[OPENING VIDEO FEED]

[Open to the hallway outside the locker room area. We pan from the
hall and to one of the doors, and then up from the floor and we see
who this particular door is assigned to as it has a stylized JFM
posted on it. Then from off camera we hear clinking of bottles... and
then a creepy sounding voice...]

Voice: Jessssiccaaa.... Come out and playaaay.........  Jessicaaa...
Come out and plaayayy...[if you don't get the pop culture reference...
I feel nothing but pity for you and I feel really, really old... :-( ]

[And into the scene comes the Mercenary, his weasel-in-crime partner
sitting on his shoulder. Merc approaches the door and bangs on it a
couple of time.]

Merc: Jeeessssiccccaaaa.... I know you're in there... And you know
there's no hiding from me. You've got nothing over me... You've got no
protection. 'No Chance' Mackenzie has run off, crying about how his
beloved abandoned him (a couple more bangs on the door)... You don't
have my Haliburton, and with that goes any hope of you finding out who
hired me. Hayes is out there somewhere trying to find out, but he's
running out of time... And so are you. So... (bang, bang, bang).. why
don't you just come out right now and get this over with, huh? Come
on... make it easy... Come out and plaaayaayyy... (bang, bang, bang on
the door).

[Merc plucks the weasel off his shoulder and holds him up under the
front legs, going face to face.]

Merc: So, what do you think weasel? She's not coming out, is she? (it
looks like the weasel is shaking his head in agreement, but its
probably just Merc shaking him). Yeah, you're probably right. Oh
well... I guess we'll just have to try something else, won't we?

[Merc and his pet turn from the camera, and with their backs to the
camera,  start to walk away.]

Merc: And while we're at it, why don't we find you a name?

[Camera focuses back in on the JFM nameplate and we fade out.]



+++++++++++++++++++
PVW On the Road
In Surprise, AZ
w/ Joshua Morgan
+++++++++++++++++++

Tradition always gets the company fired up.  After three years and now
five Traditions it's become a staple that this great company was
built on.  The excitement of where this company is headed had me ready
to get up early this morning and head towards Surprise, Arizona.

For the last few months PVW superstars have been making appearances
and giving back to Arizona all across the state.  In Surprise - Tom
Landis, Dan Flores, and Tommy Ryder were out and about.  Larry Gionet
was a last second scratch due to what went down at Tradition.

We are a month or so away from End Game.  And tonight we look to tie
some of those loose ends together.  To get things started a quick five
minute match happened when El Rey Dragón from the Desert whom was
accompanied to the ring by trainer, Judd Marley wrestled Masked Maniac
and defeated him with a top ropes huricanrana.  Dragón with some
shades of Senor Cloak Dos received a nice reaction from the young fans
sporting Senor Cloak Dos masks.

From there we had four matches that the fans really could appreciate.
The evening opened with two more of the Desert students coming to the
ring, Michael Perfect and "Mr. Magnificent" Dylan Douglas. Douglas is
definitely the bigger of the two, with a barrel chest and good sized
legs. His hair was cut in military fashion. He wore red wrestling
tights with white trim and Magnificent written on the back; and red
boots with white laces. Perfect came to the ring in a black singlet
with orange trim, and black boots with black laces. His hair was tied
back in a ponytail. Fire by Ferry Cortsen (feat. Simon LeBon) and too
the ring came Heat and their entourage of Arvelle "MAGIC" LaFayette
and Florine Walker-Davies. The male portion of the crowd was really
into Florine as she waved her sparklers about on the way to the ring.
MAGIC took the microphone from the Voice and gave a five minute
introduction for his men Francisco Gabriel Maximillien Isadore Osorio
Magnon, who I believe he called the Sizzler of all things Scorching
and Maxime Jean-Baptiste. There was a Max and Sal chant during the
introductions which got under the skin of the Heat.

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
HEAT v. DYLAN DOUGLAS & MICHAEL PERFECT
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
The bell sounded and Douglas and Magnon started off the match. Douglas
uses his size advantage to force Magnon into the ropes and lit his
chest up with a series of knife edges chops that he finished off by
licking his hand and just slapping the chest of Magnon as hard as he
could. Douglas whipped him across the ring and caught him with a huge
Samoan Drop. The crowd was stunned as Magnon rolled to his knees and
held his back looking at Douglas in disbelief. Magnon stood to his
feet and rubbed his chin before the two men locked up again. Once
again Douglas used his size advantage to push Magnon back to the
corner. He went for a haymaker but Magnon ducked it and forced Douglas
into the corner. Magnon drilled him with a series of forearm smashes
that kept Douglas in the corner. He kneed the mid-section of Douglas
and then caught him with a hopping kick to the face.

Magnon dragged Douglas to his corner and tagged in Baptise. Baptise
headbutted Douglas and then took him to the mat with a belly-to-belly
suplex. Baptise stayed on the offense and pulled Douglas up and
connected with a backbreaker, Baptise held him over his knee and just
threw some mean old elbows to the chest of Douglas. After the fifth
elbow Baptise tossed Douglas to the mat and just stood on his chest
for a second gloating. He then pulled Douglas up and hit the Gotta
Bring it Back, his piledriver. A couple of fans told me that Dylan
Douglas uses that as his finisher as well but Baptise nailed his and
got a two count from it. Baptise pulled Douglas up and snapped him
over with a suplex. As he stood up he stepped on the face of Douglas
and executed a boot scrape. He tagged back in Magnon who hit a running
senton on the downed Douglas.

Magnon rolled Douglas over and locked on a camel clutch taunting
Perfect, by using one of his hands to fish hook the mouth of Douglas,
as he did so. Perfect rushed in and caught the jaw of Magnon with a
quick kick that sent him sprawling off of Douglas. Magnon stood to his
feet and Douglas caught him under the jaw with a swift left hand that
rocked the rudo. Douglas crawled to his corner and tagged in Perfect.
Perfect quickly drove Magnon into the ropes with a series of right
hands and whipped him across the ring taking him up and over with a
back body drop and then he hit a diving knee to the side of Magnon's
head. Perfect pulled him to his feet and hit a running bulldog for a
two count. The crowd was enjoying the students who lasted a lot longer
in this match then they thought they would. Perfect pulled Magnon up
and Magnon used the classic Greco-roman thumb to the eye to take
charge. He nailed a beautiful Northern lights suplex for a long two
count. He stomped on the shoulder of Perfect, pulled him back to his
feet, whipped him into the ropes and did a hip gyration before Perfect
rebounded and he nail the MACHISMO. Again for a long two count.

Magnon slapped the mat and pulled Perfect to his feet and whipped him
into the corner. He drilled a shoulder block into the mid-section of
Perfect and tagged in Baptise. Baptise grabbed Perfect and lifted
Perfect for a piledriver as Magnon ascended to the second rope. SIT
DOWN, SHUT UP! The Heat nailed their spiked piledriver and that was
the match. Heat gloated the win and claimed they were going to take
back the HIT trophy. The students got a nice ovation as they left the
ringside area.

Let me take a second to plug PVW's wrestling school, The Desert.  With
the storied careers of both Marcus Anderson and Judd Marley.  The
students are getting some of the best training available to them.
Right now PVW is taking applications for the second class.

"Headstrong" by Trapt hit the PA system as Tommy Ryder came.  Trotting
to the ring, he pumped his arms and shook hands with as many of the
fans as he could reach.

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

With his weapon of choice, Smaky at his side.  Copeland emerged down
the aisle way as the fans gave him the old thumbs down and one finger
salute.

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
CHRISTIAN COPELAND v. TOMMY RYDER
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

The bell sounded and the two men glared at each other for the first
fifteen seconds or so.  Finally the two men went to lock up in a
collar-elbow tie-up, only for "The Phenom" to sort of side-step it and
immediately lock Copeland in a side headlock. Copeland quickly threw
Ryder off the ropes, then leapfrogged over him on the return. Copeland
turned around just in time to get mowed down with a big time shoulder
block that caused him to land on his head and flip over.

Ryder took advantage of Copeland in the seated position by the bottom
rope, and bounced off the opposing ropes. Ryder went for a baseball
slide but Copeland jumps up and holds on with his legs and arms to the
top rope, clinging to it for dear life as Ryder slides out to the
outside.

Christian Copeland lets go of the top rope with his legs, maneuvering
out onto the ring apron, then dives off for an aerial attack, but
Ryder quick on his feet dodges it, causing Copeland to meet the steel
guard rail.  Ryder returns to the ring and bounces off the far-ropes,
then comes running back to dive through and drove Copeland into the
railing again with a huge crowd popping suicide dive.

"For the Love of Money" by Bulletboys hit the PA system.  The fans
turned around expecting The Biz to make his way out.  The music plays
for a moment and Ryder looks around for The Biz.

Copeland now behind "The Phenom" and in one quick motion, grabs him
by the hair and tights, then launches him head-first into the steel
ring post with a loud bang. The Biz distraction got right back
in the head of his nemesis.  Copeland then rolled Ryder back inside
the ring, then made his way up onto the ring apron, and then the top
ropes.

Tommy Ryder slowly pulled himself up only to be sent back down with a
missile dropkick. Copeland hooked the leg for a two count!  Copeland
pulled Ryder right back up and then knocked the wind out of him with a
quick gutwrench gutbuster. Copeland then hit the ropes and dropped a
quick leg drop. Copeland returned to his feet and bounced off the
opposing set of ropes, hitting a senton splash. Copeland again hooked
the leg for another two count!

Copeland stayed on the offense and pulled Ryder to his feet and
scooped him up, only place him in the Tree Of Woe in the corner
instead.

Copeland gave a few boots to the gut of Ryder, then backs up to
the opposing corner. The Chemical Imbalance charged with a hang time
dropkick, only for Ryder to do an upside-down sit-up, leading
to Copeland crotching himself on the steel ring post.

Copeland unhooked his foot from the top rope, landing on the mat
safely.  Ryder then dragged Copeland back into the middle of the ring.
Tommy Ryder pulled the Chemical Imbalance to his feet and drove a few
quick forearm shots.

Ryder then grabbed Copeland from under one arm across the chest and
over the other shoulder.  He then bents them backwards over his knee
before throwing himself back and putting enough spin on Copeland so
the both land on Copeland's head and shoulders.

Ryder calls that amazing move, The Phenomenal End and it was only a
matter of time as he hooked the leg for the one, two, and three.

The fans gave Ryder a nice pop who over came the games of the Biz and
picked up a huge victory.  After the match the fans started to get
back inside the head of Copeland as he rolled out chanting;

SMACKY DOS!!!

SMACKY DOS!!!

SMACKY DOS!!!

SMACKY DOS!!!

It appears that if Copeland wants to turn his PVW career around it's
going to have to start with Senor Cloak Dos.  Who is on a hot streak.
Heatwave promo played on the PVW-Screen for tomorrow night.  They
hyped the three final Called Shot qualifying matches.  A TV
Championship title match.  And Doc Holliday steps inside the ring with
the green-skinned freak, William Craven.

[More Youtube feed.

SCENE: A top-level physical rehabilitation center in Phoenix, Arizona.

This is like most high-quality gyms, though the machinery is spaced
further out to give the medical personnel room to operate, and there
are some very specialized machines in here.  It is brightly lit, with
white walls and a light blue hard-rubber floor.  The occasional sounds
of crashing metal, verbal exhortations, and the beeps of computer
interfaces fill the background.

The foreground is filled by a very large man, seated at a comfortable
bench.  His left arm is in a heavy cast, and his face is a very sour
frown.  This is Dr. Mal Practice MD, and he is apparently not at all
comfortable about being on this end of the doctor-patient dynamic.
Mal's signature flattop salt-and-pepper hairdo, pencil-thin mustache,
and big bushy eyebrows are about all he's retained from the familiar
look we're used to seeing from him.  Gone is the labcoat, the white
trunks, and the headmirror... he's wearing black-and-gold Iowa
Hawkeyes shorts and a matching tanktop.  His black leather doctor's
bag, however, is seated on the bench next to him.

The PVW cameraman has finally tracked him down for comments on the
ongoing situation with
Mal's tag team partner, Ohno Ow (or OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHNNOO as he
is known by the billions of fans he imagines himself to have), and his
new possibly-temporary-but-now-we-don't-know tag team partner
Livestock Zappa.]

Dr. Mal Practice MD: No comment.

[The cameraman steadies himself, barely resisting a fatal heart
attack.  Well, Mal would probably have healed him.  Hopefully.  If he
was in the mood.  Eventually he'd figure out what he could bill PVW
for that and have done it.  Yeah.

...wait, did he just 'no comment'?]

[---]

DMP: ...

[We apologize, the previous descriptive bracket suffered a fatal heart
attack.  Apparently, Dr. Mal has given his first 'no comment' ever.
This is a rare event on the order of Charlie Sheen expressing
humility, LeBron James displaying any level of awareness of the
consequences of his actions, Sarah Palin saying something intelligent,
any one of the Kardashian sisters providing anything worthwhile to
society, the NCAA instituting a legitimate D-I football postseason...
I could go on and on.  Anyway, Mal continues to glare off into space,
until an even larger human being eclipses the camera view.]

Gutch: Okay stretch, you're gonna have to rein it in a little.  I need
a little somethin' extra, what with my bad wheel and all.

[Hobbling into the scene, using, of all things, a walker to support
his braced-from-hip-to-heel leg comes Gutch Bartilucci.  The fat,
balding bastard is looking the worse for wear as his hygiene has
actually gotten worse.  Whereas he would, before, come to the ring
with perhaps a days worth of stubble, he now looks like he hasn't seen
a razor in, well, approximately the full month he's been down.  This
wouldn't look quite so bad if it weren't for Gutch's hairline growing
in a horse shoe shape with a thin, inch wide strip of hair growing
like a freakish mohawk up the center.

Mal looks over to the nearly four feet of bench space to his right,
sighs, and shifts over
three inches.]

Gutch: Yeah, I guess that'll do.  My ass takes some accomodatin',
y'know.

[Gutch plops down on the bench, which creaks in a manner that seems to
want to know in what way it so displeased God to have the equivalent
of five normal sized human beings sitting on it.  The over-four-
hundred-pound lawyer props his leg up in a sling-like loop in the
walker that keeps the leg straight and elevated.]

Gutch: Man, can't wait until this damned brace comes off but at least
it's better than that paper mache garbage they make casts out of.  At
least I don't gotta be afraid of this thing crumblin' to dust.

[Mal remains silent as Gutch presses him, looking at him with probing
eyes.]

Gutch: So how come you ain't healed yet?  I mean, y'know, set aside
the fact that you're actually in shape but I thought you had
superhuman recuperative abilities or some *BLEEP*.  Patch yourself up
with spit and earwax or whatever.

DMP: That's Turtle Wax and sorgum, actually.  I did.  But there is
still a rehabilitation period.  Surgery for this kind of injury would
normally have kept me out until September, had I used the typical
clumsy efforts of "modern" medicine.  I'll be out of this cast today,
provided there are no further setbacks.

Gutch: Yeah.  I'm gettin' rid of this piece of garbage today or
tomorrow.  They tell me I still gotta walk with a cane.  Actually, I'd
be doin' it now but they say they gotta wait on the special made
thing.  It's like ... Titanium aluminum ... carbide ... whatever, it's
strong.  Gonna be sweet.  I figure next show I can whack somebody with
it!

DMP: Yes, yes, I know what you mean.  I'm already preparing the
paperwork to keep myself in the hard cast for a few extra weeks after
returning, because they make clotheslines so much more fun...
notthatIwouldbefakinganything, mind you!   It is just a sensible safe
precaution!

Gutch: Seriously.  I'd wrap that badass cane around somebody's head at
the first opportunity 'cept it's so strong no way it'll wrap.  Figure
first guy to give me any guff I turn into a vegetable, Jersey style!
Or New York.  Wherever the *BLEEP* I'm from.  Stupid pain pills...

DMP: Just for your information, I have a can of Raid in my doctor's
bag.  Because it works better than pepper spray.

Gutch: Uh, yeah, well, y'know I didn't mean you.  And poison in the
face?  Now that'd be a pretty badass foreign object.

[Pause for a moment.  Then Gutch chimes in again.]

Gutch: So, hey, Mal, any clue where the "Jin' Buffet" is?  I know,
it's kinda weird to ask...

[That made Mal quirk one of his big eyebrows.  He turns to look
quizzically at Gutch.]

DMP: That's Ohno's favorite restaurant here in Arizona; he goes there
pretty much every time he's anywhere near Tempe.

Gutch: I called 'Stock after the show, figured we could grab a bite,
right?  Turns out he was already there but he "didn't have time" to
give me directions.

DMP: It's a buffet, Gutch.  They try to shut down when they see _me_
coming, let alo...
wait, what?  LIVESTOCK was there?!

Gutch: Yeah, y'know, I was wantin' to go next time.  Damned GPS gives
me fits when I try to find someplace specific a--

DMP: OHNO DIDN'T EVEN SHOW ME WHERE IT WAS FOR MONTHS!  He was all,
"you have to learn Chinese customs before I can let you go there", and
even then he still didn't want me to go with him most of the time!
Because his Chinese friends hang out there and... does Livestock speak
Chinese?

Gutch: No!  Wait, yes!  Maybe ... just a little.  Enough to hit on
Chinese chicks.

DMP: And he took him there already?!  Do you know what this means?!

[Gutch's eyes bug out with a horrible realization.]

Gutch: Dude ... 'Stock's swingin' limp!?  That explains why he keeps
screwin' up with girls.  That explains everything!

DMP: That's right!  Our partners have aban... waitwaitwait, I don't
think I meant what you think I meant...

Gutch: Aw man, that's why he's been tryin' to make me lose weight!
He's been checkin' me out!  I mean, *BLEEP*, why'd he even notice?  He
was lookin' at my sweet round ass is why!  It all makes sense!

DMP: Considering your finishing move...ment?  I think you're safe.
...wait, NO, that is not what I meant!  I mean Ohno has just gone
ahead and chosen this dimwit lawyer as a permanent replacement for me!
ME!

Gutch: So what?  You and Ohno are an item then?

[Gutch takes a nice big homophobic slide away from Mal, but there's no
more room on the
bench, so he slides off and flumps to the ground with a loud splat.]

Gutch: OW!  Freakin' ow!

[The sudden exit of 400+ pounds of counterbalance causes the bench to
flip over,  unceremoniously dumping Mal on the opposite side of the
bench.]

Gutch: Uh, not that there's anything wrong with that.  I'm from the
east coast, I think, and we're all open-minded and *BLEEP*.

DMP: NO!  I am perfectly heterosexual, just ask my wife.  She's always
catching me ogling young women!  Uh... I mean, she accuses me of that,
but I assure you, I watch Cinemax after dark for the gripping
storylines and riveting drama.

Gutch: Hey, same in my house ... well, okay, that's why my Rosa says
she
watches it.  I just like tits.  Say, what's your wife look like?  You
guys swing?

[A moment of silence as both giants sit on the floor, eyes locked.
Mal glares at Gutch who purses his lips and shrugs.]

DMP: ANYway, so we have a problem.  Namely, our respective tag team
partners are growing far too comfortable with one another, and if we
don't take immediate action, they'll name their team.  And you know
what that means.

Gutch: Nope.  We never got a name so, y'know ... what's the point?

DMP: *sigh* It means permanency.  It means they're a tag team, and
we're both out of luck.

Gutch: So hold up, a team ain't permanent until it's got a name ...
and
we never got a name.  Oh man, we never got a name!

[Uh, oh.  Gutch pushes himself up to his feet with a wide-eyed
expression of disbelief and dread.]

Gutch: Aw man, it all makes sense!  He was using me!  I was, uh,
whattayacall ... a placeholder!  A tool so he could get them belts and
move on to a better partner!  Oh crap!  Now he's the big man!  That's
what a team is, right?  Big guy small guy, that's the dynamic!  What
am I, anyway!?  Fat guys can't be wrestlers!  What is this?  1984!?

[Working himself up into a tizzy, Gutch tries to stand, pitifully,
then resigns himself to his concrete floor seat.]

DMP: Oh, brother.

Gutch: No!  I can see the tassels!  So many tassels!  AND BAD
FEATHERED MULLETS!  Oh no, all the valets cover their cleavage and
lady wrestlers have lovehandles!  WHAT A WORLD!



[Gutch is slammed against the nearby wall by Mal, who has struck him
in the side of the head in mid-rant with his trusty doctor's bag.]

DMP: That was merely a bad case of the cephaloposterous virus, which
can be cured by sudden and shocking blunt trauma to the skull.  You're
cured!  So you can stop ranting now.

Gutch: Wow!  You are good!  Think it loosened up my ear wax too 'cause
I can hear better!

DMP: So, let me try one more time, with the kind of specificity that
lawyers apparently require: our totally-platonic heterosexual friends,
who are in no way in a love-lust-or-otherwise relationship with us,
who are also heterosexual, have decided to keep their Tag Team
Championships and forget all about their actual tag team partners.  If
we do not act in-a-completely-non-Detson/Lopez-way soon, then we will
be unemployed because Zeke Craven is an asshole and he's going to
follow the gold.

Gutch: Okay, so ... eggfart on Ohno!  Badass!  Wow, Mal, you're pretty
awesome, y'know that?

DMP: That is NOT what I meant.

Gutch: Well, no, see ... no more Ohno means I get 'Stock back and I'm
champ again.  What's the issue?

DMP: Because then I don't have a tag team partner!

Gutch: I don't get it.

DMP: ...because... because...

[Mal has to think for a moment to come up with something.  Ah, but
eventually, he does.]

DMP: ...because then PVW would use the injury as an excuse to give Sal
and Max the tag team titles.  You know they want to!

Gutch: Aw, gah-DAMN slacking man-boys, with their multicultural
bull*BLEEP*.  Okay, I get it, affirmative action strikes again!  Thank
you ACLU!  I don't get why those two little snots are so popular
anyway.  I mean, *BLEEP*, it ain't fair!  I had to go to law school to
get where I am today!  I don't even think they graduated high school!

DMP: So, clearly we have to make them choose.  Fortunately, as a
medical genius visionary, I always keep detailed plans on hand for any
such emergency.

[Mal dips into the doctor's bag, and pulls out a tabbed accordion-
folder, with files in each pleat.  He reaches between the tabs marked
"PLAN IN CASE OF TERRORIST THREAT AT ARENA" and "PLAN IN CASE OF
KEENING-MARSHALL FAMILY INTERMARRIAGE" to the tab marked "PLAN IN CASE
OF TAG TEAM PARTNER DESERTING IN FAVOR OF OTHER TAG TEAM PARTNER".
Gutch looks at all of these files with an impressed expression.]

Gutch: Damn!  Where are you pullin' all this stuff out from?  And
why's that folder empty?  "Plan in case of Idiots Destroying
Everything because of their Fragile Egos"?  That is one LONG title,
man.

DMP: I'm an NFL fan; I had to use that one last week.  Anyway, enough
of this.  Forget waiting in the queue for two hours while the fool
using the machine I need bumbles through a rehab session like Doc
Holliday bumbles through the English language.  We have more important
things to do...

[Leaning hard on his walker, Gutch manages to stand in spite of his
rod-straight leg.  Breathing hard from the awkward action, he braces
himself with both hands and kicks with his one good leg, using the
walker like a scooter.]

Gutch: Damn, that's it, I gotta have the doctor take this brace off.
And a real handi-scooter!  Yo Mal, gimme that actually pertinent
folder, I'm curious.

[Mal and Gutch begin to head out; as they do, Gutch starts reading
through the file as we fade.]

Gutch: Not bad.  Not bad.  Hold up, Nitroglycerin?  We talkin' the
stuff for the heart or the stuff they make dynamite with?  Either way,
I'm on board, but still...

[Sadly, we don't hear the answer to that, as the scene fades out
completely.]

"Attention Whore" by Deadmau5 & Melleefresh hit the PA system and the
duo of Jessica Marshall and "Highlight" Chance McKenzie begins to
emerge from the backstage area.	 It changes to "Driven" by Sevendust
and his tag team partner, Larry Gionet comes out to a roaring chorus
of boos.  Chants starting pouring out -

YOU HAVE NO HEART !!!

YOU HAVE NO HEART !!!

YOU HAVE NO HEART !!!

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

It changes to "Afternoon Delight" by Starland Vocal Band as Flores is
joined by his fellow "DAN" partner, Danny Daniels.  The two men stand
towards the top stage side-by-side.  They begin heading down the aisle
way as the fans give the two men a solid pop.

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
FLORES & DANIELS v. MCKENZIE & GIONET
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

Flores and Gionet started the match for their respected teams.  The
fans continue to let Gionet hear their disapproval for stabbing his
friends in the back.  He could be in the running for the most hated
man of the night award.  If it wasn't for the fact we have Johnny
Detson still to wrestle.

The two technical guru's locked up in the center of the ring.  The two
men fought for positioning.  Gionet forces Flores into the corner
where referee Lou Crowe broke the two men apart.  Gionet backed off
briefly, then went right back on the attack putting the boots to Dan
Flores in the corner.  Gionet sent Flores across with an Irish whip,
and charged after him.  Flores never hit the turnbuckles instead leapt
up onto the second rope and dove off into a charging Giont, taking him
down with a big shoulder tackle.

Flores then locked the PVW Warrior into a chin lock/neck wrench
submission hold.  He drug Gionet over into his corner on his knees
where he tagged in Danny Daniels.  Daniels gave Gionet a boot into the
gut.  Flores released the submission hold and Daniels took over with
right hands.  Daniels then sent Gionet into the ropes and nailed him
with a dropkick and quickly made a cover that Gionet kicked out at
two.

Daniels again tried to send Gionet into the ropes, but this time the
PVW Warrior reversed it and Daniels was nailed in the mid-back by a
knee from Chance McKenzie from the outside ring apron.  Daniels
stagged right into a spear by Larry Gionet who then tagged Chance
McKenzie in the match.

McKenzie went up and over the top ropes with a leg drop right across
the throat area of Danny Daniels and hooked the leg for a quick two
count.	McKenzie pulls Daniels right back up and slams him head
forward into the turnbuckle.  He then leaps up onto the shoulders of
the Supreme Champion and rolls him backwards with another pinning
attempt that Daniels powers right back out at the two count.

McKenzie shakes his head swearing Lou Crowe missed the three count.
He hops back onto his feet and charges across and leaps into an asai
moonsault and lands right onto the knees of Danny Daniels.  Both men
eventually made it to their feet and McKenzie ducked under a big right
hand and on the rebound attempted a flying crossbody, but the Supreme
Champion caught him and crushed him with a powerslam for a nearfall!

Daniels now with the upperhand locked on an armwringer and pulled him
to his corner and tagged in Flores.  Daniels lifted the right arm up
and Flores kicked the exposed rib section.  He then locked a butterfly
suplex and planted McKenzie down on his back.  Flores then pulled the
Human Highlight Reel in with a dragon sleeper to keep him at bay.

The fans cheered on the man who defeated McKenzie a few months ago to
qualify for the Called Shot.  As he locked the sleeper on, Gionet came
firing out of his corner with a big boot into the head breaking the
hold.  The referee quickly there to force the PVW Warrior into his
corner and Danny Daniels rolled his partner out and then attempted to
mimic Flores by putting McKenzie in a dragon sleeper.

Lou Crowe back on the job looked at Daniels who looks nothing like
Flores and began to question what just happened.  Forcing Daniels to
break the hold ...  Daniels tried did a palm slapping with his hands
saying he made the tag.  Meanwhile Gionet stepped back into the ring
and yanked McKenzie more towards his corner and retreated to the
apron.

Lou Crowe finally allowed Daniels to continue and as Daniels went to
grab McKenzie he dived tagging Gionet  back inside the ring.  The PVW
Warrior came roaring into the match as the fans continued to boo
Gionet with big stiff closed right fists.  Danny Daniels was quickly
reeling as Gionet backed him into the corner.  Once Daniels was backed
into the corner he began tossing stiff closed range knee shots.

Gionet sent Daniels out with a big Irish Whip... Daniels rebounded out
and right into a short-arm clothesline.  Gionet yanked him back up and
sent him crashing back into the mat with a big time belly-to-belly
suplex.	 Gionet back up and as Daniels pushes himself to his feet he
is just crushed with a leaping shining wizard!

Gionet drops down for another cover and at the two mark, Daniels gets
his foot on the bottom ropes.  Gionet retags in McKenzie who leaps
from the top ropes onto Daniels and hooks the leg _again_ but this
time Flores is in to break the count.

McKenzie now retags in Gionet as the two heels worked really well
together for it being their first time.  Gionet came roaring out with
a mafia kick, but Daniels got out of the way and Gionet's foot was
stuck in the corner.  Daniels grabs the back of Gionets head and drops
him down with a big time inverted DDT!

THUUUUD!

The fans gave Double D a big time POP as Dan Flores extended his hand.
Daniels turned and dropped down making the hot tag that may of been
the loudest the arena was for the night.  The fans really do dig the
"Dan Tandem"  who would have ever thought after the Sinister and Danny
Daniels war?

Flores came roaring out ... Chance was the first to meet him and he
was taken down by a running dropkick.  Flores leaped back up and hit
Gionet who reached his feet with a jawbreaker.  Gionet stumbled back
into the corner and Flores hopped around and hit a big bulldog from
the second ropes.

Daniels made it back inside the ring and met McKenzie who raised back
to his feet with a head butt.  He then dropped the Highlight reel with
a gutwrench suplex.  The Dan Team has the fans on their feet going
wild.  They both picked up their respected opponents and whipped them
across sending McKenzie and Gionet crashing into one another!

Daniels then grabbed the back of McKenzie's head and sent him through
the middle of the ropes and to the outside cement and followed right
behind him.  Flores hit Gionet with a running necksnap and then hooked
the leg!

One ... Two ... Three ... NO!  Gionet shot a shoulder up and Flores
quickly pulled the PVW Warrior up.  He went to send Gionet into the
ropes, but the PVW Warrior reversed it ... TILT-A-WHIRL ....


CRACCCCCCCK!

Rib Cracker!  The brutal move that Gionet has used to send wrestlers
in the past onto the shelf.  Flores rolled on the mat holding his
ribs.  As Gionet shook the cobwebs.  He raised Flores to his feet who
didn't know how to quit.  Even though he was in severe pain after that
move he unloaded some rights ... However Gionet drilled him with a
stunning palm strike and then grabbed the back of his head and drove
it
down into a raising knee.  This set him up to be hit with his reverse
tombstone piledriver, Darkness Falls for the shocking one, two, three!

Daniels rolled back inside the ring just after the three count.  He
leapt around as if he was defending himself from all angles from
anymore "ninja attack".  Gionet was joined by McKenzie who raised
their hands in victory as Jessica Marshall looked on satisfied.

While McKenzie looked distracted. Gionet looked to have refocused
this match.  It will be interesting to hear what the PVW Warrior has
to say on Heatwave about cutting ties with Chris Hartt and Caleb
Foley.  I expect they will be as forgiving as the Arizona fans.

Meanwhile the Dan Tandem have had their ups and down as they head to
End Game and the Called Shot match.  The Mercenary showed up post
match at the entrance way to a nice crowd reaction.  Marshall with
McKenzie and Gionet close by invited him to come down, but Mercenary
just wanted to make sure they realized that he was still around and
they had something of his.

After the match cleared 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.

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.

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.

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

Out struts Johnny Detson dressed in his standard long gold tights and
black boots.  He begins waving to the crowd, paying no attention to
the negative reaction he's receiving.

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
LANDIS v. DETSON
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

The bell rang and the two wrestling veterans made their way to the
center of the ring, nose to nose.  Detson begins to ask what Tom
Landis thinks he is doing in "his" ring.  The San Antonio veteran just
stands there unphased.  Detson asks again and this time added a little
extra with a shove.  The fans let out a kick his ass pop as Landis
began unloading with rights!

Landis then sent him across the ropes and took him down hard with a
clothesline.  Landis quickly yanked the self proclaimed PVW President
and CEO.  He locked on a side headlock that found him being forced
across.  Detson dropped to his stomach as Landis hopped over him.
Detson then went for a hiptoss that was blocked by Landis.  He yanked
him in closely and sent Detson across with a big belly to belly
suplex.

Landis right behind the frustrated Detson with an abdominal stretch.
He yanks back applying pressure until Detson breaks out with a side
hiptoss.  Landis right back up as Detson charges ducking under a
clothesline and Detson with a low dropkick that drills Tom in the
knee.  Detson grabs the arm of Landis and begins to lock on an armbar,
but Landis who had just went through an armbar marathon is able to
push Detson aside and counter out.

Detson quickly jabs a thumb in the eye socket of Landis to try and
slow this early momentum down that he has.  He then grabs and lifts
Landis up with a knee breaker.  And Detson follows and takes Landis
down with a Russian leg sweep.

Only grabbing a one and a half count.  Detson quickly putting Landis
into a chinlock to keep the early to mid match advantage.   Detson
held the hold demanding the referee to check on Landis.  Only to have
Landis raise to his feet and toss back an elbow.  He reached back and
tossed another.  He grabbed the arm of Detson and whipped him into the
corner with an Irish whip and as Detson bounced out he was lifted high
in the air with a big atomic drop.  Detson continued to reel as Landis
charged ... Backbody drop by Detson sent Tom Landis up and over the
top ropes to the outside.

Both these two veterans continued to show the PVW fans why they are
two of the best this industry has.  Detson who doesn't use the top
ropes as much as he used to in his earlier days climbed the top ropes
and leapt off with an elbow crashing it on the skull of Landis.
Detson then charged Landis forward and sent him crashing into the ring
steps with a loud clang.

He grabbed that arm that Fontana worked over pretty heavily at
Tradition V and slammed it down against the steps.  He then began
kicking Landis as he laid across those steps.

CLANG!

CLANG!

CLANG!

CLANG!

As referee Mark Barnett reached an eight count.  Detson rolled Landis
back in and slingshotted himself over with a knee drop and another
quick cover that resulted in a two count near fall.  Detston then
turned Landis over and locked on his Reality Check, Elevated Boston
Crab.

The fans started to rally behind Tom Landis in full support firing up
the fan favorite and he launched himself forward just reaching the
ropes.  Detson still in the "I can do whatever I want" mind frame
forced the referee to break the hold.

Detson leapt off to a chorus of boos.  Detson is quickly becoming one
of the most hated men by the PVW fans.  As he turned around to pull
Landis to his feet he was rolled up in an inside cradle!

One ... Two ... Thr ... No Detson powered out at the last mil-second
he could have.  Both men on their feet and Detson taken down by a
standing dropkick.  European uppercut ... European uppercut and
Detson was backed up in the corner.   Landis took off and running knee
to the face!

Detson stumbled out trying to swing and stay on his feet and Landis
lifted himself up on the second rope and hit a flipover ace crusher
that he calls Diamond Dust  for the two count!

Detson just placed a foot on the bottom ropes and the fans thought it
was over.  Landis pulled Detson back up and started to lift him in a
brainbuster suplex, but Detson shifted his feet and landed behind him.
As Landis turned he was just drilled out of nowhere with that Johnny
Kick!

TWAAAAAAP!

The fans gasped into a loud chorus of boos.  This only made the self
proclaimed President and CEO smile bigger.  He dropped down with a
half-hearted cover that Landis kicked out of.  He then started to pull
Landis to his feet ... Landis shoved Detson off him and grabbed the
wrist of the "CEO" and turned it into a wrist-clutch monkey flip!
Detson right back up and spinebuster by Landis!

Landis then pulled Detson up and started to go for the crossed-arms
powerbomb, but a low blow by Detson ended that.  Landis stumbled
backwards and a _second_ Johnny Kick sent him _right_ back down to the
mat seeing stars.

Detson then dropped down on the mat for the cover and as Mark
Barnett's palm hit the mat for the second time he placed his feet up
on the middle ropes for extra leverage in picking up that third count
for the victory.

After the match Detson's hand was raised and Tom Landis shook his head
not happy with the demeanor on how the "President and CEO" of PVW
picked up the win.  Detson added more salt into the wound by offering
his hand to Landis like if he was saying - "Nice try Tom!"

Landis was the better man and left the ring as the show came to a
closure.  The fans are hyped for Heatwave tomorrow night as Doc
Holliday is set to take on William Craven in the main event.  And we
continue to head towards End Game!

Herk Douglas announced that PVW superstars will be making time to sign
autographs and take pictures with the fans in twenty minutes for
anyone who would like to stay.  I have to say that I am proud to work
for a company that attempts to give back to the fans that make our
wonderful lives possible like the PVW does. Until next time stay safe
and wear your PVW merchandise with pride.