[OPENING VIDEO FEED]

[From a local fan's camcorder, outside of the Alex G Spanos Center,
fans of PVW are seen collected at one of the doors where stars make
their way in on arrival.]

Camera operator: 'Dude!  Do you see anyone yet?'

[A young man in an Ed Hardy hoodie turns to look to the camera.]

Dude: 'There's some cars coming in.  I think I see Perry Fontana.

C/O: Move up, man.  I can get a better view.

[The pair move closer to the front of the crowd. Just out of their
view, Perry Fontana and Christopher Black. Caleb Foley just passes by,
saluting the crowd.  Out of the last car steps 'The Paladin' Chris
Hartt.  Some of the youngest parts of the crowd cheer at his presence
and Hartt steps over to say hello and quickly sign a couple of
autographs.]

Dude:  Aw, man!  Chris Hartt?  I'm not 12! Give us someone badass!

C/O: I know, man. Should we wave our bibles and praise Jeebus?

[Hartt steps up to the pair and holds out his hand to the first young
man.]

Hartt: Hey, how are you guys?

Dude:  Yeah, whatever, man.  Hey, when are you gonna win a match, huh?

Hartt:  What?  C'mon, man. I try my best. You can't always win.

C/O: No, but you *never* win!  Man, you suck!

[Hartt looks hurt, but retains his composure.]

Hartt:  I see. Enjoy the show.

[Hartt makes his way inside.]

Dude:  F**k that guy! He only appeals to girls and 10 year old kids!

C/O: Yeah. Let's go see if we can find that sexy Jessica Marshall
chick.

Dude:  Even Chance McKenzie is more badass than "The Paladin"!

C/O: "I waste him with my crossbow!" What a gamer nerd!

[Fade to black]



+++++++++++++++++++
PVW On the Road
In Stockton, CA
w/ Joshua Morgan
+++++++++++++++++++

End Game II has passed and we said our goodbye's to Phoenix.  With two
and a half new champions.  Things are going to be quite interesting as
we start our path to, Boiling Point.  Let me collect my thoughts and
start off by saying that even though I don't always agree with, Gibson
Hayes, he has now captured at one time all _three_ PVW singles
championship title belts.  Now that he has surrounded himself

This morning I finally reached the lovely state of California.  It's
been quite some time since PVW has visited the golden state.  As we
arrived at the Stockton Center I met up with AsH, Chris Hartt, and
Caleb Foley where we had a meet and great.  After an afternoon of
photos and autographs.  The fans were ready for the two shows over the
next two nights.

PVW wrestling trainers Marcus Anderson and Judd Marley were on hand
talking to interested recruits for the second class of the Desert.
For anyone that is interested they should visit, www.pvwrestling.org
and fill out an interested form.

Stockton was treated to the debut of the Berserkers in the opening
contest of the evening. The team of Dylan Douglas and Michael Perfect
were introduced first and the young team from the Desert training
school has begun to gel more as a unit as they adopted the name of the
Midnight Riders and came down to Riders in the Storm by The Doors. As
the two young men stretched in the ring their music faded and suddenly
there was a loud

* DAAAAAAAA *

* DUN DUN DUNNNNN *

The opening rift of Master Of Puppets by Metallica began to blast
throughout the arena. The two menacing warriors from Chicago emerge
from the backstage area.  Dressed in black and red pants the power and
glory face painted tag team specialized in intimidation stand soaking
up the roaring guitar.  On the left is the 6'3" / 275 pound, Wolf.  He
stands a bit more slender with the face paint of a wolf across his
face.  On the right is the 6'2" / 302 pound, Doom.  He is only an inch
smaller than his partner but his body frame is one of a bull, with
exploding bombs painted across his face.

The crowd gave the two men a nice ovation as the two warriors began
storming towards the ring ready for battle.


^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
THE BERSERKERS v. DYLAN DOUGLAS & MICHAEL PERFECT
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

As the painted warriors stepped into the ring the midnight Riders
wasted no time and charged their opponents catching them unaware and
knocking them into the ropes. As Wolf and Doom were forced into the
ropes Douglas and Perfect rained rights and lefts down on them
followed by a series of knees knocking the Berserkers to the mat. The
Midnight Riders turned around and thrust their hands into the air. But
the Berserkers quickly stood to their feet and as Douglas and Perfect
turned around they were nearly decapitated by running clotheslines.
The crowd exploded as Perfect rolled towards the ropes and Wolf pulled
Douglas to his feet and whipped him into the ropes, a double
shoulderblock took him back to the mat.

The referee finally got Doom out of the ring as Perfect pulled himself
to his feet on the apron. Wolf screamed to the approval of the crowd
as Douglas got back to his feet. Wolf caught him with a picture
perfect dropkick and he was quickly back on the attack with a leaping
fist drop between Douglas' eyes. He then followed up with a leaping
legdrop. 1...2... Douglas with a powerful kickout and Wolf pulled him
back up and nailed the big man with a swinging neckbreaker. Wolf
dragged Douglas to the corner and tagged in Doom. Doom came in grabbed
Douglas and executed a front suplex across the knee of Wolf.

Douglas grabbed his gut in pain as Doom pulled him up. Douglas caught
him with a thumb to the eye and followed up with a right jab and a
vicious headbutt. Doom though shook off the headbutt and beat his
chest. Douglas nailed another right and a left and right but Doom
shook them off and grabbed Douglas by the arm, whipping him into the
ropes. Doom charged and took Douglas off his feet with a leaping
shoulderblock. As Douglas pulled himself to his feet, Doom did five
push-ups and howled for the crowd who was just eating it up. Douglas
caught Doom in the back of the head with a stomp and then dropped a
knee into Doom's head.

Douglas with the tag and Perfect and Douglas whipped Doom into the
ropes and executed a double backdrop. Doom popped right up and charged
forward leveling both men with a clothesline. Douglas rolled to the
apron as Doom pulled Perfect and pressed him into the air so he was
looking at the lights. Wolf slapped Doom's shoulder tagging himself
in. Wolf ascended to the top rope and leaped off catching Perfect with
a leg drop (Gates of Hades) 1...2...3...! And the Berserkers picked up
the win.

After the match Wolf and Doom stood inside the ring with their arms
raised high.  Wolf then turned and called for the microphone.

Wolf: Valley of the tags we have arrived!

[Nice welcome POP.]

Wolf: And while it's obvious that PVW is a state of the art foundation
by the way their wrestling students just fared inside this ring
tonight.  We are much more then your average Joe debuting team.  We
are here to wrestle the best and we aren't looking to waste any time
in doing so.  Like we said on Showcase.  We want the Prophets of Rage
and we want them next Heatwave.  Bring down the gateway of the tag
team division and let's just find out right out of the gate if we
belong.

[Wolf underhand tosses the mic to his partner, Doom.]

Doom: You heard my partner.  And when we lift up one of the Rage boys
in the Gates of Hades.  They are going to feel -

Wolf: The Hurt.

Doom: The Pain.

Wolf: The BOOM!!!  BOOM!!!  BOOM!!!

[The Bererkers drop the microphone and leave the ring to a nice
welcome to the PVW applause.]

With another strong tag team push.  The Berserkers are just one of a
handful of new teams that join the roster.  The Berserkers didn't
waste any time making a splash by calling out the Prophets of Rage.  I
can only assume the challenge won't go unanswered.  The Rage brothers
aren't ones to duck anyone.

Masked Maniac had already made his way to the ring.  He stopped and
held out his hand for a high five to a teenager wearing a Senor Cloak
Dos mask.  He then shouted out, "Masked Bro's before Ho's" and the
teenager gave the fun-going masked superstar a high five.

"We Built This City" by Starship blares over the PA system as the
Sheffield, England native, Jaime Roberts emerged from the curtains.
The fit, if not totally toned, Roberts explodes out of the curtain.
The scar down his back is noticeable, as is his long dark hair,
flowing with each step. He slaps the fans hands as the cheer wildly.
Even Masked Maniac seems to welcome, Roberts inside the ring.


^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
JAIME ROBERTS v. MASKED MANIAC
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

The bell sounded and Masked Maniac extended his hand to welcome Jaime
Roberts to the PVW.  The UK born native accepts the gesture and the
Masked superstar suckers him into a sucker punch.  The fans boo as the
masked superstar points to his masked head as if he was saying -
"That's using my head".  He then fired of a kick to the abdominal area
and drove Roberts back into the corner and sent him across the ropes.
Roberts came off and received a scoop and Maniac slammed him down to
the mat dropping down for the very early cover.

1... 2... Roberts kicked out with authority.  Maniac then helped the
6'2" / 244 lbs, Roberts to his feet and backed him up again this time
with a series of chops.  Maniac sent him across for a second time, but
Roberts ducked under a clothesline attempt and drove his elbow
backwards smashing it into the face of the masked superstar.  Roberts
then dropped Masked Maniac with a spinning back kick that received a
nice pop from the crowd.

He then pulled the masked superstar right back up to his feet and
locked him into a muay thai clinch.  He unloaded some stiff knee's to
the rib cage area that backed Maniac up into the corner.  Jaime
Roberts didn't slow down as he had Masked Maniac prone in the corner
he unloaded a series of knees, elbows, and European Uppercuts.  Masked
Maniac looked to be in some serious trouble and he sends Maniac out
with an Irish Whip.   The masked superstar bounced out as Roberts came
charging out and leaped into a huricanrana.

1... 2... and this time the Masked Maniac kicked out.  Roberts quickly
back up and he pulled the masked superstar to his feet.  Maniac tossed
a quick face rake to slow things down.  Maniac then lifted him up for
a vertical suplex, and Roberts slid out and behind him he wrapped his
arms around the masked superstar trying to go for a MMA style choking
submission, but Masked Maniac desperately flailed hard enough to fall
into the ropes before it got sunk in too deep.

Roberts forced to break the hold landed a jumping thrust kick right
into the unexpected Maniac as he reached his feet.  The fans were
firmly behind the UK native as he then lifted the masked superstar up
and hit a spinning neckbreaker.  Quickly climbing the top ropes he
lept into a quick front somersault off the top turnbuckle, before
landing on the Masked Maniac back-first as in a regular senton.

Jaime Roberts rolled off before Lou Crowe could begin the count.  He
called for his finisher waiting ... as Maniac slowly nearly out of it
pushed himself to his feet.  He then landed what he calls, The
Knockout Kick ... A leaping head kick and dropped down for the 1...
2... 3!

The fans applauded the debuting performance of Jaime Roberts as he
rolled to the outside and high fives the fans heading back up the
aisle way as, The Voice announced him the winner of the match.

[A black screen.  The dark metal wizard of oz chant from "The Frayed
Ends of Sanity" begins, guitar crunching and drums banging along.
Abruptly the shot cuts to the back of a mans well defined calves and
his feet.  The shot slowly rises until his feet are out of view and we
see the back of his knees.

Cut to a wide overhead shot of a filled arena.  Then the shot switches
to a strong looking Japanese man walking down an elevated rampway.
His muscles are thick and with fat padding, muscle made not for show
but for pain.  The man has short, buzzed black hair and wears black
tights that stop just above the knees.  A defiant sneer rests on his
face as he ignores the fans around him.

And back again to the rising shot as now we see the back of his black
tights that stop above the knees.  The words "OSAKA DEMON" in English
are spelled out in bold blood red.

Cut back to the arena where now The Osaka Demon is inside of the ring.
His opponent, a man of similar height but with a large stomach and
chest, and big round cheeks, stands across from him in white trunks
with "OGAWA" written on it in black.  Cut again to the match already
in progress and the two stand face to face.  Ogawa suddenly lunges
forward with a chop...

"THWAP!"

That lands full force with all the power of his weight behind it.  The
shot knocks The Osaka Demon back a step before he steps forward
suddenly and aggressively counters with an open-handed palm strike to
the face that blasts the fat man across the cheek and nose.  Ogawa
clutches his face and The Osaka Demon slams his shin into the side of
his knee with a forceful kick that buckles said knee.  He then grabs
Ogawa by the hair with one hand and brings his boot up repeatedly in
short vertical Kawada-style kicks to the forehead.  After about the
seventh kick, The Osaka Demon pulls his foot back, gathers his
strength, and comes back with a final blast to the forehead which
sends Ogawa flinging back to the mat, clutching his face.

Back to the rising shot and now we are above his tights to his lower
back and his dangling hands.  His back is lined with thick muscle but
also covered in tattoos.  They presumably start from underneath his
tights and rise up the back with images like a green serpent climbing
a mountain, with clouds clinging to the top.  The shot continues to
rise to show his middle and upper back and a woman with no eyebrows
and long flowing black hair holds a scroll with all the words written
in kanji.  An orange faced demon is above her, laughing, with horns
jutting out almost sideways.  On both sides of his back gigantic ocean
waves threaten to demolish all.  His left forearm is covered with
green scales and brown leaves.  His left bicept is bare except for
four basic black rings that circle it.  His right arm is only fire and
death, small figures of men and women burning in flame, traveling from
his forearm and narrowing on the inside of his arm before his armpit.

Cut to the ring where the Osaka Demon ducks a lariat, turns around
and...

"THWAAAAAAP!!"

...blasts Ogawa in the stomach with a brutal kick.  He slips behind
the bigger man and grabs him around his ample waist, using all his
power and letting out a primal yell to hoist him up and backwards...
DUMPING him on the back of his neck with a German suplex.  Cut ahead
with both men on there feet and The Osaka Demon is laying into Ogawa
with a series of kicks with both legs, to the legs and waist of the
big man.  He follows it up with a quick one two of palmstrikes, before
thai clinching and slamming his knee into Ogawa's stomach.  The Osaka
Demon quickly hooks him up and grunts, lifting him up into the air
amazingly... and dropping back down hard on the mat with a vicious
brainbuster.

The rising shot continues to his neck where a yellow sun encompasses
the back of it entirely.

Back in the ring The Osaka Demon leaps off the top rope, plummeting
downwards towards a prone Ogawa, landing with both boots on his skull.
The crowd gasps.  Instead of going for the obvious pin attempt, he
instead takes a few steps back and turns back to his opponent,
waiting...

Now the shot rises to the back of his head with his buzzed hair.

Ogawa has begun to stir, pushing up slowly to his knees.  He turns
around and suddenly the Osaka Demon lashes out, lunging forward and
swinging his right leg at full strength...

"THWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!!"

...almost DECAPITATING Ogawa with an earth shattering head kick.  The
fat man falls flat on his face, eyes rolling into the back of his
head.  The Osaka Demon finally drops down, pushing him on his back and
not even bothering to hook the leg.  The ref dives for the count...


1!



2!



3!



"DING!"


The Osaka Demon rolls off of him immediately and sits on the mat, his
expression not changing in the least.  The referee tries to raise his
hand but he immediately pulls it away and a sneer forms on his
expression.

The rising shot has finally stopped on the back of his head and he
turns around.  The Osaka Demon's hardened stare pierces the camera and
his lips are curled up in disgust.  The shot holds with the metal
music still blasting in the background until words in red superimpose
over the image of his face...


            "THE OSAKA DEMON"


              TETSUO KIMURA


And slowly the shot fades to black.]

There has been rumors that PVW agents have been in Japan for the last
month working out a deal with someone they have extremely high hopes
for.  I can only assume that Tetsuo Kimura who has a decorated resume
in Japan has been their target.  If the resources and time PVW spent
working out a deal with Kimura means anything we should see the Osaka
Demon in the PVW and soon!

[The camera opens on a lockeroom. Not just any lockeroom though, oh
no, this lockeroom's contents are extra special. Sitting in two
chairs, across from each other, are "Ruthless" Ryan Rutledge and
"Sexecutioner" Marty "The Gangstah of Love" Powell.. Sex Appeal. The
newly reformed team sits nonchalantly as time slowly passes. They
appear to be, nay, _are_ infinitely bored as they wait for their
upcoming debut.]

MP: Bro.. sooooo.. who're we fightin' t'night?

[The Panamanian Devil's eyes roll back as if he's trying to find the
answer in the back of his head.]

RR: Team.. ah.. Team America?

MP: Nah, that ain't it.

RR: Team Future?

MP: Nope.. that just doesn't sound right either.

RR: Teeeaaammmm Tommorrow?

[Powell taps his jaw, looks up, and appears to be in serious thought
for a moment. Beat.]

MP: Nah, bro man, that ain't it either.

[Rutledge simply shrugs.]

RR: Beats me then.

But..

BUT...

BBBUUUUTTTTTTT..

[Rutledge holds up a single solitary index finger.]

What I do know is _this_.. whomever they are. Wherever they are..
whatever they may be.. we're gonna go out there and we're gonna put
our fists to their skulls.. our boots to their surely pot bellied
guts.. and their spiney li'l shoulders to the mat. For the one, for
the two, for the three.

That's a fact, jack!

[Powell, obviously the less intelligent of the two, stares at his
partner.]

MP: Bro guy, my name's _Marty_, not Jack.

RR: It was a figure of spee..

[Sigh from The Ruthless One.]

.. nevermind.

[Rutledge grows slightly restless at talking to a wall and stands up
and paces the lockeroom slowly. Anything to avoid this conversation.
Powell pays no attention and talks to the back of his tag team
partner.. he looks around.]

MP: I got it.. our opponents are..

[You hear the soft click of a door. Powell looks up and realizes
Rutledge is nowhere to be found. Their music is playing and it's time
to head out and face the music. Powell yells after Rutledge.]

NEVERMIND, LOST IT! ON THE WAY.

[Powell scurries out after his partner.]

"Cold Cash and Colder Hearts" by Thrice was playing over the PA
system. "One Man Dynasty" Drake Dresden and Gabriel Alraune are
already headed down the aisle way as they prepare to make their PVW
inring debut.  The team that goes by, Team Tomorrow have rallied the
California fans support as they head into the ring.

Que "Personal Jesus" by Depeche Mode.  From the back emerges the duo
of, "Ruthless" Ryan Rutledge and "Sexecutioner" Marty "The Gangstah of
Love" Powell.  Like, Team Tomorrow, Sex Appeal are making their inring
debut and a shot at the _new_ and growing tag team division.  The
cocky duo join Team Tomorrow inside the squared circle as Herk Douglas
announced them to the Cali crowd.


^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
TEAM TOMORROW v. SEX APPEAL
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

And the  bell was sounded ...  A brawl occurs as both teams were
hungry to start their PVW career off on the right foot.  Alraune has
Ruthledge up against the ropes and delivers a clothesline over the top
rope. Dresden lifts The Gangstah of Love up with a press then throws
him over the top rope, landing on top of his partner. Team Tomorrow
stomp around the ring firing up the crowd, then in the center of the
ring, Alraune crouches down at a slant pointing behind him to Dresden
who is flexing. Gabriel Alraune gets out of the ring and Marty Powell
jumps up onto the apron while Rutledge and Dresden circle the ring
staring each other down.

The two lock up which sees Dresden lock Rutledge in a side headlock,
jumping up and down to apply pressure but Rutledge throws him off the
ropes. Dresden nails Rutledge with a shoulder block that sends him
down. Dresden applies an arm wrench and whips him into the corner
where Gabriel Alraune is standing. Dresden tags out and the two takes
turns stomping away at Ryan Rutledge. Gabriel Alraune and Drake
Dresden both whip Rutledge into the opposing corner with his tag team
partner. Gabriel Alraune goes to whip his own tag team partner into
Rutledge, but Marty Powell helps him get out of the way, causing
Dresden to run into the turnbuckles and fall down, exiting the ring
under the bottom rope.

Gabriel Alraune attacks Rutledge with a barrage of right hands but as
he goes to whip him off the ropes, Rutledge reverses. Gabriel Alraune
ducks a clothesline attempt but Marty Powell low-bridges him as he
goes to bounce off the ropes again. Drake Dresden enters the ring and
argues with the referee, keeping him distracted while Marty Powell
gets in some cheap shots on Gabriel Alraune. Powell helps him up after
some cheap shots and rolls him back into the ring, jumping back up on
the apron. Rutledge covers Gabriel Alraune but only gets a two count.

Rutledge scores with a pendulum backbreaker, close to the ropes and
tags out to Powell who nails Gabriel Alraune with a slingshot legdrop
as he was balanced across Rutledge's knee. Powell covers Gabriel
Alraune but only gets a two count. Powell pulls Alraune over to the
corner and nails him with a tornado DDT. Powell mounts the second
turnbuckle and does a little pelvic thrust to play with the fans ...
He notices Gabriel Alraune getting back up to his feet.

Powell turns towards Airaune and dives off the turnbuckles for a
clothesline but Gabriel Alraune strikes him in the gut with a right
hand causing him to do a flip onto his back. Gabriel Alraune bounces
off the ropes and nails Marty Powell with knee drop. Gabriel Alraune
lifts Powell up for a side slam but Drake Dresden leaps into the air,
dropping onto him with a legdrop at the same time. Rutledge enters the
ring and goes for a double clothesline but they both duck it. Dresden
goes for a back body drop on Rutledge but Gabriel Alraune catches him
in mid-air and nails him with a piledriver.

Airuane and Rutledge both exit the ring leaving Drake Dresden
unloading stiff chops to the chest of Marty Powell. Dresden kicks
Powell in the gut and prepares for the Dynasty Drop ...  Powell
blocks, grabbing Dresden by the leg and tripping him, followed by
locking him in a Boston Crab. Rutledge runs in and plows Airaune off
the apron, then applies a camel clutch to Drake Dresden.

The referee scolds Sex Appeal for the double submission and the two of
them release their cheating offense. Marty Powell stands proud of
himself as he welcomes Dresden to get to his feet.  Drake Dresden
pushes himself up and "The Gangstah of Love" leaps into a superkick
and Drake Dresden ducks under and locks his arms behind Powell's and
bends forward pinning him.

1... 2... Ryan Rutledge is cut off by Gabriel Alraune as the referee
slaps his hand down for the three count!  Team Tomorrow and Sex Appeal
had a back and forth tag team double debut match, but in the end Team
Tomorrow out smarted their opponents for the victory.

Team Tomorrow and Sex Appeal come with high hopes and in both of their
debuts they showed flashes of strong potential.  As you can see that
the additions of the Berserkers, Team Tomorrow, and Sex Appeal the PVW
has went on a hiring spree in attempt to revamp the tag team roster.
With teams like Livestock and the Gutch, Max and Sal, Heat, Prophets
of Rage, and the Renegades already the core of the tag team roster.
It can only help accomplish the goal of being _the_ go to place for
tag teams.

[The scene is pure blackness... Until a deep voice is heard.]

VO: "In the old days, the humans were afraid of many thing. The moon.
The sun. The wind. The storm."

[And as he says the last word, a thunder is heard and some lightening
crosses the screen. When the lighting stops, a few words appeared in
the
screen:]

                          SOON ON PVW

VO: "But the human race learned not to fear the storm, but to command
it."

[Another lighting, followed by more words:]

                   A DUO YOU NEVER SAW BEFORE

VO: "And not only command, but to admire the power of the lightning.
And
soon, Phoenix Vallew Wrestling will meet two men to admire..."

[A final lighting, followed by the final words:]

                  PREPARE TO RIDE THE LIGHTNING

[Fade.]

Herk Douglas already announced the two men who are set to wrestle off
in our main event.  Two veteran's that stand for two very different
things.  Chris Hartt has stood for justice and tradition.  PVW's first
Rising Phoenix Heritage Champion has been on a roar-coaster the past
few months with some big wins and close-call loses.  With his mind
apparently running a thousand different directions he looks to get
back on track tonight.

The only problem is, Mike Bisignano is no easy draw.  Now with JDM
Superstar in his corner.  The wrestling veteran who has mocked and
spat on everything PVW has stood for looks to take down one of PVW's
originals.

These two are two of PVW's top technical wrestler's inside the ring.
Both men can wrestle with just about anyone in the wrestling industry.
And tonight both men are looking to make a statement as we begin the
road towards, Boiling Point.

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
MIKE BISIGNANO v. CHRIS HARTT
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

Both men enter the center of the ring and lock horns.  Chris Hartt
goes for a wristlock but biz flips forward making him release the
hold. Biz lunges at Hartt with a single leg takedown but Hartt crosses
his leg over causing him to lose his grip and fall to the mat. Hartt
tries to apply the STF but before he can do so biz grabs a hold of the
ropes.  The referee forces the break as the crowd applauds in
approval.

Hartt sets him up for a superkick but Biz kicks him in the gut
connecting with a DDT.  Biz clamps on a surfboard while connecting
with some knees to the back of Hartt.  Hart with a last ditch effort
hits him with a back elbow to the face making biz stagger back.  Hartt
with all his power delivers a clothesline sending biz up and over the
top.Hartts runs at him with a baseball slide he goes for the baseball
slide DDT but biz nails him back first into the steel guardrail!

Without taking a second to think of it he grabs Hartt and picks him up
hitting him with a hotshot on the guardrail.  With Hartt gasping for
air he throws him back in the ring but is only able to get a two
count.  biz connects with a side Russian legsweep then goes to the
outside hitting a springboard legdrop to the boos of the crowd. He
goes for another cover but is only able to get the two count.

He picks up Hartt and shoves him into the corner. he goes for the
monkey flip but Hartt lands on his feet!  Hartt connects with a
running scissor kick!  He jumps from the opposite ropes connecting
with an asai moonsault as the crowd goes crazy!  He goes for the cover
but Biz gets the shoulder up.

Hartt grabs Biz and connects with a t-bone suplex into the corner!  He
goes for the cover but Biz gets his foot under the bottom rope.  He
picks up biz but Biz grabs him by the trunks sending him head first
into the turnbuckle.  With Hartt stunned, Biz gets behind him hitting
a rolling body scissors cradle.  to the delight of the fans, Hartt
gets the kickout at the last second!

Biz goes for the Go To Hell but before doing so, Hartt lifts him up in
a fireman's carry position and dropping him with a gutbuster!  Hartt
scales to the top and as Biz is coming to gets met with a missile
dropkick off the top.  While that took some out of him he is still
able to make the cover but only for a two!  Hartt goes for a Texas
cloverleaf but Biz surprises him with an inside cradle for a near
fall!

Still caught in the cradle position Biz has Hartt trapped in a front
guillotine choke.  Hartt is getting to a vertical base trying to break
the hold. With biz starting to lose his grip of the hold he transfers
to a triangle choke!  Hartt is down on one knee as he fights to power
back on his feet. The crowd cheers him on as he is able to grab biz up
enough to release his grip and send him crashing down with a running
sit-out power bomb!  He makes the cover but Biz has the shoulder up.

Hartt throws him into the ropes. he hits a tilt a whirl but biz hands
on his feet. Biz goes behind him with a dragon suplex for a near fall.
He picks Hartt up in a head lock and hits him not once but twice with
stiff knees to the face.  With Hartt slightly out of it, biz connects
with a jumping sidekick.  He makes the pin but Hartt kicks out at two
to the roar of the crowd.

Biz getting visibly frustrated locks in the Bizness has picked up.
Despite being trapped in the chicken wing, Hartt has the ring presence
to back up in the turnbuckle. He still holds onto the hold with his
leg between the ropes to keep him steady. The ref counts for him to
stop the hold. Biz finally lets go at the count of four.

Biz goes for the Bizness End but Hartt slides behind him.  Hartt turns
around biz and jumps up for a huricanrana.  biz throws him off and
hits him a knee to the gut.  Biz hit the Staten Island Spike on Hartt.
Biz covers him for the three count and victory.  The crowd boos as the
referee raises the hand of the Biz Mike Bisignano as JDM superstar
claps his approval.  As they leave, the crowd gives Chris Hartt a
round of applause for his hard fought battle.  You can see an obvious
mental block of frustration across the face of, Chris Hartt.

Bisignano and JDM Superstar head up the aisle way mocking the PVW
original.  The Paladin shakes his head as he looks down.  What a night
in Stockton ... The fans were on their feet in full support as we
prepare for Heatwave tomorrow night.

[Standing before the glorious PVW banner, "Swinging" Dean Hayes is not
alone. The man next to him, head tucked under the hood of his usual
boxer's robe, is known to the world for his enormous muttonchops as
much as his armbar fetish...]

SDH: He is known as the master of the most dangerous hold in
professional wrestling, and arguably as the most accomplished ring
technician in the sport...

Fontana: Arguably?

SDH: ...but after cowering behind his pregnant wife while Tom Landis
was chasing him with a chair at End Game, he's mostly known for being
the most loathsome scumbag on the face of the earth, ladies and
gentlemen, "the Everlasting" Perry Fontana.

Fontana: Hey! Reste poli, le gros! What _is_ it with all you people,
hanh?  There was _no_ CHANCE in HELL Tom would _hit_ his sister!

SDH: Not intentionally, no.

Fontana: Bon! Alors ta _gueule_, rompipalle patetico, and move _on_.

SDH: His hands were slick with sweat and blood.  What if the chair had
slipped?

Fontana: What it? _What_ IF? It _didn't_ slip, ahhh ouais, and my
beautiful Emily is perfectly _fine_. Now...

[From his robe, the Deathless One pulls out a wrestling magazine
(featuring the beloved PVW President and CEO on its cover) and holds
it up in front of the camera.]

Fontana: If you remember my very first appearance in PVW...

SDH: She's perfectly fine, you say?  Is that why she left you?

Fontana: She didn't _leave_ me, cousin!

SDH: That's not what I heard.

Fontana: It's just a little _lover's_ quarrel, aaah OUAIS!  She'll be
right back where she belongs soon enough.

SDH: I'm not so sure about that...

Fontana: Tu la fermes, oui? You can mind your own business, cousin,
and get on with the interview!

[The two men tensely glare at each other.]

SDH: ...

[Once more, "Il Eterno" waves his wrestling publication in front of
the lens.]

Fontana: First time you saw me, they had ranked me as the fourth best
Canadian wrestler, and Justin Cruise was first. Have you read this
magazine, cousin?

SDH: I have.

Fontana: So what's my ranking now?

SDH: Best Canadian born wrestler.

Fontana: And where is Justin Cruise?

SDH: He's not included on the list.

Fontana: He isn't. That's right, aaah ouais!  And _who_ do they rank
as the most dominant technician in the world?

SDH: According to whom?

Fontana: "Pro Wrestler Monthly."

SDH: Well, then it's you.

Fontana: Aaaah OUAIS!

SDH: Although they do make a point of mentioning that if Hersher von
Donkerhardt wasn't
injured, they might have ranked him higher than second... just like
"Wrestling Observer" who gave him the top spot, above yourself.

Fontana: You're wrong. "Wrestling Observer" selected me as their top
technician.

SDH: That was last year. Their new rankings will be published next
months, and I consulted an advance copy. The Netherlands Submission
Machine is ranked first in theirs.

[The Everlasting One recoils, his ego stung.]

Fontana: You have to be _joking!_

SDH: Not at all. They aptly point out that Hersher von Donkerhardt
defeated both Gibson Hayes and Marcus Manson, which is a compelling
argument to support their rankings.

Fontana: What about this cover story right here?

[The Everlasting One takes out a new magazine called "National
Wrestling Examiner" that features Alex Martinez on the cover, the
headline reading "Martinez' Armbar Phobia" in colorful fonts.]

Fontana: This one explains that Alex Martinez deliberately lost his
match to Doc Holliday just so he could _avoid_ facing the "KING of
Armbars," Perry _Fontana_, aaah ouais!

SDH: No one takes the NWE seriously. Last month, they wrote a
'probing' article on the "Legend" Sean Darring's alien abduction, and
the colorectal implants he now bears.

Fontana: Not _all_ of their articles are dumb. It's well known that
Alex Martinez FEARS me _more_ than any other wrestler alive. The
"Black Knight" _wets_ his pants if my "AMPUTATION" is mentioned within
his earshot, cousin!

SDH: Well, that's what you claim.

Fontana: A claim Hersher von Donkerhardt can't make, so you can stop
talking about _him_ in the middle of MY interview!

SDH: Unbelievable!

[The interviewed shakes his head.]

SDH: You're angrier about Hersher von Donkerhardt taking the top rank
than about your wi-

Fontana: SHE DIDN'T _LEAVE_!

["Il Eterno" crams his finger deep into Hayes' chest.]

Fontana: And *I* am _BETTER_ than _Donkerhardt_!

SDH: Again, that's what you claim.

Fontana: This interview's _over_, cousin.

[The Deathless One bolts off, but as Dean is about to smugly
conclude...]

SDH: Well, folks, the -...

[Fontana re-emerges long enough to rip the microphone out of the
interviewers' hands and stomp off again.]

Fontana [off-screen]: Ciao!

[Hayes shrugs, and the image fades to black...]