[Darkness ... We hear the voice of Gibson Hayes.]

I've seen the madness, Rick. I've seen the toll that gold can have on
a man, Rick. I've seen it... and I've lived it, Rick.

You've done some nasty things, Rick. You've taken roads most would
hesitate to travel, Rick. You've shoved pawns in front of any
dangers... and I've done exactly the same thing, Rick.

Once, you were wet behind the ears, Rick. Once, you were taken in by a
group of your betters, Rick. Once, I was just like you, a fan
pleaser... and I've made the choice to leave that crap in the gutter,
Rick.

Regrets, I have none, Rick. Shame, is not something I really feel,
Rick. Desperation, is what you are in the throes of... while you are
feeling the shadow I cast over you, Rick.

Your legacy will be being a footnote in the march of progress, the
march of destiny, in the march of Gibson Hayes, Rick. The new, better
tomorrow is at hand, Rick. You'd better start praying... because
America and her blessed lord are on my side, Rick.

[The sounds of a soft ticking clock ... It grows louder and louder
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          Live at Surprise, Arizona


                     HEATWAVE
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[The logo on your television set explodes!  And we are inside the
Surprise Arena.  Spring Training has ended and Arizona fans have
traveled state wide to show their PVW pride as merchandise floods the
arena. Signs all around the arena are being shoved in front of the
camera.



PVW !!!


PVW !!!


PVW !!!


PVW !!!


PVW !!!


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

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

CL: Welcome folks!  We are live in Surprise, Arizona as are nearly a
month away from End Game!  I am Chip Lester and to my right is the
infamous, Fred Hoyle.  And tonight we have quite a show lined up for
you.

FH: I think you say that every Heatwave.

CL: Am I wrong?

FH: I just think perhaps you should let me open up the show this time.

CL: Okay ... Be my guest ...

FH: Alright folks ...  You know the drill ... It's Heatwave ... We are
the top wrestling league in the industry.   You are going to want to
tune in and watch Doc Holliday get _crushed_ by William Craven.

CL: Oh brother.

FH: What?

CL: Let's just move on.

FH: We also get to fine out the final three spots for the End Game
Called Shot as Johnny Detson continues to stack the deck in his favor.

CL: ...

FH: And that's not all as we announce more _Official_ matches for End
Game, the Lucky Seven!  How was that?

CL: A bit bias, but it works.  We have a lot to get to tonight and
only two hours.  So as we get ready for our opening match let's go
backstage where Dean Hayes is standing by.

FH: Dean Hayes always tries to steal my thunder.

[Scene: Behind a PVW backrop backstage stands "Swinging" Dean Hayes.
Next to Hayes stands Herscher von Donkherhardt. Herscher is wearing a
dark black suit with white buttoned shirt underneath topped off with
an orange tie. Herscher has the PVW American Title draped over his
left shoulder.]

Dean Hayes: With me right now is the current PVW American Champion,
Herscher von Donkerhardt. Herscher last time we saw you was at
Tradition V. At that time you stood next to me, told the fans of PVW
what your status was, and then issued a challenge to the man who put
you out of action, Marcus Manson. Can you tell us if anything has
changed since then.

HvD: Thank you Dean. At this time, I'm still waiting for clearance
from my doctors to wrestle, I don't know when this will be but i hope
it will be soon. Since I have issued the challenge for a title match
to Marcus Manson I have yet to hear if he has responded or not. I have
not heard him make one comment regarding my challenge, and I am happy
that he hasn't.

Dean Hayes: Why would you be happy? Are you having second thoughts
about getting in the ring with him?

HvD: (Laughs) No Dean, quite the contrary. I am Happy that he has
chosen not to address the challenge in a taped segment after
Tradition,  or for Showcase. I am not interested in what he has to say
in any segment where Manson wants to talk tough and puff up his chest,
to try to show us he is full of more than just hot air. I'm not
interested in what he has to say in those circumstances. Likewise I'm
sure he is not interested in what I have to say right here. So I will
say nothing at this time.

Dean Hayes: So you don't want to hear what Manson has to say, and you
don't want to tell Manson what you are thinking, so why are you here?

HvD: I said I don't want to hear what Manson has to say in a taped
segment, and I don't have anything to say right here. I do want to
hear what Manson has to say, and I do have something to say to Manson,
but not here. I want to hear what Manson has to say, and I want to
tell him what I have to say, face to face. I am going to pay a little
visit to Mr. Manson during his match with Chris Hartt. I am telling
you this now, because unlike Manson I don't attack people from behind,
I do it directly.

Dean Hayes: Are you telling us here that you intend to interfere in
Manson's match, the same as he did to you when you faced William
Craven?

HvD: No Dean I will not interfere either, Marcus Manson will win or
lose his match due to his own actions. I will be there only to issue
my challenge to him in person and get an answer from him, by any mean
necessary.  I have no plans to fight with him. But if he decides to
take me on, we will find out just how miserable the Misery Machine
really is, in a fair fight. Thank you for this time Dean.

[Herscher shakes Deans hand and then walks out of the shot.]

Dean Hayes: Herscher von Donkerhardt, determined to have his challenge
answered. How that challenge gets answered remains to be seen. Back to
you guys.

[We cut back to ringside where Herk Douglas has already made it inside
the ring and ready to introduce our first match of the night.]

CL: Big words from our PVW American Champion, Hersher von Donkerhardt.

FH: It's about time he shows a little spine around here.  I was
starting to wonder if Marcus Manson knocked the manhood out of him.

CL: Tonight Manson takes on Chris Hartt for a shot at the Called Shot.
We can only expect that the PVW American Champion will be showing up
to get an answer to his challenge.

FH: And Marcus Manson will finish the job.

["The Voice" Herk Douglas stands in the ring with the microphone in
his hands.]

HD: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing
first... hailing from Pittsburgh, PA, at a combined weight of only a
mere five hundred pounds! They are the win brothers Houlihan, JD and
Devin... THE RENEGADES!

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

FH: Ha! They threw double rock!

CL: I'm sure they will work it out Fred.

FH: I'm not so certain.

CL: Look, Devin won.

FH: IT'S A MIRACLE!

HD: And their opponents...

[From the entrance portal, we see the trio appear. Leading the way is
"the Fashion Assassin" Tony Thomas. He prances up to the camera and
immediately begins running his mouth. Behind him appear "the Fashion
Industry's Worst Nightmare" Kip Butler and Kitty Von Braun.]

HD: Accompanied to the ring by their manager, Kitty Von Braun. Here
are "the Fashion Industry's Worst Nightmare" Kip Butler and "the
Fashion Assassin" Tony Thomas... _HOLLYWOOD BY NIGHT_!

[As the camera pulls back, Tony Thomas keeps pace. Kip Butler and
Kitty Von Braun head to the ring behind Thomas. Thomas turns his back
to the camera, not losing a step, and points to the back of his jacket
with his thumb. A moment later, we Thomas turn and dart passed the
camera and slide into the ring under the bottom rope. Kip Butler and
Kitty Von Braun get to the ringside area, Butler allowing the manager
to ascend the steps to the ring apron first. Thomas climbs onto the
second buckle and raises both arms in the air as Butler holds the
ropes open for Von Braun. She steps into the ring and is quickly
followed by Butler. Butler sheds his jacket and takes one glance
around the arena as Von Braun claps her approval. Their music stops as
Thomas sheds his jacket and tosses it to Von Braun. She exits the ring
as Hollywood by Night go to their corner.]

FH: So I think Herk is off his game a bit, Chip.

CL: How so?

FH: He did the math on Renegades' weight but not for Hollywood by
NIght!

CL: The man has to introduce allot of matches, Fred. Ease off there!

FH: I DEMAND CONSISTENCY!

[Tony heads to the ring apron while Kip stays in the ring. Devin
stretches and nods his head. Referee Lou Crowe motions to the time
keeper..]

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

PVW - HEATWAVE - TAG TEAM ACTION
Hollywood by Night v. The Renegades

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

*DING*DING*DING*


[POP]

CL: And this match is officially..

FH: Cut the Chuck Morgan stuff, Chip!

[Devin and Kip circled one another then they locked up in the middle
of the ring. Devin slaps a side headlock on Butler who pushes his
opponent to the ropes and whips him off across the ring. As Devin
bounces off the ropes Butler charges with a clothesline but Devin
ducks the blow. Kip spins around right into the arms of his opponent
who scoops him up, walks over to his corner and slams the big man
down.]

[POP]

[Devin tags in JD who grabs the top rope and leaps in dropping a knee
on Butler's chest. JD pulls Kip up and puts a front facelock and then
gives a wink to Kitty on the outside.]

FH: Did you see what a lurid gesture he just made?!

CL: A wink is a lurid gesture?

FH: It was DRIPPING with luridness! I should know!

CL: I doubt it was a wink like that.

FH: Chip, it was exactly like the ones your wife gives me.

CL: ...

[JD goes for a vertical suplex but Butler struggles free, lands behind
the pretty boy of the Renegades and hooks him from behind, going for a
Belly to Back Suplex but JD surprises Kip by struggling free himself,
landing behind Butler and taking the large man down with an arm bar
but Tony Thomas scrambles in the ring and boots JD in the head to
break the hold.]

FH: I'm glad someone was putting a stop to the dirty tricks JD was
using!

CL: He was using a perfectly legal hold, Fred.

FH: It's only legal when your wife and me use it on each other. Any
other situation.. totally illegal.

[Lou Crowe orders Thomas back to the apron but Butler heads over that
way with his partner and both men huddle a bit discussing strategy.
Devin and JD look at each other then Uncle Sid, pointing at what's
going on in the other corner, then JD runs over, grabs both Kip and
Tony by their heads and knocks their heads together!]

[BIG POP]

CL: Double Noggin Knocker!

FH: There was no reason to do that! Can't two tag team partners
discuss a bit without having someone ambush them?

[JD whips Kip to the ropes but Butler reverses into a knee to JD's
midsection, doubling the Houlihan over. Butler tags in Thomas who goes
for a leaping enziguiri kick on JD but the Renegade ducks the kick!
Tony scrambles to his feet right into the arms of JD who hooks him and
hits a Belly To Bell Suplex!]

[SUPLEX POP]

[JD then goes for a Back Mounted Chinlock but Kitty reaches under the
ropes to slap at the canvas and yell some insults at JD. The pretty
boy Houlihan blows a kiss to Kip's wife, which does not make Butler
happy at all as he proceeds to scramble in the ring and try to throw a
right hand at JD but Lou Crowe jumps in the way. Devin scrambles into
the ring and things are ready to go off now.]

CL: Looks like tempers are fixing to boil over!

FH: What do you expect with some Yee Haws named the Renegades in a
match.

CL: You make them sound like country folk when they are nothing like
that.

FH: It's in the name, Chip! You can not argue with the name!

[Devin gets in Kip's face which leads to Butler shoving Devin and
Devin rearing back and throwing a punch at Kip. JD releases Thomas and
goes to help his brother. Kitty complains from outside the ring while
Uncle Sid gives her a wink!]

FH: They're ALL perverts!

[Tony jumps to his feet and now all four men are brawling!]

[BIG POP]

CL: And things have boiled over.

FH: You sound so happy with your prediction. Congratulations, Chip.

[Thomas hits JD with some chops to the chest while Devin and Kip
exchange punches. Crowe tries to restore order but so far no one is
paying much attention to him. JD smacks some chops back on Tony and
then hit a Swinging Neckbreaker while Crowe finally gets both Devin
and Kip back to their respective corners.]

CL: Lou Crowe has restored order.

FH: The only order he restores is the one he places to catering.

[JD tries to put a Wakigatame armbar on Thomas but he struggles free
and goes for a sleeperhold on the Renegade, but JD grabs Tony by the
head and drops down with a jawbreaker breaking the sleeper attempt!]

[POP]

[JD drags Thomas to the corner and tags in Devin. JD twists Tony's arm
before Devin comes off the 2nd turnbuckle with a double axe handle to
the shoulder sending Thomas down to the canvas. Devin then runs off
the rope to go for a clothesline but Kitty stealthily reaches in and
grabs his foot causing the Renegade to stumble. Devin spins around,
glaring at Kitty..]

FH: WATCH OUT KITTY! They'll smack broads!

CL: Broads?!

FH: You know.. Chicks. Dames. Girls.

CL: Poor, poor Fred.

[Devin turns back around only to get an Enziguiri to the back of the
head from Tony. Thomas quickly tags in Butler who scrambles in and
stomps away at Devin.]

[BOOS]

[Butler then yanks Devin up and puts him over his shoulder and begins
to run, going for a Running Powerslam, but the punk Houlihan struggles
free and shoves Kip into a corner.]

[POP]

[Butler staggers out backwards and Devin spins him around, hooks him
then throws him over with a BIG T-Bone Suplex!]

[BIG POP]

CL: What a suplex by Devin!

FH: I'm pretty sure he pulled on the tights to do that suplex.

CL: Devin is going for the cover..

[Before Crowe can make the count though Thomas is in booting Devin
upside the head. The ref orders Thomas back to his corner while Kitty
complains. Devin scoops Butler up and walks to the corner and hits a
Pendulum Backbreaker then tagged in his brother JD, who leaps in and
hits a jumping knee drop on Butler.]

CL: The Renegades have definitely had the better of the match so far.

FH: Because of their constant cheating and threatening violence on
women.

[JD tries to put a Reverse Ankle Lock on Kip but the big man reaches
the ropes quickly forcing a break. JD pulls Butler to his feet and
goes to whip him to the ropes when Von Braun complains about illegal
use of the ropes. JD stops to tell her that she could use more make up
and less clothes which draws angry insults from Kitty and a BACKDROP
DRIVER from Butler who caught the distracted JD!]

[BOOS]

FH: Well, he's dead.

CL: What a Backdrop Driver! JD could be seriously hurt!

FH: That's what he gets for saying inappropriate stuff to gals!

CL: Gals?! Is this a gangster movie from the 20's?

[Sid and Devin look concerned as JD holds his head and rolls around.
Kip glares down at his opponent then grabs him by a leg and drags him
to HbN's corner. Kip tags out to Thomas and Tony climbs in and runs
across the ring to jump in Devin's face! Lou Crowe jumps in the middle
and is trying to restore calm between those two. Meanwhile though
Butler is choking JD on the bottom rope while Kitty gets a few PUNCHES
in on the pretty boy!]

[BIG BOOS]

FH: That is good teamwork, the sign of a good marriage.

CL: It.. It could be a sign of a strong bond between spouses but
nothing about this is good!

FH: You are just jealous aren't you? You wish your wife was that
strongly on your side.

CL: There is nothing wrong in my marriage Fred.

FH: She complains allot to me while we're together.

CL: Hey!

FH: Well someone needs to tell you!

[Butler and his wife break off their attack just in time as Thomas
stops his distraction and heads back to JD. Uncle Sid complains to Lou
Crowe but the referee tries to keep focused on the match. Thomas hits
a Running Kneelift on JD and follows it up with three punches to the
face. Crowe gets on his case about the punches but Tony ignores the
ref and tags in Kip. Butler climbs in and both men grab JD from behind
and.. DOUBLE BELLY TO BACK SUPLEX!]

CL: JD is taking some big drops on his head in this match, he could be
in allot of trouble.

FH: He was in trouble the moment this match was signed!

[Kip yanks JD up, hooks him and hits a BIG Pump Handle Slam! Butler
then drapes JD over the bottom rope and puts his weight on top of JD
with his knee, choking him on the bottom rope. Lou Crowe puts a count
but Devin comes scrambling into the ring. Crowe goes to stop Devin and
with the referee's back turned Kitty takes off one of her shoes and
hits JD between the eyes with it!]

[MASSIVE BOOS]

CL: That was dastardly!

FH: Who is talking like an old movie now?

[Devin climbs back out onto the apron at Sid's requests, and Butler
pulls JD from the ropes, puts a standing headscissors, lifts his
opponent up and.. PILEDRIVER!]

CL: JD is in real trouble now! That backdrop driver earlier, the
double belly to back suplex and now this Piledriver..

FH: Lots of drops right on his noggin!

[Butler goes for the cover, Lou Crowe gets in position to make the
count but Devin runs in and boots Kip upside the head to break up the
count before it can really start.]

[POP]

[Kitty complains from outside which leads to Uncle Sid complaining
about her, all of which annoys Lou Crowe. Butler tags in his partner
and then Tony climbs to the top and Kip tosses his partner off the top
onto JD with a Rocket Launcher.]

FH: Hollywood Spotlight!

CL: This looks bad for The Renegades.

FH: We are sounding more and more like some old radio commentary or
something.

[Thomas then puts the Hollywood Crab on JD. Crowe asks the Renegade if
he wants to give up but he shakes his head no.]

CL: This is a painful crab hold...

FH: There is no such thing as a non-painful crab hold, Chip.

[JD struggles towards the ropes but as he gets close to them, Butler
climbs in the ring and gestures towards Devin. The punk half of the
Renegades leaps in the ring to get at Butler but Crowe goes to stop
him and push him back to his corner. So the referee doesn't see JD
grab the ropes. He doesn't see Kip run over and drop a knee on JD's
head and Thomas drag JD back to the middle of the ring and reapply the
Hollywood Crab.]

[BIG BIG BOOS]

FH: If only it was big big boo-

CL: FRED!

FH: What? I was just talking about boots!

CL: Oh.. My apologies.

[Fred snickers while Devin gets back on the apron and Crowe asks JD if
he wants to give up. Again JD shakes his head "No" and he struggles
for the ropes. Thomas breaks the hold before JD can reach the ropes
and he drops a quick elbow on the Houlihan and then drags JD to the
corner and tags in Kip. Butler climbs in and puts the standing
headscissors on JD and yanks him up in a powerbomb as Thomas waits to
finish off the double team move but JD begins raining punches down on
Butler trying to escape!]

[BIG POP]

[JD struggles free from the double team attempt and lands in front of
Kip but his back is to Thomas who decks him from behind to the
protests of Uncle Sid.]

[BOOS]

FH: Thems the breaks.

CL: Heartless!

[Butler thanks his partner then drags JD out of the corner and slaps a
bear hug on him. He tries to squeeze the breath out of his opponent
but JD rears his arms back and... BOXES BOTH OF KIP'S EARS BREAKING
THE HOLD!]

[BIG POP]

[Kip grabs his ears which allows JD the opportunity to grab Butler by
the head and drop down.. WITH A JAWBREAKER!]

[POP]

CL: JD is trying to fight out of this situation! All he needs to do
now is make the tag to Devin!

FH: You must look down on our audience allot Chip, you think you have
to spell the obvious out to them.

[Butler rubs his jaw while JD struggles to his feet and stumbles
towards his corner where.. HE MAKES THE TAG TO DEVIN!]

[BIG POP]

[Devin leaps into the ring and as soon as Butler pops to his feet he's
back down thanks to a Lariat Clothesline from the Renegade! Thomas
scrambles into the ring and charges at Devin only to have his wild
swing ducked and be lifted up and backdown with a Sidewalk Slam!]

[BIG POP]

[Butler gets to his feet and is greeted with a boot to the midsection
doubling him over and leading to.. Double Arm DDT! Uncle Sid pumps a
fist into the air while Kitty slaps the ring apron and complains to
the referee.]

CL: Devin is cleaning house!

FH: He is? I hope he does a better job than your wife did, she left a
bit too much dust on my libraries.

CL: ....

[As Devin pulls Thomas up to his feet a red blur flies over the ropes
and KNOCKS THE RENEGADE TO THE CANVAS!]

CL: Hey!

FH: Los Corazones! FANTASTICO!

*DING DING DING*

[Lou Crowe calls for the bell as Rojo rains punches down on Devin. JD
tries to scramble into the ring but Blanco appears, grabs JD's leg and
yanks him off the apron to the floor outside where Blanco stomps
away.]

CL: This is going to be a Disqualification win for The Renegades..

FH: Que?! That's not fair!

[Thomas walks over to Crowe, complaining that it's not their fault Los
Corazones have attacked the Renegades. Meanwhile Blanco is choking
Devin with his boot while Blanco is choking JD on the floor outside
with his knee. Uncle Sid goes up to Blanco and SHOVES him off of JD!]

[HUGE POP]

[Only for Blanco to SHOVE Uncle Sid to the floor!]

[MASSIVE BOOS]

CL: UNBELIEVABLE!

FH: I know! The restraint Blanco is showing! I would've decked that
old perv!

[Lou Crowe scrambles out of the ring to check on Uncle Sid while Kip,
Tony and Kitty shake their heads. Rojo looks up from choking Devin to
see if Hollywood By Night are going to react but Tony shakes his head
and..]

TT: You're fight. Take 'em out.

[Rojo nods his head and continues to choke Devin.]

CL: What.. What are they doing? Why doesn't Hollywood By Night help
the Renegades?

FH: Are you really that dense, Chip?

CL: They can't just walk away and leave them to this!

FH: They can and they are!

[Indeed the tag team begin making their way towards the back. Kip and
Tony turn around to take one more look at Los Corazones punching,
choking and stomping on The Renegades which probably was not the best
idea for them.]

*CLANG* *CLANG*

CL: THE PROPHETS!

FH: Angry Old Men! AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

[Shadoe and Derek Rage bend chairs over the back of Kip and Tony's
heads and the two men fall on the entrance ramp holding their heads.
Kitty is first in shock then looks ready to jump on both of the Rages
when Pizazz grabs her by her arms from behind and restrains her!]

CL: This is MADNESS! We have Los Corazones assaulting The Renegades in
the ring and now the Prophets of Rage are attacking Hollywood By Night
with chairs!

FH: I blame this all on Foley. His win over our President, CEO and
King at Tradition has upset the balance of all reality!

CL: Finally, here comes help!

FH: Someone is reversing that miscarriage of justice?

CL: No, Fred, officials are swarming out here! Use your eyes man!

FH: I've been using them plenty on the pictures your wife sends me on
my Blackberry.

[Officials swarm out to the ring and to the entrance ramp trying to
restore order. Blanco and Rojo try to angrily get past the officials
to attack the Renegades some more but they're held back. Shadoe and
Derek lay some verbal smackdowns upon the laid out Kip and Tony before
heading to the back.]

CL: The tag team division continues to heat up each and every week.
Soon and I mean _real_ soon the Corazones and the Renegades are going
to have to end this.  I am not sure if they are going to be able to
make it to End Game!

FH: It appears that the Prophets have issues with Hollywood by Night
now too.

CL: While things get cleared here at ring side lets go backstage
again.

FH: Let's hope Dean has something worth a darn for us this time.

[Scene opens to backstage where "Swinging" Dean Hayes is standing by
with the small Mexican masked man known as Senor Cloak Dos.]

DH: Folks with me right now is the luchadore sensation who scored the
winning pinfall for his team on Tradition five, Senor Cloak Dos.

SCD: Hola, Senor Hayes.

DH: Hello! Now, Dos, after your match on Tradition Five, Christian
Copeland hit you in the back of the head with a hammer! I have to ask,
how are you feeling?

SCD: Senor Hayes, Cristiano and his friend Smacky are a dangerous duo!
Senor Copeland's amigo struck me hard from behind, I am lucky to be on
my feet at all!

[The luchadore seems to be leaning towards his right a bit but then he
straightens himself up.]

SCD: More than the pain, headaches, blinding lights the blow has left
me with I regret not being able to help mi amigos! Senor AsH was
handcuffed by "Pequeno" Tyson..

DH: Pequeno?!

SCD: Si, because he is young.

DH: Oh!

SCD: And then Tysonito was bashing mi amigo with a chair! Senor Black
was inflecting all that pain to Senor Sinister. Senor Ryder was spiked
into the floor with that horribly named move by Senor Biz aka he who
hates masks.

[Cloak Dos shakes his head, then grabs his head, trembles a bit, then
steadies himself.]

DH: Are you alright?

SCD: Si, Senor Hayes. I just feel tremendous disappointment that I was
not able to help out mi amigos. If it was not for the low blow by he
who hates masks and Cristiano's hammer.. Maybe I could have made the
difference for mi amigos.

DH: Well that was Tradition Five, Dos, tonight though you go one on
one against Nevermind. The winner qualifies for the Called Shot match
at End Games.

SCD: Si, Senor Hayes. allot is on the line tonight.

DH: Everything is on the line, Dos! Your opponent is a beast!

[The luchadore holds on to Dean's shoulder and hangs his head and
shivers a bit while holding his head.]

DH: Are you in any shape to compete tonight?!

[Cloak Dos lifts up his head and nods.]

SCD: Senor Hayes, let me correct you. My opponent is not a beast.. He
is a king! El Rey! "El Rey de Nada" he calls himself but that name
does not fit him. He has such a well of strength and power and
ability, he definitely has much more than nothing. Going up against a
king.. It is a difficult mountain for anyone to climb. But climb it I
must, Senor Hayes.

[The luchadore steadies himself and stands upright.]

SCD: Mi amigos, they are counting on me. All the little ones who come
out to the shows wearing my mask, they are cheering and clapping for
me to make their hopes and dreams come true. They think I am a
superhero because of the mask, the cape, the flying around. I want all
of mi amigos out there to know one thing.. I am no superhero. I have
no super powers. On my own, I am just a man wearing a mask fighting in
a ring.

[Dos lifts up a finger.]

SCD: But when you add this one man, Senor Hayes, to all the support,
love and cheers of his amigos, wearing his mask.. Then.. Then WE
become a superhero! Alone I can accomplish nothing, but with mi amigos
support I can accomplish anything because of them.

[The luchadore points offscreen.]

SCD: THEY have the super powers! And I owe everything to them!
Cristiano..

[Cloak looks directly at the camera.]

SCD: You have tried to damage me so I can not complete this connection
that creates the magic. But there is NOTHING you can do to me, Senor
Copeland, that compares to some of the things mi amigos have to battle
every single day. There is NOTHING you can do to me, Cristiano y
Smacky, that can compare with mi amigos sacrificing their time and
energy to make our connection happen in that ring!

[Cloak leans against Hayes again and Dean looks around nervously.]

DH: Dos! I don't think you are good to go, amigo!

[The luchadore steadies himself upright again.]

SCD: It's just some white noise from the lights, Senor Hayes.

DH: W-white noise from the lights?!

SCD: Es nada! Amigos.. Let us show Cristiano that we can overcome his
amigo Smacky and their violence. For our lost amigo Smacky Dos! For
all that is on the line! I am just a man wearing a mask going to fight
a king. But on my side are amigos with super powers. El Rey de Nada,
prepare to say hello to me and my little friends!
[Dos pumps a fist into the air.]

SCD: VIVA! VAMANOS! ARRIBA!

[The luchadore then grabs his head and walks off screen.]

DH: Senor Cloak Dos SOUNDS fired up for this one but.. He does not
LOOK well! Back to you, Chip!

[Cut back to ring side as Spotlights begin to shine on the top of the
stage as "For The Love of Money" by The Bulletboys begins to play over
the PA system.]

"WOOOOOOO!"

[As the guitar part kicks, the fans get antsy over the arrival of one
of the most hated men in professional wrestling.]

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

[The backstage curtains part once more and out walks The Biz,
wearing a pair of grey dress pants, a dark button up dress shirt to
match and shiny black shoes. Behind his right ear, we can see the
Bluetooth headset he's always talking into.]

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

['The Biz' begins to walk down the aisle to the ring and refuses to
even acknowledge the fans as he heads to the ring.]

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

[Once he reaches the ringside area, 'The Biz' climbs the steps and
enters the ring, the fans booing out on all sides around him as the
music fades out. He proceeds to unbutton his dress shirt and remove
his pants to reveal his fight attire -- a pair of black fighter
shorts, black kickpads and black boots.]

HD: STANDING IN THE RING AT THIS TIME!  FROM NEW YORK CITY, NEW
YORK...


HE WEIGHS IN AT 200 POUNDS.... HE IS


        MIKE

                "THE BIZ"


                            BISIGNANOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!



[MASSIVE HEEL HEAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

HD: And his opponent ....

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

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

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

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

*FLASH FLASH FLASH FLASH*

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

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

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

"A leap of faith"

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

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

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

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

PVW - HEATWAVE - ONE ON ONE ACTION
AsH v. Mike Bisignano

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

*DING*DING*DING*


CL: ASH IS WASTING NO TIME IN UNLOADING ON THE BIZ!

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

FH: Do something referee!  He's damaging The Biz's perfect face!

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

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

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

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

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

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

CL: OH!  The Biz caught AsH with an elbow to the gut!

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

FH: Now it's going to get good...The Biz is in charge and AsH is about
to be sent home!

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

FH: I...

CL: Don't answer that!

[As The Biz dusts himself off after the blows AsH gave him, he goes
over to his The Cruiserweight Icon and brings him to his feet.
Without any warning, The Biz nearly slices AsH'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, The Biz drives an
elbow into AsH's midsection and, with AsH doubled over, The Biz grabs
him and drives him face-first into his knee...]

FH: Not only is The Biz going to send AsH packing...he's also going to
send him to the damn dentist!

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

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

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

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

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

FH: I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!  DO SOMETHING BIZ!

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


!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




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

CL: AsH might be able to put The Biz away here in a moment!

FH: Not bloody likely!

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

FH: SEE!  The Biz was just waiting for the right time to come back!

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

CL: GOOD LORD!  AsH hit the mat like a ton of bricks after that
dropkick to the leg by The Biz!

[The Biz doesn't give AsH any time to endure the pain as he quickly
picks AsH up and sends him straight back down to the mat with a
textbook gut-wrench suplex.  With AsH down, The Biz 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 AsH's throat with a breathtaking springboard somersault
leg-drop!]

CL: A beautiful aerial move by The Biz hits AsH straight in his
throat!

FH: I'd like to see old AsH boy try and pull that off!

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

FH: HAH!  AsH fell right into The Biz's plan on that one!

[The Biz is now kicking away at AsH's midsection and even the leg he
took out with the dropkick.  As The Biz breaks away from this assault,
he brings AsH up to his feet and clocks him with another forearm shot
to the face. AsH is stunned once again by the shot and, as a result,
The Biz 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!

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

FH: SUICIDE DIVE BY THE BIZ!

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

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

CL: That was a vicious shot The Biz took....and it looks like he is
busted open as a result!

FH: NO!  That perfect face of his can't be busted open!

[AsH sees the blood pouring from The Biz's skull and goes in like a
shark after its next victim.  He quickly brings The Biz to his feet
and sends him flying into the steel ring post...garnishing more and
more cheers from the crowd.  As The Biz stumbles around, AsH grabs him
and sends him straight to the concrete with a textbook vertical
suplex...]

CL: The Biz is in la-la land right now while AsH is on cloud nine as a
result!

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

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

FH: BIZ..CAN YOU HERE ME...YOU ARE BETTER THAN THIS AND YOU ARE BETTER
THAN HIM!

[As Hoyle yells encouragement at The Biz, AsH goes over to the
timekeeper's table and grabs an empty steel chair which prompts the
crowd to go absolutely insane.  Once The Biz gets up from the announce
table, he walks right into a swift kick to the gut by the
cruiserweight Icon. Rather than waiting AsH, though, is quick to pick
The Biz up and toss him back into the ring...along with the steel
chair.]

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

[Now back in the ring, AsH drives a stiff boot into The Biz's back
before picking him up.  With The Biz in his control and the chair
somewhere in the corner of the ring, AsH places The Biz between his
legs and...]

CL: OH MY LORD!  ASH JUST SPIKED THE BIZ WITH A CRADLE PILEDRIVER!!!

[AsH SPIKES and I mean SPIKES The Biz with a vicious cradle piledriver
in the center of the ring as the crowd erupts!  The Biz is basically
out cold at this point while AsH covers him for the win...]


!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




!!! THREE !!!




CL: HE GOT HIM!

FH: NO!  NO HE DIDN'T!  THE REF IS SAYING THAT THE BIZ KICKED OUT!

[The crowd gasps as the referee is stating that The Biz kicked out at
the last possible moment in the count.  AsH looks a bit ticked off as
a result but, he decides to take the anger out on The Biz.  He quickly
brings The Biz to his feet and drives a stiff forearm shot across The
Biz's face. With The Biz stunned, AsH tosses him into the turnbuckle
corner. Wasting no time, AsH picks up the steel chair and...]

CL: HERE COME ASH WITH THE STEEL CHAIR!!!!

FH: NO!!!!  THE BIZ SOMEHOW ROLLED OUT OF THE RING AND ASH WENT
STERNUM FIRST INTO THE CORNER WHILE HOLDING THAT STEEL CHAIR.

[AsH charges in at The Biz with the chair but The Biz slide outside of
the ring and onto the apron.  As AsH drops the chair, The Biz comes
back in the ring, grabs AsH, spins him around, and takes him down with
a belly to belly suplex...]

FH: And now The Biz is pissed as hell!

[The Biz quickly wipes the blood off of his face and scrapes AsH up
and puts him on his knees.  He has AsH by the hair and, in a
disgusting display, drives his elbow straight down on AsH's nose...]

CL: GOOD GOD!  THAT WAS SICK!

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

CL: And there goes The Biz back on AsH's leg!

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

FH: Ah this is perfect...the S.O.B. in The Biz is back out and AsH is
paying dearly for it!

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


!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




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

CL: Powerbomb attempt by The Biz...NO!  AsH COUNTERS WITH A
HURRICANRANA!  HE HOOKS THE LEGS AND THERE'S THE PIN!


!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




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


!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




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

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

CL: AsH with the neckbreaker but both he and The Biz are down on the
mat!

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

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

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

[The Biz stumbles around a bit after the head butt and it allows AsH
to
get a second wind.  As The Biz walks around, AsH is trying to catch
his breathe and as The Biz turns around he is meet by a superkick to
the jaw. However The Biz doesn't goes down but goes straight into the
corner. The Biz is being held up by the ropes in the corner as AsH
goes charging towards him but The Biz sees it coming.  The Biz comes
running out of the corner and meets AsH in the center of the ring with
a spear but AsH somehow gets an arm around the head of The Biz and
drives him into the mat with a DDT like maneuver...]

CL: Good lord!  Both men are really giving it there all here tonight.

[With The Biz nearly out cold, AsH is the first one to start stirring.
AsH is back on his feet and looks out at the crowd before picking The
Biz up and placing him in position for a fireman's carry...]

FH: HAH!  LOOK AT THAT!

CL: OH DEAR GOD!  AsH's leg just buckled under The Biz's weight!

FH: Are you calling The Biz fat?

CL: Nope just saying The Biz was smart to work on that leg...

[The crowd is horrified as AsH doubles over grabbing at his leg as The
Biz has now slide off the back of AsH and sneaks behind AsH and kicks
at the leg but AsH must of sensed him there and he jumps over the kick
and then goes for a clothesline but The Biz ducks that and then a
sunset flip over AsH for a quick cover...]


!!! ONE !!!


CL: The Biz is grabbing the tights as AsH is trying desperately to
kick out

FH: No he is not Chip you must need better glasses...


!!! TWO !!!


CL: THE BIZ HAS THE TIGHTS AND IS GONNA STEAL THIS ONE!!!


!!! THREE !!!


HD: The winner of this match ..... THE BIZ!!!

CL: THE BIZ CHEATED THIS MATCH AND YOU SEE ASH TRYING TO PLEAD HIS
CASE TO THE REFERRE.

FH: LET'S SAY HE DID CHEAT WELL MORE POWER TO HIM BECAUSE HE DIDN'T
GET CAUGHT.

[The two men roll away.  The Biz to the outside with his arm raised
high as AsH sits on his knees in the middle of the ring looking up at
the referee just shaking his head.]

CL: You can see the frustration in the face of AsH.  But he isn't the
type to complain.

FH: Nice guys always finish last, Chip.

CL: They sure did in this match here tonight.  Things are starting to
spiral and heat up around the PVW TV title hunt.  Tonight Tyson Cain
goes back up against his child hood idol, Sinister.

FH: If Tyson Cain wins that will change the whole landmark of End Game
and the TV Title hunt.

CL: Lets return backstage with Dean Hayes who has information on the
"investigation".

[We cut backstage where Dean Hayes is standing alone.]

DH: Thank you guys.  As you know all week I was following leads and
digging into rumors.  It kept pointing back to one man ... A legend in
this business, Edwin Winston IV.

[GASPING POP IN THE ARENA.]

DH: However when I finally located his where abouts I was quickly
turned down for any interview.  Now I don't know if that is admitting
guilt or just plain old "get lost" talk.  However I have been unable
to secure any type of word from Mr. Winston IV.

[Dean Hayes shakes his head, but continues.]

DH: After that my luck didn't get any better.  I tried to track down
Jason Keening who was on vacation and unable to do an interview.

[KEENING POP!]

DH: Just when things started to run dry.  I ran into a memo that was
from Dex Willingham himself stating that Jessica Marshall would pay
for leading the charge of SSN back early last year.  So I contacted
Mr. Willingham's office and he agreed to do a live interview later
tonight. Could this whole time be that we couldn't figure out who was
the man paying the Mercenary because it was right here inside the PVW
and further more the man who pays _ALL_ of us?

[You can hear the excitement in Dean Hayes voice.]

DH: I don't know if I am onto something or not guys, but something
seems a little fishy.  Back to you guys!

[The camera cuts to the referee's dressing room, where PVW champion
"Widowmaker'" Rick Marley is glimpsed, quietly entering...

The camera moves up to the cracked door, where it shows Marley talking
with Official Max Kelly.]

RM: I'm not asking you to do anything the fans don't want,
Kelly...just let 'em go at each other a bit harder...a  bit longer.
That's all.  Slow counts, no DQ, let things wander around the outside
if they want.

Ignore the obvious attempts by both guys to get themselves
DQ'd...'cause you KNOW it'll happen, right?

MK: I dunno...if the Willinghams find out...

RM: When have the Willinghams found out about HALF of what goes on
around here?  But even if they did, there's no harm in taking a
gratuity for a job well done...especially from someone not actually
involved in the match, right?

[Kelly looks conflicted as Marley shoves a stack of bills into his
hand.]

RM: Easiest money you ever made...and you can have a clear conscience.

MK: I don't know about this, Mr. Marley.

RM: Max...don't worry.  You need the money.  I've got the money.  This
way you don't even need to pay it back.  It's a win/win.

MK Unless I get fired.

RM: For doing your job?  That's unlikely.  Just remember, Kelly...the
match goes long, and it goes bloody.  You win, I win, and the fans
win.

MK: I don't feel like I won...

[Marley smiles, placing a hand on his shoulder.]

RM: That's really unimportant...the *I* win part is the one that
matters...just remember that and everything will be fine.

MK: And if I forget?

[Marley's smile melted as he locked eyes with Kelly].

RM: Don't...

[The camera lingers on the two of them for a few moments more before
cutting away..

Cut back to a familiar guitar riff blasts across the arena from the
loudspeakers, followed by a few driving drum beats and finally the
power chords that signal the opening of Nirvana's "Smells Like Teen
Spirit" trigger a loud chorus of boos and jeers from the crowd. After
a few moments, the man known only as Nevermind walks calmly through
the curtain and stands on the stage. His long, greasy black hair hangs
down over his eyes, and a thick, unkempt beard covers his face and
hangs down several inches below his jawline. He is dressed in a black
kilt, and his combat boots are held together by thick strips of silver
duct tape. A greying and dingy flannel is wrapped around his waist by
the sleeves and his torso is garbed in the only item of clothing of
his that appears to be relatively clean -- a brand new black t-shirt
with the words "King of Nothing" in white block letters across the
chest. He stands there, staring out blankly towards the ring as the
words written upon his t-shirt appear on the over-sized screen
behind him. The caption vanishes from the screen and is replaced by
the single word "nevermind..." in small white letters upon a black
screen.]

HD: Introducing first from Seattle, Washington... Standing 6 feet, 5
inches tall and weighing in at 270 pounds ... this is ...


!!!	NEVERMIND	!!!


[Nevermind begins to walk down the aisle, ignoring the catcalls and
angry shouts directed at him from all sides. Upon reaching the ring,
he rolls lazily under the bottom rope and crawls over to his corner
where he merely sits on the mat, leaning against the turnbuckles.]

CL: Nevermind made his successful debut at Tradition five, even though
one has to chalk up a part of that win to Larry Gionet.

FH: Who would have ever thought I would be proud of Gionet but it was
about time he became a man! But you can't credit everything to Gionet,
Chip. Nevermind is a former champion ... a true champion is now a part
of PVW, not like that midget Doc Holliday.

CL: Nevermind showed that he was a formidable force in the ring at
Tradition he hopes to continue that as he tries to qualify for the
Called Shot at End Game.

["La Camisa Negra" by Juanes begins to play over the PA and the
curtains part and out walks a masked figure in a hooded cape who holds
his head as he strides out onto the entrance ramp. He strikes a super
hero pose and holds it for a moment before grabbing his head, leaning
to his right, then straightening himself up and beginning his walk
towards the ring.]

HD: And his opponent hails from Parts Unknown and weighs in at one
hundred and ninety five pounds ... this is ...


!!!	SENOR CLOAK DOS	!!!

[Senor Cloak Dos gives high fives to the young fans and  makes sure to
give a little embrace to the ones who are wearing a replica mask. He
stops at one point to lean on the guard railing, fans giving him pats
on the back. He thanks them then continues to the ring where he rolls
onto the ring apron and under the ropes and then gets to his feet and
strikes a super hero pose yet again as the music fades out.]

CL: The fans young this youngster ...

FH: I can't figure out why. I mean only cheats and criminals wear
masks!

CL: Los Corazones wear masks and you seem to like them.

FH: They were disfigured by acid!

CL: What are you talking about?

FH: it's the truth!

CL: Okay, Fred. Senor Cloak Dos looking good dispute the fact he was
nailed upside the head with Smacky by Christian Copeland.

FH: Again how could you tell, Chip? He's wearing a mask.

CL: Senor Cloak Dos has a big task ahead of him today as he attempts
to qualify for the Called Shot, Fred. But you have to know that
Copeland is on his mind.


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

PVW - HEATWAVE - CALLED SHOT QUALIFIER
Senor Cloak Dos v. Nevermind

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


*DING*DING*DING*

[The two men lock-up in the center of the ring and Nevermind easily
uses his size advantage to shove the smaller Cloak Dos into the ropes.
Nevermind does not waste a minute and just drives a right hand into
the side of Dos' head snapping it hard to the side. Max Kelly is
quickly there though and screams at Nevermind to open the hand.]

CL: I can't even tell if Nevermind is even listening to Max Kelly as
he just stares at the fans.

[Nevermind quickly grabs the head of Cloak Dos and it's obvious he is
going for the mask.]

CL: Nevermind trying to pull the mask off of Cloak Dos.

FH: Will we see who is under the mask?

[Nevermind pulls at the mask again but Cloak Dos catches him with a
forearm to the jaw and quickly steps to the side and adjusts the mask
as Nevermind turns towards him again. Cloak Dos ducks under a
clothesline and catches Nevermind in the back with a dropkick forcing
Nevermind into the ropes.]

CL: Cloak Dos drives his forearm into the small of Nevermind's back
and spins him around driving the forearm into the jaw of Nevermind.

FH: The midget Mexican grabs Nevermind by the arm and whips him across
the ring ...

[The crowd pops as Cloak Dos catches Nevermind across the head with a
spinning heel kick. Cloak quickly to his feet and drops him knee
across the chest of Nevermind and is back to his feet and rushes to
the ropes ...]

CL: Springboard moonsault!

[Cloak tries to hook the leg of Nevermind but Nevermind fights to his
feet and swings a wild right hand at Cloak who blocks it and grabs
hold of it. He leaps up and hooks his leg around Nevermind's other
arm.]

CL: Crucifix roll-up by Cloak!



!!! ONE !!!





!!! TWO !!!



FH: Nevermind kicks out.!

CL: Both men are back to their feets and Cloak with another dropkick
that catches Nevermind.

FH: But the king of nothing barely moves and he reaches down to grab
Cloak ...

CL: Who rolls out of the way and back to his feet.

[The crowd applauds Cloak's quickness and Cloak rushes at Nevermind,
who drops his head. Cloak leapfrogs Nevermind and hits the far
side ropes, Nevermind turns around and raises his leg to kick Cloak,
but Cloak slides under the leg of Nevermind and spins Nevermind around
as he lowers his leg.]


"___TTTHHHWWWAAAPPP___"


"___TTTHHHWWWAAAPPP___"


CL: Quick knife edge chops from Cloak and he pushes Nevermind into the
ropes.

[Cloak grabs the arm of Nevermind and attempts to whip him across the
ring but Nevermind reverses it into a short arm clothesline and drills
Cloak Dos to the mat with it.]

FH: Cloak's head was nearly taken off there!

[Nevermind quickly reaches down and grabs the head of Dos pulling him
into a side headlock.]

CL: Nevermind drives his right hand into Dos' head and then drags him
towards the ropes.

FH: Nevermind is treating Dos like a rag doll right now as he drags
Dos' masked face across the top rope.

[Nevermind releases the side head lock and grabs Dos by the back of
the head and slams his head into the top turnbuckle once, twice,
three, four times. As Nevermind releases the head of Dos, Dos quickly
grabs his head and stumbles into the center of the ring.]

CL: You can see the lingering effects of the hammer shot from Copeland
as Dos staggers in the ring.

[Nevermind stalks the smaller man and grabs him by the head once again
goes for the mask of Dos. Dos though again slams his forearm into the
jaw of Nevermind and follows up with a knee to the mid-section. The
crowd roars as Nevermind is doubled over and Dos grabs the head of
Nevermind with a side head lock.]

CL: Bulldog by Cloak Dos and the fans love it!

FH: They just love not seeing him walking in the ring like a drunk.

CL: Fred! Senor Cloak Dos may have a serious injury and you sit there
and say he's drunk?

FH: If he's injured than the medical staff of the PVW should have kept
him from wrestling.

[Cloak pulls Nevermind up and quickly applies a front chancery. CLoak
tries for a DDT but Nevermind uses his size advantage to shove Cloak
Dos off and into the ropes. Nevermind charges and Cloak takes him down
with a drop toe hold.]

CL: Nevermind is hung out to dry over the second rope.

[Nevermind stares out into the crowd who roars in support of Cloak Dos
as he rushes to the other of the ring and rebounds off of the far side
ropes. He leaps through the second and top rope while holding on to
the ropes ...]

CL: Vamanos Muchacho!

[SHOCKED POP!]

CL: Nevermind has caught the legs of Cloak Dos with his left arm ...

[Nevermind quickly stands, pulling Dos through the second and top rope
and flinging him to the mat across the ring. The crowd moans as Cloak
Dos hits the mat hard and he quickly grabs his head as Nevermind
stands just staring at Cloak Dos as he kicks the mat in pain.]

FH: Nevermind had that move scouted well.

CL: It was an impressive counter by Nevermind but Cloak Dos is in
pain.

[Nevermind pulls Cloak Dos up to his feet, but Dos quickly grabs the
top of Nevermind's head and drops to his knees.]

CL: Jawbreaker!

[Cloak Dos grabs his head and shakes it slowly as Nevermind is back to
his feet first.]

CL: Cloak Dos with a counter but I think it caused him more pain to
his head.

FH: Of course it did. I mean look Nevermind is first to his feet and
pulls Dos up by the laces of the mask.

[Nevermind once again grabs the laces of the mask as he tries to pull
the mask off of Dos, but Dos catches him with a knee to the mid-
section and drives his elbow into the back of Nevermind's head. He
grabs Nevermind with a front chancery and drives him into the mat with
a vicious DDT. The crowd roars in approval as Dos quickly heads the
ring apron and climbs to the top rope. Nevermind slowly pushes
himself to his feet.]

CL: Cloak Dos on the top rope ...

FH: And Nevermind is back to his feet ...

[CLoak Dos leaps.]

CL: High Cross Bodypress! Cloak takes Nevermind down and he hooks the
leg!



!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!



FH: And Nevermind with a kickout!

[The crowd moans is disappointment as Cloak Dos rolls to his feet and
pulls Nevermind to his feet. Nevermind though catches him with an
European uppercut and stands to his feet. He drives a right hand into
Cloak's head and then a second one. Cloak Dos though ducks the third
right hand and stumbles to one knee, holding his head. Nevermind spins
around
and goes to blast Cloak again but he rolls out of the way, hops to his
feet and Nevermind chases after him.]

FH: And Cloak Dos looks like the road runner right now as he's running
in fear from Nevermind!

[Cloak runs to a corner, springboards off the turnbuckles flipping
over Nevermind, landing behind him, and hitting a dropkick sending
Nevermind into the corner.]

CL: Senor Cloak Dos showing his speed there!

FH: He's like a Mexican jumping bean!

[Cloak grabs his head as he leans against the ropes. He shakes his
head slowly and rushes towards the corner but Nevermind moves and
Cloak hits the corner chest first and stumbles out. Nevermind charges
forward with a clothesline by Cloak Dos ducks. Nevermind though
quickly stops and spins around and catches Dos in the back of the head
sending him crashing to the mat.]

CL: And again Cloak Dos grabs the back of his head!

FH: He looks like he is convulsing in the ring!

[The crowd gasps as Cloak Dos trembles in the ring. The king of
nothing stares at him for a moment but doesn't stop his assault as he
begins to stomp away at the head and neck area of Cloak Dos.]


THUMP!

THUMP!

THUMP!

THUMP!


[Cloak Dos can barely cover up and Max Kelly grabs Nevermind and
shoves him back as he tries to make sure Nevermind is okay.]

CL: Max Kelly checking on Cloak Dos right now ...

FH: If Dos was smart he would give up right now.

[Nevermind shoves Max Kelly to the side and pulls Cloak Dos to his
feet.]

FH: Nevermind not giving Dos the chance to quit as he pulls him up and
whips him into the far side ropes.

[Nevermind catches Dos as he hits the ropes and drives him into the
mat with a spiking sidewalk slam.]

CL: Squatter Slam!

FH: Cloak Dos looks like a flattened bug right now!



!!! ONE !!!





!!! TWO !!!





!!! THR -- !!!



[FACE POP!]

CL: Cloak Dos kicks out!

[The crowd goes wild as Nevermind stares at Kelly and slowly pushes
himself to his feet. Nevermind just stares at Cloak Dos as he lays on
the mat.]

CL: What is going through the mind of Nevermind right now?

FH: That a question people have been asking for years!

[Nevermind grabs Cloak Dos and quickly pulls him to his feet and
drives his knee into Cloak's mid-section doubling him over. Nevermind
runs to the ropes and rebounds off of them ...]

CL: Swinging neckbreaker ... That's the Homewrecker!



!!! ONE !!!





!!! TWO !!!





!!! THRE -- !!!



[The crowd goes wild again as Cloak Dos once again kicks out!]

CL: And Dos kicks out!

FH: I don't believe it!

[Dos grabs his head and once again looks like he is convulsing on the
mat.]

CL: How much more can Cloak take though? Every time he hit the mat he
looks worse and worse.

FH: He was drilled by a hammer only a show ago! How can you think the
abuse that Nevermind is dishing out would allow him to get better?


!!!	DOS	!!!	!!!	DOS	!!!

!!!	DOS	!!!	!!!	DOS	!!!

!!!	DOS	!!!	!!!	DOS	!!!


CL: The crowd is fully behind Cloak as he slowly pushes his way to his
feet ...

[The crowd moans as Nevermind rushes forward and drives a clothesline
through the back of Cloak Dos' skull!]

FH: And he's down again!

CL: Nevermind just stares out to the crowd, who is once again getting
behind the masked man!


!!!	DOS	!!!	!!!	DOS	!!!

!!!	DOS	!!!	!!!	DOS	!!!

!!!	DOS	!!!	!!!	DOS	!!!


[Nevermind pulls Cloak up by the mask and once again begins to grab
the laces and Cloak Dos slaps Nevermind's hands away. Nevermind grabs
the arm of Cloak Dos and whips him across the ring into the corner
with authority.]

CL: Cloak Dos once again keeping his mask protected.

FH: And once again it results him getting tossed around!

[Cloak Dos is leaning in the corner, as Nevermind rushes in but Cloak
Dos moves out of the way and Nevermind slams chest first into the
corner. The crowd begins to cheer loudly as Cloak drops behind
Nevermind, who is staggering out of the corner. Nevermind trips over
Cloak and Cloak covers Nevermind.]



!!! ONE !!!



[Nevermind pushes his legs with authority kicking out of the flash
cover and Cloak slams to the mat hitting his head once again.]

CL: Cloak Dos is holding his head ...

FH: Again!

CL: Yes, Fred ... again. Cloak rolls over to his stomach as Nevermind
stands to his feet once again and pulls Cloak to his feet.


"___SSSMMMAAACCCKKK___"


CL: Dos fighting back with an open hand chop! And a second one! And a
standing dropkick that barely moves the bigger man.

[Nevermind takes a step back and Cloak drives his forearm into the
Nevermind's head and grabs the right arm and whips him into the
ropes.]

CL: Hurricanrana!

[The crowd roars it's approval as Cloak stands to his feet and leaps
into the air.]

CL: Cloak Dos with an impressive standing somersault leg drop!

FH: He's a circus freak that's all he is!

[Cloak Dos hooks Nevermind's leg.]



!!! ONE !!!





!!! TWO !!!




!!! THR -- !!!



[The crowd moans in disappoint as Max Kelly thrusts two fingers in the
air.]

FH: And Nevermind kicks out!

[Senor Cloak grabs Nevermind and pulls the bigger man to his feet.]

CL: Cloak Dos in charge once again as he pulls Nevermind to his feet
and he whips him hard into the corner.

FH: After the beating he has sustained this match I'm stunned Cloak
Dos has been able to put together a steady offense.

[Nevermind is slumped in the corner and Cloak Dos rushes forward and
as he closes in on Nevermind he performs a cartwheel and then leaps
backward driving his elbow into the head of Nevermind. The crowd
continues to roar for the masked man.]

CL: The Cloak Elbow finds its mark! And Nevermind is reeling.

[As Nevermind staggers out of the corner Cloak springboards to the
middle rope and leaps off catching Nevermind with a tornado DDT. The
crowd roars as Dos hooks the leg ...]



!!! ONE !!!





!!! TWO !!!





!!! THR -- !!!



FH: And again Nevermind kicks out!

CL: The king of nothing is pushing himself to his feet ...


"___SSSMMMAAACCCKKK___"

CL: Senor Wizard! Senor Cloak Dos just drilled Nevermind with the
shining wizard!

[The crowd cheers wildly as Dos drops to the mat and hooks
Nevermind's leg once again.]



!!! ONE !!!





!!! TWO !!!





!!! THREE - !!!


CL: NO!

FH: Nevermind kicks out!

CL: Nevermind showing how tough he is taking that shot from Cloak!

[Cloak looks at Max Kelly, one must assume with a look of surprise
under the mask, and slaps the mat in frustration. He pauses for a
moment and holds his head but he stands up and thrusts his arm into
the arm as he still makes his way to the ring apron.]

FH: Dos' head is still bothering him but he's on the apron.

[Nevermind staggers towards the center of the ring and shakes his head
for a second as Cloak Dos climbs to the top rope. The crowd roars as
Cloak Dos leaps ...]

CL: Dos is airborn!

[Cloak Dos lands on the shoulders of Nevermind but as he tries to flip
backwards for the completion of the hurricanrana Nevermind blocks
it by getting his arms under Dos and powers him up.]

CL: Nevermind blocks the hurricanana ...


"___TTTHHHUUUDDD___"


[CROWD GASPS!]

[Nevermind drops Cloak Dos with authority head first onto the top
turnbuckle.]

FH: And Nevermind may have just knocked Cloak Dos out cold!

[Cloak Dos reaches up and grabs his head, trembling as he does so. The
king of nothing just stares down at him down at him and Max Kelly
rushes to Cloak Dos' side and checks on him.]

CL: Max Kelly checking on Dos who's now in the fetal position ... what
is Nevermind doing?

[Nevermind shoves Max Kelly to the side and pulls Dos up and lifts him
to his feet. In a slow and methodical way he lifts Cloak Dos up and
presses the smaller man into the air with a gorilla press slam.]

[FINISHER POP!]

[Nevermind drops Cloak Dos forward and across his knee with a vicious
looking gutbuster!]

CL: SEATTLE SLAM!

FH: That was just for show as I'm sure Cloak was out cold after the
powerbomb!



!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




!!! THREE !!!


*DING*DING*DING*


[Nevermind slowly pushes his way to his feet as Herk Douglas grabs a
hold of the microphone.]

HD: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the match and qualifying for
the Called Shot match at End Game, here is ...


!!!	NEVERMIND	!!!


CL: Senor Cloak Dos gave it his all.  At times it looked like he was
going to join the other four men as the fifth man into the Called Shot
at End Game.

FH: BUT HE DIDN'T! HAHAHA!

CL: Senor Cloak Dos is a quick and rising star and had one of the most
difficult tasks in taking on Nevermind here tonight.  He gave it his
all and at times came very close to picking up the victory.  In the
end Nevermind joins; Flores, Detson, Daniels, and Gionet into the
Called Shot match.

FH: Nevermind is going to be very tough to beat.  It will take a true
great like Johnny Detson to do that.

CL: Nevermind really becomes the wild card in this match.

[Cut to the backstage area of the arena where a familiar woman walks,
the hard soles of her high heels pounding away at the concrete in a
staccato rhythm.  It's Yllana Cole, and she doesn't look happy.]

YC: Bobby!?  Where are you, Bobby?

[Keeping her voice even, if you couldn't see her face you wouldn't
know she's furious.  She is clearly furious, however.]

YC: Bobby, this isn't funny.

[Rounding a corner, Yllana comes face-to-face with a sound technician
taping down what looks to be a power conduit.]

YC: Hey, uh ... Frank, right?  Have you seen Bobby?

[Whipping about to face Yllana, "Frank" blinks twice before
recognition takes over his work-addled brain.]

Frank: Oh, yes, right.  Yllana, right?  You're looking for your
husband?

YC: No!  My son.

Frank: Oh.  What's he look like?

YC: He looks like a little boy in the back hallway of a professional
wrestling event!  Now have you seen him or not?

Frank: Oh, no, no kids here.

[Shaking her head, Yllana glares at the tech who wordlessly goes back
to securing the conduit.  Setting her jaw, she clicks further on down
the hall.]

YC: Bobby!?  This isn't funny.  We are _not_ playing hide-and-go-seek
right now.  Your father will be done with his boss in like five
minutes and then we have to _go_!

[Stopping abruptly, turning her head back and forth, Yllana looks for
something but clearly sees nothing.  After a moment it becomes clear
that she's listening and, now that her clicking steps no longer drown
it out, the fans at home can hear it too.]

??: And then the fierce dragon swooped down from among the heavens,
cleaving the earth with fire...

[Seemingly having homed in on the sound, Yllana rapidly moves towards
a door set in a wall around the corner.  Stopping short, Yllana can
see something in the room beyond, as the door is ajar but she's the
only one.]

BC: Wooowww...

??: Yes.  I know.  It was amazing, but the night was faltering beneath
the sweltering heat given forth from the gullet of the wyrm.  As
feared as he was by the bandits of the hills, the nights of the games
and all the royal castes of those nations that opposed his king's
will, the dragon was without fear.  In the face of a fearless foe, the
knight's own fears materialized for he had never learned bravery.
Never learned how to overcome adversity.

[Slowly, on her toes so as to mask her approach, Yllana reaches the
door and the camera angles to see inside.  Seated in the lap of a
great, green scaled and scarred giant is a small, dark-haired boy.
His face, though streaked with dried tears that flowed from still
puffy eyes is alight with the wonder that all children feel when told
a story, especially one that doesn't come from a book.]

BC: Then what happened?

WC: Well Little Frog, the knight and dragon were at a standstill.  The
dragon saw not the faltering of the knight as the knight's great
shield, though glowing with the heat it had endured, fully protected
it's holder from flame and death.  The knight, though struggling to
maintain his composure, hid his fears beneath layers and layers of
steel.  To any who observed it still seemed as if he were the
indomitable wonder of the battlefield that had cut down unbelievers
and traitors to the throne alike.  However, when the flames ceased, he
made no motion to attack.  This piqued the dragon's curiosity, and so,
instead of attacking with claw and tooth he waited for the knight to
show his intentions.

YC: Bobby.

[Turning towards his mother in the doorway, little Bobby Cole smiles
wide and shouts out to her.]

BC: Mommy!  Hi hi!  Mister Craven was just telling me the story of Sir
Robert the Bold in the quest of Wyrmspeak!  It's awesome!

YC: Come here.  We have to go.

BC: But mom!

YC: No buts.  Come out of that room and head straight over to the
chair at the end of the hall.  Mister Craven and I have something to
discuss.

BC: Awww...

[By now Yllana and Bill have locked eyes.  As Bobby rocks forward he
grunts, finding himself restrained.  Grinning, Craven holds onto him
for half a second, just long enough to make a point, then lifts Bobby
up and sets him on his feet, rising to meet the wife of the man for
whom he's proclaimed hatred.]

YC: Go.  Run.

BC: But you say not to run indoors!

YC: NOW!

[Such powerful fury wells up from inside the tigerish mother and wife
of the one called "Monster under the Bed" that the tiny tyke nearly
falls in his haste to escape her disapproval.  Turning her full
attention to Craven, Yllana Cole looks near tears.]

YC: This is too much.

WC: You speak with such familiarity, I--

YC: NO!  No, you're not talking right now.

[Dipping his chin, the smile vanishes from Craven's face as he
unblinkingly fixes a cold stare on Yllana.]

YC: This ends now.  You have _won_.  Do you understand?

[Pause.  No reaction from Bill.]

YC: There is no reason to involve my child in your petty games.  This
is unacceptable.

WC: What can I say?  I like kids.

YC: Really?  How do you like them, Hannibal?  With fava beans and a
nice chianti?  I saw your little, subtle hints there.  You could have
kept him from me, right?  You wanted me to know that.

WC: I could have done whatever I wanted to him...  Just as I can to
you.

YC: Bull*BLEEP*.

WC: Ha?  Haha!

YC: I've done my homework on you.  You don't hurt women.  You had some
episode where you thought you were Darth Vader gone Captain America
back in like 2001 or something and _he_ hurt one woman but you always
stop short.

WC: So this is the familiarity then?  You think you know me?

YC: I know enough.  You've ended a lot of careers.  You just ended one
more.

WC: Hah.  What?  No.

YC: No?  Yes.  It took some doing, but Robert has had enough.  You ...
you're like some sort of weightlifting robot, aren't you?  It's all
you do.  You lift weights, bully people and spout the occasional poem.
Congratulations Bill.  You bullied Rob Cole right out of the wrestling
business.

WC: No.

YC: No?

WC: NO!

[Dashing forward, Bill looms over Yllana in such a way that gives her
pause.  Maybe he doesn't hurt women on purpose, but the wild look in
Bill's eyes suggest that he might do anything.]

WC: I'm not _done_, woman.  Your man hasn't given me the right answer.
I challenged and he must accept.

YC: Do you even know what you did to him!?  I've seen him take such
beatings, but the doctor said that the guardrail you used on him
weighed about 150 pounds so it was like a 150-pound person wearing
steel shoes jumping up and down on his chest over 30 times.  You did
that, cracked his sternum, bruised his whole upper body and shrieked
at him that you wanted him to die.  That's not even wrestling.

WC: I'm not _done_.

[Stated with a tone that mechanically replicates his first iteration
of the same phrase, Craven's words do nothing to assuage Yllana's
concerns.]

YC: It ... it isn't happening.  You gave Rob two choices, Bill.  He
chose to leave.  He chose life.  He chose his family.

WC: He doesn't deserve a family!  I don't have a family to love me,
why should he?  All the joy of life, the accolades, the opportunities,
he gets it all and I have to accept it?  This is what you ask of me?
He retires a former champion after taking my opportunity?

YC: You said he could leave!

WC: Heh.  We could leave, you know, Yllana.

[For some reason her name sounds like a dirty word when Bill says it.]

WC: Arizona is a great desert and, well, I was trained in the art of
desert survival by our U.S. army.

YC: No.  You're crazy.

WC: How could they find us?  Three people--

YC: Three!?

WC: --one so small, and I found an oasis fed by a stream that flows
from a cave.  It's just outside Mesa.  We could live on water purified
by natural aquifers, cactus flesh and meat taken from the lizards,
dogs and deer.

YC: No...

[Bill edges forward as Yllana edges backward.  Sadly, Yllana finds her
back against the wall at about this point.  Literally.]

WC: And wouldn't that be fitting?  After all he's said and all he's
done, the "Monster under the Bed" sleeps alone in an empty house...

[Her eyes squeezing shut, Yllana turns her head from Craven's fleshly
gaze.]

BC: Mommy?

[Starting slightly, Craven abruptly throws his arms around Yllana and
turns his face into her hair.  The boy doesn't see his mother as she
begins to cry.  The camera picks up the continued dialogue as it sinks
to whispers.]

YC: Please don't do this.

WC: There's nothing to do.  You are to be my messenger, Yllana.  You
must go to Robert Cole and tell him of what you have seen here today,
what you've heard.  Tell him that his son needs not a monster, but a
man able to chase away all the demons that haunt this world.  That
there is no honor in being the horror that causes others to quake,
only in seeing it fall.  Tell him to don his shining suit and play his
part.

YC: You said ... you said he could leave.

BC: What's going on?  Mister Craven.  What're you saying?

WC: I lied.

[Releasing Yllana, Craven turns towards Bobby, interposing himself
between the boy and his mother and stooping to one knee to ruffle his
hair.  Meanwhile Yllana brushes away her own tears and tries to
compose herself.]

WC: I've told her the end of the story, Bobby.  You'll hear it tonight
as you slip off to slumber.

BC: Oh boy!

WC: Oh, and Yllana.  Do send Robert ... my best regards.  Hm?

[Departing, Craven leaves the Coles in his wake with Yllana on damage
control.  She braces herself as her son starts to talk again, then
leads him out by the wrist.]

BC: Mister Craven's kinda cool, mommy.

[Yllana bites her lip.]

YC: Mm.

BC: He looks kinda scary because of the drawings he's got on him, but
he tells the greatest stories!

[Cut!]

CL: What the _hell_ is Craven doing!  He is going to far, Fred!

FH: Hey I'm not going to argue there.  But if you want to tell that to
William Craven's face be my guest.  Just think about that pretty
little wife of yours ... And think about little Chip Jr.

CL: He has tortured and beaten Rob Cole half way to death.  Rob Cole
has stood there and told us all that he wants _nothing_ to do with
Craven.  And now he makes threats to his family?  This is just to
much.

FH: Nobody has ever mistaken Craven for a nice guy, Chip.  What did
you think would happen?

CL: Not this.  Not Rob Cole's _son_.

FH: Then leave the little brat at home.

CL: FRED!

FH: If the kid was left at home then we wouldn't have seen that.

CL: Okay maybe you have some what of a point there.

FH: Of course I do.  Now Rob Cole needs to be a _man_ and come out and
fight, William Craven.

CL: Rob Cole isn't even in the building tonight.  At this time we
don't know if we will ever see Cole in another PVW match.

FH: Then it's on Rob Cole.

CL: What does that mean?

FH: Whatever William Craven decides to do next is on Rob Cole.  This
isn't a Masked Outlaw playing mind games.  William Craven is letting
Rob Cole know exactly what is going to happen.  Let's see if Cole is
man enough to stop it.

CL: God I hope so.  Let's go to Herk who is standing inside the ring.
I just don't know what to say anymore about Craven.

HD: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest if for the PVW
TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP.

[TITLE MATCH POP!]

HD: Making his way to the ring first is the challenger, who hails from
Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania and weighs in at two hundred and forty-eight
pounds ... this is ... "Showstopper" ...


!!!		TYSON CAIN		!!!


[The sound of reverbed sirens is heard as a voice sings...]

VOICE:  It's Automatic, don't mind the static.

[As the word "static" echoes, purple and gold laser lights begin to
fill the arena as the voice of Toby Mac is heard again, as the music
ramps up in speed and beat, singing his hit song "Showstopper"]

#So turn up the lights#
#Pass me the mic#
#Bring on the lights#
#They've been waiting all night for the...#

[The big screen lights up and shows the following words switching back
and forth between purple background and gold letters and gold
background with purple letters...

"S H O W S T O P P E R"	T Y S O N	C A I N

[The song's chorus kicks in...]

#The showstopper#
#The chart dropper#
#The big papa#
#We gonna get it, get it, what?#
#We gonna get it good#

[The second verse of "Showstopper" begins to be heard as Cain walks
out from behind the curtain. Tyson is wearing his purple tights that
now have gold crosses on the legs. The word "Showstopper" in gold
cursive on his rear end. Tyson's hair is slicked back as he smirks a
cocky grin. Tyson shakes a little in anticipation and starts walking
down the aisle. Cain yells and taunts a few hands of fans as he makes
his way down.]

FH: And here he is the man who already has one win against the
Television champion ...

CL: And it turned out to be a huge win!

FH: Of course it was, Chip. It got him this title match tonight and
when he goes up two wins to Sinister's none he'll be the television
champion.

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

CL: Defeating Sinister again is a huge order, Fred.

FH: I have faith in the showstopper.

[Cain stops spinning in the middle of the ring and drops into a
squatting position and flexes.]

#The showstopper#
#The chart dropper#
#The big papa#
#We gonna get it what, what?#
#We gonna get it, we gonna get it good#

[As the music dies down, Cain removes his entrance wear and readies
himself in the corner for the start of the match. The lights in the
arena once again fade to black as the opening guitar riff of Schism by
Tool begins to play throughout the arena. A lone red spotlight shines
down upon the entrance way as a massive beast of a man steps out from
the darkness.]

HD: Introducing first ... the challenger! He hails from the Windy City
... Chicago, Illinois and weighs in tonight at three hundred pounds
... Ladies and gentlemen, this is the PVW TELEVISION CHAMPION ... the
Chi-Town Beast ...


!!! 		SINISTER     		!!!


[The massive Sinister makes his way down the aisle slapping hands with
young children as he does.

FH: I've been waiting for this! Cain is finally going to shut Sinister
up by beating him down and taking that Network Television Title!

CL: Wow Fred, you certainly have it out for Sinister, don't you?

FH: Damn right I do! This guy used to be decent in my eyes until he
turned all goody two-shoes! He makes me sick with his moral talks
about beliefs in discipline and honor. Sure, those are great
characteristics, when the time is right, but overall I think people
should be allowed to do whatever they want!

[The lights in the arena return as Sinister begins to climb the ring
steps.]

CL: So, in other words, there should be no rules, laws or guidelines
and people should just be allowed to run amuck?

FH: Yes...well, no, not exactly. Dammit Chip, you're confusing me!

CL: That doesn't seem hard to do these days.

FH: What did you say?!

CL: I said crime doesn't seem to pay these days.

FH: Huh? Yeah, that's...right.

CL: Cain and Sinister are staring a hole through one another! The
intensity is palpable as the brash young rookie is out to set his
first major mark in PVW. Can he defeat the three-hundred-pounds of
muscle Sinister, the 'Beast from the East'?

FH: You're damn right he can! Let's go Cain!

[The referee hoists the PVW Network Title above his head for a few
moments while Cain and Sinister loosen up, neither man taking his eye
off the other. The referee lower s the title, hands it over to a
ringside PVW representative and after a last look at Cain and
Sinister, signals for the bell]


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

PVW - HEATWAVE - PVW TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP
"Showstopper" Tyson Cain v. Sinister (C)

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


*DING*DING*DING*


CL: And this match is underway!

FH: Come on Cain, shut him up!

[Cain and Sinister circle one another slowly, sizing one another up,
and they engage in a collar-and- elbow tie up. Neither man moves
initially as the strength battle is evenly matched...until Sinister
begins to slowly back Cain up due to his slight size advantage.
Sinister backs Cain into the corner and the referee asks for a clean
break. Sinister begins to loosen his grip and Cain fires a right hand
quickly into Sinister's jaw...except Sinister moves his head slightly
to
the left and Cain hits nothing but air! Sinister
smiles and backs away one step, shaking his head and motioning for
Cain to fight. The referee steps out of the way and Cain points at
Sinister angrily]

CL: Sinister was obviously a step ahead there and Cain is voicing his
displeasure.

FH: Sinister just got lucky but it's not smart to make Cain upset!
Sinister is already in a world of trouble, but if he keeps this up
then Cain is really going to hurt him!

[Sinister and Cain go for a collar-and-elbow tie up again but Sinister
catches Cain off-guard with a right kneelift to the midsection. Cain
doubles over slightly and Sinister quickly drops him with a VICIOUS
right uppercut!]

[FACE POP!]

CL: I think Cain's jaw just shifted two inches to the right!

FH: Disqualify him! That was an illegal closed fist! No, wait, don't
disqualify him because he would keep the title! Dammit, I can't stand
Sinister!

[Sinister grins widely and leans against the closest turnbuckle,
resting his right elbow on the top buckle and waits for Cain to
collect himself. Cain mouths some choice words at Sinister as he rubs
his jaw angrily. Sinister chuckles, stands up straight and readies
himself for another lockup. As the two men move towards one another,
Cain pays Sinister back with a right kneelift of his own, doubling
Sinister over slightly and Cain ROCKS Sinister with a right uppercut!]

[HEEL POP!]

[SHOCKED POP!]

[Sinister simply stares at Cain, smiling, and shakes his head slowly
as Cain looks a bit surprised and frustrated!]

FH: What now, does he have a steel plate in his jaw?!

CL: Now that's just absolutely ridiculous! If he had a steel plate in
his jaw I think that would be rather obvious. Plus Cain's right hand
would probably be broken right now.

FH: You're really starting to piss me off Chip!

CL: Yes, that's quite obvious Fred!

[Sinister once again goes for a lock-up but Cain ducks under, slipping
behind Sinister and applying a waist lock. Sinister swings his elbow
back.]

CL: Sinister catching Cain with a stiff elbow shot. And there's a
second one!

FH: {grumbles} Sinister trying to pry Cain's hands apart ...

[Cain though rushes forward pushing Sinister forward into the ropes
and drops back with a roll-up.]

FH: Cover!



!!! ONE !!!



CL: And only a one count as Sinister uses his massive legs to shove
Cain off of him.

[Sinister is back to his feet quickly, but Cain is up first and
catches the big man with a dropkick that drops him to the mat.
Sinister though is back up again and takes a charging Cain over with
an arm drag take-over. Sinister grabs the hair of Tyson Cain and pulls
him to his feet and in a fluid motion and presses him into the air.]

CL: The Chi-Town beast hoists Cain into the air for a military press!

[The crowd cheers as Sinister presses Cain once, twice and a third
time before just stepping out from under Cain and allowing him to
crash to the mat stomach first.]

CL: And Sinister locking on a nerve hold.

FH: Cain just fell seven feet to the mat!

CL: I don't care how tough a man thinks he is that had to take the
wind out of him!

[Sinister quickly drops to his knees and grabs the side of Cain's
neck.]

CL: And Sinister locking on a nerve hold.

FH: That's illegal!

CL: No it's not! Do you even know the rules of this business?

FH: I've been in that ring before, Chip!

CL: Starting to think you were just a member of the jobbers to the
stars club!

FH: How dare ...

[The crowd begins to boo loudly as the "Bad Wolf" Christopher Black
begins to walk down the aisle way.]

FH: Here comes the Bad Wolf!

CL: What is he doing here?

[The expression on Sinister's face when he sees Black is one of pure
hatred. Cain begins to scream loudly as Sinister adds extra pressure
to the nerve lock. Lou Crowe begins to ask Tyson Cain if he wants to
submit but he screams no. Black points at Sinister and smirks as he
makes his way to the ring keepers table.]

CL: Sinister does not look pleased to see Black here tonight.

FH: Of course not, Chip. Sinister knows Black outclasses him and his
presence at ringside is a reminder of that.

[Cain gets his feet back under himself and pushes his way to his feet
and tries to turn into the nerve hold. As he does so he drives his
elbow into the midsection of Sinister. After three consecutive elbows
Sinister releases his grip and Cain rushes towards the far side rope.]

CL: Cain off of the ropes and he spears Sinister!

[The television champion is taking to the mat and Cain leaps to his
feet and quickly and runs back to the ropes and leaps onto the middle
one ...]

CL: Springboard moonsault!

FH: Cain goes for the cover!



!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!



CL: And again Sinister kicks out!

FH: Crowe needs to learn to count!

CL: He can count!

FH: Well not fast enough.

[Cain slaps the mat in frustration as Black laughs on the outside
pointing at Sinister. Cain glares at Black and Black glares back for a
moment before beginning to scream at Sinister once again.]

FH: And Black reminding Sinister just how horrible he is.

CL: Cain pulling Sinister back to his feet and he locks on the
abdominal stretch.

FH: Smart move by the rookie. He's trying to wear down the bigger man
and after the spear to the midsection this is a perfect move to do
just that!

[Cain pulls back on the hold causing Sinister to wince in pain as Lou
Crowe asks him if he wants to submit. Sinister shakes his head no and
as he does so Cain reaches back and grabs the top rope.]

CL: Cain has the rope!

FH: He's using it for ummm balance that's all.

CL: He's using it for extra leverage and he torques on the hold more.

[The television champion shakes his head no once again as Lou Crowe is
there to see if he submits. Cain releases the top rope as Crowe looks
towards him and quickly shifts his grip to grab the free arm of
Sinister.]

CL: Cain has a pump handle ...

FH: And he pulls the three pounder up and drops him across his knee
gut first.

CL: Pumphandle gutbuster! And Cain with the cover!



!!! ONE !!!


[Cain places his feet on the middle rope ...]


!!! TWO !!!



[Lou Crowe brings his hand down for the three count but stops just and
jumps to his feet and kicks Cain's feet off of the ropes.]

CL: And Lou Crowe saw the feet on the ropes!

FH: He can't count to three but he can see things behind him?

[Cain is to his feet and is screaming with Lou Crowe as Sinister
slowly pulls himself back to his feet. Black is standing by the time
keepers table and eyes the PVW Television Championship as Sinister
grabs Cain from behind and spins him around. The crowd pops as
Sinister drives his right hand into the jaw of the smaller Cain and
rocks him back a step. Another right hand sends him tumbling back
again. Sinister closes the gap and grabs Cain and delivers a big
head butt that knocks Cain into the ropes.]

CL: And the television champion is fighting back!

[Sinister whips Cain across the ring to the far side ropes and catches
and drives him into the mat with a vicious spinning spinebuster. The
crowd explodes as Sinister stands to his feet and glares at Black who
just shrugs his shoulder as if he's not impressed.]

FH: Come on Cain!

[Sinister pulls Cain to his feet and whips him to the far side corner.
Cain though leaps and lands on the second turnbuckle and leaps back at
Sinister.]

CL: Tyson Cain leaping and he catches the head of Sinister ...

FH: He's looking for the tornado DDT!

[The crowd ohhs as Sinister just shoves Cain off of him hard into the
mat. Sinister thrusts his arms into the air to the approval of the
crowd and once again glares at Black who has picked up the television
championship and is acting as though he is polishing it.]

FH: Sinister looking a bit bothered that Black is holding the PVW
Television Championship ... but let's be honest it's only a matter of
time before he is the rightful honor of it.

CL: I thought you said Cain was winning it tonight ...

FH: ummm ... well if Sinister gets lucky than Black will win it ...

[Sinister pulls Cain up and drives him to the mat with a vicious
shoulder breaker. As Cain holds his shoulder Sinister begins to stomp
away at it.]

CL: Sinister focusing on that shoulder right now. And he drives his
knee into the shoulder.

[Sinister pulls Cain up and circles around Cain so he is facing his
back. Sinister with a strike with a double-palm to the kidney area,
then a double-palm to the ribs. He follows that with one heavy palm
strike to the back of the neck and Cain collapses to the mat in a
heap.]

CL: Five palms of malice! And Sinister with the cover!



!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!



[The crowd boos loudly as Lou Crowe thrusts two fingers into the air.]

FH: Tyson Cain kicks out!

[Black leans onto the apron and holds the television championship belt
in the face of Sinister and says this will be mine.]

CL: Black taunting Sinister ...

FH: And I think it's working as Sinister is to his feet and leaning
over the top rope screaming at Black.

[Cain slowly gets back to his feet and grabs Sinister from behind with
a roll-up.]



!!! ONE !!!



[Cain hooks the tights.]



!!! TWO !!!


CL: CAIN HAS THE TIGHTS!


!!! THR --- !!!

CL: AND SINSTER JUST KICKS OUT!

[The crowd roars as Crowe thrusts two fingers into the air and the
crowd erupts even louder as AsH begins to make his way to the ringside
area.]

CL: And AsH is making his way to the ringside area!

FH: Why?

CL: Probably to even up the odds!

[Cain looks towards the aisle way and sees Cain and his eyes light up
with hatred.]

CL: Tyson Cain doesn't look happy at all as he pulls Sinister up to
his feet and whips him across the ring.

FH: And a huge back body drop!

[AsH stands on the other side of the ring from Black and stares at
Cain who drops an elbow into the chest of Sinister. Cain goes for the
cover.]



!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!


CL: And Sinister shoves Cain off.

FH: AsH is laughing at Cain right now and you can see the frustration
getting to Cain as he glares at AsH and pulls Sinister up ...

CL: Jawbreaker!

[Sinister grabs Cain back to his feet and whips him into the ropes,
Cain ducks a clothesline attempt and reaches up and catches Sinister
by the neck.]

FH: Hangman's neckbreaker!

CL: Cain kips up and quickly heads to the top turnbuckle ...

FH: Elbow drop to the chest!

[AsH stares at Cain as he pushes himself to his feet and begins to jaw
jack with him.]

FH: This isn't right! Come on Lou tell AsH to shut up!

CL: It's not illegal to yell at someone in the ring!

FH: It is if he distracts him.

CL: AsH can't help it if Tyson Cain can't focus on the task at hand.
Cain now returning to the task at hand and grabs the legs of Sinister.

[As Cain struggles to turn the bigger Sinister over for the Lockdown
(sharpshooter) Black slides into the ring with the television
championship belt in his hands.]

CL: What's Black doing in the ring?

[Black drops down and drives the television title across the head of
Sinister as the crowd boos loudly.]


"___TTTHHHUUUDDD___"


[Cain looks at Black in complete shock as Black stands back to his
feet and smirks. Cain releases the legs of Sinister, Black continues
to stare down at Sinister as he places the PVW Television championship
belt over his shoulder, as Lou Crowe signals for the bell.]


*DING*DING*DING*

HD: Ladies and gentlemen here is your winner and still PVW TELEVISION
CHAMPION as a result of disqualification ...


!!!	SINISTER	!!!


FH: Black is a genius! He just showing Sinister how much he can
control all of his outcomes.

CL: It doesn't look like Cain agrees though as he is string a hole in
Black ... now he's taking a step forward and pointing at the
Television
title.

FH: He thinks he was moments from being crowned the next champ ...

[Cain shoves Black and Black steps a step back and grabs the title off
of his shoulder and swings it at Cain, who ducks and catches him in
the mid-section with a kick. He drops a double axe handle into the
back of Black and grabs him with a front chancery.]

CL: DDT! Black is down and Cain has the title belt in his hands!

[Cain begins to motion for Sinister to get to his feet ... as Sinister
stands AsH slides under the bottom rope and rushes forward grabbing
the title from Cain. Cain spins around as AsH tosses the title to the
mat and the two men begin to exchange blows and the crowd explodes as
Sinister drives the boots into the back of Black.]

FH: Wait we have movement in the aisle way ... It's the Biz!

[The Biz rushes down the aisle and slides into ring and rushes towards
Sinister drilling him with a vicious elbow.]

FH: The Biz wants that television title and he's going right for
Sinister.

[AsH whips Cain across the ring as Sinister fires back on the Biz.
Black pushes himself to his feet and he joins Biz in pounding
Sinister. The two of them force him into the corner as AsH flapjacks
Cain in the center of the ring. The crowd begins to scream as Tommy
Ryder comes rushing down the aisle way.]

CL: And here comes Ryder!

FH: Why is he bothering? The Biz makes him look stupid week after
week!

[Ryder slides under the bottom rope and grabs Biz and lights him up
with a right hand to the approval of the crowd. AsH drops a leg across
the throat of Cain and grabs Black, spinning him around by Black stuns
AsH with a low kick that drops him to the mat. Black drives his knee
into the face of AsH and turns around and begins to pound away at
Sinister again.]

FH: Can the PVW have a single match anymore where things don't break
down?

[Senor Cloak Dos begins to rush down the aisle way as Biz catches
Ryder with a clothesline as Cain gets back to his feet and pulls AsH
up and drops him with a quick gutwrench suplex driving him into the
canvas. Cloak grabs the top rope and slingshots himself into the Biz
with a leg lariat taking him down. The crowd boos loudly as Christian
Copeland makes his way to the ring with Smacky in hand.]

FH: And business is about to pick up! Here comes Smacky and Copeland.

[In the ring Sinister drives a right hand into the skull of Black
forcing him off of him and drives a boot into the gut doubling him
over.]

CL: Massive boot to the head of Black and he rolls to the outside.

[Cloak kips up and sees Copeland in the ring.]

CL: Spear by Cloak onto Copeland! And he's raining rights and lefts
all over the place!

FH: Smacky is on the mat and Biz picks it up ...

CL: No Ryder drills Biz before he can do anything with Smacky and he
catches him in a side head lock ... bulldog! Biz done and he rolls to
the apron ...

[Security begins to swarm the ring as Sinister tosses Black over the
top rope to the floor and AsH backdrops Tyson Cain to the floor over
the top rope. As Cloak continues to rain rights into the head of
Copeland, Sinister grabs him and pulls him off. Copeland quickly rolls
to the outside and reaches into the ring grabbing Smacky before Cloak
can reach it. AsH hands Sinister the television title]

CL: Security standing between the four men on the floor and the four
men in the ring! Look at the four men on the outside all glaring at
Sinister as he hoists the Television Title high into the air.

FH: And look at the three men in the ring also looking at it. They may
respect Sinister but everyone wants to be a champion here in the PVW!

CL: Things are getting out of hand between these eight men.  Something
is going to have to happen and quickly.  There are title matches
inside the PVW that can't continue to get interrupted.  While things
get back in order at ring side let's go back to Dean Hayes and Larry
Gionet.  Perhaps we can finally find out what was going on in the mind
of the PVW Warrior at Tradition V.

[The camera pans into the backstage area. Dean Hayes is lurking around
looking for someone to interview. He sees Larry GIonet off into the
distance and begins to make a U-Turn to head back to where he came
from to avoid a repeat of last week. Larry Gionet spots him.]

Larry Gionet:  Oh Deeeaaaaan...

[Larry's voice makes him shiver in fear. He keeps walking trying to
pretend he didn't hear Larry's eerie voice.]

Larry Gionet:  Get on back here, I have something to say!

[Larry Gionet quickens his pace as he catches up with Dean Hayes who
doesn't make eye contact with Gionet.]

LG:  What's the matter Hayes?  You aren't scared now are you because
of our little scuffle from last week?  Please that is all in the past.

[Gionet puts his hand on the shoulder of Dean Hayes with a wicked
gleam in his eye as Dean Hayes has no choice to turn around and face
the PVW Warrior.  Dean's hand shakes as he begins to clear his
throat.]

DH: Um, Larry, the wrestling world has been wondering since last week
why did you turn on your tag team partner and ally Chris Hartt as well
as Caleb Foley?

Larry Gionet: You see this all started way back when I was in 8th
grade. I wasn't the most poplar kid in school I was small and skinny
for my age. I had this little group of friends that I knew since grade
school. But when I hit 8th grade where people come into their own
identity I found mine. I got picked on by this bully cause I was
smaller than him, despite my attempts to try to fight back he was just
too strong and beat me to a bloody pulp.  I looked around amidst the
sea of faces just watching this go on. With blood streaming down my
face and my vision blurry my supposed friends were no where to be
found.

[Dean Hayes looks on wondering where Larry Gione is going with this as
Larry continues on with the story.]

LG:  That day changed me forever. I had eyes in the back of my head, I
was weary of someone trying to get on my good side. I started training
to become the man I am today.  Years later I figured with age maturity
would shine a light through the darkness. That I could find faith
again in humanity.  So I became allies with Chris Hartt and Caleb
Foley.  Just like my alleged best friends from my youth, THEY were
nowhere to be found!  Where were you Chris when I was fighting
Sinister and Nevermind stuck his nose in my business?  Where were YOU
Foley when Perry Fontana decided to be an instigator and get involved
in my Called Shot match?  Yeah I got the win and yeah I can handle
myself in the ring but when circumstances beyond my control came
crawling in I'm supposed to be able to turn to friends!

[Larry Gionet spits as if the very thought sickened him.  He looks at
Dean Hayes with a very agitated demeanor.  Before Dean Hayes can say
something, Larry Gionet cuts him off.]

LG:   You know what, guys? Don't bother answering. Anything you two
could say would be full of empty words from two the most miserable
excuses for friends a man could ever have. Whatever justifications you
give me don't even matter!

[It is now Dean Hayes turn to have a disgusted look forming from the
wrinkles on his forehead down to his lips sloping down out of anger.].

LG:  What do you have a problem with what I said Hayes?  Come on be a
man!  That's what I thought.

[Larry Gionet snatches the microphone from Dean Hayes hand as Dean
looks on.]

LG:   What I know is once I stopped depending on people, I won World
Titles. I was one match away from being crowned PVW's #1 contender-
ship to the World Title. And what I did I do? I let clowns like you
sell me on the hype. Hype that clouded my vision. Those friendships
only blinded me like that dripping blood did many years ago.
Laboring under friendships like yours only lead to career devastation.
I could have lost everything to that dislocated shoulder last year.
And why? Because I clung to soft-headed spineless jellyfish like you
when I should have been looked out for the one man I've always been
able to trust. Old Number One himself.  Now I take back everything I
lost. I walk alone again in Phoenix Valley Wrestling. Alone as I
should have been all along. Once again I stand one match away from
being the #1 contender and this time nothing BUT NOTHING is tearing me
away from that focus. I'm looking at the world with a new set of eyes.
Eyes that see the only thing that truly matters. Eyes that see it's
not about how or why. It's all about do or die.

[Larry Gionet shoves the microphone into Dean Hayes chest making a
loud thud.  Larry walks away satisfied with himself as Dean Hayes
storms off furious.  We then fade to black.]

FH: Wow maybe I didn't give Gionet enough credit before.  Sounds like
smart words from a goal focused guy.

CL: While I respect a lot of what Gionet is saying.  I disagree with
the way he handled things.  Foley and Hartt would of been fine with
him going his own way and his own path.  Instead he burned down those
friendships.  Now he has to face both men.

FH: Like that will be a hard task.

CL: Let's go back to the Voice inside the ring as we continue to move
along here tonight and try to fit everything in this two hour time
slot.

[Canción del Mariachi by Los Lobos begins to play over the arena sound
system as Herk Douglas stands in the ring with microphone in hand.]

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


!!!	 LOS CORAZONES		!!!


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

CL: And here come Los Corazones!

FH: Even though Corazòn Rojo didn't win at Tradition five they got a
measure of revenge against Devin Houlihan for his heinous attack ...

CL: He didn't attack Emylee! You need to stop telling everyone that,
Fred. And come End Game the Renegades will have one more match with
Los Corazone at End Game.

FH: With any luck Los Corazones will run them across the border for
good.

CL: Ummm ... you know Los Corazones are from Mexico not the Renegades.

[Los Corazones slide into the ring as Emylee walks towards their
corner a wide smile across her face. Suddenly Rock the Casbah by the
Clash begins over the PA system as the fans go crazy for the fan
favorite tag team.]

HD: And their opponents ... Wrestling out of New York, City ...
weighing in at a combine weight of five hundred and twelve pounds.

!!!	MAX WEINRIB and SAL MUBARAK		!!!

[Max and Sal emerge from the back firing up the fans.  They continue
to head down the aisle way slapping the hands of the fans making their
way to ringside.]

CL: And here come the winners of the HIT trophy.

FH: Winners? They stole the titles from HEAT and you know it.

CL: Stole it? Before Max and Sal entered the tournament it was a joke.
It was HEAT just embarrassing poor saps off the street.

FH: It's not HEAT's fault there is very little talent in tag team
wrestling! I know first hand they invited Los Corazones to be a part
of the tournament but they had conflicting scheduling in Mexico.

[After entering the ring they turn and climb the turnbuckles raising
their arms once more. The crowd cheers wildly as both men leap from
the turnbuckles and look across the ring at their opponents.]

FH: Don't you worry though Chip, HEAT will get their revenge.

CL: I wasn't worried at all, Fred.



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

PVW - HEATWAVE - TAG TEAM MATCH
Los Corazones v. Max Weinrib & Salih Mubarak

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


*DING*DING*DING*

[Max and Rojo circle one another slowly.]

FH: Like at the size difference between these two. Max has him by what
seventy pounds easily.

[The two men lock up and Max quickly uses his size advantage to push
Rojo into the ropes. Mark Barnett orders a clean break and Max gives
it to him but Rojo slaps Max across the cheek and shoves Max.]

FH: And the man mountain barely moves.

CL: But I think that's what Rojo expected as he fires a knee into the
mid-section of Max.

[Max doubles over and Rojo drops to his knee and fires an uppercut
into the jaw of Max. Max staggers back as Rojo stands up and drills a
kick into the mid-section of Max and as he doubles over once again he
drives the point of his knee into the jaw of Max.]

CL: Rojo uses the ropes for momentum and clotheslines Max taking him
to the mat.

FH: That's how you take away a man's size advantage.

CL: I thought you disliked masked men.

FH: Los Corazones can't help that they were hit by acid when they were
younger!

[Chip pauses in stunned silence as Rojo pulls Max to his feet and
takes him to the mat with a side Russian leg sweep. Rojo grabs the leg
of Max and reaches for Blanco making a tag. Blanco grabs the top rope
and somersaults over it driving his leg across the throat of Max.]

FH: Keeping the big man grounded. Smartest move in wrestling.

[Rojo reaches down and pulls Max to his feet. He quickly whips him
across the ring to the far side corner and as he does so he rushes
forward following him. Max hits the corner back first with authority
and Blanco rolls forward catching Max with a kick to the chest.]

CL: And Rojo with rolling liger kick! Max stumbles out of the corner
and slams to the mat.

[Emylee leans forward and slaps the mat in approval as Blanco grabs
the top turnbuckle and leaps to the middle turnbuckle as a few rowdy
fans make a series of catcalls at Emylee.]

CL: Picture perfect moonsault from the second rope!

[Emylee applauds her approval before glaring over her shoulder at the
fans. Blanco hooks the leg.]



!!! ONE !!!





!!! TWO !!!



CL: And Max kicks out.

FH: Who cares. Security needs to get those fans under control ... you
know I wouldn't be surprised if they were Renegades fans the way they
are leering Emylee.

[Blanco pulls Max to his feet but Max drives a forearm into the mid-
section of Blanco. Max drives his skull into Blanco's and Blanco
staggers back as Max just smiles before slipping behind him and
locking on a full nelson. He lifts the much smaller Blanco off his
feet and swings him side to side wrenching the neck as he does so.]

CL: Max showing his power advantage as he locks on that full nelson.

FH: He's got a hold of the mask Barnet break the hold!

[Max removes one arm (so Blanco is now in a half nelson) and slams him
back-first into the mat. Max wastes no time at all as he pulls Blanco
to his feet by the mask and whips him hard into the ropes. As Blanco
rebounds off of the ropes Max catches and gorilla presses him into the
air. The crowd roars its approval as Max presses Blanco into the air
once, twice and three times before slamming him into the mat. Blanco
grabs his back in pain as Max reaches down and pulls Blanco back to
his feet.]

CL: Max showing off his power ...

FH: Just showing off! What was the point of pressing poor Blanco three
times like that?

[Max drags Blanco to his corner and tags in Sal. Max grabs Blanco
applying the full nelson again and Sal just fires off a superkick
catching Blanco under the jaw.]

FH: Oh come on Barnett! Get Max of the ring!

[Max drops Blanco to the mat and Sal drops an elbow across the chest
of the Blanco. SDal pulls Blanco up and drives an European uppercut
into Blanco's jaw that rocks him into the ropes.]

CL: Sal grabs the arm of Blanco and whips him to the far side ropes
...

FH: Sal drops his head a second early ...


"____TTTHHHWWWAAAPPP___"


FH: And Blanco drills Sal with a stiff kick to the head.

[Blanco grabs Sal's head and just slams him to the mat on the back of
his head. Emylee once again applauds as Blanco drops to the mat and
crawls to the ropes away from Sal. Sal though is quickly back to his
feet as  Blanco pulls himself to his feet.]


"____TTTHHHWWWAAAPPP___"

"____TTTHHHWWWAAAPPP___"

"____TTTHHHWWWAAAPPP___"

"____TTTHHHWWWAAAPPP___"

"____TTTHHHWWWAAAPPP___"

"____TTTHHHWWWAAAPPP___"

"____TTTHHHWWWAAAPPP___"


CL: And Blanco and Sal exchanging knife edge chops!

[Sal gets the better of the exchange though as Blanco is forced
against the ropes. He once again whips Blanco but Blanco reverses it
and catches the rebounding Sal with a back body drop that sends him
crashing to the mat. Blanco reaches towards the corner and tags Rojo
back into the ring as Sal stands to his feet.]

CL: Double dropkick to the chest and Sal is sent up and over the top
rope crashing to the floor!

[Blanco shakes his head and heads to the corner as Rojo rushes to the
far side ropes gain momentum ...]

CL: TOPE through the middle rope! Rojo just flattened Sal as he just
got back to his feet.

FH: Emylee looking proud of her men as Rojo stands to his feet once
again.

[THe rowdy fans continue to scream at Emylee who once glares at them.]

FH: If looks could kill ... Rojo pulling Sal to his feet and grabs him
...
vertical suplex on the floor!

[Sal grabs his back as Rojo stomps on his head before sliding under
the bottom rope back into the ring. Rojo grabs the top rope but before
he can do anything Max rushes into the ring and catches him with a
stiff kick knocking him to the mat. Blanco rushes into the ring and
catches Max with a forearm shiver.]

CL: Things breaking down a bit here as Blanco and Max are both in the
ring now ...

FH: And Max drills Blanco back with forearm of his own.

[Blanco exchanges two more forearm shivers with Max, yet Max's final
forearm drives Blanco back a step and Max grabs him by the mask and
drills him with head butt. Blanco drops to the mat from the impact and
Max ducks a wild clothesline from Rojo. Max spins around and grabs
Rojo and takes him to the mat with a belly to back suplex.]

CL: Max is in control as he takes Rojo over! He's getting back to his
feet and grabs Rojo ...



"___SSSMMMAAACCCKKK___"


FH: Blanco with a savate kick and Max crumbles to the mat!

[Blanco looks at Rojo who is pulling himself to his feet, as he does
so Blanco drives the sole of his boot into the side of Max's head.]

CL: Barnett is trying to can control of this match but he just doesn't
seem able to as Rojo pushes him aside and drives his fist into the
skull of Max.

[On the outside of the ring Emylee has turned around and is screaming
at the fans who continue to harass her. Sal pushes himself to his feet
as both Rojo and Blanco grab Max and pull him to his feet.]

CL: Double suplex on Max. And Emylee's focus is on the fans who are
...

FH: You don't say things like that to a woman!

[Rojo and Blanco climb to opposite turnbuckles as Emylee slaps a fan.
One of the fans grabs Emylee as Los Corazones leap off of the
turnbuckles and drive their fists into the skull of Max.]

CL: Double fist drop!

FH: And look at that fan trying to grab Emylee!

[As the fan reaches wildly at her Sal rushes over and shoves the fan
back and screams for security to escort the fan from the arena.]

CL: Sal coming to Emylee's aid on the outside.

FH: 'Bout time someone besides Los Corazones knows how to treat a
lady.

[Rojo stands to his feet and looks over at Emylee as Sal is holding
her arm checking to make sure she is fine. She shakes her head yes but
a crazed look comes across the eyes of Rojo who screams at Blanco.
Blanco looks up and just glares at Sal.]

CL: Oh this can't be good.

FH: They have no idea what happened! All they see is Sal holding her
arm ...

[Rojo slides under the bottom rope and looks at Sal who looks up. A
look of oh crap crosses his face he releases Emylee's arm. Blanco
leaps off of the apron and drills Sal with a double axe handle as he
tries to tell Rojo it wasn't as he thought.]

CL: Blanco drops Sal to the floor once again! And both Corazones are
driving their boots into Sal.

[Emylee tries to plead Los Corazones but they don't seem to hear her
as the continue to stomp away at Sal, who is just barely able to cover
himself up. Blanco and Rojo grab Sal and double whip him into the ring
steps.]


"___CCCLLLAAANNNGGG___"


CL: Los Corazones both stalking Sal right now and Max slides under the
bottom rope grabbing Rojo and punches him in the head. Rojo was rocked
by the impact and Max pulls him up ... Powerslam on the concrete
floor!

[Emylee covers her eyes as Max stands up and drives his knee into the
chest of Rojo as Blanco snaps Sal over with a snap suplex onto the
ring steps!]


"___CCCLLLAAANNNGGG___"


[Blanco back up and he notices Max pulling Rojo back to his feet ...]


CL: Complete and utter chaos!

FH: Los Corazones are driven by emotion by more than any other team in
the PVW!

[Blanco rushes at Max which causes him to toss Rojo to the side brace
for the impact of the forearm from Blanco. Blanco follows it up with a
knife edge chop but Max connects with a knee lift and he grabs Blanco
by the head and slides him back into the ring.]

CL: Finally two men are back in the ring ... Max and Blanco.

FH: Max pulling Blanco up again and he drive his elbow into the back
of Blanco ...

[Rojo climbs to his corner as Sal slumps on the apron. Max grabs the
mid-section of Blanco with a gutwrench.]

CL: Gutwrench powerbomb!

[Max hooking the leg with all his weight behind the cover.]



!!! ONE !!!





!!! TWO !!!





!!! THR -- !!!



FH: Rojo dives into the ring and just makes the save for Blanco. Max
back to his feet and he's dragging poor Blanco up again.

CL: Poor Blanco? Max has him over his shoulder ... and another
Powerslam!

[The crowd roars as the two hundred and eighty pounder looks towards
the top rope as Sal stands on his feet on the apron.]

CL: Max is ascending to the top rope. He could be looking for the
Meshugganah ...

FH: Max leaps ...


"___TTTHHHUUUDDD___"


FH: Empty pool! Blanco rolled out at of the way!

[Emylee applauds as Sal cover his head in disappointment as Max
misses. Rojo leans over the top rope and screams for his brother to
make the tag. Blanco shakes his head and looks over the form of Max as
he tries to slowly crawl to his corner. Max rolls over onto his back
and shakes his head.]

CL: Both men trying to get to their feet right now.

FH: Damn it Max is up first! That powerslam on the concrete took more
out of Blanco than I thought.

[Max grabs Blanco by the head and pulls him to his feet. He drags him
to his corner and tags in Sal. The two men whip Blanco into the ropes
...]

CL: Double dropkick by Max and Sal!

FH: Sal catches Blanco in the chest and Max barely gets to the knees.
Apparently Max missed the dropkick portion of his training.

[Sal grabs Blanco quickly and takes him over with a vertical suplex.
Sal to his feet and rolls Blanco over and locks on a camel clutch.]

CL: And there's the first half of the Jimmy Carter Blues.

FH: But they don't seem to going for it as Max is still on the apron.

CL: Sal wrenching back on it as Barnett asks if he wants to submit.

FH: And like the fighter he is Blanco screams no.

[Rojo grabs the top rope and springboards onto the top of it and
leaps.]

CL: Springboard dropkick catches Sal!

FH: What a counter to the camel clutch.

[Sal rolls to the ropes as Rojo runs forward and catches Max with a
stiff elbow. Max enters the ring as Rojo pulls Blanco to his feet and
catches Blanco with a hooking clothesline sending him crashing to the
mat. Rojo shoves Barnett at Max screaming for him to get him out of
the ring as Blanco rolls onto the apron ...]

FH: That's right Barnett get order in the ring!

[Sal grabs Rojo in a variation of a flapjack and lifts him into the
air ...]

CL: Stun Gun!

FH: NO!

[Rojo is dropped throat first across the top rope. Max quickly exits
the ring and begins to point toward Sal, Mark Barnett turns around and
drops for the cover.]

CL: The Sandstorm ... Sal nails his version of the Stun Gun and hooks
the leg of Rojo.

FH: He's not the legal man!



!!! ONE !!!


[Sal leans deeper into the cover.]


!!! TWO !!!




!!! THREE !!!


[Blanco dives into the ring and catches Sal in the back of the head a
second to late.]


*DING*DING*DING*


CL: Sal got him! He got the pin!

FH: Come on Barnett! Blanco was legal.

[Blanco is in the face of Mark Barnett screaming he was the legal man
as Herk Douglas grabs the microphone.]

HD: Ladies and gentlemen, your winners ...


!!!	Max Weinrib and Salih Mubarak	!!!


CL: Max and Sal continues to pick up huge victories as they steamroll
through the PVW tag team ranks.

FH: They still haven't beaten, Heat!

CL: Say again?  Remember the HIT finals?

FH: That doesn't count.

CL: Well after things are situated with the PVW Tag team titles you
can bet they will be one of the first teams in line for a tag team
title shot.  Speaking of PVW tag team titles we have a previously
recorded segment with the tag team champions.

FH: This ought to be great!

[Previously recorded!]

[SCENE: Exterior, the blond-haired Adonis known as Livestock Zappa
walks shoulder-to-shoulder with the eye-patched Chinese "Doctor" known
as Ohno Ow.  Both men are dressed in identical shining black vinyl
jumpsuits.  It appears that these two once again are on the lot of
Ohno's often touted but never released feature film.]

Livestock: And you're sure that Meili likes lotus blossoms.  I'd hate
to screw up on my initial approach.  She's so ... full of life, that
girl.

Dr. Ow: Yes.  She VERY hard for, NOR-mal man to, KEEP up with.  Good
THING OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHNNNOOO not, aver-AGE man.  But if YOU want
try, get MEI-li at-ten-tion, good LUCK.

[Ohno chuckles a bit as Livestock's attention is diverted.  He seems
to find the thought of his new tag team partner trying to make a pass
at Meili amusing for some reason.  His facial expression rapidly
returns to dead serious when Zappa turns around.]

Livestock: Okay, and let me think here.  Nihao is hello, shie-shie is
thank you and shia-jin is good-bye?

Dr. Ow: That be, LIKE saying "HAWLRO", "THHRRRNNNKKU YER", and
"GORBUHYY".  But I not, ex-PECT you be, good in GREAT Chi-nese
lang-uage as, OOOHHHNNNOOO is in, Eng-lish.

Livestock: And what's the difference between Cantonese and Mandarin
again?

Zeke: Just go with Mandarin, Livestock.  If you're going to learn
anything it won't be Cantonese.  Try it and you'll need oral surgery
just to get the knots out of your tongue.

[Pan over slightly to where Broderick Ezekiel Craven, commonly known
as Zeke, reclines in the bough of a Gingko tree, fiddling with a long
pipe ... again.]

Zeke: Sooo ... anybody see that opium guy lately?  I'm just curious as
we've yet to exchange Facebook accounts.  Social networking is very
important in today's economy.

Livestock: If I had I'm sure I wouldn't tell you Zeke, you're starting
to look, uh, actually even more like an addict than usual.

Zeke: What's that supposed to mean?

Livestock: That you're a wiry redhead with leathery skin and hair like
a plastic troll doll that also wraps around your face like a freakish
fox skin scarf.

Zeke: ...

Livestock: Uhm, what I meant was--

Zeke: Touche'.

Livestock: *Whew*.

Zeke: But for the record, I'm not addicted to opium.  I'm just
reliving my youth for, you see, when Bill and I were in our 20's we
actually toured the orient.  True, it was mass chaos, there wasn't
much of a payoff from Bill's fights and we both barely made it out
alive but I am often wistful when I think of those bygone days.

Dr. Ow: THAT, guy only HERE on, THURS-days.

Zeke: Yes!  Okay Ohno, you just officially moved up past Warren Hayes
on my list of useful people.

Livestock: Gah!  Dammit, Ohno don't be an enabler.

Dr. Ohno: You JOK-ing?  Ev-er-y-body know THAT Zeke, would SMOKE
wall-paper if he, not find DRUGS.

[Running a hand over his face, Livestock somehow still comes back with
a smile.]

Livestock: Okay, tell me again about your plan for me in your movie.
I'll be a badass action hero, right?  Will we be crime-fighting twins
on a mission to find the murderer of our former and now deceased
triplet?

Dr. Ohno: CLOSE.

Livestock: Really?!  Which part is right?

Dr. Ohno: You, have most HONOR-ble role in, cin-e-ma!  You are...
STUNT double for, OOOOOOHHHHHNNNOO!  Men would, KILL to be in, that
SPOT.

Livestock: What!?  C'mon, that's not the deal.  It was written into
our championship contract that I would have a role in your movie,
speaking, with at least 3 lines.

Dr. Ohno: EV-ryone know THAT, most EX-press-ive LINES in, cin-e-ma
OF-ten are SCREAMS when, thrown FROM roof or, jump THROUGH burn-ing
win-DOW.

[Ohno reaches into his pocket and finds an eyepatch, a match to his
own.  He walks over and places it on Livestock's head.]

Livestock: Ah, so my character ... has one eye?

[Pan back to show an overly fat man walking with a cane who stands
behind a shrubbery.  Pan over to show an overly tall man with a hard
cast on one forearm.  Rather than belabor the point, it's Dr. Mal
Practice and Gutch Bartilucci.  Both seem to be very stressed at what
they see from their hiding place.]

Dr. Mal: Look!  Look!  He gave him a matching eyepatch!  That's
obviously in preparation for that under-the-ring switch trick that
only full-time established forever tag teams use!  No doubt they've
already named themselves the Trans-Pacific Express and are working on
a deadly tag team finisher even as we speak.

Gutch: Aw *BLEEP*, 'Stock.  How could you do this to me?  True, I
dropped you like a hot potato for another partner not 6 months ago,
but you're supposed to be better than me which makes you worse now.

Dr. Mal: I refuse to accept this revolting development!  We'll break
them up, if it's the last thing you d... WHOOPS, I mean we do!

Gutch: Yeah, you're right.  I hate to admit it, but I sure as hell
need Livestock more than he needs me.  And no offense, but between you
and Ohno, he's the one that can move, right, so I figure we're in the
same boat.

Dr. Mal: The doctor is ou... WHAT IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?!

[There is a deafening silence as everyone in the area turns to stare
at the shrubbery, which quickly shuffles behind a nearby scene
backdrop.  Gutch follows quickly... er, as quickly as he can, but the
backdrop is pushed up against a wall.]

Gutch: Move over!

Dr. Mal: Not... enough... room...

[The backdrop falls down, and two very very large men fall on top of
it in a stumbling mass.  Mal and Gutch roll in opposite directions,
flattening several props and bowling over an attendant, before sitting
up to see that the entire Zeke/Ohno/Livestock entourage has since left
the area.  Both men exhale sighs of relief.

And then security shows up.]

Dr. Mal: ...not again.

[Fade!

We are standing by with Dean Hayes.  Where there is a split screen
with PVW owner, Dex Willingham.]

DH: Good evening, Mr. Willingham.  Thank you for taking the time to
grant us this interview here tonight as we attempt to get to the
bottom of just who is paying the Mercenary!

[Dex Willingham smiles and gives a slight nod.]

DW: No problem, Dean.  I have always said you are one of the hardest
working men in the company.

DH: Thank you!  So let me just toss it out there.  Are you the one
paying The Mercenary?

DW: Yes.

[SHOCKING POP INSIDE THE ARENA.]

DH: What? ... I mean you are?

[You can tell Dean Hayes wasn't expecting that response ... Or atleast
the way Dex Willingham responded.]

DW: Of course I am.  He is a PVW employee just like any other active
wrestler on the roster.  Heck I am signing your check too!

[Okay so perhaps the response wasn't exactly the response we thought
it was.]

DH: Okay that makes sense. So let me rephrase the question then.  Are
you secretly paying the Mercenary to get revenge on Jessica Marshall
and make her life hell?

[Dex Willingham lets out a small laugh before responding.]

DW: Dean I am not going to lie.  I enjoy watching Jessica Marshall
squirm as much as the next guy.  She has made a lot of enemies in this
industry.  She was the first huge hire by SSN to come into PVW and
start shaking things up.  Jessica and I never saw eye to eye.  However
I am _not_ the one paying the Mercenary to make her life a living
hell.

[Dean Hayes nods.]

DH: Do you have any idea who might be doing this?

DW: Like I said that list is a mile long.  You have been doing an
outstanding job tracking down possible candidates.  However I can
guarantee nobody inside PVW management is responsible for paying the
Mercenary any kind of extra bonus to get even with Jessica Marshall.

[Dean Hayes seems to have a bit of a disappointing look on his face.]

DH: Okay well thank you for clearing that up Mr. Willingham.  Is there
anything else you would like to add while we have taken this rare
opportunity to see you on PVW television?

DW: I would like to just add how proud I am of the PVW locker room.
While there are a lot of heated situations that arise show-after-show.
There isn't a locker room in this industry that goes out there and
puts it all on the line night after night like these guys do.  We are
a month away from End Game.  It's been a long journey with our share
of problems.  I am proud to bring End Game back to Phoenix as we look
forward to the 2011 tour.

DH: Thank you for your time, Mr. Willingham.

DW: Thank you, Dean.

[We cut back to ring side.]

CL: That was nice seeing the man behind the birth of PVW.

FH: Dex started a nice company for Johnny Detson to run.

CL: I guess the search for the man paying the Mercenary will continue
on.  At this point I am running out of ideas of _who_ this could be.

FH: Like it's been stated many times before.  The list is actually too
big to do an investigation in this short of time.

CL: Either way I assume we will find out soon.

FH: If only Jessica could get that briefcase open.

CL: Perhaps that is going to be the only way.  Let's go back to the
ring as Herk Douglas is standing by again.

HD: This match is scheduled for one fall and for and it's for a spot
in the Called Shot match at End Game.

[POP!]

... Introducing first wrestling out of Lancaster, Lancastershire,
England.

[THAT CAN BE ONLY ONE SOB BOOOOO!]

... Weighing in at 203 pounds.  Accompanied to the ring by his
Financial Advisor, Jacob Rose.

[MORE BOO'S!]

... The Bad Wolf ... CHRISTOPHER BLACK !!!

[We hate this guy reaction from the Surprise, Arizona fans.  The jeers
are drowned out by "Painkiller" by the Freestylers w/Pendulum.  The At
6'8"/ 300 lbs Financial Advisor is the first to emerge from the
curtains.

The English hothead is right behind him.  Wearing his usual beat-up
black leather jacket.  The duo make their way down the aisle way as
Black stops and gets into it with a young fan dressed in a "Chi-Town
Beast" shirt.]

CL: Christopher Black doesn't have any respect for anybody.

FH: Why should he.  He has been marching his way through the
competition.  He defeated AsH ... And he has all but intimidated the
PVW TV Champion.

CL: I doubt that he has intimidated, Sinister.

FH: Come on you haven't seen the Chi-Town chicken shake in his boots
every time the Bad Wolf comes along?

CL: Chi-Town Chicken?

HD: His opponent ...

[TEAR DOWN THE ROOF POP!]

["Loyal to No-One" by The Dropkick Murphy's plays over the PA as the
arena goes completely crazy.]

[A hooded man stands at the entrance bouncing to the beat of the
music. His head is down so his face is completely covered. The man
lifts up his head to reveal that it is none other "The Celtic
Crippler" Caleb Foley and the crowd has absolutely exploded now with
cheers. Caleb pulls the hood off his head and reveals his reddish hair
completely slicked back and a full red beard with a black goatee.
Caleb begins to walk down the entrance when he stops, he bends down
and pounds his knuckles to the ground and his points up to the sky as
a huge pyro display goes off!!]

HD: FROM DUBLIN, IRELAND, STANDING 6 FOOT 1 AND WEIGHING IN AT TWO
HUNDRED AND TWENTY FIVE POUNDS, THIS IS


                THE CELTIC CRIPPLER....


                 CALEB FOLEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!



[CROWD POPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

[Foley continues to walk down to the ring as he takes off the hooded
jacket. Foley slides underneath the bottom ropes and waits patiently
in the corner. Caleb takes off his "Kiss Me I'm Irish" t-shirt and
throws it into the crowd. Foley begins to stretch in his corner as the
crowd begins to die down. ]

CL: The fans love Caleb Foley!

FH: I've never understood why.

CL: How about picking up a huge victory over Johnny Detson last week?

FH: Didn't happen.

CL: Speaking of that match.  It appears that Caleb Foley is wearing a
brace over that knee that Detson attempted to injure.

FH: If Black picks up the victory here tonight.  Then Detson did his
job and kept Caleb Foley out of the Called Shot match.


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

PVW - HEATWAVE - CALLED SHOT QUALIFIER
Christopher Black v. Caleb Foley

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

*DING*DING*DING*

[Both men motion for a tie-up simultaneously, and lock horns in the
center, struggling against one another's strength. Caleb Foley takes
the early advantage, but Christopher Black spins it around, and the
two stumble back against the turnbuckles.]

CL: These two are so evenly matched...

FH: Yeah okay keep telling yourself that. Black is gonna kill Foley.

[Rolling along the ropes, neither man can take control of the other,
as the ref squeezes himself between the two, to separate them. Black
backs away slowly, his palms in the air.]

CL: I just can't pick a winner!

FH: Black all the way...

[Black steps back into the middle of the ring, and motions for Foley
to come and try things one more time. Caleb obliges with another
collar-and-elbow, and, after some more grappling, Foley finally takes
the advantage, with a side headlock...]

CL: Here we go! Caleb clamping on that headlo-

FH: Hold your horses! Black with the reversal!

[Black slips back into a hammerlock. Foley winces, grabs his shoulder,
and reaches for a get-out. Finding nothing, he reaches back, and
lashes out with a back elbow, but Black ducks. However, Foley, too, is
quick to react, spinning, setting him up, and...]

CL: Russian legsweep! PERFECTLY executed!

[To his credit, Black bounces right back up after the move, the two
men to their feet in stereo. The crowd applauds, as The Bad Wolf holds
the back of his head.]

CL: Both men back up, and another stand-off, here...

FH: Are they just gonna do this all match?

CL: I would think not.

FH: Good. Cause this is NOT what I paid to see!

[In the meantime, the two men are once again circling one another,
moving around the ring, the crowd buzzing with excitement. Another
tie-up is won quickly, but Black this time, as he clamps on a side-
headlock of his own. Foley quickly counters, dropping to his knees and
attempting to take his opponent over in a fireman's carry, but Black
counters, flipping out of it and landing on his feet.]

CL: Look at that! What an athlete!

[Black's momentum carries him into the ropes, and he rebounds, as
Foley drops to his stomach. On the return, Foley goes downstairs
again, before springing to his feet and going for a hip-toss. Black
tries to counter with one of his own, but it's blocked. There is a
momentary stalemate, until Black nails a boot to the mid-section,
drapes his head across the back of Foley's head...]

FH: Black flips out of it...

[Black goes for a clothesline, but Foley ducks, and counters with a
waist lock. Black manages to block the suplex attempt, slipping behind
with a waist lock of his own, and rolling back into a smart pinning
clutch.]

FH: Wait a minute!

CL: Where did THAT come from?

FH: Black with Foley rolled up!


!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




[In the blink of an eye, Foley rolls back into a pin of his own...]

FH: Foley counters!


!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




[The force of Black's kick-out sends Foley careering into the ropes,
tumbling through and into a heap at ringside. He slaps the mats in
frustration, as his opponent gets back to his feet back in the ring.]

CL: Black may only be five months young in the PVW.  However he fights
like a veteran.

FH: He has a decorated fighting back ground.  Those English soccer
fans are tough!

[Foley and Black stand across as the English and Irish superstars go
to lock up again, but this time Black kicked that right knee brace ...
He kicked it again ... He dropped down and with a chop block started
working over the apparent Achilles heel of the Celtic Crippler.]

CL: Christopher Black is going _right_ to work on that right knee of
Caleb Foley's.

FH: The Bad Wolf smelt blood.  He knew where the bulls-eye on Caleb
Foley was.  Johnny Detson painted it with bright red circles and a
huge sticky note that said, Kick me here.

[And that is exactly what the Bad Wolf is doing kicking the hell out
of that knee.  He grabs the leg and cranks it over into a submission
hold.]

CL: Smart strategy by Black.  It's obvious that knee is still in a lot
of pain.

FH: The Called Shot is on the line.  You can bet that the Bad Wolf
will pull out all the stops to qualify.

CL: Bad Wolf lets go of the knee and a GROIN STOMP!

[BRUTAL OUCH HEEL POP!]

FH: Don't worry I have it from a good source that Caleb Foley doesn't
even know how to use those.

CL: And who would that source be?

FH: Your wife?

CL: ...

[Foley in pain, flat on his back near the corner.  The Bad
Wolf rolls out of the ring, grabs an arm and a leg of Foley's and rams
his back against the ringpost with big time force.]

CL: Black now working over the Celtic Cripplers whole body.

FH: The Bad Wolf can beat him in many ways.  He knows that Foley is an
Irishman and the English has owned the Irish their whole existence.

CL: Oh you have to be kidding me.  Not to get political here, but that
is about as much of an incorrect statement as any you've said on this
show.

FH: Relax Chip.  The Irish has their own holiday in Saint Patrick's
day.  It's not like we've never given them anything.

CL: This match is going to get us in all kinds of trouble.

[The Bad Wolf stands arrogantly on the outside as the fans boo loudly.
He stops by and gets in the face of a proud Irish fan who has a beer
in his hand.  The half blitz fan is right there as the two men are
nose-to-nose before outside officials are there before anything
escalates.]

CL: Jesus look at the lack of respect Black has even for the fans who
pay _ALL_ of our salaries.

FH: What did that fan think wearing a shirt like that?

CL: What was wrong with it?

FH: In this situation that would be like wearing a Yankees shirt to a
Redsox game.

CL: Black is back inside the ring and Foley has rolled from the corner
and onto the ring apron.

[Black adjusts his kneepads, as Foley pulls himself back up. Pausing
for a moment to catch his breath before climbing up on to the apron,
his opponent moves in to grab him, only to find Foley driving a
shoulder into his abdomen. Vaulting the top rope, and somersaulting a
bent-double Black, Foley grabs the legs, and attempts to pull him
over. The fans cheer, as Black reaches out and swipes at the top rope,
struggling to keep himself from being pulled over...]

FH: OH MY! Sunset flip!!

CL: He can't get him over... can he?!

FH: NO HE CAN'T!

[Suddenly, Black drops to his knees, pinning down Foley's
shoulders...]

FH: Black COUNTERS!


!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




[And then, Foley reaches up with his feet, rolls Black up...]

FH: WAIT A MINUTE!

CL: WHAT THE-?!

FH: FOLEY RE-COUNTERS!


!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




CL: NO!!!!

FH: Luck of the Irish right there.

[Black rolls back out of the pinning combo, keeping hold of Foley's
ankles as he goes. Rolling forward, he hooks both of his opponent's
legs up tight in a vertical press...]

FH: And now Black with ANOTHER pinning combo!


!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!



[Foley links his arms around Black's abdomen, bridges up to a standing
position. The fans sound an impressed pop, as he spins Black around,
hooks the arm...]

FH: BACKSLIDE BY CALEB!

CL: Look at these two men fight for the pinfall attempt!


!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




!!! THREE --- !!!


[DISSAPOINTMENT POP!]

[Black rolls back out of the move at the very last instant, he and
Foley both back to their feet at the same time yet again. The two men
stand not three feet apart, eyes fixed on one another, chests heaving,
the crowd applauding for that brilliant exchange...]

FH: Good LORD! What an incredible match we have right here!

CL: It's exhausting me just WATCHING these guys!  What a tremendous
exchange of maneuvers we just witnessed, and
that confirmed it...

[After a short stand-off, the two men lock up once more. Black quickly
emerges with the advantage, twisting Foley into an arm-wringer. Foley,
however, snags him in a side headlock, only for Black to back him into
the ropes, and launch him across...]

CL: Foley into the ropes...

[Black leapfrogs Foley as he rebounds, and spins around. Foley slips
out of the slam attempt over his opponent's shoulder, and dropkicks
Black and before we can blink Foley follows the dropkick up with a
standing moonsault and then points to the ropes...]

CL: I think Foley is gonna try and end it...

FH: If I was Foley I stay on The Bad Wolf and make sure he doesn't get
back up. He could be making a HUGE mistake.

[Foley is climbing the turnbuckle as Black is starting to make his way
back up to his feet. Foley has reached the top ropes and Black lungs
at the ropes and Foley is now singing an extremely high note...]

CL: I guess there won't be any little Foley's running around anytime
soon.

FH: Your say that like it is a BAD thing...

[Back to the action Black now is driving closed right fist into the
skull of Foley as Caleb seems to be out of it. Black is climbing the
ropes and Foley connect with a wild haymaker which sends Black back
down onto the mat and Foley is trying to shake the cobwebs out while
Black hops back onto his feet and charges at Foley but Caleb sticks a
boot out and it connects right into the face of Christopher. Black
lunges a second time but this time Foley leaps off the top ropes and
connect with a spinning DDT!]


"___THUUUUUD___"


[POP!]


CL: FOLEY ROARING BACK!

FH: Yeah but he is really favoring that knee again.

[He pulls Black back up and quick snap suplex.  He hits the ropes and
a knee drop ... However the Celtic Crippler is slow getting back to
his feet.]

CL: Foley really in some pain here.  If he is going to make it into
the highly anticipated Called Shot he is going to have to dig down
deep.

FH: And that isn't the Foley way.

CL: At Tradition Five I think we all learned otherwise.

[Foley begins to attempt to go for the Celtic Cross, but with Caleb's
body blocking the ref's view, Black is able to drive a hammer fist
into the side of that knee. before Foley can fully apply the hold.]

CL: Black not going quietly.  He is just destroying what is left of
that knee it appears.

FH: I told you a real wolf smells the weakness and goes for the
jugular!

CL: Black now setting Foley up ... TIGER DRIVER!


"___THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"


[HEEL POP!]


... And it appears that knee continues to plague the Celtic Crippler
this match.

FH: It's going to be the Achilles heel that puts the Bad Wolf in the
Called Shot.

[Black locks Foley into his Half Crab w/Armlock ...]

CL: Black calls this, The Frenzy.

FH: And Foley is right back into another bad position.  This is
starting to become a theme in Caleb Foley matches.

CL: It's been since Rise From the Ashes II however since Foley has
lost a match.

FH: His luck ends tonight!

[Foley grinding his teeth in severe pain as the referee looks on.]

CL: Foley is in some serious trouble here.  He isn't close to the
ropes and it looks like Black has things locked on tight.

FH: It looks all but over to me.

[The jeers turn into cheers as the PVW Television Champion, Big Daddy
Sin, Sinister comes strolling out from the back.   With the TV
Championship title belt in tow he walks slowly down the aisle way.]

FH: What is he doing out here?

CL: Earlier tonight it was Christopher Black who  made an appearance
and attacked Sinister.  Perhaps the TV Champion and locker room leader
just wants to insure that the Bad Wolf plays by the rules.

FH: Who does he think he is?

CL: The PVW TV Champion?

[Black finally notices the Chi-town Beast as he makes his way down to
ring side.  The hot headed Bad Wolf leaps off Foley and begins storm
towards the ropes shouting at Sinister.]

CL: It appears Christopher Black has lost his concentration.

FH: And Jacob Rose is trying to calm his client down from the outside.

[The Celtic Crippler is up and gingerly stumbles over where he grabs
the Bad Wolf and turns him and hooks a fisherman suplex, but Black
catches him in a school boy roll-up, grabbing a handful of tights at
the same time!]


!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




!!! THREE !!!




[ROARING POP!]


CL: NO THE REFEREE HAS NOTICED THE HANDFUL OF TIGHTS!

FH: What handful of tights!?!

[Black leaps up and angrily begins to argue with the referee then
turns and yells towards Sinister that this is his fault!]

CL: Black isn't happy he is demanding this was a three count.

FH: This is all Sinister's fault!

[And Foley who isn't putting any pressure on his right knee behind and
a backslide!]


!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




!!! THREE !!!



[ROARING OH YEAH POP!]


CL: FOLEY JUST PINNED BLACK!

FH: Dammit!  This is all Sinister's fault!

CL: And Black is up and he is LIVID!

FH: He _should_ be!

HD: The winner of the match and advancing to the Called Shot at End
Game, The Celtic Crippler ... CALEB FOLEY!

[FOLEY WINS POP!]

[Black is having an argument with the referee as Foley has rolled to
the outside and Sinister pats the Celtic Crippler on the shoulder.
The two fan favorites stand on the outside full of smiles as the Bad
Wolf turns towards then about ready to attack, but Jacob Rose is right
there putting his arms up stopping his client before he gets himself
into a two-on-one situation.]

FH: Let him go ... He can take _both_ of them!

CL: And there was _SIX_!

FH: Only one remains.

CL: And we will --- Wait what's that?

[Awkward pause by Lester.]

CL: We have to go backstage now.

[Emily's trembling hands grab the handle of a large suitcase. She
pulls with all her might to lift the bag an inch off the cement floor
in an attempt to lug it up a staircase, but the plastic handle slips
through her fingers, and she falls backwards on the steps with an
exasperated sigh, her large sunglasses almost slipping off her nose
from the impact.

That's precisely when cleanly attired backstage reporter "Swinging"
Dean Hayes jumps on-screen with his microphone.]

SDH: Emily Landis! Or... Mrs Fontana?

[Emily protectively raises a hand and turns her head a away.]

Emily: No... no TV!

SDH [talking over Emily's protests]: Ever since Tradition V, we've
been looking...

Emily: I just... no TV...

SDH: ...to get some word, some reaction...

Emily: ...I only...

SDH: ...any kind of comment from Perry Fontana. As his wife, as Tom
Landis' sister, do you-

Emily: I JUST WANT TOM!

[After the sudden scream, Emily buries her shade covered eyes into her
hands, startling Dean into a dumbfounded silence.]

Emily: ...I don't want to do TV, I... I just need to find my brother,
OK?

[The shaking, the packed suitcase, the breakdown, the long red scarf
wrapped around her neck, the irregularly large sunglasses worn
indoors... It's starting to add up in Dean's mind and his tone
changes, his voice turning soft and supportive.]

SDH: What happened, Emily?

[She glances up over her glasses and spots the camera.]

Emily: ...Nothing. Nothing. I just... can't find Tom...

[She tries to look "normal," but the quivering betrays her words. Dean
mimes a cutting motion at the camera, and it brusquely falls from
shoulder level to knee level... but still films the scene from a sort
of "hidden camera" perspective.]

Emily: ...I got lost back here, that's all... I think it might be the
hormones, you know?

SDH: It's alright, Emily, it's gonna be alright...

Emily [Barely audible]: ...just need to find Tom...

SDH: You're... very brave.

[She sighs, shakes her head.]

Emily: He was so upset this week, I thought some... good news... would
make him forget about Tradition. Stupid idea... it's my fault...

SDH: It's not. I swear to you it isn't.  Look... the locker room is
just over there. We'll find Tom, and everything will be OK...

[As Dean pats the shaken woman's shoulder, a shadow looms over him.
The interviewer looks up apprehensively... then exhales in relief when
he recognizes "Hellraiser" Tom Landis. With a silent nod towards
Emily's big brother, Dean stands aside.]

HTL: I came as soon as I heard. What's... going on?

[Tom quickly appraises the situation, then pulls the sunglasses off
his sister's face. Her eye is a pulpy shade of purple.]

HTL: This better not be what it looks like...

Emily: Don't tell mom... please?

[She buries her face between her hands again. Tom clenches his hand so
tightly the shades snap and fall to the floor in pieces.]

HTL: He's gonna regret this.

[Emily raises her head to look imploringly at her brother.]

Emily: It wasn't his fault... I knew the time wasn't right...

[Tom shakes his head, sighs heavily, and sits on the stair steps next
to his sister, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.]

HTL: We'll deal with him later. Right now, I'm here for you.

[Emily falls to her brother's lap, sobbing.]

HTL: You always fell for the a-holes. I should have known you'd wed
the biggest one.

[Landis caresses his sister's blond locks.]

HTL: We'll set you up in the guest room... and then we'll go to
Ghirardelli's and get some hot cocoas, just like the old times,
alright?

[Emily raises her head to look back at her brother, tucks some of her
hair behind her ear and nods. Tom pulls her to her feet, and he grabs
her suitcase. Nearby, Dean Hayes straightens up before the camera,
sober look to his face, but also mixed with worried warmth.]

SDH: Well, folks, sometimes, events that are...

[This the moment where Perry Fontana strikes, flying down the stairs
to hit "Hellraiser" Tom Landis from behind. From the force of the
unexpected blow, Landis trips over the suitcase, and grazes by Dean
Hayes as he goes sprawling onto the floor.]

SDH: What... WHAT'S GOING ON, HERE?

["The Everlasting" Perry Fontana rips the shirt off Tom's back, then
takes off his own robe before repeatedly stomping on his brother-in-
law's back and head, again and again and again! Landis tries to crawl
away, but Perry unmercifully stomps, slings an insult in Italian,
strikes Tom with a pair of demeaning slaps to the back of the head,
then stomps again! The Deathless One pulls Landis back to his
feet and grabs him by his blond hair, aiming to crack Tom's skull on
the staircase's steel railing...

...But Tom blocks with his boot!!

Landis elbows Fontana in the gut, smashes his face with a forearm
shot, makes Perry drop to his knees with an uppercut!  With his left
hand, Tom clutches Il Eterno's thick, luscious black hair, balls his
right fist...]

HTL: This one... This one's for my sister!

[...And he unloads! That one connects with Fontana's jaw, and the
Italian-French-Canadian collapses on the steps!

Landis bestrides his dazed brother-in-law, towering over him, when a
red scarf wraps itself around Tom's throat, a hysterical young Emily
jumping on his back!]

SDH: Emily... What are you doing??

[The Hellraiser flails about, but doesn't dare throw his sudden
assailant off his back... And for all his consideration, he's rewarded
with Perry's knee in the gut!]

Emily: Get him, Perry! Get him!

[It's Fontana's turn to respond with a series of rights, and as his
wife scurries off, Perry grabs the scarf wrapped around Tom's neck and
whips his brother back first into the staircase's steel railing!]


"___CLAAAAANG!___"


SDH: What's going on?

[As Emily wipes off some of the blueish make-up off her eye, her
husband spits a few words at his brother-in-law.]

Fontana: You've angered me, cousin, you did. And this is just the
_tip_ of the ICEBERG, for you've WOKEN the _beast_... aaah ouais! But
there's someone that you've angered more than I, Tom...

[Leaning into one of the steps, Emily joins in to talk down to her
brother while Perry chokes him with the scarf.]

Emily: I wasn't going to get involved in this, Tommy, didn't even
watch the shows... but then, three weeks ago, some lady from the
women's shelter dropped by. She said she'd been watching you on the
PVW shows, and somehow got the notion that I was being _abused_.

Do you have any idea how _humiliating_ that meeting was for me? What
were you planning to do, next year? Call Child Protective Services?

[Any response Landis could have given to his sister is muted by a
violent knee smash from Perry.]

Emily: You've been trying to sabotage my marriage from the
beginning... You never gave Perry a chance! Not once! And your
reaction tonight clinches it... I can't believe you thought he could
lay a hand on me. I can't believe you even thought I could let such a
thing happen!  You may like getting your ass routinely kicked, and
made a career out of it, that doesn't mean everyone else in the
family is into the same thing, Tommy!

[Fontana pulls his brother by the hair and slams his cranium into the
steel railing!]


"___CLOOOONG!___"


[As Landis' eyes glaze over, Perry applies a chickenwing on his left
arm, and he wraps the scarf around Tom's neck and bent arm to tie both
the choke and the painful chickenwing tightly in place.]

Emily: I never realized how right Brianna had always been about you...
maybe I was too young to see you for what you really are... but I'm a
grown woman, now. A married woman.

You, Tommy, are NOT my dad!

[Pulling on the scarf tied around Tom's bent arm and neck, Fontana
drags his suffocating victim up for an entire flight of stairs... When
it looks like Landis could pass out from lack of oxygen, the pain from
the unforgiving chickenwing jolts him back to consciousness.]

Emily: And for God's sake, Tommy, tell Tara to stop calling, already!

[Emily grabs her suitcase and walks away, but Fontana remains. Perry
crouches down to loosen the scarf that constricts Tom's neck, and
softly pats his nearly unconscious brother's cheek.]

Fontana: You know what I _love_ most about you, my brother? ...You
always take your beatings like a _man_.

But no matter how _big_ of a BEATING you _take_, cousin, or how
_lucky_ you may get... aaah ouais! You're no longer *_THE_* _man_ in
this family!

[Fontana rises and follows his wife out of the screen, stopping only
long enough to pick up his robe before walking past Dean Hayes.
Consummate professional, the interviewer contains his outrage...
barely.]

SDH: Disgusting.  ...Frankly... Disgusting.

[Cut back to the announcers.]

CL: ...

FH: Wow ...

CL: I ... I ... just don't know what to say right now.  Poor Tom ...

FH: That ... Was ... GENIUS!

CL: You are as disgusting as they are, Fred.

FH: Thank you!

CL: I am not going to spend any more time on it.  Fontana got what he
wanted.  He won't get me talking about it.  Let's just go back to the
ring.

FH: Awww ... Sour puss!

HD: This match is scheduled for one fall and will be for the final
spot of the End Game, Called Shot match!

[POP!]

... Introducing first wrestling out of Pittsburgh.  Weighing in at 295
pounds.   The Misery Machine ---

MARCUS MANSON!

[Pale blue spotlights illuminate the aisle from underneath, playing
off of a thin mist rising from the floor... creating an ethereal-
looking effect as the powerful frame of Marcus Manson slowly walks
through the curtain.

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

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

CL: Manson could be a huge addition to the Called Shot.  He has
already made a statement by attacking the PVW American Champion
repeatedly.

FH: Imagine if Nevermind and Manson were in the match together?

HD: His opponent ...  Wrestling out of Minneapolis, Minnesota.

"THE PALADIN"

CHRIS

HARTT !!!

['Unbreakable' by Fireflight plays over the speakers, as video footage
of Chris Hartt's past matches play in a sequence of his best spots and
punishing moves. Hartt walks out from the back and down the aisle,
holding hands out to a few fans, but keeping his hard eyes and steady
gaze on his opponents in the ring.

And he takes off at full speed as the fans go crazy!]

CL: Chris Hartt has rolled underneath the bottom ropes and he
isn't waiting for the referee to call for the bell!

FH: Big mistake by the Paladin.  You have to wrestle smart
when you take on the Misery Machine.  He is one move away
from ending the match and your goal of making the Called
Shot.

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

PVW - HEATWAVE - CALLED SHOT QUALIFIER
Marcus Manson v. Chris Hartt

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

*DING*DING*DING*

[Both men are going at it head-to-head.  Rights and lefts
are being tossed.  Hartt is tossing about three to Manson's
one.  However the impact of Manson's one punch seems to be
doing just as much damage.]

CL: Chris Hartt isn't backing down!  He is tired of it and
he is here to take complete advantage of his second chance
to make it into the Called Shot.

FH: He doesn't even deserve this second chance.  Next time
that Chris Hartt calls Johnny Detson out he should remember
this.

[The Paladin ducks under a bone crushing right hand and hits
the ropes he rebounds and takes the Misery Machine off his
feet with a spinning heel kick.]

[POP!]

CL: Chris Hartt is down here and he is ready to fight!

FH: It's about time.  He has been the punching bag of the
league for the past few months.  I was about to start
calling him, Will Geddings.

[Chris Hartt not wasting any time hits the ropes and as Manson was
pushing himself up he received a low aimed dropkick right into the
side of his head.  Chris Hartt then locked on a side headlock starting
to control the match.]

CL: Chris Hartt is one of the best at controlling the pace of the
match.  He works his opponent over until he finds an opening and slaps
that deadly Avenger on.

FH: It's going to take quite the "working" to lock any type of Avenger
on, Marcus Manson.

CL: In the tag team match at Tradition five it looked all but locked
on until Larry Gionet decided to turn on his friend.

FH: Marcus Manson would have never submitted.

CL: I guess we never will know.

[Manson works his way back to his feet.  He backs the Paladin back
into the ropes and breaks the lock sending him across.  Manson goes
for an early back body drop and Hartt stops kicks the Misery Machine
in the face and leaps into a headscissors take down.]

[POP!]

CL: Look at Chris Hartt go!  He has come out here and started the
match off taking every early opportunity in front of him.

FH: Chip ... It's Marcus freakin' Manson!  It took William Craven in a
match as insane as the Meatgrinder to beat him.  Wake up and smell the
coffee ...

[As Manson raises back to his feet he is quickly met with a series of
stiff knife-edge chops ...]


"___TWAAAAAP___"

"___TWAAAAAP___"

"___TWAAAAAP___"

"___TWAAAAAP___"


CL: Chris Hartt is lighting Marcus Manson's chest up with those chops!
He backs him up against the ropes ... Manson reverses!  Tilt-a-whirl
...


"___THUUUUUD___"


[Manson twisted the much lighter Chris Hartt and into a suplex in mid-
air. He then stood over the Paladin and placed one boot over his chest
with a message pinfall.]


!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




CL: No Hartt with a pretty easy kick out.

FH: Manson sent the message however.  He is deep into Chris Hartt's
head.  He can do whatever he wants when he wants and there is nothing
that the Paladin can do about it.  Just like Johnny Detson ... Just
like Nevermind ... Just like Larry Gionet.

CL: There is something he can do.  He can win this match and go into
End Game where those three men you just mention will be involved in
the Called Shot.

FH: Won't happen.

CL: I guess we will find out.

[Manson yanks Hartt up and lifts him up and right back down with a
backbreaker across his mid-back.  Manson then drops his knee down onto
the chest of Hartt using it like a blunt end of a hammer and pushing
down with a pinning attempt.]


!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!



CL: Hartt kicks out again.  If there is one thing Chris Hartt has
proven it's he has as much heart and fight in him as anyone we have
ever had wrestle in a PVW ring.

FH: Heart and fight is all good and well.  But when you step inside
the ring with a wrecking machine like Marcus Manson it's all dust in
the wind.

[Manson uses his foot to nudge him a bit just mocking the Paladin in
the center of the ring.  He hits the ropes and leaps up with a big
knee drop ...]


"___THUMP___"


[HE MISSED POP!]


CL: Hartt rolled out of the way!

[Manson stumbles up holding that knee and meets a dropkick that sends
him back into the ropes by Chris Hartt.  The Paladin is back up and
charges with a clothesline that sends the Misery Machine up and over
the top ropes and he lands on his feet on the outside.   Chris Hartt
gives a "what the hell" shrug and charges and _dives_ through the
middle of the ropes like a shooting arrow and lands right into the
chest area of Marcus Manson sending both men to the cement.]


[HOLY BLEEP POP!]


CL: CHRIS HARTT PUTTING HIS BODY ON THE LINE HERE TONIGHT!

FH: If all else fails ... Use your body as a weapon.  Not a bad
strategy by Chris Hartt, but it's not going to work.

CL: It's worked for the time being.  Both men are down on the cement
and the fans are going nuts.

[Both men find themselves pushing themselves back up at the same time.
Hartt drives a hard right hand ... Another ... He turns and leaps up
using the guard rail and springboards himself off with a cross body,
but Manson catches him and locks him into a bearhug.  He then turns
and charges him back first towards the side ring post.]


"___BAAAANNNNG___"


[OUCH HEEL POP!]


CL: Chris Hartt taking another chance, but this time it didn't pay off
as Marcus Manson was able to catch him and crush him between the ring
post.

FH: Chris Hartt isn't usually a risk taker.  If he wants to beat
Marcus Manson he is going to need to go back to what works for him.

CL: That could hold some truth to it.

FH: The only problem is that is absolutely nothing.

CL: I should have saw that coming.

[Manson rolls Chris Hartt back into the ring.  The Misery Machine
gives a "everything is going as planned" smile into the camera as he
slowly heads back into the match. Chris Hartt now back on his feet and
holding his mid-back where Manson crashed it into the steel outside
ring post.]

CL: Hartt challenging Manson to get back inside the ring and wrestle.

FH: Okay so this is one of those moments when you say - Heart just
isn't enough.  Think before you act!

[Hartt and Manson lock up.  Manson powers the smaller man into the
corner.  Manson begins to lay in a heavy chop to the chest.  Manson
goes for a second chop, but Hartt manages to evade and slip out of the
corner. Hartt leaps and nails Manson with a dropkick. Hartt springs
off the ropes and nails Manson across the back with a kick.  Manson
staggers out of the corner and when Hartt grabs his arm for an armbar,
Manson drags Hartt around and tosses him far across the ring.]

CL: Now that looked like the Chris Hartt we all know.  Until Manson's
size again just played against him.

FH: Chris Hartt is almost like a rag doll in there.

CL: It looks like the get in there and swing with four or five hits to
take a big beating in return may be paying off though.  It is starting
to show some wear on the Misery Machine.

FH: That's confidence, Chip.

[Manson slowly over but yanks the Paladin to his feet and hoist him up
high overhead.  Hartt manages to get a hand across Manson's eyes and
as Hartt falls, Hartt takes Manson down with a Hurricanrana.]


[NEVER DIE POP!]


CL: You were saying, Fred?

FH: I don't know I actually forgot.

CL: How convenient.

[Hartt takes advantage of Manson's downed position and starts to lock
on the deadly Avenger, but Manson manages to quickly pull himself to
a rope and grab it before it was locked on.]


[THAT WAS CLOSE POP!]


CL: Wow!  Hartt can almost pull that move out of no where and he
proved it right there.  Marcus Manson's eyes are about as big as ---

[Fred cuts him off.]

FH: Your wife's breast!

CL: Not what I was going to say.

FH: No but it puts a nice picture in my head.

[Hartt going right back to work not letting Manson refocus, However
the second shot woke the Misery Machine right back up.  He grabbed the
back of Hartt's head and grinded it across the top ropes with a rope
burn.  He then hit the Paladin with a gutwrench backbreaker going back
to work on that back area.  Manson then set up Hartt and hit a hot
shot sending him face first into the corner.]

CL: Manson starting to speed up his attacks.  No more pinning with one
boot or a knee.

FH: Just wait until he hits the heart punch.

CL: You can bet that Chris Hartt will be doing everything he can to
avoid that after being hit at Tradition five.

[Manson lifts Chris Hartt up with a full nelson and then slams him
hard to the mat.  He then grabs the legs of the Paladin and begins
twisting and spinning and lifts him up with a giant swing.]


"___THUUUUUUD___"



[BOOOOO!]


FH: Old school right there, Chip!  I love that move.

CL: Chris Hartt trying to push himself up, but he is dizzy.  Here
comes Manson and a running kneelift to the gut!

[Manson not wasting any time locks Hartt up with a belly-to-back ...
And sends Hartt down with ease with an overhead release German
suplex.]


"___THUUUUUD___"


CL: Manson yanks Hartt up and sends him into the ropes ...


"___THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"


... Flapjack Spinebuster!

FH: The ring shook on that one.  Manson hooking the leg.  We have our
seventh man in the called shot, Chip!


!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




!!! THREE !!!




[HUGE KICK OUT POP!]


CL: NO HARTT JUST GOT A SHOULDER UP!

FH: How the heck ... I could have swore it was over right there.

[Manson now points to his fist as he calls for the heartpunch.  He
yanks Chris Hartt to his feet and as he raises that fist ... Hartt
leaps into a close range dropkick that stumbles the Misery Machine!]

[POP!]

CL: Not this time!  Hartt isn't going down that easy!

[Hartt charges at Manson, leaning against the rope, and sails up and
over the ropes, grabbing Manson by the head and nailing him with a
guillotine. Manson staggers back, as Hartt rolls back into the ring
and kicks Manson in the gut, then drives him down with a faceplant.]


"___THUUUUUUUUUD___"


CL: HARTT HOOKING A LEG!


!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




FH: Let be the one who says it this time.  _KICK OUT_!

CL: Manson with a strong kick out.

[Both men are right back up, but Manson just _drills_ Hartt with a
lariat that kills the comeback momentum by the Paladin.]

CL: That just took the wind out of the sail.  Manson isn't looking in
the best of shape himself though.  This match has been a complete war
for fifteen minutes.

FH: Every time Marcus Manson steps inside the ring he is ready to
destroy.

[The attention of the spectators is distracted from the
Manson-Hartt match as it is directed to the entrance way as
Herscher von Donkerhardt makes his way down the aisle.]

FH: What is he doing here? Is he trying to distract Manson,
or jump Manson's beatdown que and get the beating that
finishes him off.

CL: He's not here to distract Manson, he said he was coming
down here to get an answer to his challenge.

FH: Heh, Manson will give him an answer and so much more.
The Misery Machine is going to send the little dutchboy back
to Dutchoslavia!

CL: Dutchowhat? The countries name is Holland, or the
Netherlands.

FH: Who cares about the name, its just another place full of
limpwrists we singlehanedly saved from the Nazis in World
War II.

CL: I see, History and Geography were obviously not your
strong points in school.

[HvD comes down the aisle and takes a seat next to the timekeeper. The
American Champion silently looks on as Manson pulls Chris Hartt to his
feet and picks him up with a bench press and lifts him high in the air
... once ... twice ... three times and slams him down to the mat.]

FH: Someone remove him, he's obviously here to distract
Manson or attack him from behind!

CL: You mean attack him from behind like Manson did to HvD?

FH: No, not like that it's, different.

CL: Different how?

FH: SHUT UP CHIP!

[Manson sees HvD out of the corner of his eye and turns his
attention to him. Manson starts shouting towards HvD to bring his
BLEEP inside the ring.]

MM: Why don't you leave that title here for me, and run to
the back before I beat your ass again?

HvD: Why don't you come down here and take it from me?

[From behind the distraction has been just enough as Chris Hartt wraps
his arms around the waist of Manson and GERMAN SUPLEX into a bridge!]


"___THUUUUUUUUUD___"


!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




!!! THREE !!!


[HUGE REDEMPTION POP!]


CL: CHRIS HARTT HAS DONE IT!

FH: With a little help from Hersher von Donkerhardt!

CL: At this time I think it's a little justified.  And we have our
final piece to the "Lucky Seven" Called Shot!

HD: The _WINNER_ of this match and moving on to the End Game Called
Shot ...

"THE PALADIN" CHRIS HARTT !!!

[HELL YEAH POP!]

[Marcus Manson is on his feet and only looks at Chris Hartt who is
holding his mid-back from the action.  He then turns and climbs
through the ropes. HvD stands up, takes off his jacket and loosens
his tie as he does this. The crowd reacts with excitement as
it looks like the two men are about to fight.]

FH: Get HvD out of here, he already cost Manson this
match!

[Manson charges towards the American Champion, who runs at Manson and
the two square off trading punches.]

[FACE POP!]

FH: This is a travesty, Manson should not have to be put in
this situation.

CL: What's that, a situation where he has to face someone
head on?

FH: SHUT UP CHIP!

CL: Fred Hoyle and his eloquent comebacks ladies and
gentlemen.

[HvD is holding his own in the fight until he gets a thumb
to eye from Manson. Manson follows up with a knee to the
gut. Manson grabs HvD by the back of the head and throws him
into the ringsteps. HvD goes up and over the steps.]


"___THUUUUUD___"




[HEEL POP]


FH: Now that's what happens when you get in Manson's face.
Its not a fight, its a career limiting move.

CL: Chris Hartt has been awarded this match but the Paladin is
allowing the two men to settle their own score.  He looks to be
heading right back towards the back as he wants some answers from an
old friend of his own.

[Manson picks up HvD and throws him into the now empty ring.
He throws him up against the turnbuckle and begins to pound
him with closed fists.  One of the fists has opened up a
gash over HvD's left eye, and blood is just pouring out of
the wound.]

MM: How's retirement sounding now Horsey?

[HEEL POP!]

[Manson puts  HvD's arm behind his head and positions him for
a heartpunch. Manson turns his head to laugh at and trade
barbs with some of the more vociferous fans.  Manson turns
around and is met with a head butt to the face.]

[FACE POP!]

[HvD follows up with a a knee to the gut, then another, then
another, and finishes off with a knee to the groin.]

[Male sympathy pop]

FH: What a coward, resorting to a low blow, such an
underhanded tactic!

CL: As opposed to a thumb to the eye?

FH: SHU--

CL: Shut up Chip? Didn't see that one coming.

FH: I hate you!

[Manson turns his back to HvD, to see if his Misery Machine
has been busted.  HvD comes up from behind and puts Manson
in a cobraclutch. Manson shakes wildly and struggles to get
out of the hold with no success. HvD locks the hold in and
then executes a suplex on Manson.]


"___THUUUUD___"


[FACE POP]

CL: Birth of Tragedy suplex! a signature move of HvD!

[Hvd executes another Birth of tragedy, and then another.
HvD just stands over Manson and watches him slowly get up.
As Manson gets up HvD executes a release German suplex on
Manson, Manson lands on his head and looks to be out of it.]

[FACE POP!]

[HvD looks down at Manson and then smiles. He looks to the
crowd and they cheer wildly. He turns to Manson, walks over
and puts him in The Will to Power submission hold. Manson
screams out in pain and tries frantically to get out of the
hold.]

[FACE POP!]

FH: Someone get out there and break this up before Manson
gets hurt!

CL: Where was your concern for HvD when Manson injured him?

FH: Shove it Chip!

CL: New material? I'm impressed Fred.

[HvD has the hold locked in and starts screaming at Manson!]

HvD: Accept the challenge!

MM: (TV EDIT)!

HvD: Accept the challenge, or I'll break your (TV EDIT)
neck!

MM: (TV EDIT!)

[Manson doesn't say a word, but the lock forces the beast to slap the
mat which is a sign of "accepting" the challenge.]

[HOLY BLEEP FACE POP!]

[extra referees and arena security rush the ring, and
eventually pull HvD off Manson. Both men are restrained as
they try to get at one another.]

MM: You'll (TV EDIT) regret this challenge Donkerhardt!

HvD: You'll regret forcing me to make the challenge!

[The two men are eventually escorted from the ring and
separately taken to the back.]

CL: HvD got Manson to agree to a match, the only question
now is will PVW sanction it, and where?

FH: Wrong! The real question is will HvD leave that match on
a stretcher or in a body bag? There's a heavy price to be
paid when you mess with "The Misery Machine"!

CL: I guess we get to find out at End Game now.  However Dean Hayes is
standing by backstage with PVW's number one contender!

FH: Gibson Hayes?

CL: No ... Doc Holliday.

[We're back at the interview area near the gorilla position. Dean
Hayes is standing by, next to the man who is known to the world mostly
as Doc Holliday.

Holliday has broken with tradition tonight by not wearing his usual
1880's-style regalia. Instead, he's wearing a loose-fitting black ring
jacket, made of a thin, shimmery material. The jacket descends below
his knees, partially covering his black-and-shiny-gold tights... which
are also different from his normal ring attire. Instead of the
sprawling outlines of Old-West-and-gambling themed items, the gold
section instead is a sweeping stylized pattern that extends down both
legs. At least he's wearing the same matching boots.

A lean man with a light-sandy-brown mullet and an angular-jawed face,
Holliday has a level, impassive expression on his clean-shaven face as
Dean Hayes begins the interview.]

DH: Tonight, Doc Hollid...

MLH: Pay attenshin, Dean. Ah didn't win at Tradi-shin. Thet means ah
ain't a-gonna use thet name no more, jus' lak ah agreed. Mah name is
Matthew Lee Holliday, an' ah got a birth certificate thet says so.

DH: Is that also why you've changed your sttire?

MLH: It is sho' nuff. Ah'll allus have an affecta-shin fer th' Ol'
West, an' ah'll still hold up th' Code Of The Ol' West. But ah live up
ta whut ah agreed to. Which is more'n ah kin say fer a certain punk
kid who still thinks he's in th' conversa-shin ta be Numbah One
Contender. But ah cain't spend no mo' focus on thet. Bill Craven ain't
a man ya fight half-minded.

DH: Do you think he'll be out to injure you, by the orders of Rick
Marley?

[Holliday laughs.]

MLH: If Marley thinks Bill takes ordahs, he's lost his mind. Bill
really ain't as hard ta figger as most folk think. They see all th'
green-tatted skin an' surgical work, an' figger he's so crazy they
cain't unnerstand him. Ah jus' don' think most folk realize whut kinda
worl' we wrasslers live in... it ain't like whutevah life y'all go
home to, ah reckon. Whut do ya think when ya see Bill's green skin,
forked tounge, an' all, Dean?

DH: I wonder what kind of man would choose to do that to himself.

MLH: Th' same kind who'd chosse ta abandon th' name he made over
fifteen long years.

DH: But that wasn't really your choice, was it? I mean, you chose to
go through with it, I guess...

MLH: EXACTLY. Bill Craven didn't wake up one day an' decide ta be a
lizard; he made a deal with some damn fool promoter who thought it'd
make him a boatload o' money. An' he gave his word, so he went through
with it. He didn't like it! He hates it! But he wouldn't stare down
thet man inna mirror an' say "Your word ain't worth th' ink ta write
it down with.". Bill Craven has this thang we call "honor", Dean. He's
green on account of he honored a deal, not on account of he's a
deviant inhuman freak. He's a MAN, Dean. Not a lizard, not an animal.
A man.

When ah see Bill Craven's greened-up skin, them sharpened teeth, all
ah think is thet this is a man who follows through when he says he's
gonna do somethin'. Thet's why he's doin' whut he does fer Marley...
he's followin' through. But when th' limits of his word give out?

Well, Rick, do ya really think it was smart ta git Bill in a posi-shin
ta be Numbah One Contendah?

[Doc pauses to let the implications of that question sink in, and that
cold impassive expression briefly turns into a smile. Dean gives the
"I hadn't thought of it that way" eyebrow raise.]

DH: So you're saying...

MLH: Bill's gonna git rid o' th' threat in th' way thet benefits him
most. He ain't comin' ta kill me... he's comin' ta BEAT me. He's
comin' ta WIN. Ain't it sad thet it's a shockin' reveala-shin thet a
guy's motive fer takin' a wrasslin' match is ta win it? But if ah
ain't Numbah One Contendah, Marley kin duck me. Problem solved...
right, Rick?

Ah really hope ya know th' difference between specific ordahs an'
general direck-tives, Rick. Ah know in point of fact Bill ain't takin'
th' former from ya. He said so hisself. So, in closin', Rick Marley's
_best case scenario_... is Bill Craven gettin' in front of th' line ta
git his hands on him. Thet's th' best thang thet could happen ta Rick
Marley tanight.

DH: That's... scary.

MLH: Ah don' plan ta let it happen, Dean. Bill wants thet gold now. He
ain't focused on doin' whut needs be done ta Marley no mo'. He gave
his word on thet, ah believe. Bill, ya gotta unnerstand... yer turn ta
git shed o' Marley came an' went. It's my turn. An' if ya think yer
gonna stop me, fer ANY reason, ya oughta know bettah. Ya traveled with
me enough ta know exack-ly how this is gonna go down. Yer a friend,
but ya know when it comes ta business, thet means nothin' if yer in
mah way. Ah WILL git hold o' Rick Marley. Thet's th' differ'nce... you
WANT this; ah NEED this.

An' now yer gonna fin' out exackly how much worse it gets!

[With those words, Do... WHOOPS, Matthew Lee... heads off towards the
arena entrance.]

DH: Doc... sorry, Matthew Lee Holliday does not lack for confidence,
even against the fearsome William Craven! Will he hold on to his
status as Number One Contender? Or will the Motor City Madman re-
establish himself in that position? Back to you, Chip.

CL: Whoa ...  Matthew Lee Holliday ...

FH: I am shocked that he lived up to his end of the bargain.

CL: Doc  ---

FH: Matthew Lee!

CL: Matthew Lee Holliday has always been a guy to stand by his word.
So I guess this shouldn't be too shocking.

FH: If he is a man of his word then he should just step asside and let
Gibson Hayes face Rick Marley.

CL: He didn't get the victory.

FH: Says who?

CL: Folks I just received word on a few more announced matches for End
Game.  For the PVW American Championship ... Marcus Manson will
challenge, Hersher von Donkerhardt.

FH: Finally an _true_ American will get his hands back on the PVW
American Championship.

CL: Also the PVW TV title scene has finally gained some order.  In the
Preshow there will be a Lucky Seven Scramble with Mike Bisignano,
Tommy Ryder, AsH, Tyson Cain, Christopher Black, Christian Copeland,
and Senor Cloak Dos.  The man who wins this match will go on to face
Sinister for the PVW TV Championship in the Pre Show, MAIN EVENT!

FH: So many ways that could go that would put a smile on my face.
Tyson Cain could get a rubber match.  Mike Bisignano could win ... Or
The Bad Wolf.  I'd be fine either way!

CL: That's two more pieces to the puzzle we call - End Game.   We also
now have a clear picture of the _seven_ men who will be wrestling for
the Called Shot.  Johnny Detson, Chris Hartt, Caleb Foley, Larry
Gionet, Nevermind, Danny Daniels, and Dan Flores.  One of these men
will become 2011 - Mr. Called Shot.

FH: And look where that has gotten, Rick Marley.

CL: It's an opportunity of a life time.  One of these men will have a
chance that so far inside the PVW only Rick Marley has.  And he is our
current, PVW World Heavyweight Champion.

*WHUMP-ump-ump*

[With the sound of a thunderclap, the lights go out, and the world is
plunged into darkness.  Wind can be heard, chimed in through the PA
system.]

*Thump-thump*

[Red letters knit into existence on PVW's video wall, reading "It Gets
Worse!" then unravel to form a single red line.  The sounding of a
horrible heart is heard, the line reverberating with every noise
played over the PA.]

#I'm over it!#

[Those words, screamed in a-capela by one David Draiman, precede only
briefly an explosion of sound as "Forsaken" bursts out of the PA
system and into the arena.  The camera angle switches as tension
builds; red spotlights brightly illuminating the entrance portal and
the crowd waits.

Abruptly, an intense shower of blood-red sparks sprays out from before
the entrance portal, threatening to set the whole arena on fire.
Rising on a platform from beneath this flaming masterpiece emerges a
cloaked figure amidst a billowing cloud of smoke.

Reptillian blue eyes highlight the shoulders of his black vinyl robe.
Turning, he seems to, himself, stop the flames from shooting.  His
hooded head stares down at his gnarled hands, bound as they are in red
gauze, clutching a wooden katana in them.]

#You see I cannot be forsaken,#
#because I'm not the only one,#
#We walk amongst you feeding, raping...#
#Must we hide from everyone?#

[As if in reply to the lyrics, the dark figure strides powerfully
towards the ring as the lights die.  Darkness closes back in, broken
only by strobing flashbulbs as fans try to get a picture of what can
only be one man...]

HD: Hailing from Detroit, Michigan!  He weighs in tonight at 320
pounds!  Ladies and Gentlemen, this is William Craven!

[Climbing the ringsteps and coming to rest on the apron, Craven looks
out at the crowd one time before ducking between the ropes.  Thrusting
his arms out before him, William slowly parts them, reaching out to
his sides, the robe falling heavily into a heap on the mat, and
revealing his serpent-tattooed, muscular torso.  He then hands his
bo'ken off to the timekeeper and stands, ready to compete.]

CL: There aint much to be said about Craven after earlier tonight.

FH: Sure there is.  The guy gets what he wants.  Rob Cole will be
thinking about Craven in his sleep.

CL: Craven started this.  Rob Cole never asked for any of it!

FH: Rob Cole shouldn't have been dodging Craven the last decade.

HD: AND HIS OPPONENT...

CL: Craven pacing impatiently... and here comes Holliday.

[The open to the theme isn't the now-familiar harmonica.  That, too,
has passed, a victim of the shed persona.  In its place is a man
whistling, and it's a very familiar tune.  "Winds Of Change" by The
Scorpions is playing... no tron, no lighting, nothing else.  The fans
cheer, anticipating the arrival as the newly desobriqueted Matt
Holliday.]

FH: He's lost everything, Chip!  No more Old West, no more mystique,
no more aura!  Gibson Hayes took it all!

CL: All but the one thing Hayes truly coveted... the Number One
Contendership.

FH: And when Craven takes that tonight, it'll be all over for Matty.

[After the twenty-second open, it cuts straight to the third block of
lyrics (you only have so long for your entrance, you know).  Now the
lighting dims, the tron starts, and Holliday steps out from behind the
curtain to a loud ovation, clad in the thin reflective-black knee-
length entrance jacket we saw him in moments ago.  His black trunks
bear a shiny gold pattern far different than the normal gambling/Old
West symbols he once wore.  The mahogany walking stick is still there,
but he's not using it, not pretending to limp, not even showboating
for the crowd.  He walks slowly to the ring, taking his time and
locking his cold, impassive stare on William Craven the whole way.  As
always, the Arizona crowd loves their home-state hero.]

CL: And there's one man who will not be intimidated by even the Motor
City Madman.

FH: HA.  I have trouble believing that.  Craven has twelve feet and
nearly a hundred pounds on him.  He's a monster.  Nobody's
unintimidated by him.

CL: Doc Holliday stared down the legendary Alex Martinez, and put him
out of this company for good, Fred.

FH: Too bad this isn't Doc Holliday anymore!

HD: ...FROM TUCSON, ARIZONA... WEIGHING TWO-HUNDRED THIRTY-ONE
POUNDS...
             ...HE IS THE NUMBER ONE CONTENDER TO THE PVW WORLD
             HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP...

	...M A T T H E W    L E E    H O L L I D A Y  !   !

[Whether he's Doc or Matthew, the fans cheer him anyway.  Holliday
ascends the ringsteps, and points the cane right at Craven.
Naturally, the Michigan native isn't going to be intimidated
either...he backs up and waves Holliday into the ring... an invitation
quickly accepted.]

CL: You can see that even Craven isn't making any sudden moves.  He's
wary.  Holliday makes even William Craven think twice before jumping
in.

FH: That's because he's armed, Chip.  Besides that cane, he probably
has two knives and a hold-out pistol on him somewhere.  Craven is
crazy, not stupid.

Todd "The Rod" Johnstone: Enough is enough. I'm sick and tired of
PVW's iron fisted regime thinking it can put a media blackout on one
Theodore Roderick Johnstone III! You're talking the man who's made
and destroyed more careers than words mangled by Matt Holliday! I'm
coming out here, right now, to protest this match! PVW's officials are
nothing but a bunch of corrupt, money grubbing, short-sighted,
incompetent mess!

[Boos come down as Johnstone points at Max Kelly and calls him names
the censors get to but not before a few small kids in the front row
have new names for their friends at school.]

CL: Enough is enough! Johnstone has barely been out here for a minute
and already he's pushing the boundaries of appropriate speech!

FH: Who are you to say what is or is not appropriate, Chip? Last time
I checked, we were in America! If The Rod wants to lay down some
colorful truths, he should! Go back to your fascist regime, Herr
Lester... if that is your real name. I see you went to Argentina on
"vacation" a few years ago. Something you want to confess, "Chip"?

[Toddy J. points his cane at the announce both and the PVW official
coming down towards ringside to relieve the Manager of Miscreants of
his microphone.]

TJ: You can't censor the truth! The public needs to know about your
vile plots! You... you're screwing Gibson Hayes of his rightful place
as #1 contender just to satisfy your foreign purse holders and their
need to see a midget with a speech impediment swap spit with another
midget with messed up daddy issues!

[Todd is fully screaming by now as he has bopped the PVW official on
the head and is scrambling around the ring as fast as his fat legs can
carry him, still yapping.]

TJ: No, no, you [TV EDIT] byproducts of a cow and *HUFF* farmer
coupling that [TV EDIT] *PUFF* in some back [TV EDIT] can't conceal
the truth! Gibson... come on down! *HUFF & PUFF*

"HEY YOU GUYS!" screams the voice of Rita Moreno.

[And again, here comes the ruckus. After the famous yelled catch
phrase from the 70's kids show "The Electric Company", we get some
random noises until a fierce harmonica begins. This is Cornelius and
his song: "Thank You for the Music" (
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SqUlNTWzAU0). Standing at the entrance
way, dressed like Clint Eastwood from the movie "The Outlaw Josie
Wales". Brown leather jacket, blue wool shirt, red bandana around his
neck, pistol holsters slung around his hips, chaps, jeans, a sweet
afro, and a brown hat sitting oddly on that sweet afro make Gibson
look sillier than usual. The terrible American walks down to the ring,
slight limp, as Todd Johnstone is escorted from ringside by evil PVW
officials.]

GH: How come you're doing this, Todd?

TJ: Because I ain't got nothin' better to do!

[Gibson winks at his manager before staring at the two men in the
ring.]

GH: Listen, Mattykins, it's real sweet you want to live up to the
obligations of a dead man...

[GIBSON SUCKS chants boom out. Holliday seems none too impressed but
there's a hint (AKA near full blown) look of disdain across his
face.]:

GH: Matt, Bill, I can call you by your names because I'm Gibson Hayes,
both of you know that this match was scheduled for Doc Holliday versus
William Craven. Since Doc Holliday is dead and buried in a shallow
grave, I feel it is only fair to offer you the chance to step in the
ring with the man who shot Doc Holliday down low, who trapped that son
of a bitch and took his life. Bill, I offer you the chance to step
into the ring with Gibson "New West" Hayes, the rootin'est,
tootin'est, rough housin'est varment north, south, east and west of
the Pecos! Why waste your time with Stormtrooper #1... or is it #2,
when you can have the only real #1 contender? Because Matt Holliday
hasn't done [TV-EDIT] to warrant being a contender. Doc Holliday is
dead. I done kilt him mah-self, pahd-nar.

[Gibson tips his cap up with one of those ornamental pistols. This
little stunt has done nothing to sooth over anything with Holliday.]

MLH: Ya know, Gibson, ah figgered you was gonna come out an' blat some
more.  Figgered ya was gonna make some inane claim 'bout winnin' thet
match.  So ah decided ta call ahead an' have thet footage cued up, ta
prove once an' fer all how yer fulla lies an' bull.  SHOW THET
FOOTAGE!

[The camera pans over to the tron, which is showing the closing
moments of the match from Tradition.

Gibson applies the Red Line.  One, two... and then it pauses.  A
spotshadow shows that Gibson's shoulders are flat on the mat.  It
advances forward to the point where Duke Martin's hand hits the mat a
third time, and the spotshadow shows that his shoulders are still
down.  It then moves to show Holliday's left arm, the shoulder of
which is blocked from view by the two men's bodies (the angle shows
the right side), up in the air!

It looks a little... off-color, somehow.  Like the arm has different
lighting than the rest of their bodies.  Big white words flash on the
screen: "THIS FOOTAGE WAS ALMOST CERTAINLY NOT DOCTORED".  The action
picks back up, and we see the postmatch.  For some reason, we now see
Holliday getting his hand raised, while all kinds of famous  young
female celebrities are celebrating in the ring all around him (and
yes, they all look like they're under different lighting... come to
think of it, the arena looks different too... oh, and there's another
"THIS FOOTAGE PROBABLY WASN'T DOCTORED EITHER" sign.

The fans cheer, as this is obviously just a blatant shot at Hayes.  We
cut back to the ring; Matthew is talking to Craven.]

MLH: Bill, ah'm sorry fer th' wait.  Gimme two mo' minutes, would ya?

[Craven is visibly frustrated, but slowly nods.  Holliday turns back
to address the interloper again.]

MLH: Now, Gibson... ah see th' doubt in yer eyes.  But evidence is
evidence.  You got yers... ah got mine... so tell ya whut.  Ah talked
ta Dex Willin' ham b'fore th' show, an' showed him mah evidence.  He
didn't think it was legit.  But ah offered ta let him have it
profeshnally analyzed fer authen-tissity.  So long as he did th' same
ta every piece o' evidence in th' case.  It's all gittin' profesh-
nally analyzed fer authen-tissity.

Ya know, ah heard they once had Gibson Hayes profesh-nally analyzed
fer authen-tissity, but they dunno whut th' analyst found on account
of he ain't stopped laughin' yet.

So... ah'm guessin' they ain't gonna change nothin', an' ah'm guessin'
ya already knew thet.  So... ya blew yer one shot.  Go back ta yer
place in line, kid.  Ask th' Masked Maniac how he's doin' when ya find
it.  An' try not ta screw up nex' time.

[Hayes is taken aback by Holliday's actions and words. Still, he is
Tyrone's student and the new Hayes-monster regroups.]

GH: No, folks, I was screwed. My arm was up but just like when I lost
_MY_ Network title, just like when I lost my American belt, I was
screwed. Whether it was by my own charity, giving Herscher von Not
Going to be Working Here Much Longer After the Beating He Took from
Gibson "America's Only Favored Son" Hayes lingers and puts him out to
pasture. Or whether it was by terrible, stupid, idiotic, drooling
officials who are on the take, either making a two count magically
become 3, AS I PROVED VIA IRREFUTABLE EVIDENCE, or pretending that my
shoulders were down after once again showing that every day ain't a
Holliday when a Hayes comes down on a decrepit Crock. That #1
contendership is mine, and mine alone. Hell, I should be facing
Craven! This should be my match, not some hand out to a no longer
worth mentioning sack of wrestling crap! I am going to be the one who
dashes the dreams around here! I'm going to take out Holliday and
then, just to spike the ball, take out Ricky Marley. I'm going to
shatter two dreams: one of revenge and one of legacy building. I'm
supposed to be the one who tears both of the curtains away from those
heaping helpings of disappointment surprise! PVW needs to stop
screwing Gibson Hayes! Hell, I've taken Johnny Detson and Doc
Holliday! I've smashed through Tom "I'm Married to the Chunnel"
Landis! I killed The Dragon Kid! I've done pretty much everything you
can do in PVW and this is how I am rewarded? This - is - b[TV EDIT]!

[HOLY TANTRUM BATMAN~!  Holliday has already turned away, shedding his
jacket and preparing for the match.  Craven seems torn between
attacking Holliday to get started, attacking Hayes for wasting his
time, and attacking a screeching fan in the third row for being really
irritating.  The fans are booing Hayes; a small "GIB-SON SUCKS!" chant
tries to get started in one corner of the arena, but doesn't catch
steam because most of the fans are still listening to what he is
saying.]

GH: *regaining some composure* Shut up! Oh, whatever... fine, fine,
fine. I know Marley would have loved me getting softened up but he'll
be just as satisfied with Mattykins taking a beaten. Oh, and remember
Matt, when things look bad and it looks like you're not gonna make it,
then you gotta get mean. I mean plumb, mad-dog mean. 'Cause if you
lose your head and you give up then you neither live nor win. That's
just the way it is. I plan to win and live, do you Matty? Do you,
slick Rick, up there in the hoity toity seats? I'm ready to further
cement my status in the PVW annals. Are either of you going to step up
and do what no one else has? Are either of you going to shut me up?
No, I don't think so. You gotta get mean, mad dog mean. Look into your
heart, neither of you have that any more. I'm the bad guy. That's
fine. Just remember: bad guys don't lose sleep at night over
sacrifices.

[The lights cut out as "The Saints of Los Angeles" plays over the PA
system.  The crowd starts too turn as "Widowmaker" Rick Marley stands
at the top of the ramp, wireless mic clutched in hand.  Marley's
laughing, shaking his head as he waits for the uproar to die down...]

RM: Guys, guys guys...no need to argue.  There's plenty of me to go
around...but...that being said, could you just figure out who the hell
is stepping into that ring to lose to me?

[He pauses, raising his eyebrows in mock shock.]

RM: I mean...I get that it'll be a hoot...but...c'mon.  It's getting
kinda tough to listen to.

[He holds up his hand, forestalling the comeback.]

RM: Gibby, you're sitting in there ranting and raving about how mean
someone's got to be to take you down...to shut you up.  I put down Rob
Cole for this belt...and I went through a two year war with that man
in the ring down there for the right to even try that...if you think
whatever smoke you're blowing out of your pie hole is supposed to
impress or scare me, I'm afraid you're even stupider than I thought
you were.

Now...as far as I'm concerned, you guys should just settle this the
good ol' fashioned way...pistols at ten paces.  Odds are that Matt's
up for it...hell, if you check him, he may even be armed...

MLH: GREAT!  Then ya won't miss this tooth!

[Matthew rolls out from under the ring and NAILS Hayes with the left
jab before Gibson can drop his microphone in time to block.  He rolls
right back into the ring, and an incensed Hayes starts to follow
him... after getting up and checking to see that he does, in fact,
still have all of his teeth.  Unfortunately for him, Craven is intent
on having his match and feels no need to have it further interrupted.
Gibson gets to his feet in the ring, sees that the Motor City Madman
is approximately three inches in front of him, and dives back outside
with a loud "OH $#!T!".  The crowd is going bananas!]

CL: And Gibson Hayes is high tailing it out of the ring!

[Craven has rolled to the outside where Holliday stands ... Hayes
backs up past him points towards Holliday.]

CL: Gibson Hayes isn't happy and here comes Craven!


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

PVW - HEATWAVE - MAIN EVENT
Matthew Lee Holliday v. William Craven

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

*DING*DING*DING*

[A brawl erupts between Holliday and Craven ... The fans go wild for
their hero, but it's only a matter of time until Craven gets the upper
hand from having the size and power advantage, backing Holliday back
towards the ring. Craven grabs Holliday by his shoulders and hurls him
backwards, spine-first into the steel ring post.]


"___CLAAAAANG___"


CL: Craven takes complete advantage of the distraction at ring side by
Gibson Hayes.

FH: The old "Doc" wouldn't have fallen for it.  However Matthew Lee
Holliday is soft and he fell right into Craven's hands.

[Craven backs up and charges at the home town hero, but at the last
second Holliday dives out of the way, causing Craven to run himself
face-first into the steel post.]


"___CLAAAAANG___"


[HUGE POP!]


CL: Holliday always thinking just got out of the way and Craven paid
for it.

FH: Gibson Hayes wouldn't have even been in that position, Chip.

CL: I guess we will never find out.

[Craven tries to pull himself up but Holliday is right there with
clubbing blows to the back and follows it up with a DDT onto the
unforgiving padded concrete floor.]


"___THUUUUUUD___"


CL: Max Kelly isn't even counting these two men out.  He is just
letting them go at it!

FH:  If you were Max Kelly would you want to piss off Craven and count
the match out before he got to destroy Matthew Lee Holliday?

[Holliday pulls himself up and fires up the crowd. Holliday climbs up
onto the ring apron, then starts pulling himself up onto the outside
of the second rope. Craven pulls himself up and Holliday shows his
aerial skills, diving off and taking "The Motor City Madman" down with
a flying crossbody on the padded concrete floor!]



DOC !!!   DOC !!!   DOC !!!    DOC !!!    DOC !!!



FH: These idiot fans!  Don't they realize by chanting, "DOC" they are
chanting for Gibson Hayes now?

CL: To these fans he will always be Doc Holliday, Fred.

FH: There is only one problem with that, he isn't.

[Holliday pulls Craven up by his head and rolls him into the ring,
then enters himself, I guess "officially" starting the match. Holliday
puts the boots to Craven as he tries to pull himself up, trying to
keep the bigger man down on the mat. Holliday grabs the large leg of
Craven, hoists it as high as he can into the air and drives it down,
knee-first into the mat.]


"___THUUUD___"


CL: Holliday showing his veteran skills off doing what most wrestlers
can't do and that's keep Craven down on the mat.

FH: It's only a matter of time, Chip.

[Holliday puts his foot behind Craven's knee, lifts the leg up and
then drills his knee back into the mat again. Holliday pulls Craven up
and goes to whip him off the ropes but Craven reverses. Holliday ducks
a Craven clothesline as he comes running, and bounces off the opposing
set of ropes. Craven is ready for the charging Holliday and catches
him with a _massive_ Flapjack that makes the crowd cringe.]


"___THUUUUUUD___"


FH: Did you see the air time right there?

CL: Craven now bounces off the ropes .. and a big SPLASH!

FH: Craven changing up his offense against Holliday here tonight.

CL: Craven has fought side by side Holliday and knows it takes an all
around effort to beat him.

FH: Or he could just smash his skull into the mat.  I always enjoy
that.

[Craven drops down and starts choking Holliday, but Max Kelly instead
of getting right in there has backed off allowing Craven do his
damage.]

CL: Hey what is going on here?

FH: Relax Chip.  Max Kelly is just letting the two men fight it out.
Settle it the old west way!

CL: This doesn't have anything to do with the fact we saw Marley
talking with Max Kelly backstage earlier tonight does it?

FH: Why would it?

CL: Oh I don't know ...

[Craven pulls Holliday up and hits a press drop chest-first over the
top rope with Holliday's legs just dangling outside of the ring.]

CL: This can't be good.

FH: Oh but I disagree!

[Craven backs up and hits Holliday with a _big_ boot to the side of
the head, sending him tumbling back inside of the squared-circle.]

FH: I would say that might have knocked some sense into him, but this
is _Matthew Lee_ we are talking about.

CL: Craven reaching down and grabs Holliday by the throat with both of
his massive mitts, choking him on the mat _again_ right in front of
Max Kelly as if he is daring him to do something.

FH: And like a good lamb he doesn't!  I love it!

CL: Something isn't right here.

[Craven pulls Holliday to his feet by his neck. Craven hurls Holliday
backwards into the corner, then hits a short-distance running
avalanche splash.]


"___CRUUUUNCH___"


CL: Wow the force by Craven ...  He is just a walking juggernaut
inside the ring.

FH: After tonight they will have no choice but award the match to
Gibson Hayes.  Matthew Lee, by the way I love saying that, won't be
able to stand!

[Craven whips Holliday into the opposing corner and makes sure he hits
the turnbuckles before charging after. Craven takes too much time
between whipping and charging towards Matthew Lee Holliday, and
with the Arizona veteran recognizing his opponent's making a dash
towards him, Holliday leaps over the top rope to the ring apron,
causing Craven to ram chest-first into the turnbuckles.]


[HUGE WE LOVE DOC POP!]


CL: Holliday still aware of his surroundings swings that quick left
jab
... another!


"___TWAAAAP___"


[Craven staggers ... Holliday then hooks him up for a vertical suplex
to the outside which Craven blocks. Craven lifts Holliday up for a
vertical suplex instead but shows his strength by stalling in mid-air,
then straddles Holliday over the top turnbuckle in the corner.]


[GROANS!!!]



FH: Perfect landing!

CL: Holliday is in some trouble as Craven has a twisted look across
his face.

FH: Oh that's just Craven's normal look.

[Craven climbs up to the top rope and hooks up his opponent where he
wants him. Craven throws himself and Holliday to the mat with a
tremendous superplex for a man of Craven's size and Holliday looks
like his back just imploded.]


"___THUUUUUUUUUNDEROUS THUUUUUUUUUD___"


[Silence by the crowd.]


CL: Craven is making the cover.


!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




[KICK OUT POP!]


FH: That looked slow to me!

CL: Max Kelly did stumble a bit to drop down to make the cover.  Kelly
is having a rough night officiating this match.

FH: Rick Marley is most certainly watching in the back.

CL: So is Gibson Hayes.

[Craven lays Holliday across the second rope and pushes down on the
back of his head, choking him again.  Max Kelly seems to lean in with
what can only be assumed to be a warning?]

CL: Craven seems to be ignoring Max Kelly.

FH: Or is he?

CL: I don't know anymore.

[Craven just snarls as Max Kelly starts to finally count him down.
Craven lets go then bounces off the ropes and comes charging at
Holliday, hitting a knee across his back which ricochets him back into
the middle of the ring.]

CL: Holliday's back almost broke in half!

FH: Do it again!

[Craven pulls Holliday to his feet and goes to whip him off the
ropes but shockingly, Holliday reverses with an arm wrench and hits a
short arm clothesline that doesn't take "The green skinned freak" off
his feet. Holliday bounces off of the ropes and hits a clothesline
again, but once more, Craven staggers but does not fall.]

CL: Craven is still on his feet and Holliday bounces off a _third_
time!

[... ducks a big boot from Craven, bounces off the opposing set of
ropes and takes Craven down with a A shortarm Cobra Neckbreaker.]


"___THUUUUUUUUD___"


[SIGNATURE SPOT POP!]


CL: CANYON RUNNER BY DOC ...  I mean HOLLIDAY!

FH: I don't see "Doc" Gibson Hayes down here?

[Holliday bounces off the ropes to hit Craven with another running
attack as Craven tries to pull himself up. Craven throws up a big boot
to hit Holliday with but Holliday stops short and catches Craven's
boot.]


[NOT THIS TIME POP!]


CL: Matthew Lee Holliday is holding up a finger ... AND HE FIRES OFF
ANOTHER LEFT HAND! ANOTHER!!! A THIRD!!! CRAVEN IS IN TROUBLE!

[FANS LOVE IT!]

[Craven falls over from the swift left hands by Holliday. Holliday
begins to set Craven up for double leg extended crab but Craven fights
it and shoves Holliday away with his feet.]


[SO CLOSE BOOOO!]


FH: It's going to take more then a few left hands to get Craven in a
spot like that, Chip.

CL: Craven is now up and he is charging!

[Craven charges at Holliday while he pulls himself up in the corner
but Holliday still quick on his feet using his instinct's dodges it
and Craven rams himself chest-first into the turnbuckles. Craven turns
around and receives a flying forearm. Craven staggers out of the
corner as Holliday snatches Craven by the head and arm in an inverted
half-nelson, lifts, and drills him down to the canvas, falling
backwards!]


[ARIZONA SANDSTORM POP!!!!]


CL: HOLLIDAY COVERS!


.


.


.

[Max Kelly finally drops down.]


!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




[BOOOOO'S SLOW FRICKIN COUNT!]




CL: Okay ... Now I am starting to get suspicious.

FH: Max Kelly did his job there, Chip.

CL: Sure he did.

[Holliday looks at Max Kelly for a moment and then pulls Craven up and
goes for a fisherman suplex that leads to the Old West Lynching ...
but Craven counters with some clubbing blows to the back. Craven turns
Holliday around, hoists him up with the double chokelift!]

FH: THUNDERMELTER TIME!  I guess maybe Craven should be the number one
contender, Chip!

[Matthew Lee counters the Thunder Melter attempt by pushing up off the
choke lift and executing a hurrancanrana into a rollup!]


[OH MY GAWD COUNTER!]


!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




!!! THREE !!!




[HUGE ROARING HE DID IT POP!]



CL: DOC HOLLIDAY DID IT!

FH: No he didn't.

CL: Okay ... Okay ... _MATTHEW_ Lee Holliday has done it!  He has
countered the Thundermelter into a pinfall.  This is why he is our PVW
Number one contender.

FH: No that would be, Gibson Hayes.

[Matthew Lee Holliday stumbles up with his arm raised high.  Max Kelly
stands a bit unsure of things at the moment as Craven has raised to
his feet.

Saints of Los Angeles hits the PA system and that can only mean one
thing ...  The Champ is here!  Out steps Rick Marley with the PVW
World Heavyweight Championship in tote.  He isn't wasting any time as
he storms down the aisle way towards the ring.]

FH: Max Kelly has done it now!

CL: What do you mean Max Kelly has done it.  God forbid he did his
JOB!

[Max Kelly stands looking a bit nervous as Marley drops to his back
and rolls inside the ring.  He points towards Holliday as he is
obviously trying to get the match restarted.]

CL: Marley doesn't look happy what-so-ever.  Craven now just stands
there with his arms folded.

FH: Come on Craven kill Holliday!

[Max Kelly shakes his head "no".  Then out of _no where_ Marley leaps
into his version of the crescent kick and drills the referee right in
the jaw.]


"___TWAAAAAAAAAAAP___"


[ROARING HEEL POP!]


FH: I told you, Chip.  I told you Max Kelly was making a grand
mistake.

CL: This is an outrage.  Who does Rick Marley think he is?

FH: Our PVW World Heavyweight Champion.

[Marley then stands over the fallen referee.  He grabs the wad of cash
from his back pocket.]

CL: It looks like Rick Marley was paying off Max Kelly!

FH: It was just a late Christmas bonus!

[An irate Matthew Lee Holliday whacks the PVW World Champion from out
of nowhere in the face with his cane.]


"___TWAAAAAAACK___"


[HELL YEAH POP!]


CL: AND HOLLIDAY NOT HAPPY!


[CHEERS TO JEERS ...]


FH: HERE COMES "DOC" Gibson Hayes!

CL: And Holliday turns around ---


"___THUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"


[BOOOOOOOOOOOOO!]


[... Holliday turned around just in time to get another snap cradle
suplex.]

CL: There is that move he calls, The Red Line that he hit at Tradition
Five.

FH: Gibson Hayes the man standing inside the ring alone ...  Well
Craven is there but he is just watching.

[Hayes bends over and picks up the PVW World Heavyweight Championship
and holds it high up in the air as the fans road in a chorus of
jeers.]

CL: Hayes is sending both men a message!

FH: A rightfully so message!

[He smiles proudly holding up the belt... until Marley gets up and
nails him from behind with an unexpecting Waistlift Powerbomb!]


"___THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"


CL: SHOWBOMB BY THE CHAMPION!  AND NOW HAYES IS DOWN!

FH: This is nuts!

[Rick Marley picks his belt back up and then _HE_ holds it high in the
air as to remind everyone that he is the champ!  Craven makes a point
of sitting back and watching... as if making some kind of point to
Marley that his 'service' only goes so far.]

CL: Marley and Craven are trading glares.  Is this where Craven is
telling Marley that he is safe for only so long?

FH: I don't know but things are getting out of hand!

CL: You are telling me.  It appears that whenever these three get in
the ring chaos erupts.  I don't know what the PVW Championship
Committee is going to do or what decision they are going to make, but
something needs to be done.

FH: Just make the match between Hayes and Marley already and be done.

CL: Holliday reminded us all tonight just why he was named the number
one contender.   However after tonight who knows if they can TRUST
authority after what just went down.

FH: If they ever could before.

CL: Folks we are out of time but you will want to tune in next
Heatwave, where ANYTHING COULD HAPPEN~!

[The camera gets one last shot of the PVW World Champion with his belt
up high.  Matthew Lee Holliday on his feet looking towards both Gibson
Hayes and Marley.  We fade!]