Rise From the Ashes II Pre Show - January 9th 2011
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[Backstage.]
??? - Perfect. It's all coming together.
[We cut to a shot of Jessica Marshall, which elicits a chorus of boos
from the crowd. She's currently seated on a chair, a devilish smirk
upon her face as she talks on her cell phone. She uncrosses and
recrosses her legs as she continues talking.]
JM - Oh, I'm _quite_ sure. When he sees the surprise I've got...
[A knock on the door interrupts Marshall's thought.]
JM - That's him now. I'll talk to you later.
[The door opens to reveal, well, someone. However, the camera angle
cuts away to avoid spoiling the surprise.]
??? - Am I, shall we say, _fashionably_ late?
JM - Right on time. Just the way I hoped. Now, shall we go over the
details?
??? - Quite the opposite, Jessica. I'm well aware of what you expect
from me. You've paid me handsomely to torment, maim, and ultimately
_eliminate_ Mercenary. You should already know what I bring to the
table, and the history of men who have underestimated me only to find
themselves rudely mistaken. I'm sure I'll not only shock and surprise,
but I'll also _awe_.
[Marshall smiles confidently, rising to her feet.]
JM - Trust me, I'm confident you're going to fit the bill _perfectly_.
Now let's get you into your ring gear, shall we?
[A bag drops to the floor, adorned with the Versace logo. With that
final clue into the man's identity.
Darkness ...]
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[Run this town tonight by Jay Z begins to play. As we cut outside the
52nd Street Armory the home of Phoenix Valley Wrestling in Phoenix,
Arizona. It's a sky view of the rabid PVW fans still in line piling
in to get inside for the preshow and the night ahead. As the camera
focuses in the line continues to shuffle inside the arena.
We cut inside for a first time peak before the show of the PVW main
locker room. Tommy Ryder is in the corner wrapping his wrists with
his girlfriend and manager - Lady Laurel Levinger standing with her
hand on his shoulder.
The Mercenary must of just arrived as the hired gun clears his area
from some of the emergency local talent on hand. Eddie Cassidy is in
talking to the Chi-Town Beast - Big Daddy Sin, Sinister. Sinister is
well liked by the youngsters and seen as a locker room leader.
Sinister appears to be giving the youngster a pep-talk as Cassidy
looks encouraged.
Finally the camera catches Caleb Foley. Always one of the first to
arrive to an event and the last to leave. The Celtic Crippler
obviously has a huge task tonight and he lays his gym bag down with a
his Detson on his mind.
As Jay Z and Rhianna continues to sing the message that PVW is going
to run this town tonight. We cut to ring side. The squared circle
sits proudly with black-red-gold ropes. In the center of the ring
sits the PVW Rise From the Ashes logo.
The turnbuckle padding compliments the black-red-gold scheme of the
ropes. On the outside the camera picks up on the hungry PVW fans
leaning over the guard rail acting like they just downed a dozen red
bulls.
Camera lands on the duo that breathe life into the PVW live broadcast.
Chip Lester in a navy sports coat. Fred Hoyle with a Rise From the
Ashes Polo shirt on.
As the music finally fades fire works explode inside the Armory.
~~~ FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH ~~~
~~~ FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH ~~~
~~~ FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH ~~~
!!! BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM !!!
!!! BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM !!!
!!! BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM !!!
PHOENIX IS READY FOR PVW POP !!!]
CL: WELCOME FOLKS! WE ARE JUST 90 MINUTES AWAY FROM RISE FROM THE
ASHES II ... We are live in Phoenix, Arizona and I can't even hear
myself think Fred.
FH: It's going to be an Advil night Chip. The fans here in Arizona
are hungry and ready for some PVW Action.
CL: And what a night we have planned for them tonight! We have
ourselves _FOUR_ title matches. _TWO_ career's could be ended
tonight. We have a buried alive, meat grinder, fatal four way, and a
cage match. But before we get too far ahead of ourselves - We have
four matches on our preshow before we even hit the Pay Per View air
waves.
FH: PVW may not be "global" any more, but Phoenix has become
wrestling's number one hot bed.
CL: I saw Dex's son - Mathew Willingham on hand. It appears there are
some big things happening in PVW again and success breeds growth.
FH: And bigger pay checks.
CL: Tonight is a huge night in PVW's history. However before we hit
the ring the camera's are rolling backstage.
[The camera fades in and you see 'The Paladin' Chris Hartt and Phoenix
Valley Wrestling Television Champion Larry Gionet talking to one
another in the back. Chris Hartt is already prepared for battle as he
is wearing his ring gear and one of his t-shirts. The t-shirt 'The
Paladin' is wearing is his cross tattoo with the phrase "TAP CLEAN"
overtop of it. Larry Gionet is wearing a black PVW t-shirt with the
PVW letters written in red along with his red half tights, black knee
pads and black boots with the Television Title over his left shoulder.
From the right "The Celtic Crippler" Caleb Foley comes into the
picture wearing a green t-shirt that has the words Phoenix Valley
Wrestling written in white lettering and blue jeans with a pair of
white sneakers. The camera zooms in as you hear Caleb begins to speak
...]
Foley: Larry ... Chris ... nice to see you guys again.
[Foley and Gionet shake hands, followed by Foley and Hartt giving a
half side hug.]
Foley: It's PVW's homage show and man have things changed in Phoenix
since we first arrived. You know when Dex Willingham opened Phoenix
Valley Wrestling no one thought it would last as long as it did. No
one gave PVW a shot but guess what we are all living proof that with
hard work and determination anything is possible here in PVW.
Hartt: No doubt, Caleb. We've got a mission here, guys. PVW can be
the best wrestling program anywhere, but we have to make sure we
emphasize *Wrestling*! We can't let the overdone extremists go as far
as they have been. No unnecessary violence. No making someone bleed
just because. It's gotta have impact. It's got to have meaning. And
we have to make sure that people like Chase Williams and William
Craven know that they aren't going to get away with it clean just
because they can go that extra distance.
Gionet: Guys like us speak with our actions, not with our words. It's
all about tradition and going back to our roots to where wrestling was
supposed to be. Men settling grudges inside that squared circle.
About pushing yourself to the limit to take home the victory. And if
you go down in defeat at least you know deep inside your heart that
you gave everything you had. It's not about shortcuts, It's about
seeing things through. That shows ambition, determination and respect.
It is about damn time, we brought back some respect to PVW and the
industry as a whole!
[Caleb nods in agreement with those statements and then looks directly
at Hartt then Gionet and with his back to the camera continues to
speak. ]
Foley: And what better place to begin then Rise From the Ashes II.
There was a time when Widowmakers or Corporate Greed plagued this
locker room. We have stood by and watched it all. We are not a
stable ... We are not a faction ... We have no network backing ... No
flashy names ... We are _just_ three men who have bled for Phoenix
since day one. We are three men who have made this company our lives.
[You can feel the emotion now as the Irish superstar continues.]
Foley: With new chapters ... new problems arise. These three men ...
These three originals are _not_ going to sit around and let the
company we given our lives go up in smoke because of greedy corporate
lawyers ... Because of gang like mentality ....
When Marley, Hayes, Williams, and many of others stretched the company
making their demands. We wrestled for just enough money to fill our
gas tanks. We have never made demands ... But we are here to make a
stand. We are here to let everyone in that back know that these three
men stand for the foundation Dex Willingham built. We stand for the
hard work guys like Rob Cole, Outlaw, and the rest of us put our
families and bodies through... For the fans honor ... For the fans
respect ... For what wrestling _should_ be about. There is an Irish
saying ... A country without a language, is a country without a
soul...
[Chris Hartt is fired up. It's Rise from the Ashes after all!]
Hartt: We speak PVW's language, and the fans will always be PVW's
soul. It all began a few years ago in this same arena. Rise From the
Ashes. I know you remember Caleb. My match tonight is part of a
larger plan. Chase Williams lives to hold that title. He lives to
walk over each and everyone who laces up boots in this back. He
strives to make sure everyone is underneath his boot heels. And I'm
out to make sure he doesn't get there. I plan to stand in his way and
stay there. I will deny him that chance at getting back to the PVW
World Title. Tonight on the anniversary show of your father I
will_tap_ him out.
["The Celtic Crippler" nods his head in agreement with what 'The
Paladin' just said as Gionet shows some emotion and slaps the chest of
Foley.]
Gionet: And with every large plans lays a foundation. Tommy Ryder, I
thrive on competition. When I won this Television Title I knew I
would be getting some of the toughest out there. I've seen you
throughout your career here in PVW and witnessed your rapid rise
through the ranks. Now is your time to show everybody what you can
truly do. Like these two men standing before me, I hold nothing back.
If you give me nothing less than your best Ryder, you have already
lost the battle. Because this PVW warrior is here to show that I
deserve to hold this belt representing the best wrestling company in
the world!
Foley: It is time to start laying the foundation Mr. Willingham
envisioned when he opened up Phoenix Valley. Winston Churchill once
said the graveyards are filled with indispensable men, and my friends
what that means is that no matter how important anyone in this company
feels - there will be a day when they put each and everyone of us in
the ground. BUT THAT DAY IS NOT TODAY ... No longer will we take a
back seat to legends like Rick Marley, Alex Martinez or William
Craven. It is time to stand up and fight for what we believe in. It
doesn't get any bigger then tonight at Rises from the Ashes II,
nothing happens without us having a say in the outcome. It is our time
to make a name for ourselves.
[Caleb points to the PVW Television Champion, Larry Gionet.]
Foley: Larry, you will do that by driving the skull of Tommy Ryder
into the mat with Darkness Falls ...
[Foley then points to 'The Paladin' Chris Hartt.]
Foley: Chris, you will make an example out of Chase Williams by making
him says the words I Quit to the Avenger ...
[Caleb pauses for a moment.]
Foley: And I ... well I will do the unthinkable and shut up Johnny
Detson for the first time ever in his whole entire life.
[With those words the camera pans back out to the ringside announcers
as Foley, Hartt and Gionet are still seen talking to one another.]
CL: WHOA ... It appears Foley, Hartt, and Gionet are standing up for
PVW's long lasting legacy.
FH: A little late there kiddo's. The Widowmakers and SSN are a thing
of the past.
CL: It's never too late to hold a foundation ... a vision ... a dream
in place Fred.
FH: I'd like to see those three go tell - Marley, Hayes, and Martinez.
Then get back to me Chip. Otherwise *YAWN*!
CL: All three men have huge matches tonight. Gionet takes on Ryder in
our Main Event here on the Preshow. Chris Hartt takes on former PVW
Heavyweight Champion Chase Williams. And Caleb Foley is entangled in
a respect match with Johnny Detson.
FH: Those three will be lucky to have a job after tonight. You can
only tick Johnny Detson off so many times.
CL: I think all three men are pretty safe. The Willingham's
understand the fans pay all of our salaries. The Voice has now gotten
the call to enter the ring. That means we are finally ready to begin
with some action here tonight!
FH: Can we go ahead and watch Doc Holliday end his career first?
CL: The Voice is inside the ring and ready to go to the first match of
the night!
[FIRST MATCH POP!]
HD: The following contest is a tag team match scheduled for one
fall... Introducing first, from Pittsburgh, PA, weighing in at a
combined weight of five hundred pounds... JD and Devin Houlihan...
...........THE RENEGADES!
["Know Your Enemy" by Rage Against the Machine screams out of the PA
system, as the crowd stands. Some cheer, some just stare, but either
way, out from the curtains come JD and Devin! Each one takes a side on
the aisle, and raises their hands in the air, trying to elicit some
support! As the brothers begin their approach to the ring, taking
time to slap some fans' hands along the way, there Uncle Sid makes his
way out from the curtains, following the pair down to the ring. JD
elects to the take the steps, as Devin rolls underneath the bottom
ropes. They take turns climbing the turnbuckles, working the crowd,
as the song winds down. However, before the song completely ends, the
duo plays rock, paper, scissors to decide who starts the match!]
CL: The Houlihan brothers look ready to exact a measure of revenge,
tonight!
FH: Tweedledee, Tweedledum... Twins creep me out. Do you know what it
means when two guys are exactly the same, Chip?
CL: Um...
FH: One of them is superfluous. I hope Los Corazones can take care of
that, don't you?
HD: ... And their opponents... Accompanied to the ring by their
manager, Emylee Marie Bermudez Cruz ... they hail from Veracruz,
Mexico ... and weigh in at a combined four hundred and six pounds ...
they are ...
LOS CORAZONES !!!
[Three figures walk out from the backstage area. The first is a petite
woman who is attired in a skin tight white dress with a plunging
neckline revealing her golden brown skin, her long red hair flows past
her shoulders and sets a strong contrast off of the white dress. A few
steps behind her walk Los Corazones, Blanco and Rojo. Blanco has a
white mask with a red heart upon it and white full length wrestling
tights while Rojo has a red mask with a white heart upon it and red
full length wrestling tights. Upon their waists are the golden ASLL
Campeon Nacional Parejas tag team championship belts.]
FH: You know... I look at Emylee here, and it reminds me of a set of
twins that doesn't creep me out.
CL: [groans.] Please, you're the veteran. At least try to set the
example.
[Once they've reached the ring, Rojo and Blanco hand over their ASLL
belts to Emylee, and she carries them down to the time keeper's
table.]
CL: This is PVW. Why do they make her carry those things around?
FH: Because those things are spectacular!
CL: They aren't even real!
FH: How do you know? She let you touch them?
CL: No, but Phoenix Valley Wrestling does not recognize them.
FH: I don't know. I'm pretty sure I could recognize them. There's a
little beauty mark there on the left one and-...
CL: I'm talking about the ASLL Tag Team Championships, Fred.
FH: Oh... Ah... Me too.
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Phoenix, Arizona - 52nd Street Armory
PVW - RISE FROM THE ASHES II PRESHOW - Tag Team Action
Los Corazones v. The Renegades
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*DING*DING*DING*
[The bell has rung, and the two managers are safely removed at
opposite ends of the ringside area. Devin Houlihan and Blanco
Corazone, warily study each other, the dimorphism between the two
legal men quite apparent. Devin breaks the ice and throws a wild
punch, but the shifty luchador dodges, his fleeter feet helping him
evade the Renegade's swings. Devin lunges again, but ducks under his
swing and skips away once more. When Blanco evades a third attack,
the disgruntled fans begin to protest.]
FH: Rojo's being smart about this. Let the bigger man tire himself
out, wait for the opening.
CL: Not a very brave way to fight.
FH: Los Corazones can't use the same game plan as Alex Martinez, you
know. The creepy twins have a huge size advantage.
CL: PVW fans didn't buy tickets to see a team run away all night.
[Tired of cat and mouse games, Devin points to his jaw, offering
Blanco a free shot. It's an invitation the Mexican can't refuse, and
he strikes where Devin didn't expect with a sharp shin kick! A soon
as Devin recoils with surprise, Blanco adds two body punches and a
forearm to the twin's head... But unfortunately for Blanco, Devin's
shock subsides and he starts handing in receipts! The two men trade
blow after blow, then Devin knees Blanco in the gut, making the
luchador stumble back towards JD's corner. Devin gets some momentum
and connects with Rojo's mask with a high knee lift, and the tag is
made!
But while JD slips in, Devin remains in the ring to Irish whip Blanco
into the ring ropes. On the return, Devin back body drops the
luchador high in the air!
"___THUUUUUUUUUD~!___"
FH: Hey! Devin's not the legal man anymore! Those creepy twins are
cheating!
CL: And if Los Corazones do the same, it's teamwork, is that it?
[JD doesn't give Blanco any respite and nails the Mexican with a
picture perfect standing dropkick that sends Blanco bouncing across
the ring like a ping pong ball!]
[BIG POP!!!]
[Rojo sees his partner bounce by and he doesn't miss the chance to tag
himself in. However, the tag took place while JD was still getting
back to his feet, and the twin now finds himself stalking the wrong
luchador!]
CL: Uh-oh! JD didn't see that tag!
FH: The referee did, and that's all that matters!
[Rojo runs up behind JD and...
"___THUUUUUUUUUD~!___"
CL: Bulldog!
[Quickly, Rojo follows up with a couple of quick knee drops before
tightly hooking JD's leg for a quick pinfall attempt.]
ONE ...
TWO ...
[POP!!]
CL: JD kicks out!
FH: Or is it Devin?
CL: It's JD. Don't pretend like you don't know which is which, Fred.
FH: Good Lord! There's a third one at ringside!!
CL: That's Uncle Sid. ... And he doesn't look like his nephews at
all!
FH: Twins are so creepy!
[Rojo comes up behind JD, and takes him down with a crisp Russian
Legsweep! He then runs into the ropes, and just as JD was getting
back to his feet, lands a textbook running neckbreaker!]
"___THUUUUUUUUUD~!___"
[Rojo steps between the ropes and climbs up to the top turnbuckle...
He takes aim, and LEAPS!]
CL: Frog Splash and...
"___KAAAHUUUUUUUUUD~!___"
[HUGE POP!!!]
CL: He rolled out of the way !
[As Rojo contorts in pain, JD has the chance to crawl back to his
corner and make the tag with his brother!]
CL: JD tags in his brother Devin!
FH: Or did he just tag himself in? ... So creepy!
[Devin boots Rojo in the gut to set up a gutwrench ribbreaker. He
drops a big leg on Rojo and tags JD back in. With Rojo wobbly on the
ropes, JD hones in and whips the luchador into the ropes but doesn't
let go of his wrist! JD holds on and locks on a chicken wing! Blanco
hear's his managers panicked instructions and bolts into the ring, but
he's intercepted by Devin's big tackle!]
[BIG POP!]
[As Blanco rolls to the apron, Devins turns to his brother grabs
Rojo's legs and pulls, doubling the pressure of JD's chicken wing!]
CL: Chicken Wing Stretch! This could be it!
FH: Do something, Emylee!
[Emylee does vehemently protest, and that surely influences referee
Max Kelly. After counting to four, not only does he want Devin out of
the ring, he wants the twins to break the hold entirely!]
CL: That's a questionable call, here!
FH: I don't know, I thought Emylee had two very convincing
arguments...
[The twins ends up reluctantly breaking the hold, while Uncle Sid's
own arguments fall upon deaf ears. Max Kelly instead orders Uncle Sid
to calm down and behaves, which only adds fuel to the situation, so
Devin rolls out to pacify his rowdy Uncle. This... is the opening
Blanco was looking for, and he springboards off the top rope to
missile dropkick the back of JD's skull!]
[BIG HEEL POP!!]
FH: What an impressive display of teamwork!
CL: [Groans.]
[When the referee gets back to the action in the ring, there's no
action to monitor. Blanco rolled out as quickly as he interfered, and
the two legal men are laboriously getting back to their feet. JD is
barely up first, and he applies a side headlock. He wrenches as hard
as he can, and attempts to pull Rojo towards the twin's corner,
however the luchador is quick to respond pushing JD off and whipping
him into the ropes. Bouncing off the cables, JD ducks down under
Rojo's clothesline! JD bounces again and attempts a lariat, but Rojo
deftly drops down and avoids the attack. When the two wrestlers cross
paths for the third time, JD leaps and his drop kick solidly connects
with Rojo's temple!]
CL: JD with the lateral press...
ONE! ...
TWO! ...
TH-
[DEFLATED POP!]
CL: Rojo raises a shoulder!
FH: Sounds like the fans thought it was all but over right there. I
love when they sound so disappointed.
[JD, not letting the momentum shift quite yet, falls on top of Rojo
and locks in a reverse ankle lock! Rojo screams in pain, the kind of
pain that can only be conveyed in Spanish! Rojo's hurting, but he
manages to scramble and grab the bottom rope.]
[DEFLATED POP!]
[JD doesn't relent and he pulls Rojo to his feet and applies a front
face lock...]
"___THUUUUUUUUUD~!___"
CL: Brainbuster! And he hooks the leg for the pinfall...
[But right then Emylee does what she does best and leans over the
apron showing tantalizing glimpses of the lace she wears under her
dress. JD has Rojo's shoulders pinned to the mat again, but based on
what referee Max Kelly drools at, he'd only be able to count to two...
A big two he'd like to motorboat, but still only two.]
FH: You could say Emylee has the two biggest assets this Mexican trio
might have.
CL: You haven't stopped eye-balling Emylee since this match started
Fred. Do you realize you are nearly old enough to be her father?
FH: Or just a very good looking older neighbor.
[Uncle Sid sees what's afoot, and he circles the ring, intent on
breaking the spell the lovely manager has the referee under. When she
sees Uncle Sid coming at her, Emylee takes flight!]
FH: Good Lord, Chip! She's running! With cleavage like this... it's
better than Baywatch!!
[With everyone distracted, Blanco blindsides JD with an enziguiri.]
"___THWAAAAAACK!___"
CL: Perfectly set up by the ASLL tag team.
FH: Wait what did I miss?
[Rojo groggily rolls out of the ring while Blanco repeatedly stomps on
JD, then whips him into the Corazone turnbuckle.]
CL: Hey! Blanco isn't the legal man! But Max Kelly doesn't know!
FH: Well, who knows... maybe Devin's in the ring, not JD!
CL: It's JD, Fred.
FH: ... Creepy.
[Blanco runs towards JD, applies a ¾ facelock, steps up the
turnbuckles and pushes himself off the top turnbuckle and drives JD's
cranium into the mat with a backflip bulldog!]
CL: Lateral press...
ONE! ...
TWO! ...
CL: JD kicks out!
[Emylee thought they had it there. Blanco pulls out JD to his corner
and tags Rojo back in and Los Corazones' begin stomping and working
over JD.]
CL: Boots are raining on JD!
FH: Are you _still_ paying attention to this match? You can chose to
watch the Hoolihan twins or the Bermudez Cruz twins, and you opt to
look at the creepy pair instead?
CL: I'm calling a match, Fred, not providing the commentary track to a
Playboy special!
[Los Corazones pull JD up and while Rojo climbs to the second
turnbuckle, Blanco hits a backbreaker on JD. Shortly afterwards, Rojo
flies down with a precisely aimed leg drop!]
"___KAATHUUUUUUUUUD~!___"
CL: Los Corazones are working like a well oiled machine, and they make
another quick tag!
FH: Tell me, Chip... How do you say "marry me" in Spanish?
CL: I believe it's "huye ahora si quieres vivir."
FH: Hold on, hold on, let me write that down!
[From the apron, Rojo holds down JD's throat over the second rope and
chokes him while Blanco runs across the ring to drive his knee into
the Houlihan twin's neck. The pair tags again, and this time Blanco
chokes JD on the ropes while Rojo runs the ropes to drive his knee
into the twin's upper back. From behind, Rojo hooks JD's neck and...]
"___THUUUUUUUUUD~!___"
CL: Los Corazones' putting on a tag team display out here.
FH: Yes Emylee is.
[Rojo hooks the leg and Max Kelly slides down for the count once
again.]
ONE! ...
TWO! ...
CL: NO! JD _JUST_ gets a shoulder up and his brother is now reaching
through the ropes cheering his brother on.
FH: You think Emylee is into old guys with no money Chip?
CL: A woman that looks like that? Fred I am going to let you down
nice and easy. You have _NO_ chance in hell.
[Rojo yanks JD up again and Blanco holds his foot out as Rojo drives
JD's skull into it. Another tag is made and they whip JD into the
ropes ... An old school double clothesline ... HUGE POP as JD breaks
through it and hits the ropes and _CLOTHESLINES_ BOTH Los Corazones!]
CL: It backfired this time Fred!
FH: JD however drops to his knees afterwards as Los Corazones
apparently did a number on him. However, for some reason I missed the
whole thing.
[Blanco is quickly back up and notices JD slowly making it to his
feet. He runs up the turnbuckles and waits as JD turns around. As
the Renegade twin turns around he leaps into a flying body press...]
[FACE POP~!]
CL: WHOA! JD _CAUGHT_ him!
[JD has Blanco in his arms and Blanco is now shaking his head "no!" He
repositions the luchador on his shoulder]
FH: Don't do it! You'll break Emylee's heart!
CL: The while one, to be exact... Hold on!
[As JD goes for the slam, Blanco breaks free and hooks the twin up,
using his foe's own momentum against him!]
CL: Blanco with a Rolling cradle!
ONE! ...
TWO! ...
THR-
[POP!]
CL: JD Kicks out!
FH: Darn!
[As the rise, Blanco kicks JD in the shin, the knees his head before
tagging Rojo. The red-masked luchador walks along the apron and
slingshots himself over the top rope, flips in mid-air and lands a
crushing senton on the Houlihan twin! Rojo runs the ropes, jumps as JD
rises and takes him down with flying headscissors! And just to make
sure JD can't escape and tag, Rojo grabs him by the boots and pulls
him back towards the center of the ring.]
FH: Again, cutting the ring in half. You know I'm not a fan of flashy
moves, Chip, but there's no doubt they know sound tactics.
CL: Los Corazones sticking to what they do best, Fred.
FH: I'd prefer if they punched those creepy twins in the face more.
CL: What is it with you and twins, Fred?
FH: Oh... I had an intimate encounter with twin swimsuit models for
Sweden, Chip...
CL: What's wrong with that?
FH: They were male models.
CL: Rojo with a Majistal Cradle....
ONE! ...
TWO! ...
TH-
[BIG POP!]
CL: JD kicks out yet again! He's showing impressive resilience here,
tonight!
FH: Looks like annoying, creepy resilience to me.
[Rojo behind to show signs of frustration, and he pulls JD up into a
standing head scissors. He reaches around JD's waist, tries to lift
him up for a piledriver... but JD blocks! Rojo tries again... and
this time, JD counters with a back body drop!]
"___THUUUUUUUUUD~!___"
[POP!]
FH: Tweedledee crawling towards Tweedledum, reaching for the tag...
CL: And JD makes it!!
[HOT TAG POP!]
[Devin sprints into the ring and rams down Rojo with a clothesline!]
CL: Here comes Blanco!
[POP!]
[Blanco tried to blindsides the legal twin, but he gets a two jabs to
the mask and Devin lands another big lariat clothesline to bring him
down! Devin's not done, though. He lifts Blanco back to his feet and
up in the air with a gorilla press, dumping the luchador over the
ropes out of the ring!!]
[BIG POP!]
CL: But look out!!
[HEEL POP!]
FH: These Mexicans are smart
CL: Dropkick to the knee from Rojo, and he's laying in the punches,
now!
[Devin has been caught off guard, and he stumbles back into corner
under the deluge of punches and kicks! Rojo backs away, takes a
running start and... *POP!* Devin ducks out of the way! Rojo crashes
into the turnbuckles and as he stumbles back, the twin grabs his head
and headbutts him!]
CL: Now Rojo's getting overwhelmed! Devin with a left, and a right...
and another right!
[Rojo doubles over from a kick to the gut, and Devin lifts him up on
his shoulders...]
FH: Oh, no! Emylee! Do something! Do something!
"___THUUUUUUUUUD~!___"
[HUGE POP!!]
CL: Sit-out POWERBOMB! And Devin with the pin!
ONE~!
...
TWO~!
...
...
THR-
FH: YES!!
[DISAPPOINTED POP!]
CL: I can't believe Rojo kicked out! But what's Emylee doing?
[Sensing that the situation is turning for the worse for her proteges,
Emylee climbs on the apron again, presenting her... arguments... to
referee Max Kelly...]
CL: And here comes Uncle Sid!
FH: Watch out, Emylee!!
[Fed up with Emylee's antics, Uncle Sid is having not of it. From he
outside he grabs her by the leg and tries to pull her off the apron...
a task that would normally be easy, except that the referee, no doubt
still ensnared by Emylee's womanly charms, holds on to her so she
doesn't fall off!]
CL: What is all this chaos!
FH: Save her, Blanco!
[Blanco comes in behind Uncle Sid and pries the former wrestler away,
saving his manager from any further threat to her person... but in
the ring, Rojo has been left alone, and the Houlihan Twins have him at
their mercy! From each side, they both charge at him with spinning
roundhouse kicks!]
"___SKAAA-THWAAAAAACK~!___"
[MEGA POP~!]
CL: SPLITTING HEADACHE! SPLITTING HEADACHE!
[Devin falls on Rojo and hooks the leg tightly just as the referee
turns around, ready to count the pinfall...
ONE~!
...
TWO~!!
...
...
THREE~!!!
CL: THE RENEGADES DID IT!
FH: No! It's a travesty!
CL: Fair and square, Fred!
FH: It was the wrong twin!! Tweedledee wasn't the legal man!
CL: It's Devin, and he was!
[As he endures Emylee's scolding's, Blanco pulls Rojo out of the ring
while the Houlihan twins celebrate. A ring side, Uncle Sid gives his
nephews the thumbs up, and the Renegades climb the turnbuckles, waving
at the cheering fans!]
CL: Los Corazones have proven themselves to be worthy opponents, Fred,
but on this night, The Renegades earn themselves an important victory!
FH: And they've been creeping everyone out by looking like clones.
CL: Oh no... Here come Los Corazones!
[Devin hops off the turnbuckles and straight into Rojo's superkick!]
"___THWAAAAAACK~!___"
[HEEL POP!]
[Meanwhile, Blanco runs into JD's corner and pushes him over the ropes
and out of the ring!]
CL: Come on! This isn't right!
FH: It's the smart thing to do, Chip. The smart thing to do is the
right thing to do.
[Rojo is still a little wobbly from the effects of the Renegades'
Splitting Headache, but he can still execute a basic pendulum
backbreaker on Devin... just in time for Blanco to leap off the top
turnbuckle with a vicious flying elbow drop!]
"___THUUUUUD~!___"
"___THOOOOOCK~!___"
[HUGE HEEL POP!]
FH: Attaque del Corazon, Chip! Now _that_ sends a clear message!
CL: What, that Los Corazon are sore losers?
FH: That there's always price to pay when you try to play the
heartbreaker!
[The boos and jeers rain down on Los Corazones, but they can't stick
around to admire their handiwork for long as Uncle Sid climbs into the
ring, armed with a chair and ready to swing it! The luchadors take
flight and seek refuse in Emylee's protective bosom - heh heh -,
backing away down the aisle as Sid checks on his nephew.]
CL: It appears that the Renegades have won the battle, but the war is
yet to be over.
FH: The Renegades only evened the score Chip. There is still a rubber
match to have!
CL: Los Corazones' look proud of themselves. However as much as YOU'D
like to stay and watch Emlyee we need to go backstage. We have
something building and camera's are rolling.
[We cut to the door of the locker room, the frantic sounds of a
commotion eminating from within...
"Eddie? Eddie, can you hear me? Don't try to move...just try to
focus on the flashlight. Can you do that?"
...the camera enters the room to find Eddie Cassidy slumped on the
floor. A pair of medics are treating the young man, who currently has
a dazed look and a deep gash open across his forehead that's
bleeding.]
Medic #1: Can you tell us what happened?
EC: [groggy] ...big...big guy...
Medic #2: [checking Cassidy's pulse, shoots an annoyed look at the
camera] Mind giving us some more space to work with in here?
[The camera dutifully pulls back, panning back over to the doorway
where PVW backstage reporter "Swingin'" Dean Hayes now stands.]
SDH: Folks, Eddie Cassidy was supposed to be scheduled for a tryout
match tonight--
[From inside the locker room, Cassidy groans.]
Medic #1 VO: Yeah, that ain't happening.
SDH: --against Carson "Stone" Cutter. There's been no reports of
anyone seeing Cutter in the building yet, though given the fact that a
PVW contract was at stake and his earlier comments on Showcase, one
may wonder if yet another wrestler has decided to follow the
disturbing trend of assaulting their opponent before their sanctioned
match.
[Hayes shakes his head.]
SDH: Whether or not this means the tryout match between Cassidy and
Cutter will be rescheduled at a later date is still up in the air. I
can't in good conscience see PVW automatically awarding the contract
to Carson "Stone" Cutter -- especially if it's found that he's
responsible for this horren--
[Dean pauses, pressing a couple of fingers to his ear to listen to an
incoming news item on his ear piece better. Whatever it is has the
backstage reporter frowning.]
SDH: Just gotten word that Carson "Stone" Cutter has been spotted
and...oh no...
[Hayes takes off running in pursuit of the hot lead with the camera
gamefully following after him. After a few turning of corners, Hayes
and the camera find the source of the lead...
...there, writhing and groaning in pain and griping the back of his
neck, is the fallen Carson "Stone" Cutter. Nearby is a battered and
dented steel chair.
And nearer still, in what's becoming an all-too-familiar scene, is a
certain well-dressed colossus in a black pinstriped suit and a red tie
and a certain not-as-well-dressed, sneering, black leather jacket, T-
shirt and jeans wearing associate. Before "Swingin'" Dean Hayes can
utter a word, the lean man grabs his mic.]
Man #2: You were warned, mate. [His sneer widens into a cruel grin.]
You got this big time event tonight an' nothin' for the Bad Wolf?!
Oh, but you got room for two fat SHEEP to play around in! Two fat
sheep get to stuff their bleedin' faces at the trough while the Wolf
goes hungry...
[The giant says nothing, just casually straightens his tie. The grin
drops from his colleague's face, replaced now by an icy scowl.]
Man #2: Didn't think the Bad Wolf was serious, Phoenix?! Maybe you
don't think his hunt matters with such weak prey... [He turns his
gaze towards a now uncomfortable-looking Dean Hayes. The faint edge
of a heartless smirk pops up on his face.] ...maybe he's got to cull
a fatter sheep to get his point across.
[Both men nod, then take a deliberate step towards a visibly sweating
"Swingin'" Dean Hayes. However, whatever they have in mind for the
reporter is suddenly interrupted by the rare timely arrival of
security.]
Security #1: Right, that's enough there. We're here to escort you
"gentlemen" out of the building. Don't give us any trouble!
[The dapper giant raises his hands slightly with a bemused smirk as he
allows himself to be ushered out. His associate, on the other
hand...]
Man #2: [sneering in mock innocence] What, can't I get a refund on me
ticket?
Security #2: Move it!
SDH: *phew*
[The other man just laughs as he's ushered out as well. We cut back
to Fred Hoyle and Chip Lester.]
FH: HA! I love me some Bad Wolf. And you have to agree with his
manager there Chip.
CL: I do not!
FH: I mean Eddie Cassidy and Carson Cutter? Come on I've seen more
stone's in my Kidney!
CL: Bad Wolf was being punished for his actions the last two Heatwaves
and he show's up and does the exact _same_ actions. This isn't SSN's
PVW and there will be fines to pay!
FH: What's the point of hiring this big tough wrestler who is
punishing wrestlers left-and-right. Then leaving him off your golden
goose show? I just don't get it and apparently neither does the Bad
Wolf.
CL: Well thankfully he is being forced out of the arena.
FH: Yeah what a way to ruin our Pre Show. I mean that was more
enjoyable then Ryder vs Gionet later tonight. Hey maybe we can watch
some paint dry while we are at it.
CL: Folks I apologize for my partner here. Apparently he enjoys
watching thug like actions. However as I mentioned earlier we
received a memo that PVW will be adding some excitement in the next
few months. When we re-opened our doors things were set to _make_ it
to Rise From the Ashes. And one of the names you will see added to
Heatwave will be this youngster from Mexico.
[Scene opens to outside of Arena Coliseo in Mexico. It's night time
and there is a large crowd of lucha libre fans steaming out of the
building talking excitedly. Some words appear on the screen.]
"August 7, 2003"
[Suddenly the fans begin to get REALLY loud and excited and they begin
to part for a very upset and angry looking "Up All Night" Pablo
O'Connor! He's sweaty and dressed in a black t-shirt, blue jeans and
black sneakers.]
Fan#1: Señor Cloak!
Fan#2: Toma! Toma rudo!
Fan#3: VIVA PSICOPA!
Fan#4: Psicopa es numero uño!
[Pablo's face distorts in anger, he brushes his sweaty, and back then,
long hair out of his face and looks at the fans with death glares.]
POC: SILENCIO! Callate! Mi llamo es Pablo O'Connor!
[He points at the fans.]
POC: YO SOY PABLO O'CONNOR! Señor Cloak es no mas!
[BIG Cheers come up all around him which makes Pablo angrier! He sees
a street vendor selling Señor Cloak masks and he pushes through some
fans and kicks over the stand sending the masks all over the ground!]
POC: SEÑOR CLOAK ES NO MAS PARA SIEMPRE!
[Pablo points behind him.]
POC: Mi Amor! Vamanos!
[And of course, Stephanie Delacroix, also angry looking, dressed in a
pink shirt with blue denim overall dress over it and carrying a black
purse, comes running up to her husband and they walk offscreen and the
fans erupt in cheers.]
Fans: PSICOPA! PSICOPA! PSICOPA!
[As the chanting fans chase after the defeated duo, who had just lost
a mascara contra mascara match against Psicopa at a NEO event,
taunting them with chants of the former junior heavyweight legend
Psicopa's name the camera focuses on one of the Señor Cloak masks on
the ground. The mask is black with eye holes and an exposed area for
the mouth and an "SC" in cherry color on the forehead. A shadow comes
over the mask and we see a pair of young Mexican hands pick up the
mask.]
Sad Voice: Señor Cloak..
[We hear the sound of a young fan crying. Apparently HE was the lone
Señor Cloak fan in attendance at the NEO show. We hear the sounds of
someone sniffling, trying to stifle the tears.]
Young Voice: Señor Cloak, su tiene que viva otra vez!
[Suddenly we see the mask held up in the night air, the street lights
illuminating it but we don't see the young fan holding it.]
Young Voice: VIVA! VAMANOS! ARRIBA!
[The scene fades to black and words in cherry color appear on the
screen..]
"Señor Cloak Dos is coming"
[Cut back to the announcers table.]
FH: Oh yay - This looks like el Outlaw LOCO Dos.
CL: Quite the contary Fred. Senor Cloak was a well respected wrestler
back in the NEO days.
FH: Yeah but this is "Dos".
CL: And the mask has been built on respect. I don't expect anything
else from Senor Cloak Dos. Added along some exciting wrestling!
Cloak Dos has been wrestling in the ASLL where Los Corazone's won the
tag-team titles.
FH: Lucha Libre? Oh another circus flying clown.
CL: Folks for the better part of 2010 the Mercenary has gone back to
his roots. He has offered his services out to the highest bidder.
Every since then the big question was who was paying the hired gun.
It became obvious that Jessica Marshall and Alex Martinez was the
first set of target's then last Heatwave Doc Holliday was added to the
hit list.
FH: The only thing that mystery boss wasn't banking on was that
Jessica Marshall was prepared to strike back.
CL: If he did he wasn't prepared because he lost out on a shot at the
PVW TV Championship here tonight. Instead we have ourselves an
interesting little match that is set to come up next.
FH: The Jessica Marshall challenge. Sounds almost like something I
wouldn't mind taking a crack at.
CL: Your old body wouldn't be able to with stand any Jessica Marshall
challenge Fred.
FH: Hey maybe not, but what a way to go out!
[The sounds of approaching helicopters comes over the PA system.]
HD: This match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first wrestling
out of the bunker. Weighing in at 265 pounds. He is wrestling's most
notorious hired gun.
The Mercenary!!!
[They get louder and louder getting almost deafening, and then get
quieter, as if they were passing overhead. Just as they fade away to
nothing, machine gun bursts take their place. A few seconds later, a
whistling sound is heard, and then 4 large explosions rock the arena,
one right after the other. A large smoke screen engulfs the entrance-
way, blocking it off from view. Just as the smoke reaches its maximum
density, "Die Hard the Hunter" by Def Leppard comes blasting out
through the sound system.
A figure can then be seen making his way through the smoke. He comes
to the edge of the entrance way, where he can be plainly seen, and
stops to look over the crowd, soaking in their reaction. Getting his
fill, he makes his way down to the ring, ignoring the fans that reach
out to him, focused totally on the task at hand. He slowly climbs the
ring steps, and gets into the ring.]
CL: The Mercenary ... The man you hate to face, but love to hire. The
question is who has hired him?
FH: Hell for all we know it's Dex Willingham? Is Dex even in the
arena tonight?
HD: And his opponent...
[Cue "Attention Whore" by Deadmau5 & Melleefresh.]
HD: ...led to ringside by Jessica Marshall.
[Automatic heel pop.]
CL: We're moments away from finding out who Mercenary is going to
face!
FH: Settle down, you sound like a teenage girl waiting to see Justin
Bieber!
HD: He stand five foot eleven, and weighs in at one-hundred ninety-
eight pounds...
[A hush comes over the crowd, trying to process those stats.]
FH: Wait... did he just say five eleven, one ninety-eight?
CL: Your listening skills are bar-none.
HD: ...hailing from Milan, Italy.
[All of a sudden a group of photographers run out, standing about 20
feet from the entrance, their cameras ready to shoot.]
HD: He is...
"HIIIIIIIIIILIIIIIIIIIIGHT" CHAAAAAAAAAANCE
MMMMMMMMMMCKENNNNNNNNNNZIE!!!!!!!!!!
[HEEL POP!]
CL: What a shocker! The former BWA Heavyweight Champion, OMG!W
Heavyweight Champion, and current male supermodel is Jessica
Marshall's hired henchman tonight!
FH: He's a big deal. I've seen him in Esquire!
CL: You read Esquire?
FH: I got it for a gift!
[The curtains part to either side, and out walks "Highlight" Chance
McKenzie. He's flanked on either side by Jessica Marshall and his
valet/fiancee Ashleigh Winters, and all three have smirks on their
faces. The photographers are in a frenzy, snapping pictures and trying
to get the attention of the trio, which of course McKenzie obliges.
After taking a few steps out, they stop and stand at the entrance,
with McKenzie and Mercenary locking eyes. McKenzie flashes a perfect
smirk, pointing to him.]
CMcK: Cut my music.
[The music abruptly halts.]
CMcK: Surprise, Merc.
[McKenzie stares at Mercenary, who just looks and shrugs.]
CMcK: Oh, I understand. You look at a guy like me, giving up almost
six inches and almost seventy pounds. You think, "Oh wow, _this_ is
what Jessica Marshall expects me to be worried about?" Better yet,
you're wondering why someone like me would even _dare_ to step into
the ring with you. Well, it's quite simple... even most of these
unintelligent oafs will understand it.
[McKenzie thumbs his chest as the crowd boos.]
CMcK: It's because I'm absolute _perfection_.
[He flashes another perfect grin.]
CMcK: Think about it. I've been virtually off the radar for _three
years_. I'm what could be considered a "could have been" since I never
even came _close_ to hitting my peak. Yet, even after all this time,
I'm _still_ getting the call to action. That's right, Merc. Out of
every single person that's ever graced the squared circle, Jessica
Marshall chose _me_ to call.
[McKenzie starts making his way down to the ring, his eyes remaining
locked on Mercenary.]
CMcK: What does this mean for you? What does this mean for PVW as a
whole? It means a whole new regime has blown into town. I've decided
to put my _entire_ career as a model on hold... well, somewhat anyway.
I've decided that regaining my former superstar status here in this
sport is just as important. Think about it from a business
perspective, Merc. It makes sense.
The magazine covers.
The product endorsements.
More importantly, the _titles_.
My entire _brand_ is going to flourish with this merger. I'm going to
ring in a new year as the _new_ face of Phoenix Valley Wrestling.
These morons, although brainless and _quite_ out of style, are sick of
seeing the same faces over and over. The Chris Hartt's. [POP!] The
Caleb Foley's. [POP!] The Rob Cole's. [HUGE POP!] I'm here to lead the
charge for something new.
[McKenzie slides into the ring.]
CMcK: Hell, I _am_ something new. Different. _Better._
[McKenzie gets into the face of Mercenary... well, as much as
possible.]
CMcK: But you'll see that firsthand...
# THWACK! #
[The sound of the microphone connecting with one swift blow to
Mercenary's head is heard, as McKenzie gets the opening shot of the
night. The referee tries to break up McKenzie's swift start, but
seeing no other choice, decides to ring the bell.]
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Phoenix, Arizona - 52nd Street Armory
PVW - RISE FROM THE ASHES II PRESHOW - Jessica Marshall's Challenge
The Mercenary v. Chance McKenzie
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
*DING*DING*DING*
CL: Chance McKenzie wow? We are all assuming it would either be a
blast from the Mercenary's past or a connection to Jessica Marshall.
Instead she went out and found one of the hottest stars that traveled
the Indy leagues that _JUST_ missed the big time.
FH: And he is taking it to Mercenary right now!
[Chance McKenzie struck first and he is taking full advantage of it.
He whips Mercenary across and leaps up and drills the hired gun with a
dropkick. Mercenary stays on his feet and Chance McKenzie hits the
ropes and baseball slides between Mercenary's legs and ends up behind
him and springboards and dropkicks Mercenary again.]
CL: Chance McKenzie is lighting quick! However he hasn't quite taken
Mercenary off his feet yet. And now the hired gun is backed in the
corner ... Chance charges and climbs up the Mercenary's chest ...
Monkey roll!
FH: You were saying?
[Mercenary hits the mat as Chance right back up and takes Merc down
with a spinning heel kick again! Chance drops down and makes an early
cover.]
!!! ONE !!!
!!! TWO !!!
CL: Merc with a strong kick out.
FH: Chance knew he wouldn't pick up the victory there. However he
wanted to send Mercenary a message. Size doesn't matter.
CL: Both men back up and McKenzie off the ropes and cross body into
another pin.
!!! ONE !!!
!!! TWO !!!
... Another kick out.
[The lighting quick McKenzie is keeping Merc off his feet, but never
for long. The Hired gun is right back to his feet and McKenzie again
hits the ropes, but this time comes to a screeching halt as he runs
into the big boot of Mercenary.]
CL: And the Mercenary has regained his focus as the big boot just sent
the 198 pounds Highlight reel to the mat. Marshall now slamming her
fist into the ground and look at Merc just glare at her.
FH: I don't know what look is worse the death stare from hell by
Jessica Marshall or the stare of you have a hit out on you by the
Mercenary. Both sends chills down my spine.
[Mercenary slowly approaches McKenzie and begins to pull him up, but
ends up in a small package!]
!!! ONE !!!
!!! TWO !!!
CL: Another near fall here early on, but Mercenary powers out again.
FH: Chance McKenzie didn't just come here to talk tonight. He came
here with direct orders from Jessica Marshall.
[Both men right back up and McKenzie ducks under a big right ... He
hits the ropes ... Tilt-a-whirl, but Chance lands on his feet.
However speed only takes you so far as he is driven down with a diving
forward clothesline by the Mercenary.]
*** POP ***
CL: Mercenary crushes Chance McKenzie with that clothesline. And the
Mercenary returns the favor and puts his palms across McKenzie for the
cover.
!!! ONE !!!
!!! TWO !!!
FH: Mind Games going on. Chance kicks out and Mercenary just looks at
Jessica Marshall.
[Mercenary pulls Chance up by the hair. He locks on a side head lock,
but Chance tosses him off. Merc comes off the ropes and Chance drops
to his stomach. Merc hops over and as he comes off the other way,
Chance goes for a hip toss that is blocked. Merc swings with a big
right hand, but Chance ducks under and hits the ropes. Again he goes
for a flying body press, but this time Merc catches him in mid-air.]
CL: Mercenary was ready for Chance and his onslaught of high flying
moves this time. He swings backwards with a fall-away slam ...
"___THUUUUUUD___"
[The Mercenary is back up and begins putting the boots to the fallen
model. He grabs the right leg and twists it around his body applying
pressure as Chance shoots up grabbing for his right leg.]
CL: Welcome to the PVW Chance McKenzie. I hope Jessica Marshall
didn't tell you that your stay was going to be all roses.
FH: Chance McKenzie is a former star in wrestling's Indy leagues.
CL: Be that it may I doubt he's ever had the task of taking out a guy
like the Mercenary. Especially a motivated well paid Mercenary.
[Mercenary grabs the leg again and twirls around twisting it. Chance
shoots up and this time is able to reach Mercenary as he was bent over
and jams a thumb into the Hired gun's eye socket. Mercenary stumbles
backwards and McKenzie leaps to his feet. He charges again and leaps
over the bent over Mercenary clearing out his eye with a sunset flip.]
!!! ONE !!!
!!! TWO !!!
CL: Another strong kick out by Mercenary. McKenzie and Mercenary back
up ... And Chance locks him ... EXPLODER SUPLEX!!!
"___THUUUUUUD___"
FH: Take 198 pounds now!
CL: Chance is obviously in amazing physical condition.
FH: Being managed by Jessica Marshall will do that too a guy.
[However Chance is learning what so many before him has ... You can't
keep the Mercenary down. The suplex only dazed the hired gun for a
short moment. As McKenzie made it to his feet he was only shortly
followed by the Mercenary. He leaped up with a headscissors ...
However the Mercenary caught him and held on and just drops down with
a sit-out powerbomb.]
"___THUUUUUUD___"
!!! ONE !!!
!!! TWO !!!
!!! THREE !!!
*** ALMOST POP ***
CL: WHOA ... Out of nowhere the Mercenary almost put Chance McKenzie
away right there. I don't expect Chance thought that the Mercenary
had enough wits in him to pull off something like that.
FH: That's the model part in him right there. I may not _always_ like
the Mercenary, but there are few who are going to out last him.
[The Mercenary now ontop yanks McKenzie to his feet and scoops him up
and drives him down with a body slam. He then steps on the much
smaller McKenzie and twists the bottom of his heels and steps off.
[He yanks the much lighter Chance McKenzie up and holds him by the
back of his head and tosses him right over the top ropes. He turns
his back and walks towards Marshall saying - "Is this really the guy
you are sending after me?" However McKenize held on ... His hands
hold the top ropes and he sends himself back up and over the top ropes
as Marshall now is on the ring apron distracting Mercenary.]
CL: Marshall doing what she does best ...
FH: Well only you would think _this_ is what she does best Chip.
[The fans are going nuts trying to warn the Mercenary. Chance
McKenzie puts a finger to his nose as if he is telling the fans to
"SHHHHH". He charges forward and leaps with another spinning heel
kick, but The Mercenary must have eyes in the back of his head as he
gets out of the way at the very last second and Marshall's new client
just drills her sending her off the ring apron.]
*** NAIL THAT BITCH POP ***
CL: McKENIZE JUST NAILED JESSICA MARSHALL!
FH: This can't be happening!
[Chance McKenzie looks worried as he looks down at Marshall who is on
the outside floor. He turns around and right into a front face slam!]
"___KAAAATHUUUUDDDDDDD___"
CL: Mercenary just flattened McKenzie and he is laying on the mat
looking up seeing stars!
FH: This isn't going as planned. NOTHING ever goes as planned when
the Mercenary is involved.
[The Mercenary pulls McKenzie back up and is calling for the Payoff.
He begins to lift McKenzie up and as Chance slides out and behind him.
McKenzue fires a kick in the right knee and the hired gun drops down
to one leg. Chance quickly climbs the top ropes and leaps into a
hurricarana as Mercenary returns to his feet.]
FH: Looks like the Mercenary isn't the only one who can get up from a
bad spot.
CL: Mercenary right back up! Look at Chance's eyes. He leaps and
drills Merc with a spinning savate kick.
"___TWAAAAAAAAP___"
!!! ONE !!!
!!! TWO !!!
*** KICKOUT POP ***
FH: I'm telling you need a gun... A bomb... A tank!
CL: Chance heading back to the top ropes. He leaps into a high
fashion elbow drop ...
.
.
.
.
.
.
*** HE MISSED POP ***
CL: Chance was looking to start the process of putting Merc away.
Chance is now up holding his elbow and under arm area. Merc is now up
and drops McKenzie with a big clothesline. Chance shoots back up and
is taken right back down with a booming right hand.
[Mercenary grabs the dazed McKenzie and lifts him and sets him up for
an old school piledriver ...]
"___THUUUUUUUD___"
FH: Thank god Jessica Marshall is back up.
CL: It may be too late.
[The Mercenary grabs that right leg again of McKenzie and places him
in the figure four leg lock.]
*** OLD SCHOOL SUBMISSON POP ***
CL: Merc is known for some old school wrestling moves. He has put a
lot of joints and legs through some extensive pain. Now Chance is at
the wrong end here tonight.
FH: Jessica Marshall back on the ring apron telling the ref to break
the hold.
[And Merc grabs the ropes and pulls for more leverage. Chance
swinging his arms in pain and Marshall hops off the apron telling the
ref to do his job.]
CL: Merc is used to using anything he has to at all to get the job
done. He is fighting Marshall at her own game.
FH: I haven't seen Chance resort to such tactics.
[Finally the hold is broken. Merc yanks the limping Chance to his
feet and sends his hard into the corner with an Irish whip. Chance
stumbles back out and Merc whips him across again with massive force.
Chance leaps into the corner the quickly leaps out ...Merc catches him
and drops down with a huge gut buster.]
"___CRUUUUUUUUNCH___"
CL: Chance for a second seemed like he could mount a come back and he
has rolled to the outside.
FH: Jessica Marshall is letting Merc hear it.
[Jessica Marshall is on the apron just yelling at Merc. The hired gun
walks to her full of smiles. On the outside Chance McKenzie has
grabbed the hailburton and quickly rolled in from behind.]
CL: Chance has that hailburton and Merc is busy with Marshall!
"___SMAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCCKKKKKK___"
FH: HAHA has Merc ever been hit with his own hailburton?
CL: Referee calling for the bell.
*DING*DING*DING*
[Chance McKenzie raises the hailburton high over his head again and
drives it down.]
"___THUUUUUUUD___"
"___THUUUUUUUD___"
"___THUUUUUUUD___"
CL: A series of Hailburton shots and Merc is finally down.
FH: So that's his kryptonite.
[Marshall is pleased and seems like this was the plan all a long.
Chance McKenzie hands her the famous hailburton and the two raise it
as the fans roar in boo's.]
CL: Marshall has gotten some revenge here tonight. Merc has walked
out with a win, but these two will see each other inside the ring
again.
FH: Marshall and McKenzie are leaving _with_ the hailburton. You can
bet Marshall is going to dig into that hailburton for any hint on who
is paying Merc.
CL: Marshall and now Chance McKenzie is playing with fire. The
Mercenary is being paid by someone Fred. That someone obviously isn't
ready to let the world know. However you _never_ get in between Merc
and his money.
FH: Let's hope for Marshall's sake there isn't any uncashed checks
inside that Haiburton. I would never want the Mercenary coming after
me for money. However if there is one person inside the PVW who can
bring just as much fire it's Fatality.
CL: Either way this war has just began. Marshall and Merc have been
at each other for awhile, but now Chance McKenzie is involved. I am
not sure that was a wise way of returning to the wrestling world.
FH: On the other hand is there a better situation then returning under
Jessica Marshall? After tonight she will have both Alex Martinez and
Chance McKenzie at her disposal.
CL: IF Alex Martinez can defeat Doc Holliday.
[We to the camera zoomed in the sun ... It slowly backs away as the
picture becomes more-and-more clear.]
V/O: "It's best to have failure happen early in life. It wakes up the
Phoenix bird in you so you rise from the ashes."
[As the camera lens becomes more clear faded visions of legends Doc
Holliday and Alex Martinez are seen.]
V/O: Career's on the line.
[Fades video of the steel cage ... scaffold ...]
V/O: Stakes are high.
[Eyes of the Celtic Crippler ... The smile of Johnny Detson.]
V/O: Respect earned.
[Danny Daniels confidently walking while Sinister glares.]
V/O: Grudges settled.
[Perry Fontana and Tom Landis side-by-side.]
V/O: Family united.
[We finally reach Rick Marley looking wide eyed as Rob Cole stands
ontop of a dirt mound.]
V/O: It all boils down to that one golden opportunity. The
opportunity to be the _BEST_ the wrestling world has ever seen. The
legacy you leave behind.
[Fade ... Slowly the blurred version of an outline becomes obvious.
It's the mythical bird -
The symbol that PVW was built on ...
On fire in full glory ...
The Phoenix.
Underneath it: RISE FROM THE ASHES II]
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: We are _SO_ close folks. And what a night it's going to be. If
you haven't already ordered Rise From the Ashes II then hurry up.
Trust me the build up ... the hype ... the caliber of matches ... It's
PVW in 2011!
FH: Do you make commission or something Chip?
CL: I just can't contain my excitement. Herk Douglas is inside the
ring and ready to introduce our final match on the Pre Show.
HD: Now introducing lead to the ring by Lady Laurel Levinger ...
[POPPAGE!!]
... THE PHENOM ... TOMMY RYDER!!!
["Headstrong" by Trapt blares across the PA system as the fans raise
to their feet. Lady Laurel Levinger is the first to emerge from the
backstage area. She stops towards the entrance way as she glares down
at the half-clad ladies. She turns as if she is calling out Ryder ...
He leaps out trotting to the ring, pumping his arms and shakes hands
with as many of the fans as he can reach. The positions are obvious as
Ryder makes his entrance. As he passes each pair on his way to the
ring, they begin to open their robes to flash him ... Laurel Levinger
grabs a hold of one of the robes and the crowd begins to boo even
louder!]
[The Crowd chants the PVW Warriors name as the lights dim to black as
the booming intro of "As I Am" by Dream Theater can be heard through
the PA system.]
HD: And his opponent... Weighing in at 235 pounds. Wrestling out of
Stoughton, MA. He is known as the PVW Warrior and is also your PVW
Television Champion...
LARRY GIONET !!!
[Mini Strobe lights rotating between blue and red flash up the
scaffolding, circling in the dark chaos of the darkened archway
illuminating the figure of a man standing in the darkness. The lights
begin flashing near the rampway off and on surrounding now the visible
figure of Larry Gionet before fading out again. Larry Gionet steps up
out onto the stage as loud fireworks shoot up in stereo bursts from
either side of the stage! He looks across the sea of fans as the
cheers resonate throughout the arena.]
[Larry Gionet slowly walks to the ring as the chants become louder. He
wears his red and black half long tights with his name in red slash
lettering, black kneepads and black boots. Without hesitation, he
nods towards the fans. With a menacing look on his face, he stops at
ringside and raises a head to stare at the crowd with a deep stare
taking in a very deep breath. The fans become a blur as he turns
towards the ring focusing in on the task at hand.]
[The music crashes around him as he heads for the ring steps. Climbing
the stairs, Gionet makes his way along the ring apron's edge. He looks
out across the rows of waving fans, and hand locked on the top rope,
steps inside with authority. Larry Gionet walks right across the ring
as he climbs the buckles and pounds his fists as the cheers continue
for the PVW Warrior.]
[Larry Gionet drops down, the blue turned to red lights flash across
the ring as he starts pulling on the ring ropes to test for give.
Charging through the shadows at breakneck speed, Gionet crashes into
the other side and skids to a halt in the center of the ring. Larry
raises both arms, one hand clamping his other wrist as he looks out
across the arena, cold blue eyes focused....]
[The lights begin to rise as Gionet raises a fist into the air. A
striking electric guitar solo blares throughout the packed house
leading his entrance theme like the cold glare in Larry's eyes
streaming out across the arena. Gionet grates a thumb across his neck
signaling for his music to be cut.]
(FACE POP)
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Phoenix, Arizona - 52nd Street Armory
PVW - RISE FROM THE ASHES II PRESHOW - PVW TV Championship Match
Tommy Ryder v. Larry Gionet
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*DING*DING*DING*
CL: The bell sounds, here we go...
FH: Wake me up when this match is over okay?
CL: Fred stop acting like a fool. This match has 'classic' written all
over it.
[Both men motion for a tie-up simultaneously, and lock horns in the
center, struggling against one another's strength. Gionet takes the
early advantage, but Ryder spins it around, and the two stumble back
against the turnbuckles.]
CL: These two are so evenly matched...
[Rolling along the ropes, neither man can take control of the other,
as Lou Crowe squeezes himself between the two, to separate them. Ryder
backs away slowly, his palms in the air.]
CL: It's going to be nip-and-tuck, no doubt about it...
[Ryder steps back into the middle of the ring, and motions for Gionet
to come and try things one more time. Gionet obliges with another
collar-and-elbow, and, after some more grappling, the champion finally
takes the advantage, with a side headlock...]
CL: Here we go! Gionet clamping on that headlo-
FH: This match is so boring!
CL: Ryder with the reversal!
[The challenger slips back into a hammerlock. Gionet winces, grabs his
shoulder, and reaches for a get-out. Finding nothing, he reaches back,
and lashes out with a back elbow, but Ryder ducks. However, Gionet,
too, is quick to react, spinning, setting him up, and...]
CL: Russian legsweep! PERFECTLY executed!
[To his credit, Ryder bounces right back up after the move, the two
men to their feet in stereo. The crowd applauds, as the challenger
holds the back of his head.]
CL: Both men back up, and another stand-off, here...
FH: Are they just gonna do this all match?
CL: I would think not, Fred.
FH: Good. Cause this is NOT what I paid to see!
CL: Fred, this is a scientific exchange of wrestling.
[The two men are once again circling one another, moving around the
ring, the crowd buzzing with excitement. Another tie-up is won
quickly, but Ryder this time, as he clamps on a side-headlock of his
own. Gionet quickly counters, dropping to his knees and attempting to
take his opponent over in a fireman's carry, but Ryder counters,
flipping out of it and landing on his feet.]
CL: Look at that! What an athlete!
[Ryder's momentum carries him into the ropes, and he rebounds, as
Gionet drops to his stomach. On the return, the champion goes
downstairs again, before springing to his feet and going for a hip-
toss. Ryder tries to counter with one of his own, but it's blocked.
There is a momentary stalemate, until Ryder nails a boot to the mid-
section, drapes his head across the back of Gionet's head...]
CL: Ryder flips out of it...
[Ryder goes for a clothesline, but Gionet ducks, and counters with a
waistlock. The challenger manages to block the suplex attempt,
slipping behind with a waistlock of his own, and rolling back into a
smart pinning clutch.]
CL: Wait a minute!
FH: Where did THAT come from?
CL: Ryder with Gionet rolled up!
!!! ONE !!!
!!! TWO !!!
[In the blink of an eye, Gionet rolls back into a pin of his own...]
CL: Gionet counters!
!!! ONE !!!
!!! TWO !!!
[The force of Ryder's kick-out sends Gionet careering into the ropes,
tumbling through and into a heap at ringside. He slaps the mats in
frustration, as his opponent gets back to his feet back in the ring.]
FH: Jeez... that was some kick-out, huh?
CL: It sure was. Gionet landed right at our feet...
[Ryder adjusts his kneepads, as Gionet pulls himself back up. Pausing
for a moment to catch his breath before climbing up on to the apron,
his opponent moves in to grab him, only to find the champion driving a
shoulder into his abdomen...]
CL: Ooof!
[Vaulting the top rope, and somersaulting a bent-double Tommy Ryder,
Gionet grabs the legs, and attempts to pull him over. The fans cheer,
as Ryder reaches out and swipes at the top rope, struggling to keep
himself from being pulled over...]
CL: OH MY! Sunset flip!!
FH: Gionet is too weak. He can't get him over... can he?!
CL: NO HE CAN'T!
[Suddenly, Ryder drops to his knees, pinning down Gionet'
shoulders...]
CL: RYDER COUNTERS!
!!! ONE !!!
!!! TWO !!!
[And then, Gionet reaches up with his feet, rolls Ryder up...]
CL: WAIT A MINUTE! THE TV CHAMP RE-COUNTERS!
!!! ONE !!!
!!! TWO !!!
[Ryder rolls back out of the pinning combo, keeping hold of Gionet'
ankles as he goes. Rolling forward, he hooks both of his opponent's
legs up tight in a vertical press...]
CL: And now Ryder with ANOTHER pinning combo!
!!! ONE !!!
!!! TWO !!!
[Gionet links his arms around Ryder's abdomen, bridges up to a
standing position. The fans sound an impressed pop, as he spins the
challenger around, hooks the arm...]
CL: BACKSLIDE BY LARRY!
!!! ONE !!!
!!! TWO !!!
!!! THRE !!!
NO!!!!!
[Ryder rolls back out of the move at the very last instant, he and
Gionet both back to their feet at the same time yet again. The two men
stand not three feet apart, eyes fixed on one another, chests heaving,
the crowd applauding for that brilliant exchange...]
CL: Good LORD! What an incredible match we have right here!
FH: You call that wrestling. I rather watch a Caleb Foley match at
least he bleeds or cries in his.
[After a short stand-off, the two men lock up once more. Ryder quickly
emerges with the advantage, twisting Gionet into an arm-wringer. The
champion, however, snags him in a side headlock, only for the
challenger to back him into the ropes, and launch him across...]
CL: Gionet into the ropes...
[Ryder leapfrogs the champion as he rebounds, and spins around. Gionet
slips out of the slam attempt over his opponent's shoulder, and...]
CL: SLEEPER! Gionet synching in that sleeper hold on Ryder!
[Ryder reaches to the head of Gionet, finding nothing, he tries to
turn into the pressure, but Gionet won't budge. As a last resort,
Ryder just throws himself back, using his weight to ram the champion
against the corner...]
CL: Oh my!! Gionet sandwiched against the turnbuckles!
FH: And that WILL knock the wind outta ya' ...
CL: Referee Ricky Lou Crowe asking for a break...
[And Gionet obliges, releasing the hold slowly, holding up his hands.
Ryder, tough, has had enough, and decides to lash out...]
CL: MAN! Ryder with an elbow!
FH: Yes! That's the way to do things!
CL: Ryder with a bit of a short-cut, there...
FH: Just do what you've gotta do to WIN, Tommy!
[Gionet is stunned, holding his jaw, as Ryder spins around, and drives
his shoulder, hard, into the stomach of his opponent, before nailing a
rapid flurry of forearms to the face.]
CL: And Ryder, now, going to work on the Television Champion!
[With Gionet on the back foot, Ryder takes him by the wrist, and tries
to whip him into the corner. However, he slams on the brakes, and
reverses the move, flinging the challenger towards the 'buckle...]
CL: Gionet... REVERSES!
[In mid-stride, Ryder leaps up to the second rope, pushes off, and
arcs backwards, flattening an onrushing Larry Gionet with a picture-
perfect moonsault bodyblock...]
CL: WHAT A MOVE THERE! RYDER'S GOT THE COVER!
!!! ONE !!!
!!! TWO !!!
!!! THRE !!!
NO!!!!!!
CL: TWO-AND-A-HALF! How close was THAT?!
[Gionet just squirms out at the last second, and Ryder is back to his
feet in the blink of an eye. The champion is not much more than a
split-second after him, but the challenger is quick to follow up on
his advantage, whipping Gionet into the ropes one more time...]
CL: Ryder, now, with the Irish whip...
[Ryder swings with a right, but misses. Spinning around, he leaps into
the air like a salmon, kicking out with that patented standing
dropkick...]
CL: NO! NOBODY HOME!
[Gionet hooked the ropes with his arms, and Ryder splattered against
the mat. The champion, though, is in quickly, grabbing the feet of the
challenger, stepping through...]
CL: FIGURE FOUR! FIGURE FOUR!
[Ryder, though, refuses to have the hold put on him, scrambling away
and grabbing the bottom rope with both hands. Lou Crowe steps between
the two, as Gionet releases his grip, and Ryder begins to pull himself
back to an upright position...]
CL: Ryder just got to those ropes, a narrow escape, there..
[Back to his feet, now, Ryder seems a little groggy, but has no time
to recover as Gionet edges past Lou Crowe, rushes in, and connects
with a stiff clothesline that sends both men over the top...]
CL: Gionet with a lariat! Both men up and over, to the floor!
[At ringside, Ryder is cradling his head, as Gionet gets slowly back
to his feet. The fans in the front row are cheering like crazy, as a
limp Ryder, finds himself being dragged back up, and a solid forearm
connecting with his face.]
CL: This match has spilled to the outside, now...
FH: Good! We've had the science, now let's see a FIGHT!
CL: And Tommy Ryder is certainly in some trouble, here...
[Indeed. Another Gionet forearm, followed by a shot to the top of the
head with the point of the champion's elbow, has "The Phenom"
stumbling back into the timekeeping area.]
CL: They're coming over here...
[Ryder rests himself on the timekeeper's table, as Gionet approaches,
and snatches him in another side-headlock. However, the challenger
grabs him around the waist, and throws him across ringside with
force.]
CL: GOOD LORD! GIONET INTO THE RINGPOST!
[Gionet head impacts hard with the steel, and he spirals away, coming
to rest against the security guardrail. Ryder shakes off his cobwebs,
and lays into the champion with a series of rights and chops, before
backing away, taking a run-up, and...]
FH: WHOA!!
CL: GOOD GOD! GOOD GOD - WHAT ELEVATION!
FH: How high did he go, there, Chip?
CL: Tommy Ryder back-dropped... into the crowd!
[Ryder is just in a heap on the floor, fans swarming around him,
Gionet only being held up by the steel. Holding his head after the
collision with the post, Gionet shakes off the pain, grabs Ryder by
the hair, and hauls him back upright, draping his limp body over the
rail, flipping him out of the crowd and on to his back on the ringside
mats.]
CL: Things are really getting a little out of hand, here...
FH: And I thought Gionet was Mr. Whiter-than-White...
CL: Well, he plays by the rules, Fred, he's one of the cleanest
competitors I've ever seen. But he wants to win, he wants to retain
his title, and he'll do whatever he can to do that...
[Scraping Ryder up off the mat, the champion rolls him back into the
ring, and, with the fans cheering him on, slides in after him after a
few moments to catch his breath.]
CL: Gionet seems to have Ryder in the palm of his hand...
[Ryder rolls over, on to all fours, but Gionet prevents him from
getting up by dropping a knee, hard, into his ribs. The challenger
goes down, only for Gionet to haul him back up, and slam him down.]
CL: Scoop slam by Gionet, and he's taken control, here...
[A hard elbow is dropped right into the sternum of the challenger...]
CL: And an elbow to follow up! Cover, now!
!!! ONE !!!
!!! TWO !!!
!!! THRE !!!
[No, Another Kick out and Gionet wastes no time in following up,
dragging a limp-bodied Ryder up with him as he gets back to his feet.
Leading him back into the corner, the Television Champion smashes an
elbow back into his temple, before attempting to shoot him across...]
CL: Gionet... Irish whip- NO! Ryder counters!!
FH: NO! Re-counter by Gionet!!
[The force of the whip sends Ryder crashing, sternum-first, into the
turnbuckle. He grabs at his chest, and staggers back into Gionet
grasp. The champion sets him up for a belly-to-back...]
CL: What impact on that Irish whip...
FH: Look at Gionet!
CL: Gionet looking for a suplex...
FH: Look at Tommy!
[Showing his athleticism once again, Ryder flips back out of the move,
landing on his feet behind his opponent. In a desperation move, "The
Phenom" shoves Gionet hard in the back, thumping him against the
'buckles.]
CL: Ryder getting himself back in this thing!
[Gionet hits hard, staggers around, and Ryder is on hand, jumping and
connecting, this time, with that trademark dropkick. The fans pop for
Ryder as he and Gionet bounce back to their feet...With both men back
up, Ryder rushes Gionet in the corner...]
CL: OH MY!
[... only for Gionet to take him down with a drop toe-hold, and his
face to connect, solidly, with the bottom turnbuckle pad. Ryder
recoils, holding his nose, rolling on to his back as a groggy Gionet
takes time to recover before following up...]
CL: Gionet sent Tommy Ryder FACE-FIRST into the turnbuckle...
[Gionet hooks the leg ...]
!!! ONE !!!
!!! TWO !!!
!!! THRE !!!
CL: MAN! Another close, CLOSE near-fall...
[Once more, Ryder squirms a shoulder up off the canvas. Gionet is a
little slower getting back to his feet this time, despite the sound of
the crowd intensifying. Hauling the challenger back up, Gionet slams
his shoulder into the gut, bending Ryder double.]
CL: You've got to wonder how much more Tommy Ryder can take...
[Applying the double underhook, Gionet sets... and delivers.]
CL: BUTTERFLY SUPLEX!
[Ryder arches up off the canvas, clutches at his back. Gionet gets
back to his feet, spends a split second eyeing his opponent, possibly
thinking about making a cover. Listening to the fans, though, he backs
into the corner, and pushes himself up...]
CL: Gionet, now... second rope...
[Gionet slaps his forearm a couple of times, motioning for an elbow
smash. Ryder is still down, still with a hand to his back, as the
champion sets himself... and leaps...]
CL: OH MY! OH MY! RYDER GOT THE FOOT UP! SOMEHOW, SOME WAY... HE DID
IT!
[Gionet grabs at his jaw, and crumbles to the canvas. Ryder rolls
away, the fans roaring him on, this time, and he grabs the top rope
and begins to drag himself up off the canvas.]
CL: And listen to this crowd get behind Tommy Ryder!
[Ryder struggles back to a standing position, Gionet back to his feet
at about the same time. With the momentum, and now the crowd behind
him, "The Phenom" half-stumbles over to his opponent, and smacks an
elbow into the face of the champion.]
CL: Ryder, now, could be a getting a second wind...
[Gionet staggers back into the corner, and Ryder grabs him, and, with
every ounce of strength left in his body, launches him across the
ring, the force of the whip taking him down as well.]
CL: GOOD GOD WHAT A WHIP!
[Gionet's back smashes against the turnbuckle with an audible thud, as
Ryder slowly picks himself back up. The agony is etched in the face of
the champion, as he staggers out of the corner, right into the waiting
arms of an exhausted Tommy Ryder...]
CL: BACKBREAKER!
[Ryder is, quite literally, on his hands and knees as he hauls himself
back up. Gionet is writhing on the canvas, before rolling to his
knees, and then his feet, as his opponent sizes him up from across the
ring...]
CL: And look at Gionet get right back up...
[Before Chip can finish his sentence, Gionet, although virtually out
on his feet, has the awareness to drop to his stomach, and slide out
of the ring, stopping Ryder in mid-flow from delivering a
superkick...]
CL: Good ring savvy, there, from the Television Champion...
[Pushing his sweat-slicked hair out of his face, Gionet take a moment
to convalesce on the outside. Ryder, though, isn't about to slow down
for a minute, checking the position of himself and of the champion,
backing into the ropes, sprinting across...]
CL: OHMYGOD! OHMYGOD! OHMYGOD! THE PHENOM GIVING IT EVERYTHING! RYDER
WITH A SUICIDE DIVE!"
[The awe-inspiring, springboard body press has the crowd on their
collective feet, virtually tearing the roof off the arena. Both men
are laid out like wounded, side-by-side, on their backs.]
CL: MY GOD! What a magnificent display we are watching!
[The atmosphere in the arena is just electric, as Ryder, holding his
lower back, rolls on to his front, and, grabbing the top of the
guardrail, begins to pull himself up. Gionet is still flat on his
back.]
CL: And Lou Crowe... I think he's gonna let 'em play, here...
[Ryder is finally back to his feet, and he scrapes Gionet up off the
canvas, cracks him with a straight right hand, and rolls him back into
the ring. Hauling himself up on to the apron, Ryder begins to climb
the turnbuckles slowly, Gionet laying prone, in the ring...]
CL: And Ryder... is going upstairs!
FH: He's gonna finish him... but will he finish HIMSELF too?
[Finally reaching the top rope, Ryder winces, grabs at his back,
spends a moment to gain his balance. Parallel to the corner, Gionet
hasn't so much as moved since he got knocked down on the outside, as
the challenger sails from the ropes, silhouetted by flashbulbs...]
CL: OHMYGOD!
[... and impacts with an empty canvas.]
CL: NOBODY THERE! NOBODY THERE FOR A LEGDROP!!
[Gionet, slowly, throws an arm over the chest of the challenger...]
CL: AND GIONET, NOW, WITH THE COVER!
!!! ONE !!!
!!! TWO !!!
!!! THREE !!!
CL: NO! NO! THE PHENOM GOT THE SHOULDER UP!!
[Gionet rolls off the cover, hands to his head in disbelief. Ryder
rolls on to his front, as the champion pushes himself back up to his
feet, bringing Ryder up with him. Gionet drops his elbow right across
the back of his head, takes him by the hair, and leads him to the
corner...]
CL: Ryder... BLOCKS IT!
[The champion attempts to smash Ryder's face against the turnbuckle,
but The Phenom man sticks out a foot to block. Grabbing a handful of
his hair, Ryder counters by slamming his opponent's head, hard against
the turnbuckle, again, and again.]
CL: Gionet... OH MY! Ryder just made him eat that 'buckle...
[The fans are going wild, as Gionet slumps down, his shoulders hooked
around the top rope to keep himself from falling. Ryder staggers out
of the corner, almost dropping to one knee with exhaustion, before
spinning around, charging the corner...]
CL: Ryder.... NO!
[Missing a big turnbuckle splash, Ryder's head bounces off the
ringpost, and he physically folds over the top rope, and flips over,
landing in a heap on the apron. On the mat, Gionet picks himself up,
and begins to get back to his feet. Ryder, too, grabs the middle rope
slowly pulling himself back to an upright position.]
CL: Ryder went for the high-risk again, but he missed!
[Finally back on his feet, Ryder seems anything but stable, staying on
the apron only by virtue of a precarious grip on the top rope. Gionet
reaches his feet, shakes off his cobwebs, turns, and charges...]
CROWD: OOOOOOOOOOHHHHH!!
CL: GOOD GOD ALMIGHTY!!
FH: AAAARGH!
[A solid right hand connects with Ryder's head, and he is sent sailing
off the apron, his face dropping on to the front of the announce table
before he slumps to the mats at ringside. Gionet legs have given out,
and he's down on the mat, only able to look on at a laid-flat Ryder.]
CL: Ryder off the apron! These are the best seats in the house but
that was just a little bit TOO close, for my liking...
[Gionet rolls out of the ring, Lou Crowe at a loss for what to do,
Lady Laurel Levinger crouched by her man, trying to attend to him.
However, as the Television Champion approaches, she has no choice but
to back off, her man being scraped up off the mat, and smacked, right
in the face, with a forearm.]
CL: What a hell of a match we are watching here...
[Indeed, Ryder answers Gionet's forearm shot with a right hand, and
this match quickly becomes a straight-up brawl, the two men trading
fists and forearms and elbows and chops.]
CL: LOOK AT THESE TWO GO AT IT!!
[Ryder smacks a European uppercut up underneath Gionet's jaw, and the
champion reels back from the impact. The challenger connects with a
second shot, grabs a handful of Gionet's hair, and...]
CL: GIONET JUST TASTED OUR ANNOUNCE TABLE!
[Gionet slumps to the floor, and Ryder staggers back, propping himself
up against the ring. Grabbing the second rope, he pulls himself up on
to the apron, rolling under the bottom rope and on to his back to
catch a much-needed breather.]
CL: These men just REFUSE to LOSE, Fred! It's amazing!
[Gionet gets himself back to a standing position, as Ryder rolls up to
his feet back in the ring. Pulling himself up on the apron, Gionet
feels a stiff kick, right in his gut, a tight grip on the second rope
the only thing keeping him from plunging back to the ring floor.]
CL: And Ryder, now... has he turned the tide, here?
[Applying a front face-lock, the challenger sets to suplex the PVW
Warrior from the apron, back inside the ring. With a handful of
tights, Ryder lifts Gionet into a vertical position, only for the
champion to reverse in mid-air, landing on his feet behind the
Phenom.]
CL: GIONET REVERSES! AND LOOK AT LOU CROWE! HE JUST GOT KNOCKED DOWN!
FH: I THINK LARRY CAUGHT HIM IN THE HEAD WITH HIS FOOT!
[Indeed, Lou Crowe goes down hard, holding his head. In the meantime,
Gionet waistlock's Ryder, gets the leverage, lifts, arches
backwards...]
CL: WAIT-A-MINUTE! GERMAN SUPLEX!
[Ryder landed right on the back of his head, as Gionet bridges up into
the pin. The crowd goes crazy, counting the three and cheering as
though the champion had retained, but there is no referee to count.]
CL: BUT THE REFEREE'S DOWN! WE'VE GOT NO REF!
[Gionet releases Ryder, who rolls back and away, into the corner.
Gionet gets back to his feet, if a little unsteadily, and attempts to
revive Lou Crowe, but to no avail. Turning back to his opponent, who
has just about pulled himself back up to the feet, Gionet charges...]
CL: Gionet... CLOTHESLINE!!
[Ryder grabs at his head, slithers down, only kept on his feet by
Gionet grip on him. The two men remain in an awkward, exhausted
embrace for a moment, before the champion grabs Ryder's wrist, whips
him across...]
CL: Gionet with the Irish whip...
[Looking for another clothesline, Gionet rushes in for a second time.
Ryder, though, somehow grabs the top rope, and pushes himself up into
the air, kicking out his legs and allowing Gionet to pass underneath
him, nearly falling as he lands on wobbly legs. Gionet spins around,
Tommy climbs up his Gionet's front by using the his body as a ladder
putting his last step on the Gionet's shoulder as he kicks him in the
face.]
CL: THERE IT IS! THERE IT IS! THE 'STEPPING STONE'!
[Having connected with the Stepping Stone, Ryder slumps to the mat,
draping himself over the body of the Television Champion. The crowd is
going totally ballistic, as a slightly-revived Lou Crowe pulls himself
along the canvas, to make the count...]
!!! ONE !!!
!!! TWO !!!
!!! THREE !!!
[HOLY SHIT POP!!!!]
FH: WE'VE GOT A NEW CHAMPION!
CL: NO WE DON'T!! NO WE DON'T!!
FH: GOOD GOD! YOU'RE RIGHT!
CL: GIONET GOT A SHOULDER UP!
[Ryder rolls off Gionet' body, absolutely stunned. His expression is
half-exhausted, half-disbelieving, as he sits up, hands to his head,
and beats the canvas in frustration. Pulling himself back up, he
stomps the mat furiously, kicks the bottom rope, and drops the flat of
his boot, hard, on Gionet face.]
CL: And this may be the spark Ryder needed!
[Ryder stomps him again, hauls him back up. Ryder slaps his thigh,
fires off another European uppercut, sending Gionet staggering back
into the ropes. Gionet finds himself being shot across...]
CL: RYDER'S GONNA GO FOR IT AGAIN!
[Gionet rebounds, Ryder starts running towards Gionet...]
CL: GIONET DUCKS ...
[Ryder's momentum carries him on into the ropes, and he bounces out.
The two men are on a collision course in the center of the ring.
However, Gionet reaches out, and, with every last ounce of strength he
can summon from his muscles, lifts Ryder up, spins him through 360
degrees, and flips him over almost in slow motion, the whole ring
shaking with the impact, the whole arena shaking with the cheers of
the crowd...]
CL: What a Fireman's Carry gutbuster drop followed by a yakuza kick to
the head of The Phenom. GIONET WITH THE COVER! IT'S OVER!!
!!! ONE !!!
!!! TWO !!!
!!! THREE !!!
[THIS SOB ISN'T OVER YET POP!!!!]
CL: I DON'T BELIEVE IT! RYDER KICKED OUT! HE GOT A SHOULDER UP!
[Gionet rolls off the cover, shocked as Ryder was just moments ago.
Gionet picks up Ryder and is going for Darkness Falls but The Phenom
somehow reverses it by holding Gionet's legs so he can not pick him
up. Gionet gets frustrated and starts pounding away at the back of
Ryder and then picks him up but this time goes for a powerbomb ...]
CL: RYDER JUST REVERSED THAT POWERBOMB INTO A FACE PLANT.
[Both men are down exhausted as Ryder is the first one back to his
feet and is waiting for Gionet to get up and grabs him and goes for
flipover piledriver but Gionet rolls through it and goes for a yakuza
kick to the face of Ryder but The Phenom ducks underneath the kick.
Larry picks up Ryder and goes for Darkness Falls a second time, but
Ryder slips out again. Gionet turns around and Ryder goes for
Enziguri, but Gionet ducks and Ryder hits the mat. Gionet goes to grab
Ryder but Tommy pushes him away and then goes running into the ropes
and on the rebound he met by a boot to the midsection and Gionet
quickly picks him up and delivers a Reverse Tombstone piledriver.]
CL: GIONET FINALLY HIT DARKNESS FALLS!!!
FH: IT ONLY TOOK HIM THREE TIMES...
CL: GIONET DRAPES AN ARM OVER RYDER.
!!! ONE !!!
!!! TWO !!!
!!! THREE !!!
[HELLA MATCH POP !!!]
HD: THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH AND STILL PVW TELEVISON CHAMPION ...
LARRY GIONET.
[Back in the ring, there is no denying the both men are tired. Gionet
can barely stand, but he pulls himself back up nonetheless. On the
mat, Ryder stirs, and sits up, cradling his head in his hands.]
CL: BUT WHAT A MATCH, FRED! WHAT A MATCH WE JUST SAW!
[And then, in a move that shocks the world...]
CL: WAIT A MINUTE!
[... Gionet extends his hand to Ryder. The Phenom hesitates
momentarily, looks up at the Television Champion. The fans are
cheering wildly, as Ryder accepts Gionet hand.]
FH: WHAT?!
CL: RYDER JUST SHOOK GIONET HAND, AND THESE FANS LOVED IT!
FH: Wait just a minute! These two just beat the heck outta one another
for the past thirty minutes, and now they're shaking hands?!
CL: THEY SURE ARE!! WHAT A SHOW OF SPORTSMANSHIP BY BOTH MEN!
FH: I... I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!
CL: What a way to end things here on LIVE TV folks. We are running
out of time and you want to call your cable companies now! Just in
seconds ... RISE FROM THE ASHES II!
FH: You've become such a shill ... I love it Lester!
[We get one final look at the two warriors in the center of the ring.
The PVW fans are on their feet loving the battle these two men just
had.
Cut to the back. A voice rings out at a distance.]
Bubba [off-screen]: This cracka cushion sure is bony!
[Stepping into frame just in time to twitch at the sound of that
voice, a pair of figures redouble their efforts to reach a door ajar
at the end of the hall.]
Gutch [off-screen]: Okay, uh, wow. I think we're done. Man, lookin'
at 'im's makin' me queasy. Am I right? Heh.
[The hunched frame of Jack "the Mauler from Milan" Fontana hobbles
down the backstage corridor, his nephew "Deathless" Perry Fontana by
his side, until, nearing the doorway, they come to a halt, hearing the
echos of thick, turkey gravy-coated cackling. The door fully opens
when the massive forms of "Big Bubba" Hayes and Gutch Bartilucci step
out, their rolls of fat lard rippling with laughter. Fontana looks
them both up and down, marvelling at their shear girth as both men, in
addition to their tights, wear black power T-shirts...]
Gutch: Uh, hey Perry... Yo, Bubba, lemme talk with my man Perry here,
Italian to Italian.
Bubba: What'cha talking ta dat piece of cheese eatin', too much
talkin', mutton chop scumbag for? He probably pay up in dat fake ass
funny money from Canabeq wif all dem queens an' shit.
[Departing as he continues to shout, Bubba casts a baleful glare over
one shoulder at Fontana before his eyes flick to Gutch.]
Bubba: GET YO MONEY IN AMERRUCAN BILLS!
Gutch: Okay buddy.
Bubba: AMERRUCAN!
Gutch: See you in a little while.
Bubba: Don't take no checks!
Gutch: Take care!
[Pause. Fontana watches Bubba depart, then, grimacing, turns back to
Gutch with an imploring whisper.]
Fontana: Cousin, what's going on here?
Uncle Jack: Hunh! Dis izin' yurr lucker room!
Gutch: Huh? Oh, yeah, well, I figured since you and me were cool and,
y'know, you had some extra baggage you needed handled...
[The camera angles around Perry to catch a sideways view of Gutch, who
only partially obscures a pair of legs beyond the doorway indicating a
body laying prostrate upon the concrete floor. The tights and boots
are recognizably those of "Hellraiser" Tom Landis.]
Fontana: Non mi rompere le _palle_, Gutch! What did you do?
Gutch: Y'know ... do I really have to spell it out?
[An imploring look and outstretched palms from Fontana provide a
silent "yes".]
Gutch: It was just ... y'know, since when 'Stock and me were on
speaking terms we didn't exactly get to finish the job you paid us
for.
[A look of unbridled horror crosses Fontana's face as it dawns on him
what has transpired. Seemingly in shock or denial his feet remain
rooted to the floor as he tries to collect his wits.]
Gutch: And hey, when I get paid, I do the work, y'know?
Fontana: Non... non... I _dealt_ with LIVESTOCK! ... and I told him
this _deal_ was OVER~!
Gutch: Oh, well hell, I dunno about that. Maybe he knew last time I
saw him but the steroids got all stuck up in his brain or something.
[A tense moment of silence ensues as Fontana looks to his uncle who
stares intensely back and gives a tight nod as if to indicate some
course of action to take. The reality of the situation seems to be
slowly sinking in on Perry.]
Gutch: Well, okay, uh, no need to thank me Per. Just pay it forward
or whatever. Nice meeting you ... Crypt Keeper. Bye.
[Still unfocused, Perry shakes his head, then turns to enter his
locker room. On sighting Landis he stops short. In a fetal position,
seemingly having vomited blood all over the floor, Landis is
unconscious and partially buried by a toppled locker and pile of steel
chairs. Perry shakes his head, sighs. His uncle throws his hands in
the air in desperation.]
Uncle Jack: Les fils de putes, hunh!
Fontana: I caused this.
Uncle Jack: Hit be duh curse. Every time, hevery single time when duh
gol' be on duh line in duh States, sumting like dis 'appen.
[Perry's voice is the raspy, gravelly whisper it always is, only this
time without intermittent spit and screams.]
Fontana: No, mio zio, this is my fault...
[On his knees, Uncle Jack tries to comfort his unconscious nephew-in-
law with his wrinkled, calloused, arthritis-riddled hand.]
Fontana: ... So now I have to _fix_ it.
[With a hardened look of vengeance in his dark eyes, Perry steps out
of the locker room, hellbent on revenge! The feed fades out as the
cameraman tries to follow "Il Eterno" through the corridor.
Fade to Black.]
