V/O: Tonight battles will be waged.

[Sky view of the PVW Wrestling ring.  Blood stain's the mat.]

V/O: Blood will rain down on the Arizona desert.

[A series of shots of men who have suffered the illustrious crimson
mask - Rob Cole, Caleb Foley, Chris Hartt...]

V/O: And lives will be changed _forever_.

[The eye's of Johnny Detson.]

V/O: One man looks to achieve his life long goal.  To finally stand
atop of that proverbially mountain.  With all eyes and envy in the
wrestling world upon you.

[Highlights of Rick Marley shocking the wrestling world and returning
down the aisle on Heatwave and sending Rob Cole down for the count
with a steel chair.]

V/O: To wear what only three men have worn before.

[Cut quick shots of PVW Champions of yesterday - Chase Williams
holding up the PVW Heavyweight Championship, Brian Young embracing the
golden belt, and Rob Cole wearing the PVW World Heavyweight
Championship.]

V/O: The other ...Has risked everything and became the hunter.
Breaking every wrestling unspoken rule in an attempt to seek out
vengeance for his family.

[Rob Cole dragging Rick Marley from the arena.  Fans, announcers, and
every one else shocked.  However that look in Rob Cole's eye's tell a
story ... A story of willing to go at any length for justice.]

V/O: Legend is a word that isn't tossed around lightly.  Inside PVW
there are two men who have _earned_ that title.

[Alex Martinez stands towering over a broken body.  The poor sap
appears to be half way implanted through the ring.]

V/O: With their sights on becoming a champion both men's career's are
on the line.  In order for that golden ticket ... One must overcome
their greatest obstacle yet.

[Doc Holliday hits the Arizona Sandstorm.  And then we cut to the
image of the two historic legends standing inside the ring setting up
the career versus career legends match.

Silence ...


Zoomed out shot of the Steel Cage hanging.


Then a shot of the Scaffold sitting 15 feet above the ring.]


V/O: Tonight their bodies will be put to the test. Pain tolerance will
need to be at an all time high.

[William Craven grins with his jaded teeth sneering.  Marcus Manson
driving his fist into the heart of his opponent.]

V/O: To over come and to settle old scores.

[Prophets of Rage and Max and Sal colliding.]

V/O: To defeat evil.

[Danny Daniels holding up Sinister arm.  Daniels has a look of
accomplishment as Sinister glares.]

V/O: To fight for what's righteous.

[Chris Hartt telling Chase Williams to "come on".]

V/O: For respect.

[Caleb Foley and Johnny Detson brawling up the PVW aisle way and into
the crowd!]

V/O: To wrestle for one's family honor.

[Tom Landis and Perry Fontana reluctantly standing side-by-side.]

V/O: To find out what happens when you have nothing else to lose.

[Gibson Hayes has pulled the Blue Diamond mask off and stands over a
nearly-broken Hersher von Donkerhardt.]

V/O: Tonight we find out what happens when the Phoenix rises ... And
seek's new beginnings

[Livestock and The Gutch stand as PVW tag team champions.]

V/O: _IF_ those victorious survive the transformation ...

[Doc Holliday being hugged by dozens of the Arizona faithful, Gibson
Hayes stands with the PVW title that nobody thinks is possible to take
- The PVW American Championship.]

V/O: They will forever remember the night of Rise From the Ashes II!

[Rick Marley and Rob Cole stand nose-to-nose.]








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          Live at the 52nd Street Armory

                 Phoenix, Arizona


               RISE FROM THE ASHES II
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[Logo's fade from the screen and we are back inside the 52nd street
Armory.  The camera's isn't going too crazy this time since we scoped
it out on the Pre Show.  And let's be honest if your a PVW die hard
spending money on a PPV you checked out the free Pre Show right?

That's what I thought!

We do pick up some rather clever sign's however.  MARLEY WILL BE WORM
FOOD / HAYES IS SEXY TITLELESS / VASQUEZ FEARS DETSON / FOLEY IS A
JACK-O / and DETSON = GREAT LEADERSHIP. There are many more, but the
sound of fireworks interrupt the rapid-fire camera circling and it
shifts towards the fireworks.




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~~~ FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH ~~~~






~~~ FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM ~~~






~~~ FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH ~~~~







!!! BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM !!!






!!! BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM !!!





!!! BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM !!!






!!! BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM !!!







[MASSIVE WE LOVE FIRE WORKS LOOK AT US POP]




The fans are going nuts.  Finally the jammed packed arena get what
they have been waiting nearly a year to see.  RISE FROM THE ASHES II.
We cut back to ring side with Chip Lester and Fred Hoyle stand by.]

CL: WELCOME TO PHOENIX, ARIZONA HOME OF THE HOTTEST LEAGUE IN
PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING.  WE ARE ON PAY PER VIEW AND WE BRING YOU -


RISE




FROM




THE




ASHES !!!




[MONSTER POP!!!]


... Hello PVW die hards.  We are back on PPV and our anniversary show.
What a night we have scheduled ahead.  Tonight promises to be nothing
short of something wrestling fans will be talking about for years.
There is just so much to talk about, but I have no clue where to
start.

FH: How about as we went off the air just moments ago.

CL: We just received word as you all watched the opening video for
Rise From the Ashes II that Tom Landis appears that he won't be able
to wrestle here tonight.

FH: Such a shame.

CL: That will put Perry Fontana in a great disadvantage in the highly
anticipated four-way match for the PVW Tag Team Titles.

FH: If anyone can do it ... It'll be Perry Fontana.  I mean with
Jack's guidance and the pure heart and determination of the heart-and-
soul of Everlasting Hell you can bet he will over come and prevail.

CL: He is going to have to dig down real deep, but I can't help but
think he had more to do with what went down then meet's the eye.

FH: You are always out to get Perry Fontana Chip.

CL: Speaking of title matches there are two others.  Gibson Hayes will
defend the PVW American Championship in a title versus career cage
match!

FH: It's almost a win-win for Gibson Hayes Chip.  If Gibson wins we
send Donkerhardt back to the Netherlands where he belongs.

CL: And if he loses?

FH: We don't think those type of far-fetched things when it comes to
Gibson Hayes Chip.

CL: Before we get to the World Championship - HvD's career isn't the
only career on the line.

FH: That's right Doc Holliday already has his bags packed and ready to
take the first train out of Arizona!  The home town boy will be forced
to leave PVW in front of his home town fans.  How much better does
that get?

CL: And if Alex Martinez loses?

FH: There you go with those far-fetched idea's again of yours!

CL: Two legends ... Only one spot inside the PVW when things are said
and done.  Either way when we go off the air tonight either Alex
Martinez or Doc Holliday will be leaving the PVW.  Plus in our Main
Event under Buried Alive rules we have Rick Marley attempting to do
what no man has done yet.  Defeat PVW World Champion Rob Cole on a
PPV.

FH: Marley has been wrestling his whole career for this one moment
Chip.  You can bet you will see the greatest Rick Marley you have
_ever_ seen.

CL: I have no doubt that you are right Chip.  Rise From the Ashes ...
PVW PPV brings out the best in you.  And tonight Marley is on the
biggest stage of his 12 year career.

FH: It has all the making's for wrestling's greatest night _ever_.

CL: That it does Fred.  I just think we mean it in two totally
different ways.  Before we get going here I am getting a call through
my headset from Dean Hayes.

FH: What does Dean what now?

[We are backstage with "Swingin'" Dean Hayes holding a microphone in
one hand and a piece of paper in the other.]

DH:  Gentlemen, I have just been handed this letter from the Desk of
Johnny Detson...

[A loud interrupting cough can be heard off camera.]

DH:  (mumbling) President and CEO of PVW...

[Hayes looks to his left and then continues.]

DH:  It reads:  "Dear fans and wrestlers of the PVW, I personally want
to take the time out of my busy schedule, as President and CEO, to
address all of you before we put on our big show!"

DH:  "As you know, this little company has transformed itself from the
decrepit, wasteful being that nearly killed it into the beautiful
picture of fiscal responsibility you see today.  Some would like to
say that is due to me, Johnny Detson, President and CEO, but this
isn't about all the great things I've done.  No, it's about you, all
the diehard fans out there that sent in your petitions and letters.
All the wrestlers out there who stuck with us, believing in a better
tomorrow.  But it's true that some of us, like Caleb Foley, did not
believe.  Some of us, like Caleb Foley, left for greener pastures.
Some of us, like Caleb Foley, are selfish and only care about their
own self-interests rather than the greater good of the product and the
Company.

But not me, as President and CEO, I believe in all of you.  I believe
in the PVW that, as President and CEO, I helped create and carry on.
It is your spirit and belief that made this all possible and for that
I, as President and CEO, thank you.

So in this, our initial PPV after our glorious Rebirth, I want to wish
all of you employees of the PVW continued success and fortune.  To the
many participants that go out there tonight remember it's for the fans
and me, President and CEO, that you perform for tonight.  And whether
you are a veteran of the sport or perhaps performing before a moderate
crowd for the first time tonight remember to give it your all and in
the end you will be better for it.

Also remember, that in every contest, just like life there are winners
and there are Caleb Foleys.  You may know these types by their more
common term of losers.  The types that always reach the top just to
fall flat on their face.  The type that have all the excuses in the
book on why they can never pull out the victory.  The type that always
try, but never achieve.  Unfortunately, there is always going to be
Caleb Foleys in every match, I just implore you, as President and CEO,
to not be Caleb Foley.

Because while you may be a loser tonight, you do not have to let it
define your career like Caleb Foley does.  You want to go out there
the very next time and prove you can win, like Caleb Foley hasn't.
You have dreams and aspirations of becoming a champion just like
everyone else does.  Just don't be like Caleb Foley and never
accomplish this goal.  Don't be a failure, don't be Caleb Foley.

And to all the fans out there tonight, I, as President and CEO, have
read your letters and I have seen your pleas.  Fear not, for tonight I
will once and for all dispatch the myth that Caleb Foley is the face
of this beautiful incarnation of the PVW that I, as President and CEO
helped create.  I will prove once and for all, that the old,
disgusting, unentertaining PVW is put to rest and that this new,
efficient, and overall entertaining PVW is what's standing.  For this
is not merely some battle of good versus evil or light versus dark.
No, this is a battle for all of your collective entertainment
intelligence!  For too long did you all suffer the insufferable, for
too long were you denied what should have been provided, for too long
did you watch the unwatchable!  Well I say no more!  I, Johnny Detson,
President and CEO, make it my vow to make sure my average to low
intelligent fan based never have to suffer through the entertainment
ignorance you did the last time!  I am not a Caleb Foley; I am a
winner!  And tonight, a brighter person THAN all of you makes a
brighter tomorrow FOR all of you!  Thank you and enjoy, as Johnny
Detson, President and CEO, proudly presents to you... Rise From the
Ashes II!"

[Dean Hayes looks up from reading the letter and then shrugs as we cut
back to the announcers.]

FH: What a pep-talk by our CEO.

CL: So that's what those "odd" signs in support of Johnny Detson were.
Planted.

FH: I think not!  It's a new era Chip ... The Johnny Detson era!

CL: We have nothing if not respect and Johnny Detson doesn't respect
the foundation PVW was built on.

FH: He doesn't have to.  He is the BOSS!

CL: I realize that Detson has claimed as much.  However from every pay
stub that I have received it was signed by Dex Willingham.

FH: And Dex is a good employee of Johnny Detson.

CL: Folks let me thank you again for rejoining us in twenty-eleven.
PVW has had it's high's-and-low's.  However there isn't a better way
to start a year off then right here at Rise From the Ashes TWO!

FH: That I will agree with you my friend.  Three title matches left
... A legends war ... Meatgrinder ...

CL: Respect Match ... A battle of good versus evil ... Former
champions square off ... And we can't forget there is pride, titles,
and career's on the line tonight!

FH: You won't see an event like this anywhere else except right here
in Phoenix.  As much as I hate this damn town ... It is our home.

CL: And here we are ... It's time for our first match here tonight!

FH: Let's get this grand night going.  Nothing is going to ruin this
night for me!

[The Voice stands in the center of the ring as the rabid Phoenix fans
give him a POP!]

HD: Introducing first ... From Chicago, Illinois... Standing at six
foot eleven, and weighing in at three hundred pounds...

[The silhouette of a man appears atop the ramp, and since it looks
exactly like the kind of silhouette a seven footer would have, the
crowd's cheers grow louder.]

HD: Here is ...

SINISTER!!!

[Sinister stomps towards the ring while the fans go NUTS!]

CL: The Chi-Town Beast has a look of intensity and determination
here tonight! He no doubt can't wait to rid himself of the pest
that has plagued his life this past year!

FH: Pest?! This minion of the red horned one...

CL: WOAH! Fred, are you really saying Sinister works for the...

FH: He's just like any and all addicts Chip! He wants to rid himself
of those who want to help him get out of his addiction. All this
brute wants is to swim in a pool of evil like the Dark One commands
him to...

CL: What the.. What is with the Devil talk?!

FH: How can we not mention he of sulfur and pitchfork when discussing
this Evil addict, Chip?!

CL: Folks, I apologize for my broadcast colleague..

FH: Don't you start that Chip or I'll out you for YOUR addictions!

CL: Wh-what?! I don't have any addictions!

FH: Marble Slab Creamery. In the middle of WINTER! How is this not
addiction?

CL: It's ice cream! It doesn't melt in the winter time, you can savor
the creamy goodness and..

FH: That is just one to be exposed of many tonight!

CL: ...

[Sinister paces in the ring, waiting like a caged tiger when suddenly
the lights go down again, and someone steps from the back. It is...
a trumpeter? The trumpeter blasts a bombastic little fanfare on his
trumpet, and a banner unfurls from the top of the entranceway.  It
reads: WELCOME YOUR SUPREME CHAMPION!!!!!!! And yes, it does have
seven exclamation points.]

FH: OHMYGOD Our Supreme Champion!

CL: Speaking of addictions and devils...

HD: His opponent ... From S...

???:  I'll handle this.

[From the back, out steps... someone who isn't Danny Daniels.  It's a
familiar face from TV, a blonde-haired man with a faux hawk and
wearing a headset/microphone combination.  He continues speaking.]

VS:  This is Vince, pitchman for outstanding products like the Shamwow
and the Chopper.  You loved my nuts, and now you're going to love this
wrestler.  He's not just a wrestler, not just a champion, he's the
Supreme Champion- you can't get any better than that.  He's strong,
he's a technical wizard, he's quick- and he's sudden.  He's teamed up
with the Germans, and you know they only team with the best.  You
watch him wrestle, and you'll be going, "Wow- this guy's good."  He's
certainly going to beat Sinister or Sinestro or Severous Snape or
whatever the other guy calls himself.  Watching him wrestle will make
this Pay Per View better... it'll make your LIFE better.

CL: I can't believe we have to waste time with this!

FH: What better way to USE, not waste, your time Chip, he of many
addictions, than basking in the Glories and Gospel of our hero!

[Sinister lets out a long angry sigh in the ring listening to Vince,
the Shamwow guy, continue.]

VS:  So, he hails from San Francisco, California.  Weighing in at two
hundred and six...

[Vince's entrance is interrupted as Sinister, who apparently can take
no more of this, charges down the aisle, Sending Vince leaping back
into a seated position as an angry Chi-Town Beast motions with his
fist at the product pusher. Vince scrambles to his feet and tries to
fumble about as fast as he can to get away from the big man and runs
right into the arms of a man so nice they named him twice, DANNY
DANIELS!]

D'YH'D: It's alright Verne..

VS: Verne?!

D'YH'D: You get out of here. I won't let Sinestro's evil lay it's
hands on you and corrupt you! My apologies Verne..

VS: Vince! It's Vince!

D'YH'D: I tried to change his evil ways but I failed and that is why
he is attempting to harm you. Now there is only one thing that can be
done.. GO LAD!

[Vince shrugs and runs away to the back while Daniels stares at
Sinister, both on the entrance ramp, and Daniels nods his head.]

FH: Isn't this beautiful Chip?

CL: Huh? What are you talking about?!

FH: Can't you see?! The poetry in this moment! Daniels, the knight and
hero for all of mankind's souls standing up to the Devil's pawn to
spread destruction and evil everywhere!

CL: I don't think the big man from Chicago is seeing anything but
revenge
because he's stomping towards 'YOUR Hero"!

[As Sinister stomps towards Daniels, the man who proclaims 'TOODLES'
shakes his finger at his opponent.]

D'YH'D: EVIL Sinestro, I am going to turn you to Good the HARD way if
I have t-

[Sinister DECKS Daniels with a HUGE right hand that sends the crowd ON
THEIR FEET SCREAMING AND CHEERING LIKE MAD CRAZY!]

CL: I think the time for talk is over and the time for revenge is here
for Big Sin!

FH: Oh, he's a big sinner, you got that part right Chip!

CL: That is not what I meant!

FH: Sure, like you didn't mean it when you were eating that Snickers
bar and told everyone close by you were addicted to them?

CL: That... I was just.. It's just an expression!

FH: We'll be exposing Chip's addictions and vices all night folks!

[Daniels scrambles to his feet and stumbles around until the Chi-Town
Beast grabs ahold of him and begins dragging him towards the ring! The
crowd LOVING IT! Sinister picks up speed as he gets near the ring and
then he TOSSES Daniels up in the air, through the ropes and into the
ring! The big man scrambles in the ring and motions at referee Duke
Martin. Martin looks at both men in the ring and motions for the
bell!]



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Phoenix, Arizona - 52nd Street Armory
PVW - RISE FROM THE ASHES II - ONE ON ONE GRUDGE MATCH
Danny Daninels v. Sinister

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*DING*DING*DING*


CL: THIS MATCH IS OFFICIALLY UNDERWAY!

FH: Good GAWD, Chip! Make it any more obvious who is writing..

CL: KAYFABE! Don't break the 4th wall!

FH: What are you talking about?! I was talking about Fitzgerald the
guy who feeds us lines in our headphones!

CL: Oh.. Wait! THAT'S STILL BREAKING..?!

[The man so nice they named him twice, scrambles to his feet and
Sinister charges forward with a swinging right hand but Daniels ducks
the blow, quick go behind the big man and..]


*SMACK*


[A kick to the back of Sinister's knee! Daniels leans on the ropes and
flashes a big smile.]

D'YH'D: That will teach EVIL! He shall learn what happens to those who
turn on their brothers and sisters in Goodness!

CL: I can't wait till Daniels turns around!

[Indeed, watching Daniels go on from behind is the still standing and
undamaged Sinister. He shakes his head at his opponent. Daniels turns
around and his smile disappears faster than the Choof's pies at a
Thanksgiving Dinner!]

CL: Daniels is SHOCKED to see the big man is fine!

FH: What's going on here, Chip? Is Sinister wearing an evil plate of
iron on his leg now?!

[Daniels is in disbelief that Sinister is still standing. He looks
down at his own leg with a look of total confusion.]

D'YH'D: How could I have missed?! I HAD to have missed because a kick
would surely crumple his EVIL knee into dust.. IT'S PROVEN SCIENCE!

[Daniels shakes his head and charges towards his larger opponent and
nails a kick to the knee.. Which draws a shake of the head from
Sinister and BIG CHEERS from the crowd!]

CL: I think Daniels is learning that Sinister's knee is now 100
percent!

FH: 100 percent evil? Yes, it is. But I think Daniels must have missed
his kick somehow!

CL: Fred, we just saw him nail that kick!

FH: Then why isn't that minion of Lucifer on the ground?!

[Daniels, much like Hoyle, seems in utter disbelief that the big man
is not writhing on the ground holding his knee. Again Daniels looks
down at his own leg and waves his hands in the air in frustration.]

D'YH'D: What's wrong trusted foot of virtue?! Don't let Sinestro's
EVIL fool you into thinking you'll burn! Quit missing!

CL: Daniels and you are in complete denial Hoyle!

[Daniels stomps his foot, pumps his fist and charges at Sinister but
the Chi-Town Beast grabs the "Supreme Champion" and tosses him into a
corner! Sin goes for a big palm strike in the corner but Daniels ducks
and a quick go behind the big man he leaps up and hits a leaping kick
to the back of Sinister's knee and.. The big man does not fall!]


[BIG POP]


[Daniels is in complete shock! Sinister turns around with a smile and
SLAPS his leg! Daniels looks at the big man's leg, then up at his
smiling face, then down at the leg, and then a look of UTTER HORROR
comes over Daniels face!]

CL: I think YOUR Hero, Fred, is realizing that Sin's leg is now 100
percent!

FH: This must be some kind of trick! He must have been faking his knee
injuries all this time! He's a con-man! A snake charmer!

CL: Please, Fred!

FH: What? He's EVIL, Chip! EVIL!

[Sin nods his head, smiling all the while, as he knows that Daniels
knows that the leg is now 100 percent! Daniels seems to tremble a bit
in fear and then.. HE PITCHES FORWARD TO THE GROUND! As if he had been
struck from behind!]

CL: What the..?!

FH: *GASP* Oh my God!

[Sin's face turns to confusion and he looks at referee Duke Martin who
seems confused as well. They're confusion is doubled as Daniels begins
flopping and bouncing around as if he is being stomped on by some
invisible, unseen opponent!]

FH: I can't believe the NERVE!

CL: I agree with you for once, Fred. This is an unbelievably
unprofessional conduct by Danny Daniels here!

FH: WHAT? WHAT? WHAT?! Daniels?! Are you blind to what is happening
here?!

[Sinister asks Martin what is going on and the referee just shrugs.
Meanwhile Daniels rolls to the ropes and begins grabbing at his throat
and GASPING!]

D'YH'D: *ACK* Ch-Cho.. *ACK*

[Daniels arms flail around as if he is being choked near the ropes by
some ghost or phantom being! His legs kick around and Sinister throws
his hands up in the air over the display.]

CL: What a bizarre tantrum Daniels is throwing!

FH: Tantrum?! The man is being assaulted in there!

CL: WHAT?!

D'YH'D: *ACK* *GASP* Jack.. *ACK* Choking *GASP* *ACK* Save.. *ACK*
Me.. *GASP*.. Griffin *ACK*

FH: I knew it!

CL: Have you been smoking crack, Fred?!

FH: Are you deaf as well as blind, Chip?!

[Daniels rolls to the corner and gets in a fetal position and gasps
and pants. Duke Martin comes over and asks Daniels what is going on.]

CL: Referee Duke Martin is going to put a stop to this shameless act..

FH: Act?! The man is fighting for his life in there!

CL: Seriously, Fred, have you been on the crack?

FH: I'll CRACK you!

[Daniels rubs his throat and points at the space next to Sinister, yes
the empty space next to Sinister, and..]

D'YH'D: Ar-are you blind, man?! Didn't you see? That poor lost soul,
Jack Griffin, he's attacking me on orders from... HIM!

[Daniels now points straight at Sinister, who shakes his head and
begins chuckling.]

CL: Oh.. Come on!

FH: Come on?!

CL: Not the Jack Griffin act again!

FH: ACT?! That BASTARD, Griffin, is trying to take out Daniels for
Sinister!

[Suddenly Daniels begins flailing as if the attack is resuming! Martin
jumps back, startled by the display. Sinister shakes his head and then
stomps over to the corner and appears to grab some invisible person!
He struggles to pull the phantom grappler from the corner then he
seems to lift the invisible man in a Gorilla Press, walks to the ropes
and TOSSES, or appears to, THE INVISIBLE ATTACKER OUT OF THE RING!]


[BIG POP]


CL: Well, I guess he took care of "Jack Griffin".

FH: Wha.. Wha.. He can't...

[Sinister dusts his hands off and motions to Daniels.]

S: Jack Griffin is GONE! We can fight now!


[HUGE POP]


[The man so nice they named him twice, looks with fear and shock at
Sinister, then at the direction that "Griffin" was tossed, and then
back at Sinister, and then wild eyed at referee Duke Martin! Daniels
pops up to his feet and points a finger at the referee.]

D'YH'D: What EVIL shennanigans are going on here, lad?! Why didn't
you disqualify SINESTRO for having that poor lost soul, Jack Grffin,
attack me?!

CL: I don't think Duke Martin is going to take this!


[REF POP]


[Indeed, Martin tells Daniels to stop playing and fight! Daniels
looks at Duke Martin, then at the Chi-Town Beast, and then "Your
Hero" begins to shake his fists.]

D'YH'D: I see! It's all so clear now! This is the biggest battle
in the history of the war of good versus evil, EVER! One solitary
good knight taking on EVIL SINESTRO and his corrupt minion referee!

[Everyone jumps back though, as Daniels unleashes a WAR CRY of sorts,
an almost primal scream, and then charges at Sinister who calmly
catches Daniels face with his hand!]


[HUGE POP]


[Daniels flails around while the Chi-Town Beast shakes his head.
Sinister rears back and FLOORS Daniels with a big right hand! Daniels
scrambles to his feet, reeling a bit from the effects of the punch,
and right into Sinister's arms as the big man scoops him up with ease
and SLAMS him down on the canvas!]

CL: Sinister is seeing through Daniels' games tonight and running
wild!

FH: If by running wild you mean using EVIL to try and conquer mankind
for his dark lord, then I agree!

CL: Whatever, Fred. Look at Daniels! Some "hero" he is! Trying to
escape like a coward!

FH: There's not a cowardly bone in that man's body!

[Daniels tries to roll under the ropes to get out of the ring but
Sinister grabs the "Supreme Champions" foot and pulls him away from
the ropes! Daniels claws at the canvas as he's dragged away, trying
desperately to claw his way to escape but there is no escape as the
big man from Chicago yanks Daniels to his feet, rears back, and sends
"Your Hero" back down with a BIG head butt!]

CL: Daniels is not going to be able to escape today, Fred! The time
for Sin's revenge is here!

FH: You sound just like an evil minion of sulfur and pitch forks,
Chip! Maybe that's why you are addicted to Red Hots..

CL: What? That's a harmless candy!

FH: HARMLESS?! Eating more than three of those things can kill a
normal person Chip! I've seen you go through whole boxes!

CL: Eating a box of candy is not an addiction, Fred.

FH: You don't just eat a box every blue moon.. You have some in your
pockets right now, no?

CL: Ah.. M-maybe..

FH: Shameless, dirty secrets about Chip Lester, all night folks!

[Daniels holds his head and mumbles something about how powerful the
evil has returned in Sinestro. Sinister motions for his opponent to
bring it on! Daniels grabs the ropes and pulls himself to his feet,
then he shakes his head and then he stops for a moment then he sticks
his hand up towards the Chi-Town Beast!]

CL: Now he's pleading? I thought you said there was no cowardice in
this man!

FH: How do you know he's not pleading for peace around the world?

D'YH'D: Sinestro, listen.. Listen to me, lad! It's not too late! There
is still time for you to turn away from EVIL and come under the forces
of good with my tutelage!

[Sinister shakes his head, grabs Daniels by his hand and yanks the
"Supreme Champion" to him, slaps on a front facelock, and yanks
Daniels up in the air!]


[BIG POP]


CL: The big man has Daniels up there like a rag doll!

FH: He's trying to suck Daniels powers of Good out by holding him
upside down! I think that's grounds to get the cops to shoot Sin,
isn't it?!

[Sinister begins walking around the ring while holding Daniels upside
down in the air all the while. The crowd is LOSING IT going CRAZY for
this! After making a full lap around the ring Sinister comes to the
middle of the ring and finally falls back, completing the Delayed
Vertical Suplex!]


[BIG POP]


[Daniels holds his back and rolls around. Sinister sits up and smiles
while nodding his head, apparently enjoying Daniels display of pain.]

FH: What a SADISTIC subhuman demon this Sinister is!

CL: Good GOD, Fred! You're calling a man 'subhuman'!!

FH: How else would any good, honest member of mankind refer to the
soldiers of Justin Bieber!

CL: Justin Bieber?!

FH: Isn't he the devil?

[Daniels looks up at Sinister and shakes his head.]

D'YH'D: All th-the training we did.. All of it wasted!

[Sin shakes his head and then says he'll show Daniels training. The
big man yanks Daniels up and throws him into a corner. Then Sinister
nails a kick to the right knee, then the left, then the midsection,
and then the forehead, all while standing on one leg! A half-circle
motion as he brings his leg down completes the Chamber Kick of Agony
which causes..]


[SUPER DUPER HUGE POP]


[Daniels stumbles out of the corner, raises a finger then falls to the
canvas face first!]


[BIGGER SUPER DUPER HUGE POP FULL OF CORN VEGGIES AND GOODNESS]


[Daniels gasps for air as he claws his way towards the ropes but
Sinister steps on Daniels back and shakes his head.]

FH: Look at this!

CL: He's preventing Daniels from escaping!

FH: You, who has an addiction to The Santa Claw website, are condoning
the symbolic gesture of EVIL holding it's foot down on the paragon of
Good?!

CL: I am not addicted to The Santa Claw!

FH: Have you been able to play yet?

CL: The closest I've gotten was being 235th in line!

FH: You're addicted to waiting in a virtual line. For shame.

[Daniels flails his arms around, as if trying to SWIM away from
Sinister through air! Duke Martin gets on Sinister's case about
holding Daniels down with a foot to the back and the big man from
Chicago reaches down and yanks Daniels to his feet. The man so nice
they named him twice surprises Sin though by popping to his feet
holding up his hands and asking for Sinister to wait!]

CL: What is this? More stalling from Daniels?

FH: He's appealing for calm and peace, Chip!

[Daniels catches his breath while Sinister, slightly annoyed, waits to
see whatever it is Daniels has up his sleeve. Daniels sighs and then
holds out a hand as if for a handshake!]

D'YH'D: Th.. Thank you, Sinestro.

[Daniels pushes his hand forward to Sinister.]

D'YH'D: Thank you for stopping Jack Griffin, that poor soul, from
attempting my murder.

CL: Oh please!

FH: Now you have problem with thanking people and showing gratitude?!

[Sinister looks at his opponent as if he is completely out of his mind
and yet Daniels continues to push his handshake gesture towards
Sinister while nodding his head repeatedly. Sin sighs then nods and
takes the handshake..]

CL: Wow, didn't expect that!

FH: Me neither!

[But then Daniels face contorts in pain and he begins flailing and
running in place because Sinister is SQUEEZING THE HECK OUT OF HIS
HAND!]


[HUGE GAMERA FIRE BALL POP]


FH: Sinister can't even be THANKED properly! What an ungrateful elite
marine for the red skinned one!

CL: I'm sure Sinister is going to love all your comments when he sees
the replay of this show!

FH: Quiet you!

[Sinister laughs at Daniels display but then the "Supreme Champion"
rakes the big man's face and Sin grabs his face and staggers back.]

FH: Ha! Not so funny now huh?!

[Daniels shakes his hands, mumbles about how much evil burns his skin,
then goes to hit a right hand on his opponent but the Chi-Town Beast
blocks the punch! Sinister rubs his face and shakes his head angrily
at Daniels, who looks at Sin with a wide eyed panick! Sinister scoops
up Daniels, who flails around, then spins around for several rotations
and then jumps up and slams Daniels down as lands for extra momentum
on the slam!]


[BIG POP]


CL: What a spinning slam by Sinister!

FH: It was a very evil slam for certain!

D'YH'D: OW OW OW OW OW!

[Daniels holds his back and rolls around but it's short lived as
Sinister yanks him up to his feet and whips him into a corner. The big
man from Chicago charges into the corner but Daniels moves out of the
way! Sin stops himself before crashing into the corner, but Daniels
takes the opportunity to point across the ring and..]

D'YH'D: LEAVE ME ALONE POOR LOST SOUL EVIL SINESTRO ASSASSIN, JACK
GRIFFIN!

CL: What the..?

[Duke Martin spins around to see what Daniels is pointing to, giving
Daniels enough distraction that when Sinister turns out of the corner
Daniels can KICK HIM IN THE GROIN undetected!]


[HUGE MALE SYMPATHY PAIN OWWWW]


CL: What a cheap trick!

FH: What are you talking about? He kicked his knee, FINALLY! I knew it
was just misses before!

[Sinister drops to the canvas holding his groin in obvious pain.
Daniels drops down in a seated position and leans ontop of Sinister as
if he was a chair, to cover up that Sin is lying on his side holding
his groin.]

CL: What a sneaky little rat this Daniels is!

FH: Sneaky?! There is not a sneaky bone in his virtuous body!

[Duke Martin looks around and asks Daniels what all the stuff was
about a second ago. Daniels shakes his head and mumbles something
about the power of good scared Griffin off.]


[LOUD BOOS]


CL: Duke Martin missed the whole thing due to that cheap ruse by
Daniels!

FH: Really, Chip, it doesn't take much for Martin to miss anything at
all.

[Daniels gets to his feet, stretches, then looks down at his opponent
and shakes his head.]

D'YH'D: Do you see now, EVIL SINESTRO, where evil gets you?


[BOOS]


[Daniels then hits a knee drop on Sinister's head and begins grinding
the knee against Sin's face! Duke Martin puts a count on Daniels.]

CL: This is outrageous behavior by Daniels!

FH: Wait, there could be some explanation you don't know about!

D'YH'D: It hurts me to have to do this to you, who was once like my
son, but it has to be done.. FOR THE GOOD OF MANKIND!

FH: See?!

CL: Unbelievable.

[Daniels stops the knee grind and gets to his feet and then begins
stomping away at the Chi-Town Beast.]

D'YH'D: How could you turn your back on the forces of good! HOW?!

[Then Daniels abruptly stops stomping and drops a knee on Sin's throat
and begins choking him with his knee! Martin warns Daniels but 'Your
Hero' is lost in dialogue..]

D'YH'D: Foolish, Evil Sinestro, you not only hurt all the good people
in the world when you turned your back on all we did.. You hurt MY
feelings!

CL: Come on! Duke Martin now putting a count on Daniels!

D'YH'D: How could you turn your back on all the work we did to
rehabilitate you from Evil? HOW COULD YOU?! MONSTER!

[Daniels breaks off the choking and Martin reprimands the man so nice
they named him twice. Daniels narrows his eyes at the referee.]

D'YH'D: YOU have no place to reprimand anyone since you, Dirk
Martinez, chose to ignore the violent attacks by that poor lost soul,
Jack Griffin!

[Daniels gets to his feet, reaches down and pulls Sinister up to his
feet. A swift boot to the midsection doubles the big man from Chicago
over and Daniels pumps a fist into the air.]

D'YH'D: I can NOT forgive you for turning your back on all the times
we had together!

CL: What is this fool going on about?

FH: You think worrying about the well being of people's souls is
foolish? For shame Chip!

[Daniels runs off the ropes and charges towards Sinister..]

D'YH'D: THIS IS FOR OUR TWELVE STEP GROUP!

[Then Daniels hits a Running Kneelift sending the big man to the
canvas!]


[BIG BOOS]


CL: We seem to have the ring mic'd very loud tonight!

FH: I know, it's great! We're getting to hear so much of Danny's words
of wisdom!

[Daniels looks down at his opponent but his face now looks kind of
sad. Emotional even!]

D'YH'D: Remember the name I gave you for anonymity?

[Daniels nods his head sadly.]

D'YH'D: Piddles.

CL: What is this?!

FH: What? You've never seen human emotion before?

[Daniels looks choked up but then he shakes his head.]

D'YH'D: I called you Piddles to bring you help through our Twelve Step
Group and you.. You go and blow your nose an ALL of it!


[LOUD BOOS]


CL: Come on!

[Daniels drops down and begins raining punches down on Sinister. Wild,
emotion filled punches! Duke Martin puts a count on the "Supreme
Champion".]

D'YH'D: COOKIES AND PUNCH, PIDDLES! YOU TURNED YOUR BACK ON COOKIES
AND PUNCH IN THE NAME OF REHABILITATING EVIL?! MONSTER!

[Duke Martin warns Daniels, who narrows his eyes at the referee.]

FH: You tell him!

CL: Please, Fred!

FH: Tell him how it's for the good of all mankind!

CL: I don't think anyone is buying it, Fred!


[LOUD BOOS]


CL: Definitely not the crowd!

FH: What do these ham n' eggers know?

[Daniels gets to his feet and yet again, his expression seems to
change to one of sad emotions!]

D'YH'D: What about when we battled the Fonids Twins? Do you remember
Evil Sinestro? I introduced you to the world as the son I never had...
GOOD SINESTRO!


[HUGE BOOS]


CL: Oh God..

FH: Have some respect for his pain, Chip!

[Daniels holds his face and appears to be crying but then abruptly he
drops down and grabs the big man from Chicago and rears back his head
and hits a head butt on the downed Sinister.]

D'YH'D: THAT IS FOR KICKING TOM FONDIS IN THE HEAD FOR YOU!


[LOUD BOOS]


[Sinister grabs his head and rolls onto his stomach while Daniels gets
to his feet and points down at the big man, yet again.]

D'YH'D: THIS IS FOR TIM DUNN FASHION WISDOM!

[Daniels leaps up into the air and then comes down hitting an elbow
drop across the upper back of Sin. Daniels rolls to his knees and his
fists TREMBLE with emotion!]

CL: I think Daniels may be legitimately in need of some mental help..

FH: Oh, I see! So anyone who stands up for what is right is insane
to you?!

[Daniels gets to his feet and pulls the big man up, then he puts a
front facelock on his opponent.]

D'YH'D: THIS IS FOR THOSE NUNS WE HELPED OUT AT THE SALVATION ARMY!

[Daniels then grabs Sinister, grunts, and.. Yanks the big man into the
air and.. Hits a Vertical Suplex!]

FH: Wow! Did you see the power of Good in that suplex, Chip?!

CL: Yes, that was impressive, Fred.

FH: Ha! I bet it burns you to admit that, like the burn of your
addiction to Ultraman!

CL: Wh-what?!

FH: You try to hide those DVD's and action figures in your office but
we've all seen them, Chip!

CL: I.. It's.. It's a cool show!

[Daniels catches his breath then gets to his feet and gives a stern
look down at his opponent. Then he turns to the corner and begins
climbing. Daniels gets to the 2nd turnbuckle and turns around, points
at Sin and then..]

D'YH'D: THIS IS FOR-

[Daniels stops in mid proclamation and shakes his head.]

FH: What happened?

CL: .. You're asking me?!

[Daniels turns around and begins climbing again, now to the top
turnbuckle!]

FH: Oh no! Don't do it Danny!

[Legs shaking, balance uncertain, Daniels positions himself on the top
turnbuckle and he turns to face the downed Sinister and he lifts a
fist up into the air.]

D'YH'D: AND THIS IS FOR POOR JACK GRIFFIN!

FH: My GOD! What an amazingly generous and kind hearted soul Danny
Daniels is!

CL: What are you going on about?!

FH: After all the attacks that BASTARD, Jack Griffin, did tonight,
Daniels STILL has the love of humankind to make a dedication to the
man!

[Daniels closes his eyes, savoring the emotion of the moment, and then
he leaps off... INTO THE ARMS OF THE CHI-TOWN BEAST WHO POPS UP TO HIS
FEET!]


[MASSIVE NUCLEAR GODZILLA DANCES WITH DEBBIE HARRY POP]


CL: SINISTER CAUGHT HIM!

FH: I knew it was a bad idea!

[Daniels shakes his head and flails around in a panick. Sinister
shakes his head angrily and then...]


[GIGANTIC POP]


CL: SPINNING SPINEBUSTER!

FH: That was MASSIVE! For evil that is.

D'YH'D: OW OW OW OW OW OW OWIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

[Daniels rolls around holding his back! The crowd is LOSING IT, and
the big man from Chicago gets to his feet and shakes his fists. Then
he points down at Daniels!]

S: THIS IS FOR DRESSING ME UP IN THAT RIDICULOUS WIG AND OUTFIT!

[HAMTARO ON STEROIDS MASSIVE POP]

[Sinister yanks Daniels up, hooks him and THROWS HIM ACROSS THE RING
IN A HUGE EXPLODER T-BONE SUPLEX!]

CL: WOAH! He threw the man across the ring like nothing!

FH: Look how strong his evil is!

CL: Sinister is giving Daniels a dose of his dedications now!

[Daniels rolls around, writhing in pain, while Sinister nods his head
and looks out at the crowd who ARE GOING NUTS! Daniels struggles to
his feet, stumbling around, and Sinister circles behind his groggy
opponent.]

CL: I know what's coming up!

FH: Look out Danny! EVIL IS ATTACKING!

[Sinister rears back and hits a STIFF Double-Palm strike to the kidney
area of Daniels! The man so nice they named him twice HOWLS in pain as
he grabs his lower back in pain. Sin then rears back and hits a
SMACKINGLY STIFF Double-Palm strike to the ribs of the "Supreme
Champion"! Daniels doubles over, coughing from the blow to his ribs
and that's what Sin wants as he rears back and then..]


*SMACKKAKOWWWW*


[WOWZA POWZA WAM BAM EL GORDO SIZED POP]


CL: What an unbelievably STIFF palm strike to the back of the neck
sending Daniels down!

FH: It truly is the Five Palms of Malice.. Because he's EVIL!

[Sinister points down at his opponent.]

S: THAT WAS FOR MAKING ME SIT IN THAT RIDICULOUSLY SMALL CHILDREN'S
DESK!


[HUGE POP]


FH: What a copy cat!

[Daniels looks nearly out of it. Sinister points down at his opponent
and nods his head.]

S: And this.. THIS IS FOR EVERYTHING!


[GIGANTIC EARTH SHAKING POP]


[Sinister yanks Daniels up, grabs him a gutwrench and yanks him up
over his shoulder and sets up for...]

CL: CHI-TOWN MASSACRE! HE'S SETTING UP FOR IT!

FH: Why can't Jack Griffin make a face turn and SAVE Daniels?!!

[Daniels flails around and manages to struggle free and land behind
Sinister.]


[DEFLATION POP]


FH: Ha! He escaped!

[Sin spins around right into a poke of the eyes by Daniels! The big
man grabs his eyes and staggers back. Duke Martin gets on Daniels case
and Daniels rolls his eyes then points across the ring.]

D'YH'D: NOT AGAIN! STAY AWAY JACK GRIFFIN!

[Duke Martin turns to look and Daniels drops to his knees and prepares
to hit a low blow on Sinister.. But Duke Martin fakes and spins back
around to see Daniels on his knees!]


[BIG REF POP]


FH: Wh-what?!

CL: He's on his toes now!

FH: That buffoon is NEVER on his toes!

[Daniels notices Martin is starting at him and he pops up to his feet
and gets in Martin's face.]

D'YH'D: Why aren't you stopping Jack Griffin from attacking?!


[BOOS]


DM: STOP with the games and FIGHT!


[HUGE-A-MANIA REF POP]


CL: Martin isn't falling for ANYTHING now!

FH: This is a Vasquez-CL Cup-Detson type conspiracy here!

[Daniels shakes his head in disbelief and turns around right into the
recovered hand of Sinister who grabs 'Your Hero' by his throat!]


[ROBERT SMITH HAIR RAISING POP]


[Daniels flails around from Sin's grabs around his throat. Martin
pus a count on the big man but Sinister transitions quickly from a
throat grab to the gutwrench, yanks Daniels over his shoulder and into
Chi-Town Massacre Position again!]


[ANTICIPATION POP]


CL: The big man has Daniels in position again!

FH: YES! He's too close to the ropes! HA HA!

[Indeed Daniels wraps both of his feet around the top rope! Sin tries
to yank Daniels away from the ropes but Daniels holds on for Dear
Life! Sinister struggles with him, then shakes his head and steps
forward while releasing his hold on Daniels..]


[OWCHIE YES YES POP]


[And gravity does it's job as Daniels falls back of head first HARD
on the canvas!]

FH: No! That was TOO Evil!

CL: Give it up, Fred!

FH: NEVER!

[Daniels looks almost out of it and is moving his head side to side.]

D'YH'D: Wh-why won't.. S-someone do something.. Stop stop th-that poor
l-l-lost soul... Jack Griffin?

[Sinister chuckles then yanks Daniels up to his feet, where if not for
Sin's grip it looks like Daniels would fall right down. The Chi-Town
Beast nods his head at Daniels.]

S: Fine.. THIS IS FOR JACK GRIFFIN!


[HOLY MOLY RAVIOLI POP]


[Sinister snaps Daniels up into the air and into position and walks
to the middle of the ring and...]


[THROUGH THE ROOF NUCLEAR MISSILE SHOOT 'EM UP SHOOT 'EM UP SHOOT
'EM UP-UP MASSIVE SHUWATCH SPECIUM RAY SIZED POP]


CL: CHI-TOWN MASSACRE! CH-TOWN MASSACRE! HE HIT IT!

FH: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

[The crowd is LOSING THEIR MINDS with joy as Sinister covers Daniels.
Martin jumps down into position and makes the count..]





!!! ONE !!!






!!! TWO !!!





!!! THREE !!!





*DING DING DING*




[KISSES HUGS EMBRACES JUP TO THEIR FEET BLOW THE ROOF OFF THE PLACE
CELEBRATION OMEGA SUPREME APPROVES OF THIS GIGANTIC SIZED POP!!!!]



CL: He did it! Sinister has defeated Danny Daniels, once and for all!

FH: We have all lost! *sobs*

[Sinister jumps to his feet and pumps his fists into the air as the
crowd goes wild! Herk Douglas grabs the microphone.]

HD: The winner of this contest.. SINISTER!

["Schism" by Tool plays as Sinister has his arm raised by Duke Martin
and fans go WILD celebrating! Meanwhile a very out of it looking Danny
Daniels rolls out of the ring and slumps to the floor, very despondent
and depressed looking.]

FH: I hope all of you people are happy, Chip! You celebrate your new
evil lords while the last defense we had against them has had his soul
crushed!

[Daniels looks around, almost glassy eyed, at the fans celebrating and
shakes his head.]

D'YH'D: Evil has Truly won.. The world is lost to darkness!

[Daniels shakes his head but then his eyes go wide as he spots his
Supreme Championship Belt! Daniels stumbles over to it and grabs the
title belt and clutches it to his chest.]

D'YH'D: At least EVIL didn't get their all staining hands on the
Supreme Championship!

FH: He has a point, whatever else can be taken from this tragedy, the
Supreme Title is not in the hands of our new evil masters!

CL: Stop with the Devil talk already!

[Daniels watches Sinister celebrate and when the big man has his back
turned Daniels scrambles into the ring.]

CL: Oh wait.. Come on! What is this?!

FH: FOR THE FORCES OF GOOD!

[Daniels charges to hit Sin with the title belt.. But the big man
spins around and Daniels LEAPS BACKWARDS into a seated position and
rolls out of the rung and stumbles towards the back as fast as he
can.]

CL: That's what I thought. Finally it's all over! Sinister has finally
defeated Daniels and gotten him off his back!

FH: It's true. He is now 100 percent submersed into Evil.

[Sinister shakes his head as he watches Daniels run off but then
smiles and pumps a fist to the crowd who go nuts!]

FH: And this night started with such promise.

CL: I thought you said nothing would ruin this night for you.

FH: Well it hasn't been ruined yet.  Doc Holliday crying inside the
ring will make up for this.

CL: Congratulations to Sinister.  Danny Daniels put Sinister through
quite a bit.  And just like always Sinsiter dealt with it gracefully.
In the end _GOOD_ did prevail.

FH: You are in the conspiracy with Sinister, Jack Griffin, and Duke
Martin.  For shame Chip!

CL: I am getting word something is going on backstage.

FH: Perhaps Danny Daniels found that scumbag Jack Griffin!

[Cut to a hallway in the backstage area where we find Tommy Ryder
walking towards the locker room area. He turns a corner.]


*WAM!*


[He's nailed by a steel chair and immediately falls to the floor. The
camera pans down to focus on Ryder as a steel chair falls next to his
head. The camera zooms out to reveal "The Biz" Mike Bisignano standing
over Ryder's crumpled body. He looks right into the camera as he
speaks]

Biz: And _THAT_ is how you make an impact, folks!

[He clears some phlegm from his throat and spits on Ryder]

Biz: You pathetic little plebeian. No wonder you couldn't get the job
done against Larry Gionet tonight. Clearly you haven't improved since
the last time I set eyes on you.

[The Biz picks the chair up once more]

Biz: Maybe it's for the best that I just put you out of your misery
completely and rid this company of one less no-talented hack.

[The Biz raises the chair and is about to swing when a swarm of PVW
officials rush over to drag him away. He tries to fight back but the
numbers are too great. He utters one last statement as he is pulled
off-camera.]

Biz: I will have my way with you, Tommy Ryder. Sooner or later, it
will come to pass.

[And cut back to the announce team.]

CL: WOW! "The Biz" Mike Bisignano HERE in Phoenix Valley Wrestling.
What a shocker!

FH: Sure but what was that all about? What did The Biz mean when he
said "since the last time I set eyes on you"?

CL: Clearly The Biz has been scouting young Tommy Ryder. What for
exactly, we shall soon find out.

FH: Anyone who is knocking Ryder's teeth down his throat is good by
me.  And the Biz was right he should be absolutely ashamed of himself
for losing to Larry Gionet.  After all Gionet is now taking lessons
from Caleb Foley!

CL: Gionet and Ryder had a classic back-and-forth battle to close out
our Live Pre Show.  Tommy Ryder has _nothing_ to be ashamed about.  He
was very close to capturing the PVW TV Championship.  I have a feeling
the Biz was hand-selecting somebody to make an impact here tonight.

FH: And he just sent a message through Tommy Ryder.

CL: We have camera's everywhere backstage and Dean Hayes apparently
standing by once again.

[Scene: a generic interview backdrop with the PVW logo. In front of
this logo stands interview "Swinging" Dean Hayes. Next to him is
Herscher von Donkerhardt, wearing his brown trunks with black leather
lining on the inner thigh region.]

Dean Hayes: With me here is Herscher von Donkerhardt. Herscher you're
about to participate in a steel cage match. While cage matches are not
an everyday occurrence, career vs. title matches are even rarer.
Herscher, you can either walk out of that ring as the PVW American
champion or as someone who has wrestled their last match - out of this
sport for good. There must be a lot of thoughts going through your
mind.

HvD: Yes Dean, that would an understatement. I have a lot to think
about as I'm about to roll the dice and either win the American
championship or become a footnote in wrestling history; a what if
whose career ended before it began. I think about my career, what it
means to me, and what it has done for me. Wrestling has taken me out
of an undesirable existence, away from the hardships of the street and
a life that would probably end in me laying dead in an alley;
wrestling gave me a second chance at life. If I lose this match...
(Herscher's voice grows a bit hoarse) ...if I lose this match I lose
all that I have fought for. Should I lose tonight, Dean, I not only
lose my career, I let down all those who have helped me along the way.

[HvD clears his throat.]

HvD: But we cannot forget there is more than just my career on the
line. I also think about the title placed within my grasp: the PVW
American Championship. Specifically I think about what this title
represents: the United States of America. America has been held up to
all as the land of opportunity; a beacon of hope for all who need it.
People immigrated to this country to get a chance at a life that was
impossible to achieve in their countries of origin.

They came on boats to this land and were greeted by a large statue
that represented liberty. "Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled
masses yearning to breathe free," - an inscription on that very
statue's pedestal. For these people America meant hope, opportunity,
and a true chance for the good life. This is what America means to me,
another chance. America has given me the chance for a better life, the
life my father never had the chance to experience. This is the America
the rest of the world fell in love with and the one that I draw
inspiration from.

[HvD takes a deep breath, he seems uneasy.]

HvD: Then I look at the man holding that title. This man prides
himself on being American. He claims he is the only true American and
that he, and he alone, is its savior. What is it that Gibson Hayes is
saving this country from? The only thing I have seen is that Gibson
Hayes will do anything to keep a hold of his title. He grasps that
title like a drowning man would clutch a life preserver. He holds onto
that belt through underhanded tricks and blatant interference by an
entourage of thugs.

His opponents received everything but a fair chance at his title. I
see a man that is arrogant, conceited and has the gall to tell people
he is best citizen of the best country in the world; calling the rest
of world trash and telling them to stay out. He is the very definition
of an ugly American and he represents the America the rest of the
world has grown to hate: corrupt, belligerent and fully convinced that
their way is the only way.

[HvD clears his throat as tries to settle himself down.]

HvD: Gibson, I may not be an American, but I believe in what it stands
for and I believe I represent America, but not your America. I
represent the America of hope. You represent another America: one that
turns its eyes away from the suffering of others, including it own
citizens. An America where only the privileged few get to experience
the dreams of our ancestors. You are the America where liberty and
freedom are empty words. Men like you, Gibson, wrap themselves in the
flag trying to conceal the reality that they are nothing like the
people who founded this country and share none of their beliefs and
hopes they wished it to represent.

A man like you should not be in control of anything linked to or
symbolizing this country. Two men will enter that ring: one who could
lose a title and the other a career. Yet, there will be more than that
on display. Also in play are two differing visions of one country. One
vision of this country represents hope to others abroad. The other
represents the quashing of that hope in a gluttonous and self-
righteous haze. The title representing America is on the line... and
perhaps America's very soul is also at stake. We will see which dream
lives or dies tonight, Gibson. We will see which America lives. Now,
Dean, if you will excuse me, I must prepare for this match.

[A polite nod of the head from HvD before he somberly walks away from
the interview area.]

Dean Hayes: Titles, careers and dueling visions of America, it seems
everything is on the line tonight, back to you Chip and Fred!

[Cut back .. A figure appears atop the entryway, his shadow looming
behind a shroud of smoke. He emerges, standing smugly at the edge of
the ramp, arms crossed. Chase Williams regards the crowd with a
disgust he does not try in the slightest to hide as he takes the first
few steps down the ramp.]

##you a heathan that rely on the beast## ##I'm a demon at the fire
crucifyin' the priest## ##I shine over beats## ##a motherfuckin' beast
on the mic## ##I'm a lion out the jungle, raw meat what I like##

[Chase shadows a few punches as he ascends the rampway, focusing
solely on the ring. He reaches ringside and climbs the stairs,
stepping over the top rope. He circles the ring and finally turns
towards the entryway with a look that can only be described as utterly
hateful.

CL: Chase Williams defended the PVW Heavyweight Championship last Rise
From the Ashes.  He has quite a battle here tonight when he takes on
Chris Hartt.  Who ironically enough was defending a title of his own
on Rise From the Ashes I.

FH: The days of RJ Souza and Chris Hartt.

CL: Also the days of the Putter.  You make me miss Preston Winfield
sometimes.

FH: Hey if you want to call a _wrestling_ match with a Golf junky be
my guest.

The Voice: And his opponent... from Minneapolis Minnesota, weighing in
at two hundred and forty-five pounds. He is -


"The Paladin"... CHRIS... HARTT!!!!!


[RESPECT POP!!!]


['S.S.C./Stand or Fall' by Anthrax plays, as Chris makes his  way out
onto the stage. Red lights shine in a grand display, as Chris holds
his arms out to the sides, then walks to the ring, leaping onto the
apron, climbing in and mounting a turnbuckle, repeating the sign of
the  cross.]

FH: And now, at long last, the lessons will be learned and Chris Hartt
is finally going to have his trap wired shut while his body is put on
a slab!

CL: Or a chance for Chris Hartt to prove himself against the first
Champion... as well as an opportunity for Chase Williams to move back
up the roster for a shot at the gold! Williams with a size and weight
advantage, but you have to give the quickness to Hartt.

FH: I don't have to do a thing... the referee is calling for the bell
so we better not blink or we'll miss Hartt getting beat pillar to
post! HAH!

CL: This match has been dubbed the battle of former Champions.  At
Rise From the Ashes I both of these men were defending PVW gold. And
tonight will be a huge step for one man in regaining that status.

FH: Don't forget just two shows ago, Chase Williams was close to
defeating Rob Cole and regaining that PVW World Championship leading
into this match.  Heck this match right here was CLOSE to headlining
tonight.

CL: You are correct Fred.

FH: As I always am.



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Phoenix, Arizona - 52nd Street Armory
PVW - RISE FROM THE ASHES II - ONE ON ONE GRUDGE MATCH
Chris Hartt v. Chase Williams

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*DING*DING*DING*


CL: Hartt and Chase lock up hard, jockeying for position. Hartt takes
Chase over with an armdrag! Hartt follows up with an armbar, keeping
the bigger man grounded with sound techniques.

[Hartt drops and locks his legs around Chase's arm and shoulder,
turning it into a wristlock. Hartt lets it go, rolls up and stomps on
Chase's shoulder!]

FH: Well there's Mr. Clean And Virtuous for ya!

CL: Nothing wrong with working a target over, Fred... you've done it
yourself in your day. The Conceited One rolls to one knee, shaking
that shoulder loose with a look of contempt for Hartt. He motions for
another tie up... and there they go!

FH: And this is more like it... the Bastard just manhandles Hartt into
the ropes! Just shoving that forearm beneath the jaw for leverage...
and a huge chop! Another chop!


"___THWAAAP___"


"___THWAAAP___"


CL: Irish whip... into a reversal from Hartt!!!  SNAPPED ARMDRAG!!!!

FH: Another armbar?!?!!!

CL: Back to basics from Hartt on this match, targeting the shoulder
and just wearing it down with one armbar after another!

[Hartt drops a knee on Chase's shoulder! He quickly drops back onto
the ropes and bounces off with an elbow drop onto Chase's shoulder
again! Hartt drags Chase up to his feet and Irish whips him to the
corner.  Hartt follows in and leaps up, nailing Chase with a splash.]

CL: And Chase Williams has so far been unable to mount any sort of
momentum heading into this match...

FH: Or he's playing "rope-a-dope", but it doesn't make any difference
because the former champion is biding his time and he'll strike when
the iron is hot!

CL: Hartt with a standing arm wringer, forcing the big man out of the
corner and down to one knee. Consistent attack on the limb, total
focus from The Paladin tonight as he seeks to climb the ladder of
success here in the Phoenix Valley!

[Williams struggles against the pain... and then ducks, rolls, and
rises quickly in order to relieve the pressure on that armbar!]

FH: And a hard head-butt to the chest forces Hartt to release the
hold! And a hard knee doubles the young punk... Gut wrench into a
suplex! And the big man drives a knee to the side on Hartt for
emphasis!

CL: But those earlier attacks have taken their toll... the big man
stepping away, putting some distance between him and the Paladin as he
shakes that arm loose. Chase Williams does not want to have those
muscles tighten up on him.

FH: Says you... Hartt to his feet and WILLIAMS WITH THE LARIAT!!!!



"___THUUUUUUUUD___"



[HUGE lariat nearly takes off The Paladin's head, but Chase
immediately drops down to one knee and clutches at his elbow as his
face twists in pain. He shakes his head in denial and tries to shake
the tension from his arm, but the pain is obvious.]

CL: The Conceited Bastard is hurt... but he pulls Hartt to his feet
anyway, cinching the neck with a front chancery!  Up... and over!
Williams keeps him hooked... rolls him over and hauls him to his
feet... UP!!!! AND OVER AGAIN!!!! Williams taking a little longer to
pull Hartt to his feet again... up.... BRAINBUSTER!!!!



"___THUUUUUUUUUD___"



FH: And that's it... no more! That's the end of it tonight!

CL: Cover...




!!! ONE !!!







!!! TWO !!!




KICKOUT!!!!

[The crowd shows their appreciation as Hartt kicks out with authority,
lifting one shoulder as Williams shakes his head in disgust... he
rises to his feet and STOMPS down on The Paladin!]


"___THUUUMP___"


"___THUUUMP___"


"___THUUUMP___"


FH: Big mistake for Hartt... he could've walked out easily, but now
Williams is going to just decimate the man!

CL: No he's not... that's impossible.

FH: What? What do you mean?

CL: Decimate... root of "Decimal"... it means to remove one tenth!

FH: I hate you.

CL: Kneelift brings Hartt back to his feet... and Williams with the
Irish whip for a BIG back body drop! Hartt nursing his back as he
rolls to the corner and the big man stalks in after... and there's
another knee! And another!

FH: And he's rubbin' that elbow... here comes the big one, Chip!
Roaring Elb...NO!!!!! NO!!!!

[Huge face pop as Chris Hartt ducks the roaring elbow in the corner...
and Chase Williams over extends and NAILS the top of the ring post!]

CL: The former champ with a huge mistake and Chris Hartt can smell
blood in the water... knife edge chop staggers the Bastard! Another!
And another! And now it's Hartt with the Irish whip, NO!!!

FH: Reversal into a kneelift! Front chancery!

CL: But Hartt twists through with a reversal, one arm extended...
SINGLE ARM DDT!!!!


"___KAAAATHUUUUUUUD___"



*HUGE FACE POP!!!*



[The crowd goes crazy as Hartt rolls to his feet and takes a moment to
glare down at Williams as the bigger man clutches his shoulder and
rolls to his knees... Hartt rises and suddenly rushes forward with a
baseball slide kick to the face!]

CL: Hard kick and Hartt makes the cover...


!!! ONE !!!



!!! TWO !!!



Kickout!

FH: This can't actually be happening! Chris Hartt?!?!!! The
Paladin?!?!!

CL: Arm wringer and Hartt pulls the former champion to his feet.. and
drives in shoulder to shoulder! He forces the full extension... and
drives in hard again! Another twist forces The Conceited Bastard down
to one knee! Hard elbow to the shoulder breaks the hold but Chase
Williams in a load of trouble!

FH: And I can't believe a little goody-two shoes like Hartt is able to
get this kind of advantage of him! Look, seriously, Hartt is a nice
guy and a bit of a dork... I mean, with a name like "Paladin", this
guy is just begging for someone to knock him down a peg! You might as
well call yourself "Super Hero Dork" and be done with it... jeesh!

[Williams backed into the corner, and Hartt motioning for him to get
out as the big man stares a hole through his opponent... he lifts both
arms in a defensive stance and steps out with a short kick that forces
Hartt back... and Williams suddenly shoots in for the waist!]

CL: Elbow to the back from Hartt... and he NAILS a chop across the
chest! Another chop! The big man is staggered... but he cuts Hartt off
with a big kneelift! And another!

FH: To the ropes... PRICE OF FAME!!!!



[HUGE RESPECT POP!!!!]



[The big man clutches his arm, but drops down to suddenly start
talking in down at Chris Hartt... he points to his arm, and suddenly
grabs the smaller man by his hair and just yanks him up as he stands!]

CL: Both men to their feet... REVELATIONS!!!!

FH: That's right, Chip... a revelation that Hartt is WAY out of his
league! The Bastard nailed the move this time, hurt arm or not, and
now Chris Hartt is on the mat with the full realization that this is
the end!

CL: And now he just lays the boots to Hartt... and pulls him up again
for a scoop and a HARD slam on the mat! And a quick knee drop to the
skull!

FH: And a basic headlock! Using his size and weight, forcing Chris
Hartt to carry all that on the back of his skull... pressure holding
his
body down as the referee checks for a submission!

["Ask him!" Williams demands, riding that headlock as the sweat pours
down his face. He doesn't crank the hold, protecting his arm... he
just forces Hartt to carry the weight. Hartt refuses to tap and twists
his hips closer to the Williams, relieving the weight and forcing the
bigger man to adjust his grip.]

CL: Hartt fighting the headlock... finally getting his feet beneath
him and forcing Williams up to one knee! Big man cranks down hard...
but you can see the toll it's taking on his own shoulder as he does it
and Hartt with enough space for an elbow to the midsection! Another
elbow! Another breaks the hold!

FH: I... I don't believe it!

[Hartt grabs Chase's arm and wrenches it around behind him and locks
the arm into a hammerlock. Hartt goes for a lifting hammerlock, but
Chase manages to block it.]

CL: Hartt right back to that arm... and you can see the alarm in
Williams' eyes!

FH: That's not alarm... don't be ridiculous!

[Hartt releases the hold, but grabs Chase's shoulders and drags him
back into a double-knee backbreaker!!!! Hartt signals to the crowd
with a big slap of the hands, saying "TAP! TAP! TAP!"]


[HUGE FACE POP!!!!]


FH: Look at the arrogance of him... what kind of idiot does he think
he is?!?!!! He'll never catch the big man with this hold!!!

CL: Hartt might be taking too long to move on this one... it could
cost him!

[Hartt moves in and he begins to place the former PVW Heavyweight
Champion into the Avenger, but Chase Williams feels the crossface and
dives forwards and into the ropes.  The fans boo, but Referee Mark
Barnett is forced to make Chris Hartt back off.]

CL: That was close right there.

FH: Chase Williams may of peaked early in the PVW, but he is still a
force and a threat every time he steps inside the ring.

CL: Chris Hartt is telling Williams to come on ...  Williams steps out
and Hartt goes to lock up, but receives a high knee lift.

FH: Williams back to roping Hartt in.  This isn't RJ Souza this time
Paladin.

[Williams whips the former Rising Phoenix Champion into the ropes.  He
catches Hartt as he rebounds and lands a picture perfect power slam.]


!!! ONE !!!



!!! TWO !!!



CL: NO!! Hartt shoots a shoulder up.  Williams quickly pulls Hartt to
his feet and lifts him up on his shoulders ... LEAPS BACK!


"___THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"


*** HEEL POP ***


FH: Death Valley Driver!  Another cover and this time Hartt is down
for the count.


!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!


!!! THREE !!!


*** HE KICKED OUT POP ***


CL: Not quite yet Fred.  Williams shakes his head, but he now yanks
Hartt up and begins to set up for the move that forced Caleb Foley to
tap out.

FH: The ever-so-deadly rolling armbar.

CL: Perry Fontana is probably sitting in the back saying that it's not
a real armbar.

[He begins to grab the arm, but Hartt yanks Williams forward and wraps
his arms around the unexpecting former Champion.  He lifts ... BELLY-
TO-BELLY SUPLEX!]



"___THUUUUUUD___"



*** HUGE COUNTER POP ***


CL: Hartt on his feet and he has that look in his eyes.  He is telling
Chase "No not this time!"

FH: Come on Chase.  Show Chris Hartt he is about as exciting as Foley
Sr.

CL: Show a little respect Fred!

FH: I am showing Caleb respect Brian Young style!

[Williams pushes himself up and he is being ambushed with rights and
lefts.  Hartt whips Williams into the corner with a big Irish whip.
Williams bounces out and into a drop toe hold and Hartt mounts and
twists and grabs the back of Williams ankle and now has him in an
ankle lock submission!]

CL: Chase Williams in some trouble here!  Hartt has been showing PVW
fans flashes of the Chris Hartt we remember when he was one of the top
names in the federation.

FH: That was a long time ago ... Like Never!

[Williams still showing signs of the monster he used to be powers his
ankle and Hartt rolls backwards and onto his feet.  Both men right
back up and Hartt charges and ducks under a big right hand.  Hartt
rebounds and eats a turning superman punch by Williams.]


"___CRUUUUNCH___"


FH: Williams knocked the teeth of Hartt down his throat.

CL: Williams now looking to set up for that Price of Fame once again.
He pulls Hartt up ... SMALL PACKAGE!


*** SHOCKING PINFALL POP ***


!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!


... No!  Chase powers out.  And right into a front forward Russian
legsweep!

[Williams eats the mat face first.  Hartt leaps up and raises his
hands and begins to call for the Avenger yet again.  The fans are in
full support now cheering The Paladin on.]

CL: Hartt is looking to end things right here.

FH: Chase is too close to the ropes yet again.  Hartt really has bad
timing.

[And apparently Hartt was thinking the same thing.  Chase started to
push himself up and Hartt with a DDT!]


"___THUUUUUUD___"


CL: Chase down in the center of the ring now.  Hartt could attempt to
pin him right here.

FH: Hartt doesn't just want to pin him though.

[Hartt is perched waiting for Chase to make it to his feet.  His eyes
tell a story .. A story of revenge for Caleb Foley.  A story of
justice for many men to step inside the ring with Chase Williams.  A
story of vindication after Williams repeatedly attacked Chris Hartt.
Williams pushes himself up and from behind Hartt applies the crossface
chickenwing submission on Chase Williams!]

CL: And there's the AVENGER!!!!

FH: He'll never... TAP OUT?!?!?!!!

[And he does just that... Chase Williams almost immediately starts to
tap out when he's yanked backward! His one arm flails and suddenly
tapping as he struggles to nod his head when Mark Barnett steps in for
the question! He spins and calls for the bell as Hartt releases the
hold!]

CL: He did it!!! I don't believe it!!!! Chris Hartt actually forced
the Conceited Bastard to tap out... he tapped him out with the
Avenger! I've never seen anyone tap Williams out before and the big
man is just clutching his shoulder, holding himself still in one
corner. The look of shock on his own face... I think it speaks for all
of us, Fred!

FH: I can't believe he tapped out. I just can't believe it.

[And neither can the Phoenix fans as they roar in approval.  Chris
Hartt pumps his fist in the air and holds his hand high as Herk
Douglas announces the winner.]

HD: The winner of the match due to submission.  THE PALADIN ... CHRIS
HARTT!!!


*** HUGE RESPECT POP ***


CL: Chris Hartt defeated Chase Williams and it really is a new era
here in the PVW.  Who would of thought we'd ever see Chase Williams
tap out like that.

FH: Hey I have to give Chris Hartt some respect here tonight.  I am
just stunned.  I never thought he'd defeat Chase Williams never-the-
less make him tap out.

CL: The Avenger is a deadly submission move and Chris Hartt knows how
to lock that hold on nearly any time.

FH: I guess the torch is really passing here tonight.

Fred Hoyle:  Hey, it's that bum!!

[The camera shows the large homeless figure that's been seen hanging
out at the Armory in recent weeks, only instead of being outside
amongst the dumpster's, he's walking slowly down the aisle towards the
ring.  Some fans are already turning their attention away from the
action in the ring towards the disheveled figure lumbering towards
the ring.]

CL:  What's he doing in the arena?  We need some security to get this
guy out of here before he accidentally gets hurt!

[The dirty man in the tattered black kilt and threadbare t-shirt
continues walking towards the ring.  A blank expression on his beard
covered face.  His sunken eyes are staring intently towards the
wrestling ring.  He is seemingly oblivious to all the security
officers starting to gather around him.]

FH:  Quick!  Get the nightsticks!  He's almost to the ring!  Where's
the pepper spray??

CL:  That's not necessary Fred!  Look, he's stopped!

[The homeless man stops in the aisle a few feet away from the ring.
He still seems to not notice the various security and police personnel
around him.  He brushes the long, greasy black hair out of his eyes
and stares at the men in the ring for several moments, not moving.]

FH:  Wait a minute! What's Hartt doing?

[Chris Hartt has exited the ring and approaches the shabby looking
figure as police are preparing to grasp his arms.  He signals for the
police to step back, mouthing "It's OK."  He moves closer to the man
who slowly turns towards him.  The Paladin places a hand on the
intruder's shoulder and gently begins to direct him back towards the
entrance from where he came.  The man in the tattered clothing turns
slowly, never taking his eyes off Hartt.]

CL:  I don't like this.   Hartt's intentions are good, but he could be
putting himself in a very vulnerable position here.  This man seems
docile enough, but he could be dangerous.

[The homeless man starts walking back up the aisle and Hartt turns
back towards the ring.  After a few steps, the interloper turns back
around and stares at the back of the retreating Paladin.]

CL: And the stranger has stopped and is just staring at Hartt...

FH: This just doesn't feel right.

[Suddenly the stranger rushes forward and clubs Chris Hartt in the
back of head with a vicious double axe handle. Hartt stumbles forward
and hits the ring apron and the stranger is right on top of him
driving slugging right hands in the back of his head forcing Chris
Hartt to his knees next to the ring.]

CL: OH GOOD LORD!  This homeless man is just assaulting Chris Hartt
now!

FH: He smells food on him Chip.  I told you they are just like dogs.
You feed them once and they keep coming around expecting food.

[A solid kick is slammed into Hartt's ribs by the stranger and Hartt
rolls over onto his back from the impact. And without missing a beat
the homeless man continues to stomp away at the chest of Chris Hartt
as the fans boo loudly at the stranger. Security quickly swarms in
around the man but he clubs each one of them to the ground with
massive rights and lefts. He turns his attention back to Chris Hartt
and pulls the Paladin to his feet. The homeless man drives a knee into
the mid-section of Chris Hartt. As Hartt doubles over the man measures
him with a sickening knee to the jaw.]

CL: What does he have in mind now?

FH: This reminds me of that youtube video I saw once called, Bum
fights.

[The stranger lifts Chris Hartt high into the air with a gorilla press
and just releases him throat first across the steel guardrail.  The
fans are letting out a loud chorus of boo's in support of Chris Hartt.
A beer finds it's way tossed at the homeless man and a bag of
popcorn.]

FH: I'm not sure throwing food at him is the best punishment.

[The homeless man drops down to his knees and just stares at Chris
Hartt as he rolls upon the concrete holding his throat.]

CL: Wait here comes some help!

[The crowd cheers as Larry Gionet comes rushing to the ringside area
as the homeless man is being pulled to his feet by security.]

FH: Yeah if you consider Larry Gionet "help".

[Larry drops to the side of Chris Hartt and screams for some medical
attention as he glares at the homeless man who just stares blankly at
the two men. Security begins to pull him up the aisle way and he goes
willing with them as EMTs rush to the ring.]

CL: Chris Hartt was able to defeat Chase Williams in a huge come back
victory, but this homeless man apparently didn't find Chris Hartt's
kindness appreciated.

FH: They should be in cage's I tell ya Chip.  Never go near a homeless
man.  They can smell change on you!

CL: Folks again we have camera's positioned nearly everywhere to catch
the events unfold tonight.

FH: Well then let's go to one of them.  I want to see what the heck is
going on!

CL: I am trying to find out what is going on.

FH: Come on doesn't anyone but me do their job around here?

CL: Okay let's go backstage and see if we can find _anything_ out!

[A dirty-looking man with long black greasy hair hanging down over his
filthy face, wearing a tattered black t-shirt and a black kilt made of
ragged cloth with a dirty flannel shirt tied around his waist is being
escorted out of the arena by a small army of large security guards,
who despite their considerable size are still dwarfed by the unknown
figure.  They approach a pair of police men standing beside a waiting
patrol car with the flashers and strobes on top running.  Just as they
are about to hand him off to the officers, Head of Talent Relations
Matthew Willingham angrily stomps up to the nameless man and goes
chest
to chest with him, thrusting his index finger in the dirty, bearded
face of the hulking form furiously...]

Matthew Willingham: I don't know who the Hell you are, pal, but you
just made the biggest mistake of your miserable life!!  How dare you?
How dare you come here, and try to ruin _my_ show??  How dare you
interrupt what is supposed to be the rebirth of PVW --  in front of
all these fans who are here to show their love and respect for
everything PVW was – and will be again – and spit on it!!

[The man simply stares down at Willingham silently.]

Matthew Willingham:  To think I felt sorry for you!!  I could've
called the cops on you several times over these past several weeks,
but I didn't out of pity for your sorry ass!!  This is what I get for
showing a little kindness to scum like you!!  I should've known
better!!  I want you to tell me right now who you are!  What's your
name, damn you!!

[The hulking homeless man just stares at the irate Willingham
impassively, seemingly utterly unmoved by his tirade.]

Matthew Willingham: Don't just stand there like some damn ugly
statue!! You tell me right this second just who the Hell you are!!!

ANSWER ME!!

NOW!!!!

[The interloper brushes some of the greasy hair out of his face and
looks the angry Willingham directly in the eye for several tense
moments before he finally speaks in a voice full of phlegm and
gravel...]

Stranger: Who the Hell am I?  I'm...

[He suddenly grows silent and simply stares at the fuming Matthew
Willingham– a blank look upon his grubby face.  Finally the police
place handcuffs around his wrists behind his back.]

Matthew Willingham: WHO ARE YOU???!!

[As the cops help him fit his massive frame into the back of the
police car, he stops, and turns back to the still livid Matthew and
softly says:

nevermind...

Matthew Willingham's eyes grow wide as the lost soul sinks into the
seat of the cruiser and the officers shut the door on him.  Now it is
Willingham's turn to blankly stare as the police drive off with
Nevermind in tow...

Shocked looked on the announcers faces.]

CL: It's all making sense now.

FH: Sadly it is ...

CL: That bum ...

FH: Is nevermind.

CL: And he just made a huge impact here at Rise From the Ashes II on
behalf of Chris Hartt.  Thank goodness for Larry Gionet because Caleb
Foley's match is up next and he isn't on hand for the save.

FH: nevermind could destroy Hartt, Gionet, and Foley all at the same
time.

CL: Dex's son, Matthew who is in charge of the talent on hand looked
like he just saw a ghost.

FH: Look at your face Chip ...

CL: I think we _all_ are a bit in shock right now Fred.  We need to
get this figured out, but Dean Hayes is standing by to bail us out.

FH: This may be the only time I say this, but thank goodness for Dean.

[Backstage with the PVW banner and Dean Hayes!]

Hayes: Hello fans, Dean Hayes here with a man that needs no
introduction...

[Wearing a black, sleeveless, hooded vinyl robe, black vinyl pants and
red gauze on his hands and feet, a green giant made mostly of scar
tissue enters the scene.  Pausing to look up at the menacing man-
beast, Dean tries to gauge the mood of the room until prompted by a
terse gesture from his terrifying companion.]

Hayes: Oh, uh, you know him as the Green Beast, the Devil's Hand or,
most commonly, the Motor City Madman...  This is William Craven!

[Drawing back his hood, Bill lays his Frankenstein-Monster-ugly mug on
everybody.  Looking at Dean, he waggles his split tongue at the
intrepid interviewer.]

Hayes: Ah, Bill, tonight you face off against the "Misery Machine"
Marcus Manson in a match you devised yourself.  What exactly is the
Meatgrinder?

[Breathing in deep, Bill seems to summon to mind some great secret.]

WC: Dean, thank you for that wonderful, if unnecessary.

Hayes: Yeah, you're ... welcome.

WC: The Meatgrinder is simply the most brutal thing I could slip past
the top brass in PVW.

Hayes: But what's involved in the Meatgrinder?

[A look of infinite annoyance crosses Bill's face as he slowly turns
from the camera to Dean, who offers a nervous smile.]

WC: Honestly, Dean, are we still lost?  Even now?

Hayes: No, no, not at all just ... maybe refresh the memory of the
fans at home.

[Chuckling, Bill scratches his chin.]

WC: Dean, the Meatgrinder places a second story above the ring, like a
mesh roof, but with a sizeable hole in the center.  Should Marcus
choose to use a ladder to come up the middle or should he stand atop
the ropes and grab the edge, he may do so.  The match may not end
until someone attains the summit and claims the prize.

That prize ... is a weapon.  In this case it is a glove of steel, a
mailed gauntlet.  This weapon, and whatever weapons may be used should
this match be made again, must be used to knock unconscious the other
man.  Only then can the match end and a winner be crowned.

[Nodding, there's real understanding in Dean's eyes.]

Hayes: That explains that platform they have winched to the ceiling.
I was wondering if it was going to stay like 30 feet up.

WC: No ... no, that would be silly.

Hayes: And what do you make of your opponent in this brutal match?
Does Marcus Manson have what it takes to beat William Craven in his
own environment?

[Shaking his head, Bill seems somehow sad.]

WC: All alliteration aside friend Marcus really has nothing of
interest to me.  He sings with a single flat note a tune that states
simply that he is the best without ever really defining _why_.  He
wishes to state that it doesn't matter what winds may blow, I will
fall regardless, and it is that overly simple viewpoint that spells
his downfall.

Hayes: I'm sorry Bill, but this idea doesn't exactly seem to fill you
with joy.  Why is that?

WC: I had high hopes, truly, when first Marcus showed his disdain
towards me.  Shortly before and then after my war with Richard drew to
a close he asserted himself.  He did, indeed, seem powerful.  Even now
I do hope for a war but this foregone conclusion ... he's shown his
hand.

His superiority is too solidly impressed upon his own belief and he's
risen too high to fly for long.  With luck we will both bleed and the
world will sing for a day of our glory ... but not for eternity.

Hayes: I see.  Anything else before we go?

[Refocusing on the camera lens, Bill glares deeply, his upper lip
curling.]

WC: To all others who feel themselves safe from my wrath; fear the
future, for the violence lives on through me.

[Watching as Bill departs, Dean shakes his head and whistles softly.]

Hayes: The softer he speaks the more creeped out I get.  Guys, back to
you.

[Cut to the ring as "Loyal to No-One" by The Dropkick Murphy's plays
over the PA as the arena quiets down in anticipation. A hooded man
stands at the entrance just bouncing to the beat of the music. His
head is down so his face is completely covered. The man lifts up his
head to reveal that it is none other Caleb Foley and the crowd has
absolutely exploded now with cheers. Caleb pulls the hood off his head
and reveals a new hairstyle his reddish hair completely slicked back
and a full red beard with a black goatee. Caleb begins to walk down
the entrance when he stops, he bends down and pounds his knuckles to
the ground and his points up to the sky.]

[CROWD POPS!]

FH: Oh, look, it's a red headed child no one wanted. Even Caleb's
"dad" offed himself to get away from this loser.

CL: FRED!

FH: What? It's true!

[Foley continues to walk down to the ring as the fans are chanting his
name but seems not to really be interacting with them as much as his
once did. Foley is looking in the ring and he seems to mean business.
Foley slides underneath the bottom rope and begins to stretch against
the ropes.]

The Voice: FROM DUBLIN, IRELAND, STANDING 6 FOOT 1 AND WEIGHING IN AT
TWO HUNDRED AND TWENTY FIVE POUNDS, THIS IS

THE CELTIC CRIPPLER....

CALEB FOLEY!

[FACE POP!]

FH: Why are these fans cheering this man? We all know Irish people are
criminals and that goes double for gingers. All in all, I think the
crowd was bussed in from the state pen or something.

CL: Ladies and gentleman, that is Fred Hoyle, P.O. Box...

FH: CHIP!

[A drum roll starts to play, not over the loud speaker, but from the
man emerging from the curtain with the drum strapped to his shoulders.
Soon a small marching band emerges from the back playing "Hail to the
Chief."  The crowd gives an immediate negative reaction realizing
who's coming on down that aisle.]

CL:  Fred, sit down!

FH:  What?  Every time the Commander and Chief comes out youÆre
suppose to salute.

The Voice: Making his way to the ring, from Hollywood, California,
coming in at 6'3" and 248 pounds; this is the self-proclaimed "Mr.
PVW", the president of PVW; this is Johnny...

FEAR THE BOOT
FEAR THE BOOT
FEAR THE BOOT

The Voice: ...this is "THE BLOCKBUSTER" JOHNNY DETSON!

[The band continues to play; out come several college aged people
carrying small sparklers in each hand. Detson looks very miffed about
the boot chant.]

CL:  Apparently our "President" likes his excess?

FH:  No, our President and CEO just likes his style!

[Finally out from the back strides two large security personnel
wearing black suits and black glasses.  Then, finally, out comes
Johnny Detson wearing his long gold tights with black boots and a huge
politician smile on his face followed closely by two more security
officers.  He walks over to the crowd and begins handing out t-shirts
and hats to various members of the crowd.]

FH:  Hey free stuff, oh wait, nevermind, its just Caleb Foley
merchandise.

CL:  Detson continuing to mock everything the PVW has done and what
Caleb Foley has done for it.

FH:  All part of his PVW gives back program!


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Phoenix, Arizona - 52nd Street Armory
PVW - RISE FROM THE ASHES II - ONE ON ONE RESPECT MATCH
Caleb Foley v. Johnny Detson

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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

[Detson smiles for the camera and then goes over to a crowd member who
has a sign reading, "CLOTHE THE HOMELESS, GIVE THEM A FOLEY TEE
SHIRT".  He laughs and throws the sign holder the last of his tee
shirts.  Detson slides into the ring as his "staff," his marching
band, and his security members all circle the ring once and then head
up back to the curtain leaving Detson alone in the ring. Detson begins
to tell the fans about how generous he is, much to the chagrin of
Chip.]

CL: Johnny is still busy jawjacking with the audience.

FH: Detson is a man of the people, Chip. He brought PVW back for these
ungrateful Jackos and he wants to let them understand he can take it
away again just as quick.

CL: Fred, seriously, are you on something? We can get you into rehab
right quick.

[Caleb is getting impatient and starts to make a bee line for Detson
but referee Mark Barnett steps in front of the Irish grappler, forcing
him back into his corner while Johnny makes his way to the near side
of the ring, calling himself "Mr. PVW".]

CL: Will Johnny get over himself already?

FH: If you were even one billionth as talented, good looking and smart
like Johnny Detson, you would be proud to show off. Since you are none
of those things you are just being a jealous Janette. Chip, this side
of you is very disturbing; you should seek counseling.

[Finally, Barnett has tired of Detson's hamming it up and orders
Johnny to get into the ring. Detson waves Barnett off, threatening to
fire Mark if he doesn't "respect the office". Foley has tired of
Detson's antics and pulls him off the apron and into the ring.]

CL: Finally!

FH: Exactly! Foley's showing his true colors!

CL: Come again?

FH: We all know Caleb is just playing goody-goody to get the approval
his now dead father withheld from him, using the audience as a
surrogate dad. Boo on you, you no good huckster!

CL: Detson falling through the ropes, scampering to his feet. Johnny
now admonishing referee Barnett for allowing Foley to grab him like
that.

FH: See? Johnny is pointing to his tights! I knew Foley couldn't play
by the rules. Obviously the runt used the tights to pull Detson in.
Boo, I say, boo!

[Foley rolls his eyes and says something to Detson. Johnny takes
umbrage at the words coming from Foley's mouth and  both men seem to
agree to go for a collar and elbow tie-up locking horns in the center
of the ring. Caleb takes the early advantage, but Johnny Detson spins
it around, and the two stumble back against the turnbuckles.]

CL: Neither man looks to have a clear cut advantage over the other in
the strength department.

FH: Maybe, but Detson has a massive advantage in the "not being a
complete tool" department... oh, and the "dad is still alive"
department.

[Rolling along the ropes, neither man can take control of the other,
as the Barnett squeezes himself between the two in order to get some
separation. Detson backs away slowly, his palms in the air... and then
delivers a right handed SLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP straight to the kisser
of Caleb. Foley can do nothing but steam as the referee is still right
between the two. Detson just has a big, smug smirk on his face.]

CL: Johnny showing zero respect in this respect match.

FH: I respect the fact that Caleb Foley is a ignorant little momma's
boy... because his daddy's dead. See what I did there Chiporooski?

[Detson steps away, back towards the middle of the ring. Johnny makes
a bring it on motion to Caleb and offers up his hands for a test of
strength. Caleb makes a go of it... and Johnny steps out of the way
and brushes his hair. Detson makes a rude motion involving his hand
and his chin, and laughs at Caleb. Foley has had enough and charges at
Detson. Johnny moves out of the way.]

CL: Detson is playing with fire...

FH: ...crotch. Oh, did I tell you I had drinks with the father's of
both these me... oh, wait, Caleb doesn't have a dad anymore.

CL: Fred, seriously, stop being a dick.

FH: Better to be alive and a jerk than to be Caleb Foley's dad, who's
dead.

[Holding his hands up in front of him, Detson motions for Foley to
come and try things
one more time. Caleb obliges with another collar-and-elbow, and, after
some more grappling, Foley finally takes the advantage, with a side
headlock...]

CL: Finally, Caleb getting his hands on De-

FH: Ha! Not a chance!

[Detson slips back into a hammerlock. Foley winces, grabs his
shoulder, and reaches for a get-out. Finding nothing, he reaches back,
and lashes out with a back elbow, but Detson ducks. However, Foley,
too, is quick to react, spinning, setting him up, and...]

CL: Russian legsweep! Beautiful counter!

[Detson bounces right back up after the move, the two men to their
feet in stereo. Foley moves towards Detson as fast as he can but
Johnny bails out.]

FH: Once again, JD's savvy and experience giving him an edge over Mr.
Hot Headed Orphan Stereotype.

CL: Caleb's mom is still alive.

FH: After seeing her little baby boy failing yet again, I wouldn't
bank on it staying that way.

CL: FRED!

[As Detson plays to the audience, Foley runs towards the far ropes and
launches himself between the middle and top ropes, crashing into
Johnny with a tackle. The two crash into the concrete floor and near
the guard railing. Both men get up faster than expected thanks to this
being so early in the match, but it is apparent Caleb Foley has had
about enough of Johnny Detson's antics.]

CL: Detson rolling away from Foley and Caleb looks very, very cross.
Detson picking up the pace and sliding back into the ring with Caleb
in hot pursuit. Foley rushing after Detson...

FH: Detson with a drop toe hold; classic maneuver and tactics by our
president! Bravo!

[Foley doesn't stay down for long but is met with a quick kick to the
gut by Detson. The Celtic Crippler ignores the strike and speeds at
Detson with a knee strike to the mid-section. Detson is staggered and
another knee meets Johnny. Detson goes down and begins to roll into
the ropes. The Barnett steps in front of Caleb as Johnny begins to
complain about "illegal loaded knees". Foley is having none of this as
he gets passed Barnett and yanks Detson into the center of the ring
via Johnny's left arm. The Blockbuster tries to scramble away but is
snapped back to the middle of the ring because of Caleb's grip. Foley
drops down an executes an armbar.]

FH: Ugh, I hate this grab ass crap.

CL: It's a smart move by Caleb; trying to slow down Johnny's stall
tactics and keep this grounded. Foley figures he has a slight
advantage on the mat.

FH: Like hell he does. Foley isn't the worst wrestler I've seen but
he's definitely not in the same league as Detson. Or anyone not
retarded, actually. In fact, I hate Foley. Forget I ever said anything
even remotely decent about that fatherless freak.

[Foley has the armbar locked in but Johnny keeps squirming, slowly but
surely moving his lower half towards the ropes. Foley tries to shift
his weight to keep them in the center of the ring while the referee
asks Johnny if he wants to quit. "I'll fire you before I give up to
this Jacko!" Detson declares through clenched teeth. Detson finally
taps the bottom rope with his toe after a bit of struggle, his left
arm tender but not worked on enough to come close to quitting just
yet.]

CL: Foley will need to work the arm way more than that to get Johnny
Detson to quit.

FH: Why did you use his full name again?

[Foley reluctantly lets go of the armbar and Johnny tries to slide out
of the ring. Foley manages to catch Detson's hand and a tug of war
begins. The Irish hero starts pulling Johnny back into the ring but
Detson is close enough to use a tried and true technical maneuver.]

CL: Eye poke gets Johnny loose.

FH: Again, great use of the rules by Mr. PVW. Nothing in the rules
says you can't poke the eyes.

CL: Actually...

FH: Put a sock in it Chip!

[As Caleb rubs his eyes, Detson takes this chance to dropkick Foley in
the right knee. Foley goes down and Detson delivers an elbow drop to
keep Foley on the mat. Grabbing a hold of The Crippler's right leg,
Detson elevates himself, pushing off of Foley's leg, and comes down on
the side of Foley's knee with his own. Detson's famous snide smirk
crosses his face and Johnny can't help but mug for the audience.]

CL: Johnny quite pleased with himself.

FH: Stay down Foley!

CL: It's still too early for...

FH: I was talking about his dad. I don't want zombies showing up!

[Returning to Foley, Detson reaches down but has his right arm
snatched by Foley who pulls him down onto the mat. Foley rolls on top
of Detson and begins delivering punches to the head of the
Blockbuster. Detson kicks Foley in the back of the head with one of
his legs but doesn't do enough damage to get Foley off of him. Caleb
stands up, though, and drops down with a fist to the right shoulder of
Detson. Two solid stomps onto that shoulder precede Foley slapping
Detson in the face. This gets a surprised  cheer from the crowd.]

CL: Foley showing some fire here tonight.

FH: He's trying to burn the building down to reunite with his father!

CL: I'm talking about passion, something Foley may not show too often.

FH: I'm talking about arson, something Foley probably has committed
quite often.

[Johnny Detson does not take kindly to being shown up and that's what
that little ginger Caleb Foley just did. Detson does a kip up and
quickly backhands Foley. Foley responds with a slap of his own, which
is followed by a slap by Detson. Foley rears back and punches Detson
then grabs Johnny in a hammerlock, turning it into an Irish whip,
finishing with a backdrop. Foley picks up Detson off the mat and slams
him down with a simple body slam. Detson scampers towards the ropes,
with Foley scrambling after him. Detson manages to reach the ropes but
Foley has that right arm and tries to yank Detson back, away from the
ropes. Referee Barnett kicks Foley's arm away and Detson slides out
of the ring.]

CL: Foley not taking too kindly to Mark Barnett's action.

FH: Foley should be thanking Barnett - if Mark hadn't stepped in
Johnny would have finished off the dadless blunder.

[Mr. President takes some time to compose himself and demand a few
apologies from the PVW faithful in attendance. Foley moves towards
Detson and holds the ropes open. Detson considers this for a moment
and walks up the ring steps but then changes his mind, shooing Foley
away. Caleb shakes his head and walks away while Johnny turns to tell
the crowd: "Foley is learning his place". Of course, Caleb rushes over
and clotheslines Johnny off the apron, sending the Hollywood star down
to the floor. Detson gets to his feet and shakes the cobwebs out, only
for Foley to slingshot himself on top of PVW's "owner".]

CL: Foley not letting Detson get into his game plan; going after
Johnny despite the stalling Johnny was doing.

FH: Stalling? Detson was well within his rights to leave the ring.
Foley is just a thug who is trying to earn respect the wrong way.
Instead of a hero like Johnny Detson who is using his mind instead of
just Neanderthalian brutality.

CL: Where do you come up with this garbage?

[Foley is up first and gets Detson to his feet. The young red haired
grappler moves to take Detson back into the ring, but Detson manages
to grab a handful of tights and pull Foley past him, into the ring
apron. Caleb hits the apron with the left side of his face, as he was
tumbling over. Taking advantage of Foley's hit, Detson wastes little
time clipping the right knee of the plucky PVW ginger. Of course,
Johnny tells the audience: that's how it is done as he unceremoniously
tosses Foley back into the ring.]

CL: Detson doing very little besides showing off.

FH: Very little? He's giving the audience what it paid to see. You
didn't think they came to see some red headed mutant screw up, did
you?

[Detson climbs the ropes and puts his arms out, making a "look at me"
gesture. Foley is on his back, about mid-way between the turnbuckles
and the center of the ring. Johnny yells out: : "to hell with the arm,
I'm going to posterize you". Everyone knows what is coming...]

FH: JOHNNY DETSON STYLE SENTON!

[...of course Caleb moves, and Detson plants himself in the mat.
Johnny stands up very fast and takes a step forward before falling
onto his face again.]
CL: Johnny Detson style screw up is more like it.

FH: Take that back!

[Caleb gets up to a vertical base and runs to the ropes, bouncing off
of them and leaping in the air for a high knee drop to Detson's face.]

JD: NOT THE FACE!

[Foley wastes no time and covers Detson.]




!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




Kick out !!!

CL: Detson kicking out at 2.5!

FH: He's taking the time to recuperate. After all, he just received
orphan germs. No way Foley could have kept him down for that long
unless it was in Detson's plan all along.

[Foley is visibly cross and brings up Detson to a vertical base and
suplexes Johnny over. Foley holds onto Detson and drags the movie star
up with him and suplexes him yet again and goes for another pinfall. ]

FH: Foley only getting a 2 count there and he is letting his anger
boil over, like a baby.

CL: Caleb Foley has had enough of Johnny Detson's antics and wants to
end it all here and now. He wants to shut up Detson once and for all.
And the Celtic Crippler not about to ease up and he again goes to drag
Detson up by the hair... low blow from Johnny.

FH: Veteran thinking. Detson is paying attention and knows Foley has
let his emotions get in the way and took advantage of Caleb the
Fatherless Blunderkind's single mindedness and used it to his
advantage.

[Johnny grabs Foley and throws him into the ropes, and while waiting
for the rebound, says "watch this". Detson executes a very pretty drop
kick to stagger Foley then runs into the ropes behind Foley to spring
into the sky for a bulldog. Detson holds up his finger and says "but
wait, there's more" and climbs the top rope. Perched on the ropes like
a hawk, Detson waits for Foley to roll onto his back before launching
into a beautiful elbow drop, crashing into Foley with an audible thud.
Hopping up to his feet, Detson covers Foley with an arrogant boot
pin.]




!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!






TWO POINT FIVE




TWO POINT SEVEN FIVE




KICKOUT !!!


CL: Foley getting an elbow up and the PVW fan favorite showing the
effects of that collision into the apron and those two high risk
maneuvers he hit onto the outside of the ring.

FH: Or he's showing he's a lazy slob who is nowhere near conditioned
like Johnny Detson.

CL: Foley has shown guts and a willingness to stand up to Detson and
Detson's nonsense.

FH: You can add dumb to Caleb's flaws.

[Johnny goes over to referee Barnett and demands to know why Barnett
issued a slow count before he fires him. Barnett begins to admonish
Detson. The two argue, giving Caleb time to shake the cobwebs out.
Foley pulls himself back up to a single knee. Pausing for a moment to
give Barnett one last "go away" gesture, Detson reaches for a now on
one knee Caleb Foley. Detson is on the receiving end of a defensive
shoulder thrust to the abdomen. Foley delivers another shoulder charge
to Detson, this time lifting Detson off his feet and shoving him into
the near turnbuckles, despite Johnny pounding the back of Foley's back
with clenched fists. The impact from hitting the turnbuckles knocks
some wind out of Detson, stunning him. This gives Caleb time to vault
to the top rope and surf ride Detson straight into the mat. Detson
screams: NOT THE FACE. Detson pops up quickly and tries to grab Foley
with a free left hand but Caleb somersaults over. The fans cheer, as
Detson reaches out and swipes at the top rope, struggling to keep
himself from being pulled over...]

CL: Foley trying for the sunset flip!

FH: Utter bullcrap! Foley is cheating with this flippity-floppity
bullcrap!

CL: Foley can't seem to get Johnny all the way over.

FH: Detson is immune to cheap flippy crap from Japanasia.

[Suddenly, Detson drops to his knees, pinning down Foley's
shoulders...]

CL: Detson with a counter!




!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




[And then, Foley reaches up with his feet, rolls Detson up...]

CL: Foley with a counter of his own!




!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




NO!!!!


CL: So close for Caleb!

FH: Stop humiliating your dad more than you already have and just give
up already Caleb!

CL: Caleb Foley will never give up Fred and that is why the kids look
up to him.

FH: Only because they're not over 4' tall yet. Foley's like some sort
of leprecha...

[Detson rolls back out of the pinning combo, keeping hold of Foley's
ankles as he goes. Rolling forward, he hooks both of his opponent's
legs up tight in a vertical press...]

CL: Another counter from the Blockbuster!




!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




[Foley links his arms around Detson's abdomen, bridges up to a
standing position. The fans sound an impressed pop, as he spins Detson
around, hooks the arm...]

CL: Backslide from Foley in response!




!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




!!! THRE- NO !!!




CL: A great show of technical wrestling there, wouldn't you say Fred.

FH: Detson's carrying Caleb.

CL: What?

FH: You expect me to actually like what that goody-goody orphan is
doing? You don't know
me very well Skip.

[Foley and Detson both back to their feet. Neither man looks fresh and
Johnny Detson is bleeding a bit from his nose. Foley tries to grab
Detson but Johnny rolls away and wags a finger at Foley. Foley goes
for a leg and tries to wrestle Detson down to the mat but Johnny moves
to the ring ropes. Foley is ordered to stay back. As the referee's
back is turned to Detson, JD decides to shove Mark Barnett into Foley.
The referee and Celtic Crippler bump heads. Foley rubs his forehead
and looks very concerned as Barnett is slow to get up. Foley turns
around and...

FH: JOHNNY KICK~!

[Johnny Detson's best finishing move ever, the Johnny Kick, has
entered the building. Instead of caring about the referee or a pin,
Johnny moves over to a prone Foley and turns the Celtic Crippler over.
Detson has a seat on Caleb's chest and begins to lecture PVW's never
say die Irish boy on why Foley should kiss the ground Johnny Detson
walks on.]

JD: First off, I still have my dad. Second: I'm not pug fugly like
you. Third: I OWN PVW!

FH: I agree with all those points Johnny!

CL: This is outrageous! Someone get another referee out here!

[Barnett is getting up and Johnny slaps Caleb a few times in the face
just to be disrespectful before covering Caleb, leaning back as if
Foley were a lounge chair.]




!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




!!! TH... NO !!!




FH: NO!

CL: No! Caleb Foley shoots an arm up at the last possible second.

FH: That soulless, fatherless, soon to be motherless ingrate! He's
making me so angry!

CL: He's not just making you angry.

[JD begins to yell at referee Mark Barnett yet again, angry that this
sure fire pin was stolen from him by a terribly slow count. Barnett
apparently is not entirely up to speed yet, and Detson begins to
signal for a new referee to come down to the ring. Of course, no other
referees show up.]

CL: What the heck does Detson think he's doing?

FH: He wants an unbiased official and, after all these terrible things
Foley has been allowed to do, I don't blame him.

CL: Terrible things?! Like what?

FH: Breathing, for one.

[Detson stomps his feet as no referees come to replace the terrible
and probably mentally retarded Mark Barnett. Johnny gets so wrapped up
in his tantrum he hasn't noticed that Caleb is no longer dead to the
world. Foley taps Detson on the shoulder. Detson waves Foley off.
Another tap, another wave off. A third tap gets Detson to turn around
and he starts to say: "What is it you..." before getting pummeled
with a forearm shiver. An Irish whip from the Irish kid follows up and
Caleb plants Johnny Detson into the middle of the ring with a sitdown
spinebuster!]

CL: Delivery from Dublin! Foley has hit his sitdown spinebuster.

FH: Weird, most Irish hit their wives.

CL: FRED!

[Foley is pumped up to the max. He pumps his fists and starts climbing
to the top rope. Detson has stood up, clutching his back, but angrily
yelling at the referee to disqualify Caleb for disrespecting PVW in
this respect match. As Detson turns around to keep berating poor
Barnett, Foley launches himself with a high cross body off the top
rope. Foley hits Detson square in the chest.]

CL: This could be it!

FH: No! Detson rolling through!

CL: TWO HANDFULS OF TIGHTS!

FH: I see nothing!


!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




!!! THREE !!!



[KICKED OUT POP TURNED TO JEERS !!!]


CL: NO, a handful of tights and Foley wasn't able to kick out in time.

FH: What handful of tights?  Are you really accusing our President of
cheating?

CL: I saw it with my own eyes Fred!

[Johnny Detson leaps to his feet and raises his hands and drops to his
knees like he was just in a grueling sixty minute war.  Caleb Foley
now back on his feet just looks at the referee asking him why he
didn't call the pinfall off.]

CL: It looks like Caleb Foley doesn't agree with the outcome Fred.

FH: Just like Caleb Foley always crying about something.

[Detson now "emotional" ... And Caleb Foley isn't approving of
Detson's antic's what-so-ever.]

CL: Detson going back to his Hollywood roots.  Give me a break
already.

FH: Hey this was a hard fought victory for our President.  It's now
time for Caleb Foley to show some respect.

[Detson now telling Caleb Foley to "raise his hand".  Caleb Foley
looks at the crowd who shout out - NOOOO DON'T DO IT CALEB!]

FH: Hey fair is fair. If you didn't want to step inside the ring with
such a legend ... Such an icon in a respect theme match then go back
to facing the Dr. X's of the world.

CL: Caleb Foley was obviously screwed over Fred.  I am not saying that
Caleb Foley deserved the win, but he didn't deserve to lose.

FH: Mark Barnett is a senior official and his call is law.

CL: No disagreements there Fred.  Mark Barnett's word is final.

[Foley grabs a hold of Detson's arm and Mr. Blockbuster shakes his
head in agreement and Foley yanks him towards with a short-arm
lariat!]


[HELL YES TEAR DOWN TEH ROOF POPPAGE !!!]


CL: FOLEY HAS HAD ENOUGH AND HE IS UNLOADING ON JOHNNY DETSON!

FH: Detson will have his job dammit!  Security get down here now!

[Mark Barnett is trying to pull Caleb Foley off Johnny Detson and
finally the young fan favorite listen's to the official and leaps off
the reeling Johnny Detson.  The fans are eating the fire up.  Finally
after years ... Young Caleb Foley has grown tired of being on the
opposite ends of a screw job.]


   F O L E Y ! ! !   F O L E Y ! ! !   F O L E Y ! ! !


   F O L E Y ! ! !   F O L E Y ! ! !   F O L E Y ! ! !


   F O L E Y ! ! !   F O L E Y ! ! !   F O L E Y ! ! !


   F O L E Y ! ! !   F O L E Y ! ! !   F O L E Y ! ! !


FH: What are these fans doing.  They are supporting a poor sport.

CL: Caleb Foley's actions may not be the most honorable has finally
had enough Fred.  He has _ALWAYS_ played everything by the law.  And
where has it gotten him?  It's about time we saw some fire from the
Celtic Crippler!

FH: He needs to be suspended.  This isn't the last you have seen of
Johnny Detson on the issue.

CL: I am counting on it.

[The fans give Caleb Foley another huge pop as he raises his hand in
the center of the ring.  Johnny Detson who has now escaped towards the
entrance way looks back with a look of - "This is far from over."

Cut to elsewhere in the back where Gutch has gotten a bag of chips
from a vending machine and stands outside of a men's room.]

Gutch: Yo, Bubba!  C'mon man, we gotta go get ready for the match now!

*BOOM!*

[And Gutch is creamed straight into the concrete wall!  Slumping down
amid a shower of chips, he has to struggle back up under a rain of
blows from Perry Fontana!  Hitting back, Gutch gets a few shots but
ultimately has his arm grabbed by Fontana.  The attempt at an omoplata
is apparent, but Perry has trouble bringing the gigantic Gutch down.]

Gutch: Perry!  What the *BLEEP*!?  Get off!

[A muffled voice is faintly heard from the bathroom.  Realizing what's
happening, Gutch throws himself on his back to prevent the Omoplata
and boots Perry in the face.  Sitting up, Gutch almost gets to his
feet when Perry dives back on him, getting a headlock and punching
Gutch in his overly thick skull!]

Gutch: Ow!  Ow!  Ow!  Ow!  Ow!  Ow!  Ow!  Ow!  Ow!

Fontana: Take out one of _mine_, Gutch, and I _rip_ out one of YOURS~!

[The Everlasting One applies an armbar to Gutch's limb when suddenly,
from every direction, the PVW security force leaps into action, prying
one Italian off the other.  They may not be able to keep burials or
hangings from occurring, but they can stop the bad guys from getting
their asses beaten. Fontana tries to shake the men off, but his focus
remains on Gutch.]

Fontana: Don't think you got _lucky_, le gros! Got some _girls_ here
to save your skin, ouais, but you KNOW they won't be in the _ring_
with you. And you already know what will happen _then_, don't you?

[Gutch gets to his feet, touches his face, looks at his hand and then
SLAPS the restrained Fontana across the face.]

*SLAP!*

Gutch: Ya think yer bad ya greased-up little midget!?

Fontana: Go ahead, _fatty_. Take your _shots_ while you still have an
ARM to hang flab from, _patetico_ ragazzo GRASSO~!

Gutch: Yeah, I ain't 100% on what you just said, but there's one
Italian word I know that fits the bill!

VENDETTA!

*SLAP!*

[Gutch departs.  Zoom in on the murderous look in Fontana's encircled
eyes.  Cut!]

CL: Perry Fontana is getting revenge for Tom Landis?  What is this
world coming too.

FH: Perry Fontana was born and bred to be a champion Chip.  If it
takes Tom Landis to help him become tag team champions he will pick up
the load and make it happen.

CL: So you are alright with Perry Fontana defending Tom Landis honor?

FH: I've never questioned Perry before why would I start now.

CL: With Tom Landis status in doubt.  Perry Fontana is going to have
to dig deep and find something inside he has never had to use before.
It's going to take more then just skills and talent to win this alone.

FH: Well let's be a little honest Chip.  Tom Landis was his partner.
It's not like he has to replace Gibson Hayes or anything.  I mean
seriously it's Tom Landis.  Emylee or Jessica Marshall could come out
and stand in his corner and he'd have just as much of a shot.

CL: Tom Landis came very close to winning the PVW American
Championship and Blood Bowl.

FH: Blood Bowl was due to riding Fontana's back.

CL: We will agree-to-disagree.  Tom Landis is a well respected veteran
in this industry.  It's hard to know if he will be able to compete
here tonight, but if anyone will be able too after that attack by the
PVW Tag Team Champions it's him.

FH: And I am saying that Tom Landis is a vagina.

CL: Oh brother.  Now that's just not a very nice thing to say.

FH: Would you have rather me said --

[Interpreting.]

CL: NO!

FH: There we go then.

CL: Folks we are moments away from the special Meatgrinder challenge.
We heard from William Craven earlier.  Let's go to Marcus Manson
before we go under way.

FH: Let me save you some time.  He's big ... He's mean ... He's tough
... And he hasn't been pinned.  There now let's get to the match.

CL: All those things are true and Dean Hayes is standing by.

[Dean Hayes stands before the PVW banner with Marcus Manson.]

Dean Hayes: "Ladies and Gentlemen we are moments away from one of the
more unique matches PVW will see this year, and I'm here with Marcus
Manson, who will go up against William Craven. Marcus, any final
thoughts before you head out to face Craven?"

Manson: "Dean, I covered everything on Showcase. Tonight, I am going
to tear William Craven apart. I am going to do everything it takes to
put this demented freak away. If William Craven thinks I give a damn
about his little games, he's even crazier than I thought.

Craven, this is your last chance to forfeit. No one will think any
less of you if you don't come out there tonight, but if you do... Well
Dean, if Craven does show up tonight, let me just tell you that it
will be the last time you see William Craven."

[We cut back to the announcers.]

CL: Strong words from Marcus Manson as we prepare for the Meatgrinder
match.

FH: Meatgrinder sounds like a bad night with a hooker.

[Awkward pause.]

FH: I mean if you are into that sort of thing.

CL: Anyway's moving on.  The ring crew are getting things set up and
the Iron gauntlet is being brought out so you know what that means
Fred.

FH: Party time!

[Fred tries to get a "MEATGRINDER" chant going, but the fans in the
front row blow him off as usual.]

FH: Losers.

CL:  Folks, our next matchup will be the much maligned Meatgrinder
match, chosen by William Craven for his showdown with Marcus
Manson...and honestly, I don't even know where to begin.

FH: Which is why the world is lucky that you don't run in a one man
booth, Chip.  The Meatgrinder is an ultra-violent match.  You've got a
square platform the same size as the ring suspended as a second floor
12 feet above the canvas, with a large hole in the center.  Six feet
above that platform is a weapon...in this case a metal gauntlet.  The
match can't end until someone has pulled that thing down and used it
on their opponent.

There are no DQ's.

There are no Count outs

There is no pinfall

There is no submission.

The only way you can win is by knockout...your opponent has to fail to
answer to a 10 count, and then only AFTER the weapon's been used.

CL: A gruesome match...the amount of damage that could be done to
these athletes is staggering, folks.

FH: Did you miss that it was CRAVEN who made this up?

CL: Well, his opponent is no slouch in bringing violence either, Fred.
Marcus Manson brings out that streak that he continues to brag about
and puts it on the line against the man who took his place inside the
infamous Widowmaker thug gang.

FH: Marcus Manson is just a poor sport.  Magnus Colby and Doc Holliday
didn't have the balls to replace the Misery Machine, but Rick Marley
did.  If you can't get the job done move aside and allow somebody
else.

CL: I think Marcus Manson just took issues that William Craven and
Rick Marley were at one another's throat for TWO years and then all of
a sudden Craven was taking orders and doing the job that Manson was
hand selected for.

FH: Well the scaffold is ready and the gauntlet is hung.

CL: And The Voice is headed inside the ring.

HD: Hailing from Detroit, Michigan. He weighs in tonight at 320 pounds
...

[As Herk begins the introductions, before Craven's music even hits,
Craven comes stumbling out of the back, holding his head with Marcus
Manson close behind him, still in his trenchcoat and holding a dented
steel chair.]

CL: Holy crap!

FH: Looks like Marcus didn't fee like waiting for that pesky
introduction thing to get finished before he went after Craven...he
must be suicidal!

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Phoenix, Arizona - 52nd Street Armory
PVW - RISE FROM THE ASHES II - MEATGRINDER GRUDGE MATCH
Marcus Manson v. William Craven

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

*DING*DING*DING*

CL: The timekeeper's called for the bell, since we don't have any
actual officials for this match.  Craven is probably wishing he'd
thought of a different stipulation at this point, Fred...

FH: Did you just use the words "Craven" and "think" in the same
sentence?  Craven doesn't think, he HURTS people, Chip...

[Manson continues to wail away at Craven with crushing overhanded
chair-shots every time the green skinned freak starts to stand, which
in turns sends Craven stumbling towards the ring each time.]

CL: It's certainly not the easy way, but they're making their way to
ringside...

FH: You think this is bad?  Craven hurts himself more than this
getting out of the shower, Chip.  He's not a normal guy...this is the
sort of man that volunteers to test the muzzle velocity at paintball
ranges to see what the different flavors of paint taste like at
different speeds.

[As Manson winds up for a fifth shot to Craven's head, the green
skinned maniac lunges forward and rakes Manson's eyes with his long
fingernails, causing the Misery Machine to drop his weapon.  Craven
quickly follows up with a head butt that staggers both men slightly,
then pulls the trenchcoat over Manson's head (hockey-fight style) and
starts wailing away on his ribs with closes fists, elbow strikes and
finally a kneelift that puts Manson on his hands and knees on the
floor.]

CL: Craven, quick as a snake turned the tables on Manson and now it's
the Misery Machine's turn to prove how much damage he can take!

FH: Now, you never were in that ring as a wrestler, so you might be
confused, Chip...but the idea is to hurt the OTHER guy, not to show
how much pain you can absorb.

[Manson wraps Craven up and drives a shoulder into the green man's
gut, driving him back into the ring apron...and again...and again.
The air is driven from Craven's lungs as Manson stands up and discards
the trenchcoat, hitting Craven with a series of hard right hands
before tossing him under the bottom rope and into the ring.]

CL: After what could already be called a small war, the wrestlers are
FINALLY in the ring...

FH: You don't need canvas and ropes to hurt a guy, Chip...and these
two are right on top of that fact.

[Craven comes to his feet as Manson enters the ring and the two giants
crash into each other in the middle of the ring, neither man willing
to give an inch as they unload on each other with a series of punches
that would level most other men.  Craven winds up for a big overhand
right giving Manson an opening as the taller man ducks under the punch
and grabs Craven around the middle, arching his back and hitting a
German suplex that finally slows the green man down...]

CL: BIG German by Manson puts Craven down...and Manson drops a couple
of quick knees to Craven's head for good measure.

FH: It'll take more than a that to keep William Craven down.  This guy
is a walking violation of the Geneva Accords, Chip.

[Manson rolls out of the ring and shoves the time keeper out of the
way, grabbing the ring bell and tossing it into the squared circle.]

FH: Looks like Manson feels like picking up a second
paycheck...speaking of which, is that an option, because I think
that...

CL: NO!  Craven's back on his feet as Manson slides in behind him.

FH: I'm betting this'll leave a mark!

[A second German suplex on the slightly dazed Craven sends the
tattooed man crashing back first into the ring bell, much to Manson's
satisfaction.]

FH: Cheers or no, Chip...Manson is still a vicious monster!  If Craven
pulled something like that, you'd be calling for his blood...

CL: Manson is taking advantage of the rules that Craven set up,
Fred...plain and simple.  And Manson is wasting no time as he picks
the ring bell up in both ands and drives it down onto the back of
Craven as he tries to come to his feet.

FH: I know that Craven doesn't really feel pain that well, but there
comes a point when your body has taken such a beating that stuff just
stops working, I don't care how tough you are.

CL: Did that ever happen to you, Fred?

FH: Oh HELL no.  I got outta there WAY before that would have
happened.  How stupid do you think I am?

CL: BACK TO THE ACTION...

[The Misery Machine now has the green skinned freak on his feet.  Not
being intimidated Manson drives the blunt end of his fist into the
side of Craven's skull.  He drives it again only forcing Craven's head
to move sideways slightly.]

FH: I think that's only pissing him off Chip.

CL: Craven is _always_ pissed off.

FH: Good point.

[Manson grabs Craven and begins to drive close range rib shots working
Craven over.  He whips the big man into the ropes and --- ]


"___CRAAAAAAAASH___"


CL: BOTH MEN COLLIDE WITH SHOULDER BLOCKS ...

FH: And neither man really budged.

CL: Craven just snarls ...

FH: Wait was that snot that just shot out of his nose?

CL: I really don't know nor do I care.

FH: The snot shot of doom!  He is green anyways it just blends in.

CL: I may be ill.

FH: Manson didn't even blink ...  I know I fear Craven's boogers.

CL: Manson just connects with a hard right and thank god for that.

[Craven grabs Manson's head and drives his forward smashing it with a
huge head butt that opens up Craven's mid-forehead with the brutal1
impact.  Manson is blinded by the water in his eyes and Craven charges
forward and drops him with a Mafia Kick.  Craven looks above at the
scaffold above.  The gauntlet ... The chaos ... The potential fall ...
The thrill ... It's like a young child on Christmas.]

CL:  And Manson is getting right back up.

FH: Both of these men are known for their high pain tolerance.

[Craven steps back just letting Manson rise to his feet and as he does
... The Motor City Madman shows a little skill mixed in with brutality
by launching into a discuss lariat.]


"___THUUUUMP___"


CL: Manson was hit by surprise there.

FH: How do you not see Craven's big gauntlet of a fist coming?

CL: And Craven just landed a DDT and finally we have some budge going
here.  Craven drags Manson over to the ropes and begins dragging his
face across with a vicious rope burn.

[Manson grabs the eye area from the rope burn as Craven helps him to
his feet and places a hand across Manson's chest and lifts-launching
him backwards _right_ into the turnbuckles corner ... Manson rebounds
out and into an exploder suplex!]


"___THUUUUUUUUUUUD___"


CL: Craven showing some muscle with some skill.  This match was made
to punish, but Craven has a greater goal in mind.  And Manson is only
one step in this plan.  Craven locks Manson's right arm and yanks it
backwards behind Manson's and mounts him from behind.

FH: Craven is like a wild animal.  When he smells blood he goes for
broken bones.  I wouldn't be shocked if he snapped Manson's arm right
here.

[Craven cranks it backwards, but Manson begins to position himself in
breaking the hold.  Craven says - "You think a Champion is made by
streak's?"  And the taunting just fires the Misery Machine up more.]

CL: Manson starting to power out now!  He is moving ... And Craven
hops off and just PUNTS him in the side of the head.

FH: That'll slow ya down.

[Then drops down and begins to have himself a little dinner at the
Misery Machine's expense.]


[CLASSIC CRAVEN EAT HIS F'N FACE POP]


CL: GOOD LORD ... CRAVEN IS BITING DOWN WITH THOSE JAGGED TEETH AND
OPENING THAT FOREHEAD OF MANSON EVEN MORE.

FH: Snot flying and Flesh snack ... Only William Craven.

[Craven leaps off with blood staining his teeth.  He storms through
the ropes and stops to look at the scaffold.  He shakes his head no
and says "not yet".  He then turns and grabs the ring steps and picks
them up and tosses them up and over the ropes and into the ring.]

CL: Craven starting to spice things up a little.

FH: I guess you can say he is starting to turn things into a little
more closer to the Meatgrinder match.

CL: Manson now using the ropes to make it to the ring as he tries to
regain some focus after the unorthodox punishment Craven has been
putting him through in the early going here.

[Craven dives back under the ropes and sets the stairs propped up into
the ring corner and approaches Manson who tosses a jab right into the
jugular.  Craven stumbles back gasping for air.  Manson charges
forward and spears Craven backwards into the corner.  Both men are
backed up into the corner.  Manson drives close range shots as Craven
fights back.  Manson then drives close range forearm shots to daze
Craven into the corner.]

CL: Manson now across from those ring steps that Craven set up ... He
goes for an Irish Whip!



[COUNTER POP]



FH: Craven reverses ...





[DOUBLE COUNTER POP]




CL: And Manson reverses the reversal and Craven is headed full steam!




"___CRAAAAASSSHHH___"




[Craven collides into those ring steps and bounces out and into a
belly-to-back suplex.  Manson now pushing the blood from his face
begins to head towards the corner where the scaffold ladder resides.
Like Craven he then says - "I ain't done with that freak yet." and he
rolls to the outside and grabs a table from underneath the ring and
slides it inside the ring.  He also grabs a steel chair and launches
it up and over the top ropes.]

CL: Manson joining Craven into spicing this match up.

FH: If you don't want to climb the stairway to heaven ... Bring the
hell to you.

[Manson now back inside the ring and he begins setting the table up.]

CL: This could be trouble for William Craven.

FH: What you call trouble for Craven he calls - enjoyment.

CL: Well then he should have a grand ol' time here soon.

[Craven is now on his feet - Manson charges ... into a SPINEBUSTER
...]


"___CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAASH___"


CL: Holy Crap!  Craven just caught the Misery Machine and drove him
_THROUGH_ that table.

FH: With these two men.  You never know what is going to happen!

CL: Craven slow getting up, but he looks on at Manson laying through
the table and mess.  He is dropping down now and he has the Crucifix
Kneebar on the Misery Machine as he lays into the heap mess!

FH: Manson can survive being sent through a table.  That will probably
only slow him down slightly.  However taking the knee out ... Forcing
a limp ... That is going to do a lot more damage in a match like this.

[If Manson was KO'd in the table spot he is awake now due to the
Kneebar.  Craven continues to apply the hold as Manson is reaching ...
He grabs part of the splintered off table and stabs towards Craven.]

FH: He just ... just ... staked Craven ... WHAT THE HELL!

[Okay not really ... This isn't a vampire movie, but he did jam it
into Craven and it did break the hold.]

CL: Hey in a Meatgrinder match you have to do whatever it takes to
survive.

FH: Yeah but _staking_?  Where do we draw the line?

CL: I'm sure William Craven approved.

[Craven might have, but he is now looking a bit angry.  He rubs off
the upper chest/arm area where he was jabbed with the splintered
table.   Manson begins to push himself up now showing a bit of a limp
in that knee.  Craven grabs him and another T-BONE SUPLEX.]


"___THUUUUUUUUUD___"


CL: This is about as mortal as we have seen Marcus Manson.  Perhaps
this once he has finally met his match.

FH: Or since he isn't a Widowmaker anymore he looks like the rest of
those clowns like Doc Holliday.  Actually I think Manson even lost a
few inches.  Before we know it he will be following Doc around holding
his bags and looking up towards Midget Holliday.  That's of course
some where else since he won't have a PVW career after tonight.

CL: Craven now has the ring steps that he tossed inside the ring
earlier and he is walking towards Manson ...


"___CRUUUUNCH___"


"___CRUUUUNCH___"


"___CRUUUUNCH___"


[And Craven just drills Manson across the mid-back over-and-over.
Finally Manson drops back down to his stomach and Craven places the
ring steps over Manson.  He then begins to walk up the steps as they
were intended to be for and begins LEAPING up in the air and back down
ontop of them.]


"___CLAAAAANG___"


"___CLAAAAANG___"


"___CLAAAAANG___"


"___CLAAAAANG___"


CL: Craven is _flattening_ Marcus Manson now!  He slowly steps off and
looks at Manson who has a bloody red mask on ... And for perhaps the
first time appears to be motionless.

FH: Some "Streak".  You want to know the nice things about streaks
Chip?

CL: What's that Fred?

FH: They are made to be broken!

[Craven steps off the chaos and begins to head towards the ladder to
the scaffold that's connected to the ring.  The camera turns and shows
a over-view of things.  The Iron Gauntlet swings waiting to be
unattached and used as a weapon of destruction.]

CL: Craven making a move for it.  And Manson has began shuffling.
Craven looks down as Manson is now reaching his feet.  He is just
above the turnbuckles ... About 10 feet in the air.

FH: Craven has that look in his eyes.  He isn't going to climb anymore
...

[And Fred was right.  He leaps towards Manson instead, but Manson
reaches up with that steel chair near by and swings it --- ]




"___KAAAAAAATHUUUUUUUUUUUD___"




[BONE CRUSHING POP!!!!]




CL: HOLY MOLY !!!  Marcus Manson acted as if he was Albert Puljos and
just drilled Craven with that Steel chair that is now mangled and bent
to shreds!

FH: And Craven is out for the count.

[Manson stumbles around and notices that Craven is laid flat on the
ground.  He begins to climb the ropes himself and he leaps down
landing with a big vicious double stomp.  Craven rolls over holding
his skull.  The Misery Machine then begins to pull the Motor City
Madman to his feet and whips him across catching him with a big Samoan
Drop and drops Craven right across those ring steps that has been
lingering by.]


"___CLAAAAAAAANG___"


CL: We are going to need new ring steps after this match is done.

FH: It's become the weapon of choice here in the early going.

CL: Early going?  I'm not sure how much more either one of these two
men can last and they haven't even started to climb the Scaffold yet.
And now Manson is calling for the Heart Punch.

FH: He wants to prove his is better.

[Craven slowly pushing himself up and turns _RIGHT_ into the Heart
Punch.]




[HUGE FINISHER POP!!!]


CL: HE DRILLED CRAVEN RIGHT INTO THE HEART!  CRAVEN CRUMBLES!  CRAVEN
IS MORTAL!

FH: Manson uhh I guess did it?

CL: Well he still has to climb that Scaffold and grab the gauntlet.
However Craven is down and that can serve for quite a bit of climbing
time.

[Manson however isn't interested in climbing.  He is calling for a
_second_ Heart Punch.  The fans love it and they call for Craven's
demise!]

CL: It appears that Manson is looking to do more then just win this
match.

FH: He is going to attempt to do what no man has ever done.  That's
put an end to William Craven.

[Manson begins to yank up Craven, but as he does a handful of powder
from Craven's tights are tossed into the face of the Misery Machine
totally blinding him.]

CL: A move out of Rick Marley's book!

FH: Craven did chase Marley down for two years!

[Manson stumbles backwards and is just taken down with a roaring elbow
as Craven also drops to his knees still trying to catch his breathe
and focus from that brutal Heart Punch.  Craven then drops and rolls
to the outside and goes under the ring again.  This time he pulls
something out and the camera zooms in and notices - a Coal Miners
Glove.]

CL: What the heck is this.  I thought the Coal Miner's glove was
scratched from this match and replaced by an Iron Gauntlet.

FH: Apparently Craven wanted _BOTH_ involved.

[Craven now back in the ring still slow getting to his feet.  Manson
now is up unknowingly what is ahead of him.  He still is wiping that
powder from his eyes and as his vision.  And his vision is further
blurred as that big Coal Miners Glove comes firing across!]


[WATCH OUT POP!!!]


"___SMAAAAAACK___"


CL: MANSON WAS JUST DROPPED INSTANTLY!  We have now been through
twenty three minutes of pure brutality and hell!

FH: That's like forty five minutes for most men.

[Craven removes the gauntlet and holds it now like a hammer and begins
slamming it down on Manson over-and-over.  Manson spazzes a bit with
each and every shot.  And Finally Craven tosses the Coal Miners Glove
aside.  Craven finally turns and begins to head towards the scaffold.]

CL: Manson is down on the mat and William Craven is headed back up
that ladder and slowly climbing.

FH: It's going to take Manson quite some time to find his way to his
feet now.

[Craven now headed up that ladder.  And the crowd gives a nice roar as
the Misery Machine has risen to his feet. Manson sees the coal miners
glove and grabs it and glares at Craven.]

CL: You have to give Manson props.  He has survived a table...  Been
beaten down with ring steps.  Hit with a chair ... Powder in his eyes
... And punished with a Coal Miners Glove.  But the Misery Machine is
getting back up!

FH: Don't forget Craven's snot of doom.

CL: How could I forget.

FH: I never questioned Manson's toughness.  I just questioned how
smart the guy was.

[Craven now near the top of the scaffold as Manson is just making his
way to the bottom.  Craven looks towards the opposite end where the
pole extends up where the Iron Gauntlet hangs off.  Instead of heading
that way he tells Manson to - "Hurry up and get your ass up here!"]

CL: AND CRAVEN WANTS TO FIGHT ON THE SCAFFOLD!

[Manson makes his way up as Craven begins to stomp on the scaffold ...
Finally Manson makes it to the top and both men are finally fifteen
feet in the air above the ring.  The Iron Gauntlet hangs waiting to be
removed and both men begin heading towards one another.]

FH: Craven is a mad man Chip.  Look at him clawing away at Manson.

[Both men fight for footing and positioning up on the scaffold.
Manson pushed Craven backwards, but he gains his footing before
falling off the edge.  Manson lifts Craven up and backdrops him right
over and right on the scaffold shaking the scaffold like crazy, as the
scaffold shakes Manson drops the coal miner's glove.]


[WHOA POP!!!]


CL: That was close!  Manson out of nowhere regained footing and lifted
Craven up and over with a back body drop.  Lucky for Craven there was
enough room for him to land _on_ the scaffold.

FH: Every move is dangerous now.  One misstep and a career could be
finished.

CL: Manson drops down on Craven's chest and begins tossing hard rights
and lefts.

[The camera picks up a close up of the bloody face of Manson. Snarling
with saliva mixed in with dry blood driving the blunt end of his fist
down.  Craven tries to use his positioning to lifts Manson off, but
there just isn't enough room on the scaffold. Manson sees the coal
miner's glove from the corner of his eye and reaches for creating just
enough space for Craven to slip out from under Manson. Manson slips
the coal miners glove onto his hand as hand as Craven stands to his
feet.]

CL: Craven rushing forward and Manson catches his foot.

[Manson stands to his feet, maintaining his grip on the leg of Craven.
Manson takes the coal miners glove and drives it squarely into the
knee of William Craven who screams in pain as Manson slams it into his
knee a second time. Manson drops the leg of Craven ...]

CL: Manson drops Craven with a vicious clothesline!

[The bloody Manson grabs Craven pulling him to his feet.]

CL: ACE CRUSHER! He just nailed Craven with the three-quarter nelson
cutter!

[William Craven sprawls out on his stomach as Manson looks at the
ceiling of the arena, the scaffold swinging wildly.]

CL: Manson holding onto the scaffold for a few moments.

FH: Like you wouldn't.

CL: Didn't say that at all.

[As the scaffold slowly stops moving as much Marcus Manson stand to
his feet and he crowd begins to roar as he stares at the iron
gauntlet.]

CL: Marcus Manson making his way towards the gauntlet!

FH: And he is moving gingerly along the scaffold hoping that it
doesn't sway more than it has to.

CL: Manson is getting close to that Iron Gauntlet.  You can see the
look in his eyes.  All the mind games.  All the torture that Craven
has put him through.

FH: Cry me a river Chip.  Manson has picked and bruised men for ages.

[Manson reaches for the gauntlet but the scaffold suddenly shifts and
Manson spins around seeing Craven on his knees and pushing himself to
his feet.]

CL: The look in Manson eyes tell it all! He can't understand how
Craven is back up and he takes a step towards Craven ...

[Craven pushes himself to his feet and charges spearing Manson! The
crowd roars in fear as Manson and Craven dangle near the edge of the
scaffold.]

CL: Oh this can't be good. Both men are dangerously near the edge!

[Craven drives a right hand to the bloody face of Manson and Manson
rolls to the side forcing Craven to grab the edge and protect himself
from falling off. Both men try to position themselves onto the
scaffold to prevent themselves from falling.]

FH: What the hell was Craven thinking when he picked this match!

CL: Manson now lifting that big Coal Miners.  If he can get a shot
with it ... This could begin to spell the end of Craven.

[Manson swings, but the weight of the glove drags the speed down and
Craven ducks under.  He drops down with a jaw-jarring jaw breaker!
Manson now is the one playing the balancing-act as he stumbles
backwards.]

CL: Manson hanging on ... All Craven has to do is breathe on him and
he would fall over.

FH: However Craven has his eyes on that gauntlet.

[Like a kid in a candy shop he turns looking up at the gauntlet.  He
stumbles towards the pole and he begins to work his way to that Iron
Gauntlet.]

CL: Manson is right there, but Craven turns and Manson runs right into
a Mafia Kick!

FH: Bad timing by the Misery Machine.

[Craven now turns his attention towards the Gauntlet.  He begins
working to unstrap it ...]





[NOOO THIS ISN'T GOOD HEEL POP!]




CL: CRAVEN'S GOT THE GAUNTLET!  HE'S GOT THAT GLOVE, AND HE'S READY TO
USE IT!

FH: Business is about to pick up...both men are up there on that
thing, and it's swinging all over the place...

CL: Manson is back on his feet as Craven puts on the glove...look at
his face, he's deranged, Fred!

FH: This being a day of the week ending in "y", yes...yes he is...

CL: Craven sees Manson and charges...

THOOM...


CRASH...

CL and FH: OH MY GOD!

[Craven charged at Manson, who ducked low under the attempted
roundhouse that would have taken his head off and instead planted
Craven with a STIFF flapjack spinebuster on the suspended
platform...unfortunately the move was more than the platform could
handle as it collapsed under the impact, spilling both men AND the
wreckage twelve feet to the canvas below.]

CL: I...I don't see anyone moving...

FH: Moving nothing, I don't see anyone BREATHING..not after that!

[Both men lie exhausted on the mat amidst the rubble.  Bloodied and
bruised, their chests rise and fall furiously, drawing a grimace from
Manson each time...and the officials start the count...]

1....



2....


3....


4...


5...


6...

CL: Will we go to a draw?

FH: CAN we got to a draw?

7...

CL: Craven is up...he's climbing up the rope, leaning hard against it,
but he's up...

8...

9...

FH: NO!

CL: YES!  Manson dug down deep and answered the 10 count...he's still
alive...

FH: Honestly, only very technically at this point...

CL: Manson flexes that Coal Miner's glove as Craven is doubled over on
the ropes...Craven holds up his hand..

FH: OH God...he thinks he's won!

CL: He does...Manson's stalking him, picking his way through the
rubble...

FH: Turn around, you doof!

[Manson staggers slightly as he hits some uneven footing and Craven's
head snaps around...followed by the rest of him in a MASSIVE right
hook, complete with the gauntlet that catches Manson in mid stumble
right on his temple...and puts the big man down on the canvas.]

CL: NO!

FH: YES!

[Craven glares down at Marcus Manson who eyes appear to be glazed over
after that strike from the gauntlet. Craven with a sadistic half grin
as he slowly begins to pull the gauntlet off of his hand.]


1...


2...


CL: And look at Craven...what's he doing?

FH: He's not done yet, Chip...he wants to make sure Manson STAYS down
this time...

3...


4...


CL: Oh no...he's thrown the gauntlet down on the rubble behind Manson.

[The referee stops the count as William Craven reaches down and pulls
Marcus Manson back to his feet.]

CL: THERE'S THE DOUBLE CHOKE...

FH: DO IT!

CL: THUNDERMELTER!  THUNDERMELTER ONTO THE GAUNTLET...MANSON WAS JUST
DRIVEN DOWN INTO THAT, AND I THINK WE'RE GONNA NEED MEDICAL ATTENTION!

FH: You just figured that out now, did you?

[William Craven stares down at the broken wood, broken cables and the
prone figure of Marcus Manson covered under bits of wood.


1...


2...


3...


4...


CL: And Marcus Manson is still motionless in the ring as Craven just
stands there with that sick, sick grin on his face.


5...


6...

FH: It looks like Craven is licking his lips!

[The crowd roars as there seems to be some movement from Marcus
Manson.]


7...


CL: Is Manson moving?

FH: It seems it!

[Manson moves his right arm ever so slightly.]


8...


FH: It's to little to late though!


9...


10....


FH: He's undefeated no more! The Bloodbowl two champion ends the
streak!

*DING*DING*DING*

HD: Ladies and gentlemen your winner...





! ! ! WILLIAM                 CRAVEN ! ! !






[GROANING BOO'S ... ANYONE BUT THIS FREAK JEERS!]



CL: Medical attention comes rushing to the ring to tend to Marcus
Manson who is still down in the center of the ring. I'm surprised he
was even able to move his arm after that match!

FH: These two men are both beasts Chip and the beatings they took
might be the worst they have ever had inside the square circle.

[William Craven drops to one knee and exhales deeply as a few members
of the medical team try to get close enough to check on him.]

CL: Both men are sure to have injuries tonight I wonder just how
serious they will be though!

FH: Manson has to in some pain.  Look at Craven even he is limping and
is shaken up a bit.  That is very un-Craven like.

CL: In stips like these even the toughest of warriors look like you-
and-me.

FH: Well let's be honest nobody quite looks like you.

CL: Too kind as always my partner.

[Camera catches Craven now heading up the aisle way.  Bloody and a bit
beaten down, but a sadistic smile sits across his face.  What's next
for the Motor City Madman?]

CL: Craven has to be gearing himself up for a future title shot Fred.
He has now won the Blood Bowl II and ended Marcus Manson's streak. I'd
guess he is easily one of the two-or-three top contenders in the
league as we stand.

FH: Dang how long did it take you to come to that conclusion.  I have
been saying this for a year now.  You can't keep William Craven away
from the title for long.

CL: Perhaps that's what that smile was all about.

FH: Either that or he just had one hell of a time.  Craven enjoys
chewing on faces ... Smashing skulls with Gauntlet's ... And placing
men through tables.  It's like these morons in the stands having a
nice quiet night out.  Tonight was _relaxing_ for William Craven.

CL: That's an odd way of looking at it.

FH: Hey I never said William Craven was right in the head.  However I
wouldn't want to be his next target.

CL: No body wants to be a William Craven target.  We have officials
and ring crew now cleaning up the chaos so we can continue folks.

[The camera pans around the front row to Dean Hayes sitting next to an
in-shape man in his mid thirties, smiling and chewing gum as the fans
begin to cheer loudly. He's wearing a black "iCON" t-shirt over a pair
of gray slacks and his short brown hair is gelled out in all different
directions. He waves to the fans as Dean smiles and nods and raises a
microphone]

DH: Ladies and gentlemen, I'm here with the Cruiserweight Icon and
LATEST PHOENIX VALLEY WRESTLING SIGNEE... ASH!

[Face Pop]

DH: AsH, tell us what you think of the action here, tonight.

AsH: I'm just amazed, man. The level of talent here, top to bottom...
blows my last company out of the water. These guys come out and just
give it everything, start to finish.

DH: Well, word got out this week that you had signed on and will be
debuting after the Pay Per View. What are your thoughts, as you move
forward and get ready to enter a new talent pool for the first time in
over four years?

AsH: Well, I gotta find my water wings... because this talent pool is
real deep. I just hope I can swim, even with the little fish and make
a name for myself. As far as the word getting out, well, I guess the
leak had his reasons. To be honest, though, I'm just shocked that
people even care.

I mean, being a Shootfire legend is kind of like winning the
Attendance Award in Elementary School, right?

[Dean chuckles as AsH smiles and smacks his gum a few more times]

DH: Any requests for a first opponent?

AsH: Um, whoever has the worst record really. If you could find a guy
who's maybe missing a limb and has depth perception issues, that'd be
great. Oh, and a hypoglycemic. Maybe then I could keep up.

But really, I just hope to put on a show for these great fans. PHOENIX
VALLEY WRESTLING! CAN YOU FEEL IT?!

[The Crowd Cheers as AsH stands and takes a small bow. He starts
clapping his hands and chanting "PVW! PVW! PVW!" Right along with the
fans]

"PVW! PVW! PVW!"

CL: Wow .. This night continues to get better.  AsH may be unfamiliar
to some around these parts, but he has been very successful around the
globe.  His exciting style of wrestling mixed in with his charismatic
humor.

FH: Let me stop you there.  Did he say wrestling's "naughty" word that
starts with an S?

CL: What Shoo-

FH: AAAAAHH ... People get "SHOT" there.

CL: Oh right.  Well anyway's it's great to have AsH inside the PVW.

FH: For him this has to be like hitting the lottery.  Or finally
getting asked out by the hot chick.

CL: He sounded pretty excited to be here.

FH: Well at least he doesn't have to go around wearing bullet-proof
vest's anymore.

CL: We are excited to see some of this new blood pop up.  Both AsH and
the Biz are well respected well traveled veteran's in this industry.

FH: Don't forget about nevermind!

CL: How could anyone forget after showing up digging through trash
cans and then attacking one of PVW's most respected wrestlers on the
roster - Chris Hartt.

FH: It was a statement that nevermind does what he has always done.
Whatever he wants too.  I have seen this guy first hand Chip.  Trust
me he doesn't play nice.

CL: I got that feeling already.  Tonight has already been one for the
record books.  With our live Pre Show and the events that have
unfolded already tonight.

FH: And it's time for some TAG TEAM WRESTLING!

CL: That it is Fred.  PVW has been a hot bed for tag team wrestling.
We have seen many great teams run through the PVW from the Wild Cards
to Prophets of Rage to PAIN to Team Canada to even our current tag
team champions.

FH: That are unbeatable.

CL: There appears to be some dissension in the ranks as Bubba is
taking Livestock's place tonight.  However Tom Landis still hasn't
been medically cleared either.  So what appeared to be a cut and dry
fatal four way match has turned into a bit of an enigma.

[We cut to Herk Douglas inside the ring.]

[The radio edit of "Temptation" by the Tea Party thrashes the speakers
with a heavy, introductory drum beat as the video screens are set
ablaze in a sea of undulating flames.]

HD: ... Their opponents, at a total weight of 494 pounds...

[After a quick drum break, bass, guitar and synths all chime in to
produce the song's main riff, just as wall of pyros explodes along the
edge of the stage.]

~~FWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH!~~

HD: ... from Montreal, Quebec, Canada...
... "The Everlasting"... Perry... Fooontana~!...

[The blaze subsides, and flames around the stage die down, revealing
but one silhouette standing at the entrance. The man's head, as
always, is covered by the hood of his orange, red and gold boxer's
robe.]

HD: ... and his partner, from Chicago, Illinois
... "Hellraiser"... Tom Landis~!...

[No one joins Perry Fontana, but as the song veers into the first
chorus, more pyros explode around him, obfuscating his alienation.]

# Temptation
# Temptation

HD: ... together they are...
EEEEEVERLASTING HEEEEEEEEELLLLLLL~!

# Drowning in a sea of rage
# I taste the embrace
# Helpless as it steals my soul
# I've lost all control

[The Everlasting One stomps down the aisle, aloof to both fans and
opponents as he circles the ring to reach the other side of the
squared circle.]

# Temptation
# It never lets me down
# Temptation
# One foot in the ground

[Perry "Le Phenix" Fontana slips under the bottom rope and tramples
across the ring until he stands squarely in the middle of it.  In a
swift gesture, he rips off his robe as the ring posts explode!]

~~SFOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH!~~

# We exist in a world where the fear of illusion is real
# And we cling to the past to deny and confuse the ideal
# Once inside, we can conceive and believe in a god we can't feel
# I can't feel it
# I can't feel it
# I can't feel

[Fontana's built like a lumberjack, not a physique with chicken-fried
skin to be squeezed in a tiny speedo, gracing the cover of a muscle
mag, but a body trained to dominate in a ring, robust and calloused.
This is the man that stands in the center of the ring, alone and
defiant.]

CL: And Perry Fontana is on his own as it appears Uncle Jack is
staying in the back with Tom Landis.

# Destined by a fate so cruel
# And drugged to delight
# Laughing as these lies unfold
# I've lost all control

[Nestled between the largest muttonchops seen in America since the
Civil War, below a luxuriant head of handsome black hair, and over a
recognizably dimpled chin, Fontana's dark, piercing gaze defies anyone
to even try to measure up to him, simultaneously giving the distinct
impression such an attempt would assuredly be a doomed venture from
the very start.]

# Temptation
# It never lets me down
# Temptation
# One foot in the ground

FH: Alone or not, Fontana's the toughest technician around, Chip. So
long as he forgets all of that corny stuff his uncle has been feeding
him recently, he'll school every man in that ring.

CL: I don't think anyone could do that, the odds are too stacked
against him. The Prophets of Rage have been around for years, Sal and
Max form the most electrifying new tag team we've seen in years, and
Lives-... I mean... Gutch and Bubba... you can't take them lightly.
Literally!

# Temptation
# You satisfy my soul
# Temptation
# I've lost all control


HD: And his opponents being accompanied to the ring by Pizzazz
Elysee... Weighing at a combined weight of five hundred and seventy
three pounds... Shadoe Rage and Derek Rage...

!!! 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.

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.]

FH: These guys _always_ mean business.   They have been hungry to
regain those PVW tag team championship titles and you can bet tonight
they have their eyes set on doing just that.

CL: The Prophets have been the tag division's gateway.  There have
been a lot of teams sent packing after facing the Prophets.

FH: Hopefully Max and Sal joins that list here tonight.


HD: And their opponents... Introducing first from New York City.  They
are known as the tag team of Max and Sal ...


!!! Max Weinrib and Salih Mubarak !!!

["Rock the Casbah" by the Clash rocks the PA system.  They emerge as
usual dressed like the duo in ‘Rock the Casbah'; Sheikh and Orthodox
Rabbi.  The fans love the easy going and fun loving duo as they slap
hands on their way to ring side.]

CL: Speaking of Max and Sal!  The fans love them!

FH: They are just cheering for the thought of the Prophets of Rage
destroying them.
HD: And finally...

[Herk pauses and presses his earpiece to more clearly hear what's
being said to him.  His eyes widen as "Fight the Power" by Public
Enemy fires up over the PA system.]

#1989 the number another summer, get down,#
#sound of the funky drummer.#
#Music hittin' your heart, 'cause I know you got soul,#
#brothers and sisters.#

[Out from the back, each wearing black riding caps, dark sunglasses
and shirts depicting the black power fist, come a pair of titanic
men.]

#Listen if you're missin' y'all,#
#Swingin' while I'm singin'.#
#Givin' whatcha gettin',#
#knowin' what I know and,#

HD: They weigh in at a combined 830 pounds...

#While the black bands sweatin',#
#and the rhythm rhymes rollin'.#
#Got to give us what we want,#
#gotta give us what we need.#

HD: This is the team of Gutch Bartilucci and Warren "Big Bubba"
Hayes...

#Our freedom of speech is freedom or death,#
We've got to fight the powers that be

[As the music continues to play Perry Fontana rushes out of the ring
and drives a double axe handle to the side of Gutch's head.]

CL: And Fontana is starting right where he left off from earlier in
the Pay Per View as he is still looking for revenge for Tom Landis.

FH: I can't believe he is looking for revenge! I mean not even two
weeks ago he was paying Livestock and The Gutch to do what Gutch
completed tonight.

#Lemme hear you say,#
#fight the power!#
#Lemme hear you say,#
#fight the power!#

[Fontana drives a right hand to the side of Gutch's head but the
mountain of a man isn't phased in the slightest. He fires of a right
hand that Fontana ducks and Fontana with another right and a left and
he follows up with a kick to the gut ...]

FH: HAHA! Fontana's foot is stuck and Guth drills him with a right and
a left and now Bubba catches the reeling Fontana with a lariat!

[Fontana slumps to the concrete as Bubba and Gutch's music finally
ends. As the music cuts, both men rip their shirts off revealing
matching black singlets with just one strap going over one shoulder.
If one weren't white (although deeply tanned) they might look like
twins! Gutch looks at Fontana for a second before driving a series of
stomps into the chest of Fontana. Bubba and Gutch climb onto the ring
apron as Fontana slowly pushes his way to his feet.]

FH: This revenge streak of Fontana is not the smartest idea he's ever
had. He sacrificed his own welfare there to get a few cheap shots at
Gutch and look what happens. He needs to focus if he hopes to walk out
with the PVW Tag Championship here tonight.

CL: Fontana is at a huge disadvantage Fred as his partner is on the
shelf!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Phoenix, Arizona - 52nd Street Armory
PVW - RISE FROM THE ASHES II - FATAL FOURWAY PVW TAG CHAMPIONSHIP
Everlasting Hell v. Prophets of Rage v. Max & Sal v. Bubba & The Gutch

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


*DING*DING*DING*


[Sal leaps off the ring apron and quickly hustles to the front row as
Gutch tells Bubba he'll start off the match. Perry Fontana pulls
himself under the bottom rope and into the ring.]

FH: Looks like Fontana is going to start this match against The Gutch.

[Fontana points at The Gutch and charges forward running into the
mountain with a shoulder block. Fontana drops to the mat but is
quickly back to his feet again and The Gutch dares Fontana to try that
again. Fontana rushes off the far side ropes and charges back towards
The Gutch who steps forward extends his arm, Fontana ducks the
clothesline attempt and rebounds off of the other ropes he leaps ...]

FH: And Gutch catches Fontana's body press attempt ... Fontana is not
thinking right at the moment at all.

[The Gutch laughs as he holds Fontana in the air. Sal is back on the
ring apron and begins to call The Gutch over. The Gutch turns towards
sal and sees that he is waving a popcorn container at him. The Gutch
smirks as he tosses Fontana to the mat and begins to head towards
Sal.]

FH: Ah man is The Gutch going to get bribed into laying down?

[Bubba enters the ring and grabs The Gutch by the shoulder and the two
men argue for a few moments as Sal continues to offer the popcorn, The
Gutch once again begins to walk to Sal. Sal hands the popcorn to The
Gutch and Bubba rushes forward and catches Sal with a nasty elbow
sending the man from the apron to the floor.]

FH: Apparently Sal didn't get a large enough tub of popcorn for them
to split.

[The Gutch laughs as he eats some popcorn but Fontana clips the knee
of the super heavyweight and begins to stomp the knee he just
clipped.]

CL: How sad The Gutch just dropped his popcorn all over the canvas.

[Fontana winds up and slams a right hand into the head of The Gutch
before he grabs the arm and twists it with an arm wringer. Perry
Fontana then drives the point of his elbow into the shoulder of The
Gutch.]

CL: And the self proclaim master of the armbar is going to work on the
big man's arm.

[Fontana then yanks the arm trying to pull it out of it's socket.
Fontana screams this is for Tom as he drives his own shoulder into the
Gutch's shoulder and he quickly yanks the arm again causing The Gutch
to take his free and grab the shoulder in pain.]

CL: Fontana causing pain in the big man's arm ...

FH: You really are captain obvious aren't you.

[The Gutch reaches up and rakes the eyes of Fontana, who releases the
arm allowing The Gutch to get to his feet. Uncle Jack screams at
Fontana to duck but the warning is a split second off as The Gutch
drives a right hand into the side of Fontana's head.]

CL: And The Gutch grabs the arm of Fontana and whips him hard into the
corner.

[The Gutch reaches down and picks up a handful of the popcorn and eats
it as the crowd just moans in disgust. The Gutch shrugs his shoulders
to their reaction before running forward ...]


"___SSSQQQUUUAAASSSHHH___"


CL: And Fontana crushed into the corner by Gutch's charging avalanche.

FH: I swear the ring moved six inches there!

[The Gutch tags in Bubba who goes to the far corner. The Gutch walks
towards Bubba and grabs his arm.]

CL: What is The Gutch thinking right now?

[The Gutch Irish whips Bubba across the ring ...]

FH: Say good-bye to Fontana!

[As Bubba comes in with a head of steam Fontana stumbles to the side a
split second before Bubba slams chest first into the corner.]

CL: And Bubba driven into the corner stomach first ...

FH: Chest.

CL: Yeah right.

[The Gutch grabs his head in shock as Fontana grabs the bottom rope
and pulls himself to his feet. Bubba stumbles out of the corner and
glares at The Gutch for a moment before focusing at the task on hand.]

FH: Four hundred pounds of padding prevent Bubba from really being
affected by the impact.

[Fontana turns to face Bubba who charges forwards and shoulder blocks
him to the mat. Bubba quickly grabs the arm of Fontana pulling him to
his feet and whips him into the ring ropes and catches him as he
rebounds off of the ropes and slams him hard into the mat. Bubba
rushes to the far side ropes ...]

FH: And the ring moves two inches as the massive girth hits the ropes.

CL: Has Bubba ever run the ropes before ...

[Bubba clumsily leaps over the prone figure of Perry Fontana.]

FH: Going to say no! And Bubba hits the ropes again and I think the
ring is back to where it started tonight.

[Bubba leaps into the air ...]

CL: Holy crap he's trying for a senton!  Fontana could use Tom Landis
right about now.

FH: Nobody _ever_ needs Tom Landis.

[Perry Fontana rolls out of the way at the last second and Bubba slams
into the mat back first. As he stares up at the lights Perry sits next
to Bubba and leg scissors the right arm of Bubba. Fontana then grabs
hold of the wrist of the arm, pulling it upwards, causing hyper-
extension of the shoulder and elbow.]

FH: ACK!  Watching that makes my stomach ill.

[Bubba yelling at Fontana - "Let go of me Cracka!"]

FH: What did Bubba just say?

CL: Something we aren't going to repeat.  We have been in enough
trouble in the past year.

[Fontana continues to do what he does best and make grown men scream.]

FH: Bubba's joint's are making noises I didn't even know were
possible.  Or is that The Gutch's stomach?

[Shadoe Rage grabs the top rope and sling shots himself into the ring
driving a leg across the throat of Perry Fontana. Fontana releases the
arm bar as Max Kelly ushers Shadoe back to the corner.]

CL: Shadoe Rage making sure that Bubba didn't submit there.

[Perry Fontana grabs his throat as Bubba pushes himself to his feet
and grabs his arm in pain. The Gutch screams for him to get to his
feet and make a tag. Bubba pushes himself to his knees and is meet by
a charging knee to the head from Fontana.]

FH: I'm not sure that knee really has an effect on Bubba cause
let's be honest how many brains does he have in his head to be
rattled?

[Fontana grabs the arm of Bubba and begins to wrap it around his leg
...]

CL: Fontana looking for a figure four arm bar ...

[The Gutch though enters the ring and grabs Fontana by the head and
tosses him to the far side ropes. Fontana rebounds off but not before
Sal makes the blind tag. Max Kelly signals the tag as Perry Fontana
dropkicks The Gutch in the knee cutting him down like a tree.]

CL: Fontana trying to grab The Gutch but Max Kelly grabs him telling
him Sal is the legal man.

[Fontana exits the ring cursing at Sal for tagging himself in. The
Gutch is on all fours as Sal runs in and leaps off of his back and
dropkicks Bubba.]

CL: And Sal uses The Gutch as his own personal launching pad!

[Bubba staggers into the ropes and Shadoe Rage slaps him on the back
tagging himself into the ring. The crowd explodes as Sal and Shadoe
face off. The two men lock up in the center of the ring and Sal is
able to push Shadoe into the ropes, Sal quickly shifts to a side head
lock, yet Shadoe Rage pushes him off to the far side ropes.]

CL: Sal rebounds off of the ropes and slides under the legs of Shadoe
Rage.

[Sal is quick to his feet and reaches up grabbing the back of rage's
head and drops to the mat connection with a modified neckbreaker. Sal
is quickly to his feet and drops an elbow into the heart of Shadoe
Rage; Sal doesn't hesitate a moment as he rolls to his feet and pulls
Shadoe up.]

CL: Sal is taking it to Shaode Rage tonight! DDT!

[Salih spikes Shadoe into the mat skull first and rolls him over for
the cover.]


!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!


[Fontana stomps the side of Sal's head breaking the pinfall up. Sal
glares at Fontana who walks to the ring apron.]

CL: Those two have had some lets say disagreements lately.

FH: Perry just doesn't like Sal ... hell if you're name isn't Fontana,
Perry just doesn't like you. Ask Tom Landis.

[Sal is too his feet, heads to the corner and begins to climb to the
top rope. sal reaches down and tags in Max as Shadoe gets back to his
feet Sal leaps ...]

CL: The Dirge! Shadoe superkicks Sal as he was attempting a double axe
handle. And Shadoe dropping down for the cover.

FH: Too bad for him Max is the legal man!

[Max grabs Shadoe by the back of he head and quickly locks on a full
nelson. Max hoists Shadoe up and slams him into the mat back first.]

CL: And Max drives Shadoe into the mat with that full nelson slam.

FH: I have to admit Max and Sal are looking strong here right now as
Max pulls Shadoe to his feet and whips him into the far side ropes.

[Max Kelly signals that Perry Fontana has made the tag as Max rushes
in and catches Shadoe with a clothesline as he rebounds off of the
ropes. Fontana climbs to the top rope as Sal screams for Max to watch
out for Fontana.]

CL: Max turning around.

FH: But too late as Fontana's double axe handle finds its mark.

CL: Fontana looking good right as he seems to be trying to pick his
spots.

[Fontana pulls Weinrib to his feet by the right arm and pulls him in
for a short arm clothesline but Max ducks under it slipping behind
Fontana and grabs him with a waist lock.]

CL: Max powering Fontana over with a German suplex. Max rolls over to
his feet and grabs hold of the bottom rope and The Gutch tags himself
in.

[Max slams his fist to the mat realizing The Gutch is now legal. The
Gutch pulls Fontana to his feet and whips him to the ropes, as Fontana
rebounds the Gutch rushes forward and leaps ...]

FH: And The Gutch displaying his massive four inch vertical as he
levels Fontana with a BIG Lou Thesz press.

CL: Big?

FH: Well it was that or saying he hit him with a mass of lard.

[The Gutch looks down at "Il Eterno" and begins strangle him with both
hands.]

FH: The Gutch with his mounted throttling choke ... that's just sounds
so wrong to say.

[Perry Fontana's head is being slammed into the mat with severe force.
His eyes appear to be glazing over from the force of the impact and
the four hundred and five pounds sitting upon his chest.]

FH: I think Fontana is turning blue!

[Max Kelly has a hold of The Gutch's shoulder and is trying to break
the hold but he just can't move the massive man who slams Fontana's
head into the mat once more.]

CL: Max Kelly is beginning the count for him to break the hold and
with each number he screams The Gutch slams Fontana's head into the
mat.

[As Max Kelly reaches four The Gutch loosens his grab slightly and
Fontana grabs a hold of The Gutch's wrist applying a wristlock.]

CL: Fontana slipping on a wristlock and he's using the pain he's
inflicting to move The Gutch off of him.

[Fontana wraps his legs around The Gutch's head as he faces The Gutch.
He then grabs one the left arm of The Gutch and wrenches in backwards,
causing pressure on the shoulder and elbow of the Gutch.]

CL: And somehow Fontana goes from being throttled to death to locking
on a headscissors armbar!

FH: Armbars armbars armbars ... everywhere you look Fontana has an
armbar hidden.

[The Gutch screams in pain as Fontana continues to pull at the arm.
Max Kelly drops down and asks The Gutch if he submits; The Gutch
mutters no as Derek Rage steps over the top rope and grabs Perry
Fontana by the throat. Max Kelly screams for Derek to release the hold
and get out of the ring. As Derek holds the throat of Fontana, Fontana
is forced to release the hold.]

CL: Fontana releasing the armbar but Derek Rage pulls Fontana into the
air ...

FH: And for some unknown reason The Gutch drill Derek with a head butt
to the back making him drop Fontana.

[Derek spins around and the Gutch catches him with a thumb to the eye.
As Derek staggers back The Gutch tags in Bubba. The Gutch drives a
head butt into Fontana and whips him towards Bubba who flattens
Fontana
with a clothesline.]

CL: The Gutch grabbing the legs of Fontana as Bubba does his variation
of running the ropes ...

[The crowd moans as Fontana was just splashed by a four hundred pound
monster.]

FH: And Fontana is crushed and his chances of winning the PVW Tag Team
Championship might have been as well!


!!! ONE !!!

[The crowd begins to buzz a new as Livestock comes running down the
aisle way with a a briefcase in hand and Zeke Craven following up
behind him.]

!!! TWO !!!

[Max dives across the ring driving his knee into the back of Bubba who
rolls off of Fontana as Livestock slides under the bottom rope and
slams the briefcase into the head of max.]


"___TTTHHHUUUDDD___"


CL: And Max is down!

FH: Bubba and The Gutch should retain the titles cause there is no way
Max Kelly won't call for the Q.

[Max Kelly grabs the briefcase spinning Livestock around who shoves
Max Kelly out of the way and drills Derek Rage with the briefcase.]


"___TTTHHHUUUDDD___"


FH: What is going on here?

[Zeke Craven is screaming at Max Kelly that this match is a travesty
of justice since Bubba's name isn't even on the contract. Livestock
drops down and covers Derek rage and orders Max Kelly to make the
count. Bubba and The Gutch stare at Livestock and Zeke as Max Kelly
screams for them to leave the ring.]

CL: It appears Max Kelly isn't going to toss this match out and is
ordering Zeke and Livestock to get out of the ring.

FH: WHAT! It's an obvious DQ!

CL: He thinks it's a ploy for them to retain the titles!

[Max Kelly screams for Livestock and Zeke to leave and they both
scream no. Max Kelly screams get out or Bubba and The Gutch will be
ejected as well.]

CL: Oh my!

FH: Is that even allowed?

[Zeke continues to scream the contract is for Livestock and The Gutch
... then Livestock should have come to the ring when the match
started.
Max Kelly warns them again and again Livestock screams you have no
idea what's legal! Max Kelly shoves Zeke out of his way and talks to
the voice.]

HD: Ladies and gentlemen Max Kelly has just thrown Livestock, Zeke
Craven, Bubba and The Gutch from the ringside area!

*** A STUNNED POP ***

FH: Can you throw competitors out of a match?!?!

CL: We're going to have NEW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!

FH: How is this even right!

[The Gutch stares at Livestock as Zeke Craven pulls him from the ring
before he flattens Max Kelly. Zeke can be heard saying don't worry
this will be rectified. Bubba slides out of the ring and looks at
Livestock who walks passed him pissed off and says Dammit Cowman ...
you really are a stupid cracka, ain't you!?]

CL: Max and Sal, Everlasting Hell or the Prophets of Rage will be the
new tag team champions tonight!

[Fontana rolls over and covers Max.]


!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!


!!! THRE - !!!


CL: And Max kicks out from the briefcase shot!

[Fontana quickly dives on top of Derek.]


!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!


!!! THRE - !!!


FH: And Derek Rage edges his shoulder up.

CL: Fontana shows great awareness as he tried to take advantage on
both men there.

[Fontana gets to his feet and pulls Derek Rage to his knees and
catches him with a stiff European uppercut. And a second European
uppercut rocks the head of Derek; Fontana grabs the head of Derek in a
front chancery ...]

CL: Fontana grinds the heading of Derek in that chancery ....

FH: He's spending too much time in the ring. He's not thinking like
the mastermind that Perry usually is.

CL: He wants to win the tag team championship ...

FH: I know that but have seen the amount of punishment he is taking?

[Derek uses his strength to push Fontana off of him. Fontana appears
a bit shocked but rushes forward again and catches him with a stiff
clothesline staggering him back and Fontana grabs the arm and goes for
an arm wringer. Derek though pulls him in and takes him down with
short arm lariat.]

FH: This is what I'm talking about he's sacrificing himself right now.
Sal should be getting man handled right now not Fontana.

[Derek Rage pulls Fontana to his feet and whips him chest first into
the corner. Max quickly slaps the shoulder of Fontana and tags himself
in. Derek charges in and crushes Fontana into the corner. Derek
thrusts his arms into the air and Max slips behind him with a roll-
up.]


!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!


FH: And Derek Rage with a kickout!

[Both men get to their feet quickly and Max fires off a right hand
staggering him to the corner and Max drives his shoulder into the gut
of Derek once, twice, three times and Fontana reaches down tagging
himself back in.]

FH: You have to be kidding me!

CL: Fontana showing determination and fortitude as he once again comes
back into the ring and shoves Max out of the way before beginning to
stomp away at the Derek Rage in the corner. Max is visibly frustrated
and grabs Fontana spinning him around and driving a right hand to his
skull. Max Kelly ordering Max out of the ring but Max drills Fontana
in the gut for good measure before exiting the ring.

[Pizzazz screams for Derek to make the tag to Shadoe which he does as
Fontana chop blocks Derek in an attempt to prevent the tag. Shadoe
enters the ring and drives a knee into the back of Fontana. Shadoe
pulls Fontana up and swings wildly as Fontana ducks slips behind
Shadoe ...]

CL: Backslide!


!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!


FH: And Shadoe kicks out.

[Both men to their feet and Fontana catches Shadoe with a boot to the
gut doubling him over and locking on a front facelock; then puts his
right leg on the right arm of Shadoe before falling backward and
driving him face first into the mat.]

CL: Fontana with a scissored DDT and he is trying to slip on ...

FH: Another armbar of course. You know the showboat is starting to
become a one trick pony.

[As Fontana turns Shadoe over and tries to clinch the armbar Pizzazz
reaches into the ring and grabs Shadoe's arm helping him to grab the
bottom rope. Pizzazz then begins to scream at Max Kelly that he has
the bottom rope and Kelly calls for the break.]

CL: Fontana not looking to happy as he releases the hold.

[Fontana rushes forward and Shadoe Rage grabs the top rope and pulls
it down and Fontana crashes to the floor below. Derek drops to the
arena floor and reaches under the mat pulling out a table. The crowd
pops for the table as Derek Rage sets it up.]

CL: The Prophets are pulling out a table ...

FH: The the enjoyment of the crowd.

[The rabid PVW fans cheer wildly as Derek finishes setting up the
table and drives a boot to the side of Perry Fontana's head. He pulls
Fontana up and scoop slams him onto the concrete floor as Shadoe Rage
leaps off of the ring apron and begins to direct traffic ordering
Derek to pull Fontana to his feet.]


"___CCCRRRAAASSSHHH___"


*** HOLY SHIT POP ***

FH: GODKILLER!

CL: Fontana driven through the table with the spiked powerbomb!

[Max and Sal flinch as the Everlasting One lays in the jumbled mess of
broken tables.]


H O L Y   S H I T ! ! !    H O L Y   S H I T ! ! !   H O L Y   S H I T
! ! !


H O L Y   S H I T ! ! !    H O L Y   S H I T ! ! !   H O L Y   S H I T
! ! !


H O L Y   S H I T ! ! !    H O L Y   S H I T ! ! !   H O L Y   S H I T
! ! !


H O L Y   S H I T ! ! !    H O L Y   S H I T ! ! !   H O L Y   S H I T
! ! !


CL: GOOD GAWD!!!  PERRY FONTANA WAS JUST DRIVE _THROUGH_ THAT TABLE
FRED.

FH: Perry has been nothing short of a warrior tonight.  Tom Landis is
laying in the back probably enjoying this sipping on a strawberry
daiquiri.

CL: A Strawberry Daiquiri?

FH: Come on we know Tara Marshall is the "man" in that relationship.

CL: Either way Perry Fontana has just been taken OUT of this match by
the Prophets of Rage.  We already know that there will be new tag team
champions.  It appears that it will be either Max and Sal or the
Prophets of Rage winning it for the second time.

[Outside officials are now checking on the former PVW Network
Champion.  However inside the ring the match must go on. Max Kelly
begins the count on Perry Fontana.]


!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!


CL: And Max Kelly is making the count ...

FH: The Prophets can win this with a count out.



!!! THREE !!!



!!! FOUR !!!


[The fans boo ... Not in support of Perry Fontana, but because they
don't want another reign of the Prophets as PVW Tag Team Champions.
Max rushes to the outside and moves the officials out of the way and
grabs Fontana pulling him to his feet.]

CL: I think maybe the fans are finding a soft spot for the effort
Perry Fontana is giving here tonight.

FH: Fontana has the heart of a lion Chip.  He was born and bred a
Champion.  After all look at Uncle Jack!

CL: Max Weinrib pulling Fontana to his feet. He wants to make sure the
Prophets don't win the titles!

[Shadoe Rage slingshots himself onto the ring apron and leaps off the
apron, Max though sidesteps and catches Shadoe in the gut with a right
hand. As Sal rushes in attempting to tackle Derek Max Kelly spins
around stopping his count to the delight of the crowd.]

CL: And Sal buys Max some time to get Fontana into the ring!

FH: How can Fontana even _move_?  Come on show them Perry.  Show them
you aren't anything like that bum Tom Landis.

[Suddenly, the cameras turn to the entrance ramp to spy uncle Jack
Fontana hobbling out onto the stage with his cane, emphatically waving
his other nephew into the fray. Yes, right behind him comes
"Hellraiser" Tom Landis, carrying a giant-sized chip on his shoulder!
His ribs have tape across and his eyes are a tad-glazed over from the
onslaught earlier ... However it doesn't matter right now.  The fans
are on their feet!]

CL: IT'S TOM LANDIS! HE'S BACK!!

FH: Oh, great. I say his name and he show's up.  This match just keeps
getting better and better.

[Tom runs down the ramp, Uncle Jack hobbling behind him. Landis slides
under the bottom rope and grabs Derek Rage by the back of his tights
spinning him around and drills him with kick to the mid-section.]

FH: I thought he had a concussion?  How ironic he shows up after Perry
had done all the hard work!

CL: I am getting word that Tom Landis has _not_ been cleared to
wrestle.  However he is down here anyway's!

[Landis grabs Derek by the head and begins to drill a series of stiff
knees into the head of Derek Rage. Sal ascends to the top rope as
Landis shifts to a front face lock and he leaps driving a double axe
handle to the back of the big man.]

FH: Let's be honest a hang nail would keep Tom Landis out of action
Chip.

[Landis nails a European uppercut on Derek and Sal follows up with a
kick to the back of knee chopping Derek to his knee.]

CL: Tom Landis and Sal are taking it to the big man as they pull him
up double suplex!


  L A N D I S ! ! !   L A N D I S ! ! !   L A N D I S ! ! !


  SAL ! ! !                 SAL ! ! !                SAL ! ! !


FH: The fans should be saying - P E R R Y ! ! !

CL: Fontana has been nothing short of brilliant this match and now he
has his tag team partner down at ring side to help.

FH: How convenient.

[On the outside Max grabs the arm of Shadoe Rage and whips him into
the guardrail.]


!!! CCCLLLAAANNNGGG !!!


CL: Now Max taking Shadoe out using the guardrail and he's once again
pulling Fontana back to his feet.

FH: Chaos has taken over.  Someone get Gutch and Bubba back out here
to regain order!

CL: Luckily they have been ejected for trying to take things into
their own hand.

FH: The Gutch knows how to clear a ring is all I'm saying.

[Max Kelly is shoving the battered and bruised Tom Landis to the ring
apron as Max screams for Sal to get to the corner. Sal obliges as Max
rolls Fontana under the bottom rope near Sal who reaches down and tags
himself in.]

CL: Sal and Derek Rage are the legal men and Landis has hoped off and
is helping Fontana under the ropes and to the outside.  Now that is a
good partner Fred.

FH: Hell Tom Landis better be helping Perry after he carried the team
the whole match.  Who does Tom Landis even think he is?  I bet he
faked that injury just to come out and steal the glory.

CL: Word from the PVW trainers are that he ignored orders to stay in
the back.

FH: Phoenix's finest right there folks.

[Sal now back inside the ring as Derek Rage is coming to and drills a
low dropkick to that right knee that crumbles Derek back down to one
knee.  Sal hits the ropes and slams Derek Rages head face first into
the mat with a modified-bulldog.  Sal hooks the leg going for another
count.]


!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!


!!! THR !!!


CL: Not this time.  Derek Rage kicks out.  Sal back up and tags in Max
and the two yank the seven footer to his feet.  They hook him for a
double suplex and then turn and slingshot him off the top ropes and
take him down with the extra momentum.  Max then hooks a leg.

FH: Some desperation covers right here.


!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!


[BOOO ANOTHER KICK OUT!]


CL: Derek Rage has historically always been difficult to pin.  However
Max and Sal are giving it their all right here tonight.

FH: They _aren't_ going to pin Derek Rage.  They should just get that
through their mind right now.

[Max pulls Derek Rage up and crushes him with a big right hand.  He
uses the ropes for more power and swings, but Derek Rage blocks it and
lands a big right of his own.  Derek Rage whips Max into the ropes and
drops him with a big clothesline.   He turns around just in time as
Sal leaps off the ropes and catches him and sidewalk slam.]


"___THUUUUUUD___"


[Derek shoves Sal out of the way and grabs Max pulling him to his feet
and connects with a vertical suplex. Derek reaches and tags in Shadoe
who leaps to the top rope.]

CL: Flying elbowdrop!   Sal now back on the ring apron and Shadoe Rage
giving him a mouth full.

[Tom Landis arm through the ropes telling Max to make the tag, but
Shadoe turns around and punts Max.]

FH: There ya go Shadoe.  Remember Chip it wasn't long ago when the
Prophets were running the PVW tag division around here.

[Max begins to push himself up and Shadoe is right there to punish
him.  He sends him across the ropes and springboards back with a
bodypress and the cover once again!]


!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!


CL: No Sal is right there with a doubleaxe.

FH: Keep him out of the ring Kelly!

[Shadoe Rage glares back at Sal, but then begins taking it out on Max
inside the ring.  He yanks him up and scoops him and slams him down
and then drops a leg across the chest of Max Weinrib.  He then begins
to climb the ropes.]

CL: Shadoe Rage is very dangerous on that top ropes.  And he is
looking to hit a big move.  He is setting up for that shooting star
pres ...

[HUGE HE SHOVED HIS ASS OFF POP!!!]


FH: THAT STINKIN SAL!

CL: Sal just interrupted the flow of the move by shoving Shadoe Rage
off the top ropes!  And Max is crawling towards Tom Landis.  I don't
even think he realizes where he is and -


[HOT TAG POP]

[Landis finally is able to reach Max and comes rushing into the ring
drilling Shadoe with running elbow. Shadoe drops the mat and Landis
begins to drive stomp after stomp into the shoulder of Shadoe and
finishes by driving a knee into it.]

FH: Landis looking a bit more aggressive here tonight than usual.

[Landis grabs the arm of Shadoe and wraps it around the middle rope
and begins to pull the arm.]

FH: Landis looking like he is trying to rip the arm out of the socket
here! He's trying to soften that shoulder up!

CL: He could be looking to let Perry Fontana slap on the amputation!

[Perry is back to his feet and shakes his head to the side as Max
Kelly begins to count for Landis to break the hold as he does so Perry
rushes forward and boots the shoulder of Shadoe who grabs it in pain
as he stands; Tom Landis drives his right hand to the mid-section.]

CL: Landis grabs Shadoe ... Single Arm DDT and he's back to his feet
holding onto the it a second single arm DDT ...  Perry still feeling
the
effects, but Tom Landis is taking over folks!

FH: Such a glory hog.

[The crowd roars it's approval as Landis nails a third single arm DDT
and reaches up to Perry for the tag. as Perry tags in Landis pulls
Shadoe to his feet and they execute a double hiptoss. Shadoe staggers
up and Everlasting Hell connects with a double dropkick.]

CL: Landis rolling to the outside as Perry Fontana pulls Shadoe to his
feet ...

[Derek Rage reaches over the top rope and spins Fontana around
grabbing him by the head and dropping to the floor clotheslining
Fontana on the top rope. As Fontana staggers backwards Shadoe rolls
him up.]


!!! ONE !!!

!!! TWO !!!


!!! TH --

FH: And Fontana kicks out!

[Fontana rolls to his feet and ducks a clothesline from Shadoe.
Fontana whips off of the cables and Derek Rage drives a knee into the
back of Fontana.]

CL: Fontana staggers into the arms of Shadoe Rage and he drills him
with a belly to belly suplex.

[Shadoe reaches up and tags in Derek. Shadoe pulling Fontana up and
placing him onto the top rope.]

FH: All this abuse ... this isn't the Perry Fontana we all know and
love. In fact a bit disappointed in him tonight.

[Derek drops down to one knee as Shadoe Rage superplexs Perry
Fontana.]

CL: The Reaping!

FH: The superplex into a cross knee backbreaker!

[Derek adds punishment to the move as he press the head and leg of
Fontana down.]

CL: Added punishment. I'm impressed Fontana can even still go after
the godkiller and now The Reaping.

[The crowd let's out a stunned pop as Fontana tries to lock an armbar
on Derek.]

CL: And he's still battling!

[Derek though easily frees himself from Fontana's grasp by driving a
right hand into his ribs and then an elbow into the head.]

FH: Fontana in a world of hurt and Derek goes for the pin.


!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!


!!! THR -- !!!

CL: And Fontana kicks out! Fontana battling like a champion right here
tonight!

[Derek glares at the referee and pulls Fontana to his feet and whips
him into the far side ropes. Max slaps the back of Fontana who
rebounds off into the arms of Derek and is drilled with a twilt-a-
whirl backbreaker.]

CL: Derek going for the cover!

FH: Too bad Max is legal!


[The crowd pops as Max drills Derek in the temple with a big boot. Max
quickly pulls Derek to his feet and whips him to the corner. Max
charges in and drills his shoulder into the gut of Derek and max grabs
the middle ropes and uses them for leverage as he drives shoulder
after shoulder after shoulder into the mid-section of Derek Rage. A
mixed pop comes from the crowd as Tom Landis tags himself in.]

CL: Tom Landis in the ring and he cradles Max!


!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!


!!! THR -- ! !!


CL: And Max kicks out. Max rolls to his feet and looks at Landis. The
two men lock up.

FH: Max taking advantage of the bad ribs as he knees Landis in the
ribs.

[Max whips Landis into the ropes and  catches him driving him into the
mat with a vicious spinebuster. Landis screams in pain as Max pulls
him to his feet and tags in Sal. Sal ascends to the top rope as Max
lifts Landis up and locks in a powerful bearhug. Landis once again
roars in pain as Max wrenches the bearhug squeezing the air ou of his
lungs as Sal leaps ...

CL: A leaping hooking clothesline takes Landis down and Sal with the
cover!


!!! ONE !!!



!!! TWO !!!



!!! THRE - !!!

CL: NO! both Perry Fontana and Shadoe Rage dove across the ring making
the save!

[Tom Landis rolls to the ring apron closest to Derek Rage who makes
the tag.]

CL: Derek Rage back in the ring and he drills Sal with a vicious
Yakuza Kick!


"___TTTHHHUUUDDD___"


[Derek Rage viciously pulls Sal to his feet and cinches on a front
face lock. He drives two consecutive forearm smashes into the back of
Sal before lifting him into the air.]

CL: And Derek Rage driving Sal face first into the mat with an implant
DDT.

FH: Tonight the Prophets of Rage have shown why they have held the PVW
Tag Team Championship.

[Derek rolls Sal over and grabs his head with his left hand.]

FH: Derek engulfing Sal's head and pulls him to his feet.

[Derek grabs the top of Sal's tights as he maintains the clawhold and
lifts Sal into the air.]


"___TTTHHHUUUDDD___"


FH: Hand of God!

CL: Derek Rage drilling Sal into the mat with his lifting clawhold
slam. And now going for the cover!


!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!


[Fontana dives forward and drives a double axe handle into the side of
Derek's head breaking up the pinfall attempt. The crowd cheers as the
referee thrusts two fingers into the air. Fontana back to his feet and
drives a boot to Derek's head before he begins to make his way to his
corner.]

FH: That's the Fontana I like. The extra shot for good measure.

[Derek Rage is back to his feet and he glares at Fontana as he steps
between the middle rope onto the ring apron. Derek Rage rushes forward
towards Fontana ...]


"____CCCLLLAAANNNGGG___"


[Part of the crowd cheers as Perry Fontana receives a running boot
from Derek Rage and slams hard into the guardrail from the ring
apron.]

CL: And Derek Rage uses his full seven foot frame to drive Fontana
hard into the guardrail.

FH: If he was a few inches shorter he would be singing soprano right
now.

[Derek looks over the top rope to the floor at the fallen Fontana and
smirks before he turns around to look at Sal who is slowly pushing
himself back to his feet.]

CL: Sal getting back to his feet and Max has returned to the ring
apron as well.

[Sal dives across the ring and tags in the bigger man of the team,
Max. The crowd cheers as Max rushes forward and connects with a
clothesline that staggers the bigger Derek Rage back towards the
ropes. Max hits the far side ropes and connects with a leaping
shoulder block on the staggering Rage brother but Derek is able to
stay on his feet by placing his hand to the canvas for a split second
of support. Max pushes himself to his feet and drives his shoulder
into the right leg of Derek Rage cutting the big man to the mat. Max
grabs the leg of Derek and drags him towards his corner where he
reaches up and tags in Sal.]

CL: Sal grabbing the top rope and springboards onto it ... Elbow drop
to
the chest of Derek!

[Max drives an elbow into the inner thigh of Derek Rage before Max
Kelly is able to force him out of the ring. Sal to his feet and he
grabs the leg of Derek and the crowd erupts for the figure four.]

FH: How did Sal get the figure four on those massive legs?

[Derek Rage winches in pain as Sal sits up for a second and tells
Derek to give up. Derek shakes his head no so Sal thrusts himself
backwards using the momentum to torque the legs of Derek Rage.]

CL: Sal sitting up again and once again he falls back applying extra
pressure to the legs of Derek. Listen to the crowd cheer the young
team on.

FH: These people are sick just sick. I mean really a move like this
could seriously injure some one.

[Sal sits up once again and reaches up tagging Max back into the
match, before he drops back once again torquing the knee and leg. Max
enters the ring as Max Kelly begins to order Sal to release the hold.
Sal doesn't as he sits up again and again drops back, so Kelly begins
the count.]

!!! ONE !!!

[Max rushes forward towards the far side ropes.]

!!! TWO !!!

[Max rebounds off of the ropes.]

!!! THREE !!!

CL: And Max crushes the prone Derek Rage with a splash!

[Sal releases the figure four exiting to the ring apron as Max places
a knee into the chest of Derek Rage and grabs the back of his head
with his left hand. Max begins to rain right after right into the face
of Derek Rage and Max Kelly grabs the shoulder of Max Weinrib ordering
him to stop and open the fist. Max looks at the referee and stands to
his feet; grabbing Derek by the head.]

CL: And Max drill the back of Derek's skull with an elbow, and now he
is hooking the arms of Derek ...

[The crowd pops as Max powers the three hundred and twenty five pound
man over with a butterfly suplex.]

CL: Max Weinrib showing tremendous power here tonight as he takes
Derek Rage over with that butterfly suplex.

[Max quickly steps onto the ring apron as both Pizzazz and Shadoe
begin to scream for Derek to get to his feet. Flash bulbs begin to pop
as the two hundred and eight pound Max Weinrib climbs to the top
rope.]

CL: We have yet to see this man on the top rope here in PVW!

FH: What is he thinking he's too big for this!

[Max leaps into the air ...]

CL: Flying head butt! He calls that the Meshugganah!

[The crowd is electric as Max rolls to the side of Derek and grabs his
head.]

FH: I will never understand that move! You hurt yourself as much as
the opponent.

[Sal slams on the top turnbuckle trying to motivate Max who slowly
crawls over for the cover.]




!!! ONE !!!



[Shadoe Rage grabs the top rope and sling shots himself into the
ring.]



!!! TWO !!!



[Shadoe dives and shoves Max off of Derek before Max Kelly can finish
the three count.]

FH: And Shadoe with a huge save!

[Shadoe is to his feet first and catches Max with a stiff right hand
to the jaw. Max shakes it off and receives a second stiff right hand.
Max swings wildly and Shadoe ducks the left hand. Shadoe with another
right but it is blocked by Max who connects with a vicious fist to the
head of Shadoe. Max Kelly can be heard screaming at both men to open
the fists and Max does slapping the taste out of Shadoe's mouth.
Shadoe absorbs another right hand and a quick boot to the mid-section,
Max grabs the smaller Rage brother and hoists him onto his shoulder
and drives him into the mat with a nasty powerslam. The crowd roars
their approval as Shadoe Rage rolls to the apron and Max stands to his
feet ...]


"___SSSMMMAAACCCKKK___"


FH: Max eats a size twenty-two boot right there! Wonder if it had any
of Fontana's face left on it.

CL: Max is down, Derek seems to be trying to find his bearing as he
now holds onto the top rope, Shadoe is trying to pull himself back to
his feet on the apron ...

FH: Fontana is still on dream street on the outside. Which honestly
isn't a surprise; The Godkiller through the table earlier in the match
and eating the guardrail for dinner probably scrambled his brains.

[Sal slams on the turnbuckle once again getting the crowd behind Max
as they begin to stomp and clap wildly. Max pulls himself to his feet
with and is caught with an elbow to the jaw from Derek. The Rage
brother grabs Max by the arm and whips him into the far side ropes
...]

CL: And Derek takes a kick to the mouth as he lowered his head a
second to soon for the backdrop. The toll of this match is showing on
all men as Max seems a step slower now as he applies an abdominal
stretch!

[Max wrenches back on the arm really stretching the torso of Derek
Rage.]

CL: Max continuing to try and wear the big man down ...

FH: I don't get it why is he focusing on Derek? They should have
broken his leg and beaten Shade. He's the smaller man hence the easier
of the two to defeat.

CL: Max and Sal are getting revenge here tonight for the complete lack
of respect and abuse they have taken from the Prophets of Rage!

[Max uses his free arm to drive a series of elbows into the ribs of
Derek before placing it on his side again as he wrenches back on the
abdominal stretch. Derek screams he will never give as Max reaches out
and makes a tag to Sal. Max Kelly signals for the tag and Sal quickly
leaps into the ring and gains a head of steam and drives a running
boot into the very prone head of Derek Rage. Max releases Derek who
slumps to the canvas. Max quickly spins around and catches Shadoe Rage
in the jaw with an elbow that knocks him to the floor.]

CL: And Salih ...

FH: Who?

CL: Sal has turned Derek Rage over and locks in a camel clutch ...
wait
Derek getting to his knees; and Sal leaps driving his full weight into
Derek's back and again he tries for the camel ...

FH: And again Derek is pushing his way to his knees ...

CL: And again Sal drops his full weight onto the back of Derek sending
him crashing to the mat once again. And now Sal has the camel clutch
locked in ...

[Max connects with the far side ropes and rushes forward towards Derek
...]

CL: Baseball slide dropkick! The Jimmy Carter Blues!

[The crowd erupts as Salih turns the massive frame of Derek Rage over
and goes for the cover.]


!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!


!!! THR --


[As Max Kelly's hand come down for three Perry Fontana grabs the leg
of Salih and pulls him to the floor breaking up the count. The crowd
moans in disappointment as Fontana drives a right hand into the side
of Sal's head. Sal though fires back and the two men begin to exchange
rights and lefts on the floor.]

FH: These two men are picking up where they left off on the last
Heatwave!

CL: Max Kelly has gotten Max Weinrib out of the ring as Derek Rage
slowly rolls himself to the ring ropes.

[Shadoe Rage ascends to the top rope as Sal and Perry Fontana continue
to throw rights and lefts at one another. Perry catches Sal in the eye
with a thumb and drives a knee into the mid-section of Sal. Shadoe
Rage perches himself up top for a second and leaps ...]

CL: Death From Above! Shadoe Rage drills Sal in the back with that
double axe handle!

[Perry Fontana pulls himself up to his corner as Shadoe Rage rolls the
prone figure of Salih under the bottom rope into the ring. Derek
Stalks over to Sal and grabs his by his hair pulling him to his feet
roughly.]

CL: Derek pulls Sal up and hoists him into the air with a massive
gorilla press!

[Derek smirks as he presses Sal into the air and just tosses him over
the top rope into Max sending both men crashing to the concrete
floor!.]

FH: And Derek Rage once again showing his strength tonight as he
tosses Sal around like a rag doll.

[The crowd is stunned as both Max and Sal are the floor. Derek looks
like at his partner nodding as if he believes the match is in the bag.
He steps over the top rope onto the apron and drops to the floor.]

CL: Derek grabbing Sal by the throat and pulls him to his feet ...

FH: And he grabs Max by his throat as well ...


"___TTTHHHUUUDDD___"


"___TTTHHHUUUDDD___"


FH: Double chokeslam! both Max and Sal are down and out!

[Derek Rage looks down at the two men and turns to see Uncle Jack
standing there. Jack has both hands over his head as he stares at the
two men on the floor.]

CL: I don't like the look in Derek's eyes right now.

[Fontana rushes across the ring apron and leaps catching Derek with a
flying tackle making sure he doesn't go a step closer to Uncle Jack.
Max Kelly screaming at the two men to get into the ring ...]

CL: And here comes Shadoe Rage connecting with a clothesline knocking
Fontana to the floor off of his brother.


[Shadoe glares at Uncle Jack who takes a step back as Shadoe pulls
Fontana to his feet and rolls him into the ring.]

CL: Shadoe and Fontana are now back in the ring ...


!!! SSSMMMAAACCCKKK !!!


FH: The Dirge!

[Fontana slumps to the mat like a sack of potatoes and Shadoe rolls
over for the cover.]


!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!


!!! THR -- !!!


CL: And Fontana kicks out!

[Shadoe slams the mat in frustration as he pulls Fontana back to his
feet. Shadoe whips Fontana and follows him into the corner with a
clothesline.]

CL: Shadoe has Fontana pinned in the corner and drives a right hand
into the mid-section of Fontana and a second right doubles Fontana
over!

[Max Kelly grabs Shadoe turning him around and once again ordering him
not open the hands. Shadoe tosses his arms to the air and begins to
scream back.]

CL: And Shadoe trying to claim those were open fists.

[As Shadoe continues to argue with the referee Pizzazz climbs to the
top rope and measures Fontana who is now staggering out from the
corner. Uncle Jack begins to hurry around the ring but the old man
just doesn't get there in time as Pizzazz leaps ...]

FH: HOMEWRECKER!

CL: Pizzazz nails the flying bulldog driving Fontana's head into the
mat!

[Pizzazz rolls out of the ring and Shadoe Rage smirks as he pushes Max
Kelly out of the way and hooks the legs.]


!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!


!!! THRE - !!!


[Max Kelly thrusts two fingers in the air as Perry Fontana edges the
right shoulder up. Shadoe slams his fists into the mat once again and
pushes himself to his feet.]


"___CCCLLLAAANNNGGG___"


[Derek whips Sal into the steel guardrail and pulls Max to his feet;
yet Shadoe begins to scream at Derek to get into the ring.]

FH: Shadoe feels it's time to finally put Perry Fontana away!

[Shadoe hoists Perry onto the top rope as Derek climbs into the ring.
The crowd begins to buzz as Shadoe climbs to the top rope and drives a
right hand into the head of Fontana. Derek grabs a hold of the top
rope and braces himself as Shadoe sits upon his shoulders ...]

FH: I think we're about to see the Tower of Doom! The Prophets
patented Cradle Superplex!

[Shadoe tries to power Fontana up but Fontana grabs the top rope.]

CL: Fontana fighting the move!

[Shadoe drives another right into the skull of Fontana and again tries
to power him up into the air. the crowd explodes as Max grabs the leg
of Derek Rage.]

FH: And Max is back to his feet and he grabs Derek's leg as Shadoe
powers Fontana up ...

[Max pulls the leg out from under Derek causing all three men to
tumble backwards, Fontana frees his leg from the grasp of Shadoe and
lands onto of Shadoe as Max pulls Derek into the corner ring post. The
crowd cheers in approval as Derek is crotched on the ring post. Max
reaches into the ring and pulls Derek to the floor and drops down
driving rights and lefts into his head.]

CL: Landis in the ring and he pulls Fontana to his feet and now he's
grabbing Shadoe Rage ... Brainbuster suplex!

[Tom Landis points to Shadoe and says let's do it as he goes to the
ring apron.]

CL: Landis ascending to the top rope.

[Landis holds his ribs as he perches himself on the top rope. Perry
whips Shaode into the cables. Rage bounces back and Fontana catches
him in his arms just as Landis leaps. The Deathless One lands a
spinebuster and Tom simultaneously crushes Shaode with a top rope body
press!]

CL: THE F BOMB! THE F BOMB!

[Tom hooks the leg as Max and Sal leap onto the ring apron ...]

FH: No...


!!! ONE !!!


[Perry floors Max with a lariat! And on the apron, Uncle Jack hooks
Sal's boot with his cane...]


!!! TWO !!!


[Pizzazz reaches under the bottom rope trying to reach Landis' leg but
"Il Eterno" rushes over and just misses stomping on her hand as she
pulls it out of the way and glares at Fontana.]


!!! THREE !!!


CL: THEY DID IT!

FH: No, no they didn't!

[Max Kelly leaps to his feet and signals to the time keeper.]


*DING*DING*DING*


CL: They did, Fred! Landis and Fontana, Everlasting Hell are the new
champs! They did it!

FH: The champs didn't get a real chance to defend their belts! This
ain't right!

[The referee raises Tom Landis' hand high, and he seems elated. Uncle
Jack hobbles into the ring, stumbles to the middle and wraps his arms
around his nephews, crying tears of joy.]

CL: And finally, after an illustrious career, after years of not quite
making it... through his nephews Tom Landis and Perry Fontana, Jack
Fontana has accomplished a lifelong dream, he has finally won the most
prestigious tag team titles in the world!

FH: I'm going to be sick.

[The referee hands the gilded belts to Landis and Fontana. Tom takes
his, walks over to the ring corner, climbs to the second turnbuckle
and brandishes the title as high as he can, and the fans cheer!]

CL: It seemed impossible, Fred. Who could have predicted that Tom
Landis and Perry Fontana could achieve this? History has been made!

[In the middle of the ring, Tom comes face to face the suddenly
emotional old curmudgeon, Jack Fontana. The old man offers his hand...
and Landis shakes it! ... And now Tara Marshall steps into the ring to
hug her husband, their daughter in her arms! Max and Sal stare at Tom
Landis and nod their heads toward the Landis family before they make
their way to the back.]

FH: Ugh! I can't take this!

CL: Hold on a second...

[Up the aisle, Perry Fontana walks back to the dressing rooms alone,
carrying his half of the tag team championship with him, disappearing
through the curtains without a single, solitary celebratory gesture.]

FH: Well! There's the smartest thing Perry Fontana has done all night,
Chip!

CL: We have new PVW tag team champions and the "lawyers" continue to
find themselves at odd's with the rule book.

FH: It's like they are paying for _all_ of SSN's sin's.

CL: It's like they are being forced to play by PVW's rules.  There is
no loop holes when it comes to that squared circle.

FH: There is _always_ a loop hole.  They will find it Chip.

CL: Perhaps, but Everlasting Hell has walked out PVW Tag Team
Champions and that is Perry Fontana's _SECOND_ PVW Championship in an
already fast-and-rising career.

FH: A future World Champion right there Chip.

CL: Who Tom Landis?

FH: HAHAHAHAHA!   HAHAHAHAHA!  No really ... HAHAHAHAHA!

[Chip looks at him.]

FH: Oh you were serious?  HAHAHAHAHAHA!

CL: I don't even know what to say to you right now Fred.

FH: That was a good one Chip.  I am liking you more-and-more every
show.

CL: Let's just go backstage.

[Backstage.  Here, at the door to his locker room, stands Doc
Holliday.  Clad in his traditional black frock coat, pants, and hat,
along with a white ruffled silk undershirt, gold undervest, and
carrying his mahogany cane, Holliday has a level expression on his
face.  Dean Hayes starts the interview.]

DeanH: Doc Holliday, moments from now could be the very last match you
wrestle for Phoenix Valley Wrestling.  When you came here two years
ago to get vengeance on Rick Marley, could you have dreamed that it
might end like this?

DocH: You'd be surprised, Dean, at whut ah knew could happen.

See, thar's three thangs ya gotta know ta un'nerstand this match.  Ta
un'nerstand why I cain't lose.  One; if a man drives me out of mah own
state?  Ah'll never wrassle ag'in. It might be differ'nt in New York,
or Caly-fornia, or Texas.  But ARIZONA?  This state is mah home, an'
ah'll nevah leave it.  Ah'd sooner die.

Two; wrasslin' is mah life.  Ya take it from me, ya take mah life from
me.  Ah ain't a-gonna say thet ah don't know how ta do nothin' else...
wrasslin' got me a edja-cashin, no matter how them Yankees think ya
gotta speak their accent ta be smart.  Ah _could_ do a number o'
thangs, an' some of 'em'd be legal.  But mah heart an' mah will an' my
drive is heah.  Nothin' else kin give me whut ah crave.  So Martinez,
th' line is drawn past which Doc Holliday will not go.  An' noone, not
even you, kin bring me past it.

An' three; this is th' last obstacle, Dean.  Th' light at th' end of
th' tunnel is near.  Ah weren't plannin' on it bein' Loser Leaves
Town, but unexpected thangs happen an' ah adapt.  Aftah tanight, if
all goes as ah foresaw long ago... ah'll _have_ whut ah came ta PVW
fer.

[Dean seems perplexed at this comment.]

DeanH: I thought you came to PVW for Rick Marley.  What does your feud
with Alex Martinez have to do with Rick Marley?!

[Slowly, the grin spreads across Doc Holliday's face.  That
infuriating grin.  The grin he sports... not when he's got a chance to
win.  Not when he's winning.  Not when he's on the verge of winning.
No... it's the grin of a man who has _already won_.]

DocH: Ever'thang.

Think about it; there ain't no more secret hidden info.  Jus' think
about it... mebbe you'll see thet mah plan is comin' ta fruition.
Tanight, Alex Martinez is threatenin' mah career.  Thet's bad enough.
But he's also standin' between mahself an' whut's mine.  Mah plans.
Mah goals.

Mah _vengeance_.

[The grin dissolves in to a nasty snarl.]

DocH: Thet ain't no safe place ta be, Alex.  Not even fer you.  As yer
about ta fin' out.

[With that, Holliday exits.  Dean Hayes still looks confused.]

DeanH: Not what I expected... Doc Holliday has something in his mind,
but I can't figure out what it is.  Let's go back to ringside, to Chip
and Fred.

[Back to the arena.]

FH: ...

CL: Doc Holliday with everything on the line tonight, just how he
likes it.  But apparently, there's even more to this match than meets
the eye.

FH: I don't know what he means by that, but one thing I do know is
that if his focus is anywhere but on Alex Martinez... even a fraction
of it... he's done.  Nobody can beat Martinez with a split focus.
Nobody.  Ever.  Not in wrestling history.  If you aren't locked in on
the moment and the man in front of you, you have zero chance.

[From out of the depths of the locker room come out the gruesome group
of Gibson Hayes, Todd Johnstone and "Big Bubba" Hayes. Gibson is
wearing his baby blue cloak, baby blue trunks, white elbow and knee
pads, baby blue kick pads and red boots. On Gibby's right hand is a
bright red cast. Toddy J is festooned in a car accident black tuxedo
with neckbrace, arm in a sling and being pushed by Big Bubba. Bubba
wears a fancy mocha suit with the sleeves cut off.]

Dean Hayes: And with me is *sigh* Gibson Hay...

[From out of nowhere arrives Evelyn Prosser, in his Saint Etienne kit.
Evelyn grabs Dean and drags him off while Gibson takes the
microphone.]

Gibson: Thank you Evey, you certainly do earn your paycheck. The way I
see it, the way the world sees it, America is losing her vaunted
position as #1 in anything and everything. That...

[Seething. Gibson is seething. He's speaking through clenched teeth.]

Gibson: That will _NEVER_ happen on my watch! My country, sweet land
of liberty, of thee I say you shall never falter with the shining hope
of a better tomorrow at your helm. Herscher, I am tired. Tired of
trash like you coming to this great nation and abusing the largess
that America has flowing from her sweet, rocky bosom. Herscher, I am
tired of trash like you thinking you know anything about this nation.
Herscher, I am tired of bleeding for this nation only to have
gutterpunks like you sneak and snake your way into America's beautiful
boarders and try to profit from this nation's willingness to give
pieces of crap like you a chance to fufill what little potential you
may have in that pathetic, hobbled body of yours. Todd, I've wasted
enough breath on a man who is about to take that long walk to
obscurity, so give'em hell to at least send him away warm.

[The Rod smiles with those yellow teeth and his sloppy jowels. Todd
smiling is an ugly thing.]

Todd: Herscher, you are dead. Your little professor should have jammed
some sense up your sloppy ass instead of his Johnson because you would
have realized you entered a fight you could never win.

[Heavy breathing.]

Todd: You wanted to, what was it, put the fatman in his place? My
place, Herscher? You wanted to come down to my place? My place is the
depths of misery. My home is that bit of horror right before a mother
covers her child's eyes. Where I dwell is the dark corners of
hopelessness that comes from a poor sap hocking their last worldly
possession just to eat. The place I rest my head is filled with broken
dreams and shattered prayers. Money is the only language spoken there
and people are just chattel; stiffs to be bought, sold and used as I
see fit!

You see, Herscher, whether you like it or not your soul is mine, your
spirit is mine, your career is mine! ALL MINE YOU WORTHLESS PIMPLE ON
THE ANUS OF HUMANITY! No one [TV EDIT] with Theodore Roderick
Johnstone III! No one crosses me and doesn't come out wishing they
were aborted. None of you plebes can lay a finger on me and not pay
the penalty. This ends tonight, Herschy Squirt! You little [TV EDIT]
stain, this all wraps up on this glorious night. Gibson will rip out
your throat and I will take a huge [TV EDIT] on your heart.

[A huge, ugly and vile smile.]

Todd: And then I will hold you up and make you smile one last time for
that piece of worthless, deviant trash that is so near and dear to
you. And I will make him cry, one last time. I will have finally
destroyed everything he ever built and ever cherished. AND. I. WILL.
SMILE.

[Todd shoves the microphone in Gibson's chest as Gibby shrugs his
shoulders.]

Gibson: HvD, the time to talk is over. The time to tussle is at hand,
babycakes.

[Cut to ring side.]

CL: Coming up next, fans.. well, you can see it for yourselves.

[The camera cuts to the ring, where a cage is being slowly lowered
from the rafters.  The lights have dropped down, and floor-level
colored lighting plays up the cage, sweeping across the surface and
outlining the brutal chain-link structure.  The crowd cheers the
cage... it has a track record of providing exciting matches, and they
hope this one to be no different.  Workers stand around ringside to
clamp the structure down when it gets to ring level, and to detach the
ceiling cables that have held it up and out of the way all evening.
And indeed, this cage does have a ceiling.]

FH: I say it every time we have a cage match, and I am going to say it
again.  That structure is the most unforgiving, harsh measuring stick
in this or any sport.  We've taken it for granted, Chip.  Because we
have invented all sorts of wild matches, and because the cage has been
around for a long time, we've started to overlook the steel cage as
what it is: the ultimate arbiter.  You have no excuses in the steel
cage: none.  The steel cage is dangerous, but it does not interfere
with the fight.  It doesn't act as an outside party in a one-on-one...
it acts as the equalizer.  It is deadly, but can be equally used by
all parties, or eschewed altogether.  This is the fairest match in
wrestling.  You got a dispute?  The cage settles it.  No exceptions.

CL: And what it does to the body... it is beyond punishing.  Men have
climbed out of the cage as a different man than when they walked in.
You may never be the same, win or lose.

FH: But it can harden a man the same way it can break one.  Look at
Rick Marley.  Nobody... NOBODY looks at him the same way now as they
did before he stepped in the cage with William Craven.  And tonight,
we have two young men.  You already know who I'm pulling for, but
before I go there, understand this: exactly four things can happen
tonight, and it has little to do with who wins and who loses.  Gibson
Hayes and Herscher von Donkerhardt will either step out of here
broken... never again to achieve the potential they possess today. Or
they can step out of here hardened... far deadlier than they ever
could have been before.  It could be either one of them.  It could be
both of them.

CL: But both men have stated their objective, and it is exactly
that... to break their opponent.  To make this steel cage a
sarcophagus for the career of their opponent.  Herscher von
Donkerhardt has inherited a grudge with which he had nothing to do.
Todd Johnstone wants to destroy him, not for anything he has done, but
for the mere fact that he deeply hates Herscher's mentor.

FH: I think I know who that is, but I'm not going to say anything
without being 100 percent sure.

CL: Agreed.  Be that as it may be, Johnstone has sought to use every
means to take down Donkerhardt.  He no longer has the services of the
Spectre or of PAIN... those men are no longer with the company.  All
that is left to him is his precious meal ticket... the PVW American
Champion, Gibson Hayes.  And for him to risk Hayes on a grudge... and
make no mistake, Johnstone's risk here is enormous... that grudge must
be deeply profound.

FH: Gibson Hayes is a walking license to print money.  Johnstone can
ride him to fiscal security... but that could all end tonight.  How
much does Todd hate this man in order to jeopardize all of that?!

CL: And how much does Herscher Von Donkerhardt hate Johnstone that he
would do the same?  Remember, Von Donkerhardt agreed to put his very
career on the line in this match!  And one thing we have learned about
Herscher is that this sport is everything to him.  He is a proud man
who has made wrestling his life, but if he loses tonight, he will
never wrestle again.

FH: That just shows how naive Von Donkerhardt is.  Remember; he's
young.  And he got baited into this by Todd Johnstone, who is a master
at playing people's strings.  He played on whatever pride HvD has, and
made him feel desperate to prove himself.

CL: But to be fair, Gibson Hayes has something to prove himself.  Can
he compete without all of the crutches he has surrounded himself with?
Remember; this question has been raised before.  He defeated Doc
Holliday, but not without the assistance of five other men.  No matter
how notorious Gibson becomes, the PVW executives are not going to bank
the company's welfare on such a man; he'll never receive World
Championship consideration if he cannot fight his own battles.  That
is what Holliday claimed, and it has proven correct.  Tonight, Gibson
has no choice.  He MUST fight his own battle.  The steel cage demands
it.

FH: Oh, believe me, Chip.  Gibson is a lot more intelligent than you
are... no offense.  But it's true.  That cage won't stop him from
doing whatever he wants to do.  And as far as that claim goes?
Winning is everything.  People can cry all they want to about how you
win.  In a cage, with a man trained to tear people's limbs off, who's
fighting for his life?  You do what you need to do, and to hell with
what the suits think.

[The cage prep is finished.  The lightshow continues, as the workers
clear out the tools they needed to set the structure in place.  Herk
Douglas steps to the middle of the ring, and gets this started.]

*DING*DING*

HD: THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS A STEEL CAGE MATCH FOR THE PHOENIX VALLEY
WRESTLING AMERICAN CHAMPIONSHIP!

[Cheers!]

HD: THERE IS A ONE HOUR TIME LIMIT, AND IT WILL BE CONTESTED UNDER
TRADITIONAL CAGE MATCH RULES: THERE IS NO DISQUALIFICATION, ONE
PINFALL OR SUBMISSION TO THE FINISH!

CL: This is not an escape match, folks.  This goes until one man is
done for.

[The fans cheer as "Victim" by Nicole Blackman starts to play over the
PA.  The big screen shows the now-familiar animatronic flag of the
Netherlands, over which appears a German iron cross.  Blood slowly
seeps from the cross onto the flag.  Over the flag and bloody cross
appears a name, superimposed in black lettering: Herscher von
Donkerhardt.]

#I feel the motion of the car before I open my eyes. The air is
blue-black, brown-black, black-black. Smell of gas, oil, animals. I'm
in the trunk.#

[In short order, Herscher von Donkerhardt appears at the top of the
aisle.  He is clad in his tight brown wrestling pants with a black
leather lining on the inner thighs.  He stops, hands on hips, looking
over the scene with his icy blue eyes.  The blond haired Dutchman
pauses only a moment before marching down the aisle.  His face is
impassive; whatever he might be feeling is well-controlled.]

CL: Von Donkerhardt appears well-focused, Fred.  He was uncomfortable
with positive fan reaction at first, but tonight, he looks to be
engrossed in the task at hand.

FH: He better be.  A steel cage match against a man that wants to end
your career, where you lose your career if you lose the match?  Yeah,
I think the opinions of the fans falls off the priority list tonight.
Though, I think I should warn these fans.

CL: Warn them?

FH: Have you ever listened to Herscher's entrance... uh, music?

#My wrists and ankles tied. Tape over my mouth it almost covers my
nose but I can breathe barely. I must have been here for hours,
everything's stiff and my head throbs like someone's drumming on
china.#

[As Fred requests, there's a bit of announcer silence.  During this,
HvD makes his way down the aisle, staring at the cage.  There's no
glare, no concern, no nothing... it's as impassive as if he were
looking at a fence and taking note of how white it was.  Herscher
turns left at the entrance, and moves to the side of the ring.  He
grasps the cage links with both hands and pulls to test how tight the
structure is.  The cage rattles audibly at Von Donkerhardt's pull;
there is some give, but not a whole lot.  Satisfied, Von Donkerhardt
proceeds to the next side of the ring and repeats the procedure.
Rattling the cage this way seems to amp up the crowd on whatever side
of the ring he's on, and they respond.]

#The car stops. He turns off the motor -- but there are no traffic
sounds. No people sounds.No wind. What place has no wind? I turn my
head towards the sounds like people watch radios when something
terrible happens.#

CL: It's... disturbing.

FH: This is NOT a nice man.  They can cheer him all they want to,
because of who he's against.  But remember this... nice good guys
don't have theme music which is a poem about bondage murder.

CL: It's about fear.

FH: Is that better?

CL: Good question.

[Von Donkerhardt climbs the steps through the open door.  As he does,
"Victim" stops... and here it comes. Eliot Lipp's "Rap Tight" (
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=puunw6YEHIA if you want to listen)
kicks up.  The fans have a collective conniption, a loud outburst of
jeering and hate that soon takes shape as recognizable words:]

Crowd: "GIB-SON SUCKS!  GIB-SON SUCKS!  GIB-SON SUCKS!  GIB-SON
SUCKS!"

CL: LISTEN TO THIS!

FH: In case you were wondering, jealousy has a sound.  And right there
it is.

[The booing, chanting, and the electronic beat continue to flow for a
moment...]

Crowd: "GIB-SON SUCKS!  GIB-SON SUCKS!  GIB-SON SUCKS!  GIB-SON
SUCKS!"

[...and then from the back comes Gibson & the Gang.  Todd "The Rod"
Johnstone is wheeled in by Bubba first, while Gibson (draped in a baby
blue hooded cloak) stands near the backstage curtain.  Hayes stands
his ground, arms at his sides and head down, as Bubba brings Johnstone
down the aisle.  The rotund manager is so intent on glaring at Von
Donkerhardt that he foregoes the usual berating of the fans.]

FH: This is the man they should be cheering for, Chip.  This is the
solution.  This is the man who can pull this whole country up out of
the gutter, if only we let him.

CL: This is only marginally less coherent than any other political
statement made in the past ten years.  But I don't think Gibson's
going to be concerning himself with that particular charade tonight.

FH: Charade?

CL: He's a wrestler, not a politician.  And he can't get out of this
one by electoral majority.

[As Todd gets set up near ringside, Gibson finally begins his journey
to the ring.  Hayes is all business, ignoring the "wallets" for a
change.  His cloak's hood hides his eyes; a spotlight is fixed on
Gibby but Hayes' obscured face betrays nothing.]

Crowd: "GIB-SON SUCKS!  GIB-SON SUCKS!  GIB-SON SUCKS!  GIB-SON
SUCKS!"

CL: Gibson Hayes seems to be just as focused as Herscher Von
Donkerhardt!  And this is not a man known for his focus or intensity.

FH: That's because you don't understand him, Chip.  You don't have to
make the Grr-Face to be focused or intense, and you don't get to the
level Gibson's at without plenty of both.

[Hayes goes straight to the steps, climbing them slowly and entering
the cage to a barrage of venom from the capacity crowd.  He ditches
his cloak, revealing a marked change in his usual ring attire.  A
mixed-heritage man with a black afro, the lanky American Champion
normally wears a full-length red-and-black ensemble.  Tonight, he has
donned baby blue trunks, white elbow and knee pads, baby blue
kickboxer's pads, and red boots... of course, the PVW American
Championship belt is snug around his waist.  "Rap Tight" fades out,
and Gibson begins to stretch, waiting for the match to begin.  Von
Donkerhardt, apparently sufficiently limber, stands with crossed arms
in his corner; his gaze is set on Hayes, and does not waver.]

CL: Hayes with some throwback attire there; he used to wear that
attire before signing with Phoenix Valley Wrestling, before Todd
Johnstone picked him up.

FH: Back when he was a rookie who thought he had to please the fans to
make it?  I would have thought he'd have burned that stuff by now.

CL: Alright, Herk's ready with the intros.

Herk Douglas: INTRODUCING FIRST, TO MY RIGHT, THE CHALLENGER!  HE
HAILS FROM UTRECHT, HOLLAND... WEIGHING IN AT TWO-HUNDRED TWENTY THREE
POUNDS...


    ...HE IS THE NETHERLANDS SUBMISSION MACHINE...


        ...HERSCHER VON DONKERHARDT!


[The fans cheer for HvD, but he does not react.  He is centered on
Hayes, who is largely avoiding eye contact as he performs some mild
calisthenics.]

HD: AND HIS OPPONENT, TO MY LEFT!  INTRODUCING FIRST, THE MANAGER...
TODD "THE ROD" JOHNSTONE!

[BOOOOO!]

HD: AND HE REPRESENTS... FROM TUSCALOOSA, ALABAMA... WEIGHING IN AT
TWO-HUNDRED TWENTY THREE POUNDS...


    ...HE IS THE ONLY DOUBLE CHAMPION IN PHOENIX VALLEY WRESTLING
    HISTORY...


[BOOOOO!]


        ...HE IS THE LONGEST REIGNING CHAMPION IN PHOENIX VALLEY
        WRESTLING HISTORY...


[BOOOOOOOOOO!]


            ...HE IS AMERICA'S ONLY HOPE FOR A BRIGHT AND BETTER
            TOMORROW...


[SERIOUSLYWHOWROTETHISCRAPBBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!]


                ...HE IS THE PHOENIX VALLEY WRESTLING AMERICAN
                CHAMPION...


                    ...GIBSON HAYES!


[Todd stands and applauds with the slow clap and fake tear in the eye.
And aside from Bubba, he's the only one.  The rest of the assemblage
pours on the hatred and resumes the chant as Hayes holds his belt up
over his head to show the world... and particularly his opponent...
that he is the champion here.  Von Donkerhardt nods slightly, as if to
say "yes, I see, get on with it".]


Crowd: "GIB-SON SUCKS!  GIB-SON SUCKS!  GIB-SON SUCKS!  GIB-SON
SUCKS!"


[Herk is handed the American Championship, and straightaway he jogs
for the door, wanting to get the hell out of there before someone
makes a move.  The bell rings...]


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Phoenix, Arizona - 52nd Street Armory
PVW - RISE FROM THE ASHES II - AMERICAN TITLE vs CAREER CAGE MATCH
Hersher von Donkerhardt v. Gibson Hayes

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*DING*DING*DING*

CL: We are underway!

[The instant that the bell rings, Von Donkerhardt walks straight for
Hayes.  His expression is still totally impassive; it's not really
'blank' because his eyes clearly indicate thought and his movements
indicate intent... but he's suppressing any emotion he might have.
Hayes starts with some boxing-like footwork, and dances away from the
Dutchman.  He throws a right jab as he bounces past HvD, which
connects.  A second jab is blocked by Von Donkerhardt.  An attempt at
a third is met with a swift shoot-in at the legs, and Herscher takes
Gibson down easily.]

CL: Hayes looking for a little stick-and-move action early, but the
Netherlands Submission Machine grounds him.  Whatever strategy Hayes
employs absolutely must focus on avoiding this situation; he can't
matwrestle Von Donkerhardt.  Trying it is suicide.

FH: He knows, he knows.  It's not like Gibson or Todd need you for
strategy tips, Chip.  See, Gibson escaped...

[Hayes rolls about, attempting several sitouts and rollovers on the
mat before finally getting an escape on HvD... who stands and takes
him right back down with a back heel trip into a leglock.]

FH: ...er, for a moment.  He'll get free, watch.

[Frantically, Gibson crab-walks with his three free limbs to keep
Herscher from cinching in the hold.  This works, and Von
Donkerhardthas to pop up to his knees to follow Hayes, who rolls
behind him and gets back to his feet.]

FH: See?

[But before Gibson can do anything, Herscher takes him down yet again
with a single-leg, transitioning into an overhand wristlock.]

FH: Uh...

CL: Herscher Von Donkerhardt taking Gibson Hayes down at will.  He
knows that Hayes can't cheat him from his back.

FH: Ha!  Spoke too soon!

CL: Gibson with a thumb to the eye to escape there.  Both men stand...

*SLAP*

Crowd: "OHHHH!"

[Von Donkerhardt brings a swift backhand across the cheek of Gibson
Hayes to the loud response of the fans, and says something to him.
It's hard to make out what, but Gibson's brow furrows in anger as he
hears it.  After HvD finishes, Hayes backs up, waving Von Donkerhardt
back with one hand... as his other hand reaches into his trunks.]

CL: Von Donkerhardt said something.. apparently angering Hayes.  And
he's going for a weapon already!

FH: Probably trying to bait Gibson, since he was able to trip him up
and grab him easily.  It won't work.  Now Gibby'll... hey!

[White powder dribbles down from Hayes' grasp as he has the infamous
salt packet in his hand!  The fans boo... until they see what he does
with it:

He throws it away.]

FH: GIBSON!  WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!

[Hayes withdraws a fork from his left boot... and sticks it through
the cage, discarding it to ringside.  The fans actually cheer this
concept... but Todd practically goes into spasms!  He screams at
Gibson, demanding that he stop... but Hayes proceeds to remove the
brass knuckles from his elbowpad, and ditches them as well.  All the
while, he is glaring at Herscher.]

CL: GIBSON HAYES IS DISARMING HIMSELF!  HE'S... DON'T TELL ME HE'S
GOING TO FIGHT FAIR?!

FH: THIS IS NO DISQUALIFICATION!  GIBSON... HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND?!

[Finished with the systematic disarmament, Hayes waves Herscher in
with both hands, and shouts loud enough to be heard.]

GH: NOW COME GET ME, YOU SON OF A BITCH!


Crowd: "OHHHH!"


[For the first time, we get a glimmer of a reaction from Von
Donkerhardt.  His eyebrows are raised... he's looking around with a
glimmer of suspicion and confusion in his eyes as Gibson empties his
arsenal.  Finally, not needing to be invited twice, HvD does indeed
shoot in.  This time, Hayes catches him in the head with a kick.]

CL: Herscher going for another takedown, but Hayes ready for it and
connects with a hard kick!  But Von Donkerhardt powers through, and
pulls down Hayes with a double-leg!  Von Donkerhardt applying a
hammerlock, and Gibson scrambling to his feet.  I think Gibson's
decision caught the Netherlands Submission Machine by surprise, Fred.

FH: He ain't the only one!  All that stuff was perfectly legal; nobody
was searched because there's no point.  Why would you intentionally
throw away weapons when you're fighting for your life in a cage?!

CL: Hayes with an elbow to the head... beautiful hammerlock back
suplex by Herscher Von Donkerhardt to get Gibson back down!  HvD
trying to get on top to transition to a different hold, but Hayes is
hustling and he's already back to his feet.

FH: Another hammerlock back suplex!  Von Donkerhardt is going for the
arm!  He's driving Gibson down on it!

CL: Hayes is up a third time... he is hard to keep down, even for the
Netherlands Submission Machine!  Herscher scoops him again... no!
Hayes spins out of it, flips behind HvD... GOOD GRIEF!





[The hammerlock that Herscher had Gibson in is escaped by Gibson with
a floatover Herscher's head as the Dutchman lifts him for the back
suplex... once behind his man, Gibson gets two hands full of
Herscher's blond hair, and promptly spikes the back of his head into
the nearby cage wall!]

FH: HA HA!  They don't teach you about steel cages in submission
wrestling school!  ...well, if his mentor is who I think it is, that
might not be true.  But they don't teach you how to fight with them!

CL: Gibson improvises, and that is going to be his primary edge over
Herscher!  He doesn't need weapons in his trunks; he has one all
around him!  Von Donkerhardt is reeling, and Hayes moves in with a
side kick, right under the arm!  And another!

FH: That's actually a painful-as-hell place to be hit.  Nothing down
there but nerves, connective tissue, and lymph nodes.

CL: Gibson following up with a mean right hook to the kidneys!
Targeting soft areas with his offense.  Now hooking him for a Russian
legsweep... no!

[Gibson wraps his right leg around Herscher's left leg, as if gong for
the legsweep.  But instead, he rolls forward... tripping Herscher down
into a legscissors submission!]

CL: ROLLING ANKLE PICK INTO A LEGSCISSORS... BY GIBSON HAYES!  I've
never seen him even try something like that!

FH: You know... he and Todd did mention that he had submission
training also!  I wonder... maybe he really IS as good of a submission
wrestler as Herscher, and he's been hiding it this whole time?

CL: I'd find "as good as" unlikely, as Herscher specializes in the
style.  But "better than we thought" is a clear possibility.  Von
Donkerhardt is in the ropes, but that does not matter; no
disqualifications means no rope breaks for submissions... only for
pins.  The five count cannot be enforced in a no DQ match.

FH: Well, it does matter.  Herscher is using the ropes to pull himself
up, and there goes all the leverage on the legscissors.

CL: Gibson breaks the hold... stands up...





CL: ...AND KICKS HIS KNEE INTO THE CAGE!  Hayes is targeting the left
knee!  Again!





FH: HERSCHER GRABBED GIBSON'S HEAD AND RAMMED IT INTO THE CAGE!  That
will stop that offense!

CL: HvD shaking off that left knee, and going back at Hayes!  Sharp
front elbow to the side of the head by Von Donkerhadt, and Gibson
firing back with a side kick to the ribs!  Now exchanging blows!  Von
Donkerhardt with fists and elbows, Gibson with punches and kicks!

[The crowd turns it on as the two men have started brawling!
Herscher's striking style is more methodical... he picks his spots,
and uses straight thrusts... jabs and elbows... to attack the same
spot each time.  He's aiming for the temple, and Gibson reels a bit
each time he lands a blow.  Gibson's striking style is a more impact-
based one.  He throws looping punches (hooks and crosses) and sweeping
kicks, which travel a greater distance but connect with greater force.
He hits any and every place where such a blow would hurt badly... the
kidneys, ribs, and that left knee.  He has eschewed the low blows
which he's notorious for, though...]

FH: Neither man backing down!  But I don't think Herscher can trade
blows with Gibson forever!

CL: This is certainly more Hayes' style than HvD's!  But the
concentrated attack has dizzied Gibson!  Von Donkerhardt ducks inside
the swing of Hayes... SINGLEARM DDT!  RIGHT ON THE LEFT SHOULDER!
HAYES WAS SPIKED ON HIS ARM!

FH: And that's bad!  Von Donkerhardt knows a hundred ways to break a
man's arm... you don't want him to get very far in his efforts to
damage a limb!

CL: Just as Hayes surprised Herscher a minute ago with some technical
wrestling, perhaps Herscher surprised Hayes by coming out on top of a
fistfight!  Von Donkerhardt clamping on the stepover armbar...
straddling Hayes' back and wrenching up on is arm.

[And as soon as he gets the hold cinched in, the Netherlands
Submission Machine decides to look up and make a proclamation:]

HvD: I AM GOING TO BREAK HIS ARM!

[The response is a loud round of cheers.  And invectives, from Todd
Johnstone.]

FH: Did... did Herscher just play to the crowd?!

CL: It may be a tactic!  The fans HAVE been able to get to Gibson on
an occasion or two.  So it may behoove Von Donkerhardt to keep them
warmed up... his submission-heavy style is based more on effectiveness
than spectacle, and crowd energy can wane if you use a lot of holds.
It was never a concern for him before... but he may be adapting to
keep an edge that could serve him later.

FH: Besides... did you hear these people cheering about a guy's arm
getting broken?!  Nobody cheers Perry Fontana when he does it!

CL: If he broke Gibson Hayes' arm, Fred, I'm pretty sure they'd cheer.

FH: Why do you think of such terrible things?

[Hayes gets to his knees as the commentators discuss the situation.
He straightens up, and sits out from underneath Herscher.  Von
Donkerhardt responds to this by kneeing him in the face while
simultaneously shifting grasp to an armwringer.  He then boots Gibson
in the ribs, and flips him forward with an Aikido-esque armwringer
throw... right into the cage!]





CL: The Dutchman stops Gibson in mid-counter, and throws him right
into the cage!  Gibson hits the ropes upside down, and is lucky that
he didn't land on his head!

FH: America is lucky that he didn't land on his head.  We have enough
'leaders' who have taken one too many brain injuries in their day.

CL: Herscher moves to the spinning armhold!  I guess that's what you'd
call it... like the spinning toehold applied to the arm!

FH: Shouldn't it be a spinning fingerhold then?

CL: Maybe.  Herscher has wrapped Gibson's left arm around his left
leg, and is using his leg as a leverage bar to try and torque that arm
the wrong way.  Hayes in great pain...

[But despite that pain, Gibson is able to roll to his side... locks
his free hand with the left hand that is in the hold... and pulls up!
Herscher, whose left leg is now caught in Gibson's grip, is taken
off balance; Gibson immediately darts to his feet, and trips HvD down
with a back heel trip... twisting right into a spinning toehold on
that
left leg!]

FH: WHAT A COUNTER BY HAYES!

CL: I don't believe it!  Gibson Hayes not only didn't resort to a
shortcut, he just countered out of Von Donkerhardt's hold into one of
his own!  He HAS been holding out on us!

FH: You say that like he's not the longest reigning champion in PVW
history, Chip.  He does what works.  And tonight, this is what he
thinks will work.  I'm not sold on it.  He never should have ditched
his weapons.

[Gibson cranks on the spinning toehold.  He then looks up to the crowd
and mocks Herscher's earlier declaration:]

GH: I AM GOING TO BREAK HIS LEG, AND STICK IT IN HIS MOUTH RIGHT NEXT
TO HIS FOOT!


[BOOOOOOO!]


Crowd: "GIB-SON SUCKS!  GIB-SON SUCKS!  GIB-SON SUCKS!  GIB-SON
SUCKS!"

GH: THEN I'M GONNA PUT HIS HEAD BACK WHERE I FOUND IT, IF I CAN SPLIT
HIS A... AAAAAAH!

[Thank goodness, we'll never hear the rest of that sentence.  While
Gibson was mouthing off, Herscher used his free right leg to push down
on his own left ankle... scissoring Gibson's right leg and taking him
down into a leg scissors submission!  Immediately, the Netherlands
Submission Machine transitions into a kneebar, keeping Gibson from
scrambling away!]

CL: The crowd distracted Gibson!  And it certainly looks like Herscher
knew what he was doing earlier!

FH: Oh, he has a good grasp on the psychology of his opponents, sure.
But Gibson's going to sniff out Herscher's tactics a lot sooner than
Von Donkerhardt can sniff out his.

[Again, Herscher loudly calls out to anyone within hearing distance:]

HvD: HOW ABOUT I BREAK HIS LEG INSTEAD?

[The fans seem to be behind that idea.  Gibson has instinctively
reached for the ropes, but isn't having much success in using them to
escape, as HvD did earlier.  He grunts and emits small pained growls,
but aside from that is focused on finding a way out.]

CL: Gibson Hayes making a good effort to outwrestle Herscher Von
Donkerhardt so far.  But even I have to agree with Fred Hoyle that
it's probably not the most successful strategy.

FH: I gotta have faith that he knows what he's doing.  The future of
America depends on it!

CL: Hayes landing a kick on Von Donkerhardt.  And another!  He escapes
the hold!  Both men up, and Gibson swinging wildly!  HvD ducks under,
scoops him in the waistlock...





CL: ...FLAPJACK INTO THE CAGE!  GIBSON HAYES HIT FACEFIRST AND THE
AMERICAN CHAMPIONSHIP IS IN DANGER!

FH: AMERICA is in danger!  Come on, Gibson!

CL: Herscher picks Hayes back up... wraps his knee... KNEEBREAKER!
And... GOOD GRIEF, WHAT WAS THAT?!

[The Dutchman drives Gibson's left knee across his own right knee with
the kneebreaker... and without letting go, straightens up and hurls
Gibson over his head with what looks like a modified teardrop suplex
out of the kneebreaker!  The fans erupt for the devastating move.]

CL: First the arm, now the leg, and throwing in impacts to the head...
it looks like Von Donkerhardxt wants to injure ALL of Gibson Hayes!

FH: But that lack of focus will cost him!  You can't effectively
injure a guy that way!

CL: Maybe, maybe not!  HvD picking up Gibson, and an armwringer on the
left arm... elevating Hayes by the arm!  He picks him up using an
armwringer, which is putting all of Gibson's weight on the area...





CL: ...AND RAMS HIM SHOULDER-FIRST TO THE UNFORGIVING STEEL!  Hayes
bounces off the cage, and down onto his back!  Legdrop on Hayes'
shoulder... now going for another submission...

[The energy is high as Herscher twists a prone Hayes' arm around his
leg as for a hammerlock, and then applies a half-crab with his arm
hammerlocked by the leg!  Hayes is still trying to hold in the agony,
but the grunts and growls are growing slowly closer to yelps and
yells...]

CL: TEQUILA SUNRISE LOCKED IN!

FH: This goes after the arm AND the leg... at the same time!  GET OUT
OF THAT, GIBSON!

CL: Maybe HvD can spread his attack effectively after all!  Hayes in a
world of pain, a world of trouble!  The referee asking him... and
fans, let me tell you, we have three referees at ringside!  Since you
can't be disqualified for attacking a referee in this match, and
they're just there to break up falls, the Championship Committee has
ordered almost the entire crew at ringside for this to prevent a cop-
out assault on an official!

FH: You say that as if implying that Gibson Hayes is the one who would
have done it.

CL: I'll outright STATE that Gibson Hayes would have done it!  Now, he
has no choice but to grit his teeth, hold on, and try to find freedom.
And give him credit, that is what he is doing!

[The camera catches an exchange in the ring.]

HvD: I WILL BREAK BOTH HIS ARM AND HIS LEG!

GH: BITE MY ASS WHILE YOU'RE AT IT, YOU...

HvD: ARE YOU BREAKING, HAYES?

GH: ...

[Gibson's response to the question is a growl and a snarl, and a
renewed effort to get his right shoulder underneath him.  To somehow,
some way, get to his side and alleviate the pressure.  To get the
Netherlands Submission Machine's body weight from his arm and his
back, freeing himself from the hammerlock portion of the hold.  The
fans are growing louder... not in support of him to break it, but in
support of Herscher to keep it.]

CL: Hayes responding with renewed vigor to that question!

FH: I think that might have triggered some memories of that
"submission training", Chip.  Gibson's still hurting, but now he looks
more focused!  Herscher may have made a mistake!

CL: Perhaps!  Hayes is pushing for all he's worth... YES, HE HAS
TURNED HIMSELF OVER!  Wrenching his arm free, the hold is essentially
broken.

FH: But HvD still has ahold of his leg... OW.

[Undaunted, Von Donkerhardt stands, places his own left knee on Hayes'
left knee, and drops... the kneedrop hyperextend's Hayes' knee as his
calf lands on Herscher's right calf.  That elicits a loud cry from
Gibson, who quickly drags himself to his feet.]

CL: Gutsy move by Gibson Hayes, and I wonder if switching back to his
original attire is supposed to signify something about himself
tonight.  Perhaps sending Von Donkerhardt a message.

FH: A fork to the forehead would have sent a better message, but
noooooo.  I don't know whose idea it was for Gibson to wear his old
"fan favorite" getup and toss out everything that made him Gibson
Hayes, but it wasn't Todd.  He's about to have a stroke out there!

CL: Herscher grabbing Gibson's arm, and another armwringer... the
American Champion in a world of trouble!  Gibson dive rolling,
tremendous counter to the armwringer!  Irish-whip into the corner...





[A loud shocked outburst is heard by the crowd as Hayes not only uses
a forward roll to straighten his arm out, but also to get him Irish-
whipped into the turnbuckles.  Hayes follows in with a knee to the
ribs, doubling over the blond Dutchman.  He then takes a single step
back and uncorks an absolutely BRUTAL roundhouse kick to the side of
the head, laying HvD low!]

CL: _GHK-1_!  I CAN'T BELIEVE HE PULLED THAT ONE OUT!

FH: The... WHAT?

CL: The GHK-1, his finishing maneuver from the time before Todd
Johnstone got in his ear and basically remade him into the man who
joined Phoenix Valley Wrestling!  With his knee having sustained some
damage... you can see that he's limping a bit... I don't think he got
a knockout with it.  But Herscher couldn't have been expecting this!

FH: I didn't even KNOW about any of that!  The blue trunks, the
GHK-1... are you sure he didn't just invent it?

CL: You didn't do the research on your own favorite wrestler, Fred?

FH: Screw the facts, I have opinions!

[The camera gets a look at Todd Johnstone, who seems surprised
himself.  He folds his arms and sits back with a contemplative look on
his face, as Gibson shakes off the damage to his knee and arm, and
hoists up Von Donkerhardt.  He locks in a waistlock, and snaps off a
German Suplex, into a clean bridge!]

CL: GERMAN SUPLEX, AND HE'S GOT IT BRIDGED!




ONE!







TWO!





FH: Too early!  I like the attempt at a shock pin, but it didn't work.

CL: Hayes standing up, and he's grabbed the left leg of Herscher...
stepover toehold!  Gibson still going to try and play the mat game
with Von Donkerhardt!

FH: And this is the hold to do it with!  This is how the old school
"hookers" used to break the legs of idiots who thought they could walk
off the street and take on trained wrestlers because they were
champions in a barroom.

CL: Certainly a tactic I'd expect to see from HvD.  But Gibson is
fighting a very brave match, and I can't fault anything he's done.  If
he beats Herscher Von Donkerhardt THIS way... I'll have to publicly
retract a lot of what I have said about him.

FH: Maybe yet another reason he's doing this... though I think it's
more to destro whatever game-planning Von Donkerhardt had.  No way
Herscher saw THIS coming!

[The impassive expression of the Dutchman is broken and fractured by
pain.  He tries his best to keep it in, and years of toughening makes
him largely successful.  Except for the fact that we can see the
effort he's having to make to do it.  Gibson takes his turn to shout:]

GH: WHO'S GONNA BREAK WHAT, TOOL?

HvD: SHUT UP.

GH: ARE YOU BREAKING, HERSCHEL?

[Mispronouncing the name aside, this question has much the same effect
on Herscher as it did on Gibson.  He grows angry, and does a pushup...
twisting over to flip himself onto his back, which flips Gibson clean
over.  Hayes immediately transitions into a kneelock on the left knee.
Von Donkerhardt kicks him off in short order.]

CL: The Netherlands Submission machine escapes, and... escapes again!
Something touched a nerve!

FH: Those holds will touch all kinds of nerves.





FH: ...so will that!

CL: GIBSON KICKS HIS KNEE INTO THE CAGE AGAIN!  HvD used the ropes to
get to his feet, but that left him wide open.


[* CRASH *}


CL: AND A SPINNING HEEL KICK SANDWICHES VON DONKERHARDT'S HEAD BETWEEN
HAYES' LEG AND THE CAGE!  Herscher's head bounced off the steel, and
he is groggy!

FH: Gibson's using a lot of kicks tonight.  I wonder if that's such a
good idea, given that his knee has taken on some damage.  He's still
limping.

CL: Good point, but so is Von Donkerhardt now!  The challenger is
reeling, and Hayes... JUMPING ROUNDHOUSE TO THE KNEE OF HERSCHER!
That was basically an enzuigiri-like kick to the kneecap, and it
felled the Netherlands Submission Machine!

FH: What else would you expect from the American Truth Machine?

CL: The... what?!

FH: If you're going to keep calling Herscher Von Donkerhardt the
Netherlands Submission Machine, then you should be fair and call
Gibson Hayes the American Truth Machine.

CL: Well, the American Champion has locked on a FIGURE FOUR LEGLOCK,
and that's the truth, Fred!  He's going for a submission right here!
The figure four is one of the most debilitating holds in wrestling!

[The fans are rallying behind Von Donkerhardt as the figure four is
locked in!  Gibson leans back, and grabs the second rope with both
hands, pulling mightily for extra leverage!]

FH: And he's got the positioning perfect!  Don't even begin to whine
about him using the ropes, either... it's perfectly legal!

CL: It's legal, it's not a weapon, and it's not interference, so no, I
couldn't complain.  Shortcut or no, Gibson Hayes may be moments away
from ending the career of Herscher Von Donkerhardt!  If he submits, he
will never wrestle again!

FH: And if he doesn't... he'll never wrestle OR walk again!  And
that's exactly what Todd is letting him know right now!

[The camera gets a close up of Todd Johnstone, billowing hatred and
cigar smoke, shouting at Herscher that "YOU'LL BE JUST LIKE HIM!
BROKEN!  WORTHLESS!"  The Dutchman has his head wrapped in his arms,
so we cannot see his reaction, if any... until the referee puts a
count on his shoulders!  At two, Von Donkerhardt sits up... and his
entire expression has changed.  Gone is the impassivity.  In it's
place, a contemptful rage.  Gibson smiles when he sees it.]

GH: ARE YOU BREAKING, HER...

HvD: YOU.  WILL.  NEVER!  BREAK.  ME!

[Each word is punctuated by Von Donkerhardt wrenching... pushing up on
Gibson's left leg, which is over his own left shin.  Weakened from the
earlier offense by HvD, the leg slowly gives... Hayes' face belies the
pain.  At the word "ME!", Von Donkerhardt twists Hayes' leg, drawing a
yelp of pain, and giving him a window to escape the hold!]

CL: VON DONKERHARDT WILLS HIS WAY OUT OF THE FIGURE FOUR!  Even the
extra leverage from the ropes couldn't help Gibson keep him down!

FH: Oh no?  Look at this!

[What Fred means is soon evident... Herscher goes after Gibson, who
darts out of the way.  While Gibby is limping a bit, Herscher is
limping much worse.  The rope-assisted figure four has taken its
toll.]

CL: Hayes back to the stick-and-move from the beginning of the match,
as Von Donkerhardt has been slowed significantly!

[Jab and dodge, jab and dodge.  The people boo as Herscher cannot
catch up to Gibson.  Hayes throws a left... and winces notably,
drawing way back and clutching his shoulder.]

FH: Uh, oh.  Von Donkerhardt did some damage to Gibson's left arm
after all!

CL: I have a feeling that no matter who wins, we're going to be
second-guessing the strategies.  Von Donkerhardt's distributed offense
has done some damage to Hayes' arm and leg... Gibson off the ropes,
and BLASTS HIM WITH THE GHK-0!

FH: It was a thrust kick to the face.

CL: Second-guessing Gibson Hayes' move names?

FH: GHK-0!  Herscher's on dream street!

CL: Hayes is waving on the fans, egging them on as they are booing
him!  But... it's really not the same level of intensity, since he's
opted to fight a basically clean match.  He may be earning some
respect!

FH: Respect and a buck won't even buy you a cup of coffee these days.

[Hayes holds his arms out wide as he approaches a staggering-to-his-
feet Herscher Von Donkerhardt from behind... he swoops in, and clamps
a hand over his mouth... which causes Herscher to flail wildly!  A
closer look shows that he has two fingers inside the Dutchman's
mouth...]

CL: MANDIBLE CLAW!  HE'S LOCKED IN THE _NO SPIN ZONE_!

FH: But I think Herscher Von Donkerhardt knows this move by a
different name!

CL: No matter what you call it, the paralyzing effect of the nervehold
prevents the opponent from biting down... and if they don't get out
quickly, they can pass out!  Or choke to death if kept in this for a
long enough time!

FH: Herscher will tap out or pass out long before that!  I wonder how
many times he's been put in this during training... I wonder if he was
ever shown a counter.  If his mentor is who I think it is, probably
not.  More of a "figure it out yourself" kind of guy.

CL: Herscher is fading!

[Indeed, the pace of the struggling is growing weaker... his movements
clumsier and more jerky.  Gibson has a Cheshire Cat grin on his face
now, and he's talking to his potential victim as he slowly goes out.]

CL: I can't make out what Hayes is saying, but it's probably gloating.

FH: I bet he's asking him if, when he's retired, if he'll keep in
tOUCH.

[But then, another voice is heard.  A loud one.  It is one voice, and
it is many.  It is the entire 52nd Street Armory, chanting as one:]


Crowd: "H! V! D!     H! V! D!     H! V! D!     H! V! D!     H! V! D!
        H! V! D!     H! V! D!     H! V! D!     H! V! D!     H! V! D!
        H! V! D!     H! V! D!     H! V! D!     H! V! D!     H! V! D!"


[And, perhaps for the first time in his life, Herscher Von Donkerhardt
knows what the feeling is like.  When eight thousand people stand as
one and chant your name... give you strength... give you energy...
give you life.

His right arm shoots off the canvas, and his fingers flex, as if
puling it all in.  And he surges... slowly rising to his knees.
Gibson's eyes bug out, and he tries to put his weight into it, to
redouble the pressure.  But Von Donkerhardt proceeds slowly up, to one
knee... and to his feet.  Todd Johnstone jumps to his feet, screaming
and going into hysterics, but this has no effect except to encourage
them further.]

CL: LOOK AT THIS!

FH: Where is he getting it from?!

CL: HE IS DRAWING FROM A PACKED HOUSE!  EIGHT THOUSAND STRONG,
CHANTING HIS NAME!

FH: Herscher?!  I don't think... no way.  He wouldn't know what to do
with... DAMMIT, PEOPLE!  THIS IS THE FUTURE OF AMERICA YOU'RE RAILING
AGAINST!

CL: ELBOW BY VON DONKERHARDT!  AND ANOTHER!  AND...


[BBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!]


FH: HA HA!  One pull of the hair, and there goes your heroic comeback!

CL: Gibson still with the No Spin Zone locked!  He yanked Herscher
down by... LOOK AT THIS!

[YYYEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHH!  The crowd explodes as Von Donkerhardt uses the
off-position caused by Gibson's having to take his right hand off of
his wrist to pull the hair, and slips a leg up over the American
Champion's left arm!  His other leg wraps around the other side... and
he grabs the left wrist with both hands and RIPS... with one sudden
jerk, Gibson's body is forced to the canvas as the No Spin Zone is
countered directly into a Fujiwara Armbar!]

CL: FUJIWARA!  HERSCHER HAS THE FUJIWARA... THE CROSS ARMBREAKER
SUBMISSION THAT HAS ENDED MANY BIG MATCHES!  Gibson Hayes had to
loosen his grip to pull his hair, and Von Donkerhardt was ready to
pounce on the opening!

FH: GET OUT OF THIS, GIBSON!

CL: IF HE STAYS IN THIS, HIS LEFT ARM WILL BE BROKEN FOR SURE!

[And boy, does he know it.  Gibson bolts to his knees, and tries to
punch Herscher... he is pulled back down, landing on his back with a
WHUMP.  He tries again, and this time grabs the cage links with his
free hand... he pulls himself up to his feet, and jabs a thumb in Von
Donkerhardt's eyes to end the hold.]

FH: Brilliant technical counter!

CL: No, that was desperation!  The Fujiwara is one of the deadliest
submission holds there are, and Herscher Von Donkerhardt has new life!
Right hand to Gibson's temple!  Hayes fires back with a right!  The
fans are on their feet!  Von Donkerhardt with the elbow, and Hayes
throws a left... no, he's grabbing his shoulder!  Big opening for
HvD...





[Cheers!]


CL: ...WHO SLAMS HIS HEAD INTO THE CAGE!  THE ARM INJURY GENERATED THE
OPENING, AND HAYES IS STUNNED!

FH: NO!  GET OUT OF... crap... ROLL AWAY!  SOMEHOW!

CL: Double underhook... BUTTERFLY SUPLEX... RELEASE INTO THE CAGE!





[The cage flexes as Gibson's body hits it upside down, propelled over
the ropes so that his heels actually drag against the cage ceiling!
He bounces off like a rubber ball, collapsing to the mat and rolling
into center ring as the fans celebrate.]

CL: HERSCHER FOR THE COVER... NO!

FH: He's going for a keylock!  Trying to break his arm!

CL: Von Donkerhardt wants the submission!  He might have had a pin
right there, but he wants to make Gibson Hayes quit!  Keylock is
applied, and if this were mixed martial arts the match would be over
right now!

FH: But this is a real man's fight, Chip.  It goes to a finish... with
stakes like these, you don't get out of holds by quitting, you have to
risk it for the escape!

CL: Hayes... twists his body on the mat to straighten his arm out!
OW!

[As Gibson forces his way out by basically sliding out from underneath
Herscher, the blond Dutchman takes a proactive approach... letting go
of the hold suddenly, standing up, and kneedropping the back of
Gibson's head to jam his face into the mat!]

FH: At least he escaped the hold!

CL: But he's seriously on the defensive now!  Hayes rolls away,
scrambling to his feet.  He's got a look of desperation!  Charges...





CL: BACK BODY DROP INTO THE CAGE!  AND THE FANS LOVE IT!

FH: He almost hit the ceiling!  His legs DID hit the ceiling!

CL: Intensifying the impact on his back!  Between that and the
butterfly suplex into the cage...

FH: He's targeting ANOTHER body part?!

CL: BACKBREAKER!  And there's your answer...yes, he is!  Herscher Von
Donkerhardt looking to absolutely DISASSEMBLE Gibson Hayes!

FH: The Dutch are not qualified to disassemble Made In The USA
products!  They'd never be able to put them back together!

CL: Another backbreaker!  And I think that's the point!

FH: NO!  DO SOMETHING, TODD!

CL: Johnstone is white as a sheet!  Hayes to his feet, and a side kick
to the ribs by Gibson shows that he's still got fight in him!  Trying
to hold his back AND arm AND he's limping, but still has fight!
Herscher catches his foot on the next kick...

FH: ENZUIGIR... AW DAMMIT!

CL: VON DONKERHARDT DUCKS THE ENZUIGIRI!  He has both legs now...
Boston Crab?  No, slingshot!





CL: ...INTO THE CAAAAGE!

[Gibson bounces back halfway across the ring, and although he didn't
wear red trunks, it looks like there's some red on him now!  The
response is overwhelming approval.]

FH: I think that one busted him open, Chip!  This is bad.  REALLY bad!

CL: It will get worse!  Von Donkerhardt straddling him... front elbow
shot to the head!  Another!  Another!  Another!  He sees the cut!  And
he wants the blood to flow!

FH: He's gonna get his wish, especially if he does what I think he's
going to!





CL: SMASHED HIS HEAD INTO THE CAGE AGAIN!

FH: Why are these people cheering?!  They must not be American!  They
must be all the illegal's who the laws were passed to get rid of!  Do
your job, cops!

CL: Gibson Hayes is in a heap!  He is absolutely destroyed in there,
and Todd Johnstone has seen enough!  JOHNSTONE IS TRYING TO GET IN THE
RING!

[Using his cane, Johnstone has climbed the ringsteps and is feverishly
trying to undo the lock on the cage door.  A referee tries to pull him
down, but Big Bubba Hayes puts a brutal end to that with a ham-sized
fist!]

CL: BUBBA HAYES PUNCHED A REFEREE!

FH: He was a honky cracka, that's why.  Bubba always punches out honky
crackas when he sees them.  He told me so himself.  But I still don't
understand why he took a swing at me aft...

CL: The cage door is padlocked, and Johnstone can't get in!  Herscher
is coming over...





[A deafening roar fills the 52nd Street Armory as the Dutchman kicks
the door... while Todd's head was up against it, trying to get the
lock into the light so he could see enough to pick it!  Johnstone
falls off the steps in a heap, landing sprawled on the concrete!
Bubba snatches Todd's cane and attempts to jab Herscher through the
cage, but HvD takes a step back... Bubba's rage is in vain!]

FH: THAT LOWLIFE!  HE ASSAULTED A HELPLESS MANAGER AGAIN!

CL: There's nothing helpless about Todd Johnstone, and he had it
coming!  He's tried to destroy Von Donkerhardt for no reason!  And he
was trying to open the cage door so that Bubba could get at HvD!  But
now, there's nothing between... WHAT THE HELL?!

[Von Donkerhardt turns to finish a still-crumpled-on-the-mat Gibson
Hayes.  But as he approaches, Gibson pops up to his knees and throws.

Not a punch... but salt.]

CL: WHAT?!  WHAT?!  I THOUGHT HE... BUT... DIDN'T HE...

FH: I LOVE IT!  HE HAD _TWO_ PACKETS OF SALT!  AND VON DONKERHARDT'S
GUARD WAS TOTALLY DOWN BECAUSE HE DITCHED THE FIRST ONE!

[Now the boos come full force.  Now the full bile of the crowd is upon
Gibson Hayes, who reaches into his OTHER boot and methodically draws
out... a fork.]

CL: NO!  NO!  IT WAS ALL A DAMN SETUP!

[Stabbing commences as Gibson jams the fork into the forehead of a
blinded HvD.  Savagely ripping at his foe's head, Hayes soon draws
blood to match his own!  Trash is pelted at the cage as the crowd is
going BERSERK!]

FH: BRILLIANT!  I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN!  GIBSON HAYES IS A GENIUS!

GH: ASK HIM!

CL: Did he just... IS HE ASKING FOR A SUBMISSION?!

FH: Of course!  This is a submission hold!

CL: IT IS NOT!  IT'S A STABBING!

FH: There is no disqualification!  A stabbing IS a submission hold!

[The decibel level, which has been good but not _great_ up until now
(save for the chanting)... has hit Richter-scale proportions as Hayes
growls in anger.  His eyes do not betray a sense of victory... only a
burning desire to see the man on his knees before him quit.  And that
man is holding it all in... not making a sound.  Pain etched all over
his face, Herscher Von Donkerhardt refuses to yield.

The camera gets in tight, and we pick up the following exchange:]


GH: SAY IT!  SAY IT YOU SON OF A WHORE!


HvD: Go to hell.


GH: SAY SOMETHING I HAVEN'T HEARD BEFORE!


HvD: You... YOU FAILED.


[And with that, Herscher Von Donkerhardt reaches up and grabs hold of
Gibson's left arm... a simple armwringer is enough to set him free!]

CL: THE LEFT ARM INJURY!  Hayes couldn't keep hold of the fork!
Herscher's vision is clearing!

FH: It's not that easy!  Shortarm clothesline by the American
Champion!

CL: Hayes levels Von Donkerhardt... what did he mean by "you failed"?
That Gibson tried to outwrestle him but had to resort to his old
tricks?

FH: Who cares?!  WIN THE MATCH.  Win and it doesn't matter, because
Herscher's career is on the line!  He can't get a rematch!  Just win,
Gibson!

CL: Both men bleeding profusely now!  Hayes picking up Herscher...
trying to use his right arm as much as he can.  Scoop attempt...
fails!  The arm!  He tries again... GETS HIM UP...





FH: MICHINOKU DRIVER!  THAT'S... THE PRODIGY DRIVER!  SHADES OF TRACY
HUDSON!

CL: HE SPIKED HIM RIGHT ON HIS HEAD!  THIS MATCH COULD BE OVER RIGHT
NOW!

FH: Hayes is calling him up!  He wants him to stand!

CL: Gibson used the Mandible Claw earlier... he's going to the arsenal
of many of the people who trained him.  And Von Donkerhardt as well!
What next?!

FH: Herscher is up...

CL: SUPERKICK BY HAYES!  It... wasn't the best superkick I've ever
seen.

[After uncorking a sloppy superkick, Gibson turns to the nearest
camera, hooks his thumbs at himself, and announces in a mocking
voice:]

GH: Johnny Detson Style!  ...trademarkedGibsonHayesallrightsreserved.

FH: He doesn't pass up an opportunity to mock someone, does he?

CL: He has potential victory at hand, and he's showboating again!  But
now... Von Donkerhardt moving in!  Kick to the gut by Hayes... hooks
him... vertical suplex!  INTO THE CAGE... AND BOUNCING OFF!





[As the crowd continues to boo, Gibson lifts up Herscher in the
vertical suplex (using his right arm, of course), turns to the cage
and rams his abdomen and legs into the cage (as it is, Herscher's
knees are bent because the cage ceiling is low)... using this to
bounce back into a hard vertical suplex!]

FH: BOUNCED CHECK OFF THE CAGE!

CL: Improvised slingshot suplex!  Hayes is in full control!  And
now...

FH: GIBSON!  WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!

[Taunting.  The fans shower him with hate as he cups his ear to take
it all in.  Then he bounces off the ropes... and comes down with the
big leg drop across the throat!]

FH: IT'S THE SURE THING!  TYRONE HAYES' FAMOUS DEVASTATING MOVE THAT
FINISHED OFF COUNTLESS OPPONENTS!

CL: He never finished ANYONE with that!

FH: COUNTLESS!

CL: And NOW Gibson goes for the cover!



ONE!



[Cheers!]



FH: WHAT?!

CL: KICKOUT AT ONE!  That's what Hayes gets for the showboating!

[Unperturbed, Hayes stands up... and drops straight down with the fist
drop.]

CL: Hayes is toying with him!  What a classic blunder!  He's got an
arm, back, and leg all hurt to varying degrees, he's bleeding, and he
thinks he can get away with this?!

FH: He suckered Herscher so badly that yes, he does.  But he's still
the aggressor.  And you have to admit... he used a cheap shot one
time, but all the rest of this is perfectly clean offense, especially
for a no-DQ match, where he could just grab a shovel and beat the man
until he can't move any more.

CL: We're seeing more legitimate skill from him tonight, yes.
Apparently feeling he has something to prove.  Hayes picks up Von
Donkerhardt... fireman's carry lift!





FH: SWUNG HERSCHER'S HEAD INTO THE CAGE!  And spinning around to do it
again!





CL: An airplane spin... with a sadistic twist!  But Hayes' back gives
out after the second revolution, and he drops Von Donkerhardt to the
canvas!  Clutching his back... still, that move well worth the effort
as Herscher may be finished!

FH: Pin him, Gibson!

CL: Von Donkerhardt bleeding and just about out!  How much more can he
take?  Herscher standing up... Gibson charging straight at him...





CL: GOOD NIGHT, THAT HAS TO BE IT!  HAS TO BE!

FH: YAKUZA KICK RIGHT INTO THE CAGE!  THAT HAS GOT TO BE A CONCUSSION!
CRUSHED HIS HEAD BETWEEN HIS FOOT AND THE STEEL!

CL: That sickening, sickening impact has silenced this crowd!  And
Hayes is crowing about it!  What did he say?!

FH: He said he's going to win this in a landslide!  And you know what
that means!

CL: Von Donkerhardt is practically unconscious!  Hayes trying to not
only take his career, but his future health!  And if he hits a Red
State Landslide NOW...

[Gibson hooks him, and the silence gives way to a loud sound... the
capacity crowd imploring Herscher to do something, to not let this
happen.  Hayes lifts him vertical in suplex position... Von
Donkerhardt's knees bent as the ceiling is low.  He holds him upside
down, letting the blood flow to his head... and drip to the canvas as
his wound is now quite significant.]

CL: Now THIS is the move with which Tyrone Hayes, Gibson's mentor and
namesake, finished off countless opponents!  And here comes one
more... __RED STATE LAND... NO!

FH: NO!

[At the last instant, Herscher gains the presence of mind to effect a
very simple counter: he straightens his legs.

Pushing off of the ceiling of the cage, Gibson suddenly remembers that
his back and knee have taken significant damage... when they give way,
and he falls back first to the canvas, Herscher landing on top!  Von
Donkerhardt cinches in a classic half nelson cradle pinning position,
hooking both legs as Gibson flails wildly!]

CL: VON DONKERHARDT COUNTERED BY PUSHING OFF THE CAGE, AND HE'S
CRADLED HIM!

FH: NOOO!




ONE!







TWO!





FH: NOOOOOOOO!




THRE...



[MONSTER POP... NO DAMMIT HE KICKED OUT AWWWWWWWW!]


CL: TWO AND NINE TENTHS!  BUT HAYES ESCAPES!

FH: ...oh my heart.

CL: Gibson up to his feet, and kicks Von Donkerhardt in the head.  But
the Dutchman keeps coming!

FH: What's it gonna take, a shotgun?  That would be legal!

CL: Von Donkerhardt fires with a European Uppercut, just laced into
him with it!  Hayes rebounds off the ropes with the momentum from the
blow... GHK-1!  NO!  DUCKED BY VON DONKERHARDT!

FH: NO!  GIBSON!  GET OUT OF THIS!

CL: HE'S LOCKING ON THE COBRA CLUTCH!  VON DONKERHARDT WANTS TO HIT
THE __BIRTH OF TRAGEDY__!

[He tries, but Hayes reaches down, hooks Von DOnkerhadt's right leg,
and pulls up.  With all of Herscher's weight on his left leg... the
Dutchman falls!]

CL: THE LEG!  HERSCHER'S LEFT LEG!

FH: Brilliant!  Gibson injured that knee earlier, and it paid off
right there!

CL: Gibson going for the spinning toehold... ANOTHER FIGURE FOUR...
BUT VON DONKERHARDT KICKS HIM OFF...





CL: ...INTO THE CAAAAGE!  AND A SCHOOLBOY AS HE BOUNCES BACK!

FH: NOOO!




ONE!







TWO!





FH: NOOOOOOOO!




THRE...



[HUMONGOUS POP... NO DAMMIT HE DID IT AGAIN AWWWWWWWWW!]


CL: GIBSON HAYES WILL NOT STAY DOWN!

FH: AMERICA~!  The whole nation is counting on him!  He must succeed!

CL: Von Donkerhardt is up!  He is reaching for Gibson's left arm,
probably the most injured body part on the champion!  CROSSFACE
CHICKENWING... HAYES KICKS BACKWARDS AT THE INJURED LEG BEFORE IT IS
CINCHED IN!  Kick to the ribs... TUSCALOOSA TUMBLE!  GIBSON OUT OF
NOWHERE WITH THE TUSCALOOSA TUMBLE!

FH: The sitout facebuster is an all-purpose get-out-of-trouble
counter!

CL: Hayes rolling away to collect himself!  Herscher is woozy and near
his limit, if Gibson can only hit one more big move!  The champion
lines him up... SPEAR INTO THE CAGE...





CL: ...MISSED IT!  MISSED IT!  HEAD AND SHOULDERS INTO THE STEEL, FULL
SPEED!  AND NOW GIBSON HAS GOT TO BE OUT!  THAT HAS TO BE A
CONCUSSION!

FH: NO, NOT LIKE THIS!

CL: Hayes is wobbly, but still on his feet... somehow!  Herscher
barely able to pull himself off the mat at this point... wait.  What?
What is that?

FH: OH NO!  SOMEBODY STOP HIM!

CL: HERSCHER HAS THE FORK!

[The fork that Gibson used earlier, that he had turned the match
around with, that he had forgotten about after the hold was broken...
he now remembers, as it collides with his forehead in a running,
jumping Tomahawk chop for the ages... the crowd explodes as the
implement connects with a sickening THUNK.]

CL: TOMAHAWK CHOP WITH THE FORK!

FH: NOOOOO!

CL: STICK A FORK IN HIM; HE'S DONE!

FH: THAT'S NOT FUNNY!  NOT FUNNY AT ALL!

[Herscher drags himself to the ropes and dumps the fork through the
cage links.  He turns around to see something that makes even him
pause... and the fans are amazed.]

CL: He's... HE'S GETTING UP?!

FH: UNBELIEVABLE!

CL: GIBSON HAYES IS GETTING UP!

[Out on his feet, barely able to stand, Hayes points a groggy, wobbly
arm at Herscher... and waves him on!  He clenches his fists, and
stands his ground in the center of the ring!  The fans are in shock...
but Herscher, himself very unsteady, spares him no pity.  He marches
up to Hayes, who launches a looping right cross.  The blow staggers
Von Donkerhardt back, and Herscher fires back with a European
Uppercut... which drops Gibson in a heap!]

FH: That's guts!

CL: It is.  It really is.  From both men.

FH: Even I have to agree.

[Von Donkerhardt, taking a wide base to keep himself standing, looks
out over the crowd.  Eight thousand plus, standing room only, who have
given him their support, and saw him through the tough times in the
match.  Now, in what could be his moment of victory, he makes one
simple gesture to share it with them... he does a slow throat-cut
gesture, drawing the roar of the fans.

Hayes once more drags himself up, fists clenched, looking for his
opponent.  He does not find him; he's facing the wrong way.]

CL: Herscher is calling for it!  Gibson still trying to get up!  Hayes
to his feet... COBRA CLUTCH APPLIED...





FH: NOOOOOOOOO!

CL: __BIRTH OF TRAGEDY__!

[The crowd explodes as the Cobra Clutch Suplex utterly wipes Gibson
out.  Johnstone, by now recovered from having the cage kicked into his
head, can only stare in horror and rage.]

CL: WE HAVE A NEW... wait... what?!

FH: He's turning him over!  I told you about Von Donkerhardt!  He's a
sadist!

CL: HE WANTS THE SUBMISSION!  HE WANTS THE __WILL OF POWER__... AND HE
HAS GOT IT LOCKED ON!

[The hybrid Indian Deathlock-STF is applied.  Still conscious, Gibson
starts to scream... and stops himself.  He bites on his knuckle to
stop himself.  He wants to pound the mat, to end this... but he will
not do it.  His hand hovers above the mat... Herscher's voice is heard
over the camera, much weaker and more pained than earlier, but still
audible...]

HvD: ...are you breaking, Gibson Hayes?

GH: ...no.

[Gibson makes a last ditch effort to counter, to escape... but he has
nothing left. He shakes his head no one last time, before his head and
arm sag.

The referee lifts his arm once...

twice...

three times...

...and it's over.]


*DING*DING*DING*


FH: NNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

[The cheers shake the building, and Von Donkerhardt releases the hold
immediately, collapsing into an exhausted heap at Gibson's side.]

CL: UNBELIEVABLE!  WE HAVE A NEW AMERICAN CHAMPION!  HERSCHER VON
DONKERHARDT HAS TRIUMPHED!  AND FINALLY, GIBSON HAYES' REIGN OF CHEAP
SHOTS AND BLATANT ABUSE HAS COME TO AN END!

FH: BUT HE WOULDN'T QUIT!  HE DIDN'T GIVE UP, NOT EVEN TO THE END!  HE
DID NOT BREAK!

CL: No, but neither did Herscher!  Through all of this... this war of
attrition!  Von Donkerhardt showed the heart of a champion!

[The champion stands, forcing himself into an upright position.  He
accepts the American Championship from the referee, and holds it high
over his head for the world to see... and the world applauds.]

HD: WRESTLING FANS, IN TWENTY-FOUR MINUTES AND ELEVEN SECONDS... THE
WINNER OF THE MATCH BY KNOCKOUT...




     ...AND NNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW PHOENIX VALLEY
     WRESTLING AMERICAN CHAMPION...






          ...HERSCHER VON DONKERHARDT!



FH: I have to hand it to him... Von Donkerhardt earned it.  I could
mention that he used the damn fork too... but it's all fair.  He's got
his day in the sun.  Now the real test begins!

CL: The REAL test?!  What was this then?!

FH: I told you when the match began... you are _never_ the same after
the steel cage.  You cannot watch this match and tell me that either
Herscher Von Donkerhardt or Gibson Hayes will ever be the same again.
But they're young, they're strong, so all that remains to be seen...
will they come out of this as lesser men?  Men who were scarred and
ruined by the intensity of the match?  Or will they come out stronger?
Men who were forged by fire, and whose scars only made them wiser?
NOW the test begins... for both of them.

CL: Truer words are rarely spoken... by you, Fred.

FH: Thanks... I think.

[Herscher has shown the belt to all four sides of the ring, and now he
heads to the door.  Bubba Hayes seems ready to pounce, but Johnstone
orders him back... hate in his eyes, but his focus is on the man down
in the ring.  Von Donkerhardt makes his way down the steps, and the
new American Champion heads to the back with a heavy limp and a very
slow pace.

Johnstone rushes into the ring to check on Gibson, who is now semi-
conscious.  He's on his back, twitching.  He seems to be mumbling some
words...]

FH: What's he saying?!

[The cameraman enters the ring and gets very close...]

GH: ...didn't break... didn't quit... didn't break... didn't quit...

TJ: GET OUT OF HIS FACE YOU UGLY RAT-HUMPING SLIMEBALL!

[Todd shoves the cameraman down and orders Bubba to beat him up in an
act of sheer frustration.  Paramedics rush in as this goes on... the
ring crew heads out to get the cage detached from the ring and
reattached to the cables in the ceiling.]

CL: Gibson Hayes still holding to his pride.  That should be intact, I
would think, and after tonight... when he showed that he can, in fact,
compete on his own if he has to... I'd think he'll be a top challenger
for the World Heavyweight Championship.

FH: He'd be the logical next Number One Contender after the current
one fails.

CL: We shall see.  But tonight belongs to Herscher Von Donkerhardt!

[The camera shows Von Donkerhardt at the top of the aisle,
triumphantly
raising his trophy to the sky once more.  He then reaches down and
straps it to his waist... the bloodied, battered, limping Dutchman
will not exit the arena until his championship is properly affixed
around his waist.  Only then does he pass through the curtain, head
held high.]

CL: Von Donkerhardt is a hardened man who has been baptized by pain,
Fred.  I have to think that he'll rise to the challenge of being the
American Champion.

FH: Well, besides, I don't know... NOT BEING AMERICAN.

CL: What a historic night thus far.  Both PVW Tag Team and American
Championship belts have changed hand.  Will Rick Marley capture the
World title and make it three?

FH: If there is a god.  Could you imagine a PVW with Rob Cole and
Hersher von Donkerhardt in control?  That's a world I don't want to
live in.

CL: The fans are still reeling ...  Phoenix loves it when Gibson Hayes
goes down.

FH: Don't get used to it.  It doesn't happen too often.

CL: While that is correct tonight at Rise From the Ashes II we just
witnessed it first hand.  Gibson Hayes has held PVW gold longer then
anyone under the PVW banner.  While the winner of Doc Holliday and
Alex Martinez will be named the official number one contender.  Gibson
Hayes will be right there next in line.

FH: A Gibson Hayes versus Rick Marley could be a match for the ages!

CL: Well we will have to visit that possibilities down the road if we
even get to that point.  However next up we have possibly the biggest
match to ever grace a PVW ring if you want to talk about global star
power.  We already heard from Doc Holliday earlier.  Big Alex Martinez
is standing by.

[Dean Hayes enters the locker room, to find Alex Martinez alone,
pacing back and forth. The Last American Badass has already worked up
a sweat, as evidenced by the wetness in his dark hair, and the beads
of sweat on his scarred face. He turns, eyes hidden behind the
silvered lenses of his mirrored sunglasses and watches as Hayes
approaches.]

DH: Mr. Martinez. A word, if you would?

AM: I'll give ya a minute. But make it quick. I got a jackass to send
packin'.

DH: That's exactly what I wanted to speak to you about. Tonight, you
could be in your very last match here in PVW.

AM: No, tonight, I'm sendin' Doc Holliday home, and I'm finally takin'
the steps I need to get the title shot I shoulda had months and months
ago. Tonight could be my last match in PVW the same way that aliens
could invade earth. It could happen.

But it ain't gonna.

DH: Very well. Previously, Doc Holliday has said that this is a matter
of his life versus your pride. And he's indicated that he'll fight
harder than you because of that.

[Martinez scoffs.]

AM: Life versus pride? What a freakin' joke. Only a man like Doc
Holliday would see the difference between the two.

For me? There ain't no life without pride. There ain't no sense in
breathin', unless I got my pride. Unless I can hold my head up high
and be the one, _true_ legend of wrestlin'? Well, hell, what do I have
to live for?

Holliday, you're a man that's lived most of his life without any
pride. A man who made his bones in tag teams. A man who, by
definition, required someone to back him up when the chips were down.

So what would you know about pride?

You've never been driven by pride. You've never been driven by
anything ‘cept your own delusions of adequacy. And ya think I'm gonna
lose to you? Ya think I'm gonna let someone like you drive me outta
PVW?

I ain't goin' nowhere. Not ‘cuz of you, not ‘cuz of anyone.

You mark my words. When this is over, I'm gonna be standin' over your
bloody, motionless body. And you? You're gonna be...

[A smirk, and then a shake of his head.]

AM: No, not that. You're just gonna be forgotten.

[Martinez dismisses Hayes with a wave of his hand, indicating that
this interview is over.]

FH: And that is focus Chip.  Look in those eyes.  I would _not_ want
to be Doc Holliday tonight.

CL: This match has been the talk of the wrestling world everywhere.
It may be the last time these two men ever step inside the ring.
Their historic past.  With so much on the line ... Pride ... A shot at
the PVW World Heavyweight Championship ... And most importantly their
career.

FH: When the stakes are high big Alex is at his best.

CL: And let's go to the Voice for our next match ...

FH: Next match? You're looking at THE MATCH of Rise of the Ashes!
Right here right now is the most important match in PVW history!

HD: Ladies and Gentlemen our next match is the LOSER MUST LEAVE PVW
MATCH!

[The crowd erupts in a thunderous cheer as they know the stakes at
hand. Suddenly, the distinctive notes of "Battle Without Honor or
Humanity" begin to blare over the loud speakers]

HD: And now, coming to the ring.  He stands an even seven feet tall
and weighs in at three hundred and fifty pounds.  A former World
Heavyweight Champion. Hailing from Los Angeles, California.  Here is
the Last American Badass....

       ALEX         MARTINEZ!!!!

[As the fans begin to go crazy, out steps the massive form of the Last
American Badass.  His expression calm but intense, Alex Martinez
pauses a moment, and then steps forward.  All around him, fans cheer
and scream, hands reaching out to touch his chest and shoulders,
though the stoic Martinez doesn't appear to be aware.  He wears a
black leather jacket, as well as his long black wrestling leggings and
his wrestling books, which look more like biker boots than "proper"
gear.  Both of Martinez' fists are covered in black fingerless gloves,
and his right elbow is covered in a black pad.  Martinez moves up the
stairs, throwing one long leg and then the other over the top rope.
Martinez moves into the center of the ring and stares ahead at his
opponent, waiting for the bell to ring, waiting for the violence to
begin.]

FH: Tonight, once and for all Alex Martinez will put Doc Holliday back
where he belongs in RETIREMENT!

CL: This isn't a retirement match Fred ...

FH: Trust me Chip, when Martinez is done with Holliday he will have no
choice but to retire!

[The eerie harmonica opening to Enrico Morricone's "Man With A
Harmonica" from "Once Upon A Time In The West" strains from the PA, as
the lights dim.  The crowd explodes in wild cheers.]

CL: The crowd loves Doc Holliday ...

FH: This is the same crowd that loves Caleb Foley so we know that what
they think doesn't amount to a piss in a lake!

CL: Doc Holliday is a former world champion and many times over tag
team champion ...

FH: And Martinez is a former world champion as well. Martinez is a
true legend in this sport!

CL: And so is Holliday.

FH: Please! He is better when Brent Maverick carries his carcass!

[As the foreboding music echoes in the background, Doc Holliday
emerges from the back.  He is wearing a tailor-made old-style
suit of a cut and style popular in the late 1800's; a black jacket
with white silk ruffled undershirt, a gold undervest, and long black
pants.  He also wears a black hat, from which his long wavy light-
brown hair dips to just below shoulder level.  A gold chain can be
seen dangling from his suit jacket.  Doc moves with a mild limp, and
uses a mahogany hand-carved walking stick to assist him on the way
down the aisle.  He seems to be carrying a grim expression on his
angular, clean-shaven face.

As the fans continue to cheer, Holliday arrives at ringside, and
slowly heads around the ring.  The music grows more intense, as Doc
heads up the steps, scanning the ring area for threats in a level,
unhurried manner.  He steps between the ropes, and calmly heads to the
middle of the ring.  The referee intercedes, as Doc is still
brandishing his walking stick.  He raises the stick in the air as the
ring announcer gives the introduction:]


HD: INTRODUCING, FROM TOMBSTONE, ARIZONA... WEIGHING IN AT TWO-HUNDRED
AND THIRTY-TWO POUNDS...


       DOC        HOLLIDAY!!!!


[The cheers rise from the crowd to a fever pitch as Holliday backs
towards his corner, and begins the disrobing process as the music dies
down.  This reveals his full-length black-and-gold trunks... black
with gold outlines of various symbols of the gambler's trade on it...
dice, cards, roulette wheels, etc.  He wears black-and-gold wrestling
boots, and standard white wrist-tape as well.]

[The crowd is at a frenzy as Doc Holliday and Alex Martinez stand
across the from one another just glaring.]

CL: If looks could kill!

FH: This match would be over! The Last American Badass is staring a
hole through the very soul of Doc Holliday.

CL: After tonight one of these men will no longer be employed by the
PVW!

FH: Which is too bad for Doc Holliday as I don't see anyone hiring a
soon to be wheel chair bound man to wrestle.

[The two men walk to the center of the ring, the height advantage of
Alex Martinez being very noticeable. Alex and Doc's face are stoic as
referee Duke Martin reminds the two men what is at stake here. Duke
looks towards the time keeper and signals for the bell.]


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Phoenix, Arizona - 52nd Street Armory
PVW - RISE FROM THE ASHES II - LOSER LEAVES PVW
"The Last American Badass" Alex Martinez v. Doc Holliday

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

*DING*DING*DING*

[The crowd continues to roar as the two legends begin to slowly circle
one another.]

CL: Doc Holliday is not going to be able to match Martinez in the
power department and he knows that.

FH Doc should just take the finger poke of doom and save everyone
time! I mean come on Doc is no match for Martinez, and near as I know
Brent didn't make the journey to the Armory tonight to bail Holliday
out!

CL: Sometimes I wonder how you got your job! I mean seriously Doc
Holliday is a legend in this business!

FH: Legend in the limbo walk.

[Doc Holliday shows no intimidation as he quickly locks up with The
Last American Badass. Martinez uses his massive size difference to
push Holliday into the ring ropes. Martin begins to demand a break by
Martinez but drives his knee into the gut of Holliday and follows up
by driving an elbow into the back of Holliday's skull. Before Holliday
falls face first into the mat Martinez drills his knee square into
Holliday's jaw sprawling him back into the ropes and Martinez begins
to unload with rights and lefts!]

FH: Martinez is completely in control right now as he rattles the
brain of Holiday with this onslaught.

CL: Martin still trying to get Martinez to back off allowing Holliday
to get off of the ropes.

FH: Like that's going to happen! Martinez is out to prove that he is
PVW!

[Martinez backs off just enough to be able to grab Holliday's arm and
whip him across the ring with an Irish Whip. As Holliday rebounds off
of the ropes Martinez lowers his head ...]

CL: Martinez lowers his head a second early and Holliday leap frogs
over him.

FH: A leap frog? In all my years announcing the PVW I don't think I
have ever seen a leap frog!

[Holliday rebounds off of the second set of ropes and leaps at
Martinez with a cross body block. Martinez catches Holliday in mid-
flight and quickly shifts him onto his shoulder and runs forward
tossing Holliday into the air ...]

CL: And Holliday is left to dry over the top rope!

FH: Wait where did Holliday go.  Is he incognito.  He is so short he
gets lost in-between those ropes.

[Holliday rolls on the ground holding his mid-section as the former
SSN Global Superstar stands towering looking down on the legend.]

FH: Alex Martinez could squash Holliday like a bug right about now.

CL: Instead he is helping Holliday to his feet ... He lifts him into a
gutwrench and spins sideways dropping Holliday down onto his knee with
a backbreaker.

[However instead of dropping Holliday afterwards.  Big Alex holds him
right over his knee and drives down a vicious elbow onto the chest of
Holliday.  He lifts that elbow again and drives it down across the
chest once again.]

FH: Wouldn't it be great if Alex Martinez ended Doc Holliday's PVW
career inside Arizona?  Being Doc's home town _and_ PVW's?

CL: I think it would be a sad day for a lot of folks inside this
arena.

FH: Not this one sitting right here!

CL: We all figured that Fred.

[Alex Martinez tosses the much smaller Holliday aside as he raises
back to his feet. Martinez smirks for a brief moment as he reaches and
grabs Holliday by the hair and pulls him to his feet and just measures
the jaw of Holliday with a stiff right.]

FH: I think I saw a tooth fly out of Holliday's mouth!

CL: Don't say it with such joy in your voice Fred.

[Holliday staggers back to the corner after a second right hand is
driven into his jaw. Martinez quickly grabs the right arm of Holliday
and whips him hard into the far side corner. Holliday slumps slightly
in the corner as Martinez comes rushing in with his three hundred and
fifty pound frame and drives his knee into the mid-section of
Holliday. Martinez stands to his full seven foot height and drives the
knee into Holliday's mid-section again. Martinez lines up Holliday and
drives the back of his elbow into the side of Holliday's head once,
twice and a third time. Duke Martin steps in between Martinez and
Holliday checking on Holliday, who holds his jaw for a few moments. He
shakes his head no as he spits to the side.]

CL: I'm not sure if Martin really thought Holliday was in no condition
to continue ...

FH: Martin is on Holliday's payroll. He bought Holliday some time from
Martinez's assault. We need a new referee!

CL: Martin was being a good referee and wanted to check on the
competitor.

FH: Keep telling yourself that.  With all the money Doc is saving from
the Mercenary disaster he can afford to pay Duke Martin to screw over
Alex Martinez.

[Martinez motions for Holliday to come get some.]

FH: Let's see how big the midget's gonads are now!

CL: Holliday isn't the type to back down from a fight.  The winner of
this match will be declared the official number one contender in the
race for the PVW World Heavyweight Championship.  So the stakes are
high with a paycheck, pride, a title chase, and a PVW career on the
line.

FH: Alex Martinez wouldn't have it any other way.

[Doc is on his feet and appears a bit more hesitant to tie up with the
big man this time.  The two men head towards an elbow-collar-tie up,
but the crafty and quick Holliday around with a waist lock.  Alex
Martinez gives a facial expression like "Big Deal" and stomps his way
forward as Holliday attempts to hold on.  Martinez storms forward and
Holliday does a back roll to his feet and as the big man turns
receives a standing dropkick right into the chops ... Martinez
stumbles back and into the ropes he bounces forward and into an
armdrag take down by Doc Holliday and now the Phoenix fan favorite has
control of the match! Holliday quickly shifts to an armbar as he
attempts to keep the big man grounded.]

CL: Doc Holliday is about as crafty as they come Fred.  Alex Martinez
may out power him.  The big seven footer may out brawl him.  However
he wont out think him.

FH: That is usually Jessica Marshall's job.

CL: It is a bit ironic that Jessica Marshall isn't down here with Alex
Martinez in such an important match.

FH: Martinez doesn't need her to defeat Holliday.  Plus she now has
important business to attend to.  She has Mercenary's hailburton.  We
might finally find out who is paying him to make her life hell.

CL: Not to mention she now has the young cocky superstar - Chance
McKenzie on the job.

FH: Do you think Chance is her boy toy?  I always wondered what it was
like to be Jessica Marshall's boy toy?  Could you imagine Alex
Martinez here as anyone's boy toy?

CL: I don't put any effort in thinking about such things Fred.

[Doc continues to hold the armbar on as big Alex begins to adjust
himself accordingly. Alex shifts his weight getting his knees under
him and fires a forearm into the gut of Holliday. Doc doesn't
release the hold, so Martinez fires a straight right hand to the gut
of Holliday, forcing Holliday to break the hold. Holliday though
quickly grabs the head of Martinez and rakes his eyes.]

FH: DQ HIM!

[Doc Holliday throws a quick left jab that rocks the head of Martinez
to the side.]


"___TTTHHHWWWAAAPPP___"


CL: And Holliday rocks Martinez with his left jab. He's been known to
turn matches around with that single punch.

FH: It's a closed fist! Come on Martin do your job.

CL: It's obvious to see that he's letting the rules lax a bit this
match with the importance of the stipulation.

[Martinez places his hand on the mat to catch his balance and shakes
his head to the side as Holliday stomps on Martinez's hand. Martinez
quickly shakes the hand as Holliday grabs him by the head and locks on
a side head lock. Holliday takes a few steps forward and leaps but
Martinez counters the bull do by shoving Holliday forward. Martinez
shakes his hand as Holliday quickly pushes himself back to his feet.]

CL: These men have fought one another a few times before.  It's going
to be hard for either man to pull out any real surprises.

FH: When you toss a midget on his neck from 7 feet in the air you
don't need a surprise.

[Both men are now back across from one another again ... The fans go
nuts again for the two legends.  Doc Holliday stares up as Alex
Martinez grins telling Doc "Your going to have to do better then
that."]

FH: Alex Martinez getting under Doc's skin because here he comes!


*** GET HIM DOC POP ***


[Doc Holliday rushes forward and Alex Martinez side steps him,
Holliday rebounds off of the ropes and slides through the legs of the
Last American Badass as he swings a wild haymaker. Holliday to his
feet quickly and catches Martinez in the back with a dropkick.
Martinez stumbles into the ropes and Holliday grabs the top rope sling
shooting himself over the rope; as he does so he grabs Martinez's head
...]

CL: Holliday using the extra momentum to ...

FH: Choke Martinez on the top rope!

[As Martinez grabs his throat Holliday slaps the ring apron firing up
the crowd.]

CL: Holliday quickly back onto the ring apron and he grabs the top
rope ...

[Holliday slingshots himself onto the top rope and leaps off of it
...]

CL: And Holliday with a slingshot bodypress taking Martinez to the
mat!

[The crowd roars their approval as Holliday rolls to his feet and
drives a knee into the side of Martinez's head. He pulls Martinez up
and applies a side head lock. He wrenches the headlock a few times
before he jabs his thumb into the throat of Martinez.]

FH: Come on Duke! Doc Holliday keeps cheating! How can the fans cheer
him?

[Holliday doesn't release the side head lock as he wrenches the head
of Martinez one more time before dragging him to he ropes where he
drags the forehead of the Last American Badass across the top rope.
Holliday stops when he reaches the turnbuckle and grabs Martinez by
his ponytail and drives the head of Martinez into the top rope.]

[The crowd cheers wildly encouraging Holliday to slam Martinez into
the top turnbuckle again. As Holliday attempts to ram him into the
turnbuckle a third time Martinez blocks it and fires an elbow to the
mid-section of Holliday. Martinez grabs Holliday by his head and
drives him into turnbuckle face first.]

FH: Martinez quickly scooping Holliday up and connects with a
gutbuster. Look at Holliday rolling around on the mat like a goldfish!

[Martinez grabs Holliday by the back of the head and runs the face of
Holliday across his boot laces. Martinez pulls Holliday to his feet
and drives his forehead into Holliday's with a massive head butt.
Martinez does not release his grasp of Holliday's head and drives a
second head butt into the Arizona legend. Holliday staggers back a
step
and Martinez rushes forward taking the smaller Holliday to the mat
with a vicious clothesline.]

CL: Martinez back on the attack here ...

FH: he's in complete control as he drops to his knees and just begins
to rain down right after right into the skull of Holliday. I told you
Chip! This is Holliday's O.K. Corral!

CL: You do know that the gunfighter known as "Doc" Holliday survived
that gunfight.

FH: Well history will finally be rewritten correctly tonight as
Martinez continues his assault on Holliday!

[Martinez drives a final right hand into the head of Holliday and
roughly pulls him to his feet. The big man grabs Holliday by the back
of his tights and rushes towards the ropes and just heaves Holliday
over the top. Holliday though grabs the top rope and pulls himself
back up and into the ring.]

CL: Holliday skinning the cat!

FH: And Martinez hits the cat like a freight train!

[Holliday may have saved himself from being tossed over the rope but
Martinez catches him with a vicious clothesline that sends Holliday
tumbling over the top rope to the floor. The crowd gasps as it appears
Holliday hits his head hard into the ring apron.]

CL: God lord what impact on the ring apron!

FH: I told you that after tonight Holliday would be a cripple!

[Alex Martinez steps over the top rope onto the ring apron and glares
down at Holliday who his grabbing the back of his head. Martinez jumps
down to the floor and pulls Holliday to his feet.]

CL: Martinez drives his knee into the gut of Holliday and quickly
grabs him placing him between his legs ...

FH: The Last American Badass is looking for drill Holliday's head into
the concrete with a piledriver.

[Martinez begins to lift Holliday into the air but Holliday fights
Martinez getting his feet back onto the ground. Martinez drives his
forearm into the back Holliday and once again begins to lift Holliday
again. The crowd begins to react as Holliday once again fights off the
piledriver attempt.]


"___TTTHHHUUUDDD___"


CL: And Holliday counters with a backbody drop! Martinez is sprawled
out on the concrete floor as Holliday holds his head and tries to
shake out the cobwebs!

[Martinez grabs his back as he slowly gets to his knees; Holliday
rushes forward catching the big man with a Yakuza kick to the head.]


"___SSSMMMAAACCCKKK___"


CL: And Martinez is stunned by the sudden Yakuza kick! Holliday grabs
Martinez by the arm and pulls him to his feet and Irish whips him ...


"___CCCLLLAAANNNGGG___"


CL: Into the ring steps!

FH: Why isn't Martin counting these men out!

CL: Do you want both men out of the PVW?

FH: (sighs)

CL: That's what I thought. Doc climbing onto the ring apron as
Martinez is slow to get to his feet.

[Doc Holliday leaps ...]

CL: Flying headscissors takedown! Holliday takes Martinez to concrete
once again.

[The crowd roars their approval as Doc Holliday gets back to his feet
and drives a boot into the prone figure of Martinez. Holliday grabs
the top of the guardrail and drives a series of stomps into the chest
of Martinez.]

CL: There is no doubt Doc Holliday is pulling out all the stops here
tonight!

FH: This is just the calm before the storm. Martinez is coming to come
roaring back I can feel it.

[Doc Holliday drops his knee into the chest of Martinez before he
slides under the bottom rope and receives an ear full from Duke Martin
about keeping the match in the ring. Martinez slowly stands to his
feet; Holliday rushes forward and leaps into the air ...]


"___TTTHHHUUUDDD___"


FH: Martinez side stepped Holliday's insane leap and he crashed hard
into the concrete on his own!

[Martinez quickly grabs Holliday and pulls him up and drives him into
the ring apron back first. He grabs a hold of Holliday's arm and whips
him into the guardrail.]


"___CCCLLLAAANNNGGG___"


[Martinez runs forward ...]


"___CCCRRRAAACCCKKK___"


FH: And Martinez drives his right boot into the head of Holliday! Doc
had no where to go and I have to say I love it!

[Martinez takes a step back as Holliday slumps to the concrete.
Martinez screams; "You're nothing!" before he pulls Holliday to his
feet and tosses him under the bottom rope. In a fluid motion Martinez
grabs the top rope and pulls himself onto the ring apron. The crowd
begins to rain a chorus of boos upon the Last American Badass as he
steps over the top rope back into the ring.]

FH: Can you feel it Chip? The end of a horrible era in our lives!

[Martinez reaches down and pulls Holliday to his feet and clinches him
into a bear hug.]

FH: Martinez continuing to work over the back of Holliday.

[The crowd begins to cheer on Holliday who cringes in pain as Martinez
continues to use his three hundred and fifty pound frame to wear him
down. Duke Martin is quickly there asking if Holliday wants to give
but he shakes his head no and grits his teeth as Martinez tightens his
grip and pulls Holliday into the air.]

FH: Martinez lifting Holliday into the air and now Holliday has to
absorb the full impact of this submission hold! Look at his eyes! You
can see that he sees his career in PVW flashing before him. I love it.

[Martin once again checks on Holliday who once again shakes his head
no as the crowd continues to come to life trying to will Holliday
through the pain.]

FH: Martinez shaking Holliday side to side like a rag doll!

[Pain is etched upon the face of Holliday as Martinez cinches in the
bear hug tighter. Martin looks at Holliday and asks him again.]

FH: Holliday not responding! I think Martinez forced all of the air
out of his body and we're moments from having the plague of Holliday
removed from the PVW.

[Martin grabs the right arm of Holliday and lifts it up. The arm falls
once to his side. Martin takes the right arm again and lifts it and
once again it falls to his side.]

FH: One more time! One more time and this match is over!

[Duke Martin lifts the right arm once again and releases his grip on
it. Holliday's arm begins to fall and just mere inches from his side
the arm stops falling. The crowd erupts as Holliday lifts both his
arms into the air. Martinez bellows as he shakes Holliday to the side
some more and based on the intensity in his face the pressure on the
bear hug has been increased.]

CL: And Holliday is still in this match.

FH: Damn!

[Holliday struggles for a few moments before clapping both of
Martinez's ears. Martinez shakes his head and Holliday claps the ears
once again. Martinez loosens his grip and Holliday drives his elbow
into the forehead of Martinez.]

CL: And Doc Holliday fights his way out of the bear hug!

[Martinez quickly thrusts his right hand out and catches Holliday by
the throat.]

FH: Doc Holliday would have been better in the bear hug as Martinez
tightens his grip around the throat and grabs the back of Holliday's
tights ...

[Martinez hoists Holliday into the air and drives him back first into
the canvas.]

CL: And Martinez drives Holliday into the mat with a vicious
chokeslam. I would have though Martinez would go for the cover but he'
not instead he pulls Holliday to his feet and hoists him onto his
shoulder!

[Martinez takes three running strides but Holliday pushes himself off
of Martinez's back and winds up behind him. Martinez spins around
quickly and is meet with Holliday's left jab.]


"___TTTHHHWWWAAAPPP___"


CL: And that left jab from Holliday stuns Martinez and Holliday with a
quick roll-up!




!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




[Martin thrusts two fingers into the air as Martinez kicks out and the
Last American Badass is first to his feet and catches Holliday in the
side of the head with a stiff boot. He once again pulls the smaller up
and hoists him onto his shoulder ...]

FH: Powerslam! Martinez drives Holliday back into the mat once again
working over the back. He is working over that back to make sure that
the Firebomb puts Doc Holliday away!

CL: And again Martinez isn't worried about finishing this match just
yet as he pulls Doc to his feet and whips him hard into the corner.
Holliday staggers out ...

[The crowd gasps as Alex Martinez rushes forwards and nearly
decapitates Doc Holliday with a vicious lariat clothesline.]

FH: And Holliday was turned inside out! Martinez is just vicious
tonight as he tries to pick Holliday apart piece by piece. Martinez
pulls Holliday to his feet and once again whips him to the corner ...

[Holliday leaps to the second turnbuckle and leaps backwards towards
Martinez who catches him and drives him to the mat with a fall away
slam. Holliday showing his ring awareness rolling under the bottom
rope to the apron as Martinez stands back to his feet.]

FH: Look at the coward hoping for a breather on the outside!

[Alex Martinez stalks towards the ring apron and reaches over slowly
pulling Holliday to his feet by his hair. Holliday though fires a
right hand to the gut of Martinez who releases his grip on Holliday.]

CL: Doc grabs the middle rope and uses for it extra momentum ramming
his shoulder into the mi-section once, twice, three times! Martinez is
doubled over and Holliday slingshots over him ... Sunset flip!




!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




FH: And Martinez uses his massive tree trunk like legs to crush the
head of Holliday breaking the pinfall.

[Martinez is back to his feet and so is Holliday. Martinez swings a
wild haymaker that Holliday ducks under and rushes to the far side
ropes. He rebounds off and leaps catching Martinez behind the knee
with a chop block. Alex Martinez drops to one knee and Doc Holliday
rushes off of the ropes and catches Martinez in the back of the head
with a stiff elbow that sends the big man sprawling onto the mat. The
crowd roars its approval as doc Holliday begins to beg Martinez to
stand to his feet.]

CL: Martinez getting his knees back under himself and slowly pushing
himself to his feet.

[Alex Martinez is doubled over as he has his feet underneath him; Doc
Holliday jumps up in the air landing a leg across the back of the head
of Alex Martinez.]

CL: And Doc Holliday continues to electrify the crowd with that leg
drop bulldog!

[Doc Holliday thrusts his arms into the air as he makes his way to the
corner.]

CL: Doc Holliday looking to take flight here ...

FH: Why do the midgets always want to fly?

CL: Wait isn't Holliday taller than you?

[Holliday grabs ahold of the top rope as Martinez gets back to his
feet. Martinez glares at Holliday; who's back is to him and rushes
forward and crushes him into the corner. Holliday groans as Martinez
grabs his head and slams him into the turnbuckle. Martinez tries again
but Holliday catches him in the ribs with a back elbow and quickly
catches Martinez with a European uppercut. Martinez staggers backwards
as Holliday climbs to the second rope ...]

[The crowd cheers widly as Holliday leaps ...]

CL: Flipover Neckbreaker! What a blockbuster of a move! Holliday once
again going for the cover!




!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




[Martinez places his right leg on the bottom rope and Duke Martin sees
it stopping the count and holding up two fingers for the crowd to see.
The crowd moans in disappointment.]

FH: And Martinez uses his ring awareness!

[Holliday slaps the mat in frustration before he gets back to his feet
and drops an elbow into the side of Martinez's head. Doc Holliday
rolls to the outside and grabs the leg of Martinez. Alex begins to
wave his arms and say no as Holliday brings the right leg of Martinez
into the air and drives the knee into the ring apron. Martinez screams
in pain as Holliday pulls the leg up into the air once again and again
drives it into the corner of the ring apron.]

CL: And Doc Holliday is trying to take the height advantage out of the
equation!

[Holliday pulls the struggling Martinez to the ring post and Duke
Martin begins to scream at Holliday not to do it but his warnings are
drowned out by the roar of the crowds egging Holliday on.]



"___TTTHHHUUUDDDD___"



"___TTTHHHUUUDDD___"



CL: And Holliday wraps the leg off Martinez around the steel ring
post!

[Martinez is able to kick his leg free from the grasp of Doc Holliday
and pushes himself into the center of the ring as Holliday climbs up
the ring steps. Duke Martin bends over and asks Alex Martinez if he
can continue and as if answering him the big man slowly powers his way
to his feet once again.]

FH: Martinez showing his toughness as he gets back to his feet.

CL: And look at him step gingerly onto the right leg as Holliday is
back in the ring.

[Martinez swings wildly with a right hand that Holliday ducks and
Holliday drives his boot into the right thigh of Martinez. The big man
staggers back but doesn't fall. Holliday off of the ropes and catches
the former world champion with a clothesline rocking him back into the
ropes. Holliday drives another right boot into the thigh of Martinez
causing him to grab the top rope for support.]

CL: Holliday running the far side ropes ...

[Martinez ducks the charging Holliday and powers him up and over ...]

CL: And again Holliday grabs the top rope! This time he lands on his
feet on the apron as Martinez pulls the top rope to get back to his
feet ...

[Doc Holliday reaches over the top rope and pulls Martinez to the mat
back first. Doc Holliday quickly ascends to the top rope.]


*** FLASH BULBS POP THROUGHOUT THE ARENA ***


CL: And Holliday with an elbow drop to the heart of Alex Martinez!

[The crowd continues to roar as Doc Holliday rolls over for the
cover.]




!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




!!! TH ---




FH: And Alex Martinez edges his right shoulder up!

[The crowd lets out a collective sigh of disappointment as Doc
Holliday runs his hand through his hair.]

CL: Doc must be wondering what he needs to do to put the massive Alex
Martinez away.

FH: It can't be done!

CL: Caleb Foley beat Martinez ...

FH: With the help of a steel chain and a Keening! But he wasn't
resigned so I don't see doc Holliday having the same luck that red
headed step child did!

[Holliday is to his feet and reaches down pulling Martinez to his
knees ...]


CL: Low blow!

[The crowd moans in sympathy for Doc Holliday. Martinez drives an
upper cut to the chin of Holliday and slowly puts his weight on both
feet. Martinez grabs the head of Holliday and drives his head into
Holliday's skull. Holliday staggers back and Martinez grabs the front
of his tights pulling him in and driving his left knee into the mid-
section of Holliday. He stumbles a bit from the additional weight on
the right leg but he drives another left knee into the gut and he
pulls Holliday in and drives him to the mat with a belly to belly
suplex.]

FH: Martinez even with a bum knee is back in control as he
methodically pulls Holliday up and places Holliday's head between his
legs ...

[Martinez lifts Holliday up.]

FH: And crushes the head of Holliday with a piledriver!

[The crowd boos as Martinez rolls over for the cover.]




!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




!!! TH ---



[The crowd's boos shift to excited cheers as Doc Holliday gets his
left shoulder up. Martinez pushes himself up and grabs Holliday.]

CL: Martinez hoists Holliday up into a fireman's carry! He could be
looking for a death valley driver.

[Holliday though begins to slam is elbow into Martinez's head.]

CL: Holliday with five elbows to the head of Martinez who drops
Holliday back to his feet and Holliday with a quick dropkick to the
right leg of Martinez.

[Martinez drops to his right knee and Holliday grabs Martinez in front
face lock pulling Martinez back to his feet.]

FH: And Martinez gets his legs under him and drives Holliday across
the ring into the corner!

CL: Holliday just had the wind knocked out of him there. You could
tell by the look in his eyes he wasn't expecting that explosiveness
from Martinez with a bad leg!

[Martinez slams his shoulder into the gut of Holliday and uses his
shoulder to lift Holliday on to the top rope. Martinez climbs to the
second rope where he hooks Holliday's arm over his neck.]

CL: It looks like Martinez might be looking for a superplex here.

[Holliday drives a left hook into the body of Martinez and follows up
with a second one. He shoves Martinez off of the ropes and as he hits
the mat you can see the leg buckle a bit giving Holliday the
opportunity to leap.]

CL: Holliday with a tornado ... no Martinez blocks it by tossing
Holiday clear across the ring and he has a head steam ...



!!! TTTHHHUUUDDD !!!



FH: And the running kick to side of Holliday's head sends him crashing
to the outside!

[Martinez begins to rub his right leg as Holliday pulls himself by the
apron and slides under the bottom rope back into the ring. Martinez
drives his left boot into Holliday's back and pulls him back to his
feet.]

CL: And a backbreaker by Martinez.

FH: And like a true legend he begins to push Holliday across his knee
to inflict additional pain.

[Duke Martin drops next to Holliday and begins to ask him if he wants
to throw in he towel. To the crowd's delight Holliday screams no and
Martinez drives his head into the mid-section of Holliday.]

CL: Now that's something I haven't seen before.

[Martinez tosses Holliday to the mat like a carcass and pulls him up
to his feet; locking on a front chancery he lifts Holliday into the
air and the leg once again slightly buckles but Martinez is able to
hold Holliday up.]

FH: Look at the strength of Alex Martinez holding Holliday up there
like he is nothing.

[Holliday struggles and is able to twist his way from Martinez's grasp
and slides down his back catching Martinez with a roll-up.]



!!! ONE !!!



!!! TWO !!!



FH: And Martinez kicks out!

[Holliday is back to his feet first and catches Martinez with a side
head lock. He takes five steps and drives Martinez face first into the
mat with a bulldog. Doc Holliday is quickly back to his feet and grabs
Martinez by the ankle. He lifts Martinez's leg and slams it into the
mat.]

CL: Holliday once again going to work on the leg of Martinez as he
just slams it into the mat time and time again.

[Martinez rolls over to his back as he grabs his knee. Doc Holliday
quickly grabs both legs of Alex Martinez and hooks his legs under his
arms. The crowd screams as Holliday begins to turn Martinez over for a
Boston crab.]

CL: And Holliday has the Boston crab ... NO! Martinez uses his
strength to kick Holliday off of him and into the ropes. Martinez is
getting back to his feet ...

[Holliday rushes forward and Martinez ducks the clothesline; Holliday
off of the ropes and ducks the right hand from Martinez. Holliday
turns on a dime and catches the right leg of Martinez with a stiff
kick followed by a second one. Martinez stumbles backward and Holliday
grabs the top rope sling shooting himself onto the ring apron. He
quickly springboards to the top rope and leaps catching Martinez with
dropkick.]

CL: And Martinez is still on his feet but just barely as he catches
the top rope.

[Holliday kips up and runs forward baseball sliding through Martinez's
leg to the outside. Holliday reaches up grabbing Martinez's legs and
yanks them out from under him. In a sudden motion he pulls Martinez to
the floor with him.]



"___TTTHHHUUUDDD___"



CL: And the Last American Badass hits the floor in a sickening thud!

[Holliday doesn't miss a beat as he grabs Martinez's head and slams it
hard into the ring apron.]

CL: Holliday taking advantage of Duke Martin's relaxing of the rules
as he drives his right hand into the face of Martinez and follows up
with a second!

[Doc Holliday drags Martinez by the head towards the ring steps.]

CL: Holliday looks to be measuring up Martinez ...



"___TTTHHHWWWAAAPPP___"



CL: And there's that lighting fast left jab again! Martinez's head is
rocked and Holliday grabs it ...



"___CCCLLLAAANNNGGG___"



FH: And he slams Martinez face first into the ring stairs!

[The crowd roars approval and begs Holliday to slam his face into the
ring steps again.]



"___CCCLLLAAANNNGGG___"



FH: Damn these fans in Phoenix! Don't they realize how easy it is to
manipulate Holliday into doing what you want him to?

CL: Doc Holliday seems to be focusing a years worth of frustration at
Rick Marley and his destruction of the Tucson Kid out on Alex Martinez
right now as he drives another right hand into Martinez's skull.

[Holliday thrusts his arm into the air and drills another right hand
into the skull of Alex Martinez. Doc grabs the arm of Martinez and
attempts to whip him into the far side ring steps but Martinez slams
on the breaks with his bad leg and is able to reverse Holliday into
the ring steps.]



"___CCCLLLAAANNNGG___"



FH: Get him Alex!

CL: The bad leg is hindering Alex from taking advantage of the
situation as quickly as he wants to.

[Martinez reaches down and grabs his leg as Holliday slowly pulls
himself up to his feet. Martinez rushes forward and drills a forearm
into the head of Holliday sending him sprawling to the concrete. Duke
Martin once again screams at the two men to get into the ring. Alex
looks at Martin and smirks as he catches Holliday with a thumb to the
eye before climbing to the ring apron. Martinez reaches down and grabs
Doc Holliday up by the hair and drags him onto the ring apron with
him.]

CL: Both men are back on the ring apron ...

[The crowd explodes as without warning the two men begin to trade
massive punches with one another on the apron.]

CL: Holliday fighting back ...

FH: And Martinez is giving it to Holliday as well as he is taking it.

[The crowd ohhs and ahhs in anticipation as both men stagger from the
impact of the blows.]

CL: Both men exchanging rights and lefts on the apron ...

FH: And if they aren't careful one of them may go crashing back to the
floor.

[As Holliday staggers he fires off a kick to the leg causing Martinez
to reach down to the leg instead of driving another right into
Holliday's head. Holliday rushes forward and is caught by a knee lift
which causes him to misstep his right leg misses the apron, but
Holliday grabs the top rope to prevent falling off of the apron.
Martinez grabs the throat of Holliday with his left hand and the crowd
begins to boo loudly as Martinez tries to lift Doc into the air who is
still holding onto the top rope.]

H: Come on Alex rip him off the ropes and throw him crashing to the
floor!

[The crowd continues to try and will Doc Holliday to maintain his grip
on the top rope but Martinez drives his right hand into the crook of
the elbow forcing Holliday to release the top rope. Martinez reaches
around and grabs the small of Holliday's back with his right hand and
lifts Holliday into the air ...]

CL: OH MY GOD!



"___TTTHHHUUUDDD___"



[Duke Martin grabs his head with both hands as Doc Holliday hits the
concrete floor in a sicken thud. The crowd is eveloped in a stunned
silence as the Last American Badass stands on the ring apron staring
down at Doc Holliday.]

CL: A ring apron chokeslam to the floor!

FH: Holliday may be crippled!

CL: I ... I can't believe it ...

[Duke Martin quickly steps through the middle rope and jumps to the
floor rushing to the side Doc Holliday.]

CL: Look at the sick sadistic grin on Alex Martinez's face!

FH: He is the LAST AMERICAN BADASS! Did you honestly expect anything
else? I mean Chip everything is on the line tonight for these two men;
the number one contendership and their PVW careers!

[Martinez slowly walks across the ring apron to the ring steps and
slowly climbs down them as he walks towards doc Holliday. Duke Martin
stands up and tries to stop Alex Martinez from advancing but Martinez
shoves him to the side and pulls Holliday to his feet.]

CL: And Doc Holliday just collapses to the concrete. He is out cold
and Martinez is just dragging him back to his feet again .. and again
Doc Holliday collapses. Fans this right here this is just ...

FH: This might not be for our younger viewers to watch Chip.

CL: I'm stunned you said that Fred.

FH: Oh don't get me wrong I'm enjoying every second of watching
Holliday look like a sack of potatoes.

[Martinez pulls Doc Holliday up once more and this time he grabs the
arms of Holliday and drags him to the ring apron.]

CL: It's obvious that Martinez's leg is still hurting him as he drags
Martinez instead of just hoisting him onto his shoulder.

[Martinez shoves Doc Holliday underneath the ring ropes and pulls
himself up onto the apron and steps over the top rope.]

CL: Martinez back in the ring and goes for the cover!




!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




!!! THR -- !!!




*** HOLY SHIT POP ***



[Duke Martin thrust two fingers in the air as he taps on Martinez's
shoulders and points to the foot of Doc Holliday on the bottom rope.]

FH: I DON'T BELIEVE IT!

[The crowd goes absolutely insane as the hometown boy still has some
life left in him. Alex Martinez glares at Duke Martin as if he was
insane in not calling for the bell. Martinez pushes himself to his
feet and grabs Doc Holliday by his hair and pulls him to his feet.]

FH: Martinez is now pissed and hoists Holliday into the air for a
powebomb ...

[The crowd continues to scream at the top of their lungs as Doc
Holliday begins to drive right hand after right hand into the top of
Martinez's head.]

CL: Holliday some how some way is fighting back!

FH: This is crap! Holliday should be dead! How is he even back in this
match at all.

CL: A human's natural survival instincts kick in.

[Holliday slips from the grasp Martinez landing on his feet and rushes
to the far side rope and rebounds off catching Martinez behind the
knee with a chop block knocking Martinez to one knee.]



"____TTTWWWAAACCCKKK___"



CL: And Holliday follows up with a leaping shining wizard! Alex
Martinez slumps to the mat and so does Holliday!

FH: Seems whatever magic Holliday had flowing in his body just left
him as he appears as broken as he was after the chokeslam!

[Both men are down in the ring as the crowd is going nuts. Alex
Martinez pushes himself up and is the first of the two men to his
feet.]

FH: And Alex Martinez is to his feet.

[The crowd buzzes as Martinez reaches down and pulls Holliday up to
his feet. He stares the smalled man in the eyes and then headbutts him
four consecutive times before whipping him into the far side ropes.
Holliday rebounds off of the ropes and ducks a wild clothesline
attempt from Martinez. Holliday springboards onto the ropes and leaps
off catching Martinez with a back elbow that sends Martinez staggering
forward; Martinez maintains his balance by placing his hand on the
mat.]

FH: Martinez maintains his balance ...

CL: But not for long as Holliday rushed off of the ropes and catches
Martinez with a swinging neckbreaker.

[Holliday grabs his back as he pushes himself to his feet showing the
effects of the chokeslam.]

FH: Look at Holliday he's hurting! The second Martinez can nail the
Firebomb Chokeslam this match is over!

[Holliday reaches down to pull Martinez to his feet but Martinez grabs
Holliday's throat and the crowd roars in shock as Martinez gets to his
feet.]

FH: Look at the eyes of Martinez. He is looking to finish this off ...

[Holliday quickly drives his boot into the right leg of Martinez.
Martinez though refuses to release his grip on Holliday's throat. The
crowd continues to scream and cheer as Doc Holliday once again kicks
the leg of Martinez. Martinez once again refuses to release his grip
so Doc Holliday changes his tactic and begins to elbow the arm of
Martinez]

CL: Holliday trying to fight his way out of Martinez's death grip.



"___TTTHHHWWWAAAPPP___"



[The crowd explodes as Doc Holliday unleashes a stinging kick that
buckles the knee of Martinez out from under him. Doc elbows Martinez's
arm again escaping the grip of Martinez.]

CL: Holliday is free and he grabs the head of Martinez in a front
chancery ... DDT! He spikes Alex Martinez into the mat!

[Holliday falls to the mat and rolls beast of a man over.]



!!! ONE !!!



!!! TWO !!!



!!! THRE --- !!!



FH: Martinez kicks out!

[Holliday stares at the ceiling for a moment before getting to his
feet.]

CL: Holliday must be thinking what moves he has that can take the
three hundred and fifty pounder down!

FH: Holliday is giving up one hundred and fifty pounds he doesn't have
a lot of his signature moves at his disposal.

[Holliday rushes off of the ropes and drives a powerdrive elbowdrop
into the chest of Alex Martinez. Doc Holliday rolls off Martinez and
stands to his feet and pulls the monster back to his. He drives his
knee into the head of Martinez and then drops an elbow into the
back of his. As Martinez doubles over Holliday slips behind him and
grabs a pumphandle on one of Martinez's arms. He maintains the
pumphandle as he floats on a front chancery.]

CL: Holliday leaps into air ...

[Holliday drives the skull of Martinez into the mat with leaping DDT
maintaining the pumphandle position which jams Martinez's arm up into
his lower leg, lifting it totally off the ground, so his whole body is
in the air at a dangerous angle when the head hits the mat.  Doc never
releases his opponent's arm, and the move ends with an arm and a leg
hooked in a Cradle pin position.]

CL: ACE IN THE HOLE!




!!! ONE !!!





!!! TWO !!!





!!! THRE --- !!!





*** AN ARE YOU KIDDING ME SHOCKED POP ***




FH: Alex Martinez kicks out! The Last American Badass just survived
the Ace in the Hole!

[The crowd explodes in a stunned shocked pop as an utterly shocked
Holliday glares at Duke Martin in disbelief. Doc pushes himself to his
knees and looks at Alex Martinez as he runs his hands through his
hair.]

CL: Can you imagine what is running through Doc Holliday's mind right
now? The Ace in the Hole has put away so many men in the past!

FH: This isn't a mere man this is The Last American Badass!

[Doc Holliday gets back to his feet and pulls Alex Martinez back
to his feet by his ponytail and drives a knee squarely into the mid-
section of Martinez and follows up with a European Uppercut and ...]



"___TTTHHHWWWAAAPPP___"



CL: And there's that devastating left jab!

[Martinez is stunned and Doc Holliday follows up with a another knee
to the mid-section of Martinez doubling him over.]

CL: Doc Holliday locking on another pumphandle ...



"___TTTHHHUUUDDD___"



CL: A SECOND ACE IN THE HOLE! Martinez again viciously drilled into
mat with that modified leaping DDT!




!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




!!! THREE !!!



[Alex Martinez edges his shoulder up and as Duke Martin leaps to his
feet and signals to time keeper and the bell sounds.]



*DING*DING*DING*



CL: Doc Holliday did it!

FH: NO! NO! NO! Martinez had his shoulder up!

CL: He got it up just a second to late Fred!

HD: Ladies and gentlemen here is your winner ...



!!! DOC HOLLIDAY !!!



HD: And as a result of his loss Alex Martinez is forced to leave the
PVW!

FH: Martinez was screwed! His shoulder was up! This is highway robbery
... and now the PVW loses a true legend in this sport!

[Doc Holliday rolls to the corner and gasps for breath as he stares at
Alex Martinez who slowly pushes himself to his feet. Martinez runs his
hands through hair and bellows no as he just realized what happened.
The Last American Badass stands to his feet and kicks the bottom rope
in frustration and disbelief as Duke Martin raises Doc Holliday's arm
in victory.]

CL: There he is the new number one contender to the PVW Heavyweight
Championship Doc Holliday!

[Alex Martinez slams the top turnbuckle before he steps over the top
rope onto the ring apron. Doc Holliday watches as Alex Martinez walks
down the ring steps flipping off a few fans in the front row.]

FH: There's the Hawaiian peace sign.

CL: Sure it is Fred, sure it is.

[Doc Holliday leans over the top rope as Alex Martinez grabs the top
of the guardrail and slams it hard into the concrete floor Martinez
glares at Doc Holliday who begins to wave good bye to him.]

Na na na na, na na na na, hey hey-ey, goodbye
Na na na na, na na na na, hey hey-ey, goodbye
Na na na na, na na na na, hey hey-ey, goodbye

CL: And the crowd is letting Alex Martinez how they realy feel about
him.

[Alex Martinez spins around and begins cursing to the arena as he
flips Doc Holliday off one more time.]

FH: These fans are completely disrespectful!

Na na na na, na na na na, hey hey-ey, goodbye
Na na na na, na na na na, hey hey-ey, goodbye
Na na na na, na na na na, hey hey-ey, goodbye

[Doc Holliday thrusts his arms into the air.]

CL: And there is the man who came into the PVW to avenge the savage
beating of the Tuscan Kid by Rick Marley and after tonight one way or
another the path of Doc Holliday's future has Marley in it!

FH: How do you figure?

CL: If Rick Marley wins tonight he's going to be staring down Doc
Holliday and as number one contender if Marley loses he's going to
have to go through Doc Holliday to get another shot as the Called Shot
is being cashed in tonight!

FH: So it's simple.  Rick Marley must bury Rob Cole alive.

CL: Sounds pretty simple eh?  Folks with Rise From the Ashes II nearly
in the record books.  It's time to be reminded what comes next?

[Melodramatic music plays as the famous Sherlock Holmes and Henry V
quote runs across ...]

"The game is afoot"

[The PVW Television Championship Belt on a black back drop starts from
a distant view and grows closer and closer ...

Fades.

The PVW American Championship Belt on a black back drop starts from a
distant view and grows closer and closer ...

Fades.

The PVW Tag Team Championship Belts on a black back drop starts from a
distant view and grows closer and closer ...

Fades.

The PVW World Heavyweight Championship Belt on a black back drop
starts from a distant view and grows closer and closer ...

Fades.

Music stops as we hear the cheers from the PVW Fans ... It cuts into
last End Game the ladder in the center of the ring.  Chaos all around
- Chairs/broken tables/ and PVW wrestler after PVW wrestler
motionless.  The camera shifts and hanging from the ceiling is the
famous brief case that holds the Called Shot.

Fades.

Across the screen we see.

PVW End Game Returns ...

MAY 2011!]

FH: The illustrious Called Shot!

CL: That's right the match that began Rick Marley on his sky-rocket
quest to becoming the PVW World Champion.

FH: And that is all that remains here tonight.

CL: End Game was a night in PVW's history we really started to take
that step into a national and later global power house.  With every
title at stake and that sought after Called Shot title shot that
allows you to cash it in against _ANY_ title.

FH: At any time?

CL: No, Remember after cashing it in.  The Booking committee has the
luxury in scheduling the match.  However the catch is that you have to
use it before the following End Game.  However before we get caught up
in End Game hype, we have tonight to finish and what a night it's
been!

FH: I am still reeling after Gibson Hayes lost.  I mean how does this
happen?  In American never-the-less!?!

CL: It was way past due.  Hersher von Donkerhardt now holds the PVW
American Championship around his waist and we still have one more
title match tonight.

FH: The only way to salvage the night now is if Rick Marley can
finally take the PVW World Championship away from that walking freak-
show.

CL: Rob Cole has battled some of the best PVW has to offer.  He
survived barbwire with Spectre.  He chased the Masked Outlaw out of
the PVW.  He won the World title from Chase Williams and we haven't
seen Justin Cruise since.  However Rick Marley is a different beast
all together.

FH: That's right Chip.  It's about time you gave Rick Marley some
respect.  He has done just as much if not more inside a PVW ring.  He
brought back the Widowmakers.  He took down Craven.  He ended Doc
Holliday's pupil's career.  And tonight he cashed in his called shot
to finally take what belongs around his waist.

CL: He has that chance and here is that dump truck backing away.

[The dump truck we saw last Heatwave dropped off full of dirt in the
back makes it's way out.  A bit of it drops out as officials begin to
prepare the "hole".]

FH: I think one of man's greatest fears is to be buried alive.
Watching them dig that hole and get things ready is a little nerve
racking.

CL: Rick Marley has already been at the bottom of a hole once at the
hands of Rob Cole.  You can bet he will be fighting with everything he
has to make sure that doesn't happen again.

FH: What kind of man requests a buried alive match anyways?  Rick
should of left Rob Cole back where he belonged in the insane asylum.

CL: Then he wouldn't have his chance at revenge.  Tonight is exactly
what Rick Marley wanted.  This like everything Rick Marley does was
calculated.  There has only been three PVW World Champions in their
long history.  Could Rick Marley be the fourth?

FH: If there is a god.

CL: And ladies and gents there is the voice ready to take us to the
final match of the night.

[Herk Douglas stands inside the ring.]

HD: It's time for our MAIN EVENT ...


*** ROOF SHAKING LET'S GET THIS SOB GOING POP ***


... It will be for the PVW World Heavyweight Championship Match.  The
rules of the match are quite simple.  The match will not end until one
man is at the bottom of the hole and buried alive by his opponent.


*** BURY RICK MARLEY'S ASS POP ***


... Introducing first the challenger.  He is cashing in his called
shot.
Wrestling out of Pennsylvania.  The Widowmaker ... RICK MARLEY!

[The lights dim and red spotlights begin to play around the ceiling
of the arena.]

#This ain't a song for the brokenhearted
No silent prayer for the faith departed
And I ain't gonna be just a face in the crowd
You're gonna hear my voice when I shout it out loud

[The spotlights pulse in time with the music as the PA system roars to
life with  "It's My Life" by Bon Jovi.  After a moment, "Widowmaker"
Rick Marley emerges from the back to a raucous chorus of boos.  The
dark haired wrestler is wearing dark long legged trunks with the word
"The Last Widowmaker" stenciled across the butt and with red spider
webs traced along the legs.  Pausing at the top of the entryway, he
looks out across
the crowd for a moment before nodding.

He walks unhurriedly down towards the ring, ignoring the boos, insults
and threats from those in attendance...and pauses at the 'grave site.

Moving towards the mound of dirt, Marley grabs the shovel and fills 2
wheel barrows
with dirt as his music plays in the background, then takes a further
moment to survey the site.  Seemingly satisfied, he strides down the
entryway, staring straight ahead  until he is about 15 feet from the
ring, at which point he sprints the distance, sliding under
the bottom rope, striding across the squared circle to climb to the
second rope in front of the announcer's table, where he raises both
hands to the crowd...then points at Chip Lester threateningly and says
a few choice words before hopping down and starting towards the
back...]

FH: Looks like Marley has some choice words for you Rick.

CL: He better concentrate on Rob Cole.

FH: That's a look of a champion Chip.

CL: You can bet it will be matched by Rob Cole.

[Rick Marley stands in the center of the ring as he turns looking
towards the entrance ramp.]

HD: His opponent.  Wrestling out of Hudson Valley, New York.  He is
the PVW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!!!


*** WORLD CHAMPION POP ***


... OUTCAST ROB COLE !!!

[The arena darkens and strobes begin to flash throughout the opening
drums of "Rumatahatta." The crowd is on their feet, a thundering roar
echoing throughout the building as the entrance ramp explodes in a
shower of sparks and the guitars kick as Rob Cole stalks through the
pyro and stands a few feet into the entrance. He turns to regard the
dirt and climbs to the top of the mound to stare into the darkness
below as he lifts his title high up and then whips it up and across
his shoulder, turning to stalk down to the ring!]

CL: The Champion is here!

FH: Watch Cole walk down that aisle way folks.  This will be the last
time you ever see Cole wearing that PVW World Championship.

CL: The most prestigious title in all of professional wrestling.
Think of all the huge names that has wrestled inside a PVW ring.  Men
who have won championship belts across the world.  Only _three_ men
have wore this title.  Chase Williams, Brian Young, and currently Rob
Cole.

FH: The Illuminati of the wrestling world.  Only the best will reach
this accomplishment.  Soon Rick Marley's name will be added to the
elite class.

CL: Rob Cole now inside the PVW battle zone and raises the World
Championship!


*** CHAMPION POP ***


[Cole climbs the turnbuckles raising the title high in the air.  The
fans are on their feet as they cheer the extreme icon on.  Rob Cole
hops off as he strolls to the center of the ring where PVW head
official Duke Martin stands with the challenger - Rick Marley waiting.
Duke Martin accepts the championship title from Rob Cole and shows it
to Rick Marley.  The Widowmaker's eyes only move towards the title
momentarily then shift right back towards Rob Cole.]

CL: Rick Marley's career has all been for this one moment.  His shot
at standing at the top of the wrestling world.  The only thing
standing in his way is the man who attempted to bury him alive - Rob
Cole.

FH: A threat Rick Marley doesn't take likely.


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Phoenix, Arizona - 52nd Street Armory
PVW - RISE FROM THE ASHES II - BURIED ALIVE: WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT
CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
"The Widowmaker" Rick Marley v. "Outcast" Rob Cole

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*DING*DING*DING*


*** LETS GET MARLEY BURIED POP ***


CL: The bell and the roar of the crowd tells us this PVW World
Heavyweight Championship match is under way.

FH: And both men are headed back to the center of the ring.

[Nose-to-nose the challenger and the champion stand in the center of
the ring.  The last year has been hell for these two men.  You can
feel the tension ... the anger ... the hatred.  It's all boiled down
to
this - Rise From the Ashes II with the PVW World Championship on the
line.  And in a blink of an eye we have a lock up and both men begin
to measure one another up.]

CL: Rob Cole isn't known for his chain wrestling or his arsenal of
wrestling moves, but we have seen him wrestle toe-to-toe with some of
the best for short periods of time.

FH: Well he has his chance tonight.  Love him or hate him, Rick Marley
is one of the best in wrestling today inside the wrestling ring.

[The Widowmaker pushes the champion up against the ropes where he has
all the leverage in the world.  Marley holds his hands up as Duke
Martin warns him ...  Marley then swings with a big right hand
ignoring
the referee, but Cole ducks low at the last moment and snatches a
front waistlock, hauling Marley off his feet and driving him back into
the corner with surprising impact! The Outcast delivers a few right
fists to the ribs, making space before DRIVING a shoulder in... and
again... and again! Cole finishes delivering another number of
shoulders
to the midsection before he hauls away, screams and rushes in for a
running splash... ONLY TO GET AN ELBOW FOR HIS TROUBLE!!!! Marley
rushes
out... but Cole snatches him up and whirls him into a back breaker!]


"___THUUUUUUD___"


CL: HUGE IMPACT!!!!  And Rob Cole drives first pain.

FH: STOP HIM!!!!

[Cole quickly dumps Marley off his knee.. and immediately drops his
head down into the exposed ribs!!  He screams as he pistons his body
up and down, driving the head into the ribs over and over and over
again!!!! The crowd gets to their feet as Cole forces Marley to cover
and roll... driving his head down into any exposed area of the torso!
The challenger tries to roll beneath the bottom rope, but Cole grabs
him around the waist and hauls him up and over with a gutwrench
suplex!]


"___THUUUUUD___"


FH: He's still a lunatic... I knew it! He's totally unbalanced! He
should not be allowed anywhere near the ring!!!!

[Cole transitions into a side mount... and DRIVES his knee in the
side!
Again!  And again!!! He starts to scream, grinding his forehead down
across the face of Rick Marley, laughing as the camera zooms in close
to catch his words... "... wanted this?!?!?!  You wanted this?!?!!
You
threaten my family?!?!!!  MY FAMILY?!?!?!!!"]

CL: Rob Cole has already lost it.  At this rate we could have a very
short match.  Either Rob Cole will destroy Rick Marley or himself.

FH: Why is he laughing!?!?

CL: I don't think those are laughs of joy.

FH: Or are they?

[The Champion yanks Marley right back to his feet and drives him
backwards with a close range vicious forearm shot.  He sends him
across and charges forward himself and drops Marley with a short-arm
lariat.  Marley stumbles back up afterwards and into an atomic drop
that sends Marley diving through the middle of the ropes for some
refuge.]

CL: Marley doing anything to get away from Rob Cole on the early
going.

FH: There is no count outs in a match like this why not.

CL: Or DQ's.  And that's what Rick Marley should be afraid of.  Rob
Cole seemingly has the challenger right where he wants him.

FH: This is turning out to be a nightmare.  Who let this maniac out of
the asylum.  Put the white jacket back on him!

[Marley shaken up on the outside and that isn't slowing Rob Cole down.
He rolls to the outside and begins to storm around the outside.  Rick
Marley takes off running and Cole in pursuit.  Marley dives back under
the ropes to get away from the champion and as Rob Cole dives under
after him Marley drops down with a double axe-handle.]

CL: Marley now putting the boots to Rob Cole who is making it to his
feet!

FH: Did he take a handful of pills before stepping inside the ring or
what?

[Marley swings again and connects, but Cole just laughs and grabs the
forehead of the challenger and drives his head forward with a brutal
head butt.  Cole then turns and begins removing the top turnbuckle
padding from the corner.]

CL: What's Cole doing now?  He is just tossing that padding aside.

FH: This could be very bad for Rick Marley.  If he can whether the
storm early the ring rust will work his way gone.  Rob Cole had a
match with Chase Williams.  While Rick Marley hasn't had a legit match
in quite some time.

CL: Cole is now pulling Rick Marley to his feet ...

[Cole with a stunning European uppercut.  He tosses another one as he
sets Marley up for the Irish Whip.  Marley _reverses_ it!  It
backfires as the Champion crashes into the exposed corner and Marley
hits a dropkick into the corner that slams Cole backwards into that
exposed corner again!]

FH: Give the Widowmaker enough time and it will _always_ backfire.
Rick Marley is a ring general Chip.  He knows what it takes to get out
of a sticky situation.

CL: He better hope your right Fred.  I have a feeling this wont be the
only "sticky situation" Rick Marley will find himself in tonight.

[Marley lifts Cole with a gutwrench and drops down with a vicious
backbreaker.  With the Champion now on the ground the rain storm of
stomps come pouring down on the Outcast.]

"__THUMP__"

"__THUMP__"

"__THUMP__"

"__THUMP__"

"__THUMP__"

CL: Marley just stomping away at the side of Rob Cole's skull!  Brutal
STOMPS!

FH: Knocking a little sense into Rob Cole.  Perhaps he will realize he
is out matched and just go lay in the hole so we can get this over
with.

CL: It's going to take a bit more then that to get Rob Cole inside
that hole.

FH: And Rick Marley will oblige.

[Cole pushes himself to his knees as Marley continues to punish him.
Finally Marley helps the Champion to his feet and unleashes a stiff
knife-edge-chop.]

"__THWAAAACK__"

"__THWAAAACK__"

"__THWAAAACK__"

CL: Marley means business.  Those chops echo through the 52nd Street
Armory.

FH: This is a true Champions way Chip.  Watch and learn ... Rick
Marley
has learned from some of the best this business has had to offer.

CL: His nemesis Doc Holliday is one of them.

FH: Can we not mention that name anymore tonight?  The thought of him
staying in the PVW makes me ill.

[With Cole dazed .. Marley charges the staggered champion, Marley
leaps for a charging clothesline... and catches the top rope across
his
midsection as Cole ducks at the last moment and yanks it down!  The
crowd roars to their feet as Marley staggers back and Cole yanks him
from the side!]

CL: Side Russian Leg Sweep! And the Champion still holding onto that
arm with an extension... kneeling behind Marley!

FH: Devil his due... this is just smart wrestling, forcing Marley into
a
kneeling abdominal stretch, forcing his weight down on the arm and
keeping that rib stretched and exposed! It's a slow... grinding hurt,
Chip. And if Cole is fast enough...

[Cole suddenly releases one of his hands from extending the arm and
drives an elbow down across those ribs... and then quickly slaps the
palm back into place to yank the arm extension again!]

CL: We always focus on the psychotic actions he takes... but Rob Cole
is
also a sound technician and he's proven it over and over again
throughout the years. This isn't just some crazy man who happened to
catch the title on a fluke... he's dangerous, he's experienced, and he
knows a hundred ways to hurt you BEFORE he heads for the weapons!

FH: But he always heads for the weapons... and that makes him a
criminal, Chip! A menace to society!

[Cole cranks the hold again... Marley gritting his teeth and taking it
as the Heavyweight Champion.  Marley trying to position himself and he
stomps on the foot that slides Cole to where he can hip toss the
champion out of the abdominal stretch ... Quickly off the ropes the
challenger drives a knee to the head as Cole begins to set up.]

FH: You just stroked Rob Cole ... Now give Rick Marley his due Chip!

CL: Your right Fred.  As much as I hate the guy - Rick Marley is a
worthy challenger to the PVW World Championship title.  There hasn't
been anyone in the PVW that has been able to stand toe-to-toe with Rob
Cole.  However tonight Rick Marley will.

FH: Now was that so hard?

CL: Very.

[Marley pulls Cole right back up and double underhooks into a
butterfly suplex.   He then quickly springboards off the ropes and
hits a picture perfect asai moonsault.]

CL: No pinfall's so Marley quickly off of the Champion and grabs that
leg of Cole and leaps forward extending it.

FH: Marley setting Cole up for later when he breaks out the
Showstopper.

CL: Marley could have Cole in the Showstopper for six hours and the
match wouldn't stop.

FH: Easier to drag him to the hole.

[Cole now using the ropes to push himself up and Marley waits as the
Champion reaches his feet he goes for an early signature spot - his
superkick known as the Casting Call, but Cole aware of his
surroundings ducks under.  Cole goes for a close quarters clothesline,
but Marley is the one to duck under this time.  Marley shoots a stiff
kick, but the Champion catches it.  Knowing that this usually brings
the other boot up he spins Marley around ... Marley quick on the draw
drops to his stomach and rolls outside the ring as Cole stands in the
center of the ring.]


*** HOLY COUNTER BATMAN POP ***


CL: Both of these men have studied their opponents well for this
match!  Rick Marley holding up one finger and telling Rob Cole not
this time.

FH: Told you Chip, a ring general!  No way you catch Rick Marley
sleeping.  Not in the most important match of his career.

[Cole uses his body to open the ropes inviting Rick Marley back inside
the ring.  Rick Marley acts like he is getting ready to accept then
backs away continuing the game of cat and mouse.  Marley begins to
head to the invitation again, but backs away a second time and this
time it frustrates the Champion.]

CL: Rob Cole beginning to lose his cool.

FH: Rick Marley will enter when Rick Marley wants to enter.

CL: Or Rob Cole could go get him.

[And apparently Chip has read the Champions mind, but as Cole began
stepping to the outside.  Rick Marley has dove under else where
placing both men back inside the ring. And the two collide in the
center of the ring, but this time Marley is quick as he shoves his
finger into the Champions eye socket.  He drops down and chop blocks
the leg of the blinded champion.  The battered and beat up Champion
from the days of wars all around the globe crumbles.  Marley grabs the
back of Cole's head and _slams_ it down into the mat.  He drops down
sitting on the Champions back and begins paint brushing him.]

"Is this all you have Cole.  Your family is watching.  And I am going
to take everything you have tonight!"

CL: I'm not sure it's smart for Marley to bring up Cole's family.

FH: It sure doesn't look like it really mattered.

[Marley continues to paint brush the back of Cole's head.  He grabs
the chin of the Champion to begin a Camel clutch, but the eyes of the
Champion widen and he begins to stand up!]






  C O L E ! ! !   C O L E ! ! !   C O L E ! ! !   C O L E ! ! !


  C O L E ! ! !   C O L E ! ! !   C O L E ! ! !   C O L E ! ! !



  C O L E ! ! !   C O L E ! ! !   C O L E ! ! !   C O L E ! ! !






*** HUGE POP ***




CL: COLE IS UP!!!

FH: He has Marley on his back!

[Marley holding on for dear life as he is shaking his head no.  Cole
breaks out into an airplane spin ...  Then leaps in the air and lands
right ontop of the Challenger squashing him!]


"___THUUUUUUD___"


CL: Cole just landed right ontop of the challenger!  A little dizzy
the Champion is right back to his feet.  Cole has come out on top more
so then Marley on the early going and he is pulling Marley right to
his feet to dish out more punishment!

FH: For wanting a buried alive.  Rob Cole has kept the match inside
the ring with Marley.  What is he up too?

[Rob Cole continues to rain forearms across the side of the head,
forcing Marley against the ropes. The crowd roars as Cole delivers a
knee and suddenly staggers back, one arm raised... and takes the
challenger up and over the top rope with a clothesline!!!]

CL: Both men up and over and Cole manages to land on the apron...

FH: That psycho manipulated Marley into this kind of match. Ever since
he's held this title, we've had nothing but problems... legal
problems,
production problems, financial problems... Rob Cole is a bane on this
company!

[The Outcast drags himself up the apron and begins make his way toward
the far turnbuckle... and as Marley struggles to stand, Cole begins to
run across the apron... AND LEAPS!!!]


*** FLASH BULB POP!  ***


CL: DIVING elbow drop ACROSS THE BACK!!!!  Good lord, that is nearly
300 pounds driven into the spine of Rick Marley and the challenger
just crumples beneath the impact of Rob Cole's body... the psychotic
Cole is throwing caution to the wind tonight, putting his own body on
the line in this brutal contest with the challenger!

FH: Somebody bring back the Made Men!  Hurry call Xavier Feyr!   Go
back and drag William Craven out!  Hell bring Marcus Manson and The
Mercenary too.  I don't care if you were a Widowmaker at one time get
your ass out here!

[Rob Cole is now feeling it.  He is on his feet.  The fans in the
front row by the guard rail are going wild.  He grabs the drink
offered by a fan and take a big swig and tosses the rest ontop of the
fallen challenger.]

CL: Cole eye's are glazing over.

FH: This is not a good sign.  He should be back in that mental
hospital.  This is why we don't let psycho's roam the street never-
the-less inside a wrestling arena.

[Cole goes to pull Rick Marley up ... OOOooooh from the fans as the
Widowmaker lifts his arm up and crushes the Champions family jewel's.
Cole bends over in pain as Rick Marley falls back down to the cement
floor still trying to catch his wits.]

CL: Classic Rick Marley move.  If you can't out wrestle or out brawl
go for a man's balls.

FH: Hey in a match like this beat away on the balls.

CL: Did you just really say that?

FH: Hey use them as a speed bag and if that doesn't work go pit bull
--

CL: OKAY ... Now I know this is PPV and we can get away with just
about
anything, but even I have my limits.

[Rick Marley now using the ring apron to make it back to his feet.  He
begins to pull himself to the ring apron to get back into the ring
where he can stay away from Cole and any weapon of choice, but the
Champion grabs the heel of the challenger.]


*** YOUR NOT GOING ANYWHERE POP ***


CL: Marley tried to escape back to the center of the ring, but not
this time.  Rob Cole has the feet of Rick Marley and he drags him
right back to the outside.

FH: Oh where did the Rob Cole go who can "out-wrestle" Rick Marley.

CL: Cole just dropped Marley OFF the side of the ring apron and back
down on the cement floor.  And he isn't done he has leaped right ontop
of the unexpecting challenger and he is BITING away at the face of
Rick Marley!

FH: Somebody tell that psycho it's not lunch time.  I know he lived on
green jello for months, but come on!

[Cole hops back to his feet and spits a bit of flesh from his mouth in
shades of Spectre.  Cole starts to stagger around the ringside area,
showing signs of frustration as he yanks the ring apron up and drags
out a loop of cords...he struggles for a moment and turns with a
length
of cable, looping it in his heavy palms before wrapping it around the
neck of a dazed Rick Marley!]

FH: And there goes any semblance of real competition... Rob Cole is
just
choking Marley with that cable! This isn't a match...this is nothing
more than a brawl, not equal the prestige of the Title Rob Cole has
dragged through the mud and filth!

CL: Say what you will, Rob Cole is looking to win this brawl...
dragging
Marley up that ramp, toward the burial mound and that terrible
tombstone!  One of these two men are going to be buried beneath the
dirt.

[Cole yanks on Marley, dragging him backward up the ramp as the
challenger struggles. Marley gets his feet under him... and rises in
order to snatch his arms around the neck of Cole, and drops for a
modified chinbuster reversal!!!]

FH: Rever... what?!?!?!!

CL: Rob Cole snatches a full nelson before Marley can finish
dropping.... He yanks Marley back to his feet! This is unbelievable...
Rob
Cole using all of his strength to crank that neck left... right...
left...
the fans are clearing out of the way as Cole begins to drag Marley off
to the side!

[Cole turns his body a little and his muscles cord up, his feet
plant...
and his hips suddenly pop up as his back arches, both bodies are sent
off the ramp and into the back rows with the sudden dragon suplex!!!]


"___KAAATHUUUUUUUUUUD___"

CL GOOD LORD!!!! Rick Marley folded like an accordion and the fans are
screaming in support as these two men lie amongst a sea of empty
chair!!!


  P - V - D U B -   P - V - D U B -   P - V - D U B -   P - V - D U B
  -


  P - V - D U B -   P - V - D U B -   P - V - D U B -   P - V - D U B
  -


  P - V - D U B -   P - V - D U B -   P - V - D U B -   P - V - D U B
  -


  P - V - D U B -   P - V - D U B -   P - V - D U B -   P - V - D U B
  -


FH: These sheep should be screaming for justice.  You can't do this to
a guy like Rick Marley.  He is sort of important!

CL: Right now he looks just like anyone else that has tried to step
inside a ring with Rob Cole.

[Cole is back up and looks towards the hole then back at the fallen
challenger.]

FH: He isn't!

CL: I think Rob Cole plans on ending this and crushing the dreams of
the final Widowmaker.

[The Champion begins dragging Marley towards the hole in attempt to
bury him.  As Marley gets near the grave, he goes pale as a sheet, and
starts firing a series of punches with such speed and authority that
it takes Cole by surprise.]

FH: Marley fighting for his life!

CL: I think Rick Marley saw his life flash before his eyes.  Look at
the face of the Widowmaker!

[Marley backs Cole up a step...then two...the Rick reaches down and
picks up the shovel and swings it ...]


"___CRUUUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNCHHHHHH___"


*** EGADS POP ***


CL: HOLY CRAP!  Marley just smashed that shovel over head, crunching
it into Cole's skull, knocking the big man backwards and stunning him.

FH: Desperation makes a man do things that he isn't proud of ... In
this
case Rick Marley just smashed Cole's skull with gleaming pride!

[Marley attempts to move Cole back to the ring, but Cole is too heavy,
so Marley hoists him back to his feet, then stepping back superkicks
him, knocking Cole backwards into a wheelbarrow, which Marley uses to
move the champ back to ringside.]

CL: Casting Call by Marley and he is just running back up that aisle
way pushing Cole in that wheelbarrow!

FH: I knew Marley  brought that down for a reason.

[Marley crashed the wheelbarrow into the side of the ring apron.  He
grabs the back of the neck of the champion and without hesitation he
rolls him inside the ring.]

CL: We are back down to the center of the ring.  For a moment there it
appeared that Cole was getting the match to what he feels the most at
home.

FH: And like the ring general that Rick Marley is he brought the match
right back to the ring.  Who is the smarter wrestler?

[Marley now on the ring apron sits waiting for Cole to move.  The
Champion still dazed by that massive skull shot begins to move and
push himself up and Marley strikes like the snake he is springboarding
off the ropes and into his Rocker Dropper.]

FH: Damn where are pinfall's when you need them?

CL: Marley grabbing that right leg of Rob Cole.  He begins to lock on
the Showstopper!  He turns and Rob Cole is in trouble!


*** GROANING FINISHER POP ***


[Marley has his version of the Sharpshooter locked in.  Cole reaches
forward and grabs the ropes.  However there is no rope breaks ...  The
Outcast is locked in as long as Rick Marley decides to keep him
there.]

CL:  Look at the blood dripping from the top of Cole's skull down his
face.  The pain showing through his face.  With this much pain and
blood loss he could easily pass out.

FH: Then he becomes that much easier to bury!

[Cole screams ... then begins to laugh ... the laughs become cackles
...]

FH: Okay that is just scary.

CL: Rick Marley is pulling back more ... And the more he pulls back
the
louder Rob Cole gets!


  K I C K   H I S   A S S ! ! !   K I C K   H I S   A S S ! ! !


  K I C K   H I S   A S S ! ! !   K I C K   H I S   A S S ! ! !



  K I C K   H I S   A S S ! ! !   K I C K   H I S   A S S ! ! !



[The laughter must be getting to be too much because after a few
minutes of destroying the Champions legs.  Marley drops the hold and
begins stomping on Cole shouting "WHAT'S FUNNY NOW!?!"]

CL: Marley is now falling down to Rob Cole's level.  And look at
Marley's eyes he smells blood.

FH: Be-careful what you ask for Outcast.

[Marley pulls the Champion up and tosses Cole out of the ring for a
breather.  The challenger puts his hands across his face as if he is
trying to regain focus and pushes his hair out of his face.]

CL: Marley looks to be regaining focus.

FH: Don't let him get in your head Marley.  You can finish this.

[This gives the Champion time to raise back to his feet.  Limping from
the pressure of the Showstopper ... Cole climbs up to the apron, and
just as he does, Marley charges, jumping over him and hitting his
sunset flip powerbomb move...crushing Cole directly into the
wheelbarrow that he left at the side of the ring earlier.]


"___CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASHHHHHHH___"



  H O L Y   S H I T ! ! !   H O L Y   S H I T ! ! !


  H O L Y   S H I T ! ! !   H O L Y   S H I T ! ! !



  H O L Y   S H I T ! ! !   H O L Y   S H I T ! ! !



  H O L Y   S H I T ! ! !   H O L Y   S H I T ! ! !



  H O L Y   S H I T ! ! !   H O L Y   S H I T ! ! !



CL: GOOD LORD!  Rob Cole has just been crashed right into that metal
wheelbarrow that Marley used to push him to ring side.

FH: Is that still a smile on Rob Cole's face?

[Marley pulls himself back to his feet.  We are only around 25 minutes
into this main event war, but the two men are already showing signs of
fatigue and their bodies breaking down.  Marley shoves Herk Douglas
the ring announcer from his chair at ring side.]

CL: Hey!  Early last year he assaulted me.  Now he is picking on poor
Herk Douglas!

FH: Hey even the Voice needs to respect Rick Marley.

[He folds the chair and turns to stalk the Champion who is slumped up
against the turned sideways metal wheelbarrow.  Marley makes his way
back over with the chair in hand.]

CL: Marley wouldn't ...  Cole is helpless ... Bloody ... Don't do it
Marley!

FH: And he lifts the chair up over his head!  This is going to be
brutal Chip you may want to turn away!

[Marley swings it back for the final blow ...  SWINGS IT DOWN --- ]




"___CLAAAAAANNNNNNGGGG____"




*** THANK GOD HE MISSED POP ***




CL: Cole was playing a little possum there.  He just got out of the
way at the last second and he is on his feet and SPEARS Marley
backwards into the ring apron.


"___THUUUUD___"


[Marley's mid-back crashes into the ring apron, but adrenaline has now
kicked in for both men.  A second wind if you will.  The chair has
left Marley's hands, but that doesn't stop the challenger from
fighting back.  He brings elbows down into the mid back and rib area
of
Cole.  Separation is made ...]


*** HERE COMES THE PUNCHES POP ***


CL: BOTH MEN TRADING PUNCHES ...

FH: And they are working their way right this way.

[Both men drilling one another as they brawl around the ring side
area.  Marley now tackles Cole backwards and right into the side of
the announcers table.  Cole grabs the front of Marley's face with his
dirty finger nails and just ribs away as Marley gives out a loud
scream.]

FH: Does Cole ever cut his finger nails?

CL: Probably not for this match.  It's just another weapon the Outcast
can use.

FH: Or he figured he could use them to claw his way out of the dirt
when Marley dumps it on him.

[Camera catches red scratch marks across Marley's face.  They go well
with the bite marks now too.  Cole slams Marley head forward into the
announcers table letting out a nice loud Thunk.  Marley stumbles
backwards closer to the guard rail now.  Cole charges, but Marley
catches and falls backwards sending Cole throat first across the top
of the steel guard rail.]


"___CLAAAAAAAANG___"


*** GASPING POP ***


CL: Cole rolling on the cement now gasping for air.

FH: Marley finds himself in rough situations from time to time.
However he _always_ finds a way out of them.  Rob Cole is used to
facing different type of men.  Spectre and Chase Williams attempted to
stand toe-to-toe with Cole and beat him at his own game.

[Marley has the back of Cole's head.  Still trying to find enough air
to continue.  Marley begins to smell the end.  He begins to drag him
up the aisle way as the fans throw trash at the challenger up the
aisle way.]

FH: Is this how you treat your new Champion?

CL: Right now Rob Cole still holds that title Fred.

[Marley has Cole to his feet who has both hands still on that throat
area.  He whips the champion towards the big dump truck that still has
dirt in the back haul ... And Cole crashes into the metal truck.]

FH: Marley using his surroundings to his advantage.  A true sign of a
champion I must say.

CL: Come on Fred tell us how you really feel.

[Cole now finding himself up against the truck .. Marley charges
forward and hits and a leaping shining wizard smashing the Champion up
against the big unforgiving dump truck as the fans roar in disapproval
boo's.]

FH: Can you smell that?  The sweat smell of victory Chip.

CL: Rob Cole appears to be in some serious trouble.  He is only inches
away from that hole.

[Marley grabs Coles' head... and RAMS him back against the metal
framework again! Cole drops to a seated position, clutching the back
of his head. Marley turns and grabs a handful of dirt... and SHOVES it
in Coles' face, smearing the filth his nose and mouth and forcing the
Outcast to taste it!]

CL: Marley with insult to injury....

FH: Cole is an insult to any injury, Chip! The new Champion is going
to wipe the dirt off our title and bring us back to heavenly glory.
You wait and you see!

[Marley grabs Cole by a handful of hair and begins to drag the Outcast
up the dirt mound... and then shoves him face first into the hole,
where
Cole just barely manages to keep himself halfway out by grabbing the
opposite ledge! His legs are kicking as Marley continues to shove!!!
Cole suddenly twists and grabs Marley... ]

CL: BOTH MEN IN THE HOLE!!!! That's a six foot drop into darkness!!!

FH: But Marley is already up, pulling himself...

[Marley is suddenly grabbed from behind and yanked back into the
hole...
the camera shifts and we see from above as Cole begins to drill Marley
back against one side of the six foot hole! The two men are suddenly
exploding into lefts and rights, no place to really cover or gain
space with six feet of space! Both men suddenly spin and yank
themselves out of the hole at the same time... spinning to face each
other, breathing hard over the six foot long space between them.]

CL: Marley is now scrambling _AWAY_ from that hole.  He wants no part
of getting back inside there.  Rob Cole let's out another cackle.

FH: This guy really is mad.  I mean I always knew he had a few loose
screws inside that skull of his.  However he seems like he enjoys the
rush of possibly being buried alive!

[Marley falls to his hands and knees as he reaches the end of the
mound.  He doesn't take any time raising back to his feet ... He
CRAWLS
away and back into the aisle way.   Cole is now storming behind ...
Gaining ground since he is still on his feet.  He grabs Marley by the
back of his hair as the fans give a loud POP.  However Marley with a
handful of dirt tosses it right into Cole's face blinding him.]

CL: Marley must of picked up a handful of dirt when he tripped at the
end of that dirt mound.

FH: Another brilliant move by Marley.  These are things a true
champion thinks about.  Fight and win at all costs.

[Marley stumbles to his feet and Cole wiping the dirt from his eyes
stumbles into a DDT and is sent head first into the aisle way as both
men lay on the cement floor.]


"___THHUUUUUUUUD___"


CL: As we are reaching thirty minutes into this match.  Both men have
already been through a lot.  The first part of the match stayed mostly
inside the ring as both men strategized against one another.  However
we have now been through shovel shots, chairs, guard rails, wooden
tables, wheelbarrows, dump trucks, cement floors, six feet holes, and
much more.

FH: I know a lot of people were skeptical when the stipulations were
released.  How can a buried alive match be exciting?  However I think
PVW has proved everyone wrong yet again.

[Rick Marley is now to his feet and helps the dazed and confused
Champion.  He grabs the head of the bigger man ... ACE CRUSHER ...]


*** HEEL FINISHER POP ***


FH: Marley's new finisher - The Widowmaker.  He may of just did Rob
Cole's wife a favor and made her a widow.

CL: Cole is out, but Marley has dropped to his knees.  He is breathing
hard and holding his ribs.  This match has taken a toll on both men.

[Marley still on his knees looks towards the hole then back at the
fallen Champion.]

CL: Marley thinking hard about pulling Cole back towards that hole.
If he wants to do it.  Right now may be the time to do it.

FH: I think with the way Marley is holding his ribs.  He is trying to
debate if he has the strength to drag near 300 pounds.

[The Widowmaker is back on his feet.  The fans are in his face ... He
makes a motion that the belt will be his around his waist.  He turns
as shockingly the champion begins to slowly turn to his stomach as he
tries to find any strength what-so-ever to push himself back to his
feet.]

CL: Rob Cole isn't quitting that easy!

FH: Do it again Rick!

[Marley dares Cole to get to his feet!  Cole slowly pushes himself up
and he goes for a second Widowmaker - Ace Crusher ... But this time
Cole shoves Marley off and forward into the guard rail ... Marley
turns and gets a stiff kick into the midsection.  Cole obviously
digging deep with everything he has left lifts the challenger up into
his Castout Powerbomb and drops Marley down as both men lay flat down
not moving at all





"___THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"






*** HOLY CRAP COUNTER FINISHER OH MY GAWD POP ***




CL: CASTOUT POWERBOMB!!!!

FH: Both men are down and neither man is moving.

CL: That Castout Powerbomb didn't have the same drive as Cole usually
finds, but he had enough to pull it off.  Marley isn't moving.  If
Cole could some how get back to his feet he could drag Marley to that
hole and finish this right now.

FH: Cole is still suffering from that Widowmaker himself.

CL Both finishers were just pulled out and right down the aisle way.
Marley should be lucky that he wasn't driven down like Cole usually
does.  He may not get up for a week.



  C O L E ! ! !   C O L E ! ! !   C O L E ! ! !   C O L E ! ! !


  C O L E ! ! !   C O L E ! ! !   C O L E ! ! !   C O L E ! ! !


  C O L E ! ! !   C O L E ! ! !   C O L E ! ! !   C O L E ! ! !


  C O L E ! ! !   C O L E ! ! !   C O L E ! ! !   C O L E ! ! !




CL: The fans are getting behind the champion.

FH: Rick Marley is showing a little life.

[Marley and Cole are both down for what seems like forever.  Cole
finally struggles to his feet as Marley manages to roll over...reach
into his tights and handcuff himself to the bottom of the guard rail.]

CL: What is Rick Marley doing?

FH: The Widowmaker always has a back up plan Chip.

[Cole tries to pull him to the grave site, but is unable to do so, as
Marley is tethered.  After pulling in frustration, Cole storms a bit
back down the aisle way to get a chair.]

CL: Cole headed back this way.  It appears he is looking to make
Marley pay.

FH: And look Marley is uncuffing himself!  What a genius move!

[Cole yanks the chair up and turns and heads back towards Marley who
plays a little possum himself.  Cole goes to smash the chair, but
Marley who made it look as if he is still handcuffed dives out of the
way as the chair comes crashing down into the guard rail.  The
challenger now back up fires off a stiff kick ...]

CL: That was close!

FH: Only because Marley allowed it to be close.  Marley held control
of the situation from the start.

[Cole and Marley exchange blows near the guard rail.  Marley ducks a
punch from Cole and moves behind him, dropping to his knees and hits a
second blatant low blow on the champ.  As Cole doubles over in pain,
Rick will unwind the tape from his left wrist and begins to wrap it
around Cole's throat, choking him.]

CL: Marley going back to what he does best.  Low blows and choking.

FH: That just sounds weird to use in the same sentence Chip.

[Marley holds the choke for quite a while, then pulls Cole to his feet
and charge the guard rail...jumping over and guillotining Cole throat
first over them while STILL holding the tape ... which breaks.]

CL: Marley has really tried to cut the air supply off the Champion in
this match.

FH: Cole can't continue to fight if the man can't breathe.

[Both men have worked themselves up near the entrance way guard rail
at this point.  Marley hops back over as Cole has stumbled away
holding that throat again.  As the challenger approaches the hurt
champion he drills him with a a step-up enziguri ...]



"___TWAAAAAAAAP___"



CL: Goodness that echoed all the way down here!

[Rob Cole drops to one knee as Marley steps in and RAMS a head butt
into the sternum! The challenger staggers back, clutching his chest.]

CL: Simple counter from Cole and Marley is feeling the effects of
those earlier attacks on the ribs... the Outcast ducks in for a front
waistlock and HAULS the challenger off his feet! Those fingers are
linked behind the small of the back and Cole is just squeezing the air
from Rick's lungs. Back and forth... brawling followed by standard
wrestling techniques...

FH: And what's standard about that?!?!!!

[Cole suddenly turns and rushes... DRIVING the back of Marley against
the entrance archway! Unforgiving steel does little more than echo
with the impact of spine against the girder frame and Marley simply
topples to the floor, clutching his spine as Rob Cole begins to smile
sickly... he stares down at Marley for a moment before his gaze turns
upward and he starts to laugh hysterically.]

FH: Oh no... NO!!! NO NO NO!!!!

[Marley coughs and a little spittle of blood spills from his mouth as
Rob Cole reaches up... and snatches hold of the metal frame, yanking
his own body upward as he begins to ascend the entrance archway! He
starts to climb quickly, the flashbulbs going off as the audience
roars to their feet at the daring of the near three hundred pounder!]

CL: Rick Marley has no idea what's happening above him, coughing up
blood as he is.... Ladies and gentlemen, the heavyweight Champion is
climbing into the girders above the ring entrance!

[Marley, however, is crawling toward the mound of dirt... and grabbing
a handful of dirt, he throws it behind him and turns! He looks
confused and then his gaze goes upward, his mouth drops open, and Rob
Cole's brief mock crucifixion pose ends in a thunderous ovation as he
leaps!!!!]





*** AMAZING HOLY SHIT TEAR DOWN THE ROOF POP ***






FH: HOLY SH[BLEEEEEEEEP!!!!!]

CL: DIVING SENTON!!!!!

[HUGE OVATION!!!! Cole and Marley are both driven into the mound of
dirt with an impact cloud as the ground collapses beneath them,
leaving both men lying in the center of a crater!]

CL: THEY ARE GOING TO BUILD THEIR OWN HOLE!

FH: I am speechless.  I don't even know where Rob Cole found enough
strength and focus to pull that off?

CL: Rob Cole has always been a mystery.  You just can't explain him.




  P  V W ! ! !      P  V W ! ! !      P  V W ! ! !      P  V W ! ! !


  P  V W ! ! !      P  V W ! ! !      P  V W ! ! !      P  V W ! ! !


  P  V W ! ! !      P  V W ! ! !      P  V W ! ! !      P  V W ! ! !


  P  V W ! ! !      P  V W ! ! !      P  V W ! ! !      P  V W ! ! !


  P  V W ! ! !      P  V W ! ! !      P  V W ! ! !      P  V W ! ! !


  P  V W ! ! !      P  V W ! ! !      P  V W ! ! !      P  V W ! ! !



CL: Listen to the fans roar.  We are back in Arizona ... Our home!
And Rise From the Ashes II!!!  The PVW World Title is about to be
decided and both of these men have but their hearts, bodies, and soul
on the line.  I don't like Rick Marley but he has given EVERYTHING he
has.

FH: And I can say the same about Rob Cole.

[Again neither man is moving.  Their eyes glazed over as they stare at
the bright lights above.  The fans are on their feet ... You can't
hear yourself think they are so loud.  Rob Cole begins to move his
arm. His other arm pushes backwards into the dirt as he tries to find
any footing.]

FH: How is Rob Cole still moving?  That move had to take as much out
of him as Rick Marley.

CL: To take his title you are going to have to bury him.

[And Rick Marley begins to move as he rolls over coughing more blood
up.]

CL: That just looks dangerous.  Both men will be seeing an ER after
this match.

FH: One of them will have to be dug back up.

CL: PVW officials are on hand ready to sprawl to action as soon as one
is "buried alive".

FH: Can you even hear yourself speak Chip?  These fans are going
INSANE!

CL: If it wasn't for this headset I wouldn't even be able to hear you
Fred.

[Cole is now pushing himself back up.  Right behind him is the
challenger, Rick Marley.  This match has taken a toll on both men's
bodies.  However the task at hand isn't finished.  Marley is up and
turns and right into a snap suplex by Rob Cole back down into the
crater created by the two men.  Only six inches or so away from the
already dug hole.]

CL: Lighting fast snap suplex by Rob Cole.  And Marley's body shakes
due to the impact.  His ribs are in some major pain right now.  He may
even have a fractured rib.

FH: Cole will have to snap them if he wants to keep Rick Marley down.

[Again the two men are slow pushing themselves up, but after a
dramatic moment they both are on their feet again.  Cole swings trying
to put Marley away, but it's blocked and Marley returns a punch that
is blocked.  Cole locks the challenger up, and this time lifts him
into a _vertical_ suplex ...  However if you have been paying
attention to past PVW matches - while he's at the apex, Marley twists
around, and locks his arm around Cole's throat as his legs come down,
allowing him to hit an inverted DDT on the way down.]




"___KAAAATHUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"




*** BOOOO BUMMER COUNTER POP ***




CL: Rewrite by Marley!

FH: Cole didn't study hard enough apparently.  It's very hard to land
that suplex on Rick Marley.

[The fans fully behind Cole.  They know with the way things are going
it's only a matter of time until someone is dumped in that near by
hole.  Rick Marley is back up and he drives his fist into the bloodied
face of Cole.  As his fist hits the forehead ... Cole's eyes shoot
back
up.  It's almost like it woke the champion back up!  Marley hits him
again, and Cole grabs Marley's face again with those finger nails.
This time Marley leaps backwards limiting the damage that can be done.
As Cole gets to his feet Marley leaps into his Casting Call Superkick.
Cole catches his boot this time and spins Marley.  He grabs the
challenger from behind with a belly-to-back suplex and lifts him hard
off his feet and backwards into the dirt ...]




"___THUUUUUUUUUUD___"




*** SO CLOSE INTO THE HOLE POP ***



CL: Cole _almost_ German Suplex'd Marley down into that hole.  They
_just_ missed it by inches.

FH: Cole would of sent himself back down there with Marley.

[Cole and Marley are both beat to hell...  Marley rolling holding his
rib area.  Cole bloodied and has been through tons of damage.  A mild
concussion is safe to assume.  Stitches are needed.  There are red
marks around his throat.]

CL:  Cole is back up.  He is pointing to that hole and he begins
shaking his head.  It appears the champion is going to end things now.

FH: Come on Marley this is your time!

[Cole drives his fist into the near motionless Marley.  He turns and
grabs a handful of dirt and walks over to the hole and drops it in.
He then grabs the shovel and position's it on the rib area of Marley
and begins pushing down with it into those sore exposed ribs.  The
Widowmaker let's out a scream of pain that is music to Rob Cole's
ears.]

FH: Now he is just punishing Rick Marley.

CL: And why wouldn't he?  After what he put Rob Cole through.  After
what he put Rob Cole's family through.




  PUT HIM IN THE HOLE !!!    PUT HIM IN THE HOLE !!!    PUT HIM IN THE
  HOLE !!!


  PUT HIM IN THE HOLE !!!    PUT HIM IN THE HOLE !!!    PUT HIM IN THE
  HOLE !!!


  PUT HIM IN THE HOLE !!!    PUT HIM IN THE HOLE !!!    PUT HIM IN THE
  HOLE !!!


  PUT HIM IN THE HOLE !!!    PUT HIM IN THE HOLE !!!    PUT HIM IN THE
  HOLE !!!



CL: Cole drops the shovel and picks the battered Marley to his feet.
He grabs him by the back of his hair and goes to push him into the
hole.

[Marley's heels are just at the edge as Cole stands in front of him.
Marley has cat like reflexes and balances himself away, brawling back
and forth.  Cole takes a big roundhouse swing, which Marley ducks,
then plants a boot into his mid section out of nowhere and hits him
with The Widowmaker, knocking the champ into the grave.]




*** SHOCKING WHAT THE HELL POP ***




CL: COLE IS IN THE HOLE ... MARLEY OUT OF NO WHERE HIT THE WIDOWMAKER
FINISHER AGAIN!

FH: OH MY GAWD I THINK I MAY CRY!

CL: The match isn't over yet Fred.

[Cole (being Cole) still struggles..but can't get up.  Marley looks
down, then nods and looks around.  He sees the black hole and smiles,
quickly climbing the piece of heavy machinery, he stands on top of the
cab, looking down into the pit...and leaps, into his senton style
Highlight Reel onto Cole's prone body.]




*** BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO ***



CL: MARLEY NOT LOOKING TO BE OUT DONE BY COLE JUST LEAPED INTO THE
HOLE HIMSELF HITTING THE HIGHLIGHT REEL.

FH: This isn't good.  Being inside that hole with Cole breathing
worries me.

CL: The fans are stunned silent.  Rob Cole has never lost a PPV match.
He beat the Masked Outlaw last Rise From the Ashes.  He defeated
Spectre in barbwire.  He beat Chase Williams to win the title.  Then
he defended it against Justin Cruise.

FH: We all lose some time Chip! Just ask Marcus Manson!

[The crowd boos venomously as Marley slowly crawls out of the hole.]

FH: I can feel it in my bones Chip, tonight is Rick Marley's night!

[Marley stands by the hole for a second regain his breath as Cole is
motionless in the depths of the hole.]

CL: Marley showing the effects of this hellacious match!

[Marley grabs the closest wheelbarrow and dumps the pile of dirt
inside of it unto the prone figure of Rob Cole. The intensity of the
crowd's booing increases as he grabs the second wheelbarrow and dumps
it into the hole. Marley grabs the blood covered shovel and begins to
shovel mounds of dirt into the hole until the bell rings...]


*DING*DING*DING*



*** ROARING HEEL NOOOOOO POP ***


FH: RICK MARLEY HAS DONE IT!  HE IS OUR PVW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION
CHIP!

CL: Rise From the Ashes II was set to be a new era in PVW.  And I hate
to say it but Rick Marley is the man that is taking us into it.

[Rick Marley stumbles backwards from the dirt hole.  PVW referee Duke
Martin approaches him and hands the PVW World Heavyweight Championship
to the Widowmaker.  He grabs it and stares down at it for a moment.
He then drops down to his knees and hugs it.]

CL: Rick Marley has become one of the hottest superstars in the
wrestling world.  He has faced many legends ... He won PVW's called
shot.  He lead the Widowmakers to a full scale war inside the PVW.
However his career all boiled down to this.  His legacy was going to
be made or broken here tonight.

FH: And like he always has done.  He proved every critic wrong!

[Rick Marley has risen back to his feet and stumbled back towards the
center of the ring.  It's now _his_ ring.  The new PVW World
Heavyweight Champion slides into the ring.  As he raised to his feet
he grabs his ribcage area, but grits his teeth and toughens it out
like a true champion.  He climbs the PVW turnbuckle and raises the
title high as the fans boo again.]

FH: What do these fans know?

CL: They know that Rick Marley has done a lot of things around here
that are unspeakable.  He put me in the ER.  He has ended career's
like the Tucson Kid.

FH: And he defeated the immortal Rob Cole and buried him alive.

[And as Fred said that .. The Dump truck that was still sitting there
next to the hole that has had a few wheelbarrow of dirt dumped on Cole
starts up.  The back of the dump truck begins to lift and the dirt
comes pouring down ontop of the hole filling it up.]




*** GASPING HEEL POP ***




CL: WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON.  ROB COLE IS BEING COMPLETELY BURIED
ALIVE!  RICK MARLEY IS INSIDE THE RING HOLDING UP THE BELT.

FH: Is Rick Marley calling for this to be done?

[The look on Marley's face tells other wise, but the moment is just
too great for him.  He steps down from the turnbuckle and begins to
wrap the World Championship title around his waist.  PVW officials,
trainers, and paramedics rush to the hole to begin to get Rob Cole out
of it.]

CL: Folks I don't know what is going on.  That six foot hole has just
been filled and Rob Cole is underneath that mound of dirt.  Rick
Marley has become the fourth man to hold the illustrious PVW World
Heavyweight Championship.  We are getting the wrap up sign so tune in
on Heatwave as we attempt to make sense of this all.

FH: Tune in as we witness the greatest moment of PVW's history.  Rick
Marley leading the charge for PVW heading into 2011!

[The camera shifts to the PVW officials digging into that hole to get
Rob Cole out to Rick Marley inside the center of the PVW ring with the
World Championship around his waist.  Trash has filled the ring, but
even the Phoenix fans can't ruin this night for the Widowmaker.

12 years in the making ...

The lone Widowmaker ...

Finally it's his time ...]