[Standing in front of the new PVW promotion tarp is Todd "The Rod"
Johnstone and the Spectre. One is really pale and scarred the other is
wearing an infected would yellow suit with a Brown Belt from Sears and
a 82 ounce Coke from a local mini mart planted firmly in his right
hand. Take a guess as to which is which.]

Todd Johnstone: Johnny, Johnny, Johnny.

[Todd's tone is like a parent talking to a failing child.]

TJ: I'm disappointed in you. You're playing it cool, trying to keep
things close to your chest but you and I both know your range as an
actor is limited to playing a corpse or a retard.

[The Rod takes a long sip from his Coke, with a loud 'ahhh' after his
draught.]

TJ: No, Johnny, I am not mad at you. I'm not angry and I'm not taking
anything personal. I've always thought you were soft, stupid and
utterly forgettable. Just because I think so little of you doesn't
mean I don't want to see you suffer, suffer greatly.

[Johnstone looks earnestly at the camera.]

TJ: No, Johnny, I want to see you bleed, see you beg, see you plead. I
want to see you crippled. I want to see you dead.I want to feel the
overwhelming joy of that comes from knowing a little pissant like you
is just a stain on the ground. There's no malice in my wishes, I just
get a kick out of misery. I wouldn't care if it were someone else
putting the boots to you Johnny, just as long as I get to bask in the
warm, bloody glow of your demise. I'm not a monster Johnny, I'm just a
man with very specific tastes and very little moral fiber. However, I
know a monster. I have a monster. This monster will be more than
willing to dig his fingernails into your skin and shred. And that's
something that makes my little heart go pitter-patter.

[The Spectre glances calmly from his portly manager to the camera, a
small, enigmatic smile appearing briefly on his ghoulish features
before he speaks.]

Spectre: We've seen you before, little Detson...we've watched quietly
while you played to the vapid sheep that make up the crowds and took
their affection for payment while you allowed any hope of honing your
killer instinct to atrophy.

You are everyman in the wrestling industry.  The fan favorite... the
hero desperate for their approval, too involved to see the hypocrisy
of playing up to people that deep down only desire bloodsport, whether
they admit it to themselves or not.

Little Detson, WE will give the sheep what they desire.  We will allow
them to see you endure a baptism in pain... we will spill your blood,
and we we taste your pain.

We wonder: As you lie there, feeling your life's blood running from
you... will you then ask yourself if it was worth it?  Will you ask
yourself if you made a terrible mistake, to stand in our way?  Will
you have that moment of clarity, brought about by the agony that we
will inflict upon you, or will you continue to muddle through the
remainder of your days in the same miasma of mediocrity in which
you've traveled thus far?

You have crossed The Beast, little Detson...and The Beast is not
pleased...

[A yellow toothed smile crosses the chapped lips of Todd Johnstone.]

TJ: Words from the mouth of the damned. I hope you live your life to
the fullest Johnny. I hope you enjoy each day as best you can. I hope
I get to see you carried off on a stretcher with a flatline and a next
of kin notification.







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[We fade right outside the Wachovia Center in Philadelphia,
Pennsylvania. It's nearly show time and what's left of the late
arriving fans are attempting to rush through before bell time.

We change directions and cut inside the arena.  The camera fires
through panning on the rabid wrestling fans.  Signs are being shoved
in-front of the camera.  "MARLEY WILL OVER COME" /
"WIDOWMAKE ME!" / "CRAVEN NEEDS A DENTIST!" / "GIBSON IS SPECTRE'S
BRIDE" /

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

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

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





"__FAAASSSHHHOOOOM~!__"




"__KAAAABBBOOOOOOM~!__"




"__FAAASSSHHHOOOOM~!__"




"__KAAAABBBOOOOOOM~!__"




"__KAAAABBBOOOOOOM~!__"




"__FAAASSSHHHOOOOM~!__"





[The fireworks get a huge pop from the fans as we cut to ringside
where the broadcasting table is set up.  There are two familiar faces
behind the table.  On the left is hip, Chip Lester.   Chip has on a
PVW Polo design shirt.  To the right is former wrestling veteran and
broadcasting legend, "Fabulous" Fred Hoyle.  Hoyle has on a black
button up SSN shirt.]

CL: Welcome fans to another live edition of the hottest wrestling show
on TV ... HEATWAVE!!!  I am Chip Lester and the man who makes aspren
wealthy next to me is the one and only "Fabulous" Fred Hoyle.

FH: Wait ...  What kind of introduction is that Lester?

CL: We are less than a month away from Shattered Dreams and tonight
everything falls in place ...

FH: I still want to know what kind of introduction that was?!?!

CL: Justin Cruise steps inside the ring with the enigma Masked
Outlaw.  The man who has stalked Rob Cole for months.  His partner
last Heatwave.

FH: You are a bastard Lester.

CL: Add that with our throw back to a few of our four fathers - UEW
and WWO ... We have a battle royal!  What do you think about that
tribute Fred?

FH: Well since I was once employee by the UEW I have to put my support
behind them.  However it's hard to predict against Gibson Hayes.

CL: Witch is truly ironic since Gibson wasn't the Hayes in neither
place.

FH: What do you know?

CL: Apparently enough to see through that.  Last Damage Control as we
were going off the air ... Suspended Rob Cole made a return by
brutally attacking the PVW Network Champion - El Outlaw LOCO.  We were
told LOCO had suffered some injuries and his status for Shattered
Dreams was uncertain.  However Dean Hayes apparently is standing by to
get a word with our Network Champion.

FH: Oh what a way to start things off.

[Cut to backstage, where "Swinging" Dean Hayes can barely contain his
excitement, despite his horrible clothing choices. Why is he so
positively thrilled?

Next to him is el Outlaw LOCO, looking bigger, stronger, healthier
than ever before! Seeing their hero, the fans cheer. Hayes
enthusiastically turns to the fan's favorite PVW Network Champion.]

SDH: Fans, I was worried after Damage Control, but now, as you can
see, el Outlaw LOCO is in much better health than anticipated!

LOCO: Hola, Dean! It's me, your lucha friend [signal] el... _Outlaw_
LOCO! [Geysers of spittle spew from the mask's mouth hole. But you
might know me under my other alias: [signal] COMPLETE JOKE!

SDH: Err wat?

[Strangely... el Outlaw LOCO does look a lot taller than he usually
does...]

LOCO: I wanted to come here tonight on HEATWAVE, cousin, even though
it's in [signal] Philadelphia and the FLYERS SUCK...

[Philly fans don't stand for that one, and they boo - even though the
Eagles were magnanimously spared and, come on, we know they're an
easier target.]

LOCO: I wanted to come here, Dean... I _needed_ to come, just to thank
Bobby Cole. Sorry, El _Roberto_ [segnale] CO-LAY! Aah ouais!

SDH: Thank Robert Cole? After what he did?

[Hold on a minute. Not only does el Outlaw LOCO look much bigger, his
accent is different. A lot different. And the costume... something
isn't quite right, here...]

LOCO: To the unknowing eye, it might look like el Roberto CO-LAY
pulled a DICK MOVE on Damage [signal] Control, Aaah way. But I have to
_thank_ him, cousin! Bob... el Roberto CO-LAY, he saved me from a
WORSE FATE, aah [signal] ouais. And it is thanks to his [segnale]
_timely_ INTERVENTION that I am still in _possession_ of my _ARM_
[signal] today!

SDH: That's certainly a strange way to look at things.

[Usually, el Outlaw LOCO makes his "senals" in Spanish. Tonight, he
does a third of them in English, a third in French, and a third in
Italian. What's going on, here?]

LOCO: If el Roberto [signal] CO-LAY had not saved me, there can be NO
DOUBT, that the _amazing_, the ABSOLUTELY FANTASTIC - "Everlasting"
[signal] _Perry_ [signal] _FONTANA_ would have AMPUTATED MY ARM, and
_ripped_ [signal] It. Off.

SDH: I suppose Fontana has been impressive bu-

[signal]

LOCO: Cousin.

[segnale]

SDH: ... Just hold on a minute, here...

LOCO: Ta gueule, Dean. - Sure, el Roberto CO-LAY's intervention may
have _looked_ painful, [signal] but what's a few beers between
friends? Ahh [signal] ouais. Down enough [signal] brewskies
beforehand, and you forget all about getting _kegs_ across
the head. It's like removing a band [signal] aid. A KEGGER TO THE HEAD
IS A MUCH GENTLER FATE - than what - PERRY [segnale] "EL FENIX"
FONTANA [signal] had in store for me.

SDH: You're not el Outlaw LOCO at all!

[In response, LOCO just pushes Dean away, grabbing the microphone.]

LOCO: For that [signal] mi amigos, I am FOREVER in debt to El Roberto
CO-LAY! In fact, since el Roberto CO-LAY was kind enough to _save me_
from the IMMORTAL HANDS OF PERRY FONTANA [Spittle, signal, flies
everywhere, especially on Dean's -segnale- face], I feel like I owe
him a favor, cousin.

SDH: I know it's you, Fontana. You're not fooling anyone!

LOCO: Should I, "Ev- err... el OUTLAW LOCO, return the favor? Should I
take out Masked Outlaw? El Roberto CO-LAY can't seem to do it himself.
Should I AMPUTATE THAT DAMN TRAITOR JUSTIN CRUISE? He's an overrated
old hack and the SHAME of Montréal. I don't mind trading opponents,
cousin. You want LOCO? I'll get rid of Cruise for you, _no_ _problem_,
mon homme.

SDH: I KNEW IT!

LOCO: I mean... [signal] I'm el Outlaw [signal] LOCO! Want me to come
down there, later on, and take out Cruise? Want to see him _lose_ an
arm? I mean... whatever move I do kind of OK... an ankle lock, I
guess, so... WANT HIM TO LOSE [segnale] AN ANKLE? I can do that for
you el Roberto CO-LAY!

SDH: What? But there's Zero Tolerance Policy! You'd get suspended!

LOCO: That's right, Dean. But I can do it, cousin, because I don't
mind being [signal] suspended and [segnale] forfeiting my title. I can
do it, because since "_DEATHLESS_" Perry FONTANA will assuredly win
LADDER MANIA and become the _NEW_ PVW NETWORK [signal] CAMPEON... I
might as well _forfeit_ my belt now! Seeing as I'm going to _lose_ it
anyways!

SDH: No you're not, LOCO, you can w- I mean... el Outlaw LOCO can win,
I know he can!

LOCO: Mi amigo Tommy Ryder y su puta [signal] de dos Pesos, I like him
[signal] cousin [signal] but he does not have nearly as much skill,
know how, or strength as "The Everlasting" _Perry_ FONTANA! He does
not [signal] stand a chance.

SDH: That's a load of crock, and you know it. Tommy Ryder is one of
PVW's fastest rising stars!

LOCO: He was a SHOOTING Star, Dean. And now, he's already irrelevant.
And Masked Maniac? - No wait, attends une seconde... and Maniaco
Enmascarado? Cousin [signal] he seems to be the one man smart enough
to know that since you _can't_ _beat_ Perry [signal] "Le Phénix"
[signal] Fontana... then you might as well HELP HIM WIN!! Aaah
ouais!

SDH: That's just poor sportsmanship. He's only doing it because - if
he doesn't win Ladder Mania himself, he can hope for a title shot if
Perry Fontana wins. I mean if _you_ win! He's just covering his bases!

LOCO: Face the [segnale] facts, Dean! There is only one man that can
come out of Shattered Dreams as the PVW Network Champion, cousin, and
that's "Deathless" Perry FONTANA! And that means, amigo [signal] that
me, el Outlaw LOCO, [signal] in the flesh, [segnale] can return Bobby
Cole the favour. Aaah ouais. No matter what happens, I will lose the
PVW Network Championship. So, because I, el Outlaw LOCO, am such a
nice [signal] guy, I can help out a friend while I spiral down into
oblivion.

SDH: Please, take off this mask and stop this charade, Fontana.

LOCO: Want me to AMPUTATE MASKED OUTLAW? Or the _CRUISE_ TRAITOR? For
you? El Roberto [segnale] CO-LAY? Just let me tape my wrists, cousin,
and consider it done! Me, el Outlaw LOCO, do not give a [bleep] about
getting suspended!

[El Outlaw LOCO instinctively reaches for the hood of a robe that...
well, it just isn't there. So instead, he simply walks off.]

SDH: Wait... did you just say [bleep]? You normally say [senal]... No
wait, you never say either, because... Hey wait! COME BACK! He's not
really going to do what he said he'd do, is he? Somebody find Jason
Keening! Quick!

[Cut back to a very ammused Fred Hoyle.]

CL: What the heck was that?  That wasn't --

FH: El Outlaw LOCO has finally wised up.  I who talked some sense into
him?

CL: I don't know what is trying to be pulled here but ...

FH: Oh you enjoyed poking fun at me with El Outlaw LOCO for months ...
Now I see a side of him I like and you are all back tracking.

CL: It was obvious that _wasn't_ ---

FH: You saw the mask Lester.

CL: Yeah, but ...

FH: Nothing ... I wonder who El Outlaw LOCO will take down.

CL: I don't expect either Justin Cruise _OR_ Masked Outlaw are that
scared of Perry Font ---

FH: el Outlaw LOCO you mean?

[We cut backstage one more time, to one of the large locker rooms. The
room is deserted but for one man. His head bowed, Ronan Benedict is
deep in thought as he wraps white athletic tape around his left hand.
Ronan is dressed for battle, sporting a short-sleeved black "War
Hounds: Blood-Stained Extermination Tour" t-shirt, forest green
camouflage patterned pants, and black boots on his feet. His dark red
hair hangs down around his shoulders and dangles in his face. Ronan's
full beard looks like it could use a good trimming.

The booming footsteps of Larry Gionet's black boots can be heard off
into the distance. They get louder as they come closer. We also see
Gionet geared up for battle with white wrist tape, sporting his red
half tights with the Japanese symbol for warrior stitched on the right
pant leg. He leans against the locker as we see Ronan still lost in
thought.]

Larry Gionet: Ronan...

[Snaps his fingers]

LG: HEY!

[Ronan doesn't look up at him though.]

RB: Hope you're ready for a fight, Gionet. Hope you're ready to kick
some f[BLEEP]kers' teeth in.

[And now he looks up at his tag team partner for the evening, but
still works on wrapping his hand.]

RB: 'Cause that's what we're getting; and it don't even begin to
describe what I'm giving Grimsson.

LG: I'm ready to give these men hell. These men have been a thorn in
our sides for FAR too long Ronan! I come from a long line of fighters
and there is no way I am backing down.

[Ronan gazes deep into Larry's eyes, measuring the weight of his
words, until a small, menacing grin forms on his bearded face.]

RB: Good.

'Cause they ain't stoppin' 'til our necks are broken. I don't like you
much, but I know first-hand what you're made of. There ain't many
people I'd trust to watch my back. You ain't one of 'em. I won't make
excuses for losing to you a while back, that kinda' sh[BLEEP]t gets me
nowhere. But if you stay focused on beating the Hell outta' Manson,
and leave Chad to me, then we'll do just fine.

[The sly smirk of Larry Gionet stretches across his face.]

LG: No problems there Benedict. Let's go take care of some business
out there! I will see you in the ring.

[Gionet lightly pounds Ronan on the left shoulder with his right fist
as he exits the locker room. Benedict looks on as the footsteps echo
through the locker room. Ronan doesn't seem amused by Larry's punch to
the shoulder, but shrugs it off. Lowering his head again, he tears the
tape from the roll and finishes off his left hand, before going to
work on the right.]

RB: Just don't get in the way. I ain't stoppin' for nobody when it
comes to pounding the living f[BLEEP]k outta' Chad one more time.
'Cause he won't stop coming at me 'til I make him stop.

[Left alone in the room again, Ronan falls silent. Focused. Fade.]

CL: We are back and, Chris Tate has entered the ring so it looks like
we are mere moments from the final Heatwave before Shattered Dreams
kicking off!

FH: Chris Tate? He still has a job here? Man with the influx of
legends here into the PVW you figured by now people like him would
have been handed their walking papers.

CL: Tate is a legend in this sport as well Fred ...

FH: A legend in his own mind. He's a lot like this CEO of another wres
...

CL: Fred!

FH: What?

CL: Do you remember what the Willingham's told you?

FH: Damn …...

[As Fred becomes silent a lone figure begins to walk down tha ailse.]

HD: And his opponent  standing at six feet two and weighing in at two-
hundred and forty one pounds ...


Wrestling out of the unknown


DR.X !!!


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

FH: One of my all time favorite cartoon characters ..

CL: What?

FH: It's Racer X ...

CL: No Fred, it is Dr. X. He has nothing to do with Speed Racer.

FH: Damn! Lester, this show is just getting worse and worse by the
moment!


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                   Dr. X v. Chris Tate
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*DING!* *DING!* *DING!*

[The two men slowly circle one another for a few moments before Tate
goes for the collar and elbow tie-up. Tate begins to force Dr. X back
towards the corner where the referee orders for the clean break.]

CL: Tate raising his arms and giving Dr. X the clean …

FH: Greco-Roman thumb to the eye!

CL: Tate is holding his eye in pain and the referee didn’t see it.

FH: And Dr. X catches Tate in the jaw with a stiff elbow. Look at the
speed he is hitting Tate with the elbows. Are you sure he isn't Racer
X Lester?

CL: Of course I'm sure! Dr. X has forced Tate into the opposite corner
and he grabs the right arm of Tate for the Irish Whip … no Tate with
the reversal sending Dr. X crashing chest first into the turnbuckles.

["The Wildcat" throws his hands arms into the air and rushes forward
but Dr. X side steps causing Tate to crash chest first into the
corner. As Tate staggers a step backwards Dr. X rebounds off of the
ropes and catches Tate by the back of his head with one hand and
drives him into the mat with a Bulldog.]

FH: Perfect Bulldog takedown by the masked man. And Dr. X isn’t easing
up as he pulls Tate to his feet and locks on a front chancery.

CL: Dr. X lifting Chris Tate into the air …

FH: And look at the power as he just holds Tate in the air allowing
the blood to rush to his head ...

CL: And finally Chris Tate comes crashing to the mat.

FH: What a great looking Delayed Vertical Suplex by Dr. X. And Dr. X
is looking to put his one away early as he goes for the pin.




ONE !!!




TWO !!!


CL: And Chris Tate with the kick out!

FH: I'm assuming Dr. X is a bit surprised but you never can tell when
someone is wearing a mask. Hey Lester, do you think he wears a mask
because he had acid spilled on his face?

CL: I'm assuming no Fred.

FH: Maybe we should get Hayes to ask him … but he may not tell the
truth you know people who masks can’t be trusted.

[As the banter continues Dr. X drops a knee to the side of Tate's head
and then he just begins to stomp his boot across the chest of Chris
Tate. The referee tries to pull Dr. X off of Tate and Dr. X shoves the
referee who gets right into the masked man's face.]

CL: And the referee is telling Dr. X one more move like that and this
match is over.

FH: Oh how I long for the good old days when the referee was afraid of
the wrestlers. This Zero Tolerance is killing the business Lester!

CL: It's brought stronger competition Fred! There’s two many feds out
there where the action is settled by who can take the most punishment.
Here in the PVW it's all about who the better wrestler is.

FH: And right now that's not Chris Tate as Dr. X pulls him to his feet
and quickly drops him to the mat with a Gutwrench Suplex. And now the
good old Doctor is shifting into a Neck Vice.

CL: Chris Tate is telling the referee that he refuses to give up ...

FH: Which is a good thing cause I think part of the fans are still in
the bathroom ...

CL: What?

FH: Really no one cares about Chris Tate and now that you told me he's
not Racer X I’m not sure how much I care anymore Lester.

CL: Where’s Putter when you need him.

FH: Probably putting for Triple Bogey right now. But Dr. X is pulling
Tate back to his feet and takes him over with a Snapmare, and a nice
kick to the back of Tate's head.

CL: Dr. X rushing ot the far side ropes and …


!!! SSSMMMAAACCCKKK!!!


FH: A solid boot to the head of Chris Tate! I wouldn't be surprised if
Tate lost a tooth there!

[Tate shakes his head as he tries to push himself to his feet but Dr.
X is right there and grabs him by the arm pulling him to his feet as
he does so. Dr. X lifts Tate up placing him on his shoulder ...]

FH: Running Powerslam and Tate has become a part of the mat.




ONE !!!




TWO !!!




THR –


CL: And once again Chris Tate kicks out.

FH: Dr. X is visibly frustrated as he pounds the mat and grabs Tate
forcibly pulling him to his feet ...

CL: And Tate reaches up grabbing the head of Dr. X ... Jawbreaker!

[The crowd pops as Tate gets to his feet and peppers Dr. X with a
right and a second right to the jaw. Tate reaches and grabs Dr. X's
arm and attempts to whip him across the ring but Dr.X slams on the
brakes and begins to to whip Tate, but instead he pulls Tate towards
him ...]

FH: Heart Punch! Dr. X caught Tate out of nowhere with the Heart Punch
and Tate is a lump on the mat! It's academic now Lester!




ONE !!!




TWO!!!




THREE !!!


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


CL: Chris Tate was just a step off all match and Dr. X picks up the
win!

HD: And you’re winner ...


DR. X !!!

[Dr. X grabs the mic from the ring announcer and climbs back into the
ring]

Dr. X: It's just like I told you Tate, it was nothing personal - it
was just business.

FH: He did warn him you know, Chip.

CL: But that doesn't make it right.

Dr. X: I said tonight I was going to make a statement, and this is
just the start. I'm laying out right now an open challenge. I don't
care if its anyone in the back, I don't care if it's that fat kid in
the third row wearing his Green Lantern shirt, I even don't give a
damn if it's Chip here at the announce table.

FH: Really Chip should give it a try, I hear you benched 115 the other
day.

CL: Uh, no thank you.

Dr. X: If you think you have what it takes, if you think you're man
enough to step inside this squared circle with me - then please I'm
asking you - no

[He drops to his knees, shinbone conviently draped over the
"Wildcat"'s throat]

Dr. X: I'm BEGGING you, come out here - prove to me, prove to the
world that you have what it takes to hang in this ring with-

[All of a sudden "Loyal to No-One" by The Dropkick Murphy's plays over
the PA as the arena goes completely silent. So silent in fact you
could probably hear a pin drop...]

I first meet this man at the Cammen street Tracks
In no shape for success headed nowhere to fast

He may have been someone once by the sound of his call
Now he answers to no one
NO-ONE AT ALL!

We all die alone, he shouted as he passed
With no sense of regret, see he never looked back

Though his pride was wounded, his ego was strong
Yea that was his Trouble and this is his Song

You said we die alone, in this case you were right
No friends by your side or family in sight
There'll be no talking your way out this time
So don't count the cash cause you leave it behind

[A hooded man stands at the entrance just bouncing to the beat of the
music. His head is down so his face is completely covered. The man
still has his head down and starts to walk down towards the ring as
Doctor X is seen getting up from his knees as Tate is seen rolling
around gasping for air. The man stops halfway down the ramp and slowly
bring his hands towards the hood and seems like he is about to remove
it. The man begins to pull the hood off his head as the crowd
absolutely erupts
...]

FH: IS THAT?!? NO IT COULDN'T BE ...

CL: FRED THAT IS PHOENIX VALLEY WRESTLING OWN LOVEABLE AND FIGHTING
IRISHMAN. IT IS CALEB FOLEY. BOY HAS HE CHANGED...

FH: I THOUGHT HE WAS DEAD LIKE HIS FATHER ...

[As flashbulbs continue to go off Caleb pulls the hood completely off
his head and reveals a new hairstyle his short reddish hair is now
gone replaced with the same reddish hair but this time it is slicked
back. Caleb is no longer facial hair free but seems to have grown 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!!]

FH: Chip why did you jump. It was just a pyro. Geez

CL: Fred I'm sorry I can't believe Caleb Foley has returned here
tonight and it seems like he has some beef with the good old Doctor...

His friends come and go like the seasons and tide
He can't keep a women they all realize
He loves them, leaves them, takes what he needs
He's loyal to no one, no one at all

You were brought up well still in spite of it all
You're touched by nothing, watch a man fall
Put a foot on his back to get a better view
Cause your loyal to No-one. NO-ONE BUT YOU!

[CROWD POPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

You said we die alone, in this case you were right
No friends by your side or family in sight
There'll be no talking your way out this time
So don't count the cash cause you leave it behind

He was broken and tired wouldn't take a hand
Their kindness was simple but he couldn't understand

See it's hard to have faith in something so new
When your loyal to no one, NO-ONE BUT YOU!

You said we die alone, in this case you were right
No friends by your side or family in sight
There'll be no talking your way out this time
So don't count the cash cause you leave it behind

You said we die alone, in this case you were right
No friends by your side or family in sight

[Foley continues to walk down to the ring as the fans are chanting his
name but seems not to really be interacting with them as much as his
once did. "The WildCat" is now on the outside of the ring as the
official is checking on him. Foley is looking in the ring right at
Doctor X. Caleb finally reaches the ring and walks over to the
announcer table and ask for a microphone. Caleb is seen standing in
front of the announce table and begins to speak as Doctor X is still
standing in the middle of the ring ...]

Caleb Foley: "Nothing personal just business ...You know a certain PVW
World Champion once said that to me and he was ABSOLUTELY RIGHT. Now
if it wasn't for a tragic accident he would probably still be World
Champion today. No offense to you Cole. You see Doctor X when you step
into that ring you have to forget about everything else and just take
care off business. And that was my mistake the first time around here
..."

[The crowd has finally died down now and it seems like the once
loveable Irishman is no longer that happy go lucky guy the Phoenix
Valley fans have loved. Caleb begins to walk over to Chris Tate as he
helps him back to his feet. He makes sure he is okay and give him a
pat on the back as the offical helps him to the back. Foley continues
to speak ...]

Caleb Foley: "You see I let my emotions get the better of me. I let
the hype get to my head. Everyone was saying I was the FACE of Phoenix
Valley Wrestling. I was the so called NEXT BIG THING. And you know
what they say what goes up MUST come down. And mate did I come
CRASHING down. I wanted to crawl in a fetal position and just die ...
I wanted to go under some rock and hide the rest of my life ... I
didn't want to be bothered by anyone ... But then a certain LOCO
friend of mine paid me a visit ... "

[A small Outlaw chant can be heard ... ]

Caleb Foley: "Yeah that would be the friend. You know what that crazy
SOB said to me..."

[Caleb pauses for a moment and then begins to climb up the ring steps.
He stops at the top step and continues ...]

Caleb Foley: "He said all the greats ... including himself ... have
had ups and downs in this business. It is the only way you grow ... It
is the only way you learn from your mistakes ... It is the only way
you conquer your fears ... And you know what my biggest fear was in my
life ..."

[Foley begins to walks on the ring apron and then looks straight at
the Doctor ...]

Caleb Foley: "It was getting in the ring ..."

[Caleb then steps inbetween the middle and top rope.]

Caleb Foley: "... and FAILING. Then I realized I couldn't FAIL. I have
already realized my dream of becoming a professional wrestler and
wrestling for all these fans. So Doctor there is a certain Pay Per
View coming up called Shattered Dreams and it seems that neither you
or I have a match. And there is no better place for me to make my
return. So what do you say Doc?"

Dr. X: What do I say? I say that I have wrestling boots that are older
than you punk. I say that while you were sucking on your mamma's teat
I was kicking ass and taking home the gold from one side of the
wrestling world to the other!

But most of all.

[Dr. X walks over and stands nose to nose with the returning star]

Dr. X: But most of all what I see before me is yet another one of
those young kids who come into my sport, get a little taste of the
fame and glory and then can't handle it. You have to be tough to
survive inside these ropes, kid.

And I don't just mean physically. I mean tough in the head. From what
I've seen and heard about you - you clearly can't cut it. You let that
idiot Chase Williams totally mess with your head. Of course if you
hadn't lost that match when your old man actually DID kick the bucket
-

[Before he can say another word Caleb drills Dr. X with a stiff right
hand that sends the masked man onto his backside]

CL: I can't believe he said that.

FH: That is low, even for my tastes.

[Dr. X wastes no time in going for a double-leg takedown. Foley rolls
on top and connects with a flurry of punches before Dr. X reverses and
scores with a couple of his own.]

CL : We need to get some help out here!

[Foley grabs the ringwise vet's mask and trunks and tosses him out
thru the ropes before vaulting over with a plancha. The timekeeper
bangs the hammer on the bell time and again in a vain attempt at
restoring order]

FH: Oh yeah, like they're going to stop because someone's ringing a
bell~!

[Scores of security guards start running down the aisleway as the two
grapplers stand nose to nose trading right hands. Dr. X reaches over
the guard rail and relieves a fan of his chair before smashing it
square in the back of Caleb Foley. A security guard tosses the chair
away as two more hold the masked man back. Others help Foley to his
feet - keeping the two men apart.]

CL: Thank God that they finally got out here to restore order! Fans
I'm not -

FH: Look out!!!

[Foley busts thru nearly a dozen security personnel before tackling
Dr. X once more. As fate has it the chair is in his grasp! Foley
siezes the steel chair and drives it into Dr X's abdomen as the
wrestling veterinarian makes his way back to his feet. A referee tries
to get the chair away from Foley and as he does, Dr. X. takes
advantage of the distraction  and clotheslines his adversary over the
railing and into the crowd]

CL: Oh this could get ugly in a hurry.

FH: Let's see if Foley can back up all his smack!\

[Doctor X hops over the guard rail and begins to put the boots to the
back of the head of Foley. Foley is crawling away as a bunch of fans
are talking smack to the good old doctor and he just slaps the drink
out of one of the fans and then goes to pick up Caleb but somehow
Caleb blocks it and monkey flips him over his head. Caleb is trying to
make his way back on his feet as security has now surrounded Foley.
Doctor X is back on his feet also as he is being held back also. A few
of the security guards are trying to talk sense to Caleb but he seems
not to be paying attention to them. As Dr. X is begging the Celtic
Crippler on ... ]

FH: That's right Foley stick your tail inbetween your legs again and
walk away while you still have a chance.

CL: Well now that order has finally been -

[ All of a sudden Foley burst thru the group again and goes to spear
the Dr. X but Doctor leap frogs over Foley and he thinks he has
outsmarted the young lad. When all of a sudden he turns around and
Foley decks him with a closed right fist not to be outdone the Doctor
delivers one closed fist of his own. A right from Foley ... A right
from Doc ... A left from Caleb ... A left from Dr. X ... Caleb throws
another haymaker but Dr. X blocks it and then pokes Caleb right in the
eyes. Foley clutches his eye and Dr. X seizes the opportunity and
vertical suplexes him onto the unforgiving concrete floor. ]

CL: That has to hurt.

FH: What gave you that idea Chip ... The sound the impact made or the
look of discomfort on Foley's face?

[Dr. X continues his onslaught by dragging Foley thru the crowd by his
reddish locks. Dr. X picks up Foley and irish whips directly towards
two doors that let to the concession stand area.]

CL: Where the heck are they going?

FH: Maybe they are thirsty ... Or wanna buy a shirt from one of their
favorite superstars here ... All I know is that I am stuck here with
you.

[Caleb hits the doors hard and the swing open and the close right
back. Dr X has an evil smirk on his face as he walks towards the
doors. Foley is being held up by the doors. Dr. X grabs him by his
head and goes to drive Foley right into the doors towards the
concession area but Foley hits the Doctor with a right elbow into his
stomach area. Foley then side steps the doctor and dropkicks him into
the doors. Caleb then not wasting a second charges at Dr. X and both
men go thru the door to the concession stand area...]

CL: This can't end well!

[Arena workers scatter as the two grapplers fall into the concession
stand area. Caleb grabs Dr. X by the mask and drives him face first
into the countertop. Several ketchup packets break upon impact,
splattering both men.]

FH: Oh man those stains are hard to wash out of your mask!

[Foley tries to smash Dr X's head into the counter again but only gets
a forearm to the abdomen. The long time veteran follows up with a
kneelift which sends the former World champion to the cement floor.
X's head turns one way and then the other before grasping a large jar
of mustard. He holds it, waiting for Caleb to arise. Foley stumbles to
his feet
and at the right moment, Dr. X tosses the jar at him! Foley barely
manages to move his head in time and the jar splatters against the
wall - sending mustard and glass shards all over the floor and the
area]

CL: Thank God Caleb ducked - that could have been tragic

FH: Tragic for me! I love mustard on my brats!!

[Fans have made their way from the arena out to the concourse,
security trying to keep them safe as the two grapplers have at it. Dr.
X turns trying to find another weapon and doesn't see Foley coming up
from behind. Caleb spins the Doc around and blinds him by tossing a
tray filled with cokes and soft drinks into his face. As the masked
man swings wildly, Caleb grasps him with a mustard coated arm and
drives him headfirst into the popcorn machine!! Countless kernels of
popped goodness go  splattering about onto the fans and the floor as
Dr X's mask is now stained with the yellow of mustard and the crimson
of his own blood. Caleb stomps Dr X's shoulder with a boot before
security is finally able to pull him away. Dr. X grasps a few Sinister
T-shirts  to wipe his face clean with as he's held back by other
security personel.]

CL: What a way to return!! We sure as heck won't forget this battle
for some time!!

FH: I guess might as take a leak all over Zero Tolerance right off the
back.  Way to win over the PVW office Caleb Foley.

CL: The security tried to do their job ...  And all this right after
the Press Conference in London.  These two didn't win any favors over.

FH: I kind of enjoy this.  If Foley is going to return might as well
returning pissing off the front office.  Much more fun for all of us!

CL What a nice surprise right before Shattered Dreams!

FH: Speak for yourself.

[We cut to the backstage area of the Wachovia Center where, in front
of the obligatory PVW backdrop, stand Dean Hayes and PVW's newest
recruit 23 year old Scott Nielsen. The Portland native is looking well
tonight dressed in a white shirt, sleeves rolled up, and a pair of
simple stonewash 501s. Around his neck hangs a silver chain with a
crucifix while his jaw is wrapped in dark designer stubble.]

DH: Good evening, fans. I'm here with PVW's newest and rawest recruit,
Scott Nielsen.

[Hayes turns to Nielsen.]

DH: I just wanted a few words, really, on how it feels to have
fulfilled your dream of making it to the big leagues?

[Nielsen smiles.]

SN: Well, Dean, what can I say? Part of me still can't wait to wake up
smell the coffee. I think I'm gonna come round in the back of some van
to the middle of nowhere on the way to wrestle in some random show
against a bunch of nobodies. But, no, instead I'm here on Heatwave as
part of the roster.

[Nielsen shakes his head in disbelief.]

SN: I'm meeting guys here for the first time who were my heroes, You
know? Guys like Doc Holliday and Alex Martinez... It's just blowing my
mind, Dean. I've gone through the looking glass and I'm just waiting
for my feet to touch the ground so I can take stock.

[Hayes nods.]

DH: And that's my next question: what's next for you? What do you
think the future holds for Scott Nielsen?

SN: I'm not gonna pretend that this is; that I've made it. I know this
is just the beginning. From here on in, I've got to buckle down and
work harder than I've ever worked in my life. I thought I had it hard
over in Japan, but this is going to be nothing compared to that.
Here I'm up against the best in the business and that's what I've
always wanted. I want to prove myself against them and beat them. I
want to win titles here, pure and simple... and I wont be happy until
I've done it.

[Nielsen turns from Hayes and puts his dark eyes into the lens.]

SN: I'm not gonna make any bold declarations here but, suffice to say
I'm here to stay and I'll be making waves-

[Nielsen turns his attention off camera.]

can I help you, buddy?

[The camera pans back as Mike Cox comes into view. Cox is decked out
in black jeans shorts, black knee pads, hands wrapped in white tape up
to mid-forearm and the *new* 'Girls Love Cox' black t-shirt. Cox has a
small smirk on his face, in fact he doesn't look to be 'all there' as
he has a weird look in his eyes. He looks Nielsen up and down then
chuckles.]

MC: Can you help me bud? [Cox laughs] There is nobody, _NOBODY_ in the
PVW that can help me rook.I have looked into the eyes of the Devil
rookie [chuckles crazily] I've seen the burning rage in his eyes. Can
you help me rook?

[Mike chuckles as he runs a hand through his greasy black hair that
looks as though it hasn't been washed in days. He licks his lips as
that crazy smile spreads across his face again.]

MC: No, you can't help me Rook. You can't help cause Spectre already
'chose' me. He looked into my soul and he chose me rook. But i can
help you. I know you're probably excited about coming to PVW aren't
ya?

[Cox doesn't wait for an answer.]

MC: You're all giddy inside like a fat kid in a candy store. You think
you have 'made it'? Right?

[Cox continues again.]

Well you have made it no where kid. You have only made it to the
Devil's Playground. I thought just like you rook. I thought i was set.
I thought i had my chance to show the World. But then 'HE' came t me.
The Dark Angel, the walking Death. Rook, I will do whatever it is I
have to do to make you not make the same mistakes as me.

[Gets right in Nielsen's face.]

Cox: _ANYTHING_.

[As abruptly as it began, Cox's explosive tirade ends and he about
faces and marches off screen. Nielsen, meanwhile, blows out his cheeks
and shakes his head while Hayes smiles; just another day at the office
for him.]

DH: Any thoughts, Scott?

SN: Yeah... Welcome to PVW.

[And, with that, we fade.]

CL: Mike Cox should be worrying about Spectre later on tonight instead
of trying to intimidate the new guy.

FH: Hey this is the big leagues like Nielsen said.  He is going to
have to take a lot worse then that if he wants to make it around here.

CL: This is true and Nielsen has a match at Shattered Dreams due to
his win at Damage Control, but against who it's uncertain.

FH: I think we may of just found out.

CL: Next up we will have four men that are about as tough as this
industry can get.

FH: Yeah right we probably have Joshua Curtis versus Ice Princess
lined up next.

CL: Wait aren't they the same person?

FH: Oh that's right.

CL: The Voice is standing by.

HD: This match is scheduled for one fall.

FH: Well at least we have that going for us.

HD: Introducing first ...  Wrestling out of Grand Rapids, Michigan.
Weighing in at two hundred and two pounds.

RONAN BENEDICT !!!

[Heavy guitars and drums cue up, ushering in the opening riffs of
DevilDriver's "Before the Hangman's Noose".  The silhouette of a small
man is barely seen behind the curtains, his head bowed low.  Then, as
Dez begins the opening lines, the curtains part.  And Ronan Benedict
steps out and onto the stage.]

# IT'S A GOOD DAY TO FUCKING DAY!
  A GOOD DAY, A FUCKING GOOD DAY!
  A GOOD DAY, A FUCKING GOOD DAY TO DIE! #

[The song kicks into high gear from there, as Dez continues on with
his growling.  Ronan raises his eyes toward the ring and starts making
his way down the aisle, ignoring the fans' outstretched hands as he
passes.  A silent intensity smolders in his blue eyes as he prepares
himself to kick somebody's teeth in.  Upon arriving at the ring, he
steps through the ropes and heads for his corner - still paying no
attention to the fans.  The music slowly fades, and Ronan's demeanor
visibly changes, ready for the approaching battle.]

CL: Benedict had quite a clash with Marcus Manson on Damage Control
not to long ago.

FH: But it wasn't enough.

CL: Not on that tonight, but tonight he teams with ...

HD: And his partner... Wrestling out Stoughton, Massachusetts.
Weighing in at two hundred and thirty five pounds.

PVW's Warrior ...

LARRY GIONET !!!


   LARRY !!!  LARRY !!!   LARRY !!!

   LARRY !!!  LARRY !!!   LARRY !!!

   LARRY !!!  LARRY !!!   LARRY !!!


[The Crowd chants the PVW Warriors name as the lights dim to black as
the booming intro of "Driven" by Sevendust can be heard through the PA
system.]

(stop the man)
From endin' up with all the chips so he can't
(promise him an only chance)
To have the freedom that's been takin' from me

[Mini Strobe lights rotating between blue and red flash up the
scaffolding, circling in the dark chaos of the darkened archway
illuminating the figure of a man standing in the darkness. The lights
begin flashing near the rampway off and on surrounding now the visible
figure of Larry Gionet before fading out again. Larry Gionet steps up
out onto the stage as loud fireworks shoot up in stereo bursts from
either side of the stage!  He looks across the sea of fans as the
cheers resonate throughout the arena.]

(you - can - try - to - lift - your - head - no)
You fucked up with me now live with the truth
Find a reason to lie (try)

[Larry Gionet slowly walks to the ring as the chants become louder. He
wears his red and black half long tights with his name in red slash
lettering, black kneepads and black boots.  Without hesitation, he
nods towards the fans.   With a menacing look on his face, he stops at
ringside and raises a head to stare at the crowd with a deep stare
taking in a very deep breath.  The fans become a blur as he turns
towards the ring focusing in on the task at hand.]

Seems like it hasn't been long - I've given
(so much how could you hide)
You're sick with all the guilt you're never - forgiven
(you try to wash it away - wash it away)

[The music crashes around him as he heads for the ring steps. Climbing
the stairs, Gionet makes his way along the ring apron's edge. He looks
out across the rows of waving fans, and hand locked on the top rope,
steps inside with authority. Larry Gionet walks right across the ring
as he climbs the buckles and pounds his fists as the cheers continue
for the PVW Warrior.]

(ask again) why all the dreams I had
Are now left broken
(punished for a wounded past)
Afraid to wake and find reality breathin
(why - has - life - been - taken - from - me)
I fucked up and now I live with the truth
With no reason to lie (I)

[Larry Gionet drops down, the blue turned to red lights flash across
the ring as he starts pulling on the ring ropes to test for give.
Charging through the shadows at breakneck speed, Gionet crashes into
the other side and skids to a halt in the center of the ring. Larry
raises both arms, one hand clamping his other wrist as he looks out
across the arena, cold blue eyes focused....]

Feel like it hasn't been long - I'm driven
(to keep myself alive)
You're sick with all the guilty you're never - forgiven
(you'll never wash it away - wash it away)

[The lights begin to rise as Gionet raises a fist into the air. A
striking electric guitar solo blares throughout the packed house
leading his entrance theme like the cold glare in Larry's eyes
streaming out across the arena. Gionet grates a thumb across his neck
signaling for his music to be cut.]

CL: Fans have really been getting behind Larry Gionet.  He came so
close in becoming the number one contender at Boiling Point before a
series of injuries kept the PVW Warrior out of action.

FH: He is set to be destroyed at Shattered Dreams.

CL: It's possible, but if anyone can stand toe to toe with the Misery
Machine it's Gionet.

HD: And their opponents ...

[BOOOOOOO!]

FH: What do these fans know!

CL: Well we are in Rick Marley's home town.

FH: Only good thing out of Pennsylvania is the Widowmaker captain.

HD: Wrestling out of Detroit, Michigan.  Weighing three hundred and
sixty five pounds.

"THE PIT MONSTER" CHAD GRIMSSON !!!

[The opening riff to Biohazard's "Switchback" thunders over the PA as
Chad Grimsson steps out from the back. Dressed in a pair of ripped and
faded blue jeans, black leather chaps, black engineer boots, a white
wife beater with a red anarchy sign spray painted on the front, and
finishing off with both fists wrapped heavily in white tape, the man
known as the Pit Monster makes his way towards the ring. Eyes focused
on the ring (or his opponent should they come out first), Chad slaps
hands with the fans on his way down the aisle. As he gets to the ring,
Chad steps over the top rope and heads to his corner, waiting for the
bell to ring.]

CL: Chad Grimsson has tasted quite a bit of success around the
wrestling world.  He has had his ups and down in PVW, but a lot of
those have been tied to Ronan Benedict who is standing right there
inside the ring.

FH: At Shattered Dreams he will squash the Ravager like the little
annoying pesky bug that he is.

CL: I guess we will find out.  I believe Benedict is one of the only
men to actually force the Pit Monster to tap out.

FH: The sun shines on a dog's ass even on a dark day once in awhile.

HD: His partner ...  Wrestling out of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.

[HOME TOWN MENTION POP!!!]

FH: I'd like to rephrase my earlier mention that just Marley is the
only good thing out of Pennsylvania.

HD: Weighing in at two hundred and ninety five pounds ...

"THE MISERY MACHINE" MARCUS MANSON !!!


["Rooster" by Alice In Chains rocks the PA system.  The six foot nine
Widowmaker wrecking machine emerges from the back.  The Misery Machine
stares right down the aisle way at Ronan Benedict and Larry Gionet.
His eyes don't ever leave the two men he looks to unleash hell on.
Some of the home town fans give a fist bump to the Widowmaker wrecking
machine.  He begins to walks slowly down the aisle way keeping both
eyes on the task at hand the whole time.  Finally reaching ring side
he points at Larry Gionet and with a wide smile he gives the throat
slash sending him a message that his time as PVW's toughest SOB is
soon to be over.]

CL: Larry Gionet glares right back.  He is telling Marcus Manson to
bring it!

FH: Bad move Gionet.  There isn't many men who can stand toe to toe
and throw down with the Misery Machine.  I'm not just talking about in
PVW terms either.


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                    09.09.09 Heatwave
                    <><><><><><><><><>
                     Tag Team Action:
                    <><><><><><><><><>
Marcus Manson & Chad Grimsson v. Larry Gionet & Ronan Benedict
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

[Manson and the Pit Monster stand side by side looking across at what
they perceive as "victims".  Benedict and Gionet discuss who will
begin the match and the decision is made for them.  Manson steps over
the ropes giving the Pit Monster the go and Ronan Benedict steps
forward pointing mouthing that he is going to knock the big mother
[bleeper] out.]

CL: Ronan Benedict is ready to fight and it doesn't appear that Chad
Grimsson is looking to back down.  They aren't looking to wait until
Shattered Dreams!

FH: What happens when you take a six foot nine wrecking crew and team
him up with a six foot eight pit monster?

CL: You tell me.


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


FH: We are about to find out, but it doesn't look good for GIonet and
Benedict.

CL: The bell has sounded and Ronan isn't wasting any time at all!

[Benedict charges right at the big son of a bitch with charging force
and pushes him back into the corner of the ring.  Stiff knees fly out
drilling Grimsson as he begins dropping big fist down on the mid-back
of Benedict.]

CL: We didn't expect much wrestling to break out when these two
finally decided to unload and break each other at Shattered Dreams and
tonight on Heatwave it doesn't appear it will be any different.

FH: The quicker Grimsson breaks Benedict the better we _all_ will be.

[And the size of the Pit Monster immediately comes into play as he
spins Benedict around he is now the one back to the turnbuckles and
Grimsson unloads with _power_ strikes.]

CL: Benedict down to one knee, but he is still fighting his way out of
the corner.

FH: The Pit Monster now picks the little ant up with ease and AIR
PLANE SPINS OUT!

[Benedict gets swung in circles a few times and just tossed across the
ring with ease and he slams down on the mat.  He quickly grabs his
ribs after the collision as Grimsson glares across and charges
planting
the bottom of his boot right into the side of Benedict's head.]

CL: JESUS!  He almost dented the side of Ronan's skull.

FH: With skills like that the Pit Monster should try out for the local
defending superbowl champions as a punter!

CL: I'm sure any NFL team would love a six foot eight punter.

FH: Especially one's that kick the side of skulls in!

[Grimsson pulls Benedict up who is quite dazed now and lifts him with
little to no trouble and turns him into bone crushing backbreaker.  He
holds Benedict extended on his back and stretches him backwards with
his knee grinding into the spine of the Ravager.]

CL: This is an interesting submission move.

FH: It works quite well when you are the mass of Chad Grimsson and you
are breaking a midget like Ronan Benedict.  There might not be a last
man standing match if he snaps the back of Grimsson!

CL: There is still a lot of fight left in the body of Ronan Benedict.

[Benedict swings his arms wildly, but he catches nothing but air.
Larry Gionet stands on the ring apron cheering his partner on.  As the
cheers grow louder so does the fight deep inside the two hundred and
two pounder.  He begins to fight his way out of the submission hold.
He sets up only long enough for the Pit Monster to shoot to his feet
with Benedict in hand and drives him down to the mat with a front face
slam ...]


"___THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"


CL: The Pit Monster just flattened Ronan Benedict and crushed the fans
dream in one swipe.

FH: Not very hard task I might add.

[Grimsson glares down at Benedict and with a smirk drags him over and
tags in Marcus Manson.]

CL: Oh this could get bad.

[Manson steps inside the ring as Grimsson whips him across with all
his might right into a charging yakuza kick by the Misery Machine
sending Benedict down for the count.]

FH: HA! He just made Benedict swallow his teeth!

CL: Gionet even felt that one.  Manson drops down for the cover.  This
match could be over before the PVW Warrior even gets time inside the
ring.




ONE ...




TWO ...




... NO!!! Benedict fires out!

[The fans give a huge pop at the courage of the Ravager.  Manson just
shakes his head as he yanks Benedict up and slingshot suplex takes the
wounded superstar back down to the mat.  Manson again hooks the leg
sending a message to Gionet.]




ONE ...




TWO ...




CL: NO!! Gionet is right in and stomps on Manson's back breaking up
the cover.  Referee Jim Brewer is right there forcing the PVW Warrior
out of the ring and that brings the Pit Monster right back in.

[BOOOOOOOOOO!]

FH: Stupid Gionet.  You just put your partner in danger because you
couldn't keep your cool.

[And stomps come from the two juggernauts squashing Benedict under
their boots.  Manson turns Benedict around and begins choking him with
the middle rope as Grimsson hits the ropes and leaps with all 365
pounds and lands right on the back and throat of Ronan Benedict.  As
the referee turns around Marcus Manson steps to the outside holding
his hands up innocent.]

CL: There was no legal tag and these two took complete advantage.

FH: Both Grimsson and Manson have been apart of very good if not great
tag teams.  They know how the game goes and Larry Gionet fell right
into the trap.

[Gionet has a choice of words for Manson as Grimsson wraps his large
claw around the Ravager head and keeps him down with his devastating
Iron Claw.]

CL: This could spell the end of Benedict.  Many men have tapped to the
Pit Monster's claw.

FH: Might as well save himself the trouble.

CL: Benedict's hand is up... He is thinking about it.

FH: Go ahead make all of our day!

[... And just as everyone expected Benedict used that lifted hand to
begin firing back!  With each quick jab it began loosing the grip and
finally broke the hold.  Benedict hit the ropes and leaped with a knee
crashing into the Pit Monster.  However still on his feet he hit the
ropes again, but this time Grimsson was ready and spun into a Uraken.]


"___CRAAAAAAAAAAAACK___"


FH: Light's out!

CL: Benedict was loose and he was starting a come back, but a spinning
back fist later and he was in trouble again.

[Grimsson retags Manson back in and the fans boo.  Manson whips
Benedict into the ropes, and presses him high into the air, as Ronan
begins to fall to the mat, Manson catches him and drops him into a
punishing spinebuster!]


"___THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"


CL: Fapjack Spinebuster!

[On his knees, Manson looks up and sees Gionet charging towards him!
Manson launches himself forward and spears Gionet!]

FH: Gionet tried to blind side Manson but got speared out of his
boots!
I love it!

CL: Gionet was tired of waiting and Manson knew it.  He was ready and
played him like a puppet.

[Manson turns smiling at Gionet who has rolled out of the ring holding
his ribs but glaring at Manson.  The Misery Machine pulls Benedict
back to his feet and lifts him up with a big bear hug.  Squeezing what
life is left in the Ravager out.]

CL: Benedict has been through a world of hurt in this one.  He tried
to fire back on a few occasions, but the size and tag experience of
these two men have been just too much.

FH: Let's face it Benedict fits better in a midget wrestling promotion
elsewhere.  Maybe PVW can bring in a Midgets title and have Holliday
and Benedict fight over it.  Add El Outlaw LOCO for some comedy value.

CL: Benedict has held his own and even beaten Grimsson if you don't
remember.

FH: It's not how I remember things at all Lester.

CL: Of course it isn't.

[Manson retags in Benedict as he holds the Ravager in a bearhug.  The
Pit Monster steps back in and moves him into a northern lights suplex
... RIGHT ONTO GRIMSSON'S KNEE!]


"___CRAAAAAAAACK___"


CL: OH MAN!  A northern lights suplex into a backbreaker.  This has to
be it!




ONE ...




TWO ...




... NO!!!  Where does Ronan Benedict find the fight!

[Grimsson just shakes his head as he knows what it takes to keep
Benedict down.  He yanks Benedict up and begins to lock his big arms
behind Ronan for a full nelson.]

CL: It appears Grimsson looks to be aiming to put Benedict away once
and for all with the Spiral of Pain.

FH: Good bye Ronan it was nice seeing you stop by.  We wont be needing
you at Shattered Dreams since you will be in a hospital bed.

[He begins to lift him up, but the Ravager was playin a bit possum.
He slides out and Ipponzei Shoulder Throw!

HUGE POP!!!]

CL: WHOA!  The Pit Monster looks to be getting back up ... Stiff
Knee lift to the face ... ANOTHER ... A third!  A FOURTH!

[He bends Grimsson over, places knee on back of his head, slams him
face-first to canvas; knee coming down full force on back of head.]


"___KAAAAAATHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"


FH: What the bloody hell!

CL: Benedict with a burst of adrenaline.  He drops to his knee.  Both
men are down!

[Gionet and Manson both reach through the ropes begging for the tag.
Grimsson reaches that big arm out and slaps in the Misery Machine.]

FH: Too bad Benedict.  Your nightmare is in!

CL: Manson grabs the ankle of Benedict and shakes his head no ...
BENEDICT WAS WAITING ... KICK!!!


[MEGA HOT TAG POP!!!]


FH: Oh no.

[Oh yes!  Larry Gionet burst through the ropes and drills Manson with
a short-arm lariat.  Manson swings, but Gionet blocks it and UNLOADS!
Manson's head flys back with each impact right.  Gionet grabs him and
whips him into the corner with an Irish whip and the stunned Manson
stumbles out ... TILT-A-WHIRL ...]


"___CRAAAAAAAAAAAACK___"


[RIB CRAAAACKAAAAH POP!!!]


CL: IN COMES THE PIT MONSTER!

[Gionet ducks a clothesline lifts him and inverted atomic drop.  The
Pit Monster hops back through the ropes.  Gionet grabs Manson and has
his arm around his head and drops all his weight down and DDT!]




ONE ...




TWO ...




THREE ???




[DISSAPOINTMENT POP!!!]




FH: Not today Larry ... Not tomorrow ... Not next week ... Not in your
life time bub!

CL: That was close.  I'm not sure if Manson has even been pinned in
the PVW as of yet.

FH: There is a very good reason for that Lester.

[Gionet flies over and drills the Pit Monster with a hard right
sending him back off the ring apron.  He lets out a big roar and goes
to pull Manson back up, but the Widowmaker resorts to his best Rick
Marley impersonation and rakes the eyes of Larry Gionet.]

CL: Oh come on!  Gionet and Manson is suppose to be the battle of the
toughest men in PVW!

FH: Even tough men have to use their brain Lester.

[Manson hits Gionet with a jawbreaker that sends him back against the
ropes and Manson hits a chop block taking Gionet off his feet holding
his right knee.  Manson catches his breathe and begins kicking away at
the weak spot in the armor.  Benedict now has recovered and began
firing up the crowd to get behind Larry.]

CL: Manson smells blood and he is attacking that right knee like a
maniac.

FH: He is looking to put some hurt in that knee headed into Shattered
Dreams.  We all know Gionet is prone to injuries Lester.

CL: I don't know about that Fred.

FH: What do you mean?  What did you say at the opening of this match?
What kept Larry out of the PVW after Boiling Point again?

CL: Injuries.

FH: Say that again?

CL: Injuries.

FH: Louder Lester!

CL: Alright Fred ... We get the point!

[Manson retags in Grimsson who drops a big elbow and the cover is made
again.]




ONE ...




TWO ...




[KICK OUT POP!!!]




CL: Gionet fires a shoulder up!

FH: Don't worry there is a plan Lester.

[The Pit Monster lifts Gionet with little to no ease in a powerslam
position and rests him on his shoulder.  He turns and mocks Benedict.
The Ravager rushes through the ropes and fires off a kick right into
the gut of Grimsson and Gionet slides off behind him.  The Pit Monster
stunned turns and Gionet lifts him in one swoop into a reverse
tombstone position ...]


"___THUUUUUUUUUUUD___"


[FIIINNNIIISSHHHAAAA POP!!!]


CL: DARKNESS FALLS!

FH: NOOO!  DARKNESS FALLS ON US ALL.  This has to be the end of the
world as we know it.




ONE ...




TWO ...




THREE !!!




[HUGE FACE POP!!!]




CL: THE PVW WARRIOR AND THE RAVAGER DO IT!

FH: How can the injured old man and the twerp beat the Pit Monster and
the Misery Machine?  I mean this just isn't possible!

CL: Oh but it is Fred!

[The fans go wild as Gionet and Benedict raise their arms in victory.
Manson who already saw the end coming has already started to retreat
up the aisle way leaving the Pit Monster alone.  Benedict bends down
snarling as Grimsson rolls out holding the back of his head.]

CL: At Shattered Dreams both of these wars will be settled, but
tonight going into the biggest event of the year Larry Gionet and
Ronan Benedict have a small victory.

FH: Very small.

[The camera fades in to show the smiling visage of one Danny "Your
Hero" Daniels.  He's carrying the SUPREME title over his left
shoulder, and... a football in his right hand?  He gives a finger wave
to the camera.]

D"YH"D:  Greetings!  And Salutations!  I'm Danny "Your Hero" Daniels,
a man so nice they named me twice!  Now, I could talk about last week,
where myself and Der Kommissar successfully emerged victorious over
Marc Enery and the devious Sinestro!  Good was triumphant, despite
their dastardly tactics, and I hope Sinestro has learned that crime
doesn't pay!

But I'd like to talk about this week!  When I read the lineup, I was
THRILLED!  You see, even "Your Hero", Danny Daniels- a man so nice
they named me twice- even "Your Hero" has heroes of his own!  And this
is an opportunity to face one of them, inside the squared circle.  I
am honored for the chance, and I...

[Danny pauses as the camera picks up some noise down the hallway, and
his grin grows even wider.]

D"YH"D:  I hear him now!  One moment, please!

[Danny walks at a brisk pace down the hallway, where he manages to
intercept the course of Tom Landis, dressed in jeans and a t-shirt,
with a Dallas Cowboys baseball cap on his head.  Landis is surprised
to come face to face with his opponent for the evening.]

TL: Oh, hey Daniels.  Something I can help you with?

D"YH"D: Excuse me!  Mister Landry!  A moment of your time, sir!

TL: Sure, what do you nee- wait, did you say Landry?

D"YH"D:  Sir, I just want to say what an inspiration you've been.
Several men have won the Super Bowl, but few did it with as much class
and style as you have...

TL: Listen, Daniels, I think you-

D"YH"D: [interrupting] And to change careers at your age and become a
professional wrestler!  This is typiaclly a young man's game, but for
you to compete at your age is something to be proud of!

[Landis sighs and rubs his eyes.]

TL: What is it with this company and self deluded-

D"YH"D: [interrupting] And very few people could pull off the hat like
you could! [Landis glances upwards towards his ball cap as Danny holds
up the football] Mr. Landry, my twin brother Donnie Daniels is a huge
Dallas Cowboys fan.  I know we'll be competing this week, but could I
ask you to sign this football for him?  I know he'd be thrilled.

[Tom contemplates the situation, mulling over his options.  Does he:

a) try to explain the problem with Danny's logic, and risk this taking
a long time to unravel.
b) go with it, and maybe get it over with soon.

Well, it's a two hour show.  And the quickest way between two points
is a straight line.]

TL: Sure kid, give me the football.  And remember... If you are
prepared, you will be confident, and will do the job.

[Fade?]

CL: Umm ...

FH: Well that was nice of Tom Landis.  I didn't know he had it in him,
but that autograph is worthless.

CL: I don't know ... I know of one fan a Mr. Shill who would value it
like no other.

FH: Landis will finally get what's coming to him shortly.  Danny
Daniels will embarrass him just in time for Gibson Hayes to finish the
job.

CL: Next up we have the inring return of the man who has haunted and
assaulted the PVW for nearly two years now.

FH: I'm not sure what Jessica Marshall was thinking when she talked
SSN in re-enstating this mad man.

HD: This match falls under rebirth rules.

[Blood thirty POP!]

CL: For those of you who don't remember this is the special designed
match by Spectre.  There are no DQ's .. No Count outs ... No rules.
Basically anything goes.

FH: Would you expect anything else from that derranged mind?

HD: Wrestling out of New York City, New York.  Weighing in at two-
hundred and seventy five pounds.

THE SPECTRE !!!

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

Thump-thump

Thump-thump

Thump-thump

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

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

As the music picks up, the lights start flashing in time with the
beat, creating almost a stobe-effect as The Spectre makes his way
towards the ring, ignoring the fans lining the aisles.  As he reaches
the apron, the pale skinned grappler speeds up to a run and slides
smoothly under the bottom rope, standing and stalking towards the
ropes in front of the announce table.  Climbing to the second rope, he
stares coldly at the announce team for a moment before stepping down
and moving to his corner to await the start of the match.]

CL: Well becareful what you wish for.  The Spectre is back in the PVW
and he looks ready to cause some chaos.

FH: Possibly the greatest series of matches to go down in PVW with Rob
Cole changed the PVW forever.

[The crowd exploded, yet the warning was not enough for The Spectre.
Cox hopped the ring barricade and slid beneath the bottom rope only to
swiftly regain his footing. Finally, The Spectre caught the gist of
what was happening and spun around, too little too late! Cox cracked
him across the crown and face with the Singapore cane, flooring him in
one strike and then chasing him along the mat with wild downswings as
The Spectre regained from his surprise and began to roll to the
outside. The crowd roared as Cox stood in the center of the ring, his
chest heaving in rage, the Singapore cane held between two tapped
fists, he took a step back and held said cane aloft with a war cry,
much to the delight of the blood thirsty fans! The Spectre now on the
outside ... Most would be angry about the sneak attack, but Spectre
smiles as the red gashes on his forehead began to swell into a what
would certainly be a crimson mask.]


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                    09.09.09 Heatwave
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                       Rebirth Rules:
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                   Spectre v. Mike Cox
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


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

CL: Mike Cox is waisting NO TIME! NO TIME! Taking it to The Spectre
and the blood is already flowing!

FH: Cox knew that the only chance he would have tonight would be if he
got the jump on The Spectre! He knows he can't beat Spectre! He knows
The Spectre is the better man!

[The Spectre trys to climb back into the ring but quickly hops off the
apron as Mike whips the cane down towards him! The Spectre backs off
and grabs a chair at ringside flinging it into the ring towards Mike
who bats it away! Cox ducks out of the ring and starts to circle
towards Spectre who quickly slides into the ring! Cox follows him in
and gets stomped across the back of his head!]

FH: Sucker! The Spectre played Mike like Kentucky Fiddle! Mike
followed The Spectre in and got stomped!

CL: Emotions getting the best of Mike Cox here tonight!

[Cox trys to get up but a series of stomps from The Spectre keeps him
grounded! The Spectre kicks the cane away and drives a knee into
Mike's face! The Spectre turns Cox around and starts to choke him over
the middle rope]

FH: Brilliant game blame, choke Mike to death!

CL: I think it looks more like desperation early on in the match!

[The Spectre quickly turned the choke into a hammerlock.  Mike glanced
to either side, and then rose his arm to drive a few elbows into the
side of Spectre's face, causing him to weaken the grip some.   Taking
advantage of the opportunity, Mike then twisted Sean's arm back into a
hammerlock of his own.  The Spectre turned, stepping through the
hammerlock, and managed to reverse it into a top-wrist lock on
Mike, locking his arms into place as he held him there.]

CL: Nice reversal! This is something I didn't expect to see at all
tonight!

FH: What, actually wrestling?

CL: Exactly!

[Mike began to lower to his knees under the pressure for the top-wrist
lock, his knees buckling outwards as he crouched down.  Then in a
burst of speed, Mike was able to arch his back, using Spectre's knee
as a lever and break free of the hold. However, The Spectre attempting
to make up for a broken-hold went to drive a elbow down into the
arched Mike.  At the last moment, Mike rolled away from the elbow,
allowing The Spectre to only hit the mat.  Mike then came into
capitalize, leaping and kicking his legs forward as he came to come
down with a senton on Spectre.]

[HUGE CROWD SIGH]

FH: Bomb Away!

[Yet, all Mike hit was the ground as The Spectre rolled out of the way
at the last moment, and then turned quickly to attempt a standing
moonsault onto Mike.  But, again, all that was met was the floor as
Mike twisted quickly away from the assault by Spectre.  Mike, seeing
The Spectre down, ran to the ropes, rebounded, and came in for a snap
leg drop onto Spectre.  Again, The Spectre was able to move, but this
time he grabbed the leg of the incoming Mike, and twisted it around
into the halfcrab.]

CL: The Spectre showing a bit more speed over Mike Cox here tonight!

[Mike's head rose as he screamed in pain, and then pressed down onto
the mat to get the extra leverage to break the hold.  The Spectre went
tumbling forward through the ropes and landing hard on the floor!]

[HUGE FACE POP!]

FH: It looks like this match is gonna spill out to the floor, this
can't be good!

[Cox quickly climbs to the top turnbuckle and waits on The Spectre who
turns around slowly, Cox flys off the top with a Flying Body Press to
the floor! The referre way out of position as he slides to the floor
and counts!]

[THUNDEROUS FACE POP!!]


ONE....


[SHOULDER UP!]


CL: The ref was WAY out of position for that one!

FH: You think Chip!

[Cox pulls The Spectre up and slams him head first into the guardrail!
Blood splatters along the front row as The Spectre slumps to the floor
and Cox starts to stomp a hole through him! Cox drops down to his
knees and starts to unload on The Spectre driving his fist into the
cut across his forehad causing the blood to flow even faster!]

CL: Mike waisting no time tearing into Spectre! He's been waiting
weeks to do this and you better believe he's enjoying every minute of
it!

FH: What has gotten into Mike Cox?

[Cox pulls The Spectre back up to his feet and irish whips him into
the post but The Spectre reverses it sending Cox in head first! Cox
falls to the ground as The Spectre falls back to his knees and grabs a
chair folding it up! Cox gets to his feet slowly as The Spectre
smashes the chair across the back of his head!]

[MASSIVE HEEL POP!]

FH: Batter up! HOME RUN!

CL: The Spectre cracked that chair across the back of Cox's head! He's
not gonna be seeing straight for awhile!

[The Spectre grabs a camera wire and wraps it around Cox's throat
starting to choke him out! Pulling back on the cable until finally
releasing his grip and covering Cox for the pin!]




ONE....




TWO...




[SHOULDER UP!]



CL: It'll take more then that to keep Mike down!

[The Spectre rakes his nails across the small gash over Cox's eye
opening up the cut deeper! The Spectre drags Cox back up and slaps him
across the face with a cocky smirk and gets tattooed with a right from
Cox that sends The Spectre up and over the guardrail!!]

[HUGE FACE POP!]

CL: The Spectre just had every bit of cockiness knocked out of him
with that shot!

[Cox drags The Spectre back over the guardrail as he trys to clear his
head out and slams him face first into the apron before tossing him
into the ring! Cox slides into the ring as The Spectre staggers back
to his feet and falls back into the ropes! Mike grabbed Spectre's arm
suddenly, and with a tug, he sent him into the ropes.  The Spectre
bounced off and came back, attempting a clothesline which Mike
ducked under.  He then bounced of the ropes again and came back,
attempting another, but Mike again just ducked under it.  The Spectre
rebounded once more, and came charging for Mike.  However, this time
Mike was ready and he caught The Spectre with a belly-to-back suplex
which left The Spectre flat on his back.]

FH: A move like that ususally makes your chiropractor really happy and
really rich!

[Cox then made his way over, pulling The Spectre up by the hair, and
was met with a fist to the face for his trouble.  Mike, never willing
to back down from a fight, fired back with one of his own, sending
Spectre staggering.  The Spectre shook his head, and came in for
another punch, however, this one was blocked by Mike, who simply threw
another punch of his own to send The Spectre back again.  Again it
happened, and again Mike was ready sending The Spectre back. After a
few moments of that exchange, The Spectre stumbled about the ring, and
then fell flat on his face into the dead center, having taken several
punches to the face.  Cox made his way over and hooked up The Spectre
for the pinfall and then referee came running in to count the pin...]



ONE.......



TWO....



[The Spectre was suddenly revealed to have been playing possum, as he
hooked Mike's leg and brought him over into a pinning predicament of
his own. The ref quickly restarted the count, this time counting for
the pin on Mike.]



ONE....



TWO....



[Mike twisted, and brought the roll up pin to an upside-down position,
and placed Spectre's shoulders squarely to the mat, and the ref
dropped again, counting once more.]



ONE.........





TWO.....



[Spectre's feet shot outwards and he powered right out of the pin.
Both men continued to waist no time whatsoever, and using their
respective ropes rose to their feet.  The Spectre came in with a high
right kick, and Cox was easily able to duck under it.  As he did so,
he shot his foot out to attempt to sweep The Spectre down the mat.
However, The Spectre saw it coming and leapt over it.  Looking down to
Mike in anger, The Spectre began to fire punches off again, this time
Mike throwing them at the same time.]

CL: NEITHER MAN GIVING AN INCH!!!

FH: And both trying to take a mile!

[Each of their punches seemed to counter out the other, allowing for
not a single strike to hit home as they brawled.  The Spectre breaking
the monotony stepped in and drove his knee into the stomach of Mike
causing him to double over, then with a quick whip he sent him to the
corner, and then turning ran in and drove a dropkick right to Mike's
chest.  Leaving him just slumped there, The Spectre turned to bad
mouth to the fan's proud over his latest attack.]

CL: What is The Spectre doing!? When you're taking on someone like
Mike Cox there's NO TIME to talk trash to the fans!

[Cox shakes the cobwebs clear and kicks The Spectre in the back of the
head sending him up and over the top rope crashing to the floor! Cox
falls to the mat and rolls out of the ring as he blasts Spectre with
another shot to the face before grabbing him by the back of the head
and launching him over the railing and 3 rows into the crowd!]

[HUGE FACE POP!]

CL: This one spilling out to the crowd! The only thing I'm wondering
about is if the city can hold these two!

FH: Probably not!

[Cox climbs over the railing as The Spectre gets back to his feet and
starts to head back up the aisle as Cox quickly rushes up behind him
and nails him from behind with a forearm to the back of the head! The
Spectre gets knocked to his knees and Mike waists no time driving his
kick straight into The Spectre's ribs knocking him over onto his
back!]

CL: Cox kicking The Spectre like a dog!

[Cox pulls The Spectre up and drives him face first into one of the
chairs in the crowd and takes him over with a snap suplex on the
floor! Spectre grabs his lower back in pain as Mike covers him for the
pin!]



ONE.....



TWO...


[SHOULDER UP!]


[Crowd Sigh]

FH: The Spectre with too much stamina to be pinned this early in the
match!

[Cox pulls The Spectre back up and nails him with a right sending him
stumbling away and down a passage way of the open air venue leading
out towards all the dealer tables set up on the grass! Cox spins The
Spectre around and connects with a kick to the midsection! Cox drags
The Spectre towards on of the tables and wipes the merchandise off
with his arm before slamming The Spectre face into the wood!]

CL: This doesn't look good for Spectre! Mike's got a table and a
vendetta to finish!

[Cox hooks The Spectre up for a T-Bone Suplex but catches an elbow to
the side of the face followed by another from The Spectre causing him
to break it! Cox staggers away but quickly charges in at The Spectre
who ducks down and backdrops Cox through the table!]

[THUNDEROUS HEEL POP!]

FH: Heads up thinking by The Spectre!

CL: Mike crashed through that table! He looks hurt!

[The Spectre falls forward trying to wipe the blood from his eyes
before turning back over and hooking Mike's leg for the pin!]



ONE....



TWO.....



THR...[SHOULDER UP!!!]


[MONSTER FACE POP!]

[Cox gets his shoulder up as The Spectre grabs his head in shock
before coming Mike again!]




ONE....




TWO......



[SHOULDER UP!]


FH: 3rd time could be a charm?

[The Spectre turns over and starts to drive his fist into Cox's
forhead before pulling him back up to his feet and grabbing a Justin
Cruise T-shirt and wrapping it around his Mike's neck trying to choke
him out! The Spectre pulls Mike up with the shirt still wrapped around
his neck, he whips Mike around and lets go of the shirt sending Cox
through the merchandise display!]

[HUGE HEEL POP!]

FH: Cox just went flying through that display! He's burried under all
the wood and rubble!

CL: That had to taken alot out of him!

[Cox shrugs out of the shirt and trys to get back up to his feet as
The Spectre measures him and kicks him in the side of the head! The
Spectre pulls Cox back up and slips around behind him taking him over
in a german suplex and bridging for the pin!]

FH: Spectre's got him!!



ONE.....



TWO......


[The Spectre lets go as he grabs his eyes the blood too thick in them
for him to even concentrated! Mike holds the back of his neck as The
Spectre grabs one of the shirts and wipes his face off smearing the
blood!]

CL: TOUGH break for The Spectre! I couldn't think of a nicer guy for
that to happen too!

FH: I still smell beer, are you sure that's not you!?

CL: Yes!

[Mike grabs a piece of broken table, as The Spectre comes over to pull
Mike back up Cox breaks the remaining board across Spectre's forhead
and follows through landing on The Spectre for the pin!]

[MONSTER FACE POP!]



ONE.......



TWO.........



THREEEE...[SHOULDER UP!]



[HUGE CROWD SIGH!]

CL: Inches away from the win!

[Cox uses the board to choke Sean! The Spectre struggles to get free
but Cox continues to cut off his air supply! Cox throws the piece
aside and pulls The Spectre up and rushes towards the chain link fence
tossing The Spectre up and into it! The Spectre falls back to ground
as Cox pulls him back up and starts to rake his face back and forth
over the steel mesh! Mike props The Spectre up against the fence and
steps back only to explode forward with a Mafia Kick! The Spectre
moves his head out of the way as Cox's foot bursts through the chain
links and Cox falls to the ground!]

FH: Whoa! Mike just kicked that fence open! He's fallen out to the
parking lot area!

CL: This match could very well make it's way down to the Phoenix
desert!

[The Spectre gets up slowly the blood once again coating his face as
nails Cox with a right hand! Cox stumbles back as The Spectre grabs
the back of his head and whips him around into the front grill of a
car in the parking lot where the fight has spilled over to!]

FH: That's one way not to stop the bleeding!

[Cox holds his head as The Spectre starts to stomp down across his
chest and face before pulling Cox out away from the first row of cars!
Spectre slams Cox's face down into the dirt parking lot before ducking
away behind a few cars]

CL: Where's The Spectre going?!

FH: I don't know!

CL: Maybe he's going to leave now before Cox really injures him!

FH: I doubt it!

[Cox starts to rise slowly trying to clear the blood from his face
when out of no where a car comes speeding at him! Cox dives out of the
way his face running face first into the bumper of another car as the
speeding vehicle rams into another parked car!]

[THUNDEROUS POP!]

CL: WHAT THE HELL!?!

FH: WHOA!

CL: This is a wrestling match there's no reason to try and kill the
guy!

FH: Did you see how fast that car was coming! Cox better thank an
angel for pulling him out of the way of that one!

[Cox lays there holding his face trying to get back up as the front of
the speeding car starts to smoke, the air bag inside already gone off
as the door opens and The Spectre falls out to the floor ground and
crawls away from the car!]

CL: The impact of the cars had to have shaken The Spectre up!

[Cox grabs onto the trunk of the car and pulls himself up to his feet
slowly as The Spectre continues to crawl away, Cox lunges for the
shaken up The Spectre and nails him with a forearm across the back of
the head! The Spectre trys to get up as Cox pulls him back up and
throws him back to the ground. The Spectre rolling away a bit as Cox
staggers after him!]

FH: Mike looks to be trying to get this match back to the ringside
area!

CL: That may be the safest place for everyone! Including the fans!

[Cox grabs The Spectre by the back of the head and pulls him back to
his feet as he climbs up to the roof of the car he was thrown into
before! The Spectre trys to fight back but Cox nails him with a
forearm to the back of the head and hoists him up into a piledriver!
Cox holds it for a moment before piledriving Sean's head into the hood
of the car! The Spectre falls off to the ground as Mike drops a quick
elbow and lays across The Spectre!]

[HUGE MONSTER FACE POP!]



ONE.......



TWO......



THREEEEE....[SHOULDER UP!]


[SIGH!!!]

CL: The Spectre out the back door at the last second! Both of these
men have to be running on E here tonight!

[Mike holds his head as he gets back up to his feet and grabs The
Spectre by the back of the head pulling him alongside of him towards
the ring once again throwing in a stiff rabbit punches along the way!
Cox and The Spectre make their way back to the aisleway where Mike
whips The Spectre into the railing! Cox pulls The Spectre away and hip
tosses him down the aisleway to the ringside area as he heads to the
ring dropping to one knee and pulling out a small bag! Cox opens it up
on the floor and pouring out thousands of broken glass!]

FH: Oh My God! Cox is SICK!

CL: Cox recieved alot of training in Japan! This was common place
there for him!

[The Spectre starts to get up slowly as Cox nails him with a boot to
the midsection! Mike turns The Spectre around and hoists him into the
air for a powerbomb and sits down with it! The back of The Spectre and
the back of Mike's legs getting ripped open from the glass as the
referre backs the count!]

[THUNDEROUS POP!!!]



ONE.......



TWO......


THREEEEEEEEEEE...[SHOULDER UP!]


[HUGE CROWD SIGH!]

CL: How the hell did he just kick out!?!

[Cox shoves The Spectre away as he grimices in pain trying to brush
the glass away! Spectre's back is shreaded as blood just flows over
it! Spectre's hands get cut up as he starts to rise again, Cox
waisting no time as he rushes towards The Spectre with a clothesline!
The Spectre ducks out of the way as Cox's arm wraps around the
post!]

FH: Cox hit nothing but the ring post! That's going to defintly change
the pace of this match!

[Cox falls to his knees holding his arm as The Spectre turns him
around and leaps back pulling Mike with him for a sitdown face slam
right into the glass! Cox screams out in pain as The Spectre rolls him
over onto his back both men getting cut up even worse in the process
as The Spectre covers him for the pin!]

CL: JESUS!



ONE.......



TWO......



THREEEEEEEE....[SHOULDER UP!]


CL: HOW! HOW ARE THEY DOING IT!

[The Spectre can't believe it as he pulls himself up using the ring
apron and stomps down onto Mike! The Spectre pulls Cox back to his
feet and nails him with a right before rolling him onto the
announcer's table!]

FH: Oh no! They can't be...

[The Spectre crawls back into the ring as he trys to catch his breath!
The Spectre slowly and painfully climbs to the top turnbuckle looking
down at the prone Cox before diving off with a Big Splash through the
table!]

[GODDAMN MASSIVE POP!!]

CL: BOTH MEN ARE DEAD!

[Both men lay their in the wreckage too injured to make the cover as
The referre checks on both men neither willing to give up now! Spectre
finally gets an arm over across the chest of Cox!]



ONE.......










TWO....









THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE...[SHOULDER UP!]







[Deafning Face Pop!!!]

CL: How did he do it! How is Cox kicking out!

FH: He's STUPID!

[Spectre's arm falls off of Cox as he gets his shoulder up! The
Spectre grabs onto Chip Lester and pulls himself up slowly only to
fall backdown! Mike Cox slowly trys to crawl towards the ring glass
falling off both men as they move! Mike grabs the ring apron and pulls
himself up into the ring as The Spectre still lays outside of the ring
catching his breath]

[Crowd roars!]

CL: Neither man is in condition to continue, this is one fall to the
finish!

[The crowd continues to grow in anticiplation as both men take a long
time to get back up each man catching his breath, The Spectre pulls
himself up using the apron and rolling into the ring as Cox gets to
his knees and punches down into the back of Spectre's head! Cox with a
surge of energy pops back up to his feet and takes The Spectre over
with a head and arm suplex! The Spectre hits the mat hard as Cox
quickly covers him for the pin!]

CL: AMAZING BURST OF ENERGY!



ONE.......



TWO......



TH..[SHOULDER UP!]


[HUGE HEEL POP!]

[Cox holds his head as The Spectre throws his shoulder up! Cox pulls
The Spectre back up to his feet before slamming him back down to the
mat! Cox grabs a chair from ringside and sets it up in the middle of
the ring as he turns back around to The Spectre blood dripping from
every open gash! Cox pulls The Spectre back up slowly as The Spectre
quickly catches Mike with a low blow!]

[MASSIVE HEEL POP!]

FH: HAHAHAHA The Spectre still thinking!! He stopped Mike Cox dead in
his tracks!

[Mike doubles over over as The Spectre gets behind him and locks on a
full nelson, the crowd errupts as The Spectre explodes backwards with
a dragon suplex onto the open chair! The chair caves in where the back
of Cox's head slammed into it! The corner of the chair also catching
Spectre's head which caused him to let go of the suplex after impact!]

[SHOCKED CROWD POP!]

FH: Man! This is THE hardest hitting match I've EVER Witnessed!

[Mike and The Spectre lay in the middle of the ring neither man moving
after the last move as the referre checks on both men. The Spectre
gets to his feet slowy as Mike is still laid out, The Spectre reaching
down and grabbing both of Mike's legs struggling and turning over into
Boston Crab!]

[HUGE HEEL POP!]

FH: THAT'S IT!!! COX'S GONNA TAP!!!

CL: Cox holding on! Fighting it!

[The referre checks on Cox who shakes his head no when asked if he
gives up! The Spectre continues to hold on before letting go and
falling forward trying to clear the blood from his face! The ref
checks on both men as Cox crawls towards the ropes trying to pull
himself back up as The Spectre staggers back to his feet!]

CL: What a lousy break for Sean! He didn't have the strength to hold
onto it! I couldn't think of a nicer guy!

[The Spectre moves towards Cox and takes a solid right to the jaw that
sends The Spectre back down to the mat! The Spectre gets up slowly and
gets nailed with a mafia kick to the face from Cox! The Spectre rolls
out of the ring and lands on floor as Cox drops down to one knee in
the ring getting back up slowly! The Spectre begins looking around for
a new toy.  A wicked blood lust smile sits across the demon's face.]

CL: What is he going to do now?

FH: You can bet he wants to make Mike Cox cry... He wants to make this
kid scream for his mommy.

[Cox wasting no time slides out of the ring and grabs Spectre by his
dreadlocks and tosses him back into the ring! Mike waists no time as
he pulls The Spectre up to his feet and takes him over with a Northern
Lights Suplex!!]

[MONSTER FACE POP!!!]




ONE.....







TWO.....





THRREEE..[SHOULDER UP!]


[HUGE SIGH!]

FH: Cox almost had him!

CL: No one can short The Spectre! He's shown that he can go toe to toe
with one of the best wrestlers in not only the PVW but the world!

[Mike slaps the mat in fustration as he lets out a war cry pulling The
Spectre back up to his feet and tosses him into the corner! Mike
hoists The Spectre up and sets him in the top turnbuckle with his back
to the ring and climbs up behind him! Cox wraps his arms around
Spectre's chest and springs back off the top with the Purge Straight
Jacket Superplex! The back of Spectre's head and neck bounce off the
mat as Mike lays there in a heap his final bust taking alot out of
him!]

[OMG MONSTER FACE POP!!!!]

CL: Spectre is in some massive trouble!

[Mike crawls over to The Spectre and does all he can to push him over
onto his back and drape an arm across his chest for the pin!]





ONE.......






TWO.....





THREEEEEEE...[SHOULDER UP!]





[GASP OF SHOCK FROM THE CROWD!!]

FH: This doesn't make sense! Anyone else would have been dead by now!

CL: This is about as vicious as we have seen Mike Cox.  Has Spectre
gotten into the kid's head?

FH: How does one go from Joshua Curtis to Spectre?  That's like the
extreme of both sides!

CL: Well let's be honest if anyone is about as unlike Spectre in this
whole universe it's Joshua Curtis.

FH: Hey don't talk about the Ice Princess like that.

[The Spectre gets his shoulder off the mat at the last second as Mike
starts to drag him back up to his feet slowly and nails him with a
right to the blood soaked face of Spectre! Cox keeps ahold of The
Spectre's hair and starts to lift him up for the Rook DDT but The
Spectre starts to bite Cox's forhead causing him to release the
hold! The Spectre hoists Mike up and turns around dropping him throat
first over the top rope with a Hot Shot! Cox grabs his throat as he
falls back into the clutches of Spectre and out of nowhere Spectre
hits Destiny's Denial on Mike Cox!]

FH: DESTINY'S DENIAL ... IT'S OVER !!!

[MONSTER HEEL POP!]

CL: SPECTRE HAS HIM!






ONE........








TWO....







THREEE...[COX HAS GRABBED THE BOTTOM ROPE!]







FH: COX TOOK THE EASY WAY OUT!

[Spectre starts slapping the mat in frustration. The Spectre falls
back into the ropes and lunges forward with an elbow drop! The Spectre
grabs Mike by the hair and pulls him back up to the his feet and wraps
his arms around Mike's waist lifting him up half way and dropping down
with a sit down powerbomb!]

[HUGE HEEL POP!]

CL: The Spectre pulling out all the stops!





ONE.....






TWO.....





[HUGE MONSTER OMG HE RULES FACE POP!]


CL: WHAT WILL IT TAKE FOR THIS MATCH TO FINISH!!!

[The Spectre pulls Mike up and whips him into the ropes!  The Spectre
ducks down as Mike rebounds but gets caught with a clothesline! The
Spectre hits the mat hard as Mike drops to one knee before getting up
again!]

CL: These 2 have battled back and forth for 45 minuets now and have a
ring covered in blood to show for it!

[Mike looks down at The Spectre and stumbles back, the canvas red with
their blood! Cox motions for the end of the match as he pulls The
Spectre back up to his feet and spins him around kicking him in the
gut and planting The Spectre with The Whatcha-meh-call-it! Cox covers
The Spectre for the pin as the crowd shakes Phoenix with their
cheers!]

CL: WHATCHA-MEH-CALL-IT!!! IT'S OVER!!!

FH: Holy crap!  Nobody has taken it to Spectre in his _own_ match.
This has to be some kind of joke!





ONE.....






TWO.....






THR...[SHOULDER UP!]






[MASSSIVE SICKNING HEEL POP!]





CL: OH-MY-GOD SPECTRE SOMEHOW RAISED HIS SHOULDER.

[Mike Cox is sitting on the mat holding his hands on his head in
disbelief. Cox is back on his feet and is telling the crowd one more
time. Spectre is starting to roll around on the mat as the Phoenix
fans are starting the get behind Mike.]

CL: If Cox hits a second Whatcha-meh-call-it this match will be over.

[Spectre is now on hits feet and Cox connect with a boot to the
midsection and signals for Whatcha-meh-call-it but Spectre falls down
to his knees from exhaustion. Cox goes to pick him back up but out of
nowhere Spectre delivers a low blow to Cox. Mike doubles over in pain
and Spectre grabs him and out of nowhere hits THE REBIRTH...]

FH: SPECTRE WAS PLAYING POSSUM...

[GODDAMN HEEL POP!]

CL: I don't know if I would call it possum.  I think he was trying to
prove a point to this kid.

FH: Consider the message delivered.  _NOBODY_ kicks out of the
rebirth.

CL: Except Rob Cole.

FH: That's why he is our World Champion Lester.





ONE........









TWO........








THREE!!!!!!!!!!!






*DING DING DING*



CL: What an effort by Mike Cox.  There was many oppertunities in this
war I thought he was going to pull it out.

FH: You can't beat Spectre in his own back yard Lester.

CL: I guess we will find out if Johnny Detson can.

FH: I hope Detson had a front seat.  Spectre came out and toyed with
Mike Cox.

CL: Say that again Fred?

FH: Spectre toyed with Mike Cox --- WAIT!

CL: Oh man I have to get a copy of the tape after tonight.

FH: I kill you now.

CL: WHAT AN EFFORT BY MIKE COX!!!

FH: Now you are just mocking me.

CL: Now we're sending it back to "Swingin'" Dean Hayes is standing by.
Dean?

[Cut to the back where Hayes stands, microphone at the ready.  It's a
tight shot, and all we see is Dean, some cinderblocks, and a harsh
shadow.]

Hayes: Thanks, Chip.  I have with me one half of Livestock and the
Gutch, Livestock Zappa.

[The camera view widens, showing the big prettyboy known as Livestock
to already be standing next to Dean.  'Stock wears his faux suit shirt
again along with the pads, tights and boots ensemble that he now
sports in the ring and he carries a brown leather briefcase.]

Livestock: Yup, that's me.

Hayes: Livestock, last week, you and your partner teamed up with Alex
Martinez to face off against the Masked Outlaw, Justin Cruise and Will
Geddings.  You were the one who picked up the win for your team,
pinning Geddings.

Livestock: Very true.

Hayes: But throughout the match, your partner, Alex Martinez, showed
disdain for both you and the Gutch.  What do you make of that?

Livestock: What?  The "Global Superstar" doesn't seem to like us?  Oh
noes~!  I'm so devastated, really.  Look, the only thing binding us to
Team Marshall is a few sheets of papers.  This little "stable" is
really just a corporate effort to control the upper echelons of the
company.  Zeke got SSN to back us from the outset of their
involvement, and Martinez was brought in after the fact when we
couldn't keep a singles wrestler in the running for the top title.
The fact is that I don't like Martinez either.  I'm a pretty easy
going guy, honestly, but he's worse than competitive, y'know?  Like
you said "disdain".  He wanted to crush Geddings himself?  Too bad!
I'd put the Hangman's Gambit up against the Firebomb any day.  Not
only did the guy get a concussion, he got his throat crushed.  Does
the Firebomb go higher?  Yeah, but it doesn't hurt as much. He
_should_ just be happy the job got done, dammit. Now Gutch ... that
dumbass, God love him, still has a freakin' man-crush on Martinez.
The way I see it, Alex thinks he's the biggest man around, but I'm
not that much smaller, and Gutch is bigger.  He's among peers whether
he wants to admit it or not.

Hayes: I see.  So would you welcome a match against Martinez?  To sort
out the pecking order of the Powers That Be?

Livestock: Uh, well, wow.  Heh, didn't see that one coming.  Y'know
what?  As the biggest member of the team, I think that Gutch would be
best suited for that one.

[Dean nods, knowingly, and looks through a short stack of index cards
he holds in his off hand.]

Hayes: Tonight, you have a match against several of the men that will
join you in Unholy War at Shattered Dreams.  What do you think your
chances are in that one?

Livestock: I won't lie to you, Dean, I'd rather it be a tag match.  On
the upside, I'll have a chance to knock one half of Urban Legend down
a peg.  Semi, you're a big guy, and we share a lot of traits.  We're
both good-sized guys with a lot of agility, but I am, by far, more
agile.  Power-wise, I don't think I stand a chance, but my biggest
strength isn't in my muscles, it's in my brain. You can't out-maneuver
me, Semi, nor can you out-think me.  This will be your downfall.

Hayes: What of Unholy War?  What are Livestock and the Gutch's chances
in that match up?  16 men enter but only 2 can emerge as champion.

Livestock: "Unholy War", really?  Like, we're all a bunch of demons in
the ring or something.  Every team on the active roster gets a shot at
Urban Legend and the tag titles.  I'll tell you one thing; it doesn't
make a man feel special. It is, however, a place where opportunists
can pick their spots.  One thing you'll notice, looking back at our
past performances, Dean, is that we're not just big bullies throwing
our weight around.  Gutch and I are the kind of men that snatch
victory like a pebble from the Sifu's hand.

Hayes: Sifu?

Livestock: Kung-fu teacher's hand.  C'mon, try to keep up, man.  The
prime example is last week with Geddings.  Now, I would have much
rather taken out Justin Cruise if for no other reason than he's the #1
contender for the world title, but I took what I could get.  That's
exactly what's going to happen at Unholy War.  Pick, choose, fake them
out, make them look stupid for not paying attention to us, so on
and so forth.  We are _the_ PVW originals, Dean.  We opened this
league along with very few guys still remaining here, and we've never
gotten the respect we deserve.  Never had that brass ring, but we've
always come close, haven't we?  At Shattered Dreams, that all changes.

Hayes: Strong words there.  Guys, back to you.

[Cut back to ringside.]

FH: Livestock is motivated Lester!

CL: He sure does sound like it.

FH: I'm picking him tonight for sure.

CL: Well I wouldn't count out ---

FH: Count out who!?!  What's Semi going to do?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



"HEEELLLLLLLLLLLRAIIIIIIIISERRRRRRRRRRRRR"



TOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM LAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNDIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISSSSSSS!



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

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

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

CL: Tom Landis has been on a roll here in the PVW.  He has stood tall
and up against the loudest voice in the PVW Gibson Hayes.

FH: The loudest and most powerful.

CL: Tonight he faces another loud voice.

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

CL: Speaking of ...

HD: His opponent ... From San Francisco, California.  Weighing in at
two hundred and sixty five pounds.

"YOUR HERO" DANNY DANIELS !!!


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

FH: Daniels is going to mop the floor with Tom Landis.  First the
Supreme Champion of the universe will embarrass Tom Landis.  Then at
Shattered Dreams the Champion of all of America will.  It sucks to be
Tom Landis.

CL: We will see about that.  Tom Landis held his own against Todd
Johnstone and his shenanigans.

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

FH: Danny Daniels all of our hero will prevail here tonight.

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

FH: Danny Daniels insisting that the referee check Landis' boots for
foreign objects, wanting to keep this match on the up and up tonight
so that there are no stains to the record of the Supreme Champion!

CL: Give me a break, Fred!  Landis obliging the referee.

[The crowd boos loudly as Daniels takes the distraction opportunity to
rush in and NAIL Tom Landis with a vicious clothesline as the man
stands on one foot!]

FH: Immediate aggression. smart move from Daniels!

CL: The self-proclaimed Supreme Champion lays the stomp on Tom Landis,
driving those boots across the chest every time the Hellraiser tries
to roll off his back!  Again and again, and now Daniels pulls the
smaller man to his feet and whips him to the ropes!

[Daniels catches Landis on the rebound and flips him up and over with
a HARD powerslam, followed by an immediate cover!]



ONE !!!




TWO !!!




... HARD KICKOUT!!!!

FH: I'm with Daniels here, the referee was way out position and took
too long in making the count!

CL: Whether you agree with his whining or not, doesn't change the fact
that Daniels isn't capitalizing on his lead right now.

[Daniels rises to his feet, shaking his head in disgust as Landis
struggles toward the corner. The Supreme champion spreads his arms,
looking for approval but getting nothing but jeers and boos from the
audience!]

FH: And Daniels not happy with the reaction here tonight!  He moves
into the corner and takes it out on Landis with several stomps to the
chest, yanking the youngster to his feet and almost TAKING off his
head with an underhook! Another!

CL: Daniels looking for the Irish whip, but Landis with the reversal!

[face pop!]

FH: No way! I can't believe Landis yanked his hair!

CL: I can't believe the two of you are making that claim, and Tom
Landis unable to capitalize because of Daniels complaints to the
referee!

FH: Daniels has a legitimate complaint!  This is Zero Tolerance, as
you seem so ready to point out to me time and time again. ad nauseam.

CL: Both men circling now, and there's the lock up. Landis with an
armlock, but Daniels rolls through and reverses with one of his own!
Into a wristlock and Landis starting to power out of it.

[Daniels suddenly drops down and releases the hold, clutching the back
of his head, "He yanked my hair!"  The referee warns Landis, who
denies doing it and looks frustrated with Daniels as the Supreme
Champion puts some space between them.]

FH: Danny Daniels getting sick of Tom Landis' refusal to obey ZTP.
it's kind of sad to see a youngster looking for a shortcut against a
champion of Daniels' reputation!

CL: Wh. Wh. you have GOT to be kidding me?

[Daniels asks for the test of strength, lifting his arm and motioning
Landis forward. the smaller man is a little wary but reaches up, only
to get a kick to the gut!]

CL: Gutwrench Suplex, and Daniels floats over for another cover. again
not hooking the leg as he gets a one.




TWO !!!




... KICKOUT!!!



FH: What the heck?!?!!  Another slow count?!?!!!

CL: Daniels a little frustrated, and he decides to take the offense to
the turnbuckles. he measures up Landis for the diving head butt!!!!


[HUGE POP!!!!!]


CL: Landis rolls out of the way and Daniels eats mat!

[Landis gets to his feet and the crowd roars in response. he clenches
his fists, his eyes open in a blazing fury as he circles the rising
Danny Daniels.  After taking the "supreme Champions' measure, Landis
moves in and delivers a huge right!]

FH: Oh, come on!  Get in there and make him open his fists ref!

CL: Daniels staggered to the ropes. and Landis whips him to the ground
with an arm drag!  Both men up, and Landis with a second arm drag!
Both men up again. and Landis with a wrist clutch, ducks under. grabs
the other arm and jumps. MONKEY FLIP!!!!!

[The crowd roars as Daniels is sent flying!!! He lands hard on the mat
and immediately rolls into the corner, putting his hands up and asking
for a 'times out' from the referee! He doesn't get it as Landis comes
in and WHIPS his head back against the turnbuckles with a running knee
to the face!]

FH: Don't you worry, Chip. Our Hero isn't going to let any of this
keep him down!

CL: 'Our Hero'???   Well, Tom Landis is soaking in the response from
this crowd, yanking the Supreme Champion out of that corner as he
hooks the front chancery for the Chicago Thunderbomb!!!!

[The crowd roars, but Daniels manages to float up and over at the last
minute. diving through the ropes as he slips to the outside, shaking
his head! "No! I'm a champion! I'm better than this match!"  He starts
to walk around the ring, throwing his hands up and shaking his head as
Landis watches from within.]

CL: Well well well, barely four minutes into the match and Your Hero
is tucking tail and running away, Fred!

FH: He's too good for Landis. he doesn't want to embarrass the
youngster!



ONE !!!






TWO !!!





[Referee starts to count as Danny Daniels grabs his belt, and starts
to make it back up the aisle.  Tom Landis stands in the ring for a
moment, hands on his hips before we see him shake his head in a rage
and suddenly rush out and slide out of the ring!]

FH: I don't believe it!  Tom Landis is breaking ZTP by chasing his
opponent beyond the barrier!

CL: And he NAILS Daniels from behind with a forearm! The Supreme
Champion staggers and turns into a right hand!  Another! And another!!



THREE !!!





FOUR !!!



[The referee continues to count as both men begin to trade blows, the
Supreme Title tossed aside as Daniels is driven back against the steel
railing!  Tom Landis hooks him behind the neck and rushes him across
the aisle, sending Daniels up and over into the sea of fans!]

FH: This is going to end up with Landis gone from the company. not
just for a day, but forever!!!

CL: Landis leaping up and springing off the guardrail with a plancha
to Danny Daniels!!!!





FIVE !!!





SIX !!!



[Daniels is crushed beneath the weight of his opponent, but manages to
crawl up as Landis rises. in an act of desperation, Daniels sees
Landis coming from the corner of his eyes and catches him with a drop
toe hold, HIS FACE SMASHING AGAINST ONE OF THE CHAIRS!!!!]

CL: GOOD LORD!!!! That may have broken Landis' nose right there!

FH: And he deserves it!!!!  I hope Sinister is watching this really
close.  It could be him at Shattered Dreams.



SEVEN !!!





EIGHT !!!





[Daniels gets to his feet, and a look of anger crosses his face as he
turns and pulls Landis up from the chair. "You want to embarrass me in
front of my fans?!?!!"  He drives a fist across the bloody nose of Tom
Landis. again.. And again.. ]



NINE!!!!











TEN!!!!!





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



CL: This match is getting tossed out from a double count out, but here
comes security to break up the two men. Landis is bleeding, and Danny
Daniels is frothing at the mouth!  I don't think the Supreme Champion
has ever been so directly challenged since coming to the PVW and Tom
Landis is just plain sick of men who avoid fighting him!

FH: Tom Landis just took advantage of Danny Daniels who decided enough
was enough.  What a coward!

CL: I am shocked you are pointing the finger at Landis here.  I just
got word that at Shattered Dreams two matches have been added.  Scott
Nielsen and Mike Cox will be going one on one.

FH: Who called that one?

CL: And ... as it stands now Dr. X will take on the returning Caleb
Foley.

FH: I'd have rather watched Foley versus the hot dog stand again.

CL: Two more big matches added to an already epic two night event.
However let's not get ahead of ourselves just yet.  The Voice is
entering the ring.

[The Offspring's "Hammerhead" starts to play. Harley Quinn O'Connor
emerges from the backstage area, with his face painted like a clown's,
with black face paint over white foundation, and dressed in a pair of
black tights, with an image of a grinning clown's face, in red on a
white base, airbrushed on the outside of the left thigh; a pair of
black knee pads and a pair of black boots. "El Savaje" Joseph Rizal
Estrada emerges behind him dressed in a pair of jeans and a black tank
top.]

# I AM THE ONE #
# CAMOUFLAGE AND GUNS #
# RISK MY LIFE #
# TO KEEP MY PEOPLE FROM HARM #

HD: Hailing from Las Vegas, Nevada, accompanied by "EL SAVAJE" JOSEPH
RIZAL ESTRADA and weighing in at 245 pounds, he is one-half of JOKERS
WILD, HARLEY . . . QUINN . . . O'CONNOR!!!

# AUTHORITY #
# VESTED IN ME #
# I SACRIFICE #
# WITH MY BROTHERS IN ARMS #

[O'Connor raises his arms, circling his fist in the air as he makes
his way to the ring. Along the way, he high-fives and slaps hands with
the fans on either side of the aisle. As he nears the ringside area,
O'Connor takes a running start and slides under the bottom rope, into
the ring. He pops quickly back up and raises both his arms in the air.
As the music starts to fade, O'Connor paces about near his corner,
awaiting the start of the match.]

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

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

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

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

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

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

#Breaking the law, breaking the law!#

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

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

#Breaking the law, breaking the law!#

#Breaking the law, breaking the law!#

[Still walking.]

#Breaking the law, breaking the law!#

HD: He weighs in tonight at a weight of 275 pounds, here is ...

!!! LIVESTOCK !!!

[Aaand they reach the ring.  Saints be praised.]

[The houselights go down to be replaced by purple spotlights. Smoke
fills the arena and the broad, slow, deep, gloomy notes of Chopin's
"Death March" suck the joy out of the arena. The curtains part and out
sweeps the Angel of Death, Shadoe Rage. In sharp contrast to the
dirge, Rage is animated. He wears his sparkling sequined cloak. He
throws out his arms, flourishing to the dirge's heavy beat. Shadoe
Rage comes to the ring.]

HD: He weighs in tonight at 248 pounds, here is ...

!!! SHADOE RAGE !!!

[He pulls of his sunglasses and hands them to a child at ringside. His
eyes burn with an almost inhuman fever. From the floor he springs up
the ring steps and leaps over the top rope. He spins and flourishes in
the ring to the time of the music before he whips off the cape. He
leans over the ropes, pointing at the child he gave his glasses. "The
violence tonight is all because of you!" he screams.]


['The Terror' by Shaolin Punk begins to play over the arena sound
system. A slightly red-tinged light provides ambiance to the
entranceway as a lone figures step out, causing a large pop to ripple
through the crowd. The man immediately makes his way to the ring,
pausing occasionally to slap hands with the fans.]

[The towering Semi wears makes long, easy steps towards the ring,
wearing clean black jeans, a matching black tank covered by a tabard-
cut PVW shirt.  His face is devoid of the usual grin, though he
manages a wry smirk at one well-merchandised child along the aisle.]

HD: And introducing one half of the PVW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS! He weighs
in at 345 pounds, here is ...

!!! SEMI !!!

[The referee begins to converse with Herk Douglas.]

HD: Ladies and gentlemen I have just been informed that everyone one
not in this match must go to the backstage area!

FH: What that is crap!

CL: That's Zero Tolerance Fred.

FH: That's a referee abusing his power! Craven has a manager's
license!

CL: And he usually causes more problems than he is worth when he is
out there! The referee is one man how can you expect him to control
nine or ten other individuals!

FH: It's what's he paid to do!

CL: Either way Fred, Zero Tolerance allows the referee to make it a
level playing field!

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  Livestock v. Shadoe Rage v. Harley Quinn O'Connor v. Semi
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*DING!* *DING!* *DING!*


CL: Tonight is the final preview we will have for Unholy War at
Shattered Dreams!

FH: And it's every man for himself!

CL: All four of these teams have battled one another on various
occasions so there isn't too much surprise as to what each of the
brings to the table ...

[Shadoe rushes forward driving his knee into the midsection of Semi
doubling the Tag Team Champion over.]

FH: It's just about who can surprise who first now Lester!

[O'Connor rushes forward as Semi doubles over and chop blocks his
right knee out from under him. The near four hundred pounder hits the
mat in a heap and as he does so Livestock drops a knee into the back
of his head. Suddenly all three men begin to stomp on the back of
Semi.]

FH: Like a pack of hungry wolves these three men are tearing into
Semi! With Shattered Dreams just a few weeks away these men are
showing their desire to win the Tag Team Championship, Lester!

CL: Shadoe Rage and his brother are former champs and both Joker's
Wild and Livestock and The Gutch would love to walk out of Shattered
Dreams as the new champions! And right now I'm not sure Semi is even
going to make it there in one piece!

[O'Connor drives his boot hard into the ribs of Semi, who has slowly
been able to push himself to his knees, even with three different men
stomping on him. Shadoe Rage takes two steps forward and attempts to
punt the skull of Semi, but Semi gets his hand up and grabs a hold of
Rage's leg.]

CL: Semi trying to get to his feet as he holds Rage's leg!

FH: The man can take a beating like few others in the PVW, but I guess
when you're nearly four hundred pounds a few extra layers of fat
provide a nice layer of cushioning!

CL: Semi swings his free wildly creating some space from O'Connor and
Livestock and he pulls Rage closer by the leg ... Short Arm
Clothesline! Rage was the first man to take a shot at Semi and he's
the first one to feel his wrath! Semi turns around and is met by a
Dropkick from O'Connor!

FH: And he barely moves at all from the impact of it. Really how can
you think a Dropkick will affect a four hundred pound man!

CL: You realize Semi is on the lower end of the three hundred pound
scale Fred ...

FH: Once you're over three pounds Lester, you're nearly a four hundred
pound individual!

[Livestock uses the momentary distraction to rush to the far side
ropes, he rebounds off and grabs the back of Semi's head taking him to
the mat with Modified Bulldog.]

CL: Semi brought to the once again and Livestock is getting to his
feet and is caught with a Running Clothesline from O'Connor.

[O'Connor stays on the offensive as he pulls Livestock to his feet.]

FH: Jawbreaker! O'Connor using the top of his own skull to rearrange
the jaw of the Adonis that is known as Livestock.

[Livestock grabs his jaw as he is on the mat and a wild look comes
across his eyes. Livestock leaps to his feet like a madman and rushes
forward catching O'Connor in the midsection; taking him down with a
shoulder tackle. Livestock begins to throw rights and lefts into the
side of O'Connor's head, as both Rage and Semi are back to their
feet.]

CL: Rage is charging towards Semi .. and he's caught! Semi takes him
over with a vicious Powerslam!



ONE ...



TWO ...



FH: And Shadoe kicks out! These two men have battled in wars recently
and it looks like one will be starting here once again!

[Semi grabs Rage by the hair pulling him to his feet and just clubs
him across the back with his massive forearm.  Semi locks on a Front
Chancery and powers Rage over with authority with a Snap Suplex. He
once again stands to his feet and pulls Rage up and whips him hard
into the corner. Semi rushes forward ...]


!!!SSSMMMAAACCCKKK!!!


CL: Rage gets his boot up and just drills Semi in the jaw!

[Rage hops to the second rope as Semi once again turns around to face
him ..]

CL: Rage leaps off of the second rope ... Sunset Flip!


!!!SSSMMMAAACCCKKK!!!


FH: And Livestock catches the side of Rage's head with a Side Kick!

CL: Livestock going for the cover on Semi!



ONE ...



FH: And only a one count as O'Connor drives his knee into the back of
Livestock's skull.

CL: O'Connor grabs Livestock and whips him hard into the far side
ropes ...

[As Livestock rebounds O'Connor catches him and quickly snaps his hips
out from under himself.]

CL: Powerslam! Livestock looks like a permanent part of the mat after
that powerslam.

FH: And yet Semi is quick to grab O'Connor pulling him to his feet
....

CL: Belly to Belly Suplex!

FH: Now who is a part of the ring Lester?

[Rage is back up and he catches Semi from behind with a chop block.]

FH: Semi back down to one knee ... and Shadoe drives his left into the
side of Semi's head ... another left and a third left!

CL: Semi being rocked a bit by those lefts but he blocks that left
attempt and he blocks the right! Semi is back to two feet and he
catches Rage with a right and a left. Now it's Rage's head that is
being used as a punching bag! Another series of rights and lefts and
Rage is backed into the corner. Rage is looking like Rocky here
as he gets his head smashed in!

[Semi grabs the head of Shadoe Rage and turns him around and beings to
slam his head into the top turnbuckle. The crowd erupts as Rage's
skull is bounced off of the top rope like a pinball! Semi grabs the
right arm of Rage and whips him across the ring and rushes forward
...]

CL: Rage crushed in the corner with a Clothesline by the tag team
champion!

FH: Semi is like a house of fire right now but Livestock and O'Connor
are both to their feet and they look at one another and rush towards
Semi! Double Belly to Back Suplex! The two men take Semi up and over!

CL: They saved Rage from a continued beating in the corner ...

FH: Please Lester, the only thing on their mind is inflicting as much
punishment on Semi as humanly possible ...

[As Fred finishes his sentence Livestock catches O'Connor with a stiff
Elbow to the side of his head.]

FH: So Livestock wants to make sure all his opponents are weakened
going into Shattered Dreams! It's a sound strategy!

CL: But O'Connor is fighting back and he drills Livestock with a shot
to the head of his own and he catches Livestock with a second one and
a third! Livestock is backed into the ropes and O'Connor whips him
across the ring towards Rage who has moved out of the corner ...

FH: SPEAR! Livestock just speared Rage and both men tumble through the
ropes to the floor!

CL: Listen to the crowd! They are loving the action of the PVW tag
team division!

FH: As well they should Lester! PVW is the home to the best tag team
division in wrestling today!

[Semi is back to his feet and he surprises O'Connor with a Running
Boot that nearly takes one half of Joker's Wild out of the ring. Semi
though pulls him back to his feet and O'Conner quickly rolls Semi up
...]



ONE ...



TWO ...



CL: And a strong kick out by Semi!

FH: Sound wrestling by O'Connor as he tried to sneak a win away from
Semi. Now if he pulled the tights ...

CL: Fred, are you encouraging cheating?

FH: ... Not really.

[Both men roll to their feet as on the outside Rage and Livestock are
trading rights and lefts. Livestock staggers Rage with a knee to the
gut doubling him over. Livestock with a Front Chancery but Rage blocks
the Suplex attempt and pushes Livestock off of him. He swings wildly
but Livestock ducks and clinches on a waist lock. Yet, Rage drives the
point of his elbow into the skull of Livestock twice creating
separation.]

FH: Semi and O'Connor are back to their feet and Semi misses a wild
haymaker ....

CL: And O'Connor takes him down with a Drop Toe Hold!

FH: O'Connor to his feet ...

CL: As Livestock and Shadoe continue to exchange rights and lefts on
the floor ...


!!!CCCRRRAAASSSHHH!!!


FH: Shadoe whips Livestock into the steel barrier around the ring and
there goes Shadoe ...

CL: Running Clothesline! Livestock had no where to go as that barrier
does not bend! In the ring O'Connor pulls Semi to his feet and ...

FH: THE LAST LAUGH!

CL: Semi driven face first into the mat with the Forward Russian Leg
Sweep.

FH: Semi has looked a step off this entire match and if Urban Legend
shows up at Shattered Dreams looking like he has tonight, the tag team
championship will go onto the waists of a worthy team!

CL: O'Connor has pulled Semi to his feet once again ... Harley Quinn
Crusher! Semi was dropped with Harley Quinn's patented Ace Crusher!

[Quinn begins to roll Semi over to his back as Shadoe Rage drives an
elbow into the side of Livestock's head. Rage looks into the ring and
rushes towards the ring apron; which he hops onto in a fluid motion
and he begins to climb the ropes.]



ONE ...



[Shadoe positions himself on the top rope so that he is facing the
crowd.]


TWO ...


[Shadoe leaps ...]


CL: GOOD LORD! THE ANGEL OF DEATH DROP! Shadoe Rage drives that
Moonsault Elbow Drop right in the back of O'Connor's neck breaking the
pinfall attempt up!

[Rage stands to his feet and quickly grabs the prone figure of
O'Connor and tosses him between the top rope and middle rope to the
floor.]

FH: Shadoe Rage clearing the ring so he has no one to interfere in his
pinfall attempt.

CL: If he was going for the pin I would probably agree with you but
Rage has pulled Semi to his feet and whips him hard into the corner.
Semi staggering out and he slowly turns around ...


!!!SSSMMMAAACCCKKK!!!


CL: THE DIRGE!

FH: Shadoe connects with that Superkick and I swear I just saw a tooth
fly out of Semi's mouth!

CL: Shadoe going for the pin ...



ONE ...



TWO ....



THR –


FH: And Livestock grabs Shadoe's leg and pulls him off of Semi!
Livestock driving the elbow into the back of Shadoe's head and he
quickly pulls him to his feet and drives the knee into the gut ...

[Livestock grabs Shadoe and lifts him into a powerbomb . Livestock
begins to fall backward with the move, allowing the top rope to bounce
Shadoe Rage by the neck back into the ring and onto the mat.]

CL: THE HANGMAN'S GAMBIT!

FH: Shadoe Rage was hung out to dry with that move!

CL: Livestock though kicks the prone figure of Shadoe from the ring
and turns his attention to Semi!

FH: Semi, the man flattened by the Harley Quinn Crusher and The Dirge!
Livestock hooks the leg!



ONE ...




TWO ...



[O'Connor slides into the ring and takes two steps before diving
across the ring.]



THREE ???



CL: Was O'Connor in time???

[The referee thrusts three fingers into the air and calls for the
bell.]

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

CL: LIVESTOCK GETS THE WIN! O'Connor was just a split second late!
Livestock wins the final preview for Unholy War!

FH: These four men gave it their all tonight but Livestock and The
Gutch have the momentum going into Shattered Dreams and I'm telling
you Lester Urban Legend's dreams of retaining those titles will be
shattered if they don't start performing like Champions should!

CL: Livestock has picked up back to back huge wins in the last two
Heatwaves.  He is listed as one of the hottest wrestlers going into
Shattered Dreams.

FH: I'm telling you those PVW tag team titles are as good as Livestock
and The Gutch's.

CL: They seem to have the upper hand at this point.

FH: Until PAIN wins the battle royal later tonight.

CL: Well that would certainly change things.  Or perhaps Wild Cards?

FH: No just PAIN.

[Out of the blue as the ring has been cleared ...]

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

[Pyros go off on either side of the ramp as "Calling All Skeletons" by
Alkaline Trio hits it's full instrumental part. Will Geddings emerges
from the backstage area to a huge face pop. Geddings is dressed in a
t-shirt and jeans, not needing his wrestling gear for a rare night
off. He has a microphone in hand, stopping on the stage at the top of
the ramp.]

CL: WHOA!  WILL GEDDINGS ...

FH: I am shocked he showed his face after that loss he took.

Geds: Let's just hope right to it. Cutting right to the chase as they
say. I've been relatively quiet over the last few weeks. I've been
getting worried phone calls from friends and...others...wondering
what's going on. Wondering why I have yet to address the brutal
beating that was administered to one Gavin Cassel. Why was I not
responding to this American Bad Ass. The unstoppable monster, Alex
Martinez.

[Geddings lowers the mic and listens to the heel pop rise through the
crowd. Geddings re-raises the microphone.]

Geds: Oh, there was speculation. Certain parties were of the opinion
that I was injured...

[Heel pop]

Geds: That I was retiring...

[Louder heel pop]

Geds: Or that I was scared.

[Loudest heel pop]

Geds: I suppose those would be valid assumptions. Valid assumptions,
that is, if the party making the assumption...

Geds: If that party didn't have the first *censored* idea about what
Will Geddings is about.

[Mega style face pop. Geddings smiles through his mask.]

Geds: The reason I hadn't responded to Martinez yet was because there
was no point. No point in addressing a petulant, unbalanced child. He
is a puppet. SSN is elbow deep up his rectum, controlling his mouth,
his arms. He's a nothing.

Geds: Years and years and years ago, I faced one Brody Thunder. He
came bebopping into a federation that I was the champion of and he ran
his mouth, stole my belt, the prototypical bad guy stuff, you know? He
was disrespectful, cliche, and just generally annoying. But you know
what else he was, Alex? His own man.

Geds: I saw the presser. I saw my match at the supercard. And I saw
the heading "Will Geddings' biggest match". What a crock. This Alex
Martinez that has 'graced' the PVW is not the legend that I had heard
about all those years ago. This is a shell. A man who no longer thinks
for himself. A hungry dog.

Geds: So you come out, Alex, and you talk with your drawl. You talk
about beatin' the tar outta me.

[A good pop at Geddings poor accent]

Geds: You pound your fist at what you did to Gavin. And through all of
this self-congratulation, realize one very important thing: I'm still
here.

Geds: Still here, Alex. What do you have for me that's different than
Retribution? Different than Brody Thunder? Justin Cruise? I haven't
been able to see my face for months, yet I remain. Through all
adversity, I'm still standing here.

[Geddings shakes his head]

Geds: Where are you? Having your head petted by your SSN master?
Holding a treat on your nose, one that's not to be eaten until SSN
says so? I was told that I was expected to come out and comment on our
upcoming match...the biggest of my career...

Geds: Well Alex, if you're the biggest match of my career...I should
have retired years ago. Long Live the King.

[Geddings drops the mic and turns to leave.]

CL: GEDDINGS JUST LAID IT ALL ON THE LINE!!!

FH: Nobody speaks to Alex Martinez like that and lives to tell the
story.  Will Geddings congratulations you had an average career, but
you are a dead man walking.

CL: Will Geddings has stood tall time after time.  When the odds
backed him in the corner he fired out.  His friend Gavin Cassel was
injured by the hands of Alex Martinez.  Now he has a chance at
retribution at Shattered Dreams.

FH: Like I said ... _Dead_ man walking.

[HUGE POP!!]

CL: Here comes the head of security, Jason Keening down the aisle way.
He has secured himself a front row seat for this one.

FH: What a chicken there is a at least ten men in this ring who is
chomping at the bits to get their hands around his throat.

CL: I'm sure they would, but Keening isn't here to wrestle. He is here
to -

FH: Make all our life a living hell.

CL: Only yours Fred.

FH: He makes it a complete nightmare.  I wake up in the middle of the
night screaming - KEENING!

CL: ...

FH: It's rough Lester.

CL: Anyways folks remember this isn't your ordinary battle royal.
It's a rush hour battle royal.  Most Battle Royals can last up to an
hour especially with the wrestlers we have in this one.

FH: It's going to be a good night for the home town hero ... Rick
Marley!

CL: You can be tossed over ... through ... or pushed under the ropes.
As long as one foot touches the outside you are eliminated.

FH: Then what is the use?

CL: Well there have been debates for years who was better.  WWO or UEW
... Two of wrestling grand fathers and the place a good portion of
the men on our roster got their big break.

FH: Like Gibson Hayes!

CL: Well actually ...

FH: Don't trash the good name of our American Hero and Champion!

HD: Ladies and gent's ... The match is scheduled under PVW Rush Hour
Battle Royal rules ...

[THROW HIS ASS OUT OF THE RING POPPAGE!]

HD: Introducing first from team "WWO" ...

FH: So this is a team match?

CL: No Fred.  Dark Soul and Rob Magnum brought the debate back to the
forefront ...  This is sort of a tease for Shattered Dreams.  There
will be only one winner, but you can only assume these guys are
wrestling under some sort of past pride.

HD: At a combined weight of five hundred and sixty eight pounds.  Dr.
Mal Practice MD and Dr. Ohno Ow ... PAIN !!!

[BOOOO ... HISSSSSS ... The fans give the old thumbs down as the duo
emerges from the back and begins heading down the aisle.]

CL: PAIN has entered the PVW as possibly the favorites to win Unholy
War.

FH: I told you when they showed up these guys are for real.

HD:  Wrestling out of Harrisonburg, Virginia.  Weighing in at two
hundred and forty five pounds.  DARK SOUL !!!

[A nice POP for the last WWO champion.  Dark Soul emerges from the
back and extends his arms slapping their hands as he heads down the
aisle way.]

CL: Dark Soul the man who will be wrestling for WWO's honor at
Shattered Dreams.

FH: Poor WWO.

HD: Wrestling out of Hollywood, California ... Weighing in at two
hundred and forty eight pounds. Johnny Detson !!!

[The wrestling veteran and former actor emerges to a mixed reaction.
The fans still aren't sure if they are suppose to cheer or boo the
usual selfish superstar.]

CL: The man who showed up to aid Tom Landis in his war against Todd
Johnstone and Gibson Hayes.

FH: I don't get what he is thinking Lester.

CL: What do you mean?

FH: Johnny Detson is usually smarter then this.

CL: How so?

FH: Coming in and calling out Spectre!?!

HD: Wrestling out of Detroit, Michigan!  Weighing three hundred and
twenty pounds ...  The Motor City Madman ... WILLIAM CRAVEN!

[It's been awhile, but since we are in Philly and it is Marley's home
town the usual massage POP is only mixed reaction.  The Motor City
Madman emerges with a big grin.  He begins to head down and stops as a
rowdy teenage fan shoves a - MARLEY WILL EAT _YOUR_ FACE sign in front
of him.  Craven takes it and holds it looking at it for a moment then
hands it back with a laugh.]

CL: Craven getting a bit of a thumbs down, but we are in Philly.  The
rowdy home of wrestling and Rick Marley.

FH: Finally some fans that know what the hell they are talking about.
I may move to Philly where we can all root for Marley in peace.

CL: The ring is already filling up and we haven't even finished the
WWO side.

HD: Finally ... Making his way to the ring, accompanied by his
campaign manager: Todd "The Rod" Johnstone and his head of security
Warren "Big Bubba" Hayes, from Tuscaloosa Alabama and weighting 228
pounds; he is the Phoenix Valley Wrestling American champion. Here is
Gibson "Red" Hayes!

[And then a quick cut to Eliot Lipp's "Rap Tight". The juxtaposition
and meshing of heavy metal and then fine beats gets a rise out of the
audience (as well as knowing who's about to come out). Gibson Hayes
steps out from behind the curtains as a bright red spotlight focuses
on PVW's American champion. Hayes basks in the spotlight for a second
and then out come his campaign manager: Todd "The Rod Johnstone and
his head of security: Warren "Big Bubba" Hayes. The American champion
is wearing a t-shirt reading: Gibson Hayes - PVW Commissioner 2009;
vote early and vote often as he makes his way to the ring. The infant
terrible of PVW is wearing his red, black and purple trunks while Todd
is wearing his same outfit (as seen often) while Big Bubba is in the
same outfit he had on during the Damage Control interview. The trio
make their way to the ring and Gibson looks a bit annoyed. He grabs
the house microphone.]

FH: Finally the cream of WWO!

CL: Again Gibson Hayes never wrestled in ...

FH: Enough with the small details.

HD: And now wrestling on team "UEW" ...

[MARLEY ~ !!!  MARLEY ~ !!!  MARLEY ~ !!!  Chant broke out in a small
section behind the announcers.]

FH: Marley!!!

HD: Introducing first ... Wrestling out of the bunker!

[MASSIVE CHEERS!!!]

CL: The fans know who this is!

FH: Bah the traitor.

HD: Weighing in at two hundred and sixty five pounds.  The
Mercenary!!!

[Wrestling's one and true hired gun steps out from the back.  The fans
give a warm welcome to the superstar.]

CL: Many call the Mercenary the heart and soul of the UEW.  While many
stars came and gone.  The Mercenary was always there.

FH: That's because he made a killing stabbing everyone of them in the
back.

HD: Weighing in at a combine weight ... Five hundred and forty pounds.
The team of Judd Marley and Jack Baldwin ... THE WILD CARDS!!!

[Out hops the fun loving former PVW world tag team champions.  Marley
and Baldwin begin slapping hands with the fans down the aisle.   They
notice PAIN who stand glaring at them from inside the ring.  Baldwin
stops and gives the "OOOH I'M SCARED".]

CL: The Wild Cards and PAIN are already looking to square off and the
match hasn't even started yet.

FH: This grudge will _never_ die Lester.

HD: Wrestling out of parts unknown.  Representing the Widowmakers Inc.
Weighing in at two hundred and thirty eight pounds.  "BLOODLUST"
XAIVER FEYR!

[A mixed reaction even for Feyr? Okay maybe these fans are crazy.
Feyr emerges from the back with little to no emotion.  The ring is
getting full and officials are standing in the ring trying to keep
order.]

CL: Marley's right hand man will be a key factor in this match.

FH: You are darn right.  Xavier Feyr may be there to help Marley, but
you can bet he has one task in mind.

CL: Hunt Doc Holliday?

FH: Hunt and devour.

HD:  Wrestling out of Detroit, Michigan.  Weighing in at three hundred
and seventy one pounds.  ROB MAGNUM!!!

[The seven footer ...  Some call Mr. UEW emerges from the back with a
big smile across his face.  With a quick roll of the neck the big man
is off and headed towards the ring.]

CL: Rob Magnum is the man who brought this all to the surface.

FH: Magnum was a key part of the war between these two places for many
of years.

CL: Look at Dark Soul he is holding the ropes open for Rob Magnum.

FH: You can also bet that's a message that he will be sending him
right back out later.

HD: Wrestling out of Tombstone, Arizona.  Weighing in at two hundred
and thirty two pounds.  DOC HOLLIDAY !!!

[Even with the pro-Marley crowd the cheers poor out from the crowd as
the wrestling icon known globally steps out from the back.  Still
nursing a series of injuries it doesn't slow Holliday down.]

CL: Maybe the most popular superstar in the world right here Fred.

FH: Yeah for the Global Midget Foundation.

[Holliday stands on the outside looking at the legends that now fill
the ring.  Xavier Feyr glaring right at his former friend.]

CL: Can you feel the tension?

FH: Some how I think most of these guys missed the memo.

CL: And what memo was that?

FH: A UEW vs WWO themed battle royal.

CL: Well this is the PVW and things have changed for most of these
guys.

HD: Introducing next ... From Los Angeles, California ... Weighing in
at three hundred and fifty pounds.  "The Last American Badass" Alex
Martinez.

[BOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!  Okay so finally the rabid Philly crowd agree's on
something.  They hate Alex Martinez and the big guy doesn't care one
bit.  Standing to his right is the most powerful woman in sports -
Jessica Marshall.  The duo storm towards the ring full of confidence.]

FH: Tell me Lester how is anyone going to get this guy outside the
ring?

CL: Well it helps when you can send him under the ropes.

FH: Under the ropes?  You would be lucky to be able to run everyone
else into Alex Martinez and hope to budge him!

CL: Look at Jessica Marshall she is setting up right next to Jason
Keening.

FH: Maybe she has a crush.

CL: I highly doubt that.

FH: That is true, but could you imagine a Keening-Marshall child?

HD: And finally ... From Allentown, Pennsylvania!

[MEGA HOME TOWN POP!!!]

HD: Weighing in at two hundred and fifteen pounds.  The captain of the
Widowmakers ... "SHOWTIME" RICK MARLEY !!!

[For the first time since the dawn of PVW ... The fans are behind the
widowmaker captain.  The rabid Philly fans are pumping their fist and
the signs are raised high as Rick Marley emerges from the back.  The
camera cuts to the ring where quite a few of the wrestlers inside the
ring are getting a kick of the reaction.  William Craven especially as
a big wide grin across his face.  Marley heads down the ring and slaps
fans hands down the aisle.]

FH: Feel that love Lester?  That's real home town love here in Philly!

CL: Yes ... It appears there are at least a handful of people who like
Rick Marley in this universe.

FH: Don't be jealous.

[Marley dives under the ropes and finds his way to Xavier Feyr as the
two mean make their stand together.]

CL: All fourteen men are now inside the ring and there can be only one
winner so in the end it is every man for themselves.

FH: Well I wouldn't say that.  Gibson Hayes has found his way over by
PAIN.

CL: Of course he has.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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                    09.09.09 Heatwave
                    <><><><><><><><><>
                  Rush Hour Battle Royal:
                    <><><><><><><><><>
PAIN, Wild Cards, Johnny Detson, Xaiver Feyr, Mercenary,
Dark Soul, Rob Magnum, Doc Holliday, Gibson Hayes,
William Craven, Rick Marley, and Alex Martinez
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


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

CL: And there is the bell.

FH: Why isn't anyone moving yet.

[The two sides are split.  On the right side of the ring stands the
men who wrestled and made their career's great in the WWO.  And
standing across from them sit the men who made their bed inside the
UEW.]

CL: I'm not sure if anyone wants to be the first one to unleash.

FH: Well right now the UEW actually has more men in this thing.

CL: What's the Mercenary doing!?!

[The heart and soul of the UEW ... Has stepped over the ropes and
dropped to the outside.  He turns to Jason Keening and gives a simple
"shrug".  He then turns back to the ring and gives a "Go to Hell"
sign!]

CL: It appears that the Mercenary is telling everyone in that ring
more importantly his peers from the UEW to stick it.  He wants nothing
to do with them!

FH: The Mercenary could never be trusted anyways.

[As the ring still reeling looking out at the parting Mercenary ...
"Rooster" by Alice in Chains hits and Marcus Manson storms out of the
back.]

Manson: Wait just a damned minute! There is no way in hell you're
going to start this match without ME in it!

CL: The Misery Machine has already wrestled once tonight, but he
doesn't look too happy he has been left out.

FH: He has a point!

[Manson climbs up onto the ring apron and steps through the ropes.
The referee on the outside looks towards Marshall and Keening on the
outside and a short nod later he is in the match!]

CL: Manson demanding to be included in the Battle Royal, obviously for
UEW's side.

FH: Well, he's right! He should have been in this match all along!

[... And the action finally begins ... and boy does it begin.  Fist
begin flying as the fourteen men fight for positioning.]

CL: The fight is on!

FH: Look at Alex Martinez he just tossed Judd Marley aside and NEARLY
took Dark Soul's head off.

CL: Gibson Hayes standing behind PAIN and they take down Rob Magnum.
AND CRAVEN IS GOING RIGHT FOR MARLEY!

[Heel heat as Craven tosses opponents aside until Feyr and the Motor
City Madman collide!  Feyr unloads and begins backing the big man
backwards, but he turns the tides tossing Feyr into the corner and
begins dropping HUGE bombs. With each massive punch Feyr's head flies
backwards and out of nowhere a short-arm clothesline by Marcus Manson
rocks the Madman ... That doesn't last long because Doc Holliday turns
the big Misery Machine around and DDT!]

CL: HOLLIDAY RIGHT PLACE RIGHT TIME ...


"___THUUUUUUUUUUUD___"


FH: TBONE SUPLEX BY FEYR ... You were right Holliday was in the right
place at the right time for Feyr.

[Dark Soul and Johnny Detson both begin working on big Alex Martinez.
The two WWO veterans take turns ... They start to push the SSN backed
global superstar through the ropes.]

CL: Detson and Dark Soul already trying to eliminate the biggest
threat in the ring.

FH: It's going to take more then these two.  They better call over
Gibson Hayes.

CL: Marley off the ropes ... Tilt-a-whirl by Magnum ...


"___CRAAAAAAAAAAACK___"


[... back breaker.  Hayes ducks again away from the battle as Mal
Practice and Ow works over Baldwin.  Judd Marley has been backed up in
the corner by a recovering Manson.  With PAIN in full control of
Baldwin ... Gibson Hayes jumps in like a rabid hyena ... He begins
stomping on Baldwin.]

FH: Look at our American Champion!  He is taking out the trash!

CL: Of course Gibson Hayes decides to leap into action when he feels
safe and in the clear from elimination.

FH: Don't hate because Gibby is the smartest man in that ring.

[If Hayes is the smartest ... Alex Martinez is the strongest as Dark
Soul and Detson was just taken down by an arm each clotheslining the
two WWO legends to the ground.  Martinez turns and a big boot takes
Magnum to the ground.  He turns at the right moment and grabs a
turning around Marcus Manson and vicious head butt!]

FH: They had their chance and now it's too late.  Everybody inside
that ring better run!

CL: The Last American Bad Ass is cleaning the ring inside and out.  He
grabs Feyr off Holliday and _TOSSES_ him two feet right into the
corner of the turnbuckle.

[Holliday quick on his feet ducks under a big right and HUGE
staggering left jab that sends Alex Martinez stumbling backwards and
right into a Mafia Kick of William Craven.]

CL: Holliday and Craven slow down the SSN backed Alex Martinez and the
two give each other glances and charge TAKING DOWN PAIN!


[FACE POP!!!]


FH: What are these fans doing?  We hate these two!

CL: Rob Magnum putting his big boot down on the throat of Detson
trying to shove him under the ropes ...

[His opponent at Shattered Dreams ... Dark Soul with a standing
crescent kick right to the chops ...]


"___ECHOOOOING POPPPPPP___"


[FIRST ELIMINATION POP!!!]


CL: MAGNUM THROUGH THE MIDDLE ROPES AND DARK SOUL SCORED THE FIRST WIN
IN THEIR BATTLE.

FH: The first two eliminated are from UEW.  What is going on here!

CL: Dark Soul looking down at Magnum who is glaring up holding his
chin.

[Judd Marley and Jack Baldwin from behind and shove Dark Soul
_THROUGH_ the ropes sending him to the cement floor.]

FH: Guess there goes the first WWO elimination.

CL: Dark Soul seemed to have his radar zoomed in on Rob Magnum to send
the former UEW World Champion a message and the Wild Cards sent him to
the outside from behind.

FH: Those sneaky bastards ...  But I have to say well done.

[Craven grabs a hold of Gibson Hayes who seemed to be high tailing it
away.  Hayes is screaming out - CONSPIRACY!!!!  And he is saved by
PAIN who attacked him from behind.]

CL: Gibson Hayes dodged a bullet out there.

FH: Craven was about to be eliminated what are you talking about
Lester!

[Holliday now has Alex Martinez up and backs him up with a stiff
knife-edge chop ... and another ... He goes to whip him across and
right into a spinebuster by Xavier Feyr!]

CL: Feyr and Holliday worked together to keep Alex Martinez down!


"___THUUUUUUD___"


FH: Widowmaker by Manson on Baldwin!!!

CL: Judd Marley right there and takes the Misery Machine down with a
swinging neckbreaker!

[Hayes now stepping on Craven's face as PAIN holds him down.   Hayes
puts his right hand on his heart as he begins to say the pledge of
allegiance looking up at the American flag.]

FH: What a true American hero Lester.  We all can be proud of the
example he sets for us here in the PVW.

CL: I don't know about that.

[FACE POP ... Judd Marley attacks Ow from behind!  Marley grabs the
back of his head and charges him and slams it in the corner
turnbuckle.  He slams it again, but Ow's partner Mal Practice is right
there to stop the onslaught.  The two men turn the tides and begin
working over Judd Marley.]

FH: Judd tried to hero and now look.

CL: Rick Marley who has been quiet just took Doc Holliday out from
behind and Feyr and Marley work over their former Widowmaker captain.

FH: The dark reign of the Widowmakers.

[Shocking Jeers as Judd Marley ducked under a double clothesline and
kicked Mal Practice in the stomach, but Ohno jumps up onto Judd's
shoulders from behind, and hits a reverse hurancanrana.  He holds onto
Marley's head with his legs, and then grabs the legs of Marley,
leaning forward.]

CL: The Paparazzi Treatment by Dr. Ohno Ow!  And Practice and Ow use
their boots and push the Wild Card under the ropes.

FH: One down .. One to go!

CL: Look at Dr. Ohno Ow he looks happy with himself.

FH: Why shouldn't he?

[Out of no where ... Jack Baldwin charges and Mal Practice see's him
at the last second and drops down, but Ow who is still proud of
himself gets drilled _OUT_ of the ring ...

HELL YEAH POP!!!]

FH: WHAT!?! NOOOO!

CL: Looks like the odd's are evened up.  One Wild Card out and one
PAIN out.


[HUGE ROARING POP!!!]


CL: Gibson Hayes is running from Johnny Detson and right into the
grabbing hands of William Craven.

FH: This isn't good ...

[Craven smiles big as Detson nods eagerly ... Hayes turns and holds
his hands up begging ... Then a quick motion and puff of what could be
salt hits the Motor City Madman's eyes who grabs at them ...  He
turns, but runs right into a JohnnyKick!]

CL: Hayes drops and Detson is on top unloading with a fury of punches!

FH: This can't be good... Somebody stop him!

[However things don't look good across the ring for Doc Holliday now
who is trying to stand up to _three_ Widowmakers.]

CL: Ten men left and Holliday is a little out numbered over there.
Alex Martinez playing it smart has now found himself in the middle of
the ring and he is just _glaring_ a hole through Keening.

FH: Feel that tension Lester.  I love it!

[Holliday isn't done yet.  He drops down and hits Marley with a
jawbreaker ... He no sells a few shots from Marcus Manson and
inverted atomic drop.  He turns and ducks under a big right by Feyr,
but Feyr knowing Holliday inside and out locks on a quick katahajime
... SUPLEX!]


"___THUUUUUUUUUD___"


CL: Feyr's Katahajime Suplex pretty much out of nowhere!

FH: Feyr is zoomed in on Holliday.  Finally at Shattered Dreams these
two men will throw it down and anyone who has counted out Xavier Feyr
is in for a shock.

[With Holliday down ... Marley springboards into an asai moonsault
right onto him.  Manson picks him up and sends him into the ropes ...
FLAPJACK ... SPINEBUSTER!]


"___THUUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"


FH: Goodnight Doc!

CL: The three men stand over Holliday who is in trouble.

[... and Marley points and says get his ass out.  However as he turns
around he is destroyed by Alex Martinez!!!  Manson turns and the two
men begin tossing bombs.  Feyr still focused in on Holliday he yanks
him up, but in a last ditch effort Holliday snatches Feyr by the head
and arm in an inverted half-nelson ...]

CL: Holliday is fighting back and looking for the Arizona Sandstorm!

FH: FEYR SHOVES HIS WAY OUT ...


[HEEL POP!!!]


[... Mauy thai roundhouse kick sends Holliday through the ropes and to
the outside.]

FH: HAHA!! Feyr just took Doc Holliday out!  What do you have to say
about that Lester?

CL: I ... I ... I don't know.  Holliday was one of the favorites to
win this tonight.  However that's why it's called a rush hour battle
royal.  It's fast and furious.

[Marley now up and helping Manson as the two Widowmakers together
finally get the SSN backed superstar backed into the corner.  Detson
still in control on Gibson Hayes now has the American Champion up and
double underhook  .... piledriver!!!]


"___THUUUUUUD___"


CL: Detson just flattened his rival's new client.

FH: This won't be tolerated!

CL: Craven behind Detson and he turns ... JOHNNYKICK!

[Craven not expecting it drops ... Detson turns the Motor City Madman
... Elevated Boston Crab!]

CL: The Philly fans are going wild!!! The Reality Check on Craven!

FH: What has gotten into Detson?

CL: It is an every man for himself Battle Royal.

[Baldwin still in control over Mal Practice.  He has Mal's arms
Trapped ... Then fires a series of fast, hard head butts into his face
region!]

CL: DOUBLE DOWN!!! PRACTICE IS IN TROUBLE!

[Gibson Hayes stumbles up and he looks to be in no man's land and
_completley_ out of it.  Detson drops the hold on Craven and rushes to
take Hayes out ... The American champ at the very last second drops
down holding the ropes and Detson doesn't have time to put on the
breaks and falls for Gibson ploy and tumbles over ...]

CL: OUT GOES DETSON!

FH: Two words Lester ...

CL: Let me guess Gibson Hayes?

FH: Close ... American Hero.

[Detson grinds his teeth as he knows the "Hayes way" all too well.
However Gibson isn't staying still he keeps moving ...  Mal Practice
has turn the tides and now working on Baldwin in the corner.  Baldwin
goes through the ropes but falls on the outside apron and quickly
rolls in just avoiding elimination.]

CL: Close call for Baldwin.

FH: Two Wild Cards eliminated is better then one.

CL: We are down to eight men.  Craven now over and has Marley by the
back of his hair ... DRIVES THE BLUNT END OF HIS FIST DOWN!  AGAIN!!!

[Manson turns off working over Alex Martinez, but Craven gets a boot
up and stops him in his track.  He then turns and whips Marley right
into the Misery Machine.  Xavier Feyr from behind slows down the Motor
City Madman.  However this gives big Alex Martinez time and he shoots
out dropping Feyr with a stiff clothesline! Craven and Martinez send
Manson into the ropes ...  DOUBLE CHOKE SLAM!!!]

CL: Alex Martinez and William Craven working together in there against
the Widowmakers!?!

FH: Let's be honest when it comes down to things around here it's the
Widowmakers and the rest of the PVW.

CL: Rick Marley stumbles back up ...


"___THUUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"


[... Throat slam Suplex!  Craven then turns, but is taken off his feat
by a charging seven feet / three hundred fifty pounds Last American
Badass spear!]


"___THUUUUUUUUUUUD___"


CL: Alex Martinez just planted Craven down in the mat.

FH: You knew that alliance wasn't going to last long.

[Mal Practice now holds Baldwin as Gibson Hayes kicks him in the wide
open rib cage area.  Martinez turns his concentration over and hits
Feyr in the mid-back with a double axe handle.  He backs him up into
the turnbuckle and extends his big boot choking the Widowmaker wild
man.]

CL: Alex Martinez has taken control of things.

FH: And just think he is the biggest man so it'll take most of who is
left to send him outside the ring.

CL: He has to be the favorite on paper right about now.

[Manson has taken off where Martinez left off on Craven.  He works
over the fallen Madman with closed fists to the forehead.  Rick Marley
has joined in stomping away on Craven.  He grabs the right leg and
torques it over.]

CL: Manson and Marley back to working on Craven.  Marley wants to wear
him down before his cage war in London.

FH: Marley is about as smart as they come.  Hurting Craven is more
important then winning this match.  Bragging rights only get you so
far.

[Baldwin begins fighting out ... Breaks loose from Mal Practice and
shoots out with an elbow on Hayes turns back and drills the PAIN
member with a knee and turns back, but Hayes gets a quick thumb into
the eye to slow things back down. Mal Practice grabs the skull of
Baldwin and drops him down with a vicious DDT.]


"___THUUUUUUUUUUUD___"


CL: Marley now locking on The Showstopper ... He is turning Craven
over ... And with a little help from Manson it's locked in!!!

FH: Craven better get used to this move because he could be in it for
a very long time.  Marley is looking to take the wheels off Craven
long term.

[The home town fans of Rick Marley pop as he has Craven turned in his
sharpshooter.  Manson then comes over and helps Feyr with a kick to
the back of Martinez.  He drives some forearms and whips him across
the ropes.  As he comes roaring back the big Widowmaker catches him
and takes him down with a powerslam!]

CL: Manson one of the few men inside that ring who can get big
Martinez up with little to no trouble.  Speaking of BIG ... Things
aren't looking good for Marley!

[Craven has now powered his way out of the deadly submission move.
Marley springboards, but Craven catches him .... VICIOUS
BACKBREAKER!!!!  He turns and catches a charging Feyr ...]


"___THUUUUUUUUUUD___"


CL: EXPLODER SUPLEX!!!  The Motor City Madman is up, but leaping ace
crusher by Manson ....


"___THUUUUUUUUUD___"


FH: Widow Maker!!!  The move Manson named after his days in the days
under Colby.

CL: This is the second time he has hit it inside this Battle Royal.
Look at the eyes of the misery Machine.

[Marley is now up holding his back and limping.  He shouts for Manson
to pull him up.  The Misery Machine yanks him up and drives his first
into the side of the green monster's head ...  However those punches
just woke him up!!!  He back elbows Manson and grabs his forehead and
begins biting the Misery Machine' nose area!


MILD EAT HIS FACE POP!!!]


CL: Craven thinks it's lunch time!  He charges and clothesline's
Marley up against the ropes ...

FH: HANG ON MARLEY...

[Marley flips over, but was able to walk the cat holding onto the
ropes and got himself back on the outside of the ring apron ...
Manson charges at Craven, but the Motor City Madman ducks under just
in time as Manson collides with the Widowmaker captain and sends him
off the side of the apron and to the outside ...]


[HOLY HELL NOOOO POP!!!]


FH: AHHHH!

CL: THE WIDOWMAKER CAPTAIN ... RICK MARLEY HAS BEEN ELIMINATED BY
MARCUS MANSON!!!

[Marley stands soaking in that he had just been eliminated.   Craven
comes up behind Manson and The locks on an elevated Crossface
Chickenwing!]

CL: The Dead Zone!!! Manson is in major trouble!   Baldwin just poked
Mal Practice in the eye and has Gibson Hayes up ... DEATH VALLEY
DRIVER!!!

FH: Things aren't looking too good in -

[Baldwin turns but eats a charging brutal mafia kick right into the
chops from Alex Martinez and out goes Jack Baldwin _through_ the
middle ropes eliminating him.]

FH: HA! OUT GOES BALDWIN!

CL: We are down to six men ... Three representing UEW and three
representing WWO.

FH: I just don't see how anyone's going to get Alex Martinez out.
Unless it's Gibson Hayes.

CL: What?  Seriously?

[Feyr and Manson now have Craven back down.  They keep the numbers
game going.  Feyr ripping away at Craven's eyes.  He begins to send
Craven across with an Irish whip, but reverses it where Manson stands
in the corner who gets his legs up and kicks Craven right in the face.
He stumbles back to Feyr who grabs him and drops down with a
jawbreaker.  Manson hits the ropes and chop blocks the big man down.
Craven is now on the mat face up and Feyr drops to one knee and
delivers a downward striking heart punch.]


"___CRUUUUUUUNCH___"


FH: Killer Instinct!

CL: What a series of double team moves by Manson and Feyr!  And Alex
Martinez has Mal Practice in a chokeslam ...

[...  Martinez lifted Mal Practice up by the neck, as if going for a
chokeslam.  Martinez then slams him forward, dropping him onto his
back  between Martinez' legs, as in a powerbomb ...]


"___THUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"


[FINNNNISHA POP!!!]


CL: FIREBOMB CHOKESLAM!  Gibson Hayes kicks Alex Martinez in the back.

FH: Oh no this isn't good.

[Alex Martinez gets to his feet and turns staring down the American
Champion.  Gibson Hayes holds his hands up as if he is saying hey man
everything is cool ... Martinez charges forward and turns Hayes inside
out with a stiff lariat-clothesline!  Hayes lays motionless on the mat
as if he was dead!]

CL: Gibson Hayes is down and he isn't moving.

FH: Neither is Dr. Mal Practice.

[Alex Martinez and Xavier Feyr back into each other and the two men
turn around swinging!!!	 Manson is pulling Craven up to finish him and
lining up for his Heart Punch ... Craven BLOCKS it and shoves Manson
backwards .. Craven charges forward SPEARING HIM ... THROUGH THE
ROPES...]

CL: MANSON IS ELIMINATED!

FH: He can't do that!

CL: Craven turns and yanks Mal Practice fully to his feet.  Still
feeling the effects of Alex Martinez's firebomb ...

[Double choke lift ...  Craven performs a kneefall Powerbomb!]

CL: THUNNNNDER MELTER!!!!  MAYBE TWO OF THE WRESTLING WORLDS MOST
DEVISTATING FINISHERS HAVE BEEN HIT ON MAL PRACTICE!

FH: Luckily he is a doctor.  He knows how to survive.

CL: Umm...

[Shocking POP from the fans as Gibson Hayes still laying flat looks up
to see what the impact was then drops his head again as if he is dead
and out of it. Feyr taking the best Alex Martinez can offer fires
back, but the Last American Bad Ass yanks Feyr in for a knee lift and
then elbow smash across his back.]

CL: Craven is now standing over Gibson Hayes...

[The camera catches Hayes open an eye then close it real fast.]

CL: What is Hayes doing?

FH: Remember that lariat from Martinez it has hurt our American
Champion badly.

[Craven shakes his head ...  He begins to pull Hayes up by his hair.
Hayes shoots his hands up begging Craven to think about this. Craven
smiles and Hayes shoots his fingers into the mouth of Craven Mandible
Claw style.]

FH: HA! Craven fell for it!  He calls this the No Spin Zone!

CL: Hayes seems proud of himself.  However Craven CHOMPS DOWN!!!

["AHHHHHHHHHH" from the American Champion!  Craven has his mouth shut
and he isn't letting go ...  Blood begins to seep from the mouth of
Craven as Hayes screams.]

FH: This isn't right.  Do something Keening!  Zero Tolerance and all!

CL: Those sharp teeth of Craven is shredding Hayes fingers.

[Hayes hauls off with desperation and punts Craven in the family
jewel's.  This opens the mouth of the beast as Hayes crawls away
holding his fingers.  Alex Martinez walks over and uses his boots to
push Mal Practice under the ropes who was still seeing stars from
those two finishers.]

CL: There goes the second member of PAIN.  We are down our final four.
William Craven, Alex Martinez, Xavier Feyr, and Gibson Hayes.

FH: As long as Craven doesn't win.  There may be a riot here!

[Martinez stands glaring ...  Feyr and Craven look at one another and
then they rush the big man!]

CL: Craven and Feyr working together?

FH: It doesn't take a genius to realize the biggest threat left inside
that ring is the man who holds SSN and PVW in the palm of his hand.

[Martinez fights valiantly, but the size and strength of the two men
are too much and they gain the upper hand.  Craven drives a knee ..
Feyr with a round house kick ... Martinez fires back not looking to be
out done.  He clubs Feyr with a stiff forearm turns to eat a head butt
by Craven, but stumbles right back forward with a tackle driving
Craven reeling backwards and into the corner turnbuckle!]

CL: Alex Martinez is standing toe to toe with two of PVW's strongest
men!

FH: I told you Lester!  I told you it's going to take nearly the whole
PVW to get this guy out!

[Feyr right back ... However Martinez turns and swings Feyr into the
corner and right into Craven.  Gibson Hayes has now returned to his
feet looking at the mess in the corner and he props himself up on the
turnbuckles to have a front row seat.]

CL: What is Gibson Hayes doing?

FH: He wants no part of this and do you blame him Lester?

Martinez  backs up and charges in with a splash, but Feyr gets out of
the way and he only crashes into Craven.  Martinez turns and Feyr
lifts him up ...]


"___THUUUUUUUUUUD___"


CL: TEARDROP SUPLEX!  Xavier Feyr now mounting on top of the big man
and driving closed fists down.  Craven shaking off the cob-webs and he
is yelling for Gibson Hayes to get his coward ass over here.

FH: He can't talk to Hayes like that!

[Hayes drops down ... Craven points to Martinez and the two men begin
stomping away on the seven footer.]

CL: It's a three man attack now on Alex Martinez.  William Craven ...
The Widowmaker Wild man - Xavier Feyr ... and PVW's American Champion
all have a common goal.

FH: Eliminating the biggest threat?

CL: Hayes with a boot spin and look he is proud of himself.  Feyr now
locking on A katahajime!

FH: He has finished many of men with this match, but tonight it wont
send Martinez over the top ropes.

CL: Craven stomping away.  Jessica Marshall doesn't looked too
concerned for someone who's juggernaut appears to be in trouble.

FH: If your client was Alex Martinez how worried would you be?

[Hayes steps down and does a second boot scrape and this time begins
fargo strutting...  Craven begins stomping like a wild man and hits
Martinez, but also drives his boot down on Feyr too.  Feyr rolls off
and the two men are face to face ...]

CL: So much for teaming up against Alex Martinez.  FIST FLY!!!!


[HUGE BRAWLING POP!!!]


CL: Wait... Gibson Hayes fargo strutting and right into Alex Martinez
who doesn't look too happy.  Any words of advice over there Fred?

FH: Umm yeah ... Run!

[And Hayes realizes what has just happened.  He turns to run, but that
only makes it worse as Martinez grabs him and yanks him and turns the
PVW American Champion _inside_ out with a German Suplex.  Martinez
back to his feet and yanks Hayes up who shoots his hands up pointing
to Feyr and Craven who are at each others throat right now saying it
was all their fault.  Martinez sends him across with a HUGE Irish Whip
that sends Hayes up and back down .... He begins stumbling across
dazed and right into a lariat by Alex Martinez!]

CL: Alex Martinez is taking it to Gibson Hayes!

FH: This isn't good ... This isn't good at all.

[... However the fans seem to be enjoying it!  Martinez pulls Hayes up
and drives a hard right into the side of his head.  He lifts him up
high ... BENCH PRESS ... GUT BUSTER!!!]

CL: Gibson Hayes is now rolling around holding his stomach.  He is in
some serious trouble here. Craven sends Feyr into the corner and
charges in .. but runs into a boot!

FH: Martinez pulling up Hayes ... This looks like the end for Gibby!

[Martinez backs up as Hayes can barley stand.  He charges to finish
the PVW American Champion off, but low bridge and Hayes yanks the
ropes down sending the SSN Global Superstar out of the ring ...


SHOCKING POP!!!]


CL: HOLY COW!!! ALEX MARTINEZ IS OUT!  THIS IS A WHOLE NEW BALL GAME!

FH: I told you Lester!  I told you Gibson Hayes is a true American
hero!

[Hayes pops back up but still in pain.  He holds his arm up high proud
of his accomplishment, but his back is to the action and Craven drives
a knee to his back and sends him right through the ropes ...


LAUGHING POP!!!]


FH: AHHHHH!  NOOOOOO!

CL: The true American Hero is now out of the ring!




   GIBSON SUCKS !!!   GIBSON SUCKS !!!   GIBSON SUCKS !!!


   GIBSON SUCKS !!!   GIBSON SUCKS !!!   GIBSON SUCKS !!!


   GIBSON SUCKS !!!   GIBSON SUCKS !!!   GIBSON SUCKS !!!




[Gibson Hayes can't believe it!  He is shouting screaming -
CONSPIRACY!!]

CL: No Gibson listen to the fans ... You just suck.

FH: LESTER!!!!

CL: Sorry Fred I got caught up in the moment.  We are down to two men.
The Widowmaker Wild man, Xavier Feyr and PVW's Motor City Madman -
William Craven.

FH: You can bet Marley is watching back stage.  He wants Feyr to hurt
Craven finish the job.

[Feyr and Craven shake off the cob-webs. The Widowmaker whips Craven
off the ropes. Feyr charges at Craven who ducks the clothesline and
the two bounce off opposing sets of ropes. The two challengers meet
back up in the center of the ring where Craven delivers a running
right hand to the gut, cutting Feyr's charge off and bending him over
while Craven continues running. He bounces off the ropes behind the
Widowmaker, then comes running and hits a one armed bulldog.]

CL: Craven still feeling some effects from the teaming up earlier in
the match as he limps to his feet.

FH: He is giving Feyr plenty of time too.  Looks like Marley did
enough long term damage.

[Feyr approaches but takes a few boots to the gut. Craven grabs Feyr
and throws him into the corner, then nails him with a big right
hand... Craven cracks his fist across Feyr's chops three more time
then whips him into the opposing corner and backs up into the corner
...  Craven charges at the Widowmaker but Feyr explodes out of the
corner and nails Craven with a perfect kick. Feyr collapses to the mat
holding his chest from the beating in this near 45 minute long
battle.]

CL: Both Craven and Feyr are feeling the effects of the match.

FH: Come on Feyr just finish this!

[Xavier Feyr charges as he makes it to his feet but Craven ducks and
trips Feyr as he turns around with a double leg takedown.  He leaps to
his feet with a yell and appears to be setting up for the Thunder
Melter.  As Feyr gets to his feet he grabs him with the Double
choke lift ... However Feyr kicks Craven in the knee before he can be
lifted up.  He hits the ropes and looks to be hitting a neckbreaker,
but Craven shoves Feyr off ... Double choke lift ....]


"___ECHOOOOOOOOOOOING THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"


CL: THUNDER MELTER!!!

FH: Holy crap!

CL: Craven stands there menacing ... And he pulls up Feyr and sends
him THROUGH THE ROPES!!!


[MATCH ENDING POP!!!]


FH: NOOOO!

CL: WILLIAM CRAVEN HAS DONE IT!  HE HAS SENT A MESSAGE TO MARLEY LOUD
AND CLEAR FRED!

[Jason Keening stands up and gives William Craven inside the ring a
nod.  He turns and looks at Jessica Marshall who still sits steaming.
He gives a gentlemen smile and turns to head up the aisle way.]

CL: Jessica Marshall doesn't look happy what-so-ever.  However William
Craven just told Rick Marley he needs to bring more then that if he
wants to stop him!

FH: Don't worry Marley has it all under control.

CL: What is Marley going to do inside a steel cage with this man?

[Camera catches Craven smiling ... Blood seeping from his mouth.  We
hope that still isn't from the fingers of Gibson Hayes, but nobody can
be sure.]

FH: It's simple Lester ... Escape and win.  It's what Rick Marley
does.  He just wins.

CL: Well I will give you that.  There hasn't been anyone inside the
PVW to keep Rick Marley down.  He is one of PVW's best.

FH: You are damn right and at Shattered Dreams he will back it up.

CL: Hats off to Xavier Feyr too.  He took quite a beating out there
and lasted to the end.

FH: Feyr is as tough as they come.

[We cut to one last preview ...]

V/O: We are less than a month away.

[Camera shows William Craven sneering ... Rick Marley pointing to the
ring.]

V/O: Years in the making ...

[Rob Cole raises the PVW World Championship high in the air.  Justin
Cruise holds the back of his head, but raises his hand high.]

V/O: To become the best in this industry.

[Gibson Hayes walks out from the back with the PVW American
Championship around his waist.  Tom Landis flashes a smile.]

V/O: The biggest event of the year ...  Two nights ... Two countries
... four championship matches ...

[A blimp view of the PVW wrestling ring.]

V/O: Legends contracts?  PVW is where legends return for glory!

[Cut to the Shattered Dreams logo ...]

CL: We are _ONE_ match away from Shattered Dreams!

FH: Don't get too excited over there Lester.  We still have to call
that final match.

[HUGE POP ... As Herk Douglas the man known to the wrestling world as
The Voice stands in the center of the ring.]

HD: Ladies and gentlemen ... It's time for our Main Event.


   JUSTIN !!!   JUSTIN !!!   JUSTIN !!!   JUSTIN !!!


   JUSTIN !!!   JUSTIN !!!   JUSTIN !!!   JUSTIN !!!


   JUSTIN !!!   JUSTIN !!!   JUSTIN !!!   JUSTIN !!!


HD: Introducing first wrestling out of Montreal, Quebec.  Weighing in
at two hundred twenty five pounds.

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

The Blade ...

JUSTIN CRUISE !!!

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

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

["Sunday, Bloody, Sunday" by Pillar blasts through the arena as "The
Blade" Justin Cruise steps out from the back to a huge pop from the
crowd. As the camera focuses on Cruise we see he is heavily bandaged
on his ribs, he has a black eye and he is walking with a slight limp.]

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

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

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

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

FH: What the hell happened to Justin Cruise? Did he run into another
locker in the back?

CL: From what I have been told Fred, he's being preparing for
Shattered Dreams.

FH: With what his wife? I mean I heard she was a big girl but my god
he looks like he was mauled by a bear!

CL: FRED! Justin Cruise is taking his chance at PVW Glory seriously
and if it means a few extra hours in the gym, wrestling in front of a
few hundred fans on an indy show he's been doing it ...

FH: Wait that was he at the last SP ...

CL: Fred, remember what happened last time you mentioned that fed ...

FH: Oh that's right I was docked pay for accidentally leading to a DVD
sale for them.

CL: It's clear that Justin Cruise is taking this one extremely
seriously, as he awaits the arrival of his opponent the Masked Outlaw.
A man who, seemingly, has brought the worst out of "The Outcast" Rob
Cole, as demonstrated on the latest edition of Damage Control.

FH: Rob Cole did something on Damage Control?

CL: Yes! He attacked el Outlaw LOCO, blatantly disregarding Zero
Tolerance Policy!

FH: What do you mean? Rob Cole didn't do anything. It was El Roberto
COLE. Take another look if you have to, we have a DVD archive, you
know?

CL: It was Cole dressed up as el Roberto COLE, but it was Cole!

FH: There's no way to prove that, Chip.

[The lights in the arena go out.]


"___CRAAAAAAAAAACK___"


CL: What was that?!?

[The lights in the arena come back on. There'd be a bigger heel pop,
but the crowd is mostly shocked and confused. Standing over a downed
Masked Outlaw with a steel chair in hand is el Outlaw LOCO!]

CL: MASKED OUTLAW HAS BEEN ASSAULTED!

FH: El Outlaw LOCO is insane! El Outlaw LOCO nailing the Masked Outlaw
in the head with a chair!

CL: It's not El Outlaw LOCO, Fred, it's Perry Fontana!

FH: I don't see Fontana anywhere.

[The masked LOCO drops the chair in favor of stomping on Masked
Outlaw. Then he drops to the ground, grabbing his victim's arm and
wrapping his legs around it. Then, the masked assailant leans back
into a picture perfect Fujiwara Armbar. Finally fully realizing what's
taking place, the Philadelphia crowd loudly boos.]

FH: Give credit to El Outlaw LOCO, though. He's finally showing a
little bit of character.

CL: It's Fontana, not LOCO! Why would El Outlaw LOCO assault Masked
Outlaw?

FH: I don't know, Lester, because he's a moron ... you know LOCO in
the brain! You do realize that's a communist word for crazy, right?

CL: It's not a communist word, it's Spanish.

FH: Besides, El Outlaw LOCO did say he wanted to help out Roberto Cole
for saving him from Perry Fontana...

CL: It's Fontana, Fred, Fontana said that. He's... he's trying to
frame El Outlaw LOCO, that's what he's doing.

FH: Pure conjecture.

CL: He's hoping LOCO will face the repercussions for this action! He's
trying increase his odds of winning at Shattered Dreams!

[Finally, Jason Keening and his security team managed to pry the
attacking "El Outlaw LOCO" off of Masked Outlaw, dragging him away.]

LOCO: Let me go, retti patetici! Let me... CONSIDER YOURSELF LUCKY,
CRUISE! YOU WERE NEXT, COUSIN! AAAHH WAAAY! You were NEXT!

[As the masked attacker disappears, dragged through the curtains by
security, the Masked Outlaw slowly gets to his knees, shaking off the
cobwebs, and trying to massage away the damage done to his arm.]

FH: Still, somebody needs to be punished for this!

CL: I couldn't agree more.

FH: El Outlaw LOCO has to face the consequences of his actions.

CL: LOCO? IT'S FONTANA! And you know what? I bet Cole's behind this
too. I can easily imagine Rob Cole and Perry Fontana orchestrating
this, attacking each other's opponents and completely circumventing
Zero Tolerance Policy. That's just disgusting!

FH: That's a pretty improbable tale, Lester. When elucidating a
mystery, the simplest answer is usually the right one. In this case:
El Outlaw LOCO is a crazy commie, and this is the kind of thing crazy
commies do.

CL: Seriously? That's what you're going to go with?

FH: It's the most plausible explanation for what just happened.

CL: How about Rob Cole and Perry Fontana are a pair of yellow-bellied
lowlifes?

FH: There's no evidence to support that. Fact remains that El Outlaw
LOCO needs to be punished! You can't let that crazy moron make a
mockery of Zero Tolerance Policy!

CL: For the last time, it's not... You know what? Forget it. Masked
Outlaw has managed to make his way to ringside, and it looks like
we'll get our main event regardless.


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                    09.09.09 Heatwave
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                    One on One Action:
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              Masked Outlaw v. Justin Cruise
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*DING!* *DING!* *DING!*

FH: We have Cruise who looks like he has been beaten by a crazed chimp
and now Masked Outlaw was just assaulted by El Outlaw LOCO ...

CL: Damn it Fred it was Perry Fontana!

FH: I saw a man wearing a pig mask Lester, and pig mask equals LOCO!

[The two cautiously circle one another for a few moments before both
of them rush forward and lock up. The bigger Masked Outlaw shoves
Cruise back into the corner, where for a brief moment he places his
elbow against the side of the Cruise's head but he quickly removes it
and takes a step back and raises his arms into the air as he does so.]

CL: Masked Outlaw with a clean break.

FH: Not something I would have expected from him but maybe he is
trying to test out his arm first.

[Cruise looks at Masked Outlaw for a moment and then once again goes
for a lock up. Masked Outlaw once again over powers Cruise and begins
to force him into the ropes, Cruise though is able to push the Masked
Outlaw back a few steps and forces him into the corner.]

CL: and this time it's Justin Cruise with the clean break.

FH: This is boring! I want action; actually I want to see Cruise
bleeding!

[And once again the two men lock up, this time Masked Outlaw powers
the Cruise into a side headlock and he begins to apply pressure.
Cruise's face reflects the pressure being applied and as it does so he
drives a forearm into the side of Masked Outlaw's ribs and then
connects with a second. He is able to back Masked Outlaw back into the
ropes and pushes him off to the far side ropes.]

FH: Masked Outlaw rebounds and takes Cruise down with a shoulder
block! Masked Outlaw pulling Cruise up ...

CL: JAWBREAKER! Masked Outlaw staggers back a few steps and Cruise
grabs him by the arm whipping him into the far side ropes ...

[Justin Cruise drops his head a second early for a back body drop ...]

CL: And the big masked man with a quick leap frog over Cruise. The
Masked Outlaw rebounds off of the ropes again and Cruise looking for a
hip toss.

FH: But Masked Outlaw blocks it.

[Masked Outlaw pushes Cruise away from him and the two men once again
stare one another down.]

FH: I'm a bit surprised Lester, I honestly thought Cruise would be
looking like a rag doll right now, Masked Outlaw must be really
worried about that arm. I really hope Kenning makes El Outlaw LOCO pay
for his actions.

CL: The two locking for another lock-up ...

[The masked man ducks the lock up and slips behind into a waistlock!
He quickly powers Cruise up and drives him down the mat for a basic
two point take down, easily transitioning around to a front chancery.]

CL: The masked man wants to take this match to the mat, using his size
and strength advantage to ground the faster athlete. He rolls him over
to his back, taking the side mount for a quick one count!

FH: Too soon for a legitimate pinfall, but he's using that fall to
force Cruise into a kick out and expend some wind.  Now, if he's
smart, he'll start choking the number one contender!

CL: Instead he goes for the cobra clutch and HAULS Cruise to his feet.
The number one contender reaching for the ropes as the big man hauls
him off his feet now and drags him to the center of the ring!  He
shakes him one way, then the other, and now he just DRIVES the number
one contender to the mat for a side straddle!!!

FH: We've seen this move from Rob Cole. Forcing his weight down at an
angle, forcing his opponent to struggle to breathe and pump blood to
the brain! This is probably even better than choking!

CL: It might be Fred. You can see the way he is holding Cruise is
really working on the neck but with the way the body is bent he is
working on those taped up ribs of Cruise as well.  Cruise is gasping
for air at the moment and his face is becoming as red as a beat.

[The crowd begins to stomp their feet to the floor and clap, trying to
will Cruise back from the Cobra Clutch. But Cruise seems to slipping
deeper and deeper as his eyes seem to close for a brief instant.]

FH: Look at the eyes of Cruise. He's passing out! The Masked Outlaw is
making short work of him here tonight with that bum arm; damn LOCO
this match would already be over if he hadn't taken a pot shot at him.

[The clapping and stomping grows louder as Cruise opens his eyes again
and begins to scream no at the ref who is asking him if he gives. The
Masked Outlaw wrenches the Cobra Clutch back a bit more and yet still
Cruise refuses to give in to the pain.]

CL: Cruise is struggling, trying to do anything to get his legs under
him. If he gets them under him he will force some of the pressure off
and ease up his breathing.

FH: It's over Lester! Cruise might be the number one contender but he
doesn't have the heart of a true number one contender at all. Cruise
was a flash in the pan and he will always be a flash in the pain.
Let's face it Lester his best days are long gone!

CL: You said the same thing Brian Young ...

FH: And he's a cripple, hiding somewhere in Canada, so tell me I was
wrong Lester!

[The crowd explodes as Cruise is able to get his legs underneath him
and he begins to power his way up. The Masked Outlaw keeps as much
weight over Cruise as he can, forcing him to expend a lot of energy.
But Cruise catches him with an elbow and a second and a third and he
drives the point of his elbow hard into the ribs of the masked man a
fourth time, finally creating the separation he needed.]

CL: Cruise is to his feet and has created some space!

FH: these morons need to stop encouraging him as Masked Outlaw has
grabbed Cruise by the arm and pulls him in for a Short Arm ...

CL: Cruise ducks it and breaks free of Masked Outlaw's grip by
catching him with a dropkick to the knee. The bigger man is down to
one knee and Cruise rushes to the ropes ... Dropkick to the face of
Masked Outlaw sends him crashing to the mat. Cruise trying to catch
his breath as Masked Outlaw is attempting to get to his feet once.

[Cruise rushes forward and catches Masked Outlaw with a Running Knee
Lift that sends Masked Outlaw crashing down again. Cruise grabs the
top rope and leaps to the top turnbuckle as Masked Outlaw is back to
his feet.]

CL: Missile Dropkick! Cruise connected from the top rope and drops
down for the cover!




ONE ...




TWO ...




FH: And the Masked Outlaw kicks out with authority! Cruise was hoping
for a miracle there and he was not created one as the masked man still
has a lot left in the tank.

CL: That might be but it looks like 'The Blade' has gained some
confidence as he thrusts his airs in the air.

FH: Getting these morons to cheer for you is easy. Just ask the likes
of Foley and Hartt ... if you can find those losers!

CL: Being a bit harsh tonight on former PVW stars aren't you Fred?

FH: Pain and simple Lester, they couldn't cut it here and neither can
Justin Cruise! He just needs to realize he is finished and to take
that masked retard El Outlaw LOCO with him on the way out!

CL: Fans, Fred's thoughts are his own and his only ... Cruise though
has Masked Outlaw up and drops him to the mat with a Bodyslam. He
measures the masked man and drives the point of his elbow to the side
of Masked Outlaw's skull.

[Cruise grabs Masked Outlaw by the mask and pulls him to his feet.]

FH: Right here a smart man would pull off the mask and see whom the
monster is but not Cruise. He wants to prove he's still in this game
...

CL: And he tries to lift Masked Outlaw onto his shoulders with a
Fireman's Carry ...

[The crowd cheers as Cruise struggles  to get the heavier man onto to
his shoulders and pops huge as he does so.]

CL: Death Valley Driver! What do you have to say to that Fred! Justin
Cruise just connected with a big time move and he is looking for the
pin!




ONE ...




TWO ...




THR –




FH: And the masked man kicks out! I'll tell you what I think Lester;
that was his last hurrah, his last chance at glory here tonight. Did
you see the way he struggled, the way his body could barely hold the
man up in the air? Cruise is running on empty!

CL: I don't know Fred. Cruise is back to his feet and he has Masked
Outlaw up with him ... Cruise locking on a Front Chancery ... he could
be going for a Suplex here!

[The masked man blocks the suplex, and counters with a snap of his
own, driving Cruise up and over!]

FH: Told you Lester!

CL: Hard impact from the Snap Suplex, but the masked man is a little
slow to capitalize by getting on his feet. Cruise up and clutching the
back of his head, the big man dives in for a waistlock. SNAPS CRUISE
UP AND OVER WITH A RELEASE NORTHERN LIGHTS!!!!!

FH: Damn it! But now the Masked Outlaw is quicker in getting to his
feet. He measures the number one contender and takes him down with a
neckbreaker!  Back to the neck, back to the exposed weakness from Cole
a few weeks back, and the contender is doomed to choke once again!

[As if to illustrate the point, the Masked Outlaw hauls Justin Cruise
up with a tilt-a-whirl; spins at the last moment and rushes to the
corner in order to drive the man's BACK against the corner!!!  The
legs hook over the top turnbuckle and The Masked Outlaw steps back to
admire the tree of woe. ]

CL: Cruise is all tied up. And here comes the masked man with a
baseball slide to the skull!!!!

FH: You hear that Lester? It's the fat lady warming up! The masked man
hit Cruise's skull so hard that Cruise has just landed stomach first
across the mat. I'm telling you right now he has no idea where he is!

CL: I'm not sure that the masked man is fully sure either as he seems
a bit slow to capitalize but he grabs Justin Cruise and forcibly
places him in a sitting position ...

FH: Neck Vice! Hello Mr. I once had a neck that functioned correctly!

CL: The masked man just wrenching on the head and neck of Justin
Cruise. It looks like he is trying to take the number one contender
out before Shattered Dreams ... I would almost say he's Rob Cole's
biggest ally right now ...

FH: He is! He might be stalking the PVW Champion but right now he is
doing him a huge favor! I bet you Cruise is wishing his hired gun El
Outlaw LOCO did a better job hurting the Masked Outlaw before the
bell!

CL: Oh my god Fred, how oblivious are you?

FH: Not one bit cause right now I am watching tears flow down the side
of Justin Cruise's face ... you know if it wasn't for the lack of red
hair I would say I was watching a Caleb Foley match ...

CL: Anyway Cruise is trying to fight out of the Neck Vice but it isn't
working! He's kicking his legs trying to inch his way a bit closer to
the ropes and YES! Somehow someway he got his foot on the bottom rope!
The referee is ordering for the break and Masked Outlaw gives him a
clean break once again!

FH: WHAT?! You had him you should have finished him! Why let him go?

CL: Cruise looks as shocked as you are Fred, but he's once again to
his feet and staring his opponent down.

[Cruise shows no hesitation as he rushes forward once again locking up
with the bigger man. He uses his momentum to push the masked man to
the ropes and he catches him with a swift knee to the mid-section.
Cruise quickly releases the lock up and pulls the masked man a step or
two off of the ropes and locks on a Front Chancery and just as quickly
drives him to the mat with a DDT.]

CL: Cruise using his speed to catch the bigger man a bit off guard.
And Cruise is on the apron ...

FH: And the masked man is getting to his feet ...

[Cruise grabs the top rope leaps to the top rope ...]

CL: Cruise Springboarding up ... he leaps ...

[Cruise lands on the shoulders of the Masked Outlaw but the Masked
Outlaw catches him takes a step forward and begins to use the
Powerbomb motion catching the back of Cruise on the top rope, as
Cruise bounces back into the air the Masked Outlaw spins and executes
a Sit-out Dragon Bomb ...]

CL: Masked Outlaw countered the Hurricanrana with a Sit-Out
Dragonbomb! My lord Cruise hit the mat with authority!

FH: And yet the masked man doesn't go for the pin! He seems to be
favoring that arm a bit and it's allowing Cruise to roll away from him
creating some space.

[Masked Outlaw is once again to his feet and he pulls Cruise up and
whips him into the far side ropes, Cruise rebounds ...]

CL: Twilt-a-whirl Backbreaker!

FH: With the way that the masked man has decided to hold body of
Cruise over his knee and press down on his face it makes it more
painful than the beckbreaker. This is a sound move by the masked man
though as he is creating more pain on the taped up ribs of Justin
Cruise and is once again applying additional pressure to the neck!

CL: Cruise is once again in a world of hurt and I have to wonder if
his new training methods might not actually be helping the masked man
and even Rob Cole ...

FH: Of course they are Lester. He's giving them more areas of the body
to torture and that's just what is being down to Cruise here tonight!
Masked Outlaw just shrugs Cruise to the mat and once again he doesn't
go for the cover. He once again pulls Cruise up and locks on an
Inverted Chancery ...

CL: Inverted DDT! And maintains the Chancery pulling Cruise up into
the Dragon Sleeper!

FH: Once again the masked man is trying to force the air out of Justin
Cruise!

CL: 'The Blade' though is once again fighting and he swings his knee
up ...

[The head of the masked man rocks backwards as Cruise connects with
the knee. Cruise lifts his knee up once again and again. Finally the
Masked Outlaw releases the Dragon Sleeper.]

CL: The Masked Outlaw did not have that hold on as long as he wanted
but Cruise is up to his feet a spilt second faster ... Side Russian
Legsweep! The masked man is down and Cruise gets to his feet ...
listen to the crowd Fred. They are really behind the
number one contender right now ...

FH: Losers always cheer for losers! If they didn't the Flyers wouldn't
have any fans!

[Cruise motions for the masked man to get to his feet and slowly he
does so. Cruise grabs the arm of the Masked Outlaw and jumps up in the
air landing a leg across the back of the masked man's head forcing his
head into the mat.]

CL: Rocker Dropper! Cruise is in control right now as he again pulls
the masked man to his feet ... Piledriver! Cruise finally inflicting
some damage to the neck of the masked man!

FH: Maybe the Masked Outlaw has some padding in the mask to absorb
things like that ...

CL: Are you kidding me?

FH: You don't know what's under that mask Lester ...

CL: I'm pretty sure it's not padded!

FH: Sure, sure ...

CL: Cruise hooking the leg ...




ONE ...




TWO ...




THR—




FH: And again the masked man kicks out!

CL: Cruise slams the mat in frustration but he is back to his feet and
pulls the masked man up as well ... And Masked Outlaw catches him with
a Headbutt. Cruise staggers back and the Masked Outlaw grabs him in a
Bodyslam ....

[The Masked Outlaw hoists Cruise into the air and as he begins to slam
him he catches the waist band of Cruise's tights causing him to land
feet first on the mat. The Masked Outlaw now has Cruise in and
Inverted Chancery and lifts Cruise up and over in an Inverted Suplex!]

FH: Inverted Suplex and Cruise slams into the mat again! The Masked
Outlaw sits up and slowly stands to his feet. He drops a knee into the
neck of Cruise and pulls him to his feet.

[The Masked Outlaw measures Cruise with an Elbow to the side of his
head forcing him into the ropes. The Masked Outlaw Irish Whips Cruise
into the far side ropes who rebounds off of the ropes and the Masked
Outlaw rushes forward for a Clothesline but Cruise ducks and stops on
a dime. The Masked Outlaw spins around ...]


!!!SSSMMMAAACCCKKK!!!


CL: SUPERKICK! The Masked Outlaw is rocked and falls backward!

FH: But he hits the ropes which keep him on his feet!

CL: Cruise grabs the arm of the masked man and Irish Whips ..

FH: No, the Masked Outlaw reverses the whip ...

[Cruise hits the ropes and as the Masked Outlaw once again goes for a
Clothesline, Cruise ducks again but this time he catches the arm of
the Masked Outlaw and pulls himself up into the air ...]

CL: CRUCIFIX!




ONE ...




TWO ...




THREE !!!




CL: HE DID IT! CRUISE WITH THE CRUCIFIX!

FH: ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?!



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



CL: Justin Cruise showing his heart here tonight as he pulls out the
win heading into Shattered Dreams!

FH: I AM STUNNED! This has to be the luckiest I have seen anyone here
in the PVW since the day that ... well since the day you were hired
Lester!

[Cruise stands in the center of the ring as the referee raises his
hands in victory; as he does so the big man circles the ring, hands on
his hips as the crowd continues to roar in approval for the wrestling
clinic they've just witnessed.  The Masked Outlaw looks across the
ring and nods his head in respect. Before motioning to the ring crew
for a microphone.  He walks across and stands for a moment as the
crowd continues to cheer. The larger wrestler turning one way, and
then the next, before lifting his microphone. He breathes hard for a
moment, his voice a little muffled by the screen mesh of his mask.]

MO: It's been a long time since we heard this kind of an ovation for
two men fighting a clean match, Justin.  Two men, one on one, no
gimmicks and no angles and no blood spilled at all.  Two professionals
looking to prove what this sport could mean if we didn't have monsters
and madmen and sick freaks running around. but at Shattered Dreams,
all of this goes away.  You and I. We both know that.  All of this
is gone, a thing of the past, a thing we'll only ever seen in high
light reels and past remembered moments in a sport that's become
entirely too soaked through with blood and hate and fear and pain.  At
Shattered Dreams, you will be stepping into this ring with the World
Champion, Rob Cole. And it will be an ugly thing.  A vicious,
sadistic, and violent thing for everyone involved.

[The Masked Outlaw shakes his head in apparent disgust and moves back
to a corner. he turns and asks for the handcuffs he brought down to
the ring and immediately cuffs one of his hands, snapping the other
cuff end to the turnbuckle as the crowd falls silent in confusion.
The big man turns. His shoulders slouching a bit as he leans forward.
His voice is ragged, the pitch rising as he starts to tremble a bit.]

MO: I'm so, so, so sorry for that, Justin. Because I wanted so badly
to be a hero, to stop the monster, to put an end to all of this and be
something or someone better than I am.  But the truth is that I'm not
a good person at all, am I?  Not underneath it all. I know, but he
never knew, and now he has to know because I can't stay away forever
and ever and ever. I..

[The man snaps. laughing as he drops to his knees, and the crowd feels
the bottom drop out from beneath them.]

MO: I'M NOT REAL!!! I'm a stupid, pathetic, and disgusting figment of
your imagination; I'm a guilty conscience!!!  Jiminy Cricket singing
cockroach songs about shame on the shoulder of a pathetic monster. I'm
nothing but a dream AND THAT DREAM IS SHATTERED!!!!  Don't you
understand?!?!!  Don't you get it?!?!!! Who is Rob Cole? Who is the
Masked Outlaw? Who hates Rob Cole?! WHO REALLY HATES HIM?!?!!!! You
think it's you?  Rob Cole doesn't even freakin' MATTER to you!  He's a
face, another object, a guy with a belt, a match, a moment. Do you
have any idea who I am?!?!!!

[The masked man reaches up and yanks the mask off. revealing Rob Cole!
The crowd goes insane as Justin Cruise takes a step back. And the
Outcast yanks on his cuffs, snarling viciously as eh drops the
microphone!  He starts to scream. "NO!!!! You're lying. No no no!!!
SHUT UP!!!! SHUT UP!!!!" he drops to his knees, shaking his head
in refusal of his own revelation. the Monster beneath the bed begins
to cry, kneeling in the corner as his shoulders tremble from the
miserable sobbing.  A camera from outside the ring moves in close as
Cole begins to whine. "Nooo. No, it's not me. Please, please, please.
No!  It's not really me. It's not me!"]



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           Credits:
Brian: Gionet/Ronan v. Grimsson/Manson, Battle Royal
Rob: Livestock v. Rage v. O'Connor v. Semi, X v. Tate, Cruise v.
Masked Outlaw
Chris: Spectre v. Cox
Mark: Landis v. Daniels



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