckle, rips off the gas
mask, and waggles his twin tongues between his gapped and sharpened
teeth. His green skin glimmers with moisture, and sprays this moisture
as he beats himself in the forehead with the flat part of his wooden
sword.]

[Hopping down, Bill turns to face the center of the ring.]

[Before the referee can signal for the bell, William Craven, Shadoe
Rage, and Derek Rage rush the ring and all 6 men begin to fight in a
huge brawl to start things off...]

FH: THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT!  This one's going to be a real
crap-kicker, and I am going to LOVE watching William Craven and
company hand it to those punks.


=========================================

PVW - HEATWAVE - THREE ON THREE MATCH
Herscher von Donkerhardt & The Renegades
v. William Craven & Prophets of Rage

=========================================


*DING*DING*DING*


[They're all paired off now--Shadoe Rage and Devin Houlihan, JD
Houlihan and William Craven, and Herscher von Donkerhardt and Derek
Rage, each in a corner of the ring, each standing toe-to-toe in a
slugfest.  Shadoe Rage has Devin Houlihan cornered and is pounding
away with right hands, while JD Houlihan is doing the same to William
Craven.  Meanwhile, Derek Rage and Herscher von Donkerhardt are
leaning on the ropes, and Derek Rage gets in a poke to Herscher von
Donkerhardt's eye, giving him enough time to clothesline Herscher von
Donkerhardt over the top rope to the floor.]

CL: HvD SENT CRASHING OVER THE TOP!  And now it's a three-on-two
advantage for Craven's Misfits..

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

FH: Here we go!

CL: NO!  What a counter by JD and Devin Houlihan!

FH: AARRGH!

[Sure enough, Devin Houlihan ducks and JD Houlihan leapfrogs over him
to avoid the collision. Not expecting that, all three men are left
totally off-guard, and pay for it, as JD Houlihan nails Shadoe Rage
with a clothesline, and Devin Houlihan takes down Derek Rage with a
one half of a double clothesline.  However, Craven had enough presence
of mind to duck the blow intended for him...]

FH: GREAT MOVE BY CRAVEN!  A true veteran and ring general!

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

FH: Ah, and it was just getting good!

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

CL: JD and Craven jockeying for position in the center of the ring,
and JD Houlihan gets the edge thanks to a quick poke to the eyes of
William Craven!

FH: Come on, referee, do your job!

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

FH: ANOTHER GREAT MOVE BY MY MAN CRAVEN!

[Pizzazz Elysee applauds Craven as he takes the advantage from JD
Houlihan.  William Craven quickly hits the ropes and drops an elbow
onto JD Houlihan on the rebound.]

CL: Quick cover by Craven!


!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!


FH: SLOW COUNT!  SLOW COUNT!

CL: JD Houlihan kicks out at two!

[Craven grabs one half of the Houlihan brothers by the hair and drags
him into his corner, making the tag to Shadoe Rage.]

CL: Craven tags Shadoe Rage in, and sends JD Houlihan for the ride
with a double Irish whip.  Here comes JD Houlihan on the rebound...

[Craven and Shadoe Rage grab each other by the wrists and nearly
decapitate JD Houlihan
with a double clothesline. Craven stomps JD Houlihan a few times
before the referee makes him leave the ring.  Meanwhile, Shadoe Rage
immediately goes to work on JD Houlihan, laying the alligator boots to
the chest of face of JD.  Having seen enough, Devin Houlihan runs into
the ring, but gets cut off by the referee. Seeing the opportunity,
Derek Rage comes into the ring while the referee's attention is taken
with Devin Houlihan.]

FH: What a stupid move by Devin Houlihan.  All his complaining is
allowing the Prophets of Rage to hand JD Houlihan a beating.

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

CL: JD Houlihan reversed the suplex!  He just planted Shadoe Rage into
the mat!

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

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

[CROWD]: One!  Two!  Three!  Four!  Five!  Six!  Seven!  Eight!  Nine!
Ten!

FH: CLOSED FIST!  The referee should DQ Devin Houlihan on the spot for
that!

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


!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!


!!! THR-- !!!

FH: NO!  Shadoe Rage kicks out, like I ever doubted that he wouldn't.

CL: Devin Houlihan really caught Shadoe Rage off guard there, and just
about sealed the win for his team.

FH: Please, Chip.  Shadoe Rage knew EXACTLY what he was doing.

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

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

FH: Shut it, Chip!  That was a perfectly executed plan by the Prophets
of Rage.  Tonight, you are seeing exactly why they are known as one of
the 'all time best'.

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

CL: Derek Rage lifts him up... FACE PLANT!

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

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


!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!


FH: HE GOT HIM!


!!! THRE- !!!


CL: NO!  Devin Houlihan kicks out a split second before the ref's hand
hits the mat for a third time!

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

CL: Looks like Derek Rage is going for a running powerslam.

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

CL: WHAT A MOVE BY DEVIN!  And both men are down and out! Here comes
the start of the ten count!

FH: Are you sure he can count that high?

ONE

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

TWO

THREE

FOUR

FH: DEREK RAGE IS STARTING TO MOVE!

FIVE

SIX

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

SEVEN

EIGHT

[Derek Rage stumbles his way over to his corner, finally making the
tag to an anxious William Craven.  Devin Houlihan has now gotten to
his feet, and is reaching for the out stretched hand of Herscher von
Donkerhardt.  But Craven gets to Devin Houlihan before Herscher von
Donkerhardt can, grabbing him by the legs and pulling him to the
center of the ring.]

FH: SMART MOVE BY CRAVEN!

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

CL: Craven and the Prophets of Rage seem to have found a weakness and
exposed it.

FH: They created that weakness, Chip.

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

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

[While Fred and Chip continue their witty banter, Shadoe Rage drags
Devin Houlihan over to the ropes and places his right leg across the
middle rope.  Shadoe straddles the leg and leaps into the air, landing
with all his weight directly onto the injured knee of Devin Houlihan.
After causing Devin Houlihan more pain, Shadoe Rage kneels down beside
his rival and slaps him in the face a few times. Shadoe Rage shouts a
few insults at Devin Houlihan, before making the tag to Derek Rage,
who runs in and starts kicking away at Devin Houlihan's knee.  Derek
Rage grabs a handful of hair and brings Devin Houlihan to his feet,
pushing him into a corner.  Derek Rage unloads with a pair of knife
edge chops...]

[CROWD]: OHHHHHHHHHH!

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

CL: AND DEVIN MAKES THE TAG TO HVD!

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

CL: HVD IS A HOUSE OF FIRE!

[But the numbers are too much for Herscher von Donkerhardt, as
eventually Shadoe Rage nails him from behind.  Immediately, JD
Houlihan and Devin Houlihan charge into the ring, and it all goes to
pot...]

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

[Devin Houlihan slowly gets to his feet, while the other five men go
at it in an all-out brawl.  JD Houlihan is getting double teamed by
William Craven and Derek Rage, while Herscher von Donkerhardt is
pounding away on Shadoe Rage in a corner.  After a stiff right hand
that stuns Shadoe Rage, Herscher von Donkerhardt lifts him up and
places him on the top rope.  Herscher von Donkerhardt climbs up with
him and locks on a front facelock.]

CL: HVD HAS SHADOE IN POSITION FOR A TOP ROPE DDT! THIS COULD SPELL
THE END FOR THE PROPHETS!

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

FH: BEAUTIFUL!  JUST BEAUTIFUL!

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

CL: WAIT A MINUTE!  HVD'S NOT THE LEGAL MAN!

!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!


!!! THREE !!!


FH: NO!  HE CAN'T DO THAT!  HIS KNEE IS DESTROYED!

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

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

CL: OH NO!  The clip by Craven caused Devin Houlihan to smash his own
partner
in the corner!

FH: HA HA!  William Craven is the smartest man I know!  Well, other
than me, of course.

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

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

[Outside the ring, Derek Rage is leaning up against the ringpost, with
JD Houlihan charging at him.  However, Derek Rage moves at the last
second and JD Houlihan's shoulder crashes into the steel post.  JD
Houlihan falls to the concrete clutching his shoulder, while Derek
Rage catches his breath.  Back in the ring, Shadoe Rage and William
Craven are taking it to Devin Houlihan and Herscher von Donkerhardt.
In the ring, Craven drops Devin Houlihan with a vertical suplex.
Shadoe Rage sets Herscher von Donkerhardt up for a piledriver, but is
having a hard time getting him up. Finally, Herscher von Donkerhardt
counters the move with a backdrop, sending Shadoe Rage crashing to the
mat. Across the ring, Craven leaps from the second rope at Devin
Houlihan, but Devin Houlihan rolls out of the way causing Craven to
connect with nothing but mat.  Outside the ring, Derek Rage throws JD
Houlihan shoulder first into a guardrail.]

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

[Herscher von Donkerhardt goes straight after Shadoe Rage, nailing him
with a forearm to the temple as Shadoe stands up.  Across the ring,
Devin Houlihan catches Craven with a European uppercut as he stands,
driving him into the ropes.  Devin Houlihan sends Craven for the ride,
and plants him with a hard spinebuster on the rebound.]

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

FH: HEY!  HE IS NOT THE LEGAL MAN!

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


!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!


!!! THRE- !!!


FH: YESSSS!  DEREK MAKES THE SAVE!

[Sure enough, Derek Rage came out of nowhere to pull Devin Houlihan
off of Craven, and immediately begins stomping on Devin Houlihan's
knee.  Meanwhile, Herscher von Donkerhardt is staying on top of Shadoe
Rage, nailing him with a springboard back elbow. JD Houlihan is still
laid out on the outside, and is just now getting to his feet.]

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

FH: WHAT CHOICE DOES HE HAVE?

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

FH: Look at that!  Devin Houlihan's knee isn't going to make it!

[JD Houlihan has finally climbed back into the ring, evening up the
odds.  He goes over to Herscher von Donkerhardt, and they send Shadoe
Rage for the ride.  Herscher von Donkerhardt catches Shadoe Rage on
the rebound and lifts him up, then drops him down as JD Houlihan moves
in behind him...]

[CROWD]: OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH!

CL: OH MY STARS!  WHAT A MOVE!

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

[JD Houlihan just plants Shadoe Rage with the SPLITTING HEADACHE with
the assist from Herscher von Donkerhardt and not his brother Devin.
Wasting no time, JD Houlihan makes the cover, as Craven and Derek Rage
both get back on their feet...]


!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!


FH: HELP HIM OUT, GUYS!


!!! THR-- !!!


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

[William Craven made it over just in time to kick JD Houlihan in the
head and break up the pin.  As Craven goes after Herscher von
Donkerhardt, JD Houlihan gets back up quickly and drops Derek Rage
with a jawbreaker.  He then grabs Craven from behind and delivers a
neckbreaker, stopping Craven dead in his tracks.  But instead of
capitalizing, JD Houlihan begins to yell at Herscher von Donkerhardt
for not keeping Craven from breaking the pin.]

CL: WHAT THE?  JD IS GETTING ALL OVER HVD!  WHAT'S THIS ABOUT?

FH: HVD DIDN'T DO HIS JOB!  HE DESERVES TO BE BERATED!

[Suddenly, JD Houlihan shoves Herscher von Donkerhardt, who in turns
shoves back... pushing JD Houlihan right into a schoolboy roll-up
courtesy of William Craven.]


!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!


!!! TH--- !!!

[Realizing what he'd done, Herscher von Donkerhardt dropkicks Craven
in the back of the head to break the pin up.  But Shadoe Rage is
waiting, and as Herscher von Donkerhardt stands up, Shadoe Rage hits
The Dirge out of nowhere, leaving Herscher von Donkerhardt down and
out.  But as Shadoe Rage stands up, Devin Houlihan levels HIM with a
running clothesline.]

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

FH: AND THINGS AREN'T TOO COZY BETWEEN HVD AND THE RENEGADES EITHER!

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

FH: DQ!  DQ!  HE THREW CRAVEN OVER THE TOP ROPE!

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

FH: Oh, well... good!  Where's my baseball bat?  I need to, uh...let
Craven sign it.

CL: Sure thing, Fred.

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

FH: THIS IS IT!


!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!


!!! THREE !!!


FH: YESSSS!

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

CL: WAIT A MINUTE!  FUHRMAN IS WAVING IT OFF!

FH: WHAT?  HE CAN'T DO THAT!

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

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

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

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

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

FH: WATCH YOUR MOUTH, CHIP!

[JD Houlihan draws back his hand, preparing to slap Pizzazz Elysee
across the chops, when Craven nails JD Houlihan from behind with a
chair, saving the Prophets of Rage's valet.  JD Houlihan crumples to
the ground, while a rather irate Craven smashes the chair over one
half of The Renegades head for good measure.  Back in the ring, Shadoe
Rage is again pounding on Herscher von Donkerhardt, while Derek Rage
lifts Devin Houlihan up and plants him with a Canadian backbreaker
into a reverse side slam.  Derek then stands right on Devin Houlihan's
throat, using the ropes for leverage to increase the pressure.
Meanwhile, Shadoe Rage has lifted Hesher von Donkerhardt up into
position for a tombstone piledriver but out of nowhere, Herscher von
Donkerhardt shifts his weight and reverses the hold, planting Shadoe
with his own move! With Shadoe Rage out of it, Herscher von
Donkerhardt turns his attention to Derek Rage, who is about to wrap up
the bad knee of Devin Houlihan in a figure-four.  Before Derek can,
however, Herscher von Donkerhardt blindsides him with a superkick,
dropping him like a ton of bricks.]

CL: HVD IS ON FIRE!  HE TOOK OUT THE PROPHETS OF RAGE BY HIMSELF!

FH: NO!  THIS ISN'T HAPPENING!

[Wasting no time, Herscher von Donkerhardt lifts Derek Rage up and
sets him on the top rope, then ascends with him.  HvD hooks a front
facelock, and this time there's no one to stop him, as he pulls Derek
Rage off and PLANTS him through the mat with a top rope DDT!]

CL: HERE'S A COVER!


!!! ONE !!!


FH: WAIT!  SHADOE'S BACK UP!


!!!! TWO !!!


FH: HERE COMES SHADOE FOR THE SAVE!

[Shadoe Rage leaps and breaks up the pin on his brother. HvD gets to
his feet and grabs Shadoe Rage and goes for a bulldog and connects but
instead of letting go of the head he starts rubbing Shadoe's face into
the mat. Meanwhile, William Craven slides back into the ring and picks
up Devin Houlihan and drills him with a Heart Punch. HvD is still
rubbing the face of Shadoe into the mat as Craven turns over Devin for
the cover...]


!!! ONE !!!


[HvD finally realizing that Craven is pinning Devin and lets go of
Shadoe's head...]


!!! TWO !!!


[Somehow Derek Rage grabs HvD's leg and stops him dead in his
tracks...]


!!! THREE !!!

FH: WILLIAM CRAVEN AND THE PROPHETS OF RAGE DID IT!!! I TOLD YOU THEY
WOULD!!!


*DING*DING*DING*


HD: The winners of this match as result of a pinfall is the team of
... THE PROPHETS OF RAGE AND WILLIAM CRAVEN!!!

CL: William Craven continues to unleash his will on the PVW.

FH: The former champion Rob Cole isn't even in Phoenix.

CL: And the Prophets are just looking down at the Renegades.

FH: The Prophets looking to regain their place as the gateway to the
PVW tag team division.  They just showed the Renegades they aren't
some masked team from Mexico with a pretty face ... and rear in their
corner.

[Hersher von Donkerhardt with Sid are now leaning over checking on the
the fallen Devin.]

FH: To makes matters worse Craven used the Heart Punch to finish off
the twin.  I wonder if that was to rub a little salt in the wound of
Marcus Manson.

CL: Another guy we have yet to hear from.

FH: Like you just said, Chip.  Craven is unleashing his will on the
PVW.  Mark my words nobody is safe!

CL: Speaking of Craven ... Lets go backstage with his brother Zeke.

FH: I am sure Livestock is still preoccupied.

[Cut back to the old PVW boardroom where both Gutch and Zeke are
currently sifting through a mess of papers and other sundry items.
It's mostly Zeke as Gutch is sifting with one hand and eating pizza
with the other.]

Gutch: Seriously, Zeke, I don't think it's here.

Zeke: It has to be here!

Gutch: Nah, I think 'Stock took it with him.

Zeke: He's not that stupid.  He knows what I'd do to him if he took
off with that contract.

Gutch: Yeah, well, uh, he was scared of you 'cause he cared what you
thought.  Maybe he don't care no more.  Maybe he's gonna try and make
a different team and get the straps back that way.

Zeke: Livestock Zappa is loyal to a fault, Gutch.  I know you prefer
your new friend Bubba but I just don't see him latching onto anyone
else.  Besides, what team could he possibly form?

Gutch: Livestock and the Hand of God?

Zeke: What?

Gutch: What what?  He's okay with Chase Williams.  Plus, y'know,
they're like ... the same size.  They could be the biggest high flying
team ever.

Zeke: That's ... actually not a bad idea.  But no.  Just keep looking
and, for the love of God, put down that pizza!

Gutch: But I'm still hungry!

[Back to looking.  Zeke mutters under his breath.]

Zeke: Hand of God ... I used that as a gimmick in what?  1999?

[As if on cue Livestock staggers into the room, braces himself on the
open door which, predictably, swings wide and he falls face first on
the floor.]

Gutch: Stock!

[Running to his partner's side, actually dropping his pizza, Gutch
rolls him onto his back.]

Zeke: Dammit boy!  What happened to you!?

Livestock: Not sure ... I think I got laid.

Gutch: Laid?  Way to go!  Who was she?

Livestock: Two girls.  Yumi and Tai...

[Bending down, Zeke pries Livestock's left eye open and looks at the
pupil, checks the other in the same way.]

Zeke: Dammit, dilated.  What the hell's on my hand?

[Rubbing his fingers together, Zeke scowls, lifts his fingers to his
nose, sniffs, and snarls, shuddering.]

Zeke: CHLOROFORM!

Gutch: Wuzzat?  Crazy knockout gas?

Zeke: Oh *BLEEP*.  OH *BLEEP*!  We have to get to the arena!  Now!

[Bushy beard bristling with rage and fear, Zeke runs about the
cluttered room snatching up all three men's briefcases and heads for
the door.]

Gutch: What?  Why?  'Stock can't even walk!

Zeke: Carry him you land whale!  Our return match for the tag titles
is flying out the window!

Gutch: Oh ... no way!

[Getting to his feet, Gutch struggles to get Livestock upright.  Zeke
shouts from down the hall.]

Zeke: Now now now!  The Lexus is already started!

[Giving up on lifting the 275-pound dishrag from floor to his
shoulder, Gutch opts to drag him out the door.  Cut!]

FH: What ... This smells like a trick from the Wild Cards!?!?!  Are
they back??  God I hope not!

CL: Something isn't right here but I can't place my finger on it.

FH: Nobody messes with Zeke.  Trust me there is going to be hell to
pay.

CL: Well as far as we know the match between Everlasting Hell and
Livestock and The Gutch is still going on TONIGHT!

FH: It better.

["Painkiller" by the Freestylers featuring Pendulum kicks in over the
loudspeakers.  The Phoenix faithful pops briefly in anticipation at
the unexpected and admittedly unfamiliar interruption ...

...at least until they see who's now coming down the aisle.

The crowd erupts into boos as they spy the two men responsible for
shattering the dreams of hopeful talent desperately trying to get
their foot in the door of PVW for the past few weeks.  The well-
dressed giant in the black pinstriped suit takes up the rear,
unflappable to the jeers of the crowd.  His black leather jacket and
jeans wearing associate leads him down, a broad sneer plastered on his
face, a steel chair folded under one arm and holding a microphone in
the other.]

CL:  Hmmm ... It appears "Bad Wolf" Christopher Black, finally making
his way ringside with his manager.  It's utterly disgraceful the way
they've conducted themselves since arriving to PVW!  Rather than
actually fight, they've been ambushing and assaulting people because
Black's manager thinks they're beneath him!

FH:  Don't get your panties in a bunch, Lester.  Those schlubs WERE
beneath him!  I'm glad someone's finally clearing out the deadwood
around here.  Mark my words, that man is a future champion!

CL  Fred, how can you say that?!  We haven't even seen him actually
WRESTLE anyone yet!

FH:  When you've been in the business as long as I have, you just get
a sense for these things.  Now, admittedly, I don't see him taking out
Rick Marley any time soon, but then again, I don't see ANYBODY taking
out Marley any time soon.  But having that monster tear apart Gionet
or Donkeycart?  Oh yeah, totally happening!

CL:  Not unless Black gets his act together and earns his place up the
ladder -- something he's refusing to do.  The PVW administration wants
a public apology for his actions and I've got a funny feeling we're
not going to get one.

FH:  I told you before, stop eating burritos!  They give you gas.

[The music dies down as the duo arrives at the ring.  The giant
carefully pulls himself through the ropes first, then holds the middle
one down to give his colleague easier access.  The man in the leather
jacket unfolds the chair and then promptly sits down.  He brings the
mic to his lips.]

Man #2:  Phoenix, Arizona...  [Reflexive hometown pop!]  ...god,
you're all a miserable bunch o' sheep, aren't ya?!

[The man's Northern English accent makes his words that much more
harsh and gutteral as the boos rain down in earnest.  He just leans
back with a satisfied smirk at the crowd's reaction.]

Man #2:  Yeah...that's right.  _Sheep_.  Now the Bad Wolf, he comes
down to your fair country expectin' challenges worthy o' him!  What
does he get instead?  Garbage!  An' he's supposed to be bloody
grateful for it? " Thank you, Phoenix, for these useless tossers you
call fightin' men!"  [He snorts]  Not bloody likely...

[The vocal dislike of the fans is all-too apparent, but the big man
remains unmoved by the jeers of the crowd.]

CL:  Black seems content to let his manager do the talking for him.
Or should I say "insulting"?  Not that anyone should have been
surprised... [Pause.]  Do we even have a name for Black's manager?

FH:  That's on a need to know basis.

CL:  You have no idea who he is either, do you, Fred?

FH:  Hey, it's not my fault that moron Dean Hayes can't be bothered to
do his job and get some damn research done on these things!  What sort
of reporter is he anyways?!

Man #2:  The Bad Wolf don't waste his time on trash.  You ought to be
THANKIN' him for clearin' out your garbage!  Instead, you want the
Wolf to grovel 'cause ya hold back his check.  [He smirks, shooting a
look towards the fine attire of the giant before turning back to the
jeering crowd.]   Well, he can live a rich long life with what he has,
don't ya worry.  He can wait...  can you?


[Heel pop!]

CL:  I do not like where this is going...

FH:  Hey, the man's right!  Black was given losers to face.  Who'd be
happy with that?  That's a slap in the face.  They did PVW a favor if
you think about it.  In fact, our illustrious president Johnny Detson
should keep it going and hire Black to take out that idiot Foley as
part of his challenge!

CL:  [groans]  Detson is NOT the president of PVW!

FH:  Your capacity for self-delusion is pathetic, Chip.

Man #2:  You sheep...  [An ugly grin crosses his face.]  You whine an'
bleat about "disrespect" an' "payin' your dues" but the truth o' the
matter is none o' ya gave one fig about them sorry buggers either.
Quit lyin' to yourselves.  Ya NEVER cared either!

[The PVW erupts into a fresh round of boos, not liking that
implication in the slightest.  He just pulls himself straight in the
chair, cold grin still on his face.  The colossus beside him stays
emotionless.]

Man #2:  So this is how it's gonna be, Phoenix.  No more dregs.  No
more scrapin' the bottom o' the barrel an' callin' it worthy
competition.  The Bad Wolf is here RIGHT NOW an' he ain't movin'!  Any
o' you yobs in the back man enough to take him on, get your arse down
here NOW.

[Heel pop as he throws the mic down.  All eyes turn back up the aisle
to see if anyone will step up to answer such an obnoxious demand.  A
few seconds pass, then...]

"All right, that is enough!"

[A very familiar, mellifluous voice booms over the arena speakers and
the crowd unleashes a MASSIVE FACE POP as Sinister's voice echoes
throughout the arena! Sinister stares very angrily at both men in the
ring and his look is returned by both. In Sinister's right hand is a
house microphone and it appears to be a toy in his massive hand]

FH: Oh for cryin' out loud!  The night was going to so good without
having to see this cheater, this opportunist, this unappreciative EVIL
man!

CL: There you go again with that ‘evil' garbage! What is with you!?

FH: I'm telling you Chip, Sinister is evil and it was proven when he
pinned Daniels after Daniels bravely fought against Jack Griffin and
Sinister at the same time!  You saw it Chip!

CL: You must be smoking the same stuff that Daniels is Fred! You have
got to be kidding me!  Daniels was beside himself with fear over
Sinister not crumbling to the mat when he attacked his right knee!

FH: He had a titanium rod inserted in that knee or something!  I'm
telling you Chip, it's not normal!

[As the crowd noise quiets a bit, Sinister begins to shake his head
slowly and continues]

Sin: "That is enough of the both of you insulting this organization by
bad-mouthing its talent and blindsiding people who are working to
achieve their goals and dreams!"

[Another LOUD POP as the majority of the crowd agrees with Sinister!
The two men in the ring obviously disagree as they both point to
Sinister and speak between themselves]

CL: Absolutely correct Fred! Who is ‘Bad Wolf' to come here, attack
people from the blindside and then belittle them because he is not
willing to work as hard as they are!?

FH: Why work hard when you can force your way into getting what you
want!? I don't see why Christopher Black would need to risk his health
to make into this organization when he can continually send messages
like he has been doing until he is taken seriously?

CL: You can't be serious! Everyone in this organization, yourself
included, has put in a lot of time, effort and sacrifice to make this
company run.  You're now going to sit there and tell me the easy way
in is okay with you!?

FH: Stop lecturing me Chip!

Sin: "Furthermore, why should PVW even allow you to come into this
organization?  What have you proven, other than the fact that you run
around like rats, scampering and attacking unsuspecting people who you
probably couldn't battle face to face!"

[And with that, the crowd lets another LOUD POP roll from their mouths
then Sinister begins to walk down the aisle towards the ring.  This
causes a very loud ANTICIPATION POP! The two men in the ring begin to
motion for Sinister to get into the ring!]

CL: I think Sinister is done talking Fred and is now making his way
towards the ring!

FH: I hope ‘Bad Wolf' beats Sinister down badly!  Who is he to come
out here and interrupt this man!?

CL: I wonder, Fred, if you would say such brazen statements if
Sinister were standing directly in front of you!?

FH: Dammit Chip, I said shut...up!

[Sinister reaches the ring steps and stops]

FH: Ha, he's scared!

[Sinister raises the microphone slowly and points at both men with his
left index finger]

Sin: "Let's just see how worthy you are to waste the PVW fans time and
mine!"

[MASSIVE POP as Sinister drops the microphone and launches himself
under the bottom rope.  Before he can get out of the way, Sin
immediately sends the well-dressed giant crashing down to the canvas
with a stiff right cross.  The smaller, leather jacket wearing man
jumps from the chair, but before he can do anything the Chi-Town Beast
has already grabbed him by the front of his jacket and chucks him over
the ropes much to the delight of the crowd.  Sinister then turns back
towards his quarry, laying fist after unrelenting fist into the fallen
big guy who just curls into a crumpled heap for what little good it
does!]

FH:  Ack!  Get up, get up, GET UP!!!

CL:  HA!  Typical bully.  The so-called "Bad Wolf" is blowing nothing
but hot air!  Black's getting a taste of his own medicine right now!

FH:  How can you be so heartless, Chip?!  A violent, evil sociopath is
attacking a defenseless man right now-- get UP, Black -- and you're
laughing at him!   Where's security?  This is a completely unwarranted
attack!

CL:  Tell that to Eddie Cassidy and all the others Christopher Black
ruthlessly attacked.  Tell that to the fans and all of the PVW
officials he's insulted by not following the standards of our sport!
His manager mouthed off enough about wanting a challenge.  Sinister is
here to show exactly why you should be careful what you wish for!
Black--

[Chip pauses, frowning.]

CL:  Black isn't doing anything to defend himself, is he?

FH:  [moaning]  ...don't remind me...

[The initial delight of the Phoenix faithful about seeing this giant
get his just desserts has faded as even the most bloodthirsty fans
have seen how one-sided this fight has become.  The Chi-Town Beast,
too, is letting up as he realizes his pathetic, crumpled opponent
isn't putting up any attempt at offense.  He turns away in disgust...

*!CRACK!*

...only to meet the unforgiving impact against his just-healed knee by
a steel chair wielded by the smaller man in the leather jacket.  As
the man in the suit slowly crawls out of the ring, the Chicago native
stumbles back in surprise and pain.  With a sick look of malice, the
smaller man quickly runs and bounces off the ropes, launching himself
with the chair held forward out.  Sinister gets stunned as the chair
hits his stomach and drops to all fours.  HEEL POP!]

CL:  Black getting a much needed save by his manager here!

FH:  He should cut his losses and dump that useless lump of dead
weight!  Hell, he's putting up more of a fight against Sinister right
now!

[The man in the black leather jacket nails a wicked looking kick to
Sin's temple, then starts laying a series of stiff elbows to the back
of his head, keeping Sinister off-balance.  Chip and Fred shoot each
other a look as the realization suddenly dawns on them and the crowd.]

CL:  That man... HE'S the Bad Wolf!  He was Christopher Black all
along!

FH:  HA!  I love it!  Not so funny now, is it, you evil bastard?!
This'll teach you to pick on the little guy!

CL:  It was a set-up all along!

FH:  And it was BRILLIANT!  That idiot Sinister assumed the big guy
was Black.  You know what they say when you assume!  Like I said, "Bad
Wolf" Christopher Black is a future champion!

CL:  Fred, don't you start!  You thought the big guy was Black too!

FH:  Don't know what you're talking about, Lester...

[Basking in the jeers of the crowd for a few moments, the now-revealed
Christopher Black picks up the chair again and starts to bring it down
for a vicious crash across his woozy foe's head...]

CL:  CAUGHT BY SINISTER!  Black assumed Sinister wasn't in a position
to fight back anymore -- but you know what they say when you assume!
Don't you, Fred?

FH:  Shut up!

[The Englishman attempts to play tug-of-war with the Chicago native,
but it's all for naught as Sin rises to his feet, YANKING the chair
out of the Bad Wolf's grasp.  Still apparently undaunted by the near
full foot and hundred pound advantage the Chi-Town Beast has over him,
Black attempts to go for the knee he attacked earlier, but Sin is
ready, sending the Wolf staggering back with a European uppercut...

...and immediately Sinister presses his advantage by grabbing Black's
throat!  Massive POP by the fans!]

FH:  Foul!  Foul!  This is clearly a violation of the Geneva
Convention!

CL  The Bad Wolf's got nowhere to go...could we be seeing the Chi-Town
Massacre?!

[And that would be a "no", Chip, as at this point security has finally
made their way to the ring and begin separating the two men much to
the dismay of the Phoenix crowd.  Ungrateful of the salvation security
gave him, a wild-eyed Black -- the large red mark fresh around his
neck from such a massive grip -- still futilely tries to go after
Sinister, who is all too eager to continue the fight.  Security stands
their ground, finally pushing back both men away from each other and
back up the aisle.  All but forgotten in the chaos, Black's large
associate just quietly follows after the mass of security, his
expensive suit obviously no longer in such fine condition.]

CL:  After all these weeks, "Bad Wolf" Christopher Black finally has
the challenge he's been asking for in the mighty Sinister -- and I bet
he's now beginning to regret it!

FH:  Don't count on it, Chip.  Didn't you see the look on Black's
face?!  That wasn't fear or regret!  That's a man possessed!  He WANTS
a fight.  He's hit the motherlode -- and he KNOWS it!

CL:  Well, time will only tell if Black can actually stand toe to toe
with the veteran Sinister -- and everyone else in PVW.  You saw the
size difference between the two men!

FH:  All I saw was a slow-moving buffalo against a ruthless predator,
Chip.  Nature ain't pretty.

CL: This time Black may have bit off more then he can chew.  Sinister
is the go to guy in the locker room, not some local talent trying out
for a roster spot.  He defeated one of your favorites at Rise From the
Ashes II.

FH: You mean cheated our Supreme Champion out of a victory.

CL: Speaking of Rise From the Ashes II we had a battle of respect with
Caleb Foley giving it his all but in the end ...

[Fred abruptly cuts Chip off.]

FH: Johnny Detson, our President and CEO was just too much!

CL: I was going to say that Detson used his sneaky ways and a handful
of tights to get his hand raised in victory.

FH: Oh sure make it look much less valiant then it really was.

CL: However after the match, we saw some fire from Caleb Foley.  We
saw some rage, and we saw some justice!

FH: He is lucky that he still even has a job.  Johnny Detson could
have fired him.  However, thankfully for that red-headed step child,
Detson is a fighting President.

CL: Now Caleb Foley will have his chance at some revenge.  But first,
he must play Detson's "games".  And that leads us to tonight.  Caleb
Foley is forced to take on his friend Larry Gionet in the first of
three in the Johnny Detson challenge.

FH: A genius move.  In the first match he forces Caleb to face one of
his only two friends in the whole world.

CL: tonight, Caleb squares off with the PVW Television Champion Larry
Gionet.

FH: The only person less entertaining then Larry Gionet is Daniel
Foley.

CL: Fred!

FH: What I am just saying I've seen more life from Daniel is all.

CL: I will _not_ be apart of this.  You tore down Caleb Foley's
deceased father at Rise From the Ashes II.  Tonight, you need to show
a little respect.

FH: Dang you are a little touchy tonight, Chip.

CL: I just think Caleb Foley has been put through enough.  He doesn't
need you reminding him of a very difficult period in his life every
time he prepares to wrestle another match.

FH: I am just saying the wrong person was in a Buried Alllii ---

CL: Alright, lets just go to Herk inside the ring.

[The camera cuts to The Voice who stands in the center of the PVW
ring.]

HD: This match is scheduled for one fall.  Introducing first ...
Wrestling out of Stoughton, Massachusetts.

He is our current PVW Television Champion ...

The PVW's Warrior ...

Larry Gionet !!!

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

Mini Strobe lights rotating between blue and red flash up the
scaffolding, circling in the dark chaos of the darkened archway
illuminating the figure of a man standing in the darkness. The lights
begin flashing near the rampway off and on surrounding now the visible
figure of Larry Gionet before fading out again. Larry Gionet steps up
out onto the stage with the PVW TV Championship in tow. He looks
across the sea of fans as a chorus of boos resonate throughout the
arena.

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

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

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

CL: This is a special Detson Challenge, so the PVW Television
Championship isn't on the line here tonight.

FH: Detson dosen't want Foley being able to win gold out of this
match, as it is a punishment not a reward.

CL: Come on, Fred.  Caleb Foley only agreed to this stupid stipulation
to get his hands around Johnny Detson's neck and squeeze some respect
out of the snake.

FH: I am shocked, Chip!  How can you talk about our boss like that.

CL: He's not our boss!

HD: His opponent ...  Wrestling out of Dublin, Ireland.

He is known through out Phoenix as PVW's son.

The Celtic Crippler ...

CALEB FOLEY !!!

["Loyal to No-One" by The Dropkick Murphy's plays over the PA as the
arena goes completely silent. SO silent in fact you could probably
hear a pin drop...

A hooded man stands at the entrance just bouncing to the beat of the
music. His head is down so his face is completely covered. The man
lifts up his head to reveal that it is none other Caleb Foley and the
crowd has absolutely exploded now with cheers. Caleb pulls the hood
off his head and reveals a new hairstyle his reddish hair completely
slicked back and a full red beard with a black goatee. Caleb begins to
walk down the entrance when he stops, he bends down and pounds his
knuckles to the ground and his points up to the sky as if he sending
his father a message.

The crowd is in full support of the Irish born superstar. Foley
continues to walk down to the ring as the fans are chanting his name
but seems not to really be interacting with them as much as his once
did. Foley is looking in the ring and he seems to mean business. Foley
slides underneath the bottom rope and begins to stretch against the
ropes.]

CL: Caleb Foley and Larry Gionet are two of the three pieces of a new
PVW alliance.

FH: Some alliance ...

[Larry Gionet removes the PVW TV Championship from his waist.  He
looks down at it and then hands it over to the referee scheduled for
the bout tonight.  Caleb Foley is in deep thought preparing himself
for the battle at hand.]

CL: This match was scheduled thanks to Johnny Detson.  He has to be in
the back just loving this.

FH: You mean in his executive suite?


=============================================

PVW - HEATWAVE - JOHNNY DETSON CHALLENGE
Caleb Foley v. Larry Gionet - TV Champion
(Non-Title Match)

=============================================


*DING*DING*DING*


[Caleb Foley extends his hand to Larry Gionet and the two men quickly
shake hands.]

CL: Nice show of sportsmanship between friends there.

FH: This is the wrestling business, Chip. It's not a  place for
friends.

[Foley and Gionet lock up in the center of the ring; the men are close
in height and weight so no real advantage is gained. After a few
moments Gionet shoves Foley back breaking the lock up and smirks slyly
as he dives forward reaching for Foley's leg. Foley leaps backward
sprawling upon the back of Gionet as he does so. Foley attempts to
float over but Gionet hooks the leg blocking Foley's attempt.]

CL: Gionet blocks the float over and he twists his body hooking
Foley's leg as he does.

[Larry Gionet begins to stand to his feet trying to power Foley up
with a fireman's carry. Foley throws elbows to the side of Gionet's
head forcing Gionet to loosen his grip on the leg and Foley slips to
mat. Foley tries to quickly clothesline Gionet but he ducks and grabs
the back of Foley's shoulders and leaps into the air driving his knees
into the back of Foley as he does so ...]


"___TTTHHHUUUMMMPPP___"


[Foley grabs the top rope and Gionet crashes to the mat back first.]

CL: And Foley with a beautiful counter to the double knee backbreaker
known by many as the lungblower.

[Larry Gionet rolls to his feet as Caleb Foley turns around and points
to his head with a a smile on his face. Larry nods at his friend and
the two men lock up once again. Larry Gionet is able to gain the
advantage and quickly shifts from the lock-up into a side head lock.
Foley with a rapid series of elbows to the mid-section and pushes the
television champion back into the ropes. Jay O'Riley orders for the
clean break but before Gionet can break the hold Foley shoves him
towards the far side ropes. Gionet rebounds off the ropes ...]

CL: The Celtic Crippler leapfrogs over Gionet and he rebounds off of
the ropes.

[Caleb Foley catches the rebounding Gionet with a a deep arm drag
takeover and shifts into a quick armbar keeping the television
champion grounded. Foley drives his knee into the back of Larry
Gionet's shoulder adding extra pressure to the armbar.]

FH: And here I thought interviews by the two men were boring.

CL: Classic chain wrestling here tonight, Fred. Foley continuing to
stretch that arm out and Gionet still refusing to give.

FH: That doesn't surprise me at all. One thing Gionet doesn't know is
the word quit.

CL: Wow, a compliment ...

FH: Stop cutting me off, Chip. I was going to say he absent that day
in kindergarten and didn't learn it. Just a hindrance for his career
honestly.

[Gionet shifts his weight getting his knees underneath him and begins
to push Foley back into the corner. Gionet stands to his feet as
O'Riley orders for the clean back. Foley releases the armbar and
Gionet taps Foley on the chest twice before raising his hands and
taking a step back. Foley nods his head and Gionet rushes forward
catching Foley with a stiff clothesline standing him back into the
corner.]

FH: Gionet showing some aggression as he has Foley pinned into the
corner and connects with a nasty palm strike to the head that rocks
Foley.

[Gionet steps back as Foley shakes his head trying from the impact.
O'Riley warns Gionet to keep out of the ropes and Gionet nods his
head.]

CL: I'm a bit surprised by Gionet there.

FH: Why? He broke the hold cleanly and Foley stepped away from the
corner before he was cleaned by the clothesline. I told you there is
no room for friendships in wrestling, Chip.

[Foley rushes out from the corner with fire in his eyes and tries to
spear Gionet, who sidesteps it. Foley sprawls face first on the mat
but he quickly gets back to his feet and turns around to face Gionet.]

CL: Gionet and Foley are nose to nose and the crowd is loving the
face-off between the two friends! They quickly lock-up once again.

[Foley locks Gionet in a side headlock and he begins to grind the
forearm into his friend's skull.  Gionet works him close to the ropes
and sends him across.  Foley comes roaring back and ducks under a big
right hand.  He hits the ropes and rebounds into a flying body press.]


!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!


CL: No!  Gionet drives a shoulder up.  Foley and Gionet back on their
feet quickly.  Foley swings, but Gionet blocks it and fires back.

FH: Those shots don't look like they are too friendly right now.

CL: That's what Detson is counting on.  It's all mind games.

[Foley still showing some fire as he shoves Gionet and fires off a
forearm that catches Gionet in the jaw. Goinet shakes his head and
answers back with a forearm of his own.]

CL: The two just exchanging forearms right now in the center of the
ring.

FH: Detson is a genius! He knew it would only be a matter of minutes
before the two friends would show their true colors. He was hoping it
become a slugfest cause as much as I hate him, Gionet is a stiff
bastard in the ring and he will knock Foley out!

[Gionet drives another forearm into Foley's jaw rocking him back a
step and he quickly spins around ...]


"___CCCRRRAAACCCKKK___"


CL: Spinning back fist takes Foley to the mat!

FH: Foley looks like a baby in his cradle right now. Oh man, I hope he
doesn't start to cry.

[Gionet wraps his arms around Foley and lifts him driving him into the
mat with a belly-to-belly suplex. Gionet pushes himself back to his
feet and grabs his friend's legs and locks in an inverted clover
leaf!]

CL: A submission attempt here by Gionet!

FH: Well the match is now over.  It was good while it lasted but we
all know Foley quits as easy as Brett Farve does when he's on a losing
football team.

CL: Foley reaching towards the ropes ... However Gionet lifts Foley
off the mat slightly and moves Foley away from the ropes placing a
great deal of pressure on Foley's lower back.

[The majority of the crowd is in full support of Caleb Foley, cheering
him on as he begins to inch towards the ropes again.  This time he
reaches with determination and dives his arms into the ropes.]

[SUBMISSION BREAKING POP]

FH: Wow, I am stunned Caleb Foley didn't quit.  Wait tell the camera
to get a close up, I want to see if he is crying.

CL: Gionet releases the hold.

[Foley uses the ropes to rise to his feet. Gionet charges and Foley
sends Gionet up and over the ropes. Gionet though lands on the ring
apron and swings a right hand, but Foley blocks it and hooks the PVW
Warrior and lifts him up and over with a vertical suplex!]


"___THUUUUUD___"


CL: Foley brings Gionet right back in with a suplex.  And both men
RIGHT back up.  Gionet stumbles right into a SPINEBUSTER!


"___THUUUUUUUUUD___"


FH: Nothing like watching two friends destroy one another all because
Johnny Detson was a little bored backstage for the night.

[Foley now locking on a submission of his own ... The Celtic Clutch!]

CL: Foley showing Gionet, more importantly Johnny Detson that he isn't
going to be out done here tonight!

FH: If Caleb would of brought even half this fire to Rise From the
Ashes then maybe just maybe he wouldn't be in this position.

CL: Foley didn't lose the match due to lack of fire, Fred.

FH: I don't disagree with you there.  He lost due to lack of skills
compared to Johnny Detson.

CL: Or a handful of tights.

[Gionet inches his way towards the ropes and Foley isn't able to keep
the PVW Warrior away as he forces a rope break.]

CL: Both men pulling out submission attempts and both men able to get
to the ropes.

FH: Nothing says friendship like ripping limbs. Don't believe me just
ask Perry Fontana.

CL: This is playing into exactly what Johnny Detson wanted.  He knew
that Foley and Gionet were too professional to not give it their all.

FH: It's like putting two spiders in a cage for enjoyment.  Detson can
just sit back and watch these two tear one another apart for no reason
other then because Johnny Detson said so.

[Both men are now back up and standing across from one another.
Gionet gives his friend a nod and Foley returns the gesture.]

FH: Awww ... Isn't that sweet.

CL: Nothing but respect between these two men, Fred.

[We have another elbow-collar tie up as the crowd gives a huge pop.]

CL: It's almost like a second start to the match.

FH: I guess we can allow both men continue this bromance.

CL: Are you telling me you have never had a good friend like this?

FH: I did once ... Until I slept with his sister.

CL: Figures.

[Gionet drives a knee into the gut of Foley doubling him over and then
drives a knee in to the jaw. As Foley stands upright, grabbing his
jaw, Gionet connects with a standing dropkick dropping Foley to the
mat.]

CL: Gionet grabs Foley pulling him to his feet and scoops him up
slamming him down to the mat.  Gionet drops a knee to the side of
Foley's head and quickly pulls Foley back his feet.

[Gionet places Foley in an inverted facelock then spins under Foley,
while holding the facelock, twisting him into the cutter position ...]

CL: Gionet with an amazing rolling cutter!

[Gionet grabs the far leg and hooks in a deep cover.]


!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!


!!! THR -- !!!


CL: Foley kicks out of one of Gionet's favorite moves!

[Gionet exhales deeply as he gets to his feet and slowly begins to
pull Caleb Foley to his feet.  A hard right hand and Larry Gionet
quickly locks on a waist lock.]

CL: Gionet going for a belly to back suplex.

[Foley blocks it and counters by spinning around with a waist lock of
his own.  Larry Gionet tosses a stiff elbow backwards that breaks him
loose from Foley's grip.  Gionet charges and hits the ropes but The
Celtic Crippler is a step ahead of Gionet, catching him low with a
dropkick to the knee!]

FH: What a friend!  Nothing like saying, "Hey how ya doing buddy?"
With a dropkick to the knee.

CL: Both of these men are competitors, Fred.

[Gionet getting back up gingerly and just in time as Caleb Foley takes
him back down with a charging clothesline.  Caleb Foley then grabs the
top ropes and uses them to springboard high into the air hitting a
picture perfect Asai moonsault! As they hit the mat Foley hooks the
leg of Gionet.]


!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!

[Foley slaps the mat in frustration and quickly gets back to his
feet.]

CL: No, Larry Gionet kicks out!  The PVW Warrior is back up and Caleb
Foley bounces off the ropes and takes Gionet down with a running
neckbreaker!

[POP!]

FH: [Singing] I get high with a little help from my friends.

[Caleb Foley is fired up as he pulls Larry Gionet back to his feet,
quickly locking on a full nelson.  Gionet is stuck with no where to go
as he is lifted up and slammed down hard to the mat.]


"___THUUUUUUD___"


CL: Caleb Foley with a full nelson slam.  And things are starting to
look grim for Larry Gionet.

FH: But Foley isn't looking for the pinfall this time as he ascends to
the top rope.

CL: You can only assume he wants to hit his 450 splash ...

[Larry Gionet sees Foley on the top rope and rolls away from the
corner before getting to his feeet once again. Foley shakes his head
and drops down back to the mat. The two men circle one another and
Foley shoots in trying for a takedown but Gionet sidesteps and drops
and elbow to the back of Foley's head before he can get back to his
feet. Gionet measures Foley with another elbow to the back of the
head.]

CL: Gionet has Foley back up and Foley is trying to fight back but
Gionet with a stiff forearm.

FH: That will slow that Irish drunk down.

[Gionet sends Foley into the ropes ... The Celtic Crippler bounces off
into a tilt-a-whirl ...]


"___CRRRAAAAAACKKKK___"


[RIB CRAAAAACKKKKAAAAA POP!]


CL: Larry Gionet's famous Rib Cracker and the fans love that move!

FH: I love when he does it to Caleb Foley!

CL Gionet now hooking a leg.  He could have a win right here!


!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!


!!! THREE !!!


[HE KICKED OUT POP!]


FH: Dang you should have pulled the tights, Larry!  It works just ask
Detson.

CL: Rubbing it in, Fred.

[Gionet looks a little frustrated and pulls Foley back to his feet.
He double underhooks and begins to lift into a piledriver position,
but Foley counters it by back body dropping the PVW Warrior up and
over.]

[COUNTER POP]

CL: Both men are down and the fans are on their feet!

FH: I wonder who the fans are cheering for tonight.  Or perhaps they
are like me.  They want both to fall awkwardly and end their careers.

[Both men are on the ground as the fans let loose.]

CL: Gionet pushing himself up now.  He is up and pulling Foley back up
... JAWBREAKER BY THE CELTIC CRIPPLER!  Gionet bounces backwards.

[And Foley is up and charges _SPEARING_ Gionet down to the mat.  The
crowd bursts into cheers as Foley leaps back up.  The fire in his eyes
tells it all.  He then leaps into a standing moonsault as the crowd
begins to sing -]

"IIIRIIIISHHHH EYES ARE SMIIIIIILING"

CL: An Irish Blessing by Foley!  And he drops down and hooks the leg!


!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!


!!! THRRR !!!


[ANOTHER HUGE KICK OUT POP]


CL: GIONET IS THE ONE TO KICK OUT THIS TIME!  This match has been a
back and forth battle.  Two friends ... Two competitors ...  This is a
respect match, Fred.  This is what the match at Rise From the Ashes II
_should_ have been like.

FH: Hell no!  This isn't Detson's style.  When he comes out here, he
has a plan and he executes it like the leader that he is.  He doesn't
mess around and he doesn't cater to these fans.

[Foley is now back up.  He looks like he is going to set up for his
big sit-out spinebuster.  He tosses Gionet towards the ropes and
Gionet reverses sending foely into the ropes.]

CL: Foley rebounds off and ducks the clothesline from Gionet. He spins
around and attempts a spinning heel kick ...

[Gionet ducks the kick and doubles Foley over with a stiff knee to the
mid-section.]

CL: Gionet taking control again as he lifts Foley into the air with a
powerbomb ...

[As Gionet lifts Foley he drops him quickly onto the top rope and
using it for momentum as he spins around and drives Foley into the
match with a sit-out dragon powerbomb! The crowd roars for a approval
at the move.]

CL: So far neither man has been able to get a decisive advantage over
the other! Foley and Gionet appear to be almost too evenly matched!

FH: That's because neither one of them is willing to hurt their
"friends" feelings! If this was a title match I bet they wouldn't be
tip-toeing around each other so much! What a joke!

CL: I hardly think you could accuse either man of going easy on the
other in this match, Fred! Both competitors giving it their absolute
-- What in the...?

[As Gionet begins to drop for the cover, the crowd starts to roar as
the camera swings around to show a disheveled figure leap over the
guard-rail encircling the ring seemingly from out of nowhere. A large
bearded man with long, stringy black hair wearing a frayed black kilt,
a hole-filled t-shirt and a ragged flannel lands nimbly on his feet on
the
cushioned floor surrounding the squared-circle and begins approaching
the edge of the mat.]

CL: Nevermind!

FH: Never mind? Some guy just jumped the rail! How the heck am I
supposed to ignore that?

CL: You know damn well what I meant, Fred! Nevermind has somehow made
it into the arena and has managed to make his way to ringside!

FH: Oh, Nevermind!

[Chip looks as if he really wants to say something in return but
instead turns his attention back towards the grungy interloper at
ringside. Nevermind is standing at the edge of ring, closest to Larry
Gionet and is staring directly at him. He simply stands there, until
Gionet finally turns towards him and the two lock eyes. Gionet gets
back to his feet and both men stand there for several tense moments,
Gionet mouthing threats towards Nevermind, who just stands there with
no expression on his face what-so-ever.]

CL: Gionet is so wrapped up with Nevermind that he seems to have
forgotten about this match entirely!

[Foley is slowly pushing his way to his feet as Gionet stands glaring
at Nevermind.]

FH: But Foley hasn't!

[Foley hooks his arm around Gionet's and begins to slide him over.]

CL: Backslide!


!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!


!!! THREEE !!!


CL: Gionet kicks out!

FH: But I think he was a split second late!

[Jay O'Riley stands to his feet and signals for the bell.]

*DING*DING*DING*

HD: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match ...


!!! THE CELTIC CRIPPLER CALEB FOLEY !!!

FH: Yes, yes he was a second too late!

[Larry Gionet sits and glares at Jay O'Riley and begins to plead his
case.]

CL: Gionet telling O'Riley he kicked out but O'Riley just keeps
shaking his head and saying he counted three.

[Larry Gionet runs his hands over his head before he stares at Caleb
Foley as he has his hand raised high in the air.]

CL: Finally, here's security to escort Nevermind out of here!

FH: But the damage has been done! Nevermind just taught Gionet what
happens to people who stick their nose in his business, and he didn't
even have to lift a finger! He just stood there!!

[Several men wearing black shirts with "SECURITY" written across the
back encircle Nevermind, who barely pays them any mind. As he is led
away from ringside by them he maintains eye contact with Gionet, an
almost imperceptible grin upon his bearded face. Gionet glares back at
the filthy man who just cost him the match and pounds the mat in
frustration. Caleb Foley watches as Nevermind is escorted up the
aisle, with a shocked looked upon his face.]

CL: And Foley just realized why he was able to backslide Gionet so
easily.

[Foley looks at Gionet and mouths I didn't know. Gionet shakes his
head in frustration as he pushes himself to his feet. Foley walks over
to Gionet and begins to speak to him as Gionet kicks the bottom rope.]

FH: And Nevermind drives a wedge between Gionet and Foley! I don't
think Detson could have planned this any better!

CL: Planned this?

FH: Of course. The president and CEO of PVW had Nevermind come to the
arena.

CL: He has no say in PVW!

FH: So you choose to believe, Chip.

[Larry glares at Caleb as he continues to state his side of the story.
Caleb extends his hand towards Larry. Larry looks at it for a second
before he takes the hand. The crowd cheers as the two friends shake
hands and Foley then raises Gionet's arm into the air.]

CL: What about that wedge, Fred?

FH: grumble grumble.

CL: I am getting word that Dean Hayes has tracked down the man that we
all _thought_ was the Bad Wolf.

[Cut to backstage, where we find PVW backstage reporter "Swingin'"
Dean Hayes gamely catching up to the large, well-dressed associate of
"Bad Wolf" Christopher Black.  Black, for better or worse, is nowhere
to be seen.]

SDH:  Excuse me!  Excuse me...um, sir?

[The giant turns and stops, eying Hayes carefully as he straightens
the lapel of his now-very rumpled suit.]

Man #1:  Ah, yes, it's Mister Hayes, isn't it?  I only have a moment
or two, but what may I do for you?

[Dean is taken back slightly.  Though the man's accent marks him as
English, it's much more refined than Black's rough Mancunian one --
proper Received Pronunciation.  Nor are his mannerisms in any way
belligerent.  Rather polite, actually.]

SDH:  Uh, yes...um, well, just who are you?  I mean, you're not
Christopher Black's bodyguard by any chance, are you?

Man #1: [looking absolutely abhorred at the suggestion]  Good heavens,
no!  What a ghastly idea!  No, my name is Jacob Rose.  I'm Mister
Black's financial advisor.

SDH:  [confused]  You mean, you're his manager?

JR:  [shaking his head]  One does not manage a man like Mister Black,
Mister Hayes.  One can only make suggestions and pray he'll listen.
In economic affairs, Mister Black does so.  In all other matters, I'm
afraid my influence is severely limited.  [He sighs ruefully.]

SDH:  But why mislead everyone into thinking he was you?

JR:  [calmly] The charade was not my idea, Mister Hayes.   However,
there is something to be said about short term sacrifices -- vis-a-vis
not participating in earlier matches -- in order to accomplish long
term gain.   [Rose pauses, grimacing a little.]   Mister Black was
quite adamant about making an impact -- on HIS terms.  [He shrugs]
That the general public and the workforce of PVW chose not to look
deeper as to whose identity was whose says something about how short-
sighted they are as the correct paperwork was filed with your front
office.

SDH:  Well, the Bad Wolf's made an impact all right AND gotten the
attention of the veteran Sinister, someone I'd like to point out even
has a few inches over YOU, Mister Rose!  That's not even getting into
the clear weight advantage and skills he has!

JR:  I've no doubt Mister...Sinister [he winces at the unavoidable
rhyme] is extremely talented at what he does.  [He shakes his head.]
But it doesn't change the fact that he's now gained the interest of a
very dangerous man indeed.

[No smug bragging.  No cocksure pride.  Rose utters that last
statement as if it were simple, unavoidable fact.]

SDH:  But--!

JR:  [interrupting]  I'm afraid I can't tarry any further, Mister
Hayes.  [Jacob rubs his jaw, wincing again though this time in pain]
I'd like to see if one of the medics could spare some aspirin.  And
perhaps some ice.  As I said, Mister Sinister is extremely talented.
And... [he bites back a sigh]  ...I'd like to get a jump start on the
inevitable paperwork for the fines that I'm sure are coming in as a
result of Mister Black's latest altercation.  Until next time...

[He leaves as we cut elsewhere in the backstage area. The years have
taken a hefty toll on "the Mauler from Milan" Jack Fontana, especially
all the bumps and bruises he endured over the years, but with the
assistance of his trusty wooden cane, he can still hastily hobble up
to intercept his nephew Perry Fontana when he finally spots him near
one of the Armory's rear doors.]

Uncle Jack: (Street clothes?  What are you doing in _street_ clothes?)

[They may have downgraded and cut costs, but seems PVW keeps a
translator on staff to add speed-written subtitles to French
conversations. If this subtitle trend continues, we'll soon find out
what Doc Holliday _really_ says...]

Fontana:  (What do you think,) mio zio?

Uncle Jack:  (I taught you better than this! You can't change to
street clothes, here. You never know when you need to fend off people
trying to jump you. This is even more likely to happen when you're the
champion!)

Fontana:  (Spare me. I hung out with Tom Landis long enough to know
how true that is.)

[Perry's in a red t-shirt labeled "Farine Five Roses," and he shifts
his duffel bag from one broad shoulder to the other before stepping
away, closer to the doors.]

Fontana:  (But I don't have to worry about it because I'm _leaving_.)
Ciao.

Uncle Jack:  (WHAT? But... What about our titles?  You can't abandon
our titles!)

Fontana:  (Watch me.)

[The Everlasting One pushes the rear exit open, meaning to step out,
but his elderly Uncle grabs his arm.]

Uncle Jack:  (You can't leave your partner alone, Luke!)

[Offended, Perry jerks back as if he's been slapped.]

Fontana: _What_ did you call me?

Uncle Jack:  (You can't leave Tom alone, he's your partner!)

Fontana:  (He's not _alone_. He has _YOU_.)  Arrivederci.

[The Deathless One steps out through the door, walking across the
parking lot and off into the Arizonian night.]

Uncle Jack:  LUCIO!! . ah...  [The former shoot wrestler shakes his
head in confusion.] . PERRY!!

[But it's too late.  "The Everlasting" Perry Fontana has vanished into
the night...  As we cut back to the announcers booth.  "Rock The
Casbah" by the Clash suddenly hits the PA and the crowd JUMP TO IT'S
FEET!]

FH: ACK! Who is playing this noise?!

CL: It's the legendary Clash and it can mean only one thing..

FH: We're having an 80's block party?

CL: It's time for our next match! Let's go to "The Voice" Herk
Douglas!

HD: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing
first, weighting 280 pounds, accompanied to the ring byh is tag team
partner Sal Mubarak.. Here is.. MAX WEINRIB!

[HUGE POP as out comes the ever popular duo known as Max & Sal!
They're in their usual outfits, dressed as the Sheikh and Orthodox
Rabbi from the famous Clash music video for the song the duo comes out
to. They give out the high fives as they make their way to the ring.]

CL: These fans love Max & Sal!

FH: Pssh! What do these ham n' eggers know? They're cheering for a
doomed man in my book!

CL: Not liking Max's chances, eh?

FH: I don't like anyone's chances against the number one contender for
the World Heavyweight Championship!

CL: Fred.. Gibson Hayes is not the number one contender..

FH: DID YOU NOT HEAR HIM DECLARE IT EARLIER?!

CL: Just because he SAYS it doesn't.. WHY ARE YOU YELLING ANYWAYS?!

FH: WHY ARE YOU YELLING?!!

Both: ARRRRGH!

[Max climbs into the ring and motions to the fans who GO APE BONKERS
CRAZY FOR HIM while Sal dances around on the outside.]

FH: In any event, this guy is a tag team wrestler, Chip. He doesn't
stand a chance against America's favorite son and our NEW number one
conte-

CL: Not the number one..

FH: You must have a hearing problem, Chip! It was declared earlier!

CL: *sighs*

[Our intrepid PVW camera changes to what one would see if they were
backstage. We see Todd Johnstone, barking at people to get out of the
way to our left while Evelyn Prosser's wiry frame is right in front of
us. To our right is none other than Warren "Big Bubba" Hayes. Road
crew members and stage hands part as we reach the curtain. Then, Eliot
Lipp's "Rap Tight" hits the public address system, leading to a
tsunami of hate as the curtain is pulled back.]

FH: There he is! Our Number..

CL: STOP IT!

FH: You can't deny reality, Chip! Tis not healthy!

The Voice: And his opponent, accompanied to the ring by the #3 manager
of all time according to Illustrated Wrestling Weekly: Todd "The Rod"
Johnstone; he is lead to the ring by his head of security Evelyn
Prosser and his body guard Warren "Big Bubba" Hayes. This is the man
who eliminated Alex Martinez in a battle royal; the man who pinned
Matthew Holliday; the man with the longest reigning champion in PVW
history; the man with the most title defenses in PVW history; the man
with the most successful title defenses in PVW history; the man with
the most wins at Tradition in PVW history; the only Double Champion in
PVW history; the ingural PVW Network/Television title holder; the last
Rising Phoenix Heritage title holder; the first PVW American title
holder; Mr. Tradition himself; the World's Last Hope for a Bright
Future and Better Tomorrow; America's Golden Child...

Crowd: GIB-SON SUCKS GIB-SON SUCKS GIB-SON SUCKS GIB-SON SUCKS GIB-SON
SUCKS GIB-SON SUCKS GIB-SON SUCKS GIB-SON SUCKS

The Voice: ...this is GIBSON HAYES!

[And here comes the ruckus. Gibson is wearing full length black
wrestling tights with red triangles on the hips, going downard to the
knees. He is wearing a white t-shirt reading: CONSPIRACIES CAN'T STOP
ME, red wrestling boots, red knee pads and black elbow pads. Gibson's
afro is in full effect and he looks pretty good considering the battle
he was in.]

Crowd: GIB-SON SUCKS GIB-SON SUCKS GIB-SON SUCKS

CL: The FORMER American Champion...

FH: WHAT?!

CL: Who lost his title in an INCREDIBLE battle at Rise From The Ashes
II..

FH: He was SWINDLED out of what rightfully belongs to America's icon
and favorite son!

CL: There was no swindling or conspiracies, no matter what t-shirt
Hayes wears.

FH: Good people at home, do not listen to my broadcast colleague. He
apparently didn't even hear the announcement earlier that Gibson
"America's Savior" Hayes is the number one contender! CHIP IS NOT TO
BE TRUSTED!

CL: Fred!

FH: BELIEVE IN HAYES ALONE!

[Gibson climbs into the ring and looks ready to go.]

CL: Our referee, Lou Crowe, looks ready to get this match started.

FH: He's like all our referees, just out to collect a paycheck.

[Crowe checks Max for weapons, then goes over to Hayes, checks him
and, surprisingly, doesn't seem to find anything. Max shakes his head
and insists Crowe check Hayes again.]

FH: Can you believe this guy?

CL: Yes. Yes, I can. Gibson Hayes is notorious for hiding weapons.

FH: I think you have our number one contender confused with the
pretender to the number one contendership, Doc Holliday.

[Johnstone complains about it but Crowe searches Hayes again and once
more, finds no weapons. Sal and Max shake their heads.]

CL: Max and Sal aren't buying it!

FH: Chip, the referee checked him TWICE now!

CL: He is sure to be hiding something!

[Max tells Crowe to go "TSA" on Hayes.]

[HUGE POP]

CL: Weinrib is insisting on more inspections and Johnstone...

FH: Is RIGHTFULLY livid, Chip!

[Livid is a way of putting it. Johnstone is yelling obscenities as if
they were earning him dollars.]

TJ: [BEEP] [BEEP] [BEEP] [BEEP]

CL: Good lord!

FH: I agree, it's outrageous what Max is trying to get away with here!

CL: No, the language!

*RNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN*

[Johnstone's obscenity laced barrage is halted by Sal blowing an air
horn.]

FH: What the..

CL: FRED!

FH: Blazes?!

CL: Sal is trying to block out Johnstone's language with an air horn.

FH: That is CENSORSHIP! What country does he think we are in? THIS IS
AMERICA HOME OF THE FREE AND LAND OF THE NUMBER ONE CONTENDE-

CL: AIEEEEEEEEE!

[Crowe shakes his head and all of this and motions for the bell..]

=============================================

PVW - HEATWAVE - ONE ON ONE MATCH
Max Weinrib v. Gibson Hayes

=============================================


*DING*DING*DING*

CL: This match is officially underway!

FH: You're a regular Charles Morgan, you know that Chip?

[Gibson comes out and looks Max over then offers a handshake. Max eyes
Gibson's hand wearily, looks over at Sal, who shakes his head
emphatically.]

CL: Max should not shake Haye's hand.

FH: What kind of poor sportsmanship are you promoting Chip?

CL: You know Gibson..

FH: Our number one contender..

CL: Not our number one contender..

FH: DON'T DENY REALITY!

[Max shakes his head "no" at Hayes but Gibson seems to insist on the
handshake. Sal continues to shake his head at his partner but throws
his hands up as Max shrugs and seems to be reaching out for the
handshake. They shake hands!]

[SURPRISED POP]

CL: Wow.

FH: Ye of poor faith and poor sportsmanship, Chip!

[Then Gibson goes for a poke of the eyes.. But Max ducks the eye poke,
scoops up Hayes in his arms as if a Bear Hug and runs into a corner
slamming Hayes into the turnbuckles back first!]

[BIG POP]

CL: Hayes tries to pull a fast one, like usual, but Max was ready for
it!

FH: What? Weinrib attacked America's number one contender for the
World title for no reason!

CL: I apologize for the lies my colleague is no doubt going to spread
all night about Gibson Hayes being our number one contender.

FH: You need help Chip, denying reality is not good!

[Weinrib steps back and Hayes staggers out of the corner holding his
back. Max runs to the ropes and charges at Gibson with a clothesline
but the former American & Network Champion ducks the blow. Weinrib
spins around right into the eyepoke!]

FH: Ha Ha! You can not deny America's favorite son!

CL: Or his obsession with cheating!

[Gibson smiles as he nods his head while Weinrib leans against the
ropes holding his eyes. Hayes runs to the ropes, bounces off and
charges at his opponent who ducks down and BACK BODYDROPS HAYES OVER
THE ROPES TO THE FLOOR OUTSIDE!]

[HUGE POP]

FH: EEEEEEEEE!

CL: What a back bodydrop by Weinrib! And look at Johnstone!

FH: The poor man is going to have a heart attack!

[Johnstone is going nuts as are the censors as every word out of
Johnstone's mouth seems to be covered with a BEEP. Big Bubba Hayes
goes over to check on Gibson while Sal and Max do a high five through
the ropes.]

FH: Look at those evil invaders celebrating the fall of this great
country!

CL: Fred!

FH: What?

CL: First at the pay per view you were calling Sinister a minion of
the Devil..

FH: That is truth, Chip!

CL: Now you are accusing these two of being evil invaders!

FH: Wow, Chip! Your ears are working NOW, why weren't they working
when Hayes' number one contendership was announced?!

[Gibson gets to his feet and Johnstone is in his ear right away. The
former American and Network champion nods his head and then rolls back
inside the ring. Suddenly Johnstone stomps to another side of the ring
and scrambles onto the ring apron and yells some uh.. "insults" at
Weinrib.]

TJ: [BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP]

CL: My Lord!

FH: You tell him!

[As mothers cover their children's ears at ringside, Sal jumps on the
apron where Johnstone is and gets into it with the manager. Todd is
letting loose a stream of censored verbal assault on Sal, who seems
taken aback by the obscenities. Referee Lou Crowe heads over to break
it up as does Weinrib. Gibson takes the moment to charge Max from
behind but a warning from Sal alerts Weinrib to spin around and scoop
up the charging Hayes and put him onto his shoulders!]

CL: Max seems to have Hayes' tactics well scouted!

FH: The enemies of America have been studying to attack us at our most
vulnerable...

CL: Stop that, Fred!

[Max walks to the middle of the ring and begins to spin around and
around with Hayes on his shoulders!]

[HUGE OMG AIRPLANE SPIN POP]

FH: Stop this madman!

CL: Max is trying to stop Hayes by using the airplane spin!

FH: Our number one contender is not a foreign devil madman!

[Johnstone and Sal get off the ring apron, Todd cursing left and
right, Sal celebrating and MARKING out! Weinrib just spins around and
around and around and then stops, lifts Hayes off his shoulders and
DROPS HIM OVER HIS KNEE WITH A GUTBUSTER!]

[HUGE POP]

CL: What a move by Weinrib!

FH: Don't praise Amercia's enemies, Chip!

[Hayes rolls around holding his midsection while Johnstone yells
censored verbal barbs at referee Lou Crowe, Max and Sal.]

CL: Hayes seems to be suffering from that cage match still!

FH: You sure said that with alot of delight!

CL: Ah.. N-no, never.

FH: ...

[Weinrib ignores the incredible display of obscenities by Johnstone
and yanks Gibson to his feet and lifts him up over his head in a
Gorilla Press! The fans are on their feet MARKING OUT as Weinrib holds
the former American champion over his head. Sal cheers his partner on
and amidst Johnstone's censored verbal stream, Max slams Hayes down to
the canvas!]

[BIG POP]

[Hayes rolls to a corner and seems to roll up in a fetal position.
Johnstone leads Bubba and Evelyn over to the corner on the outside
while Sal and Max look at each other then point out the entourage
going to help out Hayes. Johnstone flies into yet another rage of
censored insults while Bubba and Evelyn rub Haye's shoulders and give
him encouragements.]

CL: This is too much!

FH: What? They're just helping the number one contender relax, Chip!

CL: He's not the number one..

FH: Don't mislead these innocent people, Lester!

[Max shakes his head and stomps over to the corner and grabs Hayes by
his foot and drags him out of the corner.. TO THE DELIGHT OF THE
CROWD! Gibson flails about as he is dragged to the middle of the ring,
Johnstone's fever pitched insult attack in the background. Weinrib
yanks Hayes up and slaps the Abdominal Stretch on the man who was
stretched every which way one can imagine at Rise From The Ashes II by
the new American Champion!]

[HUGE POP]

CL: Good strategy on the part of Weinrib, exploiting the damage that
Her-

FH: Don't you DARE mention that enemy of the United States, Chip!

CL: He is no-

FH: I WON'T LET YOU CORRUPT THE GOOD PEOPLE!

[Hayes yells out in pain which prompts Crowe to ask him if he wants to
give up. Gibson shakes his head "No" then tries to reach for the ropes
but he is far away from them. Max stretches his foe harder which
forces Gibson to reach up and rake the son of Bruno Weinrib's face
forcing the hold to be broken.]

[BOOOOS]

FH: YAY AMERICA!

[Hayes catches his breath while Crowe reprimands him. Weinrib holds
his face while Sal protests which draws another stream of censored
conversation out of Todd Johnstone. As Hayes straightens up he doesn't
notice an angry Weinrib headed his way and he turns right into the
man's grasp. Max scoops Gibson up and slams him down!]

[POP]

FH: Traitors!

[Hayes rolls onto his stomach, holding his back. Max climbs onto
Gibson's back and applies a Boston Crab!]

[BIG POP]

CL: Weinrib keeping up the strategy of exploiting the damage Hayes
took from HvD..

FH: NO! How could you do it, Chip? You think uttering the man's
initials will cleanse you of the SIN of saying his wicked name?!

[Sal MARKS OUT for his partner, Johnstone continues to insult everyone
and anyone, and Gibson is trying desperately to crawl his way to the
ropes but Max is holding firm and stretching back with the Boston
Crab. Johnstone pauses his assault on all people's decency and
whispers something to Bubba who nods his head. Crowe asks Hayes if he
wants to give up but Hayes yells something nasty that basically
translates to "No".]

CL: Hayes in all kinds of trouble and what is this? Johnstone is
walking up to Sal and..Now he's jumping on the ring apron!

FH: He probably doesn't want to get too close to a known color change
on the terror alert.

CL: They're getting rid of the color coded..

FH: HOW DARE THEY DESTROY AMERICA AND IT'S PROTECTIONS FROM SAL AND
HIS ILK?!!

[Johnstone is on the apron and is yelling insults at Max. Sal jumps on
the apron and gets in Johnstone's face, yet again, and of course Crowe
runs over to break up the racket. This is perfect opportunity for
Bubba to reach into the ring, grab Gibson's hands and drag the former
double champion out of Max's grasp, breaking the hold, and towards the
ropes.]

CL: What cheap tactics here!

FH: I know, I have never seen such blatant rule breaking like the kind
that Max and Sal promote to youngsters.

CL: I meant..

FH: No! I agree with you on this one Chip!

[Max is looking around wondering how the hold got broken and then sees
what is afoot. Johnstone hops off the apron and throws his hands up
and walks away. Sal finally notices that the hold has been broken and
is confused. Max gets to his feet and points at Big Bubba who also
throws his hands in the air, pleading innocence. Johnstone, now over
by Evelyn, lets loose his stream of insults towards Max now. Gibson
pulls himself up with the ropes and holds his back but Weinrib is
coming up behind.]

FH: Oh no! Our hero!

CL: Only yours, Fred.

[Johnstone and Bubba try to warn Hayes but it's too late, Max slaps on
a Full Nelson from behind on the former double champion and Gibson
begins kicking and flailing around!]

[BIG POP]

[To the delight of this crowd. But their joy is soon spoiled as Gibson
manages to shoot a foot into the ropes. Crowe sees this but Weinrib
yanks Hayes away from the ropes. Immediately Crowe calls for the break
which Max shakes his head to. Johnstone flies into a rage, Sal
protests Crowe's call for a break, but the referee puts the count on
Max who sighs then releases the hold and argues with the referee.]

[BOOS]

FH: Yes, boo these bad tempered foreign devils!

CL: Fred, you are going to have to stop libeling wrestlers..

FH: IT'S TRUTH NOT LIBEL!

[Johnstone whispers more commands to Big Bubba who nods then goes
stomping over to where Sal is. Bubba startles quite a few people by
slapping the apron loudly and telling Sal to do something about it.
Sal looks ready to give Bubba a fight but Crowe steps onto the ring
apron and tries to defuse the situation. Johnstone then calls out to
Max, getting his attention and then...]

TJ: [BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP]

[GASP]

CL: GOOD... GOD!

FH: Max's mother is a what?!

CL: I'VE NEVER HEARD SUCH AN OFFENSIVE INSULT IN MY LIFE!

FH: I have never HEARD this specific one muttered anywhere by anyone!
SO IT MUST BE TRUE!

CL: FRED!

[Max is PISSED and he goes charging towards the ropes where Johnstone
is outside of and that allows Gibson, now perched on his knees, to hit
a RIGHT HOOK into the groin of Weinrib!]

[BOOOOOOOS]

CL: It was all a trap!

FH: What are you talking about? Max just tripped over his big dumb
feet.

[Max lays on the canvas holding his groin in obvious pain while Gibson
catches his breath, nodding his head all the while. The deed done,
Bubba finally backs off and walks away from Sal who lets down his
guard and looks in the ring to see his tag team partner down on the
canvas! Lou Crowe turns around and sees Weinrib holding his groin and
asks Hayes what happened. Gibson motions that he punched him in the
stomach.]

[BOOOOOS]

CL: I can't believe the referee is buying this!

FH: These referees will buy anything as long as it's free or they're
being bribed.

[Hayes gets to his feet and yanks Max up. He slaps a headlock on
Weinrib and then proceeds to dealt out a noogie to the top of Max's
head. Crowe puts a count on the former American and Network champion
while Sal protests the noogie. Gibson breaks off the noogie and tosses
Max through the ropes to the floor outside, where his entourage
awaits, and then Hayes grabs Crowe by his shirt and spins him around
and begins arguing with the referee.]

CL: Hey you can't.. IT'S A DIRTY TRICK!

FH: It's glorious!

[Indeed, Bubba and Evelyn are stomping away at Max while Hayes has the
referee distracted. It is wonderful heel gamesmanship, just not very
sporting. Sal sees it that way as he runs over to that side of the
ring, trying to draw Crowe's attention to what is taking place.
Johnstone whistles at his stooges who break off the attack and back
off. Sal slaps the apron calling for the referee's attention. Gibson
let's Crowe goe and after warning Hayes, Crowe walks over to see
nothing doing. Sal tries to tell the referee what went down but
Johnstone yells over him calling Sal a liar, amongst other things.]

CL: The language.. What is wrong with Johnstone's soul?

FH: He loves this country, he's a patriot.

[Gibson rolls out of the ring and pulls up Max and rolls him back into
the ring. The crowd at ringside yell all kinds of things at Hayes who
glares at them before climbing back inside the ring. Gibson then
measures out his opponent and drops a knee across the chest and then
transitions to choking Weinrib with his knee.]

[BOOOS]

[Crowe of course puts a count on Hayes who breaks the choke off before
the 5 count. Lou warns Gibson which draws Johnstone up onto the apron
again, yelling at the referee. So of course Sal jumps on there too,
arguing with the often censored mouth of Todd Johnstone. Crowe rushes
over trying to deal with this, which is like a welcoming parade for
Hayes to begin strangling Weinrib with both of his hands!]

[BOOOOOOOS]

CL: This is DISGUSTING! He's out and out choking Max!

FH: I think he's just trying to help Max cough some food he was
choking on!

[Weinrib flails around as Hayes chokes him. Sal spots what's happening
and begins to jump up and down pointing at Hayes. Crowe is going to
look when Johnstone desperately grabs the referee by his shoulder and
asks how he can allow, well best not to know how he refers to Sal, at
ringside. Bubba whistles at Hayes who breaks off the choking and Max
grabs his throat and begins gasping for air.]

[BOOOS]

CL: That was atrocious! Gibson Hayes..

FH: Our number one contender..

CL: Should be banned for life!

FH: That is a bit extreme, Chip! You want the number one contender..

CL: HE IS NOT THE NUMBER ONE CON-

FH: YES HE IS!

[Hayes gets to his feet, makes sure to step on Max's face as he walks
over his opponent..]

[MASSIVE BOOS]

[Then walks over to where the hub-bub is going on and looks at Sal,
jumps back and then..]

GH: Why are they letting terrorists in the country, much less at
ringside?!

[INSANELY MASSIVE BOOS]

CL: These guys are OBSCENE with the bigotry and stereotypes and
hate...

FH: Truer words have never been spoken about Max and Sal.

CL: I wasn't talking about..

FH: We agree yet again, Chip. The world must be ending in 2012 for
real.

CL: I can only hope!

[Sal looks ready to take a shot at Hayes but Crowe breaks everything
up and orders Johnstone and Sal off the ring apron. They both argue
with the referee which gives Hayes the distraction to unravel some of
his wrist tape and go to choking his opponent with it!]

[GIANT BOOS]

CL: Disgusting!

FH: Yeah, Max's face is kind of disgusting.

CL: No, this display of choking from Hayes!

FH: Hayes is not a choker! He only lost one match because he was
swindled!

[Sal is going to point out the choking when Johnstone grabs his arm
and Sal immediately cocks his fist back as if to punch Johnstone which
draws Big Bubba over to step inbetween them. Crowe rubs his forehead,
frustrated to no end with all of them, and orders that both parties
stay on opposite sides of the ring of one another. Meanwhile Gibson
breaks off the choking, stomps on Max then hits a leaping kneedrop.]

CL: Max is in all kinds of trouble thanks to the dirty tricks and
tactics of Gibson Hayes.

FH: There's not a dirty bone in that patriot's body!

[Sal looks on at his tag team partner and then seems to get an idea
and..]

SM: GIBSON SUCKS! GIBSON SUCKS!

[Johnstone flies into an obscenity and censored rage. The crowd
though..]

Crowd: GIBSON SUCKS! GIBSON SUCKS! GIBSON SUCKS!

[Yes, the chant is on! Loud and strong! Hayes holds his ears and runs
in place as if trying to stomp the chants away. Then he angrily goes
to the ropes and glares out at the crowd.]

Crowd: GIBSON SUCKS! GIBSON SUCKS! GIBSON SUCKS!

CL: This crowd is getting to Gibson Hayes!

Crowd: GIBSON SUCKS! GIBSON SUCKS! GIBSON SUCKS!

FH: They're lazy traitorous scum is what they are!

Crowd: GIBSON SUCKS! GIBSON SUCKS! GIBSON SUCKS!

[Gibson shakes his head while the chant seems to get louder. Sal eggs
the chants on while Johnstone is being held back by Bubba from flying
into the crowd with unbelievable rage and cursing. Gibson, holding his
ears still, turns away from the crowd RIGHT INTO THE HANDS OF MAX WHO
GRABS HIM BY THE THROAT!]

[HUGE GIGANTIC MEGA POP]

FH: AIEEEEEEEEE!

[The crowd is LOSING IT, Sal is MARKING OUT, and Gibson Hayes is
flailing around while an angry Max Weinrib chokes him something
fierce! But of course, Hayes has a nullifier for this.]

[DEFLATED POP]

FH: Yes!

[Thumb to the eye! Max grabs his eye and staggers back, while referee
Lou Crowe gets on Gibson about the choke. Johnstone flies into a rage
again, for the gazillionth time. Hayes ignores the referee in any
event, hooks Max, lifts him up in the air, bounces him off the ropes
and...]

[BIG MOVE HEEL POP]

FH: YES! GOD BLESS AMERICA IT'S THE BOUNCED CHECK!

CL: He hit that slingshot suplex on Max pretty good!

FH: Chip.. You've come around to the number one contender?

CL: ... No, I was just saying he hit that move well..

FH: THERE IS HOPE FOR YOU YET, LAD!

[Johnstone is celebrating now, only occasional censor beeps. Sal is
very concerned though. Gibson catches his breath then goes for the
cover. Lou gets into position and begins the count!]

ONE!

TWO!

[BIG POP]

CL: MAX GOT THE SHOULDER UP!

FH: That was a slow count!

[Hayes and Johnstone agree as they both are on Crowe's case about the
count. Sal meanwhile sighs with relief and then begins trying to cheer
on his tag team partner. Gibson shakes his head angrily at the referee
then stomps over, yanks Weinrib to his feet, goes to the ropes and
drags Max's face across the top rope!]

[BOOOS]

CL: So dastardly!

FH: "Dastardly"? What is this? The 1920's?

[Crowe gets on Gibson's case, amidst Johnstone yelling censored barbs
at the poor referee, but Hayes ignores Lou again and his an elbow drop
on his opponent. And then the crowd..]

Crowd: GIBSON SUCKS! GIBSON SUCKS! GIBSON SUCKS!

[Hayes immediately grabs his ears and kicks at the ropes!]

CL: This crowd is putting Hayes off his game!

FH: They're doing it on purpose! Make them stop!

[Sal eggs on the chants..]

Crowd: GIBSON SUCKS! GIBSON SUCKS! GIBSON SUCKS!

[While Johnstone is being held back by Bubba yet again.]

Crowd: GIBSON SUCKS! GIBSON SUCKS! GIBSON SUCKS!

[Hayes tries to ignore the chants and yanks Max up and whips him to
the ropes but..

Crowd: GIBSON SUCKS! GIBSON SUCKS! GIBSON SUCKS!

[Gibson shakes and begins yelling for the crowd to SHUT UP!]

Crowd: GIBSON SUCKS! GIBSON SUCKS! GIBSON SUCKS!

FH: Gibson!

CL: He's not paying attention!

FH: AMERICA'S FAVORITE SON!

Crowd: GIBSON SUCKS! GIBSON SUCKS! GIBSON SUCKS!

[Yes, Hayes has forgotten that he whipped his opponent to the ropes,
who is bouncing off said ropes and now charging at the former double
champion who turns right into a lunging clothesline that FLIPS GIBSON
IN THE AIR!]

[MASSIVE EARTH SHAKING SUPER MARK OUT POP]

FH: AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

CL: HELLACIOUS Clothesline by Weinrib!

FH: AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

[Sal is running around, jumping up and down, MARKING OUT LIKE A NUT
alongside the crowd that is FREAKING OUT AND GOING CRAZY! Johnstone
buries his face in his hands. Max rubs his throat and tries to catch
his breath. Hayes looks glassy eyed and in bad shape.]

CL: This could be what changes the tide of this match for Weinrib!

FH: You want the evil doers of the world to win, Chip?

[Gibson tries to get to his feet but falls right back down to one
knee. Max gets to his feet and shakes his head, clearing the cobwebs.
Then he walks over, yanks Hayes up to his feet and whips him to the
ropes. When Hayes comes off the ropes Max is waiting and he catches
the former double champion with..]

[JUMP TO THEIR FEET HOLY MOLY RAVIOLI POP]

CL: WHAT A POWERSLAM BY MAX!

FH: He powerslammed the [BEEP] out of America's favorite son and
number one contender!

CL: Language Fred! ... And Hayes is not the number on-

FH: DO NOT LIE!

[Johnstone is losing his mind apparently, while Sal is jumping up and
down, pointing for Max to make the cover. Weinrib nods and scrambles
over for the cover. Referee Lou Crowe gets into position and..]

ONE!

TWO!

[BIG DEFLATED POP]

FH: YES!

CL: Hayes got the shoulder up! DARN!

FH: Don't you 'Darn' our number one contender!

[Outside, Johnstone has his hands together in prayer, no doubt
thanking God for Hayes surviving that. Max shakes his head in
disbelief but Sal cheers him on, as does the crowd!]

Crowd: GO MAX GO! GO MAX GO! GO MAX GO!

FH: Shut up!

CL: This crowd is getting behind Max!

FH: TRAITORS!

[That pumps up Weinrib who gets to his feet and pumps a fist in the
air. He yanks up Gibson to his feet, hooks him and hits a Vertical
Suplex. Then Max heads to the turnbuckles, climbs up and....]

[EXPLODING THE UNIVERSE EAR DRUMS HURT SO LOUD POP]

CL: MESHUGGANAH!!

FH: AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

CL: He hit it! He hit that flying headbutt!

FH: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

[Sal has turned into a five year old kid LOSING HIS MIND IN JOYOUS
MARK OUT! Johnstone falls to his knees and appears to be suffering a
heart attack! Mas scrambles for the cover, Gibson Hayes looks DEAD!
Lou Crowe leaps into position!]

CL: THIS IS IT!

ONE!

FH: NO!

TWO!

FH: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

THR-

[AIEEEEEEEE MAJOR ATOMIC BOMB DEFLATED POP]

FH: YEEEESSSSSSSS!!!

CL: Damnit!

FH: SUCK ON IT TRAITORS!

CL: Gibson Hayes GOT HIS DAMN SHOULDER UP!

FH: GOD BLESS AMERICA!

[Somehow, someway, Gibson got his shoulder up before the three! Sal
grabs his head in utter and total disbelief. Johnstone grabs his chest
and runs his hand over his head, Bubba and Evelyn patting him on the
back. Max is shaking his head.]

CL: He was so close to beating Gibson Hayes there!

FH: Pssh! He was close to nothing! The powers of evil will never
prevail!

Crowd: GO MAX GO! GO MAX GO! GO MAX GO!

[The crowd begins chanting for Max again, and Max's head perks. He
looks out at the crowd, then at his tag team partner, and then he
smiles and gets to his feet and starts nodding his head.]

CL: That may not have done it but Gibson has to be almost finished!
And this crowd is pumping Max up!

FH: America's enemies need no help in getting motivated. The crowd can
shut up!

[Gibson looks in bad shape. Johnstone tries to buy his charge some
time by leaping onto the apron and beginning his tirade of censored
insults but Max runs over and Johnstone leaps into the arms of Bubba
before Max can get him.]

FH: He's attacking defenseless managers now!

[Gibson tries to get up but falls back down. Sal yells for Max to
finish Hayes off and Max nods his head and heads over to Hayes, who is
on his knees backing into a corner, holding out his hands, pleading
for mercy.]

[BOOOOS]

CL: What a coward!

FH: You take that back about our number one contender!

CL: He's not..

FH: HE IS!

[Max looks at Sal, who shakes his head, and Max nods and goes to grab
Hayes but the former double champ grabs Weinrib and trips him into the
corner! Gibson scrambles behind and takes Max over with an inside
cradle roll up! Lou Crowe jumps into position and then.. Hayes puts
his feet on the ropes!]

[BOOOOS]

CL: No! Not like this!

ONE!

FH: YES!

TWO!

CL: It can't end like this!

THR-

[MASSIVE OMEGA SUPREME SIZED POP]

CL: SAL KNOCKED GIBSON'S FEET OFF THE ROPES ALLOWING MAX TO KICK OUT
IN TIME!

[GIGANTIC POP!]

FH: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

[Johnstone is now ENRAGED, for the infinite time this match, and is
letting loose perhaps his worst obsenity laced tirade at Sal so far.
Gibson kicks at the ropes, mad at Sal ruining his glory and again
forgets about Weinrib who's on his feet and behind the former Double
Champion. Max slaps on a full nelson which sure reminds Gibson in a
hurry and then he lifts Hayes up and... ]

[MASSIVE POP]

CL: FULL NELSON SLAM!

FH: It's not fair! He cheated, he... NOT FAIR!

[Crowe sees none of this as he's trying to stop the escalating issues
between Johnstone and Sal. Gibson struggles to his feet, reaching into
his tights all the while.]

CL: What is this?

FH: He's adjusting stuff, Chip! Don't worry!

[Max stalks after Hayes but then Gibson pops to his feet and spins
around with handful of salt TO THROW AT MAX... But Weinrib covers up!]

...

[But the salt never comes! Hayes faked throwing it. Max lets down his
guard wondering what happened and then..]

[OH NO AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE NOOOOOOOOOOOOO HEEL POP BOOOS NOOOO]

CL: DAMN HIM!

FH: IT'S BEAUTIFUL!

[Full on blast of salt RIGHT IN THE EYES! Max is flailing around
blinded and grabbing his face. Gibson leans against the ropes, wipes
off the salt from his hands, then charges at his opponent and...]

*CRACKACCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKK*

CL: GOOD LORD!

FH: GHK-1!!! GHK-1!!!!

[An unbelievable GHK-1 Round House Kick to the head seemingly KO's Max
as he falls like a bag of bricks!]

[MELT THE WORLD WITH OUR ANGER AND DISAPPOINTMENT BOOOOS]

[Hayes scrambles for the cover and Johnstone backs off while pointing
out the cover to the referee. Crowe rushes over and jumps into
position, Sal looking on with confusion and concern!]

ONE!

CL: No.. He.. Salt... He..

TWO!

FH: VICTORY FOR AMERICA!

THREE!

CL: NOOOOOOOOOO!!!

FH: YEEESSSSSSSSS!!!!!

*DING DING DING*

[NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO AIEEEEEEEEEEE BOOOOOOOOO]

CL: Gibson Hayes STOLE a win here!

FH: The number one contender to the World Title stole nothing!

CL: He is not..

FH: HE IS! A THOUSAND TIMES HE IS!

[Sal falls to his knees outside in despair. Hayes rolls to the ropes
and catches his breath. Johnstone is celebrating like crazy while
Bubba gives Gibson a thumbs up. Gibson looks over at Bubba and motions
with his head. Bubba nods and reaches into his pockets and pulls out..
a half eaten ham sandwich.]

CL: What is this?

FH: Maybe Gibson is hungry! Fighting evil is hard work!

[Hayes takes the sandwich and walks over to the downed Weinrib.]

CL: He's trying to offer a ham sandwich to Weinrib?!

FH: He's a kind, generous warrior, Chip.

[Sal spots what's going on and races into the ring. Gibson's eyes grow
wild and wide with TERROR and he bails out of the ring with lightning
speed!]

GH: DUCK! IT'S A SUICIDE BOMBER ATTACK! RUN!

[OH WE HATE YOU BOOOS]

CL: The.. The disgusting nerve of these...

FH: I know! How dare these evil invaders try to attack our country
cowardly after losing a fight?

[Hayes takes off running all the way to the back! Johnstone looks at
Bubba and Evelyn, shrugs, then they take off running! Sal shakes his
head and tends to his tag team partner.]

CL: Outrageous and disgusting, but Gibson Hayes stole the victory.

FH: There was no stealing involved.

CL: But give props to Max Weinrib, he was more than Hayes could handle
and if it wasn't for his dirty tactics, Hayes wouldn't have gotten any
foothold in this match whatsoever.

FH: You are just a sore loser, Chip.

CL: I'm being told there's some action going on in the back!

FH: Good timing for you.

[Cut to the backstage area where two men wearing black masks and black
wrestling tights and black boots are seen standing over a mass of
bodies stomping away. The voice of Sid Savage can be heard screaming
stop! We need help back here! Suddenly a sweet, sultry voice can be
heard.]

Voice: You heard the man boys ... stop ...

[The two masked men stop and turn around, both their masks have white
hearts upon the right side of them. Slowly Emylee Marie Bermudez Cruz
walks into view and places her hands gently upon the shoulders of the
masked men. Emylee is wearing a skin tight white blouse, the top few
buttons undone showing off he cleavage, a short black skirt and a pair
of do me black stiletto heels. She smiles as she twists a few strands
of her long red hair around her right index finger.]

EMBC: Just because Los Corazones are in Mexico doesn't mean you can't
meet their cousins El Corazòn Negro Uno y Dos. As you can see Señor
Savage ... they are not as nice as Rojo and Blanco ...

[The camera catches a glimpse of the Houlihan brothers laying in a
heap on the floor. Blood is flowing from a gash on the heads of one
twins. El Corazòn Negro Uno y Dos begin to stalk towards Sid Savage as
Emylee slowly glides behind them.]

EMBC: So you're sobrinos were lucky and gained a victory over Los
Corazones ... yet this is the second time I have seen them where they
don't look like winners ... verdad?

[An intoxicating laugh flows from the lips of Emylee as El Corazòn
Negro ... let's call him Uno ...  places his hands upon the shoulders
of Sid.]

EMBC: No need to be scared señor ... we just want you to give your
nephews a message when they wake up ...

[Just then one of the Houlihan brothers stands up and rushes forward
towards El Corazòn Negro Uno, who's hands are upon Sid Savage. He
spins him around and drives a right hand into his masked face. Emylee
tries to hide behind El Corazòn Dos, as the Houlihan boy drives a knee
into El Corazòn Negro Uno. As Uno doubles over he catches him with a
vicious knee to the jaw that sends Uno sprawling backwards. The
Houlihan boy swings wildly at El Corazòn Dos ...]

"___SSSMMMAAACCCKK___"

[Who ducks!]

SS: Good God! Devin what the hell have you done!

[Devin and Sid look at Emylee Marie who is knocked out on the ground.
El Corazòn Uno y Dos stare at their Emylee and suddenly turn and flee
down the hallway. Devin drops to Emylee's side as he begins to check
on her. JD gets to his feet and screams for help.]

DH: I didn't mean to ...

[Medical staff rushes onto the scene as we cut back to the ringside
area.]

FH: He should be fired! No man should lay their hands upon a woman
like that!

CL: It's obvious it was an accident, Fred. But what about Los
Corazones cousins fleeing like that.

FH: They're probably running to Canada cause once Los Corazones hear
about this both them and the Renegades are going to be on the Mexico's
Most Wanted List!

[Suddenly, the lights in the arena go out completely, and the big
screen springs to life. The camera is close-up on the face of Marcus
Manson, steel grey eyes glare at the camera.]

Manson: "So it's over. For two years no one even came close to being
able to touch Marcus Manson. And now someone has. William Craven,
congratulations. He had to come up with a brand new match to do it,
but he handed me my first defeat. And while I may have been beaten,
but I am FAR from broken.

I am not dead and I shall not be buried. Craven may have won at Rise
From the Ashes, but he had to drop an entire scaffold and use a chain
glove to do it. No one else in Professional Wrestling can say they
were undefeated for two years straight... but none of that seems to
matter anymore. So, next week on Heatwave, the Misery returns.

Next week, everyone will know what I have in store for PVW, but for
now, just ponder this question:

Can YOU handle the Misery?"

[With that, the screen goes blank.]

FH: I guess William Craven didn't bury the Misery Machine alive like
he did Rob Cole after all.

CL: A cryptic message out of the blue by Marcus Manson.  But one has
to wonder who was that message for?

FH: Knowing Marcus Manson like I do, I can tell you if the guy gets
his head on straight and dedicates him to accomplishing whatever he
sets out too.  There are going to be some very hurt people in that
locker room.

CL: Marcus Manson at one time looked to be one of the next in line for
a title shot.  I have no doubt he is going to return and make some
noise.  Tonight has been an action packed night.  So much has gone
down.  I don't even think I can begin to recap things.  Plus the Voice
is headed back inside the ring as we prepare to get some answers as we
have a Championship match!

[Nice Pop as the Voice stands inside the ring ready to announce the
next match.]

HD: Introducing first...

[The lights in the arena dim as The Tea Party's "Temptation" plays as
the blazing words "Everlasting Hell" appear on the video screen.]

HD: ... accompanied to the ring by Jack "the Milan Mangler" Fontana
...

[At least, the entrance actually introduces at one man out of three,
as uncle Jacques Fontana hobbles his way to the ring, cane in hand.]

FH: And uncle Jack is carrying Perry Fontana's championship belt
across his sholder ... you don't think he's going to take Perry's
place?

CL: Uncle Jack only has a managerial license ... plus isn't he a bit
on in years to still even think about getting into the ring to
wrestle?

HD: ... at a combined weight of 495lbs, "Hellraiser" Tom Landis and
"the Everlasting" Perry Fontana...

FH: Not really sure why Herk is announcing Perry, as we all know he's
not going to be a part of this match.

CL:  Because on the booking sheet it says that Everlasting Hell will
defend the PVW Tag Team Titles.  Herk is only doing his job.

[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.

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.]

FH: You really would think he'd stop promoting that little ragamuffin
federation of his considering he is a PVW Champion.

[Landis tags some of the fans' outstretched hands running along the
aisleway 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: One thing we DO know, Fred, is that Everlasting Hell ... well
right now just Tom Landis has no idea who the opponents even are.
Normally, champions are introduced second... but this is an unusual
circumstance.  Livestock and The Gutch lost their still-unsigned
contracts for this title match!  Anyone could have walked away with
them!

FH: Whoever it was, the only thing we know about them is that they
sent two Asian chicks to get Livestock away from... wait.  Two Asian
chicks?!  ...Chip?  You don't think...

[Cue the music.  The first few notes are unmistakable... it's
"Humanitarian".]

CL: I DON'T BELIEVE THIS!  I THOUGHT THEY LEFT PHOENIX VALLEY
WRESTLING!

[The crowd roars, with a mix of boos and cheers, as the duo of Dr. Mal
Practice MD and Ohno Ow step out from behind the curtain.  Landis
looks on with a reaction that's bordering between "Huh?" and "Oh,
crap."]

CL: IT'S PAIN!  THEY'RE BACK!

[And they're milking the surprise for all its worth.  Mal, who is by
far the largest man out there at six-eight, a three-hundred-fourty-
four pound wall of muscle, fat, and bone, makes a melodramatic hands-
on-hips pose at the top of the aisle.  Ohno, much more athletic at
five-ten, two-twenty-six, proceeds to make a series of cinematic
martial arts poses in front of him.  The two men then head down the
aisle, their now-iconic videotron playing behind them.  Both men are
wearing white doctor's labcoats, though Ohno's black 'movie star'
attire is clearly visible under his... designer sunglasses (over his
eyepatch), a designer black shortsleeve shirt with stitched in black
patterns, black pants, and black boots are what he's going with.
Ohno's short black hair is not showing the touch of grey that it
normally does, because film stars have to look their best, you know.
Mal's still wearing the traditional white full-length tights with a
Red Cross on one leg and a blue caudecus on the other, a headmirror,
white wristbands, and white laceless wrestling boots.  He's toting his
black doctor's bag and grinning widely.  His ridiculous salt-and-
pepper flattop, bushy eyebrows, and pencil-thin mustache remain a very
distinct set of identifiers.]

MUSIC:  #When it comes crashing down and it hurts inside..
     #Just give Mal a call and you'll be alright...
     #If you hurt your head and you hurt your spine...
     #Mal will fix it up and it'll all be fine...

FH: This is just wrong, Chip!  Nobody even knew PAIN was in PVW, let
alone the building!  Nobody can beat them without preparing, if
they've had time to prepare for you!  This is not fair to Perry
Fontana! Wait Perry isn't a part of this match ...

CL: But what about Tom Landis?

FH: What ABOUT Tom Landis?

     (chorus)

     #MAL IS A HU-MAN-I-TARIAN!!
     #Ending the pain of every man!
     #MAL IS A HU-MAN-I-TARIAN!!
     #Doing what's right, to save your life!

[Mal and Ohno head down the aisle, and walking behind them are Ohno's
'contingent'... Violent Yang and Meili.  Violet is wearing a purplish-
blue business blazer and black blouse, while Meili is wearing a tight
beige tied-off shirt that displays her ample assets, along with some
very short orange shorts.]

CL: And there's your likely culprits for leading off Livestock.  How
didn't he recognize them?!

FH: Between Meili's chest and Violet's rear and legs?  He probably
never saw their faces!  I know I haven't!

[And behind them all... a self-satisfied Todd Johnstone.  "The Rod" is
carrying a pair of documents in his hands, showing them off for the
camera.  Still dressed as he was earlier, the portly manager has the
special kind of joy in his eyes that one gets from robbing the blind
and taking candy from babies.  Which is probably what he does in his
free time.]

CL: Johnstone did warn us, Fred, that he was going to do something
major tonight!  And we all assumed that it was Gibson Hayes that he
was talking about!

[PAIN hits the ring, and unlike usual, their showboating is kept
mercifully brief.  Mal and Ohno ditch their labcoats, and insist that
the introductions be done speedily.  The music stops.]

FH: And they want this match to start post-haste... they want to take
full advantage of the surprise, before Perry can change his mind and
come down and rescue his sister in law ... I mean Tom Landis.

CL: Nice backwards slap there, Fred.

FH: I do try.

=========================================

PVW - HEATWAVE - TAG TEAM TITLES MATCH
PAIN v. Everlasting Hell

=========================================


*DING*DING*DING*

CL: In no way does this bode well for Tom Landis ...

FH: Hey, it's not Perry's fault Tom decided to be a glory hog at Rise
for the Ashes. As much as I don't like the physical abuse he forced
himself to sustain he should heart inm trying to win the those titles
himself.

CL: Well if it wasn't for Fontana, Landis wouldn't have been jumped!

FH: Put the blame where it belongs onthe Gutch! It's not Fontana's
fault the big goof went ahead and beat Landis!

CL: If Fontana never had them ...

[As the two men bicker over wording Ohno and Landis lock up in the
center of the ring. Ohno quickly shifts to a side headlock and follwos
it up with a thumb to the thoart. Referee Lou Crowe quickly there to
admonish Ohno.]

CL: Is Ohno claiming Landis was choking and he was just helping him
breath?

FH: It's the doctor's code ... you help those in need.

[Ohno shoves Landis back into the ropes and catches him with a stiff
elbow to the head and a second one. Ohno grabs Landis by the head and
snaps him into a seated postion on the mat.]


"___TTTWWWAAACCCKKK___"


CL: And Ohno with a stiff kick to the back of Landis. Landis is
grimacing is pain and that's to be expected!

FH: Why because he is a loser?

CL: No, Fred. Because the rumors are he's working this match tonight
with a few broken ribs, a mild concession and a possiblely broken
sterum ...

FH: It'll teach him to be a glory hog.

[Ohno pulls Landis to his feet by his hair and drives a knife edge
chop across the chest of Landis and a second and a third.]

FH: And Ohno is lighting the chest of Landis up!

[On the outside uncle Jack winces as Ohno chops the chest of Landis a
forth time and follows up with a side kick to the chest that sends
Landis tumbling into the ropes. Ohno grabs the head of Landis and drag
him to the corner where he tags in Mal. Mal steps over the top rope
and scoops Landis up and drives him back first across his knee.]

FH: And Pain is targeting the ribs and back of Tom Landis with
precision. I wonder if they were the doctor's who treated him last
week?

[Mal pushes across the head and knee of Landis working a few extra
moments of pain out of the move before tossing him to the mat. Mal
grabs Landis by the shoulders and pulls him to his feet and locks on a
full nelson. Landis struggles to escape but the big man has it locked
in tight.]

FH: Uncle Jack telling Landis to step on the foot to break the hold
but Mal is quicker pulling him into the air and drives him into the
mat with a full nelson slam.

[The fans moan in pain as Landis winches and grabs his back. Mal
though reaches down to pull Landis up but Landis kicks Mal in the head
creating some seperation. Landis crawls a few feet before standing to
his feet and glaring at Dr. Mal Practice MD.]

CL: Landis is back to his feet ...

FH: It may have been better for him to stay on his back and lose the
titles.

CH: And what would Perry Fontana say about that ...

FH: Probably I told you so.

[Landis cautiously circles Mal before the two men lock up. Mal though
uses his over one pound weight advantage to shove Landis across the
ring, into the ring ropes. Lou Crowe begins to scream for a break and
Mal actually gives him one for asplit second before he rushes forward
and catches Landis with a lariat that sends him up and over the top
rope.]

CL: Landis only crashes on the ring apron and he pulls himself to his
knees.

[Mal reaches for Landis but Landis grabs his left arm and pulls it
down across the top rope with authority. As Mal shakes his arm Landis
drives his shoulder into the mid-section of Mal and quickly slingshots
himself over Mal taking him down with a sunset flip ...]


!!! ONE !!!


FH: And Mal powers out of the pinfall attempt with relative ease.

CL: Landis though used the ring ropes in an attempt to soften up Mal's
arm ... could he be looking to set-up an armbar later?

FH: Might as well steal from the playbook of a better wrestler.

[Landis catches Mal with a kick to the left knee that brings Mal down.
The Hellraiser grabs Mal's head ...]

CL: Single arm DDT and he made it so the left arm absorbed a brunt of
the impact!

FH: Uncle Jack and Perry have apparently taught Landis a lot ...

[Mal rolls towards the ring ropes as Landis stands to his feet. The
big man of PAIN stands up as well and charges towards Landis who ducks
his clothesline attempt, Landis rushes forward and rebounds off of the
far side ropes ...]

CL: And Johnstone trips Landis.

[Landis stumbles forward a few steps allowing Mal to drill him with a
power Lariat that nearly turns him inside out.]

FH: What impact!

CL: And Mal is not done as he pulls Landis to his feet and locks on a
front chancery ...

[Mal begins to lift Landis into the air with vertical suplex but part
way through he executes a swinging neckbreaker.]

CL: Spinal Tap!

FH: And Landis looks like a piece of meat laying on the mat.

CL: And Mal goes for the cover!


!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!

CL: And Landis kicks out!

[The crowd cheers as Tom Landis edges his shoulder up. Mal Slams the
mat and pulls Landis up and drives him back into the mat with a bady
slam. Mal reaches and tags in Ohno ...]

CL: Mal and Ohno seem to be working like a well oiled machine here
tonight.

FH: Well it probably helped that Ohno didn't have to fend off any
ninjas before the match.

CL: Or maybe it's cause they knew exactly who they would be facing
tonight and Landis didn't.

FH: Maybe. You know when Fontana hears PAIN was in the match tonight
he's going to be upset as he still has a score to settle with these
men.

[Landis sits up and Ohno drives a kick into his back. As Landis arches
his back in pain Ohno Ow grabs him by the back of the head and drops
to one knee slamming the head of Landis into it.]

FH: And he calls that Seeing Stars ... cause he probably is after that
impact.

CL: Piece by piece PAIN is taking Landis apart. You can see uncle Jack
on the outside concerned for his nephew ...

FH: Is it for Landis or for the the PVW Tag Team Championship.

[Ohno Ow pulls Landis to his feet, grabs him by right arm and whips
into the far side ropes. As Landis rebounds Ohno lifts him with a
flapjack and drops him across the top rope throat first.]

CL: Stun Gun! And Landis is gasping for air right now.

[Ohno continues to show complete focus on the task at hand as he grabs
Landis again and locks on a front chancery. Ohno executes a snap
suplex, but instead of going to his back, sits with it and keeps hold
of the neck, whipping Landis into a neckbreaker.]

FH: Cut!

CL: This isn't a movie studio ...

FH: I know that. He calls that move the Cut now. It used to be known
as the Neck Brace.

[Landis grabs his neck in pain as Ohno floats over for the cover.]


!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!


!!! THR -- !!!


[Lou Crowe thrusts two fingers into the air as Tom Landis kicks out.
Ohno shakes his head in disgust as he stands to his feet and drives a
boot into the head of Tom Landis. Ohno tags back in Mal.]

CL: PAIN is showing great teamwork in the ring tonight as they
continue to keep the fresh man in.

FH: PAIN is one of the best tag teams in the world! How could you
expect anything less.

[As Mal stalks over towards Landis uncle Jack looks on with concern.
Mal pulls Landis to his feet and scoops him into the air with a
fireman's carry. Landis though begins to drive elbow after elbow into
the big man's head forcing him to lower Landis to the mat. Landis
drives his shoulder into the left knee of Mal and as Mal collapses to
the mat he quickly locks on an armbar. The crowd explodes as a shocked
Mal is fighting to escape the hold.]

CL: shades of his brother in law right here as he locks on the armbar.

FH: Mal was so not expecting that!

[Mal struggles for a few moments in the armbar but he is able to get
his feet into the rope and Lou Crowe begins to call for the break.]

CL: Crowe ordering for the break ...

One ... Two ... Three ... Four ...

[At four Landis breaks the hold.]

FH: Completely stealing from Perry's playbook. It's no wonder Perry
has decided to let him fend for himself tonight.

CL: And to every one's shock he is hanging in there with the best team
in the world.

FH: Don't let Livestock and Gutch hear you say that ...

CL: Why? I'm allowed to have my opinion ...

FH: Gutch might eggfart the announce table ...

CL: Good point.

[Mal once again begins to move his shoulder to make sure it doesn't
tighten up as Landis rushes forward and dropkicks Mal in the knee,
keeping the big man at a more manageable height. Landis begins to
reign rights and lefts down into the head of the Mal as the crowd
roars back to life. Landis rushes to the far side ropes as Mal begins
to stand ... flying forearm sends the big man back to the ropes.]

CL: Landis coming back here now!

FH: I can't believe it! And I don't think Perry would either!

[Landis back to his feet and he rushes towards Mal ..]

CL: Leaping clothesline and both men tumble up and over the rope to
the floor!

[The crowd is on their feet as Landis pushes himself up and slides
under the bottom rope into the ring. Johnstone is screaming for Mal to
get to his feet ...]

CL: Plancha!

[The crowd explodes in approval as Landis leaps up and over the top
rope and crashes down onto Mal. Landis grabs his chest in pain as he
slowly stands to his feet.]

CL: And Landis stomping away on the left shoulder of Mal right now.
He's trying to take away one of his arms, in hopes to making the big
man weaker.

FH: He's one hundred pounds more than you, Landis. It'll take more
than that!

[Landis pulls Mal up and throws him hard into the ring steps shoulder
first.]


"___CCCLLLAAANNNGGG___"


[Landis thrusts his hands into the air and slides back into the ring
breaking the count. Mal grabs his shoulder and stands to his feet
glaring at Landis who is once again on the ring apron. The crowd and
uncle Jack scream for Landis to turn around but it's too late as Ohno
Ow rushes forward and catches him from behins with a double axe handle
that sends him crashing off of the apron into the ring stairs.]


"___CCCLLLAAANNNGGG___"


[Mal pulls Landis up with his right arm and drives him head first into
the ring steps over and over again! Lou Crowe screaming for Mal to get
the action back into the ring.]

CL: And Landis is busted open!

[Blood slowly begins to trickle down the face of Landis as Mal rolls
him back into the ring. Mal stomps on the face of Landis and tags Ohno
Ow back into the ring. Ohno pulls Landis up but Landis catches him
with a European uppercut under the jaw causing a bit of seperation.
Ohno turns to the side as he grabs his chin and Landis slips behins
him ...]

CL: BACKSLIDE!


!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!


FH: And Ohno twists his way out of it! Both men to their feet and Ohno
drops Landis with a dropkick.

[As Landis tries to will himself back to his feet Ohno turns around
and leaps ...]

CL: Bicycle Kick!

FH: And Landis slams face first into the mat.

[As drops of blood splatter over the canvas Ohno Ow gets back to his
feet and pulls Landis up.]

CL: Ohno lifting Landis up with a vertical suplex .. but Landis twists
throug hit landing on his feet behind Ohno ...]

[Landis rushes forward pushing Ohno into the ropes, he grabs Ohno's
waist and rolls over backwards pinning ohno with a roll-up.]


!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!

!!! TH -- !!

FH: And again Ohno kicks out! Ohno back to his feet first!

"___TTTHHHWWWAAACCCKKK___"

[Ohno kicks Landis in the head with such impact blood once again
splatters all over the mat.]

FH: That one had to hurt!

CL: Uncle Jack is leaning on the apron checking on Tom Landis ...

FH: Who looks dazed and confused!

CL: And Ohno tagging back in Mal!

[Mal back in the ring and he pulls Landis up and stands behind him.
Mal puts his head under the arm of Landis and then lifts him up using
both of his arms wrapped around the torso of Landis. Mal finally falls
backwards to drive the Hellraiser to the mat on hisneck and
shoulders.]

FH: Backdrop Driver!

CL: Landis looks completely out of it!

FH: Right now Landis is wishing he had Fontana in his corner!


!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!


!!! THRE - !!!


[The crowd erupts as some way, some how Tom Landis just gets his
shoulder up. Uncle Jack and Todd Johnstone both have the same look of
complete and utter shock on the outside. Uncle Jack begins to to slam
his cane into the ring apron.]

FH: Jack can slam his cane into the apron as much as he wants! Without
Perry to carry him Landis it's only a matter of time before PAIN
becomes the next Tag Team Champions!

CL:  Hold on, Fred!  I'm getting word that Dean Hayes found Perry
Fontana backstage!

FH:  Did he?

CL:  Do you hear me, Dean?  Can you tell us where Perry is?

SHD: I -huff-... I can!  He's not backstage, he's walking up 52nd
street!

[The handicap match continues, but a split-screen graphic appears in
the bottom right corner, showing the intersection of 52nd and East
McDowell where Perry Fontana, in a red t-shirt and jeans, duffel bag
over his shoulder, either waits for the lights to turn green, or for
traffic to die down enough for him to jaywalk across.  The always
intrepid "Swinging" Dean Hayes approaches him, just as Dr. Mal picks
up Tom Landis over his shoulder to slam him back down on his bent knee
on the other screen.]

SHD: Perry! Perry!  What about the tag team championship?  Are you
really just going to leave?

[In the dimness of this Arizonian night, the Everlasting One slowly
turns his head. One of his gigantic muttonchops first comes into view,
then his dimpled chin.]

Fontana: Yes.  Tom's my brother, I _love_ him... and now he _loves_
me, doesn't he.  Since _love_ gives you wings, don't think it's time
he learned to fly on his own?

SDH: I can't believe you're really going to abandon your brother-in-
law out there!  PAIN is methodically destroying him!

[As the light turns green, Dr. Mal drops a knee into Landis' gut, and
as Perry was about to cross the street, he stops dead in his tracks
and turns back to Dean.]

Fontana: PAIN?  The same PAIN that _blindsided_ me?  AMBUSHED me?  Aaa
ouais, then _RAN_ on out of PVW to be sure they'd avoid _retribution_?

SDH:  Um... yes!  Dr. Mal and Dr. Ohno Ow!

Fontana:  OOOH, there's a _wrestling_ CLINIC I can open just for
_those_ two, cousin! Give them a _taste_ of some FONTANA _style_
_THERAPY_! Aaah OUAIS~!

[The spray of spittle doesn't have time to flutter down, Fontana's
already charging back down 52nd street towards the Armory.  A smile of
prideful relief animates Dean's face as he shares his final
conclusion...]

SDH:  Chip, Fred... I think Perry Fontana's heading back for the
ring...

CL:  That's great news, Dean!

FH:  He can take his sweet time, though.  Watching Tom Landis get his
ass whooped is strangely therapeutic.  PAIN cures the world one
bleeding Landis at a time...
[Mal keeps Landis across his knee as he reaches up and tags in Ohno.]

CL: Ohno climbing to the rope ...

[Ohno leaps and drives his elbow into the heart of Landis.]

CL: I'm not sure Fontana will even make it back in time as PAIN has
been completely in charge of this match from just about the opening
bell.

FH: I'm hoping he doesn't.

CL: Like that surprises anyone.

[Ohno drops his leg across the throat of Landis as Mal steps onto the
ring apron again. Ohno pulls Landis up and slams him into the corner.]

CL: Palm thrust and a second one! If Landis didn't have a cracked
sternum before tonight he may now!

[Ohno connects with a third palm thrust and Lou Crowe has seen enough
as he pulls Ohno off of Landis.]

CL: Crowe trying to make sure serious damage isn't done to Tom Landis
here tonight.

[As Crowe admonishes Ohno Mal steps back into the ring and pulls
Landis from the corner. Mal stands behind Landis and puts his head
under the arm. He then lifts the Landis up using both of his arms
wrapped around Landis' torso. Mal begins to lift Landis into the air
as he finally falls backwards Ohno Ow shoves Crowe out of the way and
grabs the head of Landis ...]

CL: Ohno finishes the Doctor's Orders with the neckbreaker!

FH: COVER!


!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!


[Uncle Jack reaches into the ring and grabs Landis' foot placing it
onto the bottom rope. Uncle Jack slams his cane into the ring apron
trying to get Lou Crowe's attention.]


!!! THREE ???

[Ohno leaps up as he hears the hand slap the mat for the third time.]

CL: I think PAIN did it!

FH: No! His foot was on the bottom rope ...

CL: Uncle Jack put it there!

FH: Did he?

[Lou Crowe waves off of the count as he points to the foot on the
bottom rope.]

CL: No! the referee is saying the foot was on the bottom rope. Uncle
Jack just saved the tag team championship for Everlasting Hell.

[Ohno gets in the face of Lou Crowe and begins to give him an earful.]

FH: If I was Lou I'd be careful these are not men you want to make mad
at you.

[Mal enters the ring as up the ramp, a man in a red t-shirt
illustrated with a "Farine Five Roses" neon sign storms out of the
entrance!]

CL: IT'S FONTANA!

[Stomping down the aisle, the Everlasting One rips off his t-shirt and
discards it behind him as the crowd roars their approval.]

FH: What why are these peons cheering for Fontana? It's not like them
to show taste!

[Mal pulls Landis back to his feet and tucks his head under Landis'
near arm, and reaches across his chest and around his neck with his
near arm. As Mal begins to lift Landis into the air Ohno Ow grabs the
head of Landis ...]

CL: And Ohno with the neckbreaker!

FH: Bill ‘Em!

CL: Fontana's coming out to save his family, Fred. That's a trait
anyone will cheer.

FH: Not me ...

CL: Fine. Anyone with a heart.

[Mal Practice pushes himself to his feet a Ohno kips up. Mal looks up
the aisle and glares at Fontana as he continues to stomp his way to
the ring.]

FH: Ohno going for the cover!


!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!


!!! THR -- !!!

[Still in jeans and running shoes, Perry slides under the bottom rope,
throwing himself over Ohno Ow with a double axe handle to break up the
pin! The explodes as referee Lou Crowe thrusts two fingers into the
air. Mal Practice slams the top turnbuckle as Fontana drives a boot
into the back of Ohno's skull.]

CL: And the champions have new life with Fontana's arrival to the
match!

FH: I don't agree with Fontana coming out here tonight!

CL: What? Why?

FH: I still think he allowed himself to take too much punishment at
the PPV and Landis needs to pay for that.

[Lou Crowe grabs Fontana by the back of the shoulders as he continues
to stomp away on the upper back of Ohno.]

FH: And Lou is forcing Fontana to the ring apron. Fontana proving he
is the reason this team is a success once again.

CL: And how is that?

FH: He saved the weak link!

[Ohno stands back his feet as a bloodied Landis pushes himself to his
knees.]


"___CCCRRRAAACCCKKK___"


FH: And Ohno drives that kick into the ribs of Tom Landis.

CL: Ribs, that for all we know were broken even before this match
started tonight.

FH: Like I said weak link.

[Ohno taunts Landis as he begins to motion for him to stand to his
feet.]

CL: I can't remember the last time I have seen Ohno this focused on a
match!

FH: Axe kick. Ohno driving his leg into the back Landis' neck.

CL: Ohno rolls Landis over!


!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!


!!! THR -- !!!

[Jack Fontana raises his cane in joy as Lou Crowe signals a two
count.]

CL: And Landis edges his shoulder up!

[Ohno grabs Landis and begins to drag him to his feet ...]

CL: Inside cradle!

!!! ONE !!!


!!!! TWO !!!


[The crowd lets out a collective moan as Ohno kicks out and is back to
his feet first.]

CL: Landis nearly ekked the win out there!


"___TTTHHHAAACCCKKK___"


"___TTTHHHAAACCCKKK___"


FH: And he pays for it with a series of martial art kicks to the chest
...


"___TTTHHHAAACCCKKK___"


FH: And add on a savate kick to the head.

[Landis crashes to the mat in a heap. Fontana leans over the top rope
his hand extended towards Landis. Ohno though grabs Landis by the foot
and begins to drag him toward his corner.]

CL: Fontana was inches from making the tag to save his a partner. Ohno
reaches up and tags in Mal ...

[The big man is back in the ring and grabs Landis by the arm whipping
him hard into the far side corner. Landis hits the corner with such
impact that he grabs his ribs in pain. Mal rushes towards the corner
... the crowd roars as Landis moves causing Mal to slam into the ring
post shoulder first.]


"___TTTHHHUUUDDD___"


FH: And Mal's momentum drives his own shoulder into the ring post. I
think I can see Fontana salivating!

[As Mal hangs over the second rope Landis whips the blood from his
eyes as he slowly begins to make his way to his feet. Uncle Jack
begins to pound the apron with his cane and the fans respond in kind
with stomping and clapping.]

CL: The crowd is getting behind Landis who tries to get to his feet.

FH: Fontana reaching for a tag, almost as if he is pleading with
Landis to tag him in ... damn, he wants to get his hands on PAIN
badly.

[Landis is to his feet and takes three steps before he falls face
first to the mat. As Landis sprawls on the mat Fontana leaps of the
the apron and rushes towards the corner where Mal is hanging across
the second rope ...]


"___TTTHHHUUUDDD___"


"___TTTHHHUUUDDD___"


"___TTTHHHUUUDDD___"


FH: Fontana showing he hasn't lost that killer instinct as he wraps
the arm and shoulder of Mal around the ring post!

CL You know he has on thing in mind ...

FH: Revenge.

[Lou Crowe leans between the ropes and orders Fontana back to his
corner. The tag team champion glares at Lou Crowe as Ohno slides into
the ring and drives a boot to the back of Landis' head.]

FH: And Ohno pulling Landis up ...

[Fontana screaming at Crowe to turn around as he stands before Mal
definately.]

CL: DDT! Ohno spikes Landis into the mat.]

[Fontana makes his way back to his corner as Ohno steps out of the
ring. Mal shoves himself off out of the corner and grabs his shoulder
as he rests his head on the turnbuckle. Fontana grabs the tag rope and
begins to stretch for Landis.]

CL: Fontana stretching as Landis tries to push himself back to his
feet ...

[The crowd begins to stomp and clap louder as Landis slowly begins to
crawl closer to Fontana ...]

FH: Mal grabs the leg of Landis and drags him away from Fontana.

[Fontana lowers his head as he sees his partner pulled farther and
farther away. Mal drives the back of his elbow down into the back of
Landis' head. Mal glares at Fontana as he stands to his feet and drops
another elbow into the head.]

CL: Fontana kicking the bottom rope in frustration as Mal stands up
...

[Mal charges at Fontana who sidesteps causing Mal to hit the corner
with a full head of steam.]

CL: Fontana grabs Mal's arm and leaps off of the apron driving the arm
and shoulder across the top rope.

[Mal pulls his arm up and grabs it in pain. Fontana reaches under the
bottom rope and pulls Mal's feet out from under him. Landis pushes
himself back to his feet.]

CL: Landis rushing forward ...

[Landis leaps into the air as Mal pushes himself to his knees.]

FH: Landis lands on the shoulder of Mal and reaches towards Fontana
for the tag ...

[Landis' hand is only mere inches from Fontana's as Mal begins to
stand.]

CL: The six foot nine frame pulls Landis further from the outstretched
hand of Fontana ...


"___TTTHHHUUUDDD___"


FH: Mal spikes Landis with that spinebuster.

[The crowd moans again as Fontana runs his hands through his hair. Mal
reaches down and begins to pull Landis up but Landis is able to lock
on a front sleeper.]

FH: I don't belive it! Tom Landis is trying to lock on a guillotine
choke!

[Mal though is able to get his arms around Landis' waist and pulls him
to his feet and drags him to the nearest rope, sticking his leg
through the rope to break the hold. the referee signals a tag as
Fontana reaches over and slaps Landis on his back.]

FH: The big man using the ropes to break the hold. Mal grabs the
throat of Landis with both hands and lifts him into the air with a
double choke! I think he maybe looking for the Reflex Check!

CL: But Landis is no longer the legal man!

[Landis drives and elbow and a second elbow and a third elbow into the
shoulder of Mal as Fontana enters the ring and catches the right knee
of Mal with a chop block. Mal drops Landis to the mat who rolls
towards the apron as Fontana grabs the head of Mal and slams it into
the mat.]

CL: Fontana rushing towards the ropes ...

[Fontana spins around and blindsides Ohno with an elbow that sends
Ohno flying off of the ring apron into the guardrail. Fontana looks at
Mal who has pushed himself back to his knees.]


"___TTTHHHWWWAAACCCKKK___"


FH: And Fontana drives the knee into the jaw of Mal Practice!

[Mal looks stunned as Fontana grabs his head and slams him into the
mat with a DDT. Fontana sits besides Mal's left shoulder, slipping the
his left arm under the attacker's knee joint and folding it back over
the same leg's thigh. From this position, Fontana traps Mal's arm and
applies pressure by leveraging his left leg. Finally, he applies a
chinlock.]

CL: I can't believe it! Fontana has the Amputation locked in on Mal!

FH: What do you mean you can't believe it! Look at the wing span on
Mal ... when you have limbs that big it makes it easier!

[Mal struggles in the ring as Fontana grips back on the chinlock.]

CL: Mal's screaming no to Lou Crowe as he asks if he submits.

FH: Not really surprised by that fact. He is a doctor and they know
how to deal with pain.

CL: And apparently so does Fontana as he continues to keep the
Amputation locked in ...

FH: That was a lame joke, Chip. Fontana continues to scream at Lou
Crowe to ask if Mal wants to end this match.

[Ohno pulls himself onto the ring apron and slides under the bottom
rope.]

FH: Ohno is in ring and charges forward towards Fontana ...

[Mal lifts his right arm and begins to lower it to the mat ...]


"___TTTHHHAAACCCKKK___"


FH: Ohno drives a boot to the side of Fontana's head!

CL: I think Mal tapped out!

[Lou Crowe jumps to his feet and begins to signal to the time keeper.]


*DING*DING*DING*


CL: HE DID! Mal tapped out!

FH: I don't believe it! Well I guess I can the Amputation is nearly
impossible to escape from ... but I thought Ohno broke the hold in
time.

HD: Here is your winners and still PVW Tag Team Champions ...

EVERLASTING HELL !!!

CL: It looks like Ohno was a split second too late.

[Fontana grabs the side of his head as he kneels in the ring. Uncle
Jack hobbles into the ring with both tag team title belts. Referee Lou
Crowe slowly helps Tom Landis to his feet as Mal and Ohno stare at Lou
Crowe in disbelief.]

CL: You can tell by the look in their eyes that both members of PAIN
think that Lou Crowe is wrong in his view of this outcome.

[Lou Crowe raises the tag team champions hands into the air as Landis
bends over still trying to recover from the beating. Uncle Jack hugs
Perry, who doesn't return the hug; then hugs Tom who is just too beat
to hug him back, a few drops of blood fall upon uncle Jack's shirt.]

CL: Uncle Jack moving Lou Crowe out of the way so he can raise his
nephew's hands in pride.

[Perry looks at Tom who glares at Perry in response.]

CL: If looks could kill.

FH: I know that look I used to get it from one of the ex-wives ...
that's the you bastard you're a dead man look.

CL: Perry Fontana came down just in the nick of time.  We almost
witnessed a title change as PAIN returned and we can only assume
suckered Livestock and The Gutch out of their rematch.

FH: I would like to take this time out to say THANK GOD it wasn't the
Wild Cards.

CL: I will admit you did get my hopes up for a moment there.  Folks I
have been given this note that this year at End Game,the famous Called
Shot match, will be called the "Lucky Seven".  Because seven men will
qualify to step inside the chaotic Called Shot and as we saw with Rick
Marley it can turn a career around.

FH: It may have opened the door for Marley but he still stormed
through the PVW roster.

CL: I have the first two matches that will take place NEXT WEEK!

FH: Really!?!?!  PVW isn't wasting _ANY_ time hyping this match.

CL: The Called Shot is a yearly corner stone for the PVW.

FH: Well lets hear them, Chip!

CL: Next week we will have a pair of hot high profiled newcomers
squaring off with Chance McKenzie and Dan Flores.  On paper both of
those men have storied resumes and combined inside the ring they will
put on a show that should be fun to watch.

FH: If Chance McKenzie is even able to wrestle.  We still haven't
received word back on his status as of yet.

CL: The second match will be the rematch of Chris Hartt and Johnny
Detson.

FH: Now we are starting to see the plan of Detson all along!

CL: Or perhaps the PVW brass noticed that Detson tried to escape being
defeated by Hartt earlier tonight so they booked the rematch.  Either
way what a great first two matches to get things rolling.  As we
prepare to go to the Main Event lets cut backstage and have a quick
word with Doc Holliday.

[We cut backstage, where Dean Hayes stands by with Doc Holliday.
Holliday, still in his Old West-inspired attire as we saw earlier in
the show, has both hands folded in front of him, resting on the top of
his mahogany cane.  He has a solemn expression on his face.]

DeanH: Earlier tonight, we saw this man, Doc Holliday, confronting
Rick Marley and Gibson Hayes regarding the contention for the World
Heavyweight Title.  But Doc, you have a more immediate problem.  With
all that going on, and your focus locked in on Rick Marley, how in the
world can you be adequately prepared to face the Mercenary?  Are you
going to be out for revenge for his blasting you with the Haliburton
on the last Heatwave?

[Holliday shakes his head.]

DocH: Dean, ya really oughta know bettah, livin' around this sport.
But lemme give it to ya as a parable.

A man once went out ta sow grain in his pasture.  But ever' time he
done thet, th' ravens'd come down an' eat up his seed.  Now, he didn't
have no hay ta put down on it, as a farmer oughta do when he sows
seed.  An' them ravens was too smart ta fear a scarecrow.  So he
figgered whut he oughta do is git somethin' thet eats birds.  So he
got hisself a big snake.  A poisonous snake, one of th' kinds that
eats birds.  He took thet snake an' put it inna field.

Sure enough, them ravens wouldn't go near it.  He got his seed down,
an' come harvest time, he went out ta reap.  No sooner than he put
sickle ta stalk than WHAM.  His hand got struck by th' snake, who
opened up blood on 'im an' injected thet poison right in him.  Th' man
was furious, an' he knowed thet he was poisoned.  So he raised up thet
sickle ta kill thet snake.  Th' snake looks up at him, an' asks...
"Whatcha gonna do with thet sickle?"  Man says, "Ah'm gonna cut yer
head clean off, ya damn snake, on account of ya bit me an' I'll have
revenge b'fore ah fall."  Th' snake thinks a second, an' says, "Ain't
you th' one thet put me out heah ta live?  Didn't you go outta yer way
ta put a poison snake in this heah field?  An' then ya come back ta
sow whar ya put me?"  Man said... "Yeah."

So th' snake asks: "Didn't ya know?  SNAKES BITE."

Dean Hayes... ah'm th' one who dealt with Th' Mercenary, knowin' thet
he was on salary from someone out ta git Marshall.  Ah made th'
choice.  Didn't ah know?  Snakes bite!  An' th' Mercenary didn't nevah
lie about who an' whut he is.  He's a snake.  Fer hire.  It's whut he
does!  An' ah respect a man thet is up front about who an' whut he is.
Why would ah want revenge?  He did whut he allus does: he obeyed.
Mebbe someday ah'll deck whoevah paid 'im.  But fer now, ol' Merc has
hisself th' same problem ah had.

DeanH: How so?

DocH: Merc, in a few moments, yer gonna step inna ring with Doc
Holliday.  Sure, yer a bad dangerous man.  But time comes ta put down
th' Haliburtons, an' square up in center ring.  Time comes when ya
ain't gonna be huntin' down Jessica Marshall an' Blanche McKenzie,
lookin' fer a paycheck.  Yer a hunter; it's whut ya do.  But now yer
gonna be facin' down Doc Holliday, lookin' fer a win.  An' winnin',
mah friend, is what _I_ do.

Snakes bite, Merc.  Snakes bite.

[Doc tips up his hat, and exits stage left as Dean Hayes wraps.]

DeanH: Alright, Doc Holliday heading to the ring.  He sounds
confident, but that Number One Contendership he worked so hard for
could be in jeopardy here tonight!  Back to you, Chip and Fred.

CL: Only in Doc Holliday's world, Fred.

FH: Well Doc better watch it because the Mercenary isn't a push over
and he is going to look to destroy Holliday here tonight.  Payment or
no payment I can tell you that.

HD: This match is scheduled for one fall and our _Main Event_ of the
night.

[Main Event Pop!]

... Introducing out of the Bunker.

... 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 entrance-way,
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: Here comes an angry Mercenary.  He is breifcaseless and you all
know that makes Merc very unhappy.

FH: Chance McKenzie found that out earlier.

CL: I'm unsure if tonight's match is going to be personal or not.
There was a time everyone thought that Doc Holliday was funding the
Mercenary.  Just prior to Rise From the Ashes II we found out
otherwise.

FH: Yeah when Merc left Doc Holliday laying in the center of the ring.

CL: Doc Holliday is now the official number one contender.

[Interrupting.]

FH: Not according to Gibson Hayes.

[The eerie harmonica opening to Enrico Morricone's "Man With A
Harmonica" from "Once Upon A Time In The West" strains from the PA, as
the lights dim.  The Phoenix crowd goes absolutely insane.]

CL: Doc Holliday's career was on the line at Rise From the Ashes II.
After a grueling match that lived up to the hype ... Doc Holliday sent
Alex Martinez packing.

FH: In a fluke victory that took not one, but _TWO_ Ace in the Holes.

CL: Alex Martinez was the first to ever kick out of an Ace of the
Hole, but in the end it became only a foot note for the history books.

[As the foreboding music echoes in the background, Doc Holliday
emerges from the back.  He is wearing wearing a tailor-made old-style
suit of a cut and style popular in the late 1800's; a black jacket
with white silk ruffled undershirt, a gold undervest, and long black
pants.  He also wears a black hat, from which his long wavy light-
brown hair dips to just below shoulder level.  A gold chain can be
seen dangling from his suit jacket.  Doc moves with a mild limp, and
uses a mahogany hand-carved walking stick to assist him on the way
down the aisle.  He seems to be carrying a grim expression on his
angular, clean-shaven face.

As the fans continue to go nuts, Holliday arrives at ringside, and
slowly heads around the ring.  The music grows more intense, as Doc
heads up the steps, scanning the ring area for threats in a level,
unhurried manner.  The Mercenary wants to beat on Holliday outside of
the ring so the match doesn't officially start yet. Doc ducks under a
clothesline attempt by Merc and slides into the ring, leaving the
hired gun aggravated that his plan to prolong the match failed.]

CL Doc Holliday is about as clever as they come.  He also knows the
Mercenary about as well as anyone.

FH: Doc should know that aggravating the Mercenary is about the worst
thing you want to do.



=========================================

PVW - HEATWAVE - ONE on ONE ACTION
The Mercenary v. Doc Holliday

=========================================


*DING*DING*DING*


[With PVW's number one contender now inside the ring.  The bell has
been sounded and the Mercenary slides into the ring and charges at
Holliday, but the ring veteran Holliday leap-frogs over him. Merc
bounces off the opposing ropes and runs right into a dropkick to the
face. Holliday mounts the hired gun and pounds away at his face with
right hands.]


[HUGE POP!]


CL: Doc is here to fight!

FH: You have to every time you step inside the ring with Merc.

CL: There is no disagreements here, Fred.  The Mercenary is about as
tough as they come in this industry.  He has been a wild card
everywhere he has been including the PVW.  He entered being paid by
Marley as a Widowmaker.

FH: Ahhh the good old days.

[Doc Holliday pulls the Mercenary up and whips him into the corner
with all of his might.]


"___THUUUUUUUD___"


CL: Holliday returning the favor to Mercenary.  Both men are here to
fight tonight!

[Merc bounces out of the corner and staggers into an an inverted half-
nelson position setting up the Arizona Sandstorm.]


[THIS COULD BE TROUBLE POP!]


CL: Mercenary is in some early trouble!  If Holliday hits the Arizona
Sandstorm I'm not sure even the Mercenary will be opening his eyes.

FH: Not this time Midget.

[... but Mercenary breaks out of it and hits a DDT counter.]


"___THUUUUUUD___"


CL: Smart counter by Mercenary.

FH: Most people thing the Mercenary is just a hired gun that offers
his services to the highest bidder.  While that may be true he has
wrestled some of the best in this industry toe-to-toe.  Doc isn't
going to sleep walk through this match tonight.

CL:  The ferocity in Doc's early demeanor would offer that he agrees
with you, Fred.

FH: And the Mercenary with a cover.



!!! ONE !!!


[Doc quickly kicks out.  And both men are quickly to their feet and
Merc is first with a few right hands into the face of Doc Holliday.]

CL: Mercenary boots Doc in the gut.  He is now pointing towards the
top turnbuckle.

FH: Do it!  Drive his head _THROUGH_ that turnbuckle!

CL: And he is charging Holliday towards that turnbuckle.

[... then bounces Doc's head off of the top turnbuckle in the
corner... again... and again! Merc then takes Doc's leg and wraps it
around the second rope, pulling upwards on it to try and tear a
hamstring.]

CL: Mercenary trying to dish out some pain on PVW's number one
contender.  Merc is making a statement here tonight.

FH: He is sending Jessica Marshall a message, and you can bet that she
is back watching right now. You know she has to be just planning her
attack.

[Holliday screams in pain then finds a window and hits Merc with a few
back elbows to the face and places some distance between the two.]

CL: Both Doc and the Mercenary know how dangerous each man can be. You
can bet each move and attack is calculated.

FH: Or in Doc Holliday's case out of desperation.

[Merc runs right back over and drives his knee into Holliday's back.
Merc pulls Doc out of the corner, then pulls himself up onto the
second rope.]

CL: What's he doing now?  Could he be going for a knee assisted
bulldog?

FH: If he is this could spell trouble for Holliday.

[... but the PVW number one contender ducks it and the hired gun
crashes to the mat on his face.]


[POP!!]


CL: He missed!  Holliday now grabbing the Mercenary's legs.

[And bends them at the knees, and crosses them, placing one ankle in
the other leg's knee-pit before then turning around so that they are
facing away from Merc and places one of his feet into the triangle
created by Merc's crossed legs. Doc then places Merc's free ankle
under his knee-pit and bridges backwards to reach over their head and
locks his arms around Merc's head.]

CL: Inverted STF!!!

FH: Holliday pulling out a move made famous in Japan.  Just like Doc
to cheat using tricks like that!

CL: This is a legal submission move in the PVW, Fred.

FH: Say's who?

[Merc screams and reaches for the ropes to turn himself with all the
weight of Doc Holliday on his back about 90 degrees before he finally
reaches the ropes.]

CL: And Doc was only able to use it to do a little damage as Mercenary
makes it to the ropes.

FH: Break the hold ya cheater!

[Duke Martin demands Doc to release the submission and finally after a
four count he does. Doc Holliday pulls Merc to his feet and goes to
whip him off the ropes but Merc digs down deep and reverses. Doc ducks
a Merc Clothesline and leaps up onto the second rope of the opposing
set. Holliday goes for flip-over neckbreaker, but Merc well studied on
Doc dives to the mat towards the ropes, causing Doc to turn around
...]


"___KATHUUUUNK___"



[OUCH POP!!!]



FH: Swallow those teeth!

CL: Merc jumped up to his feet and nails Holliday with a mafia kick.
Now the Mercenary makes another cover!


!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!


... No!

[Merc picks up Holliday's leg and hits a few elbow drops onto it. Merc
then retargets his aim and hits an elbow drop to the throat for good
measure then begins to climb the ropes.]

CL: Where is the Mercenary going.

FH: Merc isn't known for his high flying skills like Doc, but when he
hits them the match is usually over.

CL: Merc is slowly reaching the top.

[As Merc reaches the top ropes he points at Doc who's still down, but
Doc plays possum, Merc leaps into a top rope cannonball splash ...]


"___THUUUUUUUUUUUD___"



[NOBODY HOME POP!!!]


CL: MERC MISSED!

FH: That couldn't feel good.

CL: Doc with a kip-up!


[POP!!]


FH: Show off.

[... but Merc never stays down.  He is right there to take the number
one contender right back down with a short arm lariat instead. Merc
covers!]


!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!


CL: NO!  Doc shoots a shoulder up and tonight Holliday is the one who
wont stay down.

FH: Where is the Hallburton shot when you need it?

CL: Jessica Marshall has been unusually quiet thus far.  And after the
Mercenary's shenanigans earlier I don't blame her.

FH: Give her time, Chip.

[Doc somehow kicks out again. Merc pulls Doc to his feet, although it
almost looks like he's lifting dead-weight. Merc picks up Doc's leg
and hits him with a dragon screw. Merc holds onto Doc's leg as he
stands back up for another leg move, but Doc nails Merc in the side of
the head with a kick from his good leg, then shoves Merc away. Doc
tries to use the ropes to pull himself up. Merc charges at Doc but
takes a back body drop, landing on his feet on the ring apron.]

CL: The Mercenary is as agile as anyone for his size.  Doc Holliday is
having to really step up his game here.

FH: What do you mean Chip?  It's been all Mercenary thus far!

[Holliday leaps into the air hitting Merc with a dropkick which causes
Merc to slink down to one knee on the ring apron to catch his breath,
while Doc does the same on the mat. Doc pulls himself back up and
bounces off the ropes, comes charging at Merc who goes for a shoulder
thrust to the midsection, but Doc Holliday saw it coming and instead
leaps over the top rope, landing beside Merc. Doc gives Merc a kick to
the thigh now which leads to him pulling his head out from between the
ropes, but Doc hurts his own leg in the process.]

CL: AND IT'S BRAWL TIME!


[FIST A FLYIN POP!]


FH: Ten bucks says Doc drops off like a bug.

[Doc and Merc engage in a back and forth brawl, but Merc scores with a
rake to the eyes to take the advantage.]

FH: That works too.

CL: The Mercenary grabs Holliday and leaps backwards ...



"___KAAAAATHUUUUUUUUUUUD___"



"____CLAAAAAAAAAAANG___"



[HOLY CRAP POP!!!]



[Mercenary hit a Russian legsweep from the apron right into the guard
rail.]

CL: GOOD LORD ALMIGHTY!  MERCENARY JUST PLANTED DOC ON THAT GUARD
RAIL!  THAT'S UNFORGIVING STEEL RIGHT THERE!

FH: Holliday may not make it to Marley at this rate.

[The crowd cheers big-time for the big spot but both men are down and
hurt on the padded concrete floor. Merc pulls Doc up and bounces his
face off of the steel guard rail.]


"___CLAAANG___"


CL: Mercenary is just punishing Holliday now!

FH: Sounds like something _everybody_ should do.

[Merc then throws Doc backwards, drilling his back right into the ring
apron. Merc begins to set Holliday up for a second Russian legsweep
into the guard rail ...]



[COUNTER POP!!!]



CL: HOLLIDAY FLIPS OVER THE GUARD RAIL!

[.. and hits an Asai DDT/Backbreaker over the guard rail, and floating
right into a dragon sleeper over the railing.]


[WHAT THE HELL IS THIS MOVE!?!? POP!!!]


CL: Holliday creating things as we go on tonight!

FH: What the hell?  This has to be illegal!?!

[Merc screams in pain... Holliday releases the innovative submission.]

CL: Duke Martin counting both men out and Holliday rolls back inside
breaking the ten count.

FH: Dumb move ... The way tonight has been going he should of just
settled for the draw.

CL: Doc never wants to send an Arizona crowd unhappy.

[And some how ...  The Mercenary is finding his way to his feet.]


[DOES THIS GUY EVER STAY DOWN POP???]


CL: The Mercenary never fails to impress me.  Match after match
punishment is dished out and what usually keeps most men down is only
a road bump for the Mercenary.

[ Merc stumbles his way back up... Doc leaps with a slingshot
Bodypress!!]



[FLASHBULBS POP!!!]


CL: Holliday is now just putting on a show!  Holliday pulls himself up
and grabs Merc.

[... but Merc takes Doc down with an unexpected ankle pick, then locks
him in an ankle lock.]

FH: Mercenary pulling out all the stops himself, Chip.

CL: I do agree.  This is a Mercenary we aren't used to seeing here
tonight.

[Merc drags Doc over towards the steel steps then drops to his knees,
drilling Doc knee directly into the steel step.]



"___THUUUUUUUUD___"



[PAINFUL POP!!!]



CL: Mercenary working on that knee.  He releases the submission and
rolls Doc into the ring.

FH: He wants to pin him.

CL: And he hooks the leg.


!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!


!!! THR-- !!!


[KICK OUT POP!!!]


CL: Not this time! Holliday digging down deep and kicks out.

[Merc isn't done by far.  He begins dragging Doc towards the center of
the ring and locks him in a half Boston crab continuing working the
submission moves and Doc's knee.]

CL: Holliday gritting his teeth as he tries to fight through the pain.
Doc Holliday showing his toughness tonight.

FH: He might be showing toughness but he dosen't have it in him.  This
time he is through, I can see a bit of Caleb Foley in Doc.

CL: What's that supposed to mean?

FH: You know, Chip ... a crybaby ...

CL: {sighs}

[Holliday begins to drag himself and Merc towards the ropes ... Doc
pulls his upper torso off of the mat and throws out his hand, grabbing
onto the middle rope to break the submission.]



[HE MADE IT POP!!!]



CL: The Mercenary is still cool and calculating; wastes no time and
pulls Doc towards the middle of the ropes and throws him off of them.

FH: Aww what's this?

CL: Mercenary is backing off now as Duke Martin is protecting the
number one contender in the ropes.

[And as Holliday stumbles up... Merc goes for a drop toe hold, but Doc
dives over Merc, into a tumble up onto his feet. Merc charges, but the
number one contender ducks and Merc bounces off the ropes. Doc hits a
shortarm Cobra Neckbreaker...]



"___THUUUUUUUUUD___"



[POP!!!]



CL: Canyon Runner! Doc hooks leg.

FH: Oh no!



!!! ONE !!!



!!! TWO !!!



!!! THREE !!!



[SO CLOSE POP!!!]



CL: NO ... MERC JUST GOT A SHOULDER UP!

FH: Doc isn't the only one who can make things dramatic, Chip.

[Doc smiles knowing Merc is one hard guy to put down.  He pulls Merc
up and Doc picks him up for a fisherman suplex...]

CL: Doc is setting the Mercenary up for Old West Lynching.  If he hits
this you can call this a wrap.

FH: You willing to put money on that with the Mercenary?

CL: No, not really.

[Merc breaks out.. Goes for his bitch slap, but Doc ducks under...
Left Jab!

TWAP!

Left Jab!

TWAP!

Merc is stunned.]

CL: Holliday ducks under a desperation right hand and hots the ropes.
Mercenary catches him with a tilt-a-whirl, but Doc lands on his feet!

[.. and begins to lift the bigger Mercenary in an inverted fireman's
carry.]

CL: Doc could be going for the Arizona Heatflash!

FH: Hasn't Doc learned anything?

[Mercenary slides out and both men turn standing across from one
another ... Old Rivals ... Old comrades.  When the cheers fade into
some jeers.  The camera catches "Highlight" Chance McKenzie making his
way from the entrance ramp and he looks like he is ready to fight!]

CL: There looks to be some trouble.

FH: Expected trouble.  You can't prod the tiger and expect him not to
strike.

[The camera jumps back to inside the ring where Doc and Mercenary look
at one another and Holliday gives a "shrug" then offers a "Timme Out".
The hired gun gives and nod and drops to his stomach and rolls outside
the ring and meets Chance McKenzie HEAD ON!]


[WE HAVE OURSELVES ANOTHER FIGHT POP!]


CL: And now the Mercenary is going head to head with Chance McKenzie
on the outside now!  And McKenzie may of bitten off more then he can
chew as the Mercenary is just ROCKING the much lighter McKenzie!

FH: Well Merc is already in a fighting mood.  He has been tossing
Holliday around for fifteen minutes or more.

[Merc reaches into his pants and pulls the granny panties out from
earlier and begins to wrap them around Chance's neck/face.]


[LAUGHING POP!!!]


CL: Oh my god ...

FH: Damn why is McKenize the lucky one!?!?!

CL: ...


[As Chance gets them off, his face red with anger tosses them
sideways, landing on the announcers table.]

CL: And Holliday is having quite the show inside the ring.  Wait Fred
did you just slide those into your coat?

FH: Huh?  Just call the match, Chip.

[And outside the ring isn't the only action we have.  From the crowd
and behind Doc Holliday. The Gibson Hayes goon Bubba Hayes has now
slid into the ring behind the distracted Holliday.]


[TURN AROUND DOC!!!]


CL: Holliday is in some trouble!  Hayes with a full-nelson from
behind... Lifts Holliday up ---


"___THUUUUUUD___"


FH: Perfect planning.


*DING*DING*DING*

CL: Looks like Duke Martin is now tossing this match out.  He was
going to allow the initial brawl to go down, but things are now
getting out of hand.

[Bubba now stomping away on the fallen Doc Holliday.  As Chance
McKenzie on the outside just drove the Mercenary's head into the
announcers table.]

FH: And things are getting awful close around here.

CL: Folks we were having a good main event, but things have turned a
little chaotic.  Chance McKenzie now taking it to the Mercenary and
Bubba Hayes stomping a mud-hole into Doc Holliday.

FH: The moral of the story ... Be careful who you piss off!

[Bubba Hayes pulls the now dazed Holliday up and wraps him up for a
DDT and drops down.]


"___THUUUUD___"


[HUH REACTION???]


CL: HERE COMES ... RICK MARLEY!?!?!

[The PVW World Heavyweight Champion runs down the aisle like a bat out
of hell.  He dives under the ropes and begins _WAILING_ on Bubba
Hayes.  Right ... Right ... Left ... Right ... Bubba Hayes is dazed
and Marley drills him with a superkick sending the Gibson Hayes goon
through the ropes!]


[POP!]



FH: What is Marley doing?  Is he actually _saving_ Doc Holliday?

CL: Rick Marley is a Doc Holliday protege.  There is still a lot of
mixed emotions there I assume.

[Rick Marley now with the PVW World Champion in arm raises it high.
Doc Holliday now on his feet and Marley turns around and _DECKS_
Holliday with a knockout shot with that belt sending him right back
down to the mat.]


[BOOOOOO!]



FH: Well I guess that answers that.

[Marley now stands over the PVW number one contender mouthing "This is
my time".]

CL: Things took a change for the worse in a hurry.  Rick Marley now
standing over the fallen Doc Holliday.  Chance McKenzie and the
Mercenary are brawling through the crowd.  What a promising match it
was.

FH: I think I like this ending better.

[And Rick Marley turns towards the entrance way.  Where the other man
who has placed a claim for that PVW World Championship stands ...

Gibson Hayes ...

The former PVW American Champion is full of smiles.  The camera turns
back to Marley who raises the PVW World Heavyweight Championship
looking at the fallen Holliday then back at Hayes.

We fade.]