[The scene opens up with a camera view from the front of a car, not
the front ... Talking the inside, as in a camera's on the
dashboard and looking back into the car.  Devin Houlihan is driving
(wearing a blue Nerd Power Collective shirt?!?!?) and seems quite
content, with his hair pulled back in a ponytail, thumbs drumming on
the wheel.  JD is in the passenger seat, with his head all bandaged
up?!?! He looks quite upset, as he just stares out the window.  Uncle
Sid is stretched across the back seat, snoring away.]

DEVIN: So...   We just... not going to talk
the WHOLE
way back to California?

[JD turns, shoots Devin the nastiest look, and just looks right back
out the window.]

DEVIN: Really? Is like that?  Fine, sorry for trying
to do a favor for an old friend! A friend that without him in our
life... NONE OF THIS WOULD BE HAPPENING! But that doesn't matter...
All that matters is JD's little plan!

[Devin grunts, as JD again turns his head, and shoots Devin the
nastiest look EVVVVEEEERRRR.... but this time, talks.]

JD: I respect and appreciate _EVERYTHING_ Ryan Delaney has done for
us.  I _know_ that he is the one that trained us and helped us craft
our skill set.  I _get_ that without his help, none of this would
happen.... but what I _don't_ get is the importance of driving across
the country a week before one of the biggest matches in our careers
for a one off [bleep] showcase match with a pair of deranged _FREAKS_!

[JD pauses, anger dripping from his words.  Devin keeps his eyes
forward, not liking JD's choice of words.]

JD: Delaney knows we love him.  Delaney is so proud of us for what
we've done in Pee Vee Dubbya.  He woulda' understood the need to stay
out West and stay focused  He woulda' got the idea that we had a
bigger fish to fry than worry about some Ess Pee Dubbya _TRASH_!

[JD just shakes his head, and looks back out the window.  Devin breaks
the silence.]

DEVIN: ...,you're just mad cause you got your ass whooped......

[JD just punches Devin right in the shoulder.]

DEVIN: OWWW! [BLEEP] MAN!!! You can't punch the driver!!!

JD: Get put through a few tables by a psychotic maniac, and then talk
to me!

DEVIN: Whatever.....

[The two remain silent for a few seconds....]

JD: What I really don't get, Dev... is that you keep telling me this
crusade you're on... this mission to the break the rules to achieve
victory... To me, it just speaks all that you wanna do is go out there
and be the best tag team Pee Vee Dubbya's got to offer...

[Devin nods.]

DEVIN: In a nutshell, yea, that's the overall goal...

JD: Then... WHY THE [BLEEP] DID WE GO TO INTO DERP AND GET OUR ASSES
KICKED!??! HOW THE HELL DID THAT HELP OUT OUR GOAL OF BEING PEE VEE
DUBBYA TAG CHAMPS BY THE NEW YEAR!?!?! HOW DID ME GETTING PUT THROUGH
TABLE AFTER TABLE... BLEEDING LIKE A STUCK PIG... HOW DID THAT HELP US
GET READY FOR ONE OF THE BIGGEST MATCHES IN OUR CAREER?????? HOW????
HOW???? HOW DID IT YOU [BLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEPPPPPPP] JEW!?!?! [BLEEP] GAWD
DAMN JAG OFF!!!!!!!!!!!

[WHAAAAMMM!!!!!]

[JD punches the dashboard, the impact's loud enough it would have woke
up Uncle Sid, but JD's yelling tirade already did that. JD stops,
finally... Out of breath.. it seems...  Silence feels the car for a
good thirty seconds, as Uncle Sid tries to figure out what the hell is
going on.]

DEVIN: Feel better now, brutha man??? But that felt good to get that
out....

[With that, Devin reaches out and presumably turns up the radio, as
the music volume rises.  JD shoots Devin another nasty look, as the
camera fades, the final words from Uncle Sid "We need to stop and get
some cream! My hemorrhoids are flaring!" The screen becomes black for
a long moment as Linkin Park's Faint becomes audible.]

I am a little bit of loneliness, a little bit of disregard
Handful of complaints but I can't help the fact

[Rapid fire shots of the PVW stars begin to flash across the screen.
The painted faces of Wolf and Doom fill the screen for a few moments
before slowly into Chris Hartt, who slowly fades out to be replaced by
Danny Daniels, who is replaced by Nevermind who is replaced by Rob
Cole staring at Christopher Black holding the PVW Television
Championship high in the air.]

That everybody can see these scars
I am what I want you to want, what I want you to feel

[Christopher Black fades into Gabriel Whitecross who fades into Johnny
Detson, the Supreme Championship Belt resting on his right shoulder.
Slowly Detson fades into the Tag Team Champions Livestock and The
Gutch.]

But it's like no matter what I do, I can't convince you
To just believe this is real

[The tag team champions fade into Max and Sal who fade into Uncle
Frank and Uncle Frank fades into Senor Cloak Dos leaping into the air
as William Craven glares up at him in disbelief.]

So I, let go watching you turn your back like you always do
Face away and pretend that I'm not

[Cloak Dos fades into Devin Houlihan blasting Drake Dresden with a
spiked glove that image slowly fades into the Heavyweight Champion
Gibson Hayes with the PVW Championship belt slung across his
shoulder.]

But I'll be here cause you're all that I've got

[For a few long moments Hayes smiles at the world before all fades to
black. Suddenly the PVW logo flashes onto the screen ...





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[And we cut live to the arena where the fans are rabid. The camera
pans quickly about the arena showing various signs WE ARE WITH YOU
JOSIE - I WANT TO BE A MASKED BRO - FONTANA BROKE MY ARM - GET ON YOUR
KNEES FOLEY - CHRISTOPHER THE BLACK HEART - DOUBLE DANNY WILL ALWAYS
BE SUPREME - EPSTEIN'S TIME FOR PAY BACK - SIN IS MY FATHER, FRANK IS
MY UNCLE, AND THE BIZ IS MY LITTLE BITCH BROTHER! The camera finally
pans to the announce table where Josh Morgan is sitting, wearing a
black PVW polo shirt and next to him is sitting the perfection of
professionalism, Matthew Anderson, who is wearing a pale blue dress
shirt with a black and pale blue striped tie.]

JM: Hello fans and welcome to Shockwave! I'm Josh Morgan and with me
is ...

MA: The man who is dynamite on the microphone Matthew Anderson! Told
you last week kid, I can handle my own introductions. The fans hung on
my every word when I dominated the Carolinas!

JM: Ah yes, the proud Anderson family from North Carolina, did your
career end up as storied as Marcus'?

[Matthew glares at Josh for a long moment.]

MA: You know all about my injury, you punk! But tonight isn't about my
injury and we all know it's not about your barely on Fred Hoyle's
level of announcing. Tonight is the prelude to Tradition 6  and our
main event pits Tyson Cain and The Mercenary up against the returning
Tom Landis and his partner making his in ring debut for the PVW, a
former world champion Alex Epstein!

JM: That's a pay per view main event and we're giving it to the great
PVW fans tonight! Also tonight the PVW will witness the debut of the
tag team The Rock n Roll Connection ...

MA: As well as the Japanese superstar Tetsuo Kimura, who is known
throughout the orient for the most lethal kicks in this business.

JM: Also the Berserkers step into the ring with the newly reunited Sex
Appeal.

MA: Who are coming off a huge win against the number one contenders to
the tag team championship, Max and Sal.

JM: It's a tainted win, Matthew.

MA: Mr. Anderson.

JM: Still won't happen. Paco Magnon dressed up like Sal and allowed
himself to get pinned.

MA: The referee and everyone else clearly saw Sal being pinned in that
ring.

JM: The HEAT cost Max and Sal a win, plain and simple.

MA: The bottom line is Sex Appeal is coming off a huge win and I
predict that they will be the ones to end the Berserkers win streak
tonight. Just like I predict Mike Bisignano will take Caleb Foley to
the woodshed.

JM: Last week Caleb, picked up the win and I see him doing it again
tonight with Sinister in his corner. Fans I'm getting word that Dean
Hayes is in back with Alex Epstein. Take it away, Dean.

[Camera flips over to the very much Lucha Dean Hayes.]

DH: Thanks Josh. Tonight, wrestling sees the return of this man...

[The PVW fans cheer loudly as "The Extreme" Alex Epstein walks into
the shot. Epstein, wearing the trademark Ray Ban wayfer shades and red
boxers robe over his wrestling tights, looks at Hayes.]

AE: What the hell are you supposed to be?

DH: Well, I...

AE: IT DOESN'T MATTER WHO YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE!

[The fans cheer loudly.]

AE: Yeah I stole his damn bit--sue me.

[Epstein pauses for a moment.]

You know what else matters Dick?

DH: Actually it's Dean...

[Alex stops and looks at this masked man.]

AE: Like I was saying Dick, the only thing that matters is that
finally Alex Epstein is gonna get in the ring and when I do Merc is
gonna get the beating of his life.

DH: What about Tyson Cain?

[Epstein gives him a weird look.]

AE: Look Dick...

DH: It's Dean.

[Alex ignores him and just keeps going...]

AE: Tyson Cain, Citizen Kane, Dean Cain, Candy Cane--Jessica Marshall
can bring'em all and her little Merc too 'cause it ain't gonna matter.

I'm back and nobody...

AND I MEAN NOBODY...

Is going to stop me.

DH: Well it sounds like Alex Epstein is ready for action. back to you
guys!

[Epstein looks at Hayes.]

AE: What is this--Halloween? Did I miss a memo again.

[Cut back to the ringside area where Matthew Anderson has a baffled
look upon his face.]

MA: Really? He's still wearing that goofy mask. Luckily I'm here
tonight to bring professionalism back to the PVW.

JM: Dean spent a few weeks down in Mexico discussing a potential ASLL
PVW talent swap and he gained a respect for the tradition of the mask.

MA: He's a backstage announcer, he represents the PVW there is no need
for him to be wearing a mask.

JM: A bit bitter tonight, Matthew.

MA: Just stating the facts, Josh. And here's a great one for you, we
are just mere moments from Tetsuo Kimura in ring debut.

JM: That we are and his opponent is already in the ring.

MA: "The Titan" Scott Brom, the son of Eddie Brom who was the original
Titan in the Carolina Pro Wrestling Association in the late sixties
and early seventies.

[The camera pans to the ring where Scott Brom stands, all six foot
nine inches and three hundred and fifteen pounds of him. Brom's black
hair is buzzed close to the scalp, he has dark brown eyes and a black
soul patch. He is wearing a pair of long red wrestling tights with the
word Titan down the right leg in emerald green lettering and black
boots.]

HD: Ladies and gentlemen, already in the ring ... he hails from Mount
Olympus and weighs in at three hundred and fifteen pounds ... this is
"The Titan"


!!! SCOTT BROM !!!


JM: He claims to be from Mount Olympus?

MA: Mount Olympus in Washington, Josh. This isn't the eighties. I know
that Brom has been a journey man for the past couple of years in the
business, making a name for himself in a few independents on the
eastern sea board looking for a chance to make a name for himself like
his daddy did.

JM: The question is will tonight be his time?

["The Frayed Ends of Sanity" by Metallica hits the speakers.  The
Wizard of Oz chant soon begins.]

#OHHHHHHHHHHHH EEEEEEEEEEEEE OHHH#
#WE GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OHHHHH#
#OHHHHHHHHHHHH EEEEEEEEEEEEE OHHH#
#WE GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OHHHHH#
#OHHHHHHHHHHHH EEEEEEEEEEEEE OHHH#
#WE GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OHHHHH#

[As the dark chant continues along, the camera focuses on the
curtains. A spotlight moves over the entrance area as the main riff
kicks in and out Kimura is dressed in a no nonsense manner in his
black knee-length tights, black kneepads and black boots.  Holding his
hands to his hips, Tetsuo twists his head to look at the left side of
the crowd before twisting his head the other way to the right, staring
out at the people like he owns the building. Mr. Saito walks out
beside his prize fighter, his arms crossed in satisfaction.

HD: And his opponent hails from Osaka City, Japan and weighs in at two
hundred and thirty-six pounds ... this is ...


!!! TETSUO KIMURA !!!

[Beginning his trek down the aisleway, Kimura is nothing if not
intense. His eyes are focused on the ring, the Japanese warrior
refusing to turn and acknowledge the fans he passes by, nothing
clouding his vision but what must be done.

He reaches the apron and pulls himself up. Stepping through the ropes
and into the ring, Kimura walks straight to his corner. Mr. Saito
follows around the side of the ring, meeting Kimura in his corner,
saying words of encouragement and clapping his hands together
confidently for his man.]

JM: Tetsuo and his manager are brimming with confidence as they make
their way to the ring.

MA: and why shouldn't they be? Tetsuo is the biggest star to come from
the Orient in years and from my understanding Mr. Saito is mastermind
that brought Kimura to the PVW.

[Kimura stretches his back against the ropes and pushes off, sending a
straight kick flying forward, and following that up by throwing mock
punches into the air while bouncing off the balls of his feet. The
Osaka Demon is ready to fight.]

As the music dies down, Tetsuo Kimura walks over to the referee and
speaks with him. Once done, Kimura slaps the man hard on the shoulder
and nods confidently, heading back to his corner.


^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
SHOCKWAVE: SINGLES MATCH

TETSUO  KIMURA v SCOTT BROM
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^


!!! DING DING DING !!!


[As the bell rings Scott Brom quickly locks up with Tetsuo Kimura and
uses his size advantage to push the Japanese star into the ropes.
Scott drives a right hand into the side of Tetsuo's head and follows
up with a stiff elbow.]

JM: Brom looking strong here at the moment as he grabs Brom's arm and
whips him hard into the ropes.

MA: Kimura ducks the clothesline and rebounds off of the ropes.

[As Kimura rebounds off of the ropes Brom catches him with a spinning
side slam driving Tetsuo Kimura into the mat.]

MA: The spinning side slam was one of his father's signature moves and
he nailed it perfectly!


!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!


JM: Tetsuo Kimura with a powerful kickout!

MA: Brom though staying on the offense as he pulls Tetsuo up and
quickly whips him into the corner.

[Brom charges forward but Tetsuo lifts his boot and drives it into the
jaw of Brom. As Brom staggers back Tetsuo charges forward and leaps
driving a high knee into the jaw Brom. Brom staggers back again but
the big man is able to stay on his feet. Tetsuo rushes off of the far
side ropes and catches Brom with a spinning elbow that sends "The
Titan" down to one knee.]


"____TTTHHHWWWAAACCCKKK___"


JM: What a kick to the side of Brom's head!

[[Brom crashes to the mat in a heap as Tetsuo stares down at the big
man.]

MA: Brom looks out of it as Tetsuo rolls him over to his back.

JM: He's not looking for the cover as he is ascending to the top rope.

[Tetsuo pauses for a few moments on the top rope before he leaps off.]

MA: Diving double stomp into the chest of Brom!

[Tetsuo covers Brom.]



!!! ONE !!!



!!! TWO !!!



!!! THR -- !!!



JM: And the big man kicks out.

MA: To the surprise of both Mr. Saito and Tetsuo Kimura.

[Tetsuo runs his hands over his head before reaching down and pulling
Scott Brom back up to his feet. Tetsuo drives his right palm into the
chest of Brom, who grabs his chest with left hand. Tetsuo grabs the
right arm of Brom and attempts to whip him into the ropes but Brom is
able to reverse the whip and sends Tetsuo into the ropes. Tetsuo
rebounds out and is leveled with a clothesline. Brom grabs his chest
again before pulling Tetsuo to his feet and grabbing his head with his
right hand.]

MA: Brom has the claw locked on Tetsuo  ... could he be looking for
the
Iron Claw Slam.

[Brom grabs the back of Kimura but before he can begin to lift Kimura
into the air, Kimura drives his right hand into the throat of Brom,
causing the big man to release his grip on the head of Kimura. Kimura
drives his knee into the mid-section of Brom doubling him over.]

JM: Brom is doubled over and Tetsuo grabs his head.


TWHACK

TWHACK

TWHACK


MA: Three vicious knees into the head of Brom and the man from Mount
Olympus is once again on the mat.


TWHACK

TWHACK

TWHACK


JM: And he follows up with a series of kicks to the ribs of Brom.

MA: Tetsuo showing how he injured more than his fair share of
opponents in Japan with those powerful kicks.

[Brom winces in pain and tries to push himself to his feet but before
he can Tetsuo rushes forward.]


"___CCCRRRAAACCCKKK___"


MA: WHAT IMPACT! Tetsuo just punted Brom in the head and Brom looks
out of it!

[Brom lands on his back and staring at the lights. Slowly he blinks
his eyes but Tetsuo drops for the cover and hooks the far side leg.]



!!! ONE !!!



!!! TWO !!!



!!! THREE !!!


MA: And Tetsuo Kimura picks up the win!


!!! DING DING DING !!!

HD: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner ....

!!! TETSUO KIMURA !!!

JM: Brom had a few moments of brilliance out there but Tetsuo Kimura's
kicks were just too much for him.

MA: I told you Josh, Tetsuo is the future of the PVW. And now Tetsuo
Kimura is demanding a microphone.

TK:  This... this is what you bring me?

[He spits on the ground and shakes his head.]

TK:  You would disrespect me with this?

[He turns and motions to the fallen Brom.]

TK:  I am the Osaka Demon and I am the last true warrior of Japan!  I
left my homeland to this country for a real challenge, and you put me
up against this oversized boy?

[He shakes his head and balls his fist.]

TK:  I took this slob and I humiliated him... I humbled him with my
fists and my feet.  But it was a waste of my time, nothing but a mere
sparring session with a man that should never have been put in the
same ring with me.  I want a challenge... I want a _real_ challenge.
And if you keep putting me up against these pitiful dogs?  I will beat
them senseless, and I will cost this company more money in insurance
and lawsuits than they have ever seen before.  I will-

[Kimura's head suddenly flashes to the right as Scott Brom begins to
stir. Kimura's eyes widen and Brom pushes to an elbow, and grabs his
head with a pained expression on his face.  Kimura quickly takes two
steps forward and...]


"THWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!!!"


[...Soccer punts the Titan right across the face, causing the big man
to fling back to the mat, clutching his nose, and moaning loudly in
pain.  Blood is now flowing from his nose, and rabidly trickling to
the mat.  Kimura brings up the microphone as he stares down at Brom.]

TK:  ..._break_ bones.  That is a promise, Phoenix Valley Wrestling.

[A low rumble of a laugh emerges from the Osaka Demon, and as he drops
the microphone, a sinister smile forms on his face.]

["Warrior" By Disturbed explodes over the PA system as all eyes turn
to the top of the entryway. For his part, Kimura looks offended by the
interruption. A well built man wearing a dusty pair of jeans and a
black t-shirt walks into view, his face covered in a montage of
blazing red, orange, and white face paint. The crowd reaction is more
of surprise than anything else, The man raises a mic, his stare boring
holes through the Osaka Demon in the ring.]

JM: There has been backstage rumors about a man that goes by the name
of, Phoenix that has signed a PVW contract!

MA: That takes a nice set of brass balls right there.  Joining Phoenix
Valley Wrestling under the moniker of, Phoenix.

[The fans continue to give the flashy looking superstar a warm welcome
as the Japanese warrior glares towards the newcomer.]

"Kimura... If a challenge is what you want, stop taking your
aggression out on some helpless kid in the ring, and you and I, we can
do this right here, right now. This is now my home, and I'll be damned
if you'll act like a savage in it. You talk of respect? Show some
yourself! Or do I have to come down there and beat the respect out of
you?"

"Thud!"

[Phoenix drops the microphone and the crowd rumbles as he begins
walking to the ring!]

JM: Phoenix is standing up for PVW!

MA: Kimura's next victim... Haha!

[The cheers quickly turn into jeers as backstage officials flood out
of the entrance area stopping the altercation.  The Japanese warrior
stands in the center of the ring welcoming the man that goes by the
name Phoenix to join him.]

JM: And not tonight apparently.

MA: PVW knows it's bad for business if you allow a man named Phoenix
to go down to the ring and get sent packing on his first night on
television, Joshua.

JM: And the fans seem to be taking to his guy rather quickly.

MA: They are like puppets.  You pull their string and they cheer for
the guy that they are told too.  If you are selling a product that
"stands" for the first word of your product ... Then you are going to
pull that string.  Dance puppets ... dance!

JM: I am getting word that Phoenix is no stranger to the wrestling
world or possibly, Kimura's style of wrestling.  He has spent time in
Japan learning the wrestling craft.

MA: He is a stalker ... Following Kimura to PVW.

[Cross fade to the backstage area. Where a lone man sits on one of the
locker room benches, head covered in the hood of his robe, fingers
cradling a photograph. He's so consumed by his thoughts that he
ignores the camera that spies him. He's Perry "Le Phenix" Fontana, no
doubt. You can tell by the dimpled chin that juts out from the depths
of the hood. The man who steps into the room behind the Everlasting
One, however, is better know as AsH. You can tell by his glistening
hair, spiking in every direction. AsH drops his travel bag and,
peeking over Il Eterno's shoulder, spies the photograph...]

AsH: That yours?

[Fontana jolts, and quickly tucks the picture deep into the folds of
his robe. He turns to look at AsH]

Fontana: What's it to you?

AsH: It's a cute kid, that's all.

[Resenting the veteran's intrusion, Il Eterno mumbles in gravelly
whispers.]

Fontana: Hrmf... All red...

...n' _puffy_...

AsH: That's how it goes, man. They come out all red and puffy, kinda
sticky until they get fully cleaned. And then they wrap 'em in a towel
and hand 'em over to you... and BAM! It hits you.

This puffy, screaming little thing is yours. It's half you, in fact.
Half the person you love the most, too. And from that point forward,
you never want to let them go.

[Fontana stiffens and looks up. All he's ever held is nothing but a
photograph.]

Fontana: Thank you for rubbing it in my _face_, cousin.

[Comprehension lights AsH's face.]

AsH: Oh... right. Forcing your loved ones away. I just figured, what
with the picture and all, you'd had a chance to at least talk to her.

Fontana: ...

AsH: Didn't get past security, eh?

[Once more, Fontana looks up at AsH, begrudging the intrusion.]

AsH: You think it's over, then? You're just gonna let her slip away,
is that it?

[The Deathless One's glare hardens.]

AsH: In that case, I know a great guy, super kid with the odd name of
Senor Cloak Dos. Could I give him her-

[Fontana bolts off the bench.]

Fontana: _NO_! No you CAN'T~!

AsH: So, we haven't just taken our ball and gone home yet?

Fontana: I can't _do_ that.

[Shrouded under the shadow cast by the hood of his robe, the Deathless
One's dark eyes narrow, and he clenches his jaw. Even in the face of
Fontana's overt anger, AsH smiles.]

AsH: Of course not! "Mr. Fantastic" Luke Fontana would never have
given up, so why would the son?

Fontana: Don't _bring_ that man into this! What do you WANT?
Rompipalle! You get some _sick_ PLEASURE out of tormenting me, is
_that_ it?

AsH: No, Perry. I'm doing this because... When my son was born, I
realized that there were a few things I could change for the better
about my life, because it wasn't just about me anymore. And since your
own father passed on long ago, I'm here to have that conversation with
you. I'm here to tell you the things Luke Fontana would tell you if he
were- ULP!

*BANG!*

[The Deathless One grabs AsH by the throat and slams him back first
into the lockers! He leans in and growls.]

Fontana: He wouldn't have _anything_ to say to ME!

[AsH blinks, struggles... pushes down on Fontana's elbows to break the
choke, then shoves "Il Eterno" away.]

AsH: Sure he would!

[AsH massages his neck.]

AsH: I remember all the promos... "I treat my fans the same way I
treat my son. I love them, same as my son! So you can believe in Mr.
Fantastic because he believes in YOU"

Fontana: SHUT UP!

[Perry lunges at AsH again, but the Cruiserweight Icon deftly dodges,
that sly smile on his face growing again.]

AsH: "Like I tell my son when I tuck him in bed: Dream BIG, sonny,
because tomorrow is FANTASTIC!"

Fontana: HE NEVER SAID THAT!

[AsH dodges another lunge, and even has the gall to flick Fontana
across the nose before faux-dancing out of arms reach again.]

AsH: Sure he did! I still have the tapes! Watched some of them so
often I know them by heart. In '91, against the Polish Assassin, he
said, um...

[He stops, to mimic Luke Fontana's grumbling baritone voice.]

AsH: "I know the kind of fight we're heading into, Polish Assassin. So
last night, I took my boy in my arms and told him how much daddy loves
him. I told my wife how much I loved her, and now, Polish Assassin,
I'm ready for ANYTHING! Are YOU?"

["Il Eterno" leaps over the bench towards AsH, who slides under the
bench quickly and is on the other side of the room, his smile nearly
ear to ear.]

Fontana: It's ALL _bull[BLEEP]_! ALL OF IT! He NEVER said any of those
things to me. He was shilling his T-Shirts!

[Fontana seethes, realizing that he may not be able to catch the wily,
caffeine addicted veteran.]

Fontana: He was so _obsessed_ with beating the Polish Assassin, he
only came home _twice_ during that entire feud, and when he did... He
didn't even _LOOK_ at me.

[AsH's smile fades as he leans back against the nearest wall.]

AsH: Are you telling me that "Mr. Fantastic" was some kind of fraud?

[The Deathless One drops his head down, somewhat defeated simply by
confessing the truth...]

Fontana: Ouais... but that's only half of it...

[AsH shakes his head in disbelief, then wipes the sweat off his brow.]

AsH: Then... I guess I'll have to tell you what I'll tell my own son
when the time comes. But before that, you feel like a walk? For some
reason my neck's bugging me right now...

[AsH gives his sly, jerkish smile again and motions towards the door.
Fontana sneers. As AsH steps out of the room, the King of Armbars
turns his back. One arm akimbo as the other pushes his weight off the
wall, the Everlasting One sighs, and shakes his head...

... But just before the image fades to black, he turns and
begrudgingly follows AsH out the doorway and the image cross fades
back to ringside.]

MA: Wait a minute. Is Perry Fontana going to receive words of wisdom
from AsH?

JM: It appears that way, Matthew.

MA: Mr. Anderson. I thought Perry Fontana was an intelligent man, but
to willingly listen to Ash, a man who talks to himself on a daily
basis ...

[Matthew allows his sentence to slowly trail off. The lights in the
arena dim to black as the booming intro of "Driven" by Sevendust can
be heard through the PA system.]

(stop the man)
From endin' up with all the chips so he can't
(promise him an only chance)
To have the freedom that's been takin' from me

[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 a chorus
of boos resonate throughout the arena.]

(you - can - try - to - lift - your - head - no)
You [bleep] up with me now live with the truth
Find a reason to lie (try)

[Larry Gionet slowly walks to the ring as the boos 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
just shrugs off the noise heard from the crowd.  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. 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 jeers continue mercifully.

Larry Gionet drops down, the blue turned to red lights flash across
the ring as he starts pulling on the ring ropes to test for give.
Charging through the shadows at breakneck speed, Gionet crashes into
the other side and skids to a halt in the center of the ring. Larry
raises both arms, one hand clamping his other wrist as he looks out
across the arena, cold blue eyes focused....

The lights begin to rise as Gionet raises a fist into the air. A
striking electric guitar solo blares throughout the packed house
leading his entrance theme like the cold glare in Larry's eyes
streaming out across the arena. Gionet grates a thumb across his neck
signaling for his music to be cut.]

# We built this city #

RA: Hailing from Sheffield, England and weighing in at 244 pounds...

["We Built This City" by Starship blares]

HD: ... JAIME ROBERTS!!!

[The fit, if not totally toned, Roberts explodes out of the curtain.
The scar down his back is noticeable, as is his long dark hair,
flowing with each step. He slaps the fans hands as the cheer wildly.]

# We built this city #
# We built this city on rock and roll #

MA: Gionet's going to stomp a mud hole in Roberts tonight! The PVW
Warrior is going to continue carving his path to the top of the
rankings!

JM: Larry better not get ahead of himself, Roberts is one fierce
competitor! He's not a former world champion for nothing!


^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
SHOCKWAVE: SINGLES MATCH

LARRY GIONET v JAIME ROBERTS
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^


!!! DING DING DING !!!


[The bell rings, and two men approach each other in the center of the
ring. Roberts immediately sticks his hand out, asking for a handshake.
Gionet chuckles... delays for a second but does grabs Robert's hand...
squeezing with all his might... AND THEN PULLS ROBERTS FORWARD WITH A
SHORT ARM CLOTHESLINE!]

MA: There's that aggressiveness Gionet needs to show! What a way to
come out of the gate swinging!

JM: He's certainly taking the early advantage in this one, wasting no
time locking Roberts in a.. KOJI CLUTCH!!!

[Gionet just squeezes and squeezes this deadly choke hold, trying to
put an early end to this match! Roberts is in visible pain, eyes wide
open, just sucking any little bit of air he can get...]

JM: Roberts doing all he can to get out of this hold!!! He's trying to
roll Gionet over....

MA: But that's not going to get him anywhere! He's stuck in the middle
of the ring! This is about to be over before it even began!!!

JM: I'm not so sure about that!

[Roberts gives up on rolling Gionet over, and instead begins to crawl
to the ropes. He's moving Gionet along, slowly as can be... Gionet
continues to wrench the submission hold as much as he possibly can,
wanting to do inflict the most about of damage possible.  Perhaps he
can feel the inevitable coming as the former "Sex Pistol" gets closer
and closer to the ropes!]

JM: Jamie's only a few inches away now!

MA: BUT HE LOOKS ABOUT OUT OF IT!!!

[FACE POP!]

JM: ROBERTS GOT TO THE ROPES!! ROBERTS GOT TO THE ROPES!!! BUT
GIONET'S NOT LETTING GO!

MA: He just wants to make sure he does as much damage as he can! He
knows this ain't gunna win it, but it can be the difference maker
later on!



ONE...




TWO...



JM: He's still not letting go! He's gunna get himself DQ'd!



THREE...



FOUR..



JM: FINNALLY!!!

[Gionet finally releases the hold, and gets to his feet, as Roberts
just breathes in deep, never releasing how much he loves oxygen.  For
this match in it's infancy, Roberts is certainly the worse for wear.
After taking the verbally beating from the ref, Gionet moves back in
on Roberts, trying to make sure he can capitalize on his early match
domination.]

JM: Gionet pulls Roberts to his feet...

MA: And he drags Robert's face right across that top rope! Talk about
brush burn!

[Gionet pulls Roberts off the ropes, hooks him for a suplex... NO!
Reversal by Roberts! He counters with... A SPINNING NECKBREAKER!!! The
crowd goes wild!]

JM: THAT'S CHAMPAGNE SUPERNOVA!!! His old finisher!!! With one full
swoop, Roberts might have just evened the playing field!

MA: It wasn't even to begin with! Roberts has miles to go before he
catches up to the PVW Warrior!

[Both men get to their feet about the same time.  Gionet looking
angry, Roberts looking winded.  Gionet charges in at Roberts... arm
drag takedown, flinging Gionet across the ring! Gionet charges in
again... another arm drag takedown!]

JM: Gionet gettin angrier and angrier with every arm drag!

MA: And that spells nothing good for Jamie! He does not want to poke
the sleeping bear!

[Gionet charges again... and this time Roberts takes him down with a
drop toe hold... and turns it into a full blown STF!!! Now Gionet's
the one locked up in a nasty submission hold!]

JM: Now Roberts is the one in control, trying to get Gionet' to tap
out!

MA: No way, Jamie wins it here, no way! Gionet's too STRONG! He can
just break this hold with pure strength if he wanted too!

JM: I'm not sure about that, Gionet looks pretty trapped to me! Not
like either one of this men has a distinct size advantage! I think
technically Roberts actually _outweighs_ Gionet!

MA: Doesn't matter! Look, Gionet's on the move! It's only a matter of
time till he gets to those ropes!

[Perhaps Matt is right, as Gionet is now crawling to the ropes,
desperately trying to break this hold just like Roberts had to do only
minutes ago.  The ref continues to check on Gionet, asking him if he's
giving up, and Gionet begins to just shout at him, "WATCH THIS!"... as
Gionet just powers his way too the ropes! The crowd is not pleased
whatsoever!]

MA: Told ya! Told you he's was breaking that hold!

JM: But the damage has been done, and now Roberts just needs to
capitalize!

[Soon as Roberts lets go, Gionet rolls himself out of the ring, trying
to give himself some space and some time to walk off the effects of
that nasty STF.  But Roberts has other ideas! As Gionet turns his back
to the ring, barking at some fan, Roberts runs to the top rope......
PLANCHA TO THE OUTSIDE!]


[MASSIVE I'M GUNNA TEAR UP A LEAF I'M SO ANGRY HEEL POP!]


MA: GIONET TURNED AROUND JUST IN TIME!!! He catches Roberts...

JM: ...and rams him back first into the ring post!!! And does it one
more time!

MA: And then does it again! Gionet really making Roberts pay for that
high risk attempt!

JM: _FALL AWAY SLAM_! Roberts is just flung to the ground!

[The crowd boo's and jeers the PVW Warrior, as Gionet rolls into the
ring.... only to roll right back out! All Gionet wanted to do was
break the count! Jawing right back at the crowd, Gionet pulls Roberts
to his feet... and whacks him with a forearm shot!]

JM: Another! And another! Roberts is just rocked... Gionet winds up,
going for a knockout punch... ROBERTS BLOCKS IT!

MA: Gionet tries again...

JM: And Roberts blocks that one too!

[Now Roberts is fighting back, punching Gionet with lefts and rights!
Larry backs up a few steps... SAVATE KICK!!! Roberts damn near kicks
Larry's head off... but does send him sprawling back into the
guardrail! Gionet hits the steel hard, as Roberts rolls back into the
ring, the fans on their feet cheering!]



ONE...



JM: Roberts seems to have regained control of this one! And he
certainly has the fans on his side!



TWO...




MA: Gionet's playing possum.  He's just letting Roberts believe he's
in control.




THREE....



JM: He sure looks like he's playing possum, stumbling around at
ringside, trying to clear those cobwebs out!



FOUR....



MA: It's all part of the act, just watch and see!

[Roberts relaxes in the corner, getting himself together, shaking off
the arms and legs, awaiting Gionet to get himself back in the ring.
The referee continues to count...]


FIVE....


JM: Gionet needs to get back in that ring! He's going to get himself
counted out!



SIX....



MA: There's no rush! He's got a few more seconds!

[But Gionet does it them, rolling himself back in the ring.  Roberts
pounces, but pays for his effort, as Gionet goes downstairs,
immobilizing the threat. He gets to his feet, and gives Roberts a few
palm thrusts...]

JM: Gionet gets him into a fireman's carry....

MA: AND DROPS HIM WITH A GUTBUSTER DROP!!!

JM: Followed by a nasty Yakuzi kick!!!

MA: This _OVER_! Gionet wins this right here!


!!! ONE !!!



!!! TWO !!!



JM: KICK OUT!!!!

[The fans are just ecstatic as their hero still lives! Gionet gets
right into the face of the referee, arguing the count, feeling it was
a bit slow. This gives Roberts enough time to get to his feet, Gionet
continues to berate the ref.]

JM: Gionet doesn't see Roberts!

MA: He will! He will! Come on, Gionet! Turn around!!!

[Roberts doesn't wait, he runs at Gionet, jumping thrust kick! It
connects right with the small of Gionet's back! Unfortunately, Roberts
plan leads to the referee getting smashed into the corner by Gionet!
Larry stumbles backwards a bit, as Roberts bounces off the ropes...
BULLDOG!!]

MA: But he can't make the cover cause the idiot knocked out the
referee!

JM: It was unintentional, I'm sure, but I can't argue there! Bad
planning for sure!

[Roberts takes one look at the referee and shakes his head, not
enjoying the idea that's all his fault.  But it break Robert's focus,
as he pulls Gionet to his feet... only to connect with a nasty
European uppercut!  Robert's holds onto Gionet's one wrist, pulling
him back... another European uppercut!]

JM: Roberts seems like he's back in control! A _THIRD_ European
uppercut! Gionet looks out on his feet!

MA: But Roberts can't win this match, he knocked out the referee!!!

[Despite the nasty uppercuts, Gionet falls back onto the ropes.
Taking a moment to check on the ref, Roberts continues his assault. He
approaches Gionet on the ropes.... Gionet kicks Roberts in the gut!]

MA: Here's Gionet's come back! Right here!

JM: Roberts approaches again, and takes another kick by Gionet!
There's certainly still some fight left in the PVW Warrior!

MA: FISH HOOOK! FISH HOOK OF DOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!

JM: Gionet gets behind Roberts, just yanking away with that fish
hook...

MA: BELLY TO BACK SUPLEX!!!

JM: At least he let go of the fish hook before dropping Roberts on his
head!!!

MA: But thanks to that moron... Now Gionet can't win this match!

JM: I don't think Gionet quite has winning on the mind right now!

[Roberts lays near the bottom rope on the one side of the ring.
Gionet takes a running start.... BASEBALL SLIDE DROPKICK! Gionet kicks
Roberts right out of the ring, and the PVW Warrior wastes no time
getting to the outside himself!]

JM: This could be very bad for Roberts, as without a referee...
Gionet's free to do what he wants!

MA: And he certainly will do whatever he wants to do! Like right now!
He's just stomping away on Roberts!

JM: Now he pulls Roberts to his feet, connecting with more forearm
shots, before tucking Roberts head in between his legs...

MA: I know what Larry's thinking right now! He's thinking of power
bombing Roberts onto that guardrail!

[Gionet gets Roberts right up in the air, and holds him there for a
second, mocking the front row fans....

EARTH SHATTERING, RECORD DECIBEL LEVEL FACE POP!]

JM: GIONET FORGOT ONE THING....... YOU CANNOT POWERBOMB JAMIE
ROBERTS!!!!

MA: I didn't believe it...  But wow....

JM: Gionet is now planted in the second row! PVW fans have been sent
scattering as the wrestlers have now made their way into the crowd!!

MA: Now this is where we will see what type of a man Gionet is! If he
can come back from that, he is certainly destined to one day hold that
PVW Heavyweight strap!

[Despite being the one who performed the move, Roberts is just about
as worse for wear for Gionet.... only difference being Gionet is in
the second row! In the ring, the ref has finally gotten to his feet,
and begins a count.... as best he can!]


ONE...


JM: There's no way Gionet's making it back to the ring to beat this
ten count!

MA: I think both men are going to make it in the ring easy with as
slow as that ref is counting!

JM: Hate to admit, but again... you're right! That ref is certainly
still feeling the effects of eating that top turnbuckle!


TWO....


MA: I see movement!!! Gionet's using a chair to get himself to his
feet!

JM: And Roberts has sat up, now leaning against the guardrail...


THREE...


MA: Gionet stumbles forward to the guardrail! He's only ten feet or so
from the ring now! He can do this!

JM: Maaaaybeee, but he looks to me like he's spent what's left in the
tank getting to the guardrail! Roberts has pulled himself to his feet,
now leaning his forearms on the guardrail...

MA: Gionet's just taking his time! He hears the ref, he know's he's
got time for a breather here!


FOUR...


JM: Gionet gets over the guardrail, but that was hardly graceful! It
was more like a flop!

MA: Call it whatever you want to call it, the only thing that matters
is Gionet's just that much closer to the ring! I'm telling you... He's
gunna break this count!

JM: Roberts gets himself to the ring apron...


FIVE...


[As Gionet finally gets to his feet.... the crowd becomes electric as
a... crazed fan hops the guardrail!?!?! NOOOOOO! That's no crazed fan!
That's CALEB FOLEY... and he's got a shillelagh in his hand, that hand
crafted Irish cane!]

MA: What is Foley doing out there!?!? He's going to ruin this for
Gionet!!!

JM: Roberts sees Foley first, and goes for a clothesline!

MA: Foley ducks and Roberts eats that cane! Get him Larry!

JM: Gionet tries.... HE EATS NOTHING BUT CANE!

[The referee begins to signal wildly for the bell.]


!!! DING DING DING !!!


JM: The referee has called for the bell and I have to assume he's
thrown this match out.

[The crowd goes wild as Foley thrusts the shillelagh him into the air
but those soon become boos as Gionet is up and nails Foley with a low
blow.]

MA: These fans are insane! They cheer a man drilling two individuals
with a shillelagh but the boo someone who defends himself.

JM: A low blow is defending yourself? He could prevent Foley from
having children.

MA: Who would want to have kids with him? Gionet has Foley by the head
and he slams him face first into the guardrail.

[The fans continue to boo for a few more moments, but those boos soon
turn to cheers as Roberts is back to his feet and grabs Gionet by the
arm. Roberts begins to whip Gionet, but he counters it and turns the
whip into a short arm clothesline driving Roberts to the concrete back
first. Gionet boot scrapes Roberts face before grabbing Foley again,
who drives an elbow into Gionet mid-section.]

JM: Foley turning the tables with that elbow ...

MA: And here comes PVW security!

[Security flocks to the ringside area and begins to separate the three
men, much to the disapproval of the fans.]

JM: As order is finally being restored let's hear from Herk Douglas.

HD: Ladies and gentlemen, this match has been ruled a NO CONTEST!

[The crowd boos loudly as Gionet screams at Foley that he's a dead
man.]

MA: Caleb Foley cost Larry Gionet a victory here tonight and it's only
a matter of time before he realizes another mistake and apologizes to
Gionet. And I'm not sure Gionet will be in a forgiving mood.

JM: I still wonder what has come over Caleb. This isn't like him at
all.

MA: He's realizing he's not as good as he hypes himself up to be. And
later tonight "The Biz" will show him that first hand.

JM: Before that though we will see the Berserkers in action against
Sex Appeal.

MA: Time for the Berserkers undefeated streak to come to a halt.

JM: Sex Appeal was extremely quiet this week ...

MA: Talking doesn't win you matches. And I promise you Josh, Alex
Adams has Sex Appeal ready for tonight.

JM: I'm told we're about to comments from the Berserkers regarding
their match which is up next.

[We cut backstage where the Berserkers are getting ready for match
with Sex Appeal in.]

Wolf: Sex Appeal we saw the way you won last Heatwave.  The games you
played with Max and Sal ... Rest assure that it doesn't matter if you
bring the whole PVW locker room down to aid you.  It will be a cold
day in hell before you are able to do the same thing to Doom and I!

Doom: Sex Appeal ... I see you have yourselves a legend standing in
your corner calling the shots.  A general too washed up to lace the
boots up himself.

[Doom lets out a laugh.]

Doom: Well that's fine by us.  You see we have never had anyone doing
the thinking, but ourselves.  We are the complete package ... Two
intimidating forces that bring raw strength and wrestling savvy.  To
be a champion in this sport you have to be able to over come all odds.
And this Shockwave we will continue our winning streak by taking your
two skulls and smashing them together!

Wolf: Sex Appeal just like Baltic Avenue did last week ... We have a
message for you.  We are the new gateway to the PVW tag team division.
You want to make some noise around here?  Then let's see what you have
later tonight.  The California fans are going to have a little dejavu
... because when we lift your limp caracas up in the air and send it
down to Hades ... We will give you the BOOM!

Doom: BOOM!

[And before Wolf can finish it ... A familiar lovable masked
superstar, Masked Maniac leaps onto the scene and shouts.]

Masked Maniac: BOOM!

[The two painted Berserkers stop and turn towards the masked superstar
with growls.]

Masked Maniac: Whoa ... Paint makes chicks faint!

[And like that he makes is way past the two intimidating tag team
superstars, singing, "Hotel California" ... As the Berskerkers stand
there with WTF expressions on their face.  We cut back to ring side.]

MA: What is going on in this league? First Dean Hayes thinks it's
Halloween and that ... that ...

JM: At a loss for words, Matthew?

MA: How many times kid? How many times do I have to tell you? It's
Mister Anderson to you.

JM: ...

MA: Don't speak. I know you're too slow to learn a simple lesson.

JM: While we were hearing those comments from the Berserkers Sex
Appeal and Alex Adams made their way to the ring. Let's go to Herk for
the introduction.

["Heartless" by Kanye West stops playing as Herk Douglas begins to
speak.]

HD: Ladies and gentlemen, introducing first, they are accompanied by
ALEX ADAMS and weighing in at a combined four hundred and ninety-eight
pounds they are "Flex Appeal" SHANE LUCAS and "Sexecutioner" MARTY
"The Gangstah of Love" POWELL ... together they are known as ...


!!! SEX APPEAL !!!

MA: What a travesty that the viewers at home were not privileged to
witness their great entrance. Instead the had to listen to someone
talk about paint making chicks faint.

* DAAAAAAAA *
* DUN DUN DUNNNNN *

[The opening rift of Master Of Puppets by Metallica begins to blast
through the arena.]

HD: And their opponents hail from Chicago, Illinois and weigh in at a
combine weight of 577 pounds. They are DOOM and WOLF ... together they
are known as ...


!!! THE BERSERKERS !!!


[The two menacing warriors from Chicago emerge from the backstage
area.  Dressed on black and red pants the power and glory face painted
tag team specialized in intimidation stand soaking up the roaring
guitar.  On the left is the 6'3" / 275 pound, Wolf.  He stands a bit
more slender with the face paint of a wolf across his face.  On the
right is the 6'2" / 302 pound, Doom.  He is only an inch smaller than
his partner but his body frame is one of a bull.  With exploding bombs
painted across his face the two warriors begin storming towards the
ring ready for battle.]

MA: Wolf and Doom are impressive in stature but so far they haven't
shown me much.

JM: And what has sex appeal shown you that they can take advantage of
a situation?

MA: Exactly. And that is the true sign of champions in the making. I
mean even Livestock Zappa and the Gutch took advantage of a situation
when they won the PVW Tag Team Championship.


^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
SHOCKWAVE: TAG TEAM MATCH

SEX APPEAL v THE BERSERKERS
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^


!!! DING DING DING !!!


JM: It looks like Wolf and Shane Lucas will start off the match for
their respective teams.

MA: Shane Lucas going right after Wolf as he charges him and catches
him with a shoulder block.

JM: And Wolf isn't budged.

MA: And neither is Lucas who only gives up roughly ten pounds to Wolf.
See what happens when the Berserkers face men their own size.

[Wolf slaps his left shoulder with his right hand, daring Lucas to try
that again and he does so, but this time with a the added momentum of
the ropes. And again Wolf isn't budged. It's now Lucas' turn to slap
his shoulder and a smirk crosses the painted face of Wolf as he rushes
towards the ropes and rebounds off, as he charges Lucas, Lucas side
steps him and Wolf rebounds off of the far side ropes.]

JM: Lucas dropping his head ...


TWHACK


MA: And he pays for it as Wolf catches him in the chest with a swift
kick.

[Lucas stands up and Wolf runs him down with a clothesline. The crowd
roars their approval as Wolf doesn't waste a second in pulling Lucas
to his feet and nailing a swinging neckbreaker.]

JM: Wolf is clearly in charge here as he's back to his feet quickly
and leaps into the air ... and he drives his fist in between the eyes
of
Shane Lucas.

[The continues to cheer as Lucas grabs his face and rolls towards his
corner. Wolf stands to his feet and thumps his chest as Lucas reaches
up and tags in Powell. On the outside Alex Adams shakes his head to
the side.]

JM: I thought you said Alex Adams would have his men ready for
tonight.

MA: He will, Josh, he will. Just because Wolf got lucky doesn't mean
Sex Appeal isn't ready.

JM: Uh huh.

[Powell enters the ring and raises his hand.]

JM: Does Powell want a test of strength with Wolf? You have to be
kidding me.

MA: That might not be the brightest idea.

[Wolf lets forth a deep laugh as he raises his hand and begins to
interlock his fingers with Powell but Powell catches him in the mid-
section with a swift kick and follows it up with a straight knee to
the jaw.]

MA: Brilliant! I told you Josh. Now watch the clinic.

[Powell quickly applies a side headlock but before he can take
advantage Wolf uses his size advantage and pushes him into the ropes
and drives his elbow into the ribs of Powell.]

JM: Wolf shoving Powell across the ring ... and Wolf drops his head,
and
Powell with a leapfrog over him.

[Lucas slaps Powell on the back tagging himself in. As Powell rebounds
off of the ropes he catches Wolf in the jaw with a beautiful
dropkick, which doesn't floor the big man but Lucas rushes into the
ring and drills Wolf with a clothesline taking him to the mat.]

MA: Lucas pulling Wolf up quickly and showing his own power as he
takes Wolf over with a Belly to Belly suplex. Not quite as crisp as I
used to execute it but effective.

[Lucas rolls to his feet as Wolf quickly stands to his feet and
charges forward leveling Lucas with a clothesline. Doom shouts BOOM as
Lucas collapses to the mat. Wolf pulls Lucas to his feet and clubs him
with a massive forearm before tagging in Doom. The crowd cheers as
Wolf drops to one knee and performs a double biceps pose. As he does
that Doom applies a front chancery and powers Lucas into the air and
executes a front layout suplex across the knee of Wolf.]

MA: Get the showboating cheater out of the ring.

JM: He has till the count of five to leave the ring, so I don't see
any cheating.

MA: And you have no idea what you're talking about ever.

[Doom pulls Shane Lucas to his feet and in an impressive display of
power he press slams Lucas back to the mat. Doom with the cover.]



!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!


[The crowd moans in disappointment as the referee thrusts only two
fingers into the air.]

MA: Shane Lucas edged his right shoulder up.

JM: The former champions seem to have their hands full as Doom pulls
Lucas up ... thumb to the eye!

[The referee warns Shane Lucas not to do that again, as he says it was
an accident. Lucas grabs the back of Doom's head and drives his elbow
into his jaw once, twice and a third time. Doom staggers a step back
and the near two hundred and seventy pound Shane Lucas catches him
with a standing dropkick that sends Doom staggering to the ropes.
Powell drives his knee into the back of Doom, which sends him
staggering towards Lucas.]

MA: DDT! Doom spiked into the mat by Shane Lucas.



!!! ONE !!!



!!! TWO !!!


[The crowd cheers loudly as Doom kicks out.]

JM: Only a two count for Shane Lucas!

MA: The only people happy to see that were these idiotic fans.

[Lucas shows some signs of frustration as he slaps the mat. He places
his right hand around the neck of Doom and begins to choke him.]

JM: Come on ref! That is a blatant choke!

MA: Yes, yes it is but like you said Josh he has five seconds to break
the hold.

[Which Lucas does at four. Lucas pulls Doom to his feet and reaches
for Powell tagging him back into the match. Powell quickly ascends to
the top rope and leaps driving a double axe handle into the back of
Doom.]

MA: Powell grabs Doom from the side ... Russian leg sweep and Powell
floats over for the cover ...



!!! ONE !!!



!!! TWO !!!



JM: Again only a two count as Doom kicks out!

[Now it's Powell's time to slap the mat in frustration. Powell pulls
Doom to his feet and goes for a right hand but Doom blocks it and
counters with a massive headbutt. Powell staggers backwards and Doom
hits the near side ropes gaining some momentum and barrels over Powell
with a shoulder block. The crowd cheers madly as Doom makes his way to
the corner and tags in Wolf!]

JM: Wolf is back in and he catches Powell with a right hand and a left
hand! Powell is rocked into the corner,

[Wolf charges forward and avalanches Powell into the corner with a
clothesline. As Wolf grabs Powell's head Lucas rushes in and drills
him with a right hand and a left and another right. Wolf is forced
into the ropes but Doom charges into the ring catches Lucas with a
Mafia kick to his ribs that sends him out of the ring to the floor.
Alex Adams throws his hands up in disgust as he begins to scream at
Lucas on the floor.]

JM: Doom grabbing Powell and putting him up into an electric chair as
Wolf ascends to the top rope ...

MA: Get up Lucas! Get up and get in there! Powell needs your help!

[Cameras flash throughout the arena as Wolf leaps from the top rope
and catches Powell with a clothesline.]

JM: The Berserkers with a doomsday device!



!!! ONE !!!



!!! TWO !!!


[Lucas slides into the ring ...]


!!! THREE !!!


JM: WOLF GOT HIM!

MA: NO! NO! NO!


!!! DING DING DING !!!


JM: Yes!

[The crowd explodes and let's out a loud BOOM as Doom and Wolf thrust
their hands into the air.]

HD: Ladies and gentlemen, here are your winners DOOM and WOLF ...


!!! THE BERSERKERS !!!


MA: I don't believe this. I really thought Sex Appeal would put these
painted freaks in their place.

JM: The Berserkers have been saying they are the next big thing here
in the PVW and I truly thing they are. The Prophets of Rage better
take notice because I see the new beasts of the PVW tag team division
right there!

MA: The Prophets of Rage are warriors and they have to focus on
Tradition Six not these painted freaks.

JM: It'll only be a matter of time before the Berserkers square off
with the Prophets and we just saw what happens when former champions
take these two men lightly.

[As the Berserkers begin to make their way up the aisleway a one man
chant begins to break out.]

"PAINT MAKES CHICKS FAINT!"

"PAINT MAKES CHICKS FAINT!"

JM: What's that?

[And that question was just answered as the famous Masked Maniac
emerges from the back.]

MM: In an attempt to prove that masks are better then face paint.
Next Shockwave I challenge you to a match ... The Berserkers versus
MASKED BRO'S!

JM: What the heck?

MA: Masks versus paint match?  What's next managers facing valets?  Oh
wait that is happening on Tradition. Well it looks like the Prophets
will have a bit more time to prepare for the Berserkers as the masked
clown wants a match with them. But who is his partner going to be?

JM: Well find out on the next Shockwave but let's go to the back and
hear some comments from Sinister.

[The scene fades in to the backstage area where we see "Swingin'" Dean
Hayes, still wearing his luchadore mask, at the ready with his
microphone. Dean doesn't have to wait long as the man known to the PVW
as Sinister steps into view. He wears a black t-shirt with "Chi-Town
Massacre" in bold red letters, a pair of black slacks and white Nike
Air Jordan's.  He nods once respectfully and Dean returns the nod
before beginning]

Dean: Hey Sinister, good to see you again.

Sin: Thanks Dean, it has been a while since we've spoken.

Dean: I appreciate you taking the time Sinister. Before we get into
the situation with Caleb Foley, I know this isn't the best of subjects
to discuss but it's my job to ask. How do you feel about what happened
between you and Gibson Hayes?

Sin: That's very simple to answer Dean. I allowed myself to actually
think Gibson would uphold the teachings of martial arts...the true
spirit of being a warrior. I was hoping that he would match martial,
technical, and mental skills as a true champion should, or at least
the way I see a champion. I do not take anything away from his
abilities Dean, don't get me wrong. However, for him to say that I'm
not in his league and would never be able to defeat him, yet resort to
the tactics he did and having two people interfere, is simply
inexcusable.

Dean: I have to say that despite the interference, and the unfortunate
use of the chair to end the match, it was an excellent matchup and I
must admit I was surprised by Hayes' martial arts ability.

Sin: As I said Dean, he's a skilled professional, no doubt about it,
and I too am impressed by his martial technique. Not only are his
kicks textbook but his knowledge of particular submission maneuvers is
also impressive. These truths, as well as his overall skill level, is
why it is so very disappointing for him to resort to getting himself
disqualified when he felt that, despite all of his skill, that I was
not only able to withstand his attacks but also answer them with some
effective ones of my own.

Dean: Do you think you two will have a rematch in the near future?

Sin: That's difficult to say Dean, because the list of men vying for
Hayes' title is extensive and in truth, I may have blown an
opportunity to become the man at the top of the list. Time will tell
Dean, but in the meantime I have other points of business I want to
focus on.

Dean: Let's speak about those points of business a bit.  I assume
Christopher Black, The Biz, and Caleb Foley are on your mind. What are
your perspectives about those three men and your dealings with them?

Sin: [Rubbing his chin in thought] You're indeed correct Dean, those
three particular gentlemen are currently drawing quite a bit of my
attention. I'll address them in the order you mentioned them.
Christopher Black...[he stops rubbing his chin and crosses his thick
arms] Dean, I have seen men perform all types of actions say numerous
types of comments.  However, I was literally SICKENED by the venom
that...I want to use a particular adjective here but I can not...Black
said against the young little angel known as Josie! It has been a
very, very long time since I felt my hands shake with the desire to
wrap them around someone's neck and squeeze very tightly! Christopher
Black is an absolutely vile, disgusting, classless lowlife! ANYONE who
speaks in such a manner about a girl with cancer...[he clenches his
jaw
and inhales deeply, obviously pained by Josie's memory]...has
something
seriously wrong with their heart, mind and soul...or lack thereof!

Dean: [Visibly nervous] Sin, I'm sorry about Josie. That is truly a
sad situation.

Sin: Indeed it is [He takes a deep breath and exhales slowly while
cracking his knuckles loudly] Moving on to The Biz, here is a young
man who is brash, cocky, and a solid wrestler Dean. One could respect
him for what he is able to accomplish, but the slandering, the sneak
attacks, the cheating...it simply tarnishes what he could be in this
business. It seems to me that he's not concerned with being respected
or wanting to work diligently to achieve greatness. Men like him call
themselves opportunists, but the reality of the situation is they are
men who simply look for any and all shortcuts they can take to avoid
having to truly earn their achievements.

Dean: I was truly shocked by the sneak attack he performed where you
found him because
you kicked boxes out of frustration.

Sin: I can't say I was shocked because of his character, Dean. The Biz
and I have unfinished business and he knows once that business is
tended to, one of us is going to be far worse for wear!

Dean: I know the PVW will watch that match with great anticipation
Sinister. Honestly it seems there are only a handful of wrestlers in
the PVW who are willing to do anything about the sneak attacks and
other underhanded actions.

Sin: There are a lot of good people here Dean, but a lot of people
have their own business to tend to. Throughout the years I have been
wrestling, I have been able to learn to balance personal business with
wrestling business.  When the two mix, that's when things get ugly,
and thus, you have a situation on your hands like Caleb Foley's.
Everyone has seen how he has changed as of late and honestly Dean, I'm
not sure what to make of it.  My responsibility tonight is to make
sure no one interferes in Foley's match and you better believe that's
exactly what the case is going to be. On a side note, to be honest
Dean, a part of what I have to do tonight is to ensure Caleb doesn't
lose it and get himself into a situation he shouldn't be in.

Dean: You have had your hands full as of late Sinister. Do you feel it
may be taking away from your focus in the ring?

Sin: Maybe it is, Dean, but I don't know about it yet because I've
been dealing with many life aspects for a very long time. All anyone
can do is live life one day at a time and I will continue doing to
that to the best of my ability. Like I said Dean, the 'hunter
mentality' is a different outlook than I've had for some time. Only
time will tell where it leads me. Now if you'll excuse me I need to
get ready to watch Foley's back.

Dean: Thanks again for the time Sinister. [Turns to face the camera]
We'll see what Caleb Foley is capable of doing tonight and I'm sure
Sinister will make sure the match is a one-on-one contest.

[Cross fade back to the ringside area.]

JM: Strong comments from Sinister here tonight.

MA: Where does he get off saying he'll make sure that tonight's match
will be one on one? Last time I checked he wasn't an official and I
don't remember him getting his managerial license.

JM: On the last Shockwave you saw what transpired with the
interference from The Biz's quote unquote manager.

MA: JDM is a manager. He has a license ... Sinister wants to be the
locker room leader so he thinks he can do whatever he wants. Well
tonight I think JDM and The Biz will teach him a lesson if he sticks
his nose where it doesn't belong.

[Cut to the back, where a PVW camera man is busy 'spying' on a few PVW
wrestlers, namely the rising tag team the Renegades and their manager
Uncle Sid.  It seems like the camera man has found the trio in middle
of conversation, with Devin sitting on a steel chair, his brother and
Uncle looming over him, seemingly giving Devin a lecture of some
sort.]

JD:  We're tired of talking about it... of worrying about it... of
getting angry about it... You want to go in this 'new direction' and
go on this 'crusade'... FINE! But you're not going to drag me down
with you!

UNCLE SID: You're playing with fire, Devin... It's only a matter of
time until you get burned.

[Devin just shakes his head, and smirks, rising from his seat.]

DEVIN: Jay Dizzle... Uncle Sid... Take no offense, but BLEEP off!
 Draggin' YOU down?  Playing with
FIRE?  Yins guys are on the ones living in the
past, holding onto ideals that while in a normal life might not cause
problems, but damnit.. This all American hero act is getting us _NO
WHERE_ in PVW!

[JD goes to say something, but Devin instantly cuts him off.]

DEVIN: We can either be just another tag team, one that shows up in
PVW for a few months, but ends up unable to hack it... like the
Corazones... Like Hollywood by Night.... Like _PAIN_! OR... Or we can
pay attention to the REAL world and not this delusional one yins seem
to live in, and we can conquer this PVW tag division!

JD:  But it doesn't have to be like that! We can achieve such things
on our own, we don't have to jeopardize our morals and ethics to
achieve success!

DEVIN:   There's a reason WHY, Jay Dizzle, they got that
saying about how nice guys finish last.  But fine, ignore me... Write
me off as a hot head grasping at straws... However, brutha man, I
gotta ask you this...   You really think I'd risk _EVERYTHING_ we've
worked on and built up over these last few years if I didn't KNOW I
was right?

[Both Uncle Sid and JD remain quiet.]

DEVIN: Sometimes it is NOT about knowing if you can win the war...
It's about being willing to sacrifice everything for what you believe
in.  Do I know honestly that by taking things into my own hands and
_MAKING_ things happen will result in me becoming the best tag team
specialist in PVW? _NO_! But.. I am willing to sacrifice everything to
find out... I am willing to give this all up because, damnit, Jay
Dizzle.... I can't live like this.  I can't keep dreaming of the big
time, while being left off the big show completely.  You might be fine
being a curtain jerker forever, but I'm not.

[Devin takes a deep breath.]

DEVIN: So, with that said... Do you you gotta do, brutha man, and I'm
gunna do what I'm gunna do.  You don't have faith in me... you don't
beleive in the crusade? FINE! See how your little all American act
works out for you as I'm flying to the top of the rankings!

[Devin just pushes right through Uncle Sid and JD, muttering "Hope to
see ya in the ring!" as the camera cross fades back to the
announcers.]

JM: The tension between the Houlihan brothers seems to have risen to a
breaking point.

MA: Well we'll see in a few moments if The Renegades are a team or if
Devin will be on his own.

JM: Let's go to Herk Douglas for the introductions of Team Tomorrow,
who are already in the ring.

HD: Ladies and gentlemen, introducing first they weigh in at a
combined four hundred and thirty one pounds ... they are the "One Man
Dynasty" Drake Dresden and Marc Gabriel Arlaune ... they are known as
...


!!! TEAM TOMORROW !!!


[As Slayer's "Raining Blood" starts, the fans start cheering...]

HD: Their opponents weigh in at a combined five hundred and forty four
pounds ... they are "Rock N' Roll Maniac" Johnny Cougar and
"Headbanger" Andrew Fox ... they are known as the ...


!!! ROCK N' ROLL CONNECTION !!!


[And it raises to a ROAR, as Andrew Fox and Johnny Cougar step through
the curtains playing their guitars according to the music, asusual!
The crowd goes really wild with that! Andrew Fox is wearing black
pants with the words HEAD and BANGER (in blue) on each leg. He has
light-blue boots and a blue-black stripped tights. He is wearing
sunglasses. Johnny Cougar is wearing a black uniform, with a red
flaming guitar drawn on back, and a "ROCK N' ROLL" jacket over it.
They get into the ring while the fans continue to cheer them, as both
men climb the turnbuckles and raises their guitars to the fans. They
then give the guitars to the crew and warm for the match.]

JM: After weeks and weeks of mysterious promo videos we finally get to
see the Rock N Roll Connection in action here tonight.

MA: And I have to say I am completely underwhelmed. I mean really look
at these two clowns ... playing guitars? What do they think this is
the School of Rock?

JM: The fans seem to be taking an immediate liking to these two men
...

MA: I've said it once I've a thousand times people in California are
not that bright. Throw something in front of them that looks like
Hollywood had some god awful hand in it and they will eat it up.

[As "Raining blood" begins to fade to silence "Know Your Enemy" by
Rage Against the Machine begins to blare over the arena's sound
system.]

HD: And the final participants in this match; ladies and gentlemen
they hail from Pittsburgh, PA, and weigh in at a combined weight of
five hundred pounds! They are the twin brothers Houlihan, JD and Devin
...


!!! THE RENEGADES !!!


["Know Your Enemy" by Rage Against the Machine bursts forth from the
PA system, as the crowd stands.  Some cheer, some just stare, but
either way, out from the curtains from JD and Devin! Each one takes a
side on the rampway, and raises their hands in the air, trying to
elicit some support!  As the brothers begin their approach to the
ring, taking time to slap some fan's hands on the way, there Uncle Sid
makes his way out from the curtains, following the pair down to the
ring.  JD elects to the take the steps, as Devin rolls underneath the
bottom ropes.  The take turns climbing the turnbuckles, working the
crowd, as the song winds down.  However, before the song completely
ends, the duo plays rock, paper, scissors to decide who starts the
match!]

MA: After the comments we just heard I am a bit surprised that they
came out to the ring together.

JM: There might be an apparent rift between the brothers in regards to
their in ring method but I do know they have one desire and that's to
become the PVW Tag Team Champions.

MA: Please Livestock Zappa and The Gutch would eat those two for
breakfast ... well The Gutch might.

JM: The tag team champions have been quiet as of late which is a
complete shock to me. Usually you can't get them to shut up.

MA: They have a hige match at Boiling Point against Max and Sal, who
in my opinion are one of the most overrated teams in the business.

JM: And you're the only one who believes that.

MA: Not at all. I know first hand that the twin brothers in the ring
don't feel that Max and Sal deserve all the recognition that they
receive.

JM: Again you all are in the minority, and it looks like Cougar and
Dresden are going to be the two men to start this match.


^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
SHOCKWAVE: TRIPLE THREAT TAG MATCH

THE RENEGADES v TEAM TOMORROW v ROCK N ROLL CONNECTION
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^


!!! DING DING DING !!!


[The two men slowly circle one another before they lock up with a
collar and elbow tie up. The bigger Cougar quickly uses his size
advantage to grab Dresden in a side headlock, and he quickly flips
Dresden over his hip onto the mat and  torques on the side head lock.
On the apron Devin shakes his head in disgust as JD nods at the
crispness of the takedown. Dresden quickly counters by rolling Cougar
onto his back but Cougar is able to roll back to the top before the
referee can even drop down to his knees for the count. Dresden turns
into the hold to elevate the pressure and is able to push his way to
his knees.]

JM: Drake is able to get back to a vertical base and wraps one arm
around the waist of Cougar and grabs the back of the his near leg with
his other arm.

[Dresden then lifts the Cougar into the air and falls backwards,
driving him into the mat at a high angle.]

JM: Dresden using a leg hook suplex to counter the side headlock. And
now both men are back to their feet and Dresden feels the effects of a
stiff boot to his mid-section from Cougar.

MA: Like I said Joshua, underwhelming.

JM: Cougar whips Dresden into the ropes and Devins slaps him on the
back becoming the legal man.

[The referee signals for the tag as Dresden rebounds off of the ropes.
Dresden leaps with a cross body block but Cougar catches him in mid-
air and tosses him over his head to the mat.]

MA: One of my favorite moves when I was wrestling, the fallaway slam.
Too bad for Johnny he doesn't know Devin is the legal man!

[As Cougar stands to his feet Devin shoots in behind him and catches
him with a schoolboy.]


!!! ONE !!!


[Devin grabs a handful of tights.]


!!! TWO !!!



!!! TH -- !!!


JM: Even with his tights held Johnny Cougar is able to kick out.

[JD stomps his foot on the mat as he screams at Devin that he doesn't
need to do that. Devin though ignores his brother and grabs Cougar,
dragging him to his feet and stands side-to-side and slightly behind,
with Johnny Cougar facing in the same direction, then he reaches
around Cougar's torso with one arm across his chest and under both
arms and places the other arm under Cougar's legs.]

JM: Devin lifts Cougar into the air and spins around dropping him
across his knee.

MA: That was a picture perfect pendulum backbreaker. He's back to his
feet now and he just steps on the face of Cougar before dropping his
right hand between the eyes of the wanna-be rocker.

[On the outside Uncle Sid shakes his had as Andrew Fox screams
encouragement to his partner. Devin once again pulls Cougar to his
feet and grabs him by the waist and drives him into the mat with a
belly to belly suplex. Devin hooks the near side leg.]



!!! ONE !!!


[Devin once again grabs the tights.]


!!! TWO !!!


JM: Once again Cougar kicks out! And JD doesn't seem happy at all as
he kicks the bottom rope in frustration.

MA: Devin staying on the offensive as he pulls Cougar to his feet ...
jawbreaker by Cougar.

[The Houlihan brother grabs his jaw as Cougar turns around and heads
towards the corner. Devin though cuts him off from behind with a chop
block.]

MA: Devin is impressive here to night. This new found crusade of his
seems to have brought about a more focused individual ...

JM: And one who is more will to break the rules as we've seen so far
with the grabbing of the tights.

[Devin pulls Cougar to his feet and drives his knee into the gut of
the slightly bigger man. He goes to lock on a front chancery but
Cougar surprises him with some impressive speed and catches him in the
jaw with a European uppercut. He follows up by slipping besides Devin
and takes him to the mat with a Russian leg sweep.]

JM: Cougar pops up to his feet and drives a legdrop across the throat
of Devin.

[Fox applauds on the apron as Cougar goes for the cover.]



!!! ONE !!!



!!! TWO !!!


MA: Only a two count as Alraune drives a double axe handle into the
head of Cougar.

[Fox throws his hands up in disappointment as Arlaune makes his way
out of the ring. Cougar begins to pull Cougar to his feet but Devin
thrusts his thumb into Cougar's.]

JM: Another underhanded move from Devin and he catches Cougar with a
swinging neckbreaker.



!!! ONE !!!



[Devin places his feet on the middle rope.]


!!! TWO !!!


!!! THR -- !!!


[The referee stops his count as he sees Devin's feet on the rope. He
begins to tell Devin to get his feet off of the ropes and that he's
not going to count.]

JM: Thankfully the referee was paying attention or we would have had
another miscarriage of justice on Shockwave.

[Uncle Side slaps the mat as Devin pulls himself to his feet. Devin
tags in his brother as Cougar pulls himself to his feet. JD applies a
side head lock on Cougar but Johnny Cougar quickly shoves him into the
ropes and whips him to the far side ropes. Cougar rushes him behind
him and flattens him with a shoulder tackle. Cougar pulls JD up
quickly and twists his arm and reaches for the tag.]

JM: Andrew Fox now in the ring and he drives his elbow into the arm of
JD. Rock N Roll Connection whip a double whip into the ropes.

[JD rebounds off of the ropes and Cougar and Fox take him down with a
double drop toehold. The two men kip up and follow up by driving stero
elbows into the chest of JD. The referee orders Cougar out of the ring
as Fox pulls JD to his feet and quickly bodyslams him to the mat.]

JM: Fox leaps with a legdrop across the chest of JD.



!!! ONE !!!



!!! TWO !!!


JM: And this time Dresden breaks up the pinfall.

MA: Team Tomorrow does not want the Rock N Roll Connection to pick up
the over the Renegades at all tonight.

JM: Dresden and Arlaune want to pick up the win that was stolen from
them on the debut Shockwave.

[Fox is up to his feet and spins Dresden around before he can get out
of the ring and drills him with a Discuss punch that sends Dresden
through the middle rope to the apron. Fox turns around and is met with
a jumping knee strike to the jaw that sends Fox into the ropes. As he
stumbles off of the ropes JD grabs his head ...]

JM: JD uses the middle rope and nails a tornado DDT!

MA: Fox looks like he was just spiked into the ground.

[Arlaune reaches over the rope and tags himself in. JD looks stunned
as Arlaune comes into the ring and shoves him out of the way. Arlaune
leaps into the air and drives his knee into the side of Fox's head.
But before he can capitalize anymore JD grabs him from behind and
delivers a German suplex, he maintains his grip on on the waist and
rolls through taking him up and over with a second one and again he
rolls through drilling Arlaune with a third German suplex.]

MA: JD showing his frustration over being tagged out of the match with
a series of rolling German suplexes.

[Devin applauds his brother's actions as both Fox and Arlaune slowly
push themselves to their feet. Fox is up first and makes the tag to
Cougar who comes back into the ring quickly. He whips Arlaune into the
far side ropes and Devin raises his knee drilling Arlaune in the small
of the back, as Arlaune staggers forward the Rock N roll Connection
grab him in a double chancery and power him over with a double suplex.
Cougar back to his feet and rushes to the ropes, Devin grabs him by
the shoulders sending him crashing to the mat. He grabs the top rope
and slingshots himself up and over drilling Cougar with a legdrop.
Devin rolls back onto the ring apron.]

MA: And Devin keeping he punishment up on the new blood in the PVW.

JD: And once again he does it without being the legal man.

[JD shakes his head again and drops off of the ring apron and begins
to walk away from the ring. Devin looks at his brother screams what
are you doing while, JD who just keeps walking.]

MA: What is going on?

JM: It looks like JD has had enough of Devin's tactics and he's
leaving. Devin still on the ring apron and screaming at JD, who
completely ignores him.

MA: Some brother.

[Drake Dresden is on the ring apron looking puzzled at JD's actions
and the Rock N Roll Connection rush forward towards Dresden and
execute a double dropkick that sends him crashing to the floor. The
crowd roars their approval as the two men high five one another. Fox
exits the ring as Cougar grabs Arlaune pulling him to his feet. Cougar
goes for an Irish Whip but Arlaune reverses it sending Cougar into the
ropes, Devin grabs the top rope and drops down to the apron pulling
the top rope down. As he does this Cougar goes up and over to the
floor.]

JM: Devin slides into the ring and drives his knee into the back of
Arlaune as he was checking on Dresden.

MA: And a right hand for ox that sends him crashing to the floor!

[Devin hooks Arlaune with a backslide.]



!!! ONE !!!



!!! TWO !!!


[Devin places his feet on the ropes.]



!!! THREE !!!


MA: And Devin pulls out the win!


!!! DING DING DING !!!


JM: Team Tomorrow was robbed again!

HD: Ladies and gentlemen, the winners of this match JD and Devin
Houlihan ...


!!! THE RENEGADES !!!


MA: What a plan by The Renegades, create complete confusion and pick
up the win.

JM: Plan? Come on Matthew, it's obvious that JD has finally had enough
of his brother antics and he left him high and dry.

MA: If that really is the case the Devin is pretty much showing he
doesn't need JD to pull out the victory.

JM: {sighs} Folks we are less than a week away from Tradition Six.
PVW has always respected wrestling history and the legacy of the
leagues and wrestlers that have come before us.  And we celebrate that
tradition with _three_ title matches.  Make sure you tune in as you
all did for the five before!

MA: The only problem with it is the lack of dynamite!

JM: PVW has been all about finding out who the next break out star is.
Could we find out who, if anyone that might be at Tradition Six?

MA: AsH?  Senor Cloak Dos?  Give me a break, Joshua.  Gibson and
Christopher Black are model champions.

JM: There hasn't been anyone in the PVW to hold some sort of gold in
the PVW for as long as Gibson Hayes has.  However everyone eventually
gets beat.  Could AsH be the one to do it?

MA: As the Berserkers would say ... Not a chance in Hades, Joshua.

JM: And at this point to call Christopher Black a model anything, but
vile human being would be incorrect.

MA: So now you hate our friends from England?

JM: Were you watching the same Heatwave as I was last week?

MA: Sometimes the truth is a hard pill to swallow.

JM: Wow ... Josie even touched, Fred Hoyle ...

MA: I tell things how they are.  The world is a sad story.  We are
born ... we dream ... and it's ripped from our finger tips ... then we
die.
That's life in a nut shell, Joshua.

JM: I'm glad I don't live in your world.  But before we get to far
ahead of ourselves we have still the rest of tonight to finish.

MA: Yep a night that will hopefully end the cancer in the PVW known as
Caleb Foley.

JM: Really you're calling him a cancer.

MA: Yeah, what's wrong with that ... oh yeah the sick girl.

JM: Fans I'm getting word that Dean Hayes is in the back.

[We cut backstage, late in the show ... We have the newly masked
Dean Hayes standing by with the original Masked man, Masked Maniac.]

DH: I am standing by with the original Masked Bro ... Masked Maniac.
Masked Maniac, you have been an inspiration to us all. You introduced
the phrase that is catching on across the globe, Masked Bros before
Hoes.

MM: Masked Bros have to stick together, Dean.

[Dean Hayes nods.]

DH: Yes .. Yes we do.

[Masked Maniac pauses, looking at the mask that Dean Hayes has on.]

MM: This mask ... It's not an official Masked Bros mask.

DH: ...

[Masked Maniac points at the golden-ish microphone that is neatly
designed on Dean Hayes' chin.]

MM: How is _that_ suppose to bring the chicks around, Dean?

[Awkward pause.]

MM: Masked Bros get all the Hoes ... We don't need a Masked Bro
chasing away
the Hoes. I have to talk to my boy Senor Cloak Dos about this.

DH: I was in Mexico ... The Luchadores, they ...

MM: No .. Dean, this simply wont work.

[The masked Dean Hayes lowers his head in shame.]

MM: BUT ... I will teach you.

[Dean Hayes raises his head eagerly.]

MM: But first, we need to find Senor Cloak Dos. The first lesson of
Masked Bros is that a Masked Bro always keeps a Masked Bro in the
know! Let's go, Dean!

[The two masked men shuffle off the screen as we cut back to the
announcers.]

MA: Come on! Who keeps letting that masked freak have microphone time?

JM: Masked Maniac has been a staple of the PVW since the beginning.

MA: And it just proves to me that the Willinghams still need to make
some personal changes. Masked Maniac is nothing but a waste of space
...

JM: He's a former television champion.

MA: And thank the lord above there's a man like Christopher Black who
can return the PVW Television to glory.

[The lights go out and spotlights shine on the top of the stage as "I
Will Be Heard" by Hatebreed begins to play plays over the PA system.]

##
Now is the time for me to rise to my feet
Wipe your spit from my face
Wipe these tears from my eyes
##

[The fans begin to boo as they await the arrival of the most hated man
in professional wrestling.]

##
Now is the time for me to rise to my feet
Wipe your spit from my face
Wipe these tears from my eyes
##

[Out walks from behind the backstage curtains "The Biz" Mike Bisignano
dressed to the nine's as always and has a Bluetooth in his ear.]

JM: And here comes the man who doesn't seem to realize his paychecks
aren't signed by the SSN.

MA: Direct deposit, Josh. He probably doesn't even see a paystub.

JM: Or it could be he has a complete disregard for the PVW including
this show!

##
I've got to take my life back
One chance to make it right
I've gotta have my voice be heard
And bring meaning to this life
##

['The Biz' begins to walk down the aisle to the ring and refuses to
even acknowledge the fans as he heads to the ring.]

##
Cause I've trusted for nothing
I've been led astray
I've been tried and tested
But I won't accept defeat
Now I've done things I regret
And its time to reverse the rules
I just want to make good on
All the promises that I have made

I will be
##

MA: I have to agree with you, Josh. The lack of respect from Mike for
this show is absolutely disgraceful. As I bring the PVW to new
heights.

JM: I don't know who has a bigger ego right now.

MA: Fred Hoyle. He's letting a mid year award go to his head.

[The Biz stops in mid aisle and stares at the crowd. A snarky smirk
grows on his face as he continues moving forward towards the ringside
area.]

##
I will be...I will be heard
I will be...I will be heard

Now is the time for me to rise to my feet (I will be heard)
Wipe your spit from my face
Wipe these tears from my eyes (I will be heard)
##

[Once he reaches the ringside area, 'The Biz' walks up the ring steps
and climbs inside the ring.]

##
Through the worst we prevail
So our voices will be heard
Through the worst we prevail
So our voices will be heard
Through the worst we prevail
So our voices will be heard
Through the worst we prevail
So our voices will be
##

[The music fades out as The Biz walks into the center of the ring and
grabs the microphone from the ring announcer. He waits to speak as the
crowd just continues to hurl insults and jeers in his direction.]

The Biz: A few weeks ago, a travesty of justice was perpetrated by one
Caleb Foley. He took it upon himself to low blow me and in a moment of
weakness, he got the best of me long enough to have my shoulders down
on the mat for a three count. I was furious at first but who wouldn't
be when they've been cheated out of a victory by a redheaded
stepchild.

[The Biz walks around the ring as the fans boo him loud and proud.]

Biz: But now I look back on it and all I have to say to you, Caleb is
"thank you". Thank you for making me realize I was going about this
the wrong way.

JM: Am I hearing this right? Is The Biz atoning for his past
grievances?

MA: Sure sounds like it.

Biz: The high life filled with luxury and swagger; flashy cars and
women at my beck and call... what has it really gotten me?

Absolutely nothing, that's what!

[He removes the Bluetooth headset and tosses it on the mat. He steps
on it, crushing it under his foot.]

Biz: Bluetooth and Blackberry... one thousand dollars.

[The Biz unbuttons his shirt and pulls it off his body.]

Biz: Charles Tyrwhitt tailored dress shirt ... three hundred dollars.

[He tosses the shirt into the crowd.]

Biz: Ferragamo black leather loafers... eight hundred dollars.

[He then slips off his shoes and kicks them out of the ring.]

Biz: Prada Italian luxury wool pants... four hundred dollars.

[He unbuttons his pants, takes them off, and throws them into the
crowd.]

JM: OH MAN! The Biz is standing in the middle of a PVW ring in nothing
but a pair of socks and boxer briefs.

MA: Certainly a unique look compared to what we normally see parading
around the squared circle.

Biz: All these things and the numbers attached to them have been a
facade and distraction from my real goal in this business - to make my
opponents suffer and wish they never stepped in the ring with me!

Don't believe me -- just ask Larry Gionet about the wars he and I went
through back in 2006. Ask him how he felt after he witnessed me break
my own arm just to avoid submitting to him. Ask him if his career was
ever the same after he and I crossed paths.

Or maybe you'd rather talk to Sammy Knight. Go ahead and ask him about
the mental warfare I put him through for most of 2008. Ask him what it
felt like to see his son crying in the front row as he watched his dad
practically driven to the point of murder just in an attempt to get
rid of me from his life.

I pride myself on these moments and my return to those days starts
tonight in this very ring with you, Caleb Foley.  I may be standing
here in the middle of the ring with nothing on but my underwear and
some might be saying "The Biz must be humiliated right now". But
nothing can match the humiliation I felt when I saw Caleb Foley's hand
raised at the end of our last match.  And that's quite alright because
at the end of this match, nobody will remember any of that and
everyone will be saying "Damn... The Biz just whooped Caleb Foley's
butt in nothing but a pair of boxer briefs".

And Caleb... if some how, some way you _DO_ beat me tonight, you
better damn well kill me in the process because otherwise I'm just
gonnna bounce right back up and take a piece of you with me. I will
become your worst nightmare after I leave you begging for mercy.

So bring your behind out here and let's do this!

[The Biz drops the microphone and squares up, awaiting the arrival of
Caleb Foley. And he doesn't have long to wait as "Loyal to No-One" by
The Dropkick Murphy's plays throughout the arena.]

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!]

HD: And his opponent hails from Dublin, Ireland and stands in at six
foot one inch and weighs two hundred and twenty five pounds this is
... The Celtic Crippler ...


!!! CALEB FOLEY !!!


[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 Sinister
strides out behind him.]

MA: And here comes the man who cost Larry Gionet his earlier tonight!

JM: Caleb Foley has been a different over the past few weeks ...

MA: Different man? He's become a crazed individual who should be
locked up in jail for hitting people with a deadly weapon!

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

MA: Not going to lie, I'm not sure which one I'd rather see lose here
tonight.

JM: I thought you said The Biz was going to take Foley to the
woodshed.

MA: That was before he had the audicity to come to the ring in his
boxer shorts and socks.

[Caleb Foley glares at The Biz as Sinister slowly shakes his head at
ringside.]


^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
SHOCKWAVE: SINGLES MATCH

CALEB FOLEY v MIKE BISIGNANO
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^


!!! DING DING DING !!!

[The two men quickly lock up in the center of the ring and jockey for
position for a few moments before Foley is able to force Bisignano
into the ropes. The referee is quickly there and ordering for a break,
Foley though winds up and fires a knife edge chop across The Biz's
chop.]


TWHACK


TWHACK


TWHACK


TWHACK

[Bisignano grabs his chest as Foley grabs the right of Bisignano and
whips him across the ring. Foley drops his head and sends Bisignano
high into the air with a back body drop.]

JM: Up and over goes The Biz. Foley staying on the offensive as he
pulls Bisignano up and takes him over with a snap suplex.

[Sinister applauds on the outside as Foley kips up and drops an elbow
into the chest of The Biz, another kip up and another elbow drop into
the chest. Foley kips up a third time and drops a third elbow into The
Biz's chest.]

MA: Foley is back to his feet and just stomps on the chest of The Biz.
This is a bit more aggressive Foley than I'm used to seeing and it
doesn't make me like him ...

JM: I'm sure he'll be disappointed in that fact.

MA: He will be. He needs a father figure and I won't be it.

JM: Did you steal Fred's book of Foley insults.

MA: No, if I did that I would have said something about him not
wearing a green suit and a top hat to the ring.

[Foley grabs Bisignano by the hair and begins to him to his feet but
Bisignano catches him with an inside cradle.]



!!! ONE !!!


!!! TW - !!!


MA: Bisignano surprised Foley with the inside cradle but he was only
able to get a one count.

[Both men are back to their feet and once again they lock up in the
center of the ring. This time though Bisignano drives his knee into
the mid-section of Foley and he goes for a front chancery but Foley
quickly shoves Bisignano away back into the ropes, Bisignano uses the
ropes and rushes himself forward at Foley who ducks under the
clothesline. Bisignano leaps onto the second rope and launches himself
backwards catching Foley in the jaw with a back elbow. Bisignano
quickly goes for a cover.]



!!! ONE !!!



JM: And again only a one count as Foley is able to muscle his way out
of the cover.

MA: Bisignano just drives the point of his elbow into the side of
Foley's head! And another one! I told you he was going to take him to
the woodshed and Bisignano is doing that right now as he stands to his
feet and drives the heel of his boot into the face of Foley.

[Foley grabs his face in pain as Bisignano reaches down and pulls him
back to his feet and whips him across the ring. Foley rebounds and
Bisignano catches him lifting him into the air and dropping him across
the top rope.]

MA: Bisignano with a hotshot and Foley is finding it difficult to
breath.

[Foley clutches his throat as Bisignano begins to pull him to his
knees. The camera catches a GET ON YOUR KNEES FOLEY sign for a split
second as Bisignano grabs Foley in an inverted facelock.]

JM: Bisignano is looking for the Dragon Sleeper ...

[Bisignano steps on the calves of Caleb Foley and begins to pull up.]

MA: And he's locked on his Dragon Hook and Foley has no where to go!

[Foley begins to scream no as the referee begins to ask him if he
wants to submit. Bisignano screams this will be you Sinister, as the
big man slaps the mat trying to get the fans behind Foley.]

JM: Now he's just taunting Sinister on the outside.

MA: Stating facts is not taunting, Josh.

[Foley let's out another loud scream of NO as the referee once again
asks him if he wants to quit. Sinister's slapping of the mat has
gotten the fans behind Foley who are now stomping and clapping
loudly.]

JM: These fans have the arena rocking right now as they are trying to
fire Caleb foley up.

MA: Foley's trapped, Josh.

[As if in an answer to Matthew, Caleb begins to reach forward towards
the ropes. Bisignano leans back to gain extra leverage but The Celtic
Crippler is able to reach the rope. The crowd cheers loudly as the
referee begins to order Bisignano to release the hold. Bisignano
smirks and shakes his head no, forcing the referee to begin the
count.]


ONE ...



TWO ...



THREE ...



FOUR ...



JM: Bisignano finally releases the hold at four. And he pulls Foley to
his feet.

[Bisignano snaps Caleb Foley over with a vertical suplex. He quickly
steps onto the ring apron and grabs the top rope, using it to
slingshot himself over the top rope.]

MA: Slingshot legdrop right across the throat of Foley. And again
Bisignano with a cover!



!!! ONE !!!



!!! TWO !!!



!!! THR-- !!!


JM: Yet again the heart and soul of the PVW kicks out!

MA: Heart and soul? Please the heart and soul would never lay people
out with a shillelagh.

JM: Bisignano is pulling Foley back to his feet and applies a front
chancery ... DDT!

MA: Foley was spiked into the mat and now he's quickly grabbing Foley
... SURFBOARD! Bisignano showing his wrestling ability here tonight as
he begins to stretch Foley with the surfboard.

[Foley shoots no as Bisignano continues to stretch him with the
surfboard. Sinister begins to shout words of encouragement to Foley as
he continues to fight the surfboard.]

JM: Foley showing his heart as he is refusing to submit here ...

MA: He's showing his lack of brains.

[Foley screams no once more and Bisignano releases the hold dropping
Foley to the mat. Foley grabs his back as Bisignano gets to his feet.]


THUMP

THUMP

THUMP

THUMP

MA: Bisignano just stomps on Foley's back adding to the punishment
from the surfboard. Now he pulls Foley to his feet and slips behind
him ... German suplex.

JM: Bridge for the cover.



!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!


!!! THRE - !!!


[Sinister and the fans roar their apporval as Foley edges his right
shoulder up.]

JM: Foley once again kicks out!

MA: And Bisignano doesn't look to happy about it as he glares at the
referee.

[Bisignano reaches down and pulls Foley to his feet, Biz winds up and
goes for a haymaker but Foley blocks it, and he blocks a second one.
Foley connects with his own right hand and a second one and a third.
The crowd comes to life once again as Foley spits on his hand and
drills Bisignano between the eyes with another right hand. Foley grabs
the right arm of Bisignano and whips him into the ropes.]

JM: Foley with a dropkick that floors The Biz. Foley up to his feet
quickly and he hits a standing moonsault!



!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!


MA: And Bisignano kicks out.

[Foley stays on the attack as he pulls Bisignano up and nails him with
a devasting backbreaker. As the crowd roars Caleb Foley begins to
ascend to the top rope.]

JM: Foley on the top rope ... and he leaps ... diving headbutt finds
its mark!



!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!


!!! THR - !!!


MA: Once again Bisignano kicks out.

[Foley slaps the mat in frustration as he stands back to his feet and
grabs Bisignano by the head dragging him to his feet. Foley whips
Bisignano across the ring once again and as he rebounds he catches him
and drills him with the Delivery from Dublin. Sinister pumps his fist
as Bisignano is drilled into the mat with authority.]

JM: The Celtic Crippler nails his sit-out spinebuster and he is
quickly to his feet.

[Foley leaps with another standing moonsault but Bisignano barely gets
his knees up and the crowd moans as Foley lands across them.]

MA: Foley going back to that moonsault and it cost him.

[As Foley rolls over in pain, Bisignano slowly pushes himself back to
his feet.]

JM: Both men slow to their feet ...

MA: And the right hands are now being thrown!

[The two men begin to exchange rights and lefts and the crowd is going
wild as Foley gains the advantage of the exchange forcing Bisignano
into the corner. Foley grabs The Biz's arm and whips him across the
ring into the opposite corner. As Bisignano staggers a step forward,
Foley charges in ...]

JM: Foley lunging forward with a spear ...

[The crowd moans as Bisignano side steps Foley and The Celtic Crippler
is hung out to dry over the middle rope.]


"___TTTHHHUUUDDD___"


JM: What a sickening sound as Foley's shoulder's slams into ring post.

MA: Bisignano isn't wasting a second as he grabs Foley by the legs.

[Foley slams face first into the mat and Bisignano grabs Foley by the
back of his head and slams it into the mat.]

THUD

THUD

THUD

THUD

MA: If Foley had any brains in that skull of his I'd say they were
just rattled.

[Bisignano glares at Sinister and spits at the big man enraging the
big man on the outside. Sinister grabs the bottom rope but stops
himself as Bisignano pulls Foley to his feet and locks on a full
nelson. In a fluid motion Bisignano powers Foley over with nasty
dragon suplex.]



!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!


!!! THR -- !!!


JM: Foley with another kick out!

MA: And Bisignano doesn't look happy at all!

[Bisignano quickly shifts his position so he is sitting on one side of
Foley and uses his near arm to encircle Foley in a headlock and the he
grabs the Foley's near wrist, bending his arm upwards. Then, Bisignano
maneuvers his other arm through the "hole" created by Foley's bent
wrist, and locks his hand upon his own wrist, and then he pulls Foley
forward.]

MA: Bisignano has the anaconda vice locked on in the center of the
ring! There's no where for the Celtic Crippler to go!

[sinister begins to slap the mat as the fans stomp their feet and
clap, but Caleb Foley is stuck in the anaconda vice in the center of
the ring. The referee is there asking if he wants to submit but Foley
screams no. Bisignano screams back take a long look Sinister! Foley
screams in pain again.]

MA: Foley's face is almost as red as his hair as he gasps for breath.

[The crowd continues to cheer as Foley screams - BLEEP NO!]

JM: Whoa .. Some fire from the Celtic Crippler.

MA: It's okay if PVW has to pay a fine when it's from Gibson Hayes ...
but Caleb Foley?

[Foley is in dire trouble and has _no where_ to go.  Sinister on the
outside has been in this spot before and he just nods at the Irishman
... Telling him to live to fight another day.  Foley still screams out
NO!]

MA: Listen to Sinister idiot!

JM: Caleb Foley has a huge drive to be the best in the PVW.  Biz is
going to have to break him.

MA: That could be arranged.

[And Foley tries again with all his might to maneuver himself ...
Trying to find a way _out_.  Using all his strength and focus
...However the crafty veteran repositions himself and this time he has
it sunk it ... there is no fight left .. no manuevering ... and
Sinister's words sink in.  The Celtic Crippler taps.]


!!! DING DING DING !!!

MA: The redhead taps! Just like I said Bisignano took him him to the
woodshed.

JM: Caleb put up a valiant effort but he knew he just couldn't break
out of the anaconda vice.

HD: Ladies and gentleman, you're winner ... THE BIZ ...


!!! MIKE BISIGNANO !!!


[The crowd erupts into a large chorus of boos as The Biz begins to
stomp on the shoulder of Foley. Sinister slides into the ring as
Bisignano continues to stomp on the shoulder of Foley. The crowd roars
as Sinister grabs him by the shoulder and spins him around.]

JM: Sinister and The Biz are face to face ...

[A shocked pop comes from the crowd as Devin Houlihan comes rushing
down to the ringside area.]

JM: What is Devin Houlihan doing out here?

MA: I'm not sure but he's got that spiked glove on his hand.

[Devin slides under the bottom rope and grabs Sinister, spinning him
around ...]

JM: Sinister blocks the shot from the spiked glove and fires a right
hand of his own into the skull of Devin!

[As Sinister blasts Devin with another right hand, Bisignano slides
under the bottom rope to the floor.]

JM: Now that Devin is hear doing Biz's dirty work, he heads for the
hills.

[Sinister blasts Devin again and Devin tumbles between the ropes to
the floor. Sinister wastes no time in heading to the apron as The Biz
grabs a chair and slides back into the ring.]


"___CCCRRRAAACCCKKK___"


MA: Bisignano just blasted the shoulder of Foley with that chair and
now he's placing that chair around the arm of Foley! What is he
thinking?

[Sinister turns around as he hears the chairshot grabs the middle rope
pulling himself back up onto the apron. Devin though grabs Sinister by
the legs pulling him back to the floor.]

JM: The referee has gotten between The Biz and Caleb ...

MA: And Devin blasts Sinister with that spiked glove!

[Sinister collapses on the floor as Devin slides into the ring and
shoves the referee out of the way.]


"____CCCRRRUUUNNNCCCHHH___"


[The crowd lets out a horrified gasp as The BIz stomps on the chair
that was over the arm of Foley. But that gasp quickly becomes a chorus
of cheers as JD Houlihan comes rushing to the ringside area and slides
under the bottom rope. Before The Biz can stomp again on he chair he
shoves him to the side and stares at his brother.]

MA: The Houlihan's seem to have completely fallen apart as a unit!

JM: JD can't seem to believe that Devin is helping The Biz, who just
shoved JD out of the way. He's going to stomp on the chair again!

[The crowd roars as Sinister slides into the ring charges at The Biz.]

JM: And Bisignano and Devin high tail it out of the ring.

[Sinister drops to his knees and checks on Foley as JD leans over the
top just looking at his brother.]

JM: I wonder what JD is thinking right.

MA: Probably why wasn't I smart enough to side with a man like Mike
Bisignano.

JM: Oh yeah you'd side with a man who wrestles in his boxer shorts.

MA: No I wouldn't. But he did get the job down tonight against Caleb
Foley.

[As the medical team rushes to the ring we to a black screen with
Beethoven's "Moonlight Sonata" playsing.  White text appears on the
screen accompanied by the baritone voice of a silver-tongued
narrator.]

Narrator: The following is a paid public service announcement by the
Good Guys, Livestock and the Gutch, y'all!

[Did that narrator just twang the word "y'all" when he finished
speaking?  That can't be.  Fade in on a pair of oversized--do we
really need the description?  If you don't know what these two jokers
look like after three years then go jump in a lake.  Or just go watch
an older PVW show or something, they're in like every single one since
the company started.  Anyway, L&G are standing in front of a
ridiculous-looking white banner with the words "People helping people
be people" on it.

Both men wear what look to be prescription bifocals for no apparent
reason.  I mean, they never needed them before now, right?  The whole
thing just stinks of nonsense.  Gutch, the fat bastard that he is, has
someone else schlepping for him and waves off-camera, nodding
impatiently.  A moment later a pair of small, possibly Mexican wage
slaves haul an oversized podium in front of the pair.  Gutch takes
center stage first.  He's wearing a suit or something.]

Gutch: Hey, how's it goin'?  You all know who I am, Gutch Bartilucci.
I'd spell it for you but I'm not sure how.  Following in the footsteps
of our illustrious leader, Barack Obama--

[Overly loud whisper from Livestock.]

Livestock: Gibson Hayes!

Gutch: Oh yeah, that guy, we're gonna set the record straight on the
enemies of America ... or something.

[Livestock breaks in, shouldering his way to the podium and glancing
with irritation at his partner.]

Livestock: Yes.  Indeed.  There is a new terrorist threat to the
greatest nation on the planet--

Gutch: Italy?

Livestock: NO!  America!

Gutch: But America's a continent.

Livestock: Here.  Here's a lollipop.  You should suck it.

Gutch: WOOT!

[Snatching up the blue sucker, Gutch steps out of frame.]

Livestock: The United States of America is now code plaid--

[Wait, is the color system still being used?]

Livestock: And the reason for this status is ... MAX AND SAL!

[A small crunching sound is heard.]

Livestock: I know what you're all thinking "but Livestock, the new
terrorism is Christian, isn't it?  The guy that shot all those kids in
Norway was Christian!"  Oh, and you'd be right except for one thing--

[Gutch comes back.]

Gutch: I finished the sucker.

Livestock: EXCEPT for one thing!  A little known fact about religions.

[At this point a chalkboard is wheeled in, Glen Beck style.  Don't
know who Glen Beck is?  I don't care.]

Livestock: When you add two religions together you get a third
religion!  With Catholicism it was the Greco-Roman Pantheon added to
Christianity but with the re-named Deities being dubbed "saints", Zeus
becoming Jove and the Hebrew Messiah going through so many name
changes that they finally settled on just naming him a symbol with no
spoken pronunciation!

Gutch: I thought it was just a cross.

Livestock: I was referencing Prince!

Gutch: That'd just be pronounced "tuh", wouldn't it?

[Ignoring his partner in lunacy, Livestock steps to the chalkboard and
starts writing.  First the word "Christian" with the "r" backwards
for, again, no apparent reason.]

Livestock: ANYWAY!  You might be asking yourself "but Livestock, isn't
Christianity more of a mid-point between Judaism and Islam?" and you'd
be right ... if time were truly linear.  Sadly, it isn't.

[Livestock circles "Christianity" then writes "MMM" at the bottom of
the board, stacked one on top of the other.]

Livestock: You see, all Major Modern Monotheistic religions are based
on the same root; an ancient form of the Hebrew religion based around
an omnipotent figure known as the Tetragrammaton, actually Why-Aitch-
Vee-Aitch or "Yahveh" or "Ya-Ha-Vey" but masked for it was a sin to
speak the name of God!  That's why God is just called God and not by
his name today!

[Scribbling "GOD" in massive letters that eclipse everything else,
Livestock circles the whole thing before writing "Jew" on the left and
"Muslim" on the right and circling them as well.]

Gutch: Wait.  I know they're, like, ethnically middle eastern or
something but do they actually practice those religions?

Livestock: Shut up man!  They stole our schtick.

Gutch: Oh yeah!  THEY STOLE OUR SCHTICK!

Livestock: Which is why we're trying this one!  Now, as you can see,
falling squarely in the middle of "linear" time, Christianity becomes
not an isolated link but the binding agent in the chain!  Without
Christians persecuting them Jews would long ago have become bored and
all moved to China for the food and Muslims would all be taxi drivers
with no passengers.  Christians, thus, become the viscous, slightly
evil glue holding everything together!

Gutch: Wait a second!  I'm Christian!  Well, catholic...

Livestock: And you're also a little evil.  Oh, and that saint whose
stained glass you bought?  He actually represents Bacchus-slash-
Dionysis, god of getting drunk and *BLEEPING* indescriminately.

Gutch: DUDE!  Not cool!

Livestock: Don't blame me, blame the Pope!  Now--!

[Whipping a Red Bull-brand energy drink out and stabbing it with a
pen, Livestock shotguns it hardcore.  Now we know where he's getting
his manic energy from.  The guy must own stock in the stuff.  Tossing
it aside he whips back to camera.]

Livestock: NOW!  As we can see on the chalk board we have one big
circle, three little circles and a nice "mmm".  What does this show
us?  Firstly, to recap, time?  Not linear.  Everything at once,
especially since all elements are still in play.

Gutch: It ... kinda looks like a face?

Livestock: Exactly, Gutch!  The face of GAWD~!

[Okay, this Pittsburgh native totally just went deep south for a one-
word stretch.]

Livestock: The Jews and Muslims are the ... eyes of God...

[Little circles partially obscure "Jew" and "Muslim" as Livestock
scrawls poorly-rendered irises and pupils.]

Livestock: Which, I suppose, makes Christians the nose.  Let's see ...
nostrils ... some hair...

[Yeah ... he drew what he just said.  It looks bad.]

Livestock: Oh, and down bottom, there's the three M's.  Major Modern
Monotheistic religions!  Mmm, a hum often uttered, instinctively, to
indicate pleasure!  I've heard it from many a ring rat shortly before
I left the room as they fell asleep and Gutch whenever he eats
anything full of starch!

Gutch: Can ... you kinda leave me out of anything involving you and
Ring Rats?  Unless we can take the lady home to my Rosa, of course.
She's been shooting for that awhile now!

Livestock: Focus, Gutch!

Gutch: 'Course I think it's mainly 'cause she wants a piece of you--

Livestock: ANYWAY!  Maybe those M's aren't what we think they are.
What else starts with M?  Hm?

Gutch: Mustard?

Livestock: NO!  Max!  As in Max Weinrib, victim of a botched Moyle-
ing!

[Livestock writes "Max".]

Gutch: Wuzzat?

Livestock: A mangling of the word for a Hebrew circumcision!

Gutch: Ack!

Livestock: I'm not saying he has nothing down there, Gutch, but the
man wears the same tights we all do in the ring and I can safely call
him a lady today!  NEXT EMMM-AH!  Mubarak!  Salih Mubarak!  Proud
Mexican of the middle east, not working for a whole month out of the
year!  Now that's a siesta!

[Livestock writes "Mubarak".]

Gutch: Wha?  That ain't true.

Livestock: Ramadan!  Look it up!

Gutch: Uhhh--

Livestock: And finally, what do they both do on a regular basis!?
They MEGASUCK!

[Beat.  Blink blink.]

Gutch: That ... ain't a word.

Livestock: Neither is "ain't".  Now who's the English Major here?  You
or me?

Gutch: I thought we were lawyers?

Livestock: IRRELEVANT!  As we see here, God is eating Max and Sal and
_saying_ that they "Megasuck".  The mouth ... of ... Goooddd...

[Livestock draws a mouth ... poorly.]

Gutch: What about Whitecross?

Livestock: Hrm?  Oh, he's, what?  Patron saint of wrestling?  I guess
that'd make him Hercules-equivalent.

Gutch: I mean we're wrestlin' him too at Tradition 6!

Livestock: Oh yeah!  Let's just call him Whi-tuh and be done with it!
Now, if you'll pardon me, I'm going to squeeze a lemon into my eye to
simulate crying!

Gutch: Dude, how many Red Bulls have you had!?  I'm the comic relief,
dammit!

[Looking around confused, Gutch snatches up the Tag Team straps from
behind the podium.]

Gutch: Uh, uh, we're still champs and it'll stay that way!  They don't
get paid unless we get paid and ... Tradition 6!  If you didn't pay
for it then you're a dirty thief!  Call your cable or satellite
provider 'cause stealin's a commandment or som--

Livestock: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!  IT
BURNS!!!

Gutch: Aw crap!  Stock!  You didn't!

[Running off after Livestock, Gutch disappears as quickly as his fat
will allow him.  Zoom out slowly as the narrator from the beginning
speaks again.]

Narrator: This has been a paid public service announcement by the Good
Guys, Livestock and the Gutch y'all!  Now enjoy the rest of Shockwave
and remember to purchase Tradition 6, y'hear?

[Fade back to the announcers and once again Matthew Anderson looks a
bit perplexed.]

MA: What is with the pushing of Red Bull lately? First AsH, now
Livestock Zappa?

JM: [chuckles] I want to remind everyone that even though The Gutch
seems to think you need to pay for Tradition Six it is free on cable.

MA: Since the main event has AsH in it better be free. There's not
a sane person that would pay for it.

JM: Speaking of AsH I have received word that our camera crew have
caught up with Perry Fontana and him.

[Cut to a shot of San Diego. The camera pans about to show a man with
his hands tucked into the pockets of his jeans and head down somewhat
looking at his feet on the San Diego sidewalk, AsH has a smile on his
face. The man next to him shows the polar opposite emotions. Seething,
tense and clearly on edge, Perry Fontana broods like a wild animal
that has unexpectedly been freed from its cage, unable to decide if he
should stick around or stomp off towards freedom. AsH smiles as he
looks over at his mutton chopped co-worker and looks up.]

AsH: The first thing you gotta know, Pear-shape, is that you are no
longer the center of the universe. Matter o' fact, you aren't anywhere
NEAR that center. You're Pluto, these days... and your boy, he's the
sun. Your wife is a close second, as we both know that she's going to
be taking a majority of care for the both.

Everything orbits around your boy, man. You are HIS, SHE is HIS, and
by extension, you are HERS... whether she wants it or not.

[AsH stops in place and turns to Fontana, putting a finger up but
making sure not to touch the man.]

AsH: You two are inextricably linked, now. You're the Dad, She's the
Mom. Get divorced, move away, never talk to each other again...
doesn't matter. You two are bound to this world by your son. And while
this thought struggles to make its way through your concrete Cajun
cranium, your wife already knows this and it probably scares the
[BEEP] out of her.

Because right now, the Perry Fontana that we all know and love...
you're a [BEEP]ing monster, man.

[Fontana stiffens at this. His thin lips paint a cryptic message. Is
it pride... or remorse?

The expression framed between the two largest muttonchops in wrestling
quickly turns to a vicious sneer, and just when "Il Eterno" is about
to launch into vitriol, AsH holds up his hands.]

AsH: But that can all change. Like I said, man. This isn't about you
anymore. This is about your boy. And if your wife cuts you out of his
life completely, if she shelters him from PVW and pro-wrestling in
general, if she changes the name on his birth certificate and hires
someone to play his new Dad... it doesn't matter one lick.

Your son WILL find you, there's no doubt about that. Hell, just from
that picture I can tell there's a ton of fight in the little guy.

[Perry hesitates. He's memorized every dot of ink that image, by
now... but compulsion forces him to look again. The picture appears
unchanged. Nothing happened. It's safe. AsH couldn't steal it; it
never left the Deathless One's hand. Fontana's eyes become fixated on
the image of his son, as if he'd vanish out of existence if he dared
to look away.]

AsH: He's going to know.

He's going to know EVERYTHING you've ever done in this sport. It's all
televised. It's all out there for everyone to see.

[Suddenly, Il Eterno's intensely dark eyes dart to look straight at
the camera. He's grown so accustomed to them they've sometimes felt
invisible.]

AsH: It's who you are... NOW. But that can change. Sure, your boy will
see what a monster you've been.

[Fontana drops his head... was that remorse?]

AsH: But he can also see the man who you become from this day forward.
Because you don't have to repeat the same mistakes your father made,
Perry. And your boy? He can KNOW that it was him that changed you.

[Again, the Everlasting One's eyes drift towards the picture he
cradles in his calloused hands.]

AsH: He can know that you don't freely put blood on your hands
anymore... know that you're making efforts to be a good man.

And the effort... sometimes that's all it takes.

[AsH starts to drift off, turning away from Perry.]

AsH: The effort to strive and fight and get them that money so they'll
never know what it's like to eat Ramen more than one night in a row.
To have new clothes to start out every school year. To know that you
don't have to put off seeing the doctor until the next paycheck.

And even more, the effort to give it up and be that good Dad. Be the
guy who puts his kid above everything. Above being the champion or
being the best.

...because your BOY is what matters.

[AsH snaps back to reality and looks at Fontana.]

AsH: And frankly, if you didn't already feel that twinge the second
you saw that picture... we wouldn't be having this conversation right
now.

[The men look at each other.]

AsH: You feel it, right? It's inside you... reminding you that
everything you do from now on is twice as important as it used to be.
Every match, every opportunity, every shot... they mean so much more,
don't they. Because you're not just fighting for yourself, you're
fighting for HIM.

[Once more, Fontana delves into the frail picture he cradles in his
hands, and he purses his lips. When he finally raises his hooded head
again... AsH has vanished. The streets of San Diego are all that
remains. "Il Eterno" frowns as he runs his fingers along his jaw and
over his dimpled chin. AsH knew where he was going... but him?

He stands alone at an intersection. Which way does he go? ... Slowly
the image cross fades back to the arena. The camera pans the rabid
fans for a moment before focusing on Joshua Morgan.]

JM: Strong words there from AsH to Perry Fontana. I won't lie to you
Matthew, I think Perry is lost at the moment.

MA: He maybe at a cross roads, Joshua, but he better snap out of
whatever funk he is in by Boiling Point as the American Championship
is on the line!

JM: Is that all you can think about, a championship match?

MA: Those fifteen pounds of gold are all that matter in this business,
Joshua. Nothing else matters.

JM: [sighs] Fans let's go to Herk Douglas for the introductions of
tonight's main event!

[The sound of reverbed sirens is heard as a voice sings...]

VOICE:  It's Automatic, don't mind the static.

[As the word "static" echoes, purple and gold laser lights begin to
fill the arena as the voice of Toby Mac is heard again, as the music
ramps up in speed and beat, singing his hit song "Showstopper"]

#So turn up the lights#
#Pass me the mic#
#Bring on the lights#
#They've been waiting all night for the...#

[The big screen lights up and shows the following words switching back
and forth between purple background and gold letters and gold
background with purple letters...


"S H O W S T O P P E R"

T Y S O N

C A I N

[The song's chorus kicks in...]


HD: Introducing first ... he weighs in tonight at two hundred and
forty- eight pounds and hails from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania ... This
is the Showstopper ...


!!! TYSON CAIN !!!

MA: You know I can't quite figure out why Herk even announces this
kid's name. I mean it's right there in big letters on the screen.

JM: It's his job ...

MA: So he gets paid to barely do more work than you on a weekly basis.

JM: More and more I wish I was working with Chip Lester.

[The second verse of "Showstopper" begins to be heard as Cain walks
out from behind the curtain. Tyson is wearing his purple tights that
now have gold crosses on the legs. The word "Showstopper" in gold
cursive on his rear end. Tyson's hair is  slicked back as he smirks a
cocky grin. Tyson shakes a little in anticipation and starts walking
down the aisle. Cain yells and taunts a few hands of fans as he makes
his way down. Cain reaches the entrance area and walks around the
ring, continuing to taunt fans and stare toward his opponent. Tyson
slides under the bottom rope and leaps to his feet, spinning in a
circle with his arms out wide to celebrate his awesomeness.]

MA: I was impressed last week with Cain burning the t-shirts of the so
called veterans in the PVW locker room. It's about time that someone
starts making a point that these guys are probably pass their prime.

JM: You're just jealous you still aren't wrestling ...

MA: You really don't want to go there kid.

[Cain stops spinning in the middle of the ring and drops into a
squatting position and flexes as the music dies down, Cain removes his
entrance wear and readies himself in the corner for the start of the
match. The sounds of approaching helicopters comes over the PA
system.]

[They get louder and louder getting almost deafening, and then get
quieter, as if they were passing overhead. Just as they fade away to
nothing, machine gun bursts take their place. A few seconds later, a
whistling sound is heard, and then 4 large explosions rock the arena,
one right after the other. A large smoke screen engulfs the
entranceway, blocking it off from view. Just as the smoke reaches its
maximum density, "Die Hard the Hunter" by Def Leppard comes blasting
out through the sound system and a huge neon purple X is beamed across
the entrance.]

HD: And his partner weighs in at two hundred and sixty-five pounds and
hails from The Bunker ... this is ...


!!! THE MERCENARY !!!


[Through the smoke and from under the center of the X comes a figure,
pushing something on wheels. Once he gets to the edge of the stage, we
see that the Mercenary is in fact pushing a stretcher. As he wheels it
down the ramp and around the ring to the announcers table, we see that
there is a portable defibrillator sitting atop of a neon purple X
painted on the mattress. Merc pats the defibrillator, points to
Morgan, telling him not to touch it, then climbs the ringsteps.

JM: Why does he have a stretcher and defibrillator? And why does he
think I'd touch it?

MA: It's been a year since Alex Epstein was active in the ring maybe
he thinks he'll have a heart attack and he wants him to survive this
match.

[The lights in the arena dim as the abrupt beginning to "You Know My
Name" by Chris Cornell hits, and the crowd cheers strongly as a subtle
cast of red light is shone over them.  The entrance is similarly
bathed in the red hue as the voice of Chris Cornell comes in.]

# If you take a life, do you know what you'll give
# Odds are, you won't like what it is
# When the storm arrives, would you be seen with me
# By the merciless eyes I've deceived

[And after a few seconds, a figure emerges through the portal to stand
in the midst of the red light.  He stands, frozen there as the
spotlights begin to pulse around him. The crowd cheers loudly and the
camera picks up a few WELCOME BACK LANDIS signs in the arena.]

JM: Listen to these fans cheer the return of Tom Landis!

[And as the chorus hits, the lights come on in blindingly full force
to reveal "Hellraiser" Tom Landis standing there.  He's dressed for
combat, wearing full length black tights with a silver and red design
running up the legs, and "Hellraiser" written on the seat of the
pants.  He's also wearing a black sleeveless t-shirt with the "ACW"
logo on it.  Tom begins to walk down the aisle towards the ring.]

HD: Introducing, from Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at two hundred
and forty-one
pounds... this is ...

!!! "HELLRAISER" TOM LANDIS !!!

MA: Tom Landis is too old to be doing this. It took him what six weeks
to heal from a separated shoulder? He needs to pass the torch ...

JM: And you think he should pass it to Tyson Cain.

MA: Maybe not Cain, I think he's a bit too unstable, he'd probably
drop it on himself and set himself ablaze.

[Landis tags some of the fans' outstretched hands running along the
aisleway as he approaches the ring slowly.  As he gets to the ring Tom
wipes his feet on the mat before climbing into the ring as the cheers
crescendo, and after standing on the middle of the ropes and raising
his arms to the crowd he removes the t-shirt and proceeds to his
corner and the lights go out as all the spotlights focus together onto
the entrance ramp with a silhouette seen. The spotlights turn red like
blood as Kayne West's "Good Life" plays through the arena. A large
cloud of red smoke fills the entranceway. As it filters out to ground
level, the silhouette has been replaced by an imposing figure in a red
boxers robe with a black sash. The hood of the robe and a pair of
black Ray Ban wafer shades cover his face and head.]

HD: And his partner hails from Chicago Illinois and weighs in at two
hundred and fifty pounds ladies and gentlemen ... this is ...


!!! "THE EXTREME" ALEXANDER EPSTEIN !!!

[The man known as "Mr. Extreme" Alexander Epstein throws a fist in the
air to the cheer of thousands in the arena as pryo effects go off
around him. He slowly walks to ringside following the path of the red
smoke and spotlight. He throws a few lefts and rights to impress the
crowd with pyro going off timed to each one as he makes his way to
ringside. He high fives a few fans as he cautiously enters the ring
beginning to remove his robe and shades.]


JM: It's been nearly a year since Epstein has stepped foot inside a
wrestling right due to a broken foot but these fans still love him.

MA: He hasn't wrestled a day in his life in PVW and these peons treat
him like a returning hero. They need to learn to cheer for. People
like The Mercenary and Gibson Hayes not over-rated and over the hill
stars like Epstein and Landis.

JM: Hayes isn't in this match ...

MA: I know that. Like I said Cain is a little bit to unstable for me
to endorse at this moment.


^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
SHOCKWAVE MAIN EVENT:

THE MERCENARY & TYSON CAIN v ALEX EPSTEIN & TYSON CAIN
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^


!!! DING DING DING !!!


JM: Tom Landis and Merc are starting off this match.

MA: It looks like Merc is tell Landis to tag in Epstein but Landis
shakes his head no tells Merc let's go.

[The two men lock up and Merc easily shifts to a side head lock
gaining control. Landis though drives his forearm into the ribs of
Merc three consecutive times and shoves Merc into the ropes. Landis
drives another forearm into the ribs of Merc and shoves the bigger man
across the ring, Merc rebounds and levels Landis with a shoulder
block. The Mercenary reaches down and pulls Landis back up to his feet
and rakes his eyes. The referee quickly warns Merc not to do it again
and he responds by shrugging his shoulders. Merc scoops Landis into
the air and slams him into the mat.]

MA: Merc drops his knee into Landis' shoulder and listen to Landis
scream like an lady.

JM: That was the shoulder Fontana nearly destroyed with the
amputation, the shoulder that has kept Tom Landis out of action since
End Game two.

MA: Whine, whine. If he wasn't cleared to wrestle he shouldn't be in
ring. And Merc isn't wasting anytime as he pulls Landis to his feet
and lifts him into the air with a vertical suplex.

[Merc holds Landis in the air upside down allowing the blood to rush
to his head.]

MA: What a display of strength as Merc is just holding Landis in the
air and now he finishes the vertical suplex sending Landis to the mat.

JM: That delayed vertical suplex is one of Mercenary's favorite moves,
and now Merc is back to his feet and again he drops his knee into the
shoulder of Landis.

[On the outside Epstein glares at Merc as he slaps the top turnbuckle
trying to motivate Landis back to his feet, but Merc drives a right
hand into the skull of Landis and then a second right hand.]

MA: Merc is just using Landis as a punching bag here right.

[Merc drills Landis with another stiff right hand and then drags
Landis to his feet by his head.]

JM: Merc pointing at the top turnbuckle and he drives Landis shoulder
first into it. And now he slams Landis' head into the turnbuckle.

MA: Merc is completely dominating Landis right now and Merc slams his
head into that turnbuckle again.

[Merc glares at Epstein as he just pokes Landis in the eye. Epstein
begins to scream at the referee but to no avail as Merc just bitch-
slaps Landis across the face. Landis shakes his head and fires off a
right hand that catches Merc by surprise. The crowd roars their
approval as Landis nails another right hand and left hand that forces
Merc into the ropes. Landis drives his knee into the mid-section of
Merc doubling him over and follows up with a European Uppercut that
sends Merc bouncing off of the ropes into a right hand from Landis.
"The Hellriser" grabs the arm of Merc and whips him across the ring.]

JM: Flying forearm! Merc is down and this crowd is fired up as Landis
gets back to his feet and points to Alex Epstein.

[The crowd cheers loudly as Epstein motions for Landis to make the
tag. Landis grabs Merc and applies a side head lock dragging him to
the corner and the crowd explodes as for the first time in a year Alex
Epstein enters the ring. Landis lifts the arm of Merc exposing his
side and Epstein drills his ribs with a right hand and then with a
boot. Landis releases Merc and Epstein pats his elbow.]

JM: Epstein wants to hit the bionic elbow but Merc pokes him in the
eye!

[The referee once again warns Merc who goes for a lock up but Epstein
is able to duck under it and spins Merc around grabbing him by the arm
as he does so and whips him across the ring.]

JM: Merc whipped across the ring, and Epstein lowers his head.

MA: Too early though as Merc drops an elbow into the back of Epstein's
head. A rookie mistake from Epstein there. One has to wonder how much
that year off will affect Epstein tonight.

JM: Year off? Epstein was on the side line with a broken foot.

MA: excuses, excuses. Epstein is a professional he shouldn't be making
rookie mistakes. Now Merc is pulling Epstein in ...

[Merc begins to lift Epstein for a piledriver but Epstein kicks his
legs and prevents Merc from lifting him up. Merc drives his forearm
into the back Epstein and tries again but again Epstein fights
preventing the piledriver and is able to reverse it sending Merc over
with a back body drop. Merc though quickly rolls to his feet and
Epstein rushes forward, and Merc ducks the clothesline attempt.
Epstein slams on the brakes and turns around as Merc charges at him
...]

JM: And Epstein dodges the spear attempt.

[Merc lands on the mat face first and the crowd breaks out in laughter
as Merc stands to his feet and kicks the bottom rope in frustration.]

MA: These two men know one another so well it's difficult for them to
even hit a basic move against one another.

[Merc kicks the rope a second time and reaches tagging in Tyson Cain.
Cain enters the ring and looks at the former world champion and
charges forward. The two men lock up in the center of the ring and
Epstein seems to be gaining a slight advantage moving Cain back
towards the ropes slightly but Cain just stomps on the foot of
Epstein.]

JM: Cain stomped on foot of Epstein!

MA: Basic counter but effective. Alex has released the collar and
elbow tie up but Cain is laughing at the moment so he's not taking
advantage.

[The crowd cheers as Epstein just drills Cain between the eyes with a
right hand. Cain shakes his head and Epstein leaps connecting with a
standing dropkick that sends Cain through the middle rope to the
floor. Cain though is quickly to his feet and he slaps the ring apron
with both hands in frustration as the crowd cheers for Epstein who
just glares at Merc on the ring apron. Cain runs his hands through
hair as he slowly turns around. He stops and glares at a few fans
holding a WELCOME BACK TOM sign at ringside. Cain shakes his head in
disbelief.]

JM: Cain doesn't seem to be too happy as he's lust staring at that
the group of fans sign.

MA: Cain isn't focused right now as he just begins to berating those
fans.

[Cain takes their sign and throws it on the concrete floor and begins
to stomp on it.]

JM: Cain is going wild on the sign as he just keeps stomping away on
it.

[In the ring Epstein tosses his hands into the air daffled by Cain's
actions. Cain grabs one of the fans drinks and begins to act like he
is going to throw it back into their face.

JM: Tyson better not toss that drink at that young fan. If he thinks
he his last fine made his life difficult what does he think assaulting
a fan will do?

[Tom Landis though doesn't let it get that far though as he leaps off
of the ring apron and begins to make his way towards Cain. Cain
screams at the fan you want your drink back, but before he can do
anything Landis grabs him by the shoulder and spins him around ..]

MA: And Landis gets a face full of soda!

[Cain laughs hysterical as he slides back into the ring but is caught
with a stomp to the back and a second stomp and a third. Cain slides
back out of the ring and Landis drills him with a right hand to the
enjoyment of the front row fans. The referee leans over the top rope
and orders Landis back to his corner. Landis raises his hands and
smiles as he begins to walk away. Cain though is back to his feet and
shoves Herk Douglas off of his chair and fold it up.]

JM: Cain has a chair ...

MA: We can see that captain obvious.

[Cain though slams the chair into the ground three consecutive time
before opening it back up and sitting on it. Cain strikes the thinkers
pose as the crowd boos him loudly.]

JM: Cain just wasting time right now.

MA: He's not wasting time, he's a bit off of his rocker, Josh.

JM: Can't argue with that.

[The referee orders Cain to get back into the ring and Cain does so by
sliding under the bottom rope. Cain and Epstein lock up with a collar
and elbow tie up. Epstein forces Cain down to a knee and applies a
side head lock. Epstein fires off a right hand to the head of Cain but
Cain is able to force Epstein into the ropes and whips him across the
ring. Epstein levels Cain with a shoulder block and quickly pulls him
back to his feet and hoists him onto his shoulder ...]

JM: I've seen this before, Epstein is looking for that running
powerslam.

[But as Epstein turns around to reposition himself in the ring Merc
reaches over the top rope and grabs Cain by the feet pulling him off
of Epstein's shoulder.]

MA: Now that's teamwork. Epstein spins around and is caught with a
boot to the mid-section from Cain.

[Tyson stays on the offensive by whipping Epstein across the ring,
chest first hard into the corner. The impact from the corner causes
Epstein to stagger backwards towards Cain who grabs him with a waist
lock.]

JM: Massive belly to back suplex and Cain floats over for the cover!



!!! ONE !!!



!!! TWO !!!


!!! Th - !!!


JM: Epstein kicks out!

MA: Cain is back to his feet and pulls Epstein up and nails him with a
big headbutt. Cain grabbing his own head but again he headbutts
Epstein. And he follows up with a thumb to the eye for good measure.

JM: How is that good measure?

[Cain grabs his head again but he reaches out and tags Merc back into
the match. Merc grabs Epstein and rakes his face. Before the referee
can admonish him Merc grabs Epstein by the head and tosses him through
the middle rope to the floor.]

JM: This can't be good at all as Merc is on the apron and leaps off
driving a double axe handle into Epstein's head.

MA: And this is where Merc is at the top of his game! Merc drives a
right hand into the head of Epstein and goes for a second one but
Epstein blocks it and fires off one of his own.

[The crowd begins to cheer as Epstein nails a second right hand but
before he can gain too much momentum Cain leaps off of the apron and
drives him into the guardrail with a cross body.]


"____CCCLLLAAANNNGGG__"


JM: Tyson Cain changes the momentum in Merc's favor with the cross
body block! And here comes Landis!

[The crowd screams wildly as Landis grabs Cain and whips him chest
first into the ring apron. Landis drives his forearm into the back of
Cain as Merc slams Epstein's head into the guardrail.]

MA: This match is begriming to get a bit out of hand.

[Merc goes to slam Epstein's head into the guardrail again but Epstein
drives an elbow into Merc's ribs. Landis grabs Cain by the back of his
head and takes three steps forward driving him face first into the
concrete with a bulldog.]

JM: Landis driving Cain into the concrete as Epstein grabs Merc and
slams his head into the stretcher. This is insane and the fans are
eating it up!

MA: Epstein glaring at the defibrillator and the crowd is egging him
on
...


"___ZZZAAAPPP___"

JM: MY GOD! Alex Epstein was just shocked!

MA: Now that's extreme!

[Merc smirks and grabs the paddles as Epstein drops to his knees on
the floor. Landis pulling Cain back to his feet and the crowd moans as
Cain catches Landis with a low blow.]

JM: I'm surprised the referee is letting this match continue as Merc
is choking the life out of Epstein with the cables from the
defibrillator!

[Epstein gasps for air as Merc just wrenches on the cable. Cain grabs
Landis and grabs him with a pumphandle, hoisting him into the air and
driving him to the concrete with a powerslam!]

MA: Merc dropping the cables and rolls Epstein back into the ring as
Cain points at the Landis' fans in the front row and laughs before
climbing back onto the ring apron.

[Merc grabs the head of Epstein and bounces it off of the top
turnbuckle five times like it's a pinball. He grabs Epstein by the
waist and hoists him onto the top turnbuckle so that he's looking out
into the crowd. Merc climbs to the second rope and drives his forearm
into the back of Epstein.]

JM: I know this set-up Merc is looking for the Enema.

[Merc grabs Alex Epstein as if he is going for a back suplex but
as he lifts him into the air, "The Extreme" flips over and grabs the
neck of Merc driving him from the second rope to the mat with a nasty
looking neckbreaker. The crowd roars as Epstein slowly crawls over and
places his arm across Merc's chest.]



!!! ONE !!!



!!! TWO !!!



!!! THRE -- !!!


JM: And Merc somehow kicks out!

[Epstein shakes his head, either in disbelief or to shake away some of
the cobwebs, and pushes himself to his feet. He grabs Merc and locks
in a dragon sleeper. After a few moments he drives him to the mat with
an inverted DDT.]

JM: The EDD! Epstein just hit the Exciting Death Drop! And he's
pointing to the top rope.

[The crowd goes wild as Epstein begins to climb to the top rope and
Landis makes his way back to his feet. Cain slams the top turnbuckle
trying to get Merc to stir ...]

JM: Epstein leaps with the moonsault ...

MA: NO ONE HOME! The Mercenary rolled out of the way!His friendship
with Epstein had him completely prepared for it and Merc rolls to his
feet.

[Merc grabs Epstein and wastes no time hooking him into a front
chancery and lifts him into the air.]

MA: The PAYOFF! The delayed brainbuster suplex!



!!! ONE !!!


[Landis slides under the bottom rope and rushes forward.]


!!! TWO !!!


[The crowd boos loudly as Tyson Cain cuts Landis off with a nasty
spear.]


!!! THREE !!!


MA: Merc just pinned his former best friend!



!!! DING DING DING !!!


JM: Merc rolls off of Epstein and he's glaring at the stretcher! What
can be going through his mind right now?

MA: Cain driving his right hand into the head into the face of Tom
Landis and now he's just slamming him head first into the mat.

[Merc pulls Epstein to his feet and tosses him over the top rope to
the floor as Cain rolls out of the ring and grabs a steel chair. Merc
pulls Epstein up and slams him onto the stretcher and Cain slides the
chair into the ring.]

JM: Merc is strapping Epstein to the stretcher ...

MA: And Cain winds up with chair as Landis pushes himself to his feet!


"___CCCLLLAAANNNGGG___"


MA: Landis eats the chair!

JM: Merc is climbing to the top rope.

[The crowd is laying down a long constant chorus of boos as Tyson
winds up with the chair but before he can swing it again the referee
grabs it from him. Cain glares at the referee and shoves him to the
mat before he slides back to the floor and grabs the Landis sign from
earlier. He slides into the ring with it in his hands.]

MA: Cain drops the sign next to Landis and mounts him driving rights
and lefts into his head.

JM: Landis is busted open ... and Merc is on the top rope.

[The Mercenary smirks and then leaps from the top rope.]


"___CCCRRRUUUNNNCCCHHH___"


JM: NO! EPSTEIN WAS CRUSHED UNDER THAT CANNONBALL SPLASH!

[The stretcher collapses to the concrete floor from the impact of the
Mercenary. A slight hush befalls the ground for a brief moment.]

MA: Epstein had nowhere to go!

[As Mercenary rolls off of Epstein the crowd unleashes a wild chorus
of boos. The medical staff and security come running to the ringside
area as Tyson Cain drops his knee into the bloody face of Tom Landis.
Cain lays the WELCOME BACK TOM sign across the chest of Landis as an
evil smirk comes across his face.]

MA: Not a night to be making a return to the ring here tonight!

JM: Fans we're out of time!

[The camera pulls back to show Tyson Cain in the ring standing over
Tom Landis as The Mercenary just glares at Alex Epstein before slowly
fading to black.]