"Been an eventful couple of days..."

[The camera cuts to "The Gambler" Judd Marley, sitting on a set of
wooden steps in what appears to be a basement.  Dusty chests and totes
are neatly stacked along the walls on metal shelving units.  The blond
wrestler's attention is focused on the photo album currently sitting
in his lap.]

"Jack isn't here today.  I wanted to get some stuff off of my chest
that work better without him getting distracted by them.

Suddenly the reasoning behind me and Jack having the day off for this
past Heatwave is pretty damned clear, isn't it?  Nothing at all to do
with us wanting to take Royal Family's belts away.  Very little to do
with lacing the pizzas with laxatives.  Hardly anything to do with
putting itching powder in Paul Styles's trunks...

It was all about my little brother losing his way...again...and
re-forming Widowmakers Incorporated."

[Judd stops, looking down at the photo album again and shaking his
head, his eyes closed and brow knitted in frustration.]

"This isn't the first time that Rick's been down this road...and
that's the problem.  Peel away all of the flashy moves.  Take away the
cockiness.  Strip him of his little quips, and 'Showtime' Rick Marley
is (at his core) just a really self centered guy.  He makes noise
about  all the supposed sacrifices he's made for the fans...about how
he leaves it all out there for them and sacrifices his body every
match to entertain them...

It's a crock of bulls[BLEEP].

The only person that Rick Marley cares about is Rick Marley.  If that
wasn't the case, he wouldn't have hired the Mercenary and The Made Men
and brought back that group of animals.  Little Ricky wants to get
ahead, and he's gonna show his true colors now...and his willingness
to hurt anyone to do it.

But this week me and Jack don't HAVE  a match with any of the
Widowmakers.  This week we've got a cocktail (heavy on the cock, Jack
would say) of PVW's [bleep] hole champs: Chase Williams and Paul
Styles.

Normally this is the part where me and Jack would make a bunch of
jokes at their expense.  We had tons planned, too.

But I'm just not in the mood.

Truth to tell, what I'm in the mood for is to go out there, pick a
limb, and start twisting till the damned thing just about falls
off...and Jack's mood isn't much better.

Everyone got to see us playing around  You saw the jokes, you saw the
skits, you saw visits to daycare centers.

Now you get to see the Wild Cards go to war.

Get ready.  We're set to run Wild.

[The camera zooms  in on the picture in Judd's lap, of two kids, the
bigger pushing the smaller on a swing set with the caption below Judd,
age 8.  Rick, age 5.]

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#LET IT GO#

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




"__KAAAABBBOOOOOOM~!__"




"__KAAAABBBOOOOOOM~!__"




"__FAAASSSHHHOOOOM~!__"




"__KAAAABBBOOOOOOM~!__"




"__KAAAABBBOOOOOOM~!__"




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

The camera cuts back into the arena, showing Widowmakers Inc.
standing en masse in the center of the ring.  "Showtime" Rick Marley
is wearing an emerald green button up silk shirt, a pair of black
dress pants and a pair of high shined black dress shoes.  His dark
hair is pulled back into a ponytail as he smirks out at the cameras.

Beside Marley, dressed in his usual attire consisting of a black
t-shirt, camouflage pants, black army boots and silver mirrored shades
is the Mercenary. And in his hand is the trademarked Haliburton
suitcase, with an addition to it... a big black spider with a red
hour-glass on its back.

With them, "Pokerface" Mark Masterson and Nick "Always" Wright stand
decked out in the latest WMI apparel, both wearing spider shirts and
hats (Wright with his on backwards).  Wright holds a framed picture of
Lady Laurel Levinger with a delicate, caring, obsessive touch.]

[Marley stands, wireless mic in hand as he soaks in the negative
reaction from the crowd.]

RM: Always good to reap the benefits of a job well done.  The sad
thing is that before we stepped in and settled our debt with him, not
a person in this arena cared about "International Excellence" Tyrone
Parker.

One visit from WMI and suddenly the dearly departed was everyone's
favorite uncle.  A superstar just trying to make good.

WE put him back on the map...right before we helped him hang up his
boots.

A lot of people have been asking "Why'd you do it, Rick?  Why'd you
stab the fans in the back again?"

[Marley shakes his head and looks to the other Widowmakers for a
moment before responding.]

RM: Why'd I turn my back on the fans?  Why'd the fans turn their backs
on me?  Every night I was out here trying to do things the way that
they wanted me to.  Every night I was acting the part of the good
younger brother...the devoted tag team partner...the fan
favorite...and what good did it do me?  WHAT?

Not a bit.

Bill Craven picked me up and plastered me all over the ring steps and
no one did a thing about it.  Bill Craven could have ended my career
that night...no one raised a finger about it.  I was fighting a war
with a lunatic with one hand tied behind my back.  I KNEW what I
needed to do to beat him...to prove to everyone that he was behind
that gas mask...but I also knew the reaction I'd get...not only from
the fans, but from my partner and my brother.

So they had to go.

Nothing personal boys, just business.

So I cut ties with The Wild Cards and made some calls.  I moved WMI
back into an active footing in the wrestling world.  I brought in The
Mercenary, one of the most feared men to ever step into the ring...a
LEGEND who's ruined more lives than cancer...and The Made Men:  one of
the most vicious tag teams to ever come down the pike...and they're
here to do what the Widowmakers have always done:

They're here to dominate.

We started off by paying back some old debts...but we've still got a
bit left to cover on that front, right Merc?

Merc: Damned straight we do. Tyrone Parker may have wronged WMI  a
long time ago, and most people wouldn't even remember what happened
all those years ago, but we didn't. And we punished him for his
transgressions.  And if you think that what we did to him for
something that he did years ago was overkill, well, then you don't
know the Widowmakers. That was just a warning shot to the rest of
PVW... and to one Majorly Damaged Bill Craven in particular.

You see Billy-boy, you injured a member of the WMI, and we will not be
satisfied until you have been repaid that kindness by at least
ten-fold. So, you may as well just accept that fact, and get it over
with as quick as possible.Don't make us hunt you down, as much fun as
that would be. And don't bother trying to find anyone to help you
out... You don't want to be responsible for their decimation too, do
you, you green-freak?... I didn't think so.

[Merc passes the microphone to Masterson.]

MM: But we're not just about making freak-green paste or collecting
old debts. We're here to blaze some new trails, and that means total
domination.  That means gold.  And that means we crush anyone who
wants to get in our way.

[Wright takes the mic as Masterson hands it to him.  His voice is
thick like syrup in your hair and engenders the same kind of
reaction.]

NW: [Looking at the picture] And sometimes.. sometimes... that means
that  you might have to hurt the ones you love!  [The crowd boos.
Nick looks at the crowd with astonishment.]  I KNOW!  It stinks!  Yes,
boo that!

[The microphone goes back to Masterson.  Wright again fixates on the
photo.]

MM: So we've got a speedbump in our way to gold.  Two, really, one
[air-quoted] "Phenomenal" speedbump and one adolescent speedbump. They
both want to stick their noses in the business dealings of others,
running down the aisle like they've got something to prove.  Like
speedbumps, their only purpose seems to be to slow us down...  No
matter.  They'll get run over and left behind like all the rest.
FORGOTTEN as The Made Men and Widowmakers Incorporated speed on to the
glory we so very much deserve.

[Suddenly, the crowd gets loud, shouting out with a great deal of
mixed heat.  The WMI look around, confused, perhaps at the fact that
they're getting something other than boos.]
WC: I don't know you...

[Whipping around, all four members of the Widow Makers finally settle
their eyes on the entrance portal, where stands William Craven.
Baring his sharpened teeth, rubbing his bald head, he's just standing
there, looking down at the floor.  Bill's camouflage pants nearly
blend with his green, scale-tattooed skin, and he wears nothing else,
making him seem almost naked.  Looking up, Bill starts pointing at the
ring, moving his finger slightly to indicate different people, finally
settling on the Mercenary.]

WC: Or you, or, for that matter, you.  I only know Rick Marley.  That
is to say ... I've worked with Rick Marley before.  The rest of you,
what you've done is you've entered a war zone...

[Stopping, Bill rubs his face, and shakes his head, as if confused.]

WC: It didn't have to be this way, Rick!  From day one, day one you
cowered, fearing the future would mirror the past.  I just have to
wonder ... why?  Why?  What do you want, Rick!?

[Pacing the platform before the entrance ramp, Bill stares at the
floor again.]

WC: Do you want an apology?  Rick, you called my name as I lurked in
the shadows, trying to remake myself.  Blackballed from the upper
echelons of our industry for the second time in my career, all I
wanted was a fresh start--

[Spinning backwards, Bill juts an accusing finger toward the ring.]

WC: --but YOU wouldn't let me have it!  You had to cry to the world
"Major Damage is William Craven!"  I tried firing warning ...
salvos...  I, I tried to warn you, Rick!  Then, I offered you my own
brand of friendship.  I offered you a position alongside me in a new
Operation: Scorched Earth!  You spurned that, if you even heard it
through your fear-addled state.

[Glaring up at the ring, Bill actually looks more hurt than angry.]

WC: And then what do you do?  You send proxies.  You put your partner,
and your brother against me.  They were lucky enough to escape
unscathed, but then, another.  Johnny Oakes, whose only sin was
trusting you, Rick.  He tried to back you up, and so he went against
me.  Did you back him up?  NO!  You left him to be destroyed.  The
brave soldier ... that he was, he tried to continue on after our
battle, but it just wasn't possible.

[Casting his eyes back down, Bill's breathing becomes erratic, and he
shudders, involuntarily.]

WC: I think ... you wanted it this way, Rick.  You.  For eight years,
you've been unable to beat me.  For eight years, you've been lauded
and I reviled.  Now ... now you've turned away from what most thought
your nature, and this you do for victory...
   ...but it gets worse...

[Gritting his pointed teeth together, Bill glares up at the ring,
puffing violently at the chest.  He seems more sure, less confused.]

WC: There can be no victory.  Oh, in the ring, perhaps, but that isn't
what you want, is it Rick?  You want to end me, don't you...  What
will you and your friends do, Rick?  Will you cut me?

[Speaking with an unnatural calm, it almost seems as if Bill has
changed personas.  Tracing a series of lines that zigzag along his
arms and across his chest, then up his neck and head, Bill is pointing
out his plethora of scars.]

WC: Go ahead, find a spot without a scar if you can, and cut it.  Will
you break my bones?

[Pointing to a few unusual bends in his arms, a dent in his ribcage,
and then finally a massive scar running down the back of his neck,
Bill grins a shark-toothed grin.]

WC: Find one that hasn't been broken, and break it.  Will you put me
out of wrestling?

[His grin fades, and Bill scowls, darkly.]

WC: My rookie year, eight men, and it was a battle...  You really
think that now, you can do it with four?

[Grinning again, Bill hunkers down.]

WC: Let's find out!

*THUNK!* *HISS!*

CL: He drops the microphone, and William Craven is rushing the ring!

[Hitting the ring at a sprinting pace, Bill slides almost to the
center, and all the members of WMI set upon him!  Face pop!]

PW: There ya go, it's about what you'd expect.  Four guys on one big
guy?  Big guy goes down!

[Indeed, Bill thrashes around on the canvas as Mercenary, braced on
the top rope, steps on his throat.  Masterson and Wright stomp the
midsection, and Marley has already slipped outside for a chair to make
quick work of the big, green freak.]

CL: Craven just thrashing, trying to grab-- Mercenary!

[Rolling his body up and grape vining both legs around the choking leg
of Merc's, Bill twists and sends Mercenary tumbling in a  heap on the
mat.]

CL: Crucifix Kneebar!  William Craven's finisher from the 1990s!

[Grabbing onto him and pulling with all their strength, the Made Men
pull Bill up into a seated position, and Mercenary manages to detach
him with a well-placed boot to the face.  Shoving him backwards, they
pursue their quarry.]

PW: The numbers game is still in play, Chip!  Merc's limping, but--
LEGSWEEP!?

[Tumbling to a squatting position, Bill sweeps Wright's legs out from
under him, then pops up into a bum rush from Masterson.]

PW: Clothesline staggers the green monster, Masterson EXPLODER!?  TO
THE FLOOR!  Craven just pitched him like a damned baseball!

*WHUMP!*

CL: There's the difference maker!  Craven stumbling forward, and Rick
Marley--

*CLANG!*

CL: Chair to the back, chair to the head!  Craven staggering...

PW: DDT!

*CLANG!*

PW: Right on the chair!  That's all she wrote!  If this was a match,
we'd see the Widow Makers celebrating their victory!

CL: Marley to the ropes!  This is it!  Highlight Reel!

*BOOM!*

CL: And William Craven has fallen very still on the mat.  What were
you saying about celebrating, Preston?

[Heel heat rains down on the ring along with a few random pieces of
garbage from the first few rows.  WMI stand in a line, raising one
another's hands, Mark Masterson joining them all last after recovering
from his fall to the floor.]

PW: It may not be a match, but Widow Makers Incorporated are
victorious, and they look like it.  It looks like Rick Marley might
finally be rid ... of...

[FACE POP!  The Widow Makers freeze, and begin to turn around,
slowly.]

CL: He sat up...

PW: He's getting up.

CL: He's getting up, and he LOOKS ANGRY!

[The entire Armory is on fire as all four members of WMI dive from the
ring, narrowly avoiding the grip of a profusely bleeding William
Craven.  Biting down on the top rope, Bill pulls it up with his teeth,
and pushes down the second rope with one foot, leaving his hands free
in a strange gesture.]

PW: They're leaving.  C'mon.  Guys.  He's just one dude ... a big,
crazy dude.

CL: He's not just an athlete, maybe not just a man Preston, and I
think the Widow Makers are starting to reach that conclusion
themselves.

[As they back up the aisle, Bill realizes that they're not coming
back, and instead ducks out of the ring.]

PW: Christ, and now he's gonna push his luck and follow them?

CL: Craven ... walking to the back after WMI, blood leaking from his
mouth and the back of his head.  He must have bit himself with those
razor edged teeth of his.  They don't know how to deal with him right
now.

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

CL: What a way to open HeatWave off tonight!  The battle lines were
drawn last week.. We saw the shocking unmasking of Major Damage and
now the world knows that dirty little secret Rick Marley tried to tell
us.

PW: I guess we should have listened to him.

CL: It looks like it's going to _Explode_ at End Game when William
Craven steps into the ring with The Mercenary.

PW: Can California handle these two?

CL: Phoenix barely has!  Folks tonight we tie loose ends as we get
ready to go on the road for the first time in PVW's young history.  In
our Main Event we finally look to settle the bid for the PVW
Heavyweight Title shot.  Can Caleb Foley grab that rematch or will the
wrestling icon, Brian Young get the long awaited Heavyweight title
shot.

PW: Can both lose?

CL: We will find out.  Herk Douglas is inside the ring as we are ready
to get the night going!

HD: This match is scheduled for one fall...  Introducing first from
St. Louis, Missouri... Standing at six foot four and weighing in at
two hundred and fifty two pounds...




Here Is ...


"SUGAR"   SHAYNE   GRiSSOM ! ! !




[Lights go out as a voice splits the darkness.]

VOICE:  Alright......You know what time it is!

[Limp Bizkit's "Rollin'" begins to blare on the PA system as fireworks
and cannons explode around the entrance area. Out steps "Sugar" Shayne
Grissom decked out in a shining vest and his wrestling tights are
solid purple, with '"cut" holes in them that have black, see-through
material in them. HIs black hair pulled back in a tail and sunglasses
firmly on his head he poses for the crowd as a giant, purple "Sugar"
flashes on the big screen above him. The crowd explodes in cheers as
he slowly walks down the aisle and slaps high fives with fans all the
way down to the ring. Grissom reaches center ring and rather than
strike a pose to show off his muscles, simply rolls under the bottom
rope as the chorus echose with cannons firing from the ringposts...no
doubt still showing effects of the brawl moments ago.]

Song:      #ROLLIN', ROLLIN', ROLLIN'#



Song:      #ROLLIN', ROLLIN', ROLLIN'#



Song:      #ROLLIN', ROLLIN', ROLLIN'#



[The music dies down as Grissom removes his glasses and vest to
prepare for the match as the fans begin chanting "Sugar!" over and
over.  Grissom's face looks as though it has been through a war
already.]

CL: The protege of controversial, but legendary wrestler "Too Cool"
Chris Hopper has been looking very good since his debut inside PVW.
He has a huge match scheduled here tonight with Jaiden Andrews.  He
looks focused and ready.

PW: He better or he will end up like his last match flat on his back
and staring at the lights.

HD: His opponent...   From Los Angeles, California.  Standing in at
six foot one and weighing in at two hundred and fifty five pounds....

[Cue "Tortures of the Damned" by Bayside.]





Here Is ...


JAIDEN   ANDREWS ! ! !




[The curtains are tossed to the side, and emerging from the back is
Jaiden Andrews, who stands at the entrance with his hair masking his
eyes. He then looks up, raising a hand to move the hair from his face,
then sizes up the cheering crowd. Raising an arm into the air, he
makes his way to ringside, slapping hands with the fans as he does
so... though his gaze fixates on the ring.

Getting to ringside, Andrews slides underneath the bottom rope, then
immediately gets to his feet. Walking to each of the turnbuckles,
Andrews climbs them and raises his arms into the air, the fans
cheering and taking pictures. As he descends the last turnbuckle, he
makes his way to his corner, taking off the t-shirt and tossing it
backwards into the crowd. Andrews then looks down, beginning to take
deep breaths and preparing a strategy for his upcoming match.]

CL: The self proclaimed leader of the New Breed has yet to taste any
sort of defeat yet inside the PVW ring.  At End Game like Shayne
Grissom he has a huge opportunity.  Either one of these two men if
they can capture the Called Shot will have an opportunity to challenge
any PVW Champion at Any time for a full year.

PW: Well I hate to be the one to tell you this, but it won't be either
one of these two.

CL: I am sure you have your reasons, but they don't get a whole lot
more talented then these two. Inside this ring is considered two of
the future stars of the wrestling world.






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	One on One, 20 Minute Time Limit:
	Jaiden Andrews
	v. Shayne Grissom

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<<<  DING DING   >>>



[The two men lock up... After bidding for power they shove one another
off...  They circle around and go for the lock up again, but this time
Andrews forces Grissom back into the ropes and a clean rope break.]





*POP*





CL: Both of these men are considered to be part of PVW's future into
expansion. Both come to the PVW with glowing resumes.

PW: Too bad Grissom choked in his last match!

[Andrews and Grissom lock up in a collar-elbow tie-up for a third
time, but which turns to Andrews locking in a Side Headlock. Andrews
squeezes the head of Grissom in his biceps a few times, then breaks
his hold to hit a few clubbing blows to the back and a knee to the
gut.]

CL: Andrews now in control...

PW: Maybe he will end this early and save us all the hassle.

[Andrews looks like he was going to go for a Snapmare but instead puts
his foot on the back of Grissom’s knee, bringing him down to his knees
and holding him in the Chinlock. Grissom struggles to break free to no
avail at first, then hits some forearms to the back and throws Andrews
off the ropes. Jaiden Andrews comes charging and plows down Grissom
with a Shoulder Block.]

CL: BIG shoulderblock by Andrews... Grissom, gets back up to his feet
and stomps around the ring trying to blow off some steam.

PW: Look at that cry baby.

[The two go to lock up again but this time Grissom takes Andrews down
with an Arm Drag. Grissom charges at Andrews, floats behind him and
takes him down with an Amateur Rear waist lock Takedown, floating into
a Front Headlock. Jaiden Andrews rolls over freeing himself from the
hold, shoves Grissom away for a break, takes a stiff right hand to the
face and rolls out of the ring for a breather.]

CL: Andrews on the outside trying to regain focus.  These two are back
and forth in the early goings. Dare I say these two are evenly
matched.

PW: Except Andrews has yet to choke inside the PVW ring like Grissom
did.

CL: There is no shame losing to Larry Gionet and in a six man tag team
match for that matter.

PW: Tell that to Shayne Grissom.

[Jaiden Andrews circles the outside of the ring while Shayne Grissom
challenging Andrews to get back inside. Andrews climbs up on the apron
and catches the approaching Grissom with a Shoulder Thrust to the mid-
section. Andrews pulls Grissom half-way through the ropes and knees
him in the face, sending him rolling into the middle of the ring.
Andrews enters the squared-circle and puts the boots to Sugar Shayne.
Jaiden Andrews pulls Grissom to his feet and nails him with a Back
Drop across Andrew’s own knee.]

CL:  Jaiden Andrews makes the cover!!!




ONE ...




TWO ...




PW: Dangit not this time.  Shayne Grissom with a strong kick out.

CL: Andrews isn't wasting any time he has Grissom up and Whips him
into the corner with a stiff Irish Whip.

[Grissom gets whipped into the corner and Andrews climbs the corner to
begin drilling Grissom's head with punches.  As the crowd counts them
-

One ...

Two ...

Three ...

Four ...

... Grissom grabs Andrews and drops him in a variation of a
powerbomb.]




"___THHWWAAAP___"




CL: Grissom holds onto Andrews's legs and turns it over into a boston
crab!  What a counter into a combo by Shayne Grissom!

PW: Listen to Andrews scream in a shocking pain..  You can tell he
didn't expect that.  Thankfully he is only inches from the ropes.....




*MAKING IT TO THE ROPES POP*




CL: And Jaiden Andrews is in the ropes, breaking the submission.

PW: We almost had a winner.

[Grissom yanks Andrews back up and backs him up with some forearms...
He sends him across... Andrews ducks under a wild swing... Andrews
tries a high cross body move, but Grissom catches him!! immediately
after catching Andrews, lifts him into the air again and drops him
with an inverted Death Valley Driver.]




"___TWWWAAAAPPP___"




*HIGH IMPACT MOVE POP*




CL: HOLY COW DID YOU SEE THAT RAW POWER!?!

PW: Grissom hooks the leg.




ONE ...




TWO ...




*KICK OUT POP*




CL: NO!!!!! Another two count.  Grissom with a DVD right out of
nowhere!!!!  He now has Andrews quickly back up and he whips Andrews
into the corner with FORCE!!!!

[Grissom whips him hard into the corner and Andrews does a
Flair/Michaels flip up to the top turnbuckle, only to flip back down
to his feet and stagger back towards Grissom.  Grissom then grabs
Andrews and nails a belly to back suplex.....]




"___TWWAAAPP___"




*"OHHHH!!" POP*




ONE ...




TWO ...




THREE ???




*KICK OUT POP*




CL: MATCH WILL CONTINUE AND LISTEN TO THESE FANS!!!  They are torn
down the middle as Grissom and Andrews are two of the young gun fan
favorites here inside the PVW.

PW: It makes ya sick doesn't it.

[Grissom yanks Andrews back up..  He  backs away as he is going to
charge in, but Andrews fires a kick... Grissom catches it and shakes
his head "no"...]




"___THWAAAP___"




*OUT OF NOWHERE ENZUIGIRI POP*




CL Enzuigiri!!!

PW: That'll wake ya up.

[Grissom stumbles backwards and leans against the ropes,  Andrews
still half dazed from the high impact moves charges with a clothesline
and both men tumble over the top ropes!]




*DOUBLE OVER THE TOP ROPES POP*




PW: And outside they go!!!

CL: Both men hit that cement hard.  They are getting up slowly...

PW: Grissom there first.

[Both men get up slowly...  Grissom whips Andrews into the guard
rail...]




"___CRRAAACCKK___"




CL: Andrews nearly crumbled with that shot!  Grissom charges in with a
big shoulder....




"___CLLLAAANNNG___"




*OUCH POP*




[... but Andrews dives out of the way...  Andrews holding his back
charges forward and connects with a Yakuza Kick on Grissom who is
holding his shoulder in pain.]

CL: That shot appears to have really messed Grissoms shoulder up!
Then Andrews followed with a Yakuza Kick right into the chops!
Andrews is rolling Grissom under the ropes now and heading up the
turnbuckles and to the top...

PW: Wasting a lot of valuable time...

[Andrews leaps with a flying axe kick as Grissom begins to push
himself up and CONNECTS...  Andrews hooks a leg for the count!]




ONE ...




TWO ...




THREE ---




*SHOULDER UP AT THE LAST SECOND POP*




CL: IT WAS ALMOST OVER BUT THE REFEREE IS UP HOLDING TWO FINGERS UP!

PW: It's note worthy it was Grissom's opposite shoulder.

[Andrews has Grissom up and drops him with a neckbreaker...   Grissom
slowly getting up..  Andrews charges --- ]




"___SMMMAAAAAAACCKKKK___"




*"OOOHHH!" SPOT POP*




CL Shining Enzuigiri!!!!!   Andrews drops down for another cover!




ONE ...




TWO ...




THREE ???




CL: NO!!! GRISSOM FIRES A KICK OUT RIGHT BEFORE THE THREE COUNT
_AGAIN_!




SUGA !!!   SUGA !!!   SUGA !!!   SUGA !!!


SUGA !!!   SUGA !!!   SUGA !!!   SUGA !!!


JAIDEN !!!   JAIDEN !!!   JAIDEN !!!   JAIDEN !!!


JAIDEN !!!   JAIDEN !!!   JAIDEN !!!   JAIDEN !!!


SUGA !!!   SUGA !!!   SUGA !!!   SUGA !!!


SUGA !!!   SUGA !!!   SUGA !!!   SUGA !!!


JAIDEN !!!   JAIDEN !!!   JAIDEN !!!   JAIDEN !!!


JAIDEN !!!   JAIDEN !!!   JAIDEN !!!   JAIDEN !!!



CL: The fans are torn down the middle here tonight.

PW: I am too.  Who would I enjoy seeing cry more?

[Andrews goes back to working on that shoulder..  Andrews whips
Grissom into the corner with a big Irish Whip....  Grissom stumbles
out... Grissom ducks a lariat attempt, and he catches Andrews position
for a Front Face Slam.  Instead of nailing the move, Grissom raises
Andrews up and then sweeps his legs out from under him and rolls him
over into an STF variation.]

CL: WHOA ...

PW: What the heck did I just see?

CL: Andrews again must have lady luck on his side tonight as he was
right by the ropes and we have a quick rope break!

[Both men up.. Grissom hits a big inverted atomic drop...  backs off
the ropes and goes for the kill, Andrews leap frogs....  Andrews turns
and goes for another stiff kick, again Grissom catches... Andrews
again goes for an Enzuigiri, but this time Grissom was ready and
dodges it.]




*MIXED POP*




CL: Andrews missed the Enzuigiri this time... He has been using that
move here tonight to inflict quite a bit of damage on the youngster.
Grissom continues to hold that leg and begins to swing it into a
figure four leg lock!

[... but Andrews kicks him forward...  Andrews quickly back up ducking
under a big swing... SPRINGBOARD SPINNING HEEL KICK!!!]




*POP*




CL: Andrews back up and ANOTHER SPRING BOARD ....




"___BAAAAAAM____"




PW: Into a legdrop and cover!




ONE ...




TWO ...




*KICK OUT POP*




CL: ANOTHER KICK OUT!  Both of these men want to come off HeatWave and
into End Game with a win.

PW: It's not like either man is actually going to win the Called Shot.

CL: They are two of the early favorites.

PW: Says who?

CL: Don't you read the Internet sites?

PW: Not those sites.

CL: Ooookaaaayy...

PW: Golf sites get your mind out of the gutter Chip!

CL: Andrews almost pulls the win out and he is going back up top...

[Andrews going back up top.. He sets up, but Grissom rushes up the
turnbuckles quickly...  Fist fly....]




*MIXED POP AS THEY TRADE PUNCHES*




CL: FIST ARE FLYING...  Both men are in danger up top!  Andrews leaps
up with a Headscissors...
Grissom blocks the forward toss motion and turns --





*HOLY CRAP POP*




"___CRRRRAAAASSSHHHHH___"




CL: SIT-OUT POWERBOMB!!!!!!

[Both men lay flat on the ground as the referee counts!!!]


One ...


Two ...


Three ...


Four ...


[... Finally Grissom rolls over holding his shoulder for the cover...]




ONE ...




TWO ...




THREE ???




*HUGE AREANA KICK OUT POP*




CL: Fans on their feet as both men get up!!!  Right by Grissom...
Right by Andrews... Grissom with a kick to Andrews midsection...
Andrews returns with a swift kick...

[Andrews grabs that sore shoulder and yanks the arm out as Grissom
yells in pain.  Andrews yanks it forward using his shoulder driving it
into that injured shoulder earlier in the match...]

PW: I do enjoy watching Grissom scream in pain.  Do it again!

[Andrews yanks him closer one more time and this time locks and NAILS
a huge EXPLODER SUPLEX!!!!]




"___TTTHHHWWWWAAAAAPPPPP___"




CL: THIS COULD BE IT!!!




ONE ...




TWO ...




THREE !!!




*DID HE REALLY JUST KICK OUT POP!?!?!*




PW: How the heck???

CL: Grissom just kicked out!!!  This amazing match continues!!!
Listen to the fans!!!

PW: I can barely hear myself think!

CL: Back and forth back and forth....  Andrews is up and calling for
his Belly to Belly Crossed Arm Trap Cradle Suplex....

PW: He hits this it's over baby!

[He pulls Grissom up and begins to cross his arms... Grissom spins
away.. Andrews with a short-arm lariat, but Grissom ducks under and
turns....]




"___SMMAAACCKK___"




*FINISHER POP*




CL:  "The Sugar Shock" otherwise a leaping ace
crusher!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

PW: What just happened!?!




ONE ...




TWO ...




THREE !!!




*MIXED REACTION, BUT QUICKLY INTO JUST POPS!*




CL: GRISSOM DID IT!!! SUGAR SHOCK OUT OF NOWHERE SEALED THE DEAL!!!

PW: Meh... Just wait until Called Shot rookie punk.

["Rollin'" by Lim Bizkit begins playing, as the fans go wild. Grissom
asks for a microphone as Jaiden Andrews lays on the mat.]

Grissom:  Shut it off for a sec....

[The music dies down and Grissom stands over Andrews and stares at the
entrance way.]

Grissom:  This is the new breed?

[He points down to Andrews.]

Grissom:  I have been watching this guy for a few years now try to
break into the wrestling world. He tried in PWR, he tried in NEWF and
he tried in numerous other places in the past several years. He always
falls short or phones it in and *THIS* is the guy you allow to claim
leadership of the new breed? He's a never-will-be that just got punked
on National television!

[Grissom's smile widens.]

Grissom:  There is NOTHING new about him. He is a dime a dozen! It is
times like these when true leaders emerge and take center stage. When
opportunities avail themselves, giving a new face the moment of pure
genius.

[Grissom holds his free hand out wide to the crowd.]

Grissom:  My name is Shayne Grissom! I don't come out here pretending
to be anything more than the show-stopping wrestler I am. This
pretender was supposedly here to led us younger guys to stardom, but I
decided the future couldn't wait any longer! You deserve to cheer on
wrestlers who desire to give their blood, sweat and tears inside the
squared circle....

[Shayne stares down at Andrews.]

Grissom:  ....not some pale imitation poser with no future.

[Grissom steps over Andrews and next tot he side of the ring closest
to the entrance aisle.]

Grissom:  What that means is that anyone who dares stand in the way of
true entertainment in Phoenix Valley Wrestling better head on out.
We'll accept no substitutes and abide no fakes. I don't care what your
name is or how long you have been wrestling in the business. I would
say this to Dragon Kid, Caleb Foley, Spectre, Larry Gionet, Rob Cole
or even "his highness" Paul Styles. I would say it because at some
points it needs to be said that we are here for you, just as you are
here for us. At some point, someone must stand up and say nothing but
the best will do!!!

[The crowd pops as Grissom grabs Jaiden and begins pulling him up to
his feet.]

Grissom:  So, to that end, I say this........

[Shayne tosses Andrews over the top rope and onto the arena floor as
the crowd give a mixed reaction.]

Grissom:  That is the line! You come into this ring, you better be for
real or myself....and the ones in the back who are just as serious as
me about being the best will seal your fate. You want a
leader......you got one. I'm Shayne Grissom and THE FUTURE IS
NOW......

[Torn reaction as a much more cocky Grissom stands in the center of
the ring!!!  Shayne waits for it to die down just a bit.]

Grissom:  .....and it's "SWEET AS SUGAR!"

["Rollin'" starts blaring over the PA System again. However the music
quickly turns into "Rumatahatta" by Sepultura as the fans raise to
their feet and turn.]

CL: What is Rob Cole doing out here?

PW: Perhaps he wants to deliver his message to Spectre right now!

[Jaiden Andrews is now half way up the aisle way.. He looks back at
Grissom with a glare due to his disrespect after a hard fought
match...  Out runs Rob Cole down the aisle way at full steam..... Or
is it?]

CL: Wait....

PW: That isn't Rob ....




B O B B Y   C O L E ! ! !




[Bobby Cole clobbers Andrews as he turns back with a short arm
clothesline...  He doesn't stop as he dives under the ropes and to his
feet right in front of Shayne Grissom.  The two begin trading punches
one after another.....]

CL: What in the world is he doing...

PW: Well from the looks of things The Outlaw looks to be attacking
opponents set to be involved in the Called Shot event at End Game.
Why he is out here as "Bobby Cole" well you got me.

CL: Outlaw... I mean Bobby Cole and Shayne Grissom are brawling at
it....  Grissom is backing him up...

[Crowd is confused, but Jaiden Andrews has slid back under the ropes
and joined into the three way battle! Andrews and Grissom appear to be
getting the upper hand on Bobby Cole, but Andrews turns and grabs
Grissom from behind....]




"___TWWWAAAAAPPP___"




CL: LUNG BLOWER BY ANDREWS....  He get's up and --




"___SMMAAAACCCKK___"




PW: SUPERKICK BY THE OUTLAW...

CL: You mean Bobby Cole.

[Bobby Cole drops to the mat and rolls out tossing his arms out in an
"X" position as he heads up the aisle way.]

CL: That was well interesting...

PW: It always is with Outlaw.

[The camera follows Outlaw backstage, and catches up just outside the
Urban Legend locker room.   At the door, the masked Stalker stares
back in impassively but patiently, arms crossed. A familiar voice
yells out, frustrated.]

(Outlaw) : I don't [bleep] care, I'm not [bleep] going [bleep]
anywhere without the [bleep] tag belts!   Where the [bleep] [bleep]...

[Rummaging, and at least two large crashes, is heard.  Stalker
continues staring after the verbal and physical chaos for a moment,
then shrugs, resigned to the hunt.

[Making his way slowly down the hall, he absently nods at a crew
member -- then attempts to dodge something large and gold flying
towards him.  Before he can look back up, though, a figure clutching
another title belt dives in, driving it across his head.

[As Stalker goes down, OmniFly lays in with the belt again, adding a
few more kicks for good measure.]

OmniFly : Keep talking, Johnny.  Keep moving your lips and uttering
your nonsense. You think that you can buy Omni?  That you can buy Omni
with something that already belongs to him???!!

[Omni looks down at the belt that he stills holds and spits across the
face. He drops down to his knees and slams Styles across the face with
it again.]

OmniFly : You taint my very legacy, Johnny! You continue to try to
destroy who I am! It's your fault! WHERE IS HE!?!?! WHERE IS HE!?!?!

[Omni places his hands on his knees and takes a deep breath.]

OmniFly : Don't think that you're so innocent, Johnny. Maybe we could
have been pals. But you abandoned me. Just like he did.

[Omni jumps back to his feet and lays the boots to Styles once more,
but footsteps can be heard getting closer now.]

Outlaw : ...hey, there's that [bleep] bel-- what the [bleep]?

[Outlaw is immediately at the ready with a loaded duffel bag, next to
his fallen teammate as OmniFly backs up, composes himself, admiring
his handiwork. Styles manages to get to one knee, and looks up at his
attacker, lip bleeding... and with a wide smile that borders on the
disturbing.  He snickers.]

Stalker? : Well -- [Cough.] -- well well, Billy-boy... you've managed
to bring out... three of me so far now... [Cough.] you want to go for
the... even four?  I'll bring the family... albums.

[Omni's smirk drops a bit as he takes a long look at the grinning
Styles, then Outlaw.  Finally shrugging at a job well done, OmniFly
tosses the second belt at their feet and disappears off-camera.  The
feigned Sadistic smile immediately drops from Stalker's face as Outlaw
helps him to his feet.  They each reach for a discarded belt as the
camera fades back.]

CL: OmniFly sending Stalker a message.

PW: What was Outlaw blabbering about?  And if he wasn't going anywhere
then why did he just come down and get involved in Andrews and
Grissom's match.

CL: That wasn't Outlaw... That was "BOBBY COLE".

PW: Whatever...  I hope that's the last we see of that clown tonight.
He makes my head hurt.

CL: He does wrestle later on.

PW: Joy.

CL: Four men , all with the same goal to become five thousand dollars
richer!  They came down to the ring while we went to the back.

PW: After this past Burning Effect we know that Eric Williams can
really use the money ... and honestly way are his kids sitting next to
us here at ringside? Isn't there some form of child labor laws that
prohibit them being at ringside?

CL: I'm sure you mean safety laws.

PW: If I meant safety laws I would have said safety laws.

CL: Now that Williams has slid into the ring all four men are ready
for competition.

[The Dragon Kid steps towards Eric Williams and extends his right
hand. Eric looks at it for a moment before shaking his hand.]

CL: We have a bit of sportsman ship there between Williams and The
Dragon Kid.

PW: Oh look at Dragon Kid now extending his hand to Larry Gionet who
is just shaking his head no.

[The Dragon Kid shrugs his shoulders and makes his way towards Gibson
Hayes and extends the hand of sportsman ship one more time. Hayes
glares at the extended hand for a moment before grasping The Dragon
Kid by his forearm and pulling him in; nearly decapitating him with a
short arm lariat.]

PW: Apparently Hayes doesn't want a friend whom he can't understand
when he speaks!


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	4 Man Scramble, 45 Minute Time Limit:
	Dragon Kid v. Gibson Hayes
	v. Larry Gionet v. Eric Williams

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<<<  DING DING   >>>



CL: And this match is underway! Hayes stomping on Dragon Kid as Gionet
catches Williams from behind with a forearm smash!

PW: This is going to be a wild match! Dragon Kid is trying to get to
his feet but is having problems, namely Hayes boot!

[Gibson pulls The Dragon Kid to his feet by the back of his mask and
forces him into the ring ropes where he tees off on the chest of The
Dragon Kid with a vicious Knife Edge Chop. As Hayes tees of for a
second time Gionet has positioned Williams next to The Dragon Kid on
the ropes and fires off a stiff European Uppercut that rocks Williams.
Gionet quickly follows up with a second European Uppercut and looks at
Hayes. Both men nod towards one another and take off on a sprint to
the far side ropes.]

PW: Hayes and Gionet rebounding off of the far side ropes ...

[Both Eric William and The Dragon Kid duck and quickly stand back up
catching Hayes and Gionet ...]

CL: STEREO BACK BODY DROPS OVER THE TOP ROPE! Hayes and Gionet crash
hard to the floor and Williams telling The Dragon Kid hit the ropes.

[The Dragon Kid rushes to the far side ropes and as he rebounds off of
them Williams drops to all four. The Dragon Kid steps onto Williams
back and launches himself onto the top rope ...]

[FLASH BULBS POP THROUGHOUT OUT THE ARENA!]

CL: SPRINGBOARD SOMERSAULT SENTON!

[Williams quickly stands to his feet and grabs the top rope. Slowly
the three men on the outside begin to once again stand.]

CL: PESCADO! Williams just slingshotted himself over the top rope
taking out all three men!

[Williams stands to his feet as the crowd roars it's approval at the
New Breed and their efforts so far in this match. Williams looks
around and sees a ladder leaning on the guardrail; he makes his way
over to it as The Dragon Kid begins to slide into the ring. Williams
grabs the ladder and lifts it onto the ring apron.]

PW: I wondered how long it would take for that to come into play and I
can say I didn't think it would under five minutes into the match!

[The Dragon Kid rebounds off of the far side rope and Baseball Slides
into the ladder!]




"___CLAAAAANG___"




CL: Good lord that ladder just hit Williams in the head and he crashes
to the floor in a heap!

PW: Gionet is looking to try and get the ladder into play now.

[Gionet picks the ladder up from the floor as Gibson Hayes pulls
Williams to his feet and drives him back first into the ring apron.
The Dragon Kid has the top rope and slingshots himself over onto the
apron. He takes three steps before leaping off of the apron.]




 "___THUUUUUD___"




CL: NO ONE HOME! The Dragon Kid was looking to catch Larry Gionet
unaware there but out of the corner of his Gionet say The Dragon Kid
leaping with that cross body block and side stepped it.

PW: Heads up move by Gionet who is now sliding that ladder into the
ring.

[Gibson Hayes lifts Eric Williams into the air and Bodyslams him right
across the chest of The Dragon Kid. As Gionet begins to set the up
underneath the clipboard; Hayes connects with a Back Splash onto Eric
Williams in turn crushing The Dragon Kid below him. The crowd begins
to boo loudly as Larry Gionet makes his way up the ladder towards the
clipboard. Hayes quickly slides into the ring.]

CL: Hayes listening to the crowd's reaction and is quickly in the
ring.

PW: He doesn't want Gionet to win that money ...

[Hayes grabs the leg of Gionet and begins to try and pull him off of
the ladder. Gionet struggles to maintain his grip upon the top rung
and begins to drive his boot into the skull of Hayes. Both Williams
and The Dragon Kid are slowly getting to their feet on the outside of
the ring Williams slides into the ring as The Dragon Kid climbs to the
apron and grabs a hold of the top rope. Gionet finally kicks himself
free of Hayes' grasp and begins to continue his ascent ..]

CL: SPRINGBOARD DROPKICK INTO THE LADDER BY THE DRAGON KID!

[The ladder begins to fall; as it does so Gionet leaps off landing on
the mat near Hayes who begins to beg off saying he didn't knock over
the ladder. Eric Williams grabs Gionet from behind spinning him around
and plants him in the center of the ring with a Spinebuster. Williams
quickly up once again and looks for the ladder. Hayes meanwhile is
upon his feet and grabs Williams.]

PW: NOOGIES!

CL: I can't believe Gibson Hayes is giving Eric Williams Noogies in
this important match!

PW: Williams children seem to be getting a good laugh from it though.

[Hayes shoves Williams into the ropes but before Williams can rebound
The Dragon Kid grabs Hayes in a full nelson. Hayes being a bigger man
is able to power out of the hold quickly and spins around catching The
Dragon Kid with a Backhand to the Face! The mask hides The Dragon
Kid's expression as he shakes his head to the side. As he attempts to
lock up with Hayes, Gionet grabs the ladder and closes it.]




"___CLAAAAANG___"




PW: And Gionet got BOTH The Dragon Kid and Hayes with that ladder
shot!




"___CLAAAAANG___"




CL: And Williams just dropkicked the ladder into the jaw of Gionet!

[Gionet drops to his back with the ladder upon him. Williams grabs
Hayes and pulls him to his feet. He locks on a front chancery and
Vertical Suplexs Hayes onto the ladder!]

CL: And Hayes dropped hard across the unforgiving steel!

PW: Who ordered the ladder sandwich?

[Williams shoves Hayes off of the ladder and begins to set it up under
the contract. As Gionet clutches his chest in pain, Hayes rolls
towards the apron clutching his back. The Dragon Kid is slowly sitting
up as Eric Williams begins the long climb up the ladder.]

CL: Listen to the fans cheer Williams on!

PW: That's just his kids Chip.

[The Dragon Kid reaches his feet and begins to climb the ladder
opposite of Eric Williams. The two men begin to trade rights as they
each hold onto the top of the ladder for dear life. After eight
thunderous rights both The Dragon Kid and Eric Williams are holding
onto the top of the ladder. Williams over and grabs The Dragon Kid by
his mask and connects with a Headbutt. The Dragon Kid doesn't let go
of the ladder so Williams follows up with a second Headbutt. Williams
releases The Dragon Kid's head and grabs his own.]

CL: Looks like Williams may have hurt himself on that last headbutt!

PW: Who cares! I think a whopping is coming to both of them at this
moment as both Gionet and Hayes are both back up to their feet!

[Gionet and Hayes rush forward and both of them push the ladder. The
crowd begins an OOOOHHHHHH POP as the ladder crashes to the mat
sending Williams hard to the mat and The Dragon Kid lands stomach
first across the top rope.]

CL: THE DRAGON KID JUST LANDED ACROSS THE TOP ROPE AND LARRY GIONET
SHOVES HIM TO THE FLOOR!

PW: As you can see the top of the ladder is not a safe place to be
here in the PVW!

[The Dragon Kid crumples to the floor in a heap as Gibson Hayes pulls
Williams to his feet and hooks in a Front Chancery. Hayes pulls
Williams into the air dropping his legs across the top rope.]

CL: Hayes looking for the Bounced Check, his slingshot suplex ...

PW: But Gionet from behind Clipping the knee out from under Hayes!
Gionet showing how important this match is going into End Games as he
is taking every opportunity along the way to stop anyone from gaining
an advantage!

[Gionet pulls Williams to his feet and shoves him into the ropes.

[As Williams rebounds back Gionet drives an elbow to the back of
Williams and then drapes the near arm of Williams over their neck and
uses their own near arm to encircle the waist of the opponent. Gionet
then reaches under one of the opponents legs with their free arm, and
lifts, forcing the opponent to bend into a right angle.]

CL: A picture perfect leg hook belly to back suplex!

PW: Once again all three other competitors are down leaving only Larry
Gionet standing!

[On the outside The Dragon Kid has once again gotten to his feet and
Gibson Hayes is not far behind as Larry Gionet is reaching for the
ladder. Hayes grabs Gionet from behind in a tight waist lock and
drives him to the mat with a vicious Release German Suplex. As Hayes
stands to his feet The Dragon Kid springboards himself onto the top
rope and leaps.]

CL: Springboard Rana! The Dragon Kid is standing tall!

[The Dragon Kid grabs the ladder drives it hard into the side of
Gionet's head.]




"___CLAAAAANG___"




PW: MY GOD! I wouldn't be surprised if Gionet is out cold after that
ladder shot!

[The Dragon Kid begins to set the ladder up as Williams regains his
footing. Hayes is also back to his feet and spins The Dragon Kid
around; catching him with a boot to the gut.]

PW: Quick DDT by Hayes and he is going to the top of the ladder.

CL: And Eric Williams is there to meet him! Williams catches Hayes
unaware with that right hand and grabs Hayes by the head ...




"___SMAAAAAACCK___"




PW: Hayes wobbling but holding on! Williams is at the top of the
ladder and grabs Hayes ...

CL: GOOD LORD! SUPERPLEX OFF OF THE LADDER!

PW: Williams and Hayes are in a heap on the mat! Hayes looks worse for
wear as his feet are tangled in the top rope and Williams is just
blinking his eyes!

[As the two men tumbled to the mat Gionet had begun to climb the
ladder, he pauses to look at the carnage and The Dragon Kid has
grabbed him by the back of the tights, firing an stiff elbow into the
lower back, halting Gionet's advancement up the ladder. The Dragon Kid
climbs up the bottom two rungs and twists his body so it is between
the ladder and the chest of Gionet; he hooks his arms so the are under
the legs of Gionet ...]

CL: DRAGON BOMB! The Dragon Kid was able to use the ladder to even the
size advantage of Larry Gionet and drives him to the mat hard with
that Dragon Bomb!

[The Dragon Kid grabs the ladder closing it and placing it across the
chest of Larry Gionet. Slowly Eric Williams begins to roll to his
stomach and looks at his two children at ringside, who are cheering
him on, Hayes final collapses to the mat as Williams is no longer
under him propping him up. The Dragon Kid goes to the apron grabs a
hold of the top rope and slingshots himself into the ring.]

PW: POOR LARRY GIONET! THAT is the second time he has been crushed
underneath a ladder, this time by a Slingshot Legdrop!

[The Dragon Kid grabs the back of his legs as he rolls off the ladder
and off of Gionet. Williams slowly pulls himself to his feet and looks
around the ring and sees the wreckage all around him. Williams slides
to the outside and grabs another ladder tossing it into the ring.]

PW: What's wrong with the other ladder!

CL: Would you trust it after you have seen people's body bent around
it?

PW: Good point.

[Williams slides into the ring and points at the contract with a smile
on his face. As he begins to set up the ladder Gionet and Dragon Kid
are getting to their feet as is Hayes. Dragon Kid and Gionet begin to
exchange rights. The Dragon Kid ducks a wild right by Gionet and
begins to climb the ladder about half way up he launches himself
backwards catching the jaw of Gionet with a Stiff Leaping Back Elbow.
Hayes grabs the back of Williams trunks and pulls him to the mat.]

PW: There is a good chance this is the first time all four men are on
their feet since the opening moments of this contest!

[Williams is taken down with authority by a stiff elbow from Hayes and
Gionet is whipped into the corner by The Dragon Kid. Dragon Kid
follows up with a Spinning Heel Kick that sends Gionet crashing to the
mat. Hayes pulls Williams to his only to drop him again with a discus
punch. The Dragon Kid leaps to the top turnbuckle ...]

CL: The Dragon Kid looking for the Split Legged Moonsault!

PW: NO! Gionet got the knees up.

[The Dragon Kid writhes around on the mat in pain for a moment, but
Gionet pulls him to his feet locking in a Sleeper Hold.]

PW: Not a bad idea in the long run but at this moment Hayes is still
up!

[Hayes looks at the ladder and looks Gionet with the Sleeper Hold on
The Dragon Kid. Hayes attempts to boot Williams in the gut for good
measure but Williams catches the leg spins him around ...]

PW: And Hayes levels Williams with that clothesline!

CL: And Gionet just connects with a Backcracker on The Dragon Kid!

[Gionet sees Hayes and rushes forward, Hayes though quickly catches
him and executes a Reverse Atomic Drop. Hayes runs to the opposite
ropes as he rebounds Gionet catches him with a Stiff European Uppercut
to the face that plants Hayes to the mat. Gionet pulls Hayes up
hoisting him onto his shoulders.]

CL: Gionet in full control but Williams is getting back to his feet!

[Gionet drills Hayes with a Fireman's Carry Gutbuster! As he turns
around Williams catches him with a kickto the mid-section; grabs him
by the hair and tosses him headfirst into the ladder. Williams smirks
as he grabs Gionet by the arm and Irish Whips him into the near side
ropes. As Gionet rebounds off of the ropes Williams executes a Drop
Toe Hold, Gionet's head bounces off of the bottom rung of the ladder
but Williams doesn't care as he shifts into an STF and begins to
wrench upon the neck of Larry Gionet.]

CL: Williams is know for that combination and he is making Gionet feel
the pain right now!

[Blood begins to trickle from the forehead of Gionet.]

PW: That bottom rung of the ladder busted open Larry Gionet! And like
a shark in the water Williams is taking full advantage of the weakened
state of Gionet!

[The Dragon Kid is back onto his feet and grabs the ladder that he
crushed Larry Gionet under earlier and begins to set it up in the
center of the ring, side by side the ladder Larry Gionet just hit head
first. Gibson Hayes sees the opportunity and begins to climb the
ladder and on the other side of the second ladder The Dragon Kid
begins his ascent!]

CL: Two ladders two men each climbing one looking for the pot of gold
at the top of them!

PW: Look it's cold hard cash neither of these men is Caleb Foley!

[Eric Williams looks up from the STF and sees Hayes and The Dragon Kid
climbing the ladders. Williams releases the STF and gets to his feet
and begins to climb up the ladder behind Hayes. He grabs Hayes by the
tights, Hayes though lifts his leg and catches the chin of Williams,
stunning him for a split second but long enough to cause his to loosen
his grip. Hayes continues to climb as The Dragon Kid reaches up
catching the bottom of the clipboard with his hand. The crowd begins
to roar in approval as the masked superstar reaches again and once
again the clipboard just slips from his reach. Hayes sees this and
with his left leg begins to kick away at the other ladder causing The
Dragon Kid to hold onto the top of the ladder. Hayes climbs to more
rungs and reaches for the climb board but once again Eric Williams
grabs him, this time causing him to miss the clipboard. The Dragon Kid
reaches over and catches Hayes with a right hand Hayes wobbles ...
Williams climbs directly under him placing Hayes on his shoulders.]

PW: I don't know if this is an accident but Williams just provided
Hayes with a sturdier base.

CL: Hayes though doesn't feel comfortable and begins to rain right
hands into the head of Williams. And Williams seems to be losing his
grip on the ladder!

[The Dragon Kid once again goes for the clipboard but as he does
Hayes, in a heads up move once again kicks at the ladder, causing both
Williams and The Dragon Kid to grab the ladders. Hayes realizes he is
still the closest to the clipboard and once again reaches but The
Dragon Kid once again connects with a stiff right hand just keeping
him from reaching it. Gionet is once again upon his feet and slowly
begins to climb the same ladder that The Dragon Kid is upon.]

PW: We've got all four men on the ladders and Gionet is up there
tossing rights into the jaw of the Dragon Kid as Hayes just continue
to drop bombs into the head of Williams.

[Williams lets go of the ladder and begins to push himself backwards.
As he does so Hayes loses his grip on the top of the ladder and begins
to flail his legs catching the other a few times sending it sideways.
Gionet in a heads up move leaps backwards and lands on the mat while
The Dragon Kid leaps sideways somehow managing to grab the ladder that
Williams and Hayes are tumbling off of.]

CL: WILLIAMS JUST ELECTRIC CHAIR DROPPED HAYES AND HIMSELF HARD TO THE
MAT!

PW: AND THE DRAGON KID JUST LOOKED LIKE A SPIDER MONKEY AS HE LEAPED
FROM ONE LADDER TO THE OTHER!

[Gionet not one to miss a beat begins to climb the ladder before The
Dragon Kid has an opportunity to reach for the clipboard. The Dragon
Kid is waiting for Gionet and connects with a left hand. Gionet
continues to climb till he is looking Dragon Kid in the eyes. The two
men stare at one another for a long moment and begin to rain punches
at one another. The Dragon Kid is soon overwhelmed by the flurry of
punches from Gionet and begins to loosen his grip on the ladder. The
Dragon Kid crashes to the mat but is quickly to his feet and grabs
Gionet by the ankle pulling him off of the ladder. The Dragon Kid
catches Gionet with a Palm Thrust that knocks the bigger man into the
ropes. Amazing Eric Williams is back to his feet and catches Gionet
with a dropkick sending him sprawling across the mat.]

PW: This match has been nothing but action and I am honestly surprised
any of these men are still standing!

[The Dragon Kid grabs the fallen ladder and once again drops it across
the chest of Larry Gionet. Williams stomps hard onto the ladder as The
Dragon Kid climbs to the top rope.]

CL: 450 DEGREE SPLASH!

PW: Someone explain the logic of that to me! That had to hurt The
Dragon Kid just as much as it did Larry Gionet! I mean the ladder was
sandwiched between both men!

[Eric Williams winces as he sees The Dragon Kid connect hard with the
ladder. He shrugs his shoulders though and begins to climb the ladder
slowly.]

CL: Williams making his way to the top of the ladder!

PW: But here comes RED!

[Hayes begins to stir and scrambles to the ladder and begins to climb
up it as well. Williams is the first man to the top but Hayes is right
there grabbing him by the head and slamming him hard into the top of
the ladder.]

PW: Hayes and Williams are across from one another one of these men
has to be the winner!

[The Dragon Kid rolls to his feet and shakes his head as he stares at
the two men battling on the ladder. The Dragon Kid begins to hobble to
the ladder behind Hayes as Gionet just begins to push the ladder off
of him.]

CL: The Dragon Kid is trying to make a ditch effort to the ladder.

[Gibson once again slams Eric's head into the top of the ladder and
Hayes reaches into his trunks.]

CL: What is Hayes doing?

[Hayes throws a white powder into the eyes of Williams.]

PW: The old Salt in the Eyes! He calls that the Time Out!

[Williams quickly grabs his eyes with his right hand and Hayes shoves
the off balanced Williams to the mat. As Williams hits the mat with a
thud Dragon Kid has climbed the ladder behind Hayes and Gionet is
slowly making his way towards the side from which Williams fell.]

CL: We've got two men battling on the same side of the ladder!

PW: Actually we have one man climbing the back of the other!

[The Dragon Kid has begun to climb the back of Gibson Hayes. Hayes
drives an elbow into the side of The Dragon Kid halting his
advancement and some how begins to move The Dragon Kid onto his
shoulders.]

CL: I don't know what Gibson is hoping for here but he better do
something quick as Larry Gionet is pulling himself up the other side
of the ladder!

PW: FALL AWAY SLAM! I have no clue if he has ever done one of those
before but this was not the time to bust it out! Both men are in pain
on the mat and Larry Gionet is slowly ascending to the top of the
ladder!

[FACE POP as Eric Williams grabs the leg of Larry Gionet and attempts
to pull him off of the ladder. Williams is still covering his eyes
with his free hand but just about has Gionet off of the ladder.]

PW: AND GIONET DRVIES THE HEEL OF HIS BOOT INTO WILLIAMS JAW!

CL: Williams lets go of Gionet's leg and Gionet trying to make it to
the top again! Williams reaching but he can't see and keeps missing
the leg!

PW: HE GOT IT!!! LARRY GIONET GOT THE CLIPBOARD!!!



<<< DING DING >>>



PW: Even after being a ladder sandwich on more than one occasion Larry
Gionet pulls out the win!

[The crowd begins to buzz as the Masked Maniac makes his way through
the crowd. Larry holds the clipboard worth five thousand dollars high
in the air as the Masked Maniac leaps the guardrail and slides into
the ring.

PW: WHY THE HELL IS THE MASKED MANIAC HERE! He's a Burning Effect
talent get him out of the ring!

[The Masked Maniac looks at Eric Williams who is still blindly
reaching for the ladder and drills him with a Superkick! Williams
crashes to the mat as Larry Gionet begins to make his way down the
ladder. The Masked Maniac turns around and pulls The Dragon Kid to his
feet and locks on a three quater face lock, but before he can go any
further with it Gionet drives a boot to the mid section of The Masked
Maniac doubling him over. Hayes gets to his feet and connects with a
clothesline taking the Masked Maniac down. The Dragon Kid quickly
executes a standing Moonsault Press and slowly rolls off of him as
Gionet reaches down and rips the mask off of the Maniac ...]

PW: THE OUTLAW! That the hell is that retard doing!

[Outlaw quickly bails to the outside as the three men prepare to pound
away at some more.]

CL: Apparently wising up as he has hit the outside and is making his
way up the entrance way again!

PW: Why THE Outlaw could have been anyone but no had to be him!

CL: Well folks that was a preview to the Called Shot match at End
Games and right now Larry Gionet has to be the favorite heading into
that match!

PW: He went through hell to win here tonight and if that's just a
sampling of what the Tables, Ladders and Chairs match is going to be
at End Games I can only say Oh My!

CL: Thus far Outlaw has made his way down as Bobby Cole in his attempt
to jump Shayne Grissom and Jaiden Andrews and now he has came down as
Masked Maniac to try and get the upperhand on these four men.

PW: He is loco...

CL: I'd say overall it's well backfired on him.

PW: As usual.

CL: I am being told that it's time for Paul Styles, Paid
Announcement...

PW: I hope he is doing okay.

[The camera opens on a tight camera shot of Dean Hayes backstage
wearing a white PVW golf shirt]

Dean Hayes: I'm required to state off the top that the following
television time has been purchased by PVW tag team champions The Royal
Family and the opinions expressed are their own and do not necessarily
reflect those of PVW or it's sponsors.

[the camera pulls out to reveal "Rolemodel" Paul Styles seated in a
folding chair to the right of Dean(also seated) with a empty folding
table to Paul's right. Paul's dressed in a thin-knit teal sweater-vest
over a black dress shirt, his typical wrestling attire. He looks
exhausted though and his face appears alarmingly pale. An IV-stand
behind Paul runs into his sleeve and up his arm attached out of sight.
Paul speaks softly]

"Rolemodel" Paul Styles: Views and opinions, Dean? Facts and reality.

DH: Facts and realities you can't talk about on Burning Effect for
free, Paul? Why are you still buying television time on Heatwave?

PS: Burning Effect isn't really my style anymore, Dean. The Royal
Family still appear on the show only because the front office have
asked us to... it turns out a condition of their SSN contract is The
Royal Family... But if I have something important to say I enjoy our
time on Heatwave, Dean.

DH: How is Burning Effect not your style now?

PS: A lot of reasons... Jack Britain and "Fabulous" Fred Hoyle are a
couple of douche bags and the producer is a jerk... that's one.

DH: I don't really know much about Jack or Fred to be honest, Paul...
[looks at Paul apprehensively] You don't think that way about me do
you?

PS: [actually cracks a weak smile] No, Dean. Jack and Fred are plain
as white bread while you're here to actually build a career as a
reporter and I respect that... I've told you you're alright, Dean. You
don't have to keep checking.

[Paul's smile is quickly replaced as exhaustion overtakes his face
again]

PS: It's like Carl has said before. We are easily the coolest guys in
PVW... and that means we have a responsibility to let everyone else
know when we're being embarrassed by some idiots in the company.

[Paul pauses and catch his breath, building up the strength to
continue]

PS: First it was the generic "Golden One" Christopher Michaelson, then
it was Rob Cole the down and out drunk, and now it's both The
Wildcards childish pranks and Craven William's self-importance.

DH: The Wildcards have been on a roll lately and I'll admit I got a
bit of a laugh out of some of their pranks, Paul... But when I heard
about your allergic reaction... I don't know, it just seems a little
unnecessary in retrospect.

PS: A little? The Wildcards went on a shopping spree in a joke-store
and that makes them title contenders? Laxatives that dehydrated
Johnathan to a critical level? Itching powder on my tailored pants
causing a near fatal allergic reaction? That isn't wrestling... and
even with all that going on Foley and Outlaw couldn't get it done.

[Paul again cracks a smile]

PS: Caleb Foley... Remember when you said you were going to shut me
up? When I had to prove I was as good as you hear I am? When you got
cute and told me it's 2008 and not 1998?

[Paul weakly picks up his PVW tag title off the table and holds it in
his lap]

PS: It's starting to feel like 1998 all over again, Foley. Better luck
next time.

DH: But from one title match to another at End Games with the
Wildcards.

PS: I'm not worried about the title match, Dean. Those two are out of
their league. All I'm worried about is more practical jokes turning
PVW into a low brow, toilet humor, comedy festival. That crap is only
funny to people that are envious of The Royal Family's success... to
the rest of us it's just embarrassing and even the Willingham's have
realized it.

[Dean shrug/nods in unspoken agreement]

DH: Your air-time is almost up here... but you said you need to warm
us about William Craven embarrassing us too?

PS: Yeah, because on top of my allergic outbreak I've also been
suffering from acute narcolepsy after watching Major Damage's
melodramatic unmasking.

DH: But you haven't really interacted with Major Damage, William
Craven, at all. Why speak up about him? Can't you just... [Dean is
struggling to find a polite term] ... mind your own business?

PS: This is my business, Dean. This is all of our businesses. He's
embarrassing us, Dean. As a company everyone in PVW relies on everyone
else to represent them during the shows. If a casual fan, or dare I
say a girl, saw some of Craven's speech...

[Paul sighs with exhaustion as he weakly shakes his head in regret
while reaching into his pocket for a small card he's written on as his
familiar text graphic appears on the bottom of the screen as Paul
calmly reads it off]

GRAPHIC: "NO!  Wrong year, doesn't have to be, I warned him, why?  YOU
DAMN ME!  Forsaken, I'm forsaken, the choir it sings using words with
no
meaning and they are WRONG!  My face is gone...  I TRIED TO WARN YOU,
RICK!!!" William Craven - PVW Heatwave May 30, 2008

PS: ... ... ... that's just awful.

[Dean has nothing to say in response and they just sit in awkward
silence for a moment before the camera abruptly cuts off]

CL: I am being told that due to Paul Styles serious allergic reaction
he doesn't have the energy to wrestle here tonight so Johnathan
Monarch is set to take his place.

PW: A shame I was looking forward to watching the legend inside the
ring.  Well at least Monarch is there for him.

HD: His opponent.... Weighing in at two hundred and forty eight
pounds... From  Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada...


Here is ...


Shadoe 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. Shadoe
Rage comes to the ring. He 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.]

HD: Hailing from Ottawa, Ontario, Canada.  Standing 6 feet tall, and
weighing in at 210lbs...


Here is....


Outlaw !!!!


["Sucker Punch" by Envy on the Coast blares throughout the arena. A
pop from the crowd as Outlaw appears on the entryway.  Dressed in his
standard ring gear, camouflage shorts, and a PVW t-shirt, he raises
his arm to the crowd showing a pair of leather grapple gloves. As
usual, his brown hair hangs in his face. Standing next to him Semi, is
wearing clean black jeans, a matching black tank covered by a tabard-
cut PVW shirt.]

CL: Looks like Outlaw brought some Derek Rage insurance.

PW: Yeah well as you can see Chip Shadoe is a man willing to stand on
his own two feet!

[Outlaw looks at Semi and motions him to the back. Semi looks
cautiously towards Shadoe one last time and nods in agreement before
heading to the back.]

PW: Well, well THE Outlaw going to be a man here tonight for once as
he sends Semi to the back.

CL: Outlaw looks a little worse for wear; I guess all his running
around tonight looks to have tired him out.

PW: Wait are we even sure that’s the Outlaw … I mean we’ve seen BOBBY
COLE, THE Masked Maniac … are we sure this is THE Outlaw and not THE
Masked Maniac …

CL: Why are you emphasizing the word the? And his name is Outlaw …

PW: I like the sound of THE Outlaw better and as for your first
question I heard it really annoys THE Outlaw and he annoys me so fair
is fair.





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	One on One, 20 Minute Time Limit:
	Shadoe Rage
	v. Outlaw

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<<<  DING DING   >>>



CL: There's the bell and this contest is underway.

PW: THE Outlaw ...

CL: OUTLAW!

PW: Whatever. He looks winded already as the two men lock up in the
center of the ring.

[The two men struggle for control, Shadoe Rage takes the early
advantage and shoves the smaller Outlaw to the ropes and smirks as he
just slaps Outlaw across the cheek. Outlaw rubs his cheek for a moment
and once again goes for the lock up, but Shadoe ducks the attempt and
rolls to the outside where he points to a fan holding a RAGE COUNTRY
sign.]

PW: Shadoe showing THE Outlaw he has in attendance tonight.

CL: Outlaw, Outlaw, Outlaw! How hard is it say!

PW: Calm down Chip you don't want to have a heart attack. I mean I'm
not sure Outlaw can play THE doctor.

CL: I give up. Fans Outlaw has been trying to make a statement
throughout this edition of Heatwave that he wants the Called Shot as
he has attacked nearly every single participant of the Called Shot
match, so Shadoe's stalling tactic right now is probably a good thing
for Outlaw as he's been beaten up quite a bit already tonight.

PW: But him with a title shot whenever he wants. I think the PVW would
have to close if he was our champion, I mean he would never carry the
belt with the class that Chase Williams has and can you picture the
press conferences he would give [bleep] [bleep].

[Referee Jim Pearson orders Shadoe Rage into the air, who motions for
Outlaw to back up. Pearson attempts to push Outlaw back a few steps
but Outlaw rushes forward and reaches over the top rope grabbing
Shadoe by the hair. He begins to pull Rage up to the apron but Rage
fires a quick thumb to the eye causing Outlaw to drop Rage. Person
begins to warn Rage who just nods his head and grabs Outlaw by his
hair pulling him to the floor.]

"___THUUUUUD___"

CL: Outlaw hits the floor hard and Rage is just stomping away on the
back of his head.

PW: Heads up move by Rage taking advantage of Outlaw's over
zealousness there. By the way was that better for you Chip?

CL: Yes.

PW: Glad I could help. Shadoe now grabbing THE Outlaw by hair and
pulling him to his feet ...

CL: ::sigh:: and he Bodyslams him hard to the floor. Outlaw grabbing
his back in pain and Rage shows no sympathy as continues his assault.

[Rage drives an elbow in the heart of Outlaw as Jim Pearson orders
Rage to get the match back into the ring. Rage stomps a final time on
the chest of Outlaw before sliding into the ring. As quickly as he
slides in he slides right out again, pulling Outlaw to his feet
connecting with a left jab. He smiles as he fires off a second left
jab and quickly grabs Outlaw's right arm; Irish whipping him into the
guardrail.]

"___THUUUUUD___"

CL: Outlaw hits the guardrail hard! And Rage quickly back on the
attack as he drives his left foot into the gut of Outlaw doubling him
over!

PW: Shadoe ... wait why does he spell his name with an e?

CL: Worry about that later Preston! Shadoe with a front face lock now
on Outlaw ..

PW: And Shadow with an e powers THE Outlaw up and drops him stomach
first across the guardrail!

CL: That move may have just driven all the air out of Outlaw's lungs!

PW: Oh no he might not be able to curse for a few minutes.

[Outlaw collapses off of the guardrail to the floor in a heap and Rage
once again pulls Outlaw to his feet and connects with a vicious knee
drop to the upper back of Outlaw. Rage pulls Outlaw up; standing
behind and to the side of Outlaw. Rage wraps one arm around the waist
of the Outlaw and grabs the back of the Outlaw's near leg with his
other arm. Rage then lifts the Outlaw on to his shoulder and then
falls backwards, driving the opponent into the ground at a high
angle.]

PW: Rage with a picture perfect Teardrop Suplex onto the floor!

CL: Outlaw looks out of it at the moment as Rage grabs him by the hair
and just begins to drag him across the floor towards the ring.

[Rage tosses Outlaw into the ring at the feet of Jim Pearson and
slides back into the ring. Rage quickly hooks the leg cover.]




ONE ...




TWO ...




SHOULDER UP !!!




CL: And Outlaw powers that right shoulder up!

PW: Rage doesn't look happy as he thought that the assault on the
outside would be enough to put Outlaw away ... I mean THE ...

CL: Rage grabbing Outlaw by the hair in ...

[Outlaw quickly slaps on a small package and Jim Pearson drops down
into position for the count.]




ONE ...




TWO ...




THR -




PW: And Rage with a kick out. Rage is quickly back to his feet and
throws a wild left hook ...

CL: That Outlaw easily ducks. Outlaw slips behind Rage ...

PW: That doesn't sound right ...

CL: And locks on a waistlock.

[Outlaw struggles to power Shadoe up but Shadoe drives a series of
elbows to the side of Outlaw's head causing him to release the
waistlock. Rage rushes to the far side ropes rebounding off of them
and drives the back of Outlaw's head into the mat with a Left-handed
Bulldog Lariat. Rage quickly springs back to his feet and rushes to
the nearside ropes and leaps onto the middle rope ...]

CL: ASAI MOONSAULT!

PW: Shadoe is looking in complete control here tonight and it
shouldn't shock any of you Rage Haters!

[Instead of going to for the cover Rage grabs the throat of Outlaw
with both hands and just begins to choke the life out of him.]

PW: I told you people are sick of THE Outlaw's cursing!

ONE ....




TWO ...


CL: Jim Pearson with the count and I'm not sure that Rage is even
paying attention as he just seems to be enjoying this!


THREE ...




FOUR ...


[Shadoe releases the choke hold and floats over for a cover.]




ONE ...




TWO ...




THRE -




[FACE POP!]

CL: And once again Outlaw kicks out!

PW: Why won't he stay down!?!

[Rage slaps the mat in frustration and pushes himself to his feet. He
glares down at Outlaw and once again drives the point of his knee into
the chest of Outlaw. He pulls Outlaw up by his left arm and quickly
pulls him forward and attempts a Short Arm Clothesline but Outlaw
ducks spinning behind Rage and locking on a waistlock. In a fluid
motion he powers Rage over sending him crashing to the mat.]

CL: German Suplex! Well executed by Outlaw and it looks like he is
getting back to his feet.

PW: And Rage is sliding to the outside looking for a breather. Smart
move on his pat not letting Outlaw gain an momentum.

CL: What's Outlaw doing?

PW: Darn I forgot to use THE!

[Outlaw rushes to the far side rope rebounding hard off them as he
approaches the ropes where Rage is on the outside, head lowered he
slides ...]

CL: RAGE SIDESTEPS THE BASEBALL SLIDE!

PW: And tries to take the head off of THE Outlaw's shoulders with a
clothesline ...

CL: But Outlaw with great awareness as he ducks and catches Rage with
a quick kick to the gut ...

PW: DDT!

CL: Outlaw quickly sliding into the ring as Rage is counting the
lights of the arena on the outside!

[Outlaw quickly ascends to the top rope, as he reaches the top rope he
turns and faces towards the center of the ring.]

PW: What is the "special" Outlaw doing now?

[Outlaw leaps ...]

CL: SKYTWISTER MOONSAULT !!!

PW: AND HE MISSES! SHADOE JUST ROLLED OUT OF THE WAY! It looks like a
train wreck on the outside as Outlaw rolls around in pain and Shadoe
is just slowly getting to his feet.

CL: Outlaw took a huge risk and it did not pay off ..

PW: You don't say Chip. THE Outlaw was looking for the fairway and
found nothing but the high rough.

[Shadoe rolls into the ring and shakes his head to the side a few
times before using the ring ropes to stand back to his feet. As Shadoe
reaches his feet Outlaw slowly gets to his knees and begins to reach
for the ring apron, pulling himself up.]

CL: There's still fight left in Outlaw as he makes his way slowly to
his feet.

[Rage reaches over the top rope and begins to drag Outlaw up onto the
apron. Rage locks on a front chancery and places Outlaw's right arm
over his own neck and lifts him into the air with a Vertical Suplex.
Outlaw crashes back first onto the center of the ring.]

CL: Outlaw brought back into the ring the hard way!

PW: And you say Rage has no compassion.

[Shadoe Rage makes his way to the turnbuckles and ascends to the top
rope. He begins to motion for Outlaw to stand ...]

PW: DEATH FROM ABOVE! What a beautiful Double Axe Handle that sends
THE Outlaw crashing to the mat once again. And Shadoe is looking for
the win!




ONE ...




TWO ...




THREE ???




[FACE POP! Jim Pearson thrusts two fingers into the air!]

CL: AND OUTLAW JUST KICKS OUT!

PW: I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! Somehow that crazy bas ...

CL: Preston! Outlaw just inches that right shoulder up and this match
continues as Shadoe Rage just stares Jim Pearson.

[A frustrated Shadoe Rage slams his hands to the mat and pulls Outlaw
to his feet. Rage whips Outlaw with authority into the corner; Outlaw
stumbles out a few steps and Rage seizes Outlaw in a head-and-shoulder
hold as in a standing side slam, and takes hold of the Outlaw's near
leg's upper thigh with his free arm, and then falls backwards and
throws him overhead down to the mat on their shoulders and upper back,
in the same motion as a belly to belly.]

PW: EXPLODER SUPLEX!

CL: GOOD LORD! Rage just folded Outlaw like an accordian with that
move!

PW: I wonder though could that have knocked some sense into THE
Outlaw?

CL: Why isn't Shadoe going for the pin?

PW: Cause he's out to make a point to Urban Legend! This is what's
going to happen to them at End Games. Right now Chip we are looking at
one hal of the future tag team champions of the PVW!

[Rage pulls Outlaw to his feet and positions him for a piledriver or
powerbomb.]

CL: Rage looking for the Powerbomb as he pulls Outlaw high into the
air!

[At the apex of the Powerbomb Outlaw is able to shift his weight so
that he comes free from Rage's grasp and grabs him by the head ...]

CL: FACEPLANT! Outlaw likes to call that reversal You can't powerbomb
Outlaw!

PW: Did he name that move? I mean it feels like it is missing a
[bleep] in it.

CL: Some how Outlaw is still able to roll Shadoe over!




ONE ...




TWO ...




THREE ???




PW: RAGE WITH THE SHOUDLER UP! Shadoe Rage isn't done yet!

CL: Both men are slowly getting to their feet and Rage fires off a
left and another left! But Outlaw retailiates with a strong right hand
that staggers Rage ...

PW: And another right by Outlaw! Rage firest another left but this is
not a smart idea, street fighting is not Rage's strong suit.

[Rage connects with a knee to the gut and uses the split second
advantage to whip Outlaw to the far side ropes; Outlaw grabs the top
rope stopping his rebound as Shadoe leaps for a Dropkick.]

CL: No one to Dropkick as Outlaw held onto the tope rope!

[Outlaw quickly grabs Shadoe Rage and places him in a wristlock ...]

CL: [Bleep] Dropper!

PW: Chip!

CL: That's the Outlaw's version of the Rocker Dropper and he just
drove Shadoe Rage face first into the mat!

[Outlaw thrust his hands into the air and the crowd erupts for the
wildman from Canada. Outlaw makes his way towards the top turnbuckle
once again; yet Shadoe quickly gets to his feet and charges the
turnbuckle causing Outlaw to fall and crotch himself on the top rope.
The crowd lets out a sympathy moan for Outlaw as Rage begins to climb
the turnbuckles. Rage grabs Outlaw ...]

PW: Rage looking for the Superplex!

CL: NOT GOING TO HAPPEN! Outlaw shoves Rage off of the turnbuckles ...

PW: But Rage lands on his and rushes towards Outlaw again and drives a
right into the jaw of Outlaw. Rage staggered Outlaw there and he grabs
him sitting him on the top rope.

[Rage connects with another right hand and presses Outlaw off of the
top rope, crashing to the mat in a thud. Rage stands behind Outlaw
waiting for him to get to his feet. As Outlaw stands Rage grabs Outlaw
and lifts him upon his shoulders ...]

PW: Rage could be looking for an Electric Chair Drop here!

CL: Outlaw with a right hand and a second right ...

PW: Just fall back Shadoe, just fall back!

[Outlaw rolls forward and as Rage flips over, he hooks Rage's
shoulders with their legs, flipping Rage over onto their shoulders.
Outlaw hooks both of the Rage's legs holding them in place for the
pin.]




ONE ...




TWO ...




THREE !!!






PW: ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?

CL: OUTLAW WITH THE VICTORY ROLL! And Outlaw picks up the win!

[Shadoe Rage is quickly to his arguing with Jim Pearson that it was a
fast count. Jim just shakes his head telling Rage it was a fair count.
Rage turns and looks at Outlaw who is standing in the center of the
ring with his hands held high in the air. As Outlaw turns Shadoe Rage
fires off a Superkick catching Outlaw just under his jaw.]

PW: THE DIRGE! THE DIRGE!

CL: Shadoe Rage is visibly upset as he has mounted Outlaw and is just
raining those rights and lefts into his head!

[FACE POP! The big man Semi begins to rush to the ring as Shadoe
continues to rain punches into the skull of Outlaw. Shadoe pulls
Outlaw to his feet and locks on a Front Facelock.]

PW: I think Shadoe is looking for that Implant DDT of his!

[Shadoe releases the Front Facelock and slides out from the ring
pointing towards Semi.]

CL: Semi hits that the ring in a nick of time!

[Shadoe backs up the entrance way pointing at Semi and laughing as
Outlaw slowly gets back to his feet. As Shadoe reaches the top of the
entrance way his brother Derek comes out and stands by his side.
Shadoe can be seen mouthing End Games!]

CL: End Games is where it will end for those two teams ...

PW: Chip, you know at End Games the Urban Legend will finally end!

CL: Looks like The Prophets are set and ready to finish their feud
with Urban Legend.  Shadoe Rage had Outlaw on the ropes, but Outlaw
was able to swing forward and pick up a victory.

PW: Outlaw was playing dress up and came to the ring a little beaten
up... When The Rage brothers are done with Urban Legend they can come
finish Outlaw off.  That will be doing me a _huge_ favor.

CL: We know your disdain for Outlaw, Preston.

['Through the Fire and Flames' by DragonForce plays over the
speakers.]

CL: I guess we'll find out what The Paladin is so happy about.

PW:  I need a beer.  Or maybe a bathroom break.   Or both.  I'll be
back on Tuesday.

[Hartt makes his way out, dressed in black pants, suit coat and blue
dress shirt, carrying his Heritage Title over his shoulder and the
piece of paper from earlier in his other hand.  He climbs into the
ring and takes a microphone.]

Hartt:  How y'all doing, Phoenix?

[Wild cheers from the crowd.]

PW: Cheap pop!

CL:  And they love him for it.

Hartt:  Today is a good day, but on June 30th, everything's about to
get a whole lot better.  I have here, in my hand, the signed assurance
from our dear president that at Endgame, there will be a match between
myself and RJ Souza.

[Cheers from the crowd.]

But not just that!  This match will be special.  It will be the final
meeting RJ and I will have over these recent issues.  Souza though it
was funny to try and make me submit to the Avenger, last match, so I
thought we should see how funny that joke can get.

At Endgame, in our match, there will be no weapons allowed.  Paul
Sandler will be banned from ringside.  [More wild cheers over that
news.]  Aaaaand .... there won't even be any pinfalls!

CL:  What?  How does that work?

Hartt:  This match will test the bounds of both of our abilities.  RJ
Souza's not gonna have any chance to brute his way through this one.
We're set to have ourselves a good ol' fashioned Ultimate Submission
match!

[Wild cheers from the excited crowd.]

Hartt: 30 minute time limit, the most gained submissions in that time
will take home not only this prestigious title, but the knowledge that
they were just that much better than the other.  This is my game,
Souza.  This time, you play by my rules!

[Souza makes his entrance and stands at the top of the entrance ramp,
heated and angry over the announcement.]

Souza: Who the HELL do you think you are Hartt?? Didn't like
Mini-Chris?? Got a bit jealous because I locked you into your own
submission?? Maybe because I got The premiere sports promoter in the
business in my corner....who will be at ringside. I'm not a submission
wrester, Hartt...but as the saying goes...anything you can do, I will
do better.

Hartt:  RJ!  RJ, I know you're hot.  You're super-pissed!  I
would be too, in your position. You've got a real challenge ahead of
you.  I don't envy the work you'll have to do, learning holds and how
to fight without a bat in your hands.  But I have faith that you'll do
fine.

Souza: You know, Chris, I never needed a weapon to destroy you. I
never needed to use half the holds in my arsenal. All I need is to
show up. In fact, I am very happy the Paladin got his way. I never
wanted your title. But I will walk away knowing you cried out in pain.
You have some rude awakenings coming up.

Hartt:  You wanna be so sure about that, you'll have to get into the
ring and prove it, chump!

[Souza tries to move toward the ring, but Sandler stops him. Paul
makes a gesture to him that calms the Man in Black.]

Hartt:  Yeah, now's not the time, Souza. Soon enough, you'll have to
do things my way!  You really wanna show me up?  Let's see you do it
under my restrictions for once!  AND for the last time!

[Hartt drops the mic and mounts the turnbuckle, title held high to the
cheering crowd.  Souza's angry expression sours a little more, before
he makes his way backstage with Sandler. As Hartt drops off the
turnbuckle....an object drops from the ceiling into the middle of the
ring, missing the Champ. It's one of RJ's baseball bats. Hartt grabs
the bat and swings it overhand against the turnbuckle, smashing it
into pieces.  Hartt still holds the handle, but throws it in
frustration toward the departed duo.]

CL: WOW!! Chris Hartt and RJ Souza has came to this!!! An Ultimate
Submissions match..  The best man will walk out The Rising Phoenix
Heritage Champion!

PW: Finally RJ Souza will finish this once and for all.

CL: Folks we still have the Rob Cole and Spectre show down and the
Caleb Foley and Brian Young main event... However coming up next the
most hated wrestler inside the PVW, OmniFly has his chance to take on
a former rival ... Stalker.

PW: Why is all the Urban Legend members crazy.  What do they drink
back there?

HD: Introducing first standing at six foot one and weighing in at two
hundred and fifteen pounds...  From Florence, South Carolina ...


Here Is ...


*MASSIVE HEEL HEAT!*


OMNIFLY !!!!


["Omni" appears on the screen without music or any other fanfare. The
OmniFly emerges from the back wearing his white boxer's robe. Omni
slides under the bottom rope and rotates his shoulder, stretching it
out. Noticeably odd is the small sack that Omni has brought out to the
ring with him. Omni lays the sack outside the ring and prepares for
the bell.]

CL: Perhaps the most hated man in the 52nd Street Armory right here.

PW: I don't know I sort of like him.

CL: You might be the _only_ one.

HD: His opponent...  Standing at five foot eleven and weighing in at
two hundred and thirty pounds....  From San Diego, California ....


Here Is ...


One Half of Urban Legend ....


STALKER !!!


[An almost morbid classical piece fades in over the loudspeaker,
reaching a short climax... and is abruptly cut off by a screeching
guitar riff as FM Revolver's "Black Dove" blasts over the P.A. system.

A slightly red-tinged light provides ambiance to the entranceway as
two figures step out, causing a large pop to ripple through the crowd.
The two men immediately make their way to the ring, the much larger of
the two pausing occasionally to slap hands with the fans.

The towering Semi wears makes long, easy steps towards the ring,
wearing clean black jeans, a matching black tank covered by a tabard-
cut PVW shirt.  He manages to cast a grin every so often, pointing at
various signs in appreciation.

On the other side, the Stalker stares intently towards the ring
through his Tears of Blood mask, a look of angry determination
visible.  A tabard-cut Victory Lane T-shirt drapes over his chest, and
black tights and boots both bear the UL logo.

As the two roll into the ring, Semi raises both fists in the air,
greeting the crowd.   Stalker immediately mounts the second rope,
staring out towards the crowd for a moment, then drops his feet to the
mat, waiting.]

CL: Urban Legend has been a force inside the PVW since their arrival.
The two are headed straight for End Game to settle a months long
series of battles with Prophets of Rage.  However tonight it's
personal...

PW: OmniFly is above this.




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	One on One, 20 Minute Time Limit:
	OmniFly
	v. Stalker

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CL: STALKER IS WASTING NO TIME IN UNLOADING ON OMNIFLY!

[The crowd is going wild as Stalker is pounding away at OmniFly with
stiff lefts and rights to the face of OmmiFly.  Stalker eventually
backs OmniFly up to the corner and immediately continues the onslaught
while OmniFly tries his best to block and cover up...]

PW: Do something referee!  He's damaging OmniFly's perfect face!

CL: I know you just didn't say that...please lord almighty...TELL me
you didn't say that!

[Stalker, though, is not even thinking about letting up on the
onslaught as he continues to pound away at OmniFly.  Finally, when he
has OmniFly rocking...Stalker looks out at the crowd and pumps his
fist back before striking OmniFly.  Suddenly, though, OmniFly puts up
a "time-out" signal but Stalker just laughs in his face...]

CL: There's no time-out in this match OmniFly!!!

[As Stalker revs back with his next shot, OmniFly shows that it has
been a set-up all along and blocks the oncoming shot.  OmniFly fires
back with a shot of his own but Stalker blocks that!  With the crowd
jumping, Stalker decks OmniFly right in the face and a mixture of
impact and over-dramatization sends OmniFly flying over the top rope
and onto the floor!!!]

PW: Damn!  This is a wrestling match...not a boxing match!

[Stalker is quick to go through the ropes and follow up the assault on
OmniFly. OmniFly, though, is on his feet and trying his hardest to get
away from Stalker. As the chase occurs on the outside, Stalker comes
up from behind OmniFly and immediately drives his head into the steel
guard-rail which sends the crowd through the roof.  Stalker pulls
OmniFly's hair and attempts another but...]

CL: OH!  OmniFly caught Stalker with an elbow to the gut!

[OmniFly drives an elbow into Stalker gut and, as Stalker doubles
over, OmniFly takes him and drills his face right into the steel guard
rail. Wasting no time, OmniFly grabs Stalker and rolls him back into
the ring as the crowd executes a complete 180 in their reaction...]

PW: Now it's going to get good...OmniFly is in charge and Stalker is
about to be sent home!

CL: Would you look at this!  OmniFly is dusting himself off...can you
get anymore arrogant?

PW: I...

CL: Don't answer that!

[As OmniFly dusts himself off after the blows Stalker gave him, he
goes over to his former friend and brings him to his feet.  Without
any warning, OmniFly nearly slices Stalker's chest open with a vicious
knife edge chop before backing him up against the ropes and sending
him to the other side. On the comeback, OmniFly drives an elbow into
Stalker's midsection and, with Stalker doubled over, OmniFly grabs him
and drives him face-first into his knee...]

PW: Not only is OmniFly going to send Stalker packing...he's also
going to send him to the damn dentist!

[Wasting no time, OmniFly quickly picks Stalker up and slams right
back down to the mat with a regular bodyslam.  With Stalker down,
OmniFly backs up against the ropes, takes a running start, and drives
a pointed elbow right into Stalker's midsection...]

CL: OmniFly has taken control of this match back from Stalker and the
crowd doesn't like it one bit!

[With the crowd booing like mad, OmniFly picks Stalker up and stings
him with another knife edge chop!  However, it doesn't even phase
Stalker as he fires back at OmniFly with a chop of his own!  OmniFly
returns the favor with one more chop but, after that, Stalker grabs
him and throws him into the ropes. On the comeback, Stalker sends him
high into the air with a huge backbody drop!  OmniFly, though, is
quick to his feet but, when he does get up, Stalker catches him with a
beautiful standing dropkick.  The impact backs OmniFly up into the
ropes and, as a result, Stalker sends him to the opposite side again.
On this comeback, Stalker plants him with a kick to the midsection
before grabbing him and...]

CL: It looks like Stalker might spike him with a cradle DDT....NO!  OH
MY! Stalker just turned it into a cradle neckbreaker!!!!!!

[Stalker sends him to the mat with an impressive cradle neckbreaker
that sends the crowd into an uproar.  OmniFly, though, still gets to
his feet and, as a result of his trouble, Stalker grabs him by the
waist and sends him flying across the ring with a HUGE belly to belly
release suplex!]

PW: I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!  DO SOMETHING OMNIFLY!

[OmniFly is down on the mat for good and he is right by the turnbuckle
corner.  As a result, Stalker goes through the ropes and climbs to the
top rope of the corner where OmniFly is close to.  Before the crowd
can take any type of pictures, Stalker flies off the top and drills
OmniFly in the midsection with a beautiful knee drop!  As soon as
Stalker gets up, he goes over to OmniFly and makes the cover...




ONE ...




TWO ...




OmniFly kicks out at two and a half but Stalker is quick to continue
his onslaught.  He quickly brings OmniFly to his feet and whips him
into another turnbuckle corner.  As soon as the impact brings OmniFly
out of that corner, Stalker rushes in and nearly takes OmniFly's head
off with a vicious lariat!]

CL: Stalker might be able to put OmniFly away here in a moment!

PW: Not bloody likely!

[Still in control, Stalker picks OmniFly up and drives a stiff forearm
to his face. To follow up, Stalker punts him in the midsection and
places OmniFly's head between his legs.  Stalker looks to be
attempting a piledriver but, all of a sudden, OmniFly gets a burst of
strength and sends Stalker to the mat with a back bodydrop!]

PW: SEE!  OmniFly was just waiting for the right time to come back!

[Stalker, though, is quick to his feet and approaches the still dazed
OmniFly.  However, OmniFly goes for the great equalizer and pokes
Stalker right in the eye.  The move stops Stalker dead in his tracks
and allows OmniFly to bounce off the ropes and drill Stalker in the
leg with a beautiful dropkick!]

CL: GOOD LORD!  Stalker hit the mat like a ton of bricks after that
dropkick to the leg by OmniFly!

[OmniFly doesn't give Stalker any time to endure the pain as he
quickly picks Stalker up and sends him straight back down to the mat
with a textbook gut-wrench suplex.  With Stalker down, OmniFly goes
between the ropes and looks out at the crowd with a smug little grin.
As he finishes that, he pulls up on the ropes, climbs to the middle
portion of the top rope, executes a perfect somersault, and comes
crashing down across Stalker's throat with a breathtaking springboard
somersault leg-drop!]

CL: A beautiful aerial move by OmniFly hits Stalker straight in his
throat!

PW: I'd like to see old Stalker boy try and pull that off!

[OmniFly, still in control, places Stalker on his feet and slaps him
square in the face.  This explodes a bomb in Stalker's mind and, as he
is about to return the favor, OmniFly blocks the oncoming punch, hooks
Stalker up, and sends him flying to the mat with a vicious head and
arms suplex...]

PW: HAH!  Stalker fell right into OmniFly's plan on that one!

[OmniFly is now kicking away at Stalker' midsection and even the leg
he took out with the dropkick.  As OmniFly breaks away from this
assault, he brings Stalker up to his feet and clocks him with another
forearm shot to the face. Stalker is stunned once again by the shot
and, as a result, OmniFly grabs him by the hair and sends him flying
over the top rope and onto the floor!]

CL: And here we go again onto the floor!

[OmniFly waits for Stalker to show the first sign of getting to his
feet. When he does, OmniFly starts to bounce off the ropes and, when
he comes to the section that Stalker is near...]

PW: SUICIDE DIVE BY OMNIFLY!

CL: NO!  STALKER SAW IT COMING AND DUCKED OUT OF THE WAY!!!

[OmniFly flies through the ropes with the suicide dive but Stalker
ducks out of the way!  OmniFly ends up cracking his skull across the
steel guard rail and falls straight down to the concrete while Stalker
takes a quick breather...]

CL: That was a vicious shot OmniFly took!

[Stalker quickly brings OmniFly to his feet and sends him flying into
the steel ring post...garnishing more and more cheers from the crowd.
As OmniFly stumbles around, Stalker grabs him and sends him straight
to the concrete with a textbook vertical suplex...]

CL: OmniFly is in la-la land right now while Stalker is on cloud nine
as a result!

[With the crowd cheering and the match in his control, Stalker cracks
a smile on his face as he picks OmniFly up and drills him with a knife
edge chop. As OmniFly clutches his chest in pain, Stalker grabs him by
his hair and sends him crashing over the announce table!]

CL: Good lord!  They're coming over here by us now!

PW: OMNIFLY...CAN YOU HERE ME...YOU ARE BETTER THAN THIS AND YOU ARE
BETTER THAN HIM!

[As Preston yells encouragement at OmniFly, Stalker goes over to the
timekeeper's table and grabs an empty steel chair which prompts the
crowd to go absolutely insane.  The referre is now telling Stalker if
he uses the chair he will be disqualified and will lose the match.
Stalker is quick to pick OmniFly up and toss him back into the
ring...along with the steel chair.]

CL: Stalker is just having fun with OmniFly at this point...I can't
blame him though...I'd be enjoying this myself!

[Now back in the ring, Stalker drives a stiff boot into OmniFly's back
before picking him up.  With OmniFly in his control and the chair
placed in the ring, Stalker places OmniFly between his legs and...]

CL: OH MY LORD!  STALKER JUST SPIKED OmniFly WITH A CRADLE PILEDRIVER
RIGHT ON THE STEEL CHAIR!!!!

PW: WHERE IS THE REFERRE? THAT IS GROUNDS FOR AN IMMEDIATE
DISQUALIFICATION!!!

[You see Semi on the outside of the ring conversing with the referre
and then Semi stops talking to the referre right after the damage was
done when Stalker SPIKES and I mean SPIKES OmniFly with a vicious
cradle piledriver on the steel chair as the crowd errupts!  OmniFly is
basically out cold at this point while Stalker covers him for the
win...]

PW: The crowd is cheering it!?!?!

CL: Urban Legend is known for bending the rules, but the fans have
always cheered them on...  It doesn't help that OmniFly is so easy to
hate!




ONE ...




TWO ...




THREE !!!




CL: HE GOT HIM!

PW: NO!  NO HE DIDN'T!  THE REFERRE IS SAYING THAT OMNIFLY KICKED OUT!

[The crowd gasps as the referee is stating that OmniFly stuck his foot
on the bottom rope at the last possible moment in the count.  Stalker
looks a bit ticked off as a result but, he decides to take the anger
out on OmniFly.  He quickly brings OmniFly to his feet and drives a
stiff forearm shot across OmniFly's face. With OmniFly stunned,
Stalker tosses him into the turnbuckle corner. Wasting no time,
Stalker comes charging at OmniFly...]

CL: HERE COME STALKER!!!!

PW: NO!!!!  OMNIFLY GOT THE BOOT UP AND PLANTED IT RIGHT IN STALKER'S
FACE!!!

[Stalker charges in at OmniFly but OmniFly gets his foot up and plants
a big boot right into Stalker face.  As Stalker is dazzed, OmniFly
comes in, grabs Stalker, spins him around, and takes him down with a
belly to belly suplex...]

PW: And now OmniFly is pissed as hell!

[OmniFly quickly scrapes Stalker up and puts him on his knees.  He has
Stalker by the hair and, in a disgusting display, drives his elbow
straight down on Stalker' nose...]

CL: GOOD GOD!  THAT WAS SICK!

[Stalker immediately grabs a hold of his nose and we start to see the
blood dripping down from his face.  OmniFly, though, picks him up and
places him on his feet.  With Stalker up, OmniFly whips his now
bloodied opponent into the ropes.  On the comeback, OmniFly drives a
stiff elbow into Stalker's face and then, in a lightning quick like
manuever, sends Stalker crashing to the mat with a vicious Dragon
Screw Leg-Whip...]

CL: And there goes OmniFly back on Stalker's leg!

[Stalker once again clutches his still tender leg as the Dragon-Screw
takes control. OmniFly, though, immediately places him on his feet,
goes behind, puts him in posistion for a belly to back suplex but,
instead, drops Stalker's injured leg over his knee in a kneebreaker!]

PW: Ah this is perfect...the S.O.B. in OmniFly is back out and Stalker
is paying dearly for it!

[As Stalker continues to clutch his leg, OmniFly pulls him up off the
mat, places him in a front facelock, and in a real vicious manuever,
spikes him down with a brainbuster!  From there, OmniFly looks out at
the crowd for a minute before covering Stalker...]




ONE ...




TWO ...




[Stalker, though, kicks out and the crowd errupts!  OmniFly, though,
takes exception to this and immediately kicks Stalker in his injured
leg before picking him up and slapping him right across the chest with
another knife edge chop.  With Stalker stunned, OmniFly places him
between his legs and..]

CL: Powerbomb attempt by OmniFly...NO!  Stalker COUNTERS WITH A
HURRACANRANA!  HE HOOKS THE LEGS AND THERE'S THE PIN!




ONE ...




TWO ...




[OmniFly kicks out and immediately gets to his feet.  However, when he
does, Stalker uses his good leg and executes a weak standing side kick
that decks OmniFly right in the mouth.  Stalker takes a quick breather
before coming in and rolling OmniFly up with a small package...]




ONE ...




TWO ...




CL: OmniFly kicks out but Stalker is doing his best to wear his
opponent down while trying to get a quick breather in.

[Stalker, with the blood pouring and the leg aching, gets to his feet
and ducks an oncoming clothesline attempt by OmniFly.  As a result,
Stalker drops OmniFly down to the mat with a huge neckbreaker but both
men stay down once they hit the canvas...]

CL: Stalker with the neckbreaker but both he and OmniFly are down on
the mat!

[The referre isn't even bothering with the count as he knows not to
screw this important match up with a no-contest.  OmniFly starts to
pull himself up as does Stalker and, when OmniFly gets up, Stalker
comes in with an attempted hip-toss.  OmniFly blocks the hold and, in
a counter-manuever, attempts a face first Russian Leg-Sweep.  Stalker,
though, blocks this hold and, in a sign of true desperation, headbutts
OmniFly!]

PW: Damn!  I didn't even think Stalker had it in him to do that!

CL: I didn't either but it apparently did the trick because it cleaned
OmniFly's clock!

[OmniFly stumbles around a bit after the headbutt and it allows
Stalker to regain some of his composure. With OmniFly still a little
confused, Stalker looks out at the crowd before picking him up and
placing him in posistion for a fireman's carry...]

CL: This could his be a fireman's buster!

PW: HAH!  LOOK AT THAT!

CL: OH DEAR GOD!  Stalker's leg just buckled under OmniFly's weight!

[The crowd is horrified as Stalker falls to the mat with OmniFly still
in his grasp as his leg buckles due to the abuse it has sustained in
the match. Both men are down on the mat for a second before OmniFly
gets up and sees Stalker clutching his leg...]

PW: Go for the kill OmniFly!

[OmniFly goes walking towards Stalker as he is cluthing the knee and
Stalker rolls him up in a small package.




ONE ...




TWO ...




... Kickout by OmniFly who has now gotten up and he is arguing with
the referre. Meanwhile Stalker is back on his feet and comes charging
towards OmniFly who has side stepped the attack from Stalker and
Stalker almost decks the referre but puts on the emergency brakes.
Stalkers turns around and ducks a Spinwheel Kick from OmniFly which
connect to the referre. OmniFly gets back on his feet and Stalker
kicks him in the gut and ...]

PW: Was that just a verizon of an EAGLE CLAW?!?!

CL: Stalker has just hit OmniFly with his old finisher and the referre
is down on the mat.

[Stalker doesn't see to notice that the referre is down and has now
locked in a Texas Cloverleaf and OmniFly is screaming in agony and is
tapping the mat.]

CL: Stalker has done it. STalker has beaten his arch nemesis OmniFly
with his own moves here tonight.

PW: Uh I hate to be the bearer of bad newes but the referre is out
cold.

[As soon as Preston utters those words Stalker has released the hold
and is now checking on the referre. The referre is starting to come to
as Stalker has helped him up to his feet. Stalker is asking the
referre if he is okay and the referre is saying he is but still has
the far away look in his face. The referre is still shaking the
cobwebs out as OmniFly is sneaking his ways behind Stalker and low
blows Stalker...]

CL: OMNIFLY JUST BLATANTLY LOW BLOWED STALKER...

PW: AND THE REFERRE WAS TOO BUSY COVERING HIS FACE AND DIDN'T NOTICE
IT. BRILLIANT MOVE BY OMNIFLY. WHO BY THE WAY HAS NOW LOCKED IN THE
OMNIMISSION...

[The OmniMission is locked in and Stalker is in the middle of the ring
and has no where to go. OmniFly is refusing to let go of the
submission and the referre has called for the bell as it seems Stalker
is out cold...]

CL: I can't believe this!! Stalker had his former rivall all, but
defeated in numerous occasions!

PW: Not in the end!!!

[OmniFly isn't letting go, but Semi is right there!!!!!]

CL: Semi rolls in drops a big boot on the side of OmniFly breaking up
the submisson...

PW: That party pooper...

[OmniFly has made his way to the corner and he is emptying out the bag
he brought to the ring with him.  OUt from the bag comes a thousand or
so razor blades and the are now all over the mat in the center of the
ring.]

CL: What in BLUE hell!

[Semi turns around and he is pointing down....  WHITE POWDER OF DUST
IN SEMI'S FACE ...]

CL: OmniFly just tossed powder in Semi's eyes... The big man is
blinded!

PW: Hell yeah!

[OmniFly leaps into a dropkick, and dropkicks him right over the top
ropes as he is holding his eyes... OmniFly has finally picked up
Stalker and is walking to the razor he has placed in the center of the
ring. OmniFly is yelling something at Stalker..]

OMNIFLY: "WHERE IS HE? STALKER, WHERE IS HE?"

CL: This doesn't look good for Stalker here?

PW: Actually this might just improve Stalker's looks...

[... All of a sudden the crowd begins to erupt as a man hopes the
guard rail with a mask on.]

CL: I'm confused... Isn't that Victory Lane?

PW: It sure looks like his wrestling attire...

CL: I thought Victory Lane was Geddings a few years back in a small
federation out of New Orleans?

PW: I believe the whole whole knows who was under the mask. No need to
recall that Chip...

CL: Wait isn't there a madman running around here attacking all his
opponents at End Games. Could that be...

PW: IT IS OUTLAW... It _HAS_ to be!

[Victory Lane or Outlaw whoever you want to say it is is now in the
ring and is standing face to face with OmniFly. OmniFly drops Stalker
and Outlaw I mean Victory Lane is now exchanging lefts and rights with
OmniFly...left by OmniFly...right by OutLane...right by OmniFly...left
by OutLane...Outlaw looks kind of tired and OmniFly capitalize on it
and throws Outlaw shoulder first into the ringpost and then slides out
of the ring as Semi has made his way into the ring wiping away at his
eyes....]

CL: That was close.. OmniFly looked to finish off his former rival,
but Urban Legend stand as one!

PW: Who knows if Outlaw was out was here saving his partner _or_ it
was just coincidence... I mean would he put on the Victory Lane gear
to run out and "save" Stalker?

CL: That is a good point.  Urban Legend heading back up the aisle
now...

PW: I hope this is the last incarnation of Outlaw we will see the rest
of the night...  Tonight there has been WAY too much Outlaw.

CL: He has been all over the place playing dress up.

HD: Introducing first...  From The Bunker... Standing at Six foot
three and weighing in at two hundred and sixty five pounds....


Here is ...




The Mercenary !!!!




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

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

CL: THe Mercenary shocked Phoenix when he arrived at Rise From the
Ashes and pin pointed William Craven.  We now have seen the grand plan
revealed as Rick Marley was behind his entrance.

PW: Pure genius I may add.

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

[“Breaking the Law” by Judas Priest plays, and with no lighting
effects, no fanfare, just the words "Livestock and the Gutch" on the
PVW video screen, a pair of big men in business suits carrying
briefcases emerge from the entrance portal, the more fit of the two
with an amazon on his arm.]

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

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

[The Gutch stops just outside the portal and begins doing what can
only be called a "Stupid white man dance".  He calls it "The Gootch
Bartilootch." Livestock just looks the other way, pretending that he
doesn't have an idiot for a partner.]

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

#Breaking the law, breaking the law!#

HD: Accompanied to the ring by Broderick Ezekiel Craven, and Cindy
“Bar Bitch” Hewitt...

[Herk Douglas looks up at the entrance portal, then checks his notes
again.  As this goes on, Livestock and the Gutch begin walking down
the aisle.]

#Breaking the law, breaking the law!#

#Breaking the law, breaking the law!#

[Still walking.]

#Breaking the law, breaking the law!#

HD: They--

[Tapping the microphone, Herk is confused, considerably.  Zeke is
quick to explain as he passes his team down the entrance aisle.]

Zeke: That's about enough out of you, my demigod-named barely
tolerated acquaintance...

[Hopping into the ring, Zeke makes a cut-throat motion across his
neckbrace, and looks to camera.  The music ends as Livestock and the
Gutch stand before the ring, Cindy Hewitt clinging to both men's
arms.]

Zeke: You know as well as I that this is a singles match, and so one
of these guys will be coming with me ... to get some beers in the
back.

[On the outside, Gutch shouts “WHOO!” and claps his hands for beer.]

Zeke: Bear with us, Mr. Mercenary.  I know we still have business this
evening, but this will have to come first.

CL: Business?  What business?  I assumed Zeke met with Mercenary to
get the match canceled.

PW: See what happens when you assume, Chip?  You make an ass out of
yourself aaand I forget the rest.

CL: And me.

PW: You and you?  Sure, you're a double-ass.  I'll buy that.

Zeke: Now, both my boys are strong, and tall, but only one of them has
a match at End Game.  Livestock, take that damned shirt off and get in
this ring!

[Looking around, confused, Livestock begins unbuttoning his jacket,
only to have it ripped roughly off by Cindy “Bar Bitch” Hewitt.  The
ladies in the audience shout, gleefully.  Livestock makes a move to
enter the ring.]

Zeke: Ah-ah!  Shirt, not just jacket.  C'mon, kid.  Don't make me beg.

[Oddly gay statement there.  Before the bemused Livestock can do a
thing, his shirt is ripped roughly from his body, actually tearing and
throwing buttons like crazy.  Hewitt grabs him by the hair, kissing
him hard, ruffling his well-gelled locks, then starts SLAPPING THE
CRAP OUT OF HIM!]

PW: Wow, now that's a woman!

CL: What is the meaning of this?  Why is Hewitt--

[In a sudden rage, Livestock grabs Hewitt by the wrists, and growls.
Puffing at the chest, he looks ready to do the lady harm.]

PW: Oh, now, don't beat her up ... not without a riding crop.

Zeke: Livestock!  Get your ass in here!

[As Hewitt steps aside, the camera focuses on Livestock's frame, which
is cut in a way that one wouldn't expect from a lawyer.  Livestock has
veins, striations, a six pack, muscle under that leading into his
slacks (causing further excitement from the ladies), and a very
extreme-looking V-shape to his upper body.  In short: he is built like
a brick *BLEEP*house.]

PW: There he goes.

CL: Livestock facing the Mercenary.  Livestock honestly cutting much
more of a mean shape than I expected.  Bleeding somewhat from one
cheek.  That Hewitt is a real hellcat.

PW: Kitty can scratch, oh yes.  I got an itch for kitty to scratch.

CL: Preston, she'll literally open up your flesh with her nails.

PW: Uh ... it might be worth it?

CL: I swear, I'm partnered with a teenager.

Zeke: Okay, now let's get out of here.  Cindy, do what you want, but
we're gonna head to the back.  C'mon, Gutch.

[Hopping out of the ring, Zeke begins to depart.  Shrugging to his
partner, who scowls at them both as they leave, Gutch follows.
Hewitt, however, moves between them, and points behind Livestock,
screaming.]

BBH: GET HIM NOW!

[Spinning around, Livestock locks eyes with the Mercenary, who looks
unconcerned, and without warning, lights into him.]



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	One on One, 20 Minute Time Limit:
	The Mercenary
	v. Zeke Craven's choice

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CL: Livestock staggers Merc, and he's firing back!

PW: Livestock isn't backing down...

["Sympathy for the Devil" by The Rolling Stones plays over the PA
system...]

PW: What the heck?

CL: You got me...

[The Widowmakers Inc. Captain, "Showtime" Rick Marley emerges from the
back to a chorus of boos.  The dark haired wrestler is wearing dark
long legged trunks with the word "Showtime" stenciled across the butt
and with blue-ish white spotlight streaks up the legs, along with a
black WMI t shirt.  Cindy Hewitt quickly moves away from the aisle way
as Livestock backs away from The Mercenary who is nearly foaming at
the mouth...]

CL: The man responsible for bringing The Mercenary is now at ring
side.

PW: Livestock better hope The Gutch is near.

CL: Heck even Zeke left!

[Referee Duke Martin is telling The Mercenary and Livestock to
wrestle... However Livestock has one eye on Marley and the other on
The Mercenary.]

PW: Livestock isn't an idiot.. He has played the opposite role many
times..

CL: Rick Marley has that Hailburton in hand...

PW: A nasty weapon.




*HEEL POP*




CL: What do we have here!?!?!  Made Men, "Pokerface" Mark Masterson
and Nick "Always" Wright have leaped over the guardrail on the
opposite side!!

PW: The whole gang is near by...

CL: Masterson leaps on one side of the ring apron as Wright leaps on
the otherside across from him... Livestock charges towards Masterson
and starts tossing bombs...  Wright quickly goes into the ring and
Livestock turns just in tome to drop him with a big boot!

PW: Looks like WMI isn't playing around.

CL: Marley slides that Hailburton inside the ring to The Mercenary!!!




"___SSSMMMMAAAAAACCCKKK___"




[Livestock crumbles after a big drilled by The Mercenary.  Referee
Duke Martin quickly calls for the bell.  The big Mercenary stands
towering over Livestock yelling at him about character/gimmick
infringement... , "My Haliburton is the only loaded suitcase that will
be allowed in PVW!!"]

CL: Cindy Hewitt has taken off up the aisle way.

PW: Probably a good idea with Nick Wright around.

[Livestock lays flat on the mat as Marley and The Made men enter the
ring... All at once the crowd comes alive as a shape moves, lightning
quick down the entrance ramp.]

CL: And here comes trouble!

PW: The Green Man cometh!

[Sprinting to ringside, Bill hits a kick that makes a sandwich out of
his bare foot, Mark Masterson's head, and the ring apron.  He goes
down like a ton of bricks, and Bill turns just in time to block a
chairshot from Nick Wright with his foot, driving the chair back into
his face.]

PW: Christ!  Craven just fed him that chair!

CL: Brutal mafia kick, and Wright felt that one!

[Dashing in, Rick Marley catches a kick to the groin, dropping a
second chair, then getting a shin kick to the skull for good measure.]

CL: How does he do it!?

PW: What!?  What the hell!?

[Perhaps thinking the same thing, Brian Young can be seen about
halfway up the entrance ramp.  The crowd cheers when they notice him,
but Brian doesn't seem to notice.]

CL: It looks like Brian Young was coming down to help Bill against
Widow Makers Incorporated, but now he's just watching Bill whale away
at WMI!

[The referee is beside himself, screaming down at Craven, who doesn't
seem to notice as he lays Mark Masterson down HARD with a double
chokelift thunderfire powerbomb!  Face pop!]

CL: THUNDER MELTER ON MARK MASTERSON!  Nick Wright was on the bottom
of that pile!  Neither man is moving an inch!

PW: Where the hell is Rick Marley going!?

[The camera pans over to show Rick Marley hopping the guard rail,
gingerly protecting his gonads from further abuse.  On seeing Bill
turn towards him, he accelerates towards the cheap seats.]

CL: Rick Marley is gone, and now its down to the KO'd Livestock,
Mercenary and Craven mobile at ringside!

PW: Mercenary rolls out and is lighting into Craven!

[Pulling Bill back from the guardrail just as he was about to chase
after Marley, Mercenary nails Craven in the back of the head with a
right hand, then turns him around, rears back, and kicks.]

PW: KICK TO THE 'NADS!

[A collective gasp escapes the crowd, but Bill just hunkers down for
half a second, straightens back up, then SCREAMS!]

PW: What!?  Is he wearing a cup!?

CL: I don't know Preston, but Bill Craven is moving towards The
Mercenary with bad intentions...and here comes Rick Marley from the
crowd again!

PW: Has he got a sledge hammer in his hands?

CL: Marley racing towards the ring from behind the green monster with
that sledge raised for business...AND HERE COMES SECURITY!

PW: Just in time, if you ask me...

CL: Security swarming Masterson and Wright as they try to get back
into the fracas...swarming Merc and Craven...swarming Marley.

PW: I think this is every security official in the building!

CL: That's entirely possible, Putter!  WMI is out for blood, and
William Craven seems happy to oblige him!

PW: Will End Game be able to hold Craven and WMI in the same building?

CL: The Anthem Center is pretty big.

PW: Thankfully.

CL: Security is clearing the ring side area...

PW: I hope PVW is planning on bringing in some extra security for End
Game.

CL: They might want to just _stay_ down here... From what I hear
Mathew Willingham is preparing to come out here and bring out the two
maniac's Rob Cole and The Spectre.

PW: From one mad man to another... This place just isn't safe to work
at anymore.

CL: Sure isn't golf is it.

[Matthew Willingham heads down the aisle, nervously checking his
clipboard as he is flanked by security.  He steps into the ring,
calling for a microphone as security surrounds the ring and the young
executive clears his throat.  He turns to regard the aisle after
making certain the ring are well and truly surrounded.]

MW: Alright... send them out one at a time.

[The arena lights suddenly cut to pitch black without warning.  Over
the PA system, the faint sound of a heartbeat begins after ten seconds
of complete silence.

Thump-thump

Thump-thump

Thump-thump

"Do you fear the Dark?" a gravelly voice asks in a whisper.

A single red spotlight cuts through the blackness, illuminating the
solitary form of The Spectre as "Beautiful People" by Marilyn Manson
cuts in over the PA System.  Spectre, clad in a tattered black
trecncoat, a pair of cutoff jeans, a black t shirt and combat boots
stands with his taped forearms held up at angles away from his pale,
scarred body as the combination of his dark dreadlocks and the red
lighting paints a ghastly picture over the ghoulish wrestler,
especially when the still red and angry wounds from his recent
confrontation with Rob Cole are added to the picture.

As the music picks up, the lights start flashing in time with the
beat, creating almost a stobe-effect as The Spectre makes his way
towards the ring, moving somewhat gingerly, but with an ever so slight
smirk on his features.  Upon reaching the ring, the ghoulish grappler
rolls under the bottom rope and proceeds to the far left corner, where
he bends over, his hands on his knees and his right shoulder pointing
towards the entry way as he awaits his current foe...

and he doesn't have long to wait as the audience erupts into furious
applause as "Rumatahatta" begins to play over the loudspeaker and Rob
Cole emerges from the back.  He gimps his way to ringside, wearing a
black leather jacket and street clothes.  He winces as he climbs the
ring steps and ducks between the ropes, turning a wolfish gaze to his
future opponent.]

MW: Alright... the two of you want to tear each other apart, well
Phoenix Valley Wrestling wants no part of it.  You have yourselves an
unsanctioned match at Endgame, promoted entirely by the network… what
you two do to each other is none of our business.  I want us all to be
very clear on that... when you sign this paper, it releases our
company from any liability to you or your families.  Am I clear on it?

[Cole nods slowly... as the Spectre slowly straightens, staring
wordlessly into the burning eyes of Cole, that slight smile still
residing on his features.

Cole listens silently... his gaze locked on Spectre.  He doesn't move.
He doesn't react.  He simply continues to stare at his enemy, filled
with hate and rage.  After Spectre signs the contract, Cole finally
steps forward... he reaches for the mic to say his piece.  He steps in
close to Spectre, daring a staredown as he slowly lifts the mic to his
lips... AND SPITS WATER IN THE GOTH'S FACE!!!!]

CL: Whoah!!! Rob Cole on the attack!

PW: What a cheap attack!

[Cole immediately pushes in, quickly landing a flurry of rights as
Spectre wipes at his eyes… almost scratching at them!  Cole sends him
to the ropes and NAILS him with a lariat that turns the big goth
inside out.  Security pulls young Willingham out of the ring… but
don't make any further moves, shaking their heads as Rob Cole pulls
off his jacket and the crowd goes absolutely insane!]

CL: Barbed wire!!! Rob Cole with a spool of barbed wire attached to
the back of his jacket, and he rips it free… dear lord!  Spectre tries
to get to his feet… and gets NAILED with a barbed wire wrapped fist!!!
Another shot!!!

PW: What the hell is going on?  I thought security was supposed to
keep this from happening… why aren't they reacting?

[Rob Cole uncoils the barbed wire and straddles the back of his
opponent for Endgame!  He pulls one arm over his knee and immediately
goes to work with the wire, wrapping it around the goths' skull and
pulling it tight... He twists it, turns it, drawing blood as he
wrenches the wire one way and then the next!  Rob Cole snatches the
neck and wrenches it up, pulling the wire tight with his other hand as
Spectre unleashes a hideous scream... the wire ripping his flesh as
Matthew Willingham looks on in horror.  He pleads with security to
move, but they just stand stock still... watching the beating take
place in the center of the ring.]

PW: This is despicable... Rob Cole is using a camel clutch to choke
out Spectre with one hand, sawing him open with that looped tangle of
wire!  Blood pouring all over the ring once more!

CL: This is what we were afraid of happening all over again… and Rob
Cole mercifully releases Spectre, yanking him to his knees and
dragging him to the corner!  What's he going to do now?  Forcing
Spectre's head back, wrapping the wire around the top turnbuckle… he's
cinching the Goth into that corner!!!  Spectre is trapped, his head
wrenched back and his throat exposed!

[Rob Cole walks back and retrieves the microphone, glancing over at
Matthew as he walks over to Spectre.  He reaches into his pocket,
withdrawing a straight razor and opening it to reveal the gleaming
blade!  The crowd gasps in horror as Cole brings the razor up to
Spectre's throat... and this time, even the Goth seems a little
uncertain as Cole presses the blade against the skin.]

RC: The same?  The same?!?!!  Poor little lost boy, left all alone in
the world and desperately looking to cling to a friend, a family, a
something or anything really to make you feel less alone… we're not
the same.  We are not friends, not family, not the same, we are as
nothing to one another… nothing but enemies, bitter and brutal and
blood soaked.  And I'm not at all what you seem to think I am… some
sort regretful warrior wrapped in shame because of my violent past?
Please… my name isn't Charles Lassiter, kiddo.  I'm Rob Cole… and that
stinging in your eyes is the salt water I carried in my mouth and held
there while you yapped about all the horrible things you were going to
make me do. I held the bile taste of your words in my mouth... I let
the salt trickle down my throat, thinking of your blood.   I did it
knowing that security wasn't going to stop me from spitting in your
eyes, knowing that they wouldn't stop me from cinching you in the
camel clutch, and knowing they wouldn't lift a finger to stop me from
wrapping barbed wire around your skull and tying you to this
ring-post!  I told the television executives what I wanted for
Endgame... they said they'd give it to me, wrap this ring for me, and
they would make sure that no one interfered when I laid my challenge
on the table.  A challenge that I've wrapped in... I've wrapped in....
*chuckle*  Oh, it's so good, so hard to keep a straight face when I
tell you about it.  I need to keep this dramatic, you know?  For all
the people watching at home, and all the little blood-thirsty maniacs
in the audience, and especially for you... this is it .... a challenge
I've wrapped in BARBED WIRE!!!!!!

[The crowd goes crazy and Cole presses the blade against the skin hard
enough to draw blood… Matthew begins to scream at ringside, and Cole
chuckles as he holds the blade perfectly still.]

RC: On August 6th, 1945, the American forces dropped an atomic bomb on
the city of Hiroshima... over one hundred million people were
slaughtered in the horrific blast that helped end a War.  The fact
that such death was dealt directly from the hands of our U.S.
president and lingered over the course of several decades is something
I'm certain weighed heavily on his conscious... but guilt is something
he chose to live with.  I've never turned away from my sins,
Spectre... never denied them, never refused them, and I've never
turned a blind eye to who I am or what I've done.  You want the
monster?  Well, 'friend Spectre'... here I am.

[Cole's arm tenses... and slowly begins to lower itself, drawing the
blade down from the neck to the chest of Spectre.  His tanktop parts
from the shoulder strap down as the razor cuts through the material,
slashing a thin red line along it's journey.  As the razor traces it's
trail, Cole continues to speak over the growling scream of Spectre.]

RC: I'm not the hero of the story!  I'm not the knight in shining
armor, I'm not wearing the white hat, and I'm not here to rescue the
Princess!  I'm not the embattled veteran making a last stand in
defiance to age, the rising star rookie with goodness and purity in
his heart, and I sure as hell am not the guy who plays by the rules
and fights the good fight!  I'm the bloodthirsty beast... the thing
that goes bump in the night... I am the reason you scream!!!  I AM...
THE MONSTER.... BENEATH.... YOUR .... BED!!!!!!!

[Cole whips the blade across the stomach with that last word, and
climbs to the second turnbuckle so that he can stare dead into
Spectre's eyes.  He brings the razor up, smiling... and licks the
blood from the blade as Spectre tears away at the barbed wire around
his throat, blood slowly spreading on his chest.]

CL: Good god!!!  I hope SSN got what they wanted!?!?!

PW: I think this may have even cross boundries that evil TV network
monkeys didn't want to cross.

CL: At End Game... Rob Cole and Spectre will square off head to head
in BARBWIRE HELL!

PW: Think they can find a replacement for me during that match?

CL: Spectre is up and he is livid.. He is going to California ready
for a WAR.

PW: Would you want to piss Spectre off?

CL: Or Rob Cole for that matter?  The two PVW Mad men are set to
square off in a Barbwire Hell!!!

PW: If fans are tuning in for the first time they would think this
whole place has gone mad after watching tonights show...

CL: Things have gotten out of hand here tonight.  It's time for Styles
and Williams versus The Wild Cards, but I am being told Johnathan
Monarch is being slated to take Styles place due to his allergic
reaction to the itching powder.

PW: Well he did ALMOST die.

[The arena lights dim and laser lights begin to play along the
rafters.  After a moment a breathy woman's voice comes over the PA
system and asks "Are you ready to go Wild?"

"Wild Side" by Motley Crue kicks into high gear over the announce
system as three figures appear at the entryway.

The first is a well built man with short cropped sandy blond hair
wearing a black long legged singlet with purple tights over the top.
On the outside of his black wrestling boots there is a picture of a
pair of dice (showing snake eyes).

The second, by far the largest of the three is a heavily muscled, bald
man with a goatee.  Standing nearly seven feet tall, he wears a black
long legged singlet with purple tights over the top.  On the outside
of his black wrestling boots there is a picture of a pair of cards
(Jack of Spades and Ace of Spades...which matches the tatoo on his
right bicep).  He wears black elbow and knee pads to finish off his
gear.]

HD: Now making their way to the ring, weighing in at a combined
total of 540 lbs. They are "The Gambler" Judd Marley and Black Jack
Baldwin...

THE WILD CARDS!

[The fans erupt into applause as the three men make their way down to
the ring slapping hands with the fans as they go.  As they reach
ringside, Baldwin steps over the top rope while Marley climbs the
turnbuckle in the 'Cards' corner points out to the fans, stands on the
top and performs a backflip into the ring to a thunderous ovation.]

CL: The legendary tag team has their shot at the PVW tag titles at End
Game.

PW: Finally Royal Family will get justice on them.

HD: Their opponents ...   At a combined weight of eight hundred and
sixty seven pounds.....  One half of the PVW Tag Team Champions and
the PVW Heavyweight Champion...


Here is ...



JOHNATHAN MONARCH

and

CHASE WILLIAMS !!!



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

##I murder you and laugh##
##I'm Barry Sanders slashing through the path##
##you a magician's assistant, I'm sawin' you in half##

[The four figures appear atop the entryway, From left to right, Carl
Stevenson, Paul Styles, Johnathan Monarch, and Chase Williams...]

##you a heathan that rely on the beast##
##I'm a demon at the fire crucifyin' the priest##
##I shine over beats##
##a motherfuckin' beast on the mic##
##I'm a lion out the jungle, raw meat what I like##

[The alliance begins to walk down the aisle way confident... Stevenson
and Monarch seem to be helping Styles as they reach ring side.]



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	Tag Team Action, 45 Minute Time Limit:
	Chase Williams & Johnathan Monarch
	v. Wild Cards

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PW: It is such a shame that 'Rolemodel" Paul Styles can't wrestle in
this match and he is injured a couple of weeks before End Games...

CL: Give me a break you and I both know Styles isn't injured. He is
just scared to get in the ring with the WIld Cards...

[Chase Williams and Jonathan Monarch are in the ring getting set to
wrestle when all of a sudden Jack Baldwin slides out of the ring and
starts to taunt Paul Styles. Baldwin reaches under the ring and pulls
out a bucket from underneath the ring. Baldwin reels back and throws a
bucket full of water at Paul Styles feet but Styles side steps it and
starts to run at Baldwin around the ring.]

CL: See I told you Styles is faking it. He is running after Baldwin
around the ring...

PW: IT'S A MIRACLE. I GUESS PAUL STYLES TAKES HIS VITAMINS...

[Baldwin has slide underneath the ring and Styles follows suit and is
stopped in his tracks by the referre. The referre is questioning Paul
Styles...]

CL: THE REFERRE IS FORCING PAUL STYLES TO WRESTLE IN THIS MATCH
TONIGHT.

PW: HE CAN DO THAT!  Does he want Paul Styles to DIE??

CL: I HATE TO BREAK IT TO YOU PRESTON BUT HE JUST DID. AND LOOK AT THE
WILDCARDS IN THE CORNER...

Carl Stevenson is now just yelling at the referee and he is just point
to Monarch to leave the ring..  The WildCards are laughing in the
corner because the just pulled one over on Paul Styles and now
Jonathan Monarch is being ordered to the outside of the ring.]

PW: This is unfair.. Paul Styles isn't in ANY condition to wrestle
here tonight.

CL: He looks fine to me.

[The WildCards come running out of the corner and begin the fisticuffs
with both "The Conceited Bastard" Chase Williams and 'Rolemodel' Paul
Styles. "The Gambler" Judd Marley pairs off with Chase Williams while
"Black" Jack Baldwin fights Paul Styles..]

CL: The referre is having a hard time controlling both teams.

PW: Of Course! This match has ROYALITY in it...

[The referre manages to get Baldwin and Styles out of the ring and
Chase Williams and "The Gambler" Judd Marley are going to start this
one off.  Collar and elbow tie up. Backs him into the ropes, irish
whipe, Chase Williams with a leap frog and then goes down low,
shoulder block by "The Gambler" Judd Marley sends Williams down to the
mat.  Another shoulder block, another shoulder block! "The Gambler"
Judd Marley off the ropes...and gets nailed with a knee to the
kidney's by Paul Styles.]

PW: Brilliant move!

[Chase Williams takes advantage of his opponents pain. He pulls Marley
up and jars him with a powerful bodyslam. He quickly follows it up
with a knee to the throat.  Irish whip by Williams sends Marley into
the Williams and Styles's turnbuckle. Williams charges and drills him
with a clothesline into the corner. He's got a chokehold on Marley.]

CL: C'mon, ref! Break the hold!!!  Make him break the illegal choke!
Finally he breaks!

PW: But he's in the wrong corner! 'Rolemodel' Paul Styles is
continuing the attack on "The Gambler" Judd Marley by beating him with
rights and just guillotined him on the top turnbuckle!  Marley falls
to the mat clutching his throat!!  This is great!

CL: The fans are all over Paul Styles and Chase Williams right now!
The boos are deafening! But breaking through the boos are the chants
for the Wildcards!  "Black" Jack Balwin is leading the fans in cheers
to get his partner going.

["The Gambler" Judd Marley starts crawling to his corner, but is
pulled back by Chase Williams. Williams runs over and nails "Black"
Jack Baldwin with an elbow which brings him into the ring! The referre
is restraining Baldwin while Styles and Williams double team Marley.
Styles and Williams switch off without making the tag.]

CL: WHAT?! There was no tag!!!

PW: Are you blind?! Of course there was! You think two upstanding guys
like Paul Styles and Chase Williams would intentionally do such
things?

[Paul Styles applies a rear chin lock onto "The Gambler" Judd Marley.]

CL: I must say, Styles and Williams are employing great ring savvy and
strategy.  They've cut off the ring in a diagonal and not allowing
Marley to even make it into the corner to tag Baldwin! But you can see
that Baldwin is getting antsy!  The crowd is stomping their feet for
the WildCards!

[Marley is released from the rear chin lock and pulled back to his
feet.  A belly to back suplex sends Marley crashing to the mat
clutching the back of his head. Paul Styles stands up and spits in the
face of "Black" Jack Baldwin which only angers him more.  Baldwin
attempts to make the save again, but is held back by the ref.  The
double team by Williams and Styles leads to a switch again.]

PW: Nice tag by Williams and Styles!

CL: There was no..

PW: Chase Williams with an irish whip follows it up with a beautiful
powerslam!  He pulls up Marley by the arm and locks him into an
abdominal stretch.  It's almost as if he's taunting that dope Baldwin.

[Williams waves at Baldwin to enter the ring which he does again.
While the referee is distracted, Williams reaches back and gets a
helping hand from Paul Styles. As the ref turns around, they release
hands and Williams drills his elbow into the rib cage of "The Gambler"
Judd Marley! "Black" Jack Baldwin is leading the fans in hand claps
and cheers.  Marley breaks out of the hold and is irish whipped to the
ropes yet again.]

CL: Williams tries for a clothesline but misses, Marley...CROSS BODY
BLOCK!!!!




ONE ...




TWO ...





PW: Chase Williams kicked out and is back on the attack! The fans for
a second thought that Marley may have picked up the victory. Shows how
stupid you all are.  Chase Williams is angered and is just laying the
boots into Judd Marley.  Chase Williams takes a step back and is
relenting his attack.  Marley starts crawling towards the corner
trying to make the tag again but Chase Williams beats him to it and
lays an elbow into the back of "The Gambler" Judd Marley. Williams
stands up but he's too close to Wildcard's corner!!!

CL: Baldwin reaches and has got Williams by the hair!  The crowd's
going nuts! Lay it into him Jack!

[The referre breaks up the possible confrontation and Williams
attempts to continue the assault on Marley. Marley's on his knees...]

PW: OWWW!!

CL: "The Gambler" Judd Marley with a low blow sends Chase Williams
crashing to the mat! Marley's crawling to his corner..can he make
it!!!!!  HE MAKES IT!!!!!  "Black" Jack Baldwin has entered this
contest!!

[Baldwin steps over the top ropes and begins laying into Chase
Williams with lefts and rights.  Paul Styles brings himself into the
ring and attacks Baldwin only to be laid out by a big boot. "The
Gambler" Judd Marley is lying on the apron attempting to regain some
sense.  Styles gets thrown over the top rope to the outside.]

CL: He just cracked his head against the steel guard rail!!!  Marley
back on his feet and is perched on the top turnbuckle.  Baldwin has
Williams up into an inverted crucifix power bomb position!! They're
going for it!! They're going for the Stacked Deck!!

PW: NO...NO!!! Paul Styles makes the save and just shook the ropes!
Marley straddles the turnbuckle in pain! Looks like he won't be naming
his first born kid for a while!!!

CL: Baldwin tosses Williams aside and drills Styles with a knee to the
stomach. Military press slam and Paul Styles is sent back to the
outside!!! Baldwin focuses his attention on Williams who's had a
second to recover from that attack.  Williams with an eye gauge
temporarily blinds Baldwin.  Baldwin turns his back on Williams to
make sure that he can see straight only to be chop blocked by Chase
Williams.

PW: He should go into the NFL that Chase Williams.

[Williams smartly focuses his attention onto the knee of "Black" Jack
Baldwin.  He drapes it over the bottom rope and drops his fully body
weight onto that left knee of "Black" Jack Baldwin. That knee's gotta
be tender after those two moves.  Williams tags in Paul Styles who
still seems a bit dazed.  Styles and Williams grab Baldwin's legs and
make a wish.]

CL: Looks like Baldwin may not be having kids anytime soon, either.

PW: You know that was almost a joke.

CL: Styles attempts to pull Baldwin up..SMALL PACKAGE!!!




ONE ...





[Styles makes the save and this brings "The Gambler" Judd Marley back
into the ring. Marley and Styles fight. Marley whips him into the rope
and delivers a back jarring spinebuster on Paul Styles.  The referee
is pushing Marley out of the ring while Williams still has the
advantage over Baldwin.  Styles and Williams pull Baldwin up and drop
him face first on the turnbuckle.]

PW: SSSsssssssSSSnake eyes!!!  Baldwin is checking himself to make
sure that he isn't bleeding. Styles mounts the second turnbuckle and
measures Baldwin.  He drills him with an elbow to the head.  You know,
Paul Styles has shown me a lot in the past week.  This man truly is a
ROLEMODEL!

CL: Styles is now standing above Baldwin and is slapping him! That may
not be the smartest move in the world for Styles to do.  He yells for
the crowd to shut up which further enrages the crowd!

PW: I know? Isn't it great?  "Black" Jack Baldwin attempts to make his
way to his feet again only to be kicked in the left knee by Paul
Styles.  Baldwin is backed into the corner and Styles drills him with
a knee to the stomach and follows it up with a choke. As he backs off,
the referee is admonishing him.  But would you look at that!! Chase
Williams is also checking to make sure that Baldwin is ok.

CL: WHAT?!  He's choking him and gauging him in the eyes!!

PW: He's clearing his windpipe and making sure hasn't lost his
contacts.

CL: I don't know if he wears contacts..

PW: Neither do I..

CL: WHAT?

PW: Nevermind....

[Baldwin fires an elbow and sends Williams crashing to the outside.
'Rolemodel' Paul Styles is still jawing with the referee and finally
brushes the ref off. As Paul Styles arrogantly strolls over Baldwin
drills him with a clothesline that nearly takes Styles out of his
boots.  Baldwin is hobbling along and Styles is holding onto Baldwin's
leg.]

CL: Baldwin is almost to his corner! Marley is anticipating the tag
and we're anticipating this crowd to light up like a Christmas tree in
Times's Square!!  Baldwin reaches....TAG!!! The fresh ball of fire
"The Gambler" Judd Marley is now in the ring!!!

PW: HA HA!! Too bad the referee was too distracted with Williams to
notice the tag!!  Marley is being pushed out of the ring and Jason
Taylor is telling him that he didn't see a tag being made. There was
no tag..I certainly didn't see a tag.

CL: "Black" Jack Baldwin is still the legal man in this match.
Dammit..he's still the legal man.

[Styles makes his way to his side of the ring and "Black" Jack Baldwin
charges. Styles with a drop-toe hold that sends "Black" Jack Baldwin
to the middle ropes. There he's met with a wicked chair shot by Chase
Williams.  The sound echoes throughout and the fans are throwing cups
and trash at Chase Williams. Williams takes a minute to yell back at
the fans and threatens to hit one of them with the chair. Styles rolls
Baldwin over for the pin.]




ONE ...




TWO ...




CL: This may be it, fans. What a way for WildCards to lose this
match....NO!!!  Baldwin manages to get the right shoulder up, much to
the dismay and disbelief of Styles, but to the cheers of the fans!
Styles stands up and pulls Baldwin up. Styles looks like he's going
for a bulldog...he's got a running head start...NO!!

PW: Oh no!!  Baldwin with a sideslam and both men are down!!

[Baldwin is crawling to his corner...Styles is crawling to his corner.
Both partners are anticipating the tag. Williams tags in!!]

PW: Thank God!!!

CL: Baldwin tags in Marley!!!  The roof has just blown off this place
folks!!

[Marley hops over the top rope and drills an incoming Chase Williams
with a dropkick! Styles is back and charges at Marley only to be
nailed by another dropkick!  Arm drag by Marley takes Chase Williams
down! Another arm drag takes Paul Styles down!  Body slam by Marley!
Paul Styles was just clotheslined over the top rope and fell to the
mat outside!!]

CL: The fans are standing for this one!!

["The Gambler" Judd Marley is getting the crowd pumped up as he sends
Chase Williams to the
ropes...and gets met with a kick to the breadbasket.  "The Gambler"
Judd Marley with a
powerbomb nearly puts Chase Williams through the mat. "The Gambler"
Judd Marley mounts the top turnbuckle and hits a leg drop onto Chase
Williams.  Williams is cringing on the mat
in pain.  "The Gambler" Judd Marley pulls him back up and has Chase
Williams in a front face lock..he pulls him..BRAINBUSTER!!  Williams
is grabbing his head and neck as he is pulled back up and placed in a
reverse waist lock by Marley.  Marley pushes Williams to the ropes but
Williams ducks and Styles nails Marley with that same steel chair!]

PW: Batter up!!  Ladies and Gentlemen! 'Rolemodel' Paul Styles has
just hit number 52!!!

CL: My god! How much longer will Chase Williams and Paul Styles be
allowed to get away with such moves!!  Where the hell was the referre
to not see that??!!!

PW: I just call the matches..Williams clears the cob webs and perches
"The Gambler" Judd Marley on the top turnbuckle. It looks as is he's
going to nail him with a superplex....

CL: "The Gambler" Judd Marley is fighting it! He's blocking the move
and is fighting it!!!

[At this point, Baldwin climbs over the top rope back into the ring
and nails Styles who has his back turned to the ring celebrating the
three count that's sure to follow the superplex.  Styles is
guillotined on the guard rails by the fans and topples over into the
crowd. The crowd begin touching Styles as they rise to their feet.
The crowd is on their feet screaming and yelling.]

CL: "The Gambler" Judd Marley and Chase Williams were still fighting
for control on the turnbuckle. Baldwin with a low blow to Chase
Williams sends him off the turnbuckle "The Gambler" Judd Marley
perches on the middle turnbuckle and is gearing the fans!  The fans
are on their feet and are going completely crazy for the Wildcards!!!!
This is incredible!!!!!  Williams is now on in an inverted crucifix
power bomb position by Baldwin....Marley to the top turnbuckle....]

CL: The flash bulbs are going off all around us! It's like an
explosion of photography!!

PW: Don't let this be what I think it is..don't let this be what I
think it is...don't let this be...

CL: STACKED DECK!! STACKED DECK!!!The fans in this arena and worldwide
are ecstatic!!  Marley covers!!!!

PW: NO!




ONE ...






PW: NO!!






TWO ...





PW: NNNNNNNOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!





THREE  ...




PW: NO THE REFERRE WAS PULLED OUT OF THE RING BY PAUL STYLES.

[Paul Styles is distratcing the referre on the outside. Marley is
raising his hands in victory when all of the sudden Jonathan Monarch
has stepped over the ropes and Judd Marley doesn't see Monarch behind
him who comes charging at him and hits AIR MONARCH on Judd Marley.
Marley just collapses in the corner and Monarch puts Chase Williams
arm on top of Marley. Monarch steps over the ropes and tries to hide
behind the ring stairs. Meanwhile Styles just got a big bott in his
face from Baldwin on the outside of the ring. The referre has turned
around and slides underneath the bottom ropes...]

CL: THIS IS HIGHWAY ROBBERY!!

PW: NO IT'S NOT!




ONE ...




TWO  ...




THREE !!!




HD: THE WINNERS OF THIS MATCH ... 'ROLEMODEL' PAUL STYLES AND "THE
CONCEITED BASTARD" CHASE WILLIAMS...

[Meanwhile after the bell has rung you see Outlaw running down the
aisleway and slides underneath the bottom ropes. Outlaw then all of a
sudden starts putting the boots to Judd Marley and is now mounting him
and lands stiff rights to the face of Judd Marley...]

CL: WHAT IS OUTLAW DOING?!?

PW: I'm not really sure??  Do you really ever question what Outlaw is
doing?

CL: Wait...HE IS ATTACKING THE WRONG MARLEY. HE THINKS JUDD IS HIS
BROTHER RICK MARLEY.

PW: THIS IS JUST PRICELESS.

[The fans start to cheer as all of a sudden "The Fighting Irishman"
Caleb Foley has just came out from the crowd and slides in the ring.
Foley is yelling at Outlaw trying to explain to him that he is
attacking the wrong Marley. Outlaw just stands up and starts to shake
his head as Jack Baldwin has now slide back into the ring and there is
a stareoff between Outlaw and Jack Baldwin. Caleb is trying to explain
to Baldwin that it was a mistake but Baldwin is having none of it and
tells Caleb to mind his own business. Outlaw has turned his back and
slides out of the ring. Baldwin is checking on Judd as Foley is on the
opposite side of the ring and is staring at Chase Williams and the
Royal Family who are walking up the aisle way holding their Phoenix
Valley Wrestling Championships high above their heads...]

PW: Well... Apparently Paul Styles being forced to wrestle backfired..
Chase and Styles overcame Wild Cards.

CL: Wild Cards have their chance at revenge at End Game...

V/O: The game has begun....

[Clips: Rob Cole and Spectre unload on each other with big heavy
rights...  Major Damage drops Caleb Foley.  Brian Young stands in the
center of the ring as Chase Williams growls on the outside.]

V/O: Battle lines have been drawn...

[Clips: Stalker hits a big DDT on Derek Rage.  Shadoe Rage leaps off
the ropes landing on Semi.]

V/O: Blood has been spilled.

[Clips: Mark Masterson swings the dented chair connected with Tommy
Ryder's head.  RJ Souza steps back and connects with a Karma Kick on
busted open Chris Hartt.]

V/O: June 30th .... Anaheim convention center ....

[Clips: Up close shots of William Craven, Rob Cole, Spectre, Caleb
Foley, Brian Young, and Chase Williams...]

V/O: End Game!

[Cut to a scroll down of each match as they come across the TV screen.
As the match title comes across the images of each superstar emerge
from the left and right...]

New Blood time to Shine Match:
"The Natural" Mike Castillo v. Miquel Quesada

10 Man, Called Shot Match.  Tables... Ladders .... Chairs .... Hanging
from the ceiling is that coveted Title Shot that the winner of the
match will grab and receive his opportunity for a Called Shot
challenge for any title at any time for the rest of the year once it's
turned into the rules comitee.

"Wherewithal" Eric Williams, The Dragon Kid, Jaiden Andrews, OmniFly,
Gibson 'Red' Hayes, Larry Gionet, Shayne Grissom, Outlaw, Rick Marley,
Livestock

Tag Team Grudge Match:
Made Men v. 'The Phenom' Tommy Ryder & The Tucson Kid

Tag Team Grudge Match, Winner receives Tag Title Shot:
Urban Legend v. The Prophets of Rage

One on One Grudge Match:
The Mercenary v. William Craven

Barbwire Hell, One on One Grudge Match:
Rob Cole v. Spectre

PVW Tag Team Titles Match:
Wild Cards   v. The Royal Family [c]

PVW Rising Phoenix Heritage Title Match:
RJ Souza v. Chris Hartt [c]

PVW Heavyweight Title Match:
Caleb Foley/Brian Young v. Chase Williams [c]

[Cut back to the announcers..]

CL: End Game is going to be an epic night in PVW's history.  However
we have one match left tonight...  For the honor to go to End Game and
challenge for the PVW Heavyweight title...

PW: What man will earn the right ot be defeated?

HD: Introducing first....  Standing at five foot eleven and weighing
in at two hundred and twenty seven pounds...  From Edmonton, Alberta,
Canada .....


Here is ...




"THE ONE" BRIAN YOUNG !!!




[As the opening of ‘What I've Done’ by Linkin Park begins to play
throughout the 52nd Street Armory the crowd begins to roar as the
figure of Brian Young steps out from the backstage area and pauses for
a moment at the top of the entranceway soaking in his debut in the
PVW. Brian is attired in a pair of white full length wrestling tights
with white wrestling boots. The boots have golden laces and upon the
right leg in a very stylized font is the words The One.]

In this farewell
There’s no blood
There’s no alibi
‘Cause I've drawn regret
From the truth
Of a thousand lies

[Brian begins making his way done the aisle slapping hands with the
fans as he passes. A look of determination mixed with joy is across
the face of the thirty one year old.]

So let mercy come
And wash away
What I've done

[For a long moment he stares at the ring before finally ascending the
ring steps. At the top of the steps he walks onto the ring apron and
wipes his feet before entering into the ring. He looks at his
opponent, Caleb Foley, for a moment and then shakes the youngster’s
hand.]

I'll face myself
To cross out what i’ve become
Erase myself
And let go of what i’ve done

CL: Brian Young looks motivated and ready to earn a shot at the PVW
Heavyweight Championship.

PW: Let's get on with this... That way we can find out who the next
victem will be in Chase's world at End Game!

HD: His opponent... Standing in at six foot one and weighting in at
two hundrd and ten pounds...  From Dublin, Ireland.


Here is ...


"THE FIGHTING IRIsHMAN" CALEB FOLEY !!!





[All of a sudden "The Warriors Code" by The Dropkick Murphy's plays
over the PA. as the arena fills with cheers. On the jumbotron we see a
graphic and it reads "From Dublin, Ireland" CALEB FOLEY]

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

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

You were born to box in a city that's seen their share
Mello, Ryan, Carney, among them your photo proudly hangs there
Above the bar in the Gaelic Club
They tell the story of a throwback
With the heart of a lion
They salute your glory

[Foley is getting a few words of encouragement for some fans while
others are patting him on the back. Foley has now made it to the ring
barricade. Foley is not taking his eyes off the ring...]

It's another murderous right
Another left hook from hell
A bloody war on the boardwalk
And the kid from Lowell rises to the bell


[Foley then leaps over the barricade and begins to walk towards the
ring. Foley slides in the ring and climbs the turnbuckle. Foley then
raises both his arms over his head as the crowd cheers him on. Foley
backflips off the middle turnbuckle and then begins to stretch...]

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

CL: Fans are drawn down the middle as two of their favorite superstars
are forced to step inside the ring here tonight.

PW: Yawn...

CL: Brian Young has taken the youngster under his wings and helped him
grow and get passed his loss at Rise From the Ashes.  Who would of
thought just a few months later they would be facing off in the Main
Event with the winner walking into End Game to face Chase Williams for
that illustrious championship belt.





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	One on One, 45 Minute Time Limit:
	Caleb Foley
	v. Brian Young

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<<<  DING DING   >>>




[The bell rings and both men stand across of the ring looking at one
another...  Caleb Foley extends his right hand to his mentor offering
a handshake.]

CL: Brian Young doesn't appear to be sure...

PW: Of course not... They may be friends in the back, but when you
enter the squared-circle it's a new ball game.  Trust nobody!




*POP!*




CL: Brian Young accepts the sign of respect and the two are ready to
start this match.

PW: I hope they spend the next forty five minutes bashing each others
brains out.

[The Camera splits... On the left side PVW Heavyweight Champion, Chase
Williams is standing in-front of the monitor.  His title belt is slung
over his right shoulder as he watches with a grin across his face.]

CL: I think Chase Williams feels the same way.

[Test of strength offered by Foley....]

CL: Looks like Caleb Foley is challenging Brian Young in a test of
strength.  Brian Young stands looking across uncertain if he wants to
accept it.

PW: Young doesn't trust Caleb Foley.  Can't say I blame him.  This
match is too important.

[Brian Young looks around to the fans as they go wild with approval.
Young accepts...  The two battle for footing... The veteran, Brian
Young begins to gain the upper hand!]

CL: Brian Young looks like the stronger of the two.

PW: Not shocking...




*MIXED POP!*




[... The tides turn! The rookie turns the tides... He backs Young
against the ropes.. The Rookie drops it and sends him across...  Young
leap frogs ...  Foley goes for a hip toss, Young blocks it goes to
turn Foley over with a hip toss of his own, but Foley blocks it...
Young gives the rookie with a stiff back elbow and Foley stumbles
backwards reaching up feeling the blood come out from a busted lip.]

CL: And we have our first sign of blood just a few minutes INTO the
match!

PW: You sound shocked?  Brian Young is known to bleed just by walking
down the aisle way...  Caleb Foley has been taking lessons since
Young's arrival.

CL: Foley gives Brian Young a smile and the two just nod at one
another.

[The two lock up in an elbow-colar tie up... Foley with an armbar...
Young into a counter roll and up and puts Foley into an armwrech...
Foley runs up the ropes and into a back flip.. He swings a big
spinning back fist, but Young ducks under and rebounds off the ropes
and leaps into a dropkick... Foley quickly back up and Young forces
Foley to the ropes and does not hesitate to pound Foley on the chest
with a hard forearm blow.  However, as soon as he does this, Foley
jumps at Young and clubs him with a forearm shot of his own.  Without
fail, Young returns the favor but Foley is right there to give him
another...]

CL: And we have a good old fashioned fist fight ... Foley and Young
are tearing each other apart with their bare hands!!

[As Foley holds his face, he is unable to guard himself from "The One"
Brian Young, who has just now bounced off the ropes, as he nails him
with a vicious lariat.  Foley does a a 360 spin in mid air and hits
the mat hard as Young now looks down at Caleb...]

PW: You know I have to say this match has shown that no one is on DA
CHAMP'S Chase WIlliams level...

CL: Would you keep to the facts for one night!?  Foley will do
anything to get a second shot at Chase Williams while Brian Young
wants to be a champion the fans can be proud of.

[Suddenly, Young grabs Foley and walks a bit of a distance.  With
Foley in his control, Young executes a waist lock and....]




"___THHHUUUUUD___"




CL: GOOD LORD WHAT IMPACT!  Young just drilled Foley with an overhead
belly to belly suplex and Foley's body folded like an accordion!

PW: It made such a pretty sound too.

[Foley pushes himself onto his hands and knees, Brian Young is behind
him. Young hooks one of Foley's with their same leg by putting his
shin behind the Foley's knee.]

CL: What is Brian Young doing here?

[Young uses the arm on the same side to hook Foley's other leg. From
there, Young rolls on their back ala a cradle, putting both on their
backs with Foley's trapped leg in the air as Young's leg is bent
sideways and using his free leg to support their bent leg, forming a
"4" with the Young's legs. Young then pulls down on Foley's
foot/ankle, applying pressure to The Fighting Irishman's knee!]

CL: Look at Foley scream!

PW: The sound of joy!

CL: A perfect IV kneelock by Brian Young.

PW: Caleb Foley looks to be just out matched here in the early going
by Brian Young.  You had to wonder if by wrestling Brian Young if the
mental aspect of stepping in the ring with his boyhood idol would side
track him.  It apparently has.

CL: That is true Preston.  Foley shaking his head "no" and the fans
are split down the middle in the arena here tonight.

PW: They hate these two equally?

CL: Something like that.

[Foley finally worms his way to the ropes and the referee forces Brian
Young to break the hold..  Young backs away as Foley uses the ropes to
get back gingerly to his feet now favoring that knee...  Young like a
lion who smells blood begins kicking that knee...]

PW: The Killer instinct in Brian Young is taking over.

CL: I think he is teaching Caleb Foley a hard lesson here..

[Brian Young sends Caleb Foley back into the ropes as he rebounds
Young hits a single leg flapjack.... Not wasting any time he maintains
a grip onto the leg and rolls into a single leg boston crab working
that leg/knee area from the Kneelock!]

CL: The Fighting Irishman finds himself in another tough predicament!

PW: Brian Young is trying to snap the knee before End Game!

CL Foley is hanging on and isn't going to quit.

PW: It's his knee...

[... After a few minutes of Foley trying to squirm his way to the
ropes... Young hops off and drops a double axe handle to the mid back
of Foley.  He pulls the Fighting Irishman up ignoring a few soft right
hands... He sends him hard into the corner chest first..... Foley
staggers out backwards and right into an awaiting Young --- ]




"___THHHUUUUUDDD___"




CL: A Young family signature move, THE BLOODLINE (back cracker)!!  The
One hooks a leg...

PW: Well this was a short match.




ONE ...




TWO ...




THREE !!!




*MIXED REACTION POP!*




CL: NO!!!! FOLEY JUST GOT A SHOULDER UP AT THE VERY LAST SECOND!!!

PW: What!?!  That was three!

[Referee Duke Martin shakes his head "no".  He holds two fingers up as
Brian Young shakes his head and heads for the top ropes...]

CL: This could spell trouble for the youngster.  Brian Young stands at
the top ropes and points down at Caleb Foley...

PW: Finish this puppy.

["The One" Shrugs and leaps into a full blown old school elbow drop
...]




"___THUUUUUUUUUD___"




*MIXED POP!*




CL: FOLEY JUST ROLLED OUT OF THE WAY!!!

PW: Serves the idiot right.  He had Foley on the ropes and he put all
his eggs in one basket.

[Foley makes it to his feet and pulls Brian Young up and locks him
up.... Snap Suplex!!!!  Brian Young begins to push himself back up,
but Foley takes him back down with an Overhead Smash.  Brian Young
again back on his knees, The Fighting Irishman wraps one of Young's
arms around their leg (like a spinning toe hold, accept to the arm),
Caleb Foley grabs their free arm with their arms and hops over,
forcing Brian Young's shoulders to be pinned to the mat!!!]

CL: La Majistral Cradle!




ONE ...




TWO ...




*KICK OUT POP!*




CL: Only a two count!  Brian Young getting up slowly...  Foley
charging!




"___SMAAAAASSH___"




[... Hooking Clothesline!  Caleb Foley applies a head scissor lock on
Brian Young on their back. The Fighting Irishman twists their body so
Brian Young's head is pulled towards their chest....]

CL: Foley with some submission skills of his own... A Crooked Head
Scissor Lock!

PW: I think I saw that in the Kama Sutra...

CL: Oh geez.

[Foley finally drops the hold...  Foley lifts his knee and places it
on Young's forehead and grabs the The One's head. The Fighting
Irishman pushes with his hands and drops his leg driving the Young's
head into the knee once the foot hit's the ground.]




"___THUUUUD___"



CL: DRIVING KNEELIFT!!! Another Cover!




ONE ...




TWO ...




*MIXED POP!*




CL: Another Kick Out!  Oh how this match has turned... Brian Young
looked to be in complete control in the early goings, but now as we
pass the fifteen minute mark Caleb Foley looks to be in total control.

PW: As long as they keep hurting each other all is good here.

[Brian Young now back on his feet, but not for long as Caleb Foley is
right behind him with a full-nelson... He lifts him up and -- ]




"___THUUUUUUD___"




CL: BIG RING SHAKING FULL NELSON SLAM!!!    Foley back up and STANDING
MOONSAULT!!!!




ONE ...




TWO ...




THREE ???




*LAST SECOND KICK OUT POP!*




CL: Did he get him?

PW: It doesn't appear like it.

[Caleb Foley shaking his head pulls Brian Young up and whips him into
the ropes... The Fighting Irishman catches Brian Young into a swinging
neckbreaker, but The One twists out of it and executes a backslide...
Referee Duke Martin is a little slow, but slides down for the count.]




ONE ...




TWO ...




CL: NO!!!! Foley kicks out!!  Both men fire back up and FISTS FLY
AGAIN!!!

PW: They aren't even attempting to dodge!!!

[Fists fly one after another... Finally Young grabs Foley and falls
back with a desperation DDT!!!!]

CL: Both men laying on the ground!





F O L E Y ! ! !   F O L E Y ! ! !   F O L E Y ! ! !


Y O U N G ! ! !   Y O U N G ! ! !   Y O U N G ! ! !


F O L E Y ! ! !   F O L E Y ! ! !   F O L E Y ! ! !


Y O U N G ! ! !   Y O U N G ! ! !   Y O U N G ! ! !


F O L E Y ! ! !   F O L E Y ! ! !   F O L E Y ! ! !


Y O U N G ! ! !   Y O U N G ! ! !   Y O U N G ! ! !


F O L E Y ! ! !   F O L E Y ! ! !   F O L E Y ! ! !


Y O U N G ! ! !   Y O U N G ! ! !   Y O U N G ! ! !




CL: Fans are split down the arena...  The wrestling icon is taking on
who many consider the future of the wrestling industry...  The two lay
on their backs in the middle of the PVW ring.

PW: Does it get any better?


ONE ....


TWO ....


THREE ....


FOUR ....


FIVE ....


SIX ....


SEVEN ....


CL: WE HAVE MOVEMENT!




*POP!*




PW: That makes me sad.

[Young is on his feet... He meets Foley in the middle of the ring who
is on his knees with a leaping forward knee strike -- ]




"___CRAAASH____"





CL: BULLSEYE SHOT BY YOUNG!

PW: That'll leave a mark.

CL: Brian Young is headed back to the ropes...

PW: STUUUUUPID!

["The One" stops on the second rope.... He turns and leaps with
another elbow drop and connects... He hooks a leg and waits for the
count.]




ONE ...




TWO ...




THREE ???




CL: FOLEY JUST GETS A SHOULDER UP!!!

PW: Come on can't _somebody_ win this thing.  Don't keep Chase
waiting!

[Brian Young is setting up for a Crescent Kick....  Foley is up and
ducks under!!! He grabs Young for a Belly to Back Suplex, but Young
swings around and now is behind with a waist lock... Foley charges
forward into the ropes and Young rolls back onto his feet... He
charges with a clothesline attempt, but Foley ducks under it.  Foley
lifts up Brian Young up as if he was going to give him a bodyslam.
Foley then falls to the side, dropping Brian Young on his head!!!!]




"___THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"




*HOLY CRAP POP!*




CL: Northern Lights Bomb!!!!!!!  THIS COULD BE OVER!!

PW: Foley versus Williams II?




ONE ...




TWO ...




THREE !!!




*HOLY HELL HE KICKED OUT POP!*




[Duke Martin fires up with two fingers up as Brian Young _JUST_ kicked
out.   The fans are on their feet cheering... Caleb Foley headed to
the top ropes..]

CL: The Fighting Irishman headed to the top ropes... He was so close
to pulling at the win right there...  He looks to be calling for Irish
Eyes Are Smiling ....

PW: If he hits this Brian Young is done with.




F O L E Y ! ! !   F O L E Y ! ! !   F O L E Y ! ! !


Y O U N G ! ! !   Y O U N G ! ! !   Y O U N G ! ! !


F O L E Y ! ! !   F O L E Y ! ! !   F O L E Y ! ! !


Y O U N G ! ! !   Y O U N G ! ! !   Y O U N G ! ! !




[... Foley leaps into his 450 Splash off the top ropes .... ]




*FLASH BULBS*




"___THUUUUUUUD___"




*MIXED REACTION!*




CL: YOUNG ROLLED OUT OF THE WAY!! FOLEY IS FLATTENED!

PW: Another high risk move bites the dust.

CL: Young covers!  Can he capitalize!?!?




ONE ...




TWO ...




THREE ???




*TEAR DOWN THE ROOF POP!*




CL: FOLEY SHOOTS A SHOULDER UP!  Look at the fight in the kid.  Brian
Young shakes his head.  He can barely believe it.  He pulls The
Fighting Irishman up...

PW: Looks like he is setting up for Blue Thunder..

[Brian Young is standing behind Caleb Foley, Young's head is under one
of Foley's arms. Brian Young lifts Foley up so they are on Youngs
shoulder....  Foley uses his force and survival to counter over and
now stands BEHIND YOUNG....  Young turns around... Foley charges
forward...  SPEAAAAAR!!!!!!!  The Fighting Irishman is back on his
feet and STANDING MOONSAULT!!!!]

CL: An Irish Blessing!!!! The cover!!!




ONE ...




TWO ...




THREE !!!




*SHOCKING POP!*




CL: YOUNG FIRES A SHOULDER UP!!!

PW: How did he kick out???

CL: Foley slowly pulling Young up...

[... Brian Young twists..  Young tucks his head under Foley's near
arm, reaches across The Fighting Irishman's chest and around their
neck with his near arm, and places his other arm against their back.
Brian Young then lifts Foley up and falls forward, slamming the
opponent down to the mat back first!!]




"___THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"




*HUGE POP!*




CL: THE STORM EFFECT OUT OF NOWHERE!!!! YOUNG CAN'T CAPITOLIZE!!! BOTH
MEN ARE DOWN!

PW: Chase Williams _HAS_ to love this!

CL: Young crawls forward and drops an arm over Foley!




ONE ...




TWO ...




[Foley fires a shoulder up!!!]

CL: WE AREN'T DONE!!

PW: Keep beating each other up!

[Brian Young uses the ropes to get to his feet...  Caleb Foley on his
feet across the ring.  The two fan favorites collide in the ring
again... Foley goes to whip Young into the ropes, but Young Reverses
... ]




*GROAN!*




CL: Referee Duke Martin just got ran over by Caleb Foley full steam.
He crumbled!!!

PW: That will make things interesting.

[Caleb Foley turns back ... ]




"___THUUUUUD___"




CL: REVERSE STANDING NECKBREAKER.... SWEET DREAMS!!!!!!  The finisher
of his brother Brett and a signature move in Brian's move set...




*HEEL POP*




PW: HERE WE GO!!!

CL: What are they doing out here!?!

[The PVW Tag Team Champions, Johnathan Monarch and Paul Styles comes
rolling under the ropes...  Brian Young unloads on big Monarch...]



*JEERS TURNED INTO HUGE POP!*




CL: Young is taking it to Monarch!!!!




*BOOOOOOOOOO!*




PW: Not anymore...

CL: Styles just clipped the back of Young....  That snake!

[Johnathan Monarch off the ropes and BIG 570 pound SPLASH!!!!]

CL: The PVW Tag Team Champions and allies of Chase Williams are down
here taking it to Brian Young.

PW: I guess they are hand picking Caleb Foley... The referee is out
and nobody can do a damn thing about it.

[... Except Caleb Foley!!!  He is up and swings Johnathan Monarch
around and DDT!!!!!!  Paul Styles turns and BIG HAYMAKER... ANOTHER
AND SENDS STYLES OVER THE TOP ROPES!!]




*MASSIVE POP!*




PW: That fool!

CL: Caleb Foley is helping his mentor... His childhood idol!

PW: umm his opponent?

CL: These two men respect one another much more then a title shot
Preston.

[... Caleb Foley turns just in time to receive a shot from the
entering Chase Williams PVW Heavyweight Championship!!!]




"___CRRRAAAAAAACK___"




*MASSIVE HEEL POP!*




CL: CHASE WILLIAMS JUST UNLOADED FOLEY WITH THAT BELT...

PW: He is hand picking Young?

[Brian Young now coming too.. He uses the ropes to get back to his
feet and he turns ...]




"___CRRRAAAAAACK___"




CL: CHASE WILLIAMS JUST UNLOADED BOTH COMPEITIORS WITH THE PVW
HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE!




*HUGE HEEL HEAT!*




PW: Styles is now waking up Duke Martin.  Williams and Monarch are on
the outside.

CL: Martin notices both men laid out from that massive title shot from
the Champion.  If there isn't a winner where does that put the
Heavyweight Championship match going into End Games?



THREE ...


FOUR ...


FIVE ...


SIX ...


SEVEN ...


EIGHT ...


NINE ...


TEN !!!




*TRASH FILLING THE RING HEEL POP!*




CL: This is a disaster!  Both of these fan favorites were giving it
their all, but The Royal Family and Chase Williams just ruined it!

PW: Genius move!  Chase Williams now goes into End Game with a buy!
He has the night off!

CL: I don't know about that we have to get to the bottom of this
folks...  For now we are running out of time and our next stop is
Anaheim, California for End Game!

[Camera picks up Chase Williams and The Royal Family headed up the
arise way laughing... It then zooms back into Caleb Foley and Brian
Young coming too looking back towards the aisle way...]





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Brian: Foley/Young, Grissom/Andrews, Merc/Livestock
Rob:  Williams/Hayes/Gionet/DKid, Rage/Outlaw
Chris: Fly/Stalker, Styles-Chase/Wild Cards


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