[Senor Cloak Dos enters the locker room, following the scraping sound
within. Turning a corner, he finds the former World Champion sitting
at a bench with a machete cradled across his lap. He slowly drags a
whetstone across the steel blade, slivers of steel particles falling
as he reaches the point. There is pure hatred in his eyes.]

SCD: Hola, Senor Cole! Que pasa? .. What are you doing amigo?

[In reaction to Cloak Dos, Cole turns the steel over on his lap. He
takes a deep breath, his voice low as he responds.]

RC: Well, "amigo"... I am sharpening the blade on this tool. I am
creating a fine edge. I am going to use this machete to cut into the
flesh of Chris Black... to draw a line around his jaw, up over his
hair line, and I am going to cut deep enough so that my fingers will
reach into the meat. And then... I'm going to peel the face from his
skull. It's called "revenge", Senor...

[The masked man is taken aback by what he hears and he steps forward.]

SCD: Que?! No, Senor Cole! You can not do such a thing! You should not
even THINK of such things! Revenge is an empty pursuit, Senor Cole,
but what you are speaking of is not revenge.. It is criminal! It is
diabolical! It approaches potentially out right murder and evil!

[Cole listens... a scowl twisting his face. He shakes his head but
doesn't respond.]

SCD: Senor Black is a rudo but that is nothing that calls for petty
revenge, much less murder! Think of your hijo, Senor Cole! Do you want
to set an example of hollow vengeance and possibly criminal behavior
for your son?! Discard this idea, amigo! Do not fight for revenge. Do
not plot evil acts. Find the path towards seeking justice!

[Cole suddenly rises to his feet, swinging the machete down, sticking
it into the bench. His eyes are burning as he stares down at Senor
Cloak Dos.]

RC: Justice?!?!!! That filth nailed us from behind... drove a ring
bell into the back of my head! So what if I have no proof that he was
wearing your mask... SO WHAT?!?!!! He's a rot-gut filth-ridden maggot!
He wants to worship at the altar of William Craven... he thinks I'm
some sort of laughable joke! And you stand there... a victim, a man
who has had opportunities ripped from you fingers, a man who has been
mocked and humiliated, and you tell me to look for Justice?!?!!!

[The luchadore steps towards Cole, not backing down from Cole's fiery
rage.]

SCD: Si, Senor Cole. Black has done selfish and greedy things but to
plot mutilation and possible homicide is also selfish and greedy. Any
man can make the choice to do terrible things, even if it is in
response to terrible things done to them. But a good man does not do
these things. A good man seeks only justice for these things through
the honorable ways. A good man does not sharpen blades or pick up
weapons to counter rudos in a ring, Senor Cole. A good man uses his
lucha libre, his wrestling, and they find justice in the right way for
the good of not just their own soul but of those of his enemies, his
opponents and for the people. For all the people who look up to us and
put their hopes and dreams on our shoulders. A good man pursues
justice to give the right example for their children so they will know
to follow the right path in life.

[Cole spins and walks away a few steps, digging his fingers through
the tangled mess of hair. His shoulders hunch as he breathes in deeply
and he turns again, staring at Senor Cloak Dos with confusion. He
looks down at the machete and then toward Cloak Dos.]

RC: I'm not a good man, amigo. I don't do good things, I don't role
model, and I don't just bring justice... I'm the horror show,
remember? They still call me the "monster beneath the bed", Cloak!
Christopher Black has done horrible things... and he's going to keep
walking down that same path, making those same damn mistakes, and he's
going to wake up with parts of his body missing and memories just
soaked in gore and blood! And he'll become just another Craven... just
another beast to be put down! If I break him now... if I shatter him,
scatter him, and do the terrible things I am known for than maybe... ?

[Cole looks to Cloak Dos, a question in his eyes. He slowly shakes his
head, and then stares down at that machete.]

SCD: Maybe, Senor Cole, you lead your son down a path of evil if you
follow these ideas. Maybe, through blind violence and anger, you show
your son an example that has as much of a monstrous face as Senor
Craven. Maybe instead of Senor Black being Craven's disciple, after
you commit such horrific evil atrocities upon Black if you take that
road, your son becomes Craven's disciple in the future. But maybe..
Maybe Senor Cole.. If you stop these plans for murder, mayhem and
criminality in the pursuit of empty, hollow revenge.. Maybe you can
still show your son that good men can make things right in this world
by doing things the right way. Maybe you can show Senor Black that in
the end, win or lose, pursuing victory and justice in the honorable
way is the only way to win in the bigger picture of one's life.

[The masked man motions towards the door.]

SCD: Senor Cole, por favor. Leave behind the monster. Fight as a man,
the good man you are for your family. Let's show Senors Craven and
Black that good men can still make a difference in this world.

[Cole doesn't say anything. He just stares down at that machete... and
then walks toward it and Senor Cloak Dos. He places his hand on it,
wraps his fingers, and then stops. He uncurls his fingers from the
handle and turns to regard Dos again... and nods. He continues to walk
past him, leaving the machete behind. The screen fades to black and
the opening to 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.
Chris Hart comes and is replaced by Danny Daniels who is replaced by
Nevermind who is replaced by Christopher Black holding the PVW
Television Championship.]

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 who fades into the Tag Tem 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 Frank fades into Senor Cloak Dos.]

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 Rob Cole who fades into William Craven who fades
into the Heavyweight Champion Gibson Hayes with the PVW Championship
belt slung across his shoulder. For a few long moments Hayes smiles at
the world before fading to black.]

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

[The PVW logo fades 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 IM GLAD MARLEY IS
GONE SPECTRE IS MY FREND! - DOS-MANIA - MARRY ME FOLEY - GET RID OF
THE GINGER - NEVERMIND - HAYES FOR PRESIDENT - DETSON FOR PRESIDENT -
DANIELS IS GOD - MASKED BROS BEFORE CALI-HOS! The camera finally pans
to the announce table where Josh Morgan is sitting in a black PVW polo
shirt and next to his is a man in his mid-forties, mid-length curly,
dirty blond hair, clean shaven, some would say the perfection of
professionalism.]

JM: Hello fans and welcome to the inaugural episode of PVW's
SHOCKWAVE! I'm Josh Morgan and with me is ...

MA: The man known as Matthew Anderson! As you can see Josh I'm more
than capable of handling my own introduction. And tonight ladies and
gentlemen, you will find out what a true announcer is.

JM: Excuse me?

MA: Don't take it personal kid, but this is your second time hosting a
show for the PVW and well let's just say the brass got it right when
they paired you with me.

JM: Are you implying I can't handle announcing?

MA: I wasn't implying, Josh. We all know you hosted Damage Control and
we all saw how that wound up.

[Josh just shakes his head slowly to the side as Matthew smirks.]

MA: Well come on kid get with the announcing.

[Before Josh can utter a word Matthew cuts him off.]

MA: Deep air, kid. It'll be the death of your career. Now let's get
this started.

JM: Tonight, the PVW faithful will witness tag team action as The
Berserkers square off with the masked duo Baltic Ave.

MA: Masks and painted men, what a combination.

JM: The Berserkers have been impressive since their debut, Matthew.

MA: You can call me Mr. Anderson, Josh. Children like you need to show
respect.

JM: {sighs} Also tonight, we'll see The Renegades step into the ring
with Team Tomorrow ...

MA: Two more young punks who are not showing respect to those that
deserve it.

JM: Are you talking about The Renegades or Team Tomorrow?

MA: You're right make it four.

[Before Josh can continue "Loyal to No-One" by The Dropkick Murphy's
begins to 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!

[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 "The Celtic
Crippler" Caleb Foley and the crowd has a mixed reaction tonight.
Caleb pulls the hood off his head and reveals 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 points to the sky as he
continues to walk down to the ring.]

His friends come and go like the seasons and tide
He can't keep a women they all realize
He loves them, leaves them, takes what he needs
He's loyal to no one, no one at all

You were brought up well still in spite of it all
You're touched by nothing, watch a man fall
Put a foot on his back to get a better view
Cause your loyal to No-one. NO-ONE BUT YOU

[Foley continues to walk down to aisle and stares at the ring, his
expression looks he has to get something off his chest. Caleb slides
underneath the bottom rope and walk toward the ring announcer and asks
for a microphone.]

Caleb Foley: SHOCKWAVE!!!

[A small chant of Shockwave can be heard in the Long Beach Convention
and Entertainment Center. Caleb waits for the crowd to simmer down
before he continues.]

Caleb Foley: Not only is it a great name but this is the inaugural
episode of it. I am sure there will be many great things to remember
tonight but before we get to any matches tonight I must do something.

[The crowd is waiting patiently for the announcement "The Celtic
Crippler' has to make tonight.]

Caleb Foley: To say people were SHOCKED by my actions last week
against Larry Gionet after the match had ended would be an
understatement. People have said that I am finally starting to embrace
the inner Celtic Crippler. My actions on HEATWAVE last week were
completely uncalled for.

[Caleb begins to pacing back and forth inside the ring like an
expecting father or a cage beast whichever you prefer.]

Caleb Foley: The frustration just finally got the best of me. Losing
the Called Shot match, then getting the wind knocked out of me from
that Seattle Slam and not being involved in the outcome of triple
threat match just made me snap. I felt an inner rage that I have never
felt before and I let my temper get the better of me.

[Still pacing back and forth in the ring Foley tries to remain calm by
concentrating on his breathing. Caleb finally stops pacing in the
center of the ring with his eyes closed. When he opens them he
continues to speak.]

Caleb Foley: I was raised better than that. My parents raised me to
always turn the other cheek and to always forgive no matter what. My
actions, what I did was totally out of line. I let my emotions get the
best of me in a heated situation. I take full responsibility for my
actions. The PVW fans deserve better.

[Foley takes a very deep breathe before he speaks...]

Caleb Foley: So to all the wrestling fans, the entire locker room and
my family I AM SORRY! That even means you Larry. While I do not agree
with your actions I am not the same person as you. And to prove it, I
will be the bigger man and apologize to you Larry. At Heatwave, I will
swallow my pride and call you down to the ring ... Look you in the
eyes and say I was wrong and sorry.

[Caleb then walks back over to Herk Douglas and hands him the
microphone as he exits the ring. Caleb walks back up the entrance ramp
as the camera pans back to Josh Morgan and Matthew Anderson.]

JM: What an announcement from Caleb ...

MA: Oh come on, Josh. The so-called soul of the PVW is going to walk
out and apologize to Larry Gionet and you think that's a big
announcement. A big announcement would have been him coming out and
saying he wasn't sorry.

JM: And why would that be a big announcement?

MA: 'Cause finally the soul called soul would have acted like a man.
Instead of cryin' in the ring, he would have finally manned up and
people would respect him ... well not me but someone would have.

JM: You're worse than Fred.

MA: How dare you! I'm ten times the announcer Fred Hoyle is! He can
barely call a match and all he ever does is call Caleb Foley a cry
baby. Which as true as it is there, he does have other faults.

JM: Before you get on a rampage listing them all let's go to the ring
for our opening contest of the evening.

[The camera pans to the ring and standing in the center of it is The
Voice, Herk Douglas. Besides him stand the mask duo Baltic Ave,
Futures Market and Derivatives Market.]

HD: Ladies and gentlemen already in the ring ... they weigh in at a
combined four hundred and eighty pounds and hail from parts unknown
... they are Futures Market and Derivatives Market ...


!!! BALTIC AVE !!!


* DAAAAAAAA *

* DUN DUN DUNNNNN *

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

HD: And their opponents weighing in at a combine weight of 577 pounds
... they hail from Chicago Illinois! They are Doom and Wolf ...


!!! 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.]

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

THE BERSERKERS v BALTIC AVE
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

!!! DING * DING * DING !!!


MA: You have to hand it to The Berserkers they have a very different
look from the rest of the teams here in the PVW.

JM: And a different style ...

MA: I wouldn't go that far, Josh. We have a number of power houses in
the tag division, Derek Rage and Max Weinrib to name a few.

JM: You could be right, Matthew.

MA: Mr. Anderson ....

JM: Won't happen. Looks like Futures Market and Wolf are starting the
match for their respective teams. This is the second time we've seen
Baltic Avenue inside a PVW ring and they have quite a challenge here
tonight on the debut of Shockwave!

[The two men lock up in the center of the ring, Wolf powers Futures
Market into the ropes and lights his chest up with a vicious knife
edge chop and a second one.]

MA: I bet under that black bodysuit Future Markets is a red as a
tomato.

[Wolf grabs the arm of Futures Market and sends him hard into the
corner. Futures Market staggers out from the corner and Wolf charges.]

JM: And Wolf just charged and turned Futures Market INSIDE OUT!  HOLY
MOTHER OF GOD THAT WAS A CLOTHESLINE!

MA: Futures Market isn't the brightest bulb in the box.  When you see
a guy the size of Wolf charging it's time to get the hell out of
dodge!

[Wolf wastes no time as he yanks Futures Market to his feet and drills
him with a series of quick and forceful forearm shots.  He backs him
into the corner and sends him across the ring with a big vicious Irish
Whip.]

MA: Wolf charging again and another clothesline for Futures Market!

JM: And Wolf is using his raw size and power to just punish Futures
Market here in the early going.

MA: It's going to be the late going if things stay this way.

JM: Derivatives Market is cheering his partner on as he tries to reach
through and make the tag but here comes Wolf.

[Wolf kicks the hand of Derivatives Market out of the way.]

MA: The Berserkers play up the intimidation game pretty well.  Let's
see if they can do anything with it.

[Wolf drags Futures Market over to his corner and makes the tag to
Doom.  The Berserkers both begin to work over the Baltic Avenue member
as they whip him into the ropes and Wolf catches him and turns and
_tosses_ him towards Doom who catches him and drops down with a
powerslam!]

"___THUUUUD___"

[POP!]

JM: LOOK AT THAT DOUBLE TEAM MOVE!  AND DOOM HOOKS THE LEG!


ONE !!!


TWO !!!


... Derivatives Market in to break up the count!

MA: It looks like Baltic Avenue aren't total push overs.

[Derivatives Market continues to drill Doom with hard rights as
referee Lou Crowe tries to force him to the outside.  Doom is backed
into the corner as Derivatives Market unloads with kicks to the
midsection as he is joined by his partner, Futures Market.  The two
men continue to work Doom over in the corner and they whip him across
with a double Irish whip.]

JM: Baltic Avenue now working over Doom and send him into the corner
with an Irish Whip .... DOOM COMES ROARING OUT CLOTHESLINING BOTH MEN
DOWN!

[POP!]

MA: And I was mistaken ... They are total push overs.

JM: And Doom with a big boot and Derivatives Market is over the top
ropes and to the outside!

MA: Here comes Wolf ...

[He hits the ropes and the 6'3", 275 pounder leaps through the middle
ropes with a plancha dive taking out Derivatives Market on the
outside.]

[ROARING HELL YEAH POP!]

JM: HOLY MOTHER OF GOD!

MA: Don't piss your pants over there, Josh.

JM: Did you see that?

MA: I am sitting right next to you.

[Futures Market is up and he rakes the eyes of Doom.  He hooks the big
man and lifts him up and over with a quick suplex.  He is back up and
hits the ropes and drops a knee right into the Berserker midsection.
Futures Market drops down and hooks a leg.]


ONE !!!


TWO !!!


JM: No!  Doom with a strong kick out. Futures Market is up to his feet
and quickly and rushes to the ropes. Doom is back to his feet as
Futures Market closes in on Doom ... sunset flip!


ONE !!!


TWO !!!


JM ... Another strong kick out.

MA: Now he is just pissing Doom off.

[And Futures Market hits the ropes again and this time he is caught in
mid air and drilled into the mat with a spinebuster.]


"___THUUUUUUD___"


JM: And Doom has just taken the air out of Futures Market sail. Doom
makes the tag back to Wolf.

MA: I've seen this before ... It's only a matter of time now, Josh.

[Doom lifts Futures Market up in a bench press position except Futures
Market's face is looking towards the lights.  Wolf then leaps off with
a leg drop smashing down on Futures Market and off Doom's hands to the
mat.]

"___THUUUUUUUUD___"

[FINISHA POP!]

JM: GATES OF HADES!

MA: This is the PVW, Baltic Avenue it's not a place for the weak. I
hope you enjoyed your short stay.

JM: Wolf hooks the leg!


ONE !!!


TWO !!!


[Doom fights off Derivatives Market as he tries to re-enter the ring.]


THREE !!!


[HUGE POP!]


!!! DING * DING * DING !!!


HD: Ladies and gentlemen ... here are you're winners ...


!!! THE BERSERKERS !!!


JM: AND IT'S OVER!  THE BERSERKERS WIN AGAIN!

MA: Win three in a row and your on a streak.

JM: These guys are starting to become a force in the PVW's stacked tag
team division and they want the Prophets of Rage in a match.

MA: The Berserkers better be careful what they ask for.  The Prophets
have wrestled just about everyone in this industry.  They sure aren't
Derivatives Market and
Futures Market.

JM: While that may be true it's about time they are tested and what
better way than facing the Prophets of Rage?

MA: Can't argue with you there kid. The Prophets of Rage have been
called the gateway of the division and I think it's about time the
Berserkers meet the gatekeepers.

[The images of Matthew and Josh are replaced by a shot of the
backstage are .... to where a PVW camera man is busy conducting one of
those candid shots.  Ya know... kinda like a peeping tom voyeur
camera. But instead of unsuspecting hot females, this camera man is
busy shooting a heated discussion between JD Houlihan and his uncle,
Sid Savage.]

JD: I just dun get it! What _else_ can we do?!?! We've discussed,
we've pleaded, we've begged, we've _PRAYED_, and still... Still he
pulls this crap!

UNCLE SID: He will be here! Lately the only thing he cares about is
_success_ and you can't get that by not showing up! CALM DOWN! If
you're gunna have to lead this team, you gotta have a sound mind!

[JD just shakes his head, and begins to take in deep breathes.]

UNCLE SID: There you go, James... Settle yourself.  We have plenty of
time.  He
_will_ be he--

[And, as of on cue...

"FELLAS, FELLAS, _FELLAS_... why the long faces?!?!"

..says Devin Houlihan, as he strolls up behind the two! Uncle Sid
looks relieved, as JD looks even more angry,]

DEVIN: I know, I get it.. I haven't been exactly following the
_script_ this week.  I've missed the tape session and the training
session and the game plan session..... But, it's cool.  Don't worry,
be happy now!

JD: Lemme guess... You _got_ this right?

DEVIN:  Course I do brutha man! This is the dawning of a
_NEW AGE_ for the Renegades! We are about to put Pee Vee Dubbya on
_NOTICE_! All you need to do, Jay Dizzle... My brutha man... is follow
my lead tonight!

JD: Well... perhaps I could... IF I KNEW WHAT YOUR PLAN WAS!?!?!
 That's what _COMMUNICATION_ is for!

DEVIN:  Hey, [bleep] for brains... WE'RE TWINS! We
operate on the same wavelength! And with your intelligence... It won't
take you long to catch on, I'm sure! So with that said... I'm
thirsty....  OFF TO FIND A
COCA COLA! SUPER DEVIN..... AWWAAAAAAY!!!!

[Devin takes off down the hallway.  The camera man goes to follow, but
Devin's quickly off screen, so the camera turns back to JD and Uncle
Sid.]

JD: I'm not impressed...

UNCLE SID: Me either, and I wonder what stunt that little punk is
gunna pull tonight...

[The camera cuts back to Josh Morgan and Matthew Anderson.]

MA: I wonder if that space cadet realizes his match is next.

JM: I seriously doubt it.

MA: Before we get to the next match Josh I want to give you some free
advice. Lay off the mother of god line. Catch phrases do not work for
announcers.

[Josh just shakes his head once again.]

MA: Then don't listen to me kid, but don't come cryin' to me when I'm
still here and you've been replaced.

JM: What is your problem tonight?

MA: No problem, Josh. I just want this show to be a success. And it
starts here with us, the faces of Shockwave ... well more so me but
you get the point.

JM: I hear that we're going backstage again to get a few words from
Team Tomorrow before their match.

[Cut backstage.]

DD: Can't we just repeat what we did last time?

MGA: You mean, the same kind of interview? You want to play monopoly
again, despite going against the Renegades?

DD: Well, maybe. I mean, it works for the Prophets of Rage.

MGA: Does it?

[Marc Gabriel Alraune and The One Man Dynasty, Drake Dresden, Team
Tomorrow, walk through the back area each rotating and stretching
their arms... presumably on their way to the ring. Both are currently
in their ring gear and seem more focused than normal]

DD: I'm just tired of all the talking, man. I just want to go out
there and wrestle. That's what I'm here for, right? Wrestling? I
didn't know this was a damn debate team meet.

MGA: Debate meet?

DD: Listen, I'm not terribly verbose as is.

MGA: Well, again, I blame your home schooling. Didn't get a chance to
interact with other kids and argue about which Ninja Turtle is the
best. Poor kid. Everyone knows its Raphael.

DD: Ok, so... what about these Renegades. Anything to worry about?

MGA: They're pretty good. Above average, I'd say. But the thing we
definitely have going for us is that they're not as good as everyone
touts them to be. The new generation of tag team... future champions
and whatnot. I hate that they underscore that garbage...

DD: What's the big deal? Why are they Renegades? Do they fight against
the system? Purposely lose matches? Set people on fire, but with
Magnesium rather than gasoline? How are they Renegades?

MGA: They're Renegades in the same way James Dean was. They wear silly
clothes and try to stand out by fighting with each other. Or at least
arguing. And their manager too... they argue with him as well.

DD: Riveting.

MGA: Quiet. But the thing that stings me is that we're coming in as
the underdogs to these posers.

DD: Why's that?

MGA: I don't know. I'll admit that they work damn well in the ring and
have good chemistry. Brothers should. But they aren't anything that
hasn't been seen before. Not anything we haven't faced before. Hell, I
put Tommy Danger flat on his back and all I got was this lousy
partner.

DD: HEY!

MGA: No offense, I'm just thinking of putting that on a t-shirt.

DD: Nice. I'll be sure to have a nice upskirt of your mom on mine.

[MGA switches arms to stretch as they near the gorilla position and
punches Drake in the arm. Drake yelps and starts rubbing his tricep,
hopping up and down]

DD: Ooooh, you bastard. Who dead-arms his partner before a match?

MGA: Now THAT'S renegade. What time is it?

DD: IT'S ALREADY TOMORROW, BITCH!

[Drake bursts through the curtains as "Cold Cash and Colder Hearts" by
Thrice begins to play over the arena's sound system.]

HD: Introducing first ... they weigh in at a combined four hundred and
thirty one pounds ... and hail from Waterloo Iowa and Big Bear Lake
California ... they are the "One Man Dynasty" Drake Dresden and Marc
Gabriel Alraune ... they are ...


!!! TEAM TOMORROW !!!


HD: And their opponents hail from Pittsburgh, PA, and weight in at a
combined 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!]


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

THE RENEGADES v. TEAM TOMORROW
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^


!!! DING * DING * DING !!!


JM: It looks like JD will be starting off for The Renegades while
Alraune will be starting it off for Team Tomorrow. The two men lock up
...

MA: And JD uses his size advantage to quickly shove Alraune into the
corner.

THWAP

THWAP

THWAP

MA: JD with three rapid chops across the chest of Alraune and now JD
is whipping him across the ring.

[Alraune hits the corner with authority but he comes charging out and
as he does so JD ducks and Alraune with a leap frog over him. Alraune
rebounds off of the ropes and catches JD with a hooking clothesline as
he turns around. Alraune doesn't waste a second as he pulls JD to his
feet and locks on a front chancery.]

MA: Alraune powering JD up into the air with a vertical ... no Alraune
just planted JD with a front layout suplex and he quickly rolls him
over ...



... ONE !!!


JM: And only a one count as JD easily kicks out. Alraune though
pulling JD to his feet and he applies a sidelock.

MA: Alraune controlling JD with that headlock as he drags him towards
the corner where he tags in Dresden.

[Alraune lifts the arm of JD and Dresden drives a boot into the ribs
of JD, Devin shakes his head on the apron as Alraune exits the ring
and Dresden snaps JD over with a suplex. Like his partner Dresden
wastes little time as he pulls JD back to his feet and begins to whip
towards the corner, but JD has other ideas as he uses his fifty pound
weight advantage to reverse the whip. Dresden rushes the corner with a
head of steam but he places his boot onto the middle turnbuckle to
stop his momentum. As JD rushes in Dresden pushes off the rope and
catches him in the jaw with a no look back elbow. Devin lowers his
head as JD staggers a step back and Dresden turns around catching him
with a kick to the midsection.]

JM: That kick doubled JD over and Dresden is rushing towards the ropes
...

[The crowd moans as Dresden hits the ropes and Devin drills his knee
into the Iowan's back. Uncle Sid looks at Devin and shakes his head in
disappoint as Devin just shrugs. Dresden staggers forward and JD grabs
his head and plants him in the center of the ring with a DDT.]

MA: Now JD with the cover!



... ONE !!!



... TWO !!!


JM: And this time Dresden with a kickout. Now JD is the first to his
feet and he pulls Dresden up and JD hits a nice snap suplex.

[As JD rolls to his feet, Devin takes the opportunity to quickly
ascend the turnbuckles.]

JM: What is Devin doing on the top rope?

[Devin leaps off, hitting Dresden with a flying leg drop, much to the
aggravation of the referee who grabs him and begins to shove him to
his corner. This time Uncle Sid begins to yell at Devin and once again
he only shrugs his shoulders. JD shakes his head and turns around to
pull Dresden to his feet.]

JM: Inside cradle!



... ONE !!!




... TWO !!!


MA: And only a mere two count as JD once again kicks out.

[JD is back to his feet first and drives his boot into the side of
Dresden's head. The crowd moans from the impact and JD grabs Dresden's
arm and pulls him towards Devin and finally Devin is in the match
legally. The Houlihan brothers send Dresden into the ropes with a
double whip and as Dresden rebounds off of the ropes they flatten him
with a double clothesline.]

MA: Devin grabs Dresden and pulls him to his feet but Dresden is able
to spin around Devin and he applies a waistlock.

[Devin tries to break free of the hold, and gets no where, so he takes
the low road, and back kicks Dresden square in the nuts! The hold is
instantly released, as Dresden buckles.]

JM: Lowblow!

MA: I felt that one.

JM: I can't believe the referee didn't see that one.

MA: That back kick there is really a tough one to catch cause most of
the time the referee is out of position, just like he was there. Now
Devin lays into Dresden with a right, kicks him in the gut ...
Gutwrench Powerbomb!

JM: Devin with the cover!



... ONE !!!




... TWO !!!


JM: And Dresden with another kickout!

[Devin slaps the mat in frustration and pulls Dresden to his feet and
then the corner where he tags in his brother once again. JD is quickly
in the ring as Devin ascends to the top rope.]

JM: JD lifting Dresden into the air with a powerbomb ... and Devin
launches himself from the top rope with a dropkick! They might not be
on the same page mentally but tonight in the ring the Renegades are
clicking on all cylinders.




... ONE !!!




... TWO !!!


MA: Alraune dives in and breaks up the count!

[Alraune grabs the hand of Dresden and pulls him towards the corner
before JD can get back to his feet and Alraune tags himself in.]

MA: Interesting way to tag yourself in but it is effective as Alraune
is now the legal man and he catches JD with an elbow to the head and a
second. JD tries to fire one back but Alraune ducks and reaches up ...
Hangman's neckbreaker!

JM: Alraune with the cover!




... ONE !!!




... TWO !!!


MA: Devin grabs the foot of Alraune and pulls him off his brother.

[Devin exits the ring as both Alraune and JD are getting back to their
feet. The crowd buzzes as a man begins to walk towards the ring with a
box in his hand. Alraune catches JD in the midsection with a knee and
drives a forearm smash into his jaw and a second and a third that
forces JD into the ropes.]

JM: Alraune like a house of fire right now as he drills JD with a
European uppercut against the ropes.

MA: While that's going on Devin has just been giving another gift ...

[JD is whipped across the ring while Devin opens the box and pull out
a spiked glove.]

MA: That glove is a metalhead's dream! It's something you figure the
Berserkers would be wearing ... JD rebounds off of the ropes ...


"___SSSMMMAAACCCKKK___"


JM: Superkick! Alraune just caught JD in the jaw with that kick and JD
is down!

[Uncle Sid reaches up and grabs the glove from Devin tossing it on the
apron and screaming at him to watch what is going on in the ring as
Alraune drops for the cover.]




... ONE !!!



... TWO !!!



... THR -- !!!


MA: Devin JUST made the save!

[Uncle Sid runs his hand over his head as Devin rolls back onto the
apron. Alraune grabs JD and drags him to the corner and tags in
Dresden who quickly ascends to the top rope.]

JM: Missile dropkick and JD is down again. Team Tomorrow is looking
impressive right now as Dresden pulls JD up and he's looking for the
Irish whip but JD grabs the top rope.

[Devin eyes the glove and pulls it up as JD continues to fight the
whip. Dresden fires off a chop and a second one and a third. He pushes
JD back into the ropes again and goes for the whip. Dresden begins to
whip JD but JD reverses it ...]

JM: Dresden nearly run over the ref ...


"___TTTHHHUUUMMMPPP___"


MA: And Dresden was planted with that glove!

[Devin smiles as he drops the glove to the ground. Uncle Sid begins to
scream at him.]

JM: He's staggers back and JD drills him in the gut with the boot ...

JM: Double arm DDT!




... ONE !!!



... TWO !!!


[Alraune rushes into the ring but Devin is right there and catches him
with a right hand.]

... THREE !!!


MA: He got him!


JM: Thanks to an assist from a metal glove!


!!! DING * DING * DING !!!


HD: Ladies and gentlemen your winners ... JD and Devin ...


!!! THE RENEGADES !!!


MA: If Dresden didn't try to run over Duke Martin he may have seen the
glove shot.

[Uncle Sid is in the ring with the twins and tells JD what happened
and the frustration sets in on JD's face.]

JM: There's some obvious issues in the Houlihan camp.

MA: Sometimes the win is better than unity between brothers.

[Uncle Sid and JD begin to walk to the back as Devin grabs his gloves
and places it on his hand and suddenly the video feed is interrupted
abruptly... To a scene of teenage female cheerleaders in their outfits
screaming like they just saw Brad Pitt (or some other Hollywood good-
looking actor).

And then a deep voice starts talking.]

VO: Girls, girls, girls. Who doesn't love them? Sexy girls can drive a
man crazy...

[Scene of a LOT of playmates jumping in elastic beds. You know, that
kind of stuff you only see in dreams?]

VO: But they don't get satisfied easily. They want the best. They want
something to drive them crazy too...

[Some female dancers shaking their bootys while headbanging.]

VO: ...ROCK AND ROLL!

[Now the scene shows two men, their backs turned to the camera, their
arms raised, their hands showing the "Metal Horns" sign...

...And the sound of hundreds and hundreds of screaming women.]

MAN #1: I never get tired of this.

MAN #2: GROUPIES!

[The scene them shows some women running to the men and everybody
falls to the floor.

The scene then cuts to the following words.]

                           SOON ON PVW

[Fade to blackness... Until a voice is heard.]

MAN #2: Praise the guy who invented condoms!

[And more words.]
                   A DUO YOU NEVER SAW BEFORE

[And then the sound of a girl giggling... And the final phrase.]

            PLEASE, BRING YOUR DAUGHTER TO THE SLAUGHTER

[And the feed returns to the normal.]

MA: Apparently our feed here in PVW can be hijacked!

JM: That's the third coming soon promo we have seen over the past
month and still no one can tell me who it's referring to.

MA: That's because you aren't high enough on the food chain, Josh.

JM: Like you know who it is!

MA: Of course I do, Josh. The Anderson family is privileged here in
the PVW. Myself, the greatest announcer in the world and my brother
Marcus the top trainer of the PVW's Desert. You really don't think I
know who they are.

JM: You seemed surprised by the promo.

MA: Not the promo, Josh. The fact that the PVW didn't want me ... I
mean us to announce it.

JM: Sure, sure. Folks we have some pre-recorded comments for The HEAT
in regards to their match up on Heatwave against the Prophets of Rage.

MA: Roll the footage.

[Suddenly we're in the inside of a limo with PACO, Maxime and Arvelle
"Magic" Lafayette. The three are in matching white tracksuits with
Arvelle trying to do a card trick with PACO. PACO points out the
camera and Arvelle quickly straightens himself up.]

Hello Phoenix Valley Wrestling! Today it is time for... THE HEAT!
Clear your schedules and thank your lucky stars because you get to
hear the dulcet tones of the MAGIC one, me, Arvelle Lafayette! With me
is, as always, PACO Magnon and Maxime Jean-Baptiste, whom several
people just don't understand is named Maxime Jean-Baptiste because
Jean-Baptiste is his last name, but you have been told, again!

[An elbow hits Arvelle in the ribs.]

Oof... and who can forget the Lily of the South, the Belle of the Ball
and the Most Beautiful Woman Working in Wrestling toooooooooooo-day!
[The camera moves to show Florine Walker-Davies dressed in a bomber
jacket and flight suit.] Miss Flooooooooooooooooooooorine!

So what are y'all HEAT doing in one of them limos, you ask. Well,
I'mma tell you! [The shot changes to the roof of the white limo where
we see Paco and Maxime are tossing out fliers as they go down the
road.] The HEAT is doing what PVW can't: hype up the tag team
division! Ya see, despite the talent in the tag team division, there
ain't one team that excites the imagination... well none like the
HEAT!

Am I getting through to all y'all thick skulls in TV land? The HEAT
are the undisputed champions of the spotlight! PVW needs the HEAT more
than the HEAT needs PVW! So we're doing our civic duty in telling the
world that you can only get your dose of the HEAT in Phoenix Valley
Wrestling! Have I told you that enough times? Are you listening? You
folks seem to be more deaf than my granpappy who lost both his ears
when the Vietcong played down in Memphis; damn rock n'rollers!

[Florine pops up and whispers something to Arvelle.]

WHAT? Prophets, you say you're the Gateway to PVW! That's hogswaggle!
The HEAT are the team to beat in PVW! The HEAT are the litmus test of
anyone's worth in the ranks! Have I yelled enough to get it through
your skulls that Paco, Maxime, Florine and myself are the qualifying
quartet in this here burg? Rage brothers, y'all seem like nice, if
simple, folk. So we're gonna lay it out real simple: you get your
tushes out of the way or else the HEAT is gonna come down on you hard!
You'll evaporate under the withering HEAT! We're the present and the
future, you two are the prunes that just won't go away! Don't worry,
we won't cripple you or nothing, but you'd best be careful or you two
will break your hips!

[Before Arvelle can continue the limo speeds up as fliers fly every
which way and we fade back into Josh Morgan and Matthew Anderson.]

MA: The magic one and The HEAT, one of the greatest signings the PVW
has ever made!

JM: Are you kidding me? Arvelle is full of hot air.

MA: If he was by my side instead of you I'm telling you Shockwave
would be the highest rated program in the world!

JM: So you're not good enough to carry the program by yourself?

MA: That's not what I said at all. If I was Fred Hoyle then yes that
would be a correct statement. What I'm saying Josh, is you're my Fred
Hoyle and I need to make sure I constantly bring my A-game.

JM: {sighs} Fans, let's see some comments footage from earlier today.

[The screen switches to show the outside of the Long Beach Convention
and Entertainment Center in Long Beach, CA. There are people still
entering the venue to watch PVW's first-ever airing of "Shockwave."
The throngs of fans pass through the area that includes vendors of
every PVW-related piece of merchandise. Oddly enough there is a pile
of garbage right in the middle of the walk way.]

[As the camera pans closer, we see that it isn't garbage, but rather a
three-foot tall pile of multi-colored fabrics....T-shirts
specifically. Next to the pile is a large rack of shirts, all of which
feature PVW superstar "Showstopper" Tyson Cain and a hand-written sign
that says "TRADE IN BAD SHIRTS HERE!" We hear Cain's voice and the
camera quickly swivels to find him talking to a pair of college-aged
students, one wearing a Tom Landis shirt and the other sporting a
Gabriel Whitecross shirt.]

Cain:  Guys seriously, this is a no-brainer. I'm on a mission today
because I have to make up for the salary I lost thanks to the morons
at PVW headquarters suspending me. I'm offering to top-of-the-line
Cain threads for a fraction of the cost those cut-rat shirts cost you.
You can trade up from those shirts you are wearing.  You can't lose!

Dude #1:  Listen, I've been a Whitecross fan since I was a kid. I've
had this shirt for nine years and have worn it to every show I've been
to.

Dude #2: And to be honest, I've always liked Landis and wasn't happy
about the things you have said about him and his family in the past
two weeks.

[Cain rolls his eyes.]

Cain:  Fine.  How about I just GIVE you the shirts for free and you
can just put them on over those rags.

Dude #1:  How are you even making money doing this?

Cain:  I'm not.  I'm trying to make a point.  OK, I'll give you five
bucks each.

[The two college kids look at each other and shrug.]

Dude #2:  We could use the cash...

Dude #1:  And a shirt is a shirt.....

[Cain smiles.]

BOTH Dudes:  Deal!

Cain:  Great to hear!  Wonderful decision!

[The boys strip off the T-shirts and Cain hands them each $5 and
allows them to pick the Cain shirts they desire. One of them grabs the
"Showstopper" T-shirt, while the other chooses the shirt with Cain's
cross emblem on it to clothe themselves with. The boys put the shirts
on and snipe at Cain.]

Dude #1:  You know this doesn't mean I'm rooting for you.

Cain:  I don't care. It will piss everybody off to see you guys
wearing my shirt.

[Cain throws the shirts on the giant multi-colored pile and quickly
darts over to chat with a man and his junior-high-aged son. The son is
wearing a Tom Landis shirt.]

Cain:  Pardon me, but could I interest you in a change of clothing?

[The Father immediately takes a "what the F%$@!" look at Cain before
realizing he was talking to him and not his son.]

Dad:  Excuse me?

Cain:  I'm out here trying to protect youngsters just like your son
from wearing the shirt of inferior performers and known polygamists
like Tom Landis. I will give you five bucks and a Tyson Cain shirt for
that Landis shirt your son has right now.

Kid:  No way!  Tom Landis is the man and you're a loser to be doing
stuff like this!

[The Dad looks at his son as Cain again rolls his eyes at how stupid
some fans are.]

Dad:  I think my son has given you his answer.

Cain:  Then I would say his Father isn't the one in control here.

Dad:  What?!?!

Cain:  You heard me. Are you a man or not? I know if I had a son and
he talked to me like that, he'd have a fat lip because I'm the one in
charge.

Dad:  I don't know who you are, but you have no right to say something
like that to me!

Kid:  It's Tyson Cain Dad. He got suspended after he attacked some
people backstage and he talks bad about people all the time. He must
be trying to earn some extra cash since they didn't put him on  this
show.

[The tone in the kid's voice when he said "trying" hit Cain the wrong
way. Tyson stared at the little kid, obviously wanting to pound him
into a pulp.]

Cain:  Listen pops, it's a sound business decision. You get the amount
you probably spent on that worthless rag of a shirt and a shirt to
replace it. You don't lose anything at all.

Dad:  Well I don't know.

Cain:  Fine, I'll give you ten bucks and the shirt.  Now what do you
say?

[The father and son look at each other and shrug.]

Kid:  I can always use the cash to buy the new Landis shirt anyway.

Cain:  Of course you can, because Landis' shirts are priced at only a
few bucks each so people will take them!

Dad:  Good point son. You have a deal Mr. Cain.

Cain:  Good to hear!

[The camera follows the trio as they saunter over to Cain's rack of
shirts and the kid steps behind it to change into the "Showstopper"
shirt he picked out. Cain hands the Father $10.]

Dad:  So why are you paying people to trade in shirts out here?

[Cain takes the son's shirt and tosses it onto the pile, smiling at
the Dad's question.]

Cain:  Well honestly I'm not. Your son is right that I am trying to
make some cash to cover my suspension shortfall.

Dad:  And paying people to trade T-shirts is going to do that?

Cain:  Maybe not in this case, but the more shirts that are seen in
the arena...the better chance I have of selling them as people leave.
I'm priming the pump, if you will.

Dad:  But you are giving them away....

[Tyson seemingly ignores the remark.]

Cain:  Semantics.

Dad:  So what are you doing with this pile of discards?

Cain:  Making another statement.  I'll call this the "Bonfire of
Mediocrity"

[Cain grabs a couple of squeeze bottles and douses the entire pile
with a liquid, which we presume is some form of flammable.]

Dad:  A what?

[Cain strikes a match and the pile explodes into flames, sending a
large waft of dark smoke into the air.]

Cain:  The "bonfire of mediocrity". It is time for PVW to learn that
everyone else, from Landis on up, is mediocre compared to the
"Showstopper".

[The father and sons curry into the arena as Cain watches his
creation.]

Cain:  Burn baby burn!  Teach them to leave me off the show and
suspend me!

[Cain slinks off the scene as the screen fades to inside the arena
where the camera pans around to show a number of various Showstopper
t-shirts in the crowd.]

JM: That makes no sense at all.

MA: Of course it does, Josh. While I may not like the lack of respect
he's showing I do understand what he's trying to say. He wants the
world to know it's his time here in the PVW.

JM: Yeah but he just cost himself twenty dollars and he's been crying
broke for weeks since the suspension started!

MA: Come on, Josh. Think about it. People are monkeys.

JM: What?!

MA: Monkey see, monkey do. These fans are going to see a bunch of
Tyson Cain t-shirts in the arena and want one of their own. How do you
not get it kid? He spelt it out for you. Let's just get to the next
match.

JM:  Well Anderson ...

MA: Mr. Anderson ....

JM: Told you earlier it will never happen. But our next match is going
to be a great one to say the least.  Two men with two very unique
styles.  One a relative newcomer in Bisignano and another a founding
father of PVW Foley..

MA:  Bisignano is going to take that punk Foley out for good!

JM:  Let's take to down to ringside!

[Spotlights begin to shine on the top of the stage as "For The Love of
Money"
by The Bulletboys begins to play over the PA system.]

"WOOOOOOO!"

[As the guitar part kicks, the fans get antsy over the arrival of one
of the
most hated men in professional wrestling.]

"For the love of money
People would lie to their mother
For the love of money
People would steal from their own brother
For the love of money
People can't even walk the streets
They never know who in the world they're gonna meet
For that mean, mean, mean...
Mean green"

[The backstage curtains part once more and out walks The Biz, wearing
a pair of grey dress pants, a dark button up dress shirt to match and
shiny black shoes. Behind his right ear, we can see the Bluetooth
headset he's always talking into.]

JM:  The Biz tends to be brash and arrogant from time to time but his
talent cannot be denied.  He will have a big test in the form of Caleb
Foley!

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

MA:  You show them Biz.

JM:  Biz appears to be all business tonight. Foley certainly has to
watch himself with JDM Superstar at ringside as well.

[Once he reaches the ringside area, 'The Biz' climbs the steps and
enters the ring, the fans booing out on all sides around him as the
music fades out. He proceeds to unbutton his dress shirt and remove
his pants to reveal his fight attire -- a pair of black fighter
shorts, black kickpads and black boots.]

HD: Standing in the ring at this time. He hails from New York, New
York and weighs in tonight at two hundred pounds ... this is ...

!!! MIKE "THE BIZ" BISIGNANO !!!

[MASSIVE HEEL HEAT!!]

JM:  And here comes Foley!

["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!


[A hooded man stands at the entrance just bouncing to the beat of the
music. His head is down so his face is completely covered. The man
lifts up his head to reveal that it is none other Caleb Foley and the
crowd has absolutely exploded now with cheers. Caleb pulls the hood
off his head and reveals a new hairstyle his reddish hair completely
slicked back and a full red beard with a black goatee. Caleb begins to
walk down the entrance when he stops, he bends down and pounds his
knuckles to the ground and his points up to the sky as a huge pyro
display goes off!!]

[CROWD POPS!!!]

[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.]


HD: And his opponent hails from Dublin Ireland and weighs in tonight
at two hundred and twenty five pounds ... this is ...

!!! THE CELTIC CRIPPLER CALEB FOLEY !!!

[FACE POP!!!]

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

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


[Before the timekeeper rings the bell  with Foley's back turned
Bisignano goes for the attack. He lunges forward  but Foley sees him
ahead of time ducking as he gives him a stiff chop to the chest as we
hear the bell sound!]


!!! DING * DING * DING !!!


JM:  Biz just tried to get the upperhand before this match even
started but Foley was too smart for his games!

MA: What games Morgan?  He is out to win this thing and he will win by
any means necessary.

JM:  You play by the rules Anderson.

MA: Yeah yeah and rules were meant to be broken too!

[Both men start fighting it out Bisignano with the headlock. Foley
pushes back sending Bisignano into the ropes.  In quick speed
Bisignano takes Foley down with a spinning leg lariat to the face.
JDM Superstar cheers him on as Bisignano continues the attack.  He
connects with a springboard legdrop and goes for the cover.]

ONE...

KICKOUT!

JM:  You are going to have to do more than that to take Caleb down
like that!

MA:  Come on Morgan he was trying to simply wear the man down energy
wise early on to give him self an advantage.

[Bisignano picks up Foley and he sets up a monkey flip.  Foley lands
on his feet and surprises Bisignano with a running neck breaker.  He
traps the Biz with a front facelock and begins drilling knee after
knee into the face of Bisignano.]

JM:  Look at those knee strikes into the face of The Biz.  Foley has a
new strong style attack it seems.

MA:  An illegal attack.  Get him off of Bisignano!

JM:  it is perfectly legal Anderson.

[He picks up Bisignano and sends him writhing in agony with a back
breaker.  Not wasting any time he goes for the cover.]

ONE...

TWO...

SHOULDER UP!

[Foley picks up Bisignano and goes for a hurancanrana but the biz
holds on tight and drops Foley throat first on the top rope with a
hotshot!  To add insult to injury Bisignano locks on a bow and arrow.
Foley is fighting off the pain. He cannot reach the ropes so in a last
ditch effort head butts Bisignano in the face with the back of his
head!]

JM:  OH that is one way to break the hold!

MA:  JDM Superstar is furious.  Help him out!

[Bisignano is staggering as Foley runs the opposite ropes and drills
him with a running knee left. He drops down for the cover.]

ONE...

TWO...

KICKOUT!

MA:  What a kickout.  The true heart of a fighter!

JM:  You maybe right but Foley isn't letting go!

[Foley locks on the sleeper with the legs wrapped around.  Bisignano
is fighting to get out of the hold. Bisignano is able to roll on his
back and lift up causing Foley's shoulders to go on the mat.]

ONE...

TWO...

[Foley rolls through locking on the Celtic clutch!  The crowd goes
wild as Bisignano is trying to power his way out of it. After the
first attempt failing he is able to lift him onto his back and slam
him back first into the turnbuckle!]

JM:  What a display we just saw there!  Both men are very aware of
where they are at all times.  The Biz was able to just power up enough
to drive him into that turnbuckle.

MA:  And JDM Superstar is loving it!  Look at JDM Superstar talking
trash to Foley!  Don't give him a chance to get up Bisignano!

[With getting a burst of speed he runs at Foley hitting a running knee
strike to the face. Bisignano picks up Foley and hits a dragon suplex
with a bridge.]

ONE...

TWO...


KICKOUT!

MA:  COME ON THAT WAS A THREE COUNT!

JM:  The referee is raising two fingers and Bisignano is not happy!

[Bisignano argues with the referee saying it was three. He gets his
attention back to Foley.  He goes for a STO but Foley fights back with
a series of stiff elbows to the face.  Foley drops Biz with a dropkick
to the knee.  he follows up with a savate kick to the face.  He goes
for the cover.]

ONE...

TWO...

SHOULDER UP!

JM:  Neither man is allowing the other any advantage here.  It has
been a back and forth battle.

[Caleb has The Biz in the corner and delivers a hard knife edge chop
across his chest.]

JM: Caleb looks like he is about to snap again!

MA: Caleb will never truly embrace the moniker of The Celtic Crippler.
He is to weak and pathetic to do so.

[Foley with another knife chop across his chest. The Biz goes to cover
his chest but Caleb moves his hands out of the way and hits another
one for good measure.  He whips Bisignano hard into the opposite
turnbuckle. He runs at him with a rage hitting a spear ... Then stops
and leaps into his standing moonsault to finish his, Irish blessing.!]

MA:  Are you serious?  He was being brutally attacked in the corner.
Where do they find these referees?!

JM:  Foley is really showing a more vicious side ever since the
breakup of his alliance and his attack on Gionet  The Biz is really
feeling the affects of this change of pace for Foley here fans!

[The Biz is out on the mat motionless as Foley goes to bounce off the
ropes but JDM Superstar gets involved and trips Caleb. Foley slaps the
mat in anger and gets up. JDM Superstar on the outside of the ring is
celebrating what just occurred and doesn't notice that Foley is
running toward him and dives through the ropes and hits a suicide dive
onto him. Caleb gets up and let's out a loud scream and then begins to
put the boots to JDM Superstar.]

JM: I guess Foley was sick of JDM sticking his nose into the match.

MA:  Get security out here Foley is clearly out of line!

JM:  Out of line?!  JDM Superstar just got involved in the match again
he had what was coming to him.

[Caleb picks up JDM and Irish whips him into the ring steps. Caleb tho
not allowing The Biz manager to take a breathier picks him up and
throws him into the padded ring barrier outside the ring.]

JM: Foley holding nothing back tonight.

MA: Caleb will pay for what he just did to JDM Superstar. He deserves
a very heavy fine and possible even a suspension.

[Foley slides back into the ring and is hit with a jumping sidekick to
the face.  Biz springs off the top rope with a springboard moonsault
and goes for the cover.]

ONE...

TWO..

KICKOUT!

MA: NO!  How can he keep kicking out?!

JM: Because he never quits!

[Bisignano in frustration locks on the anaconda voice on Foley. Foley
is struggling to fight it off.  With the fans chanting his name he
kicks Bisignano in the back of the head and causes him to break the
hold.  Foley picks up Bisignano and goes for a hooking clothesline but
biz counters with a double underhook and nails the Go To Hell!  biz
with the cover.]

MA: GO TO HELL!  That is one of his signature moves. Foley is done
here!

ONE...



TWO...



THREE!!!

MA:  YES! I told you!

JM:  No hold that thought Anderson!

[The referee catches JDM Superstar who was beginning to stir hold down
Foley's leg causing him to be unable to make the kickout and waives
the three count away as the crowd goes ballistic with cheers.
The biz and JDM superstar are furious beyond belief.]

JM:  JDM Superstar went one too many times to the well and it cost
him!  The referee was not fooled and saw that he held Foley's leg so
he could not kick up.  The match is still on!

MA:  Take him out Biz!

[The Biz picks up Foley and drives him back down to the mat with a
vicious DDT. The Biz grabs Caleb by his hair and throws him throat
first across the bottom rope. The Biz arrogantly steps on the back of
Foley and pulls on the top rope.]

MA: This is AWESOME!!! The Biz is choking the life out of Foley!!
Quick someone give me their cell phone!!!

ONE


TWO


THREE


FOUR

MA:  THE BIZ JUMPS OFF THE BACK OFF FOLEY BUT DRIVES A KNEE INTO THE
RIB CAGE AREA FOR GOOD MEASURE.

JM: Finally the referee has restored order in this match.

[On the outside, JDM Superstar walks up to Caleb and starts talking
trash to him yet again. The Biz has the referee distracted as JDM then
slaps Foley right across the face and starts laughing in his face. The
Biz walks back over to The Celtic Crippler. JDM Superstar has jumped
up on the ring apron and is yelling at the ref. Foley is making his
way back up to his feet by using the ring ropes.]

JM: Caleb better be careful JDM is right above him.

MA: JDM is just doing his job complaining that 5 count was fast.

[Caleb is back up on his feet but has his back turned to The Biz. The
Biz goes for a Savate Kick but Caleb ducks the kick. The Biz instead
connects with JDM Superstar's jaw who flies off the ring apron and
hits the guardrail face first. The Biz is in shock at what just
happened.]

JM: CALEB FOLEY JUST OUTSMARTED THE BIZ!!!

MA: HE GOT LUCKY!!!

[The referee sticks his head outside of the ring and asks JDM if he is
okay. The Biz looks down at his opponent and goes to pick up Foley but
Caleb raises his arm up and...]

JM: LOW BLOW!!!  THE BIZ IS SEEING STARS!!!

MA THAT WAS A BLATANT LOW BLOW BY FOLEY RING THE BELL REF!!!

[In a flash Foley quickly surprises him with a small package!]

ONE...

TWO...

THREE!!!


!!! DING * DING * DING !!!


MA: THIS IS NOT RIGHT!  THIS IS A TRAVESTY OF JUSTICE!

HD:  Here is your winner ...


!!! THE CELTIC CRIPPLER CALEB FOLEY !!!

JM:  Deal with it Anderson.  He got exactly what was coming to him!

MA: JDM is screaming at the top of his lungs that this won't stand!
You are preaching to the choir sir!

JM:  I don't know about that.  The Biz has rolled out of the ring and
Foley surprised JDM Superstar with some stiff forearms to the face.
He sends JDM up and over the top with a clothesline!

MA:  Both Biz and JDM are fuming on the outside as they make their way
to the ramp.  They will not tolerate this!

JM:  I am sure they won't.  As they walk up the ramp Foley watches
them from inside as his hand is raised in victory.  What a hard fought
battle between those two!

MA: I guess Caleb Foley _WASN'T_ sorry after all.

JM: What do you mean?

MA: Did those actions look to be of those of a man who is sorry?  I
guess we found out just what kind of man the Celtic Crippler really is
after all, Josh.

JM: Caleb Foley has been a staple of the PVW since it's birth.  And
while I may disagree with the way he won the match.  It was nice to
see the Biz get a taste of his own medicine.

MA: You would say that.

JM: Again deal with it, Anderson!

MA: You know Josh, listening to you call me Anderson in that last
match ... well I would start calling me Mr. Anderson if you know
what's good for you.

JM: Are you threatening me?

MA: What? Josh, my boy never. Just saying that's all.

JM: Well folks it's time for us to hear comments from The PVW's newest
signing Tetsuo Kimura!

MA: I've been watch tape of this man for a few weeks now and I have
say this is a great pick up for the PVW.

JM: I have to agree And ... Matth .... with you there. Let's go to the
back!

[Cut to the back where Tetsuo Kimura stands in an office room, dressed
in a black suit jacket, black slacks and a pinstriped long sleeve navy
shirt.  His hair is short, buzzed in fact, and his eyes are wide for a
Japanese man, with sags underneath them.  The back side of his hands
and the front and back of his neck are filled with the ends of tattoos
that the rest of are hidden underneath his clothing.  He has a stern
look on his face, he always has a stern look on his face... he means
business.]

TK:  I left my homeland... I left my friends, family, business
associates all behind for many reasons, but the main one being...

I had outgrown my island.  In some ways I am proud of my people, but
in others...

[His voice is low, very low, almost booming, and his English is very
strong with his Japanese accent not overpowering.  He shakes his
head.]

TK:  ... not so much.  You see, Americans, Japan has become a country
befuddled in mindless entertainment, much like it is here.  It has
been so my entire life, but I have always believed deep in my soul
that I was meant for a different age... an age where man lived and
died by the sword, where culture was not defined by television but by
warfare.  There is honor in such a way of living that has been
stripped by the coddled world of now... it makes my stomach turn.

I became a professional wrestler because of this.  This is the last
battlefield.  The wars today, the battlefields... there is no honor in
this. You step on a mine, you die... a gunman shoots you from five
hundred yards away, you die... an atomic bomb is dropped on your
city... death.

But in professional wrestling, you can still fight with your hands,
your feet, your fighting spirit.  It is the last domain for a warrior
like myself, but even in this great expression... we have grown
softer.

[He sneers, and his eyes reveal his disgust as well.]

TK:  And now I am an outcast in my country because of this.  Let it be
known that I do not show mercy for the weak lest they be women or
children.  But grown men whom dare challenge me, but are not capable
of providing a sufficient challenge... they are an insult, an affront
to my essence, a stain that must be washed away with a wave of
brutality.  I take men like this and I castrate them.  I humble them
with my feet, and my fists, and my fury.

And because of this, because of my philosophy, I have been banished.
Both my enemies and former friends rejoice in my exile, but they do so
ignorance, for they have lost one of the last true warriors in Japan.
But I will not change my ways... I will never change my ways... even
if I become the last of my kind, a dinosaur on the brink of
extinction.

And that is why I have come to America, to continue my path.  And if I
become banished here, then I will go to another country... and if they
banish me as well, then I will go somewhere else... and so on and so
on until the day I die.

But for now, I am here, in Phoenix Valley Wrestling.  They say this is
where the best compete, and I certainly hope this is the case.  I wish
to fight against those that have honed their skills in combat to a
level to provide me a challenge.  But if they bring me men that
compete like young boys... I will be completely and utterly ruthless.

And so it is next week that I will make my debut here in the Phoenix
Valley, on this very show you are watching right now.  I will train
until then, and I will train my mind as well, study my potential
opponents, and then focus in on the one they put in the ring with me.
I am the Osaka Demon but I do not take any chances or fall prey to
overconfidence.  I will come into the fight prepared in all ways, to
achieve triumph in the struggle, and finish my opponent in decisive
fashion.

It is always that the dance of battle is played to the same impatient
rhythm. What begins as a violent surge of motion is always reduced to
the perfectly still.

And so it will be this way next week... and the gods willing I will
have my hand raised after the stillness.

I have spent my entire life preparing my mind and body for combat, for
war... and now I get my chance on the biggest of platforms to showcase
all that I have learned.  In the end I will be the best prepared, the
most focused, the most ready for this stage of combat...

[Kimura clenches his fist slowly, the veins on his fist bulging
through the tattoos.]

TK:  Know thy self, know thy enemy.  A thousand battles, a thousand
victories.

[The intensity of his eyes shine until the shot fades away.]

MA: That's exactly what the PVW needs! A man who understands what this
business is truly about. It's not the pandering to the fans like the
masked monkey and Caleb Foley do ...

JM: Masked monkey?

MA: Yeah the second generation clown that hangs out with the masked
goofball.

JM: Do you mean Senor Cloak Dos?

MA: Yeah that's him. The masked clown that's going to his head ripped
off by a true legend William Craven here in a few minutes.

JM: You don't know the names of the roster yet?

MA: Of course I do. There's just some I don't really care about that's
all.

JM: The fans love Senor Cloak Dos. There's Dos-Mania signs all over
the arena tonight.

MA: Fans don't win you matches, Josh. Masked knucklehead needs to take
a lesson for Kimura and become serious about this profession.

JM: He is serious about it! He loves this business. In fact let's go
to the back and get some last minute comments for Senor Cloak Dos
himself ... and you'll see how much he loves this business.

[We cut to backstage where we see Senor Cloak Dos, leaning against a
locker and shaking his head.]

SCD: I was very frightened for Senor Cole. He seemed so lost in this
mania...

[The luchadore rubs his hands over his masked face and shakes his head
again.]

SCD: I am so nervous now, Senor AsH! What can I do to calm down?

[The camera pans to the side and we see the Cruiserweight icon, AsH.
AsH cocks  his jaw to one side, smirking that charismatic little
smirk, and looks down at his hand which holds an extra large can of
RedBull. He looks back at Dos and the smile widens]

AsH: I'm not gonna lie to you, Dos. It's gonna be a helluva fight.
You're gonna need every advantage possible. Gonna need to be focused.
Gonna need to be READY. Gonna need to be SERIOUS. But one thing you're
NOT going to need to be, is CALM.

[AsH grabs Dos by the shoulder and leans in, showing him the can of
Redbull. Dos looks at it!]

AsH: This here elixir... does absolute wonders. I'm in my early
thirties, but I bounce around like I did when I was eighteen. I can
hear better, see better, recover faster, and definitely fly off those
ropes like a damn Spider Monkey... that's trademarked by the way,
don't use it.

SCD: I---

AsH: And furthermore, I'm pretty sure it helps your heart.

SCD: Por Que?

AsH: I haven't felt a single heartbeat in months, man.

SCD: QUE?! Senor AsH, how is that possible. Would you not be dead? Un
Zombie?

AsH: No, man. Not a zombie. My heart doesn't take any sort of silly
break in between beats. More like a hum. Like a car. You want to know
what my blood pressure is? [Not even waiting for SCD to respond] So do
I. I've exploded 3 straight cuffs so they just write down N/A. THAT'S
the kind of health you can get from a beat down old veteran like me.
...but you. You're FRESH and new and I bet your heart already goes
pretty fast as it is... what you NEED, is REDBULL!

[AsH offers the can to SCD as if passing over the Holy Grail.]

SCD: Redbull?! Is.. Is it the blood of a bull?!

AsH: Yeah.. Something like that.

SCD: And you drink bull's blood to get this power you speak of?

AsH: Amigo.. Just trust me! Drink this and.. Craven will be three
inches tall and you will be two HUNDRED feet tall!

[The masked man looks at the can, we can't make out what expressions
he is making because we can not see his face or his eyes. After a few
moments the luchadore nods his head.]

SCD: You are mi amigo, Senor AsH! My very best amigo! I trust you!

[The cruiserweight icon nods his head.]

AsH: Drink up, bud!

[The luchadore nods his head, opens the can of Redbull and turns his
back to the camera and lifts up the bottom portion of his mask and
begins to chug the energy drink as the cameras fade to Josh Morgan and
Matthew Anderson again.]

MA: Yep he really loves this business. Look at AsH and himself
promoting Redbull. Great passion there ... I do have a serious
question for you though Josh.

JM: What's that?

MA: Does AsH really spell his name capital a lowercase s capital h?

JM: Yes.

MA: Why?

JM: I don't really know ...

MA: Maybe he should make promoting Redbull a full time job. Fan's
let's go to back where we will hear from William Craven!

[Cut to the back where the green-skinned behemoth known as William
Craven sits cross-legged against the concrete wall of the Convention
Center.  Slumped forward, he rubs his craggy forehead and flicks the
tips of his twin tongues between his sharpened teeth.]

WC: You do realize that it wasn't me, yes?

[For fans of PVW a non-sequitur from Craven is like your next breath;
expected.  Still, he grimaces strangely.]

WC: And it's not that I'm sorry, oh no, for, after all, my own mask
was ripped from me.  I was exposed myself by a man who had once been a
friend to me.  A friend who had to prove that it was me under that gas
mask!  To prove that William Craven once more wore the mask of Major
Damage!

I lost my face, the one that didn't make people ill, didn't make them
shudder.  Why shouldn't I take the face of Mister Cloak the Second,
hrm?  Why not?

[Laughing nervously, Craven rubs his face and emotes maybe, just maybe
an ounce of empathy and regret.]

WC: But it wasn't me!  It was the violence.  My new friend, perhaps
even ... protege?  Christopher Black hates you, Cloak.  He hates you
perhaps less than I hate Rob Cole but enough to where I had to do
something.  He wishes to be a disciple of the violence as I am.  He
wishes to become a portal into the world for the primal force that
drives all men to destruction.  Who am I to say no?  Who am I to tell
him that his path must be one of peace?  Who are you?  You are not a
man of peace...

No!  You do battle in an arena where the rules are as pliant as the
imperfect clay from which we are all forged.  You must realize that
every day you step between those ropes there is a chance that your
mask may be pulled away by someone who can no longer stand the
suspense!  Major Damage was taken from me!  The Masked Outlaw was
taken from the hated Rob Cole.  The Masked Maniac we all now know is
not the man who created the persona.  The Masked Maniac was taken from
Jack Keening just as you took "Senor Cloak" from the original...  How
long until your mask your ... _face_ is torn from you?

[Rubbing his disfigured green face with both hands, Craven shudders
with laughter muffled by his palms and stares out at the camera, his
ice-blue eyes peeking at the lens through clutching fingers.  He
shrieks through that grip for a moment before grabbing at his scalp
and freeing his voice.]

WC: I can't stand it!  The more I talk the stronger it becomes!
People want to know who is under your mask Cloak!  Christopher Black
wants to know.  The fans want to know.  I WANT TO KNOW WHO YOU ARE,
CLOAK!

[Shuffling to his feet, Bill falls back into the wall than lurches
forward, avarice in his eyes.]

WC: Are you the son of some legend of Lucha Libre?  Are you an
unknown?  Where did you cut your teeth?  Did you ever ply your trade
in Japan!?  WHO is Senor Cloak Dos!?  This is no more a match that you
should have accepted than it is a match that I care to win!  Cloak,
tonight I do unto you what has been done to me, I take your face, I
take your identity!  When all is said and done you may hate me all you
like but I will know the real Cloak!  It gets worse.  It gets worse!
IIIT GEEETS WOOORRRSSSEEE!!!

[Cut back to the arena as "Solamente Una Vez" begins to play over the
arena's sound system and the young fans leap to their feet! To the
surprise of everyone the masked fan favorite who the music introduces
does not come walking out from behind the curtains. Senor Cloak Dos
comes RUNNING out from behind the curtains and SPRINTS towards the
ring with incredible speed! He rolls onto the ring apron but then
rolls back out to the floor as if forgetting something and he goes
racing up the entrance way slapping kids hands with high fives in
super speed fashion!]

HD: Introducing first he hails from Parts Unknown ... and weighs in
tonight at one hundred and ninety five pounds. This is ...


!!! SENOR CLOAK DOS !!!


[After racing up one way giving high fives Cloak goes down the ramp
the other way giving out speedy high fives to the young fans and then
he slides into the ring and hops up a corner and strikes a super hero
pose.. for about two seconds. Then he hops down, sprints to another
corner, hops up and strikes the pose again. And again for just a
second as he hops down sprints to another corner and again does the
same. He does this till he has done it on all four corners.]

JM: I've never seen Senor Cloak Dos this ... this hyper.

MA: He's a masked man, how can you even be sure it's the same man
under the mask, Josh?

JM: He does a similar entrance for each of his matches, but never with
such speed.

MA: We need a tighter drug testing policy in the PVW!

JM: He isn't on drugs it appears that the Redbull has given him wings.

[The luchadore hops down and takes off his cloaked cape and bounces up
and down with a hyperness we have never seen from the young star
before.]

MA: He can jump around in that ring as much as he wants but I don't
see it being of much help.

[The name "Craven" forms on PVW's big screen out of a reverberating
red line usually associated with sound mixers as "Forsaken" by David
Draiman plays']

HD: And his opponent hails from Detroit, Michigan ... and weighs in
tonight at three hundred and twenty pounds. This is ....


!!! WILLIAM CRAVEN !!!


[The green man beast comes to the ring wearing black vinyl slacks, red
gauze on his hands and feet, and a black ring robe.  Brandishing his
bo'ken, he poses for the crowd before turning, ready for his match.]

JM: Craven is glaring at Cloak Dos.

MA: And if I know a man like William Craven he's picturing that masked
freak as Rob Cole ... and that can only spell a world of hurt for the
midget.

JM: Senor Cloak Dos is five feet ten inches he isn't a midget.

MA: You sure he's that tall? He looks like a munchkin next to William.

[Craven continues to stare at Cloak Dos as he continues to hop up and
down in the center of the ring.]


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

WILLIAM CRAVEN v SENOR CLOAK DOS
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^



!!! DING * DING * DING !!!


JM: There's the bell and this match is underway.

MA: I love how you are the master of the obvious, Josh. Craven looking
to lock up with the masked man but the masked man ducks under the
attempt.

JM: His name is Senor Cloak Dos.

MA: I know his name, Josh. Masked man is just easier to say than Senor
Cloak Dos and I know we might be in California but I would prefer to
still cater to the core English speaking portion of the PVW fans.

[Dos leaps up and catches Craven with a dropkick but the big man
barely feels it. Dos though is quick to his feet and executes another
dropkick that connects with Craven but again the green beast doesn't
seem to feel any impact at all from it.]

JM: Craven appears to be getting upset with the constant barrage of
dropkicks as Dos kips up once again and leaps ...

MA: And William just swats the legs of Dos sending him to the mat.

JM: But Dos is right up and charges Craven ...

MA: He's like a Mexican jumping bean ...

JM: Craven levels Dos with a nasty looking clothesline.

[Cloak Dos writhes in pain on the mat in pain, the speed at which he
writhes seems to be a whole lot faster than normal. Craven grabs Dos
by the mask and drags him to his feet but Dos catches him with an
uppercut to the jaw. Craven releases his grasp on the mask and glares
at the luchador.]

MA: The masked man ...

JM: Seriously? Cloak Dos!

MA: Again Josh, I don't care what his name is. Tonight he is the
masked man and Craven does not look happy at all as he rubs his chin.

[Craven quickly grabs the arm of Dos and whips Senor Cloak Dos into
the ropes. As Dos rebounds off of the ropes Craven goes for a
clothesline but Dos ducks under the arm of Craven and hooks onto it.
Cloak begins a hyper Redbull fueled debacle of an insane amount of
flippy go arounds on William Craven's body.]

JM: And Dos is rotating around and around the body of William Craven!

MA: William is trying to grab him but he just can't seem to grab the
hyper freak!

JM: He's not a freak!

MA: Really? Outside of a freaky insect what in the world can do what
he is doing right now?

[Dos continues to spin around the body of Craven, but finally after
what could be the thirtieth rotation Senor Cloak Dos spins himself off
of Craven's body landing on his butt on the canvas and he starts
spinning around in a circle.]

MA: Now he looks like Curly!

[William Craven has had enough and just boots Dos in the head putting
an end to the spinning. Dos rolls back to his feet and rushes to the
far side ropes and charges at Craven who raises his boot, but the
smaller man ducks underneath the boot and rebounds off of the second
set of ropes and leaps at Craven ...]

JM: Crossbody!

MA: But William Craven just catches the little man and in a fluid
motion tosses him over with a release over head suplex!

JM: Dos grabs his back in pain.

MA: And once again he looks like a fish on speed flopping around!

[William smirks as Dos rolls around on the mat grabbing his back and
once again Craven reaches down and pulls Dos up to his feet. Craven
drives his knee into the midsection of Dos dropping him back to his
knees. A sick sadistic grin crosses Craven's face as he just begins to
unload right hand after right hand into the masked forehead of Dos.
The camera picks up a quick shot of a young girl turning her head as
Craven just thrusts his thumbs into the mesh eyeholes of the mask and
racks at the eyes.]

MA: Redbull may make him a step faster but it hasn't done anything to
prevent him from being a punching bag here tonight. Dos now covering
his eyes and Craven just unloades with a straight boot to the head!

JM: Dos slumps to the mat in heap and Craven isn't finished as he just
stomps on the side of Dos's head!

[A few children in the crowd let a scream but it just seems to please
Craven who once again smirks and just stands with his foot on the head
of Dos for a moment.

MA: Always nice to see a man take pride in his work.

JM: {sighs} Craven pulling Dos back up but Dos drives his head into
the midsection of Craven.

[The crowd begins to buzz as Dos is back to his feet and fires off a
rapid series of kicks to the legs of Craven and finishes it off with a
dropkick that staggers Craven back a step. Dos with a quick kip up and
he grabs the arm of Craven, using it to whip the green beast into the
corner.]

JM: Dos charging in and he leaps!

[Dos lands with his feet on the chest of Craven and grabs him by the
back of the head.]

MA: The masked midget looking for a monkey flip but Craven just shoves
him off back to the mat.

JM: And Dos is back up and leaps again ..

MA: And again he's flat on his back. Craven is too much of a beast to
be taken over by a simple monkey flip.

[Dos once again kips up and leaps but this time Craven side steps the
youngster and the crowd gasps as Dos ends up with his legs tangled in
top rope.]

JM: Craven grabs Dos by the back of his neck and ...

MA: The midget is in the tree of woe!

JM: Dos is wide open and Craven is taking full advantage as he just
drives the point of his boot into the gut of Dos!

MA: This is the sign of a veteran, Josh. Instead of trying to be all
fancy and nail the masked wonder with a dropkick or some fancy charge
he just takes him apart with the boots.

[Referee Mark Barnett grabs the behemoth of a man by the shoulders,
trying to pull Craven off of Dos but Craven shoves Barnett back.]

MA: Craven better be careful. Barnett isn't the type to take a shove
lightly.

[As if in response Barnett once again grabs Craven by shoulders and
this time pulls at the collar of his shirt and warns Craven he will
disqualify him. That brings a smile to Craven's face and he audibly
chuckles.]

JM: He's laughing at Barnett!

MA: Captain obvious. Of course he is. When you're William Craven
disqualification means nothing. Should of said he was going to fine
him.

[Craven charges forward and drives his knee into Dos, as Craven backs
away  Dos slumps to the mat. Dos begins to push himself up to his feet
as Craven grabs him violently by the head with both hands and tosses
him back first into the corner. The green skinned freak fires off a
right hand and a second right hand that rocks Dos.]

JM: Senor Cloak Dos looking like a pinball right now as Craven keeps
laying in those right hands!

[Dos slumps to the mat once again from the impact of a sixth right
hand but Craven doesn't let him stay there for long as he pulls him up
and swings ...]

JM: Dos just ducked and he's behind Craven now and catches him with a
dropkick to the back of the knee. And finally Craven is down!

[Craven drops to his knees and Dos grabs him by the head and slams it
into the second turnbuckle five straight times.]

MA: The masked jumping bean seems to be getting his second wind ...

JM: It's the Redbull Wings!

MA: Good lord the Willingham's better be getting a huge cut for all
this product endorsement.

[Craven begins stand to his feet once again but Dos grabs him in a
side lock and rushes forward three steps and drives Craven face first
into the mat with a bulldog. The masked Dos rolls Craven over and
hooks the leg.]


... ONE !!!



... TWO !!!



MA: Craven with a powerful kickout.

JM: But Dos is back to his feet and charges the far side ropes as
Craven stands up ...

[Dos rebounds off of the ropes and catches Craven in the jaw with a
flying forearm. The crowd is alive now as Craven staggers back and Dos
grabs his head ...]

JM: Jawbreaker! Craven is reeling as he grabs the second rope.

MA: And turbo mask keeps up the speed as he once again rushes to the
far side ropes ...

[Dos rebounds off of the far side ropes and as he approaches Crave,
jumps through the second and top rope while holding on to the ropes,
and uses the momentum to swing back around into the ring. The crowd
gasps as at the last second Craven moves and slides out of the ring to
the floor.]

MA: Great heads up move by William there. He waited till the last
possible moment to move so that the young masked freak thought he had
a chance to catch him the jaw.

JM: Might be a head's up move but look at him just berating that young
Cloak Dos fan.

MA: He is just trying to teach the child about good taste.

[Dos though doesn't waste a moment as soon as his feet touch the mat
he's heading across the ring and rebounding off of the ropes. Craven
turns around as Cloak Dos leaps and dives through the middle and top
rope.]

JM: PLANCHA!


"___CCCLLLAAANNNGGG___"



MA: It looks like a train wreck out there!

[Craven is slumped against the guardrail and Dos looks nearly folded
in half as he lays across the body of Craven.]

JM: Both men are down but Cloak Dos is pushing himself up and the
crowd is loving it!

[The crowd cheers wildly as Dos stands to his feet and thrusts his
right arm into the air. He staggers and grabs the railing for support
as a few fans slap him on the shoulders.]

MA: He might be up first but he looks a bit worse for wear.

[Dos leaps onto the ring apron as Craven slowly gets back to his feet.
Dos looks over his shoulder and grabs the top rope, he springboards to
the middle rope and leaps backwards ...]

JM: ASAI MOON...

MA: And Hell on Earth just catches him in midflight!

[The cheers from the crowd become gasps as Craven rushes forward
driving Cloak Dos back first into the ring apron! As the children
scream Craven rolls Dos into the ring and follows him in and drives
the boot into the back of Dos' head.]

MA: William Craven is back in charge as he pulls the Mexican wonder up
to his feet ...

JM: And he's tying his arms into the ropes!

[Barnett is screaming at Craven to let Dos go and Craven screams no as
a response.]


THUMP

THUMP

THUMP


JM: Three straight right hands into the defenseless Cloak Dos' head!
Come on Barnett do something.

[Craven smirks once again and follows up with another series of right
hands.]


THUMP

THUMP

THUMP


JM: What's Craven doing now?

[William Craven grabs the defenseless Cloak Dos by the back of the
mask and suddenly Dos screams NO!]

MA: He's going for the mask! We'll finally see who or what is under
the mask!

[Craven begins to untie the laces of the mask as the crowd screams no
and stop. The screams suddenly stop and become a loud chorus of cheers
as Rob Cole begins to make his way do to the ringside area]

JM: ROB COLE! Here comes Rob Cole!

MA: What is he doing out here? Well at least he doesn't have the
machete. But still what is he doing out here?

[Cole points at Craven, who releases the mask and just glares at the
man known as the monster under the bed. Cole continues to walk towards
the ring his gaze never leaving the eyes of William Craven, who has
now stepped onto the ring apron.]

MA: Don't do it William! Don't get sucked into his game!

JM: Craven still hasn't left the apron but you can see the hatred in
both men's eyes. It's only a matter of time before this breaks down!

[The crowd senses it as well as the cheer and scream wildly hoping to
see the two legends in PVW erupt. As the staredown continues Barnett
quickly pries Cloak Dos from the ropes. Rob Cole slowly smirks and
takes a step backwards and Craven begins to beckon Cole towards the
ring but Cole continues to slowly back up.]

JM: Rob Cole just saved the mask of Cloak Dos and Craven is entering
the ring again ...

MA: And the masked freak grabs Craven with an inside cradle!


... ONE !!!


... TWO !!!



... THREE !!!


[Barnett's hand slaps the mat a mere moment before Craven kicks out
with power.]

MA: WHAT JUST HAPPENED!?!

JM: I think Senor Cloak Dos just got him!

MA: No way!


!!! DING * DING * DING !!!


JM: HE GOT HIM!

[Matthew Anderson is obviously stunned silent as Cloak Dos quickly
rolls from the ring, his body language clearly showing complete shock
to his victory. Cole claps and smirks as he glares at Craven who is
back to his feet and quickly exits the ring.]

JM: Craven's got a chair ...

MA: And he's going after Cloak Dos.

JM: There aren't enough Redbulls to save Senor Cloak Dos when Craven
picks up a chair.  I only have one word for this situation ...

MA: What's that, Josh?

JM: RUN!

[As Craven rushes forward with the chair Cole rushes forward and
catches Craven with an elbow. The chair falls to the floor and the
crowd erupts as Cole drives a right hand into the head of Craven.
Before the crowd can enjoy anymore though Christopher Black rushes
from the back and levels Senor Cloak Dos with the Television
Championship belt.]

"___TWAAAAP___"

[HEEL JEERS!]

JM: We got a brawl on the outside! Black laid Dos out and now he grabs
Cole from behind and Craven tattoos him with a vicious right hand.

MA: PVW security is swarming the ringside area.

[Security pries Black off of Cole and shove him towards the ring as
Jacob Rose comes to the ringside area and begins to speak with Black.
Black watches as security continues to struggle with William Craven
who has tossed to guards to their backs. A flood of referees soon join
the fray.]

MA: Yeah like the referees will be able to separate them. Security
though has finally got a grasp on Craven as Cole spots Black and
slides into the ring.

JM: Cole charges Black who quickly slides into the ring. Cole begins
to enter the ring ...

MA: Black drills him with a nasty knee that sends the former world
champion to the mat in a thud.

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
SHOCKWAVE: TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH

ROB COLE v CHRISTOPHER BLACK
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^


!!! DING * DING * DING !!!


JM: And this match is officially underway.

[Black continues his assault as security continues to pull Craven down
the aisle. Another knee by Black this time to the back and Black is up
to his feet quickly and drops an elbow into the back of Cole.]

MA: This is what I expected here tonight. Black showing why he is the
Television Champion with the early advantage. Pulling the challenger
to his feet and Black with a waistlock on Rob Cole... and the paper
tiger goes for a ride!

JM: GOOD LORD!!!!  Cole is sent up and over... folded like an
accordion on impact and... WHAT??!?!!

[HUGE FACE POP!!!]

[Rob Cole rolls up, clutching the back of his neck... but he stands
almost immediately. There's a slight shake of his head as Christopher
Black turns around, facing the man he just planted on the back of his
head. A slow smile parts the lips of The Outcast and the psycho
suddenly launches forward!]

MA: Look at his eyes, Josh... He's sick in the head!

JM: A series of right forearms forces the Television champion against
the ropes.... Irish whip! He catches him for the whirl...

[Cole hauls Black up and suddenly spins... rushing toward the corner
as he uses Black's momentum to keep him up! And with that ... he
DRIVES the television champion upside down into the corner turnbuckles
with a huge echo of steel crashing!]

MA: NO!!!! NO NO NO!!!! He's tangling that leg over the top
turnbuckle, trapping our Television champion in the tree of woe!

JM: Cole with one arm clutching the back of his head... the other is
raised high in the air!!! He makes some room... and here he comes!

[There's an approving pop as Cole rushes in... leaps and DRIVES both
boots into the hanging skull of Christopher Black!]

MA: The television champion is in a world of hurt and Rob Cole isn't a
man to let he advantage pass.

[Cole steps on the throat of Black and lefts his foot at the count of
four.]

JM: Rob Cole just breaks the hold in time and he grabs the legs of
Black removing him from the tree of woe.

[Cole grabs the head of Black and takes him up and over with a snap
suplex. Cole is quickly back to his feet and drops a knee into the
ribs of Black who rolls away from Cole and begins to push himself to
his feet, Cole though is quick to his feet and drops an elbow to the
back of his head.]

JM: Cole now grabbing Black again and he applies a reverse chinlock
onto the champion.

MA: The Outcast is world re-known as an emotional brawler but right
now he is showing ring savvy as he is using his massive frame to wear
down the champion.

[Cole looks at Rose on the outside and screams advise him now as the
referee checks on Black who screams no. Cole wrenches his arm tighter
around the neck of Black, who reaches for the ropes but they are just
out of his reach. Rob Cole lets out a primal scream as he once again
tightens his grip.]

MA: Cole's grip is tightening and you can see Black's skintone
becoming a shade of purple as he struggles to breath.

JM: We could be seeing the passing of the television championship belt
right now.

[As the referee reaches in and checks that the chin lock hasn't
slipped to a choke Black continues to reach for the ropes and Jacob
Rose pushes the bottom rope towards him and Black grabs the rope, as
the crowd lets out a series of boos. Rose looks into the eyes of Cole
and takes a step backwards as Cole is forced to release the hold.]

MA: You spoke to soon kid.

JM: If it wasn't for Rose ...

MA: All I saw was him take a step back from ring. Like a good manager
he was no where near the ropes.

JM: Yeah that's what happened ... Cole grabs Black and scoops him up
and slams him into the mat!

MA: The good old scoop slam. Classic. Cole drops another elbow to the
back of Black's head.

[Cole pulls Black up and snapmares him quickly back to the mat.]

JM: Cole with the snapmare and he stays on the offensive as he pulls
Black to his feet by the arm. Rob Cole twists under the arm, cinching
a top wrist lock and using his strength to just force Christopher
Black down to one knee! And Cole with a quick knee to the jaw gives
some leverage back to Black.... But Cole forces him back down to one
knee again!

MA: Smart wrestling from Cole... psycho brawler he might be, he also
knows how to wrestle He knows how to put you a position you don't want
to be in, to use your fight against you to open opportunities...

JM: Hard stomp across the back of that kneeling calf! Once again,
Black regains some leverage but Cole struggles to force him down again
and Black shakes his in defiance....

[Cole suddenly releases the wrist and transitions into a halfnelson...
grabbing the waist with his free hand and popping his hips! The crowd
gives an appreciative pop as Black is driven into the mat with a
modified side-suplex.... And Cole never releases the hook of the half
nelson, transitioning into a kneeling top wrist lock as Christopher
Black cries out!]

MA: Working over that arm and shoulder, maybe looking to pop it out
and beat him with it!

JM: And Cole takes a moment to breathe before YANKING Black up off the
mat... he hooks a dragon chancery! REVERSE DDT!!!! COVER!


... ONE !!!



... TWO !!!



MA: The champion kicks out!

[Cole shakes his head quickly to the side but is back to the offensive
as he grabs Black, Black fires off a European Uppercut that rocks
Cole. A second European uppercut sends Cole into the ropes and Black
rushes forward and catches him in the jaw with a running knee lift.]

JM: Black with a chancery and powers the bigger Cole up and over with
a beautiful slingshot suplex.

MA: Black stays on the attack and grabs Cole by the hair pulling him
to his knees and drags him towards the ropes.

[The crowd boos loudly as Black just begins to choke the life out of
Rob Cole with the second rope. The referee is right there counting
away and at four Black releases the choke, raises his arms as the
referee begins to read him the riot act. Rose reaches up and goes to
grab Cole by the head by Cole snaps his head up looking Rose in the
eyes. Rose suddenly steps back, making sure to keep himself away from
Cole.]

JM: Black obviously wanted Rose's help and since he didn't get it he's
doing his own dirty work as he once again shoves the throat of Cole
across the top rope.

MA: Black is a smart man. He knows he is giving up a lot of weight
here so he's taking the air out of Cole's lungs.

[Again at four Black releases the choke and this time he pulls Cole up
by the hair and turns him around driving his knee into the gut of Cole
doubling him over.]

MA: Black with a double sledge to the back of Cole sending him
crashing to the mat.

JM: The television champion quickly grabs the leg of Cole ... and he's
got the standing ankle lock on the challenger!

MA: Black is one of the best technical wrestlers in the world but
people seem to forget the here in the PVW!

[Black wrenches on the ankle of Cole who screams but shakes his head
no as the referee asks if he wants to quit. Black screams ask him
again as he once again wrenches the ankle. Cole screams no again as he
begins to squirm on the mat.]

JM: Rob Cole is trying to change his position and his size advantage
is letting him!

[Black continues to wrench on the ankle as Cole has moved closer to
the ropes ...]

JM: Cole reaching for the ropes ...

MA: But he's still inches from them! Black wrenches that ankle again!

JM: But the former world champion refuses to quit.

[Cole once again reaches for the bottom rope and this time his finger
tips reach the rope and he is barely able to wrap his hand around it.]

JM: Cole has the ropes and here is the break.

MA: He may have gotten the ropes but the damage was done to that
ankle, you can still see the pain etched on his face.

[Black stomps on Cole's ankle as he attempts to pull himself to his
feet. Black drills Cole in the side of the head with an elbow and
grabs his right arm, Black begins to whip Rob Cole but he reverses it
sending Black into the ropes.]

JM: Caught on the rebound, Black is sent for a spinning whirl before
the Outcast drives the spine across his knee!!! A brutal whirling
backbreaker on the Television champion and Cole dumps him off his
knee....

MA: Could be going for a rear chin lock, shoving that knee in the back
of the spine like that.... GOOD LORD!!!!

[The crowd gasps as Cole pulls back on the head with one hand... and
then uses his right forearm with a cross face shot across the bridge
of the nose! He yanks the Champ back and delivers another shot! And
another!]

JM: Rob Cole is punishing Christopher Black... rolling him off his
knee as Cole straddles the back from behind.... CAMEL CLUTCH!!!!

MA: Only one arm trapped over the knee.... Rob Cole doesn't have this
move quite cinched in, but he's making up with pure strength as he
tugs back on that chin! Black is in serious trouble!!!

JM: And another cross-face forearm shot!  Another! Cole is rocking
Black's face with those strikes... And there's a third!  And he yanks
back on that chin again... lacing his fingers beneath the jaw as Black
refuses to submit!

MA: You can tell from the way he only has that one arm trapped that
the ankle is bothering him. He doesn't want to put all of his weight
on it just yet.

[Black refuses to give up so Cole releases the hold and grabs Black by
the head pulling him to his feet and whipping the champion into the
corner.]

JM: Cole would normally rush headlong in here but like you said that
ankle is forcing him to stalk the champion.

[Cole drives a right hand into the head of Black and then lowers his
shoulder and drives in into the gut three consecutive shoulder blocks
into the midsection.]

JM: Vintage Rob Cole! He's lifting the champion onto the top rope and
ascending to the middle turnbuckle.

[Black slams his forehead into the bridge of Cole's nose. the
challenger is able to stay on the ropes but the champion grabs his arm
and pulls it behind Cole's back.]

MA: Like a true champion he had that scouted so well and he's got
Cole's arm in a modified hammerlock ...

JM: It looks like Black is trying to go for a bodyslam ...

MA: WOLF'S BANE! He just nailed an Avalanche version of his hammerlock
bodyslam!

[Black hooks the leg of Cole.]



... ONE !!!




... TWO !!!




... THR - !!!


[FACE POP!!!]

JM: Rob Cole kicks out!

MA: I don't believe it and neither does Christopher Black!

[Black runs his hand over his face, but he doesn't hesitate as pulls
Rob Cole to his feet ...]

MA: Cobra Clutch! The champion wants to make the challenger tap here
tonight.

[Rob Cole begins to struggle and reach for the ropes.]

JM: Cole's size advantage is a huge asset for him tonight as he is
able to drag Black with him and grab the top rope.

[The crowd cheers as Black is forced to release the hold. Cole turns
around and is met with a nasty right hand, Black fires a second one
but Cole is able to block and delivers one of his own and a second one
and a third. The champion is forced into the ropes, Cole whips Black
into the far side ropes and levels the champion with a clothesline.]

JM: Cole pulls the champion up and spikes him into the mat with a
piledriver! COVER!


... ONE !!!



... TWO !!!




... THRE- !!!


MA: And the champion gets his shoulder up! Christopher Black is
proving right now he deserves the title champion!

[Cole slaps the mat in frustration and pulls Black to his feet.]

JM: Side Russian leg sweep and the champion is down.

[Cole looks at the top rope.]

MA: Could he be thinking it's time for the world's ugliest frog
splash?

[Rob Cole stands to his feet and begins to make his way up the
turnbuckles. The crowd cheers wildly as he reaches the top rope.]

JM: Cole is up top and he leaps ...

[As the flashbulbs pop throughout the arena, the wild cheers quickly
turn to groans as Christopher Black gets his knees up and Cole lands
directly on them.]

MA: Cole is grabbing his midsection in pain and he rolls to his knees!

[Black grabs his knees but stands up as quickly as he can and grabs
Cole.]

MA: Black seems to be looking for the rubber guard right now. I wonder
if he is looking for the Lamb to the Slaughter.

[Black's legs are held very high, against the Cole's upper back. Black
then slips one foot in front of the Cole's head and under his chin,
locks his hands behind the head of Cole, and chokes him by pressing
his shin or instep against the trachea.]

MA: It is the Lamb to the Slaughter! He's got it locked in!

JM: Cole is in trouble right now!

[Cole places his right hand on the mat and tries to push himself off
to relieve some of the pressure across his throat. As the referee asks
Cole is he gives the camera focuses on the eyes of Cole which show the
dire straits this hold has him in.]

MA: And now it's time for Cole to change colors!

JM: The challenger though is doing everything in his power to not
submit or even pass out right now.

MA: It'll only a matter of moments though as Black has this hold
locked in tight and quite honestly I believe it is more dangerous than
the Amputation!

[Cole reaches his arm in desperation and somehow grabs the rope. The
referee begins to order Black to release the hold and a look of pure
anger comes over him.]

JM: Rob Cole once again saved by the ropes!

MA: Cole is only in this match right now cause of the ropes! Black had
him beat with the ankle lock, the cobra clutch and the Lamb to the
Slaughter!

[Cole leans across the bottom rope gasping for breath as Black stands
to his feet and quickly rolls to the outside where he reaches up and
just begins to choke Cole over the second rope.]

MA: The champion showing no mercy as he tries to choke the life out of
Cole!

JM: And finally the referee gets Black to break the hold! Christopher
Black back on the apron as Cole pulls himself to his feet.

[Black with a right hand that is blocked and a second right hand
blocked. Cole catches Black wit ha right of his own and the champion
grabs the top rope to stay on the apron. A second right hand rocks
Black back.]

MA: How is Cole still on his feet?

JM: Cole has been in wars! And even though Black has taken him to the
back Cole always has something in the tank for reserve!

MA: Cole with a headbutt and now he grabs the middle rope ... shoulder
block and a second! Black has a death grip on the top rope that's
keepin' him on the apron!

[Cole reaches over the top rope and grabs Black in a front chancery
...]

JM: Cole looking to suplex Black back into the ring ...

[As Cole powers Black up a figure rolls out from under the ring and
grabs Cole's leg. Black shifts his position as Cole fights to
maintains his balance ...]

MA: And Black lands on top of Cole!

JM: But some masked man is holding the leg of Cole!



... ONE !!!



... TWO !!!



... THREE !!!


JM: ROB COLE WAS ROBBED!


MA: He was beaten by a better man!

JM: He was beaten by a masked freak holding his leg.


!!! DING * DING * DING !!!


HD: Ladies and gentlemen you're winner and still TELEVISION CHAMPION
...


!!! BAD WOLF CHRISTOPHER BLACK !!!


[As the bell sounds Black rolls off of Cole and hoists his arms into
the air. The masked figure stares at Rob Cole who just glares back at
him. The crowd begins to cheer wildly as Senor Cloak Dos begins to run
down to the ringside area. The figure hears the cheers and turns and
sees Cloak Dos and without wasting another moment he leaps the
guardrail and exits through the crowd. Cloak Dos slides into the ring
as Cole stands to his feet and charges forward catching the champion
in the back of head with a vicious elbow. Jacob Rose begins to climb
into the ring but Cole glares at him and points slowly.]

JM: Rose looks like a deer in headlights right now!

MA: Like you wouldn't be doing the same thing if Rob Cole was looking
at you like that.

JM: Ummm I probably would ... yes yes I would be.

[Cole stomps on the head of Black and then grabs his head and just
slams it into the mat.]

MA: This is sick! Black is defenseless... he isn't even aware of
what's going on! Cole and Dos are going to pulverize him....

JM: Cole is taking that measure as Dos slides into the ring!

[Cole lifts the chair... and Dos suddenly steps between him and Black,
forcing Cole to come up short! "Get out of the way! GET OUT!!!!" Cole
screams, swinging his arm wide. Dos shakes his head and points to the
chair, points back up the aisle. Cole shakes his head and slowly
lowers the chair, a look of shock wiping the anger from his face. He
looks between Black and Dos.... He shakes his head and lets the chair
drop from his fingers with his head down.]

MA: Wha.... What just happened?

JM: Senor Cloak Dos just stopped Rob Cole from braining Christopher
Black! Rob Cole is going to go home tonight with a clean slate...

MA: It must of taken the whole California security force ... the
national guard to keep William Craven in the back.

JM: Tonight was a night of interesting events ... The Berserkers
continued to steam roll through their opponents.  The Renegades and
Team Tomorrow appear to have some unsettled business.  Did we see the
real Caleb Foley?  And how will the Biz and JDM respond?

MA: According to Fred if there wasn't tears then we didn't see the
real Caleb Foley ...

JM: And Senor Cloak Dos and Christopher Black both survived their
battles with two mad men with a pinch of chaos.

MA: The William Craven and Rob Cole way, Josh.

JM: Either way we can call this night a success in our debut episode
of SHOCKWAVE!  Thanks for tuning in with us folks.  We will see you in
just a few days on _HEATWAVE_!

[The camera focuses on Rob Cole and Senor Cloak Dos in the ring for a
few moments longer before all fades to black.]