[Viewers of the "Motocross Madness" 8pm Sunday broadcast on SSN are
disappointed tonight as a still graphic appears on the screen,
depicting a man in jumpsuit and helmet, riding his dirt bike, and
about 50' up in the air, and the MM logo in the lower right.  A
narrating voice chimes in.]

Narrator: Motocross Madness will not be seen tonight so that
Strickland Sports can bring you a special presentation.

[That dry, plain-spoken statement segues neatly into an equally drab
scene, depicting Dex Willingham, owner of PVW, sitting behind a very
large desk in a stately office.  Dex has his hands folded before him,
and addresses the camera directly.]

DW: Hello, wrestling fans.  My name is Dex Willingham.  You may know
me as the owner of Phoenix Valley Wrestling.  While I do apologize to
the folks expecting to watch young men on motorcycles during this
time, I have to say it's an exciting day if you love wrestling.  You
see, a deal has been brokered, and a minority share of PVW has been
sold to this gentleman right here.

[From stage right comes a middle-aged man with a ring of white hair
around his head.  He's well-dressed, neatly groomed, and strides with
the confidence of someone accustomed to heady business dealings.
Willingham stands to meet him, and the two shake hands.]

DW: Mister Ron Strickland of Ohio's Strickland Media.  Welcome, Ron.

[Strickland nods, smiling at his new business partner, then turns to
the camera, which zooms in on him as he speaks.]

RS: Hello.  As the man said, my name is Ron Strickland.  I'm no on-
screen high roller, folks.  Nor do I care to throw my weight around.
What I am is a man with a passion for professional wrestling. I always
liked it, and when my nephew became a bigshot on the Atlantic Coast in
the '90s, I was convinced to purchase a company outright.  For those
of you with longer memories, that company was the Atlantic Coast
Wrestling Alliance, which became the American Continental Wrestling
Alliance.  A lawsuit shut the ACWA down, and attempts at
revitalization in the form of JJG resulted in little more than
disappointment.

With Mr. Willingham here, however, a seasoned professional in this
business, and with the media resources at my disposal, I'm confident
that Phoenix Valley, whose growth to this point has been non-existent,
will become a powerhouse in the wrestling landscape.

So, what does this mean to you, the Phoenix Valley fan?  Not much,
except that the product you're used to will be displayed on basic
cable, and the experience you've enjoyed will now be offered to
the entire world.  Oh, and over time, production values will increase.

[Dex Willingham steps into the shot.]

DW: This move came about when Ron here, seeing the way we sold out the
Armory, said to himself “I see money”.  After all, if we can sell
tickets, then we can sell ad time, right?

RS: That's right Dex.  PVW already has a solid roster with talent to
spare, and I believe that the promotional spots will sell themselves
after our advertisers see tonights program.

DW: And now, without further ado ... Phoenix Valley Wrestling
presents: Rise from the Ashes.

[A scorched, ashen scene presents itself to the viewers at home, and
smoldering flames still burn here and there.  Husks of buildings
litter the landscape, and a single silhouetted figure steps up onto
the roof of one of these husks, raises a pole, and the flag atop it
bursts into flame.  The camera zooms in, as the flag starts to wave,
swung back and forth by the man, clearly Major Damage, whose eyes now
glow red.  The instrumental beginnings to "Riot", by Three Days Grace
plays.

Cut down to ground level.  Big Charles Lassiter steps out from a
blackened saloon, and pumps his fist in rhythm with the bass beat of
the music.  Pan over, showing Damage now facing Lassiter, and pumping
the flag pole in time with the amnesiac hometown boy.]

#If you feel so empty,#
#so used up, so let down.#
#If you feel so angry,#
#So ripped off, so stepped on.#

[Rounding the corner, the massive Jonathan Monarch looks across at
Lassiter, then up at Damage, and thumps the heel of his ham-like fist
on the brick wall beneath the Major.  Coming only halfway out from
behind the wall, Paul Styles looks out from behind his titanic
bodyguard, his chin in his hand, and nods with the bass beat.]

#You're not the only one,#
#refusing to back down.#
#You're not the only one,#
#So get uuuuup!#

[Behind Lassiter the Wildcards appear, "Black" Jack Baldwin and Judd
Marley, glaring up hatefully towards the gathering on the other side.
Baldwin thumps his massive chest with a fist, and Marley pats him on
the shoulder, both keeping rhythm as the hook grabs the viewers at
home and throttles them by the eardrums.]

#LET'S START A RIOT, A RIOT!#
#LET'S START A RIOT!#

[Chaotic, rapid-fire clips of PVW action play.  CKD Abdullah hits an
ipponzei; The Gutch crushes a man in the corner; Chris Hartt hooks a
crossface chickenwing on a victim, and the Spectre hits a fisherman's
piledriver.]

#LET'S START A RIOT, A RIOT!#
#LET'S START A RIOT!#

[More clips: Livestock Zappa crushes someone with a belly-to-back
superplex; Johnny Oakes nails an opponent with a hangman's
neckbreaker; Christopher Michaelson hits a superkick; Rob Cole
blatantly chokes some unlucky bastard.  Cut back to the scorched
landscape, where all the men from the clips have gathered, and many
more.]

#If you feel so filthy,#
#so dirty, so *censored* up.#
#If you feel so walked on,#
#So painful, so pissed off.#

[As both sides get themselves more and more worked up, cut to show
Livestock and the Gutch, who consult briefly, looking over some papers
in their briefcases, and depart, sneakily.  For no good reason, PVW's
jobber squad join up, splitting up among the sides, filling out the
ranks and completing the roster]

#You're not the only one,#
#Refusing to go down.#
#You're not the only one,#
#so get uuuuup!#

[From amongst the heels to the fore steps Chase Williams, raising the
PVW championship belt, pointing, and shouting.  On the other side
Caleb Foley steps out as well, waving back to the throng of wrestlers,
and then running forward.  Both sides charge, making a mad dash across
the landscape, their feet kicking up massive clouds of black powder.]

#LET'S START A RIOT, A RIOT!#
#LET'S START A RIOT!#

[Just before the two armies of wrestlers collide in the center of
their ashen battlefield, the burning flag carried by Major Damage
becomes a flashpoint, bursting and filling the screen.  The CG flames
then become a logo.  An animated CG Phoenix forms from the flames,
creating a black field for its background, raises its head, and keens.
The image then becomes static, text and an image of the planet earth
coming from all sides of the screen, and forming the PVW logo.  Flames
burst at the bottom of the screen, and finally, the screen reads

"Phoenix Valley Wrestling: Rise from the Ashes".

Another burst of flame, and we cut to the Armory, which is filled to
the rafters with screaming wrestling fans.  A panning aerial shot
establishes that the set is pretty much the same, but the relatively
small projection screen has been replaced with an LED screen typically
reserved for roadside advertised.  Definitely higher-end.]

#LET'S START A RIOT, A RIOT!#
#LET'S START A RIOT!#

[Cut down to ringside to find Chip Williams and "Putter" Preston
Winfield at the announce table.]

CL: What a huge announcement to start out a historic night!  We are
live on Strickland Sports Network with three hours of live
uninterrupted Wrestling!  I am Chip Lester and always my partner next
to me is the infamous, "Putter" Preston Winfield.

PW: PVW is growing and that is good news for wrestling fans in the
South West. Tonight we have an action studded line up and we
promise to back our words up and deliver an unforgettable night.
THREE championship matches are lined up, when RJ Souza steps
into the ring with his former best friend in a slugger on a Pole match
for the PVW Heritage title.

CL: The PVW Tag Team division has been going full steam.  The
Prophets, Wild Cards, Royal Family, and so many more will clash
tonight in a Bedlam rules Gauntlet match.  One of eight teams will
stand on that proverbial mountain.

PW: In the main event Chase Williams defends the PVW Heavyweight
Championship against the nineteen year old stand out.  Caleb
Foley has been on a tear and secured himself the number one contender
spot even though he lost at Tradition.   Tonight with his family in
attendance can Caleb Foley pull out the upset or will his luck run
out?

CL: Speaking of Caleb Foley's family let me say it's an honor having
his father in attendance tonight.  We all understand how much it's
taken for his father to sit watching his son wrestle in an opportunity
of a life time.  How emotional will it get if Caleb Foley defeats
Chase Williams infront of his turmoil ill father.

PW: It's a nice thought, but unlikely.

CL: We have five other outstanding matches through out the night and
with a show of this magnitude you can expect a few surprises sprinkled
in. However before we get too much further I am getting word that we
have an earlier taped apology by Rob Cole.

PW: It's about time!

CL: This should be interesting.

[The Scene opens with Rob Cole standing in front of a PVW banner,
dressed in a black suit and tie with white collar shirt.  His hair is
pulled back into a topknot and he’s obviously gotten a clean shave,
manicuring his goatee to a presentable fashion.  He removes a pair of
glasses from his breast pocket, placing them before his eyes before
opening a folded piece of paper in his hands.  He clears his throat. ]

RC: The PVW management wishes for me to come out here and offer an
apology to the young lady I brutalized some weeks ago.  I am here
tonight to offer my deepest regrets. a three time prom queen, former
cheerleader, and hometown darling shivers in fear and hurt because of
my actions.

[Cole shakes his head and chuckles… he lifts his gaze to the camera
and removes his glasses, licking his lips as he tosses them aside.
The mirth and merriment are quickly shoved aside as Coles’ eyes grow
dark, cold, and hateful...]

RC: Good.  My regrets are with the fact that people seem to think
there are no consequences for their actions… that they can go through
life saying and doing whatever they want without fear of reprisal.
The moment the Masked Outlaw chose a pretty face to deliver his
message, he knew the consequences he risked with that little girl.  I
never came out here and claimed to be a hero... I never claimed to be
the "good" guy... and maybe that makes me a bully, a monster, or any
number of other things.  Masked Outlaw wants to play a game of
"gotcha", you're a freakin’ idiot.  Seriously? Gotcha’?

[Cole whines... ]

RC: "You brought up politics!"  "You got beat by man X, person Y, and
then you bullied poor innocent bystander Z."  "Waah, waah, waah."

[Cole plays an imaginary violin… rolling his eyes with disgust.]

RC: I'm Rob Cole… I hurt people who cross my path.  I don't care if
it’s some ditz you hired from a talent agency, the president of the
PVW, or some poor suit with a court summons... my job is to hurt
people.  If you're still shocked at this point, after ten years of my
doing this to people... if you still haven't figured out what lengths
I'm willing to go to, than you really do represent everyone I've ever
brutalized in this business.  You represent every other joke that's
ever stepped in the ring with a two-dollar catch phrase, every moron
that ever thought I was just a passing fad, and ten years later I'm
still doing this thing while everyone else hung up their tights and
called in quits.  Ten years!!!  Twelve on one beat downs, exploding
barbed wire, steel cages, chairshots, tazers, giants, shooters, high-
flyin' SOOOPASTAH'sssss…. The best, the worst, the mediocre, the
dirtiest, the cleanest, the nicest, and the meanest.  TEN YEARS!!!!
That is one full decade... that is one full generation of professional
wrestlers, through the age of Attitude, the age of Monday Night Wars,
the rise and fall of Extreme, the evolution, the new age, and today...
NOW!!! HERE!!!! IN PHOENIX VALLEY WRESTLING!!!!!

[Cole pauses, his hair having fallen loose during his tirade... he
takes a deep breath and smirks, shaking his head.  He licks his lips
and loosens his tie for a moment.]

RC: Which Cole are you going to face?  The monster, the man, the
legend, the veteran, the bully... yeah, though you walk through the
shadow of death, you should be afraid, Masked Man.  You face them all.
I'm not one or the other… I'm ten years of brutality come to remind
this business what it means to give sweat and blood. I've come here to
offer an apology... if you thought I was something else, if you
thought you were handling some other sort of wrestler, if you thought
you knew me... then I apologize for not meeting your expectations.
I'm very sorry to tell you... but I really am the Monster Beneath the
Bed.

[Slowly fade back to the announcers.]

CL: An apology only Rob Cole can make.  Tonight he will step into that
ring with the man who claims to represent the past victims of Rob
Cole.

PW: Wait a second that wasn't an apology.

[A slight pause.]

CL: Will we finally find out who stands behind that mask?  There has
been many of guesses, but the laundry list of Rob Cole's past victims
are longer then we have time for.  It could be nearly anyone in this
industry.

PW: I don't care who it is.  All I care is that he makes Rob Cole pay
for the way he treated that lovely lady.

CL: That match amongst others will come up later tonight.  However for
now it's time to dip into those surprises I was just talking about.
It's time for the anticipated debut of Omnifly!

PW: Finally we get to see the superstar from Moscow!

CL: What makes you think he is Russian?

PW: Isn't he a former KGB agent?

CL: I've heard those rumors.

PW: Either way it'll be nice to get some real talent around here.

[Herk Douglas steps in the ring as the Phoenix crowd goes wild as we
prepare for our first match of the night.]

HD: We would like to welcome you to Rise From the Ashes!

[PVW Chant!]

HD: This match is scheduled for one fall.

[The smooth intro of Common's "Southside" pumps out from the PA
system. The fans let loose with a modest pop.]

# La, la, la, la, la - and everybody say #
# La, la, la, la, la - I know you, I know you... #

HD: Coming to the ring at this time ...

[The bass heavy, upbeat track finally kicks in ...]

# I know you're thinking, thinking that it must be #
# Armor-All flow 'cause it never get rusty #
# I ain't gotta say it, man dawg trust me #
# Bust somebody head, G.L.C. where was we? #

HD: ... from Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at 222 pounds,


Here is....


CKD Abdullah !!!!


[CKD Abdullah enters the arena, garbed in a black headband, black
singlet, black pants with white stripes, black boots, black elbow pads
on both elbows, and padded black gloves. The fans cheer as the young
African American grappler storms towards ringside.]

# Still rock the Prada 'fore that, rock the Starter #
# Ni**as had the Georgetown, the Magic way harder #
# Thinking back to the projects, and they way they tore 'em all up #
# Like when I do a project, and come back and tear the mall up #

[Inside the ring, CKD Abdullah climbs to the second turnbuckle and
gazes out at the crowd. He raises both arms triumphantly.]

# We coming from the.. #
# South (side), South (side) #
# South (side), South (side) #
# South (side), South (side) #
# South (side), Side of the Chi #

[He then springs off the turnbuckle and prepares for action.]

CL: Abdullah looks motivated to turn his losing streak around tonight.

PW: Just don't say the name 'rebirth' around him or he may take off
running and we will never see him again.

CL: The Spectre wasn't kind to CKD the last time they faced.

PW: Spectre shows that kind of love to everyone.

CL: Well...CKD Abdullah is in the ring. Here we go...

[Out go the lights. Static can be heard, but not seen. The word "Omni"
appears on the screen. The static fades out and is replaced by somber
piano music and laughter that can only be described as maniacal. A
spotlight shines on the entryway, causing the huge crowd to turn
towards the entryway.]

[Boos erupt as the one named Jonas appears from the backstage area
wearing a tuxedo. He has a card in his right hand and slides
underneath the bottom rope. The referee stands between Jonas and
Abdullah, the latter no doubt upset after having Jonas rearrange his
fan's face.]

Jonas: Ladies and Gentlemen...after much negotiation, it is my honor
to stand here...to stand in wait, in awe...of THE OMNIFLY!!!

[The spotlight goes out, leaving nothing but darkness. The laughter
returns as a new light appears at the entryway, straight down from the
ceiling. A figure begins to lower itself from the rafters. He is
wearing what appears to be best described as a hooded boxers robe.]

CL: Can you see who it is?

PW: ...Yes. YES!!!

[The word Omni slides up the screen and "KGB" appears below it. The
crowd erupts...some into cheers, most into boos, as the "Omni" pulses
and explodes...and the KGB takes form...leaving:]



F     L     Y

K     G     B
i     o     o
n     d     y
g



CL: NO NO NO NO!!!

[The lights come on as "OMNIFLY" fills the screen. Standing on the
railway, wearing jeans and a white t-shirt is the only -true- AWMC
Triple Threat winner.]

Jonas: From Columbia, SC...standing 6'1" and weighing in at 210
lbs...he is...


THE OMNIFLY!!!!



[The OmniFly walks to the ring and slowly walks up the steel stairs.
He steps between the ropes and stands still as Jonas removes the boxer
robe. In the ring stands Will Geddings, the OmniFly.]

PW: Wow I didn't know Geddings was a former KGB agent.

CL: ....

PW: That fan must know Russian as they are talking to one another.

CL: K... King  F... Fly  B...Boy

PW: Huh?

CL: OmniFly is Will Geddings and he is here in the PVW!

PW: Will Geddings is Russian?

[OmniFly stands inside the ring as CKD Abdullah bobs and weaves as he
gets loose for his scheduled match up.  Referee George Brewer is
checking the boots of OmniFly.]


___________    ____       ________________________________________
___  __ \_ |  / /_ |     / /
__  /_/ /_ | / /__ | /| / /    One on One Match
_  ____/__ |/ / __ |/ |/ /  CKD Abdullah v. OmniFly
/_/     _____/  ____/|____________________________________________



<<< DING   DING >>>

CL: There is the bell.  It's going to be interesting to see how the
former Flyking does.

PW: It's OmniFly!

[Elbow-Collar tie up... CKD Abdullah quickly with an over-the-
shoulder-armdrag takedown.]

CL:  CKD Abdullah with Ipponzei.

PW: An I pee what?

CL: OmniFly working his way back up and reverses the armbar.

PW: So much for ring rust.

CL: OmniFly sends Abdullah across and into the ropes.... OmniFly drops
down as CKD Abdullah leap frogs.  OmniFly is back up and
going for a hiptoss...

[CKD Abdullah blocks it.  CKD Abdullah with a hip toss of his own as
OmniFly rolls away sitting across from Abdullah on his knees
staring right up at the Chicago native.]

CL: Abdullah with a counter and OmniFly looks to be in a little shock
there.

PW: Give the Omni time.  He is above such a match and it's a disgrace
he is even slated against a polished sturdy like CKD
Abdullah.

CL: What has gotten into you?

PW: I was playing the role of OmniFly.  Did I do good?

CL: ....
[Both men are back on their feet and CKD Abdullah fires off with stiff
martial arts kicks.
OmniFly catches Abdullah's foot and CKD Abdullah brings his other foot
flying around with an enziguiri - ]

PW: OMNIFLY WAS PREPARED!

[The veteran was prepared and moved out of the way just in time as
Abdullah lays face first on the mat.  OmniFly takes advantage
of the mishap and drops a series of brutal knees right into the mid
back of CKD Abdullah.]

CL: Vicious knee drops into the mid back of Abdullah.  Who would have
thought OmniFly was Will Geddings.

PW: What a way to start the night off.

[OmniFly sits down on the mid back and wraps his hands around CKD's
chin and begins to pull back with a chinlock.]

CL: OmniFly working on that back neck really pulling it back now.

PW: Geddings has always been known for his strategic wrestling.

[Come back Pop!]

CL: CKD Abdullah begins fighting his way up to all fours....  OmniFly
hanging out...

[OmniFly drops a axe handle to break the come back. He drops down and
begins choking CKD as the ref begins counting...]


One ...


Two ...


Three ...


Four ...


CL: OmniFly lets loose at the last second as CKD Abdullah gasps for
air.

PW: Nothing to see there move along.

[OmniFly is up to a chorus of boo's.  He raises his arms welcoming the
shower of jeers from the crowd.]

PW: They love him here in Phoenix.

CL: I can tell.

[Omnifly lifts CKD Abdullah up and hits a Throat Drop across the top
ropes. He drops down and hooks the leg.]




ONE ...




TWO ...




[Kick Out Pop!]




CL: Abdullah isn't ready to quit.

PW: Oh he is... He just doesn't know it yet.

[OmniFly climbs to the top ropes.  He turns around and leaps into a
picture perfect moonsault - ]

CL: MOONSAULT AND CKD ABDULLAH GETS HIS KNEES UP AT THE LAST SECOND!

PW: Ouch!

[OmniFly rolls on the mat holding midsection in pain as CKD makes it
to his feet!]

CL: Abdullah is up and look at those eyes!

PW: I think those are contacts.

[CKD Abdullah unloads with a series of stiff martial arts punches and
kicks.  OmniFly is reeling and Abdullah with a palm strike
to the chest that sends OmniFly into the corner.  CKD backs up and
takes up and lands a flying knee kick to OmiFly's chest.
OmniFly falls face first to the mat.]

CL: Busaiku kick!

PW: How do you know these things?

CL: It's right in front of you on his Bio sheet we were given.

PW: Oh...

[CKD Abdullah looks to be locking a dragon sleeper, but OmniFly
scrambles to the ropes.  CKD drops the hold as OmniFly rolls out
of the ring.]

PW: Refocus.

CL: CKD Abdullah isn't waiting he is following him right out of the
ring!

PW: He can't do that!

CL: He just did!

[OmniFly begins running around the ring with CKD Abdullah on hot
pursuit, OmniFly rolls in the ring and as CKD Abdullah follows,
OmniFly drills him with punches and kicks.  He goes to whip CKD
Abdullah across and it's reversed. OmniFly rebounds and tilt-a-
whirl, but OmniFly with a headscissors take down counter.]

CL: OmniFly tricked Abdullah right where he wanted him, but it almost
backfired on him.

PW: In OmniFly we trust.

CL: Both men shoot up and CKD Abdullah with a dragon screw legwhip!

[OmniFly is quickly back up and CKD Abdullah with a standing overhand
waist lock followed by a forward leg trip into a inside
cradle!]

CL: Ranhei!




ONE ...




TWO ...




[Heel Pop!]




PW: Not this time.  OmniFly with a strong kick out.

CL: The fans are cheering Abdullah on and OmniFly does not look happy
at the turn of events. Both men are back up and ready to
roll.  They go to lock up, OmniFly rakes the eyes of CKD Abdullah.  He
bends him over with a HUGE European Uppercut.

[As CKD is bent over recovering, OmniFly hits the ropes and drills him
down with a Rocker Dropper!  He quickly leaps off and
climbs to the top ropes again and BIG off the top ropes Leg Drop he
hooks a leg!]

PW: It's over baby!




ONE ...




TWO ...




THREE ---




[Big unexpected Kick Out Pop!]




CL: CKD Abdullah was able to kick out!   The match wages on!

PW: That was three come on!

[OmniFly pulls CKD Abdullah up and Knife Edge Chop.. Another.. Big
Irish Whip.  OmniFly charges in but eats an stiff Elbow.  CKD
Abdullah swings, but OmniFly quick on his feet dodges and double arm
ddt!  Covers again!]

CL: Signature Move!!!




ONE ...




TWO ...




THREE ???




PW: GAH!

CL: CKD Abdullah _JUST_ got a shoulder up!  OmniFly isn't happy.

PW: Can you blame him?

[As CKD is getting up OmniFly is dropping bombs onto the back of his
neck. OmniFly off the ropes for another rocker dropper, but
caught with Russian leg sweep into Fujiwara armbar!!]

CL: WHAT A COUNTER OUT OF NOWHERE!!! OmniFly is in trouble here.

PW: Get to those ropes come on!

[OmniFly hangs on and finally reaches the ropes.]

CL: Close call for OmniFly, but fortunately for him he was close
enough to the ropes to avoid disaster.

PW: All skill.

[CKD tries to get at OmniFly, but ref blocks Abdullah because he is in
the rope and OmniFly thumb to the eye blinds him.  Full
Nelson Suplex by OmniFly.]

CL: OmniFly taking advantage of the situation.. Abdullah stumbles back
up SWINGING  NECKBREAKER!!! THE COVER!




ONE ...




TWO ...




THREE ---




CL: Abdullah fires a shoulder up! OmniFly is wondering what it will
take as he pounds on CKD as he is getting up... CKD is taking
it!!  He continues to rise!!!!

PW: Keep hitting him!

[Abdullah is on his feet,  OmniFly goes for the knock out, CKD leaping
spinning side kick plants OmniFly.]

CL: Perfectly timed Kick!

[CKD Abdullah takes off into a running soccer-style kick to the face
of a seated OmniFly.]

CL: Penalty kick!  This could be over!

PW: No CKD is lifting OmniFly back up..

[CKD lifts OmniFly with an Olympic slam, OmniFly is up and slides out
right behind Abdullah. OmniFly locks the arm portion of the
Taz-mission, then drops with a backstabber while maintaining the lock
with his arms on Abdullah. After hitting the ground,
OmniFly locks his legs, completing the Submission lock.]

PW: Omni-ssion!  Omni-ssion!  Omni-ssion!

CL: He has it locked in tightly and Abdullah is forced to tap out.

[Finally OmniFly drops the hold and leaps up wish his arm raised.]

CL: Solid debut by the artist formally known as Will Geddings.

PW: OmniFly get it right!

CL: What a solid debut for OmniFly and what a shock when we found out
it was Will Geddings.

PW:  I was shocked to find out Geddings was Russian.

CL: Folks I am being told that Carl Stevenson has paid for some air
time on Rise From the Ashes here tonight.

PW: We are in for a treat!

CL: I am almost afraid of what we are going to hear, but at this point
we don't have a choice.

PW: Let's get on with it then!

*********************************************
** The Following Is A Paid Announcement    **
** Views & Opinions Expressed May Not      **
** Necessarily Reflect Those Of PVW        **
*********************************************

[a graphic appears along the bottom of the screen before it fades in
front black]

GRAPHIC: Carl Stevenson

[Carl Stevenson, dressed in a tidy three piece gray suit is standing
with Dean Hayes backstage in front of a PVW banner. Dean is wearing
his usual PVW golf shirt, holding a PVW microphone]

Dean Hayes: This is a first for PVW, and me as an announcer. The man
standing beside me has purchased this television time so allow me to
introduce the manager of The Royal Family, Carl Stevenson.

[A couple people watching off camera are heard half heartedly
clapping]

Carl Stevenson: That's right, Dean. I paid for this television time
which means I'm calling the shots and I want is for the graphic
I've provided on the screen.

[The graphic abruptly changes and now includes Carl from the waist
wearing sunglasses and smiling, in the same suit]

GRAPHIC: Carl Stevenson, Manager Of Champions.

[Carl, watching on a monitor off camera smiles when it changes and
cooly returns his attention to Dean]

Carl Stevenson: I paid for this time to keep big brother PVW away from
me because I have sometime important to talk about with everyone,
Especially all the jerks in the locker room.

Dean Hayes: Which is?

Carl Stevenson: That "The Golden One" Christopher Michaelson is a
loser.

[Dean roles his eyes, already knowing Carl's well voiced opinion of
Chris]

CS: Yeah, go ahead and shrug it off, Dean. It's not your fault you're
too ignorant to realize his lame speeches are embarrassing the
company. Most of the dopes on the roster haven't noticed yet either.
That's why as the coolest man in PVW I'm letting everyone know what's
going on.

[the text on the graphic changes again]

GRAPHIC: Carl Stevenson, Manager Of Champions & Coolest Man In PVW

DH: Come on, Carl. We knew you don't like Christopher Michaelson. The
guy is kind of pretentious, but you didn't need to stop the show for
this.

[Carl just smiles]

CS: Yeah, I'm really sorry for breaking the momentum that Omnifly's
debut gave us, that was great. Why don't you just keep your opinions
to yourself and hold the microphone, Dean? I'm trying to tell you
what's going on.

[Dean replies with a pissed off glare that Carl ignores]

Carl Stevenson: The walking talking wrestling cliche Chris Michaels is
making a fool out of himself and the rest of us are being embarrassed
by association.

[Carl looks at Dean]

CS: It's like the opposite of you looking cool right now being seen
with me.

[Dean can't help cracking a smile but tries unsuccessfully to hide it,
starting to realize Carl hasn't been maliciously ripping on him]

CS: It was one thing for Chris to run through his weekly, boring,
generic cocky heel speeches on Burning Effect. And Chris losing to
Chris Hartt, a guy Paul Styles had just beaten, was just funny. But
two weeks ago on Heatwave The Golden One made such a fool of himself
it's already becoming an urban legend of professional wrestling...
Johnny Styles knows all about it.

[Dean's starting to realize what Carl has been building towards]

DH: I guess you saw Heatwave two weeks ago.

CS: Dean, I saw everything. I saw Christopher's well rehearsed threats
to Foley the Irish Rookie. And after that I saw Foley pin Chris. I saw
Foley pin Chris an hour after Chris told Foley off. What the hell is
wrong with you, Chris? That match was only happening because of you.
Who picks and fight and then loses to the guy an hour later? What's
the matter with you?

DH: Technically, Christopher lost to Outlaw too. He was Foley's
partner.

[Carl is legitimately surprised and starts laughing]

CS: THAT’S RIGHT! I forgot [bleep]’in Outlaw was Foley’s partner! Who
the [bleep] loses to Outlaw, Dean?

[Carl takes a second to regain his composure as Dean is now blatantly
enjoying listening to Carl]

CS: And Chris, before you even start to write your one liners down...
and I think I'm speaking for everyone here... I'm not interested in
listening the tedious and generic speech about how I'm just jealous,
envious and watch you smirk for ten minutes. This is about people
deserving to know that "The Golden One" Christopher Michaelson is a
complete fake and his over the top act is embarrassing, irritating and
boring.

DH: Well I'm sure everyone appreciates the heads up, Carl.

CS: It's not just lame, Dean. It's bad for business. Christopher
Michaelson is a loser and it's going to take more than his cobalt blue
dress shirt to change things.

["Rolemodel" Paul Styles calmly walks in from off camera in a cobalt
blue dress shirt, obviously watching the entire time, and shakes first
Carl and then Dean's hand]

GRAPHIC: "Rolemodel" Paul Styles, Awesome!

CS: [to Paul] What did you think?

"Rolemodel" Paul Styles: I was good. I would have fun of the random
car he was buying last month again but it was good. You're getting
better.

[Paul turns to Dean]

PS: Who wears cobalt blue dress shirts, Dean?

[Dean can't stop himself from laughing as he shrugs before Carl shakes
his hand and the camera returns to ringside.]

PW: Very informative!

CL: Yeah I feel much better now that we have sat through that.

PW: You and me both.

CL: Speaking of Michaelson, The Golden One has been on a revenge tour
and it's led up to this night.  Outlaw and Michaelson both at one wins
each.  Michaelson's considered tainted by many and Outlaw's was in a
tag team match. Who will walk out the winner putting the hammer down
and settling the score.

PW: You have to think Michaelson is very motivated for this one.  He
has had his sights zoomed in on Outlaw for weeks and he has done
nothing, but eat, sleep, and crap Outlaw.

CL: Crap Outlaw?

PW: Well he does resemble a giant turd.

CL: I shouldn't have asked.

[Herk Douglas re-enters the ring.]

HD: Ladies and gents this match is scheduled for one fall.
Introducing first from the Chicago, Illinois...  Standing at six foot
three and weighing in at a chisled two hundred and forty pounds...


Here is....


'The Golden One' Christopher Michaelson !!!!


[The instrumental version of “Go to Sleep” Eminem begins to play
throughout the 52nd Street Armory. After a few moments a figure begins
to walk from the back stage. The figure is that of ‘The Golden One’
Christopher Michaelson who is attired in a long glamorous Cobalt Blue
robe, the robe has gold trim around cuffs, bottom of the robe, the
belt is gold as well. Upon the back of the robe written in script is
MICHAELSON.]

PW: Michaelson looks like he is in the zone tonight.  Look at the
confidence.

CL: The Golden One has never lacked confidence.

[Michaelson slowly runs hands through his long brown hair as he
approaches the ring. He pauses for a moment the base of the steel ring
steps as he looks into the ring. He smirks as he slowly ascends each
step. As he stands on the ring apron he wipes the soles of his boots
before he enters the ring. Michaelson removes his robe revealing full
length cobalt blue wresting tights with golden stripes running down
the sides of both legs. He hands his robe to the ring attendant and
you can him say this is worth more than you so be careful.]

PW: Right here is a wrestler.  He lives and breathes wrestling.

CL: He is considered one of the best pure wrestlers in this industry.
He started his career as a top notch tag team competitor and one half
of Solid Gold.  Here he is tonight at Rise From the Ashes getting
ready to take on The infamous Outlaw.

PW: Time to send the ditch digger back to the real world.

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


Here is....


Outlaw !!!!


["Sucker Punch" by Envy on the Coast blares throughout the arena. A
pop from the crowd as Outlaw appears on the entryway.  Dressed in his
standard ring gear, camouflage shorts, and a PVW t-shirt, he
raises his arm to the crowd showing a pair of leather grapple gloves.
As usual, his brown hair hangs in his face.]

PW: PVW's very own pesky fly.

CL: Why do you call him that?

PW: Because he turns up at the worst of times and you swat and swat,
but some how the annoying little bugger gets away.  Just when you
think you can sit back and relax there is that SOB flying around and
landing on your dinner.

CL: You really don't like him do you?

PW: I'd rather chew razor blades.

[The fans cheers die down as Outlaw and The Golden One stand across
the battle field.  A look of total dislike fills the face of
Michaelson.  Referee Jay O'Riley stands in-between the two men and
lays out the rules of the match.  His words obviously have fallen on
deaf ears.]



___________    ____       ________________________________________
___  __ \_ |  / /_ |     / /
__  /_/ /_ | / /__ | /| / /      One on One Grudge Match
_  ____/__ |/ / __ |/ |/ /  Outlaw v. Christopher Michaelson
/_/     _____/  ____/|____________________________________________



<<< DING   DING >>>



CL: Music to my ears.

PW: Mine too as it's time to send the ditch digger back to where he
belongs.

CL: The last time these two men stepped into the ring it was a classic
wrestling contest.  Both of these two men are two caliber inring
performers.

PW: One of them just happens to be a little insane.

CL: Elbow-Colar tie up and it appears they are starting off where the
left off.  Michaelson with a quick side head lock....

PW: It's all about controlling the pace for The Golden One.

[Outlaw sends The Golden One into the ropes, Another headlock and
Michaelson flips him across his body and holds on with the headlock.]

CL: Michaelson in control early on.  Outlaw swings his legs up with a
leg scissors.  Michaelson kicks up!  Charges towards Outlaw -

PW: The little bugger ducks...

[Outlaw off the ropes and flying body press!]




ONE ...




TWO ...




CL: Too early Michaelson kicks out.  Both men are now standing across
from one another.

PW: Look at the facial expression of Michaelson.  He is a zone.
Outlaw is in trouble here tonight.

[The two lock back up - Elbow-Colar tie up again this time the sneaky,
Christopher Michaelson jabs a thumb to the right eye.  Outlaw stumbles
backwards blinded and The Golden One grabs the back of his head and
drives it across the top of the ropes with an ugly rope burn.]

PW: That'll teach him!

CL: Referee, Jay O'Riley is in Michaelson's ear warning him, but The
Golden One seems preoccupied.

PW: All's fair in love and war.

[Michaelson grabs Outlaw's arm in a wrist lock. Then steps forward and
drives Outlaw's arm across his knee with an Armbreaker.]

CL: Michaelson with the strong upper hand now.  Look at that red mark
across the eyes of Outlaw.

PW: It fits him.

[Outlaw uses the ropes to reach his feet again.  Michaelson stalks him
from behind.  Michaelson scratches down Outlaw's back with a nasty
Back Rake.  Outlaw let's out a loud yell as he does the back in ice
water motion.  The camera picks a close up of Outlaw's back and
Michaelson's nails even drew a little blood.]

PW: I've had girls who have done that.

CL: I think we would all prefer if we avoid that story.

[The Golden sends Outlaw into the ropes and hits a back body drop,
Outlaw holds on for a sunset flip, but Michaelson drops down with a
fist drop pinning his shoulders!]




ONE ...




TWO ...




[Kick Out Pop!]




CL: Not this time.  Both men are back up and Michaelson takes Outlaw
down with a Drop Toe Hold.  The Golden One begins to paint brush the
back of Outlaw's head.

PW: He is just knocking some sense into the kid.

[Michaelson pops up into a fargo strut.]

PW: You go golden!

[Show off Jeer!]

CL: Outlaw is back up and -




[Twap!   Pop!]




CL: The Golden One turned right into a spinning Back Fist by Outlaw!

PW: Lucky Shot!

[Outlaw pulls Michaelson up and backs him up with haymakers and whips
him across.  The Golden One comes roaring off the ropes with a
clothesline, but Outlaw ducks under. The Golden One on the rebound
again and Springboard head scissors take down!]

CL: The Golden One rolls to the outside of the ring waving Outlaw off.

PW: Let's take a step back Michaelson re gather your senses..

[Outlaw steps out onto the ring apron and as The Golden One turns back
around -]

CL: Apron Dive Drop Kick!

[High Spot Pop!]

PW: Ack!

CL: Outlaw putting his body on the line!

[Outlaw pulls The Golden One up and attempts to slam him face first
into the steel guard rails, Michaelson blocks it and slams Outlaw.
Michaelson lunges forward and takes Outlaw down with a short arm
brutal clothesline.]

CL: Michaelson don't going away just yet.  Both men lay on the cement
as the referee continues to count.

Four ...


Five ...


Six ...


Seven ...


Eight ...


PW: The Golden One rolls into the ring and back out breaking the
count.

CL: Michaelson is pulling Outlaw up and he appears to be setting
Outlaw up for a Piledriver right on that unforgiving steel cement
floor.

PW: This could end Outlaw's career!

[Counter Pop!]

CL: BACK BODY DROP!!!!!!  Outlaw drops to his knees ....


Five ...


Six ...


Seven ...


[Outlaw pulls Michaelson up and rolls him inside the ring.]

CL: What's Outlaw doing?

PW: Hopefully falling...

[He leaps into an Off the top ropes body press with a twist and lands
perfectly on The Golden One!  The fans leap to their feet cheering as
the referee slides down for the count.]




ONE ...




TWO ...




THR ---




[Heel Pop!]




CL: Michaelson JUST got a shoulder up!

PW: It's going to take more then pretty little spots.

[Outlaw grabs the right leg of Michaelson and Figure four leg lock!!!]

CL: This has been a huge signature move for The Golden One as of
late!!!  Look at Michaelson screaming in pain.

PW: Hang in there buddy!

CL: Outlaw is telling him to quit.

PW: I think he actually said bleeping quit.

CL: Even the Strickland Sports Network doesn't allow that kind of
language. Michaelson reaches for the ropes, but he is too far!!! Could
Outlaw beat Michaelson with one of his own signature moves.

PW: Come on Michaelson don't let a ditch digger beat you.

[Michaelson begins to twist....  Outlaw fights trying to apply more
pressure...  Michaelson begins twisting.... TURNS THE FIGURE FOUR AND
BOTH MEN ARE NOW IN PAIN!!!]

CL: Michaelson REVERSES IT!!!!! And Quickly Outlaw drops the hold.

PW: Michaelson has used that move enough he knows the best way out of
it.

CL: Both men are back on their feet.  Michaelson a little ginger.

[Outlaw goes for an Irish Whip, but it's reversed...  Outlaw bounces
out holding his back right into The Golden One!  Michaelson has Outlaw
up in a belly to belly. He hooks Outlaw's head and falls backwards
driving Outlaw's head into the mat.]

PW: Belly to Belly Brainbuster!




ONE ...




TWO ...




THR ---




[Pop!]




CL: SO CLOSE!!! Outlaw _just_ kicked out!  Michaelson is slamming his
fist on the mat telling Jay O'Riley that it was a three count.

PW: I have to agree it looked like a three count from where I am
sitting.

[The Golden One is back on the attack.  Outlaw is on his back.
Michaelson puts his foot on the Outlaw's face. Then The Golden One
puts more weight on Outlaw's face and spins his body around on the
foot which is on the Outlaw's face.]

CL: Ouch nasty spinning boot scrape by Michaelson.  The referee
doesn't seem to like it either, but Michaelson does his best to ignore
him.

PW: It's legal relax!

[Fans boo as Michaelson raises his arms.. OOPS Outlaw from behind - ]




ONE ...




TWO ...




THREE ???




[Disappointed Pop!]




CL: SO CLOSE!   Michaelson up and BIG Crescent Kick and Outlaw goes
right back down to the mat.

PW:  Gold Strike!  Gold Strike!  Gold Strike!

[Michaelson lifts Outlaw up so that he is laying across Michaelson's
shoulders. Michaelson hooks Outlaw's neck and leg and drops to his
knees, wrenching Outlaw's back.]

CL: Back Breaker Rack by Michaelson.  Outlaw is screaming in pain.

PW: Keep that bleep button ready.

CL:  Outlaw continues to shake his head no when asked if he is ready
to submit.  Outlaw is a fighter a far cry from a ditch digger you and
the Golden One claims him to be.

PW: What you his best friend now?  You going out for drinks
afterwards?  Taking a road trip together?  Going to listen to the
Ballad of the Curse Words together?

CL: Ignoring my annoying partner Outlaw looks to be in some obvious
pain.

PW: Of course he is..  Michaelson is the king at making you feel pain
in places you didn't even know you could.  I meant that in the most
unperverted way possible.

CL: Moving right along.

[The Golden One drops the hold in frustration and leaps on top of
Outlaw with a series of closed fists and makes another cover..]




ONE ...




TWO ...




THREE !!!




[Kick Out at the very last second on your feet Pop!]




CL: Somehow Outlaw kicked out!  Listen to the fans get behind this
unorthodox superstar.  Outlaw begins to push himself up, Michaelson
off the ropes and ....

[Double Axe Handle followed by a Camel Clutch by The Golden One. He
sits on the back of Outlaw and just wrenches back as he really works
that neck.]

PW: Just when he gives you hope The Golden One is there to steal it
away.

CL: Michaelson continues to put on a wrestling clinic.  He has worked
the legs, back, and now neck.  Looking to eventually find the Achilles
heel and pick up the rubber match.

PW: He may have just found it right here.

[The fans are behind Outlaw really cheering him on. Outlaw begins
fighting his way up and to his feet.. Michaelson swings, but its
blocked... Outlaw fires back!!  Michaelson with another dirty thumb to
the eye slowing down the come back by Outlaw.]

CL: COME ON!!!  Enough is enough.  Michaelson has been cheating his
way to holding the upper hand all match.  Get with it and start
enforcing the rules.

PW: Wow I have never seen you go for the throat of an official before
Chip.

[Fans are giving it to the referee booing and a small Bull Shit chant
begins. Michaelson now behind Outlaw. The Golden one locks on a FUll
Nelson and  lifts Outlaw up and then sits down, forcing Outlaw to be
dropped on the ground butt first, jarring his tail bone.]

CL: Full Nelson Butt Drop and the cover.




ONE ...




TWO ...




THR ---




[Shoulder fires up Pop!]




CL: Outlaw won't quit. He doesn't know the definition.

PW: It's near over right here.

[Michaelson pulls Outlaw up again and set's up for THE G.O.D.  Locks
the front facelock, but Outlaw with a burst of energy counters out and
Northern Lights Suplex into a bridge!!!]




ONE ...




TWO ...




THREE !!!




[Disappointed Pop!]




PW: Not this time! Michaelson just gets a shoulder up.

CL: Both men are quickly on their feet and -

[Outlaw into a 360 degree turn similar to a discus throwing motion and
hits The Golden One in the head with an elbow.]

CL: Spinning Elbow Smash and Outlaw drops down... ANKLE
LOCK!!!!!!!!!!!! ONE OF OUTLAW'S FINISHERS!!!!!!

PW: Hang in there Michaelson!!!  Send Outlaw back to digging ditches.

[Michaelson screaming in pain. Outlaw holds it there wrenching it
back.  The fans are going wild!!!!]

CL: This could be it!!! Michaelson has his hand up ready to tap....

PW: Noooooo...

[Heel Pop!]

CL: Michaelson finds an opening and flips out of the hold!!!  Both men
are quickly back up -

[Michaelson goes for a hiptoss, Outlaw blocks it... Michaelson swings
with a backhand... Outlaw ducks... Outlaw leaps up with a head
scissors -  Michaelson holds on and lifts him up for a massive running
power bomb, Outlaw with a flurry of punches and drops out.  Knife Edge
pop by Outlaw...  returned by Michaelson...  Outlaw backs Michaelson
back into the corner and goes to send him out with an Irish Whip, but
it's reversed.  Outlaw leaps onto the turnbuckle and Asai Moonsault!]




ONE ...




TWO ...




CL: Michaelson with a kick out! This is turning out just like their
past clashes.  What a match!!!

PW: I'm freaking out man!

[Outlaw with another Irish Whip and charges in.. Back Elbow Smash
sends Outlaw stumbling backwards... Michaelson behind Outlaw and uses
one arm to place him in a half nelson. Michaelson then uses his free
arm to pull Outlaws arm and pulls it across the face of Outlaw and
lock their hands behind the neck.]

PW: Michaelson's GTS Clutch!!  This baby is as good as over!!! PUT IT
ON THE BOARD!!!

CL: Outlaw looks to be in trouble.

PW: Listen to those fans they even know it's over.  Outlaw gave it a
good run, but in the end ditch diggers can't defeat athletes like
Christopher Michaelson.

[Outlaw swings his legs wildly in the air and he finally catches them
into the ropes...]

CL: OUTLAW JUST GETS TO THE ROPES!!!!!  Michaelson doesn't want to let
go and the referee begins counting down.

One ...


Two ...


Three ...


Four ...


Fiv ---


PW: See he plays fair!

CL: I wouldn't say that.  However the match rages on.

[Michaelson brutally begins kicking Outlaw who is still in the ropes.
Referee tries to get control, but The Golden One pushes him out of the
way.  The referee leaps back up in Michaelson face warning him that he
will DQ him...]

CL: FINALLY!!! Jay O'Riley has had enough!

PW: Sit down little man..

[HUGE POP!]

CL: LOW BLOW FROM BEHIND BY OUTLAW!!!!  Since Michaelson had O'Riley's
attention he didn't see it!

PW: Talking about Cheating!!!

CL: All is fair in war.

PW: ....

CL: Michaelson's eyes roll back as he is hunched over.




[FINISHER POP!]




[Rolling Hangman's Neck breaker turned into a DDT!!!!]





CL: Out[bleep]law

PW: Didn't you say SSN didn't like that kind of language?




ONE ...




TWO ...




THREE !!!




[POP!]




<>




CL: OUTLAW HAS DONE IT!  He has won the rubber match and what some may
have considered an upset defeated The Golden One.

PW: This is a disgrace to the Professional Industry.  That's why I
prefer Golf.  You don't see some driving range junky beating Tiger
Woods do you?

CL: And that's why we love it.

[Outlaw stands with his arm raised in the air.  Michaelson rolls to
the outside and he doesn't look pleased.  He begins to storm up the
isle way as the fans cheer Outlaw on.]

CL: Tonight Outlaw takes a huge step forward.  He may be a little
unstable, but he just out wrestled one of the top two pure wrestlers
on the roster.

PW: I guess he will be sticking around a little while longer.

CL: You can count on that.

PW: Lovely.

CL: OmniFly and Outlaw have already picked up huge wins on the biggest
night of PVW's young career.  The busy Dean Hayes is backstage with a
local kid getting a big shot right here inside PVW.

[We go backstage to where 'Swingin' Dean Hayes is standing by with a
wrestler heretofore unseen in PVW.  He is a tall, lanky kid with long
dark brown hair, a thin goatee and mustache, a largish nose, and
wearing a beige NO FEAR brand T-Shirt.  Most notable is the look in
his eyes... an odd mix of the usually-opposed attributes of 'wild' and
'focused'.]

'S'DH: Fans, we have exciting times to come here in Phoenix Valley
Wrestling.  Tonight we're making memories that will last for
generations, and we have even more on the horizon.  With me at this
time, a young man who is a future star in this business, from right
here in the state of Arizona.  He was trained at the world-reknowned
Keening School of Grappling Arts, and already has insiders buzzing.
He is the Tucson Kid.

[Hayes holds the mic out for the Tucson Kid, who starts his first
promo in a hushed tone.  The tone increases as he goes, until he's
nearly shouting by the end of it.]

Tucson Kid: Mr. Hayes, I thank you.  And thank you to Phoenix Valley
Wrestling.  They told me I have three minutes to tell you who I am,
but
I only need two.

Ladies and gentlemen, I am the Spirit Of Arizona; a man who stands for
all that is right in the Land Of The Sun.  I disrespect noone, and I
tolerate none in return.  I fight until the end, and I do not yield to
man or beast.  I give everything I have, in everything I do, because
nothing less is acceptable.  I fought for my country, and I am here in
PVW to fight for the ideals my country was founded on, and that my
state lives by.  My blood is the blood of both the lawman and the
renegade, the Wild West and Generation Now, the desert and the
plateau.

My soul was there when Coronado and de Niza met the Anasazi.  My soul
was in the land on which the Apache and the Spaniards spilled each
others' blood for generations.  When the first American surveyors
marked off the Gadsden Purchase, my soul looked on from atop the
buttes, and when the War spilled West into Pichaco Pass, I wept with
the widows and mourned with the militiamen.  I was there when we
boomed and there when we busted.  I lived in the ghost towns and the
war camps, and I have seen us go from sand to steel.  I am the Spirit
Of Arizona, and I bend the knee to no man.

[As he finishes his speech, the Kid's voice goes back down to a hush.]

I am the Tucson Kid.  And I will make my people proud.

'S'DH: Alright, the Tucson Kid, just one of the many hot new stars
coming to the Phoenix Valley.

[Backstage, Rob Cole is walking through the hall when the camera
rushes down to meet him with a member of the ring crew.  Cole is
dressed in cargo shorts, a black teeshirt, and his hair is pulled back
into a top knot.  He pauses as the man approaches and removes his
shades...]

Crew: Mr. Cole... uhm, Rob?

RC: Spill it, kid... what’s going on?

Crew: Well, you see... uhm…

RC: Did Timmy fall in the well, son?

Crew: No, uhm...

RC: What?

Crew: Special request, sir, from the president, he'd like you to be
involved in the Lumberjack match tonight.  It seems, well, both guys
want you at ringside.  Something about how they're both damn sure
you're not on anyone's side.

[Cole furrows his brows… and then busts up laughing, clapping a hand
on the shoulder of the frightened teen.  Cole pulls him close and
keeps one arm wrapped around his thin frame as he looks to the
distance. He takes a deep breath and waves with his other hand,
dramatically singing.]

RC: The hills are alive... with the sound of screaming.  Who can
survive when Rob Cole is dreaming? I know there's a star upon which a
wish will come true... Come now with me, I'll wish and then so can you
too!!!

[The kid looks terrified as Cole swings him down the hall in an
elaborate dance routine... well, as elaborate as a petrified teen and
an overweight wrestler can get in a closed space.]

RC: The halls are all filled with wonder and magic! Tonight is the
night, the moment so tragic! A masked moron will be set up as a
sacrifice. The end of a grand and so special night!!!!

[Cole twirls, whipping the young man out with his own twirl, his eyes
terrified as Rob yanks him back and holds him close. Swaying back and
forth.  Oddly, we can hear background music as Cole continues to
sing.]

RC: The ring is alive with the sound of big banging! All the screams
will get choked from results of a hanging!

[The music gets cut off as a door is opened, and Rob Cole turns to
stare at the Jobber Locker room as they stand in open mouthed
astonishment.  Each one of them gapes for a moment as Cole continues
to hold the ring crew close, he lets go after a moment, clears his
throat and offers everyone a wave.  He turns back to the ring crew
attendant.]

RC: Sure.  I'll do it.  Do you want me to dress like a lumberjack?

Crew: You're not going to sing "I'm a Lumberjack", are you?

[Cole stares.]

Crew: You're thinking about it... aren't you?

RC: Wouldn't you?

[He turns to look at the jobbers. Each one of them nods emphatically,
giving him a thumbs up before he turns back to the kid.  Cole folds
his arms, standing proudly.]

RC:  Exactly my point.  And who says I don't have comedic timing?

[Fade back to the announcers.]

CL: Rob Cole a lumber jack!?!

PW: Only if he survives the match with the Masked Outlaw.

CL: I'm not sure why anyone would request Rob Cole, but The Spectre
and Charles Lassiter have and we have ourselves quite the outside ring
enforcer.

PW: It's their funeral I guess.

CL: We still haven't had any clear cut answer on Rick Marley's status
for the tag team gauntlet match for later tonight.  PVW medical staff
has kept it completely under wraps.  From his past injuries and the
way his head hit the ring steps we can only assume things aren't good.

PW: That's what happens when you piss off Major Damage.

CL: Coming up next Marley's friend, Johnny Oakes will look to dish out
a little revenge on his behalf.  Oakes is suffering his own sore ribs
from an unprovoked beating at the hands of Major Damage.

PW: Major Damage has declared war on the PVW.

CL: We will see if Johnny Oakes can stop him.

PW: Oh that was a serious statement?

CL: Oakes is as tough as they come.  It's going to take more then a
flag pole beating to stop 'The Shark'.

PW: Perhaps he would like to taste the ring steps too.

[Herk Douglas re-enters the ring.]

HD: Ladies and gents this match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing
first From Willcox, Arizona. Weighing in at 252.....

Here is....


'The Shark' Johnny Oakes



[Beefhearts "Circumstances" begins to play, and as it hits Johnny
walks out and raises both fists into the air as a salute to the fans.
He encourages their cheers as he walks the aisle, singling out the
most aggressive supporters, pointing in salutes. When he enters the
ring he takes off his T-shirt, does a 360 point at the crowd, punches
the side of his face a couple of times and gets set for a fight.]

CL: The fans love the Wilcox native.

PW: They just feel sorry for him.

CL: Drawing Major Damage on the first supercard isn't the best of
luck, but Oakes is a former world champion and knows what it takes to
step up to the plate.

PW: Did that place have Major Damage?

CL: Well no.

PW: There you go.

HD: His opponent...

[BOOOOOOOOO!]

HD: Standing at six foot nine and weighing in at three hundred and
twenty pounds..


Here is....


Major Damage !!!!


[A heavy beat starts up heavy as the lights drop. A few scattered
strobes create a circus funhouse atmosphere but do little to
illuminate the arena. The shrieking sound of “Soldiers” by Drowning
Pool hits the PA.]

#On your feet, WHO'S WITH ME!?#

[A flickering light appears in the entrance portal.]

#On your feet, WHO'S WITH ME!?#

[The light grows as it becomes clear that it's a burning flame.]

#One world, made better, in slight, hard bitter.#
#There is no compromise, YOU'RE BRINGING FORTH YOUR SACRIFICE!#

[Out from the backstage area bursts a huge man dressed from head to
toe in camouflage and wearing a gas mask. He waves what looks to be a
burning American flag at a crowd that shouts him down violently.]

#On your feet, who’s with me?#
#On your feet, let’s go!#

[Walking to the ring, he raises the flag high, illuminating himself
and many of the fans around him. More heel heat strikes at him as he
marches in military rhythm to his theme music.]

#Every time I see inside you I see myself within you.#
#Let’s go!#

[Major Damage walks a lap around the ring, making sure that all the
fans in the arena get a chance to see his “Scorched Spangled Banner”.]

#(Whoah, yeaheah) This is for the soldiers!#
#(Whoah, yeaheah) This is for the soldiers!#
#(Whoah, yeaheah) This is for the soldiers!#
#One for all, WE'RE COMING!!!#

[Stopping before the ring and facing back towards the entrance portal,
Damage smashes the burning flag upon the floor, dousing its flame. All
is dark again.]

PW: Here is the one man wrecking crew.  If the PVW doesn't get a grip
on Major Damage we may have to start offering health insurance!

CL: He is keeping the local hospital employees busy.

PW: I almost feel sorry for old Johnny here.... _almost_.

CL: Oakes can take care of himself.

[Referee Max Kelly appears to be running through the rules of the
match.  Johnny Oakes stares firmly across the ring.  We can only
assume Major Damage is doing the same through that gas mask.]


___________    ____       ________________________________________
___  __ \_ |  / /_ |     / /
__  /_/ /_ | / /__ | /| / /      One on One Grudge Match
_  ____/__ |/ / __ |/ |/ /     Johnny Oakes v. Major Damage
/_/     _____/  ____/|____________________________________________



<<< DING   DING >>>



CL: There's the bell and look at Johnny Oakes!

[Johnny Oakes with vicious rights and lefts to the temples of Major
Damage.  He just caught Major Damage off guard and Major Damage is
struggling to get to his feet at this point.  Johnny Oakes pulls up
Major Damage and Irish whips him into the ropes.  Major Damage with
ducks under a clothesline but doesn't avoid that dropkick by Johnny
Oakes!]

PW: The fans are going crazy for Johnny Oakes! Don't they know who's
in  the ring?!  Major Damage..Major Damage is in the wrestling ring!

[Johnny Oakes attempts to pull Major Damage back to his feet but is
met with a blow a little south of the border.  As Johnny Oakes doubles
over in pain, Major Damage is beginning to lay those boots into him.
Major Damage locks on a chin lock and is pulling back on neck of
Johnny Oakes.]

CL: The referee is checking Johnny Oakes for a submission.

PW: Ring the bell!  Man this is going to be quick match.

CL: This is PVW action, nothing's ever quick!

[Major Damage released the hold and picks up Johnny Oakes.  Major
Damage is now laying in those lefts and rights to the gut of Johnny
Oakes. He finishes it off with a clubbing
forearm to the back of the head!]

CL: Oakes is dazed!!

PW: You amuse yourself, don't you?

CL: Sure do!

PW: I'm glad...that makes one of us....

[Major Damage is hovering over Johnny Oakes.  Johnny Oakes with a
desperation move just
pulled Major Damage out of the ring by the front of his tights.  Major
Damage goes to the outside.  Johnny Oakes measures him...SPRINGBOARD
MOONSAULT!!!!]

CL: Beautiful move by Johnny Oakes!!  The fans are going nuts as
Johnny Oakes pounds Major Damage with rights and lefts...

[Johnny Oakes pulls Major Damage up and begins grinding his face
against the ring apron.]

PW: NO! NO! NOT HIS FACE!!!  OH NO!!!

CL: Johnny Oakes throws Major Damage back into the ring and covers
him."











ONE ...











TWO ...





PW: Thank GOD!  Major Damage managed to kick out at the two count.

[Johnny Oakes back on the offensive now.  Front face-lock on Major
Damage and Johnny Oakes takes him down with a vertical suplex.  Johnny
Oakes pulls him up again and drills
him with a beautiful backbreaker.]

CL: It appears that he is focusing on Major Damage's back.  Major
Damage's weight is working against him as Johnny Oakes is using it to
continue to apply pressure on that backbreaker.

[Johnny Oakes pushes Major Damage off. Johnny Oakes lets off as Major
Damage is using the ring ropes to pull himself up. Oakes with a head
of steam....and Major Damage BACKBODY DROPPED HIM OVER THE ROPES!]

CL: Johnny Oakes landed on the back of his head!

PW: Got a headache? I got some Advil in the back! This is great!!!

[Major Damage looks down on his handy work proudly and makes his way
to the outside.  Major Damage goes to the outside and Johnny Oakes is
starting to stir and is using the ring barricade to pull himself to
his feet.  Major Damage lifts Johnny Oakes up and drops him throat
face against the ring barricade...]

CL: My God! That sound echoed throughout this building!

PW: Amazing how well acoustics work these days, isn't it? I swore I
heard Johnny Oakes yelp in pain from that one!

[A limp Johnny Oakes is thrown back into the ring and covered.]











ONE ...











TWO ...






PW: Let's all go home..this one's O-V-E-R!!!







THREE ???








[Kick Out Pop!]






CL: NO!  He managed to pull that shoulder up just as Max Kelly's hand
struck two!  Amazing! The fans are cheering on Johnny Oakes in this
encounter.  Major Damage can't believe it himself.  He's yelling at
Max Kelly right now!!  Johnny Oakes with a schoolboy!!












ONE ...











TWO ...





PW: TWO COUNT! WE ALL SAW THAT!  But Major Damage just gets back up
and
is beating on Johnny Oakes!  Go Major Damage! Go Major Damage!!

[Major Damage Irish whip Johnny Oakes to the ropes, Johnny Oakes off
the rebound and is caught by a beautiful powerslam by Major Damage.
Major Damage stands up and is assessing the damage. Major Damage goes
to Johnny Oakes left leg and cramps on a spinning toehold.]

PW: Smart move!  Without his legs, it's impossible for Johnny Oakes to
walk.

[Major Damage releases the hold and drags him over to the rope. He
drapes that leg over the rope and lands on it full weight!]

PW: Was that the crack of a bone I heard?!!

[Major Damage pulls him up by the hair and whips him into the
turnbuckle. Major Damage with a full head of steam and Johnny Oakes
GETS A FOOT UP and just knocked him one in the chops.  Johnny Oakes
with a clothesline that just took Major Damage out of his boots!]

CL: Both men are down!  The fans are standing for this one folks.

[Johnny Oakes clears the cobwebs and shakes his left leg trying to
regain more feeling in it.  Major Damage is dazed and is standing
groggy.]

PW: MAJOR! BEHIND YOU!!!!!

[Johnny Oakes with a side Russian Leg Sweep that takes down Major
Damage. Major Damage's head thudded against that mat. Johnny Oakes has
grabbed the back of Major Damage head and is driving it repeatedly
into the mat.]

CL: You could hear the head of Major Damage hitting the mat. Major
Damage grimaces in pain and as well he should."

PW: Christ...c'mon Major Damage...get up!!

CL: Johnny Oakes is echoing that same sentiment as he's motioning for
Major Damage to get up.

[Johnny Oakes off the ring ropes and goes for a clothesline.  Major
Damage side
steps and tosses Johnny Oakes over the top rope to the outside.
Johnny Oakes lands hard on the mat as Major Damage slides to the
outside. Major Damage kicks off the ring steps and picks Johnny Oakes
up by the hair and is looking to powerbomb him onto the ring steps but
Johnny Oakes reverses it and Major Damage lands back first onto the
ring steps...]

PW: I can't believe what I just saw!

[Major Damage is laying motionless across the ring steps as Johnny
Oakes with a elbow to the throat of Major Damage. Johnny Oakes is just
grinding that elbow in the throat it's only assumed that Major Damage
is gasping for air at this point.]

CL: The fans are clapping their hands in unison as Johnny Oakes is
giving it all he's got!

[Johnny Oakes picks up Major Damage and tosses him into the ring.
Johnny Oakes stops to think for a second and removes the thin padding
around the ring.  He grabs Major Damage's head again.]

CL: Oh my!!!

PW: YIKES!

CL: He just reverse DDT'ed him while Major Damage was lying on the
ring apron.

PW: That was one sickening thud as Major Damage's head hit the
concrete floor!

CL: You can sense the hatred these two men have for each other.

[Major Damage is being set up for a piledriver now.  Johnny Oakes
looks for the fans approval.  Major Damage is struggling to break free
of the hold.  Johnny Oakes has him up in position....]

PW: Oh..don't make me watch!!  NO!

[Major Damage's feet are back on the ground. Double leg take
down....SLINGSHOT!!  And Johnny Oakes just collided with the ring
post...]

PW: Both men are down on the ground. Nice counter by Major Damage.

CL: But he can't follow up with it. That's the problem!

PW: Fans, both of these men have an intense hatred for each other.
They're putting their
bodies on the line to seriously hurt each other.

[Major Damage is the first man to his feet. You can see that he's
still visibly shaken after that Reverse DDT. Johnny Oakes is rolled
back into the ring. Major Damage follows him in.  Major Damage chokes
Johnny Oakes as Referee Max Kelly attempts to break the hold. Johnny
Oakes is released from Major Damage's clutches and gasps for air.
Standing clothesline by Major Damage sends Johnny Oakes crashing to
the mat.  The blood dripping down the face of Johnny Oakes is now made
more evident as Major Damage grinds his boot against the forehead of
Johnny Oakes.]

PW: This is great!  Now he's just rubbing salt on the wounds of Johnny
Oakes!  Johnny Oakes is kicking the mat in pain!!

CL: You are SICK!

[Major Damage picks up Johnny Oakes with a military press...powerslam!
He turned the Military Press into a powerslam!  Major Damage focuses
his attention on Johnny Oakes's left knee again. Major Damage begins
to footstomp it into the left knee of Johnny Oakes.  Major Damage
stands Johnny Oakes up and pushes him into the turnbuckle. He drapes
that left leg over the middle rope and begins kick away at the leg.
Max Kelly finally has had enough and gets in between Major Damage and
is starting to yell at him.]

CL: This is PVW action at it's finest!

[Johnny Oakes just took a swing at Major Damage...]

CL: Even through all the pain that he's been put through in the past
few minutes, he's still fighting! This man is resilient!

PW: It's not doing him much good though.

[Major Damage nonchalantly kicked him in the knee and that put Johnny
Oakes on his back again.]

CL: That knee really is bothering him at this point.

PW: Major Damage has picked a point on the body and is attacking it.
Great strategy by any wrestler.

[Major Damage pulls him back up....SMALL PACKAGE BY Johnny Oakes!!!!!]













ONE ...











TWO ...










THREE ---





[Disappointing Pop!]





PW: Major Damage kicks out!

[Major Damage and Johnny Oakes both reach there feet at the same time
and an Irish whip by Major Damage...sunset flip by Johnny Oakes!!]













ONE ...











TWO ...






CL: Two count again!!  The fans are starting to stomp their feet to
get Johnny Oakes pumped up.

[Johnny Oakes is back to his feet and takes a look at the crowd. He
begins to take in the energy of the fans.  Major Damage back to his
feet and so is Johnny Oakes.  Johnny Oakes with knife-edge chops into
the corner.  He mounts the second turnbuckle and the fans begin to
chant along.  Major Damage pulls grabs him as if to powerbomb him but
Johnny Oakes slides back down into a sunset flip pin.  Major Damage
drops to his knees only to have it reversed into the Sunset flip.]












ONE ...







CL: The fans sense this one could be over...





TWO ...






PW: YES! He kicked out!!

CL: Running knee lift by Johnny Oakes! And another! And another! The
crowd is electric at this point!

[Major Damage swings but Johnny Oakes blocks into a crucifix pin...]












ONE ...











TWO ...





PW: Another kick out!  Major Damage slides to the outside. Good
move..slow the momentum.

CL: Johnny Oakes with a baseball slide and Major Damage collides with
the ring barricade.

[Johnny Oakes tries for a plancha to the outside but is caught by
Major Damage. Major Damage rams his back into the ring pole and slams
him into the steel steps.  Johnny Oakes is cringing in pain while
Major Damage is exhausted from his defensive combination. Major Damage
goes beneath the ring apron and pulls out a table.  He sets the table
up on the outside and puts Johnny Oakes on it. He nails Johnny Oakes
with a right hand for good measure and mounts to the apron. He re-
thinks and climbs to the second turnbuckle.  He jumps off and lands a
flying knee on Johnny Oakes.]

PW: Did you see that?!! That was incredible!

[Major Damage doubles over in pain while Johnny Oakes flinches from
the pain.  Major Damage stands up and looks at the damage he's done.
He pulls part of that jagged table from underneath Johnny Oakes and
turns him on his stomach.]

CL: What's he doing?  He's not going to...

PW: CARNAGE!!  He just raked the jagged edge of that table against the
back of Johnny Oakes! He's drawing blood from his back!!!

[Johnny Oakes flips over on his back and Major Damage just grinds that
jagged table on the face of Johnny Oakes...]

CL: Parents put the kids to bed, this one has just took a turn for the
worse!!

PW: I'm enjoying this more than I thought I would!!

[Johnny Oakes is rolled back into the ring surprisingly, Johnny Oakes
is trying to pull himself back up after all of that.]

CL: He's..He's pulling himself up? Major Damage has thrown everything
except the kitchen sink at Johnny Oakes and Johnny Oakes is still
getting up?

[The fans are clapping their hands and stomping their feet to get
their hero going.]

PW: Some people are just too stupid for their own good...

[Major Damage attempts the same powerbomb but Johnny Oakes slides off
and as Major Damage turns around to see what happened to his opponent,
Johnny Oakes nails him with a Face-First Russian Leg-Sweep that
smashes Major Damage's face against the top turnbuckle.]

CL: It almost turned that gas mask sideways! The crowd's screams and
yells are deafening at this point.

PW: My God!  The mat is stained with the blood of these two
combatants. Red badges of courage tell us that this battle hasn't just
been a wrestling match, it's been a war!

[Neither man is moving at this point.  That move seemed to take as
much out of Major Damage as it did of Johnny Oakes.]

CL: Look at that! Both men are attempting to get back on their feet...


[Major Damage is the first one completely up and Johnny Oakes just
nearly got his head taken off with a clothesline. Major Damage pulls
Johnny Oakes up but Johnny Oakes is fitting back with rights to the
breadbasket.  Major Damage kicks Johnny Oakes in the stomach and as he
doubles over in pain, Major Damage grabs Johnny Oakes by the
throat...]

CL: Thunder Melt!!

PW: If he hits this it's over!!!

[Flashbulbs go off as the crowd anticipates the end of this battle.
Major Damage is holding Johnny Oakes off the ground and then delivers
a massive two hand powebomb. As you see Johnny Oakes head snaps off
the back of the mat. Major Damage goes for the pin...]












ONE ...












TWO ...












THREE !!!





HD: The winner of this match Major Damage!!!

CL: What an epic battle that was...

PW: I told you Major Damage would win this guy is on a mission..

CL: Johnny Oakes gave it his all here tonight but just fell short...

[Major Damage is shown in the ring raising his hand. Major Damage sees
Johnny Oakes start to roll around on the mat.]

CL: What does Major Damage have planned down..

PW: Whatever it is I don't this is will be good for Johnny Oakes.

[Major Damage begins to put the boots to Johnny Oakes. Johnny Oakes
gets kicked out of the ring by Major Damage as Major Damage follows
him to the outside. Major Damage then picks up Johnny Oakes in another
Thunder Melt and begins to walk over to the ring steps as you see PVW
officials running down to ringside. PVW officials are surround the
ring steps trying to get Major Damage not to hit a Thunder Melt on the
ring steps...]

CL: He is trying to do the same exact thing he did to Showtime Rick
Marley...

PW: I know and I love it...

CL: Someone needs to stop Major Damage...

[Officials appear to be surrounding Major Damage who holds a now limp
Johnny Oakes in the air.  From the top of the entrance way appears a
man dressed in black tank top, combat fatigues, doc marten combat
boots. The 6'3" 265 pound man with a battered silver Halliburton in
hand begins to walk down the isle way.]

CL: The Mercenary!!!!!

PW: What is he doing here?

CL: The hard nosed hired gun has made his way to the PVW!?!?!

[Major Damage who has now found a new target drops Johnny Oakes.
Referee Max Kelly quickly drops down checking on the superstar as the
rest of the officials have now cut Major Damage from heading up the
isle way.]

PW: Major Damage doesn't appear to be backing down.

CL: The Mercenary only shows up when he is paid well, _VERY WELL_!

PW: Rick Marley?

CL: Your guess is as good as mine, but I assume Marley would never
bring in someone like The Mercenary...not with his reputation.

PW: Drastic measures bring ....

CL: Rick Marley and The Mercenary have had more then their share of
battles.

[Major Damage seems to be attempting to push his way through the
gathered PVW officials.  The Mercenary pats the Halliburton and points
from him to Major Damage.]

CL: It appears he is sending Major Damage a message!

PW: Major Damage has already crippled Rick Marley and by the looks at
Johnny Oakes he isn't returning to the ring anytime soon.

[Major Damage tosses one official to the side, but is quickly cut off
by three more.  The Mercenary gives the old thumb across the throat
signal sending Major Damage a message then turns and heads back to the
backstage area.]

CL: Major Damage is besides himself!   He wants to get past these
officials and collide with The Mercenary!

PW: In due time..

CL: While we get order at ring side let's return to the backstage.

[The view slowly fades into a small room in the back.  A light is
turned on and we see a chair taking up space.  The man sits down on
the chair, clutching a red apple in his left hand.  This man is "The
Fighting Irishman" Caleb Foley.  Foley on the biggest night of his
wrestler career isn't in his wrestling attire. Instead Foley is
wearing a pair of torn dark blue jeans and a white T-shirt.  He takes
a big bite out of the apple and then holds it away from him, eyeing it
intently.]

Foley: For some odd reason, ... I draw a comparison between this apple
and the PVW World Heavyweight Champion "The Conceited Bastard" Chase
Williams.  Both are fairly respectable based on the outside.  Chase
Williams seems like a fair competitor. He embodies everything presumed
"good" for Pro-Wrestling.  He is in good shape, has an intimidating
presence - to some and he appears athletic.  Much like this Apple.
Bright red skin, strong outside and it appears to be very tasty.

[Foley takes a second bite, this time getting to the core, exposing
the seeds.  His eyes squint as he places the apple down and spits the
chunk into his hand.]

Foley: Fortunately, I don't judge books by their cover.  Because by
the same token that has Chase and this apple looking good on the
outside, they both have poor insides.  Both tend to leave a bad taste
in your both and when you get to the core of them, you realize there
really isn't anything special about it.

[Caleb re-adjusts himself in the chair, bring his right leg up
underneath his left leg.]

Foley: You see Chase, ... amongst your rambling, your incoherent
babbling and yes, your deviation from the actual matter at hand - one
thing became painfully obvious.  You, my friend, are simply over-
confident.  I am far from conceited.  I am the biggest advocate of
'any man can be beaten, any time.'  I'm an underdog.  I know I am.  I
thank the suits of this Phoenix Valley Wrestling for giving me, a no-
name unknown a chance to shine.  And that is again where we differ,
Chase.

[Foley sighs.]

Foley: You have placed yourself upon a pedestal, Williams.  But
everyone can see you're in too deep.  You have put yourself up to the
very top and because of that, you are going to fall very long... and
very hard.  I may not be the man to make you fall.  And the man you
face after me might not be either. But sometime soon -- a man will
come along and make you fall.  And I hope I am there to see you fall
from grace.  What a smile that would bring to my face.

[Slight pause.]

Foley: You have laid down the foundation of this match quite easily,
Chase. You are the wrecking ball.  You are the PVW World Heavyweight
Champion, better than ever and nothing will stop you.  I am just a
ROOKIE but clearly, no match for you.  I am the underdog.  I am the
bottom of the barrel.  In your eyes, I shouldn't even be fighting you.
Well Chase - I am and because of that, you need to prepare for me.  No
one else.  I am who you will see across the ring.  Not your agent.
Not your accountant. Not your wife.

[Foley's eyes light up.]

Foley: Me.  Caleb Foley.

You need to be ready to fight me.  I have absolutely nothing to lose
and because of that Chase, I am a very dangerous man.  You, though,
have all but guaranteed victory.  If I lose, it will be expected.  If
you lose? Well, ... well then everyone would see you for who you truly
are, Chase.

[Caleb picks up the apple and walks over to the garbage can, holding
the fruit above the can.]

Foley: That one apple everyone in the store touches... but never buys.

[Foley then stands up and begins to stretch for his World Title Match.
Foley seems strictly business tonight. Can The Fighting Irishman
defeat The Conceited Bastard? Who will win this match tonight. What
man will take the bull by the horns and walk out of the arena tonight
as the Phoenix Valley Wrestling Champion. Fans there is only one way
to find out and that is stay watching Rise from Ashes... The screen
is black and silent besides ambient room tone before Dean Hayes' voice
breaks the growing tension]

Dean Hayes: As part of PVW's preliminary agreement with Jessica Realty
I again have to fill in for her while she recovers from the alleged
sexual assault by Rob Cole on Heatwave. I don't even know who this guy
is and we're sitting in the dark...

[A small flashlight beam appears illuminating only a piece of paper
and part of a red shirt from whoever is holding it, presumed Dean.]

Dean: And as cool as it is to sit in the dark and brood in
professional wrestling it's pretty dumb when someone is expected to
read a speech their were just handed as the lights went out. We're
backstage at The Armory and Rise From The Ashes is in about eight
hours...

[Dean shuffles through the papers, having not been given them in
order.]

Dean: And the only reason we're sitting in the dark is apparently to
symbolize how in the dark the so called industry "experts" are when
they tried to predict the outcome of tonight's match with Rob Cole. It
seems The Masked Outlaw has many magical masked powers, including
closely following the industry.

[Soft gloved clapping is heard as The Masked Outlaw appreciates the
compliment.]

Dean: Some of the detailed and carefully weighed analysis included,
"Cole has been on fire", "Cole gets to unmask the Masked Outlaw", and
the classic "Cole. Nuff Said".

[Dean pauses as he thinks about what he had just read for the first
time.]

Dean: (off script, partly to himself) That Nuff Said comment was
unnecessary. I don't even think that gentlemen has been following PVW.

[Dean trails off and he looks though his papers again, returning to
the script.]

Dean: Don't ever underestimate a masked outlaw only because you don't
know who he is, expert nerds. And besides how I should be the favorite
Rob Cole doesn't even deserve your seemingly blind devotion. He has
yet to win a match since PVW's first event. Five years ago Rob Cole
being pinned twice within a year was unheard of. Today, the losses are
casually posted on PVW.org. Three years ago no one would have used
Rob's own Cast Out Powerbomb in a match, let alone on Cole himself.
Today, I've laid out The Monster Under The Bed with his own move. And
today Rob Cole being laid out is so monumental the PVW crew couldn't
clear Rob out of the ring fast enough so they could start Live &
Gultch's entrance.

[Dean notices a blue Post-It note attached to the bottom of the page.]

Dean: There's an added note here... (glances at it) mentioning that a
Cast Out Powerbomb is inferior of a traditional powerbomb... (Dean
tosses the note aside) I think that's common knowledge.

[Masked Outlaw is heard clapping again.]

Dean: Today Rob Cole is just selfish, cowardly, and scared. But that
isn't what makes Rob Cole The Monster Under The Bed....

[There is a loud click as a 8mm projector begins projecting footage
from the last Heatwave.]

FILM: The camera pans back as Cole leans forward... and yanks up
Jessica Realty who is wearing the white Beasto Magnifico Mask from the
show before. Well, it used to be white... blood has seeped through
from within the cloth, and a gag is tied over the mouthpiece... her
eyes are open wide in fear and pain, tears streaming freely as the
terrorized woman trembles beneath the stalking figure of Rob Cole.]

[There is a noticeable edit in the film, removing then Cole was
speaking.]

FILM: [Cole drops Jessica face down, staring down at her trembling
form... he slowly smiles and shakes his head.  He kneels once more,
pulling her up by the mask again... ]

FILM: [Cole pulls the mask off, revealing some bloody splotches where
wounds... should be?  The Jessica is gagged, but otherwise in perfect
health.  No bruising, no cuts, no wounds... just fear, terror]

Dean: Rob Cole is disgusting.

[The projector reaches the end of the film and it spins off the take
up reel, flapping against the projector.]

Dean: Nuff Said.

[We Fade back to the announcers table.  Preston Winfield is covering
his eyes.]

PW: I can't watch such disgust!

CL: We are back live Preston.

PW: I don't know how Rob Cole can live with himself.

CL: I think The Masked Outlaw is overeating.  Before that we saw a
focused Caleb Foley.  He is ready to embark on his greatest challenge
tonight.   However it's almost time to see if The Masked Outlaw can
back those words up.

PW: Finally it's about time we get to watch Rob Cole pay for the way
he treated the lovely Jessica.

CL: Rob Cole was one man away from becoming the first PVW Heavyweight
Championship.  From there the Extreme icon has run into a small little
problem,

PW: Small? I'd call it a big problem.

CL: There is an enigmatic wrestler parading around under the hidden
identity, The Masked Outlaw.

PW: Catchy name!

CL: He claims to represent the hundreds of wrestlers that Rob Cole has
mistreated in various ways over his career.

PW: You have to admit there is many.

CL: He has interfered... He has left Rob Cole in a pile of his own
blood...  He has hit The Outcast with his own finisher.

PW: I especially like that part.

CL: Tonight these two step into the ring.  Tonight will we find out
who the Masked Outlaw is?

PW: We can only hope.

[Herk Douglas re-enters the ring.]

HD: Ladies and gents this match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing
first....

[Herk Douglas Pauses.]

HD: I don't have any information, but ---


Here is....


Masked Outlaw !!!!


[The lights go out in the arena but no music or lighting effects
begin. There is just silence broken by a light murmur from the crowd
as some fans begin to notice a flashlight in the aisle. A member of
the PVW crew has a flashlight and behind him, with one hand on the
crew member’s shoulder for direction, is The Masked Outlaw. The Masked
Outlaw wears all black, including gloves, except for bright white
bootlaces and his bright white mask. Once they reach the ring the PVW
crew member leaves as the light come back up and we see that the words
[The Masked F***’in Outlaw] is written in bright white calligraphy
around his waist in a belt’s position]

PW: Look at the powerful frame of The Masked Outlaw.  He is a beast!

CL: He can't be any taller then six foot two.

PW: Yeah, but it's a rock solid six feet two!

HD: His opponent... Hudson Valley, New York... weighing in at two
hundred and eighty six pounds and Standing at six foot three.


Here is....


Rob Cole !!!!


[“Rumatahatta” by Sepultura hits the PA system as the crowd cheers.
Out steps the Outcast.  The long dark hair hangs in wet tangles around
his face and head, he is dressed in a pair of loose fitting black
pants with a silver barbed wire trim design up along the sides.  Red
and black boots, taped fists, and a sleeveless teeshirt finishes out
Cole's attire. The camera zooms in on the face of the legend and it's
covered in scars from past battles. He walks slowly down to the ring
and rolls under the bottom ropes.]

CL: If looks could kill...

PW: Yeah I agree Masked Outlaw looks mean.

CL: Rob Cole is ready for war!

[Referee, Jay O'Riley begins to inform the two men the rules, but Rob
Cole isn't waiting!]


___________    ____       ________________________________________
___  __ \_ |  / /_ |     / /
__  /_/ /_ | / /__ | /| / /      One on One Grudge Match
_  ____/__ |/ / __ |/ |/ /      Rob Cole v. Masked Outlaw
/_/     _____/  ____/|____________________________________________



<<< DING   DING >>>


CL: Whoa!  Look out!  Cole sprints across the ring towards the Masked
Outlaw...

PW: Who charges right back at him and buries a shoulder into Cole's
guts!  That guy's not afraid of anything...Cole may be able to beat up
little girls, but The Masked Outlaw's all man, baby!

CL: Have you been sneaking into the changing rooms again?

PW: ...not that way!

CL: Right.  Back to the action as The Masked Outlaw fires a flurry of
punches at Rob Cole, not backing down an inch from the slightly larger
man.

PW: He ain't afraid of no monster under the bed!

CL: Cole firing back as he starts to gain the upper hand...a
right...and another...and one more has The Masked one staggering...oh,
but he counters with a strong kneelift that stops Cole in his tracks.

PW: That knee's almost as good as a five iron.

CL: Outlaw laying more strong right hands into the face of Rob Cole,
taking an early advantage over the man he's been tormenting...

PW: The child abuser...poor Jessica...

CL: Masked Outlaw sends Cole for a ride...and catches him with a
spinebuster that absolutely buries him backfirst into the canvas!

PW: He's buried good, baby.  Gettin' deep in the rough here.

CL: What's with all of the golf metaphors?

PW: I've got an interview with the PGA coming up soon...happy trails
for yours truly, but I've gotta get back in the habit.

CL: Masked Outlaw right on top of Cole, firing away with rights and
lefts, but the Monster Under the Bed fires back on his own, his right
hand working like a piston as he fires a barrage of punches from his
back that back The Masked Outlaw down. Cole continues to fire..

PW: Around a thousand closed fists now...c'mon, ref!

CL: Jay O'Riley trying to back Cole off, but he completely ignores the
official as he…OH LORD!  He grabs The Masked Outlaw and latches on
with his teeth to the mystery man's arm!

PW: That's what happens when you get behind Gutch and Jonathan Monarch
at the buffet line.

CL: O'Riley PULLING Cole away from The Masked Outlaw and standing
between the two men as his finger goes into Cole's face.  The
wild-eyed veteran is hearing none of is as he shoulders past the
official and brings The Masked Outlaw up to his feet, and plants him
back down with a stiff body slam!  Cole bends down to pick his nemesis
back up…

PW: One of the many  including spelling tests.

CL: OH!  And gets a thumb in his eye from the Masked Outlaw for his
trouble!  Masked Outlaw getting to his feet, and he plants a
soccer-style kick to the ribs of The Out cast, and follows closely
with
a stiff elbow drop into the small of his back, and another, and a
third!

PW: I'm afraid that Cole isn't gonna keep track of any more of these…

CL: Think he's in too much pain?

PW: Nope, he can't count any higher than three.

CL: Masked Outlaw in control now as he brings Cole to his feet fires a
right hand, and a second backs The Outcast into the ropes...and drops
him with a stiff clothesline...and then starts stomping away on Cole!

PW: Just testing out the shoe leather, that's all.

CL: And Masked Outlaw...oh, that's uncalled for!  He stood on Cole's
face and twisted, adding insult to injury.

PW: I think he was more concerned with insult on that one.

CL: And I think he may have just pushed Cole a bit too far...Masked
Outlaw is arguing withe the referee about his tactics as the Outcast
comes to his feet with fire in his eyes and bad intentions on his
mind.

PW: Do you just own a book of cliches or something...'cause I
mean...that's just plain dated.

CL: Masked Outlaw doesn't see Cole coming...Cole spins in around and
lands a huge haymaker, rocking Masked Outlaw backwards...

PW: And taking out Jay O'Riley in the process!

CL: Masked Outlaws' had bounced hard off of O'Riley's face and the
official is laid out!  Cole doesn't even notice as he stays on top of
Masked Outlaw and hoists him up...and drops him with a Russian
Legsweep.  Cole stays right there, grabbing Masked Outlaw's arm and
applying a Fujiwara armbar...Masked Outlaw quickly grabs the ropes
with the other arm!

PW: That's not fair, he's got to break that hold!  The man's got the
ropes!

CL: The referee is down and Rob Cole might not care even if he
wasn't...Masked Outlaw's been playing with a bull and now he's getting
the horns!  He's wrenching back on that arm, torquing for all he's
worth...and MASKED OUTLAW IS TAPPING...HE'S TAPPING OUT!

PW: But there's no ref!  The referee is down!

CL: Cole sustains the hold...not releases it to check on the official.
Masked Outlaw rolls out of the ring clutching his injured arm to his
chest, crumpled in a pile next to the ring apron...

PW: Cole's out of control!  I'm telling you, he's gonna look for
another little girl to beat on next!  Just you wait!

CL: Cole is trying to revive O'Riley...wait...what's that in Masked
Outlaw's hands?

PW: Looks like a spool of barbed wire!

CL: Masked Outlaw slides into the ring behind Cole...and fires an
uppercut south of the border from behind!

PW: All's fair in love, war and wrasslin'!

CL: And *I* use cliches?  What's Masked Outlaw doing now?

PW: He's lynching Cole with that barbed wire is what he's doing!

CL: This is despicable!  The Masked Outlaw is wrapping that barbed
wire around Rob Cole's throat and picking him up...shaking violently
back and forth!  He's savaging The Outcast's neck and chest here!

PW: Cole's gonna get his head sawed clean off if he's not
careful...this could be serious!

CL: Cole's kicking violently...his arms flail for a moment before his
and searches down into his boot...

PW: How in the hell can he concentrate enough to do that while Masked
Outlaw's working over his throat?

CL: That man's a former champion...and he's showing why right
now...HE'S PULLED SOME SORT OF SPIKE OUT OF HIS BOOT...AND HE DRIVES
IT INTO THE SIDE OF THE MASKED OUTLAW'S HEAD!

PW: Well...that's one way to get someone to stop hanging you with
barbed wire...

CL: Cole is up, and I didn't think it was possible, but he's madder
now than I've ever seen him before!  He removes the barbed wire from
his throat and stalks towards Masked Outlaw with the spike in hand...

PW: I think he's gonna kill him!  Like for real...

CL: The Masked Outlaw begs off of Cole, and then goes for the
low blow... which Rob Cole sidesteps and drives lariat to side of MO's
neck! The man goes down, clutching at his neck as Cole yanks him up
from behind... and starts to work the laces of the mask loose!]

CL: And Cole wants to know who the man behind the mask really is!

PW: That's not right... Cole should respect the mans' privacy!

CL: Cole yanks the laces off the mask, but the Outlaw manages to rise
and grab the top of Coles head... for a jawbuster! MO checks his mask,
and charges in for Cole...who sidesteps and wraps the lace around the
throat for one...two...three...four...five...

PW: Why are you counting?  O'Riely's still down.

CL: Cole releases the lace...and the Outcast snapmares Masked Outlaw
back to the center of the ring! Cole charges and DRIVES a knee to the
back of the skull!  O'Riley is FINALLY coming to his feet and he
immediately removes the barbed wire from the ring.

PW: Gosh, I wonder why?

CL: Masked Outlaw comes slowly to his feet as Cole stalks towards
him...the masked man leans heavily on the ropes...and grab's Cole by
the front of the trunks and yanks as he falls, sending The Outcast
through the ropes to the floor!

PW: Too smart for Cole, the Masked Outlaw was just playing possum...

CL: But Cole lands on his feet... M.O. might be celebrating a bit too
early!  Cole snatches the Outlaw's legs from beneath him, and yanks
him outside of the ring... and proceeds to drill him with huge right
forearms! He forces the man to the guardrail and grabs a handful of
mask flaps... and DRIVES the man into the railing! Outlaw's legs give
out and Cole continues to slam his head into the Railing! Again! And
Again!!! Cole proceeds to twist the mask off center, and Outlaw
struggles with him.... ]

PW: What the hell?!?!!!

CL: Cole releases Outlaw and rolls to the apron... but the Outlaw is
blinded by his own mask! He gets to his feet, twisting it back into
face... and that's not a sight he wants to see: Rob Cole charges just
as Outlaw registers where he is... but it's too late to move as Cole
dives, rolling into a senton that splatters both men on the cold
pavement of the arena floor!

PW: On man...I think we're gonna need a mop to and spatula to clean
these two up!

CL: Neither man moving as Jay O'Riley starts the 10 count...

PW: I don't get these guys that splatter themselves all over the
floor...don't they understand that concrete hurts?

CL: Rob Cole understood it perfectly...he just wanted to hurt The
Masked Outlaw more than he didn't want to get hurt himself.

PW: That's the definition of insanity right there.

CL: But The Spectre and Major Damage are fine?

PW: TOTALLY different.

CL: Cole is back to his feet and rolls into the ring to break the
count at six...and rolls back out to approach the slowly recovering
Masked Outlaw...who fires a shot to the bleeding throat of Rob Cole as
he approaches, causing the larger man to clutch his throat and gasp
for air.

PW: Masked Outlaw is just trying to buy some time, that's all.

CL: Time that Cole isn't going to give him as he moves in...only to
get caught by a knee lift from M.O...who follows up with a European
Uppercut that sends Cole crashing to the mat.

PW: Why'd O'Riley stop counting?

CL: I'm guessing that he's decided that these two need the chance to
settle things, and a count out doesn't solve anything.

PW: So it's okay for a referee to ignore the rules?  What the hell
kind of sport do we work in?

CL: Masked Outlaw in control as he picks up Rob Cole, who may be
showing some signs that the blood loss is taking an effect on
him...Masked Outlaw moves Cole towards the guardrail...and smashes him
back first with an Irish whip...and another...and a third!  He's using
Cole like a human pinball out there!

PW: Pinball IS a very popular game...

CL: Masked Outlaw let's Cole droop to the floor on his stomach...and
drives leaps, driving a knee  into the small of his back!  Cole is
writhing in pain, crawling away from Masked Outlaw, who stalks after
him...only to be cut off by referee Jay O'Riley!  O'Riley is ORDERING
Masked Outlaw back into the ring.

PW: What's Cole doing?

CL: Looks like Cole is wrapping his fist in that barbed wire...

PW: Didn't he get enough of that already?

CL: Apparently not!  Masked Outlaw shoves past Jay O'Riley...and gets
caught with a rising haymaker to the gut...and a second...and a third!
 And now Cole drops the barbed wire to the roar of the crowd!

PW: WHERE'S THE DQ?!?!?!?!?

CL: I don't know that O'Riley saw a thing, but he's certainly not
calling for the bell...Cole tosses Masked Outlaw back into the ring,
following closely behind...he picks the masked man up to his feet...go
behind...and a german suplex...and a second...and a third with
release!

PW: TOLD you he can't count higher than three.

CL: Masked Outlaw in a bad way...and Cole picks him up again...AND
NAILS THE CAST OUT POWERBOMB!  COLE WITH THE COVER!!!




ONE ...




TWO ...




THREE !!!




[Massive Pop!]

CL: HE GOT HIM!

PW: I'm pretty sure he cheated.

CL: And Cole stumbles over towards his fallen opponent...and starts
tearing at that mask...

PW: The match is over!  Why isn't security stopping this?

CL: Cole wouldn't stop for anything less than a riot squad at this
point...and off comes the mask!

PW: Either he's got really odd coloring, or that's another mask...

CL: Masked Outlaw apparently saw this one coming and had a SECOND mask
on under the first...which Cole is now trying to get off as well...

PW: Hold the phones!  Look who just climbed into the ring!  It's
Jessica Realty!  And she...she...SHE JUST SLAPPED THE TASTE OUT OF ROB
COLE'S MOUTH!

CL: It is!  The former cheerleader who was in the wrong place at the
wrong time when Cole wanted a piece of the Masked Outlaw before...and
now she's just done an incredibly, incredibly stupid thing...

PW: We need security out here, fast!

CL: Cole advances towards her with a sinister look on his face and an
evil grin spreading as the skinny girl backs off, no longer looking
quite so sure about what she did.

PW: Can you blame her?

CL: Masked Outlaw has rolled out of the ring in the meantime...and
come up from under the ring with that brown leather strap!

PW: This'll help!  Save her, Masked Outlaw!

CL: Cole grabs Jessica by the hair, snarling at her as Masked Outlaw
charges from behind...and NAILS HIM BETWEEN THE SHOULDER BLADES WITH
THAT LEATHER STRAP!

PW: Run Jessica, Run!

CL: Jessica Realty clears out of the way as The Masked Outlaw lays
into The Outcast like a momma that caught her son looking at Playboys!
Look at the welts on his back!

PW: They match the cuts on his neck!

CL: Security FINALLY storms the ring and drags The Masked Outlaw away,
placing a wall of flesh between him and Cole!  Jessica clings
tearfully to The Masked Outlaw as he backs down the aisle pointing at
Cole and making a whipping motion.

PW: And so the saga continues...

CL: Rob Cole won the war and just when we were about to find out who
was under that mask it appeared The Masked Outlaw had a plan B.

PW: You have to be over prepared when you step in the ring with Rob
Cole.  If Rob Cole thinks this is over then he is far mistaken.  He
won a battle, but the war wages on.

CL: Rob Cole lives to bleed.  You can bet he will take this victory
and any other battle this Masked enigma wants.

PW: Watch your back Rob Cole.

[Backstage, Swingin' Dean Hayes stands ready with his mic.]

Hayes:  Ladies and gentlemen, joining me at this time is the new PVW
Rising Phoenix Heritage Champion, 'The Paladin' Chris Hartt.  Chris,
you're moments away from meeting RJ Souza in the ring for the
Louisville on a Pole match.  What thoughts do you have going into this
match?

[Hartt stands dressed in his gear, the title belt around his waist.
His gaze is a little distant, but fierce and penetrating.]

Hartt:  Dean, there's some seriously deep thoughts running around in
my head right now.

It seems that friendship is the one thing I'm thinking about most
right now.  RJ Souza was a good man. He meant more to me than a
brother.  He was there for me after Vinnie Vasquez went his own way,
and God love him, he's doing things that make him happiest.  But, you
see, RJ and Destiny both held special places in my heart.  Both of
them treated me so kind, so equal, so full of compassion and
friendship.

That's why it just breaks my heart to hear that RJ could have any
doubt about my intentions as a man and as a friend.  He claims I stole
Destiny away from him, but he pushed her away and all I ever did was
console her as a friend.  He honestly believes I would try to come
between the two of them.  He was like a cool older brother and she his
perfect companion.  I would have done anything for them.  It's
unconscionable that he'd accuse me this way.  It's even worse that
he'd repeatedly attack me in the ring with his bat, Louisville.
Slamming me in the back of the head on more than one occasion.  He's
betrayed Destiny's trust, my loyalty and the virtue which Louisville
once stood for.

And now, RJ's tossed Destiny aside for his little pal, Paul Sandler.

[The Pause tells it all.]

Hartt: He's listened as Worm tongue spreads darkness and evil in lies
and fabrication.  Souza sits on his throne and grows older and more
befuddled in his thinking, while Worm tongue continues spinning the
details to make his own bleak outlook seem more favorable.

RJ, you're a deluded and twisted man.  I am only glad that now, in
that ring, we meet to finally see who will stand triumphant over who.
Louisville will aid in that decision and whether it's you or me that
wields her, the truth of all matters will be finally put to rest.
Your base accusations will have no more power.  You won't be able to
spin your lies and try to blind everyone with your own deluded version
of the truth.

This...[slaps the title belt] ...is my truth.  I am the Rising Phoenix
Heritage Champion and there is no way I will let you take my pride, my
belief or my title!  Like the death of a phoenix, all that is left now
between us are ashes.  Whether our friendship will rise again is only
up to you.  Pull your head out of your backside and be ready to face
the reality like a man!!  This is the time when all details are set
aside in favor of getting down to
the truth!

Friends or not, right now, all I have in my mind is just how much I
want to make you suffer for your actions.  I want nothing more than to
be the judge, jury and executioner on you, 'Bad Karma'.  I will walk
away from this match vindicated from your lies!  And you will carry
the pain of regret, as well as the high holy ass-kicking that is about
to take place!

May the Gods have Mercy on your soul, because I won't!!

[Hartt walks off, as Hayes stands in awe.]

Hayes:  I do not envy either of these men and the match they are about
to have.  This will be one for the history books, folks. And that
match is next!

[Slugger on a Pole Pop!]

CL: They are placing that black Louisville Slugger on the Pole and we
know what match is next.

PW: Time to dent Chris Hartt's skull, Barry Bonds style.

CL: Umm that doesn't sound too nice.

PW: Neither is what Chris Hartt has been doing to RJ Souza's wife.

CL: There is no proof to that accusation.  Chris Hartt has been a
loyal friend to the Souza's.

PW: Yeah just until he could get into RJ's wife's pants!

CL: Moving on.

[Herk Douglas stands inside the ring and looks up at the baseball bat
and then back at the crowd. He stands and waits as the cheers die
down.]

HD: It's time for the Louisville Slugger on a Pole match.  The first
man to reach the baseball bat and use it on his opponent and get a ten
count will win the match.  The match is also for the PVW RISING
PHOENIX HERITAGE CHAMPIONSHIP!!!

[Championship match Pop!]

PW: RJ! RJ! RJ!

CL: Quiet it down.

HD: Introducing first the challenger...  At 240lbs, from Oakland
California, With 'The Mega Agent' Paul Sandler at his side....


Here is....


'Bad Karma' RJ Souza !!!!


"A little bit more ATTITUDE!!!"

[A single spotlight shines of the ever dark RJ Souza. He holds both
hands over his head. Two white fireworks flow on both sides of the
entrance As he absorbs the fans jeers. He drops his hands and walks to
the ring. The Man in black sides under the ropes and stands in the
center, pulling his arms back, ala a cross and turns his head to the
left.]

PW: It's time to face the Karma!

CL: RJ Souza has been a force in the early going here.  His record
doesn't reflect the impact he has had on the PVW thus far.  Tonight he
could go a long way in showing everyone that by grabbing that baseball
bat and winning the PVW Rising Phoenix Heritage Championship.

PW: It's not an _if_ it's an _when_.

HD: His opponent....

[Champion Pop!]

HD: standing 5' 11", weighing 245 lbs., from Minneapolis, Minnesota...
YOUR PVW RISING PHOENIX HERITAGE CHAMPION ---


Here is....


'The Paladin' Chris Hartt !!!!


['Through the Fire and Flames' by Dragonforce explodes from the
speakers as The Paladin steps out from the entrance way.  The fans are
on their feet as the PVW fan favorite, makes his way out from the
back.  Throwing his arms out like a cross, he makes his way down with
the PVW Rising Phoenix Heritage title wrapped proudly around his
waste.  The Champion continues down the isle way slapping fans' hands
and shaking some others.  He climbs into the ring and limbers up a
bit. There is a notably knee brace around that right knee that has
been worked on the past month.  He removes the PVW Rising Phoenix
Heritage Championship and thrusts it into the air as the fans rise to
their feet to give The Paladin a warm applause.]

CL: Phoenix loves The Paladin!

PW: I never said these people were smart.

[RJ Souza stands staring across as The Paladin turns and raises the
PVW Rising Phoenix Heritage Championship is way.]

CL: Chris Hartt sending RJ Souza a message.  If he wants his belt he
is going to have to fight for it.

PW: Look at that leg brace Chip.  Parker, Michaelson, Outlaw, and
Souza have all given that knee trouble.  It's going to be interesting
to see if it comes into play again tonight.

CL: There is no doubt injuries play apart in important matches, but
The Paladin has fought through each and every one of those matches and
raised his hand high.  If anyone can do it again here tonight then
it's Chris Hartt.

[Paul Sandler steps through the ropes and pats RJ Souza on the right
shoulder.  Referee Duke Martin raises the PVW Rising Phoenix Heritage
Title as the fans give a huge Pop!]





___________    ____       ________________________________________
___  __ \_ |  / /_ |     / /   PVW Rising Phoenix Heritage
__  /_/ /_ | / /__ | /| / / Louisville Slugger on a Pole Match
_  ____/__ |/ / __ |/ |/ /     RJ Souza v. Chris Hartt [c]
/_/     _____/  ____/|____________________________________________



<<< DING   DING >>>


[Hartt and Souza come face to face in the center of the ring.  Both
begin furiously jaw jacking at each other. ]


CL: Both men begin throwing hard shots at each other, hard lefts and
right repeatedly.

[Both run back to opposite ropes and charge at each other.  Hartt goes
for a high knee, but Souza avoids and nails Hart with a spear!!! ]

PW: Souza taking charge.   He straddles Hartt and begins repeatedly
nailing the "champ" with hard shots to the head.  He’s beating that
kid like a stepchild!

CL: The fans not appreciative of Souza’s actions… and RJ pulls Hartt
to his feet, he hooks the arm and twists a wringer into an armbar!
Elbow to the crook of the elbow, and another!  Chris Hartt ducks down,
rolls through… and takes Souza down with a drop toe!

PW: Souza too quick though as he slides away from Hartt and gets to
his feet.

CL: Both men lock up again, and this time Souza with quick side
headlock. Hartt twists through, ducks to one knee and takes Souza down
with a fireman carry!  And a quick arm-bar on the mat.  Beautiful mat
wrestling from Hartt, but Souza slides to the ropes. Here comes
Sandler and Hartt releases the hold!

PW: Hartt should keep his focus on Souza. Sandler isn't going to take
that title, it’s going to be the man with the golden fist!

[The fans boo as Souza rolls out of the ring, shaking his arm loose as
he stares after Chris Hartt… Paul Sandler mutters into his ear,
offering advice as the challenger keeps a distance from the ring.
Hartt continues to watch for a moment, and then turns to head up the
corner!]

CL: And Chris Hartt goes for the bat, and here comes Souza!  No!!!

[Face pop!]

PW: That was a damn trap!

CL: Hartt lured Souza into the ring by going for the bat, and dropped
him off the apron with a drop kick from the second turnbuckle!  Hartt
to the outside, and he rolls Souza back into the ring, draping his arm
over the side of the ring… and he snaps it down!

PW: What the hell?

CL: Hartt rolls into the ring…  locks on a headlock.  Hartt runs up
the turnbuckle and twists Souza around into a front face bulldog.
Hartt straddles

Souza and begins pummeling him with multiple hard shots to the head!
Hartt drags Souza up to his feet, then nails him with a European
Uppercut.  Hartt backs Souza into a corner.  Multiple hard chops to
the chest!!!

[The crowd offers their "Whoo!" in response to each chop!]

PW: Hartt with the Irish whip, and he comes charging in… DESPERATION
BOOT THE FACE!!!!!

CL: That’s thinking on your feet, Souza!

PW: Hartt clutching at his jaw, and Souza out of the corner,
neckbreaker brings Hartt down!

[Both men are on the mat, gasping for a second wind as Destiny makes
her way from the back, worry twisting her beautiful features as she
watches the carnage in the ring.]

CL: Souza gets to his knees, favoring his left arm as he turns to
regard Hartt... he moves in, and pulls Hartt to his feet, applying the
front chancery, Knee to the midsection! Another knee!  Another!  He
hauls Hartt around… AND RAMS HIM INTO THE CORNER!!!!

[Huge sympathy pop as Hartt goes through the buckles and his shoulder
hits the steel ring post!  The champion clutches his shoulder, his
face
twisting in agony as Souza leans in close, "How you like that,
Hartt?!?!!!  HUH?!?!!"]

PW: RJ Souza pulls him out of the corner… he pulls that arm and twists
it with a hammerlock, RAMS Hartt back into the corner!  It looks like
both men want to hurt one another’s arms!

CL: There’s an elbow to the back of the neck!  Another one!  Hartt
struggles back… but Souza snatches that arm again… Single arm DDT!!!
Souza not positions Chris Hartt, getting behind him and there’s a
crossface forearm!!! Another one, right across the bridge of the
nose!!  And another!!!

PW: And then right back to that left arm!  Top wrist lock, and Hartt
is in serious trouble… how’s he going to reach for that bat, or swing
it, with one arm useless?!

CL: Heritage title on the line here… and RJ Souza sends Hartt for
another right into the corner!  Here comes Souza, but Hartt lifts a
boot of his own... NO!

PW: Souza a hiccup quicker, he catches the boot and pulls Hartt out of
the corner, WHAT?!?!!!

[The crowd erupts as Hartt hops up and NAILS an enzigiuri on RJ
Souza!!! Both men are down again, struggling to their feet… ]

PW: And the challenger is up first!!!

CL: Souza nails Hartt with a hard clothesline, driving Hartt to the
mat.  Souza stomps and kicks at Hartt repeatedly, who rolls to the
ropes for the break.  The ref backs Souza away, as Hartt slowly gets
to his feet.

PW: What the hell is the referee getting involved like this for?!?!!!
Weapon on a pole match… no other rules apply, damnit!!!

[Souza dances around the ref and charges Hartt.  Hartt grabs the top
ropes and pulls down, letting Souza's momentum send him over the ropes
and to the floor.  Souza picks himself up and notices Destiny in a
front row seat.  She pleads and begs for him to listen to her, but he
just tries to wave her off.  She screams some things that makes Souza
turn and start to address her, but Hartt springs over the top ropes
and sails down onto Souza.  The crowd begins a fierce chant of 'P-V-
DUB!' as both men slowly get back to their feet, Hartt moving a little
quicker than Souza.]

CL: And now Hartt sees Destiny, shaking his head as she tries to plead
with him… he scoops Souza off the floor and sends him back into the
ring!  Hartt following quickly as Souza staggers to his feet, and
there’s an elbow to the jaw!  A second elbow to the jaw! A third one!
Four!  Five! He shoves him back to the ropes, and sends him for a ride
with a HARD Irish whip!

PW: Someone needs to get Destiny away from ringside right now!!! She’s
going to cost her man the match…

[Huge face pop as Hartt catches Souza on the rebound and whirls him
into a HARD backbreaker!!!!  The impact, however, jars Hartt’s own arm
and he clutches it close as he rolls away from RJ Souza and gets to
his feet.]

CL: Hartt still trying to shake the numbness off that left arm, but
Souza is in a whole hell of a lot of trouble! He struggles to his feet
and swings at the Champion, but Hartt ducks...


[Heel pop!]


PW: Did you see that?  RJ Souza swings back from that missed punch and
NAILED an enziguiri right to the shoulder of Chris Hartt!

CL: Hartt clutches at that wounded arm, and RJ Souza takes
advantage!!!! A quick go behind, he has the full nelson locked in and
shoves Hartt to the corner...

PW: Karma Klutch!!!!  He drives Hartt face first into the
turnbuckle!!!!!

[The fans start to count along... one, Two, three, four, Five, six,
And Hartt goes somewhat limp, RJ Souza shoving him aside as if he were
throwing away the trash.  He directs his gaze towards his wife and
points after the champion… "Nothing!  He's nothing!"  Destiny
continues to stare with worry in her eyes… ]

PW: And the time has come... RJ Souza begins to ascend to the top of
those turnbuckles, reaching for his old pal!

CL: Yeah, but he might've spent a little too long seeing to his own
wife because Hartt is getting to his feet… behind RJ Souza, he hooks
the waist and hauls the challenger down with a belly to back suplex
from the second turnbuckle!!!!

[Both men lie near the center of the ring, pouring sweat as they try
to collect themselves…. The fans begin to chant.  "Let’s go Hartt!"
The roar begins to build, the fans shaking the arena with the
appreciation for the effort… of both men!  Another chant begins to
rise in response… "RJ Souza!"]

CL: Can you hear the audience in this arena?!?!!

[FANS ON ONE SIDE OF THE ARENA] Let’s Go Hartt!!!!

[FANS ON THE OTHER SIDE] RJ Souza!!!!!

[The chant continues to go back and forth as both men rise to their
feet… and under the power of the roaring fans, charge one another!!!!
Both men are a flurry of blows before RJ Souza doubles the champion
with a knee to the gut!]

CL: Irish whip, and Souza with the clothesline… Hartt ducks, a quick
go-behind… He locks the waist, Souza reaches down… Hartt grabs the
wrists!  Good lord!!! Crossed arm Suplex!!!!

PW: Come on, Souza don't let that keep you down!

CL: And Hartt heads to the turnbuckles, he's climbing, but here comes
Souza!  He grabs the leg and follows Hartt on up!  Both men struggling
on the second turnbuckle!

[The fans are on their feet as both men struggle beneath the pole.
Souza with a right… another right!  He pulls himself up to the top and
Hartt grabs his waist once again!  Destiny is screaming for both men
to "Stop!" And Souza grabs a handful of hair... And NAILS Hartt!  The
champion falls back, but grabs the waist of Souza, both men leaning
back as Souza holds on to the pole!]

PW: RJ Souza can see the Heritage title around his waist, he just
needs to pull the champion off, first!  Hartt swings that left arm
into the ribs, while holding on with his right hand!  Another shot to
the ribs!  And another… Hartt pulls himself up to the top turnbuckle!
How is he finding the fight to do this?!?!!!  HOW?!?!!!

CL: The champion with an elbow beneath the jaw!  RJ Souza grabs Hartt…
and he rakes the eyes!  He grabs him around the waist, BELLY TO BACK
OFF THE TOP TURNBUCKE!!!!!!!

[HOLY SHIT POP!]

PW: And Referee Mark Barnett got clipped by Hartt’s foot on the way
down!!!!!  What the hell is going on?!?!!!

[Destiny slides into the ring and immediately starts to check on RJ
Souza.  Both men are lying sprawled in the ring, both men completely
out of it as Paul Sandler goes crazy on the outside of the ring.  He
finally runs his fingers through his hair and ducks beneath the
ring...]

CL: Destiny is pleading with RJ, pleading with him to end this before
both men are hurt!

PW: She's done enough damage, I think the question is, who does she
really want to protect?  Her husband or her "good friend"?

[Chris Hartt rolls to his knees and glances up to the corner, he
doesn't see Destiny yet, doesn't see RJ struggling to his own feet.
All he sees is the baseball bat, and he begins to crawl towards the
corner.]

CL: Hartt begins to make his way to the corner as RJ tries to shake
the cobwebs loose, he's pushing his wife away from him, struggling as
Destiny continues to plead.  What is Paul Sandler doing now?!?!!

PW: Maybe he needs to use the bathroom?

[The crowd erupts as Chris Hartt climbs the turnbuckles, he ascends to
the top slowly, and RJ Souza finally catches on.  He hauls himself to
his feet, swaying a little as Destiny tries to keep him from moving
in…. he suddenly shoves his wife aside!]

CL: Oh my god... Souza is staring at his wife, stunned by his own
action!  Look at her on the mat, begging with Souza….

PW: Uh oh, Paul, I think she's getting through!!!

[RJ shakes his head, "I'm sorry... I'm sorry... " Destiny shakes her
head in fear, and shrinks away from him as Chris Hartt grabs the
slugger on the pole!  The crowd erupts, and RJ turns at the sound with
a torn look in his eyes.  Suddenly, another slugger comes flying into
the ring, tossed from the hand of Paul Sandler!]

CL: Oh my god!!! Sandler had another slugger beneath the ring apron,
and Souza on instinct spins to nail Hartt... GOOD LORD!!!!




"___CRRRAAAAASSSSHHHHHH___"




[Shocking stunned heel gasp as Souza swings... and NAILS Destiny as
she stops Hartt from swinging his own bat!  Destiny falls down at
Hartt's feet, and both men stare in shock as the woman lies
motionless... Souza shakes his head, and drops the bat as he falls to
his wife’s side,  "Destiny!!!  Oh, god… I'm sorry.... please!!!!"
Hartt shakes in fury, And without thinking, he brings the slugger
crashing down on RJ Souza!!!!]

PW: That goddamn coward!!!!!

CL: Hartt now on top of Souza, choking the man with the bat!!!!  I
think Hartt may have lost it right here, right now...

[Paul Sandler slides into the ring, and snatches up the slugger that
Souza tossed aside AND -




"___CRRRAAAAASSSSHHHHHH___"




[MASSIVE HEEL POP FOLLOWED BY A BULL SHIT CHANT!]




[Sandler NAILS Hartt from behind just as the referee begins to come
to.  He sees the referee rising and drops the bat, sliding to the
outside.]

CL: Oh no… not like this… what the hell?!?!?!!!!!



ONE !!!




TWO !!!




THREE !!!




FOUR !!!


PW: I'm... I'm stunned, my friend.  I'm stunned.  I think this match
might just be over, one way or the other.  And I can't honestly sit
here and call the rest of this... Destiny is lying face down in the
center of the ring, between the two men she trusted the most.

CL: Someone get out here, send a paramedic... someone!


FIVE !!!





SIX !!!




SEVEN !!!




CL: Oh god.... there's blood… there's blood pooling beneath Destiny.
Her hair is soaked in her own blood.  What the hell was RJ
thinking?!?!!

PW: RJ?!?!!! Destiny knew what could happen, it's happened to her
before, and this is exactly why RJ didn't want her anywhere near the
ring!  You can't put this on RJ!!!


EIGHT !!!








NINE!!!


CL: Oh good lord... This is terrible…







TEN!!!!!!!




[Four ten long grueling seconds, the fans begin to erupt into boos as
the referee begins a count on both men.  Destiny doesn't move at
all... but both men begin to struggle to their knees, clutching their
skulls as the referee continues to count.  Still, the end of the match
is anti-climactic, spreading a dark pallor over the evening. The
referee shakes his head, stunned.  Neither man is able to answer the
count, and the referee calls for the bell.]


<<< DING  DING >>>


HD: Ladies and gentlemen, due to the fact that neither man was able to
answer the call of the ten count... the referee Mark Barnett has
declared this match a draw!  The Heritage Champion is still "The
Paladin" ...... CHRIS HARTT!!!!!


[POP!]

CL: Chris Hartt keeps his title, but he didn't want it like this.
Paul Sandler can't believe it.  However RJ Souza has much more to
think about then the PVW Heritage Championship.

[Sandler has pulled RJ Souza out of the ring who has a look of half
rage, half what just happened.  EMT's have rushed inside the ring with
a stretch board.  They begin to slowly move Destiny Souza over.  Chris
Hartt has ignored accepting his championship as he bends over trying
to find out if Destiny Souza is alright.]

CL: Look at the concern over the champions face.

PW: Yeah a little ironic isn't it.

[RJ Souza stops and turns back to the ring with a look of sadness, but
at that same time Chris Hartt looks towards the isle way and the two
exchange looks that turn both men's faces from concerned to complete
and total rage.  Souza begins to take a step forward, but Paul Sandler
knowing that there will be another day grabs his client.]

PW: Let him go Paul!

CL: There is a lot of hatred building between these two men, but for
today this is about Destiny Souza.  She is on that stretcher and they
are starting to rush her up that isle way.  Our Prayers and best
wishes are with this brave lady.

PW: God help Chris Hartt if she isn't okay.

CL: Chris Hartt?

PW: RJ Souza told her to stay away.  If she'd have listened and Chris
Hartt wouldn't have interfered into their personal relationship then
she wouldn't have gotten hurt and RJ would be the PVW Rising Phoenix
Heritage Champion.

CL: I don't know all about that.

PW: FINALLY!  I'm getting word that it's time to get a word from _OUR_
real champion.  Not this fake Chris Hartt crap.

"Here we are."

[Beep.]

"We stand on the threshold of your chance to reach the next level.
Very few men have had the guts to _try_ for, or the luck to land a
shot at such a prestigious title as my Phoenix Valley Wrestling
Heavyweight championship. But it doesn't change the a thing."

[A shot of the gleaming PVW Championship belt.]

"All your guts, your resilience..."

[Beep.]

"Your family at ringside, the match dedication to your father.."

[Beep.]

"They amount to little more than pissing into the wind Caleb. But
you've been doing that since you signed with Phoenix Valley, I get it,
you might as well dance with what brought ya'."

[Beep.]

"Reality is, just like your precious daddy, you're on life support
son. "

[Beep.]

"You have so few days left Caleb. Yet you continue to spit in the face
of the man that holds your fate in his hands."

[Beep.]

"Rise from the Ashes. There will be no rise, only ashes..."

[Beep.]

"Ashes of your dreams, Ashes for your hopes."

[Beep.]

"Lessons like this one are always the hardest to learn."

[Beep.]

" This little charade, is over, and _if_ you walk away from this,
because you _are_ going to _lose_, never forget the gift that I gave
you."

[Beep.]

[A shot of an EKG machine. Now obviously the source of the persistent
beeping noise.]

"April 13, 2008, I do what you should have done long ago. I pull the
_plug_."

[BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP.]

[Now a shot of the EKG flatlining.]

[Fade back to the announcers.]

CL: Strong message from the Champion.  He is looking to not only beat
Caleb Foley, but send a message to everyone in the back.

PW: Why not?  What is a better way then doing it infront of Caleb
Foley's family.

CL: Look here!! Here comes the outside enforcers so you know what time
it is!

PW: They are called lumberjacks Chip.

CL: Urban Legend and Outlaw..... Followed by Johnny Oakes.....

PW: We call this side the dirt diggers.

CL: Christopher Michaelson..... Prophets of Rage....

PW: Now we are talking!

CL: Big Johnathan Monarch.

PW: I think Monarch is the biggest lumberjack in the history of
professional wrestling.

CL: Major Damage.

PW: There may be some broken bones when this is over.

[The final lumberjack, Rob Cole emerges to a huge POP.  He’s wearing a
'Monster Beneath the Bed' teeshirt… but, while impressive, all eyes
are on the shopping cart he’s pushing from the back.  He seems to be
whistling as he circles the ring and starts waving people away from
that part of the ring… and begins to lay out the spool of barbed
wire.]

CL: Rob Cole one of the participants in this lumberjack match… I heard
he was a special request from both men in this match, and I'm starting
to see why.

PW: The sickness of this man… what is he doing?

[Cole begins to set up chairs, opening some, leaving others lying, as
he strings the barbed wire through…. He lifts a sack of thumbtacks and
begins to spread them over the chairs, barbed wire, and arena floor.
He looks out towards the fans and offers them a friendly wave before
lifting a garbage can out of the cart… upending the contents as he
walks down the length of his side of the ring… a side that looks more
like a secured warzone then that of a real lumberjack.  Weapons
scatter, including Singapore canes, axe-handles, barbedwire wrapped
baseball bat, spikes, brass knuckles, and a ukulele… yes, a ukulele.
Cole grabs a chair from a nearby fan, sets it up and sits down… he
summons the popcorn vendor and beer as the other lumberjacks stare at
his side of the ring in horror.]

CL: I guess that’s one way of keeping everyone in the ring….

PW: Or making certain they're both nothing more than bloody lumps of
flesh when this is all over!  Someone has to do something about this
maniac… this isn't even his match!

CL: Nope... no it’s not.  When has that ever stopped him?

[Herk Douglas stands in the center of the ring as the ten men now fill
the outside.  Rob Cole, Outlaw, Urban Legend, and Johnny Oakes stand
on one side spread out as Johnathan Monarch, Prophets of Rage, Major
Damage, and Christopher Michaelson stand across on the other side.]

HD: It's time for our LUMBER JACK MATCH!

[Pop!]

HD: Introducing first, From New York City, New York.   Weighing in at
275 pounds and standing at 6 foot 4.


Here is...


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: This match has been burning since day one.  Spectre has gotten
inside Lassiter's head.

PW: Spectre has this one.

#When you're talkin to yourself#
#And nobody's home#
#You can fool yourself#
#You came in this world alone#

#[whispered] Alone#

HD: Making his way to the ring at this time, from right here in
Phoenix Arizona...

[HUGE HOMETOWN POP!!!!!!!!!!]

HD: Weighing in at 301 pounds and standing at 6 foot 3.


Here is....



Charles Lassiter !!!!



[Just as the weeping guitar solo in Guns 'n' Roses "Estranged" chimes
in, the entrance curtain is swiped aside by the massive paw-like hand
of Charles  Lassiter.  He is built like an offensive lineman -
overweight, but not grossly fat.  Lassiter has a round face and looks
like a big friendly teddy bear...  with a slightly dangerous glint in
his eye.  Soft, thinning blond hair.  Fair skin. He throws his arms
into the air and because of his commanding presence,  hears some love
from the crowd.  He slaps has many hands as possible atop the ramp.]

# So nobody ever told you baby#
How it was gonna be#
So what'll happen to you baby#
Guess we'll have to wait and see#
ONE, TWO

#Old at heart but I'm only 28#
#And I'm much too young#
#To let love break my heart#
#Young at heart but it's getting much too late#
#To find ourselves so far apart#

[Dressed plainly in blue jeans, a white t-shirt and carpenter boots
Lassiter finally ducks between the ropes and enters the ring with
boundless energy.  One  more time he turns to the fans, pumps a fist
into the air and manages to crack a small smile as he's showered with
applause.]

#I don't know how you're s'posed#
#To find me lately#
#An what more could tou ask from me#
#How could you say that I never needed you#
#When you took everything#
#Said you took everything from me#

[Music fades as Lassiter shakes out his arms and legs and struggles to
clear all distractions from his mind.]

CL: Lassiter seems focused.  It's been a roller coaster up to this
point.  A man that can't remember his past, but physically gifted
attempting to make a new life for himself.  However Spectre hasn't
allowed him the sanity of doing just that.  Instead Spectre has poked
and prodded and we have seen Charles Lassiter snap on a few occasions.

PW: Spectre has even crashed into a windshield.

CL: Looking at the playground Rob Cole has brought to this match I
don't think that will be the worst of it.  Remember folks there _must_
be a winner by pinfall, submission, or knock out.

PW: My money is on knock out.



___________    ____       ________________________________________
___  __ \_ |  / /_ |     / /
__  /_/ /_ | / /__ | /| / /      Lumber Jack Grudge Match
_  ____/__ |/ / __ |/ |/ /      Spectre v. Charles Lassiter
/_/     _____/  ____/|____________________________________________



<<< DING   DING >>>



[Monstrous face pop as Lassiter charges at a jawing Spectre and double
legs him to the mat. The two men roll around wildly trading punches.
Lassiter finally relents slightly allowing Spectre to get to his feet
before bull rushing him into the corner.]

CL: Lassiter is a fireball of emotion and he is all over the Spectre
right now.

PW: It won't last. Just  give it time.

[Charles rockets the Spectre across the ring, sending him hard back
first into the turnbuckle. He stumbles forward on impact, and Lassiter
backdrops him high into the air to the delight of the crowd!]




"__TTHHUUDD!!__"




CL: Lassiter is on fire!!

PW: Horse feathers!!

[Spectre rolls out of the ring to get his bearings, but he rolled to
the wrong side of the ring and right into Rob Cole!! Spectre doesn't
miss a beat and in a flash two of the PVW's resident monsters are
brawling at ringside!]

CL: Here we go! Cole is already getting involved with the dreadlocked
monster!

[The crowd gives somewhat of a mixed reaction as the rest of the
lumberjacks separate Cole and the Spectre and roll him into the ring.]

PW: At least some of the lumberjacks can properly do their job. What
the hell is Cole's problem!

CL: Cole is definitely a loose cannon but he has been pushed to the
brink by the Masked Outlaw.

[Lassiter is all over the Spectre as he is rolled back into the ring,
driving a series of knees into his ribs. He pulls the dreadlocked
madman up and shoves him back into the ropes, leveling him with a
stiff Lariat as he bounces off the ropes.]

PW: Lassiter finally showing some life after taking advantage of the
Spectre's momentary distraction. None the less he is taking it to the
Spectre right now!

[More stiff boots as the Spectre pulls himself to his feet using the
ropes. Lassiter throws Spectre across the ring expecting a return when
he hit the ropes but the Spectre kills his momentum by hanging onto
the top rope. Lassiter charges to Lariat Spectre out of the ring, but
the Spectre ducks and he lands with a sickening thud at ringside,
right in the hands of Michaelson and the heel crew, who are all over
Lassiter with kicks and stomps!]

CL: What do you call this Preston!

PW: Turn about is fair play!

CL: But nobody is gonna stop the -




"___CCCRRRAAACCCKK!!!___"




[Huge Pop!]

[Cole breaks up the party with a steel chair to the skull of
Christopher Michaelson. The heels scatter and Lassiter escapes (if you
can call it that) into the ring and the hands of the deranged
Spectre!!]

PW: Damn it Rob Cole again! Who the hell does this guy think he is!!

CL: I think that was more than justified Preston! The dirt diggers as
you call them, were all doing a number on Lassiter, when they're
supposed to just keep him in the ring.

PW: AND?!? Who put Cole in charge?

[The Spectre unleashes a series of shots to the head and neck of
Lassiter as he tries to use the ropes to get vertical. The ref finally
steps in when Spectre begins biting the face of Lassiter, to which the
crowd unleashes a disgusted pop!]

CL: The Spectre belongs in Fairfax, not Phoenix Valley Wrestling. Did
a he just spit out a piece of Lassiter's flesh?!?

[And even bigger disgusted pop as the Spectre flashes a wicked bloody
grin!]

PW: I'm gonna be sick! This guy, while awesome, is vile beyond vile!

[Spectre tries to whip Lassiter into the corner, but Lassiter
reverses, slamming the smaller man into the turnbuckle chest-first.
As Spectre stumbles backwards, Lassiter hoists him up into a torture
wrack.  Screaming in pain and with a twisted smile on his face,
Spectre reaches slowly with his left hand and takes out the brass
knuckles out of his back pocket, which he promptly smashes into the
bridge of Lassiter's
nose.]




"___CCCRRRUUUNNNCCCHHH!!!___"




[Sympathy pop!]

CL: Jesus jumping Christ did you hear that?!?

PW: I think they heard that in California! Damn! If Lassiter's nose
isn't broken, I'm the queen of [beeping] England.

[Lassiter collapses silently and the Spectre lands on top of him. The
ref dives into position.]

CL: Charles might be out!







ONE ...









TWO ...









THREE !?!?




PW: YES!!!

[Relieved Pop!]

CL: NOOOOO! The ref is pointing at Lassiter's foot on the bottom rope!

PW: This one was _almost_ over that quickly.

[With both men down, the crowd begins to rally behind the hometown
hero, chanting Lassiter's name in unison.]

CL: Listen to this crowd Preston!! He's bleeding, with a broken nose,
and he's getting up. The Spectre has put him through serious hell in a
short amount of time, but there is no quit in him either.

PW: Give the Spectre enough time, and what remains of Lassiter when
he's finished will fit in a shoe box.

[Each man is slowly fighting to a vertical base on opposite sides of
the ring]

CL: They've been through hell but both men have managed to pull
themselves up! Spectre is up, shaky on one side of the ring, with
Lassiter barely standing, face covered in blood, on the other side of
the ring, whats gonna happen here?

[With a howl that is no doubt from the very depths of his soul, a
bloody Lassiter charges across the ring and lariats the Spectre and
himself over the top rope and to the floor. On the side of the ring
that Cole stacked all the chairs, tacks, and barbwire!!]




"_____CCCCCRRRRRAAAAASSSSSHHHHH!!!!!_____"





"PVW!!!          PVW!!!          PVW!!!          PVW!!!"


"PVW!!!          PVW!!!          PVW!!!          PVW!!!"


"PVW!!!          PVW!!!          PVW!!!          PVW!!!"






PW: DIDYOUSEETHAT!! LASSITER AND THE SPECTRE JUST LANDED IN A PILE OF
_DEATH_.

CL: WOW! I'm wondering how much is gonna be left of the winner in this
thing. If you can call him a winner after what we've seen thus far.

[To the shock and awe of the crowd, even the lumberjacks, the two
competitors begin to stir amongst the rubble.]

CL: You've got to be kidding me?! They're GETTING UP AGAIN!!!




"___CCCRRRAAACCCKKK!!!___"




[What the hell pop as Christopher Michaelson crowns Rob Cole from
behind with a barbwire wrapped steel chair.]

PW: HA! Michaelson just gave Robbie a receipt for earlier! And now all
hell is breaking loose!!

[The lumberjacks begin a wild brawl that spreads all around the ring.
In the midst of the cluster[beep] Cole sneaks away, and begins sliding
objects into the ring, barbwire, a table, another bag of tacks, a
kendo stick...]

CL: This match has become one huge brawl and the man that some could
hold responsible is now busy sliding weapons into the ring.

[In the confusion, Lassiter and Spectre somehow end up back in the
ring.]




"___CCCRRRAAACCCKKK!!!___"




"___CCCRRRAAACCCKKK!!!___"





"___CCCRRRAAACCCKKK!!!___"




[MEGA face pop as a bloody Lassiter begins wearing out the Spectre
with massive repeated shots from the cane!]

PW: Lassiter just left that cane in tatters! He just beat the Spectre
like a red headed step-child!

CL: PRESTON!!

[Lassiter uses the remains of the cane to place it across the throat
of the Spectre and Russian Legsweep into the canvas. Lassiter rolls to
his feet as quickly as he can muster and he crushes Spectre into the
mat with a splash. He holds the pin as the ref drops into position.]

CL: Lassiter might have him here !!








ONE ...








TWO ...









THREE !?!









PW: Noooo! Spectre just kicks out in the nick of time. Whew. What a
match.

CL: I thought he had him there!

[Lassiter is moving extra slowly from the major blood loss as he pulls
the Spectre up and shoves him into the corner, unleashing a hellacious
series of stiff fists to the body and face. He throws him to the other
corner and crushes him into the turnbuckle. The Spectre stumbles out
and Lassiter plants him into the mat with a huge belly to belly
suplex!!]




"___TTTHHHUUUDDD!!!___"




[POP!]

PW: C'Mon Spectre!

CL: Lassiter has finally found some offense and is obliterating the
Spectre now!

[Lassiter quickly scissors the dreadlocked manglers head and drives
him into the canvas with a jackknife powerbomb!]




"___TTTHHHUUUDDD!!!___"




[Hero building momentum pop!!]

CL: Lassiter is looking unstoppable right now! Another cover!






ONE ...







TWO ...









THREE !?!?







CL: Did he get him?

PW: NOOOOO!!! Spectre somehow kicks out again! Lassiter looks
frustrated, and rightfully so! The Spectre will not stay down!

[Lassiter pumps his fist to get the crowd going as he pulls the
Spectre up!!]

CL: I think he's looking to end this once and for all!!! He's setting
the Spectre up for the answer. If he hits this, its over!

PW: No no no!!!

[The crowd rumbles as Lassiter lifts the Spectre into a gorilla press,
but the crowd deflates as Spectre rakes the eyes and lands behind
Lassiter. He spins him, boots him in the gut, and obliterates him with
the Rebirth!!]




"___TTTTTHHHHHUUUUUDDDDD!!!!!___"




[finisher pop!!]

PW: YESSSSS!!! Rebirth out of nowhere! Whooooo!

CL: But he can't make the cover! He's as exhausted as Lassiter!!
Spectre dragging himself to make the cover, he lays an arm of the
chest of Lassiter but he took a lot of time!!







ONE ...








TWO ...






THREE !?!?










[MEGA HOMETOWN HERO WILL NOT SAY DIE EXPLOSION!!!]

CL: LASSITER KICKED OUT OF THE REBIRTH!! MY GOD!!! UNBELIEVABLE!!

PW: SPECTRE TOOK TOO LONG! HE DID HIS BEST BUT THE COVER TOOK TOO MUCH
TIME!

[For his part, the Spectre looks mildly surprised by Lassiter's kick
out but barely misses a beat. He sets up the table that Cole slid into
the ring earlier, and covers it in tacks, also provided by the monster
under the bed.]

PW: I smell the end!!

CL: This looks bad!

[Maybe, but its gets worse as the Spectre begins wrapping an errant
strand of barbwire around his arm.]

CL: I don't like the looks of this at all!

[The Spectre stalks Lassiter as he shakily climbs his feet. He circles
behind the big man, and quick as a cat locks in Destiny's Grip with
the barbwire arm, savaging Lassiter's throat.]

PW: YESSS!! Lassiter's gotta be finished here!! Destiny's Grip!! Yeah!

CL: Disgusting!

[Lassiter struggles briefly, but soon it ceases. The referee lifts his
arm...]




...





...





...






[...it falls!! Pop!]





PW: That's one!!




[The referee raises the arm a second time and...]



...



...




...





[...It falls!! Pop Redux!!]


CL: Once more and mercifully this one is over!!

[The ref lifts the arm for the third and final time...]



...





...




...





...







...











[.... Its Fal.... Nooooooo! Lassiter begins the struggle anew, but it
is simply not to be. The Spectre repositions himself, and musters
every ounce of strength left in his body to throw Lassiter up and over
his head, then through the table tacks and barbwire courtesy of
Destiny's Denial!!]




"___CCCRRRUUUNNNCCCHHH!!!___"




[Major Heat!!!]

PW: Thats gotta be it!! The Spectre crawls into a cover!!!









ONE ...








TWO ...









THREE !!!





[HEEEEEEEEEEEEL POP!!!]

PW: YESS!!! THE SPECTRE FINALLY PUT LASSITER AWAY!!

CL: BUT LASSITER PUT UP ONE HELLUVA FIGHT!! MY GOD WHAT A MATCH!! PEE
VEE DUBBYA WINS!!

PW: No doubt. An incredible match, any way you slice it.

CL: The fans are on their feet.  PVW isn't known for tacks.  We don't
do barbwire.  However tonight in this blood feud inside the devils
playground Spectre used everything he could to put an end to the feud
with Charles Lassiter.

[The Lumberjacks are scattered and the fighting seems to be breaking
up.  The camera finds the man responsible for the mayhem that just
happened, Rob Cole.  Near the isle way face full of dried and fresh
blood. A sparkle of white as there sits a grin ear to ear.]

PW: I guess the lesson of the day is don't pick Rob Cole to be any
sort of ring enforcer.

CL: Spectre seems to be happy.

[Spectre who is holding his ribs in pain after the brutal battle has
rolled out of the ring and headed towards the isle way.  He looks
toward the Outcast for a moment they trade stares.  Spectre then
breaks out into a half hearted golf clap.]

CL: I think Rob Cole delivered exactly what Spectre was hoping he
would.

PW: I think PVW needs to hire a therapist if for nothing else these
two alone.

CL: Who would even want that job?  What a night so far!!  Six grueling
matches and we have two title matches left!

PW: This is where the fun begins!

CL: Before we get to that we have to go to the back one last time!

PW: What now?

[Backstage at the 52nd St Armory, we see a man in a green dragon mask,
a white t-shirt, a pair of denim jeans, and grey sneakers walking down
a hallway. He stops to say hi to a few people and then keeps walking.
He sees Caleb Foley stretching against a wall and stops to talk with
him.]

Man: anpea ji... Foley shi. mata ae te sou ureshii

[Foley stops stretching looks up and sees the man and extends his hand
in a form of friendship of sorts. One has to wonder who this man is
and how does he know The Fighting Irishman...]

Man: Wrestlebowl nitsuite no katai kanji nashi. hito yoru yori yoi
chiimu akiraka ni datta.

Foley: I agree WrestleBowl was a great experience. It is unfortunate
that we had to square off against one another. But man what a show we
put on out there. But what are you doing here?

Man: Dex Willingham shi ha watashi o yobi, iwa re ta PVW ha nippon ni
dareka o okutte i ta shitagatte watashi ha koukan no PVW ni kuru koto
ni shi ta.

[Foley begins to scratch his head...]

Foley: Okay I am not that fluent in Japanese yet. I need some help ...

[All of a sudden Masked Maniac is seen walking down the hall and Foley
stops him...]

Foley: Hey do you speak fluent Japanese?

Masked Maniac: Of course I do who doesn't...

Foley: Great then I need your help...

Masked Maniac: Ok... what do I have to do?

Foley: I need you to translate for me and tell me exactly what he is
saying...

Masked Maniac: That's all? Piece of cake.

[Masked Maniac looks at the other masked man]

Man: Dex Willingham shi ha watashi o yobi, iwa re ta PVW ha nippon ni
dareka o okutte i ta shitagatte watashi ha koukan no PVW ni kuru koto
ni shi ta.

Masked Maniac: He says "Mister Dex Willingham called me and said PVW
was sending someone to Japan so I decided to come to PVW in exchange."

Foley: Great well tell him it is a honor to have him here. I mean a
wrestler like Dragon Kid only comes along once in a lifetime. And if
he needs my help at any time just let me know. I mean after the
performance he gave at WrestleBowl. PVW is getting a great superstar
in him so the honor is all mine...

[Masked Maniac looks at Dragon Kid]

Masked Maniac: sake mitsubishi Dragon Kid toyota sashimi gojirra
hirohito mister miyagi wax on wax off

[Dragon Kid looks at Masked Maniac with a puzzled look on his face]

DK: anata no taitorumacchi no anata ni oyobi un no ooku ni konya hijou
ni kansha shi nasai.

[Arizona Kid sticks his head out of a room]

Arizona Kid: He said "Thank you very much and lots of luck to you in
your title match tonight."

[Arizona Kid ducks back into the room as The Dragon Kid bows at Foley
who bows back out of show of respect ...]

Foley: Thank you very much. I just hope I can go out there and give
the fans a great match. I also want to go out there and make my father
proud. I mean Chase WIlliams is a great wrestler and is a World
Champion for a reason so I can not and will not take him lightly...

[Dragon Kid looks at Masked Maniac who is just standing around and
bows to him. Masked Maniac taps him on the top of his head which makes
Dragon Kid pop back up real quick. Maniac flinches and walks off as
Dragon Kid shakes hands with Foley once more before pointing towards
someone down the hall and begins to walk in that direction]

Foley: Man I am glad Dex got Dragon Kid in that talent exchange. This
guy is going to be something special here...

[Foley then continues to stretch for his Main Event Match against the
PVW World Heavyweight Champion Chase Williams. Is this the night the
Irishman LUCK runs out or does the ROOKIE have it in him to prove
everyone wrong. There is only one way to find out and that is to keep
watching fans...]

PW: What was that?

CL: There has been rumors around the back that Mr. Willingham was in
the process in making an alliance with a Professional Wrestling league
in the orient.  Perhaps this is the first of what could be a few
talent exchanges.

PW: Can we send them Rob Cole in return?

CL: I'm sure the rabid Japanese fans wouldn't mind. PVW has made a
promise to Phoenix and the rest of the wrestling world and this is to
bring tag team wrestling back to it's former glory.  The forgotten art
has really been a lost art with every so often a dedicated solid tag
team popping up.  Mathew Willingham and the rest of the PVW scouts
have gone out of their way to bring you some of the best tag teams
left around the globe.

PW: PVW has a stacked tag team division.

CL: Indeed they do and we are about to see eight teams fight in a fast
paced bedlam rules gauntlet match.  Count Outs, DQ's, Pinfalls, or
Submissions can eliminate a team.  Once one member is eliminated the
whole tag team is eliminated.

PW: Prophets of Rage were robbed and have to start in that number two
slot.

CL: Indeed they do. The real question is what will Jack Baldwin do
when the Wild Cards are called.

PW: Lose?

[Herk Douglas re-enters the ring as referee Duke Martin stands besides
him.]

HD: Ladies and gents this match is will be for the PVW TAG TEAM
TITLES!

[Huge Pop as Duke Martin raises the matching illustrious PVW Tag Team
Titles.]

HD: Introducing first at a combined weight of four hundred and sixty
eight pounds...


Andy Action and Paul Packed


Here is....


Action Packed !!!!


[The Journeymen tag team known Action Packed emerge from the back.
Andy Action is dressed in Neon green pants with a matching vest.  On
the back sits 'ACTION'.  To the right is the larger, Paul Packed.  The
rock solid veteran is wearing Neon blue tights with a matching vest
that reads - 'PACKED'.  The duo walk down to the isle way and into the
ring.]

PW: Where is the UFO's?

CL: I had heard there was a contract dispute, but the well traveled
journey men - Action Packed coming out to take their place.

PW: These are some funky cats!

HD: Their opponents and the second seed of the gauntlet...
Accompanied to the ring by Pizzazz Elysee... Weighing at a combined
weight of five hundred and seventy three pounds...


Shadoe Rage and Derek Rage


Here is....


The Prophets of Rage !!!!


[The houselights go down to be replaced by purple spotlights. Smoke
fills the arena and the broad, slow, deep, gloomy notes of Chopin's
"Death March" suck the joy out of the arena. The curtains part and out
sweeps the Angel of Death, Shadoe Rage. In sharp contrast to the
dirge, Rage is animated. He wears his sparkling sequined cloak. He
throws out his arms, flourishing to the dirge's heavy beat. His
partner, Derek Rage strides out from behind the curtains.  He wears a
boxer's robe with the hood up over his head.  He looks like a giant
Grim Reaper. The two are joined by Pizzazz Elysee as they head down
the ring.]

PW: These guys have just dominated since their arrival.

CL: Except for 'Stalker' from Urban Legend.

PW: That will be taken care of.

[Shadoe Rage 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.
Derek Rage joins him inside the ring.]

CL: Prophets of Rage stand as the team with the most prestigious
background inside the PVW.  They have dominated everywhere they have
went.

PW: Including the PVW!

CL: Tonight they are at a disadvantage in the number two seed, but if
anyone can over come it...

PW: It's the Prophets of Rage!

[The Prophets stare across the ring at Action Packed.  Duke Martin
steps in-between the teams and turns towards Action Packed first and
raises the PVW Tag Team Titles.  Andy Action attempts to bust into a
worm, but it's a god awful looking worm.  Duke Martin then turns and
raises the PVW Tag Titles towards them.  The Rage brothers just nod as
they understand what must be done.]




___________    ____       ________________________________________
___  __ \_ |  / /_ |     / /
__  /_/ /_ | / /__ | /| / /      PVW Tag Team Titles
_  ____/__ |/ / __ |/ |/ /       Eight Team Gauntlet
/_/     _____/  ____/|____________________________________________



<<< DING   DING >>>




CL: Andy Action is starting things off for Action Packed.

PW: Thank the lord we don't have to sit through some "funk" tonight.

CL: Remember it's bedlam rules there is no tagging in and out.  All
four men are inside the ring.  The Rage brothers look at one another
and with a nod they are off!

PW: This could be trouble for Action Packed.

[The four men collide in the center of the ring to a giant pop.  It
doesn't take long for Shadoe and Derek Rage to grab the upper hand.
The Rage brothers send Andy Action and Paul Packed into the ropes -
Shadoe with a backdrop driver on Andy Action while Derek with a flap
jack!]

PW: I told you the Rage brothers will make quick work on these two.

CL: Prophets of Rage may have been the most dominant tag team in the
PVW the first few months and here they stand having to fight their way
through everybody.

PW: It's a shame isn't it.

[The Prophets knowing they have to move quickly pull up their
opponents.  Action Packed is whipped into opposite corners with big
Irish Whips.  Shadoe Rage charges in on Andy Action with an elbow
smash while Derek Rage indents Paul Packed's skull with a brutal Mafia
Kick.  The crowd has now gone quiet at the quick brutality from the
Prophets.  Shadoe hits Andy Action with a gutwrench suplex and hooks
the leg!]

PW: We could be moving on to the third team rather quickly.




ONE ...




TWO ...




[Medium Pop!]




CL: Not just yet.  Andy Action fires a shoulder up.  Derek Rage shakes
his head saying, "big mistake".

PW: I tend to agree.

[Derek Rage yanks Paul Packed up who attempts to fight back, but the
size and strength of Derek Rage is too much as he picks Paul Packed up
and Press Slam right over the top ropes and down on the hard cement.
Shadoe Rage has Andy Action back up and - ]




"___THUUUUD___"




CL: Exploder Suplex!  Shadoe Rage is back on his feet and he takes
off,  SUICIDE DIVE THROUGH THE ROPES RIGHT ON PAUL PACKED!!!!!

PW: Switch!

[Derek Rage has the 200 pounder, Andy Action up and BRUTAL
GUTBUSTER!!!!  Andy Action immediately grabs his abdominal area in
pain.  The much larger Derek Rage drops down and locks on his reverse
ankle locked called, 360 degrees of Revolution.  Andy Action lets out
a scream as Shadoe Rage lifts Paul Packed up on the outside with a leg
capture suplex - ]




"_____CLLAAAANNNGGG_____"




[Heel Pop!]




CL: LEG CAPTURE SUPLEX RIGHT INTO THE GUARD RAIL!!!!

PW: Look Andy Action is tapping to the 360 degrees of Revolution!


<<< DING DING >>>


CL: Action Packed has quickly been exposed as The Prophets looked as
impressive as they usually do.

PW: It's going to be hard to beat these guys.

CL: Time isn't on their side.

PW: I wonder who is next?

[Derek Rage sends Andy Action to the outside and Shadoe joins him back
in the ring as they await their next victims.]

CL: Action Packed is down and six teams stand in the way.

[An almost morbid classical piece fades in over the loudspeaker,
reaching a short climax... and is abruptly cut off by a screeching
guitar riff as FM Revolver's "Black Dove" blasts over the P.A. system.
A lone, female figure steps out immediately, causing those in the ring
and in the audience to look over, confused.]

PW: Huh?

["Nightfire" Amy Orozco smiles happily and waves, walking down towards
the ring.  As she does, two figures, one much larger than the other,
roll out from under the ring, causing a decent pop.   Stalker and Semi
roll quietly in the ring behind their opponents and stand up.]

CL: The Prophets don't see them as they look towards Nifhtfire
wondering what is going on.

PW: They were under the ring?

CL: Apparently...

PW: When did they get under there?

[Semi is down into a  Three Point Stance....  HE DRILLS DEREK RAGE
FROM BEHIND!!!!!  Shadoe Rage turns just in time to get hit with a
springboard dropkick by Stalker as the fans let out a roar!!!]

CL: Urban Legend is here to fight!!!  Some tension between these teams
have been building over the past few weeks and they are colliding
right here inside the PVW Tag Team Titles gauntlet match!

PW: They just made a grave mistake.  Sneaking up on the Prophets like
that will do nothing, but piss them off more.

[All Four men on their feet and The Prophets go in for the kill with a
swing, and Urban Legend duck under and they both leap into dropkicks
and OUTSIDE the ring goes The Prophets to a massive Pop!]
CL: Semi and Stalker have came to fight!



PW: The Prophets are refocusing.

[Semi and Stalker are daring them to enter the ring and you don't have
to ask the Prophets twice!  Prophets bull rush into the ring  Fist
from all four men begin flying.  A double lock up, Semi with a quick
armbar on Shadoe Rage and Derek Rage with a quick armbar on Stalker...
They look towards one another and with their other arm swing at each
other!!!]

CL: Now this is interesting...

[The two continue to drill each other with left hands as they keep
Shadoe and Stalker into armbars.  Finally they are released and
Stalker under a wild right by Shadoe.  Shadoe Rage hits the ground and
Stalker leap frogs and right into a Mafia kick by Derek Rage.   Derek
Rage turns and short-arm clothesline by Semi!!!  BIG HEART KICK BY
SHADOE RAGE!!!!!!]

CL: These are two of PVW's finest in the ring.  One of these two could
become the PVW tag team champions, but can they survive this match?

PW: The way these two are going at one another will the winning team
have much left after this match?

CL: Stalker picked up the shocking win to put The Prophets in the
number two slot, but it appears that they were unlucky in drawing the
number three slot and here we are Urban Legend and The Prophets.




"___THUUUUD___"




[Shadoe Rage Springboard Moonsault right onto Stalkers knee's.
Stalker is back up and stumbles backwards right into the awaiting arms
of Derek Rage... TILT-A-WHIRL - ]




"___THUUUD___"




CL: PILEDRIVER!!!!!!!  Semi is back up European Uppercut!!!! He has
big Derek Rage and SNAP SUPLEX!   Shadoe Rage is back up and -




[Heel Pop!]




PW: CHOP BLOCK!!!  Shadoe Rage just took the legs right out from
underneath Semi.

[Stalker is back up and Shadoe Rage ducks under a clothesline and
Stalker off the ropes - SUNSET FLIP!]




ONE ...




TWO ...




CL: Derek Rage breaks the pin.

PW: That was a close one!  Derek Rage yanks Stalker up like he is a
feather!




"___THUUUD___"




CL: IMPLANT DDT!  This one could be over....




[Pop!]




PW: Semi drives a clothesline into Derek Rage, but bug Derek stays on
his feet.

[Semi shoots into a martial arts looking style and Grecco-Roman Poke
to the Eye that blinds Derek Rage!!!  He grabs Derek Rage and sets the
big man up for a exploding powerbomb...   Shadoe Rage LEAPS off the
top ropes into a flying body press right on top of Semi!]




ONE ...




TWO ...




CL: Big Kick out!  The Rage brothers are now working over Semi.  Bombs
are dropping and Semi looks to be in some real trouble.   Stalker back
up and Shadoe Rage turns to cut him off.  Stalker throws a kick, but
Shadoe Rage catches it...




"___THUUUUD___"




[Enzugiri!  Stalker is back up, but Derek Rage has him and
KNEEBREAKER!!!!  He grabs the head of Stalker and DRAGON SLEEPER!!]

CL: The Revolution Will Not Be Televised!

PW: It could be over.  People don't get out of Derek Rage's submission
moves.  Look at Stalker's arms swing around.

[Nightfire is trying to get Semi back up who is close to the ropes and
Pizzazz Elysee is chasing her away.]

PW: Keep that ring rat away!

CL: Semi is up!  Shadoe Rage cuts him off and leaps into a
headscissors... SEMI CATCHES HIM AND --




"___THUUUUD___"




[Semi smashes Shadoe Rage down with a powerbomb.  Derek Rage drops the
hold and stands up and ducks a charging clothesline...  Both men hit
the opposite sides of the ropes and DOUBLE COLLIDING SHOULDER BLOCK
THAT SENDS BOTH MEN DOWN!!!]

CL: Semi and Derek Rage go down on the collision.  Stalker and Shadoe
Rage are up.  FIST ARE FLYING!!!!!!  Shadoe Rage is grabbing the upper
hand.

PW: Of course he is.

[Pop!]

CL: STALKER DUCKS UNDER AND PANCAKE SUPLEX!!!!!  Stalker has that
crazy look in his eyes...  He hits the ropes and - Do-Se-Do!!!!!!
Stalker drops that big elbow and hooks the leg!!!!! IT COULD BE
OVER!!!!




ONE ...




TWO ...




THRR ---



PW: NO!!!! THANK THE LORD!!!


[Derek Rage drops a big boot down on the mid back of Stalker breaking
the pin.  Semi is up too however and LOW BLOW FROM BEHIND!!!!!!
Referee Duke Martin was being distracted by the two valets on the
outside arguing and Semi has the seven footer and he lifts him up - ]




"___THUUUUUD___"




[HUGE POP!]




CL: HUGE JACKHAMMER POWER BOMB!!!!

PW: He can't do that!

CL: He just did!!!

[Heel Pop!]

PW: SHADOE RAGE JUST LEAPED ON THE BACK OF SEMI!!!

[Semi begins spinning around in a circle like an airplane spin....
Finally after a dozen or more circles he stops and Shadoe Rage slides
off his back...  Both men begin stumbling around and face plant
forward on the ground!]

CL: Both men drop from being dizzy!  Stalker is on his feet and Derek
Rage has slid into the corner sitting down.

[Stalker takes off towards the corner and leaps landing on big Derek
Rage's chest... BRONCO BUSTER!!!]

PW: ACK!

CL: Shadoe Rage is now using the ropes to get to his feet.  Stalker
from behind SUDDEN DEATH DDT!!!




"___THUUUUD___"




ONE ...




TWO ...




THREE !!!




[Disappointing Pop!]




CL: NO!!!! Shadoe Rage just shoots a shoulder up.  Stalker almost had
it won right there!  Semi has now made his way up and Urban Legend
they point to Derek Rage...  Stalker heads to the ropes as Semi sets
Derek Rage up for another Powerbomb.  If they hit this it's all, but
over.

PW: This can't be happening.

[Semi begins to lift Derek Rage up, but BACK BODY DROP COUNTER!!!!
Derek Rage turns as Stalker leaps....]

CL: DEREK RAGE CATCHES HIM!!!!!!  THERE IS THAT CLAWHOLD.....  HE
LIFTS HIM UP ---




"___THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"




PW: HAND OF GOD!!!!!!!




ONE ...




TWO ...




THREE !!!




[Heel Pop!]




CL: Prophets move on.

PW: Derek Rage got his revenge on Stalker and Urban Legend.

CL: That battle between those two is far from over.

PW: It doesn't matter for tonight.  Prophets move on!

CL: But at what cost?

[Derek Rage helps Shadoe to his feet as he stumbles backwards leaning
in the corner.  Semi helps Stalker up on the outside as they begin to
head backwards.  Smoke on the Water hits over the PA system.]

HD: Their next opponents accompanied to the ring by Samuel
Cunningham....


'Handsome' Steven Hayes and 'Greek God' Jimmy Lane ...


The Thrillers !!!


[The trio begin to storm down the isle way.  Samuel Cunningham
walking, but slowly.  That neck brace stays firmly around his neck.
As they pass Urban Legend they turn and wave good bye.  Semi is about
to clobber them, but Nightfire puts her hand on his shoulder.  The
Thrillers continue to make it to the ring where the Rage brothers are
now ready for the next battle.]

CL: Can the Thrillers be the team to overcome and eliminate The
Prophets?

PW: We will soon find out.

[The Thrillers dive under the ropes and come up ready to fight.
Prophets not wasting any time are on the attack, but The Thrillers
were well prepared.  Hayes with an armdrag take down on Shadoe Rage
and Jimmy Lane with a Belly to belly suplex!  Steven Hayes pulls
Shadoe Rage up and Whips him right into an awaiting Jimmy Lane with
clothesline him hard down to the mat.]

CL: The Thrillers are out here on fire!

PW: They are the fresh team in the ring.  Give the Prophets time and
watch to see if The Thrillers can keep this pace up.

[Jimmy Lane quickly back over and has a reverse chin lock on Derek
Rage.  Steven Hayes turns Shadoe over with a single leg Crap and the
two veterans continue to work over the wore down Prophets of Rage.]

CL: Smart game plan by The Thrillers they have came out here and
control the pace.

PW: You can never control the pace with the Prophets.

[Derek Rage is fighting his way to his feet... Jimmy Lane breaks the
hold and bounces off the ropes and drives a axe handle into the back
of the big Derek Rage.  Jimmy Lane takes him down to the mat with a
running knee lift.  A quick cover - ]




ONE ...




TWO ...




CL: Kick out!  Shadoe Rage makes it to the ropes and Steven Hayes
continues to drops the boots into the side of his head.  Referee, Duke
Martin grabs control of the match blocking Steven Hayes.

PW: The Thrillers are down here with a bit more emotion then usual.
Maybe they are zoned in on the PVW championship!

[Steven Hayes and Jimmy Lane pull Derek Rage up and they lift him up
and drop the big man throat first on the ropes!  Steven Hayes covers
as Jimmy Lane holds Derek Rage's feet down!]




ONE ...




TWO ...




THREE ???




[Mixed reaction Pop!]




CL: NOOO!  Some how... Some way... Derek Rage kicked out!  Shadoe Rage
is up and drilling Steven Hayes...  Jimmy Lane from behind and picks
him up with an Electric Chair.....




"___THUUUUUD___"




ONE ...




TWO ...




PW: Derek Rage over to break the count.  The Thrillers pull Derek Rage
back to his feet and send him into the ropes.

[Pop!]

CL: Derek Rage takes both men down with a clothesline extending both
arms!

[The Thrillers back to their feet and MAFIA KICK sends Jimmy Lane
down.  Steven Hayes nailing Derek Rage from behind and here comes
Shadoe Rage!  Lou Thesz press with reverse mat head slam!]

PW: That'll slow things down.

CL: The Thrillers were on a roll for awhile there.

[Derek Rage with a step-over toe hold and choke hold combination on
Jimmy Lane.]

CL: The Constrictor!!!

PW: This one is over.

[Jimmy Lane is screaming as Samuel Cunningham is telling him to get to
the ropes.  Shadoe Rage rips Steven Hayes up and drives him backwards
with forearms.  He backs him up into the corner and sets him up on the
top ropes... Shadoe Rage climbs up as Steven Hayes attempts to throw
rights to break the hold.  He is locking him up  and leaps backwards
-- ]




"___THUUUUUUUD___"




CL: Cradle SUPERPLEX INTO A PIN!!!!  DOWNFALL!!!!!!

PW: Holy Crap!




ONE ...




TWO ...




THREE !!!




[Mixed Pop!]




CL: Prophets continue to buzz saw through!!!  Action Packed, Urban
Legend, and now The Thrillers!

PW: I told you if anyone can do it... It's them!

[As the night wages on you can see the wear and tear on the Prophets.
The Rage brothers slowly make it to their feet.  Samuel Cunningham is
arguing with Duke Martin demanding it was only a two count, but it's
falling on deaf ears.]


<<< DING   DING >>>


HD: The Thrillers have been eliminated!

[Pop!]

CL: Samuel Cunningham doesn't look happy and further more doesn't seem
to need a wheel chair the way he is jumping around right now.

PW: It's amazing what kind of energy you can find when someone cheats
you.

HD: Now headed to the ring...

[
Our Foes shall fall begins to dramatically play over the PA system.]

HD: Accompanied to the ring by Darius Walker...

[Pop! While Samuel Cunningham and The Thrillers who are now gathered
on the outside upset on who is headed out next.]

HD: The team of Shawn Covell and Gideon Frost...


EXTREME CONDITIONS !!!


[These two don't want to wait they are out and jogging down the isle
way.  Darius Walker emerges from the back and standing in-between the
ring and Extreme Conditions are Samuel Cunningham and The Thrillers.
The fans are now on their feet as these two teams have been waiting
months to go at it and THEY AREN'T WAITING ANY LONGER!!!]

PW: You idiots The Thrillers aren't in the match anymore!

CL: Right now I don't think Covell and Frost care!

PW: their loss!

[Covell has collided with Jimmy Lane and Frost has hit Steven Hayes
head on.  Darius Walker storms down the isle way as Samuel Cunningham
begins to reel backwards.]

PW: Darius Walker can't do this!

[Pop!]

CL: Samuel Cunningham has just tripped and fell!!!




"___CLAAAAANNNNG___"




[Hayes is tossed into the guard rail!  Gideon Frost takes off running
and leaps with a knee, but Hayes just moves and Frost crashes his knee
right into that unforgiving steel.  Shawn Covell springboards off the
guard rail, but Lane catches him and SLAMS HIM HARD ON THE CEMENT..
The Prophets are just standing inside the ring waiting letting The
Thrillers take care of their dirty work.]

CL: Prophets of Rage are stopping referee Duke Martin from counting as
they want The Thrillers to have more time in destroying Extreme
Conditions.

PW: Smart move.

CL: Steven Hayes has now grabbed Darius Walker from behind... He lifts
him up and ---

[Pop!]

PW: Gideon Frost clipped him from behind.

[Jimmy Lane now has a chair he swings it over the back of Gideon Frost
....]




"___SMMMMAAAAACCCCKKKKK___"




CL: JIMMY LANE JUST FLATTENED GIDEON FROST!!!!  He still has that
dented chair...

PW: Turn around!!!!




"___CRRRAAAACCCCKKKK___"




[As Jimmy Lane turned Shawn Covell took off and leaped kicking that
dented chair right into the face of Jimmy Lane.  Shawn Covell bends
down and helps Darius Walker up, but Samuel Cunningham now has that
bented chair and he cracks it into the side of Covell's skull.]

CL: Cunningham has the last laugh!

PW: The Thrillers have done the damage and Hayes and Lane are now
sending Frost and Covell into the ring as sacrificial lambs.

[Darius Walker has retreated to the back to fight another day...  The
Thrillers begin backing up the isle way cackling.  Derek Rage locks on
a rear naked choke with a forearm across the eyes of Gideon Frost.
Shadoe Rage leaps off the top ropes into a  moonsault with a elbow
drop!]

CL: Apocalypse and The Angel of Death Drop!

PW: Poor Extreme Conditions.




ONE ...




TWO ...




THREE !!!




CL: Thanks to an assist by The Thrillers.  The Prophets of Rage make
quick work of Extreme Conditions.

PW: Another one bites the dust.


<<< DING  DING >>>


[The Prophets of Rage are back on their feet as Gideon Frost and Shawn
Covell slowly roll to the outside.  The two warriors look towards Duke
Martin and nod asking to bring out the next victim.]

HD: Extreme Conditions have been eliminated.  Now Introducing ...

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

CL: WILD CARDS!!!!!  That can't be Rick Marley...

PW: I don't think it is...

HD: Now Introducing "Black" Jack Baldwin  AND ....



"The Gambler" Judd Marley ...



The Wild Cards!!!!



[TEAR DOWN THE ROOF POP!]




CL: THE ORIGIONAL WILD CARDS!!!! JUDD MARLEY HAS STEPPED UP TO TAKE
HIS BROTHERS PLACE!

PW: Didn't he have career ending surgery?

CL: Apparently he is stepping up in Rick's place in the Wild Cards bid
to become the PVW tag team champions!

[The two take off full steam running to the ring.  The Rage brothers
brace themselves inside the ring understanding the challenge in front
of them.  Baldwin is first in line and he is met quickly by the
Prophets.  Baldwin stands his ground as the Rage brothers attempt to
take him down... Judd Marley steps in and as Shadoe charges, DROP TOE
HOLD!]

CL: Heads up move by Judd.  This fires up Black Jack as Baldwin
returns rights and backs big Derek Rage into the ropes and whips him
across....  BIG SHOULDER BLOCK!!!

PW: The Prophets are a bit wore down they need to weather the storm
here early.  Stay calm!

[Judd Marley locks a sturdy STF lock as Baldwin pulls Derek Rage up
and goes to send him into the corner...  Derek Rage reverses it and
Baldwin crashes into the corner...  Baldwin bounces out from the force
and DOUBLE under hook by Derek Rage, DOUBLE UNDERHOOK SUPLEX!!!!]

PW: Now that's a counter!!!

CL: Judd Marley with a heads up move drops the STF and positions
himself keeping one eye on Derek Rage and the other eye on a now
getting to his feet Shadoe Rage.

[Judd Marley ducks under a wild right by Derek Rage and bounces off
the ropes... Shadoe drops to his stomach and Judd Marley with a leap
frog.  Judd Marley leaps into a body press, but Derek Rage catches
him!]




"___THUUUUD___"




CL: Fall away slam!

PW: Even the mighty Wild Cards can't slow these two beasts down.

[Baldwin now using the ropes to get up and Shadoe Rage charges.... He
pulls the ropes down and OVER the ropes goes Shadoe Rage!!!]

CL: Shadoe Rage tumbles to the outside and he lays face first on the
cement.

[Baldwin and Derek Rage come face to face in the middle of the ring.
Baldwin gestures at Rage, who charges at him and tries a running
shoulder block... Baldwin stays on his feet and tells him to do it
again.  Rage does it again... same result.  Baldwin jaws at Rage, who
steps into his face, only to have Baldwin grab both of his ears and
give him a slobbery lick on his face (like a dog).]

PW: WHAT!?!

CL: EEK!

[As Rage is stunned and trying to get the slobber off, Baldwin drops
to his knees, and pantses the Prophet of Rage,  who undoubtedly tries
to pull his pants up while Baldwin nearly dies laughing.]

CL: HAHAHAHA!

PW: This is an outrage!

[Everyone laughing their rear off Pop!]

CL: This is getting good!

PW: You can't disgrace the Prophets like this!!!!

[Judd Marley rolls a shocking Derek Rage up!]




ONE ...




TWO ...




THRR ---




CL: That was close.  A good old fashion depants almost ended The
Prophets run at the PVW titles.

PW: Now the Prophets are mad...

[Shadoe Rage leaps off the top ropes and sends Baldwin tumbling with a
head scissors take down.  He quickly is on his feet and as Judd goes
for the lock up, he is quickly behind him with a waist lock.  He takes
Marley down and locks his legs around his waist and drills Judd across
his face with a vicious crossface.  Another vicious crossface.  Judd
drops down and can barely stay on his knees.  Shadoe begins paint
brushing Marley across the side of his head.  While Derek Rage has now
backed Baldwin in the corner and feeding his brutal stomps and kicks.]

CL: The Wild Cards are now suffering the same fate every tag team
before them has.  Sexual Energy, Highway 44, Action Packed, The
Thrillers, Urban Legend, and Extreme Conditions.

PW: This is how it should be.

CL: Shadoe Rage is on Judd with a two-handed choke.  Duke Martin is
quickly over counting...


One ...


Two ...


Three ...


Four ...


[Shadoe drops the choke.  Derek Rage with a Jumping leg drop on Jack
Baldwin and the cover...]




ONE ...




TWO ...




THREE ???




CL: NO Baldwin shoots a shoulder up.  Shadoe Rage is now backing Judd
Marley into the corner and tossing knees, kicks, and forearms really
working over the returning veteran.  Derek Rage lifts Baldwin up and
EYE POKE COUNTER!!!!  Derek Rage stumbles backwards blinded and
Baldwin nearly beheads him with a swinging clothesline!!!!

PW: Judd Marley is now on the top ropes...

[Shadoe Rage is trying to superplex Judd Marley.  Jack Baldwin walks
over, grabs Judd Marley by the back of the head, and noggin-knockers
him into Shadoe Rage. Then he rocket-launches Judd onto him.]

CL: Say what?




ONE ...




TWO ...




PW: Kick Out!

[After the kick out, Judd Marley just sort of groggily gets up, looks
at Jack, and shouts in exasperation "WHOSE SIDE ARE YOU ON?!"]

CL: I was almost wondering that myself.

PW: Derek Rage is up!

[He grabs Jack Baldwin from behind with a crossface chickenwing!!!
Judd Marley  drills Derek Rage in the back of his knee.  Derek holds
onto the move and drops to lock it on!  Judd Marley is back up begins
kicking and stomping on Derek Rage until the hold is finally broken!
Judd Marley pulls the big man up and DDT!!!]

CL: Look at Judd go!

PW: Not so fast!

[Shadoe Rage with a crossed arms belly-to-back suplex!  Shadoe follows
up with a standing shooting star press!]




ONE ...




TWO ...




THREE !!!




[Huge Pop!]




CL: Not this time!!!  Judd Marley has the fight of a Marley and he
kicks out!

PW: Finish it off!

[Shadoe Rage begins to pull Judd up one last time.. Baldwin is up, but
Derek Rage cut him off...  JUDD COUNTERS INTO A DOUBLE ARM DDT!!!!]

CL: Crapshoot!!!!




ONE ...




TWO ...




[Heel Pop as Derek Rage breaks the cover!]




CL: Baldwin picks Derek Rage up in a suplex, but lands him crotch
first over the top rope, so that he is straddling it... Baldwin then
grabs the rope and bounces it up and down with gusto as Derek Rage
falls off.




"___CRRAAACCKKK___"




[Shadoe Rage nearly beheads Jack Baldwin with a superkick.  Judd
Marley now has Shadoe Rage and -- ]




"___THUUUUUUUD___"




CL: DRAGON SUPLEX!

PW: OOF!


[Judd Marley quickly drops down and locks on the
crossface armbar!]

CL: Snake eyes!

PW: Derek Rage has rolled back in!!!

[Shadoe Rage is holding on, but his hand is up in the air...  Derek
Rage heading that way --]




"___THUUUUD___"



CL: SPEAR BY BALDWIN!

[TAP OUT POP!]

PW: NOOOOO!

CL: SHADOE HAS TAPPED OUT!!!

[Judd Marley dropped the hold!  Baldwin and Judd Marley embraces.
The Prophets totally exhausted has rolled out of the ring and now look
into the ring where The Wild Cards have finally knocked off the
unbeatable beasts.]

CL: The fans are giving The Prophets an ovation.  The odds were
stacked against them and they just fell short.

PW: At least there are still two more teams left.  The Wild Cards
aren't the champions yet.


<<< DING DING >>>


#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, and ... “Bar
Bitch” Hewitt...

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

#Breaking the law, breaking the law!#
#Breaking the law, breaking the law!#

[Still walking.]

#Breaking the law, breaking the law!#

HD: They weigh in tonight at a combined weight of 675 pounds, this is
the team of LIVESTOCK and THE GUTCH!

[Aaand they reach the ring.  Saints be praised.  The camera focuses
momentarily on Zeke Craven, who's just now reaching ringside with a
muscular beauty in a short red dress that may be a few inches taller
than him in her heels.  She prattles on in his ear as he glares up at
his team.]

CL: So that is Cindy Hewitt.

PW: “Bar Bitch” Hewitt.  Get it straight, Chip.  She scored a power
play tonight.  I've seen her around a few times recently, just trying
to get on TV.

CL: Well, she doesn't have a contract with PVW yet, so she'd better be
careful at ringside tonight.

PW: Doesn't she?  Isn't she latching onto the guy that does almost all
the contract writing around this place?

[Cut to show Zeke conversing at length with Hewitt, who laughs at
something she finds hilarious, slaps him in the shoulder, then turns
towards the crowd as he brushes off where she touched him, looking
irritable.]

CL: Yes.  Yes she is.

PW: And I think she could take you, so be careful.

CL: Livestock and the Gutch haven't entered the ring yet, and the Wild
Cards are waiting impatiently.  Considering they've just been fighting
for some time, I'd think they'd welcome the break. Wait, what's all
this?

[Walking first over to the timekeeper, then to the announcers, Zeke
Craven is handing out leaflets of some sort.]

Zeke: You two, read these when the last round starts.

CL: Okay, okay Zeke.  What is this?

[And Zeke walks over to the ring announcer, handing him a leaflet as
well, then signals for his team to enter the ring.]

PW: What's it say?

CL: First line says not to read it over the air until the final round.
Uhm ... oh geez.

PW: What?

CL: First Craven, I'm sure, arranged for his team to “randomly” get
the number seven slot in the gauntlet, and now this.

PW: Let me see.

[The rustling of papers is heard as Livestock and the Gutch enter the
ring.]

PW: Oh, oh-ho!  Genius!

CL: You'll also notice that both Livestock and Gutch are seeming a
little thicker tonight. I don't think that's a coincidence.

PW: No, I think you're right!

CL: Don't say anything though, he's got the same gag order attached to
these things, and they may as well be attached to our contracts.

[Livestock and The Gutch stare across at Judd Marley and Jack
Baldwin.]

CL: There is no love loss here.  The Winner steps in the ring with the
Royal Family with the shot to become the PVW Tag Team Champions.

[As the rules state all four men are inside the ring.  They are
circling around the right, but staying close to their opponent.  All
four men go for an Elbow-Collar tie up... However Judd and Baldwin
before the lock up hit a eye poke each!  Baldwin drills The Gutch with
a strong forearm.  Another one.  He sends him across the ropes and
locks on a big sleeper!  Meanwhile Judd Marley ducks under a wild
right by Livestock and has him with a waist lock he attempts to live
him with a belly to back, but Livestock blocks it.  Judd pushes him
forward into the ropes and Judd flips backwards and leaps up with a
dropkick tipping Livestock over the top ropes and to the outside right
besides Zeke.]

CL: The Wild Cards are now inside the ring with The Gutch and they
back up and hit the ropes and double dropkick sending the big man hard
to the mat!  Each member have a hold of one leg of The Gutch's and
SPLITS HIM WIDE OPEN!!!

PW: Livestock back inside the ropes and Judd ducks under and MAFIA
KICK BY BALDWIN...

[Pop!]

CL: Look at The Wild Cards go!

[Judd grabs the right leg of Livestock and goes to lock on a figure
four, but Livestock kicks him off right into Baldwin...  Marley
bounces off and Livestock with an inside cradle...]




ONE ...




TWO ...




[Baldwin breaks the count.]

CL: Heads up by Baldwin and The Gutch is on his feet and brings down
the boom on the back of Baldwin.  Baldwin down and The Gutch steps
over Black Jack and BIG SIT-OUT SPLASH!!!!




ONE ...




TWO ...




THREE ???




[Pop!]




CL: NO!!! Baldwin just shoots a shoulder up!  Livestock now has Judd
backed up into the corner he whips him out.... RIGHT INTO AN AWAITING
GUTCH AND FLATTENING FRONT FACE SLAM!!!

PW: It's over now!




ONE ...




TWO ...




THREE ???




[Pop!]




CL: NO!!! Judd gets a shoulder up.  The Wild Cards have defeated these
two both times they have faces, but that was with Rick.  So far
Livestock and The Gutch have had the upper hand.

PW: Zeke has a game plan for these two.

CL: Livestock and The Gutch have Baldwin up now and tip over the
top...  Livestock follows him as The Gutch continues to put the boots
to Marley.  The Gutch sends Marley into the ropes...

[... Marley ducks under a right and Back body drop.... SUNSET FLIP
.... The Gutch holds on and goes for a huge Sit-Out -- ]




"___CRAASSHHH___"




[Pop!]




CL: NOBODY HOME!!

PW: That's not good!

[Marley quickly back up and hits the ropes and -- ]




"___THUUUUMP___"




CL: SHINING WIZARD!!!!  Right to The Gutch's temple!




"___CLAAAANG___"




[On the outside Baldwin reversed and sent Livestock right into the
guard rail back first!  Marley hooks a leg inside the ring...]




ONE ...




TWO ...




THREE !!!




[Disappointing Pop!]




CL: The Gutch just kicks out.

PW: Baldwin charges Livestock on the outside and BIG SHOULDER...

[Inside the ring, Marley pulls the big man up and squares off with The
Gutch.  Marley trades punches with the big man, who comes out in front
and stuns Judd with a head butt.  He pauses, doing his Gutch
Bartalooch before winding up for a big overhand right, which Judd
counters into The Snakeyes submission.]

CL: This could be over!!!  Marley has it clinched in!

PW: I can't believe this.

[Zeke Craven is on the ring apron and distracting the referee as The
Gutch begins tapping.  Livestock who has gained the upper hand on the
outside has dived head first under the ropes and brings a double axe
breaking the submission.]

PW: That was close!

CL: Livestock yanks Marley up and SCOOP SLAM.  He follows up with a
knee into the chest of the veteran.  He backs away and The Gutch drops
down with a big splash!!!!




ONE ...




[Baldwin is on the top ropes now...]




TWO ...




"___CRRRRAAASSSSHHHH____"




PW: ZEKE JUST NAILED BALDWIN WITH THE BRIEFCASE AND HE FALLS FACE
FIRST OFF THE TOP OF THE ROPES!

CL: Marley was able to kick out, things don't look good for the cards.

[The Gutch continues to drive him down as Baldwin lays face planted
first.  Livestock pulls him up and powerbomb where the Livestock falls
backwards with the move, allowing the top rope to bounce his opponent
(by the neck) back into the ring and onto the mat.]

PW: Hangman's Gambit.  Zeke is applauding!




ONE ...




TWO ...




THREE !!!




CL: Livestock and The Gutch have advanced to face The Royal Family.



<<< DING   DING >>>


PW: Finally two worthy teams.

CL: We get to find out who cheats the best.

[The piano exit to Layla by Derek and The Dominos starts up and the
rumble of displeasure from the crowd significantly increases as
"Rolemodel" Paul Styles steps out from the locker room. The
confidently smiling Paul is dressed in a pale blue dress shirt with
small white stripes under a baby blue sweater vest with a white argyle
pattern on the front. It matches smoothly with his dark blue pants and
black dress shoes]

CL: Styles and Monarch headed to the ring.

[Paul slowly walks to the ring smiling as children and male fans of
all ages yell threats at him or hold up disparaging signs. But many
women, age 16-35, have forced their way to be along the aisle and
femininely clap as they are unable to stop smiling or take their eyes
of Paul as he walks down the aisle. Paul pays the men no attention but
makes eye contact with their smiling girlfriends as he walks past]

PW: Let's find out who is the best inside the PVW.

[Once at ringside Paul is greeted with small talk from Carl and
Johnathan as the music dies down. Johnathan steps into the ring while
Paul on the apron starts flirting with a small group of teenage girls
crowding along the guardrail behind his corner]

CL: Okay I guess it's safe to find out the final stipulation.

HD: The final participants are Paul Styles and Johnathan Monarch...


The Royal Family!


[Heel Pop!]


HD: The announced final stipulation for this fall is once ONE man is
body slammed the other team wins the PVW Tag Team Titles....




[What the heck BOOOOOOOO!]




CL: Apparently Zeke Craven the crafty and sneaky lawyer were able to
rework this in the contract.

PW: You have to give them some credit.  It was pretty smart although
Monarch is as heavy as The Gutch.

CL: Even with the added pounds that appear attached to him.

PW: Styles will have to stay on the move.  He is obviously the
lightest one in there.

CL: An ant could probably bodyslam him.

[On one side; Stevenson, Styles, and Monarch are huddled up discussing
their game plan.  Across the ring is Zeke, Livestock, and The Gutch.
We are down to the final two.  Styles steps to the outside as if this
was a normal tag team match.  Big Johnathan Monarch stands unimpressed
staring across at both Livestock and The Gutch.]

CL: Somebody better then Styles this isn't a normal tag team match.

PW: Be my guest.

CL: Here we are... The Final two teams...  Monarch steps forward and
here comes Livestock and The Gutch... Livestock is hit first and
driven backwards....  The Gutch is right there though.  The two send
Monarch into the ropes and Monarch comes roaring off clotheslining
both men!

[Monarch backs The Gutch back and drives punches and elbows into the
big man.  He begins choking him against the ropes, but Livestock is
there breaking the hold.]

CL: Styles sneaks his way into the ropes and CHOPS THAT RIGHT KNEE OUT
OF LIVESTOCK!!!

PW: Gotta keep four eyes on Paul Styles.

[Paul Styles begins kicking that right knee of Livestock.  The Gutch
is back up and Paul Styles crawls in-between his legs and rolls out of
the ring.]

CL: Styles quick on his feet!

PW: Monarch has came through!

[Brawling in the ring, Gutch and Monarch exchange right hands, with
Monarch finally trying for a headbutt, causing both men to recoil.]

CL: Monarch hurting himself with that one.

PW: He may be bigger than Gutch, but that caveman head doesn't lie;
Bartilucci has the head God gave a battleship.

[Recovering faster than the bigger man, Gutch's fat body goes bounding
off the ropes, as he tries for an avalanche-style body attack, only to
be scooped up!  BIG POP~!]




"___CRRAAASSSHHHH___"




CL: GOOD LORD!  Monarch falls backwards, and the Gutch is on top of
him!  Referee counting, but there are no pinfalls in this final round!

PW: If we weren't sure before, we do now.  Gutch is wearing some sort
of weights under his suit, and so's Livestock.

CL: I'd say you're right.  After all, why else would Zeke Craven put
in the contract that this round ends with a bodyslam if his men
weren't going to be the biggest in the ring?

PW: And look ... look at the ring.

[Cutting over to ringside, it's apparent that stuff is falling over
underneath the ring. An aluminum trashcan, and a few chairs now poke
out from under the ring.]

PW: It looks like it slid, the edge of the ring doesn't even line up
even with the floor mats anymore.

CL: You're right.  Gutch must be wearing about 200 pounds of sand
weights or something...

[Having struggled to his feet, Gutch rebounds off the ropes again as
Monarch gets up to one foot and one knee, and DIVES with a football
tackle!]

CL: MASSIVE tackle!  Monarch is stunned!  Livestock Zappa has lifted
Paul Styles, but the Rolemodel is holding onto the top rope.

PW: And here comes the Gutch!  Both men, giants compared to Styles,
and they're pummeling him!

CL: He should of stayed on the outside of the ring.

PW: Styles fears no man!

[They almost have Styles down for a bodyslam, but Monarch is back up
just in time to save his partner and Styles slides down and rolls away
with a look of "Holy Shit" on his face.]

CL: Bitch Hewitt and Zeke Craven are up to something look at those
two.

PW: They look normal to me.

CL: Monarch goes to lift Livestock up, but The Gutch is there to avoid
any mishaps.

[The two continue to work over the much larger Monarch the true threat
with these stipulations.  Paul Styles is bending over with his
tights... He is now on his feet and Livestock turns to meet him.]




"___POOOOF___"




CL: A handful of white powder has been tossed in the eyes of
Livestock!

PW: The tides are turning.

[Monarch begins to win the upper hand with Livestock out of the way.
He drives big elbows and goes to lift The Gutch with a bodyslam, but
The Gutch is able to hold on.]

CL: What is next between these two teams?

[Rallying in opposite corners of the ring, Paul Styles and Jonathan
Monarch are pummeling away at their respective opponents; Styles on
Livestock, and Monarch on the Gutch.]

CL: The Royal Family is on the rebound!  And the lawyers are
faltering!

[Leaping up on the apron, the lawyers' new valet, Bar Bitch Hewitt
leaps in a single bound up to the apron in front of Paul Styles just
as the neckbrace-wearing lawyer/manager Zeke

Craven comes up next to the referee and tries to get in the ring.]

PW: And here comes Zeke!

CL: Wait, that woman they brought to the ring!  What's she doing?

[The referee tries immediately to stop Zeke Craven, who is
uncharacteristically loud and aggressive with the official.  Hewitt,
meanwhile, is moving her hips in suggestive ways and saying something
to Styles.]

PW: Okay, I'm looking.  Rrreow!

[At this moment, Livestock hits Styles from behind.  Mixed pop!]

CL: Livestock Zappa with the double axehandle!  That's a big man with
a lot of muscle, I ... WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!




"___CRRRRAAAASSSSHHHH___"




[Jerking Styles down by the head quickly, Zappa furiously rips him up
off his feet, falling backwards at the same time.  It starts and
finishes as a powerbomb, but Zappa hangs Styles' neck across the top
rope, and pulls him down, a slingshot effect adding to the force of
the powerbomb.  POP!]

PW: Hangman's Gambit!  Good God what a move!  That's the second time
we have seen this massive move!

CL: Livestock across the ring, and CLIPS MONARCH'S KNEE!  Monarch
turning around, but that just lets the Gutch get him from behind!

[Turning around in circles, both big, fat men struggle.  Gutch to lift
Monarch, Monarch to get free, but finally, Gutch manages to just
barely get the near 600- pounder up, and that's enough for Livestock,
who's already on the top rope, to leap off with a bulldog. POP!]

PW: Final Statement!  The lawyers are finally getting it together!
They're gonna win it!

CL: But no pinfalls!  They can't bodyslam Monarch if he's on the mat,
if at all!

PW: Carl Stevenson is now on the ring apron screaming and The Gutch is
giving him a dance!!!!

[Livestock begins to pull The Rolemodel up and scoops him high...
Stevenson reaches... He is able to just grab the leg of Styles and
holds him as Livestock attempts to put him down.  The Gutch see's the
chaos and charges and ACCIDENTLY FLATTENS THE REFEREE!]

CL: Oh this isn't good.

PW: It could make things more fun!

CL: Livestock turns and grabs Stevenson and picks him up and BODYSLAMS
him down to the mat.

[Monarch is now making it to his feet.  The Gutch is now pulling The
Rolemodel up and Monarch over to make the save!!!!]

CL: Ezekiel Craven on the apron now!  What is he doing?

PW: Taking advantage of the situation.

[Frustrated at all the shenanigans played out by the lawyers, Monarch
walks away from where he was trying to lift the Gutch, who remains
collapsed, clinging to the ropes, and stalks over to Zeke.  Heel pop!]

PW: He SPIT in Monarch's face!  That's suicide!  I—WHOA!




"___SMMMAAAAACCKKKK___"




CL: Broderick Ezekiel Craven just flings that briefcase, and took
Monarch out at the temple of his skull!  Down goes the mammoth member
of the Royal Family!

PW: What the hell is he ... oh no!

[Reaching the top rope in the corner, Zeke postures himself like Jesus
Christ on the cross, then leaps halfway across the ring where the
downed Monarch lays, holding his head, and lands, headfirst, bracing
his neck with his arms and tumbling forward.  The force hits Monarch's
ribs, making the giant wince with pain anew.]

PW: SPEAR OF DESTINY!  The wrestling world hasn't seen that move since
Zeke was just "Ezekiel", wrestling hardcore matches at the turn of the
century!

CL: It's a well known fact that Craven has a surgically reconstructed
neck, and he's paying the price now!  The referee is still down.

[Reaching up to hold his neck, Zeke isn't moving much, save to test
and see if he can still wiggle his foot.  Gritting his teeth, he rolls
slowly, gingerly from the ring.]

CL: Of all people, Livestock and the Gutch's manager may have turned
the tide.  Monarch bleeding from his temple, and doesn't look like he
can breathe after that VERTICAL top rope headbutt done halfway across
the ring by a man in his forties!  Unreal.

PW: Things are chaos..  Livestock and The Gutch are pulling up
Monarch....  Are they going to try and Body Slam him?

[Cindy Hewitt is now inside the ring waking the referee up...
They now have Monarch up against the ropes.   They finally after all
both men might get Monarch off the ground, but out of nowhere a
possum playing Paul Styles is up and grabs the back end of Livestock
and picks him up just enough and slams him down!!!!!!!  The referee
who happened to have his eyes open and half way up calls for the
bell!!!!!]

CL: WHAT!?!?!

PW: Interesting... Paul Styles strikes again!!!  They had Monarch done
and they just hand to send him down, but a possum playing styles sort
of body slammed Livestock or at least he is getting credit for it.

[The Gutch drops Monarch and looks at Styles shocked.  The Rolemodel
drops to the ground with his hands in the air!!!!]


<<< DING   DING >>>


CL: I guess it's over!!! Sort of an anti climatic ending, but in the
end that's all it took for Paul Styles to sneak out of this 8 team
mega gauntlet to capture the PVW Tag Team Titles for his team.

[Duke Martin hands Styles and Monarch their titles who have now rolled
to the outside raising them in the air.  Carl Stevenson joins the
trio.  Livestock and The Gutch help Zeke back to his feet and he
glares down asking what went wrong.]

CL: A bodyslam all it took...  Styles was left for dead and they had
Monarch all but beat.  However the master of finding ways to win just
found a NEW way to win and this time it has captured the PVW Tag Team
Championships.

PW: That's how it went down... You can bet this won't sit well with
Zeke.  They all, but had the titles wrapped up.

CL: What a night it has been thus far!!!  We are down to one match.
The Main Event.  However before we get to that point we have a
monologue dedicated to the feud.

[The melodic tones of "White Knuckles" by Five Finger Death Punch
begin to play.]

##Oh, fuck it all!##

[Chase Williams holds the title high as he celebrates his Blood Bowl
victory. He drops to his knee's and hugs his first Heavyweight
Championship to his chest, tears streaming down his cheeks turned pink
mixed with his blood.]

##Sick of being sick and tired, sick of understanding
Tired of feeling sick to my stomach
Demons inside command me##

[Chase pulls Foley's foot and crotches him on the top rope, setting
him up for a G.O.D. from Michaelson, and costing him his chance at the
Phoenix Valley's other championship.]

##They're saying crush it, break it, smash it
Fuckin' kill 'em all!
Laugh as it falls away
I won't dodge another silver bullet
Just to save a little face##

 [Foley is like a Wolverine as he holds his own against Williams and
 Michaelson. Eventually the heels takes over,  but you can't help
 admire the tenacity of the rookie from Ireland.]

[Chorus:]
I want you to know, I want you to see
I want you to look beyond your own eyes
past your infections

[Williams is irate as Foley, of all available competition in Phoenix
Valley, interrupts his inuagural speech after winning the championship
in the Blood Bowl.]

[V2:]
##How many people really care?
How many will be standing?
I'll light the match, the flame, the fuse, the bomb
Rescue the world from slavery.##

[Foley raises William's heavyweight championship over his head to a
_monster_ pop from the crowd. He smirks and revels in the moment.

##I wanna torch it, burn it, scorch it, fuckin' stomp it out
Laugh as it blows away
I won't eat another rotten apple
Though I've grown to like the taste##

[A shot of a relentless Williams taking Foley to the [beeping]
woodshed. One has to wonder just how maniacal Chase will be in defense
of what has become his reason for existing.]

[Chorus:]
I want you to know, I want you to see
I want you to look beyond your own eyes
Past your afflictions
I want you to hurt, want you to bleed
I want you to look beyond your own face
Past your infections

[Foley again stands tall, taking the offense to the champion. As badly
as Chase wants to keep the title, with his family in attendance, and
his father about to pass, how baddly does Caleb _need_ to win it?]

[Pre-Chorus:]
I'm taking back control with my knuckles
Taking back control with my knuckles
I'm taking back control with my knuckles
Taking back control with my knuckles

[Williams and Foley brawl all over ringside rocking the Armory.]

##Smash it, burn it, break it, kill it
Fuck 'em all!##

[And finally the Coup De Grace, a shot of the Phoenix Valley Wrestling
Heavyweight championship. underneath it reads "Concieted Bastard Chase
Williams vs. "Irishmen" Caleb Foley, Rise from the Ashes, April 13th
2008]

CL: Here we are... Chase Williams and Caleb Foley it's all down to
this.

PW: Time for Chase to shut up Caleb Foley.

CL: What a night it's been so far!  All of the title belts have been
on the line tonight and I have to wonder if Chase is going to fall
prey
here in the PVW Heavyweight Championship Match.

PW: Not if Chase has anything to say about that.

CL: Caleb Foley has taken the PVW by storm.  The nineteen year old
stand out from Notre Dame entered the PVW as a long shot, but after
getting the attention of the Champion and the PVW front office here we
are ready for the Main Event and the challenger's entrance.

PW: He doesn't want to upset poor old daddy.

[The camera picks up the loving parents of Caleb Foley.  The elder
Foley sets composed waiting for his son.  He looks proud and as
healthy as one could expect for a man near the end of his life.
However even though he lives his life in pain you wouldn't be able to
tell by the proud smile of a father as he awaits his son.]

CL: Tonight is a very important night for Caleb Foley.  We found out a
month or so ago that Caleb's father was ill and nearing the end of his
life.

PW: As much as I dislike that leprechaun I have to say I wish his
father the best.

CL: We all do Preston.  If Caleb can win the PVW Heavyweight title
here tonight in front of his father what a feel good moment that will
be for the whole industry.

PW: There only stands one obstacle.... Chase Williams.

CL: Chase Williams has been a dominating champion thus far.  He
dominated the Phoenix made icon, 'Wild Cat' Chris Tate.  He overcame
all odds and was crowned the Blood Bowl champion.

PW: Next up, Caleb Foley.

[Suddenly throughout the 52nd Street Armory a OH MY GOD IT CAN’T BE
HIM POP erupts.]

PW: Why are the fans on their feet Chase Williams isn’t in the ring
yet?

[The camera pans towards the aisle way where a gentleman is making his
way to ring side. He is attired in a pair of tan khaki pants, with a
black button down sport shirt, which top two buttons are undone
revealing a black t-shirt underneath. The man smiles as he slaps the
hands of a few fans. The camera zooms in upon the man’s well trimmed
bearded face. He pauses for a few moments soaking up the cheers and
runs his hand through his short brown hair.]

CL: THE ONE.... BRIAN YOUNG!

PW: The who? The what?

CL: Brian Young is an Icon in the wrestling world.  He comes from the
legendary Young family well known around the industry and Brian is a
multi time World Champion around a handful of promotions.

[The camera fixes in on the wrestling veteran as he joins Chip Lester
and Preston Winfield at the broadcasting table right at ring side.]

PW: Brian Young let me start off by saying it's an honor.

CL: You didn't even -

BY: No it's my privilege to be right here in Phoenix on the biggest
night in PVW's young ...  short history.

CL: What brings you to Phoenix and more importantly to ring side at
Rise From the Ashes?

BY: I'm a huge supporter of the industry and after the NEWF closed
it's doors I found myself with a little bit of free time and I have
been traveling around catching shows across the United States. Mr.
Willingham saw that I was at ring side and invited me to join you two,
to give my opinions in this important match.

PW: Well you are in for a treat.  Chase Williams is as good as they
come.

BY: I am quite familiar with ol' Chase.  He is tough as nails and I
have no doubt that he is a worthy champion.

CL: How much do you know about Caleb Foley?

BY: Not a whole lot.  I know he is very talented greenie.  I've heard
the tragic story of his father and the kid has a lot to fight for
tonight.

[Herk Douglas enters the ring and the fans go rabid with a Main Event
Pop!]

CL: I guess it's time to start.

BY: The good ol' Main Event pop.

PW: Do you miss it?

BY: Every day.

HD: Introducing first the challenger, wrestling out of Dublin,
Ireland. Standing at 6 foot 1 and weighing in at 215 pounds.

[All of a sudden "The Warriors Code" by The Dropkick Murphy's plays
over the PA. as the arena fills with cheers. On the jumbotron we see a
graphic and it reads "From Dublin, Ireland" CALEB FOLEY]

You're the fighter you've got the fire
The spirit of a warrior, the champion's heart
You fight for your life because the fighter never quits
You make the most of the hand you're dealt
Because the quitter never wins
No!

[The lights begin to flicker and the camera zooms into the entrance
way but “The Fighting Irishman" isn't there. The crowd begins to stir
as the camera does a complete 360 and is now zooming in on the crowd
and you see the fan favorite "The Fighting Irishman" Caleb Foley
sitting in the very front row. Sitting to his left is a female who
looks to be about Caleb's age and she is sitting there with reddish
hair and is wearing a white blouse top and a black mini skirt. To
Caleb's right is an older gentlemen who is dressed in a red polo t-
shirt and a pair of tan khakis. Foley stands up and starts bouncing to
the beat of the music. He has his red hair buzzcut and an eager look
on his face. Dressed in all black, from the kickpads to the boots and
the jacket itself, Caleb stands up and just stares into the ring.
Foley looking completely focused for Rises for Ashes...]

You were born to box in a city that's seen their share
Mello, Ryan, Carney, among them your photo proudly hangs there
Above the bar in the Gaelic Club
They tell the story of a throwback
With the heart of a lion
They salute your glory

[Foley just smirks as he gives the young red head a kiss on the cheek
and the older man he gives him a hug. Foley is getting word a few
words of encouragement for that man as fans are patting him on the
back. Foley has now made it to the ring barricade. Foley is not taking
his eyes off the ring...]

It's another murderous right
Another left hook from hell
A bloody war on the boardwalk
And the kid from Lowell rises to the bell


[Foley then leaps over the barricade and begins to walk towards the
ring. Foley slides in the ring and climbs the turnbuckle. Foley then
raises both his arms over his head as the crowd cheers him on. Foley
backflips off the middle turnbuckle and then begins to stretch as his
family is cheering him on...]

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

CL: The crowd loves Foley.

BY: Or do they just hate Chase Williams?

PW: Either way it doesn't matter, because he is just another notch on
the legacy of Chase Williams.

BY: He really likes the guy doesn't he?

CL: You have no idea.

HD:  His opponent... From Beverly Hills, California...  Standing at 6
foot 7 and weighing in at 297 pounds...



THE PVW HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION -



Here is ....




'Conceited' Bastard' Chase Williams !!!!!


##The whole world been waitin on em (here I come)##
##Drop top phantom upstatin on em##
##Look around all the bitch niggas hatin on em##
##Mad cuz im chronic 2008in on em##
##Big cars big wheels big chains, big pimpin big money big dreams##
##Dreams dreams, big dreams, dreams dreams, big dreams##

[Blinding pyros rip across the entryway, as "Big Dreams" by the Game
explodes over the PA system. The smoke from the pyros obscures the
identity of the man that has walked onto the entryway.]

##Im free as a motherfuckin bird I swear##
##Disappear in thin air, there go game nigga where?##
##Posted on the block in them black airs##
##And that all black phantom hug the block like a bear##

[Megaton Heel Pop! They know who it is now and so do you. The King,
the  Paragon, a shark in a small pond, the Phoenix Valley Heavyweight
champion, and coincidentally one helluva "Conceited Bastard", stands
before you, smug as ever but ready to choke a bitch. Gone is the
arrogance in his demeanor, what remains is only utter contempt for one
Caleb Foley. Dressed in Baggy jeans and grey boots, the top of his
head is hidden under a white bandana. Quite the departure from his
usual ring attire.]

##Yea, that v12 is roarin##
##Flyin through the city with the pedal to the floor then##
##I put them 26 inches on the curb, tell the hood im back##
##Get me a corner let me serve, swerve##

[He shifts the title on his shoulder, head bobbing to the music as he
glares a hole through the challenger in the ring. He rolls his neck,
then finally begins a very calculated ascent to the ring, where he
stops at ringside to further shout unpleasantries at Foley.]

##Im still dope thats my word##
##All I did was switch the kitchens and some track on the birds##
##Irv Gotti know im a murderer##
##Half these niggas beefin wit me I never heard of them##
##If I was the old me, I would murder them##
##Matter fact if I was the old me I would curtis them##

[He finally climbs the steps stopping on the apron screaming something
to the ref about "keeping that punk away from me" before he climbs
through the ropes and grudgingly hands his title to the referee.]
CL: The Champion looks ready as he pulls off the PVW Heavyweight title
and points to it and mouths something to Caleb Foley.

BY: The good old pre match psyche out.

[Chase Williams hands referee Jim Pearson the PVW Heavyweight title.
He walks over to Foley and shows him the belt.  The youngster just
nods.  Pearson then turns to the crowd and holds it up as they go
crazy!]

BY: This is what it's all about boys.

PW: Yeah Chip!





___________    ____       ________________________________________
___  __ \_ |  / /_ |     / /
__  /_/ /_ | / /__ | /| / /     PVW Heavyweight Title Match
_  ____/__ |/ / __ |/ |/ /     Caleb Foley v. Chase Williams [c]
/_/     _____/  ____/|____________________________________________



<<< DING   DING >>>





CL: And the PVW Heavyweight Championship match is underway.

BY: This is the moment both of these men have been waiting for; Chase
so he can prove his dominance here in the PVW and the chance for Caleb
that he has more than luck on his side.

[Chase looks Caleb head to toe and shrugs his shoulders before the two
men lock up in the center of the ring.]

PW: Chase shows little fear as he locks up with Caleb in the center of
the ring …

[Williams forces Foley into the corner and referee Jim Pearson orders
for a break. Chase raises his hands in the air and steps back.]

PW: Look at the champ showing great sportsmanship there.

[Williams fires a stiff knife edge chop to the chest of Foley and
Foley gasps in pain. A smile crosses the lips of Williams as he pushes
Foley’s head back and fires another chop into Foley’s chest.]




"___SLLLAAAPPP___"




"___SLLLAAAPPP___"




 PW: Four chops …




"___SLLLAAAPPP___"




BY: Make it five and the champ has lit Caleb’s chest up.

CL: Caleb grabs his chest and leans over in pain …

PW: BAD MOVE!

[Chase connects with a European Uppercut.]

PW: As the champ nearly takes Caleb’s head off with that European
Uppercut.

[Foley staggers out for the corner and Chase grabs him by the arm and
whips to the far side corner. Chase rushes forward and connects with a
clothesline. ]

PW: And Foley had nowhere to go and Williams almost looks bored in
there at the moment.

[Chase glares at Foley and shakes his head before driving the point of
his elbow into the chin of Foley.]

BY: Chase showing no respect for the rookie at the moment.

PW: And if I was Chase I wouldn’t either with the way he has been
disrespecting the champ.

BY: Sometimes it takes just that to make people sit up and take notice
of you Preston.

CL: That’s what you did isn’t it Brian.

BY: Basically I mean I believe I called Trey Lawrence my rookie year.

CL: Not a smart idea ..

BY: Maybe not but it got the job done.

CL: Jim Pearson is ordering Chase to allow the rookie out of the
corner.

PW: And like a true champion he is doing just that.

[Caleb Foley takes a step out of the corner and motions for Chase to
bring some more.]

CL: Foley is begging Chase to bring it to him.

PW: Foley has shown since day one that he has more balls than brains
but I hope he isn’t trying to end up next to his dad in the hospital.

[Williams is quick to supply the punishment with a stiff forearm shot
that rocks Foley for a moment. Williams forces Foley to the ropes and
does not hesitate to once again pound Foley on the chest with a hard
forearm blow.  However, as soon as he does this, Foley jumps at
Williams and clubs him with a forearm shot of his own.  Without fail,
Williams returns the favor but Foley is right there to give him
another...

CL:  And we have a good old fashioned fist fight ... Foley and
Williams are tearing each other apart with their bare hands!!!

[The crowd is going crazy as The Conceited Bastard and The Fighting
Irishman are just pounding away at each other with forearm shots.
Suddenly, Williams swings at Foley but Caleb ducks.  He goes behind
Williams and drives him to the mat with a side Russian Leg-Sweep but
Williams is back up to his feet quickly.]

PW: It’s going to take more than that to keep the champ down!

[Foley rushes in at him with a lariat but, Williams ducks the oncoming
blow, slips behind Foley, and sends HIM to the mat with a release
German Suplex...]

BY: Foley showing some fire but the champ is quick to cut off his
rally there.

[Williams stands to his feet and just begins to stomp away at the
chest of Foley. Caleb attempts to cover up but it to no avail as Chase
just decides to stomp on his head.]

PW: And Chase with a good old curb stomp on Caleb there!
[Caleb rolls to the side holding his head as Chase reaches down and
pulls Foley to his feet. Chase locks on a front chancery and lifts
Foley high into the air …]

BY: Chase showing off his strength with this stalling vertical suplex
…

PW: Chase is a suplex machine and I how many times do I need to say
that Foley is just out of his element here tonight?

BY: Putter from what I can tell only one person is out of his element.

[Instead of falling backwards Chase releases Foley forward dropping
him stomach first across the top rope.]

BY: Foley being hung out to dry on that top rope. There’s a good
chance that Foley is going to have some internal bruising after that
move.

[Williams smirks and grabs Foley by his head and clinches on a front
chancery and drags Foley so that his thighs are still on the top rope.
He powers Foley into the air and quickly drops his thighs once again
across the top rope for additional momentum and powers him over with a
slingshot suplex.]

CL: Williams pulls Foley to his feet …

PW: And makes him redder than Rudolph’s nose with a series of three
more chops!

BY: Caleb is once again being forced to the ropes but he continues his
jaw jacking asking the champ if that’s the best he’s got.

PW: Foley must have a death wish!

[Chase grabs Foley by his left arm and whips him across the ring to
the far side ropes; Chase rushes forward and attempts to decapitate
Foley with a clothesline but Caleb ducks under and rebounds off of the
near side rope.]

CL: Caleb with the duck and he rebounds CROSS BODY …

PW: Williams catches him in mid air and just heaves him over his head
with a picture perfect fall away slam.

BY: The champ is in complete control as Foley rolls towards the apron.
Smart move trying to create some space but Williams is once again on
the attack as he drives a knee squarely into the chest of Foley.

PW: Foley gasping for breath.

[The camera cuts to the outside where Caleb’s father sits with a
worrisome look in his eye. Williams slides under the bottom rope to
the floor and quickly looks at Foley’s father for a brief moment
before grabbing Foley by the head and placing him so that his head and
shoulders are just over the edge of the apron.]

CL: Williams taking a few steps towards the ring steps. This doesn’t
look good for the challenger.

[Williams gets a running start and drives a Mafia Kick into the temple
of Caleb Foley.]




"___TWWWHHHAAACCKKKK___"




BY: Williams lined Foley up and just punted his head! Chase is out to
make a statement and thus far he is doing just that …

PW: And the statement is Chase Williams is the best the PVW has!

[Williams looks at Foley’s father and says he should have listened.
Chase shrugs as he climbs onto the ring apron. Chase screams you don’t
disrespect me and then drives a leg drop across the throat of Foley.]

CL: Williams just taking Foley apart piece by piece here.

PW: And the veteran slides into the ring breaking Pearson’s count. Is
that a tear in Foley’s father’s eye there?

BY: He’s not crying Preston but it is hard to sit at ring side as a
loved you just gets their ass handed to them in the ring.

[Williams grabs Foley by the legs and hotshots him so he is
clotheslined by the bottom rope. Foley once again grabs his throat and
rolls to the floor.]

PW: Foley is flopping around like a fish out of water in front of his
father.

CL: Do you have any tack Preston?

PW: Why would I bring tacks to ringside Chip?

[Pearson warns Williams not to go after him but Williams shoves
Pearson to the side and slides out of the ring to the floor. He pulls
Foley to his feet and slams him back first into the ring apron. Foley
lets out a scream and Williams drives his shoulder into the gut of
Foley forcing him hard into the apron again. Williams spins Foley
around and locks on an inverted chancery …]

BY: Williams just not giving the kid a moment to breath. If this is
how it looked like when I faced Retribution it’s a wonder I won that
match.

[Chase lifts Caleb into the air for an inverted suplex and drives the
back of Foley into the ring apron. Williams releases the chancery
allowing Foley to crumple to the mat. Williams slides into the ring
once again breaking the count but just as quickly he once again slides
to the floor. Foley is slowly making it to his feet as his dad cheers
him on.]

PW: Foley senior should be merciful and tell his son to just lie down!

CL: And Foley still daring the champ to bring it!
PW: Does he just want to be a punching bag tonight?

[Foley rushing forward toward Chase who catches him with a hip toss.]




"___CRRRRAAASSSHHHHH___"




CL: GOOD GOD! FOLEY JUST CRASHED BACK FIRST ONTO THE RING STEPS!

PW: That has to be the most effective hip toss I have ever seen!

BY: Foley rolling off of those steps holding his back and rightly so.
Williams uses his surroundings to his advantage there!

[Williams glares at Foley and slides into the ring. He hits the
opposite ropes, and surprises the crowd and announcers by crushing
Foley into the guardrail with a suicide dive!]

PW: Chase is leaving nothing on the table tonight! Have you ever seen
a 300 pound man dive through the ropes?

CL: That was quite a feat. Rumor has it he used to even use a Shooting
Star Press. Perhaps we might see it tonight?

[Williams scrapes Foley off the arena floor and uncaringly rockets him
headfirst into the ring steps.]




"_____CCCCCLLLLLAAAAANNNNNGGGGG!!!!!_____"




[Pop!]





PW: That looked like it hurt. heh. Karmas a whore eh Foley?

[He pulls Foley into a fireman’s carry and DVD's him onto the steps.]




"_____CCCCCRRRRRUUUUUNNNNNCCCCCHHHHH!!!!!_____"




"HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!!"


"HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!!"


"HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!!"


CL: WILLIAMS JUST DVD'ED FOLEY ONTO THE _STEPS! HE ROLLS FOLEY BACK
INTO THE RING, AND PLACES A FOOT ON HIS CHEST!!!!

[Megaton heel pop for the arrogance of Chase's cover, Jim Pearson
slides into position.]




ONE ...




TWO ...




THREE ...




[Pop!]






CL: NOOOOO! The referee is pointing at Foley's foot on the bottom rope
and Chase is LIVID! Foley refuses to quite.

BY: The rookie showing a lot of heart and still showing that he has a
lot of fight left in him! But he has taken a lot of punishment!

PW: Just a matter of time Brian, just a matter of time.

CL: You can tell by the look of absolute disdain that Williams is not
happy at all!

PW: Would you be? Look at Foley’s dad jumping for joy on the outside …
he needs to stop all that activity; I mean we can’t have two Foley’s
dying tonight!

[Williams stares at Jim Pearson and grabs Foley by his hair pulling
him viciously to his feet. Chase grabs the throat of the Caleb
hoisting in the air, as if he is setting up for a chokeslam, but
instead of slamming him down he simultaneously lifts them up, turns
around 180 degrees and then falls forward throwing Foley so he comes
crashing down on his back!]

CL: CHOKE SUPLEX!

PW: And Foley looks like a rag doll in the ring at the moment! Brian,
have you ever looked like that in the ring?

BY: Yeah on more than one occasion but it never stopped me from
winning seven different championships! So I wouldn’t count Foley out
just yet!

[Williams stands up and raises his arms to the side; as if saying what
now. He looks at Foley’s father and slides to the outside and begins
to make his way over to where Mr. Foley is standing.]

CL: I don’t like this ... not one bit.

[Williams looks at Foley senior and smiles. I’m doing this for you,
dad! I am going to win this match for you!]

CL: Complete disrespect to Caleb Foley.

BY: Williams is trying to get into the head’s of the Foley family and
based upon the way his father is reacting I have to say it appears as
though he is succeeding.

[Mr. Foley has inched himself closer to the railing and begins to
scream at him. Williams just shakes his head as Mr. Foley continues to
scream. In the ring Caleb has slowly gotten to his feet and sees Chase
face to face with his dad. A look of anger crosses his face and he
uses the ring rope to pull himself to his feet.]

PW: Did Chase just say I’m got others Foley to kill?

CL: I hope not but I wouldn’t be surprised!

BY: Williams needs to get his head in the match ‘cause Caleb is to his
feet!

[Williams turns around and as he does so Caleb grabs the top rope and
uses it as a slingshot to somersault himself over the top rope ...]

BY: SOMERSAULT SPLASH!

CL: He completely caught Williams off guard with that move.

BY: I said Williams needs to get his head in the game! The kid is not
going to roll over and die!

PW: I don’t think he even has enough luck to keep this up though. I
mean look how slowly he is getting to his feet.

[Foley’s father begins to slam the top of the guard rail getting the
fans behind Caleb. Foley shakes his head and pulls Williams to his
feet and begins to Irish Whip him towards the ring stairs but Williams
slams on the brakes and reverse the whip sending Foley hard head first
into the stairs once again!]




"_____CCCCCLLLLLAAAAANNNNNGGGGG!!!!!_____"




PW: Whatever brain cells Foley had going into this match are quickly
dying!

[Williams shakes his head and grabs Foley by his legs and waistlocks
them from behind. Chase lifts the Caleb up and then drives him down
face first into the ring steps.]




"_____CCCCCLLLLLAAAAANNNNNGGGGG!!!!!_____"




CL: Good lord!

BY: Williams with a perfectly executed Wheelbarrow Powerbomb on the
ring steps.

PW: I think I see blood!

[Foley rolls off of the ring steps holding his head, a steady stream
of blood flowing between his fingers; Williams like a shark grabs
Foley by the hair and drags him towards his parents. THIS IS WHAT I
WAS TRYING TO SAVE HIM FROM! Williams grabs Foley by the jaw and just
begins to rain right after right into the cut upon his forehead.]

BY: Williams just being vicious right in front of Foley’s family!

CL: Look at the concern in the eyes of his parents! I think his mother
is about to cry.

[As the crimson mask begins to cover Foley’s face Williams pauses and
raises his blood covered right hand to Foley’s dad, see what he got
himself into! Foley senior tries to take a swing at Chase Williams but
Mrs. Foley places her arm across his chest and shakes her head no.]

CL: I can’t believe the Foley’s have to sit there as the callous Chase
Williams just takes pleasure in beating the hell out of their son!

PW: Chase tried to keep this from happening ... but Caleb is stubborn!

BY: Foley is in a world of hurt but this is where he is going to see
what kind of man he truly is! He either quits now or continues for his
dream of winning the Heavyweight Championship!

PW: If Foley was smart he would quit!

[Caleb looks up and watches as the tears flow down his mother face.
Williams fires another right into the forehead of Foley but he fires
back with a quick jab to the gut followed by a second one!]

CL: Foley fighting back!

PW: What! How?

BY: Caleb battles his way to his feet and throws a monstrous haymaker
that staggers the champ!

CROWD: FOLEY! FOLEY! FOLEY!

CL: The crowd getting behind the youngster who just continues to try
and fight back.

[The crowd moans as Chase catches Caleb with a questionable knee to
the mid section.]

CL: LOW BLOW!

PW: No it was a perfectly legal knee lift!

[Jim Pearson has hit the outside and is ordering both men to the ring
and warns Chase about how close that knee lift was. Chase grabs Foley
by the head and slams him hard face first into the guard rail. He once
again grabs Foley by the hair and tosses him to the floor. Foley lands
with a thud next to the ring steps. Foley is motionless on the floor
as Chase Williams. Chase drives a couple of boots to Foley's face.
Pearson orders Williams into the ring and Williams slides under the
bottom rope. He smirks as he begins climbing the turnbuckle... ]

PW:  Look closely everyone!  The Fighting Irishman career is about to
be over!

[As Chase Williams begins to climb to his destiny, the crowd once
again begins to chant... ]

CROWD: FOLEY!  FOLEY!  FOLEY!  FOLEY!

[Williams looks once again to the parents of Caleb Foley and shakes
his head sadly.]

BY: Williams is just focusing too much on Caleb’s parents.

[Like before, Foley somehow shakes off the pain and suffering he is
feeling. Somehow, he slowly gets to his feet and sees Williams
climbing the ropes.  Acting on pure adrenaline, Foley somehow hopes
onto the ring apron...]

PW: Turn around Chase!!

CL:  I don't think Williams realizes Foley is on the top
rope....but....HE DOES NOW! FOLEY JUST FLIPPED OVER CHASE AND
POWERBOMB HIM TO THE MAT...

[As a result of the impact, Williams is holding his back in pain and
Foley is lying motionless in the ring.]

CL: Both men are down!  It's carnage in the ring!  It's a PVW MAIN
EVENT FOLKS!

BY: Foley pulling out all the stops! He wants this title and right now
through the pain and the blood I know he can taste it!

PW: Come on Brian he is only tasting his own blood!

[Slowly Caleb rolls over and barely drapes his right arm across the
chest of Chase Williams!]




ONE ...




TWO ...




THRRR ---




[The crowd lets out a collective groan as the champ inches up his
right shoulder. Foley lifts his head a few inches and the blood
continues to pour from his face, slowly covering the mat.

BY: I remember those days.

PW: What happened next?

BY: Lots and lots of needles.

[Chase rolls to his feet first and grabs Foley by the hair.]

PW: The champ is up first!

CL: Which is no surprise with the amount of punishment that he is
dished out on young Caleb!

[Williams places Caleb Foley’s head between his legs and grabs him by
the waist hoisting him high into the air. At the apex of the powerbomb
attempt Foley pushes himself over Williams’ head landing on his feet,
he reaches up and grabs Williams by the back of the head and drops
down executing a neckbreaker!]

BY: Great counter by Foley!

CL: And Foley is going for the win!




ONE ...




TWO ...




PW: And again the champ kicks out!

CL: In the last few minutes Foley has twice nearly become the PVW
Heavyweight Champion!

PW: This isn’t horseshoes Chip so nearly doesn’t count!

[Chase once again is to his feet first and throws a couple stomps at
Foley's shoulder and head all while cursing at the young man. He helps
Foley up and slaps him across the  face, which seems to awaken Caleb,
who throws a wild right but Chase  easily ducks it and snaps him
headfirst into the canvas, further damaging  the neck and shoulder
with an armbar DDT!]




"_____TTTTTHHHHHUUUUUDDDDD!!!!!_____"




[High impact pop!]

CL: What a DDT by Williams as he continues to work over the neck and
shoulder area of the challenger!

[The crowd pops huge as Williams attempts to surprise Foley with the
Endgame, but Foley wisely slides under the bottom rope, tapping his
temple. Chase is irate as he screams at Foley to get back in the
ring.]

PW: Foley had better be careful. I don't know how wise further
inciting the champion would be.

BY: Not a good idea at all but Foley with the heads up to get out of
the ring cause if Chase hit’s that rolling armbar this match is over.

[Foley slowly wipes the blood from his face as Williams dares him to
get back into the ring. Foley looks over at his emotional parents and
nods his head to them before sliding into the ring. As he does so
Williams stomps him on the back of the head and pulls him quickly to
his feet. He whips him to the far side rope and lowers his head for a
back body drop but Caleb leap frogs over him rebounding hard off of
the near side ropes; Williams spins around and is speared out of his
boots! Foley quickly to his feet and executes a standing moonsault!]

CL: He calls that Irish Blessing!

[Foley drops down for the cover hooking the far side leg.]




ONE ...




TWO ...




PW: For only a split second were they smiling as the champ once again
kicks out!

[Foley stares at Jim Pearson for a second as he wonders what he is
going to have to do to keep Chase Williams down. Foley slowly gets to
his feet and once again wipes the blood from his eyes. The young
rookie glares at Chase Williams who has finally gotten to his feet as
well. Foley a dropkick to the knees that knocks the near 300 hundred
pounder to his knees. With a quick step Foley rushes forward driving
his knee into the skull of Williams.]

CL: Foley coming back!

BY: He caught Williams hard with that knee to the head and the champ
has just collapsed onto his back.

[The crowd begins to scream wildly for Foley as he rushes towards the
near side ropes leaping on the second rope and spring boarding himself
head over feet with a springboard moonsault!]

CL: That moonsault hit its mark!

BY: Foley showing the heart of a champ right now!

PW: There’s only one champ and that’s Chase Williams!

BY: I wouldn’t let Chris Hartt hear you say that.

PW: He was lucky to retain his title and the world knows it!

CL: And speaking of LUCK Foley is pulling Williams to his feet and
connects with a vicious kick to the mid section.

[Chase Williams doubles over and Caleb Foley rushes towards the ropes,
allowing himself to gain momentum as he rebounds off of them …]

CL: Nicely executed Running Neckbreaker, and Foley is going to the top
rope!

PW: Foley is looking to put this match away right here! Come on Chase
get up!

[Foley thrusts his arms to the side before leaping forward and
flipping a full 450 degrees in the air as flashbulbs illuminate the
arena Williams at the last possible second rolls out of the way and
Foley crashes face first into the
 mat!]

PW: AN EMPTY POOL! See Brian that’s why Chase is the champ!

BY: I hope it’s more than just being able to roll out of the way that
made him the champ!

CL: Foley tried to put Williams away with the Irish Eyes are Smiling!

PW: And he came up short as those Irish Eyes were smiling on Chase
Williams!

[Chase slowly gets to his feet and kicks Foley in the ribs causing him
to flip over onto his stomach. Williams drops to his knees and just
grabs Foley by the throat and tries to choke the life out of him.]

BY: Frustration setting in with the champ!

PW: Of course it is! Foley should have been put away a while ago!

[Jim Pearson orders the break and Williams gets to his feet and tosses
Foley hard into the corner  as the crowd boos like crazy, Williams
continues to choke the life out of Foley until he breaks the hold and
Foley slumps to the mat.  Williams sees Foley slumped in the corner
and gets an idea.  Williams backs off a few feet, gets a running
start, and.... ]

PW: Great move by Williams!  He just drop-kicked Foley in the face
while he was slumped in the corner so a sandwich like maneuver was the
result!

[Williams seems pretty happy with the attack as he looks on at Foley's
agony and smiles a bit.  However, the celebration is short lived as he
picks the Fighting Irishman up and drives a stiff closed fist straight
to his face...]

PW: MAN!  I swear Chase Williams could easily be a boxer if he wanted
to! His hands are
deadly weapons in 17 states and 5 foreign countries!

[As Foley holds his face, he is unable to guard himself from The
Conceited Bastard, who has just now bounced off the ropes, as he nails
him with a vicious lariat.  Foley hits the mat hard and Williams now
looks down at The Fighting Irishman...

PW: DO IT CHAMP!  I think you have him already!  Foley doesn't have
that much inside of him!

CL: Would you keep to the facts for one night!?  Foley will do
anything to win that
belt and Chase Williams should know that Caleb won't go down this
quick in a match.

PW: Won’t go down? Have you been paying attention Foley has hit the
mat more times than Tiger Woods has won the Masters!

BY: Does he always talk about golf?

PW: It’s a real man’s sport

BY: You tell that to Chase Williams and Caleb Foley ‘cause right now
both men are proving they are true athletes!

CL: These two men have absolutely left everything in the ring tonight.
I think everyone knew what to expect from the champ but Foley has been
phenomenal tonight. The heart of the youngster has been nothing short
of amazing.

BY: I have to admit I didn't expect such an amazing show by Foley! But
right now the youngster is getting schooled again!

[Foley can barely stand as Williams paintbrushes the rookie across the
face! Monster pop as Foley explodes and tackles Chase with a double
leg takedown and begins raining down punches! The ref intercedes and
the crowd deflates as he forces Foley backward. Chase finds his feet
and stumbles backwards into a corner, and Foley rushes in only to be
stopped short with a Thumb to the eye!]

PW: Ahhh the old standby. The Thumb to the Eye never fails!

[Williams quickly spins Foley around, cinching in a rear waistlock
before popping his hips and throwing all of Foley's weight over his
head...]




"_____TTTTTHHHHHUUUUUDDDDD!!!!!_____"




CL: High angle German Suplex but instead of releasing the hold he
rolls through and drops a groggy Foley on the back of his head a
second time!




"____TTTTTHHHHHUUUUUDDDDD!!!!!_____"




PW: He's taking him over again!




"_____TTTTTHHHHHUUUUUDDDDD!!!!!_____"




[Pop for the triple German Suplex combo. Chase climbs inside the
second rope and taunts the crowd with double middle fingers.]

CL: That was uncalled for. Does he have to be such a jerk.

PW: Yes, he does. The world needs people to hate, and he has so
graciously presented us with a perfect specimen. He's a humanitarian.

CL: Keep drinking the kool-aid Preston.

[He turns and drives a second rope fist drop square into the face of
the Irishmen!]

PW: The Champ just drove his fist into the face of the challenger from
the second rope!

BY: Williams right back to being in charge! He pulls Foley to his feet
once again …

CL: And somehow the kid fires back with a wild right hand!

[Williams is staggered back to the ropes and Foley continues his
assault of rights and lefts on the champ.]

CL: Foley continuing to fight back!

BY: The memories this kid is having me relive! Blood flowing, the
world against you ... come on kid!

PW: You’re supposed to be impartial!

CL: And when are you!

[Foley whips Williams off the far side ropes and Williams ducks a
clothesline but as he rebounds off of the near side ropes Foley grabs
Williams around the waist and lifts him up, turning 180 degree, and
slams him down as he sits out!]

CL: DELIVERY FROM DUBLIN! HE CAUGHT WILLIAMS WITH THE SIT-OUT
SPINEBUSTER!

PW: GOOD LORD NO!!




ONE ...




BY: Foley drove Williams hard into the mat! And we could be looking at
a new champion!




TWO ...





PW: This isn’t right!






[Williams drapes his leg over the bottom rope.]





THREE ???





[Pearson’s hand just about slams on the mat, but he stops a few inches
short and pats Foley on the back. Foley stands to his feet and begins
to jump for joy as on the outside the Foley’s hug one another tears
streaming from their eyes as their baby boy is ecstatic in the center
of the ring. Pearson thrusts Foley’s arm down and holds two fingers
high in the air! The crowd lets out a collective moan as Foley covers
his head with his hands and looks at the champ’s foot on the bottom
rope.]

BY: Foley just a mere moment away from being champion!

CL: I don’t know who is more heartbroken at the moment him or his
parents!

PW: Get up Chase and kill him for the heart attack!

[Foley grabs the champ and whips him towards the corner and as
Williams slams back first Foley rushes in driving his shoulder into
the midsection of Chase Williams causing the champ to gasp for breath.
Foley quickly lifts Williams onto his shoulders in a fireman’s carry
position.]

PW: Is Foley looking for the Death Valley Bomb?

[Williams begins to struggle and shifts his weight upon the shoulders
of Caleb Foley.]

CL: Chase Williams battling to get out of this predicament!

BY: As any champion would … and it looks like he might be able to slip
out of it as Foley can’t seem to maintain a wide enough base!

[Williams hooks the arm of Foley and rolls forward pulling the rookie
to the mat and locking his arm in the Endgame!]

PW: ENDGAME! WILLIAMS HIT THE ROLLING ARMBAR FROM THE DEATH VALLEY
BOMB!

CL: And Foley is screaming in pain!

BY: Williams doesn’t have it locked in tight though as Foley is
turning into it! He’s trying to alleviate some of the pressure!

PW: Come on Williams! Tighten it up!

[Foley is slowly able to get to his knees and relieving some pressure
but Williams refuses to release the hold! Caleb tries to power
Williams up but the 300 pounds of Williams will not budge. Foley looks
towards his parents, blood dripping from his nose, and a tear can be
seen forming in his eyes.]

BY: And Williams cinches in the Endgame tighter! Forcing Foley to his
back once again!

PW: Is Foley crying?!

[Foley screams before he slams the mat signifying his tap out!]

CL: AND FOLEY TAPS!

BY: The youngster didn’t have much of a choice once Williams locked
that Endgame in as tight as he did.

PW: I told you Foley didn’t stand a chance!

BY: Caleb and his family should be proud he took the champ to his
limits and I don’t think the reality of how close Chase Williams came
to losing the title has sunk in yet with anyone!

[Chase Williams stands to his feet and takes his PVW Championship from
Jim Pearson. He stands over Caleb Foley who is grabbing his arm in
pain and places the title in front of his nose. THIS WILL NEVER BE
YOURS! YOU’RE NOTHING FOLEY!]

BY: This is not the way for a champion to be acting! Both men gave it
their all and there is no reason for this at all.

[Chase Williams leans over the top rope and screams at the Foley’s.]

CL: Chase Williams is letting everyone know what he thinks of Caleb
Foley at the moment.

[Williams smirks and looks one more time at Caleb Foley and tosses the
belt to the mat as he does so. He grabs Foley’s head and pulls him to
his feet.]

CL: What is he doing now?!

[Williams steps behind Foley and bends him forward, as he does so he
grabs the right arm of Foley and pulls it back between their legs and
held, while the other arm is hooked.]

CL: Oh god he is looking for the Moment of Clarity?!!

BY: Damn Chase enough is enough!

[Brian tosses his head set to the table top and rushes from the table
sliding into the ring. He grabs Chase Williams by his shoulder
spinning him around forcing him to release Caleb Foley who hits the
mat and rolls to towards the apron.]

PW: What the heck gives Brian Young this right?!

CL: He is looking out for the safety of another athlete what is wrong
with that.

[Chase nods his head at Brian and picks up his title belt once again
and thrusts it high into the air, a smug smile upon his face. Brian
moves towards Caleb Foley and checks on the rookie who looks up and
sees his parents. Caleb nods his head towards them as Chase Williams
stands in the aisle way where he oddly enough has been joined by The
Royal Family.   With the Tag Team Champions at his side and just
winning an amazing match against the toughest kid the wrestling
industry has ever seen he raises the PVW Heavyweight Championship
high in the air and we fade to the PVW logo in the center and the SSN
logo in the right corner.]







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           Credits:
Brian: Outlaw v. Michaelson, Abdullah v. OmniFly, 8 Team Tag Gauntlet
Dan: Lassiter v. Spectre
Chris: Major Damage v. Johnny Oakes
Don: Masked Outlaw v. Rob Cole
Mark: RJ Souza v. Chris Hartt
Rob: Caleb Foley v. Chase Williams

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