Shattered Dreams Night Two - September 30th 2009
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[Offspring's "Shattered Dreams" gently plays as we return where it all
began ... The 52nd street Armory in Phoenix, Arizona. The stern image
of the first PVW ring sits proudly in the center of the empty arena.]
V/O: It all started with a dream.
[Images of the opening night Heatwave in front of just over a thousand
fans if that. The young rookie of Caleb Foley trotting down the ring.
PVW's Paladin - Chris Hartt raising an arm. The masked - Major
Damage. Grueling faces of Rob Cole and Spectre. The ego wore on his
sleeve of Paul Styles. The images get quicker as we see the Wild
Cards, Chase Williams, Christopher Michaelson, and Outlaw.]
V/O: Some survived the journey and other's stand as a name in the
history books.
[We stay in the Armory and we reach Rise From the Ashes. The less
than half packed Arena now finds it's self well over a few thousand.
The PVW modern day Colosseum continues to sit in the center.]
V/O: Growth led excitement ... And for the first time interest began
to expand outside the borders of Arizona. However one thing remained
the same ... Hopes and dreams.
[There was a chill in the air that night. For the first time the
small league that opened it's doors as the calendar turned to 2008
didn't feel so "small" after all. Images of Chris Hartt and RJ Souza
unloading. Paul Styles and Jonathan Monarch raise the PVW tag team
titles after winning the gauntlet match. Chase Williams stands over a
mentally broken Caleb Foley.]
V/O: Big breaks always come with a twist ... And in this case three
letters - S S N.
[Fade to the first opening of PVW broadcast under SSN. The letters
sat next to PVW as if a new era began. And we find ourselves in
California. Lights are a little brighter ... There sits a big screen
at the entrance way. The PVW ring still remains the same, but
sparkles just a little bit more.]
V/O: 2008 ended ... Wrestling magazines raved about the juggernaut it
has become. Superstars ... Icons ... and Legends from all over
flocked to be apart of the growing company.
[Images of Gibson Hayes ... Doc Holliday ... Dark Soul ... Larry
Gionet ... PAIN ... Marcus Manson ... Alex Martinez ... Tom Landis ...
Gavin Cassel ... Justin Cruise ... Perry Fontana ...]
V/O: What was once a small time idea looking to bring back tradition
and glory to the wrestling world has expanded to a overnight
sensation. Those one time hopes and dreams of being the one to lead
the company into a new generation expanded to being the one to stand
at the top of the generation.
[We reach Boiling Point. The night some say cemented PVW's legacy.
There sit's that PVW ring. Black ... Gold ... Spot lights shining as
fireworks explode. Images of matches still raved about today fly
through - The Double title match ... The Tag Team war ... War Games
... Williams/Cole!]
V/O: So here we stand. All eyes upon us. The leader of today.
Introduced in Asia ... Made our impact in Europe ... And ready to
answer any questions remaining. In Madison Square Garden ... Those
hopes and dreams still remain. Through the growth ... Through the
expansion ... Through the rise to the top.
[As the music fades, Chase Williams with the PVW Heavyweight Champion
turns into Brian Young holding the title over his head proudly that
turns into Rob Cole.]
V/O: The biggest prize in our industry has only sat around three men's
waist.
[A split screen ... The image of Justin Cruise sits beside Rob Cole.]
V/O: Those who have worn it cemented their place in history. Joined a
small group of peers that our world called _the_ men.
They stood atop of this industry.
Icons turned to legends.
All eyes upon them.
For a time they lived the _dream_.
[We fade to black as the music goes silence.]
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LIVE at Madison Square Garden
New York City, New York
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[A shot of Madison Square Garden. An overhead view show's the arena
jammed full with screaming fans. PVW merchandise abound and more
signs then you can count.
~~FWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!~~
~~KABOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!~~
~~FWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!~~
~~KABOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!~~
... Fireworks explode above the squared circle. The fans let out a
roar as the opening segments tick off on live PPV television. From
the ceiling red ... white ... and blue confetti fall from the ceiling.
Chip Lester and Fred Hoyle make their way down to ring side as Lester
pauses for a few pictures on his way down. The two men step inside
the ring as Chip's voice is head over the PA.]
CL: Wow! One night down and what a night it was. However here we
stand at the Mecca of them all. In New York City ... Madison Square
Garden!
"P-V-W!! P-V-W!!"
"P-V-W!! P-V-W!!"
"P-V-W!! P-V-W!!"
"P-V-W!! P-V-W!!"
[The chant roars through the arena as Chip and Fred look around the
arena a bit wide eye.]
CL: Folks welcome to ... Night Two ... SHATTERED DREAMS!
[The roar grows louder. As the P-V-W chant gains momentum. The camera
begins to zoom around soaking in the biggest reaction to date. Fans
of all ages and all different types pump their fist in the air. Shove
their sighs high. Kids shake their heads screaming in a furry like
maniacs.]
CL: It's all came down to this. Last night was a night for the record
books, but tonight is the final chapter. Eight matches are still left
and one of them is for the biggest prize in our industry the PVW
_WORLD_ Heavyweight Championship.
FH: This is just amazing Lester. I thought last night was huge, but
standing here inside this ring in-front of a jammed packed Madison
Square Garden. I think I can finally die and go to heaven.
CL: Fred it just doesn't get any bigger then this. Last night was
_the_ Grudge Match as we saw Rick Marley and William Craven battle it
out. Tonight Justin Cruise has the chance of a life time.
FH: That's right. It's only fitting that tonight is called -
Shattered Dreams, because just like the opening many men dream of
being just where Justin Cruise is. A shot in front of the world at
becoming the PVW World Heavyweight Champion. However there is one
problem ... Standing in his path is possibly the most dangerous man in
all of professional wrestling. He nearly bled Chase Williams dry and
up until last night he has never been seen the same again.
CL: Rob Cole has quickly become the most feared and most dominant
champion in PVW's history. Justin Cruise has his hands full no doubt.
However also eight of wrestlings finest tag teams perhaps _EVER_ face
off in the return of tag team wrestling's most historic and
prestigious matches ever - UNHOLY WAR!
FH: I have sat through many of these ... Teams build legacies at
Unholy War. Some of the best teams ever to wrestle in our sport like
The Outlaws, Fire and Ice, Wild Cards, Lethal Leaders, and Circle of
Death
have shined in Unholy War.
CL: Excellent point Fred. Will a new era of tag team wrestling be
born tonight? We will have to wait and see. Also scheduled for
tonight the claim for the toughest SOB in PVW is on the line when
Larry Gionet and Marcus Manson finally collide. However we have no
clue who the referee will be?
FH: I have been racking my brain for weeks. What man has history with
_both_ Gionet and Manson?
CL: Nobody seems to have a clue. Also in action Danny Daniels takes
on Sinister and Caleb Foley has returned to face the hard nosed
veteran Dr. X.
FH: Both intriguing matches in their own right. Daniels and Sinister
have been going at it for some time. Every since Sinister stuck his
nose into the potential match of the year candidate between Jack
Griffin and Danny Daniels. As for Caleb Foley thankfully his father
isn't around to see the man he has become. It's a shame, but nothing
the good doctor can't fix.
CL: The debates have been raging for a number of years about just what
league was the best ever. Tonight we may add a little more fuel to
that debate when Rob Magnum and Dark Soul finally clash. Also Johnny
Detson has returned to active competition to put a stop to Todd
Johnstone's charades and standing in his path tonight is the
wrestling's most sadistic superstar - SPECTRE!
FH: How would you like to be Johnny Detson right about now? You
return to active competition and set aim at Gibson Hayes and his fame.
However instead you are matched up with a man that enjoys pain ... A
man who eats pain for breakfast. A man who took Rob Cole beyond his
limits in Spectre? Thanks but NO thanks!
CL: Finally we will see two former friends ... Two men who have a
great deal of respect for one another. Xavier Feyr and Doc Holliday.
Holliday finally takes one more step in getting his revenge on the
Widowmakers and most importantly Rick Marley.
FH: Hey Doc ... That isn't an easy task to do. If you don't believe
me just ask William Craven. And he has just a few feet of size
advantage on you.
CL: How's your voice Fred?
FH: Nothing a few Red Bull's haven't cured. I am a professional it
will take more then a few hours of sleep to phase me.
CL: Good to hear ... I am getting word that camera's are waiting
backstage with Dean Hayes.
[We cut to Dean Hayes round a corner at a high speed. Camera man is
trying to keep up with him as he moves at a fast pace. He just makes
it around the corner as the door slams.]
DH: Folks our Head of Security just made the trip from London along
with few of us. I got just a small word in with Jason Keening before
he quickly high tailed it here. Let's see if I can get a word with
him.
["Swingin" Dean Hayes knocks on the door ... A few seconds goes by
and no answer. So what does any person do in this situation? He
knocks again! And yes you guessed it still no answer.]
DH: It looks like we will have to wait and see what the after math is
as Zero Tolerance hangs in the balance and what happened between Alex
Martinez and Jason Keening last night! Chip and Fred back to you.
[We cut to ringside where Chip Lester and Fred Hoyle has made their
way to their seats at the broadcasting table.]
CL: Thanks Dean. As Dean just stated Zero Tolerance has seemed to
take a beating last night and perhaps left more questions then
answers. We can only hope tonight fairs better for the policy.
FH: Says who? It's apparent the rules that were sold to protect the
wrestlers aren't wanted. So why don't they loosen the rules and let
them get back to doing what they do best.
CL: Perhaps you could have an argument there Fred, but Zero Tolerance
is a current policy at this point. However this will be a debate we
will have to argue at another time. The ironman of ring announcing
... The Voice himself - Herk Douglas is headed to the ring.
FH: I bet he downed a few Red Bull's himself too.
[The camera is panned back as Dr. X steps into the ring, unzipping his
wrestling jacket and brushing it off his shoulders. The ring veteran
tosses it aside as he approaches the ropes, stretching out as the
announcer steps into the center of the ring.]
HD: This match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first wrestling
out of parts unknown. Weighing in at two-hundred and forty one
pounds.
DR.X !!!
CL: Dr. X is already in the ring for the next match, taking on the
returning star Caleb Foley... and this kid has already accomplished so
much in this sport! He's taken on the former World Champion and
received tutelage from Brian Young before disappearing a few months
back to deal with his own personal life.
FH: Right... after failing to win the title, getting stabbed in the
back by his buddy, it's taken this kid a few months to grow a set and
come back to work!
["Loyal to No-One" by The Dropkick Murphy's plays over the PA as the
arena goes completely crazy.]
CL: Well Fred what's your thoughts about this match?
FH: Doctor X is gonna take care of Foley and hopefully we never see
him again.
CL: I am gonna go out on a limb here and say we see a different side
of Caleb tonight ...
# I first meet this man at the Cammen street Tracks #
# In no shape for success headed nowhere to fast #
# He may have been someone once by the sound of his call #
# Now he answers to no one #
# NO-ONE AT ALL! #
# We all die alone, he shouted as he passed #
# With no sense of regret, see he never looked back #
# Though his pride was wounded, his ego was strong #
# Yea that was his Trouble and this is his Song #
# You said we die alone, in this case you were right #
# No friends by your side or family in sight #
# There'll be no talking your way out this time #
# So don't count the cash cause you leave it behind #
[A hooded man stands at the entrance just bouncing to the beat of the
music. His head is down so his face is completely covered. The man
lifts up his head to reveal that it is none other Caleb Foley and the
crowd has absolutely exploded now with cheers. Caleb pulls the hood
off his head and reveals a new hairstyle his reddish hair completely
slicked back and a full red beard with a black goatee. Caleb begins
to walk down the entrance when he stops, he bends down and pounds his
knuckles to the ground and his points up to the sky as a huge pyro
display goes off!!]
# His friends come and go like the seasons and tide #
# He can't keep a women they all realize #
# He loves them, leaves them, takes what he needs #
# He's loyal to no one, no one at all #
# You were brought up well still in spite of it all #
# You're touched by nothing, watch a man fall #
# Put a foot on his back to get a better view #
# Cause your loyal to No-one. NO-ONE BUT YOU! #
[CROWD POPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
CL: Listen to these fans get behind The Celtic Warrior. What a great
way to start night two.
FH: They are stupid just like you and will be crying when the bell
rings.
# You said we die alone, in this case you were right #
# No friends by your side or family in sight #
# There'll be no talking your way out this time #
# So don't count the cash cause you leave it behind #
# He was broken and tired wouldn't take a hand #
# Their kindness was simple but he couldn't understand #
# See it's hard to have faith in something so new #
# When your loyal to no one, NO-ONE BUT YOU! #
# You said we die alone, in this case you were right #
# No friends by your side or family in sight #
# There'll be no talking your way out this time #
# So don't count the cash cause you leave it behind #
# You said we die alone, in this case you were right #
# No friends by your side or family in sight #
[Foley continues to walk down to the ring as the fans are chanting his
name but seems not to really be interacting with them as much as his
once did. Foley is looking in the ring and he seems to mean business.]
Ring Announcer: FROM DUBLIN, IRELAND, STANDING 6 FOOT 1 AND WEIGHING
IN AT TWO HUNDRED AND TWENTY FIVE POUNDS, THIS IS
THE CELTIC CRIPPLER....
CALEB FOLEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!
[FACE POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
CL: Warm welcome for the returning hero tonight... Dr. X is just
staring a hole through his opponent, waiting for the youngster to
enter the ring...
Shattered Dreams
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Night Two
<<< DING DING >>>
[The good doctor cuts off both Foley and the fans when the young star
steps through the ropes... and into a running knee from the masked
veteran!]
FH: And here comes another beating for Caleb Foley!
CL: Knocked back to the outside, Foley staggers from the ring apron
and Dr. X steps out after him... and drops with a double axe handle
across the skull! Foley is down and Dr. X just yanks him to his
feet... and drops him to the concrete with a scoop slam!
FH: And Caleb Foley is definitely back, Chip... new look, new
attitude, same results! He should've just stayed home to eat his
Lucky Charms!
[Dr. X takes a moment to look out at the fans before reaching down and
hauling Foley to his feet again, walking him back to the ring and
rolling him beneath the bottom rope... but not before yanking his back
out and DRIVING an elbow across the throat!]
CL: And now Dr. X slides back in the ring, stalking Foley and jumping
for the double stomp right in the chest!
FH: A nice way to soften up the muscle for a big Heart Punch later in
the match, Lester... simple and effective, unlike Caleb Foley who only
seems to keep the "simple" part of the equation.
[Dr. X behind Foley, grabbing both arms and wrenching back with his
knee in the spine for a surfboard... Caleb cries out in pain as Dr. X
wrenches the hold, the referee down beside both men to ask about a
submission. Foley shakes his head!]
CL: X working over the chest, stretching those muscles out with a
surfboard. Foley showing his ring rust tonight, getting caught like
he was with that early knee... and then that body slam on the concrete
didn't do him any favors, either. I know I was hoping to see a new
side of Foley, but we haven't seen it so far.
FH: Dr. X is a veteran of this sport... a deep south brawler and
technician who studied under the like of the Funk Brothers, Mr.
Wrestling, and Dick Murdoch! He comes straight out of those glory
days, when men were men and wimps like Foley were stretched out for
daring to step foot in this sport!
[Foley's muscles strain against the hold and he slowly begins to inch
his back off the knee... he finally twists out, and Dr. X is forced to
break the hold before the youngster can reverse and cuts Foley off
with a knee to the gut!]
CL: Foley cut short with a knee... and Dr. X with a forearm to the
back! He slaps on a headlock and cranks it tight... but Foley with a
shot to the ribs! Another shot, and he forces Dr. X against the
ropes!
FH: Some smart wrestling from the kid, give him credit!
[Foley manages to shoot Dr. X off the ropes... he ducks low for a
backdrop, but Dr. X manages to put on the breaks and drop a double
axe-handle to the back of the neck! Dr. X forces Foley to the ropes
and does not hesitate to pound Foley on the chest with a hard forearm
blow. However, as soon as he does this, Foley jumps at Dr. X and
clubs him with a forearm shot of his own. Without fail, Dr. X returns
the favor but Foley is right there to give him another...]
CL: And we have a good old fashioned fist fight ... Foley and Dr. X
are tearing each other apart with their bare hands!!!
FH: X on Foley... Foley on X! It's a pier 6 brawl with these slap-
happy fools in the ring... and I can't believe Foley is looking to go
toe to toe with the X-ster!!!!
CL: "X-ster?" Are you seriously calling him the "X-ster?"
[The crowd is going crazy as The Good Old Doctor and The Celtic
Crippler are pounding away at each other with forearm shots.
Suddenly, Dr. X swings at Foley but Caleb ducks and dropkicks the back
of the head of Dr X which sends him face first into the turnbuckle!]
*HUGE FACE POP!!!!*
CL: Belly to back suplex and the veteran is down! Flat on his back,
and Foley is armed for bear tonight!!! He hits the ropes and THERE'S
THE SPRINGBOARD MOONSAULT!!!!! Cover...
One....
Two...
KICKOUT!!!!
FH: You can't keep a vet like Dr. X down with just a few little fancy
moves!
[Foley gets to his feet, and takes a few steps back... soaking in the
crowd response, he turns and takes measure of the rising Dr. X! He
charges.... ]
CL: Spear!!!! Dr. X nearly cut in half and Foley is quickly to his
feet... and he finishes the Irish Blessing!!! Hooks the leg!!!!
One!!!!
Two!!!!!
KICKOUT AGAIN!!!!
FH: Two big moves, and the Veteran is still ticking... the old
warhorse isn't going down, Chip! He's just not going to lie down for
some punk kid... not tonight, not ever!
[Foley puts his hands on his hips, confirming the two count with a
disappointed shake of his head... he rises and pulls the stunned X to
his feet, hooking the front chancery and taking him over with a snap
suplex! He points to the turnbuckles and again starts to climb,
ascending as Dr. X continues to lie near still.]
CL: Foley is clearly in control, laying out Dr. X and heading up
top... he takes a measure and here comes air Foley!
*Heel pop!*
FH: The X-ster moves!!!! The X-ster moves!!! Foley clutching his
head, taking one risk too many and paying the price as Dr. X now has
the chance to recover... and maybe to capitalize! Here, tonight, the
27-year veteran of the sport steps into the spotlight and cements his
legacy with the flesh and the blood of the upstart punk and resident
blood-faucet, Caleb Foley!
[Dr. X struggles to his feet, pulling himself up the ropes as Foley
climbs to his knees... he suddenly pushes against the ropes, and
shoots toward The Celtic Crippler with a huge running kneelift! The
crowd boos loudly, but X ignores them as he yanks Foley to his feet
and FIRES off with an undercut!]
CL: Dr. X firing those undercuts below the chin, huge lifters forcing
the Crippler back against the ropes... there's the whip, and Foley
sent flying! X catches and twists into a huge powerslam!!!!! GOOD
LORD!!!! He hooks the legs...
FH:: He's got him!
One....
Two....
Thr... Kickout!!!!
CL: Caleb Foley able to kick out of the big move, and Dr. X complains
about speed of the count... demanding the referee count faster as he
pulls himself and the dazed Crippler to a standing position! Front
chancery and he hauls the kid up.... Holding him....
FH: Steady as she goes, Bub! Steady as she goes! Dr. X letting the
blood flow down, allowing Foley to think about where he's going to
wind up!
[Dr. X keeps Foley up and steady for a long moment, really letting
people think about the impact of this move before he suddenly pops his
hips back and both men go crashing.... DOWN INTO THE MAT!!!]
CL: Big move from Dr. X!!! Fantastic show of strength, and the Dr.
administers the pin attempt on Caleb Foley once again...
One...
Two....
FH: Foot on the rope?!?!!! You have to be kidding me!
[The referee taps X on the shoulder, who rises to his feet with an arm
raised for the victory. The referee quickly dashes those dreams,
pointing to Foley's foot on the ropes and Mr. Wrestling stomps his
feet in livid fury! He begins to demand that there was a three count,
and the referee shakes his head in refusal... ]
CL: The Celtic Crippler able to get one leg across the bottom rope and
Dr. X isn't happy with that! He pulls Foley to a seated position...
and digs his fingers in the eyes!!!! Good lord, just gouging those
eyes and the referee is warning Dr. X to release the hold!
One...
Two...
Three....
FH: Foley should've stayed down, or better yet... he should've stayed
back in Dumb-land or wherever the heck he's from. Dr. X is going to
tear him apart now... loosening the tape around his wrist, and we've
seen this from him before!
*HUGE HEEL HEAT*
CL: He's choking Foley! He's choking the Celtic Crippler and the
referee is warning him again!!!!
[Dr. X yanks back, lifting Foley from his position and dragging him
across the ring as the referee counts!]
One...
Two...
Three....
Four...
FH: He releases the hold on four, getting every second of the choke in
there.... Tearing off the loose tape as he stares down at the Celtic
Crapper, looking for a sign of life that he can stomp out yet again!
He moves in and pulls Foley to his feet!
[What the masked man says to Foley goes unheard, but the audience
continues to boo as Dr. X admonishes his opponent and just
unceremoniously shoves him back into the corner! He hauls off and
SLAPS him across the face once... twice... three times!]
CL: Irish whip out of the corner, and Foley comes firing out... and
SMASHES into the opposite side!
FH: The Good Doctor is a wrestling machine, Chip! He hits the
ropes... and drops the elbow across the back of the neck! Up again...
and another elbow drop! He transitions over and supplies the front
chancery, just locking the kid face down into the mat... forcing him
to carry 241 pounds across the back of his shoulders! Forcing the kid
to fight for every last breath!
[Foley gets his knees beneath him and shoves up, pushing himself and
the Doctor up off the mat... the crowd begins to roar in support of
the kid, and the Celtic Crippler suddenly twists his body!!!]
CL: Foley breaks the hold and spins Dr. X back to the mat... and
snatches a front chancery of his own! Solid knee to the skull...
another... and another! And there's the Irish Flask... the bridging
arm triangle choke, yanking back on the neck and chin of Dr. X!
FH: There's no way he can maintain the hold long enough to force a
veteran like the "X-ster" to tap out!
[Fred is right, but the damage is done when Foley releases the hold
and rolls to his knees... taking a breath before he shoves the rising
Doctor to his own back and makes a cover!]
One...
Two....
KICKOUT!!!!
FH: Not a chance of getting him, but it was still a good move... it
forces the Doctor to expend energy while the kid gets some breath back
into his pale Irish lungs. But he's on his last legs now!
[Still in control, Caleb Foley picks Dr. X up and punches him right in
the gut, doubling him over in the process. With Dr. X doubled over,
Caleb Foley gets him and drills him with a vicious piledriver right in
the middle of the ring. Suddenly, Caleb Foley acts on impulse and
climbs up to the top turnbuckle......]
CL: What is Caleb Foley going to do now....OH MY LORD! DID YOU SEE
THE AERIAL HE GOT AS HE FLEW IN THE AIR WITH THAT FROG SPLASH! HE
NEARLY SMEARED DR. X ON THE MAT!
FH: I don't believe it... where did those big moves come from?!?!!!
CL: Caleb Foley catching his breath, crawling over to Dr. X and making
the cover....
One....
Two....
Thr... SHOULDER UP!!!
FH: I don't believe it! The X-ster with the shoulder up!!! Caleb
Foley is absolutely stunned... what does this kid have to do to put
the veteran away? This isn't over by a long shot and Foley just spent
his last breath...
[Foley gets to his feet, furious with the X-ster as he looks out
toward the crowd and soaks in the roaring response. He drops to one
knee in the corner, and motions for X to rise in the opposite
corner... the veteran struggles to his feet as the Celtic Crippler
takes his measure!]
CL: Foley is looking for another Irish Blessing... he's looking to cut
Dr. X in half with this move! X is up, and here comes Foley....
*HEEL POP!!!!*
FH: X with the sidestep!!! Foley right between the turnbuckles and he
just rams his shoulder into that ringpost!
CL: Big opportunity for Dr. X to regain some measure of control here!
[Dr. X takes a few steps and starts to pound his foot on the mat,
angling his foot a little oddly as he walks around Foley. As the kid
turns, holding his shoulder, the doctor rushes him and PLANTS a
facewash boot across the kids face!]
FH: Foley down like a sack of potatoes!
CL: Dr. X is limping a little oddly after that shot.... Taking some
measure once again and there's another kick to the side of Foley's
skull!!!! The referee is checking on the kid...
[As the referee checks Foley, Dr. X quickly kneels and begins to rub
his foot... jerking the boot a little before standing and walking
around Foley once again.]
CL: Is there something in his boot? What the hell... ?!?!!! There's
something in his boot!
FH: I don't see a thing, Chip! The X-ster is a paragon of virtue...
there's no way he's hiding something down his boot... that would be
unsportsmanlike!
CL: Caleb Foley clutching the side of his head, struggling to his get
to his feet... and here comes Dr. X!!!! Belly to back suplex, and
Foley is down on the mat again! Another cover...
One...
two...
Kickout!
FH: Foley is just acting on instincts right now. He probably thinks
he's still wrestling for the belt.
CL: Either way you cut it...Caleb Foley is still the fighting Irish!
[Dr. X yanks Foley to his feet once again, scoops him up and drives
him to the mat with a simple slam! Dr. X walks back to the ropes,
bounces off for very little momentum.... and drives a knee across the
skull, rolling to his feet.]
FH: Precision wrestling strike from X, driving the knee into the skull
and just whittling the youngster down to nothing! He knows it's all
over now... nothing left but the finale... nothing at all.
CL: Caleb forced up to his feet by the masked veteran, barely able to
stand! X hooks that arm up and over.... rearing back for the heart
punch! If he hits it, this is all over...
[Foley suddenly twists under X's exposing arm, twisting into a fireman
take-over.... and he quickly hooks the legs as his own body comes
twisting over, cinching a pin position!]
ONE....
two....
THREEE!!!!!!!
FH: I don't believe it! Foley wins?!?!!! Foley wins?!?!!!
CL: Caleb Foley with a modified takeover, into the rollup and Dr. X
seems absolutely stunned!
[Foley rolls to the corner as Dr. X kneels in the center of the ring,
hands on his head in shock as the referee calls for the bell... ]
*DING DING DING*
HD: Here is your winner... Caleb Foley!
*ROOOOOOOOOOARING POP!!!*
CL: Dr. X is livid... stomping his foot in that corner as Caleb Foley
rises to his feet. GOOD LORD!!!!
*STUNNED POP!!!*
FH: BOOT TO THE GROIN!!!!! Caleb Foley didn't see it coming, and Dr. X
caught him full on with a boot to the groin...
CL: I think he loaded his boot with that stomp! And the referee is
trying to put himself between X and Foley.... GOOD LORD!!!! Dr. X
grabs the referee.... HEART PUNCH ON THE REFEREE!!!!! HEART PUNCH ON
THE REFEREE!!!!
FH: With the force of that punch you better get a doctor out here
_NOW_!
[The crowd is booing loudly as Dr. X stands over both men. He
suddenly leans down, yanking Caleb Foley to his feet once again... the
man is barely able to stand, his legs buckling from the groin shot as
Dr. X hooks his arm once more. He rears back... ]
CL: HEART PUNCH ON FOLEY!!!!
FH: He might not be walking out of here the winner... hell, the Doctor
might not have a job after what he just pulled, but you can be damn
sure that the all the little Foley's a few generations from now will
be feeling the presence of the X-ster!
CL: And here comes security. Dr. X clearly broke Zero Tolerance and
what a way to get things going early on.
FH: EMT's coming out too.
CL: That poor PVW referee isn't moving.
FH: Foley isn't either. Just like good ol' times. Welcome back
kid... I guess you better start crying for daddy again.
CL: FRED!
FH: What?
CL: Folks I apologize. We have great respect for Foley Sr.
FH: Speak for yourself Lester.
CL: Drink another Red Bull Fred.
[PLOP ... Sound of a can opening in the head set.]
CL: While you down that let's return to the back where camera's are
standing by.
FH: What did Jason Keening stop pouting?
[We cut to the parking lot. We see a whie limousine pulling up and
coming to a stop. The driver's side door opens and a (curiously)
green-eyed latin woman in a chauffeur's outfit steps out, walks over
to the passenger's door and opens it for the occupant... none other
than Doc Holliday in full Old West gambler regalia. As Holliday steps
out of the limo, the chauffeur begins chattering in classic star
struck fan fashion.]
Chauffeur: It's been a pleasure Mr. Holliday. You know, we get a lot
of high calibre clients, but superstar of your claibre just isn't
someone I get to meet every day. If there's anything else I can...
Holliday: Tarnation! D' ya evah stop-
*SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECH!*
Holliday: What 'n d... SH[CENSORED]!!
Chauffeur: *screams*
[Holliday freezes for only a moment from the momentary surprize before
springing into action, grabbing the chauffeur as he dives back into
the limo, pulling her with him as a black Chevy Impala comes tearing
across the parking lot tires squeeling as it rams into the side of the
limousine with a crunch.]
Chauffeur: [screams again] I'm not being paid enough for this!
[The door to the Chevy, is kicked open, the driver slashing the airbag
with a claw like implement on his hand to get it to deflate faster so
he can exit; the black clad Xavier Feyr pulling himself out of the
limo, and now wielding a metal baseball bat which he proceeds to smash
the limousine windows in with it, prompting more screams from the
panicked chauffeur.]
*CRRRAAAASSSSHHHH*
Chauffeur: DAMNIT! THIS ISN'T HAPPENING!
[Security is quick on the scene though, grabbing Xavier and doing
their best to pull him away, but he quickly breaks free and takes
another swing at the limo, sending more glass flying. Security
quickly grabs him again, and pulls him back as Holliday leaps through
the busted out back window at Xavier, but he too is promptly
grabbed by security.]
Xavier Feyr: [to the security guards] Come on! Suspend me! I dare
you! Supend me! Ruin your big PPV! Come on! Let's see it!
HAHAHAHAHAAAAA!
[A little blood trickles down Holliday's brow, likely from the broken
glass shards as he struggles against security, glaring intently at
Xaiver who only sneers and laughs in return. Cut scene.]
CL: Has Xavier Feyr lost his mind?
FH: [choking on a mouth full of Red Bull, but trying to talk at the
same time.] Intimidation's a bitch Lester. It comes at a price and I
think Doc Holliday got the message loud and clear.
CL: Oh I think Holliday recieved the message alright. And I expect he
will return it later on tonight.
FH: You can bet Feyr is expecting as much.
[The Madison Square Garden's lights are dimmed, and a guitar strum
precedes the grooving, high-pitched bass line of Tool's "Schism." Fans
already begin to cheer in anticipation, knowing full well who is set
to make his entrance.]
HD: Introducing first ... From Chicago, Illinois... Standing at six
foot eleven, and weighing in at three hundred pounds...
[The silhouette of a man appears atop the ramp, and since it looks
exactly like the kind of silhouette a seven footer would have, the
crowd's cheers grow louder.]
Here is...
SINISTER!!!
[The Chi-Town Beast raises a fist, bathing in New York's warm welcome,
then makes his way down to the ring.]
CL: Heading into this particular match, Fred, we had questions about
the state of Sinister's knee.
FH: We did?
CL: You know Sinister's been having some problems with that left leg
of his for a long time, now. he was forced to take some time off after
Boiling Point to no avail, especially after Hersher von Donkerhardt
zoned in on the fragile limb last week. But as Big Daddy Sin makes his
way to the ring, it looks like his left knee is fine.
FH: Did the American Society of Acupuncturists buy you off, Chip?
CL: No. I'm just saying, even as he climbs into the ring, Sinister's
knee looks like it's good to go.
FH: Let Your hero work it over some more, and you'll change your tune
quick.
CL: But is Danny Daniels the kind of opponent that would capitalize on
that? I mean, it's not like he's the brightest bulb in Times Square,
you know?
FH: Do not underestimate the man, Chip! Maybe he doesn't even _need_
to touch Sinister's knee to win!
[The lights go down again, and someone steps from the back. It is...
a trumpeter? The trumpeter blasts a bombastic little fanfare on his
trumpet, and a banner unfurls from the top of the entranceway. It
reads: WELCOME YOUR SUPREME CHAMPION!!!!!!! And yes, it does have
seven exclamation points.]
CL: Speaking of ...
HD: His opponent ... From S...
???: I'll handle this.
[From the back, out steps... someone who isn't Danny Daniels. It's a
familiar face from TV, a blonde-haired man with a faux hawk and
wearing a headset/microphone combination. He continues speaking.]
VS: This is Vince, pitchman for outstanding products like the Shamwow
and the Chopper. You loved my nuts, and now you're going to love this
wrestler. He's not just a wrestler, not just a champion, he's the
Supreme Champion- you can't get any better than that. He's strong,
he's a technical wizard, he's quick- and he's sudden. He's teamed up
with the Germans, and you know they only team with the best. You
watch him wrestle, and you'll be going, "Wow- this guy's good." He's
certainly going to beat Sinister or Sinestro or Severous Snape or
whatever the other guy calls himself. Watching him wrestle will make
this Pay Per View better... it'll make your LIFE better.
VS: So, he hails from San Francisco, California. Weighing in at two
hundred and sixty five pounds. He's not just a Hero, he's Your Hero,
he's my Hero, he's everyone's hero. Here is the man, the myth, the
legend himself...
"YOUR HERO" DANNY DANIELS !!!
[Following the fanfare, "Afternoon Delight" by Starland Vocal Band
starts up. The fans give a loud heel pop for the obnoxious
introduction of the self-professed SUPREME Champion, "Your Hero" Danny
Daniels. Daniels bursts from behind the welcome banner, arms spread
to soak in all of the imaginary glory of his imaginary legions
of fans. The bulky young man with the straggly blond hair wears a red
sequined jacket with 'Your Hero' written on the back in black, red
trunks, and black boots. Around his waist is a belt with the words
SUPREME CHAMPION and an embossed picture of Daniels on the faceplate.
A pair of wrap around shades inhabit his clean-shaven face, as does a
big goofy smile representing his joy at being so exulted by his
devotees. The actual crowd boos. Danny pauses long enough to thank
Vince for his introduction before heading down to ringside.]
FH: Chip. ... Chip!
CL: ...
FH: You won't be able to call the match if your palm remains glued to
your face any longer.
CL: ... Every time you think he couldn't possibly be a bigger
doofus...
FH: What? Would you rather he sell himself short? He's Danny Daniels!
He fights like real men should fight, unlike Sinister and his fancy
Karate Kid kicks.
CL: But Shamwow Vince? Really?
FH: So Billy Mays wasn't available. Big deal.
CL: Billy Mays is. You know what? Never mind. Let's just get this
match started.
Shattered Dreams
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Night Two
<<< DING DING >>>
[The match is officially underway and. Wait, wait, wait. Danny Daniels
is asking the referee to pat down "Sinestro" again, to ensure he's not
concealing any foreign objects.]
CL: Oh, joy. Here we go.
FH: I think it's a good call, Chip. You can't put anything past a guy
who calls himself Sinister.
[Big Daddy Sin has nothing to hide, so he indulges the referee. Once
the pat down is complete, the match can officially be underway.
Wait, hold on, hold on. Daniels comes forth, insisting the boots be
double-checked.]
FH: He's right, you can slip all sorts of things down a boot, and the
ref can't feel it with a simple patting. Trust me on that one, boots
have a tough, leathery surface that is great for concealing stuff.
CL: I have no difficulty believing that.
[In spite of everything, Sinister is cooperative, if begrudgingly so.
He rolls his eyes as the referee carefully inspects one boot, then the
other. The task completed, he signals for the fight to begin. Finally,
the match is officially under-]
FH: Wait!
CL: What now!
FH: Your hero and mine is pointing out that there's a part of
Sinister's ring wear he did not fully inspect.
CL: Is he asking for a cavity search?
FH: Well, it is somewhere you can-
CL: Get real, Fred!
[This time, Sinister has enough, and he bolt forth, landing a punch
squarely on Danny Daniel's jaw, sending the Supreme Champion sprawling
on the mat. In an instant, Daniels pops back to his feet and loudly
complains about the use of a closed fist.]
CL: Can we start this match already?
[Sinister having been warned. the wrestlers can square off again. They
head for one another and.]
"__THWAAACK!__"
[Face pop!]
[Daniels is sent rolling to his knees by a vicious open handed slap,
the kind that can knock a few teeth loose. He woozily gets up, gently
cradling his jaw, complaining to the referee again.]
CL: Daniels is getting very annoying with these antics of his.
FH: It's what Zero Tolerance Policy calls for, isn't it?
CL: No it's not, Fred. Daniels is. perverting it.
[Finally, the two men are set to lock up again. But when Daniels
approaches.]
"__THRRAAAAPP!!!__"
[A spinning kick catches the Supreme Champion off guard, throwing him
through the ropes and out of the ring!]
[MSG Face pop!]
[Nearly instantly, Daniels pops to his feet, already complaining about
the kick's dubious legality to the time keeper. The time keeper points
towards the referee and, slightly disoriented, Daniels heads for the
ring in order to voice his complaint in the right official's ear.]
FH: And I bet he's right, too. Those Karate Kid kicks have got to be
illegal.
CL: They're not karate, Fred. That was a Jiu Jitsu spinning heel kick,
I believe.
FH: It's probably illegal. The only kicks anyone needs to know are
drop, kick and stomp. Sinister is nearly seven feet high. Why does he
need all of those girly kicks of his?
CL: Girly kicks?
[Unable to persuade the referee of his righteousness, Daniels suddenly
charges at Sinister instead, but the big man sees him coming.]
"__BRROOOMMM!__"
CL: Daniels ran into a Spinebuster!
[And now, Big daddy Sin lifts up his opponent. Daniels barely has
enough time to complain about his hair getting pulled before he's sent
flying through the air with a vertical suplex. And this time, when
Daniels struggles to his feet, it's only to tell the referee Sinister
illegally hoisted him up by his tights. The matter will not be
investigated further, however, sinister comes charging in like a
freight train and nearly beheads Daniels with massive lariat!]
"__TSHACK!__"
[The Supreme champion spins three sixty degrees in the air and.]
"__BRAOOMMMM!!!__"
CL: I'm thinking that Daniels should stop complaining and start
wrestling at this point.
FH: And Sinister should start cleaning up his act before he gets
disqualified.
CL: He's not even _close_ to doing anything illegal, Fred!
[Like a drunkard tripping down the steps of his local tavern, a
disoriented Danny Daniels bumbles about in a daze, until he regains
his balance by grabbing the ropes. But Big Daddy Sin is charging in
again, sending the Supreme Champion sprawling out of the ring again
with a clothesline!]
[Face pop!]
FH: Right there, Chip! That was illegal!
CL: What?
FH: Danny Daniels was holding on to the ropes, meaning he was off
limits. Sinister just snuck in another illegal strike. According to
Zero Tolerance Policy, he should be disqualified!
CL: I think you might be pushing it a little.
FH: Hey! I dislike Zero Tolerance Policy as much as the next guy,
Chip. But if you're going to enforce it, at least make sure the
referees don't cherry pick which rules they want to enforce, when they
want to enforce them, and against whom they'll do it. That's all I'm
saying.
[Sinister steps over the ropes and drops down to ringside in search of
Danny Daniels. Once found, Big Daddy Sin grabs his adversary and lifts
him up, aiming to roll him back into the ring.]
"__SSSOOOOOOOPPP!__"
[Heel pop!]
FH: The great equalizer!
CL: Another low blow? I can't believe this. Danny Daniels keeps
complaining about all kinds of imagined slights, and then he pulls off
a low blow?
FH: This isn't the same thing at all. The referee couldn't see the
blow because the ring apron blocked his view. As you know, Chip, it's
not illegal if the referee can't see it.
[Daniels clobbers his opponent with a series of blows to the head and
upper neck, then firmly grabs him by the arm, and whips him forcefully
at the outside ring steps.]
"__CLAANNG!__"
[Sinister takes the full brunt of the blow on his left knee, and he's
sent sprawling to the floor in agony, clutching at his joint. The
Supreme Champion shortly looms over him, stomping at his head, gut and
leg before rolling Big Daddy Sin up to the apron. He positions him
carefully, then whips his leg with force, so that the Chi-town Beast's
knee unmercifully connects with the ring post. Daniels takes a
moment to roll in and break the referee's count, and while Sinister's
head hangs over the apron, Danny descends upon him with a sickening
elbow drop to the exposed throat.]
[Heel pop!]
CL: Back in the ring, Daniels is still on the offensive, mostly
targeting Sinister's lower neck and knee alternatively. This time,
with a powerslam and a few more strikes to his opponent's injured
knee.
DD: Just goes to show how smart a wrestler Your Hero is, Chip. He'll
zone in on Sinestro's knee to reduce the big man's mobility and
maintain his advantage, but he also has the end in sight. He needs to
soften up the upper back, neck and head areas to maximize the
efficiency of any of his finishers.
CL: Maybe you're on to something. Tough as he is, no one would be
likely to beat Sinister without softening him up first.
[Daniels whips Sinister into the turnbuckles. The Supreme Champion
charges in and knees Sinister in the gut. And when Big Daddy Sin
stumbles out, clutching his midsection, Daniels runs the ropes and
rebounds with a running kneelift to the fan favorite's temple!]
CL: Daniels with a pin attempt...
ONE.....
TWO....
CL: Sinister kicks out with authority!
[Face pop!]
[Undeterred, Daniels brings his opponent to his feet, and throws a
punch. Then, Sinister answers with one of his own. Daniels responds
with another punch, and all he gets for his troubles is a fist to the
face. The Supreme Champion winds up and decks Sinister right on the
jaw... but it seems to have no effect, and Big Daddy Sin throws an
elbow strike that sends Daniels spinning on his feet!]
[Comeback pop!]
CL: Sinister sizing Daniels up, going for the kill I think...
FH: But Daniels punches first!
CL: Punches? That was an eye poke!
[As Sinister clutches his eye, Daniels kicks him in the gut, then
takes him down with a killer lariat. And it doesn't take long before
the Supreme Champion give the referee another earful, pointing out
that Sinister had been punching with closed fists. While the referee
defends his rightful point of view, the Chi-town Beast has a chance to
recuperate. He slowly gets back to his feet, but unfortunately,
Daniels had been waiting for him.]
FH: And again, Daniels shows us why he's the Supreme Champion, Chip.
He has the instincts to catch his opponent as he's off balance, and
look at that vertical suplex.
CL: Takes a great deal of strength to pull off a move like that on a
three hundred pounder.
FH: It's no wonder he single handedly defeated sixty four of the
world's best to become Supreme Champion. And we're not even talking
about the impressive string of title defenses yet. Are... Are you
rolling your eyes, Chip?
CL: No... just... one of my contact lenses got loose.
[Daniels lands a well targeted leg drop. Then, he locks Sinister's
head between his legs with a standing headscissors, lifts up his
opponent by the gut and...]
!!!~BROOOOMMM~!!!
FH: Piledriver!
[HEEL POP!]
CL: And Danny Daniels is not done yet.
[Following a quick knee drop, Daniels hops up to the second turnbuckle
and leaps off, landing a devastating elbow drop! After briefly
berating the match official, the Supreme Champion lifts up the Chi-
town Beast's left leg and viciously stomps at the limb's articulation.
It's raining kicks to the knee, inner thigh and... ]
[HUGE HEEL POP!]
CL: That was _another_ low blow!
FH: That was a kick to the inner thigh. Perfectly legal.
CL: No it wasn't, and the referee agrees. Look at the pain on
Sinister's face. That had to be a low blow!
FH: Inner thigh, Chip. Trust the man who actually knows how to wrestle
on this one.
CL: The referee's pushing Daniels off, and he's warning him again.
FH: Meanwhile, I imagine that Our Hero is righteously pointing out
all of the dirty tactics Sinister has been using.
[It's a debate Daniels is forced to abandon. He kicks Sinister
squarely on the temple, then heads for the ring corner again. He hops
up to the second rope and sizes up his adversary. Then he thinks
better of it, and struggles to ascend up top. He clumsily makes it,
miming airplane wings with his arms to almost maintain a shaky
balance.]
FH: DON'T DO IT, DANNY!
[But it's too late. The New York fans are absolutely delighted to see
Daniels crashing down to a face full of canvas with a spectacular
belly flop as Sinister rolls to the side!]
CL: OUCH! Daniels botched this one so badly, I can't even tell what he
was going for!
FH: It's a disaster!
[Sinister shakes off the cobwebs, and if he stumbles at first, it's
not before his step is brisk and steady, heading right for Daniels.]
CL: Big Daddy Sin isn't going to waste any time, Fred. He's going
straight to the offensive.
[Sinister vigorously stomps on Daniels and drops a knee on his
shoulder before grabbing him and lifting him up. He grasps the Supreme
Champion's head with both hands and brains him with a powerful
headbutt. Daniels would've have fallen, except Sinister isn't letting
go of his grip, and he headbutts his victim again, and then a third
time before picking him up, and slamming him to the mat with an
authoritative powerslam!]
"__BBBRAAMMM!!!__"
CL: Sinister's not stepping off the gas, here. Landing strike after
strike while Daniels is on the mat!
[Again, Daniels is lifted up in Sinister's arms, only to have his
shoulder come crashing down on top of the Chi-town Beast's bent knee
in a shoulder breaker. While it does take a toll on Sinister's knee,
he maintains his grip, shakes off the pain while Daniels remains in
his arms, and brings him back down with a crushing back breaker drop.
From there, Sinister keeps his foe balanced on his right knee, right
hand at Daniel's head, left hand pushing down on the knee.]
FH: It's way too early to even hope for a submission, Chip, especially
from Danny Daniels!
CL: Maybe so, but I think the aim here is to dish out as much pain as
possible without damaging his own knee in the process.
FH: HEY! He's choking Daniels! Sinestro's up to his dirty tricks
again.
CL: What? That's a nerve hold, Fred, not a choke!
FH: Look, Daniels is begging the ref to put a stop to this illegal
choke hold!
CL: It's not illegal, it's a nerve-
FH: It's a choke! And the referee agrees! Ha! He's forcing Sinister to
break his illegal choke.
CL: Fred, if Daniels had been choking, he would not have been able to
voice a complaint!
FH: We're talking about the Supreme Champion. He could sing "Die
Zauberflote" while being choked.
[True to our broadcast journalists' words, the referee, seemingly
swayed by Danny Daniels constant whining, has forced Sinister to break
his hold. Being released does not save Daniels any pain, however.
Sinister bludgeons him numerous times with elbow and forearm strikes,
then he whips him into the ropes. When Daniels rebounds back,
Big Daddy Sin catches him in his arms, spins around and...]
"__BRAOOMMMM!!!__"
CL: Spinning Spinebuster! That'll take a toll on Daniels for sure.
Sinister hooks the leg and...
ONE~! ...
TWO~!! ...
TH-
[Kick out!]
FH: And your Hero kicks out, Chip!
[Again, Sinister stomps on his target, lifts him up, and throws him
into the ropes again. When Daniels is on the return trip, the Chi-Town
Beast bends over for a Back Body Drop, but with a surprising amount of
agility, Daniels rolls off his back, hooks Sinister by the thigh and
hopes to catch the big man off guard with a sneaky Inside Cradle pin
attempt!]
ONE~! ...
TWO~!! ...
[KICK OUT POP]
CL: Wasn't close, Fred, but it was a nice try.
FH: Smart too. How many matches have been decided by such an
opportunistic surprise pin?
CL: A lot, but not this one.
[Not stunned enough to lose his advantage, Sinister quickly assumes
control of the match again, punching Daniel's in the gut then kneeing
him on the temple. From there, Sinister hoists Daniels so his victim's
back rests on top of his shoulders. Bid Daddy Sin takes a short
running start then flips forward, slamming Daniel's front first into
the mat.]
"~_SSLLAAMMM!!!_~"
[Sinister drops a few elbows to Daniel's shoulder, and a knee to his
arm, then solidly locks in a Wakigatame Armbar. The Supreme Champion
is trapped, and by the expression of agony stamped on his face, he's
also in terrible pain. ... But not enough pain that he can't scream
about being put in an illegal hold.]
CL: What is Daniels screaming about? An armbar is a completely legal
move. FH: It happened so fast I'm not absolutely sure, but it looks
like Sinister's biting at Danny Daniel's hands when he pulls back on
his arm bar.
CL: What? Are we watching the same match?
FH: Ooh! There he goes again, see? Sinister just had a nibble. That's
illegal, Chip.
CL: Sinister did not bite.
FH: He did, and by the looks of it, the referee does not care at all.
CL: He doesn't care because it didn't happen.
FH: It's the real problem, you see. Zero Tolerance wouldn't be a bad
thing at all if the same rules were enforced for everyone.
CL: Did you take psychotropics?
FH: Like the Suriname Ripper?
CL: Wh... Who?
[The Supreme Champion screams about something being banned in over
twenty States, but when Sinister pulls back again, exerting even more
pressure, Daniel's shrieks become incoherent and tormented wails of
pain. Now, Danny just tries fling wildly in a desperate attempt to
escape the throes of his current predicament. Miraculously,
his frenziedly swinging foot does hook itself in the bottom rope, and
after a short count, Sinister must relinquish possession of Daniel's
arm and break the hold.]
[Disappointed pop!]
FH: Like a true Supreme Champion, our Hero escapes, Chip!
CL: Oh yes. Very heroic. It would make Ralph Hinkley proud.
FH: Nobody gets your dated references, Chip.
[Daniel's state of affliction is not over yet. Sinister strikes him
multiple times before whipping him forcefully into the ring corner.
And before he can bounce out from the impact, Big Daddy Sin charges
into him with an elbow smash!]
"__VRROMM!!!__"
[Daniels is slumped into the turnbuckles, and the fans cheer in
anticipation. With his own brand of Muay Thai kicks, Sinister strikes
at both of Daniel's knees and, still standing on his left leg, he
kicks his victim in the gut!]
"_THACK!_"
"_THACK!_"
"_THOCK!_"
[It's the Chamber Kick of Agony Pop!]
"__THWAAACK!__"
[Solidly brained right on the forehead, Daniels can only stumble three
steps forward before face flopping on the mat. While the move did
force Sinister to massage his knee to assuage a bit of the ensuing
pain, he does manage to go for a cover without too much delay.]
ONE~! ...
TWO~!! ...
TH-
[Shoulder up!]
CL: Sinister barely lost a fraction of a second before making the
cover, but it was a fraction too many as Daniels raises a shoulder.
FH: Serves him right for underestimating Danny Daniel's toughness.
[Sinister lifts up his opponent, then hooks his arm around his own
shoulders, grabs his tights, and heaves up for a vertical suplex...
but Daniels somehow blocks it!]
[Heel pop!]
CL: And a kick to Sinister's knee!
[BIGGER HEEL POP!]
FH: Daniels rightly pointing out that Sinister grabbed his tights just
then. That was and still is an illegal move.
CL: But if he keeps whining about it like this, he'll completely waste
the advantage he had given himself.
FH: Do not underestimate the Supreme Champion's where-with-all.
[Sinister rose again, but Daniels caught him just in time with a kick
to the gut, then applies a quick front face lock, pulling Sinister to
the mat with a Small Package!]
ONE~! ...
T-~-
[Kickout!]
[Daniels gets up first, jumps over a rising Sinister, applying a
wastelock in the process and...]
CL: Sunset flip, now...
ONE~! ...
TWO~! ...
TH-~-
[Kick out pop!]
Undeterred, Daniels quickly hops up to the second turnbuckle and hops
off as Sinister was still on hands and knees. In the air, the Supreme
Champion wraps an arm around the Chi-Town Beats' leg and the other
around his neck, flipping Sinister on his back with the flying
momentum in another pin attempt.]
CL: Second Rope Side Cradle!
ONE~! ...
TWO~! ...
THREE???
[NO! KICKOUT POP!]
FH: You've got to take it to the next level, Danny!
[As if listening to Fred's wise counsel, Daniels ascends the
turnbuckles again, reaching the second turnbuckle... and then the
third.]
FH: Not that level, Danny! You know you can't do those!
CL: With an opponent of Sinister's size, I assume he figures he has to
to think just as big.
[It's too late for the Supreme Champion. Sinister caught up to him,
and picks him off from the top rope like a ripe fruit. He raises him
sky high in a military press while walking back to the middle of the
ring in an impressive show of strength. The Madison Square Garden fans
cheer, anxiously awaiting Daniel's imminent nine and a half foot fall.
And here it comes...]
"~_BAAALLLAAAMMM!!!_~"
[Daniels bounces off the canvas, spasms of pain shaking his whole
body. And when he's done flopping like a fish out of water, Sinister
brains him with a falling headbutt. Nearly in the same movement, Big
Daddy Sin rises again, pulling up Daniels with him. He hooks his
opponent's arms and brings him down head first into the mat
with a picture perfect T-Bone DDT.]
CL: And Sinister goes for the cover...
ONE~!
...
TWO~!!
...
...
THR-~ NO!!
FH: "Your Hero" bravely gets a shoulder up again, Chip!
CL: He does, but he's still in big trouble.
[Sinister lands a kneedrop on a supine Daniels, then lifts him back up
to his feet, hooks an arm and drop him down in a falling arm breaker!]
"_BBBRAAMMM!!!_"
[And nearly instantly, Daniels finds himself propped back up anew,
this time, trapped in an inverted front face lock, his back painfully
resting on Sinister's knee. Inhaling deeply, Big Daddy Sin raises a
hand, and the New York fans come alive again in cheers as their
recognize the set-up to the Demon's Palm.]
FH: Oh no!
CL: Things going from bad to worse for Daniels...
[Then, as he's about to thrust his right palm into Daniel's sternum,
the Supreme Champion uses his free hand to poke his tormentor in the
eyes!]
[HEEL POP!]
[Daniels is still trapped in the inverted face lock, but the counter
enabled him to slide off of Sinister's knee. The Supreme Champion
wraps his left arm around the Chi-Town Beast's neck and pulls him
forward, then gets the big man in a fireman's carry, while still on
his knees. Using all the strength he can muster, Daniels gets
to his feet, Sinister still on his shoulders, then throws himself
back, executing a timely Samoan Drop!]
CL: I can't believe Daniels pulled this one off!
FH: He's the Supreme Champion for a reason, Chip. Always remember
that!
[Daniels seems shaky and disoriented, but not enough that he can't
find Sinister in a prone position and rudely stomp him into the mat.
For good measure, he adds in a few strikes to Sinister's weakened left
knee. He grabs his opponent's leg, bends it sideways behind his
victim's own leg and applies a standing figure four leg lock!
From his standing position, Daniels can lean into the hold at will to
exert additional pressure.]
[Heel pop!]
FH: Daniels isn't one of those submission experts...
CL: Like Sinister, you mean?
FH: Maybe... but "Your Hero" still knows enough to deal out some
serious damage.
CL: I can see that. And with the documented fragile state of his knee,
Fred, you have to imagine that Sinister's in a great deal of pain at
the moment.
FH: He's gonna tap in a matter of moments, Chip.
[In spite of Fred's words, if Sinister seems to be in extreme pain,
possibly on the verge of passing out, he does not appear willing to
tap out. Noticing both of Sinister's shoulders are on the mat, Daniels
berates the referee about not counting the pinfall. And thus, the
official drops to the mat and starts slapping some canvas...]
ONE~!
...
TWO~!!
...
[Shoulder up!]
[Face Pop!]
[Sinister muscles a shoulder up, but he's still caught in the Standing
Figure Four, and as the hold saps some of his energy, both of his
shoulders fall to the mat again, prompting another count.]
ONE~!
...
TWO~!!
...
...
THR-~
CL: Sinister gets his shoulder up again!
FH: Ah, but look in how much pain he is. If he remains trapped in the
hold like this, his knee will need surgery instead of acupuncture!
CL: A dreadful possibility, Fred. But Sinister's not giving up!
FH: Well he should! He can't keep his shoulder up forever, if he
doesn't tap, he'll get pinned instead. It's just a matter of time,
Chip.
CL: And here's another count...
ONE~!
...
TWO~!!
...
...
THREE-??
NO!
[Sinister kicks out in a big way, pushing out of the pin attempt with
such force that it actually catapults Daniels across the ring,
crashing into the ring post!]
"!!_THUDD_!!"
[MONSTER FACE POP!]
CL: What strength! What resiliency!
FH: What a travesty!
[Sinister slowly hobbles up, then limps over to the unconscious
Daniels and clubs him on the back of the neck. He pulls out Daniels
from the turnbuckles, and, applying a belly to back waistlock, he
heaves him up so he straddles the top turnbuckle, facing the fans.
Sinister climbs behind his foe, then, on the second turnbuckle, he
applies an inverted face lock. He deeply inspires, mustering his
strength, then lifts Daniels up and over in a belly to back...]
CL: SUPERPLEX!!!
"~_KUH-DRAOMMM!!!_~"
[GIANT POP!]
FH: Are they dead?
CL: Any normal man would be, but... Sinister's moving, crawling over
to Daniels!
FH: OK. At this point, I'd like to remind everyone that the Supreme
Championship is _NOT_ on the line, alright?
CL: There's a surprise. I wonder when was the last time he defended
this title of his...
FH: Last week, I believe. But you need to qualify for a title shot, an
honor that only the world's very finest can hope to earn, I'm told.
Are you rolling your eyes again?
[An inch at a time, Sinister drags his body up and over his opponent,
then collapses when he has him covered. The referee drops to the mat
and...]
ONE~!
...
TWO~!!
...
...
THREE~!!!
[TURBO-POP!]
FH: Wait! WAIT! Daniel's foot was on the bottom rope!
[Turbo-crowd-deflation!]
CL: Yeah. I saw it too. Can't say for sure that Daniels did it on
purpose, though.
FH: Of course he did! He'd never let the match end like this! Not when
his Supreme Championship is on the line!
CL: I thought you said it wasn't...
FH: Nonsense. On a PPV like Shattered Dreams? It pretty much has to
be.
[Both men slowly rise, but the match has taken quite a toll at this
point, and their movements are sluggish. This time, Sinister is the
fastest, and he manages to get a standing clinch hold on a groggy
Daniels...]
FH: Uh-Oh... I smell more of that Karate Kid stuff...
CL: I smell it too, and so do the Madison Square Garden fans.
[Sinister hits Daniel's ribcage with a quick succession of left, then
right, then left knee again, and another right. Knowing fans recognize
the Five Knees of Lamentation in progress, yet... before Sinister can
kick Daniel's one last time, his left knee buckles again... shades of
last week.]
[Deflated pop!]
FH: HA! Sinister's knee is so busted, he can't do his fancy Karate Kid
kicks anymore. And if he doesn't have those anymore, what does he have
left, huh? What does he have left?
CL: A varied and exhaustive repertoire of submission maneuvers.
FH: Oh yeah...
[Sinister gets back to his feet, shakes off the pain while still
maintaining the standing clinch, and finally completes his belated
Knees of Lamentation with a right kneelift to Danny's forehead!]
[FACE POP!]
FH: Too bad the Supreme Championship is not on the line, huh?
CL: You just said it was moments ago!
FH: You must have misheard. I was saying that it's a shame such a
prestigious title isn't defended on a pay-per-view event like this
one.
[Sinister clutches his opponent, and hooks both of Daniel's arms
behind his back, then raises him high in the air in a prolonged
elevated double chickenwing. The longer Daniels remains aloft and
wailing, the more impressive Sinister's show of strength becomes,
until, finally, he arcs back, hurling Daniels crashing at the mat
with a suplex!]
"_Fur-LLAAAAMMM!!!_"
[This one has Daniels flopping about on the mat, feeling the pain in
his arms and back both. Eventually, he gets back to his feet, walking
straight into Sinister's waiting arms, who lift him all the way up
again in another powerful gorilla press. Overhead, Daniels is begging,
pleading for mercy... Then he turns to the referee, making some claim
as to the illegal nature of the maneuver in progress. It wasn't the
wisest move Daniels could do.]
"~_BAAALLLAAAMMM!!!_~"
CL: Daniels slammed to the mat. And Sinister runs the ropes...
FH: Watch out, Danny!
CL: _MASSIVE_ clothesline!
[That one sends Danny Daniels spinning three sixty degrees in the air
before he crashes to the mat, perhaps more! The Madison Square Garden
erupts in renewed cheers as, completely dazed, Daniels rolls out of
the ring. Outside, he tries to regain his wits and composure,
massaging his back with one hand, gently rubbing his throat with the
other. That is... until he stumbles around a ring corner, walking
right into Sinister's Clenched fist!]
"__THWAAACK!__"
[Sinister grabs Daniels in a bearhug, then rams his back into the ring
post, then a second time into the ring apron. That done, he pushes
Daniels back into the ring. Sinister heaves himself up to the apron by
the ropes, then steps back into the ring over the three cables as
Daniels tries to escape by crawling away on his hands and knees... But
Sinister catches him. He lifts him up by the hair, winds up and...]
*_HUGE HEEL POP_*
CL: An _EYE POKE_! Followed by a tackle at the knees! Come on!
FH: It's only fair, Chip. In the last few moments, Sinister has used
closed fists, the ring post, and hair pulls.
CL: Yeah but...
FH: Exactly. When your favorites do it, it's OK. But when my favorites
try to get the upper hand, suddenly it's not OK anymore?
[Daniels headbutts his opponent, then lets himself bounce off the
ropes to kneelift a rising Sinister in the face! Again, Daniels hoists
up his opponent and lifts him up atop his shoulder. He takes a step,
and another, then throws himself forth to powerslam Big Daddy Sin as
hard as he can!]
"_~SSLLLAAAM~_!!!"
[The Supreme Champion is already up on the second turnbuckle, leaping
off with a grandiose diving elbow drop! And it lands squarely on
Sinister's jaw!!]
[HEEL POP!]
[... And now is the moment Danny Daniels choses to log in his
multiples protests in regards to Sinister's dubious offense. The
referee is quickly losing patience, trying to look impartial while
also trying to discourage Daniels' current strategy. When the Madison
Square Garden fans' discontent grow loud enough, the Supreme Champion
turns to them... and honors them with a "Supreme" pose.]
CL: Ugh. Spare us.
FH: Maybe Daniels should be pinning Sinister right now. But is a
victory truly a victory if it's not achieved with enough style?
[Daniels flexes and boos rain down as Sinister slowly pushes himself
back onto all fours.]
CL: The fans are not in the slightest impressed, Fred.
FH: What do these idiots know? Danny Daniels is the Supreme Champion
of not just PVW .... But the WORLD Chip.
[Daniels goes into a shadow boxing stance and tosses a few hooks and
uppercuts just toying with Sinister as he slowly gets to his feet. He
drills the Chi-Town monster with a swift right... He wings again with
hard left. He swings again with a right ....]
*** ROARING POPPAGE!!! ***
CL: SINISTER CAUGHT IT!
[The look on Daniels face tells it all as Sinister squeezes his big
paw around the fist of the Supreme Champion. Daniels begin screaming -
THIS ISN'T RIGHT ... NOOOO THIS IS AGAINST ZERO TOLERANCE!!!]
CL: No Daniels it isn't, and the fans love seeing you in pain.
FH: You can't talk to Daniels like that, Chip!
CL: Ever heard of the boy that cried wolf? Somebody should shut this
big mouth up. Zero Tolerance is a policy in place to help us all not
to be treated as a joke.
[Daniels yanks Daniels in and wraps those 2x4 arms around him and
_big_ twisting belly-to-belly ...]
"___THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"
CL: Sinister hooking a leg!
ONE~!
...
TWO~!!
...
...
THR ---
*** DISAPPOINTING POP ***
FH: Thank goodness ... Daniels managed to get a shoulder up!
CL: Sinister is up and he hits the ropes and puts his full body weight
down on that propped up leg returning the favor!
FH: He is going to shred Daniels leg!
CL: You didn't care when Daniels was taking advantage of Sinister's
injury.
FH: That's different, Chip!
CL: Don't look now, but the big man is putting on a figure four leg
lock!!! HE IS PUTTING HIS OWN LEG THROUGH HELL TO MAKE DANIELS SCREAM!
[... And scream he does - Sometime a high pitched howling, then
sobbing, girlish shrieks moments later, followed by deep, rumbling
squeals. Daniels is desperately trying to battle his way out while
singing a disturbing acappella opera of woe. Yet, to his credit, he's
not tapping out. Not yet anyways.]
CL: Can he handle much more of this?
FH: Daniels is tougher than you think, Chip!
CL: No, Fred. I'm wondering how long Sinister can withstand Daniels'
tortured wails.
FH: Don't say things like that about the Supreme Champion!
[Then, with a mighty burst of energy, Danny Daniels manages to flip
the figure four over, putting the pressure on Sinister's knee
instead!]
[HEEL POPPAGE!!]
FH: YES! YES!!
CL: BUT SINISTER FLIPS IT OVER AGAIN!
FH: NO!! NOOOO!!!
*** TURNOVER POP!!! ***
[Once again, Daniels is trapped and wailing, in so much pain he can't
even lodge yet another grief against his opponent.]
CL: Looks like there's no way out for Daniels!
FH: Again, Supreme Championship not on the line. NOT ON THE LINE!
CL: Daniels is about to tap... raises his hand and...
FH: HE GRABS THE ROPE!!
*** DISAPPOINTMENT POP! ***
[By turning the figure four over so many times, the pair ended up with
the ropes within Daniels' reach. As soon as he noticed, he wasn't
about to waste his only remaining ticket out of Painsville.
However, Painsville must have many suburbs. The moment Daniels
groggily gets back to his feet, Siniter greets him with a knee to
the gut, setting up a neckbreaker!]
"_THUDD!_"
"__THRAAPP!__"
CL: And Big Daddy Sin still isn't done!
[Sinister lifts Daniels up like a rag doll, and breaks the man's shin
on his own knee with a shin breaker. And even before the Supreme
Champion can hop away the pain, the Chi-Town Beast grabs his wrist and
pulls, whipping full force him into the cables. Daniels reels off the
ropes ... Big Daddy Sin catches in mid air and twists.]
"___KAAAATHUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"
*** BREAK HIS MOTHER F'N BACK POP!!! ***
CL: Sinister just implanted Daniels into the ring with that
spinebuster! Now he's leaping to his feet.
FH: More like limping.
CL: This has been a grueling battle. Both men have been put through
hell. And it's all boiled down to this.
[Danny Daniels crawling to the ropes. A look of pain and pure torture
sits across his face. He uses the bottom rope to make it to the
middle rope. Then the top ropes and he turns just in time to _EAT_ a
charging mafia kick!]
*** SWALLOW THOSE TEETH POP!!! ***
CL: DANIELS FACE PLANTS INTO THE MAT. SINISTER DROPS DOWN HOOKS A
LEG!
...
ONE~! ...
...
TWO~!!! ...
...
...
THREE~???
...
FH: DANIELS KICKED OUT! He is super human! I told you, Chip. You just
can't pin the Supreme Champion. It's _impossible_!
CL: The Supreme Champion is trying to push himself up... Sinister off
the ropes and... legdrop right _THROUGH_ the neck of Daniels, shoving
his face into the mat.
[Sinister is on his feet and he is calling for his Chi-town Massacre.]
CL: If he hits this it's over.
FH: He can't do this to the Supreme Champion. This just isn't right, I
tell ya!
[Sinister begins to pull Daniels up ... Daniels reaches up and yanks
the eyes out of desperation blinding the Chi-Town beast again.]
FH: I told ya!
CL: Talking about breaking Zero Tolerance...
[The referee is right there in Daniels ear, but the self proclaimed
Supreme Champion ignores him. He uses the ropes to slingshot him with
a clothesline and down goes Sinister. Daniels stumbles around trying
to shake the cobwebs. He turns around and drops a knee into Sinister's
skull.]
CL: Daniels used that face rake to gain the upper hand. He grabs the
bald skull of Sinister and backs him up with a big European uppercut
backing him up. He grabs the Chi-Town Beast and whips him across with
a big irish whip. Sinister bounces out and gutwrench...
"___THUUUUUUUD___"
FH: SIDEWALK SLAM! Daniels hooks a leg and this baby is over.
...
ONE~! ...
...
TWO~!! ...
...
...
THR -~-
*** KICK OUT POP!!! ***
CL: Not this time! Big Daddy Sin is far from over. And look at
Daniels' face, Fred.
FH: The true look of a warrior, Chip. A spartan warrior!
[If Spartan warriors had that look, then "300" had it all wrong. But
then again, many were of that opinion to begin with. Daniels pulls
Sinister up and drives the blunt end of his elbow on the back of Big
Daddy Sin's cranium. He lifts that elbow up and drives it down again
and again. Sinister fighting for his life and staying of his feet
while Daniels locks on a sleeper hold looking to finally put away the
big man!]
FH: He's going to sap out whatever energy Sinister has left!
CL: Not looking good for Sinister. He seems to be slowly waning, the
sleeper hold working it's magic.
[The Madison Square Garden is on it's feet, screaming for Sinister to
keep fighting and beat the hold. But Danny Daniel's sleeper hold is as
effective as it can be. The big man slowly crumples down into
unconsciousness, and the referee lifts his arm... And letting go,
Sinister's limb limply drops down.]
ONE~!
[The official raises Sinister's arm once more. He loosens his grip
and... down it goes again!]
TWO~!!
...
FH: This is it, Chip! THIS IS IT!
CL: Don't get ahead of yourself Fred!
[Once more, the referee grabs Sinister's limp arm, pulls it up... And
it falls like an inanimate object... ]
FH: And another successful Supreme Championship Title defense!
[... until Sinister powers it back to life at the very last moment!]
FH: WHAT?
CL: SINISTER STILL IN THIS! AND HE'S POWERING HIMSELF UP!
*** HEROIC REVIVAL POP!! ***
[The Chicago native muscles his way to his feet, still carrying Danny
Daniels on his back, maintaining his sleeper hold. Sinister stumbles
around, then crashes back first into the turnbuckles!]
"_THUUUD_!"
[Yet, somehow, Daniels is still stuck to Sinister's back, not letting
go of his grip in spite of the blow. Which is probably why Big Daddy
Sin resiliently powers his out of the ring corner, only to crush
Daniels into it again!]
"__THUUUUD__!!"
[Both men are close to passing out due to the blow, yet somehow,
Daniels still maintains the sleeper hold, glued to his opponent like a
leech. And Sinister is growing weaker by the second. Still carrying
his heroic burden, Sinister takes a few steps outwards, then thrusts
himself Daniels first into the corner with all the force and vigor he
can muster!]
"___THUUUUUUUD___!!!"
CL: I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!
FH: That's how true wrestlers do it, Chip. It's the SUPREME WAY!
CL: How is Daniels able to maintain this sleeper hold is beyond me!
FH: It's all over now, Chip! No way out for Sinister, and he's fallen
back on his knees, completely drained out!
[It's not looking good for Sinister. For all intents and purposes, he
has finally passed out. It's potentially just a formality at this
point, but the referee still has a job to do. He raises Sinister's
completely unresponsive arm and lets gravity do it's constant work...]
...
ONE~!
...
CL: He put up a great fight, though. Nobody will ever be able to say
Sinister went down easy.
FH: But everybody will say that the Supreme Champion beat him in the
middle of Madison Square Garden!
[Sinister's arm is raised anew, then dropped... and it flaccidly falls
again.]
...
TWO~!!
...
FH: AND THERE YOU HAVE IT!
CL: An anticlimactic end to one heck of a fight...
[The referee raises the Chi-Town Beast's slackened arm one final
time... ]
FH: I cannot wait to see Spectre annihilate Johnny Detson in a rebirth
rules match. It'll be a bloodbath!
CL: No doubt about that, but...
[When Sinister's seemingly languid arm falls for the final time, he
stiffly swings it up and back with an elbow to Daniels' gut!]
CL: ... UNBELIEVABLE!!
*** COMEBACK POPPAGE!!! ***
FH: NO!
[With his left arm, Sinister reaches back and hooks Daniels' thigh,
then lifts him up to his shoulders in a fireman's carry and... ]
"__Kuh-THHUUUDDD__"
CL: DEATH VALLEY DRIVER!!!
[MEGA-POP!]
FH: NO! NOO!! This match was over!
CL: I thought so too, but it's not over yet, Fred. It's not over, not
by a long shot!
FH: It SHOULD be over!
[It's painful and slow going, but Sinister manages to get back to his
feet. Again, he signals for the Chi-Town Massacre, and the fans go
wild! He head scissors his opponent...
FH: He can't do this!
CL: Could it be the Chi-Town Massacre?
[Sinister lifts Daniels up until he precariously sits on the big man's
shoulders, as if for a powerbomb...]
FH: HE CAN'T DO THIS!!!
[And Big Daddy Sin swings the Supreme Champion down, catching Daniels'
head between his knees so his head collides full force with the mat!]
"___~KuhBRRAAAAMMM~!!!___"
CL: IT IS!
FH: No! _No!_ NOOO!!!!
*** THIS MATCH IS OVER POP!! ***
CL: All Sinister has to do now is cover Daniels and it's all over!
FH: THAT MOVE SHOULD BE BANNED, CHIP! IT SHOULD BE BANNED!
CL: It certainly is devastating, there's not doubt about that. But...
Why isn't Sinister moving?
[It's probably the lasting effects of Daniels' sleeper hold, but
looking at the ring right now, you'd think both men had to withstand a
Chi-Town Massacre. Sinister has been completely drained of all energy,
hitting his finisher using up every last calorie. And this leaves the
referee no other alternative. He has to count the competitors out.]
ONE~!
...
TWO~!
...
CL: After all these men have been through...
...
THREE~!
...
CL: Can this really end in a double knock out?
...
FOUR~!
...
FH: Take that much punishment and try to get up afterwards, Chip. Go
ahead, try!
...
FIVE~!
...
CL: I get that Fred, I do. But a draw... it's not what you look for,
no matter how evenly matched two opponents are.
...
SIX~!
...
FH: But I'll tell you this much. Daniels can't lose his Supreme
Championship in a double knockout.
...
SEVEN~!
...
CL: No one believes the Supreme Championship is real, Fred!
FH: [GASP!] How _dare_ you say such a thing!
...
EIGHT~!
...
[In the ring, Sinister begins to stir... ]
*** HE'S ALIVE POP! ***
...
FH: I understand getting the Supreme Title related paperwork out of
Brazil is proving to be quite a hassle...
CL: No kidding. Wait... Wait...
...
[He definitely doesn't have the juice needed to get back to his feet -
or even to his knees - but Sinister does manage to roll over and drape
an arm across Danny Daniels' chest.]
CL: It's a cover!
FH: Just remember... this is a non-title match!
...
ONE~!
...
TWO~!!
...
....
THREE???
...
FH: YES! DANIELS GETS A SHOULDER UP!!
CL: YOU'VE GOT TO BE KIDDING!
FH: HE TRULY _IS_ SUPREME!
CL: That might've been the weakest, most feeble raised shoulder of all
time, Fred!
FH: But it still breaks the count, Chip! It still breaks the count!
CL: I can't believe my eyes!
FH: That's how you know you're a Supreme Champion, Chip. You kick out
of a Chi-Town Massacre!
CL: Yeah, well... if you add it all up, Daniels was completely out for
a solid, slow count of ten before he even showed a sign of life!
FH: But when it counts, who's shoulder is up?
[Much like the New-York fans, Sinister can't believe it. But he
doesn't give up. No matter how difficult, he gets Daniels in another
standing head scissors, and signals for a second Chi-Town Massacre!]
*** OVERKILL POPPAGE!! ***
FH: No!! Not again! NOT AGAIN!
[Overtaxed, Sinister still manages to pull up Daniels to his shoulders
again and... ]
[HEEL POP!!]
CL: THUMB TO THE EYE!
FH: Yes!
[And now Daniels strikes and strikes with some closed fists, pummeling
Sinister's bald skull... and Big Daddy Sin crashes to the mat hard!]
"___THUUUUUUUD___"
[Seemingly driven by instinct, Daniels hops up to the second rope and,
in an instant, is already leaping off... ]
FH: TOODLES~!! YES!!!
CL: Disgusting!
FH: What?
CL: Daniels whines non-stop about real or imagined ZTP infractions,
and then he goes and gets his way with eye pokes and low blows!
[Both men are out cold, and the referee has to start another count.]
FH: Suck it up, Chip. You've got to learn how to lose gracefully, just
like your buddy Sinister!
...
ONE~!
...
CL: But he hasn't lost... Is it just me or did that Daniels headbutt
knock both men out?
...
TWO~!
...
FH: Not at all. Daniels is just playing possum.
...
THREE~!
...
CL: Playing possum instead of covering his opponent for the pin?
...
FOUR~!
...
FH: Now that you mention it...
...
FIVE~!
...
[But Daniels is showing signs of life...]
...
SIX~!
...
[And the Supreme Champion, completely exhausted, manages to roll onto
his supine opponent for the cover!]
FH: There it is, Chip! That's it!
...
ONE~!
...
...
TWO~!!
...
...
...
THREE???
...
...
CL: SIN KICKS OUT!
*** INSANE AWESOME KICK-OUT POPPAGE!!! ***
FH: GAHH!!
CL: INCREDIBLE!!
FH: MY PACEMAKER ISN'T WORKING!
CL: You don't have a pacemaker.
FH: Which explains why it ISN'T WORKING!
[He might only be semi-conscious at best, but Daniels is still quite
clearly absolutely incredulous. Instinctively, he complains about an
illegal kick-out. Still, feeling victory is close, Daniels hoists
Sinister up and rams him into the turnbuckles!]
"_SLUUUUUUUD_!"
[Then he props him up on the turnbuckles...]
CL: I think he's going for the Heroplex, Fred!
FH: He is! HE IS!
CL: But Wait!
*** REVERSAL POPPAGE!! ***
"_~_FFLLAAAMMM_~_"
CL: SINISTER PUSHED HIM OFF!!
FH: OH NO!
[And Sinister leaps off from the second turnbuckle, and lands an elbow
drop to Daniels' inner thigh!]
"~_~KATHUUDDD!!!~_~"
[From the immeasurable pain, Daniels bolts up from the mat like a
rocket, clutching his crotch like he's just been neutered!]
FH: LOW BLOW!
CL: No way, Chip. Not even close!
[Fighting tears, Daniels screams at the referee about a low blow, but
the official isn't buying what Daniels is selling, having not missed a
beat. THAT DOES IT, he screams before rolling out of the ring,
Sinister hot on his tail despite being slowed down by a visible limp.]
CL: What's going on here?
FH: A blatant low blow, Chip! That's what took place, and the
referee's doing NOTHING about it.
CL: Because it was not a low blow at all!
FH: It was, and it appears Daniels will have to seek justice by other
means!
[Daniels shoves off the time keeper from off his chair, sending him
sprawling at ringside, and grabs the steal chair, folding it in the
process.]
[HEEL POPPAGE!]
[Now armed, Daniels turns... coming face to face with Sinister who had
been following him!]
[FACE POP!]
CL: Sinister is not looking happy...
FH: He's about to get as taste of steel. Of course he's not happy!
[Daniels swings... and SINISTER CATCHES THE CHAIR!!]
*** THE HEEL'S GONNA GET IT NOW-POPPAGE! ***
[Daniels pleads for mercy... shakes his head and begs... Then...]
"~THACK!~"
FH: HE KICKS IN SINESTRO'S KNEE!
*** CHEAPSHOT POPPAGE ***
"_SOOCKK!_"
CL: THEN KNEES SIN WHERE THE SUN DON'T SHINE!!
*** CHEAPERSHOT POPPAGE!!! ***
"°~_KALLLLAAAANNNGGG!_~°"
CL: CHAIRSHOT!
FH: CAVES IN SINISTER'S UGLY HEAD!
[Sinister crumples down to the floor like dead weight as Daniels
stares at him, a crazed look in his eye, still brandishing the dented
steel chair. Over his shoulder, the referee agitatedly waves for the
bell!]
CL: Daniels is getting disqualified!
<<< DING! DING! DING! >>>
[Wide-eyed, Daniels looks around in complete incomprehension and utter
disbelief. And when he finally realizes the referee has disqualified
him, things get _truly_ ugly.]
DD: NO!!
"°~_WHAKK!_~°"
[Screaming, Daniels whacks Sinister's knee with the chair. Then, he
turns his weapon sideways, and drives the edge down THROUGH Big Daddy
Sin's knee!]
"°~_THOCK!_~°"
DD: YOU DID THIS!
"°~_THAKK!_~°"
DD: YOU DID THIS TO ME!!
CL: The man has SNAPPED!
FH: Can you blame him?
CL: YES!
"~°~_THHAAACCKK!!!_~°~"
[Again, Daniels drives down the steel chair's side down on Sin's knee,
possibly _pulverizing_ the seven footer's kneecap! Desperately
clutching his knee, Sinister leaves his head unprotected, and it
becomes too tempting a target for the raving Daniels!]
"__~~__KKKLLHHOOONNGGG!!!__~~__"
*** IMMENSE BEATDOWN HEAT POP!! ***
[Jason Keening's security force is starting to surround Daniels, now,
trying to prevent any more damage. But the disheveled Danny Daniels is
armed and dangerous -- his left eye seems to twitch! -- and no one
dares approach too suddenly.]
DD: HE DID THIS!
...
CL: I've never seen Danny Daniels in this state of mind before, Fred!
FH: Playtime's over, that's clear enough!
[Like rodeo workers trying to heard an enraged bull back to its stall,
the security team guides a screaming mad Daniels away and back up the
ramp.]
CL: This one did not turn out the way it should have!
FH: Well, the Supreme Championship remains safely around Danny's
waist, that's the important part.
CL: Really? But Daniels pretty much snapped here! Have you not
noticed? He blatantly broke Zero Tolerance Policy, and the
consequences could be severe.
FH: I said it before, Sinister is just as guilty; closed fists, low
blows, hair pulls, Sinister did them all, Chip! He doesn't seem
worried about ZTP!
CL: He's UNCONSCIOUS! Besides, there's a HUGE difference between using
closed fists and a STEEL CHAIR!
FH: Danny Daniels isn't the only one who might have done a thing or
two that wasn't entirely legit. An infraction is an infraction.
CL: And consequences are consequences. And I suspect Daniels will have
to face some pretty big ones.
FH: And if he does, I say the other guilty roster members, like
Sinister, should face the consequences as well.
CL: Things have been getting a-bit out of hand here at Shattered
Dreams and we aren't even half way done with night two yet. The
higher up's will have some tough decisions to make.
FH: It's a boycott against Zero Tolerance. You can only cage the
animals for so long. Eventually they get a-bit wild eyed and miss the
wild.
[Darkness.]
Revolver Ocelot: Hold it right there, traitor. Let's find out just how
lucky you are.
CL: What's this?
FH: You are suppose to be ontop of things tonight Chip.
CL: There isn't anything in the notes or script about this.
[The Tron lights up as spliced footage from Metal Gear Solid 3 plays
on the screen.]
(Ocelot reveals a bullet for his revolver. He loads the bullet)
Ocelot: Watch closely. (takes out three revolvers)
Ocelot: One of these three guns has a single bullet in it. I'm going
to pull the trigger six times in a row. Are you ready?
(Ocelot juggles the three guns. Each time he pulls a trigger, Sokolov
winces. The fifth time a trigger is pulled, Sokolov pisses his pants)
Ocelot: Looks like your luck hasn't run out yet.
(The sixth time, the gun fires and the screen shatters into a million
pieces as a haunting voice rings over the speakers and words appear on
the screen...)
V/O: "Somethin' like a Phenomenon..."
+ARIZONA
ASSASSIN+
#If you're like us, calling all riders,
Roll up beside us, no place to hide us
All freedom fighters, let's unite us,
Switch on your nitrous, and..let's..go #
[As "Phenomenon" by Thousand Foot Krutch" blares through the speakers,
a young man steps out onto the stage. He is dressed in black track
pants and a black t-shirt with a red and blue Superman "S" logo with
"AT" inbetween the logo, and "That's when I reach for my Revolver!"
written on the back. Parts of the crowd instantly recognize who he is
and cheer this man on walks across the stage riling up the crowd.]
#Destination, for navigation,
Man up ya stations, feel the sensation,
Surround invasion, with communication,
Move quick, we might, avoid contamination#
[He walks down the ramp, slapping hands and high fiving people. He
stops halfway down the ramp and lowes his head.]
#Down, here comes the sound,
Everyone pound, your feet, to this phenomenon,
Now, let's make it loud,
Let's show 'em all how, you move to this phenomenon#
[He throws his arms and head back and the stage behind him explodes in
flames. He smiles that infectious smirk and slides into the ring.]
#Roll! Open you soul, maybe lose control, inside of this phenomenon,
Just, let yourself go, and let everyone know, you move to this
phenomenon#
[He climbs up onto one of the turnbuckles, making a gun with his left
hand. He 'cocks' and 'fires' the gun, before jumping down and asking
for a mic as the music dies out.]
Man: My name...
Small pockets of the PVW Crowd: AD-RI-AN! AD-RI-AN!
[He smiles at that.]
Man: My name... is Adrian Tanner Jr.
Small pockets of the PVW Crowd: AD-RI-AN! AD-RI-AN!
CL: Adrian Tanner ... He has made some head way's in smaller
promotions around the globe.
FH: Like _any_ of them matter when it comes to PVW.
Adrian: I'm not gonna come out here and bullshit you. I'm not out here
to do the cliched "newcomer enters federation bit." I'm not here to
tell you all I'm the greatest thing in the history of everything ever.
Even if it might be true.
FH: Well thank god for that.
[Adrian smirks, a calm, cocky-yet-not-completely-arrogant smirk that
says "Maybe I am, maybe I'm not.".]
Adrian: But I AM going to say that I am VERY good at what I do.
Small pockets of the PVW Crowd: AD-RI-AN! AD-RI-AN!
FH: I think three or four fans in the crowd know's who he is.
CL: Would you stop it Fred and let the guy speak!
Adrian: As I see some of you already know. Heh. Now, I know most
people in the back are gonna gimme the ol' "I dunno who you are so you
MUST be some new kid rookie" shtick, and yknow what? That's fine.
Won't be the first time. Won't be the last time. But I just wanted to
let all the boys in the back know, I didn't come to PVW to be "just
another guy" on the roster. Uh-uh, ain't how I roll.
FH: Right now I would kill for Spectre's music to go off.
CL: He is in action later on tonight, but if you would just shut up
and let the guy speak ...
FH: [grumbles] fine ...
Adrian: I've watched a PVW show here and there, but being the busy man
I am, I'm afraid to say I haven't seen much. What I HAVE seen are two
things in particular. 1) Hell of a talent base, maybe one of the best
in the world.
FH: Maybe?
CL: We can agree on that. There is no maybe's about that.
[The crowd cheers and a small PVW chant starts up.]
Adrian: Yeah yeah.
[Adrian grins at his own cheap pop.]
Adrian: But the 2nd thing I noticed recently, and how I ever missed it
I don't know. Phoenix Valley Wrestling. Phoenix. Valley. Wrestling. I
had originally thought that to just be a fancy title, an interesting
name to seperate this place from the rest. Like Hardkore World, or
Notorious Wrestling. And I guess it IS that... But it's something
else, isn't it?
FH: Where is he going with this?
CL: Shh ...
Adrian: This fed was born and raised in the great city of Phoenix,
Arizona. HOW that escaped ME?! I have no clue. But lemme tell you a
little something about me....
I am ARIZONA BORN AND BRED!
[The crowd cheers PVW's roots and dueling PVW/AD-RI-AN chants start
up. Adrian grins.]
Adrian: My NAME is Adrian Tanner Jr, PVW. They call me the ARIZONA
ASSASSIN, because I am VERY good at what I do in this ring! I thought
I was the Pride of Arizona, but now I see I've got competition for
that title. Heh.
FH: Thank god we grew out of Phoenix ...
CL: We are very proud of our heritage and it's nice to see someone
reminding us all how far we have come.
Adrian: S'okay, if there's anything I relish the most, it's
competition. You people, you can call me Adrian. The guys in the back,
well, I'm sure they'll be calling me PLENTY of names soon enough, most
of them probably won't be good.
FH: I am already brain storming them ...
[Adrian smiles that smirk again.]
Adrian: But soon enough, EVERYONE is going to be calling me....
The Phoenix Valley Phenomenon.
CL: It looks like Tommy Ryder has some competition!
FH: After last night I don't think it really matters.
[Adrian drops the mic as "Phenomenon" by Thousand Foot Krutch kicks in
again. Adrian climbs the turnbuckle and poses for the fans before
heading to the back.]
CL: It appears Adrain Tanner has just set his mark in PVW and made his
mission clear. He wants to come home as you will to a Phoenix born
promotion and set his mark ... However there is a locker room full of
superstars that will be waiting to bring him back down to earth.
FH: And bring him down to earth they will. As you stated this is PVW
and there is no maybe's about it ...
CL: I expect that's exactly why he is here Fred.
FH: What is next on that old script of yours?
[Shuffling noises of paper can be heard.]
CL: Here we go, ladies and gentlemen, get ready for a war. The hatred
between these two men has been building for months now, and it all
comes to a head here! Hold onto your seats, folks, this is going to be
one HELL of a ride!
[The twangy guitar of Beck's "Farewell Ride" begins to strum its way
over the PA causing the crowd to leap from it's collective seat in
excitement.]
HD: "Introducing at this time...
[HUGE POP!!! The large figure of a man adorn in a trench coat
encompasses the entrance... across the back is a sewn on confederation
flat. Atop the figure's head is a plain black cowboy hat. The figure
of the beast turns to reveal... The Athens Georgia Madman. The East
Coast Terror. Ron Houston.]
... accompanied by ... RON HOUSTON...
[A second figure emerges. This one adorn in black leather pants that
mesh into a black spandex top that reads the words "No Worries" across
the front in gold cursive. He brushes his long brown hair back out of
his face and runs a hand through his trademark brown beard. His lips
are pursed underneath... his intensity not lacking.]
... he stands in at _SEVEN FEET ONE INCH_... AND WEIGHS THREE HUNDRED
AND _SIXTY_ POUNDS...
[HA-YUGE POP!!!]
... he is coming to us by way of Detroit, Michigan...
[The massive wrestling legend slowly sways down the aisle, each step
filled with a purpose as Houston follows closely behind. The large
figure leaps up on to the ring and steps _over_ the top ropes... his
arms raised above his head. A little less chiseled than before. A
little more worn. But the same look. The same determination. The same
presence.]
... "NNOOOO WWWWOORRRIIEESSSS" ... RROOOOBBBBB
MMMMMAAAGGGGGNNNNNNUUUUUMMMMMMMMMM
[As Magnum awaits his opponent, the lights go out. The fans wait for
Dark Soul's music, but nothing seems to blare on the PA system. After
ten or so seconds, Candy Malone appears at the ring entrance. The
blonde bombshell is no more. Her hair has been dyed brown and the long
locks have been cut shorter. The body is still very much there.
Dressed in a white blouse and black pants, the blouse generously
giving those in the arena and at home a reason to put a book over
their laps, Ms. Malone walks toward the ring with a confident stride.
Magnum is caught by a camera looking almost perplexed by this
development. Ms. Malone enters the ring and takes the microphone.]
Ms. Malone: "I know, you all expected Dark Soul. The WWO vs. UEW bit,
right? Well, unfortunately, I have to be the bearer of just awful
news. Dark Soul has retired.."
[The crowd looks around, not quite believing this. Magnum looks even
more confused than the fans.]
Ms. Malone: "Yep, ol' Soul woke up this morning and decided that his
last match was it. It was time to move on."
CL: Wow, we weren't told a thing about this.
FH: Wow is right. I knew he was scared to get in the ring with Magnum,
I just didn't know he would run off with his tail between his legs.
Ms. Malone: "But it's not fair to you Magnum as he have gotten all
greased up and whatnot to not have a match. And it's not fair to the
fans who wouldn't mind seeing you taken down to size either. So, I
found you an opponent. He's not a stranger to you by any means. So,
with all due respect to Herk, I'll go ahead and introduce your
opponent, Magnum. Weighing in at 255 pounds and hailing from Amherst,
Virginia...he is the former WWO World Heavyweight Champion...he is the
master of the Werner Contraption...ladies and gentlemen,
CHRIS WERNER!!!!"
[With that, "Karma" by Diffuser begins to blare over the PA system as
Chris Werner, the real name of the man who wrestled as Dark Soul for
the last 12 years (minus a few retirements) steps out as pyros
explode.]
FH: Dammit, it was a tease. And Candy knows something about teasing.
CL: Behave. Dark Soul might be retired, but the man who wrestled under
that name isn't. Werner with a new look heading to the ring.
# Started from the end #
# The worst is the best thing that I ever knew #
# Moses is my friend #
# Since I'm playing second fiddle in duet #
# I'm paying what I am regretting #
# Sometimes you get what you want #
# Sometimes you get what you need, but you're always gonna get what
you deserve #
# It's all about what you want #
# If you can get what you need #
#You're always gonna get what... #
[Indeed, Werner has altered not just his name and song, but his look.
Gone is the long brown hair, cut very short. Gone is the almost grunge
looking wrestling attire. In its place, Werner wears long wrestling
pants. They are black except for the sides, which are green with
Werner's name trailing down in black. He comes to the ring without a
rock band's t-shirt, but with no shirt. The only thing that has seemed
to last through this transition is the black elbow pads and black tape
around his wrists. Ms. Malone exits the ring as Werner closes in on
it. He climbs the steps, regarding Magnum with a stare, until he
climbs up the turnbuckle and raises his hand high in the hair. Hitting
his chest a few times, he jumps into the ring.]
CL: Can you feel the tension here, Fred?
FH: Are you kidding me? How could I not? You could cut it with a
weedwhacker!
[The two men continue to stare at each other, Rob Magnum is getting
more and more angered, his teeth clenching, fists closed, while Chris
Werner remains in his seemingly calm demeanor. Rob Magnum is so
infuriated with Chris Werner, all the things that he has done, all
leading up to this point, that he is actually physically shaking.]
FH: Jesus, look at Rob Magnum! He's shaking like a leaf!
CL: That's not terror, Fred, that's anger, he's reaching a boiling
point, and he's about to explode!
Shattered Dreams
___________ ____ ________________________________________
___ __ \_ | / /_ | / /
__ /_/ /_ | / /__ | /| / / One on One Match
_ ____/__ |/ / __ |/ |/ / Rob Magnum v. Chris Werner
/_/ _____/ ____/|____________________________________________
Night Two
<<< DING DING >>>
CL: The sound of the bell and look at Rob Magnum. He is ready to get
this match going!
FH: Of course he is. He was the one who came down and called out Dark
Soul ... Err I mean this Kurt Warner guy.
CL: Chris Werner.
FH: Yeah whatever.
[Rob Magnum stares at Chris Werner for a few more tense moments, then
lets out a scream, a battle cry, and charges at Chris Werner, meeting
him in the middle of the ring as they begin to frantically trade
blows, throwing rights at each other like crazy.]
HUGE CROWD POP!!!!!!!
[The fists become faster and less coordinated until the two are just
blindly flying with a flurry of blows, Chris Werner jumps up in the
air and takes Rob Magnum down on the ground, punching him in the face
and slamming his head into the mat!]
CL: Standing Lou Thesz press by Chris Werner! This isn't a wrestling
match, this is simply an all out fight!
[Chris Werner continues to pound on Rob Magnum, but then "No Worries"
throws Chris Werner off and climbs on top of him, throwing rapid fists
of his own, putting both hands around his throat and choking him with
all of his force, Chris Werner kicks and writhes on the mat as the
referee makes the count for Rob Magnum to break the hold. Rob Magnum
breaks on four and a half, and pulls Chris Werner to his feet,
whipping him off the ropes, ducking down for a back body drop. But
Chris Werner leapfrogs over him and comes off the other ropes, leaping
in the air and catching him with a bulldog, slamming his face into the
mat. Chris Werner runs over to the corner and leaps onto the top rope.
As soon as Rob Magnum gets on his feet, Chris Werner leaps off, flying
through the air and connecting dead on with a flying back elbow to Rob
Magnum's skull...]
CL: Chris Werner is pumped!!! Look at him go, I haven't seen this much
fire in him in a long, long time!
FH: He's wasting time, he should go for the cover.
[Chris Werner quickly assumes another perch on the top rope and awaits
for his rival to reach his feet once again, he leaps off and lands on
Rob Magnum's shoulders for a hurricanrana, but "No Worries" uses him
momentum to dump him on the outside apron in a powerbomb-like drop,
Chris Werner's head hits the apron and he crumples to the outside,
laying on the floor in a fetal position.]
HOLY SH*T POP!!!!!!!!!
CL: OH MY GOD!!!! Chris Werner could have a broken neck!!!!
FH: Serves him right! He went to the well one too many times!
[Rob Magnum steps over the ropes and pulls Chris Werner up, slamming
his head into the apron once again. When the ref isn't looking, Chris
Werner rears his leg back, catching Rob Magnum with a low blow, "No
Worries" grabs his groin and hits the ground while Chris Werner
regains his bearings.]
FH: Cheap shot! Disqualify him!!!
CL: Screw that! I say good for him! Rob Magnum would have done the
same thing!!
[Chris Werner slides back in the ring and is standing in the ring as
Rob Magnum is trying to walk off that low kick he received a few
moments ago. No Worries slides back underneath the bottom ropes and
dropped and Chris Werner was waiting for him and drives an elbow drop
towards Rob Magnum's chest, only to have No Worries rapidly seize it
in his grasp. "No Worries" shoved the Chris Werner down onto his back
and locked both legs atop his chest, straddling that arm he wrenched
up on it in a Cross-Arm Breaker. Chris Werner struggled wildly,
kicking his legs up until he found purchase to roll over onto his
knees. With Rob Magnum still clinging to his arm, Chris Werner flipped
over him into a jackknife pin. Rob Magnum kicks out before a one count
as both men get back to vertical base just staring at one another...]
CL: Both these men are legends in this sport.
FH: That's tossing around the term legends pretty loosely Lester.
CL: I don't know in their primes they were considered two of the
sports best.
[As the two wrestlers go to tie up, Chris Werner goes for the early
advantage, ducking down and grabbing at the legs. He pushes Rob Magnum
up off the mat and slams him down hard and goes to work on the right
leg, holding it vertical and kicking at it as Magnum tries to turn
away and roll toward the ropes. While holding the leg still, Chris
Werner ducks his head and does a flip, wrenching the leg toward "No
Worries". He loses grip of the leg after completing the flip, but the
damage is done as Magnum grabs frantically at the leg and rolls toward
the ropes.]
FH: Well... [huffs] ... so much for this one being technical.
[Chris Werner walking over towards Rob Magnum as No Worries threw
himself over and mounting the smaller wrestler. Rob Magnum beginning
to fire back into the hated Chris Werner, punching at him wildly
before grabbing onto his head and standing up, dragging the smaller
man with him. Magnum grabbed onto Chris Werner's wrist and flung him
toward a corner in an Irish whip, only to have the smaller man leap
into the air to give himself some added momentum, and reverse the
throw. Rob's back hit the buckles hard, and Werner charged in after
him. Before Chris Werner could capitalize though, Rob Magnum had
slipped out of the way, and let him hit the ropes chest first. As soon
as Chris Werner turned around, one of No Worries' big hands slapped
hard against his chest, with a resounding flesh on flesh noise that
echoed through the arena. Another of those brutal knife-edged chops
was quickly chased by another and yet another, leaving Chris Werner
draped against the ropes in agony. Rob Magnum grabbed his head and
easily flipped him onto his bottom in a snap mare.]
CL: My goodness you can feel those chops all the way over here, Fred.
FH: Kind of reminds me of that one time when this hot red named
Jessica.... [he trailed off]
[With a grin on his face, Rob Magnum shoved a knee roughly into Chris
Werner's back, and slammed his knuckles into both sides, before
grabbing the arms that shot back instinctively to stretch his opponent
in a Surfboard. The hold was quickly nullified though, as Chris Werner
fought his way up to his feet. He grabbed onto Rob Magnum's wrists
from the hold, and twisted around, ducking under and behind him, and
after a switch of his grasp, he had a Tomikaze lined up perfectly.
Magnum's head was caught near Werner's buttocks, while his arms were
locked up behind his back in a reverse double underhook. Chris Werner
leaped up into the air, before kicking his legs out and dropping the
Tomikaze, to plant No Worries's forehead into the canvas. With Rob
Magnum downed, Chris Werner went to work.]
CL: Wow! Chris Werner in command here... wait, what's he doin?
FH: Oooo, bad mistake, should have gone for the cover there.
[Chris Werner went over toward the ropes, and hopped easily over the
top and out onto the ring apron. Rob Magnum was too much of a veteran
to stay down for long though, and he stumbled up to his feet and
staggered forward. Just as he got to the ropes though, Chris Werner
dropped low and rammed a shoulder into his stomach, doubling him over.
Chris Werner pulled back on the top strand and launched himself
inward, tumbling over Rob Magnum's back before landing on his feet and
running to the far ropes. He rebounded off of them, and met up with
Magnum in time to pound both feet into his right knee in a seated
dropkick. Magnum was sent tumbling through the ropes and to the floor
below.]
CL: And this one has just spilled outside the ring again!
FH: No complaints here ... Look there is a chair ... How about the
ring bell ... Go ahead hurt one another!
CL: It looks like Fred is in favor of both men destroying each other.
[As Rob Magnum, stunned, floundered on the pads below, Chris Werner
looked over the ropes to check on his position, then went into action.
He ran across the ring and bounced off of the opposing ropes before
charging back toward the ones Magnum was just climbing to his feet
beyond. With breathtaking grace, the lunchadore cleared the top rope
and
turned forward into a somersault before his back crashed into No
Worries, sending both men spilling to the floor below.]
CL: What a move!
[Shaking his head rapidly after his suicidal attack, Chris Werner
climbed dizzily up to his feet. He pulled the larger man up to his
feet and grabbed a fistful of his hair and onto the back of his
tights, before running him toward the nearest set of ring steps.
Suddenly though, Rob Magnum dropped low, twisting away from Chris
Werner and entrapping his legs in a drop toehold that sent Chris
Werner's head crashing into the top of the steps with a loud clang.]
Crowd: Oooooooo!
["No Worries" snarled and wasn't satisfied with that sound. He began
pounding his dazed opponent's head into the metal of the steps
repeatedly, each time that same clanging ringing out. After four
shots, he threw Chris Werner's arm over his shoulder and locked his
own over his smaller foes, and lurched backwards violently. He drove
the back of his opponent's head down into the padded floor in a Side
Russian Legsweep before climbing up to his feet and staring
disdainfully at the fallen man.]
CL: Good God! Right out on those unforgiving mats.
FH: There we go! Now we are talking.
[Rob Magnum yanked Chris Werner up to his feet and shoved him onto the
ring apron, to roll him back into the ring. Rolling in after him, Rob
Magnum put the boots to him in a few stomps that were more insulting
than painful, before taking a few paces away, and walking back in to
drop a knee across his opponent's forehead. With a strategy in mind,
Rob Magnum climbed up to his feet again. Simultaneously looking to
ground Chris Werner and prepare his legs for a submission, he plucked
up the man's right leg, and began viciously kicking the underside of
his knee.With each brutal kick, he was softening up the tendons and
making it harder for Chris Werner to take to the air. Unsatisfied with
that, No Worries yanked Chris Werner over onto his front, and lifted
that leg up into the air, high above his head, only to slam it back
down. After the thud of the knee against the mat, he repeated it, only
this time, stomping his foot down on the back of Chris Werner's thigh
along with it.]
CL: "No Worries" now methodically taking apart his opponent.
FH: Best way to ground a man who can be dangerous anywhere and
everywhere including at the top of the ropes.
[Rob Magnum seemed to be relishing in manhandling Chris Werner, who
was screaming in agony and clutching at his knee as he was yanked over
onto his back once more. "No Worries" stepped over Werner's leg,
grapevining it around his own thigh to apply pressure to the already
offended knee. Chris Werner began to flail his arms, trying to find a
rope to escape to, or some purchase on Magnum to knock him away.
Magnum leaned down into his trapped opponent, wrenching down on his
knee and leering, as he opened his mouth to taunt him. That was all
Chris Werner needed though, as he leaned up and caught Magnum by the
back of the neck. He used his other leg to then shove the man off of
his screaming leg. With Magnum knocked aside, Chris Werner struggled
furiously up to his feet, favoring his hurt leg heavily.]
FH: Oh yeah. Kurt Warner in serious trouble here. I can see the
beginning of the end.
CL: Chris Werner.
FH: That's what I said.
[Rob Magnum got up to his feet and charged in to reassert himself,
only to be caught in the jaw with a punch from Chris Werner. He threw
a fist to counterattack, only to have it blocked, and another punched
slammed into him. He staggered back, only to be hit a few more times,
until he hit the ropes. Once there, Chris Werner grabbed onto his
wrist and flung him toward the other side of the ring, limping out to
intercept him. Before Chris Werner could capitalize though, Rob
Magnum dropped low and jammed both boots into the already hurting knee
in a dropkick. It forced Chris Werner into a front flip, with his leg
swinging crazily through the air in his wake. He landed hard, and
immediately clutched his knee close to his chest, screaming in pain as
"No Worries" climbed up to his feet, once more in control.]
CL: That... does not look good.
FH: Listen to the sound of the pain of agony. Music to my ears
Lester!
[He was right back on Chris Werner's bad knee, grabbing onto that
leg's ankle and using it to drag him over toward the nearest trio of
ropes. With bad intentions in mind, he lifted it up a little and set
that ankle on the top rope. He then leaped into the air, after
bouncing off of the bottom rope, and turned an elbow out to drop it
onto the extended joint, which elicited a guttural scream from Chris
Werner. Pleased with the result, Rob Magnum dropped that same elbow
again, further damaging Chris Werner's knee. With Chris Werner's leg
still extended against the ropes like that, Rob Magnum stepped up onto
the bottom rope again. He bounced a few times, before catapulting
himself over the top rope. As he fell past the apron, he grabbed onto
Chris Werner's ankle, snapping it violently against the ropes. The end
result was Chris Werner screaming and rolling around on the mat,
clutching his leg and trying desperately to escape the pain he was
feeling in it.]
CL: Oh My God! Did he just break that ankle?
FH: It sure as hell sounded like the end of a career to me. So long
Kurt Warner we hardly knew ye!
[With his opponent in the deepest levels of pain in the ring, Rob
Magnum threw the ring skirts up. He leaned down, and began to dig
around beneath them in search of the proper tool. In just a moment, he
came up with his prize in hand, and even held it up into the air so
that the crowd could see. A steel chair was grasped in "No Worries"
Rob Magnum's hand, before he threw it into the ring and rolled back in
after it. His mistake was in leaving Chris Werner along in the ring
with the chair for that critical second. Before "No Worries" could
even stand, Chris Werner had clutched the chair tightly to his chest.
When Rob Magnum got up to his feet, the grounded Chris Werner threw
the chair, sending the seat slamming into Magnum's face and "No
Worries" himself crashing to the canvas below. On one foot and
hobbling badly, the smaller man got up once more.]
CL: Chris Werner running on fumes here, but showing some moxie!
FH: Moxie? Geez. Welcome to the new millennium, Chip, gonna join us?
[Rob Magnum still had that chair laying on his face after the
impromptu attack, so Chris Werner took what advantage he had. He ran
forward, wincing badly from the horrific pain in his knee and jumped
over "No Worries" to the ropes just beyond him. He landed on the
second rope and his knee buckled, sending him swaying dangerously
against the turnbuckles for an instant. He recovered though, with one
glance over his shoulder at Rob Magnum's prone form, before he jumped
up. In midair, Chris Werner's legs splayed out to hit against the top
rope, on either side of the turnbuckles. The impact flipped him over
backwards, in a beautiful Split Legged Moonsault, before he slammed
into Rob Magnum, spiking his own chair down into his face.
Unfortunately, the maneuver had only aggravated Chris Werner's knee
further. He rolled off of Rob Magnum, who was feeling pain of his own,
to cradle that leg as he rocked back and forth on the canvas in pain.]
[HUGE FACE POP]
CL: This match could be over, Fred! Yet Chris Werner in too much pain!
FH: Both men have apparently came down to make their mark. No early
useless pinfall attempts have even been tried.
CL: You are right Fred. This is a war! A war for status... A war for
respect!
["No Worries" shoved the chair aside in a daze, rolling slowly over
and onto the ring apron, where one arm dangled down toward the floor.
Chris Werner was having a hard time standing, getting most of the way
up only to collapse when he put his weight onto his knee. Rob Magnum
used the ropes to pull himself up to his feet, and shook his head out
slowly to try to clear those cobwebs away, while simultaneously, Chris
Werner found his feet. Chris Werner looked over to Rob Magnum and saw
his position. He sucked in a deep breath and pushed the pain out of
his mind to charge toward the corner "No Worries" was standing just
beside on the apron. Rob Magnum's eyes widened as his foe ran up the
ropes just in front of him, but he couldn't react in time to get away,
as Chris Werner dove over Rob Magnum from the top rope, seemingly head
first toward the padded floor below.]
[OH MY GOD WHATS HE DOING POP]
[Chris Werner caught his opponent around the waist with both arms as
he went past though, and let himself flip over to land on his knees on
the light pads below. The effect was far more drastic on Rob Magnum.
The larger man tried desperately to cling to the ropes as Chris Werner
went into that Sunset Flip, but his grip failed him, and he was hauled
toward the floor below dangerously fast. His head and shoulders
bounced off of the pads with a sickening thump in the aftermath of a
Sunset Flip Powerbomb, committed from the top rope and the ring apron
to the floor far below.]
[INSANE POP...AND WE THINK CHRIS WERNER IS DEAD]
CL: Both men are down, Fred!
FH: Thank you Captain Obvious...
CL: Referee Jim Brewer is checking both men over ... He isn't sure if
they can even continue!
FH: Well that would be just a shame...
[Both Rob Magnum and Chris Werner remained down for a long moment in
the aftermath of that powerbomb, but Chris Werner pushed painfully up
to his feet first. Still limping badly, he paced around the writhing
form of "No Worries" below him. Chris Werner aided Rob Magnum up to
his feet, and walked him over toward one of the guardrails. He looked
back and forth between his foe and the rail, as if measuring the
distance between them, before taking a step back. Chris Werner then
bolted back forward and jumped up into the air. He clasped his legs
around his opponent's neck and arched backwards, flinging Rob Magnum
head over heals in a straight rana. With some presence of mind left,
"No Worries" clambered up to his feet and turned to move back in
against Chris Werner, to keep from being caught defenseless. He played
right into his smaller opponent's hand. Chris Werner jumped at Rob
Magnum again, but this time, he locked both hands behind the bigger
man's neck, and planted his boots on his thighs. From there, he rocked
backwards, monkey flipping Rob Magnum this time. Rob Magnum hit the
guardrail upside down before his head and the back of his neck smashed
into the hard floor below. He drooped off to one side, devastated by
the creative application of a pair of such basic moves.]
CL: "No Worries" Rob Magnum in trouble here!
[After pounding his fist into the pads below him a couple of times,
due to the blossoming pain in his knee from using it in his offensive,
Chris Werner shoved himself up to his feet. In the next motion, he
dragged the dazed "No Worries" over to the apron, and rolled him back
into the ring. Laboriously, Chris Werner ascended the apron, and stood
up, holding onto the top rope and apparently waiting. His eyes were
locked intently on Rob Magnum, waiting for him to climb up to his
feet.]
FH: The artist formally known as Dark Soul measuring Rob Magnum. LOOK
OUT ROB MAGNUM!
[When he did, staggering up into a wobbly stance, Chris Werner struck.
He sprung into the air, kicking off of the top rope to get higher, as
he locked his legs around Rob Magnum's head and twirled around him,
only to throw him nearly into the ropes on the other side of the ring
in a Springboard Hurricanrana. Feeling the momentum firmly behind him,
Chris Werner kipped up to his feet, and regretted it immediately when
his knee buckled on the landing, dropping him down to one knee.]
CL: Oh oh. I don't think Chris Werner has much left in the tank.
That leg just gave out again.
FH: Dark Soul could have toughened it out. This kid is soft Lester.
CL: ...
[He stood again though, and advanced on the stunned Rob Magnum.
Roughly, he dragged him on his belly out toward the center of the
ring. Then, even more roughly, he stepped onto the back of his thigh,
wrapping Rob Magnum's foot around his own leg. Then he repeated the
process on the other side. Reaching down, Chris Werner
grabbed onto both of Rob Magnum's wrists, only to rock backwards,
elevating his larger opponent in an Inverted Surfboard. Rob Magnum
bellowed in pain and shook his head rapidly as he tried to find some
way to escape the complicated hold.]
[FACE SUBMISSION POP]
CL: He might have him here!
FH: You can't submit Rob Magnum. Come on this rookie has a lot to
learn.
CL: Rookie?
FH: You heard me.
[It turned out, "No Worries" only had to wait for a few long, painful
moments before his escape was handed to him. Chris Werner released the
hold and couldn't even escape the form of his opponent falling down
onto him. His knee had popped loudly while holding the bigger man up
there, and his screams were enough to draw cringes after he shoved "No
Worries" away, and began moving his knee experimentally, trying to
work the pain out of it. Rob Magnum remained mostly still, trying to
get his head to stop spinning and his back to stop hurting.]
CL: My God! Did you hear that Fred.
FH: [looking genuinely concerned] Yes. Yes I did. I think this
rookie
just popped a knee in his first match in the PVW.
[The two men were down for a long moment, before they began to climb
up to their feet in a near mirror image of each other. As they got up,
Rob Magnum fired the first shot, as he lit Chris Werner's chest up
with a chop. Chris Werner fired back, despite standing mostly on one
leg, hard enough to send Rob Magnum's arm swinging back through the
air. A third chop was fired, and a forth. Before long the two were
hacking away at each others chests, leaving thick red welts and
building up a frenzy.]
CL: I can't believe that Chris Werner is still standing... not to
mention trading wicked open hand chops with "No Worries" Rob Magnum!
FH: Lack of brains Lester ...
CL: It's called heart Fred. He is on the biggest stage in-front of
hundreds of thousands globally. Werner might be running on fumes and
a bad wheel, but adrenaline is keeping him going to the bitter end.
FH: What a short career for Kurt Warner.
[It was finally at it's boiling point, when Rob Magnum fired a second
chop in succession into Chris Werner, then a third, and a fourth, and
a fifth. Chris Werner dropped down to one knee, holding his burning
chest with both hands. "No Worries" grabbed onto his head with both
hands, and shoved his face downward as he leapt upward in a knee-lift,
sending his opponent sprawling backwards onto the canvas. With a
chance for victory in his hands, Rob Magnum grabbed up Chris Werner's
bad leg, and stepped over it. This time, he spun around, wrapping it
up in the telltale first steps of the application of a Figure Four
leglock. He dropped onto his back, and locked the hold the rest of the
way in. Rob Magnum yelled as he applied all of the pressure he could
onto the hold, rocking back and forth and nodding rapidly, as Chris
Werner cried out and tried desperately to escape. He flailed his arms
for the ropes, and tried to drag himself toward them. His knee felt
like it was about to explode. He had to escape and escape fast or the
match would be over.]
FH: He is going to tap! There's no escape for him it's locked on in
the middle of the ring!
CL: Magnum pouring it on too.
[Chris Werner stretched for the ropes but was unable to reach them as
Rob Magnum jerked back trying to rip every ligament in Chris Werner's
leg!! Chris Werner tried to fight through the pain as he fell back to
the mat, Rob Magnum grinned knowing he has the match well in hand!]
CL: Look at the determination by Werner. This match may lack
pinfalls, but with the submissions and brutality I think it's obvious
that Magnum is trying to pull out all the stops here.
FH: Why not it's obvious the kid can't walk on two legs out there!
[Chris Werner sat up as Rob Magnum reached forward and grabbed a
handful of his hair and drove a fist into Chris Werner's forehead!
Chris Werner feel back as Rob Magnum laughed but just as soon as he
did that Chris Werner rolled over onto his stomach reversing the
pressure! Chris Werner pushed up as Rob Magnum scream out and
stretched for the ropes!]
CL: Chris Werner reversed the figure four!
FH: Come on Rob Magnum! Roll back over and make him tap!
[Rob Magnum rolled over again putting the pressure back on Chris
Werner but released the hold, Rob Magnum grabbed his knee trying to
get feeling back into it as Chris Werner limped back up to his feet
again. "No Worries" drove a kick into Chris Werner's knee sending him
crashing back down to the mat! Chris Werner holds his knee as he trys
to get to the ropes "No Worries" cutting off his path with a stomp
across his bad leg! Chris Werner is pulled back up to his feet slowly
by Rob Magnum who signals for the end of the match, pulling Chris
Werner into a standing headscissors he butterfly's his arms looking to
hit Southern Comfort! Chris Werner slips an arm free and backdrops "No
Worries"! "No Worries" hits the mat hard and Chris Werner goes for
the Soul Lock, his former finisher, but Rob Magnum pushes him away
hard. Werner bounces off the ropes as Magnum scrambles to his knees
and on Werner's rebound, Magnum tries to even things up with a low
blow. Chris Werner doubles over in pain. Rob Magnum picks up Chris
Werner and slams him with a powerful slam to the mat.]
CL: What another great match these two have given us.
FH: Would you expect anything less both these men were legends in
their federations.
CL: Oh who is now throwing around the term "Legends" loosely?
FH: It just sounds better coming from me.
[Magnum picks up Werner by the throat and Irish whips him hard into
the corner...]
FH: Rob Magnum still has a lot of strength left but his knee seems to
be giving him some problems.
[Rob Magnum is using the ropes to try to balance himself while also
trying to use his superior power against Chris Werner. With the
Virginian in the corner, Rob Magnum uses his relatively good leg to
deliver hard kicks and tries to stomp Werner into the mat. Werner
slumps down, sitting on the canvas. Magnum turns to the crowd and
raises his hand. Werner seems to use that moment to grab the ropes and
pull himself up. Magnum sees this, but too late, as Werner pulls
Magnum into the corner and delivers a slew of kicks back at him. With
Magnum reeling, Werner backs up and charges, hitting a spinning heel
kick, a Dark Soul staple, to Rob Magnum. The move takes Werner right
out of the ring, but he is able to avoid much damage. On the outside,
he grabs at Magnum's legs and slings him to the ground, pulling the
man back so he can throw his damaged leg into the ring post. Not just
once, not just twice, but three times before letting Magnum go.]
CL: Rob Magnum is grabbing his right knee and that last move seems to
have knocked down the big man.
FH: Things have gotten just a little more even it appears.
[Chris Werner slides back into the ring and Rob Magnum still holding
that right leg is pulling himself away from the ringpost and to the
center of the ring and slowly getting up to his feet... Werner sees
this as a great opportunity and drops down with a chop block taking
the seven footer flying off his feet and grasping down at his bum
wheel now.]
CL: Chris Werner see's a target and he is zooming in.
FH: Not just yet Lester ... Magnum is PUSHING himself up again.
[Werner yanks him closely ... Fighting the pain and determined to put
Magnum away he lifts the seven footer up ... Piledriver ...]
"___THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"
[POPPAGE FROM CROWD!]
CL: How'd Werner get Magnum up ... He drops down to one knee, but he
appears to be locking on some sort of arm-stretch ...
FH: Magnum is out ... This isn't looking good!
[Werner locks in the Werner Contraption in the center of ring. Magnum
is trying to reach for the ropes but Chris Werner is stretching out No
Worries Rob Magnum in the center of the ring and Magnum has no choice
but to tap out...]
[HOLY CRAP MAGNUM TAPPED POP!!!]
CL: Werner did it! He fought through the pain! Determination and
adrenaline took over and the man formerly known as Dark Soul has won
his first match here in Phoenix Valley.
FH: I am truly shocked that Werner won this match. I surely thought
Rob Magnum was to powerful for him.
CL: You called him by his name!
FH: I always have Lester ...
CL: So Fred let me ask you this does that mean WWO is the better
federation of the two?
FH: In one answer ... Who the hell cares this is the PVW!
CL: I think your right and tonight we have made our mark!
[After the match Chris Werner is pulling himself up with the ring
ropes and raises his hands over his head. Ms. Malone is making her way
up the ring steps and steps between the middle and bottom rope. Rob
Magnum has rolled onto the outside of the ring as the referee is
helping him towards the back. Ms. Malone and Chris Werner are standing
in the middle of the ring as Miss Malone raises Chris Werner arm in
the air as the fans are applauding him.]
CL: A premire win by Chris Werner a kind of win that can put you right
back on the map. Dean Hayes is back with two men who will be
competing in Unholy War later on tonight.
FH: Please tell me it's not the Wild Cards. I just don't have enough
sleep to put up with the Wild Cards right now.
[Cut to the backstage area where Dean Hayes stands, expectantly,
microphone in hand. A PVW banner hangs on the concrete wall behind
him, and he mugs for the camera a little before speaking.]
Hayes: Hello out there wrestling fans, I hope you're enjoying
Shattered Dreams, yet another example of how PVW is conquering the
wrestling world. Right now I'm joined by one of the teams in Unholy
War; Livestock and the Gutch. Gentlemen...
[From both the left and the right come the big lawyer/wrestlers,
dressed in T-Shirts printed to look like suit jackets and ties. They,
naturally, still carry their briefcases. They dwarf Dean, towering
almost a head taller and much thicker, especially Gutch.]
Hayes: Welcome. Unholy war is in just a very short time, and I wonder
how you two like your chances tonight. People have been saying in the
back that it's Livestock and the Gutch's time to shine.
Gutch: Last I checked, we been sayin' that the whole time. Damn ref
can't get it through his thick skull though.
Livestock: I think what my partner is trying to say, Dean, is that
it's an honor to be in such a high-profile match that, really, is a
lead in to the final, main event for the world title. While we are
only one team of, what? Seventy? While we aren't the only
challengers, we welcome the opportunity ... mostly because if we
don't, they might take it away.
Hayes: I don't understand...
Livestock: Of course not, Dean. We haven't spoken enough in recent
times. I remember, early on in PVW, how we would have to chase after
you, bribe you, etcetera just to get interviewed. You are, of course,
forgiven.
Gutch: Okay, y'know what? Fat guy gets the mic. We been on a tear.
I like layin' around on my fat ass, really, but I ain't seen action in
like weeks. It's been 'Stock doing singles, or big team matches where
I'm on the damned apron most of the time. I wanna sit on somebody!
Give 'em the eggfart~!
Livestock: Note to self; find nose plugs in gym bag.
Gutch: Urban Legend? We had your number for awhile now! The damned
thing's a countdown, and it's at zero! You're done, beanpole! You're
done, midget!
[Grabbing Hayes' microphone wrist, Livestock cuts his partner off
after the big man said what was, probably, his only decent line of the
entire segment.]
Livestock: And, of course, every other team on the active roster will
be in there too. The oddsmakers have always sold us short. They sold
us short against Team Canada... We sent them packing.
Gutch: To Mexico! Haha! Nevermind that they're not from there...
Livestock: They sold us short against the Killing Machines. Have you
seen any Killing Machines around here lately?
Gutch: They're still trying to get the smell of my ass out of their
clothing. Ha!
Livestock: Yeah, yeah Gutch, you farted on them... The point is this;
the oddsmakers, they think they know. But a wise man, that is to say
myself, once said that "when you think you know, you should know to
think".
[Hayes thinks about that one, then nods, his eyebrows knitting as he
considers those words.]
Livestock: The fact is that, when you do the numbers, we're the
biggest team in PVW. We're the smartest team in PVW. We're _lawyers_.
We actually went to college, then law school, then wrestling school.
When you add those other teams GEDs together, you wind up with a
combined IQ somewhere in the teens. Which is why they don't get paid
... unless we get paid.
Gutch: You said the catchphrase! Dude, that's awesome. I thought I
was the only one doing it now!
Livestock: You're ruining the moment, Gutch.
Gutch: Sorry.
[At that, the two big men leave, both stage left and right. Hayes
watches them go, a little befuddled.]
Hayes: A confident team! Livestock's confidence has shown to be
prophetic in the past few months, but can this success spread to
contain the PVW Tag Team championship? Back to you, Chip and Fred.
[Pause. The cut isn't immediate.]
Hayes: "Know to think", huh? I like that...
[Cut back to ring side.]
FH: There is no way these two can lose. They have the backing of the
most powerful corporation name in the wrestling business. The mind
and guidance of Zeke Craven. How could they possibly lose?
CL: You can make a strong arguement ... They have come very close on
numerous occasions. However in Unholy War not always does the best
team men. It takes more then being _good_... It takes being lucky.
FH: Lawyers don't need to be lucky.
CL: The Voice has made his way back inside the ring.
FH: Herk traveled with us over night ... How come he seem's just fine
out there?
CL: They don't call him - The Voice for nothing Fred.
HD: This match is scheduled under rebirth rules ...
[BLOODTHIRSTY POP!!!]
CL: For those of you who haven't had the misfortune of witnessing a
rebirth rules match. It's Spectre's playground. No rules ... No
count outs ... Basically whatever sick invention you can come up with
inside your deranged head you can do too your opponent.
FH: Usually not my cup of tea, but I can't deny that it's not fun
putting men through pure torture and hell at times. Just like Johnny
Detson here tonight. He was once a disciple of Todd Johnstone ... A
true friend of the Hayes name. Instead he went to Hollywood and his
ethics and loyalty got screwed up.
CL: I don't know about that Fred.
FH: Oh quite the contrary Chip. What does he do when he returns to
the wrestling business? Does he pick up the phone and call his good
friend Todd? No instead he sell's out to the biggest traitor of them
all Tom Landis!
CL: Tom Landis is a very popular superstar in the PVW and --
FH: Who cares about Tom Landis we already visited that great period in
wrestling history last night. So Spectre has been given a special
assignment by Todd Johnstone. Teach the traitor - Johnny Detson a
lesson. Make him scream ... Make him wish that he never turned that
shoulder on his family ... You can bet win or lose Detson will learn
his lesson tonight.
CL: Frightening comments there Fred and as much as I would like too
... I can't disagree with them at all.
HD: Introducing first ...
[The arena lights suddenly cut to pitch black without warning. Over
the PA system, the faint sound of a heartbeat begins after ten seconds
of complete silence.
Thump-thump
Thump-thump
Thump-thump
"Do you fear the Dark?" a gravelly voice asks in a whisper.
HD: Weighing in at two-hundred and seventy five pounds. Wrestling out
of right here - NEW YORK CITY!!!
[Huuuuuge hometown pop!]
... Some call him the most deranged man in this business. SPECTRE!!!
[A single red spotlight cuts through the blackness, illuminating the
solitary form of The Spectre as "Beautiful People" by Marilyn Manson
cuts in over the PA System. Spectre, clad in a pair of cutoff jeans,
a black t shirt and combat boots stands with his taped forearms held
up at angles away from his pale, scarred body as the combination of
his dark dreadlocks and the red lighting paints a ghastly picture
over the ghoulish wrestler.]
CL: Look at the facial expression of Spectre. He is going to enjoy
every moment of this tonight. I don't even know if he will attempt to
win this match.
FH: Well one thing is for sure. He will put Detson through a great
deal of pain. And when this is all said and done old Hollywood Johnny
will be crawling back to Todd begging for his forgiveness.
[As the music picks up, the lights start flashing in time with the
beat, creating almost a stobe-effect as The Spectre makes his way
towards the ring, ignoring the fans lining the aisles. As he reaches
the apron, the pale skinned grappler speeds up to a run and slides
smoothly under the bottom rope, standing and stalking towards
the ropes in front of the announce table. Climbing to the second
rope, he stares coldly at the announce team for a moment before
stepping down and moving to his corner to await the start of the
match.]
FH: Spectre is just downright scary Chip. Remember when he showed up
on the Damage Control set and nearly broke Joshua Morgan's arm just
because he wanted to send a message?
CL: How could I forget it was -
FH: Frickin _awesome_!
[Akward pause ...]
CL: I was thinking more downright sick and uncalled for, but leave it
up to you Fred to say something like that.
FH: Hey I love Joshua as much ... Wait who am I teasing the guy is
about as annoying as you Chip the only difference is you get laid
about once a year so you are atleast manageable to be around.
CL: ... Speaking of Spectre ...
HD: His opponent ...
Crowd: WE WANT BLOOD~! WE WANT BLOOD~! WE WANT BLOOD~!
WE WANT BLOOD~! WE WANT BLOOD~! WE WANT BLOOD~!
FH: Listen to these fans ... New Yorkers aren't half that stupid.
CL: Well when Spectre is involved you can almost take that to the
bank.
HD: Weighing in at two-hundred and forty eight pounds. Wrestling out
of Hollywood, California!
... JOHNNY DETSON !!!
#Move aside,#
#and let the man go through.#
#Let the man go through.#
[The lights go out in the arena and then spotlights kick in to swim
throughout the crowd. One star shaped light rest solely on the
entrance ramp not moving at all. Suddenly the lights die down and cut
off as "Super Bon Bon" by Soul Coughing continues to play.]
#If I stole#
#Somebody else's wave#
#To fly up.#
#If I rose#
#Up with the avenue#
#Behind me.#
[Then there is a loud explosion as one by one golden pyros go off
around the complete surroundings of the entrance ramp and then back
again causing a great deal of smoke to cover the entire entrance way.
As the lights slowly come back to life the silhouette of a man can be
seen making his way out. The man just stands there letting the smoke
clear from the area. As the smoke dies down the identity of the man is
soon shown to be Johnny Detson, complete in his long gold tights,
black boots and shades resting on the bridge of his nose.]
CL: Detson looks cool, calm and focused Fred.
FH: we'll see how long that lasts...
#Some kind of verb.#
#Some kind of moving thing.#
#Something unseen.#
#Some hand is motioning#
#to rise, to rise, to rise.#
[Detson has a smirk plastered on his face as he soaks in the reaction
of the crowd. He walks over to some of the crowd to show off his
physical condition. He struts down to the ring as the song continues.]
#Too fat, fat you must cut lean.#
#You got to take the elevator to the mezzanine,#
#Chump, change, and it's on, super bon bon#
#Super bon bon, Super bon bon.#
[Detson slides into the ring, and raises his arms in triumph
inciting the crowd's reaction. He stands there and flashes his
trademark cocky grin to the crowd. The music dies out, and moves
over to the ropes stretching out his arms.]
Shattered Dreams
___________ ____ ________________________________________
___ __ \_ | / /_ | / /
__ /_/ /_ | / /__ | /| / / Rebirth Rules
_ ____/__ |/ / __ |/ |/ / Johnny Detson v. The Spectre
/_/ _____/ ____/|____________________________________________
Night Two
<<< DING DING >>>
CL: The sound of the bell and .. Spectre charges!!
FH: Detson should be paying attention!!
[The Spectre crushes him into the turnbuckle. He spins him around, and
begins hammering him with hard right hands!!]
"___TWAAAAP___"
"___TWAAAAP___"
"___TWAAAAP___"
CL: What ferocity shown in the opening moments here by the Spectre. He
tosses Detson into the center of the ring by his hair, and now he's
BITING HIS FREAKING FOREHEAD!!
[Sick Pop!]
FH: Unfortunately this has become standard fare for the Spectre. The
"bite and Gnaw" technique. Intimidating, and disgusting. guaranteed to
psyche people out and make them bleed. Lord only knows where those
teeth have been!!
CL: Detson with a sharp right hand and another as the Spectre backs
into the ropes. Johnny grabs him by the wrist, and throws him off the
opposite ropes, sending the Spectre over with a backdrop!
[Detson turns and quickly drops a leg across the throat of the
dreadlocked madman, then aims a kick at Spectre's head but the insane
brawler catches his boot and bits his leg!!!]
[Hardcore that's freaking disgusting pop!]
FH: Haha! The Spectre is making a meal of Detson! This is classic!
CL: The Spectre is deranged and should be locked in a mental
institution. That is just sick!
FH: Hey Chip do you think Joshua Morgan is watching? [Laughter]
CL: That's not even nice Fred.
[Detson scrambles to create space with a look of horror on his face
and slides out under the bottom rope, shaking his head. The Spectre
slides out as well, but on the opposite side behind Johnny, Who
doesn't seem him as he charges!!]
"_____CCCCCRRRRRAAAAASSSSSHHHHH!!!!!_____"
[Impactful collision pop!]
CL: Detson moved at the last second and Spectre went full speed into
the steel steps!
FH: what the hell was that! I thought we would finally be rid of
Johnny!
[The Spectre appears to be LAUGHING!?! as he lays on the floor in the
fetal position, Detson retrieves a chair.]
CL: Johnny may be looking to try and put the madman away. I have to
say I've rarely seen the Spectre as vulnerable as he appears right
now!
[THe crowd is hot and behind Detson as he raises the chair over his
head and swings downward violently!]
"_____CCCCCLLLLLAAAAANNNNNKKKKK!!!!!_____
FH: Whoooo! The Spectre rolled out of the way and Detson caught
nothing but concrete. He was aiming for his head Chip!
CL: You know what it takes to put away the Spectre Fred. Even a chair
shot to the skull has proven only to slow him down!
[Detson swings again but this time the Spectre swings a boot upward
and kicks the chair back into Detson's own face!]
"_____CCCCCRRRRRAAAAACCCCCKKKKK!!!!!_____"
FH: Ouch
[Disappointed pop!!]
FH: How quickly Spectre's hometown fans have turned on him. And to
think I thought these fans had atleast half a brain.
CL: Spectre isn't the easiest PVW wrestler to support Fred.
[The ghoulish madman flashes a sick bloody grin as he stalks Detson,
who is still reeling and leaning against the guardrail. The Spectre
charges at Detson, who manages to raise the chair but only succeeds to
sandwich it between them. Both men go down in pain, and the crowd
erupts!]
CL: What a collision!! I think Detson's face caught the brunt of the
impact from the steel chair, and the Spectre isn't fairing much
better.
[Both men struggle to get to their feet, Spectre using the guardrail,
Detson using the ring apron. The Spectre manages to find hold first
and lumbers forward taking a wild swing at Detson, who ducks the wide
punch and drops to his knee's to _DRIVE_ his fist into the Spectre's
little buddy. With a groan Spectre doubles over and Detson underhooks
the arms and absolutely _obliterates_ the Spectre with a leaping
double underhook piledriver on the steel chair!!!]
"_____CCCCCRRRRRUUUUUNNNNNCCCCCHHHHH!!!!!_____"
[Signature move pop!]
FH: DIRECTOR'S CUT OUT OF NOWHERE!!! He might've just snapped the
Spectre's neck with that move!
CL: Could this match be over this early? I mean can _anyone_ get up
from a move like that and on a steel chair never-the-less!?!
[The Spectre is motionless, other than the hand clutching his neck. He
looks to be convulsing...]
CL: Is he convulsing or giggling Fred? I thought he was going into
convulsions at first but now it looks like he's GIGGLING!!! Sick!
FH: The Spectre is a sick freak Chip. He's always professed to enjoy
pain, and it looks like he's living up to his reputation.
[Detson looks slightly mortified when he finally notices the Spectre
is seemingly enjoying his plight but Johnny just shrugs and grabs the
ring bell, looking to end this match before he can suffer anymore pain
he places it over the already decimated nether regions of the Spectre
he turns and digs under the ring apron for a moment before pulling out
a..... KENDO STICK!!!!]
[MONSTER ROOF BLOWING HE'S GOING TO FINISH THE SPECTRE ONCE AND FOR
ALL POP!!!!]
CL: Oh No!!!
"_____CCCCCRRRRRAAAAACCCCCKKKKK!!!!!_____"
"_____CCCCCRRRRRAAAAACCCCCKKKKK!!!!!_____"
"_____CCCCCRRRRRAAAAACCCCCKKKKK!!!!!_____"
"_____CCCCCRRRRRAAAAACCCCCKKKKK!!!!!_____"
FH: I'm going out on a limb and I'm going to guess the their will be
no little Spectre's running around any time soon!! Four kendo stick
shots to the ring bell, that just happened to be placed on the nuts of
the Spectre.
CL: Its proving pretty effective, I'll give him that. Detson has taken
his aggression to a new level tonight, but he wasn't really given a
choice!
FH: Yeah real tough guy though Chip. I mean let's target the one
place on a man that is his weakness _but_ break the unwritten man rule
in the process.
CL: What would you do if you were in the warzone against Spectre?
FH: Run ... cry ... pray!
[Detson hauls the nearly dead weight of the Spectre up and rolls him
into the ring. He springboards in, dropping a leg across the Spectre's
throat and hooks the leg!]
CL: We have our first cover and I don't know if even Spectre can
continue after the early destruction unleashed by Johnny Detson!
ONE ...
TWO ...
THREE ???
[Heel Pop!]
FH: Two fingers Chip! I don't know if the Spectre can be defeated!
He's a machine!
CL: A seemingly unstoppable machine Fred! Detson pulls him up and
shoves him into the buckles.
[Detson attempts a shoulder block but the Spectre raises a knee and
smashes it into Detson's face! Johnny stumbles backward stunned, and
the Spectre turns him inside out with a diving lariat that leaves both
men laid out on the canvas!]
FH: Spectre once again turns the tide with a devastating lariat out of
the corner, what's he doing with Detson now?
[The Spectre slowly but deliberately climbs to a vertical base. As
Detson uses the middle rope to pull himself up, the Spectre flattens
him with a boot to the side of the head.]
CL: Big boot by The Spectre and he seems to have the upper hand again!
The crimson covered madman is again stalking Johnny Detson!
[Spectre sets Detson up in a tree of woe hanging outside of the ring,
with his head resting near the ringpost, then hops out to the floor
and starts driving a vicious series of elbows and punches to Detson's
head, bouncing it off the ringpost in the process. He turns and grabs
the steel chair that is still stained with his blood. Detson hangs
helpless.]
FH: This looks bad!
CL: He can't do that!!!
"____CCCCCRRRRRAAAAACCCCCKKKKK!!!!!_____"
[Evil f'ing bastard! Pop!]
CL: JESUS JUMPING CHRIST THE SPECTRE JUST KILLED DETSON! HE JUST
SMASHED HIS SKULL INTO THE POST USING THE CHAIR! HE MIGHT'VE FRACTURED
DETSON'S SKULL! MY GOD!!!
[The crowd is in shock as Detson finally free's himself from the
turnbuckle and lands hard in the floor in a heap!]
FH: Detson isn't moving! We may need some help out here!
CL: The EMT's have been busy and I would hate to see the PVW's medical
bills after these two nights.
FH: These are independent contractors Chip. PVW is in the clear.
[The crowd pops as a huge man hops the guardrail, and shoves the
Spectre headlong into the ringpost!
"_____CCCCCLLLLLAAAAANNNNNGGGGG!!!!!_____"
CL: who the hell is that!?!
FH: I'm not sure yet, but he seems to have beef with Spectre.
CL: Zero Tolerance is suppose to be in place for nearly everybody and
fans alike.
[The unknown man scrapes Detson off the floor and just for a flash
Detson catches a glimpse of the figure and the look across his face is
surprised yet he obviously knows the man, but is completely flattened
by
him with a short-arm lariat before being swarmed by security.]
FH: I don't know who that is but security is getting him out of here.
I wonder if he was sent by Hayes or Johnstone??
CL: Whoever that was I think he bought Detson a stay of execution.
Spectre hit the ringpost hard!
FH: Head first!!
[The crowd is hot as both me struggle to their feet. Covered in blood,
the two men eye each other wearily. The camera catches the man
looking back as Security haul him off.]
FH: Wait I know that man... And no doubt Johnny Detson knows him.
That's The Prodigy ... That's Tracy Hudson! Is he here to work for
Todd Johnstone?
[The Spectre is the first to take a step but Detson surprises everyone
by catching the Spectre out of nowhere with the Johnny Kick!]
[HUGE POP!]
CL: DETSON JUST FLATTENED THE SPECTRE WITH THE JOHNNY KICK OUT OF
NOWHERE! WHERE IS HE FINDING THE ENERGY!
FH: But why did he attack Spectre too? One last desperation move! He
rolls the Spectre into the ring, then tosses a chair in for good
measure. I have a feeling we may be close to the end!
CL: I am as confused as you are. Thankfully Jason Keening had
security on stand by for this match and they were down here fast
enough to stop Tracy Hudson before any _serious_ damage could be done.
However it has opened up a series of questions as to why is he here?
What is the connection with him and Johnstone? What is the connection
with him and Detson? And finally is he even WITH PVW?
[The crowd is really behind Detson as he sets up the chair in the
middle of the ring. He waits as the Spectre slowly gathers himself and
turn to face him, Johnny springs forward, leaping off the chair and
driving a vicious flying knee into the face of the Spectre!]
"_____CCCCCRRRRRUUUUUNNNNNCCCCCHHHHH!!!!!_____"
CL: Are you kidding me? I think that crunching nose was the Spectre's
nose being broken into pieces. He practically flew into the corner and
is now slumped there, Detson charges forward, and drives another stiff
knee into the face of the Spectre, rocking his head into the
turnbuckle!
[Detson pulls him out of the corner just enough to make a cover, with
his feet on the ropes!]
ONE ...
TWO ...
THREE !?!
FH: Did he get him?
CL: NOOOO! Spectre kicked out!?! His face must be in pieces, his blood
has covered damn near everything at ringside, but he will not be
stopped!
FH: He's not the boogeyman he's the god damn terminator!
[Detson looks to be slightly exasperated as he pulls the Spectre up by
his hair but the ghoulish Madman surprises him by grabbing the front
of
his tights and falling backward, violently slamming Detson face first
into the steel chair, hard enough to flatten in the middle of the
ring!]
"_____CCCCCRRRRRUUUUUNNNNNCCCCCHHHHH!!!!!_____"
[Hardcore Pop!]
CL: Now it's Detson's turn to eat steel! What a violent collision!
Both men have been through absolute hell here tonight! What a war!
[Both men barely able to stand, the Spectre seems to be moving
_slightly faster and this point and gets to Detson before he can turn
around....]
FH: DESTINY'S GRIP!
[Uh oh could this be the end pop!]
CL: He has the hold locked in but Detson has ahold of the top rope!!!
The ref can't make him break the hold but he can't fully lock it in as
long as Johnny has ahold of the top ro...
[The Chipper is stopped in mid sentence, shocked by the fact that the
Spectre just used his last ounce of strength to rip Detson away from
the top rope and somehow find the strength to force him overhead and
awkwardly onto his skull and neck!!!]
"_____TTTTTHHHHHUUUUUDDDDD!!!!!_____"
FH: DESTINY'S DENIAL!!!! DETSON IS DEAD!!! THIS ONE IS OVER!!!!!
[The Spectre drapes an arm over the chest of Detson...]
ONE ...
TWO ...
THREE !?!
[The crowd is silent as the ref finally POINTS TO DETSON'S FOOT ON THE
ROPES!!!! ARENA EXPLOSION!!!!]
CL: Are you kidding me!!! Detson gets afoot on the bottom rope! WOW!
FH: All kicking out did was piss the Spectre off more Chip! Now Detson
is really dead!
CL: Thankfully Detson was near the ropes or there was no doubt he
wasn't going to kick out of that one.
[Spectre drags Detson a few inches away from the ropes and hooks the
leg again!]
ONE ...
TWO ...
THREE !?!
[Another holy crap how did he kick out POP!]
CL: Detson shot a shoulder up and again he was able to keep the match
going.
FH: The few seconds it took for Spectre to drag him away saved the
match for Detson. I don't know why Detson continues to put himself
through all this punishment.
[The Spectre releases a guttural howl as he scrapes an unsteady Detson
off the mat.]
CL: The Spectre is literally holding Johnny up by his hair and I think
he might be unconscious. He is fighting off pure instinct now Fred.
FH: I have to disagree Chip! If he had any instinct at all he would
lay flat on the mat and beg Spectre to pin him.
CL: I'm not going to disagree with you there. However PVW superstars
are different beasts then you and I Fred. They are programmed to
fight until the last moment of consciousness in their head. Johnny
Detson may have been away from the ring for some time, but he is
programmed to fight until his last breathe and if he isn't careful
Spectre could put him in the hospital for a long time.
[The crowd watches in horror as the Spectre attempts the Rebirth but
Detson drives a thumb to the Spectre's eye, stunning him enough to
break the hold. Detson lands on his feet in front of the Spectre and
quickly hooks him in a suplex. Feeding off the crowd, Detson manages
to snap the Spectre over, letting him slingshot off the top rope he
corkscrews him into the center of the ring, dropping him on the batter
steel chair, the back of his head leading the way!!!]
"_____CCCCCRRRRRUUUUUNNNNNCCCCCHHHHH!!!!!_____"
[Finisher out of nowhere pop!!
FH: SELL OUT!!! WHERE DID DETSON FIND THE ENERGY TO DO THAT!! THE BACK
OF SPECTRE'S HEAD LANDED ON THE STEEL CHAIR!!!
CL: HOW IS DETSON EVEN CONCIOUS! THE SPECTRE MIGHT BE OUT. DETSON
HOOKS THE LEG!!!
FH: AND A HANDFUL OF TIGHTS!!!!
ONE ...
TWO ...
THREE !?!
CL: IT'S OVER!
[WAIT A DAMN SECOND POP!!!]
FH: Not just yet Fred!!!
[Detson stumbles back unable to stand as he drops to his knee as the
referee waves off the match holding up two fingers saying Spectre just
kicked out.]
CL: YOU HAVE TO BE KIDDING ME! What? How?
FH: As we _both_ have stated many of times Chip ... Spectre isn't
human and it's going to take inhuman things to put him away.
[Detson looks on _shocked_. However he knows what he has to do... He
rolls out and falls to the floor, but pushes himself back up. Finally
he musters up enough strength to grab a folding table and roll it
under the ropes.]
CL: Detson is trying to set up a table. Ring bells, chairs, and kendo
sticks have been used.
FH: Don't forget ring steps and ringposts.
CL: This has been just over ten minutes of pure and utter hell.
[Table set up POP!]
[The table has been set up and Detson has finally made his way over to
Spectre and begins to pull the bloodied monster to his feet ...
However that quickly turned into being a terrible move, because
Spectre launched forward wrapping his arms around Detson's torso and
his teeth once again met an already open wound of Johnny Detson and
those sharp teeth began biting away at the already open and torn
flesh.]
[Good gawd cover your eyes pop!]
CL: I think I am going to be sick! A piece of Detson's flesh just
flung from his head. And Spectre is still eating away!
FH: It's Spectre's biggest counter move. Eat away at your opponent
until he is no more!
[Detson finally is able to push away Spectre as blood drips from the
wound and if the camera was zoomed in you might see things you have
never seen before! Detson unleashes a JohnnyKick out of nowhere, but
this time Spectre catches it ... and spins him around and clotheslines
him right over the top ropes, but Detson lands on the ring apron ...
Spectre backs up and charges forward leaping in midair tackling Detson
as the two men tumble over and off the ring apron and _back_ to the
outside.]
CL: Both men back to the outside of the ring! What appeared to be an
ending by BOTH men inside the ring has turned into a new set of energy
as the two men fight for their lives.
Crowd: P-V-DUB~! P-V-DUB~! P-V-DUB~! P-V-DUB~! P-V-DUB~!
P-V-DUB~! P-V-DUB~! P-V-DUB~! P-V-DUB~! P-V-DUB~!
P-V-DUB~! P-V-DUB~! P-V-DUB~! P-V-DUB~! P-V-DUB~!
FH: Both men are laying on their back and looking up at the lights.
This match hasn't been pretty, but it's quickly going down in the
record books as one of the most disturbing matches in PVW's history.
CL: I wonder if Johnny Detson wishes he was back in Hollywood right
about now?
FH: At the very least had a stunt double taking the falls.
[Spectre is back to his feet and he meets Detson who attempts to fight
back. However Spectre lifts the veteran up and to a military press
and _drops_ him face first onto the guard rail ...]
"___CLAAAAAAAANG___"
[Blood splattered on the front row fans pop!]
CL: Fans who shelled out hundreds of dollars to get an up and close
seat to watch this epic event just got a little more then they
bargained for.
FH: It's a souvenir! Johnny Detson's last match blood!
CL: Spectre now pulling the bloodied superstar to his feet. It
appears he is calling for a DDT right on the cement!
[Detson shoves Spectre off and Spectre charges forward, but Detson
catches and twists with a spinebuster right onto the cement instead!]
[Huge counter pop!]
CL: Detson just buried Spectre's spine right into the cement floor and
both men aren't moving again.
FH: There are no count outs so they could just lay here all night if
there isn't a winner.
CL: I don't think that's going to be a problem Fred!
[Detson started to twist to his stomach and push himself up ... After
a few more seconds he made it to his feet and he stumbled to the ring
apron a bloody mess and rolled under the ropes and laid on his back in
the center of the ring.]
FH: Ummm ... Doesn't he know that he could like be pinned _inside_ the
ring?
CL: Spectre now to his feet. He finds his pray and is under the ropes
after him.
FH: Bad move Johnny.
[Both men fighting on fumes ... Are to their feet. Spectre tosses a
jaw breaking right that connects ... Detson stumbles back, but tosses
one of his own that connects! Spectre grabs Detson and sends him in
the corner and looks like he is setting up for Fata Morgana. However
Detson gets his feet up and uses them around Spectre's neck and his
position in the corner up against the corner to choke Spectre with all
his leg might!]
CL: Detson choking out Spectre!!!
FH: Wow I never thought of this! It could be the only way to beat
Spectre. Take all his air away so he can't breathe.
[Detson continues to choke Spectre and it's brought him down to his
knees's as he tears away at his throat gasping for air. Detson let's
go and climbs the top ropes ... He leaps off ...]
[HOLY CRAP POP ~~!]
"___KAAAAATHUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"
CL: Tornado Inverted Bulldog _THROUGH_ that table that has been set
up. Detson calls this - Grand Finale! Could it be the grand finale
here in rebirth rules!?!
FH: Again Detson is too weak and out of it to capitalize!
[Both men lay on the mat and through the wrecked table and finally
Detson rolls over and lays an arm across the chest of Spectre.]
CL: This could be it!
ONE ...
TWO ...
THREE !?!
[How the BLEEP does he kick out of all this POP!?!]
FH: I told you Chip. It takes INHUMAN damage to put Spectre away!
CL: Apparently you are right. I don't think Detson has anything left
in his bag of tricks to finish Spectre off!
[Detson rolls out of the wreckage and begins to use the ropes to pull
himself up. By the time he makes it to his feet ... Spectre has too!
Detson stumbles backwards and _right_ back into the Destiny Grip from
behind ...]
CL: This could be trouble ...
[... However before Spectre could get it locked and sinked ... Detson
uses his feet and the ropes to flip behind Spectre and out of the move
and as the dazed and confused Spectre turns ... suplex ... slingshot
... Corkscrew Brainbuster!!!]
"___KAAAAA THUUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"
[HOLY BLEEP UNEXPECTING FINISHER POP!!!]
CL: The Sell-Out again! This time into the wreckage of that table and
the bloodied Detson drops down.
FH: Remember Inhuman things Chip.
ONE ...
TWO ...
THREE !?!
[THIS TIME IT'S OVER POP!!!]
CL: IT LOOKS LIKE THE SPECTRE TRIED TO KICK OUT BUT IT WAS TOO LATE!!
JOHNNY DETSON PULLS VICTORY FROM THE JAWS OF DEFEAT!!!
FH: HE DOESN'T LOOK MUCH LIKE A WINNER CHIP!!!
CL: Both men look like they just went through pure hell.
FH: They did ... It's called rebirth rules.
CL: Johnny Detson picks up the biggest win of his early PVW career ...
And a message has been sent to Todd Johnstone.
FH: Oh I think it's the other way around Chip. The message has been
sent to Johnny Detson.
CL: So we know what message both Johnstone and Detson were trying to
send in this match. However what message was Tracy Hudson sending?
FH: That will be a question heading out of Shattered Dreams.
CL: Could that mean Hudson has signed a deal with PVW?
FH: If so there are going to be a handful of happy campers.
CL: Why do you say that?
FH: Because there are quite a few guys still looking to wipe that
arrogant smile off his face.
CL: Officials are down here trying to clean up the chaos around the
ring. Let's cut back to the "Good" Hayes once more.
FH: You never told me Gibson made the flight!
[The camera cuts backstage, where Marcus Manson stands with "Swingin"
Dean Hayes.]
Dean Hayes: Marcus Manson, in just a few moments you're locking up
with Larry Gionet to prove who can rightfully be called the toughest
man in PVW, what're your thoughts before your match?
[Camera zooms in as the Widowmaker enforcer stands focused on the task
at hand.]
Marcus Manson: It's time Gionet. Time to prove everything you've said
about yourself. Time to prove that you deserve to be called the
Toughest Man in PVW. It's time to step into that ring, and show the
world that you're not a liar. Show the world that everything you've
said about being the toughest isn't a bunch of bullshit.
[Manson pauses.]
I don't like talk, Larry. I don't like guys who come out and run their
mouth night after night about how they're the best. I've always
preferred to let my actions in the ring do most of the talking for me,
and for ten months I have dominated Phoenix Valley Wrestling.
[Dean Hayes is about to ask another question, but is quickly cut off
as apparently the Widowmaker wasn't done.]
Marcus Manson: In nearly ten months not a single person in PVW has
beaten me. What've you done in the last ten months, Larry? Oh, that's
right, you hurt your little arm, and spent most of it on the injured
list. While you've been out of action since before Boiling Point in
February, I've been facing anyone and everyone PVW put in my path.
Well guess what Gionet, your shoulder is going to be the least
of your worries when you step into the ring with me.
You're not going up against some rookie who shoots off his mouth,
Larry. You're facing the meanest, most sadistic son of a bitch this
business has ever seen.
[Manson grins sadisticly.]
Do you know what you've gotten yourself into, Gionet? Do you honestly
know what I'm capable of? Do you realize who you're up against?
You're up against The Misery Machine.
You're up against Marcus Manson.
Do you know what the name Manson means, Larry? It means "Son of Man."
It means that I am the best of everything that humanity has to offer.
I'm not only the strongest man in PVW, the toughest man in PVW, or the
most sadistic man in PVW,
I am the srongest, toughest, and most sadistic man in the entire
industry.
I will not quit. I will not surcease. I will beat you until you're
broken, Larry. You could have avoided all of this, could have admitted
that you lied. You gave me no choice. Now, I have no choice but to
beat you until you are a bloody, broken mess, and the referee will
raise my hand, and everyone will know that the only name in PVW that
matters is Marcus Manson.
[Manson stalks off.]
Hayes: Alright guys, that match is next, back to you!
[Cut back to ring side.]
CL: The message has been sent.
FH: Damn right it has. Marcus Manson doesn't play around. You don't
see him playing games. He was brought into the PVW by Rick Marley and
unleashed wrecking everything and everybody in his path. I have seen
him do this before. He doesn't rest ... He doesn't stop _ever_.
CL: He is a force that everybody in the PVW just keep their eyes on,
but I hate to remind you ... Larry Gionet was _very_ close to being
crowned the number one contendership at Boiling Point. He could have
been the one facing Rob Cole instead of Justin Cruise.
FH: Right I forgot ... Except what was it that kept him from doing
that? Oh yeah injuries ... Marcus Manson doesn't get hurt. Marcus
Manson hurts!
CL: Up next we have a dandy of a match. This match has been a long
time in the making and tonight we get the answer to the question. Who
is the toughest SOB in PVW?
FH: There is no question it's Marcus Manson, hands down!The only
question is how much will that coward Gionet cries for mercy once The
Misery Machine gets his hands on him.
CL: Gionet is the total opposite of a coward, and if anyone will be
crying out for mercy, I can't see it being him.
[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.]
Don't tell me what's in tell me how to write
Don't tell me how to win this fight
Isn't your life it isn't your right
To take the only thing that's mine
Proven over time it is over your head
Don't try to read between the lines
Are clearly defined
"Never lose sight of something you believe in"
[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.]
I've been trying to justify you
In the end I will just defy you
[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.]
To those who understand, I extend my hand
To the doubtful I demand, take me as I am
Not under your command, I know where I stand
I won't change to fit your plan, Take me as I am
As I am
[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.]
Slow down, you're thinking too much
Where is your soul?
you cannot touch the way I play
Or tell me what to say
You're in the way of all that I believe in
[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....]
I've been wasting my breath on you
Open minds will descend upon you
To those who understand, I extend my hand
To the doubtful I demand, take me as I am
Not under your command, I know where I stand
I won't change to fit your plan, take me as I am
[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.]
HD: Introducing first, weighing in at 235 pounds and hailing from
Stoughton, Mass he is "The PVW Warrior" LAAAAAAAAARRY GIONET!!!!
(FACE POP)
CL: Gionet is sporting a look of concentration before the start of
this match.
FH: Don't mistake concentration for fear Lester. Deep down Larry is
nervous about facing the toughest man in PVW, Marcus Manson.
CL: Gionet has faced some of the toughest men in this sport and I
don't think he fears Manson or anyone else. If Manson claims to be the
toughest man in PVW, Gionet is the man to stake that claim against.
FH: Hmmph! Manson has rightfully earned that title, and tonight is his
coronation. Just wait and see!
HD: AND his opponent....
The arena is shrouded in black as all the house lights go out. The
video screen displays the now familiar white clock face, set to 11:59.
Soon, the deep gravelly voice of Marcus Manson is heard.]
Manson: Time's up, Gionet...
[BOOM! Pillars of flame shoot up from the stage as the clock on the
screen ticks to midnight. The lights come back up, washing the arena
in red light as the first haunting strains of Rooster by Alice In
Chains play over the arena speakers.]
#Aint found a way to kill me yet##Eyes burn with stinging sweat##Seems
every path leads me to nowhere#
#Here they come to snuff the rooster##Yeah here come the rooster,
yeah##You know he aint gonna die##No, no, no, ya know he aint gonna
die#
[Manson emerges from the curtain, six feet nine inches of destruction
on legs. With a scowl on his face, he walks center aisle towards the
ring, eyes locked dead ahead on Larry Gionet.
HD: Weighing in at 295 lbs and hailing from Pittsburg, Pennsylvania he
is "The Misery Machine" MARCUS MAAAAAAANSON!!!!!
[Manson enters the ring. Gionet stands in the center of the ring with
his eyes locked on Manson. Manson approaches the center of the ring
and the two man stare at one another. No words are exchanged, neither
of them move. The are just inches away from one another, both just
waiting for the signal to unleash hell.]
CL: These two look ready to go, all that's missing is a ref and
someone to ring the bell. Although i don't think either of these two
men really need a ref, this will probably more of a fight than a
wrestling match.
FH: For once you said something right, a ref won't be needed tonight.
The only other person that should be in that ring is some schmuck with
a mop and bucket to clean up what's left of Gionet, after Manson is
finished with him.
CL: Well this is still a wrestling match and a referee is need in
there to ensure it stays that way. The only question is who will
referee this match? Who would be brave enough to put themselves in a
match with these two men?
FH: The question should be who is crazy enough to get in either or
their way?
HD: And tonights special guest referee....
SINGING VOICES: #Whooooooooaaaa-hooooooooo-ohhhhhhh!!!#
[The beginning notes ring out as the lights being to strobe around the
entrance area.]
SINGING VOICES: #Whooooooooaaaa-hooooooooo-ohhhhhhh.....HEYY!!!!#
#Here comes the.....#
#Here comes the.....#
#Here comes the.....#
Ya'll don't really want it now (BOOM!)
[The moment the word Boom is yelled on the song, a massive pyrotechnic
blast erupts all around the entrance area as Nelly's "Here Comes the
Boom!" is blasting on the PA system.]
#Here comes the (BOOM!)#
[Massive pyro blasts form the ring posts, entrance aisle and even the
upper ceiling levels as the word Boom hit.]
FH: The Hell kind of entrance is this?!?!
CL: It is the kind of entrance a true superstar can make, but who
could it be?!?!
#Here comes the (BOOM!)#
[Another massive pyro blasts form the ring posts, entrance aisle and
even the upper ceiling levels as the word Boom hit.]
FH: I don't care! It is too loud, too long and too expensive! Dex
must have broke the bank for this referee!
CL: Perhaps he did just that!
[Gionet and Manson are standing in the ring as the song and pyro
display continue. Gionet looks more than a little pissed off at the
production.]
#Here comes the#
#Ya'll don't really want it now (BOOM!)#
[Another massive pyro blasts form the ring posts, entrance aisle and
even the upper ceiling levels as the word Boom hit. This one is even
louder and makes both wrestlers jump a little at the heat and amount
of noise from the blast.]
CL: That one made both of the wrestlers take notice!
FH: We keep this up, we'll all want to take notice because we won't
afford to operate! The fireworks are bad for business.
CL: I think not Freddie!
#Ya'll don't really want it now.......
[The lights go out totally and the songs seems to pause and fade out
with the word now.....everyone knows the word Boom is next and will
have a massive display....but all they can do is wait.]
[Through the silence....]
[Wait for it!]
[Suddenly...........]
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|____/ \___/ \___/ |__| |__| |__|
[By far the loudest, largest and most earth-shattering explosion of
pyrotechnics in wrestling history. It is so bright the arena fills
with smoke and haze as the fans go nuts for the massive display.]
FH: Holy Crap!
CL: I think I'm deaf!
FH: What?!?!
[The big screen lights up with a blue background, and a white outline
of a man posing with his arms flexed over his head and spread out in
victory. The song continues with a massive pyro display on every use
of the word "Boom".]
#Here comes the (BOOM!)#
#Here comes the#
#Ya'll don't really want it now (BOOM!)#
[The white man outline disappears and is replaced by the simple phrase
in all yellow on the blue background..."TOO COOL"
#Here comes the (BOOM!)#
#Here comes the (BOOM!)#
#Here comes the#
#Ya'll don't really want it now (BOOM!)#
******KAAA-BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!!!!******
[The screen shows the following words switching back and forth between
blue background and yellow letters and yellow background with blue
letters...
C H R I S
H O P P E R
[The second verse of "Here Comes the Boom" begins to play as Hopper
walks out from behind the curtain. Chris is wearing his trademark blue
tights that now have yellow crosses on the legs. He is wearing the
very tight referee stripped shirt that allows his muscles to strain
and look massive on his 6'8" frame. Chris's hair is long and slicked
back as he grins with excitement for the moment. Chris shakes a little
in anticipation and starts walking down the aisle. Hopper turns slight
circles as he slowly saunters down the aisle playing to the crowd,
which are eating him up with cheers.]
#He really think he gutter, when he know he soft as butter#
#He ain't never been a fighter, you can go and ask his mother#
#I'm a lover and a fighter, producer and a writer#
#Give your girl a quick fix, and give ya man a nice shiner#
[Hopper switches sides and slaps hands with fans, even stopping to
take a picture with one lucky female fan. As the picture snaps he
takes his right hand and cups her very large left breast...which takes
her by surprise, but she doesn't care.]
#(Ya'll don't really want it) And I can tell just by lookin at ya#
#That you the type to run and go and tell just by lookin at ya#
#You want a mission for recognition by dissin#
#Then have no problem till the record started rippin#
[Hopper reaches the entrance area and walks around the ring,
continuing to greet fans and stare toward his opponent.]
#(Ya'll don't really want it) So let me tell ya the deal#
#I'm oh so serious,I'm dirty,I'm no longer for real#
#Like a hop, skip and a jump, a glock grip on the pump#
#From leavin you in ya trunk, somewhere preparin to dump#
#(Ya'll don't really want it) So quit actin like you deaf#
#I'm lookin to my right, tryin to see who's left#
[Chris slides under the bottom rope and leaps to his feet, spinning in
a circle with his arms out wide to celebrate his arrival with his
fans. Then he stops in the middle of the ring, raising his arms over
his head and flexes in victory as the pyro explodes behind him on the
word "Boom."]
#So uh, you better watch it fore I stick to the plan#
#And be the next Artest to run up in your stands like (BOOM!)#
[Chris's smiles broadly as he drops the pose and goes to the corner to
work the crowd from the second turnbuckle.]
#Here comes the (BOOM!)#
#Here comes the (BOOM!)#
#Here comes the#
#Ya'll don't really want it now (BOOM!)#
[Hopper drops down from the corner and walks to the adjacent corner,
climbing up and nodding his head before raising his arms to get the
crowd excited yet again.]
#Here comes the (BOOM!)#
#Here comes the (BOOM!)#
#Here comes the#
#Ya'll don't really want it now (BOOM!)#
[Chris drops down from the corner and walks to the next corner,
climbing up and nodding his head before raising his arms to get the
crowd excited yet again. He pauses on his way tot he next corner to
flip a smirk at Marcus Manson.]
#Here comes the (BOOM!)#
#Here comes the (BOOM!)#
#Here comes the#
#Ya'll don't really want it now (BOOM!)#
[Chris drops down from the corner and climbs the fourth and final
turnbuckle to work the crowd as the fans erupt for the young
superstar. This time he smirks at Larry Gionet as he walks to the next
corner.]
#Here comes the (BOOM!)#
#Here comes the (BOOM!)#
#Here comes the#
#Ya'll don't really want it now (BOOM!)#
[The music ends as Hopper drops back to the canvas and turns to walk
toward the center of the ring and motions for Manson and Gionet to
meet him at center ring.]
CL: I can't believe it, Chris Hopper has come to PVW! Chris Hopper has
wrestled everywhere and practically everyone!
FH: THIS IS A TRAVESTY! Hopper also wrestled against Marcus Manson
back in UEW! Those two had some wars, and a score some say has yet to
be settled. This man only bad intentions towards Manson! Referees are
supposed to fair and impartial! How can anyone expect Hopper to be
fair to Manson, given their history?!?
CL: Calm down Fred, this is a big match and PVW wouldn't bring just
anyone off the street to referee this match.Surely they wouldn't let
someone with a total bias against one of the principles in the match
play a deciding factor. Hopper is here because somebody believes he
can be fair and impartial and call it right down the line.
FH: Well I don't believe Hopper can be impartial at all! Somebody made
a bone head move and this one on one has just turned into a handicap
match! Mark my words, Hopper has something in store!
[He approaches both men and asks them to submit to a weapons check.
Gionet's expression doesn't change but he merely complies. Manson is
just staring holes through Hopper, looking more willing to throw a
punch at him then submit to Hopper's request. Hopper smirks at Manson
and politely asks him to submit to the weapons check. Hopper stares at
him some more, and then looks over at Gionet before submitting to the
inspection. Both men go to their corners and Manson continues to glare
at Hopper. Hopper ignores this look of hostility and signals for the
opening bell.]
Shattered Dreams
___________ ____ ________________________________________
___ __ \_ | / /_ | / / One on One Match
__ /_/ /_ | / /__ | /| / / Special Ref: Chris Hopper
_ ____/__ |/ / __ |/ |/ / Larry Gionet v. Marcus Manson
/_/ _____/ ____/|____________________________________________
Night Two
<<< DING DING >>>
*** MASSIVE LET'S GET THIS SOB GOING ROAR!!! ***
CL: AND THE FANS ARE HYPED!
FH: Why shouldn't they be?
CL: This match has everything going for it. Larry Gionet a man who
has stood up to just about everyone ... Marcus Manson the enforcer of
the notorious Widowmakers ... Now we add Chris Hopper one of the most
controversial superstars in wrestling history. A man who has faced
Marcus Manson in some of the most memorable matches in wrestling
history. Add in the fact he trained former PVW wrestler Suga Shayne
Grimsson ...
FH: The man Larry Gionet sent out of PVW.
[Manson and Gionet circle one another in the ring. Gionet has his eyes
on Manson while Manson has one eye on Gionet and the other eye on
Hopper. Manson stops circling and holds his arm up high to Gionet,
signaling for for a test of strength. Gionet hesitates to accept.]
FH: Gionet looks to be afraid of Manson's challenge. So much for being
a man without fear.
CL: Don't be too quick to judge Gionet, he might just be sizing up
Manson.
[The crowd now begins cheering for Gionet to go through with it.
Gionet accepts and holds out his hand. They lock hands ready to go for
it , and Manson quickly boots Gionet in the gut. Gionet goes to one
knee and Manson extends out Gionet's arm placing a series of short
kicks into his ribs.]
FH: HA! Some sizing up that was. Gionet still fell for the oldest
trick in the book! Now we know why's called the PVW warrior and not
PVW rocket scientist.
[Manson, lays some heavy kicks onto Gionet. Gionet has a look of pain
on his face as Manson works over his ribs and shoulders at the same
time! Gionet unable to move or mount a defense to this type of
attack.]
FH: He's still able to beg for mercy and ask for Manson to forgive
him, for thinking he was a competitor worthy of a matchup with the
Misery Machine.
CL: You must have memory issues, because you forgotten who Larry
Gionet is and what he has done in both PVW and in the business as a
whole.
FH: Larry's a tough guy, but he's never faced anyone as tough as
Manson, and his reputation for being big and bad is about to be
tarnished. You're only the biggest fish in the pond until a bigger
fish comes along and eats you!
[Manson hoists Gionet up by the throat and throws him into the corner.
Manson pummels Gionet with some palm blows and then stops to hoist his
large boot against Gionet's neck. Manson continues to apply pressure
to Gionet's neck Gionet looks a little red in the face while he
struggles to breath. At this point I would have expected Hopper to
break the hold or issue a warning. I don't understand why Hopper
is just standing their letting Manson literally choke the life out of
Gionet!]
Hopper (clicks a button on his earpiece and begins to talk): Come on
Larry fight out of it! I've seen tougher men on America's next top
model!
FH: What was that!? Giving encouragement to Gionet? What kind of
referee engages in blatant cheerleading. The cards are stacked
against Manson!
CL: If he's against Manson, then why hasn't he made him break the
hold? Gionet is trapped in that corner. I don't think he can get
counter the choke.
Hopper: Knock it off Marcus.....let it go he can't handle it...Back
it off!
[Hopper finally starts to issue a five count to Manson to let go.
Hopper gets to the count of 4, and Manson finally backs away from the
corner, but not before glaring over at Hopper.]
(The crowd boos Manson)
[Gionet slumps in the corner with his hand over his throat. Manson
looks back at Gionet and charges into the corner, and hits a running
kneelift!]
CL: Looks like Gionet's reprieve from Manson's battery is short
lived.
FH: I believe Manson calls that the kitchen sink. Hey, he broke the
hold he's not breaking the rules.
CL: No, but he sure is bending the hell out of them.
FH: Just as sure as he's going to do the same to Gionet.
[Manson hip tosses Gionet out of the corner. Manson picks up Gionet
up again and whips him into the ropes. Gionet rebounds and meets with
a big boot to the face. Gionet is down and Manson towers over him.
Manson connects with a standing fist drop and goes for a cover on
Gionet! Hopper with the count.]
ONE ...
... 1/2
[Manson gets into Hopper's face complaining about a slow count]
FH: Hopper issued a slow count on purpose, i told you he couldn't be
trusted as a ref.
CL: It's a little early in the match to jump to conclusions Fred.
FH: Shut up Lester!
[Manson turns his attention back to Gionet, picks him up and whips
into the ropes again. Manson, puts his he'd down for a backdrop.
Gionet goes up and over and... LANDS ON HIS FEET! Manson turns around
gets a Spinning backfist from Gionet! Manson staggers back!]
[FACE POP]
[Gionet unloads on Manson with a set of palm strikes. Manson gets
backed up against the ropes, where Gionet peppers him with a series of
forearms to the head of Manson. Gionet then grabs Manson by the neck
and holds his face against the ropes, raking his eyes across it.
Gionet does this as Hopper looks on and does nothing]
FH: Hopper is letting Gionet break the rules, issue a warning already!
The fix is in! Hopper is going to cost Manson the match!
CL: Why didn't you say anything when Hopper was letting Manson choke
out Gionet? It looks like Hopper has decided to let these men
determine the style of the match.
[Hopper finally warns Gionet to get Manson off the ropes. Gionet after
a count of 4 complies. Gionet lets Manson off the ropes, and then
promptly hits him with more forearms to the back of the head. Gionet
puts a front facelock on Manson and begins to drill him with a series
of knees to the face. Gionet lets Manson fall to the ground, Gionet
goes behind Manson and lifts his arms up. Gionet then kicks his head
down to the mat]
CL: Knee strikes followed up by a curbstomp! Looks like Gionet isn't
giving his opponent much a break either.
FH: Gionet doesn't have to give Manson much of anything, he's got the
ref in his back pocket!
[Gionet comes up from behind Manson and puts him in the STF. Gionet is
cranking it up pretty good and Hopper just watches for a bit before he
reacts. Again, people wonder why he takes so long now to call for
breaks and likes to taunt during these holds, but Hopper drops down to
his knees in front of Marcus and starts talking.]
Hopper: Marc....buddy.....what is wrong with this picture? I thought
you were the "misery machine"? I thought you were a big-time
powerload of a wrestler, but right now, it looks like Larry is
treating you like his date for the evening!
FH: This is wrong, referees should not be taunting opponents.
CL: Maybe Hopper is just "encouraging" Manson, the same encouragement
you accused him of giving Gionet when he was getting killed in the
corner.
FH: Maybe Hopper should go back to crying about backstage politics!
CL: Hey now ...
FH: What?
[Manson gets an enraged look and manages to get his arm to the bottom
rope and grab hold of it. Hopper doesn't call for the break at
first. He waits and sees if Manson's hold on that rope will stick.
Gionet is really working hard to increase the torque on he hold.]
Hopper: Wait Marc....give him a sec. Larry is about finished....
[After a few seconds....]
Hopper: Alright Larry.....let him go he said the safe word!
[crowd pops as Hopper counts the 5 count to force a break.]
CL: While being unconventional, Hopper is at least being consistent in
letting the two men take liberties with one another.
FH: You are right if by being unconventional you mean he is trying to
make a fool out of Manson in this match!
[Manson clutches to the ropes as he pulls himself up. Gionet lunges at
him with a flying cross body. Manson see's this, ducks down and Gionet
goes through the ropes. Gionet falls, hitting the ring canvas and then
falling to the floor at ringside.]
FH: Quick thinking by Manson, he might survive this ganging up on him
by Gionet and Hopper yet.
[Manson climbs out of the ring and stands over the fallen Gionet.
Manson picks him up. Manson whips him into the ring steps. Gionet hits
the steps and falls over top of them. Manson picks up the steps and
throws them down upon Gionet. The steps connect with Gionet's
shoulder. Gionet holds his shoulder in pain. Seeing the
opportunity, Manson picks up the steps and crashes down upon his
shoulder again and again. Chris Hopper just looks on, and has yet to
start issuing a 10 count]
CL: Okay fine, Hopper is letting them go but at some time point, he
has to realize this is still a match and not a brawl. Establish some
sort of control, Hopper!
[Mason picks up Gionet and pushes him injured-shoulder first into the
ring post several times. Hopper, seems to have seen enough as he
begins to issue a long overdue 10 count. The count gets to 8 when
Manson finally picks Gionet up and throws him back into the ring, with
Manson stepping through the ropes at the count of 9. Manson stands
over Gionet and glares at Hopper. Hopper folds his arms and looks back
at Manson, as if to say get on with it.
Manson locks on a camel clutch and really cinches it in pulling
back hard. Hopper stands there for a second and looks to the crowd.
Then back to the hold....then back to the crowd and raises an eyebrow
as the crowd pops. Finally Hopper shrugs, throws his arms up to the
side and starts to laugh as he begins talking.]
Hopper: Larry......Larry I know you know how to get out of this
hold!
(CROWD POP!)
Hopper: Come on Larry! Act like you've had a guy on top
of you before!
FH: There goes Harper again showing his complete bias, once again
cheerleading for Gionet! Even Gionet has a look across his face of
annoyance.
CL: I don't remember seeing this bias when Hopper let Manson try to
crush Gionet's shoulder outside the ring. I think Hopper is here to
let these two fight. They want to find out who the toughest SOB in
PVW is? Well let's find out!
[Manson pulls back harder on the neck and Gionet's face is going beat
red from the strain.]
CL: Why is Hopper letting Gionet take this amount of pain. It's clear
he refuses to submit, but its your job to either call for the bell or
make Manson release the hold before he does irreparable damage to
Gionet!
[Hopper, having seen enough, finally taps Manson on the shoulder.]
Hopper: Let it go Marc.....Let it go. You aren't the Sheik and I
won't let you treat him like a guy you met in prison.....get off him
now!
[Again...obligatory 5 count before the break ... Manson lets go of
the hold and Gionet slumps down to the mat. Manson stands over Gionet
and unleashes a series of kicks into the shoulder blade of Gionet.
Manson the lets into Gionet with a series of knee drops onto Gionet's
shoulder. Manson again picks Gionet up again and hoists him up and
turns him upside down. Manson executes a shoulder breaker on the
already injured shoulder. Manson gets up and puts his boot over the
face of Gionet for a cover. Hopper looks at Manson and checks the
shoulders of Gionet. Satisfied, Hopper get down and issues a count.]
ONE ...
TWO ...
... kick out!
(crowd pop!)
FH: That was a deliberately slow count, what more evidence is need to
show that Hopper will not let Manson win this match!
[Manson, furious over the count, gets into the face of Chris Hopper
and the two begin arguing. Manson is making threatening comments and
gestures towards Hopper, who simply respond with a warning that
assaulting him will automatically cost him the match. Manson finally
turns away from and climbs the ropes. Manson goes for a flying head-
butt, but Gionet counters with a rolling cutter]
[MEGA FACE POP!!!]
CL: ROLLING CUTTER!! Just when it looks like Gionet was out, he
changes the fortunes of this match with a move from out of nowhere!
FH: And he has Hopper to thank for it. Hopper deliberately delayed
Manson long enough for Gionet to recover and come to his senses!
CL: Really? Manson chose to get in Hopper's face not the other way
around.
[Gionet gets up but he's holding his shoulder. Manson's assault and
the cutter appear to have taken their toll. Gionet goes for the cover.
Hopper again takes his time and check the shoulders of Manson before
issuing a count.]
ONE ...
TWO ...
... KICKOUT!!
CL: Well that count on Manson was slow but no slower than the one
Hopper gave to Gionet.
FH: You'll have to try harder Larry. Hopper can't single handedly win
the match for you, no matter how hard he tries.
[Gionet picks up Manson and appears to be going for a sleeper. Gionet
falls back and hits Manson with a back cracker. Gionet gets up and
shakes his injured shoulder around before executing a rear naked choke
on Manson.]
CL: Both men going for submission moves in this match, it seems
victory isn't enough. Victory with humiliation to the other is the
desire of both men.
[Gionet extends this move by applying body scissors. Manson, struggles
through the pain and slowly lurches his legs towards the ropes. Manson
gets his foot on the ropes and Hopper looks on before once again
issuing a five count to break the hold. Manson finally get up and
Gionet charges in towards the ropes after Gionet with some forearms.
Manson ducks into the ropes for protection and Hopper finally gets
between Gionet and Manson. Hopper backs up Gionet who has a few words
for him. Hopper lectures Gionet about the rules of the match and tells
him to keep his head in the game. Hopper moves out of the way Manson,
bent down and favoring his neck, lets go of the ropes. Gionet lunges
towards him when Manson suddenly stands up pokes both of his thumbs
into Gionet's eyes. Gionet turns away and Manson hits the back of
Gionet's leg with a chop block. Gionet falls to his back. Manson again
hits Gionet's shoulder with a series of stomps. ]
CL: Manson is going after that Gionet's shoulder like a shark that
smells blood in the water.
FH: When you see an opportunity, seize upon it for all you are worth!
You have to take a big gamble when the deck is stacked against you
like its in this matchup!
[Manson executes a Fujiwara armbar on the injured arm of Gionet.
Gionet struggles and screams out in pain but doesn't submit. Gionet
struggles and reaches the ropes with his foot. Without any hesitation
Manson lets go but immediately pulls Gionet off the ropes and stomps
on the shoulder of Gionet. Hopper warns Manson about such tactics but
Manson ignores him and sits Gionet up and puts him in a crossface
chickenwing, again on the injured shoulder of Gionet.]
CL: And Manson again going after that shoulder. He seems determined to
win the match even if he has to rip the shoulder out of the socket.
FH: Go for it Marcus! End this match with one hand raised in victory,
and other hand holding Gionet's arm torn freshly from his body!
[Marcus stands over Gionet tightening the hold, and the pain is
clearly etched on Gionet's face. Gionet, however is refusing to let go
of the hold and Hopper continues to ask him if he will submit. Gionet
fights through the pain and tries to get to his feet. The crowd urges
Gionet on.]
LARRY!!! LARRY!!! LARRY!!! LARRY!!!
LARRY!!! LARRY!!! LARRY!!! LARRY!!!
LARRY!!! LARRY!!! LARRY!!! LARRY!!!
CL: Gionet, fighting on, despite all the pain, this is why he's called
the PVW Warrior!
FH: This is why Manson will lose the match. Hopper should have called
for the bell long ago. You can bet if the tables were turned this
match would already be over and Hopper would happily raise Gionet's
arm up at the expense of his bitter enemy!
[Manson manages to get to feet and is now dragging himself and Manson
towards the ropes by his bad and overstretched shoulder. Manson,
unable to stop Gionet from reaching the ropes, turns him around and
further tightens the hold. Gionet goes to one knee]
CL: Gionet seems to be finally tiring. Does he have anything left in
the tank to fight this hold?
FH: No he doesn't! Call for the bell already!
CL: It seems Hopper isn't the only one in this match with an alleged
bias.
FH: Shut up Lester!
[Gionet, lowers himself, apparently ready to collapse from the pain,
grabs the back of Manson's leg and pulls himself up. Gionet puts
Manson on his back and pushes Manson into the back of the turnbuckle
behind them.]
(CROWD POP!!!!)
[A stunned Manson releases the hold and Gionet falls back to one
knee clutching his shoulder. Manson quickly rebounds and tries to
reapply the hold. Manson puts him in the hold and tries to cinch it
up, when Gionet counters with a back kick to the groin of Manson.
Manson steps back and clutches his affected nether region. Manson
raises his head as Gionet suddenly hits him a standing side kick.
Manson, falls back and gets tangled in the ropes by the arms!]
[MEGA FACE POP!]
LARRY!!! LARRY!!! LARRY!!! LARRY!!!
LARRY!!! LARRY!!! LARRY!!! LARRY!!!
LARRY!!! LARRY!!! LARRY!!! LARRY!!!
CL: Manson now in a little bit of trouble. He just put Larry through
hell and now looks the favor returned!
FH: He's in the ropes! Hopper do your job and get him out of there.
Don't let Larry do this!
[Hopper, seeing the situation and the potential harm in store for
Manson, simply stands back. Normally the referee steps in and tries to
free the trapped wrestler, but Hopper stands there and just chuckles.]
Hopper: No, no.....by all means, have your way with him.
[Larry, summons up his courage and starts teeing off with rights and
lefts, fighting through the shoulder pain as he buts Manson's nose
open and causes a great amount of bleeding. Rather than step in,
Hopper starts offering commentary.]
Hopper: Just like the good old days, huh Marcus? You know, back when
you were in UEW and you used to beat your wife every night. I figured
I'd let this go on a bit because you deserved to know what it feels
like since she has been dead for awhile and all and maybe you forgot
the good old days!
FH: First biased officiating, now slander! Who does hopper think he
is, spreading the--
CL: --SHUT UP FRED! We don't need to be involved in any of the legal
ramifications that may result from Hopper's comments!
[Manson is absolutely struggling to pry himself from the ropes, his
eyes are filled with anger and his glare is not on Gionet but Hopper.
He looks ready to kill Hopper, given the chance. Hopper eventually
backs Gionet off and frees Manson, who immediately turns to Hopper
with anger over what he said.]
FH: Don't do it Manson, don't give Hopper the excuse to hand the win
to his buddy!
[Manson is inches from Hopper. He is face to face with Hopper and
cocks back his fist ready to strike]
Hopper: Please.....you aren't that stupid to fight for this long and
give it away just because I talked about the wife you killed, are
you? It isn't me you need to worry about right now.
[Manson grudgingly lowers his fist and turns his attention to Gionet.
He looks toward Gionet and gets hit with a jumping knee strike.]
(FACE POP!)
[A stunned Manson tries to get back to his feet. He gets up to one
knee. Gionet runs into the ropes and Manson with a yakuza kick! Manson
is down and is now signaling for his finisher, The Darkness Falls.]
CL: Here comes the Darkness falls, this match looks to be over!
FH: THIS IS A TRAVESTY! Manson got screwed out of this match due to
biased officiating. I hope the officiating board throws the result of
this match out, but they probably won't because they choose Hopper,
and therefore were in on the fix!
[Gionet positions Manson and tries lifting him up. Gionet hoists him
halfway, when Gionet screams out in pain and lowers Manson down to the
canvas.
(Major Disappointment Pop)
Gionet clutches at his damaged shoulder, and drops to one knee in
pain. Hopper goes over to Gionet and asks him if he's ok.]
CL: And Gionet's shoulder has finally given out. Hopper is checking on
him to see if he can continue.
FH: Oh dear, it looks like the match will have to be called due to
injury. That is such a pity. So much for being the toughest SOB in PVW
huh Larry?
[Gionet tries to push Hopper out of the way insisting he can carry on.
Hopper and Gionet argue but Hopper lets him continue. Gionet attempts
the move again, when Manson scores a fist blow to Gionet's groin.
Gionet stumbles back. Manson gets up and puts Gionet's injured
shoulder behind his back and executes a heart punch!. Down
goes Gionet and Manson quickly goes for the cover.]
[POP OF SHOCK AND DISBELIEF]
CL: MANSON HITS THE HEART PUNCH! The fortunes of this match have
changed considerably! Manson, now going to a quick pin!
[Hopper, checks the shoulders of Gionet, before beginning to count.]
ONE ...
TWO ...
THREE ???
CL: Gionet kicks out! Wait is it too late?
[The crowd lets out a collective gasp, and then express anger at the
outcome. Litter and other debris start to fill the ring ...]
FH: Hopper is calling it over.
CL: MANSON wins this match!!! After a tough match between these two
men, it came down to a moment of weakness and the ability to make the
most of a given opportunity for The Misery Machine, Marcus Manson.
Nobody has came close to kicking out of the Heart Punch of the Misery
Machine in the PVW and a millisecond later Gionet would have.
FH: What a great match! Exemplary officiating from Chris Hopper. That
man may have a future in PVW as a referee.
CL: Oh shut up Fred.
[Manson stands over Gionet in triumph. Manson, not satisfied with just
the victory begins once again to kick at the injured shoulder of an
incapacitated Larry Gionet. Hopper looks at as Manson continues to
punish Gionet, post match. Eventually Hopper holds his hand up,
signaling he's seen enough.]
CL: Again Zero Tolerance is being blatantly ignored here on Shattered
Dreams. A reoccurring theme I may add.
FH: People have had enough I tell you.
CL: Well their pocket's may be a little lighter once things are said
and done.
Hopper: That is enough Marcus! You won the match, now leave him
alone! You have had your turn with him!
CL: Your Turn? What, is Hopper talking about?
[Hopper motions for Manson to get out of the way. Manson grins at
Hopper and eventually moves away as Hopper picks up Gionet...and
FLINGS HIM OVER HIS SHOULDER....nailing Gionet with a GTS!!! An
unconscious Gionet turns over as blood explodes from his nose!
[collective WTF reaction from the crowd!]
CL: What is going on with Hopper!?!? Where did that come from?
FH: I don't know what this is about, but I like it! Hopper usually
stinks the place up, but in PVW he may have an agenda I can agree
with.
[Hopper's music kicks in as he slowly stares at Manson with a sly grin
and then slithers out of the ring and up the entrance aisle. Fans boo
Hopper and pelt him with garbage. Manson just stands there, and his
look of confusion slowly changes to a big grin fills his bloodied
face, as he begins to laugh.]
CL: I thought Hopper had issues with Manson. Why did he decide to
attack Gionet instead? I don't understand, was this all a ruse? Is
Hopper pro WMI?
FH: Come on now Chip, where do you get off with that kind of talk. Are
you trying to imply that a man of Hopper's character was biased?
that's crazy talk!
CL: You would know.
FH: And what does that mean?
CL: *sighs* Larry Gionet may have entered the night with a stacked
deck. So much for Hopper having "issues" with both men!
FH: Or does he? Perhaps he just knows who _not_ to mess with. Gionet
did put Hopper's protege under and we haven't seen him in a repable
company since. I seem to remember you going on and on about some Rib
Cracker move.
CL: Gionet a man that allows no injury stand in his path appears to
have another obstacle in his path to the top. However you can bet he
will demand answers from more then just Chris Hopper. This is far
from over.
FH: For Marcus Manson it appears to be.
[Larry Gionet pushes off the EMT who came down to check on him. He
stands in the center of the ring as the fans applaud the PVW Warrior.
A look sits across his face that tells it all. What happened here
tonight will not go unanswered. There will be hell to pay.]
CL: Larry Gionet is going to demand answers. Marcus Manson continues
to go through the PVW unbeaten, but is there some sort of friendship
between Manson and Hopper?
FH: If Hopper was smart he wouldn't piss off Marcus Manson. He just
had an up and close seat at what the Misery Machine is capable of.
CL: Chris Hopper ... I thought he was out of the _wrestling_ business.
FH: Perhaps ... But apparently he isn't out of the "Referee" business.
CL: Just more questions that will hang over our heads as Shattered
Dreams continues. However let's continue to roll through the night as
history continues to be made. Let's go to the back!
[Battered and bruised, the World Champion doesn't need a belt to be
identified. Dressed in his ring gear, The Outcast wraps some tape
around his wrists in the early morning hours of his personal gym.
It's dirty and old fashioned, with hanging bags and dead lift weights
scattered in the background. The streaming glow from the skylight
reflects of the dust and Cole finally lifts his dead eyes to the
camera. Dean Hayes stands by, dressed in his usual suit and tie.]
DH: Rob... I don't know where to begin, Champ. Zero Tolerance
Policy... the Masked Outlaw... Justin Cruise.. the World Title....
This summer has been a roller coaster of confusion and no one knows
where you're standing right now, what you're doing, or what's really
going on with you. Speculation... so much of it to be honest. How are
you feeling?
RC: Emotionally drained, physically exhausted, and spiritually
battered... I'm growing numb to the pain and the horror. I really
don't know... not at this point, but I look down at the title, the
gold, and I see the tarnished reflection of a bloody warrior who isn't
quite the man he used to be. Truth is, I'm not even sure who that
was... but ten years ago? I knew what I stood for and I held one belt
after another and another and another. Some got ripped off my waist
by tougher men, some were lost because the time wasn't right, but I
knew that being the champion meant something... it was this mark of
status, this glory, this symbol for excellence that every single one
of us wants to achieve. I stopped performing moonsaults because my
back couldn't quite wrench smooth enough for the float-over. I use to
hit people, four or five quick shots, in the time it takes me to
deliver one solid blow. I feel the aches when scar tissue stretches
to it's limit, I feel the creaks when my tendons crackle with the
waking moments of every morning... and, Shattered Dreams, the
tarnished glory of everything I've accomplished comes crashing down on
me.
DH: Did you... Did you arrange for the attack on Masked Outlaw? I
mean... it doesn't really make sense and ... I don't know... how does
any of this even make any sense?
[Cole smirks and stretches out his left arm, quirking a grin as he
does so.]
RC: Ignorance is bliss, though... Kids like Foley and Fontana have a
whole world of hurt ahead of them. It's not just the physical pain....
It's the emotional, spiritual, and mental stuff that will dig in deep
beneath the scar tissue and start searing through the years. It took
me ten years to get to this point... to the point where a punk kid
trying to snap my arm just doesn't mean what it used to. To the point
where I find out that I'm hiding in a mask, mocking myself, suffering
from some sort of dissociative experience because of all the years
that have gone by. Because I used to be something different, because
I hate what I've become, because part of me still thinks I can be
something... better? My career feels like a sick joke to me... but the
dirt rags call me one of the best wrestlers in the world, the top of
his game, and all that other crap. What does any of that mean? I'm
wasting early morning hours just to work the kinks out of my limbs, to
keep the blood flowing, and not one of it is going to make me any
better at this point... it just makes everything I do hurt a little
less. I'm able to defend the title one more night... maybe another
night after that... maybe once more, again and again. Someday,
though... someday that all comes crashing down and comes to a very
bleak end.
[Cole rises... wincing as he rolls the stiffness from his neck,
butterflies his arms, and stretches them back to audible cracks as the
tendons stretch.]
DH: Are you afraid of losing your title at Shattered Dreams?
RC: The truth is a little hard to swallow for each and every one of
us. We tend to choke on it rather than swallow, rather than take it
in, rather than accept it... but the truth is that there are a million
voices screaming in each of our heads. Memories and experiences and
hopes and realities, they all sort of crash together on occasion and
they try to tell us who we are and what we're doing... we're products
of nature and nurture, a little of this and that and not all of one
thing or the other. It's all pretty obvious when you... when you
unwrap it, untangle the knots, and straighten them out to see the real
picture, Dean. I could lose... make no doubt about it, I could tap out
to the Cruise Control and I could take one hard DDT and land the wrong
way and *BANG!* that's the end of Rob Coles' championship reign in
PVW. I'm not afraid of losing, Dean... I've lost titles before, I've
lost matches, and I've even lost my mind on more than the few random
occasions that have come up. I've already lost the one thing I cared
about in this business... and I'm not even sure how that happened, to
be honest.
DH: What is that?
RC: Respect. I am the World Champion! And I never claimed to be the
nicest guy in the world, but I've never stopped being the man I have
always been... but the fans started to speculate, the announcers
started to ask some stupid questions, make some accusations, throw
down this idiotic ZTP, and then they throw labels on me from every
direction... the people started booing me, Dean... because I decided
to stop swallowing their filth and their bile, they saddled me up with
every two bit piece of cowardice they could come up with and now here
I am? Hours before the big moment... the big match... and I don't
even know where the Monster ends and the Father begins, where the
Legend was born or if this is where it dies! So people want to
know.... I want to know... "Who is Rob Cole? Who is the Masked
Outlaw?"
DH: Okay... who are you?
RC: I'm the guy who stabbed Chase Williams with a spike in order to
bleed him dry and win the World Championship title... but I didn't pay
off a referee or sell myself out to SSN to keep it. I'm the guy who
wrapped himself in barbed wire to put down the Spectre and send him
packing for greener pastures... but I'm not the guy who sold himself
out to people like the Widowmakers, Perry Fontana, or Alex Martinez
just to get a win. I'm the World Champion who turned his back on
rabid fans calling for blood, calling for pain, heckling my wife, my
son, and me after a casual day at Disneyland... but I've never been
the man to sell himself out by handing his title over when the going
got rough. I wrapped myself in a mask and I heckled myself because I
started to believe the hype, to be the monster, and I forgot all about
the Man... the Father... the Husband... and it's not like anyone here
cares enough to think that I might still be that same guy, the same
person I've always been, because you people just like things to be
neat and black and white and orderly and easy to digest. But I
already told you that the truth is hard to swallow... for me, for you,
and for every single person sitting at home.
[Cole steps closer to Dean, and the smaller man swallows hard...
gulping as he nervously stares at the madman champion.]
DH: You... I don't understand? I'm sorry, but I really don't
understand any of this... what does any of this have to do with Justin
Cruise or the World title? What does any of this have to do with
Shattered Dreams? How does this make any sense at all?
RC: Everything, Dean... it's about who we are and what we dream.
Justin Cruise is a guy I've known for a long time. I've covered all
that in previous interviews, comments, and the like... I have talked
about who I have been and how I kept stepping up to the plate whenever
Cruise would stumble or fall or simply fail. He was happy to let me
do it, Dean... happy to step aside and let the ugly people do the ugly
work, all because he was a little squeamish and a little spic and span
clean. He didn't like the barbed wire, didn't like the chair shots,
the cheap shots, or the morphine shots that came up after all the war
and hell. He was happy to let Retribution run all over him, break him
down, and carry the title for as long as it took a guy like me to beat
him! Justin Cruise is like all those fans out there, the ones who
started booing me when I didn't play the part of meat puppet for their
sick little fantasies! It all makes sense now... the clarity before
the violence, the therapeutic focus, the clear and present desire to
live in the moment. There is serenity where we are going... it's a
horrible and frightening thing, never very pretty and always very
painful. Birth always is, Justin...
[Cole smiles hungrily, and turns to face the camera... ]
RC: ... have you ever seen it? Seen a child come out, inch by
miserable inch as the mother screams and her body shivers, the muscles
contracting, and the fluids that come gushing out? *chuckle* Have you
ever seen the placenta? It's just this mass of bloody wet flesh, a
sack of gore and horror... it's how we all begin, how we all start off
in this world with our throats burned raw from the first breath we
suck into our lungs! This is where we are now, Justin... the birth
canal. I think it's a rightful metaphor, because you want to be the
champion and I'm here for something of my very own that only this
night can give me, and only someone like you can offer, and I know it
sounds crazy but... but thank you. I'm not going to promise you milk
and honey, and you should know better than to expect it. But I'm
going to beat the respect out of you... I'm going to open your eyes,
peel back those lids, and I will FORCE YOU.... Force you to recognize
the fact that I am the World Heavyweight Champion. I will pry open
your mind and you will finally grasp that I jump for no man... that I
will never sell out who I really am, that I will stand and I will
fight no matter how much it hurts me to do it. I traded grace for
brutality, speed for power, and I got older and broke my body down,
but I have never stopped fighting.... And I will make you understand
what that means tonight!
[Fade on those focused eyes, staring with hunger at the camera. The
camera cuts back to ringside where Fred Hoyle and Chip Lester
sit...the crowd has begun to act restlessly as the panning shot moves
up the aisle.]
CL: Wow ... I am at a loss of words. Cryptic words from our PVW World
Champion.
FH: Rob Cole laying it all on the line like only Rob Cole can do.
Tonight one thing is for sure.
CL: What's that Fred?
FH: I wouldn't want to be Justin Cruise.
CL: This is about as focused as we have seem Rob Cole going into a
match. A man that usually goes out there and just get's the job done
has put what we expected to be confusion and clouded focus behind him
... It atleast appears to be that way.
FH: That was the only way Justin Cruise could win. Now his odds just
went out the window.
CL: Our next match promises to be more of a war than a wrestling
match! The two men caused havoc and wrecked many career's together at
one time. Some have called them friends ... Others kindred spirits
... At War Games both men spilt each others blood. Both men set their
targets on one each others back. It's obvious there is some sort of
respect, but it's come time for these two top contenders to settle the
score. Will Doc Holliday take one more step in getting closer to his
final revenge on Rick Marley and the Widowmakers? Or will Xavier Feyr
finish what no other man could do. Break Doc Holliday.
FH: You can bet Feyr will enjoy every second of trying. This isn't a
normal man that you're dealing with...this isn't a guy that goes home
and kisses his wife goodnight. He's more likely to just leave a chalk
outline of the poor sap that looks vaguely like Holliday. Rick
Marley sent him out to put Holliday out to pasture once and for
all...like Old Yeller.
CL: They shot Old Yeller, Fred.
FH: Exactly! Remember, he tried to take Holliday out earlier with
that car...
CL: Disgusting. I can't believe that--
FH: The no one thought of it before! If you have trouble beating
Holliday in the ring, take him out before he gets there! That's
classic Holliday from back in his UEW days!
CL ...
[Chip's retort is cut off as music floods the arena...
[The crowd pops as the lights go out in the arena... then suddenly the
video screen comes to life as words "No Fear" appear on the screen,
accompanied by a sound like a heart beat... the crowd stirs… then
another heartbeat, as the words "No Pain" appear... a third beat as
the final set of words "No Mercy" appear... then the sound of a
panther snarling as a red cat-like scratch tears across the screen...
"blood" runs down from the scratch forming the word "Bloodlust" as the
crowd begins to howl in protest.]
["Bad Blood" by the Ministry begins playing over the PA as red
flickering lights illuminate the entrance area, and a figure steps out
onto the entrance ramp, accompanied by a large entourage of PVW
security personnel, flanking him on both sides. The central figure,
is a man wearing a long black treanchcoat, with a tangled mess of
crimson red hair, pausing for a moment, then flashing a wicked
grin. It is the man known as "Bloodlust" Xavier Feyr.]
CROWD: BOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
CL: The fans here are letting Feyr have it, Fred...they don't like his
pre-match attack one bit!
FH: Right...he's never heard anyone boo him before. Now Feyr will have
to go home and cry himself to sleep.
MUSIC: #What's lies?
#Full moon and thoughts collide
#We look for answers in those
catatonic, dying blod-shot eyes
#We ask if vermin are the ones that
already learned
#Those aren't tears,
#They're just bad bad blood
FH: What's with all the security?
CL: After Xavier's little stunt earlier, they didn't want to chance
anything else spoiling this match, so security is making DAMN sure no
one does anything else until the match starts.
FH: Aw, where's the fun in that?
MUSIC: # Just bad bad blood!
[Another figure steps out from behind the curtain behind Xavier...
this being a slender asian woman in a tight red outfit with various
"cuts" in it, revealing some of her skin beneath. The womans body is
covered in various tattoos, and at her side she carries a short whip,
an impish grin on her face as she steps up next to Xavier and rests an
arm on his shoulder, while PVW security scans the area, seemingly
watching for both attacks on and from Xavier and Lilith, to the pair's
endless amusement. After being given the all clear from security, the
two begin making their way down to the ring. With security continuing
alongside them the whole way.]
CL: I think they're actually enjoying this. How sick are these two?
FH: You sat here with Lilith while she did commentary at T3... do you
really have to ask?
MUSIC: # What lies?
#No big surprise.
#We get our clues from the ones who thought up they will
conquer us
#Are we too fucked to say the end is here too much?
#We're in denial with bad blood
[Xavier stalks down to the ring as the crowd boo's loudly. As he
nears the ring he takesoff his trenchcoat, handing it to Lilith, then
removes his mirror shades, glaring into the camera with his cat-like
eyes.]
MUSIC: # Do you remember the strain?
#Do you remember the pain?
#Do you remember who caused all the blame?
# Bad Blood!
[Xavier slides into the ring and raises his hands for a moment as he
gaze out around the arean, a sadistic grin across his face. He begins
wringing his hands together, clearly cherishing the thought of the
coming battle.]
FH: Xaiver has waited years for this moment. The chance to prove
he's surpassed his maker.
CL: That won't be an easy task by any means, but Xavier pulled an
upset on Doc at the last Heatwave. Now's the time to find if that was
just a fluke, or foreshadowing of things to come.
MUSIC: #Do you remember me?
#Do you remember us?
#Do you surrender your dreams or your trust?
#Bad Blood!
[The lights return to normal, and the music fades, Xavier takes in a
deep breath and looks up extening his hands to either side, almost
like he's thanking God himself for this moment.]
FH: Feyr's in the ring and ready for his sacrifice! Bring out the
meat!
CL: Be careful what you ask for, Feyr!
[The creepy harmonica opening to Enrico Morricone's "Man With A
Harmonica" from "Once Upon A Time In The West" echoes from the PA, and
the lights dim to the New Yorkers go crazy.]
CL: ...'cause here comes PWV's Sheriff!
FH: Deputy Dawg's act is as old as that gimpy leg, Lester.
[Doc Holliday emerges from the back, moving much more quickly than
normal. Ordinarily, he takes his sweet time getting down the aisle.
Tonight, he's power-limping, using his hand-carved mahogany cane and
practically motoring down towards ringside. As usual, he is wearing
his tailor-made old-style suit, of a late 1800's style; a black frock
coat with white silk ruffled undershirt, a topaz-colored shiny
undervest, and long black pants. He also wears a black hat, from
which his long wavy light-brown hair dips to just below shoulder
level. A gold chain can be seen dangling from his suit jacket. The
expression on his clean-shaven face is grim and focused.]
CL: Doc Holliday wasting no time heading to the ring. Normally, he
likes to showboat and use gamesmanship, but tonight he's looking to
get this underway!
FH: Xavier Feyr won't be affected by gamesmanship. Not from Holliday,
anyway. They know each other too well. The fact that this gets the
night over with faster so I can get some sleep is also appreciated.
[Holliday removes his hat and jacket before he even hits the ring,
passing them off to a ring attendant as he rolls under the bottom
rope. Doc bolts straight up to his feet, and points his mahogany cane
right at Feyr with one hand as he unbuttons his shirt with the other.
The fans are jacked up for the confrontation as the music grows in
intensity.]
FH: Xavier wants to go at it right away too, but he's too smart to
charge him now. Doc has a weapon in his hand and is wearing pants
with pockets. Attacking him now would be beyond stupid.
CL: The fans are behind Holliday, but there's no question that he's
cutthroat.
FH: If I somehow found out that he's never literally cut anyone's
throat in his life, I'd be surprised. He's probably packing heat,
too. I'd frisk him for shotguns.
[Holliday finishes divesting himself of his to-ring attire, revealing
his full-length black trunks covered with gold outlines of the symbols
of a gambler's trade (cards, dice, roulette wheel, chips, etc). He
wears black-and-gold wrestling boots as well... but he does not drop
his cane. The music dies down as the introductions begin.]
CL: Holliday is talking to the official...he seems to be demanding
that Feyr be searched for weapons!
FH: Oh, that's rich! Holliday is one of the guys that people go to
for advice on how to sneak stuff into the ring!
CL: Apparently Feyr's made him play a bit on the side of caution as
the ref has gone over and is giving Xavier the once over before the
bell...and amazingly not finding any foreign objects!
FH: Be fair...now check Holliday...I"m betting you find a bazooka in
his boots.
CL: The official is indeed giving Doc the once over...and producing a
pair of brass knuckles, a bag of salt, a roll of quarters, a spiked
flail and a collapsible baton from the veteran, who simply shrugs.
FH: A spiked flail? You've gotten be kidding me! He complains about
ending a man's career? That could kill someone! I demand a DQ win for
Feyr immediately!
CL: I don't think either Doc or Feyr would like that very much, Fred.
FH: Hrm...good point...
CL: Now that the search is over, Holliday FINALLY turns over that cane
to the officials and appears to be ready to begin.
FH: If you think something is keeping a guy like Xavier Feyr at bay,
you hold on to that thing like your life depends on it...even for a
man like Holliday it very well could.
Shattered Dreams
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__ /_/ /_ | / /__ | /| / / One on One Match
_ ____/__ |/ / __ |/ |/ / Doc Holliday v. Xavier Feyr
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Night Two
<<< DING DING >>>
CL: There's the bell, and now we'll get our answer...will Rick
Marley's plan in sending Xavier Feyr out to finish off Doc Holliday
work out for the Widomakers, or will Holliday outmaneuver yet another
opponent and find a way to reach the man that ended his protege's
career.
FH: If Holliday's thinking about anything beyond surviving this match
with Feyr, he's going to end up in a hospital bed right next to Tucson
Kid...it'll be touching...they can share a straw to eat through. Like
a Hallmark card.
CL: You're disgusting. Feyr moving much more purposefully than we
normally see from him.
FH: The match is seconds old, and he hasn't formally attacked
yet...REALLY not what he normally shows us. Where's the blood?
Where's the exposed bone?
CL: Holliday moving cautiously as both men look for an opening...
FH: With how much time these two have spent around one another in a
wrestling ring, I think it's unlikely that either guy's gonna find an
opening...gonna have to reach out and take what you want for this one.
CL: And Feyr has decided to do just that as he springs quickly forward
and plants his shoulder in Holliday's mid section, driving the veteran
to the mat where Feyr fires off a couple of quick shots to the face
that leave Holliday trying to cover up.
FH: The last thing you want is to have Feyr firing away into your
unprotected face while you lay on the canvass...any sign of weakness
he
takes as an excuse for murder...can't say as I blame him, really...
CL: As Holliday brings his arms up, Feyr quickly shifts, sliding on
the side and yanking Doc over, applying a rear chinlock and torquing
back for all he's worth!
FH: ...a...CHIN lock? From Xavier Feyr? I've fallen asleep and my
dream is truly surreal.
CL: Feyr's not normally known for this sort of offense...
FH: More of the sort that involves his opponent getting sent home in a
zip loc baggie...
CL: Feyr moves his grip off of the chin and down onto Doc's throat for
a blatant choke as the official starts the count.
FH: Feyr's smiling at the official, asking him what he thinks will
happen if he gets disqualified.
CL: That's disgusting! You can't intimidate an official that
blatantly!
FH: I have to disagree Chip...he just did...and he brought up a good
point. If Feyr's willing to do stuff like this to other wrestlers,
what's to stop him from doing it to an official...after all, under
Zero Tolerance, if he gets DQ'd, he's suspended...he may as well earn
it, right?
CL: Feyr breaks the hold at 4 99/100's and stomps hard on Holliday's
left hand as he gets up!
FH: Genius! Take away that left jab, and you get rid of one of
Holliday's biggest weapons. Xavier's a thinking man's crazy person.
CL: Feyr in control as he lifts Holliday up quickly, scooping him and
repositioning his arm to bring him down in a classic scoop slam with
his left hand trapped underneath! I think Feyr has Holliday scouted
just like you said, Fred...he's gonna try to take away that left hand.
FH: It's more than just that, Chip...Doc's a south paw...everything he
does, he's better with his left hand...force him to apply submissions
or counters with his right and things can get dicey for him fast.
He's gonna need to figure something out to stop Feyr and do it
fast or he can kiss himself goodbye in this match!
CL: Feyr is on Holliday like a cat, immediately grabbing that left arm
and applying a top wrist lock, really bearing down on the wrist and
trying to do as much damage as possible. Holliday struggles upright
and pushes Xavier into the ropes...sends him off for the ride,
breaking the hold and freeing up Doc's hand...Feyr comes in with an
attempted Lariat, which Holliday ducks...Feyr off the near ropes...and
Holliday plants him with a waist lift powerbomb!
FH: That's not gonna keep Feyr down for long...
CL: No, but it's going to buy Doc some time to regroup, Fred...and
that's all he really needs at this point: limit the damage and look
for an opening he can use.
FH: Against a guy that thrives on Survival of the Fittest? Feyr's not
gonna GIVE you an opening, you're gonna need to MAKE one.
CL: Doc on his feet at about the same time as Feyr and both men move
towards one another! Feyr opens up with a flurry of right and left
hands as Holliday gets beaten to the punch by the faster man!
FH: NOt many people in this business can win a punching contest with
Xavier Feyr...and I hate to say it, but Doc ain't one of 'em
anymore...
CL: OH! But Holliday cuts him off with that left jab...NO! Feyr
counters with a Kimura armbar to...wait! Holliday cuts the move off
with a Russian Legsweep to head off the counter!
FH: Too much dancing.
CL: Holliday in control as he picks Feyr up, shaking his left hand a
bit and hitting a rising knee to Feyr's face that staggers the madman
back into the corner...Holliday follows in with a running Yakuza kick
that rocks Feyr back and brings the crowd to their feet!
FH: YOu know you've sold out when...
CL: There's nothing wrong with the crowd appreciating your work, Fred.
FH: Not if you haven't changed, there isn't...but when you've sold out
your friends, that's just sick and wrong.
CL: That's rich coming from you! Holliday moves Feyr out of the
corner and sends him for the ride again...and he nails the flying
forearm, sending Feyr crashing to the mat!
FH: Watch for the roll through! Wait! Feyr is rolling too!
CL: Feyr has the combo well-scouted, and he's right up as HOlliday
comes to his feet! Feyr grabs a handful of hair and jumps,
guillotining HOlliday's throat over the top rope and sending him
crashing to the floor below!
FH: Outside of the ring is NOT where you want to be with
Feyr...especially because...well... Here comes Lillith.
CL: Feyr's manger has come over, still behind the red line, but
she's got that whip in hand and is screaming at Holliday. Feyr comes
outside and immediately stomps on Holliday's hand as the fan favorite
tries to come to his feet...then picks him up by the hair and slams
that left hand into the ringpost! And again! And a third time as
Holliday looks to be in a lot of pain in the early going!
FH: Xavier's really taking it to his former boss...wonder if he really
WILL end up in a bed right next to Tucson Kid?
CL: It'll take more than a sore left hand to stop a man like HOlliday,
Fred...and you know it. Feyr tosses Holliday hard shoulder first into
the ring steps, then throws his former friend back under the bottom
rope and into the ring, sliding in immediately afterwards. HOlliday
coming slowly to his knees, clutching his left hand to his chest as
Xavier approaches...but Holliday lunges forward, grabbing Xavier's
head and hitting a jawbreaker to once again buy himself some breathing
room!
FH: Holliday is as sneaky as they come...whether he's wearing a stupid
white hat or not...I've got to give him credit for that.
CL: Speaking of sneaky, look who just joined us at ringside...Mark
Masterson, Nick Wright and Marcus Manson...it looks like all of the
Widowmakers here in New York have decided to pay a visit to Holliday
at ringside...
FH: I can't imagine that Doc is happy to see them...
CL: Doc's noticed, and now has to keep an eye out for that side of the
ring...he knows that ZTP doesn't really do much to dissuade that pack
of jackals...
FH: That's why they're still the most effective stable in wrestling
today, Chip...
CL: Feyr is coming to his feet, shaking his head as Doc rises to his
feet and charges, hitting a running swinging neckbreaker to put Feyr
back down on the mat! Holliday back to his feet and picks Feyr up by
the hair, slapping on a side headlock for a moment...
FH: Look at Feyr flailing! Holliday's driving his thumb into Feyr's
throat during that hold!
CL: It certainly looks that way, Fred...you've said yourself,
Holliday's not above taking some shortcuts if the opportunity presents
itself...and now Holliday picks Feyr back up, glances over at WMI,
then hits a vertical suplex on Feyr.
FH: I have a feeling we're gonna be saying 'glances at WMI' fairly
often from here on out...
CL: Holliday with the cover...
ONE !!!
FH: No way! Feyr with a strong kickout...WAY too early to even think
about ending this match yet.
CL: True, but every time you force someone to kick out, they use
energy...and for a guy like Feyr, the less energy he has to beat on
you with, the happier you are...Holliday shakes his head, then picks
Feyr up and sends him for the ride...Holliday with the flying forearm!
FH: And the roll...NOW we'll see the legdrop...
CL: NO! Holliday seems to be showboating on the apron...Feyr's back
up and moves in...but this time Holliday's ready for him! Doc reaches
over the ropes and rakes the eyes, then drags Feyr over the top rope
and onto the apron!
FH: I smell danger, Chip.
CL: Holliday with Feyr's leg, lifts him for a kneebreaker...AND FALLS
OFF THE APRON, SPIKING XAVIER'S KNEE INTO THE APRON!
FH: Even for a guy with Feyr's pain tolerance, that's gonna be a
problem!
CL: Feyr is down and clutching his knee, his face contorted in pain as
Holliday comes to his feet...and trips over a network cable!
FH: Trips nothing, look what Lillith has the other end of in her hand!
CL: Finding more shortcuts, as always. Holliday is back up quickly,
rolling Feyr back into the ring as WMI's hitman comes gingerly to his
feet, only to have that same right leg chop blocked out from under him
by a diving Doc Holliday.
FH: Well, I guess Doc decided it was only fair to trade your left hand
for his right leg...now both of them have lost one of their primary
advantages...Holliday no longer has that left jab and without being
able to push off that leg, Feyr won't be nearly as explosive.
CL: Holliday back to his feet as Xavier struggles to get vertical once
again. Holliday moves in and Feyr simply leans against the ropes,
sing their support to take some pressure off of that damaged knee.
Holliday trying to get to the side, but Xavier maneuvering to
keep him in front...and look at him smile over Doc's shoulders at the
WMI section...
FH: More importantly, DOC saw him do it...Holliday glances over his
shoulder, only to see WMI in their seats and holding up a sign "Hey
Doc, made you look."
CL: OH! But the distraction is costly as Holliday turns back and
catches a lunging lariat from Feyr that nearly turns him inside out!
FH: Apparently he's still explosive if he only needs to take one or
two steps...
CL: Feyr follows him in immediately with an armbar, really locking it
in and moving that left wrist of Holliday's around for all it's
worth...but Doc counters by punching Feyr in the right knee, and he's
finally forced to break the hold!
FH: Chip, these guys are really trying to tear each other to
pieces...and they're supposed to still be friends! Can you imagine
what they'd do to people they DON'T like?
CL: I suspect Rick Marley thinks about that fairly often,
actually...Feyr grabs Holliday's hair while still kneeling and slams
Doc's face into the mat before making his way over to the ropes
and leveraging his way up...
FH: I don't think that knee's gonna feel better any time soon, Chip.
CL: Neither do I, but I don't think Feyr will let that stop him...if
Doc Holliday is the most driven man in this business, Feyr may be the
second...NOTHING stands in his way when he's after an important win...
FH: Nope...not the rules, not his friends, not his family, not his
health...nothing. The man is obsessed.
CL: And right now the object of that obsession is back up and moving
in...he fakes a collar and elbow tie up, and dives in and grabs that
right leg...AND PUTS FEYR DOWN WIHT A DRAGONSCREW LEGWHIP...AND HE
ROLLS IT THROUGH INTO A HALF CRAB!
FH: Way too close to the ropes...Feyr's...not grabbing them...
CL: Feyr seems to be banging his head on the ground...clawing at his
face...
FH: Oh dear lord...whenever Feyr sees blood, he goes NUTS, Chip...I
think he's trying to trigger that on himself, and Doc doesn't see
what's happening!
CL: Feyr got his forehead busted open and is pounding on the mat like
a madman...and manages to turn over with surge and break the Half Crab
Holliday was holding him in...and he simply lunges on top of Doc,
snarling and throwing wild punches as he does so!
FH: If the ref doesn't DQ him, this could win the match for Feyr!
CL: He's really pounding Holliday as the official seems to have
decided to just let it go rather than do his job!
FH: His job is to let 'em fight it out, Chip...this ain't a sewing
circle, it's wrestling! We don't bother with that "Don't hit 'em when
they're down" MMA nonsense!
CL: Holliday's busted open now as Feyr slows down...and lays on top of
Doc for the cover...
FH: This could do it!
ONE !!!
TWO !!!
CL: NO! HOlliday still has too much left for Feyr and gets a shoulder
up just after the two count! Feyr gingerly back to the ropes for help
to his vertical base as Holliday comes groggily to his feet in the
middle of the ring...blood is masking both men's faces as they.
eye each other up from across the ring.
FH: This is the part in the match where they'll both have to dig down
to see what they've got inside of 'em...its no longer about
skill...about strength...about cunning. This is straight up a contest
of wills, Chip. Who WANTS this win more...who NEEDS it more. Nothing
else matters any more.
CL: As scary as it is, I have to agree with you. Holliday moves in
and fires a series of right hands at Feyr, who responds with a series
of punches of his own. Feyr coming out ahead, and Holliday ducks a
haymaker, spinning Feyr around and giving Doc an opening to hit a
dropkick to the back of Feyr's knee!
FH: And Feyr went down like he got shot!
CL: Holliday grabs that leg and pulls Feyr away from the ropes...and
applies a figure 4 leg lock! Feyr's in the middle of the ring with
nowhere to go! He's in trouble Fred!
FH: Except that Feyr has never submitted in a match in his
life...ever.
CL: Every man has a limit...every Feyr!
FH: Let me know when you find it.
CL: Holliday really pressing down on the Figure 4 as Feyr tries to
fight through it...and... HOLLIDAY GRABS THE ROPES FOR EXTRA LEVERAGE!
FH: Oh, it's fine when Holliday does it, but the second someone you
DON'T like pulls the same trick they need to be held for war crimes at
Gitmo...
CL: I didn't say I approved...just pointed out what he was doing.
Feyr is roaring in pain and refusing to submit as the official checks
him...and HOlliday releases the ropes...
FH: Which are now bouncing.
CL: And the official noticed...he's asking Doc if he was pulling on
them, but Doc's saying no.
FH: He'd NEVER lie at a time like this...
CL: The official turns back to check on Feyr...and HOlliday right back
to the ropes, but this time he gets caught, as the official demands
for him to break the figure 4...
FH: Outsmarted himself.
CL: HOlliday is back up and in control as he picks Feyr up by the
hair...Xavier fires a couple of punches into Doc's mid section, but
Holliday works through them and sends Feyr crashing into the
turnbuckle...the follows him in almost immediately with a Yakuza kick
that sends him slumping the mat. Holliday picks Feyr up by the
hair once again and sends him for another ride across the ring...and
follows in yet again, but this time Feyr rolls out of the corner
before the Yakuza kick lands! Feyr holds the top rope and nails
HOlliday in the back of the head with a stiff Maui Thai kick that
buckles Doc's knees!
FH: That could be a game changer right there!
CL: Feyr right behind Holliday, using his left knee and firing a
series of knees into HOlliday's back! The ferocity of the attack is
amazing after what he's been through...he's...he can't be human, Fred!
FH: I've been telling you that since he got here.
CL: Feyr moves away and limps Holliday into the middle of the ring,
then sends him for a ride... AND NAILS A STIFF SPINEBUSTER!
"___THUUUUUUUUD___"
FH: He just hurt himself to hurt Doc! Look at Feyr clutch at that
leg!
CL: Clutch it or not, Feyr's right back over after a second...standing
over Holliday...AND DELIVERING THE KILLER INSTINCT! FEYR NAILED THE
FALLING HEARTPUNCH, and here's the cover!
FH: He could get him!
ONE !!!
TWO !!!
THREE !!!
CL NO! Holliday gets the shoulder up JUST before the official counted
three count!
*** RELEAVED POP!!! ***
FH: I thought for sure that Feyr had him that time, Chip.
CL: Feyr up to his feet, still heavily favoring his right leg as he
picks Holiday up...and plants him with a hard snap suplex...and moves
immediately in and locks in an STF!
FH: Again, this move can't be doing Feyr's legs any favors either,
Chip...the man's tearing himself apart to try to beat Holliday...I've
never seen anyone with so little regard for their own well-
being...well...except you when you start talking smack about guys
like Rob Cole or The Spectre...
CL: Feyr's got that STF locked way in and is wrenching away like a
madman as Holliday screams in pain...refusing to give in!
FH: And this is a guy that didn't really want this match to begin
with...he wants Rick Marley, not Xavier Feyr! Holliday should just
tap...live to fight another day!
CL: Holliday doesn't know the meaning of the word quit, Fred.
FH: His lack of vocabulary's gonna get him killed.
CL: Holliday's trying to fight his way out...trying to claw his way
over to the ropes as Feyr savagely pulls on the STF...he started off
feet...now he's down to inches away, his fingers desperately reaching
out for the bottom rope...
FH: Almost like his life depends on it...which it very well may!
CL: FINALLY! Holliday has the bottom rope and the official's calling
for the break! Feyr's not letting go...
FH: Raise your hand if this is a surprise.
CL: FINALLY after the official counts AND has to physically pull him
off of Holliday! And look at the stare that the official just got
from Feyr.
FH: Like a the way that a mouse reacts when a cat has him trapped.
CL: Feyr picks Holliday up and drills a couple of hard right hands
into his face...he pushes Holliday over into the corner and puts him
up onto the top rope...and climbs up...
FH: He's looking for The Purge! If he hits this, it's over!
CL: NO! HOLLIDAY PUSHES FEYR HARD, SENDING HIM CRASHING TO THE MAT!
HOLLIDAY UP...MISSILE DROPKICK TO FEYR'S RIGHT KNEE!
FH: NO!
CL: Holliday up...he sets up Feyr in a pumphandle position...ACE IN
THE HOLE! ACE IN THE HOLE! HE KEEPS THE LEG HOOKED, AND HERE'S THE
COUNT!
*** PIN HIM POP!!! ***
ONE !!!
TWO !!!
THREE ???
!!!!!
<>
HD: Here is your winner...
Doc Holliday!
CL: Holliday comes gingerly to his feet as his hand is raised, looking
around and taking in the adulation from these fans... NO! Nick Wright
hopped the rail and Holliday ducks a clothesline and hits a standing
dropkick on the Made Man ...and here comes Manson and Masterson!
[Boo's rain from the fans as the numbers become too much for the tired
Doc Holliday.]
FH: WMI is sending Holliday a message: he may have won the battle, but
the war is far from over!
CL: Masterson grabs Holliday and picks him up with Wright heads off
the official...and nails him with an gutwrench powerbomb and the Made
Men pick Holliday up as Manson gestures to Feyr to come get his pound
of flesh...what's this? Feyr's shaking his head and walking away!
FH: Looks like he's got the answers he was looking for, Chip.
CL: Feyr limping towards the back, one hand on the rail as the rest of
WMI watches him walk... Holliday groggily being supported by The Made
Men. Manson turns and shrugs with a sadistic grin on his face...AND
BLASTS HOLLIDAY WITH A HEART PUNCH!
"___CRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNCHHHHHHHHHH___"
*** MASSIVE HEEEEEL HEAT!!!! ***
CL: OH GOD, WE NEED HELP IN THERE! WHAT ABOUT ZERO TOLERANCE!
FH: *I* wouldn't climb in there with those guys when they're in a
hurtin' mood...
CL: Security finally coming into the ring as WMI calmly makes their
way to the back under a chorus of boos...
FH: Jason Keening's security has been quite busy. You know the sayin
Lester?
CL: What's that?
FH: You can't suspend em' all!
CL: Somebody has gotten in the ears of the boys in the back. Months
of pretty flawless policy and here at Shattered Dreams it has went out
the window.
FH: I told you ... The animals have smelt the sent of fresh meat again
and there is no caging them again. You can bet Jason Keening knows
this!
CL: Folks before we get to our final two matches. I would like to
introduce our next PPV ... It's come full circle ... We aren't that
small time wrestling promotion struggling to survive in Phoenix any
longer, but we take our roots very proudly and on April 13th, 2008 it
was a historic date for us ...
[Cut to the classic PVW phoenix backdrop ...]
Out of my ashes
will rise a new phoenix.
[Challengers who have a claim to the throne. Images of Doc Holliday,
Alex Martinez, Gibson Hayes, and Rick Marley roll through.]
A soaring being
returning from death
proving once again
that life is eternal.
[Highlight clips of exciting superstars ... Tommy Ryder soaring
through the air. Perry Fontana counters into yep you guessed it
armbar. el Outlaw LOCO counters a powerbomb. Scott Nielsen perched
at the top of the ropes. Mike Cox diving through the ropes with
flash bulbs abound.]
I live forever
because the spirit
never dies.
[Warriors of the PVW fight every week. Spectre smiling ... Caleb
Foley wiping away the blood from his eyes. Chase Williams standing as
the hand of god. The Rage brothers standing side by side. Tom Landis
slapping hands with the fan. Sinister standing menacing and snarling.
The Mercenary standing tall as he does each and every week.]
I will return
in another body
in another time,
but it is me.
[William Craven green skinned and alive. Danny Daniels beating down
the legend known as Jack Griffin. Xavier Feyr driving his fist down
into some poor schmucks chest. Larry Gionet ignoring injuries
fighting on because it's what he does.]
The me who is me now
will always be.
[Justin Cruise countering a waistlock and driving his opponent down.
Marcus Manson lifting his opponent up with ease and launching him
across the ring. Made Men walking with style. Wild Cards standing
off with Pain.]
As long as I live,
I learn.
And I live
F o r e v e r
[Herscher von Donkerhardt making a cross pose with his arms. Dark Soul
looking towards the ring. Will Geddings soars through the air. Rob
Cole on his knees broken from the fact he just found out he was the
Masked Outlaw and we fade to Rise From the Phoenix II logo ...]
*** ROARING RFTA II PREVIEW POP !!! ***
CL: That's right folks ... The Phoenix rises again! We return to
Phoenix for the first time in 2009!
FH: Oh god ... Can't we stay here on the east coast?
CL: We have come a very long way since Chase Williams and Caleb Foley
let loose for the PVW Heavyweight Championship ... The days of Chris
Hartt and RJ Souza ... And Outlaw versus Christopher Michaelson. When
the Phoenix rises again this time the whole worlds eyes will be upon
it!
FH: And Mr. Called Shot will become Mr. PVW!
CL: That is yet to be decided.
FH: You saw that performance last night. Is there any question? I
mean the stars are lining up. It's only a matter of time until Rick
Marley climbs to the top of the mountain.
CL: First he has to go through Rob Cole or Justin Cruise. Ladies and
gentlemen the following match is a first in the history of the PVW!
FH: And let's not forgot Lester a rarity in this business as a whole.
Ladies and gentlemen tonight you will bare witness to an UNHOLY WAR!
CL: That's right Fred. And for those of you who have never seen an
Unholy War this is what you are in store for! Eight teams ... Four
start the match off and as one team is eliminated another enters the
match with the PVW tag team champions, Urban Legend entering last.
FH: But let's not forgot the beauty of this match Lester, in this
match Zero Tolerance is pointless!
CL: That's right Fred, eight men in the ring at one time and NO DQ!
BUT we have been told that managers are still not allowed across the
red line here tonight!
FH: That's BS Lester!
CL: It's for their own safety Fred. With the amount of mayhem that
will be occurring PVW in the match the PVW Championship Committee that
was the best possible way to protect those who are not in the match.
FH: And Unholy War is beginning!
[The arena lights dim and laser lights begin to play along the
rafters. After a moment a breathy woman's voice comes over the PA
system and asks "Are you ready to go Wild?"
"Wild Side" by Motley Crue kicks into high gear over the announce
system as two figures appear at the entryway.
The first is a well built man with short cropped sandy blond hair
wearing a black long legged singlet with purple tights over the top.
On the outside of his black wrestling boots there is a picture of a
pair of dice (showing snake eyes).
The second, and larger is a heavily muscled, bald man with a goatee.
Standing nearly seven feet tall, he wears a black long legged singlet
with purple tights over the top. On the outside of his black
wrestling boots there is a picture of a pair of cards (Jack of Spades
and Ace of Spades...which matches the tattoo on his right bicep). He
wears black elbow and knee pads to finish off his gear. Judd Marley is
carrying a black doctors bag.]]
CL: THE WILD CARDS are the first team in unholy War!
[The fans erupt into applause as the two men make their way down to
the ring slapping hands with the fans as they go. Jack stops and
hands out signs to various fans. The camera focuses on a few of them
and sees Jack will hand out signs supporting the following: Universal
Healthcare, Bureaucrats in Washington, The AMA. Also signs reading :
Wild Cards: The only SANE choice for healthcare, Mal is CRAZY for
socialized medicine, and PAIN has healthcare prices so low, they're
INSANE.]
FH: What blatant disrespect for the good doctors of the PVW!
CL: (chuckles)
[Red Hot Chili Peppers' "Johnny Kick A Hole In The Sky" hits the PA
system as the fans begin to boo. Masterson exits backstage and takes
a position in the center of the entrance platform. He looks down, and
raises his fists into the air, accompanied by flashbang-style
pyrotechnics. Behind him, Nick comes bursting onto the entrance
stage.]
FH: Team number two is the MADE MEN!
CL: I have told that Jason Keening decided as punishment for their
interference after the Xavier Feyr, Doc Holliday match that Made Men
would be one of the starting four teams!
FH: This has set up written all over it! Keening has put these two
fine gentlemen at a complete disadvantage!
[Visibly pumped, he solicit reactions from the crowd. The two make
their way to the ring side by side focused on the task ahead.
Masterson rolls inside the ring rolling his neck as Nick Wright
perches on the nearest turnbuckle, beating his chest.]
[An air raid siren is heard. This is followed by the sound of machine
gun fire, alternating with a deep, low boom and the sound of planes
flying overhead. Finally, there is a long, whistling sound that grows
higher in pitch, followed by a loud explosion as pyro goes off in
front of the entranceway. The crowd cheers as The Offspring's
"Hammerhead" starts to play. As the smoke from the pyro clears, the
crowd quietens slightly when they do not see anybody emerging from the
backstage area. Almost immediately, the crowd pops again as, off to
the side of the entranceway, coming through a larger doorway of
Madison Square Garden, a black truck is pulling into the arena.]
# I AM THE ONE #
# CAMOUFLAGE AND GUNS #
# RISK MY LIFE #
# TO KEEP MY PEOPLE FROM HARM #
[Standing on the bed of the pick-up truck is none other than "El
Savaje" Joseph Rizal Estrada who, in lieu of his normal ring attire,
is dressed in a pair of shorts with a green, black and reddish-brown
camouflage print, a pair of black knee pads and a pair of black boots.
He is wearing green and black camouflage paint on his face. Estrada is
also carrying a black flag, with the image of a court jester in red
and the words "JOKERS" and "WILD" in semicircles above and below it
respectively. His partner, who has been driving the truck, sticks his
head out the window. As usual, his face is painted like a clown's,
only this time with black face paint over a green base. As Harley
Quinn O'Connor pulls himself up onto the top of the truck's cab, we
see that he is dressed in camouflage pants of a similar design to his
partner's shorts.]
# AUTHORITY #
# VESTED IN ME #
# I SACRIFICE #
# WITH MY BROTHERS IN ARMS #
[Both men are now standing on top of the truck. O'Connor has his arms
raised, circling his fist in the air, while "El Savaje" waves the
Jokers Wild flag. He uses it to point to the ring, while Harley Quinn,
one hand on his hip, looks over with a grin on his face. He leans
towards his partner and tells him something. Estrada, with the flag
pole resting on his shoulder, nods and chuckles at something his
partner says. With a nod to each other, both men climb off the top of
the truck, Estrada first securing the flag to the back of the cab, and
stride towards the ring.]
CL: And here comes team number three JOKERS WILD!
[As the two make their way down the aisle, only once or twice does
Estrada reach out to slap the hand of a fan, while O'Connor is lagging
slightly since he is high-fiving and slapping the hands of as many
fans as he can.]
# I'LL TAKE A LIFE #
# THAT OTHERS MAY LIVE #
# OH, THAT'S JUST THE WAY IT GOES #
# I'LL SHUT MY EYES #
# IT HAMMERS IN MY HEAD #
# WHERE IT'LL END, NOBODY KNOWS #
[Reaching the ringside area, Estrada climbs onto the ring apron and
steps through the ropes, into the ring. O'Connor, meanwhile, takes a
running start and slides under the bottom rope. Popping up, he raises
both his arms. O'Connor is soon joined by his tag team partner, who
has his left arm raised. As the music starts to fade, they high-five
each other and head to their corner, where they await the start of
the match, going over last-minute strategy as Estrada stretches.]
CL: And here comes the fourth and final team needed to start this
Unholy War!
[The dull throb of a single snare drum is heard as the lights dim. Red
and white spotlights shine on the entrance.]
*BRUMP*
*BRUMP*
*BADDABADDABADDABADDABADDA BRUMP*
*BRUMP*
*BRUMP*
*BADDABADDABADDABADDABADDA BRUMP*
FH: It's CANADIAN LEGACY!
[The last echo of the drum fades out, and then the guitar twang of
"Last American Exit" by The Tragically Hip starts to play, as the boos
pick up quite a bit.]
# You know the reasons I can't conceal #
# You know I'm leaving you obviously know how I feel #
# You know I'm tired of crawling 'hind my name among the crowd #
[Alain MacDonald, Marc Denis step out onto the ramp, side by side.]
# It's not a matter of wrong or right #
# It ain't much better than drinking and looking to fight #
# It's not as easy as calling out your name when I'm down #
[Denis with his brown hair cut short, wears a red and white singlet.
MacDonald, the huge man, wears a pair of red shorts, with white tape
wrapped around each of his wrists.]
# I'm on the last American exit to the northland #
# I'm on the last American exit to my homeland #
# I'm on the last American exit to my last chance #
# They keep calling out my name - I shout it down #
CL: That's it Fred! These four teams are starting off PVW's first ever
UNHOLY WAR!
FH: But too bad for many of them they might not last to see the end of
the match!
Shattered Dreams
___________ ____ ________________________________________
___ __ \_ | / /_ | / / Unholy War Tag Team Titles:
__ /_/ /_ | / /__ | /| / / POR,Livestock/Gutch, Made Men, Wild Cards,
_ ____/__ |/ / __ |/ |/ / Jokers Wild, PAIN, C-Legacy, U-Legend [c]
/_/ _____/ ____/|____________________________________________
Night Two
<<< DING DING >>>
[All eight men stand in the ring, partners side by side, as they all
glare at the multitude of opponents.]
FH: You can cut this tension with a knife Lester!
CL: The bell has sounded already but these men are just eyeing one
another ...
FH: And it's surprising that the Made Men haven't made the first move
...
CL: Come on Fred, the odds are even now. When Wright and Masterson
attacked Holliday earlier tonight the numbers game was in their favor
...
[Suddenly Nick Wright spins on his heels and rushes for Judd Marley
Mark Masterson right on his heels.]
FH: And the Made Men are attacking the Wild Cards right off the bat
and Canadian Legacy has gone after Jokers Wild! And the WAR HAS BEGUN!
CL: Fred, this match isn't even a minute into the action and we have
bodies all over the ring. Judd Marley and Nick Wright are tangled up
in the corner and Marley has gotten control of that exchange as he
pushes Wright back first into the corner and just drives his knee into
the midsection of Wright.
[Wright doubles over and Marley grabs him by the back of head but
keeps Wright's head where it is and drives his knee into the nose of
Wright. Wright has no where to go as Marley is drives a second knee
once again into the nose. Marley locks on a side headlock and takes
four steps forward but Wright pushes him off as he leaps into the air
and Marley smashes back first into the mat. Wright shakes his head
briefly as Masterson catches Baldwin with a chop across his chest.
Masterson pushes Baldwin to the ropes and Wright rushes forward and
connects with a dropkick that forces Baldwin to the ring ropes. Marley
has regained his footing and grabs Wright from behind spinning him
around ...]
FH: Marley catching Wright square in the jaw with the right hand!
CL: And Estrada and O'Connor are whipping Alain MacDonald into the far
side corner. It appears Marc Denis was tossed to the floor in the
opening moments by Jokers Wild.
FH: Don't feel bad about missing it Lester, Canadian Legacy has been
mission in action for months so it's not like anyone noticed you blew
the play by play!
[O'Conner grabs Estrada by the arm and Irish whips towards MacDonald,
Estrada lowers his head and Spears MacDonald into the corner! Estrada
steps back as MacDonald drops to the mat. Estrada stomps on the chest
of MacDonald as he tries to pull himself to his feet. A third straight
stomp stops that and Estrada rushes back to his partner, who once
again Irish whips him into the corner ...]
FH: Ass Attack! Ass Attack! By God, it's an Ass Attack!
CL: The Gutch's head was sandwiched between the turnbuckle and, um,
Estrada's ass! And here comes O'Connor with a running knee right to
the head.
["El Savaje" follows that up with a cannonball senton and Harley Quinn
hits a low dropkick. Both members of Jokers Wild pull MacDonald out of
the corner and onto his feet. They turn around and wrap one leg each
around each of his legs.]
CL: JOKERS WILD! Double forward Russian leg sweep! MacDonald is in a
world of trouble here!
FH: Estrada looking for the early elimination!
ONE ...
CL: And Baldwin has grabbed Wright by the throat and heaves tosses him
into the corner.
TWO ...
FH: Wright hit that corner with authority and Jack Baldwin is rushing
forward ...
[The crowd moans as Wright barely moves out of the causing Baldwin to
ram the corner chest first.]
CL: Baldwin misses the Avalanche Splash!
THRE ...
FH: And Marc Denis just pulls Estrada off of his partner with inches
to spare! O'Connor should have been paying better attention but he's
got Denis now and hoists him up ... Vertical Suplex! Marc Denis was
just Suplexed onto his own partner!
[Wright and Masterson are doubling teaming Marley in the far corner.
The older Marley has his hands up blocking the rights from Masterson
but Wright drills the knee of Judd with a vicious kick that crumbles
him to one knee.]
FH: And now Masterson is clubbing down on the head of Marley.
CL: You have to think that the captain of Widows Maker Inc is smiling
...
FH: This is what the Made Men do Lester! They are tag team a well
oiled machine. Tommy Ryder kept them distracted for months. For all we
know if it wasn't for Ryder the Made Men could have been the ones to
take the titles from the Wild Cards instead of the Prophets of Rage.
[Masterson grabs Marley t o his feet and Irish Whips to the ropes. As
Marley rebounds Masterson drops to a knee ...]
CL: Nick Wright with a Drop Toe Hold and Marley is slammed face first
into the knee of Mark Masterson!
FH: Like I said a well oiled machine!
[Baldwin is slowly staggering back to his feet as MacDonald just
connects with a Samoan Drop on Estrada. Marc Denis has grounded
O'Connor and is choking the life out of the bigger member of Jokers
Wild. Baldwin rushes forward towards Masterson who has pulled Marley
to his feet and placed him on his shoulder ...]
CL: Baldwin dropped with a Drop Toe Hold by Wright and Marley is
planted into the mat with the Powerslam.
FH: Masterson can perform that move like no one else in the PVW. And
MacDonald hoists Estrada into the air like a rag doll ...
CL: Gorilla Press Slam!
[Estrada hits the mat in a heap as Denis catches O'Connor with an
inverted Atomic Drop. Marc Denis smiles for a moment before catching
O'Connor in the guy with a swift kick and spiking him into the mat
with a DDT. Estrada tries to push himself back to his feet but
MacDonald lines him up and drives the point of his boot into
the side of Estrada's head. Estrada slowly rolls towards the apron as
MacDonald grabs O'Conner and places him position for a piledriver. As
MacDonald begins to lift O'Connor into the air O'Connor begins to rain
rights down into the forehead of MacDonald.]
CL: O'Connor trying to fight out of the Powerbomb attempt ...
FH: Does O'Connor this he is Outlaw?
[Masterson and Wright double whip Baldwin who lunges forward and
catches MacDonald with a Chop Block. As MacDonald's knee buckles out
from under him.]
CL: Baldwin with the Chop Block and MacDonald can't support the weight
of O'Connor!
[MacDonald slams onto his back and O'Connor continues to drive his
right hand into the forehead of MacDonald. Marc Denis rushes towards
the near side ropes and catches O'Connor in the jaw with a Dropkick.
O'Connor falls off of MacDonald but as Denis gets back to his feet
Baldwin stands up and grabs the smaller Denis by his neck and lifts
him into the air ...]
CL: CHOKESLAM! Baldwin Chokeslams Denis as Masterson connects with a
Backbreaker on Marley. Wright from the second rope and drills an elbow
across the throat of Marley. Estrada is back to his feet and he
Springboards to the top rope ...
FH: Some flipping kick onto Nick Wright!
CL: A spinning heel kick drives Wright to the mat, probably saving
Marley from further damage!
[As Estrada gets back to his feet Masterson catches him with a vicious
right hand. Estrada is rocked backwards and Masterson follows up with
a second one sending Estrada back to the ropes. Masterson charges
forward but as he does so Estrada ducks and sends Masterson crashing
to floor outside.]
FH: And this is where things can get interesting!
CL: Wright is back to his feet and he catches Estrada with a
Clothesline! Both men crash to the floor!
FH: Made Men and Estrada on the outside! Denis is just trying to pull
himself to his feet after the Chokeslam and MacDonald is back to his
feet and he charges Baldwin!
[The crowd erupts as the two beasts begin to exchange rights and lefts
in the center of the ring.]
!!! CCCLLLAAANNNGGG !!!
CL: Estrada was just tossed head first into those steel steps by a
Double Whip from Made Men!
FH: And the made Men are stalking Estrada pulling him to his feet ...
[Masterson scoops Estrada up and Body Slams him across the top of the
steel ring steps. The crowd moans in pain as Estrada holds his back
and rolls from the stairs to the concrete floor. Wright pulls Estrada
up and whips him back first into the ring apron. Wright grabs Estrada
by the head and just heaves him head first into the steel barricade.
As Masterson grabs Estrada pulling him to his feet O'Connor leaps
from the ring apron and catches Wright with a Double Axe Handle. He
grabs Masterson and spins him around. Masterson swings wildly and
O'Connor ducks. He slips behind Masterson catching him in a Full
Nelson and drives him back first into the concrete floor with a Full
Nelson Slam.]
CL: Made Men are down for the moment on the outside and O'Connor is
checking on his partner as Denis leaps and catches Baldwin in the back
with a Leaping Knee. Baldwin is forced to the mat and MacDonald drives
his knee into the back of Baldwin's head.
[MacDonald shifts his attention to Marley as Denis continues to stomp
away on the back of Baldwin's head.]
CL: Marley showing a slight limp as he takes a swing at MacDonald who
blocks it and connects with kick to the knee of Marley! Marley is down
again and O'Connor is sliding into the ring again as Estrada somehow
is back to his feet and pulling Wright to the floor so that he can't
get back into the ring!
[Baldwin pushes himself to his feet as Denis drives a boot to the ribs
Baldwin. Baldwin sucks up the pain as he reaches his feet. He places
his big hand across the throat of Marc Denis and just tosses him into
the ropes. Denis bounces off and is caught by a kick to the midsection
from Estrada as Baldwin grabs MacDonald from behind and catches him
with a head butt to the back of the head. MacDonald drops to a knee
and
Marley stands up driving his fist into the side of MacDonald's head.
MacDonald shoves Marley back and stands to his feet. Baldwin though
catches him with a forearm to the side of the head rocking MacDonald.
Marley whips MacDonald to the far side ropes as he screams for Baldwin
to climb to the top rope. The crowd explodes as O'Connor catches Denis
and drives him to the mat with his Ace Crusher ...]
CL: Harley Quinn Crusher!
ONE ...
[Marley drops MacDonald with a Drop Toe Hold.]
TWO ...
[Baldwin leaps from the top rope driving his skull into the back of
MacDonald's Skull.]
CL: They call that the Migraine Maker!
THREE !!!
FH: And O'Connor has eliminated Canadian Legacy! Marc Denis and Alain
MacDonald will not be the next PVW Tag Team Champions!
CL: Both members of Canadian Legacy are out on their feet as the Wild
Cards and Harley Quinn O”Connor force them to the outside.
[O'Connor sees Estrada battling both members of Made Men on the
outside and steps through the middle ropes as Baldwin checks on
Marley's knee. Marley motions that he is fine as Breaking the Law by
Judas Priest begins to play.]
FH: And it looks like the next team is going to be Livestock and The
Gutch!
[But just as quickly as it starts it stops and FM Revolvers Black Dove
begins to play.]
CL: Wait a minute that's the champion's music! Why is it playing?
[As The Wild Cards look towards the back in stunned disbelief Estrada
is tossed into the ring post as O'Connor is thrown into the ring
steps.]
CL: I've been told Dean Hayes is the back with an update. Let's cut to
that real quick as the Made Men are hitting stereo Suplexes on the
outside on Jokers Wild!
[Backstage. Dean Hayes is standing before the locker room door of
Livestock and The Gutch.]
DH: Chip, I have just been informed that Zeke Craven has pulled a
major coup here tonight! Apparently on the last Damage Control where
Livestock pinned Semi Zeke Craven had put a clause into the contract
saying that if Livestock won the match by pinning Semi Livestock and
The Gutch would have the final slot in Unholy War here at Shattered
Dreams!
CL: WHAT?!?
FH: I've told you Zeke Craven was a genius Lester!
DH: And the Championship Committee is standing by that contract.
[Cut back to ringside.]
CL: I can't believe it!
FH: Believe it Lester cause here come the champs!
[A slightly red-tinged light provides ambiance to the entranceway as
two figures step out, causing a large pop to ripple through the crowd.
The two men immediately make their way to the ring, the much larger of
the two pausing occasionally to slap hands with the fans.]
CL: As the champs walk down the aisle Made Men deliver thrust kicks to
Estrada and O'Connor.
[The towering Semi wears makes long, easy steps towards the ring,
wearing clean black jeans, a matching black tank covered by a tabard-
cut PVW shirt. His face is devoid of the usual grin, though he
manages a wry smirk at one well-merchandised child along the aisle. On
the other side, the Stalker stares intently towards the ring through
his Tears of Blood mask; the Made Men slide in to the ring and rush
behind Baldwin and Marley who are awaiting the tag team champions. ]
FH: And the Made Men blind side Baldwin knocking him to the floor
through the middle rope! Masterson is quick to follow him as Wright is
greeted by a right hand from Marley.
CL: Urban Legend is taking their sweet time coming to the ring ...
FH: And honestly Lester, this might be the smartest thing I have seen
them do! Wright with a kick to the mid section of Marley ...
CL: But Marley catches the leg of Wright and an Enzugiri by Wright!
Judd hits the mat! And on the outside Masterson has Baldwin and just
rams his head into the ring post!
FH: I'm not sure Baldwin has enough in his head for that to have any
real effect!
[Jack Baldwin snaps back and looks directly at Masterson shaking his
head no. Slowly he begins to smile as he suddenly hits a raising knee
to the midsection of Masterson doubling him over. Baldwin grabs the
head Masterson and begins to slam it into the ring steps. After five
consecutive shots to the ring steps the crowd chants SIX, SEVEN,
EIGHT, NINE, TEN! Each number with coinciding with Masterson's head
bouncing off of the ring step. ]
CL: Masterson looks out on his feet as and a head butt by Baldwin
sends
Masterson crashing to the mat.
FH: Incoming!
[Baldwin turns around in time to catch his partner who was just tossed
over the top rope by Nick Wright. Baldwin puts Marley down just in
time to be run over by Semi who catches both men with a Running
Clothesline. Stalker slides into the ring.]
CL: Superkick! Wright is up and over that top rope to the floor!
FH: He just landed right next to Semi who pulls him up ... GOD LORD!
PRESS SLAM ONTO THE CONCRETE FLOOR!
CL: Urban Legend is taking no prisoners here tonight as they are just
taking shots at anyone who moves!
[Jokers Wild is back to their feet and O'Connor and Estrada rush Semi
catching him off guard after the Press Slam and stagger him back
towards the steel guard rail. The two smaller men continue to pound at
Semi but he finally regains a bit of his footing and shoves them away
from him ...]
CL: PLANCHA! Stalker up and over that top rope crashing onto Jokers
Wild!
FH: The only man in the ring right now it Jim Pearson and by the
expression on his face I think he is glad to be there by himself.
CL: Mayhem is breaking out on the outside! All eight men are just
pounding away at one another ... wait a minute Jack has grabbed the
ring steps!
!!! CCCLLLAAANNNGGG !!!
CL: And Masterson just met them! Masterson staggering around trying to
stay on his feet ... SPEAR! O'Connor just drilled him with a Spear
sending him crashing to the floor! I think O'Connor may have just
inadvertently spared Masterson from a shot from those ring steps!
!!! CCCLLLAAANNNGGG !!!
FH: And Baldwin doesn't care as he just leveled Estrada with the ring
steps!
[Estrada hits the concrete floor as if he has just been shot.]
CL: Estrada has taken a bit of punishment from the ring steps since
the bell rang but the way Baldwin just swung the steps I would be
surprised if Estrada moves again tonight!
[Nick Wright slides under the bottom rope before Baldwin can swing the
steps at him. As Baldwin winds up to connect with Semi; Stalker leaps
connecting with a Dropkick that sends the ring steps into the head of
Baldwin. Marley grabs Stalker and takes him down with a Released
German Suplex!
FH: Too many men on the outside and Stalker just realized that if your
head isn't on a swivel here tonight you'll pay dearly!
CL: Masterson is down, Estrada is down and I think blood is flowing
from his forehead now and Stalker is grabbing his neck in pain as
Semi, Baldwin, Marley, Wright and O'Connor are all back in the ring!
FH: Four teams and only one of them is a fully function unit in the
ring at the moment!
[Baldwin and Marley begin to square off with Semi as them try and herd
him to the corner like a wounded animal. Nick Wright though rushes
forward Chop Blocking Baldwin sending him to the mat. Wright is
quickly to his feet but O'Connor is right behind him.]
CL: Russian Leg Sweep on Nick Wright; as Semi has just grabbed the
throat of Judd Marley.
FH: Semi looking to send Marley to hell with a Chokeslam ...
[The crowd moans as Judd catches Semi below the belt with a kick to
the groin. Marley double underhooks the arms of Semi and drives him
into the mat with a Double Arm DDT.]
CL: Crapshoot! And Marley is floating over Semi ... he's looking for
it and he's got it locked in! SNAKE EYES!
[Semi lets out a monstrous yell as Marley wrenches in his version of
the Crippler Crossface. O'Connor looks towards Semi for a moment as
he struggles to escape the hold but he doesn't care as he pulls Wright
back to his feet and executes a Swinging Neckbreaker. On the outside
Stalker has gotten to his feet and slides into the ring. With a head
of steam he rushes off of the far side ropes ...]
!!! SSSMMMAAACCCKKK !!!
FH: Dropkick and Marley has to release the Snake Eyes.
[Estrada has also gotten to his feet and is slowly pulling himself to
onto the ring apron as O'Connor grabs Stalker and executes a
Jawbreaker. As Stalker grabs his jaw in pain; O'Connor drags Stalker
towards the corner. He pulls Stalker to his feet, picks him up for a
body slam and drops him face first onto the top turnbuckle.]
FH: SNAKE EYES!
[The Urban Legend member is dazed but still on his feet. Estrada
springboards himself onto the top rope and launches himself with a
flying forearm smash that brings Stalker down.]
CL: Estrada with blood dripping from his head levels one half of the
tag team champs!
FH: And too bad for him that Mark Masterson has slid back into the
ring! Masterson catches Estrada with a kick to the gut ... Gutwrench
Powerbomb ... and Masterson ducks the running lariat from Baldwin!
It's like he has a sixth sense in the ring just feeling the retard
trying to run him down!
[All eight men are once again in the ring. Bodies are everywhere as
Made Men are once again a unit taking advantage of the weaken Estrada
tossing him to the floor and turning their attention to O'Connor.
Baldwin and Semi are trading rights and lefts as Marley slides over
and tries to steal a pinfall on Stalker.]
ONE ...
[O'Connor grabs Wright by the tights and tosses him through the middle
rope to the floor. Estrada quickly pulls Wright up ...]
TWO ...
!!! CCCLLLAAANNNGGG !!!
FH: And Nick Wright meets the steel guardrail head first!
CL: Only a two count as Stalker thrusts his shoulder up!
[Marley slaps the mat in frustration and stands to his feet. He heads
to the corner and begins to pull at the top turnbuckle cover.]
CL: Marley trying to pull that top turnbuckle cover off as Estrada
slides back into the ring. And I can't believe it a dazed Nick Wright
is coming in as well. I figured that he would still be on the floor!
[O'Connor shoves Masterson off of him and points at Stalker. Masterson
looks at him and nods as O'Connor heads over and clips the leg of
Semi. Baldwin connects with a head butt on Semi and then pulls him to
his feet as Wright and Masterson pull Stalker up.]
FH: It seems everyone is gaining up on the champs now!
CL: Marley has that turnbuckle cover off!
FH: And Baldwin drives the skull of Semi into it! Semi staggers back
and there's Jokers Wild!
CL: Masterson has Stalker up in a Double Choke and Wright has ascended
the top rope!
FH: DOUBLE FORWARD RUSSIAN LEGSWEEP BY JOKERS WILD ON SEMI!
CL: And Estrada and O'Connor are going for a double pin!
[Nick Wright leaps off of the top rope and the crowd pops as Wright
leaps off of the top rope drilling Stalker with a Lariat.]
ONE ...
FH: THE UNMAKING! Stalker is out!
TWO ...
CL: And the Wild Cards are just watching Jokers Wild pin Urban
Legends!
THREE !!!
FH: THAT'S IT! URBAN LEGENDS IS GONE!
CL: WE WILL HAVE NEW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS TONIGHT!
["Humanitarian", a modified-lyric version of "Real American" by Rick
Derringer, begins to play over the PA. The crowd let's forth a chorus
of boos as they PAIN is about to enter the fray of Unholy War!]
MUSIC: #When it comes crashing down and it hurts inside..
#Just give Mal a call and you'll be alright...
#If you hurt your head and you hurt your spine...
#Mal will fix it up and it'll all be fine...
[As the crowd continues to boo Dr. Mal Practice and Ohno Ow step out
onto the entrance ramp, waving and blowing kisses to the crowd much
like your stereotypical politicians. Some extra movie cameras seem to
be around, and Ohno is directing most of his attention towards them.]
CL: PAIN is number 6 and we'll see if they can last in this. At least
Ohno Ow is entering WITH his tag team partner and wearing the white
PAIN trunks this time. Maybe they'll be a coordinated team tonight.
(chorus)
#MAL IS A HU-MAN-I-TARIAN!!
#Ending the pain of every man!
#MAL IS A HU-MAN-I-TARIAN!!
#Doing what's right, to save your life!
[As they make their way down the aisle, Ohno is suddenly attacked by a
bunch of ninja! Mal looks around confused as a group of seven ninja
swarm Ohno... they attack Black Ninja Style, which is to say one at a
time, and Ohno fends them off with surprising ease.]
FH: BLACK NINJA ATTACK!
CL: WHAT?!
[As the black ninja attack begins the Wild Cards lean over the top
rope motioning for PAIN to get to the ring and Made Men and Jokers
Wild begin to brawl anew.]
FH: All Hong Kong action stars have to deal with random Black Ninja
Attacks. It's an occupational hazard.
CL: This is crap and a waste of time! In the ring Masterson has gotten
the advantage on O'Connor and takes him to the mat with a Belly to
Back Suplex. Estrada whips Wright to the ropes and levels him with a
Flying Forearm!
[One of the ninjas slips on something, and Ohno stops in disgust. He
yells out "CUT!", and demands the ninja get back in their hiding
places. He then turns on his heel and begins marching back up the
aisle towards the entrance curtain. Mal just stares after him like
his partner has lost his mind. The music cuts, and Ohno waves
Mal to follow him. The fans boo this nonsense. Wright rolls to the
ring apron and begins to stand to his feet. Estrada is right there and
reaches over to pull Wright to his feet by hair. The Wild Cards leave
the ring and walk towards the aisle way.]
CL: Wait... what's going on?
FH: That idiot ninja screwed up the entrance. Gotta shoot it again.
CL: WHAT?!
FH: You seem to be saying that a lot.
CL: Masterson pulls O'Connor back up to his feet and once again takes
him over this time with a Belly to Belly Suplex.
["Humanitarian" starts up again, and the crowd's REALLY letting them
have it now. Mal and Ohno return to the ramp and pose again, though
Mal seems to not be as much into it as Ohno is. Ohno turns towards
Mal, and he puts an extra-cheesy fake grin on, just in case his
partner decides to restart the entrance again due to lack of
enthusiasm. Mal then rolls his eyes when Ohno turns away.]
MUSIC: #When it comes crashing down and it hurts inside..
#Just give Mal a call and you'll be alright...
#If you hurt your head and you hurt your spine...
#Mal will fix it up and it'll all be fine...
CL: This... is some world-class stalling, Fred.
[Masterson climbs to the top rope and leaps ...]
FH: That's not stalling. That's perfectionism. Oh, look, I bet we're
gonna have another random Black Ninja Attack.
CL: Masterson finds the heart of O'Connor with that Elbow Drop! And
Estrada is trying to bring Wright back into the ring with a Vertical
Suplex, but Wright blocks it once, he blocks it twice ...
FH: And Wright reverses it! He's got Estrada up in the air and both
men go crashing from the ring apron to the floor!
CL: Masterson with a cover!
[Again, the Black Ninja swarm Ohno, and he takes them on just as
before... same moves, same sequence. This time, Mal loses his
patience and just heads to the ring.]
ONE ....
(chorus)
#MAL IS A HU-MAN-I-TARIAN!!
#Ending the pain of every man!
#MAL IS A HU-MAN-I-TARIAN!!
#Doing what's right, to save your life!
TWO ...
CL: Ohno Ow finishing the last of the Black Ninja, as his tag team
partner is just watching him shaking his head. Now I'm not so sure
about their continuity.
FH: O'Connor gets his shoulder up!
CL: and the Wild Cards go rushing down the aisle and collide with
PAIN!
[The crowd erupts as the Wild Cards and PAIN begin to throw rights and
lefts at one another! Baldwin catches Mal with a Forearm that staggers
him back a step, and Baldwin finishes the stagger by pushing Mal back
first into the steel barrier. Mal hits with authority but rushes
forward, right into a Bear Hug from Baldwin.]
CL: Baldwin using his massive bear-like arms to try and squeeze the
life out of Mal's body!
FH: This move is very dangerous as Baldwin could break a rib or two of
Mal!
CL: There's no love lose between these teams and because of that I
don't think Baldwin would care if he did break Mal's ribs!
[Ohno whips Marley hard into the guardrail and rushes forward trying
to sandwich Marley against the guardrail but Marley lifts his boot
catching the good doctor in the jaw.]
CL: Ohno staggering back and now Marley is rushing him ... Backbody
Drop! Judd Marley writhing on the concrete in pain ...
FH: He's flopping around looking like a fish out of water!
CL: And Mal head butts Baldwin! He head butts him a second time and
this
time the head mirror shatters from the impact!
FH: And the second one was the charm as Baldwin drops Mal!
CL: Mal reaching for the doctor's bag ... and he just dropped Baldwin
to the ground with a shot from the doctor's bag! What the hell is in
that bag!
FH: There's nothing in it! Mal is just as strong as the Hulk! And mind
you Lester I believe Hulk is now a trademark of the Disney company!
[Ohno pulls Marley to his feet and whips him at Mal who once again
connects with the doctor bag.]
CL: Marley hitting the ground like a pound of bricks!
[Mal begins to walk methodically towards the ring where O'Connor is
ducking under a clothesline and rebounding off of the ropes. He
connects with a Leaping Shoulder Tackle that sends Masterson to the
mat. Ohno grabs Judd Marley and Hot Shots him across the top of the
outside barricade. He looks around to make sure the black ninjas are
still laid out and then cuts a quick pose for the camera before
heading to the ring, flashing a cheesy smile for the camera as he does
so. Estrada is being helped to his feet by Nick Wright who grabs him
and whips him hard towards the ring steps; Estrada though leaps onto
the ring steps, but Nick Wright charges forward and dropkicks the ring
steps out from under Estrada sending him crashing to the floor.]
CL: The Wild Cards are down in the aisle way and PAIN is in the ring!
Ohno grabs O'Connor and lifts him up locking on a Front Chancery as
Mal violently pulls Masterson to his feet by his head.
[Ohno lifts O'Connor into the air for a Snap Suplex but instead of
landing on his back he lands on his butt maintaining his grip on
O'Connor's neck delivering a modified Neckbreaker.]
FH: Ohno calls that the Cut! And Mal begins to lift Masterson into the
air with a Vertical Suplex ...
CL: Spinal Tap!
FH: What? The Willinghams are too cheap to have a celebrity guest in
attendance like them!
CL: That's what Mal calls his modified version of the Swinging
Neckbreaker!
FH: I knew that I was just testing you Lester!
CL: We have simultaneous covers now by PAIN!
ONE ...
[Nick Wright slides back into the ring with Estrada right now his
heels.]
TWO ...
[Wright dives at Ohno as Estrada dives at Mal.]
THRE ---
CL: NO! Estrada and Wright both save their partners!
FH: After the abuse that Estrada has taken I'm shocked he was able to
make it in time!
[Estrada wipes the blood that is dripping from his head out of eyes as
Mal gets to his feet and drives him to the mat with a Power Lariat.
Ohno kips up to his feet and drives a Palm Thrust square into the
chest of Nick Wright. Wright gasps as the air pushed from his body.
Jack Baldwin slowly begins to push his way to his feet as Judd
Marley reaches up and grabs a hold of the steel barricade pulling
himself ever so slowly to his feet. Mal grabs the much smaller Estrada
and heaves him onto his shoulders in a Fireman's Carry position as
Ohno slides out of the ring and grabs a staff from under the ring
apron.]
CL: A staff? What the heck?
FH: It's the movies Lester. You can always find a weapon handy in the
movies.
[Ohno slides back into the ring as Mal begins to spin around ...]
FH: Mal using an Airplane Spin!
[After seven rotations Mal spots spinning but heaves Estrada off of
his shoulders and straight down to the floor over the top rope. The
crowd gasps as Estrada falls face first to the floor. Ohno meanwhile
drives the end of the staff into the gut of Nick Wright who tries to
cover up as Ohno connects with a staff strike to the side of his leg,
a second one to the rib cage and the third one connects to the side of
Wright's head knocking him through the middle rope to the floor. Ohno
takes three steps backwards and rushes forward.]
CL: Ohno using the staff as a pole vaulter's pole to clear the top
rope ...
[Ohno clears the top rope and extends his leg for a flying kick but he
clearly misses Wright, who is on one knee in front of him by a good
nine or ten feet.]
FH: Will someone please get Ohno a better contact prescription!
[Ohno begins to scream at Wright like he is an extra on the set, and
this allows Jack Baldwin to clean his clock with a straight right
hand. Wright charges towards Baldwin who catches him and connects with
a Twilit-a-Whirl Backbreaker. Marley reaches under the ring and pulls
out a table and the crowd begins to go nuts as both Baldwin and Marley
set it up on the outside. Marley grabs Wright placing him on the
table and just as he lays him on it ...]
!!! CCCRRRAAASSSHHH !!!
[...Harley Quinn O'Connor comes crashing down on top of Wright! Marley
looks towards the ring in shock and slides under the bottom rope as
Baldwin looks at the sky shaking his head. Baldwin reaches under the
ring and pulls out a second table.]
CL: Masterson just threw O'Connor over the top rope to the floor! Too
bad for him Mal has grabbed him in a double choke and lifts him into
the air!
[The crowd cheers as Judd Marley catches Mal with a low blow forcing
him to drop Masterson. Masterson and Marley shove the bigger Mal into
the corner. ]
FH: Marley and Masterson working together here for the moment as they
both grab Mal's head.
[Ohno looks at the carnage near the ring placing his foot on O'Connor
a smile ear to ear before he slides under the bottom rope. As he does
so Masterson and Marley run out for a double Bulldog but Mal shoves
both Masterson and Marley off of him and Ohno catches Marley with a
kick to the head dropping the legend to the mat. Mal grabs Masterson
and lifts the bigger member of Made Men up with a Back Suplex and
Ohno is quickly there with grabbing the head of Masterson and driving
him to the mat with Reverse Neckbreaker as Mal finishes the Back
Suplex.]
CL: Doctor's Orders! Masterson is done and Ohno going for the cover!
ONE ...
[Estrada slides into the ring as Baldwin. Baldwin though rushes
forward and shoulder tackles the big man down to the mat. Estrada runs
forward driving his elbow into the head of the fallen Mal.]
TWO ...
[Ohno motions for the camera to get close up shot as the ref's hand
falls for the three count.]
THREE !!!
CL: And Made Men are gone!
[The houselights go down to be replaced by purple spotlights. Smoke
fills the arena and the broad, slow, deep, gloomy notes of Chopin's
"Death March" suck the joy out of the arena. The curtains part and out
sweeps the Angel of Death, Shadoe Rage. In sharp contrast to the
dirge, Rage is animated. He wears his sparkling sequined cloak. He
throws out his arms, flourishing to the dirge's heavy beat. His
partner, Derek Rage strides out from behind the curtains. He wears a
boxer's robe with the hood up over his head. He looks like a giant
Grim Reaper.]
CL: And here come the Prophets of Rage!
FH: hands on favorites to win this match! I mean the Prophets have
dominated the PVW tag team ranks since they debuted! I would love to
see them as the first two time tag team champs!
[Shadoe Rage pulls of his sunglasses and hands them to a child at
ringside. His eyes burn with an almost inhuman fever. Shadoe rushes to
the ringside area and pulls O'Connor to his feet and slams a right
hand to the side of O'Connor's head. O'Connor, still weak from going
into the table staggers back but maintains his footing, Shadoe fires
back with a second and a third and as he swings a fourth time O'Connor
blocks it and connects with a right of his own.]
CL: O'Connor fighting back on the outside as the Made Men slowly make
their way back up the aisle.
[Shadoe ducks a wild clothesline and Derek Rage grabs O'Connor by the
throat and lifts him high into the air and Chokeslams him through the
second table Baldwin set up.]
!!! CCCRRRAAASSSHHH !!!
CL: O'Connor through a second table!
FH: And Baldwin throws up his hands in disgust! I wonder if he's
hoping they will serve food during the match.
[In the split second that Baldwin's attention Mal is back to his feet
and grabs Estrada by the head and throws him to the floor. Where he
lands at Shadoe Rage's feet. Baldwin turns back and is met by a right
hand from Mal knocking the big man back a step. Mal rushes forward
looking to connect with a Power Lariat, but Baldwin ducks and Mal runs
by him towards the far side ropes where Derek Rage grabs he top
rope and Mal flips over the top to the floor. Shadoe Rage has picked
up the staff Ohno had only a few moments before ...]
!!!SSSMMMAAACCCKKK !!!
!!! SSSMMMAAACCCKKK !!!
CL: Two shots from the staff by Rage across the back of Estrada! But
Estrada is slowly pushing himself up and ...
FH: And Shadoe is mocking him daring him to get back to his feet ....
!!! SSSMMMAAACCCKKK !!!
[Estrada is drilled across the skull with another shot from the staff,
blood flies in a all directions. Derek is standing across the throat
of Mal and Ohno runs to the far side ropes and catches Baldwin with a
beautiful running knee that doubles the big guy. Suddenly in a flurry
he connects with alternating kicks to the thighs of Baldwin, one to
the side of his head and then he hits a beautiful bicycle kick to
the head dropping Baldwin to the mat.]
CL: Ohno using his extensive martial arts background there to work
over Baldwin there ... wait what's Ohno doing?
FH: He's pulling Baldwin up and motioning for the camera to change his
position ... he wants another shot from a different angle. Here it is
a the alternating kicks to the thighs ...
CL: And Marley grabs Ohno from behind ...
FH: He's ruining the second take!
CL: Release German Suplex! Ohno is folded up like an accordion!
FH: And Derek Rage has dropped to his knee and his slamming Mal's head
into the floor!
[O'Connor begins to stir on the outside but barely as Shadoe grabs the
bloodied Estrada and tosses him into the ring. Shadoe slides into the
ring as Baldwin pulls Ohno to his feet and Baldwin picks Ohno up for a
Vertical Suplex, but instead lands them crotch first over the top
rope, so that they're straddling it...he then grabs the rope and
bounces it up and down with gusto till he falls.]
CL: Jack Baldwin using the Hold ‘em's Revenge there on Ohno!
!!! SSSMMMAAACCCKKK !!!
FH: And Rage drills Marley with the staff ...
!!! SSSMMMAAACCCKKK !!!
FH: And there's one for Baldwin!
!!! SSSMMMAAACCCKKK !!!
FH: And hell one more for Estrada!
[The crowd boos as Shadoe Rage hoists the Staff high in the air. He
tosses the staff to the floor and begins to climb the ropes. On the
outside Mal has battled his way back to his feet and catches the
bigger Rage brother below the belt with low blow. As Rage doubles over
Mal drives a knee into his forehead and quickly wraps one arm
across the chest of Derek and sweeps Derek's leg with his own leg to
slamming Derek Rage back-first into the concrete floor!]
FH: Mal levels Derek Rage with an STO!
[Flash bulbs begin to flash through out Madison Square Garden as
Shadoe Rage leaps off of the top rope in a Moonsault ...]
CL: The Angel of Death Drop!
FH: Shadoe Rage just drove his elbow into the heart of Estrada!
ONE ...
[Ohno has returned to his feet. He glares at both members of the Wild
Cards on the mat but waits for Shadoe Rage to stand.]
TWO ...
[Ohno continues to motion for Shadoe to stand, as Mal rolls into the
ring.]
THREE !!!
CL: Jokers Wild is gone!
!!! SSSMMMAAACCCKKK !!!
CL: And that Round House Kick nearly decapitated Shadoe Rage!
[From the impact Shadoe Rage is sent snapping back into Dr. Mal, who
snatches him with a reverse tilt-a-whirl suplex. Ow does not stop
running, as he bounces off the far rope with a big windup kick to the
head of the downed opponent.]
FH: Defribluator! I'm betting that Shadoe Rage wishes he was
decapitated now!
#There I was completely wasting, out of work and down,#
FH: And here comes the final team of Unholy War!
["Breaking the Law" by Judas Priest plays, and with no lighting
effects, no fanfare, just the words "Livestock and the Gutch" on the
PVW video screen, a pair of big men in black shirts printed to look
like suit jackets and ties carrying briefcases emerge from the
entrance portal.]
#all inside it's so frustrating as I drift from town to town.#
#Feel as though nobody cares if I live or die,#
[The fat one, Gutch, does a silly little dance for the crowd as
Livestock points out to the crowd, then slaps his free hand on his
briefcase.]
CL: And Livestock and Gutch are taking their sweet little time coming
to the ring!
#so I might as well begin to put some action in my life#
#Breaking the law, breaking the law!#
FH: Like you can blame them. These two men pulled off a great coup
tonight and they are the freshest men out there! Sure the Rage
brothers came out like five minutes ago but Derek was drilled with an
STO on the floor and we just saw what happened to Shadoe.
[At this, they begin walking down the aisle.]
#Breaking the law, breaking the law!#
#Breaking the law, breaking the law!#
[Still walking.]
#Breaking the law, breaking the law!#
CL: Don't count the Wild Cards out Fred ...
FH: Oh please Marley can barely walk on of his legs right now and
Baldwin has set up two tables ...
CL: Both of which has had someone sent through it ...
FH: Waiting for his dinner to arrive!
[The crowd applauds the effort of Jokers Wild as they slowly make
their way to the back. As the pass by Livestock and Gutch they glare
and mouth we're the ones who beat the champs!]
CL: The crowd showing respect to Jokers Wild and those two young men
deserve it! They eliminated two twos tonight in Unholy War Canadian
Legacy and the now former champions of Urban Legend! Without a doubt
these two men made their marks on the PVW tag team division!
FH: They turned a few heads here tonight but the only thing that
matters in this match is becoming champion and tonight they pulled up
short!
CL: The Rage brothers are down leaving only the Wild Cards and PAIN in
the ring as Livestock and The Gutch continue to slowly saunter to the
ring!
[Livestock taps Gutch on the shoulder and the two men take off towards
the ring. Livestock easily begins to distance himself from his partner
and slides under the bottom rope with the briefcase in hand. He stands
to his feet and nails Baldwin with a briefcase to the head, he swings
at Marley who ducks but Livestock drills Ohno with it instead. Marley
attempts to grab the briefcase from Livestock's hand but Gutch has
finally hit the ring and drills Marley in the back with his briefcase.
Livestock spins around and tries to catch Mal with the briefcase, but
Mal blocks it and rips the briefcase from Livestock's grip. Livestock
with a quick kick to the gut of Mal and Gutch finishes him off with a
briefcase shot of his own!]
FH: I've heard that's how the end all board meetings!
[Derek Rage steps over the top rope and absorbs a briefcase shot from
Livestock. Livestock looks at the briefcase which now has a dent in it
and drives it into the skull of Derek again, and once again barely an
effect. Gutch drives his briefcase into Derek as well and finally the
big man waivers! Livestock with a quick kick to the gut ...]
!!! CCCLLLAAANNNGGG !!!
CL: Overturned! Derek Rage just had his skull crushed between those
two
briefcases! Look at the confidence in the eyes of Livestock ...
[Suddenly Livestock is drilled in the back from a leaping knee of
Shadoe Rage.]
FH: Shadoe back up after the Doctor's Orders and he's out manned right
now as PAIN and the Wild Cards are still trying to pull themselves to
their feet!
[Shadoe catches Livestock with a left and another left and a third
left.]
C: Shadoe Rage showing boxer speed in those left jabs but he forgot
about Gutch!
[Gutch grabs Rage from behind and locks on a Full Nelson. Livestock
tattoos Shadoe with a right hand and a second right hand.]
CL: And Marley spins Livestock around as Baldwin drives his foot into
the side of Gutch ...
FH: Wait is Baldwin having problems pulling his foot from the gut of
Gutch?
CL: NO! Wait ... NO! No he's not!
[As Livestock and Marley exchange rights and lefts Baldwin is trying
to go toe to toe with the Gutch but everything he fires at the big man
seems to be absorbed.]
FH: The Gutch reminds me of Marvel's Blob ... wait am I supposed to
call it Disney Marvel now?
CL: ...
FH: Either way Baldwin is trying to ... are you serious! He's trying
to scoop Gutch up. Like it takes a genius to realize that won't
happen!
[Ohno hits the far side ropes and leaps catching The Gutch in the back
of the head with a Spinning Heel Kick. Gutch staggers but doesn't
fall. Baldwin with a mafia kick and again Gutch still won't fall down.
Baldwin looks at both members of PAIN and drops behind Gutch as PAIN
rushes off the ropes and connects with a double clothesline sending
Gutch sprawling to the mat over Baldwin's back. Ohno looks at the
camera as though he has slain the mighty beast himself. Baldwin hooks
the leg for the cover.]
ONE ...
TWO ...
CL: And Gutch kicks out! And Baldwin is punted in the head by Ohno!
Mal grabs Baldwin and drags the bigger member of the Wild Cards
towards the corner, as Ohno dares Gutch to stand up. Gutch slowly
pushes himself up Ohno delivers an Axe Kick to the back of Gutch's
head sending him crashing to the mat.
[Mal has ascended to the second rope ...]
CL: Chiropractor's Nightmare! Mal using that second rope for added
height and momentum on that Swinging Neckbreaker!
[Marley is taken to the mat with a Vertical Suplex by Livestock as
Ohno is trying to whip Gutch who won't be moved. Derek Rage is slowly
using the ropes to pull himself to his feet as Shadoe Rage pushes
himself up as well.]
CL: Cover by Mal!
ONE ...
[The Gutch reverses Ohno's Irish Whip attempt. As Ohno rebounds off of
the ropes he leaps over Gutch and is caught by a Dropkick from Shadoe
Rage.]
TWO ...
[Derek grabs Gutch and tries to power the big man to the corner.]
FH: This is the immovable object meeting the irresistible force!
[Livestock has ascended to the top rope.]
THREE ---
CL: NO! Baldwin Kicks out!
[Livestock leaps off of the top rope ...]
CL: He just hit Marley with a top rope elbow drop!
[Livestock hooks the leg for the cover as Shadoe pulls Ohno back to
his feet and catches him with a European Uppercut dropping him back to
the mat. Mal pulls Baldwin up and tries to lift the big man up with a
fireman's carry.]
ONE ...
[Mal gets Baldwin up to drop him quickly across the top rope in a
modified Hot shot. Baldwin grabs at his throat with one arm but with
the other he reaches into his trunks.]
FH: There is a time and place for that Baldwin!
TWO ...
[As Mal bends over to grab Baldwin's head Baldwin tosses salt into the
eyes of Mal. Causing him to stand quickly as he covers his eyes.
Shadoe Irish Whips Ohno to the ropes.]
THRE ---
CL: Marley kicks out!
FH: And Ohno drops Shadoe with a low Dropkick to the knees!
CL: Livestock is livid as he stands up and grabs Marley to his feet.
[Baldwin grabs Mal and throws him to the outside through the middle
rope. Derek and Gutch are entangled in the far side ropes exchanging
right and lefts. Shadoe pulls Ohno back to his feet and heaves him
over the top rope near Mal, as Baldwin slides under the bottom rope to
the floor. Livestock pulls Marley up by the head and locks on a side
head lock and drives him to the mat with a Running Bulldog.]
CL: Shadoe Rage is going to the top rope as Baldwin pulls Mal to his
feet and shoves him back first into the steel guardrails!
FH: And Ohno is to his feet and connects with a martial arts kick to
the knee of Baldwin causing him to crumble to one knee before he can
continue to take advantage of Mal!
[Shadoe looks as PAIN begins to double team Jack Baldwin and after a
few seconds he thrusts his hands into the air and leaps ...]
CL: SOMERSAULT DIVE BY SHADOE!
FH: He just laid out all three men! Shadoe Rage showing the fans why
the Prophets are former PVW Tag Team Champions; they it out on the
line every night they are in the ring!
[Derek's onslaught on rights and lefts have finally dropped Gutch to
the mat and he uses his monstrous legs to push Gutch to the floor. A
resounding thud is heard throughout the arena as the big man hits the
floor. Livestock sees his partner is on the floor and he gets to his
feet and charges at Derek Rage.]
CL: SPEAR! Livestock just speared Derek Rage and somehow the pretty
boy lawyer forced the seven foot beast through the middle rope and
both men crash to the floor in a heap!
FH: Seven men are on the floor now and only Judd Marley is in the
ring. The old man is getting back to his feet as chaos ensues on the
outside.
[The seven men begin to brawl on the outside. Shadoe Rage trying to
take Ohno over with a back Suplex but Ohno flips over and locks on a
side head lock, but before he can do anything Baldwin drives his right
hand to Ohno's face causing him to release the head and Gutch grabs
Derek and drives his skull into the monster head. Mal sweeps the leg
of Baldwin out from under him and as he does Shadoe drives an elbow
to the back of Ohno's head.]
CL: It's pure chaos out there!
!!! CCCLLLAAANNNGGG !!!
CL: And I think Ohno was just whipped into the rings steps by Shadoe.
FH: And Gutch has Shadoe and he just tosses him hard into the ring
post!
[Mal has mounted Baldwin and drives left after left into the side of
Baldwin's head.]
FH: Dr. Mal is making the side of Baldwin's head look like PAIN's old
limo!
[Livestock is back to his feet and catches a left to the ribs from
Derek Rage, Gutch turns his attention back to Derek and tries to bowl
him over with a shoulder tackle but the bigger Rage sidesteps and
Gutch drops his own partner. Gutch reaches down quickly and pulls
Livestock to his feet. But Derek grabs Gutch by the back of his head
and slams it face first into the ring apron. Marley slides out of the
ring on the far side, he grabs the staff and slowly heads towards the
melee on the other side of the ring.]
FH: Someone better pay attention! Marley has a weapon!
!!! SSSMMMAAACCCKKK !!!
!!! SSSMMMAAACCCKKK !!!
!!! SSSMMMAAACCCKKK !!!
CL: And Marley raining staff shots down on anyone near him ... he
winds up again ...
FH: And big Derek Rage drives his hand into the side of Marley's head
staggering him back a step. Derek winds up again and the second shot
causes Marley to drop the staff. There's s third that rocks Judd to
his knees!
[Marley crawls quickly towards the steel security guardrails and as
Derek grabs his head to pull him back to his feet Marley grabs the arm
and quickly whips out a pair of handcuffs and cuffs Derek Rage to the
barrier.]
FH: NO! Someone get out here this is crap!
CL: This is an Unholy War Fred. And Judd Marley just eliminated one of
the biggest men in the PVW from the match!
[Livestock and the Gutch are slapping Baldwin around and Marley leaps
into the fray. All four exchanging shot after shot as Shadoe Rage
crawls under the bottom rope quickly followed by Ohno and Mal. Shadoe
catches Ohno with a right hand stopping his advance but Mal nails
Shadoe with a Roaring Elbow knocking Shadoe to the mat. Mal pulls
Shadoe to his feet and whips him directly at Ohno.]
FH: Look at Derek Rage on the outside! He is pulling that barrier as
far as he can!
CL: And here comes security with bolt cutters! It's obvious the way
that Derek Rage is pulling the barrier he's endangering a lot of fans!
!!! TTTHHHAAAWWWPPP !!!
[Ohno connects with a Thrust Kick to the head of Shadoe that spins him
around. Mal quickly grabs him and begins to lift him for a Uranage, as
he does Ohno leaps catching Shadoe by the head and driving him to the
mat with a Reverse Neckbreaker ...]
CL: BILL ‘EM! PAINS Combo Uranage, Reverse Neckbreaker!
[Security tries to cut away at the handcuffs but Derek Rage continues
to rip the barrier with his arm causing security to scream at him]
ONE ...
[Finally security cuts the handcuffs and Derek Rage hops onto the ring
apron and steps over the top rope. Mal runs directly at Derek Rage who
sidesteps ...]
TWO ...
[...Causing Mal to fall through the ropes and land into Gutch,
Livestock and Baldwin. Marley barely moves out of the way in time!]
THREE !!!
CL: PAIN just eliminated the Prophets of Rage!
FH: They owe Judd Marley!
[Derek Rage pulls Ohno to his feet and grabs his face with an Iron
Clam. Derek Quickly lifts the much smaller Ohno into the air and slams
him into the mat, much like a chokeslam! Marley slides into the ring
...]
CL: THE HAND OF GOD!
FH: Derek Rage driving Ohno to hell!
[As Derek stares down at the prone form of Ohno Judd Marley spins him
around and squeezes a packet of sauce into his eyes. Derek grabs his
eyes in pain as Marley drops for the cover.]
ONE ...
[Mal turns around and sees what is occurring in the ring. He begins to
slide under the bottom rope but Jack Baldwin grabs his leg and pulls
him to the floor.]
TWO ...
[Mal is spun around by Baldwin but Mal drives his shoulder into the
midsection of Baldwin driving him back first into the steel barrier.
Mal spins around and slides under the rope.]
THREE !!!
CL: Mal is not in time! And The Wild Cards eliminate PAIN!
[Mal kicks Judd Marley in the head before he can stand to his feet. As
he does that Livestock grabs the staff from the arena floor and
drives it across the skull with authority!]
!!! SSSMMMAAACCCKKK !!!
CL: Baldwin buckles under that shot! Livestock ordering Gutch to pick
up the ringsteps!
[Livestock grabs Baldwin and whips him towards Gutch as Mal pulls
Marley to his feet.]
!!! CCCLLLAAANNNGGG !!!
FH: And Baldwin is drilled with the ringsteps!
CL: Baldwin is done!
FH: Hell Lester, I think Baldwin is out!
[In the ring Mal wrestler stands side-to-side and slightly behind
Marley, facing in the opposite direction, and reaches around Marley's
torso with one arm across the Marley's chest with his hand holding
onto his other hand which is behind Marley's head. Marley is drawn
forward before being thrown back and Mal then swings him around and
down to the mat.]
FH: Mal just spiked Judd Marley's head into the mat!
CL: Mal with the Pulmonary Shock! His Swinging Reverse STO!
FH: Marley is out like a light and so is Baldwin who is was dimly lit
to begin with!
[Livestock and The Gutch smile and both slide into the ring. Mal and
Ohno leave the ring as Gutch grabs Marley and Gutch locks on a rear
waistlock.]
CL: Is this really necessary? Marley is out on his feet and Livestock
is now climbing the turnbuckle!
FH: After all the problems the Wild Cards have caused over the past
two years I have to say it is!
CL: Gutch basically carrying a limp Marley towards the corner ...
[Livestock leaps off with a bulldog as he does Gutch falls with the
move too, effectively making this a combo facebuster/bulldog
maneuver.]
CL: Final Statement!
[Gutch rolls off of Judd Marley so that Livestock can roll him over
for the cover!]
FH: It's academic at this point!
ONE ...
TWO ...
THREE !!!
<<< DING DING DING >>>
FH: YES! Livestock and the Gutch pull it out! The Lawyers are the NEW
PVW CHAMPIONS!
CL: Zeke Craven's two lawyers have been here since the start and have
possibly been the glue of the PVW tag team division.
FH: Possibly? Look at them now!
[The PVW tag team titles are handed to Livestock and The Gutch. Zeke
Craven begins to head down the aisle way with his hands raised high.[
CL: The Wild Cards were so very close to becoming the two time PVW
World tag team champions. In possibly the most difficult match to win
in all of tag team wrestling the SSN backed lawyers are the _new_ PVW
tag team champions.
FH: Damn right they are. When you have the backing of the power and
money of Strickland Sports Network this is what happens!
[The Gutch breaks into the The Gootch Bartilootch~! dance. Boo's rain
down as Judd Marley joins his tag partner on the outside. They look
on from the outside coming ever-so-close to regaining the biggest tag
team prize in the industry. The boo's turn into respectful cheers for
the fan favorites as Jack Baldwin helps his partner up the aisle way.]
CL: You can bet things are _far_ from over. The tag team division is
on fire. The Wild Cards will have something for Livestock and The
Gutch ... They will have something for PAIN.
FH: Get off the Wild Cards. They lost it's over!
CL: However the story of the match may be the breaking out with Jokers
Wild. So many stories have developed out of Shattered Dreams! Yes
the event has held true there has been Dreams that have been
shattered, but there have been a group of new dreams. With everyone
door shut another one has opened. We are down to our final match for
this two night global event! We thank all our fans world wide who
have stuck by us for so long. This event has been a celebration and a
thank you!
[The opening riff of Rock N' Roll Train by ACDC hits the PA system at
full blast ... Video highlights from Night One and the 02 Center and
the England fans pumping their fist and celebrating PVW making their
debut in Europe ... Highlight run down's of the night's matches [NOTE:
I didn't add the actual highlights and lyrics because I know they
wouldn't be read after actually reading the whole 600k + event..] from
Neilsen versus Cox ... to the Last Man Standing match between Grimsson
and Benedict to Chase Williams tearing Centurion Morgan's arm apart
... To Herscher von Donkerhardt and Mercenary's back and forth war.
Cutting to a handful of Ladder Mania spots as the four men fight for
the PVW Network title hung from the leather strap fifteen feet above.
And yes fans had to sit through Masked Mania yet again!
The clips from night one continue to roar through as Tom Landis fights
with everything in his arsenal to over come Gibson Hayes, but a
fireball ends his hopes and dreams at the PVW American title. And we
finally reach the epic cage match ... Clips of Marley and Craven
smashing into the cage ... bleeding ... and leaping from up in the air
atop of the cage and ... missing ... then Marley connecting with the
highlight reel. Night One's highlights top off with Craven, covered
in blood, and unable to stand straight, reaches down for Marley.
Marley raises his hands in front in a defensive posture... the kind of
defensive posture one uses when he knows he cannot defend himself and
is basically saying "not in the face". Craven grasps his wrist... and
raises his hand.
As the song roars on ... We reach Night Two and the Madison Square
Garden, New Yorkers going insane just as the European fans did the
night before. Highlights roar into the matches of earlier ... Caleb
Foley pulling out a victory from jaws of defeat, but then getting
payment post match with a bone crushing heart punch. Cut to Doc
Holliday almost getting drilled near the limo by Xavier Feyr. The
message was received loud and clear.
Clips from Danny Daniels and Sinsiters grueling back and forth war.
The Supreme Champion giving the official an ear full of injustice and
then snapping as Sinister pays the price. The war of the legends as
Chris Werner and Rob Magnum traded moves ... It finally cuts to the
big seven footer tapping out and putting the artist formally known as
Dark Soul back on the map. Rebirth Rules ... highlights showed a
gruesome display of violence and bloodshed. Tracy Hudson made is
presence known with a little questions left to be unanswered.
In the end Detson raised his hand, but his face wasn't the usual face
of a victor. We cut to the revelation of the special guest referee as
the most out spoken superstar in wrestling Chris Hopper donned the
zebra stripes. The two PVW warriors of Gionet and Manson fought back
and forth with huge bone crushing moves. And post match Hopper in
questionable fashion as he usually does hit one of his new signature
moves on Larry Gionet.
Images of Cole pre main event as he looked focused and ready for the
war at hand ... Then we roared into the Holliday Feyr clips as both
men unleashed everything they had. Post match showed a little turmoil
in the Widowmakers as Feyr wanted no part of the beatdown on Holliday.
And various clips of eight teams all fighting for the chance to become
the latest winner of the legendary match Unholy War ... But more
importantly to become the PVW Tag team champions shot through. Jokers
Wild looked impressive ... Made Men looked stoic as usual. PAIN and
Wild Cards traded blood. In the end new champions were crowned as
Livestock and The Gutch stood with gold hung high as the music notes
faded away.]
*** ROARING FULL BLOWN ARENA POP !!! ***
CL: What a two night's it's been. We have seen PVW superstars give it
their all on the biggest stage of them all. We have seen blood ...
sweat ... tears and whatever other glory cliche's you want to use. At
times we sailed right along with business as usual and other times
chaos reigned as Zero Tolerance was tossed right out the window. New
Champions were crowned and others defended their titles to the bitter
end. That all being said there is still one match to go. One match
that stands atop of that mountain. For all the marbles ... For the
biggest prize in our industry.
FH: I couldn't have said it any better Lester. In our main event the
Justin Cruise who seemed to come out of nowhere finally shook the
monkey off his back and has his shot. The only problem is the home
town champion ... The man who has been called unbeatable wears that
"prize" around his waist.
CL: I'd usually agree with that last statement, but don't forget
Justin Cruise was able to beat the Champion on our last Heatwave.
FH: A masked ... confused champion. Rob Cole will have his stuff
together and like Boiling Point there is a legit chance he could bleed
anyone who steps in his way dry. I wouldn't want to be The Blade
right about now.
CL: Could tonight be the true underdog story. Are we looking at a
modern day Rocky? Folks we are just about to find out!
[HUGE ROARING LET'S GET THIS BITCH GOING POP FROM THE NEW YORK
CROWD!!!]
HD: Ladies and gentlemen ... This match is scheduled for one fall and
will be for the PVW _WORLD_ HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!!!
CL: Here we go folks!
FH: Feel that Lester? Feel that down your spine?
CL: Sure do Fred.
FH: That's what it feels like to be in Madison Squared Garden in front
of a packed house after fifteen grueling matches. This is the big
time buddy.
CL: It sure is Fred.
HD: Introducing first, the challenger. Hailing from Montreal, Quebec,
Canada. Standing 6'2" and weighing in at 225 pounds.
JUSTIN CRUISE!
## I can't believe the news today.. ##
## I can't close my eyes and make it go away.. ##
## How long.. How long must we sing this song.. ##
## How long? How loooooooong? ##
["Sunday, Bloody, Sunday" by Pillar blasts through the arena as Justin
Cruise steps out from the back to a huge pop from the crowd. Cruise's
body is littered with bandages and medical tape.]
## Sunday Bloody Sunday... ##
## Sunday Bloody Sunday... ##
[The usual arrogance and swagger is missing tonight. Cruise's focus
is settled on the ring in front of him.]
## When the battles just begun.. ##
## There's many lost but tell me who has won.. ##
[Cruise walks up the ring steps, and climbs into the ring. He doesn't
even acknowledge the crowd as he makes his way to the PVW's ring
announcer, Herk Douglas. He motions for the mic..]
Cruise: Before this match starts, I feel the need to thank Rob Cole.
I was preparing to get involved in all the mind games that come with
dealing with him. But he did me a favor by putting on the Masked
Outlaw mask.
[Cruise paces the ring]
Cruise: Because he had to deal with his own mind games, it gave me the
chance to concentrate on what I needed to do for this match, without
being caught up in the crap. It allowed me to transform myself into
the..... person... you have to deal with today..
[Cruise stares towards the entrance..]
Cruise: Maybe you should rethink what you've done....
[He drops the mic and waits for Cole as the fans roar with respect for
the veteran.]
CL: Strong words from the challenger. No matter what Fred you can't
take a damn thing away from this guy. A strong leader in the locker
room signed on for one last shot at glory. And here he is right where
he said he would be.
FH: Up until this point the gospel Justin Cruise preached to us has
came through. However Rob Cole doesn't get caught up in the moment
Lester. He comes out and he puts whomever stands in his pay down.
HD: His opponent ... Weighing in at two hundred and eighty six pounds
... From Hudson Valley, New York!
[NEWWWWWW YOOOOOOORK POPPPPPAGE!!!]
... THE PVW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION !!!
ROB COLE !!!
[The home town crowd erupts into a mixed reaction as "Rumatahatta"
begins to blare over the loudspeakers. They either love him or hate
him, but there's no middle of the road for the World Champion as he
prepares to make his entrance. The drums begin to echo through the
arena as the spotlights float throughout the audience before coming to
settle on the entrance ramp where an explosion marks the start of the
guitars and Rob Cole appears in the smoke. The World Championship
title is wrapped around his waist, his head bowed low as the long
black tangles hang in wet ringlets about his features and steam rises
from his body. Dressed in a divided pair of pants, one half black
with silver barbed wire trim and the other white with red barbed wire
trim. the World Champion whips his head back and erupts into a roar
before stalking down the aisle!]
CL: The World Champion walks down the aisle to a mixed reaction from
his own home town. born and raised up the Hudson River, Rob Cole has
long dreamed of the day he would perform in the greatest arena on
earth and tonight is his opportunity! But he's had a long road to get
here.
FH: How can the World Champion hate himself so much?!?!! What
happened a few weeks ago? I don't get it! I've been going over the
whole thing over and over again in my head and this guy is seriously
messed in the head! He's been stalking himself, talking about himself,
wrapped up in a mask for months on end, only to reveal that it's been
him all along? What point is he trying to make?
[Cole ascends the steps and immediately steps through the ropes,
walking across the ring to climb to the second turnbuckle and rip the
title off his own waist. he spreads his arms in mock crucifixion, the
title hanging from his right handed grip as he stares out at the crowd
and breathes in deeply. He drops down from the corner, stalks over to
the other side and performs the same move. lifting the title high
above the roaring audience in attendance.]
CL: Both men look eyes. This is going to be an absolute war Fred.
FH: It usually is when the PVW World title is involved. You fight
with every fiber you have to just get that belt ... Then a new cycle
begins ... You have to defend it like a wild animal backed into the
corner. Tonight Justin Cruise has to _take_ that title from the most
vicious wild animal of them all!
CL: Referee Duke Martin now telling the rules to both men ...
FH: Their eyes never sway ...
[Finally the rules have been explained and Cruise nods to the head
official and Cole gives a sadistic smile showing his understanding.]
Shattered Dreams
___________ ____ ________________________________________
___ __ \_ | / /_ | / /
__ /_/ /_ | / /__ | /| / / World Title Match
_ ____/__ |/ / __ |/ |/ / Justin Cruise v. Rob Cole [c]
/_/ _____/ ____/|____________________________________________
Night Two
<<< DING DING >>>
[HUUUUUUUUUUGE POP!!!]
CL: There is the bell!
FH: The sound of pure hell for Justin Cruise. Let this be a lesson to
all you young fans at home. Becareful what you wish for. Sometimes
they are better left as dreams and wishes.
CL: Let me remind you folks only a submission on pinfall the title
changes hands.
FH: That's where the champion has the edge. Cole can get counted out
or disqualified and keep his title.
CL: We all know Rob Cole though Fred. He wont be happy unless Cruise
is broken in half in the middle of that ring.
[The bell has sounded ... Both men circle one another ... As they
approach the center they lock up to a pop that you will only hear with
a jammed packed Madison Square Garden! A few seconds of fighting for
position and the bigger Rob Cole pushes Cruise off. We follow up
with a second lock up. Cole from behind with a waist lock and Cruise
uses his technical skills to position and toss the Champion off to the
side. Cole fires up and charges and a quick hip toss into an armbar
sets the tone in the opening sequences of the bell!]
CL: Justin Cruise is totally focused here tonight and he quickly has
the Champion on the defense. Cruise cranks that arm and Cole slowly
is back to his feet.
"___THUUUMP___"
"___THUUUMP___"
"___THUUUMP___"
[... Cruise is yanking down on that arm and it brings Cole right back
down to one knee. Cole working his poistion and finally reverses it
on the challenger and Cruise is able to yank his arm out and spins
around and slaps Cole right across the face unexpectedly!]
[SHOCKING POP!!!]
CL: The champion wasn't expecting that at all. Cole looks a bit
surprised and almost disappointed.
FH: He is trying to figure out if that was a sign of disrespect.
CL: Look at Cruise he isn't waiting to find out. He charges forward,
but Rob Cole locks on a front face lock and he just powers Cruise
down to one knee! The challenger with a shot to the ribs. another
shot, forcing Cole to the ropes. and he just shoots Cole off!
FH: But the Champ puts on the breaks and manages to keep one hand
around the neck of Cruise! Short arm clothesline against the ropes!!!
Did you see the power in that shot!!! No where for Cruise to go and
he just crumbles down to the mat, back against the ropes.
[The crowd boos as Cole shoves his foot up against Cruises' throat and
shoves the challenger back against the middle rope, choking him with
the boot as the back of his neck presses against the cable! Cole leans
down heavily, using his arms to yank up on the top rope for added
pressure. The referee starts a count and Cole releases the modified
choke at three.]
FH: That's the killer instinct Cole is known for. OH GOD!!!
CL: Rob Cole just rushes in with a knee to skull before Cruise can
even catch his breath! Another knee! Another! The referee warning
Cole to take this match away from the ropes, and the World Champion
complies by yanking Justin Cruise back into the ring by his feet. and
DRIVES an elbow across the sternum!
[Cruise sits up and Cole transitions behind him, applying a neck vice
as he cranks his weight down between the shoulder and neck of the
challenger! He hooks one leg over the opposite arm, and just digs in
deep as he kneels on one knee. his fingers dug in tight on the traps
and shoulder socket!]
CL: Cruise grinding his teeth, but the challenger has a look of
dedication. He has been putting his body through months of
preparation for this battle. Referee Duke Martin is checking on
Cruise, but the challenger just shouted for him to get away!
FH: Frustration already sitting in Lester. Cruise has nowhere to go
except to quit and go back to the locker room and look his peers in
the face and tell them what they already know.
[Justin Cruise fights the pain and makes it obvious he could sit there
all day and endure whatever destruction the Champion has planned for
him so Rob Cole drops the hold, but drives a stiff and unforgiving
knee right to the back of Cruise upper neck and lower head. Cole
backs up and swings his weight forward landing a necksnap right on
Cruise.]
FH: The Champion is a calculated assassin. He has set his target and
he is locked in as he weakens Cruise in places he plans to destroy
through out the match.
CL: Cruise already feeling some pain here in the early going as Rob
Cole begins to stomp repeatedly across the chest of the challenger!
FH: And he isn't stopping!
[With each stomp the challenger bounces a few inches off the ground.
Cole pulls Cruise to his feet and rakes down on the eyes temporarily
blinding the challenger. He lifts his arm up and kicks him in the rib
section. The World Champion then rakes the back of Cruise back with
his finger nails.]
CL: Rob Cole is like a snake inside that ring. Calculating every
strike and knowing just when to hit. Cruise enduring some early on
pain here ...
FH: He better hope he has a very high pain tolerance otherwise this
will be a short night for Justin Cruise and his dream will be
shattered in a record setting time.
"___THUUUUUUUD___"
[A lighting quick snap suplex to the center of the ring! Cole quickly
floats over into a side mount and DRILLS a knee to the side of the
head. another!!! And another!!!]
CL: Cruise tries to cover up and Cole catches his arm, yanking back
with a cross armbreaker! Bracing one foot against the jaw line for
leverage on the neck and shoulder, Cole drops back and you can hear
Cruise cry out in pain. He refuses to tap out to the hold and Cole
YANKS that arm again!
FH: He might be looking to dislocate the shoulder! But whether it pops
or not, the Outcast is PUNISHING Justin Cruises' shoulder and neck.
just looking to put the hurt on, softening him up for a possible Cast
Out Powerbomb or a submission hold of some sort.
[Cruise kicks out with his legs and finally manages to inch his way to
the ropes, the referee calls for a break and Cole immediately delivers
a swift heel to the side of Cruises' jaw as he lets go of the arm and
gets to his feet! The crowd boos as Cole suddenly DRIVES an elbow down
into the crook of the shoulder and rolls away with a smile on his
face.]
CL: Cole is just destroying that shoulder merciless. He is attaching
every opening and sending a message to not only Justin Cruise, but to
a hungry locker room foaming at their mouths for that World title.
FH: See Cole is a nice guy he is helping Cruise to his feet.
[And right over to the ropes as he continues to control the match and
use the top ropes to choke what breathe the challenger has left in his
lungs. Duke Martin is right there to count...]
One!
Two!
Three!
"___THUUUUUD___"
[Cole used the ropes to slingshot Cruise backwards and down to the
mat.]
CL: Cole down and hooks the leg for an early cover!
ONE ...
TWO ...
... Cruise fires out with a kick out.
FH: Cole full of smiles. He was expecting a kick out. However he was
sending a message to Cruise that he is in full control. Mind games
Lester ...
[Cole pulls Cruise right back to his feet and unleashes a stiff knife-
edge chop that echo's through Madison Square Garden. He sends another
backing Cruise up against the turnbuckles. Cole reaches out and grabs
the face area of the challenger and rips away at it merciless. Cruise
let's out a "ARRRGGGHHHH" as Cole grinds those finger nails in the eye
socket area ... Duke Martin right over to count again!]
One!
Two!
Three!
Four!
CL: Martin isn't wasting his time counting to five as he has worked
his way in-between the two and forced the Champion off!
FH: He can't do that!
CL: Cole doesn't seem happy about it.
[Cole has a few choice words for the PVW head referee, but he finally
moves past him to continue his onslaught on the prone challenger
slumped up in the corner. As Cole approaches Cruise fires off a kick
to the midsection. He dives out of the corner and as Cole turns
around he send sent down with a double leg take down and Cruise plants
him down to the mat!]
*** ROOOOOOOOOOOARING POP!!! ***
CL: CRUISE IS UNLOADING ON THE CHAMPION! RIGHT'S ... LEFT'S ...
RIGHT'S! He has leaped off the Champion as the fans are on their feet
and Cole stumbles up catching his senses and a standing dropkick takes
him right back down to the mat! Cruise right on top of the Champion
giving him no time to recover and a wrist lock ... wrenches that arm.
FH: Cruise reaching over with that free arm holding his shoulder that
already is feeling some damage from the earlier barrage of damage by
Cole.
[Cruise works Cole over to the ropes and he slides through the middle
and drapes it over the top and leaps down yanking it down over the
ropes. Cole bends over holding that shoulder in some pain as Cruise
quickly climbing to the top ropes and perches himself up top. Cole
turns around and flying body press ...]
ONE ...
TWO ...
*** DISSAPOINTMENT POP!!! ***
CL: Cole with a strong kick out. Both men back on their feet and
Cruise ducks under a big right hand and rebounds off the ropes and
flying forearm! Cole fires back to his feet not looking to be
outdone, but Cruise up ... DROPKICK THAT SENDS THE CHAMPION THROUGH
THE ROPES TO THE OUTSIDE! LISTEN TO THOSE FANS FRED!
FH: I thought these home town fans took care of their own in New York.
What a bunch of traitors. I bet they would cheer for Cruise even if
he came out in a Red Sox's hat.
CL: I don't know about that ... Cruise still favoring that shoulder
and is waiting as Cole pull himself up.
[Cruise sends Cole flying into the guard rail with a slingshot
baseball slide through the ropes ...]
"___CLAAAAAANG___"
CL: CRUISE NOW PERCHED UP ON THE TOP ROPES ...
[... Landing right on the Champion as he reached his feet! The
Challenger leaps to his feet and stumbles back against the guard rail,
but the New York fans reach over patting the challenger on his
shoulder cheering him on.]
FH: Dangerous move early on in this match. If he would have missed
that he could of choked everything away. Sounds like a Justin Cruise
type move to me.
CL: Cruise has been training harder then anyone in the past few
months. He knew what it was going to take to come out here and stand
toe to toe with Rob Cole.
[Cruise ignores the referee inside the ring counting as he yanks the
head of the champion up a points towards the side of the ringposts ...
He charges him forward and SMASHES it right into the unforgiving metal
on that ring post. Cole staggers back and drops to the ground
grabbing at his forehead as Cruise rolls back inside the ring breaking
Duke Martin's count.]
CL: The PVW World Champion on his feet and BLOOD is seeping out from
his forehead and that shot.
FH: And look at Rob Cole ...
[He looks down at his fingers that is now covered in his own blood. A
grin forms across his face and Justin Cruise pushes right past Duke
Martin and back to the outside and the two men begin trading blows!!!]
CL: JUSTIN CRUISE ISN'T BACKING DOWN! HE IS TIRED OF BACKING DOWN
FROM ROB COLE!
FH: This isn't the smartest move I would think, but it appears to be
working. The more you run from Rob Cole the worse it is ... Justin
Cruise is right here bringing it to the World Champion and he is
backing him up!
CL: Who would of thought Justin Cruise could brawl with Rob Cole!?!
Cole NAILS a right underhook beneath the jaw, staggering Justin
Cruise! Another cut! And another cut rocks the challenger.
FH: That's more like it.
[Rob Cole digs down and yanks the Challenger up and twists him
sideways dropping him throat first on the guard rail.]
CL: SICK SOUNDING CRUNCH!
FH: That'll turn the tides right away.
CL: Rob Cole dives under the ropes still wiping away at that open
wound on his forehead.
[The crowd gives a mixed reaction as Cole suddenly rushes the ropes on
the opposite side. Cruise barely gets his knees below him when Cole
comes launching over the top rope!]
CL: SUICIDE PLANCHA!!!!! SUICIDE PLANCHA!!!! Rob Cole catches Justin
Cruise across the back of his shoulders and both men are splattered on
the concrete floor of the arena!!!
P-V-DUB! P-V-DUB! P-V-DUB! P-V-DUB!
P-V-DUB! P-V-DUB! P-V-DUB! P-V-DUB!
P-V-DUB! P-V-DUB! P-V-DUB! P-V-DUB!
[Cole and Cruise are both outside the ring, Cruise face down from
Coles' impact along his shoulder and the World Champion's body having
rolled free and clear into the guardrail a few feet away!!! The fans
continue to chant as both men barely move after the harsh impact of
the suicidal maneuver from the big champ!]
P-V-DUB! P-V-DUB! P-V-DUB! P-V-DUB!
P-V-DUB! P-V-DUB! P-V-DUB! P-V-DUB!
P-V-DUB! P-V-DUB! P-V-DUB! P-V-DUB!
[Both men slowly begin to get to their feet. Cole using the guardrail
is able to get up a little faster. He smiles sadistically, watching
Cruise rise as the World Champion spreads his arms in mock
crucifixion. He suddenly lurches forward. ]
CL: Cole with a kick to the midsection. gutwrench up!
FH: Not a place anyone wants to be outside the ring with Cole!!!!!
CL: Cole turns.. Wrenching a modified backbreaker as Cruise tries to
struggle! The Outcast begins to spin again, . Oh god. OH GOD NO!!!
NO!!!! NO!!!!!
[The crowd gasps in shock as Cole approaches the announce table and
suddenly spins and HAULS Cruise off his shoulder, sending him CRASHING
through the announce table with a modified powerbomb!!!!!]
"___BOOOOOOMMMMM!!!!!___"
"___FZZZZZZTTHTTTT CRACK!!!! BAM BAM OOOOOMMM!!!!!!___"
[The monitors utterly ERUPT in an explosion of sparks and broken glass
as the body is driven THROUGH the table! The arena goes into stunned
silence as Cruise is buried beneath the rubble, the monitors
continuing to pop and fizzle!!!!! It takes a moment, but the rubble
begins to move and Rob Cole pushes scattered glass, wood, and metal
off his opponent. he's covered in small cuts and bleeding from a deep
gash along his forearm, but the sadistic monster is smiling as he
yanks Cruise up and out of the debris!]
CL: Good ... Good lord. I am speechless ... Justin Cruise was just
sent through everything that was in-front of his. I heard his head
smash through our table and everything from the impact. Rob Cole
isn't done he just tossed Justin Cruise under the bottom ropes and
back into the ring.
FH: I told you Lester. There is _no_ preparation for a match with Rob
Cole. You can beat yourself up for weeks ... months ... years ...
CL: Cole now finally drops down for the cover.
ONE ...
TWO ...
THREE ???
*** SHOCKING HELL YEAH POP!!! ***
CL: JUSTIN CRUISE SHOT A SHOULDER UP! I DON'T KNOW HOW ... BUT THIS
MATCH ISN'T OVER YET FRED! Cole slowly back to his feet and he pulls
Cruise up sends him rocking into the ropes with heavy rights.
FH: Now with each of those big right hands of Rob Cole it's going to
feel like a sledge hammer slamming into your flesh.
[Cole turns Cruise toward the ropes, and then presses his throat down
across the top rope, choking the life out of him ... Duke Martin again
right there wedging his way in not allowing Rob Cole to turn this
thing into a rules breaking fest ... Cole releases the choke and
Cruise staggers into the nearby corner. Cole approaches but takes a
boot to the gut, only to no-sell it and dish out a big right hand.
Cruise fires back with a minimal effecting chop to the chest, and then
receives another right hand to the face.]
CL: You have to give Justin Cruise credit ... No matter what Cole
dishes out he stands right back up and fights. How many men can take
going through all of this in-front of us and still kick out to fight
on?
FH: How many men are stupid enough is the question Lester? I'm not
sure I've ever seen The Blade this aggressive though.
["The Monster underneath the bed" goes to whip the challenger into the
opposing corner but Justin Cruise digs down deep and reverses. Cruise
charges full-speed as Cole hits the turnbuckles back-first, then
force-feeds Cole a running high knee to the face. Cruise mounts
the second rope and dishes out some punches as the crowd counts
along!]
One !
Two !
Three!
Four!
Five!
Six!
CL: Cole finding strength with-in and walks forward trying to position
Cruise into a powerbomb ... Cruise hops off of Cole's shoulders,
landing behind him. He leaps ---
"___TWAAAAAAAAAP___"
[... Enziguri dazes Rob Cole but as he grabs him for a follow-up
attack, Cole shoves Cruise into the corner and dishes out some boots
to the gut. Cole whips Cruise into the opposing exposed corner, Cruise
springboards and leaps into headscissors takedown sending Cole across
the ring! Cole pushes himself up and turns ...]
CL: TORANADO DDT!!!!!!
ONE ...
TWO ...
... NO COLE KICKS OUT!
FH: What puts most men away just pisses Rob Cole off.
CL: Cruise yanking Cole back up, but eats a thumb to the eye.
FH: Survival of the fittest Lester.
CL: Cole charges ... Cruise at the last second, dive out of the way,
and the Champion drives himself chest-first into the turnbuckle ...
CRUISE WITH A SMALL CRADLE!
ONE ...
TWO ...
THR ---
*** DISSAPOINTED POP!!! ***
[Cole pushes himself up right into a thunderous superkick! Cruise then
places his knee in the back of Cole as he lies on his stomach, then
rears back on a Chinlock!]
FH: Bad move not going for the cover here. Against Rob Cole you take
every opportunity he is down and hurt to try and _steal_ the victory.
CL: I think Justin Cruise realizes that it's going to take quite the
beating to finally pin Cole's shoulders to the mat. He wrenches away
on that chinlock as the blood drops from both men's face. What's this
...
FH: I told you Lester.
[Cole manages to pull himself up to his hands and knees, leading to
Cruise having to switch over to a side headlock. Cole pulls himself to
his feet and throws Cruise off the ropes. Cruise comes charging and
ducks a thrown clothesline, then bounces off the opposing set of
ropes. Cruise charging and takes flight, flooring Cole with a flying
leg lariat. Cole pulls himself up but takes a German Suplex ..
BRIDGED!]
ONE ...
TWO ...
CL: Cole get's his shoulder up, but Cruise quickly locks him into a
triangle choke! Both men have been pulling out all the stops in this
match for the PVW World Heavyweight Championship resorting to styles
of wrestling they don't normally have to.
FH: We saw Cole plancha drive over ... Now Cruise resorting to power
and submission skills to put away Rob Cole.
[The Champion kicks his heels on the mat and flails around trying to
keep awake as blood drains from the open wound from his forehead.
Cole finally works his way to the corner of the ring catching a limb
on the ropes ... Cruise blatantly pulls a page out of Rob Cole's book
and ignores Duke Martin's call for a break.]
One!
Two!
Three!
Four!
Fiiive?
CL: Justin Cruise just breaks the hold as Duke Martin is now telling
Cruise to play by the rules.
FH: Tell him Duke!
[Cruise ignores the PVW head official and grabs the right leg of Rob
Cole and rolls to the outside grabbing the left leg. The fans begin
to roar as a bloodied Justin Cruise shakes his head yes and yanks him
forward crotching him into the ring post as Rob Cole let's out a
scream in pain.]
FH: OH COME ON!!! What kind of man tortures another man's family
jewels?
CL: Cruise now locking on a figure four right around the ring posts!!!
[Rob Cole screams in desperate pain as Cruise uses all his weight and
hangs with a figure four wrapped around those ring posts. Duke Martin
shouts for Justin Cruise to let the move go. He rolls to the outside
and begins warning Cruise that he will DQ him and that will be an end
to his PVW World title hopes. Finally Cruise listens and drops the
hold, but the damage has been done as Cole uses his wrists and what
energy he has to push himself backwards and away from the ropes.]
CL: Justin Cruise is now pushing Duke Martin's patience inside that
ring. You can tell Duke doesn't want the two night PPV to end with a
DQ in the World title match, but with Zero Tolerance and all that he
can only allow so much to pass.
FH: So much for good ol' Justin Cruise following the rules.
[Justin Cruise and PVW referee Duke Martin have words on the outside
as Justin Cruise gives him the gold shoulder. Rob Cole slowly pushing
his way up in the center of the ring and Justin Cruise springboards
off the ropes with a bulldog and the cover ...]
CL: Duke Martin slow getting back in the ring and ---
ONE ...
TWO ...
... Cole shoots out again. Cruise now yanking the champion up and
European uppercut. Another ... He backs him up in the corner and
lifts him and climbs up after him setting him up for a superplex.
FH: High risk move by Justin Cruise and Rob Cole fighting back. Stiff
shot by Cole ... Another stiff shot.
[Both men fighting up top and Cole shoves Cruise off who does a
backwards roll to his feet. Cole leaps off, but Cruise fires off a
shot to his midsection and leaps up onto the champion shoulders and
uses his momentum to roll him up again!]
ONE ...
TWO ...
THR ---
*** SOOOO CLOSE DISSAPOINTMENT POP!!! ***
CL: Justin Cruise is pulling out all the stops here trying to put the
champion down, but it's going to take more then a few small cradles I
think.
FH: Of course it is Lester. This is Rob Cole we are talking about.
The man who kicked out of the Rebirth. The man who beat Spectre at
his own game. The man who ended Brian Young's pathetic career ... And
the man who nearly ended Chase Williams life.
CL: Cruise off the ropes and rocker dropper! The Champion is kissing
the mat once again. The challenger now climbing back to the top
ropes. He is pointing to that elbow ... HE LEAPS ...
[High in the air Randy Savage style he goes down, but at the very last
second the champion is able to roll right out of the way as he comes
crashing down on that elbow/shoulder area that Cole was working on.]
"___THUUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"
*** GASSSSSSSSSSP ***
FH: One too many high risk moves and now look what happened!
[The Monster underneath the bed finally to his feet and his eyes are
practically bulging out of his head ... Cruise pushes himself up and
then takes a massive choke slam from the champion. Cole drops to his
knees and presses down on Cruise shoulders, his eyes showing the fire
in rage ..]
ONE ...
TWO ...
CL: No! Cruise kicks his legs as high in the air as he can to break
the pin and kick out.
FH: This guy just doesn't know when to stay down.
[... but Cole changes right over to a blatant double-handed choke.
Duke Martin who is now past warning tries to pull the champion off of
Cruise.]
CL: Duke Martin forces Cole off but then he grabs the legs of The
Blade and surprisingly, locking him in a Boston Crab!
FH: Rob Cole pulling a move out of Justin Cruise book here!
CL: Those legs appear weak from the damage from that ring-post figure
four earlier... However Cole torques away!
[Justin Cruise screams in pain and claws at his scalp to try to
distract himself from the throbbing of his back. "The Blade" shows why
he's PVW's number one contender as he crawls with all of his might
toward the ropes; the entire audience fully behind him. Cruise finally
makes it to the bottom rope and the crowd goes nuts.]
CL: Justin Cruise just made it to the ropes ... Favoring his shoulder
... Blood dripping down his face ... He made it to the ropes Fred!
FH: Don't look now!
[Cole pulls Cruise up and whips him off the ropes but as he goes to
catch him for a tilt-a-whirl, the number one contender dodges it with
a spin out. Cole turns around right into an inverted lung blower ...]
"___CRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNCH___"
*** COUNTER POPPAGE!!! ***
CL: WHAT A COUNTER!!! BOTH MEN ARE ON THE MAT!
JUSTIN !!! JUSTIN !!! JUSTIN !!! JUSTIN !!!
COLE !!! COLE !!! COLE !!! COLE !!!
JUSTIN !!! JUSTIN !!! JUSTIN !!! JUSTIN !!!
COLE !!! COLE !!! COLE !!! COLE !!!
[The home town fans start splitting down the middle some getting
behind the champion respecting the war both men are putting forth in
this main event. Both men start to pull themselves to their feet ...]
CL: And now both men are trading rights and lefts, back and forth!
FH: Not the smartest move to be trading blows with a monster like
Cole. this is the guy who pinned Spectre, the sadistic freak who
willingly puts himself through barbed wire, steel cages, and tables
just to hurt his opponent a little more!
CL: Cole with a solid right, another, and another. Cruise backing up
and he catches Cole with a kick to the gut! Cruise hooks the front
chancery. suplex, NO!!! Cole with a backslide out of it and he spins
Cruise.
[Cole takes the challenger over with a snap mare. and IMMEDIATELY
follows through with a crossface forearm across the face! Another one
rocks the man and suddenly Cole lifts him from beneath the wounded
arm.. ]
FH: And there's the cobra clutch!!! Cole hauling Cruise to his feet
and just shaking him back and forth like a rag doll!!!! The blood is
flowing hard from that trapped arm, and Cole wrenches the challenger
once more!
CL: Referee checking for a submission but Cruise refusing to give in.
he reaches for the rope! The crowd is on their feet in support of the
challenger tonight, cheering for The Blade to rise above and take out
the Monster!
[The roar grows louder as Cruise reaches for the ropes with his free
hand. almost there. almost there.. And the cheers are suddenly cut as
Cole releases the hold and SNAPS a head butt to the back of Cruises'
skull!!! Both men stagger away from one another and we see that Coles'
opened a gash in his own forehead!]
CL: Cruise is backing up against the turnbuckles. but Rob Cole follows
him in and SNAPS a stiff shoulder to the midsection! Another! And
another! He hauls Cruise up off his feet and to the top rope. could
be going for that Superplex combo he's been known to adore!
[Cole suddenly grabs the wounded arm and wraps it behind Cruises back
with a modified hammerlock, ducking low for a waistlock the Outcast
lifts.. And hauls the challenger up and over with a release
northernlights Suplex!!!]
"___THUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNDDDDDDDEEEEEEROUUUUSSSSSS THUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"
FH: And Cruise's weight comes CRASHING down on that arm that Cole has
been targeting all night long, looking to rip it out of the
challengers' socket and take it home as a trophy!
CL: Cruise isn't moving and Cole _barley_ is. Listen to these fans
Fred. They are behind this main event! Two warriors giving it their
all right here in the middle of the ring for the biggest prize of them
all.
[Cole uses the ropes to get to his feet... He wipes the blood from
his eyes and the superplex took a lot out of him too. He approaches
his challenger who is just starting to stir and with a handful of hair
Cruise is brought to his knees. The Blade tries to fight back tossing
half strength punches to the champion's midsection. Cole drives his
head down smashing both bloodied messes into one another. He then
pulls Cruise up and sends him into the ropes ... He catches him and
spins ...]
"____KAAAAAAAAATHHHUUUUUNNNNNNKKKKKK___"
CL: WHIRLING BACKBREAKER!!
FH: The second deadliest backbreaker in the industry after the feared
_beckbreaker_!
CL: ...
FH: What?
CL: Cole drops down and books a leg this could be it!
ONE ...
TWO ...
THREE ???
*** THE MATCH GOES ON POPPAGE !!! ***
... I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! CRUISE SHOT A SHOULDER UP AND HE ISN'T READY
TO QUIT!
[Cole shakes his head, but it's more in the - "Okay kid if you want
some more punishment" sense. Cole begins to pull Cruise up again, but
the challenger just slumps down with little to no fight left in him.
The Champion brings him over to the ropes and he steps through the
middle and looks to be setting himself up to punish Cruise ... He
begins to lift Cruise up aiming to use the top ropes as his weapon of
choice, but Cruise slides out and bitch slaps a shocked champion
across his face ...]
"___SSSHHHLLLLAAAAPPPPPP___"
CL: Cruise just slapped a stunned Cole right across his face ... He
locks him up ... NORTHERN LIGHTS OF HIS OWN BACK INTO THE RING ...
"___THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"
*** SIGNATURE SPOT POP!!! ***
... THE WILDCARD!!! AND CRUISE DROPS DOWN TO A KNEE TRYING TO REGAIN
FOCUS.
FH: Where the hell did the focus come from to even pull that out?
CL: Rob Cole stumbles up wide eyed as The Blade meets him by scooping
him up and onto his shoulders ...
"___THUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"
... DEATH VALLEY DRIVER!
*** MIXED POP!!! ***
FH: What the hell is going on here?
CL: Cruise takes off springboards ... ASAI MOONSAULT AND LANDS PERFECT
ON THE CHAMPION!
ONE ...
... Cruise stepped off.
FH: Okay so maybe all those head shots earlier gave him permanent
damage.
[The challenger stands in the middle of the ring at Madison Square
Garden. The fans are on their feet ... Light bulbs flashing as he
soaks up the moment. The Champion appears out of it on the ground and
he yanks him to his feet and sets him up in a powerbomb position
shaking his head yes...]
CL: Could he be!?!
FH: No ... No ... He isn't!
*** FANS GIVE A DOOOOO EEEIIIIIT POP!!! ***
"___THUUUUUUUUUUUD___"
CL: The powerbomb and he is turning it .... Could he?
FH: FIGHT IT COLE!!!
CL: HE DID IT!!! Cruise turns Cole over and there's the Cruise
Control.. The Champion is howling in pain, blood pumping from that
open gash on his forehead, pouring quickly down his features and
dripping from his chin! This is too much for any man, too much for any
monster, too much for any champion to take. trapped in the center of
the ring!
FH: I don't believe it!!!!
*** FINNNIIISSSSHHHAAAA POP!!! ***
[Cole pushes himself up, screaming as Cruise leans back with the
Control! The fans are on their feet and the referee is checking the
wound, asking Cole if he wants to quit! Cole shakes his head in
refusal. he slumps slowly to the mat, and the referee rises as he
turns to the bell. and stops as Cole pushes up again, screaming,
"NO!!!" The referee pauses and Cole inches his way forward. dragging
himself and Cruise across the ring a full foot before he slumps down,
muscles trembling as he lifts one arm and smears it through the pool
of his own blood!]
CL: The referee needs to call this match. Cole is losing blood, he
can't possibly continue, and yet the referee seems hesitant!
FH: That would make way too many called matches in the past few
months. and Cole is still moving, still trying to push himself up
through the pain of that Cruise Control!
CL: Cruise has it locked in and look at him applying the pressure.
He is giving everything his body has left. All the pain ... All the
hard work... It's brought him to this moment.
[Cole reaches one hand out. reaching for the ropes as Justin cries out
in defiance of the champ! The referee is now begging Cole to call it,
and the Outcast shakes his head. he suddenly curls his hand into a
fist and NAILS himself across the face as he pushes up with his free
hand! "GGGAHAHAHAHHA HAHAHAHAH!!!!" The maniac begins to laugh, and
lurches forward another foot. .and then another.. The crowd is on
their feet in shock as Rob Cole finally reaches.. AND GRABS THE BOTTOM
ROPE!!!!!]
*** MIXED SHOCKED POP!!! ***
FH: I don't believe it!
CL: This crowd can't believe it and neither can Cruise. he releases
the hold, staring down at Rob Cole as the world champion crawls
halfway beneath the rope, clutching his back!
FH: The match was so close to being over, but Rob Cole the fighting
champion he is survived through it!
[Cole has now slid under the ropes and to the outside. His right arm
is on his lower back and he is limping ... A mixture of caked dry
blood and some fresh blood cover his face. If his teeth weren't full
of blood you might just maybe notice a smile, but we can't be sure at
this point. The man who is just as hurt favoring his shoulder wipes
the blood from his eyes and rolls to the outside. He grabs the back
of the Champions head and charges him towards the ring steps and
launches him like a shot put...]
"___KAAAATHUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNKKKKKKKK___"
CL: Good lord ... Cole has just been sent head first into those ring
steps. Justin Cruise is frustrated and he is looking to put an end of
Rob Cole here.
FH: I have to admit Cruise is more aggressive then I knew that he
could.
CL: Cruise now charging looking to smash Cole with all his weight
shoulder first ...
"___KAAAATHUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNKKKKKKKK___"
*** SHOCKING POP!!! ***
[Cole just slid out of the way at the last second and Cruise went into
what was left of the ring steps shoulder first. The Challenger grabs
his shoulder and lets out a scream!]
CL: He may of just put the icing on cake with that shoulder. Rob Cole
has been chipping away on it through out the match slowly and that may
of just made that arm for the most part useless.
FH: I told you a calculated assassin Lester.
CL: Cole is using the guard rail to get to his feet.
[A close up shows Cole spit a wad of blood and saliva from his mouth
to the cement floor. He stumbles over and grabs Cruise and tosses him
under the ropes ... The Champion now inside the ring reaches Cruise
who is on his feet but wincing in pain. He sends him hard into the
corner and charges towards ....]
"___RING SHAKING SPLAAAAAAAAAAAAASHHHHHHHHH___"
CL: And Cole drives a shoulder into the midsection. another. and
another. and he hauls Justin Cruise up to that top turnbuckle! Cole
is looking for some trademark damage here, throwing everything at the
challenger to put him down for the count.
FH: He's the champion! What did you expect him to do? Lie down?!?!!!
[Cole is cut off by Cruise with a quick elbow down across the bloody
forehead. another. and another, and Cole is cinched up with a front
chancery! Cruise roars to the crowd, and leaps off the top turnbuckle
for a tornado DDT!!!! Cole suddenly spins through and redirects the
momentum. and snaps Cruise's throat across the top rope with a falling
hotshot!]
CL: Cruise for the tornado. NO!!! Cole maneuvers him into a hotshot,
and Cruise is on the mat. clutching his throat as Cole staggers back
into the corner!
FH: NO!!! Cole, don't do it!!!!
CL: Rob Cole climbing up the turnbuckles backwards. wincing with each
step up to the top rope! I don't believe it. we haven't seen this
move for months!!!!
[Cole is on top. as Cruise continues to clutch at his throat, gasping
for air. Cole spreads his arms for a moment, mock crucifixion pose as
the flash bulbs explode throughout the arena. blood pouring from his
open head wound, hair matted to his skull, the Outcast leaps and his
body comes flailing down!!!!]
"___THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"
*** HOLLLLLLLLLY BLEEEEEEEEEEEEEP POP!!! ***
CL: WORLD'S UGLIEST FROG SPLASH!!!!!!!
FH: THE CHERRY ON TOP RIGHT HERE!
ONE ...
TWO ...
THREE !!!
*** YOU HAVE TO BE SHITTING ME POP!!! ***
CL & FL: HOLY CRAP!!!
[Cruise at the very last second had enough instinct in him left to
place his left leg on the bottom ropes and Duke Martin makes the big
bucks in PVW for a reason saw it as his hand hit the floor for the
three count. He leaps to his feet waving the match will continue
holding two fingers up. Rob Cole rolls over on his stomach staring up
at the ceiling half in shock ...]
CL: Both of these men have thrown everything at one another even the
damn kitchen sink. What is left?
FH: I don't know ... I just don't know what either man can do.
Perhaps Cole should pull out a railroad spike again.
CL: I don't know if there is enough blood left in either body that
it'd matter.
[Both men across from one another are using the ropes to pull
themselves up. They turn and stumble to the center of the ring and
Cruise grabs Cole's head and yanks it towards him and drops down with
a DDT ...]
"___THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"
CL: Both men BACK down to the mat!
FH: I have a feeling neither man may get up this time.
CL: Duke Martin must be reading your mind because he has started the
count.
One!
Two!
Three!
Four!
Five!
CRUISE~! CRUISE~! CRUISE~! CRUISE~!
CRUISE~! CRUISE~! CRUISE~! CRUISE~!
COLE~! COLE~! COLE~! COLE~!
COLE~! COLE~! COLE~! COLE~!
Six!
Seven!
... Cole is stirring ...
Eight!
... Cruise is stirring ...
Nine!
Ten?
*** LET EM FIGHT POP!!! ***
CL: THE DUKE IS DEBATING IF THEY WERE UP IN TIME ...
FH: Cole retains!
CL: NO HE IS WAVING THE TEN COUNT OFF ... THE MATCH CONTINUES!
*** TEAR DOWN THE F'N ROOF POP!!! ***
[Both men stumble to the center of the ring ... Rights are traded ...
Cole add's in a few lefts, but Cruise at this point can't with that
shoulder. Cruise digs down deep and hits an inverted atomic drop that
sends the Champion stumbling backwards and he spins around --- ]
"___TWWWWAAAAAAAP___"
CL: STEP UP ENZIGURI!!!!! COLE STUMBLING AND HE DROPS!!!
FH: This can't be happening ... I just don't believe it. I'm damn
near speechless.
[Cruise grabs the Champion he lifts him and yanks him towards his legs
... He set's him up for the powerbomb again and calls for the Cruise
Control.]
*** FIIIINNNNNIIIISHHHH HIM POP!!!! ***
CL: IF CRUISE HITS THIS AGAIN IT'S OVER! THERE IS NO WAY AT THIS
POINT COLE CAN SURVIVE A SECOND CRUISE CONTROL!
[Cruise begins to lift Cole into the powerbomb, but drops him ... He
pulls him up again, but the left shoulder just cant bring him up.
Cruise screams in frustration then rolls outside ...]
FH: Oh thank god!
CL: Justin Cruise couldn't lift Cole up in that Cruise Control again.
But what in the world is he doing?
FH: Has Cruise lost it?
[Cruise yanks a steel chair and folds it up ... He rolls under the
ropes and lifts it high over his head.]
*** MIXED REACTION FROM THE NEW YORK CROWD !!! ***
CL: DON'T DO IT JUSTIN!
FH: Go ahead ... It's only your dreams.
[Cruise has second thoughts as Duke Martin is right there in his ear
telling him if he does he will be forced to DQ him. The Champion who
is on his knee's crawling towards him sits there open for the shot.]
CL: Cruise is having second thoughts ...
[He lifts it high over his head and his face goes to a blank stare ...
Cole thrust his arm up for a low blow at the last second before Cruise
couldn't even if he was going to swing it down.]
*** GROOOOOOANNNNNNNNNNS ***
FH: Well that's a way to make sure your head isn't knocked off.
CL: There goes that chair. We may never know if Cruise would have
done it.
[Cruise is bent over holding his family jewels as the Champion is up
and he lifts the challenger up ....]
"___THUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"
*** MIXED REACTION FIIIINNNNIIISHHHHAAAA POP!!! ***
FH: MOTHER F'N CAST OUT POWERBOMB LESTER!!!!
ONE ...
TWO ...
THREE ???
*** MATCH IS OVER POP!!! ***
<<< DING DING >>>
CL: Holy moly... Rob Cole some how ... has finally put Justin Cruise
shoulders to the mat. The Blade appeared to get so close on so many
occasions. That shoulder in the end wasn't able to lift him in a
second cruise control and finally he snapped.
FH: I told you Lester ... A calculated assassin.
HD: The winner of this match ... AND STILL PVW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT
CHAMPION!!!
*** A FULL FLEDGE MADISON SQUARE GARDEN POP!!! ***
... ROB COLE !!!
CL: Listen to these fans Fred. They respect the effort their home
town hero ... Rob Cole put forth. They respect the career ... And
they are standing giving BOTH MEN an ovation.
[Rob Cole accepts the title and tries to rise to his feet. only to
have them buckle beneath him. He kneels in the center of the ring and
stares down at the World Title for a long moment as the crowd
continues to cheer the match and the challenger, ignoring the World
Champion for a moment as he stares at his belt. Justin Cruise limping
and bloodied, but a warrior makes his way up the aisle, the fans pat
the challenger on the back as Rob Cole lifts the title and gazes into
the bloodstained metal.. And then tosses the title aside, looking away
from it! He shakes his head once and tries to rise to his feet again.]
FH: What the hell is happening with the Champ? He won the match. and
these people still refuse to show him an ounce of respect! It makes
me sick to watch it.
CL: I hate to say it, Fred. but I actually agree with you tonight!
Rob Cole came out here and threw zero tolerance away, he threw his ego
away, and he threw everything into this match and managed to prove
precisely why everyone not only fears but, at one time, respected The
Outcast in that ring! He was the man he used to be, and he should be
proud of his performance tonight!
[Cole finally rises to his feet, and some trash begins to come in the
ring at him as the crowd is still somewhat torn down the middle... a
cup of beer nails his chest, and the Outcast ignores it as he walks
away from the World Title. He walks to the ropes, steps through them,
and walks down past the announcers. leaping over the guardrail as fans
clear the area. Rob Cole is met at the rail by his wife, wearing a
baseball cap and crying as she wraps her arms around her monstrous
husband. The two outsiders hold each other as the arena begin to fall
silent, not able to tell if they should boo or cheer?]
CL: Fred what is going on here?
[As one challenger failed and disappeared ... Another emerges at the
top of the aisle way.]
CL: Who is that?
FH: Who do you think Lester ... It's the man putting a claim in for
the next shot.
CL: Against who? Rob Cole just left the World title inside the ring.
[The lights point down on the figure and the Widowmaker Captain ...
Mr. Called Shot ... The man who tore London apart last night ... Rick
Marley stands looking down at the empty ring where just the PVW World
Heavyweight Title sits. Bandages across his face, but proud as ever
he motions that the title will be his as we fade to the PVW logo.]
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Credits:
Brian: Ladder 2nd Half of Detson v. Spectre, Cole v. Cruise
Rob: Unholy War
Don: Holliday v. Feyr
Christophe: Daniels v. Sinister
Dan: First half of Detson v. Spectre
Mark C: Dr. X v. Foley
Chris O'D: Werner v. Magnum
Bruffy: Gionet v. Manson
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