[The screen remains black for a long moment as Linkin Park's Faint
becomes audible.]

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

[Rapid fire shots of the PVW stars begin to flash across the screen.
The painted faces of Wolf and Doom fill the screen for a few moments
before slowly fading into The Biz walking down the aisle way, who
slowly fades into Chris Hartt, who slowly fades out to be replaced by
Danny Daniels, who is replaced by Nevermind with the crown of thorns
around his head, who is replaced by a bloodied William Craven hoisting
an equally bloodied Rob Cole into the air for a Thundermelter.]

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

[Slowly it fades onto the dejected looking Johnny Detson, who slowly
fades into Paco Magnon and Maxime Jean-Baptiste who in turn fade into
Larry Gionet, who is slowly replaced with Alexander Epstein's and
Marcus Manson staring at The Mercenary, and the three of them fade the
Tag Team Champions Max and Sal hoisting the tag team belts high into
the air, their faces coated in blood.]

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 clutching the PVW Television Championship in his arms, Uncle
Frank fades into Senor Cloak Dos leaping from the top of a steel cage,
the image of Senor Cloak Dos slowly fades into Christopher Black
glaring at Jacob Rose.]

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

[Christopher Black fades into Sinister grabbing at the steel cage and
Sinister fades into the Heavyweight Champion Gibson Hayes with the PVW
Championship belt held high into the air.]

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

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






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[And we cut live to the arena where the fans are rabid. The camera
pans quickly about the arena showing various signs - IT'S BOOM TIME -
NOTHING IS BETTER THAN BACON - I NEED HOPE - WHERE'S PERRY? - MY NAME
IS MATTHEW - LONG LIVE THE KING OF NOTHING - DANIELS IS BETTER THAN
OBAMA - I WANT THE MONSTER BACK - 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 ladies and gentlemen and welcome to Boise, Idaho! I'm Joshua
Morgan and by my side for the final Shockwave of 2011 is ...

MA: The one and only voice of the PVW Matthew Anderson. It's been an
eventful year for us Joshua and tonight we end it with a return of
Tracy Hudson to the PVW as he faces off against the three time tag
team champion Livestock Zappa.

JM: Tracy is trying to rebuild his career tonight ...

MA: I hope he realizes it will take more than a haircut to accomplish
that feat. But if anyone can claw they're way back to the top, Tracy
Hudson can.

JM: Also tonight, we'll see the mysterious masked man Talion take on
Christopher Black. Last week Talion shocked the PVW with a huge upset
win over Livestock ...

MA: And upset is the correct word there Joshua. Livestock was still
reeling from revelation that Gutch had diabetes.

JM: On Showcase we saw Livestock has a lot more on his plate than just
worrying about the Gutch now. You have to wonder if he's mentally
prepared for tonight.

MA: He's a professional, Joshua, and as such he'll deal with his match
tonight just fine.

[Suddenly the lights go out in the arena.]

MA: Oh, sonofa...

[The screen lights up with one word: "Curses"]

Voice: This place is diseased beyond repair.

[The word fades away and is replaced by quick flashing images: each
one a little more grotesque than the next showing various animals in
stages of illness]

Voice: Nevermind.

[Mangy dog]

Voice: William Craven.

[Thinning cow]

Voice: Sinister. Oh, Sinister. Look what's become of you.

[A deer, lying on its side, tongue out the side of its mouth]

Voice: I do not know if this place can be fixed. Its diseased pieces
must quarantined. It may be too late.

Voice: But I will try.

[The last picture fades away and is replaced by a quote]

"But whoso hearkeneth unto me shall dwell safely, and shall be quiet
from fear of evil."

Voice: And if I cannot fix this place...I will destroy it.

[The quote fades out and is replaced]

At Shattered Dreams...he returns.

[The lights return and the ring is covered once again...with...]

JM: LOCUSTS?!?!

MA: You have to be be kidding me! First frogs and now locusts! What is
going on with the PVW lately.

[The image of Matthew crossfades to the locker room area where we see
a man with light brown hair that falls to his shoulders in a pair of
khaki pants and a black PVW polo shirt, he looks a lot like Matthew
Anderson. Besides him stand two men, one who has a military style buzz
cut, and is obviously of island decent. He is wearing a pair of long
red tights with white trim on the waist band. As he paces a few steps
we see the right side of his pants say AWE and the left side say
INSPIRING in a script style of writing. The other man is caucasian,
has long blonde hair tied back in a ponytail. He's wearing a red
singlet with white trim. He turns his back to the camera for a second
and the words AWE INSPIRING are written in the same style script
vertically down the middle of the singlet.]

MA: Alright guys tonight is your graduation night. Welcome to the big
leagues.

[The blonde man smiles for a spilt second.]

MP: And it's going to be a great night as we will show Legacy that
their last win was a fluke.

MA: Look Michael, I've told you before you can't be that cocky.

MP: Confidence Mr. Anderson ... it's confidence.

[Marcus Anderson shakes his head to the side.]

DD: We've got this. You saw how those two work as a team.

MA Alex Wallace is a great teacher, Dylan.

DD: But how much could have he had really taught them?

[Marcus sighs.]

MA: Alright you two, head to the ring.

[Michael and Dylan smirk as they leave the locker room area. As the
camera pans to follow their exit it pauses for a moment, Talion can be
seen down on his knees, obviously praying. The camera crossfades back
to the ringside area.]

JM: Is Marcus managing Awe Inspiring?

MA: Not at all. He's just here to wish the graduates of the Desert
good luck and some last second advice. Unlike that joke of a wrestling
school in Florida, the Desert shows support for their graduates.

JM: Florida?

MA Yeah, the Zone.

JM: Never heard of it is it that bad?

MA: Absolutely. Now let's go to the ring where Awe Inspiring, Michael
Perfect and Dylan Douglas have made their way to the no locust free
ring.

HD: Introducing first, they weigh in at a combined five hundred and
ten pounds they are the team of Michael Perfect and Dylan Douglas ...


!!! AWE INSPIRING !!!


[The opening guitar to Van Halen's "Top of the World" cuts through the
arena.  The crowd cheers.]

HD:  Weighing in at a total combined weight of five-hundred and
fifteen pounds and hailing from Huntsville, Alabama and Rapid City,
South Dakota respectively.  They are accompanied to the ring by
"America's Perfection" Alex Wallace.  Here are Tommy Von Braun and
Sterling Von Braun ...


!!! LEGACY !!!


[Alex Wallace emerges into the aisleway first closely followed by
Tommy Von Braun and Sterling Von Braun.  The cheers from the crowd
become louder.  Wallace stands to the side, clapping his hands and
shouting to the crowd around him to get them pumped up.  Sterling Von
Braun walks forward a few steps and raises both arms in the air,
turning around to look at the crowd closest to him.  Tommy Von Braun
simply stands, placing his hands on his hips.  He cracks a big smile
and soaks in the cheers.

The three men make their way to the ring, Sterling Von Braun taking
the lead and Wallace bringing up the rear.  Both Von Brauns reach out
and slap hands with fans who have their arms stretched out.  The three
men get to the ring, and Sterling quickly slides in underneath the
bottom rope and into the ring.  Tommy hops up onto the ring apron and
stands there, listening to the cheers.

Tommy finally climbs into the ring and the Von Brauns take opposite
turnbuckles.  They climb to the middle turnbuckle and raise their amrs
in the air.  Wallace stays on the outside of the ring.  He walks to
Legacy's corner and stands there.  Legacy's entrance music stops
playing and they make their way to their corner.]


============================================
SHOCKWAVE: TAG TEAM MATCH

LEGACY vs. AWE INSPIRING
============================================


!!! DING DING DING !!!


[The barrel chested member of Awe Inspiring, Dylan Douglas is starting
off this match as Sterling Von Braun starts the match off for his
team. The two men slowly circle one another and after a few seconds
the two men lock up in the center of the ring. Douglas uses his size
advantage and pushes Sterling into the ropes.]

MA: The two hundred and seventy pound Douglas using his slight size
advantage to push sterling into the ropes ...


!!! TWACK !!!
!!! TWACK !!!
!!! TWACK !!!

JM: A quick series of knife edge chops to Sterling's chest and now
Douglas grabs the head of Sterling ... and a massive headbutt that
sends Sterling back into the ropes. Douglas grabs the right arm of
Sterling and sends him across the ring to the far side ropes ...

[Sterling rebounds off of the ropes and ducks under a clothesline
attempt from Douglas. Sterling rebounds off of the ropes again and
Douglas lowers his head a split second too fast, eating a stiff boot
to the chest and jaw. As he snaps up from the impact, Sterling charges
forward and flattens him with a clothesline. Sterling reaches down and
quickly pulls Douglas to his feet.]

JM: And there's a reverse neckbreaker by Sterling

[Sterling floats over for a cover.]


!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!


MA: Powerful kickout by Douglas.

[As Sterling pulls Douglas back to his feet Wallace can be heard
shouting remember to hook the leg. Sterling applies a side head lock
and drags Douglas towards his corner.]

JM: Tommy Von Braun is tagged in and Sterling lifts the arm of Douglas
... Tommy with a boot to the exposed ribs of Douglas.

[After the boot Sterling raises his arms as Tommy connects with a left
hand to the jaw of Douglas. Wallace claps at the teamwork from the two
men as Tommy grabs the arm of Douglas and whips him into the far side
corner. As Douglas slams into the corner Tommy charges forward and
catches him with a charging clothesline. Tommy applies a side head
lock and charges out of the corner.]


"____TTTHHHUUUMMMPPP___"


JM: Running bulldog out of the corner by Tommy and he's goes for
another cover.


!!! ONE !!!



!!! TWO !!!


MA: And another kickout by Douglas!

[Tommy slaps the mat before getting to his feet and grabbing Douglas
by his head. Douglas though catches Tommy in the mid-section with a
stiff right hand and then grabs Tommy by the head, dropping to his
knees.]

MA: Jawbreaker by Douglas. And he follows up with a headbutt that
sends Tommy into the ropes. With that amount of impact you would think
he has rocks in his head!

[Tommy leans against the ropes holding his head as Douglas quickly
tags in Michael Perfect. Perfect wastes no time as he grabs the arm of
Tommy and pulls him into a knee to the mid-section. Tommy doubles over
and Perfect grabs his head, snapping him over with a swinging
neckbreaker.]

MA: Perfect in control right now as he stands to his feet and leaps
... he just drove his knee into the side of Tommy's head.

JM: Wallace is slapping the mat trying to get Tommy fired up as
Perfect pulls him to his feet once again and applies a front chancery.

[Perfect tries for a vertical suplex but as he gets him to the apex
Tommy his able to slip from the grasp of Perfect and lands on his feet
behind him. He grabs Perfect by the waist and shoves him to the ropes,
as the two men reach the ropes Tommy maintains his grip and rolls
backwards.]

JM: Roll-up by Tommy ...


!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!


MA: Douglas charges in and drills Tommy in the side of the head with a
stiff boot breaking up the count.

[The referee quickly orders Dylan Douglas out of the ring as Perfect
pushes himself to his feet. Perfect catches Tommy with a stiff right
hand and follows it up with a boot to the mid-section. As he doubles
over Perfect drops to his knee and drives a stiff upper cut to the jaw
of Tommy. Tommy staggers back towards the corner and Douglas grabs
him.]

JM: Douglas cheating as he grabs a hold of Tommy's shoulders.

MA: He's just making sure he doesn't fall down.

[Perfect quickly drives a knee into the prone Tommy take sends him
into the corner. Perfect makes the tag to Douglas, who comes into the
ring and drills Tommy with a right, a left, and another right.]


MA: Douglas pulls Tommy from the corner and scoops him up. Body slam!
And now Douglas is on the middle rope ... and he leaps!

[Dylan Douglas catches Tommy with a diving headbutt to the shoulder
from the middle rope. Douglas grabs his own head for a split second
before getting back to his feet and grabbing Tommy.]

MA: Douglas looking for a piledriver ...

[As Douglas tries to pull Tommy up, Tommy kicks his legs wildly
blocking the attempt.]

JM: Tommy blocks it and receives a forearm to the back ... again
Douglas looking for the piledriver ... and again Tommy blocks it!

[Sterling steps into the ring and rushes forward, nearly decapitating
Douglas with a stiff hoking clothesline. Sterling pops back to his
feet and the crowd cheers as he thrusts his arms into the air. Wallace
screams for Sterling to exit the ring as Tommy rolls to his stomach.
Wallace continues to scream GET BACK ON THE APRON as Sterling jaw
jacks with Perfect on the apron.]

MA: Wallace looks like he wants to pull his hair out right now.

JM: You have to admit though they do look better than their last
match. By know they were making even the basic mistakes. He seems to
have gotten some focus into the two men.

[Sterling is finally on the apron and Wallace is slapping the mat
trying to fire up Tommy who is crawling towards the corner. Douglas
reaches for his corner and makes the tag to Perfect. Perfect rushes
forward and dives for Tommy who dives ...]

JM: TAG MADE TO STERLING!

[The crowd cheers wildly as Sterling comes into the ring, like a house
of fire. A right hand, and another right and a third right sends
Perfect back into ropes. The crowd cheers as Wallace applauds Sterling
who takes Perfect up and over with a vertical suplex. Sterling pulls
Perfect back up and takes him over with a snap mare.]

JM: And a running neck snap! Perfect is in a world of hurt as he grabs
the back of his neck here. Sterling has done a good job focusing on
the neck since the opening bell.

MA: And once again Sterling pulls Perfect up and applies a side head
lock.

[Sterling with the tag back into Tommy. Both men whip Perfect into the
ropes and send him up and over with a double back body drop. Tommy Von
Braun climbs up backwards to the middle turnbuckle.  He measures up
his opponent with his left hand and then jumps off delivering a
fistdrop between the eyes of Perfect as he lands on both knees.]

JM: And a picture perfect flying fistdrop. He was taught that move by
his grandfather Scott Von Braun. And now Tommy grabs the right arm of
Perfect and once again tags in Sterling.

[Sterling ascends to the top rope as Tommy drives an elbow into the
shoulder and neck area of Perfect.]

JM: Sterling leaps ... double ax handle to the shoulder and neck area
of Perfect!

[Wallace again applauds the teamwork of Legacy, a slight smile across
his lips.]

JM: You have to admit Matt ...

MA: Matthew.

JM: That Tommy and Sterling have improved leaps and bounds since their
debut match.

MA: They have but you can still see they aren't a fine oiled machine
yet. Too much time celebrating a good move like Sterling is doing
right now.

[Sterling is slowly stalking Perfect with a smug look upon his face,
before he reaches down and pulls Perfect to his feet but Perfect rakes
the eyes of Sterling and catches him with an inside cradle.]


!!! ONE !!!



!!! TWO !!!



!!! THR -- !!!


MA: And Sterling just kicks out!

JM: Sterling reaches up and tags in Tommy. Tommy is quickly in the
ring and the two men grab Perfect whipping him into the ropes ...
double flapjack!

MA: Sterling exits the ring and Tommy motions for Perfect to stand to
his feet.

[On the outside Wallace is screaming TAKE THE ADVANTAGE! STOP WAITING
ON HIM! Perfect pushes himself to his feet ...]

JM: PLANTED SUPERKICK!

[Perfect hits the mat like he was shot. Tommy reaches and tags
Sterling back into the ring. Sterling pulls Perfect to his feet ...]


JM: DIVINE RIGHT! A beautiful Leaping Stalling Piledriver by Sterling!
And he goes for the cover!



!!! ONE !!!



!!! TWO !!!


[Douglas rushes into the ring but Tommy cuts him off with a dropkick
to the knee.]


!!! THREE !!!



JM: And Legacy picks up their second win here in the PVW!


!!! DING DING DING !!!


MA: Looks like we will get to them speak on this Showcase.

[Alex Wallace enters the ring and applauds his students who are
soaking up the cheers of the crowd.]

HD: Ladies and gentlemen here are your winners Tommy Von Braun and
Sterling Von Braun ...


!!! LEGACY !!!


MA: Awe Inspiring started off strong but the fact that Legacy has
already had in ring action was the deciding factor here tonight.

JM: That and the fact that Alex Wallace has been a great mentor for
these two men.

MA: Great mentor? Come on, Joshua. Sure they showed some improvement
and the ability to actually use a double team move but they have a
long way to go before they are on the level of HEAT or the Sons of
Anarchy.

JM: Later on tonight the PVW tag teams will once again be in action as
the ASLL Tag Team Champions The Berserkers will be squaring off with
the newly crowned PVW Tag Team Champions Max and Sal.

MA: And one team will walk out as BOTH the ASLL and PVW Tag Team
Champions ... and honestly no matter who wins is a loss.

JM: What?

MA: Who really wants or who believes that Max and Sal or even the
Berserkers are the best the ASLL and PVW have to offer.

JM: Matt, both teams are great and have earned where the right to be
called champions.

MA: Please. Once HEAT wins the HIT Two and once again focuses on
winning the PVW Tag Team Championship then come talk to me about a
deserving team!

JM: You amaze me.

MA: I am amazing, Joshua. Glad you are finally realizing it. Perhaps
there is hope for you yet.

[Joshua Morgan only sighs.]

MA: Since we have some time between matches, let's roll the interview
that Fred Hoyle did with the Mercenary earlier in the week.

JM: Wait. Fred? How come he's conducting the interview? Isn't that
Dean Hayes' job?

MA: Normally, yes. But rumor has it that the last time Dean met up
with the Merc, he pee'd his pants.

JM: Oh poor Dean.

MA: But the real reason is Fred's a bit worried that being the
announcer of the mid year isn't enough to secure his job at the end of
the year so he decided to brown nose the brass. But instead of Fred,
it should have been you.

JM: Why me?

MA: Cause rumor has it your job's not that safe.

JM: What?

[As Joshua's word trails off the camera cuts to a small interview
area. There are two black office chairs set up in front of a black PVW
backdrop. In the chair on the right is Fred Hoyle, dressed in a PVW
blazer and black slacks. Opposing him is wrestling's most famous hired
gun, the Mercenary.]

FH: First off, thank you Merc for taking the time to sit down with me
today.

Merc: No need to thank me. I'm just doing what the boss says.

FH: Uhm, well, yes. So speaking of Ms. Marshall, will she be joining
us today?

Merc: First off, it wasn't her I was referring to. She may be
supplying the majority of my income right now, but she is not who I'm
referring to when I say the boss.

FH: Then who? Are you double dipping?

Merc: No Fred. I'm referring to the same boss that signs your pay
cheques. The talking heads in the PVW head office wanted me to do
this. And I agreed, because no matter how much I'm paid by others, if
it wasn't for the PVW, I wouldn't have a place to showcase what I do
best. And right now, and for the near future, what I am going to do
best is end careers.

FH: Just like you ended the career of your best friend Alex Epstein?

Merc: (sighs in exasperation). Let me correct this falsity once and
for all. Alex Epstein was never a friend of mine...

FH: How can you say that? After all those years the two of you put
into this business, the roads you've traveled together...

Merc: If you would let me finish... As I was trying to say, I was
never friends with Alex Epstein. The man that was my friend for all
those years, was Alex Extreme... Extreme, not Epstein, got it?

FH: You do know that they're the same person, don't you?

Merc: (glares at Fred). Maybe to some, but as far as I'm concerned,
Alex Extreme was dead and buried years ago, and I had nothing to do
with it. He did it to himself along with a bit of help from Fatality,
who just happens to be my employer now. This Alex Epstein that was
running around here was nothing but a weak reproduction of Alex
Extreme, and I did everyone including him, a favor by getting him out
of wrestling forever.

FH: How can you know for sure that he's gone forever? You've been
around this business long enough to see worse beatings laid out, and
the recipients of those beatings coming back sooner or later. In fact,
you've been responsible for many of those beatings yourself. And
Epstein himself has come back from worse. So, you know that a knee
injury is not going to keep him away for long.

Merc: No, you're right Fred. It won't keep him away. What will keep
him away, is that even if there is just a little piece of the Extreme
one left inside of him, he'll know that even his best friend doesn't
think he's fit for this business anymore. And that's what's killing
him inside. It's not the physical pain that ended his career. It's the
emotional and mental pain that he can't take, knowing that he can't
compete anymore. And that's all I have to say about him.

FH: But, what if...

Merc: I said, that's all I have to say about him... Got a hearing
problem there, Fred?

FH: Uh, no.. (flips through his notes)... Ok... Here's a good one... I
know you don't like to talk about your future plans, but now that this
thing with Epstein is done, what's next for the Merc?

Merc: Hmmm... You're right. I don't usually talk about what's next for
me, but in this case, it's not going to matter if everyone knows or
not. Basically Fred, I want gold. I've been in the PVW for long enough
now, and have yet to have a title strapped around my waist. And I
think its about time, don't you?

FH: Well, uh... Do you think you've earned a shot at the gold? Hanging
around a long time isn't really a good enough reason to get a title
shot. You have to earn it.

Merc: (an angry scowl crosses his face, as if he's contemplating
removing Fred's head from his neck, and then disappears). You know
what? You're right. Title shots do need to be earned. But that's not
what's happening here in PVW is it?  Is it Fred?

FH: ....

Merc: Just take a look around the PVW title scene the past little
while and tell me how many people that came into PVW after me have had
title shots since they debuted. A hell of a lot, that's how many. And
I'm sick of it.

FH: Well, if you wouldn't spend so much time doing Jessica's bidding,
you'd have time for your own personal goals.

(again the "I'm gonna rip your head off" look comes over Merc, and
this time Fred backs up a bit in his chair, sliding it a foot or two
back along the floor)

Merc: Again, you may be right Fred. But that's only part of the
problem. The rest of the problem is all these newbies coming into the
fed, getting fast tracked right to the top. So, I've come up with a
plan... a strategy, if you will. I see the PVW has had another influx
of new talent of the last few weeks. Some are rookies, some vets from
other federations. But it makes no difference to me. I'm going to end
their PVW careers before they even get started. That way, they can't
pass me by on the way to title shots.

FH: You can't truly believe that, can you? I mean, looking at the
rankings... (shuffles a couple pages)... You're ranked in the top 5
for the TV title. These new guys aren't anywhere's on the list.

Merc: Don't be a fool Freddy. The rankings mean very little, if not
nothing at all. The new guys were probably guaranteed title shots just
for signing on the dotted line. I bet half of them will be getting
shots before the next 2 months are over with. So, the only thing I can
do about it, is to eliminate them, one by one.

FH: So, that's why you tried to tear Supreme Wright's knee apart last
week?

Merc: Damned straight. And I would have too.. I just didn't plan on
him having any friends to come down and save him. A slight
miscalculation on my part... But it won't happen again. The next
person I target, won't have a prayer, no matter how many friends he
may have. Same with the next one. And the one after that... And the
one after that...

FH: Yeah,  if there's no one left in the fed, you have to get a shot.
I get the picture.

Merc: Good. Cuz I'd hate to have to put you on the list too. Ok...
maybe I wouldn't hate it, but...you know, I could always make room for
ya... Maybe even give you the number 2 spot.

FH: (gulp): Number 2?

Merc: Yeah, the number 1 spot is being held by someone else right now,
but keep pushing and you may make the top of the list very soon.

FH: Do I even want to know who number 1 is?

Merc: Don't you worry about that Fred. But I will give you a hint...
It's not one of the new guys. But just because they're not top of the
list, doesn't mean they're safe. No, not at all. Careers are going to
come to an end here in PVW, and it doesn't matter what order they end
in.
Now, if that's all...

FH: Uh yeah... I think we're done here.

Merc: Good.

(Merc gets up from his chair and crosses over to Fred's side of the
stage and give him a fakeout, as if he's going to hit him, but he
doesn't and he exits stage right, and Fred lets out a long sigh.)

[Crossfade back to the announce table.]

JM: Fred didn't look very comfortable there at all did he?

MA: Not at all and in fact I heard he had a quote unquote accident
like Dean Hayes.

[Matthew chuckles.]

JM: Do you think it's true?

MA: We can only hope, Joshua, we can only hope.

[Matthew Anderson laughs again as "Deep Six" by Big Black begins to
play over the arena sound system.]

JM: And we're about to see the in ring debut of Tracy Hudson.

MA: {chuckles fading} And we'll see if his new haircut and attitude
are able to resurrect a career that has been dead for well longer than
Fred wet his pants for. {he begins to chuckle again.}

HD: Introducing first he hails from Portland Oregon and weighs in at
two hundred and twenty seven pounds this is "Cascadian Chaos" ...


!!! TRACY HUDSON !!!


[Tracy Hudson steps out from behind the entrance way and stops at the
top of the aisleway, soaking in the cheers from the crowd. Hudson
lowers his head and stares down at the ground near his feet, breathing
deeply and very visibly exhaling as he psyches himself up for the
match. Then, as he finally walks to the ring, he slowly begins to
acknowledge the fans, slapping a few hands and greeting some with a
smiling nod.]

JM: Tracy looks to be in good shape.

MA: He will need more than good shape to take on Livestock Zappa here
tonight.

[Tracy climbs the ring steps and enters the ring. As he does so
"Breaking the Law" by Judas Priest plays.]

#There I was completely wasting, out of work and down,#

[With no lighting effects, no fanfare, just the words "Livestock and
the Gutch" on the PVW video screen, a lone big man in a black shirt
printed to look like a suit jacket and tie carrying a briefcase
emerges from the entrance portal.]

#all inside it's so frustrating as I drift from town to town.#

#Feel as though nobody cares if I live or die,#

[Livestock points out to the crowd, then slaps his free hand on his
briefcase before he begins the walk towards the ring.]

JM: I thought Gutch said he would be at ringside with Livestock for
this match and yet once again he's not here.

MA: I hate to say it but knowing Gutch, Bubba and him probably haven't
even left the buffet yet.

JM: We can only hope that Gutch is obeying his doctor's orders and
isn't being heavily influenced by the likes of Bubba.

MA: Gutch is a smart man we can only assume he is.

JM: What effect will Gutch lying to Livestock have on him tonight?

MA: Gutch did not lie!

JM: He said he'd be here and he isn't. What do you call that?

MA: Miscommunication.

#so I might as well begin to put some action in my life#

#Breaking the law, breaking the law!#

HD: And his opponents hails from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania and weighs
in at two hundred and seventy pounds ... this is ...


!!! LIVESTOCK ZAPPA !!!


[Climbing into the ring, Livestock climbs a turnbuckle and raises his
briefcases in mock victory. After a few moments he drops back to the
mat and looks across the ring at Tracy Hudson.]


============================================
SHOCKWAVE: SINGLES MATCH

LIVESTOCK ZAPPA v. TRACY HUDSON
============================================


!!! DING DING DING !!!


JM: There's the bell ...

MA: Still captain obvious about the ring bell sounding I see.

JM: Tracy Hudson extends his hand towards Livestock Zappa and 'Stock
is just looking at it.

[Livestock reaches forward and grabs the hand of Hudson.]

JM: Great sportsmanship ...

MA: Livestock pulls Hudson forward but Hudson ducks under the
clothesline attempt and slips behind him.

JM: Hudson with a waist lock ...

MA: But Livestock drives an elbow into the side of Hudson's head and
another elbow and the third breaks Hudson's grip.

[Hudson quickly grabs his jaw as Livestock spins around and cleans his
clock with a stiff right hand. A second right hand staggers the
smaller man backwards a step and Livestock grabs his arm and pulls him
in taking him down with a short arm clothesline.]

MA: Livestock wasting no time as he pulls Hudson back up to his feet
and hoists him onto his shoulder ... Powerslam!



!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!


JM: And Hudson gets his right shoulder up.

MA: Be honest Joshua, he just edged that shoulder up in a nick of
time. I told you that a haircut wasn't enough to rebuild a career.

JM: It's early in the match, Matt.

MA: Matthew! How many times do I need to tell you?

JM: I'd say five more times. Livestock pulls Hudson back to his feet
and drives a forearm into the side of Hudson's jaw. And there's
another forearm that rocks Hudson into the ropes.

[Livestock grabs the arm of Hudson and whips him across the ring
towards the far side ropes. Livestock charges behind him and as Hudson
rebounds off of the ropes Livestock lifts his boot ...]

MA: And a nasty running boot to the face of Tracy Hudson!

JM: Tracy tumbles through the middle rope to the floor.

[As referee Mark Barnett stands between Livestock and the ring ropes,
Tracy takes a few seconds to collect himself, hands on his knees,
shaking the cobwebs from his head. As he is doing this, he's smiling.]

MA: Why is this clown smiling? He nearly had his head taken off and
hasn't done anything in this match yet!

[Tracy is jawing with a few of the fans, and the camera is able to
pick up the gist of the conversation, being that maybe he
underestimated Zappa. Tracy asks the crowd, "Should I really keep
going?" After some...cajoling...from the crowd, Hudson nods and laughs
to the crowd, assuring them that yes, he's staying in, better or
worse.]

JM: Hudson seems to be having some fun out there with the fans as he
is now getting back to his feet and pulling himself on the apron.

MA: And Livestock is charging forward ... Spear! Livestock diving
through the middle ropes and driving Hudson back to the concrete
floor!

[The crowd moans from the impact as both men crash to the floor.
Livestock slowly rolls off of Hudson's prone form and grabs the
guardrail to pull himself back to his feet. Hudson slowly rolls over
to his stomach and grabs his back in pain. Livestock stomps on the
middle of Hudson's back sending him crashing face first onto the
concrete. Livestock follows up with a second stomp onto the middle of
the back.]

MA: Livestock showing his aggression here as he drives a third boot
into the back of Hudson. Now he grabs the back of Hudson's head and
drags him to his feet towards the ringsteps ...


"___CCCLLLAAANNNG___"


MA: Welcome to the PVW Tracy Hudson!

JM: Hudson slammed face first into the steel steps. And now 'Stock is
dragging him up the steps back into the ring.

[Livestock tosses Hudson into the ring over the top rope, and grabs
the top rope ascending to the top turnbuckle.]

JM: 'Stock is perched and he leaps ...

[Flashbulbs go off throughout the arena as Livestock leaps and drives
his elbow into the center of Tracy Hudson's chest.]

MA: On the money! For a man you claimed would have a lot of
distractions here tonight Livestock looks like a champion in that ring
right now. And he goes for the cover hooking the far leg.



!!! ONE !!!



!!! TWO !!!



!!! THR -- !!!


[The crowd cheers as the referee thrusts two fingers into the air.]

JM: And Hudson kicks out once again. 'Stock glaring at Barnett, who
flashes two fingers at him.

MA: Is there a reason you refuse to call anyone by their full name.
Livestock reaches down and pulls Hudson back to his feet and there's a
stiff forearm to the jaw of Hudson.

[Livestock grabs the arm of Hudson and whips him with authority
towards the corner, as Hudson nears the corner he runs up the
turnbuckle, instead of ramming into it chest first. Hudson quickly
leaps backwards but Livestock catches him and rams his back right into
the corner at near full speed.]

MA: And Livestock crushes Hudson back first into the corner.

JM: Livestock doesn't let Hudson go as he turns around and plants him
in the center of the ring with a nasty powerslam.



!!! ONE !!!



!!! TWO !!!



!!! THR -- !!!


JM: Hudson kicks out!

[Livestock slaps the mat angrily as the fans cheer for Hudson to get
back to his feet. Hudson is grabbing his back in pain as Livestock
pulls him to his feet once again and drives a clubbing forearm into
the back of Hudson.]

JM: 'Stock grabbing Hudson and begins to lift him into the air.

[Livestock powers Hudson into the air for a powerbomb but the smaller
Hudson is able to slide down the back of Livestock.]

JM: Modified sunset flip!


!!! ONE !!!



!!! TWO !!!


MA: And Livestock with a powerful kickout.

JM: Hudson rolling back to his feet and drives a stiff kick into the
mid-section of Livestock. 'Stock is doubled over and Hudson grabs him
by the head leaping into the air ... Rocker Dropper!

MA: He just drove the face of Livestock into the mat ... not sure that
was a bright idea as we all know how protective of his face Livestock
is.

[As Livestock tries to push himself back to his feet Hudson drops a
double sledge into the back that sprawls Livestock across the mat
stomach first. Hudson is quickly back to his feet and rushes towards
the nearest rope where he spring boards onto it and leaps off with an
Asai Moonsault across the back of Livestock.]

JM: Tracy Hudson is back to his feet and grabs the legs the of
Livestock ... Boston Crab!

[Hudson wrenches back on the legs of Livestock and the former tag team
champion lets out a loud scream. Mark Barnett is right there checking
to see if Livestock gives but he screams no as Hudson once again pulls
back on both legs of Livestock.]

JM: Hudson with a sound strategy right now as he as the taller 'Stock
grounded and is working on the back to weaken the power advantage of
'Stock which he has felt in the early portion of the match.

[Livestock screams no once again as Hudson says ask him ref ask him.
Tracy Hudson wrenches back again as Livestock extends his arms towards
the ropes. Hudson wrenches back once again and another scream comes
forth from Livestock who continues to reach for the ropes.]

MA: Livestock reaching for the bottom rope which is within reach of
his grasp.

[The crowd boos as Livestock grabs the bottom rope and Barnett slaps
Hudson on the shoulder telling him to break the hold. Hudson drops
both legs and quickly turns around and grabs him by his head.]

JM: Hudson pulls Livestock back to his feet and whips him across the
ring .. .drop toe hold by Hudson that sends Livestock sprawling across
the middle rope chest first.

[As Livestock is on the second rope Hudson springboards onto the
second rope and leaps into the air, driving a leg drop across the back
of Livestock. Hudson quickly grabs the legs of Livestock pulling him
off of the rope and going for a cover.]



!!! ONE !!!



!!! TWO !!!



!!! THR -- !!!


MA: And Livestock kicks out! Now it's Hudson's turn to look frustrated
as he can't keep the big man down.

JM: Hudson pulls Livestock back to his feet and grabs a hold of the
right arm of Livestock. Hudson is looking for the single arm DDT but
Livestock is able to block it!

MA: Don't sound so surprised, Joshua. Livestock slips his head under
the arm of Hudson, he could be looking for the Northern Lights Suplex!

JM: No Hudson flips forward landing to the side of Livestock ...
Rolling Russian Leg Sweep! What a counter by Tracy Hudson who is once
again going for the cover!



!!! ONE !!!



!!! TWO !!!



!!! THR -- !!!


JM: NO! Once again Livestock gets his shoulder up.

MA: He's a former champion, Joshua. Stop sounded stunned every time he
escapes Husdson's feeble attempts for a cover.

JM: Hudson grabs his head in shock and pulls Livestock to his feet one
more time.

[From the entrance way the massive form of the Gutch can be seen
slowly making his way to the ringside area, cane in hand. The crowd
gives the former two time tag team champion a nice round of applause.]

MA: And finally The Gutch is done at the buffet and is coming to
support his partner, who's whipped into the ropes. He ducks a wild
clothesline attempt from Hudson and rebounds off of the far side
ropes.

JM: 'Stock charging in and Hudson leap frogs him ... Hudson turns
around and catches the bigger man by the waist ... Spinebuster!

MA: Now that's something you should be amazed by! There's no way he
should have been able to power Livestock up and over for the move!

[Tracy thrusts both his arms into the air to a nice chorus of cheers
from the crowd. The Gutch on the other hand is slapping the mat with
his cane urging Livestock to get back to his feet. Hudson rushes
towards the ropes ...]

JM: Hudson springboards to the middle rope ... ASAI MOONSAULT ...

[As Tracy rotates over over for the moonsault Livestock lifts his leg
and catches Tracy flush in the jaw. Tracy though quickly is back to
his feet and waves his finger as he shakes his head side to side.]

JM: Tracy telling Livestock he didn't get him with tha ...

[Tracy suddenly tumbles straight down onto his face in the center of
the ring.]

MA: {chuckles} He looked like Marcus there {continues to chuckle}

JM: The Gutch is pounding the mat as Livestock slowly pushes himself
back to his feet.

[Livestock is back to his feet and sees The Gutch on the outside. He
extends his hands and says where have you been. The Gutch tries to
wave off the attention of Livestock but Livestock continues to say
Well? WELL!?!]

MA: Livestock is distracted! I mean I understand worrying about the
health of your partner but he's not a child Livestock! Turn around and
get your mind back in the match.

JM: The Gutch seems to agree with you as he screams for him to turn
around and finish the match.

MA: Of course he agrees with me, Joshua.

[Livestock finally motions forget it to The Gutch and turns around. He
reaches down and begins to pull Hudson to his feet but Hudson reaches
up and hooks the head and leg of Livestock.]

JM: INSIDE CRADLE!



!!! ONE !!!



!!! TWO !!!



!!! THREE !!!


MA: NO!

JM: YES! Tracy Hudson with the win!

MA: I don't believe this! Two straight matches that Livestock was
robbed!

[Tracy Hudson quickly rolls under the ring apron as Livestock sits up
an screams at Mark Barnett that it was only a two count.]

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


!!! TRACY HUDSON !!!


MA: It was a two count! I saw the shoulder edge up! Mark Barnett just
doesn't like Livestock and refuses to let him have a win!

JM: What are you talking about? Mark Barnett is the most by the book
referee in the PVW ...

MA: He's just as bad as that Hernandez guy.

JM: No one is that bad.

[Tracy Hudson heads up the aisleway slapping the hands of a few fans
as Livestock kicks the bottom rope and screams over the top rope at
the Gutch.]

MA: Livestock shouldn't be taking this out on The Gutch he needs to be
screaming at Mark Barnett who just robbed him! The PVW needs justice
... Livestock needs justice! He needs to sue!

[Matthew slams his hands into the announce table in frustration.]

JM: Seriously, Matt, what do you have against fair play?

MA: Fair play? That's loser talk and what losers say when they can't
admit they don't have the chutzpah to do what it takes to win.

JM: Chutzpah?

MA: I'm bringing it back!

[As the banter continues the opening strains of Ferry Corsten's "FIRE"
plays over the PA...]

OH WOMAN YOU MAKE YOU FEEL
LIKE I'M ON FIRE...

[Unfortunately for Boise, Idaho The HEAT have entered the building.]

JM: Oh... great... just what this night needed.

MA: Glad to see you're finally on board with TEAM HEAT. The HEAT are
so incredible that PVW named their secondary show after them - HEAT-
wave! I mean, sure HEAT-wave is no Matthew Anderson presents A Matthew
Anderson Production of Shockwave featuring Matthew Anderson but then
again, what compares to the sheer essence of excellence of Matthew
Anderson. Heck, from now on I demand to be known as "The ESSENCE OF
EXCELLENCE" Matthew Anderson; are you taking this all down for future
generations to enjoy?

JM: No.

[Carrying the gigantic, super gestalt trophy that is the reward for
winning the HIT II, PACO (dressed in his peach colored trunks and
black chaps), Maxime (dressed in peach colored trunks with white
flames), that creepy little guy wearing a belly shirt (It says: "HOT
TAMALE") and cut off shorts (what's his name anyhow?) and Miss Florine
(wearing a crossing guard outfit for no apparent reason) follow behind
the HEAT's mouthpiece: Arvelle "MAGIC" Lafayette!]

AML: HELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLO BOISE! How y'all potato heads doing?
Now'n I know you're excite for the HEAT's appearance but I gotta say:
I'm none too impressed with this dump. Now that we're back from
finding some of the finest tag teams in the world to compete in the
HEAT Invitiational Tournament II - HIT Back, I must confess that the
PVW tag team title warmers, that's Woody Allen and Yassir Arafat to
you folks, they don't do much for me. Other than the fact they are
ducking the HEAT, what else is there to say about them? And now, now
they are taking on those two dunderheads who can barely spell there
own names that got lucky in ME-HI-CO? GIMME A BREAK! Those ugly shaved
gorillas known as the Beserkers, they're lucky that I'm retired or I'd
kick their teeth in!

[Arvelle does a few "karate" moves... and promptly gets caught in his
peach and white sequined jacket - falling to the ground. He is helped
up by that creepy guy in the belly shirt, but he shoves that guy
off... and falls on his behind again. Florine assists Arvelle up as
the audience howls in laughter.]

AML: I know, I know, you're laughing at the thought'o the Berserkers
having the chutzpah to face Arvelle in a handicapped match. I mean,
I'd have to be drunk to make it close to a fair fight with those two
pea brained sacks of crap!

JM: Does he ever shut up?

MA: Did you hear Arvelle? He said chutzpah! I brought it back, Morgan!
See? If a brilliant mind like Arvelle starts using chutzpah too, it's
just proof of my influence on the industry. The "ESSENCE OF
EXCELLENCE" has spoken! *finger snap*

[Arvelle removes his jacket and flexes his muscle. Florine pretends to
ooh and aah as she "feels" Arvelle's bicep. She's decent at pantomime
but Arvelle doesn't give her much to work with in terms of muscle.
PACO and Maxime feign being impressed with Arvelle's 111 pound
"physique".]

AML: Look at me? 240 pounds of solid muscle. PVW is lucky I don't just
go in and take... y'know what, nevermind! We're here to talk about the
HIT II! The *GREATEST* exhibition of tag team wresting this world has
ever seen since the HIT I! For your viewing pleasure, tonight is
another round one match up! First up - from Trailer Trash, Texas;
weighing in at a combined weight of two giant lard buckets - this is
LONG LEECH AND WHITEY LEECH; THE LEECH BROTHERS!

[A Chinese man about 5'8" and weighing 600 pounds slowly makes his way
out to the ring. Next to him, on an electric scooter, is an albino who
could be 5'8" but definitely weights about the same as the other guy.
They're about 1/8th down the aisle, folks. The crowd lustily boos as
they hate these two fat jobbers already.]

AML: AND THEIR OPPONENTS! FROM OAXACA, ME-HI-CO and MIAMI, FLORIDA;
the two men that can make even a desert wet and the abominable snowman
sweat... I'm talking about PACO and Maxime - THE HEAT~!

[And the audience boos, again, because they don't like those two guys;
they're jerks!]

JM: And...

AML: And, and, and... close that mouth Morgan! Let a real man do the
talking. You know PVW offered to have me take over their announcing
positions because I'm a picture perfect model of Southern manners and
objectivity but then them carpetbaggers Sam and Mitch done complained
to the ACLU and NAACP and the LMNOP and all sorts of other letters to
keep the truth off the airwaves!

MA: I knew it! PVW's brass is keeping the TV audience intentionally
stupid!

AML: How else d'ya think a guy like Chip Lester scores a wife like him
if that gal ain't as dumb as a loada bricks!

MA: It all makes sense... PS: Chip's wife - call me!

JM: And... the HEAT are still waiting for their opponents to make it
to the ring; where did you find these two slobs anyhow, Arvelle?

[The camera changes to the two fat guys making their way to the ring.
The scooter tries valiantly to move but it seems to have died, whining
in moral terror as it's little scooter wheels give out on it too. The
fatter guy (kind of) is walking but he is completely drained and stops
to take a lard break. Yes, he's drinking from a bucket that has LARD
written on it. Oh, and DING DING DING the match has started.]

JM: ARVELLE!

AML: I'm a licensed timekeeperologist, Morgan! I reckon that by my
watch 87 matches could have happened as we wait for them chicken LEECH
boys to get to the ring.

JM: Where do you find these guys?

AML: Crai... creating the greatest tag team tournament in the world
attracts talent - you know, that thing you ain't got Morgan!

MA: Arvelle, answer me this question: why are Max and Sal ducking you?

AML: Great question: because them two Yankees is scared of the truth.
They know the HEAT has never lost a match to them fairly, ever!
They're ducking us and not giving us a fair shake at the titles...
'cuse me...


!!! DING DING DING !!!


AML: THE WINNERS OF THE MATCH VIA COUNT OUT: THE HEEEEEEEEEEEEEAT!

[Before The HEAT can celebrate, two masked men (what is it with
masks?!) one wearing a Nixon mask and the other wearing a Mao mask,
rush the HEAT! The two teams scrum it up with creepy guy and Florine
trying to make it out of the ring with the trophy! Maxime is thrown
out of the ring by Nixon while Mao has tripped PACO and grabs hold of
the trophy!]

AML: NOooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! It's gotta be them
cheaters! Someone stop those thieves! HELP! POLICE!

[Yep, those two masked guys have run off with that gigantic, 5
trophies big trophy. Arvelle sobs on camera as he joins the HEAT in
mourning the loss of their HIT trophy... again.]

JM: Folks, I think I can speak for all of us when I say that this...

[Arvelle comes back and he's livid.]

AML: IS A TRAVESTY OF JUSTICE! How dare PVW allow thieves within its
midst! Josh, empty out your pockets this instant! I bet you were in on
this from the get go!

JM: What the h...

AML: You're jealous of The HEAT, like Sal and Max! THE HIT will go on
and you two pork loving mama's boys best bring us back our trophy!

MA: Get on your phone Joshua and call security! It's your job to make
sure that trophy returns to the HEAT!

JM: My job? Why is it my job, Matt?

MA: Cause you can't get my name right!

JM: Well Matt here calms down let's go to Sir Tyler Holbridge.

MA: Oh you can get his name right!

[Crossfade to the backstage area, where Sir Tyler Holbridge stands in
the PVW Interview Center~! With Jessica "Fatality" Marshall, who is
holding a clipboard and positively beaming.]

STH: Sir Tyler Holbridge here, in the backstage area with Jessica
Marshall, who I'm told is about to make a substantial offer. Miss
Marshall, if you will.

JFM: Thank you, Tyler. Recently, I have made the decision to scout the
newest members of the PVW ranks with an eye towards talent
acquisition. It's obvious that PVW is going toward some kind of gang
warfare mentality, with people banding together to not just ward off
HOPE, but also to garner more power for themselves. It would just not
be smart for me if we didn't follow suit.

As you may have seen, I approached Heath Dawson about possibly working
together. Heath has shown in a short time that he's someone with a
large upside, and someone who could use some advice and managerial
expertise.

STH: What I saw was you giving Dawson a sum of cash, Miss Marshall,
which sounds a lot like bribing to me. And to someone who attacked
YOUR charge, no less.

[Fatality does not argue the point.]

JFM: We call that a show of good faith, Tyler. And as to your other
point, it's not every day that someone with virtually no history or
reputation has the guts to take out a decorated ring veteran like the
Mercenary. That's someone who has the gumption to make waves, Tyler,
that's someone who could blossom into a future champion. And with my
guidance, I am guaranteeing it.

STH: That's particularly bold, Miss Marshall.

[Fatality just grins.]

JFM: You've got to go out on a limb to make waves, Tyler.

STH: Heath Dawson, your thoughts.

[Dawson walks into screen, dressed to wrestle and wearing a sleeveless
black shirt.]

HD: I could not agree more. I am most definitely a future champion in
waiting.

[Fatality nods and pats Dawson on the shoulder as the crowd boos in
the arena.]

HD: But splitting the profit just isn't something I'm interested in.
I've had enough people like you, enough leeches and band wagon jumpers
to last a lifetime. I'm no fool, I know what you're all about. You'll
bleed me dry until the next hot thing comes along, and then ditch me
on the side of the road.

Not gonna happen girlie, not to me. So no thanks, not interested,
here's your money back.

[Dawson flicks a white envelope at Fatality, who is not exactly
pleased right now.]

HD: Whatever success I have, I'm gonna own it. I'm gonna be in
control. I'll find the best deal for me, I'll do my own bidding. And
you better believe, if and when I grab that big gold belt, the only
other person I'll be thanking is Jesus. Certainly not you, or anyone
like you.

[Dawson points a finger at her.]

HD: I don't do the woman hitting thing, so keep your pachuli stink
away from me. You barge in on me again in the locker room and I'll
call security. We clear?

[And without waiting for an answer, Dawson turns and leaves, as the
fans cheer for him in the arena as we crossfade back to announce
table.]

MA: Not a smart move by Heath Dawson at all. Jessica Marshall has been
known to hold a grudge or two in her lifetime.

JM: We'll see Heath Dawson in action on Heatwave as he teams with
Supreme Wright and Erich Seiger to take on Adrian Freeman, Kevin
Quartermann and Chance Holiday. What a match that will be.

MA: But now that Jessica Marshall has been scorned will she play a
role in the match? And what about the stipulation that Supreme Wright
cannot touch Adrian Freeman is he wants a rematch with him?

JM: That match is a powder keg waiting to explode.

MA: That match might be a powder keg but our next match has a man who
has exploded into the real deal in the PVW, Christopher Black.

JM: The real deal ... try a real ass!

MA: Language Joshua.

HD: Introducing first, entering the ring at six foot eight and 277
pounds...

[The lights go out in the arena.]

FEMALE VOICE:  Naaaaaaaaa-aaahhhhhhhh

[Fans begin clamoring as the white lights under the entrance area
shine upward.]

FEMALE VOICE:  Naaaaaaaaa-aaahhhhhhhh

HD: Coming from Parts Unknown, THIS IS ....


!!! TALION !!!


[The opening guitar riffs of "Whatever" by Our Lady Peace begin to
blare out over the PA system. Through the curtain steps a massive,
masked man. He is chiseled and muscular as the lights shine around
him. The lights in the arena come back up as Talion steps down the
ramp in his black singlet, boots and black mask with white outlines
around the eyes, nose and mouth, and begins greeting fans near the
entrance aisle. He slaps a few hands and nods to the fans as he makes
his way to the ring. He reaches the ring and steps inside. He clasped
his hands together as the crowd cheers for him and he says thank you
to the ringside crazies as he awaits his opponent.]

HD: And his opponent...

[The crowd begins to pour out boos for the man who steps out from the
curtain as Painkiller by The Freestylers (Feat. Pendulum and SirReal)
streams forth from the PA, while red lights shine up at the scruffy,
leather clad "Bad Wolf" himself, Christopher Black. He stares into the
ring with an intense scowl, hands on his hips as the LARGE form of
Jacob Rose takes his place beside Black.]

HS: ...Accompanied to the ring by his accountant, Jacob Rose. And
making his way to the ring from Lancaster, in Lancastershire,
England...this is The Bad Wolf  ...


!!! CHRISTOPHER BLACK !!!


[Black bolts into a near sprint to the ring just as the pounding drums
of his music begin to speed into a blur, his massive accountant
jogging slowly behind him. Black rolls under the bottom rope of the
ring, and takes to his feet. He glares holes through Talion while
pacing back and forth, lips flapping a constant stream of invective.]

MA: Well, there we go! Just look at Black there...he's looking to find
that killer instinct.

JM: Talion's shown his mettle here in his first match against a true
star of this company. But if Black can regain that edge, this new
competitor will learn firsthand why he's called Bad Wolf!

MA: Because he still doesn't use the paper. And he eats small animals.

JM: Not exactly what I was thinking, but okay. Let's go with that.

[Rose is seen whispering into the ear of his boss, who begins to ready
himself for the bell.]

MA: Looks like Black just frothing at the bit for this to get started.

JM: Well, he's going to get his chance now!


============================================
SHOCKWAVE: SINGLES MATCH

TALION v. CHRISTOPHER BLACK
============================================


!!! DING DING DING !!!


JM: There's the bell! Both men turned loose in the center of the ring
now, Matthew. And what's this? Talion extending a hand to Black!

MA: Good move, bright boy. Just give Black a shot right here! Wait did
you finally call me Matthew?

[Sure enough, Talion approaches Black and extends his right hand to
the Englishman, who's definitely having none of it. He shoots the
Masked one a "What the hell?" look.]

MA: Black doesn't want any part of this. He clearly wants to get the
fight started! Look at him, Joshua!

JM: Well, Black has been trying to regain something of an edge here
so...WHOA! Black just slaps Talion right in the mouth. And he's
saying, "Let's go!"

[Talion jumps back from the slap, briefly startled from the blatant
show of disrespect. He holds a hand to his face, nodding to Black. He
then gets into his ready stance.]

JM: Talion ready to go now. Both men just sizing each other up now.

MA: And you gotta wonder what Black has in mind for the new guy,
Joshua. Black gives up way too much size here.

[Both men cautiously inch to the center of the ring, staring each
down. Black crouches into an amateur wrestling stance, as does Talion.
The two maneuver around the center of the ring now, trying to find
some sort of opening.]

JM: Both of them trying to gain some sort of advantage here as they
circle the...Talion with a clinch attempt, but ducked by Black! Black
twisted underneath the large opponent to cinch up the rear
waistlock...

[Black tries to lift Talion up for perhaps a German Suplex, but Talion
struggles and keeps his feet planted. The Masked One then reverses
Black's hold, powering his way into a hammerlock, on Black, who snarls
in pain.]

[Talion forces the hold tighter now, nearly forcing Black to a knee.]

JM: Well, you were right about that! Talion using his power to reverse
Black's holds here in the opening minutes.

MA: Can he keep it up though, you wonder?

JM: If anyone can take this new competitor to his limits, it's Black.

[Almost on cue, Black drops down, tripping the larger man down with a
drop toe hold. Black capitalizes immediately, turning to catch
Talion's leg in a half-crab hold.]

MA: Black trying to take away the legs of the larger man, Joshua. He
knows all that power doesn't mean a damn thing when you can't stand
up!

JM: And Black, he- Look at that viciousness coming out, Matt! Black
just SLAMMING Talion's knee into the ground!

[Talion cries out as The Bad Wolf picks up his leg, while still locked
into the half-crab, and repeatedly slams it into the canvas!]

MA: That's right, Talion! You wanted a good fight? Well, here it is!

[As Anderson chuckles smarmingly at himself, we can see Talion's left
leg find purchase underneath Black. Talion straightens his leg now,
the force of it launching Black off of the downed wrestler.]

JM: Talion didn't come here to play. And he's showing it here, folks!
Look at how quickly he gets back to his feet after that.

[Talion shakes his right leg a bit, stretching it out while once more
circling around Talion. They clinch up again, and once more, Black
moves underneath Talion to lock in the rear waistlock. Talion however,
reverses it into a waistlock of his own. And then...]

JM: Talion with the reversal on Black...and OH MY! He just about THREW
Black like a ragdoll with that German Suplex! But Black...HE LANDS ON
HIS FEET! He's behind Talion now! And...

MA: Owwwwwww! Talion just took that shoulder tackle flush against his
back! And he just fell onto the ring ropes. Look at that Josh! You see
how Black takes advantage?

JM: Looks like he's just choking him in the ring ropes...

[Sure enough, Black is doing just that, forcing Talion's throat
against the second rope. The ref goes over to make the count, but is
suddenly distracted by...]

JM: Rose! Jacob Rose is on the ring apron now, forcing the referee to
back him away from the ring. And Black free to choke Talion as much as
he likes.

[Not for long though, as Talion begins to pull himself up from the
ropes. Black tries his best to keep Talion down, mostly with a flurry
of kicks and axehandle shots to the back of the large man. But it is
to no avail, as Talion stands to his full height, and turns back to
face the Wolf.]

MA: Hmm...gotta wonder if having a bad attitude is what it'll really
take to overcome the power of the new guy!

[Talion rushes Black with a clothesline...but Black ducks underneath
it, countering with a kick to the gut. As Talion hunches over, Black
takes the right arm of Talion, and falls straight backward, planting
Talion into the mat with a single-arm DDT.]

JM: Nice impact move from the Wolf here! And look at the follow
through on this, Matt...as Black locks Talion up in an armbar.

MA: figures you'd only get the name right once. They're too close to
the ropes though. Talion should be able to reach for them no problem.

JM: Well, judging from the way Black keeps kicking Talion right in the
face, I don't think he cares about that.

[Sure enough, Black is liberally pelting the masked face of Talion
with a series of piston like kicks. Talion tries to reach for the
ropes, but each impact brings his free arm instinctively back to cover
his face.

Meanwhile, the ref makes his way over to the two men, but is once more
distracted by the large accountant Rose, who rolls under the ropes
into the ring.]

MA: Of course he doesn't care. Not with a guy like Rose backing him
up...

JM: Oh no! Talion's hand just reached the bottom rope! But nobody
around to see it! Come on, ref!

MA: You know he isn't though. That's why guys like Rose are here- to
make sure that the refs see only what they want them to see.

JM: Be that as it may, it's still not exactly by the book. But wait-
what's going on here?

MA: What do you think? The Bad Wolf wants to put a lot more hurt on
Talion before finishing things!

[Black releases the hold, and picks Talion up to his feet. As Rose
leaves the ring, the ref returns to the action...in time to see...]

JM: And Wolf whipping Talion into the ropes...Talion over...OH! Black
just has Talion reeling with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker!

MA: Exactly. And Talion's size a much larger disadvantage there as it
was his weight that really added to the impact of that one!

JM: Oh he doesn't have to...look at Black, Matthew! He's just kicking
away at the arms and shoulders of Talion!

MA: But now he's going for the pin!

[Yes, Black has Talion covered for the pin now. The ref goes to make
the count...]


!!!ONE !!!



!!! TWO !!!



!!! TH- !!!


JM: Talion not out of it yet. Look at him kick out of that pin
attempt!

MA: Black just about sent flying out of his boots here. But he's still
got the advantage here!

[Black is very nearly frothing now when the ref signals that Talion
had in fact, kicked out of the pin. Black still has the momentum here,
and he uses it, floating right onto Talion with a fierce standing
elbow drop to the throat!]

MA: GACK! Look at Talion! He's flopping just like a little fishy!

JM: The force of that elbow drop would do that to most competitors,
Matt. Black not letting up though! He's got a front chancery locked on
the neck of Talion. Black...standing him up...and sending Talion off
his feet with vicious knee shots!

[Black has the hold clinched tight around Talion's neck, and is
peppering his midsection with hard kneelifts. He then positions Talion
in the center of the ring, and whips Talion into the far ropes...]

JM: Talion off the ropes now into a - NO! Lariat attempt ducked by
Black! Talion now coming off the other side...OUCH! Met with a kick to
the midsection by Black! Black's now just decking The Masked Warrior
again! Stiff left hooks right in Talion's face!

MA: He needs to do as much damage as he can as quickly as he can,
before Talion tips the scale with his power.

[Black grabs Talion's right arm, twisting it into a hammerlock. The
Bad Wolf gives Talion another kick to the gut for good measure and
then scoops the larger man in his arms...]

MA: Well, Well, WELL!!!

JM: The WOLF'S BANE! He hit Talion with one of his signature moves!
And listen to that crowd boo!

*YOU SUCK, BLACK!*

*C'MON TALION!*

[The fans spew more invectives at the Wolf and give him the thumbs
down, but Black's head in a whole other place now. He hooks Talion's
leg, and locks in Talion's already hurting right arm...]

MA: FRENZY! He's got it! Talion has to find a way to break the hold!

JM: You called it! He's got to find his strength now, and reach those
ropes.

[Talion bellows in pain as Black locks in his submission hold. The
fallen Talion drags both men closer to the ropes. Black tries to pull
him back, but to no avail as his foe still has more than enough power
to carry himself to the ropes. Talion reaches out with his left arm,
and finds the ropes.]

JM: Uh-oh...no Rose to distract the ref here. And he's making the
count!

*ONE!*

*TWO!*

MA: Is Rose trying to talk Black into letting go?

JM: Looks that way to me!

*THREE!*

JM: Referee pointing out that Black can be disqualified here...

*FOUR!*

[Then...just as the referee is about to signal the five count...]

JM: Black FINALLY letting go of the hold! But you have to think that
the damage has been done, Matt.

MA: MATTHEW! Got that right. Black has definitely brought the fight
here to the new guy tonight.

[Black pulls Talion back to his feet, and cinches him up for a...]

JM: OHHHH! Black with a quick belly to belly suplex! And Talion on his
back yet again! Black with the cover...


!!! ONE !!!



!!! TWO !!!


MA: Talion ain't done yet. He keeps kicking out!

JM: Black doesn't seem to mind. He's even smiling!

[Sure enough. Black has a sick smile on his lips as he picks Talion up
one more time. This time, Talion lashes out blindly, delivering
punches to Black's stomach.]

JM: Black taken off his feet with those blows! And Black knows he has
to do something here...and here it is! Full nelson into...

MA: DRAGON SUPLEX!

JM: YES IT IS! He's got the bridge! This could be it!


!!! ONE !!!



!!! TWO !!!


[The crowd cheers loudly as Talion gets his foot on the ropes!]

JM: And just LISTEN to that crowd! Win or lose, you cannot deny the
spirit within Talion.

MA: No, I have to give him that. But is it enough? Right now, I have
to say 'no'.

[And then, Black argues with the ref, demanding an explanation. The
ref signals that Talion's foot was on the ropes. Black gets into the
referee's face, nearly striking him. Meanwhile...]

JM: Talion struggling to take to his feet! But there he is. He's
standing once more! And the fans are cheering him on!

[The fans take to their feet now, cheering the new arrival on as he
wobbles to a standing position.]

MA: Oh he's not going to be up for long. Black's about to hit
something here. He's preparing for it!

[Indeed, Black hovers in front of Talion measuring him up for a
running forearm smash. He takes off at speed towards the staggered
Talion...]

JM: Black looking to - NO! Talion with a kneelift to the running
Black! And Black taken off his feet with that power!

[As Black lurches forward in pain, Talion reaches behind Black and
spins him around...]

JM: Talion with a series of punches now! Left jab! Right jab! OHHHHH!
Black reeling with a European uppercut!

MA: He's gotta have more than that if he hopes to win this one,
Joshua.

JM: I have to agree with you there.

[Talion very nearly DECAPITATES poor Black with a running clothesline.
But, instead of making the cover, Talion lifts Black to his feet.
Black tries to counter with a punch of his own...but Talion blocks it
and grabs the extended arm of Bad Wolf, following up with...]

MA: Short-Arm Clothesline! That's two times in a row Black's been
taken down with that move!

JM: And now the cover from Talion!


!!! ONE !!!



!!! TWO !!!


[The crowd buzzes as Jacob Rose once again pulls himself on the
apron.]

JM: And there's Rose again...back up to grab the referee's attention.
Talion's setting Black up aga-

MA: OH YEAH! Look at that eyepoke! The Wolf ain't done yet.

JM: True...Black trying to whip Talion into the turnbuckle-REVERSED BY
TALION! Talion trying another short-arm laria- WHOA! BLACK DUCKED
UNDER IT! And Black with yet another whip...Talion going...but NO!

MA: Another reversal! And Black's flying torso first into the
turnbuckle!

[Black's face and torso impact the corner with a sick thud. He keeps
his footing however, staggering backwards into the waiting arms of
Talion, who...]

MA: Talion's got the waist locked now...and I think this one's over,
Joshua!

JM: You're right! Black just got SPIKED with a tilt-a-whirl
piledriver!

[Talion drops down to make the cover.]


!!! ONE !!!



!!! TWO !!!


JM: Rose! He's got Black's leg! And he placed it on the rope! Talion
forced to break the cover!

MA: But Black's out of it right now. Boy just got spiked into a coma!

JM: And Talion agrees with you! He's turning to the crowd now! And
he's signaling that he's going to end this one right now!

[Suddenly, just as Talion turns to the crowd to signal his intention
of ending this match now...]

JM: Wait! What's Rose doing up on the ring apron? He's got the referee
out of position!

MA: Hey! Pay attention, referee ... the action's IN the ring, you
know.

[In the ring, Black is still leaning against the ropes in a seeming
daze, his right hand reaching into his jeans.]

JM: What is Black reaching for?

MA: His courage?

JM: And Talion over to Black now, looking to end...NO! BLACK JUST
NAILED TALION WITH AUTHORITY!

[Oh, yeah...he pasted Talion with a solid uppercut. Talion staggers
back into the ropes behind him, but does not fall down. He instead
stumbles off the ropes right back toward Black.]

MA: Talion got punched retarded by The Bad Wolf! And coming back for
mo - OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHH! HELL!

[Black is seen cocking his right fist behind him, laying in wait for
his quarry as Talion obliviously stumbles toward the waiting Wolf.
Just as Talion gets within range, Black just about LEVELS Talion with
a stiff right cross. However...

JM: I can't believe this...how...? Talion ISN'T DOWN!

MA: Oh he's definitely out, Morgan. Don't be getting your hopes up or
anything!

JM: You're probably right, Matt. Talion just wobbling on his knees
now. And Black now readying for yet another shot!

[Black makes a big show of his finishing blow, dropping down low to
get more power behind the blow. Just as he winds up to deliver the
killer punch, he turns suddenly in surprise, seeing his assault
blocked by...]

JM: Black surprised here by the referee! He's got that arm blocked!
And he's signaling for the bell!

MA: Why? What just happened?

[Well, your guess is as good as mine. The referee makes his way over
to Talion, Black beside him the whole way, demanding an answer from
the official.]


!!! DING  DING  DING !!!


MA: Looks like...

JM: It is! The referee is raising Talion's arm! He's the winner of
this match!


HD: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner as a result of a
disqualification ...


!!! TALION !!!


MA: Disqualification? What why? Someone check his hand! Black must
have hid a weapon in his jeans! He's going to...

JM: He just did. Black loses by disqualification! And what's he...

MA: What's wrong with you! Can't I finish my own sentences without you
jabbering away?

[Talion is now on his hands and knees, reaching to the ropes for
leverage. Black is right there though, cutting him off. The referee
tries vainly to stop the Wolf now, being pushed into the near
turnbuckle for his effort.]

MA: Oh hell...Black's gone. He just doesn't give a damn anymore.

JM: The Bad Wolf is standing over Talion, and is just taunting him
now. Look at him taunt Talion; Just waving that right hand in the
masked man's face. And what is that?

MA: Brass knuckles!

JM: THEY ARE! THAT'S why he got the DQ loss here...wait, what is he
saying to Talion?

[We don't catch exactly what Black says to Talion at that moment, but
we hear the *CRACK* as Talion is finally taken down by a HUGE right
hook to the masked warrior's chin. Hovering over him, thumping his
chest with that right hand, is Black. We can now pick up the audio
easier, as Black yells down to Talion:]

BLACK: WELCOME TO THE BIG TIME, ROOK!

MA: Look at that. Black just sent a message!

JM: Yes, but to whom?

[The screen fades to black for a split second. The following is a paid
advertisement; views expressed in the following advertisement belong
solely to the author and do not necessarily reflect the views of the
PVW or its affiliates.]

[We open in an office setting where "God Bless America" hums lightly
in the background.  From the left walks Fred Hoyle carrying his
Announcer of the Year trophy.  He places the trophy at the center of
the desk making sure the nameplate is facing the camera for all to
see.]

FH:  Hello my name is Fred Hoyle and I am telling you to vote for me
for Announcer of the Year.  Why am I telling instead of asking?

[Hoyle shrugs his shoulders.]

FH:  It's simple; who else are you going to vote for?

[Hoyle smirks.]

FH:  Now there are some rumors out there that might suggest people
would want to take their vote to some backwater Texas based hell hole,
but I ask you... do they have Fred Hoyle's class, do they have Fred
Hoyle's style, do they have this shiny trophy that symbolizing
broadcasting excellence?

[Hoyle shakes his head.]

FH:  Much like Mrs. Chip Lester says to her husband all the time...
NO!  Not voting for Fred Hoyle as announcer of the year is equivalent
to kicking puppies, sleeping with unattractive women, and voting for a
third party; it makes no sense.  These second-rate announcers, like
Matthew Anderson, deserve your vote for SECOND place, reserve your
first place votes, for a first rate announcer, Fred Hoyle.

[Hoyle beams.]

FH:  So come time I know that all you voting people out there will
make the right decision and vote Fred Hoyle as announcer of the year.
For some, it will be the first and only time you'll make the right
decision in your horrible existence of a life, so that's something,
and you don't want that to go to waste!  So do the smart thing, do the
right thing, vote Fred Hoyle as announcer of the year!

[In full tribute to Gibson Hayes we get the double V for Victory as
Hoyle's cell phone rings.  He looks at the incoming call and smirks.
Looking at the camera he mouth's CHIP'S WIFE before answering.]

FH:  Hey honey what's up I was just thinking about you...

[Hoyle voice trails off as he absent mindedly begins to polish his
trophy with his sleeve.  His voice is replaced by an announcer's
voice.]

The following has been a paid advertisement for the Vote Fred Hoyle
For Announcement of the Year, paid for by Fred Hoyle.

[Crossfade back to the announcers table where Matthew Anderson is
chuckling to himself.]

JM: Why are you laughing?

MA: Come on, Joshua. He's trying to buy votes cause he knows the fact
that he just peed himself is ruining his chances of winner the
announcer of year award.

JM: You aren't worried about this swaying the votes?

MA: Not at all, Joshua, not at all. The voters are intelligent they
can't be swayed by paid advertisements from a man who can't control
his own bladder.

[Matthew continues to laugh as Joshua tries to hide a smirk.]

JM: Up next we have Rob Cole ...

MA: A broken man and waste of a previous roster spot here in the PVW.

JM: How can you say that?

MA: The signs are all there. The shaking hands, the glazed over eyes
... his career is coming to an end and he just needs to except it
before he gets seriously hurt.

[The lights dim to black as the booming intro of "Driven" by Sevendust
can be heard through the PA system.]

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

[Mini Strobe lights rotating between blue and red flash up the
scaffolding, circling in the dark chaos of the darkened archway
illuminating the figure of a man standing in the darkness. The lights
begin flashing near the rampway off and on surrounding now the visible
figure of Larry Gionet before fading out again.]

HD:  Introducing first.  Weighing in at two-hundred and thirty-five
pounds.  From Stoughton, MA.  Here is...

!!! LARRY GIONET !!!

[Larry Gionet steps up out onto the stage as loud fireworks shoot up
in stereo bursts from either side of the stage!  He looks across the
sea of fans as a chorus of boos resonate throughout the arena.]

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

[Larry Gionet slowly walks to the ring as the boos become louder. He
wears his red and black half long tights with his name in red slash
lettering, black kneepads and black boots.  Without hesitation, he
just shrugs off the noise heard from the crowd.   With a menacing look
on his face, he stops at ringside and raises a head to stare at the
crowd with a deep stare taking in a very deep breath.  The fans become
a blur as he turns towards the ring]

Seems like it hasn't been long - I've given
(so much how could you hide)
You're sick with all the guilt you're never - forgiven
(you try to wash it away - wash it away)

[The music crashes around him as he heads for the ring steps. Climbing
the stairs, Gionet makes his way along the ring apron's edge. He looks
out across the rows of waving fans, and hand locked on the top rope,
steps inside with authority. Larry Gionet walks right across the ring
as he climbs the buckles and pounds his fists as the jeers continue
mercifully.]

(ask again) why all the dreams I had
Are now left broken
(punished for a wounded past)
Afraid to wake and find reality breathin
(why - has - life - been - taken - from - me)
I bleep up and now I live with the truth
With no reason to lie (I)

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

Feel like it hasn't been long - I'm driven
(to keep myself alive)
You're sick with all the guilty you're never - forgiven
(you'll never wash it away - wash it away)

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

JM:  Larry Gionet has really stepped up his game as of late, Matt.
His win over Phoenix was very decisive.

MA:  Decisive?  I call it complete.

HD:  His opponent!

["Rumatahatta" - Sepultura comes over the PA as the crowd cheers.]

HD:  From Hudson Valley, New York and weighing in at two-hundred and
eighty-six pounds.  Here is...


!!! ROB COLE !!!

[Cole emerges from the entrance portal and makes his way to the ring.
Fans reach out to slap his hand.  Cole reaches out, but doesn't bother
taking his gaze from the ring.  Cole gets to the ring and slides in
under the bottom rope, popping up to one knee.]

JM:  Rob Cole looks ready to go, Matt.


============================================
SHOCKWAVE: SINGLES MATCH

ROB COLE v. LARRY GIONET
============================================


!!! DING DING DING !!!


[Gionet and Cole lock eyes from their positions in the ring.]

MA: I swear I will have you fired if you don't get my name right.
Classic brawler versus technician, Joshua.  Talk about a big contrast
in styles.

JM:  Rob Cole and Larry Gionet are about to lock up.

MA:  You have to wonder at what percentage Cole is running at.  His
brutal war with William Craven at Boiling Point Two affected him.
That has to give Gionet a huge advantage tonight.

JM:  No doubt about that.

[Cole moves to the center of the ring while Gionet stays in his
corner.  Mark Barnett signals for the bell.  "DING.  DING.  DING."
Gionet slowly comes out of his corner, circling around the ring with
Cole.]

JM:  The official has signaled for the bell.

MA:  Larry Gionet has compiled quite a list of broken bodies left in
his wake.  Phoenix was his last victim.  Gionet has to be a shark
smelling blood in the water at this point.

[Cole and Gionet lock up into a collar-and-elbow tieup.  Both men
jockey for position for a moment, before Cole gets the advantage and
forces Gionet back into the corner.  Barnett immediately calls for the
break.  Both combatants slowly break the lockup with Cole backing
away.]

JM:  Mark Barnett calls for the clean break.  Cole backs away.

[Gionet steps forward, looking to drive his knee into Cole's
midsection.  Cole is ready for the knee, and blocks the attempt.  He
holds onto the knee, backing up to extend Gionet's leg fully.  Gionet
hops, waiting for the right moment to strike and finally sees it.
Gionet hops up with his free leg, trying to deliver an enzugiri.  Cole
ducks the attempt.  Gionet lands on his stomach, and quickly gets to
his feet, staying crouched.  Cole backs away slowly, giving the PVW
Warrior room to maneuver out of the corner.]

JM:  Quick exchange right there with neither man coming out on top.

MA:  You have two veterans in the ring with over twenty-five years of
experience put together.  Don't look for rookie mistakes from either
of these two men.  I'll point out what I said earlier.  Rob Cole is
not at one-hundred percent.  His long war with Craven took a lot out
of the man.  I'm talking mentally, physically, and spiritually.

JM:  I don't doubt that one bit.

[Gionet gets to his feet, and he and Cole begin the process over.
They lock up in another tie-up, but Cole quickly grabs the arm and
twists underneath into a top wirstlock.  Gionet pats his arm and then
reverses the wristlock into one of his own.  Gionet quickly moves
behind Cole and into a hammerlock.]

JM:  We're seeing Cole trying to wrestle with Gionet.  This may not be
the best idea.

MA:  It's not a good idea at all, Joshua.  Rob Cole is a brawler.  His
career is defined by levels of violence, not crisp wrestling action.
Attempting to go hold-for-hold with Gionet is a fool's gambit.

JM:  No doubt about that, Matt.

MA:  I'm a former wrestler, Joshua. I know these things.  I can offer
better insight into this sort of stuff than you can. And I swear I
hate you, you call Sir Tyler by his full name!

[Cole pats his shoulder looking left and right before finally stepping
underneath the hammerlock.  Instead of a reversal, he lets go of
Gionet's arm and drives a forearm into Gionet's kidneys.  Cole quickly
drives in another forearm and then applies a front chancery.  Gionet
has no time to block as Cole snaps him up and over to the mat.]

JM:  Quick snap suplex by the former World champion.  It looks like
the feeling out process is over.

[Cole quickly moves into a side-mount position and drives a knee into
Gionet's ribcage.  Cole lifts himself up and drives a second knee into
Gionet's ribcage and quickly follows it with a third.  Cole grabs
Gionet's arm and applies a top wristlock, pushing up on the arm and
using his right knee to keep Gionet's lower body from moving.]

JM:  Cole now using tactics we've seen from Larry Gionet.  He's going
right after the ribs.

MA:  This only proves Cole isn't at his peak, Joshua.  He's wrestling
this match on Gionet's terms.  We've seen what Gionet can do, but
apparently Rob wasn't watching that match with Phoenix.

JM:  Cole just continues to stretch and expose those ribs.  He's
slowly trying to stretch out Gionet in that seated position, forcing
Gionet to struggle for breath.

[Gionet struggles to fight up, but Cole slips forward and snaps Gionet
back into position.]

MA:  We've heard Cole lately.  He's gone from the "monster under the
bed" to a whimpering crybaby who's full of remorse.  Craven broke Rob
Cole at Boiling Point.

[Cole transitions his knee a little to brace his hold.  Gionet
struggles to birng himself down beneath the leverage, trying to force
Cole to either transition his weight or loose the hold.  The former
World champion braces himself and slowly cranks the PVW Warrior upward
again, keeping Gionet from ducking too low.]

JM:  Cole keeps the leverage applied.

MA:  Cole is using basic wrestling, Joshua.  We're used to blood and
guts that it's easy to forget Rob Cole does know basic wrestling.
He's competed in technical matches, so he knows the basic difference
between a headlock and an armbar.

JM:  Fantastic insight, Matt.

MA:  Let me add some more to it.  Technical wrestling isn't Cole's
forte.  He's a brawler first and foremost.  Instead of using these
wear down moves, Cole needs to club those ribs with forearms and
knees.  He's fighting on Gionet's terms, and he needs to force Gionet
to fight on his terms.

[Gionet snaps back, rolling out of the twist on the wristlock and gets
to his feet.  Cole moves up to a vertical base with the PVW Warrior
and takes Gionet back to the mat with an armdrag.  Cole sinches in an
armbar, Gionet's ribs again.  Cole holds his kneeling position for a
moment before hitting Gionet with a palm strike to the ribs.  Cole
moves right back into the armbar.  Cole goes to rise from his knee and
Gionet rolls out and gets to a vertical base.  Cole quickly moves up
to meet him.  Gionet charges in, allowing Cole to catch and start a
tilt-a-whirl motion.  Gionet uses his legs to clamp onto Cole's head
and neck, bringing Cole down with a headscissors.]

JM:  Gionet uses a headscissors to counter that tilt-a-whirl suplex
attempt!  Gionet is back to his feet, but Cole is slower to get to
his!

MA:  This is bad for Rob Cole, Joshua.

[Cole grabs the ropes to brace himself.  The camera catches a close-up
of Cole.  Cole's eyes seem hazy.  Cole blinks rapidly trying to get
the bleariness out of them.  Cole uses the ropes to keep his knees.
Cole struggles for breath and blinks in confusion.]

MA:  This is what I was afraid of, Joshua.  Look at Cole.  More damage
was done than originally thought in that match against Craven.  Cole
is showing visible signs of suffering from a concussion.

JM:  This is not good at all.

[Mark Barnett pushes Gionet back to a neutral corner and goes to check
on Cole.  Barnett leans in talking to Cole, who just continues to
stare blankly ahead.]

MA:  Rob Cole should've taken time off, but instead of that he jumps
right back into the ring.

JM:  That's why these fans love Rob Cole.  You look at any of his past
battles, he goes full tilt.

MA:  Are those fans paying for his medical bills?

JM:  Well, no.

MA:  And think of all the injuries piling up, Joshua.  Keeping adding
those up over and over again.  All those years of going full tilt have
finally caught up to him.

[Cole shakes his head a bit and pushes himself to his feet only to get
rocked by a clubbing forearm to the back of his neck.  A second
forearm shot from Gionet drops Cole to one knee.  A third forearm
forces Cole to put a hand on the mat to keep himself up.  Seeing Cole
weakened from the shots, Gionet presses the attack.  He fires in with
cross forearms to the side of Cole's head.  First a right and then a
left.  He mixes in elbow strikes along with his forearms.]

JM:  Gionet has taken control of this one.  He senses Cole is hurting
right now.  He knows something's wrong and is going to seize this
opportunity.

MA:  He knows Cole is suffering from head trauma, Joshua.  I don't
know if Gionet has ever had a concussion, but he knows the signs.  Rob
Cole is showing those signs.  Gionet is taking advantage of the
opportunity.  This explains why Cole had a different strategy starting
the match off.  He was trying to keep Gionet from taking advantage of
his obvious injury.

JM:  You have to wonder, did Rob Cole know his injuries were this bad?

MA:  Whether he did or didn't doesn't matter, Joshua.  It's too late
to do anything about it.  With Gionet's ruthlessness, you just have to
hope he's not out to make an example of Rob Cole.  A win over a former
World champion is big enough.  Destroying a former World champion?
That's a bigger feather in your cap.

[Gionet continues to deliver blow after blow to Cole's head.  Cole
covers up as best he can.  Mark Barnett tries to intervene, demanding
Gionet back off his assault.  Gionet ignores the official.  He hooks
Cole into a front-facelock and pulls Cole to his knees.  He pulls Cole
into the center of the ring and up to his feet.  Gionet keeps hold of
Cole and spins him out, dropping Cole with a spinning neckbreaker.]

JM:  Neckbreaker by Gionet, and he makes the cover!

[Gionet makes the lateral press and hooks the far leg.  Mark Barnett
drops into position for the count, but gets to two before Cole rolls
his shoulder off the mat.]

JM:  Rob Cole gets that shoulder up.

MA:  I won't accuse Cole of being weak, but I will accuse him of being
a few fries short of a happy meal.

[Gionet gets to his feet.  He pulls Cole up to his knees and locks in
another front-facelock.  Gionet grinds down on the hold, causing Rob
Cole to get to his feet.  Gionet keeps his base wide and pushes Cole
back to the turnbuckle.  Cole wraps his arms around Gionet's waist and
spins him around and pushes the PVW Warrior back first into the
turnbuckle.  Gionet keeps grinding on the front-facelock, but Mark
Barnett is quick to call for the release when Cole grabs the middle
rope with one hand.]

JM:  Rob Cole still has his ring positioning.  He put Larry Gionet
into the turnbuckle and grabbed the middle rope to force the official
to call for the break.

MA:  All it takes is another spell, Joshua.  Concussions and prior
injuries do not just come and go.  Rob Cole has taken the abuse he
suffered at the hands of William Craven his entire career.  Think
about that for a moment.

[Gionet releases the front-facelock, trying to position his arms to
block any offense from Cole.  As soon as the hold is released, Cole
drives a shoulder into Gionet's gut.  Cole backs up and drives another
shoulder into Gionet.  Cole takes a few steps back pulling Gionet out
of the corner.  Cole scoops Gionet up onto his shoulder and takes a
few steps back before just bum rushing towards the corner and slamming
Gionet into the turnbuckle.]

JM:  You can't ever count Rob Cole out!

MA:  Only in the rare instances he's in a traditional match, you sure
can!

[Gionet hangs upside down in the corner.  Cole pulls back again and
drives another shoulder into Gionet.  Cole pulls Gionet off the
turnbuckle, letting him fall to the mat.  Cole shakes his head and
blinks rapidly before reaching down and pulling Gionet up to a
vertical base.  Cole hoists Gionet up and sets him on the top
turnbuckle.]

JM:  Two shoulders and we know what follows this!

[Cole lands a weak forearm trying to stun Gionet.  Cole places his
foot on the middle buckle and uses the top rope to pull himself up to
the middle buckle.  Cole lets go of the top rope and can't seem to
keep his balance.  He grabs the top rope again and leans down for a
moment before stepping off the buckle with one foot.  Gionet lands an
elbow trying to back Cole up.  Cole lands two forearm shots and then
climbs back up to the middle turnbuckle again.]

MA:  Cole lost his balance the first time.  He's trying to get up
there again.  He needs another plan.  He's too hard-headed to play it
safe, Joshua.  That's why he's in his current situation.

JM:  Cole is looking for a high-risk move.  I have to agree, Matt,
this isn't the best idea.

[Cole pauses, breathing heavily and gripping the top rope to keep his
balance.  The crowd groans as Cole is shoved unceremoniously down to
the mat.  Cole lands on his back, the back of his head bouncing off
the mat.  Gionet sits on the top turnbuckle staring down at Cole, who
rolls onto his stomach and grabs the back of his head.]

JM:  Rob Cole is in bad shape, Matthew.  He couldn't keep his balance
on that middle turnbuckle.  Larry Gionet just had to shove him off of
it.

MA:  Think about how many people Cole has brutalized over the years,
Joshua.  Cole didn't care if he got hurt so long as he hurt his
opponents.  How many people has he put out of Phoenix Valley?  How
many careers has he ended?  You reap what you sow, and Cole is getting
paid back in spades finally.

[Gionet stands up on the middle turnbuckle and measures Cole up.
Gionet leaps off and connects with an elbowdrop to the back of Cole's
head and neck.  Gionet rolls Cole over onto his back making the
lateral press.  Barnett drops into position and slaps the mat three
times.  The crowd groans and then cheers when Barnett raises his hand
up signaling just a two count.]

JM:  Rob Cole was able to keep from being pinned there.

MA:  At this point, Cole is just barely hanging on, Joshua.  He needs
to stay down.  His pride won't let him do that.

JM:  Not pride, Matt.  His drive won't let him do that.  He's a
fighter.  He's fought since first stepping foot in a wrestling ring.
It's all he knows.

MA:  Someone needs to teach him the lesson that "discretion is the
better part of valor."

[Gionet checks with Barnett to make sure the count was two.  Gionet
reaches down and pulls Cole to a vertical base before putting him into
an inverted facelock.  Gionet drops to one knee, bringing Cole's neck
down across it.  He pushes back to his feet, bringing Cole up to a
vertical base.  As both men rise, Gionet transitions into a waistlock
and dumps Cole on the back of his neck with a release German suplex.]

MA:  How much more can this make take?

JM:  We've seen Rob Cole in worse situations.

[Gionet gets to his feet, backing away from Cole.  Cole rolls to his
stomach and crawls to the ropes.  He reaches up, using the middle rope
to get to his knees.  He reaches up to the top rope and pulls himself
to his feet, staggering a few steps before dopping back to one knee.
He pulls himself back up as Gionet delivers another elbow to Cole's
head.  Cole successfully blocks the next elbow strike, but Gionet
catches Cole with a quick knee to the gut.]

JM:  Rob Cole can't protect himself in there!

[Cole falls down, arms and throat draped over the middle rope.  His
eyes are unfocused.  He's pale.  He's sweating profusely.  Gionet
pushes down on Cole's back before charging across the ring.  Gionet
rebounds and charges at Cole, leaping and landing right on the
Outcast's back.]

MA:  Welcome to the fall of Rob Cole and the rise of Larry Gionet in
Phoenix Valley, Joshua!

[Gionet backs off as Cole gasps for breath.  Cole leans further out of
the ring and vomits.  The fans on that side of the ring let out a
collective gasp.]

MA:  Urmph!

JM:  Oh my!  Rob Cole is in bad shape!

[Barnett stares over the top rope in disbelief.  Gionet looks at the
mess and senses victory is at hand.  He grabs Cole by the hair.  He
pulls Cole off the middle rope and to a vertical base.  He uses a
gutwrench to bring Cole vertical to the mat.  Once vertical, he drops
to his knees and STUFFS Cole's head into the mat.]

JM:  Larry Gionet hit it!  He just hits Darkness Falls!

[Gionet makes the cover, neglecting to hook the leg.  He shouts over
at Mark Barnett.  Barnett drops into position and administers the
three count.  "DING.  DING."  Larry Gionet gets to his feet and raises
his arms in victory.]

HD:  The winner of the match... LARRY GIONET!

["Driven" by Sevendust starts up.  Gionet moves over towards the side
of the ring where Cole vomited.  He looks over the top rope and shakes
his head.  He walks to the other side and exits the ring.]

MA:  I think I'm going to be sick, Joshua.

JM:  Rob Cole is in worse shape than we thought.  Mark Barnett is
attending to him right now.  We'll see if we can't get word on what
exactly is wrong with him tonight.  Rob Cole's condition gave Larry
Gionet a huge advantage.

[Suddenly the arena goes dark.]

MA: Are we in San Francisco?

[The crowd buzzes in confusion for a few moments before an errie
sounding cackle comes forth over the arena's sound system.]

Voice: Robert ... Robert ... Robert ... I told you ... I told you were
broken ... a shell of your former self.

[The errie voice is easily recognized as the one that has been
tormenting Robert Cole for the past few months. A lone spotlight
shines on Rob Cole who is leaning on the ring ropes with assistance
from Mark Barnett.]

Voice: It wasn't easy to fight the shaking ... fight the doubt that
was in your mind each and every second was it?

[Rob Cole slowly moves his head side to side trying to find where the
voice is coming from.]

Voice: I could see you struggling, Robert ... trying to get the job
done ... trying to prove to yourself that you still have it ... But
look at yourself Robert ... trying to stand ... fighting with your
body as it wants to collapse ... wants to rest ... but you can't allow
it can you Robert ... you can't as your son will think you are a
failure ... you're wife won't view you as a man ...

[Anger wells in the eyes of Rob Cole but still the source of the voice
can not be seen.]

Voice: I can see your anger Robert ... I can see your pride ... I can
see them getting the best of you once again ...

[The voice cackles once again.]

Voice: But where Robert? Where do you direct your anger?

[Still more cackling.]

Voice: It's hard for you isn't ... hard for you think ... who could
have you wronged so greatly? Who could you have hurt so much that they
would enjoy each second of this? Who Robert ... Who?!

[The cackling once again commences.]

Voice: Who would enjoy seeing you struggle to stand? Who would enjoy
watching your hands shake uncontrollably? Who would enjoy knowing that
your memory isn't what it once was ... You can't hide the symptoms ...
You forced them upon me ... now you have to suffer them Robert ...
suffer them like I did!

But Robert who am I? Am I you? Did you suffer another mental break?

[Rob Cole just stares forward.]

Voice: You didn't know it was you last time ... is it possible? Or am
I someone you know well?

[A red spotlight shines in the ring and standing in it is a nearly
seven foot man wearing the black X mask, a black t-shirt that reads
Franchise and blue jeans. He has a chain wrapped around his right hand
just staring at Rob Cole. The crowd screams loudly and Rob Cole turns
around to see the man just standing there.]

JM: WHO IS THAT!?!

[Cole stumbles back into the ropes as he just stands at the behemoth
of a man. The voice cackles once again throughout the arena.]

Voice: I have a long reach Robert ...

[The red spotlight suddenly turns off and as it does the lights return
to the arena. The figure is gone from the ring, only Rob Cole stands
there.]

MA: Rob Cole looked like he saw a ghost ...

JM: For all we know it could have been! He was there one moment and
gone the next!

MA: Fans, while Rob Cole is slowly making his way from the ring I'm
being told The Berserkers are backstage.

[Cut backstage to the ASLL Tag Team Champions ... Doom and Wolf, known
to the world as the Berserkers!]

Wolf: In just a few short moments we will be headed out for the
toughest match in our careers.  Tonight is why we entered the PVW.  We
have sought out the best tag teams in the world to take on and they
don't get any better then Max and Sal.

[Respectful words coming from the ASLL Tag Team Champions.  Wolf
unhooks the ASLL tag team title around his waist and extends his big
right arm towards the camera shoving the ASLL title towards the
screen.]

Wolf: You see we have been wrestling both in Mexico and the United
States bashing some skulls the Berserker way with pride defending
these titles.  Tonight not only will we head down the aisle way and
defend _these_ belts ... but we have the chance at doubling up and
winning the biggest prize in this industry.

The Royal Family, The Wild Cards, The Prophets, Livestock and the
Gutch, and now Max and Sal have all wore these titles with pride.
Tradition has been forged ... A standard has been built.  It's time to
add the Berserkers name to that as PVW and ASLL's tag team champions.

[Doom takes a step forward and begins to talk.]

Doom: Max and Sal they say you are the best tag team in the world.

[Doom pauses and lets that sink in.]

Doom: We have watched you two the past few months and there is no
doubt you two are good.  We knew eventually in order to capture the
PVW tag team titles that road was going to have to go through you. The
ASLL Tag Team titles just added another element into the match. You
see _ONE_ of us tonight will truly have that opportunity to claim
being the best tag team in the world.

_Both_ tag team titles will be on the line ...  We take great pride in
wearing these.  The ASLL is a respected organization that has strong
ties to all of our homes here in the PVW.  We take representing them
very seriously.

Yet, at the same time you two have something we want very badly. Those
titles you wear around your waist is the reason we left Japan and
returned to the States.  The PVW tag team titles is what _should_
drive every single team in this company.  It is the single entity that
takes a good tag team and makes them great.

The Berserkers are great ...

Tonight in just a few minutes is our time to go out there and prove it
to the world.

[Wolf slaps his partner on the back firing him up.]

Wolf: Tonight it's not about HOPE ... Tonight it's not about Shattered
Dreams ...

Tonight is about the top two tag teams in the world stepping inside
the ring and finding out just who is the _best_.  The PVW and ASLL tag
team titles are up for grabs.  One of us leave with both titles.

Max and Sal ... Good luck.  We enter the ring tonight with respect.

[Deep breath.]

Wolf: We plan to leave as the ASLL _and_ PVW tag team champions.

[The Berserkers then turn and head off the screen as we cut back to
Joshua Morgan and Matthew Anderson.]

MA: Big words from two face painted freaks.

JM: Big words that they could very well back up here tonight! The
Berserkers have been on a tear since they debuted in the PVW and thus
far no one has been able to even slow them down. Will that change
tonight when they face the PVW Tag Team Champions of Max and Sal?

MA: We will find out in a few moments won't we, Joshua.

JM: Yes we will. And before that match begins I have just been
informed that we on the first Shockwave of the New Year we will see
Legacy square off with Sons of Anarchy.

MA: That will be the first true test for Legacy and honestly Alex
Wallace better be hoping for a New Year's miracle if he thinks Legacy
will survive a match with those men.

JM: Don't you mean win?

MA: Nope. I meant survive. The Sons of Anarchy are two nasty, vicious
men.

* DAAAAAAAA *

* DUN DUN DUNNNNN *

JM: And here come the ASLL Tag Team Champions!

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

HD: Introducing to the ring from Chicago, Illinois!  Weighing in at a
combine weight of 577 pounds.  This is 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 big men from Chicago hoist the ASLL Tag
Team Championship Belts high into the air before the two warriors
begin storming towards the ring ready for battle.]

JM: These two men have taken the PVW tag team ranks by storm. When
they were first signed no one thought they would make a real impact
but look at them now ... the ASLL tag team champions and two men who
have not backed down from a single challenge.

MA: Only cause they are two stupid not too. They have a target painted
on their backs in Mexico as they hold the titles that rightfully
belong to Los Rudos de Valentine.

JM: Rightfully?

MA: Of course rightfully. In Mexico it would have been a two out of
three falls match and these clowns stole the titles in a one fall
match. Los Rudos de Valentine were unprepared for the match. Their
translator was a two bit hack.

[Before Joshua Morgan can respond "Rock the Casbah" by the Clash
begins to paly over the arena sound system. From out of the backstage
area, through the curtain, Max Weinrib and Salih Murbark emerge as
usual dressed like the duo in "Rock the Casbah"; Sheikh and Orthodox
Rabbi. Yet, there is a slight difference as this time as Max is
wearing the Gundam Thing mask and Sal is wearing the Mister Roboto
mask, the masks they wore at Tradition Five when they first annual
HEAT Invitational Tournament.]

JM: Max and Sal paying tribute to our ASLL counterparts as they are
wearing their Manga Express masks.

MA: What is it about the PVW that has brought the mask wearing
community out in full force lately? These people understand it's just
about New Year's not Halloween don't though.

[The PVW Tag Team Champions head to the ring side area, slapping the
hands of the fans as they do so.]

JM: Oh come on Matt, you need to lighten up a bit.

MA: And you need to call me by my correct name.

[Max and Sal slide into the ring and hand referee Lou Crowe their tag
team titles. As they do so they pull the Manga Express masks off.]

MA: Oh god! Tell them to put the masks back on!

JM: MATT!

MA: MATTHEW!


=====================================================
SHOCKWAVE: TAG TEAM MATCH: TITLE v TITLE

THE BERSERKERS (c) v. MAX WEINRIB & SALIH MUBARAK (c)
=====================================================


!!! DING DING DING !!!


[Doom and Wolf both walk to the center of the ring as do Max and Sal.
The four men stare at one another for a few long moments as referee
Lou Crowe holds all four title belts high into the air.]

JM: That's what it is all about! Four men and two different sets of
championship belts. Only two of these men will be able to call
themselves the best in the world.

MA: I've heard there is a team in Texas who would probably contest
that statement, but we all know the true talent of the wrestling
industry is the HEAT!

JM: They aren't even in this match.

MA: And that's the fault of the championship committee who seems to
fail to realize that the HEAT have already beaten Max and Sal!

[Doom extends his hand towards Max who takes it and the crowd applauds
the sportsmanship all four men are showing one another.]

MA: This match isn't about respect people it's about championship
gold!

JM: It looks like Max and Wolf are going to be starting this match for
their respective teams.

[The two men circle one another for a few moments before they lock up
in the center of the ring. The two men struggle for a few moments as
they try to can the upper hand but after a few moments neither man can
gain an advantage and they release the lock up.]

JM: This is probably the first time in his PVW career that Wolf has
been matched in the strength department.

MA: Max looks at Wolf and then the ropes for a split second and Wolf
nods at him.

[Max runs to the ropes and rebounds off of the them charging into Wolf
with a full head of steam. Wolf steps back a step but remains
standing. He nods at Max, who motions for Wolf give a shot. Wolf
quickly rushes to the ropes and rebounds off of them and Max is forced
back a step but he stays on his feet.]

JM: Both men still standing after those shoulder blocks ...

MA: You have to wonder what is running through Wolf's mind as he
usually barrels his opponents down.

[Sal slaps the top turnbuckle, trying to gain the attention of Max,
who turns around and sees the hand of Sal reaching for a tag. Max
shrugs his shoulders and tags in his partner.]

JM: Sal entering the ring and is he ... oh god he's pointing at Doom.

[Max's eyes open wide as he watches his partner begging for Doom to
enter the ring. Wolf looks at Sal then looks at Doom and shrugs his
shoulders.]

MA: And here comes Doom, who makes Sal look like a munchkin.

[Sal begins to motion to the ropes and slaps his shoulder.]

JM: You've got to be kidding me. Sal wants to try to take Doom down
with shoulderblock.

[Doom nods once and motions for Sal to go ahead and try. Sal rushes to
the far side rope rebounds off of the ropes and collides into the
brick wall that is Doom. Sal staggers back a few steps as Doom remains
squarely in place. Sal slaps his shouder again daring Doom to give it
a try.]

JM: Come on Sal you can't possible think this is a good idea.

[Doom looks at Sal and smirks before rushing to the far side ropes and
charging forward. Doom collides with Sal and sends him tumbling
backwards. Sal falls through the middle rope to the floor.]

MA: I'm not even sure how he thought that was going to turn out any
different than that.

[Sal sits up and looks towards Doom who just shrugs his shoulders. Sal
looks directly at the camera and sighs. The camera picks up Sal
muttering Anyone have a suit of armor I can use?]

MA: He should be asking for a tank not just armor.

[Doom sits on the second rope and lifts the top rope up and motions
for Sal to enter the ring. The PVW tag team champion climbs the ring
steps and enters the ring. Doom looks at Sal and goes for a tie up in
the center of the ring but the smaller Sal ducks under his attempt and
quickly leaps catching Doom in the knee with a dropkick. Sal quickly
back to his feet as Doom drops to a knee. Sal grabs Doom with a side
head lock and wrenches on the side of his head.]

JM: Sal in control now with the side head lock ... well maybe not as
Doom hooks his leg and powers him into the air ...

[Sal though rotates backwards to slip out of Doom's grip and lands on
the mat behind him. Sal shoves Doom into the ropes and as he rebounds
off of the ropes he drives his forearm into the back of the bigger
man. Doom seems to shrug it off but before he is able to turn around
Sal drives another forearm into the back of Doom sending him into the
ropes.]

JM: Sal turns Doom around and forces him up against the ropes and
there's a knife edge chop.


!!! THWACK !!!
!!! THWACK !!!
!!! THWACK !!!
!!! THWACK !!!


MA: And Doom seems un-phased as he screams BOOM! Sal grabs the arm of
Doom and goes for the Irish Whip ... but Doom reverses it sending Sal
into the ropes ...

[Sal rebounds off of the ropes and slides between the legs of a
charging Doom to wind up behind him. Doom rebounds off of the ropes
and Sal lowers his head, but unfortunately for him a second early as
Doom drops a massive double sledge into the back of Sal sending him
into the mat.]

MA: Sal looks like a bug in comparison to Doom who pulls him up off of
the mat and hoists him into the air ... backbreaker!

[Sal grimaces in pain as Doom drops Sal off his knee to the mat.]

JM: And here's a early cover by Doom.


!!! ONE !!!


!!! TW - !!!


JM: Sal with a kickout after one.

MA: You can only imagine how much effort that took for Sal to shrug
off the three hundred pounder off of him.

[Doom back to his feet and he quickly reaches down and pulls the PVW
tag team champion to his feet. And whips him into the far side ropes,
as Sal hurdles towards the ropes Doom rushes to the near side ropes
gaining a head of steam and leaps ...]

JM: Leaping shoulder tackle and Sal is driven back to the mat. Doom
back up and he pulls Sal up with him ... and there's a massive
headbutt and a second one.

MA: The impact may have just knocked some sense back into Sal.

[Sal though staggers back a step or two and Doom once again tries to
lock up with Sal but Sal side steps the lock up and catches the big
man with a drop kick to the side of the head. Doom staggers a step to
the right and Sal kips back up and quickly leaps again, once again
catching Doom in the head with another dropkick.]

JM: Another dropkick and again Doom is barely staggered by the impact.
But Sal leaps towards his corner and Max is back in the match.

MA: Max rushes forward towards Doom and Doom drops his head ... huge
back body drop!

[A portion of the crowd screams BOOM as Max slams hard into the mat.
Max sits up grabbing his back as Doom turns around and reaches down
grabbing the head of Max and pulling him to his feet.]

JM: Doom scoops Max and slams the big man to the canvas!



!!! ONE !!!



!!! TWO !!!


JM: And Max kicks out. Doom slaps the mat and he's back to his feet.

[Doom with an arm wringer and pulls Wolf by his arm towards the
corner. Wolf reaches out and Doom tags in Wolf, who quickly ascends to
the top rope.]

MA: Double axe handle to the shoulder of Max.

[Max grabs his shoulder with his left arm, but Wolf quickly grabs the
right arm of Max and pulls him into his shoulder, once, twice, three
times.]

MA: Wolf working on the right shoulder of Max right now, trying to
eliminate the power game of Max and Sal. For a painted goof ball
that's not a bad strategy.

[Wolf with another arm wringer on Max and he quickly tags doom back
in. doom drives the point of his boot into the mid-section of Max
doubling him over and Doom quickly applies a front chancery and lifts
the big man up. Wolf drops to one knee and Doom falls forward sending
Max across the knee of Wolf stomach first.]

JM: The Berserkers showing great team work here tonight. You can see
how determined they are to become the PVW tag team champions.

MA: But I think that move may have hurt Wolf. Look he's grabbing his
knee slightly as he makes his way to the apron.

JM: Doom though is focused as he pulls Max up and there's a headbutt
for Max and there's another one! But Max fires back with one of his
own!

MA: Max has one of the hardest heads in the PVW, it's why everyone
calls him rockhead ...

JM: Who calls him that?

MA: Anyone with talent, which explains why Fred and yourself don't.
And the two men are just exchanging headbutts right now.

[Both men fire off a rapid succession of four headbutts, Doom shakes
his head to the side and Max takes advantage by slipping behind Doom
and applying a full nelson. Doom struggles trying to break the full
nelson and with his power he is almost able to bu Max lifts him into
the air and slams him into the mat back first.]

MA: Full nelson slam by Max and he pulls Doom up ... Scoop slam on the
three hundred pounder.

JM: Max grabs the arm Doom and tags Sal back into the match. Max drops
down and holds Doom on the mat as Sal is wasting no time as he climbs
to the top rope ... elbow drop to the chest of Doom!

[Sal pops back up to his feet and runs off the far side ropes as he
rebounds off of the ropes Max catches him and presses him into the air
...]

JM: Max slams Sal across the chest of Doom!

[Sal hooks the far leg as he goes for the cover.]


!!! ONE !!!



!!! TWO !!!



!!! THR - !!!


MA: Doom is able to power out of the cover.

JM: That was close! We nearly had new ASLL tag team champions.

MA: Almost means nothing Joshua. Sal is back to his feet and he pulls
Doom up ... European Uppercut! Doom staggered back by the impact from
that move, which shocks me.

JM: The elbow drop and that slam of Sal by Max must have taken a toll.
Max is exiting the ring as Sal pulls Doom back to his feet.

[The smaller Sal applies a side head lock and rushes forward taking
four steps and leaping into the air. The running bulldog plants the
big man of the Berserkers into the mat face first. Sal again rolls
Doom over and hooks the leg.]


!!! ONE !!!



!!! TWO !!!



!!! THR - !!!

JM: And again Doom kicks out with authority!

MA: Max and Sal are taking it to the Berserkers like we have never
seen here in the PVW.

JM: There's a reason Max and Sal are the tag team champions.

MA: Health reasons.

JM: What?

MA: The Gutch wasn't on the top of his game at Boiling Point Two!
Don't play dumb, Joshua.

JM: Max and Sal earned those titles through blood and sweat!

MA: And some of Foley's magical tears.

JM: What? Nevermind I'm just going to call the match. Sal stands back
to his feet and pulls Doom up ... but Doom catches him in the jaw with
a forearm shiver. Sal staggers back into the ropes.

MA: Doom grabs Sal and just military presses him into the air.

[On the apron Max runs his hands over his head as Doom just slams Sal
onto the mat. Sal let's loose a scream as he impacts with the mat.]

JM: Doom is back in charge of this match. How much pain can he absorb.

MA: A man his size ... alot.

[Doom grabs Sal by his hair dragging him to his feet but Sal grabs the
head of Doom and nails a jawbreaker out of no where. Sal immediately
staggers to his corner.]

JM: Sal makes the tag to Max!

[The crowd cheers wildly as Max rushes forward and catches the big man
with a stiff forearm and a second forearm and a third that sends him
into the ropes. Max whips doom off of the ropes into the corner and
charges in behind him.]

MA: Max sandwiched Doom between himself and the corner with that
clothesline.

[The crowd continues to cheer as max grabs Doom by the back of his
head and slams it once, twice, three, four, and five times into the
top turn buckle. Max turns doom around and catches him across the
chest with a knife edge chop.]

MA: Max is a house of fire right now as he grabs Doom by the
midsection and powers him over onto the mat with a belly to belly
suplex.

JM: And the PVW tag team champion with the cover!



!!! ONE !!!



!!! TWO !!!



!!! THRE -- !!!


[And a large mixed reaction comes forth from the crowd.]

JM: Doom kicks out and these fans are torn between who they want to
win right now.

MA: Who cares what these fans want. They wouldn't know real talent if
it bit them on the nose.

JM: What is your problem tonight, Matt.

MA: Matthew! Matthew! Matthew!

[Max runs his hands through is hair as he pulls doom to his feet and
once again tags Sal back into the ring. Max scoops Doom up and slams
him to the mat. He quickly rolls Doom over and locks on a camel
clutch, as he does so Sal rushes to the far side ropes and charges in
...]

JM: Baseball slide dropkick to the face of Doom! The Jimmy Carter
Blues!

[Max stands to his feet and leaves the ring as Sal slowly rolls Doom
over ...]


!!! ONE !!!


[Wolf comes rushing into the ring.]


!!! TWO !!!


[Wolf dives and drives a double axe handle into the side of Sal's head
breaking up the pin.]


MA: Wolf just saved the match right there for his team! Wolf is to his
feet first and he pulls Sal up ... short arm clothesline! Sal dropped
viciously by that move.

[Max extends his arms as Wolf slowly makes his way back to his
corner.]

MA: Wolf dancing that sportsmanship line right there. But you can't
argue with the tactic.

[Sal shakes his head side to side as Doom pushes himself to his knees
but the big man collapses back to his stomach. Max and Wolf both begin
to slam the top turnbuckle and the fans follow suit by stomping their
feet.]

JM: The fans motivating both men right now as Doom once again pushes
himself to his knees and ever so slowly makes his way to his corner.

MA: Sal is still trying to shake the cobwebs loose.

[The crowd roars louder as Wolf leans over the top rope screaming at
Doom to reach for the tag. Sal finally begins to grab the middle rope
and begins to make his way back to his feet. The crowd explodes as
Doom makes the tag to Wolf and Sal collapses along the ropes tagging
in Max as he falls to the canvas.]

JM: WOLF AND MAX ARE BACK IN!

[Are the wild haymakers are just being thrown in the center of the
ring between the two men. Wolf being the fresher of the two men begins
to gain the upper hand, as his right hands find the mark just a bit
quicker than Max sending him into the ropes. Wolf grabs the arm of Max
and whips him across the ring.]

JM: Max rebounding off of the far side ropes ...

MA: And the big boot finds the mark! The impact from Wolf's boot just
sent Max crashing back first to the mat.

[Wolf is back to his feet quickly and leaps driving his right hand
between the eyes of Max.]

MA: A classic leaping fist drop right between the eyes. I used to use
that move all the time when I was still active in the ring. And now
Wolf pulls Max back to his feet and hooks him with a front chancery
... vertical suplex takes the champion up and over back to the mat.

[On the outside both Doom and Sal have pulled themselves to their feet
as Wolf rushes to near side ropes and rebounds off of them and leaps
into the air.]

JM: Running splash by Wolf, and he hooks the leg.



!!! ONE !!!



!!! TWO !!!



!!! THR -- !!!


JM: Max with a kickout!

[Wolf slams the mat with both of his hands but goes back on the
offensive as he pulls Max to his feet and just drives his boot into
his mid-section doubling him over. Wolf quickly grabs Max with a front
chancery and leaps ...]

JM: Leaping DDT! Wolf quickly goes for the cover again.



!!! ONE !!!



!!! TWO !!!



!!! THR -- !!!


JM: And again Max kicks out!

MA: You can see the frustration setting in the face of Wolf now as he
pulls Max back up to his feet and whips him into the ropes once again.

[Sal reaches over and makes the tag to Max, Max rebounds off of the
ropes and Wolf takes three steps forward and connects with a stiff
clothesline that sends him crashing to the mat. Sal though has grabbed
the top rope and springboarded to the top, he leaps with a cross body
block ... but Wolf catches him and just slams him with authority to
the mat.]

MA: Sal really does need that suit of armor right now. Wolf grabs him
back to his feet and drags him to the corner.

[Wolf tags Doom into the ring and Doom hoists Sal onto his shoulders
into an electric chair as Wolf ascends to the top rope.]

JM: The Berserkers have to be looking for the Doomsday Device right
now ... No! Sal rolls forward into a victory roll!




!!! ONE !!!



[Wolf drops back to the mat.]



!!! TWO !!!



[Wolf drives the point of his boot into the side of Sal's head
breaking up the count. Wolf exits the ring as Doom stands back to his
feet and grabs Sal by the hair pulling him to his feet. As he does so
the crowd buzzes as two masked men begin to rush forward through the
crowd.]

MA: Oh you have to be kidding me! More masked men ... wait I know
these two ... it's El Padre de Valentine and Dark Valentine ... Los
Rudos de Valentine!

[As Sal is whipped across the ring into the far side corner Los Rudos
de Valentine slide into the ring. The crowd continues to roar as two
more masked men make their way through the crowd.]

JM: And is that Asesino Loco and Grinning Death ... the Death Dealers!
It's an ASLL invasion!

MA: Don't create hysteria, Joshua! It's just two teams who believe
that the ASLL titles belong in ASLL not PVW!

[All hell has broken loose as Los Rudos de Valentine are hitting
anyone who move be it Wolf, Max, Doom or Sal. Doom blocks a right hand
from El Padre de Valentine and drives him between his eyes with his
own right hand as Asesino Loco and Grinning Death hit the ring. Sal is
caught with a left hand from Grinning Death as Max drives a boot into
the gut of Dark Valentine and quickly throws him from the ring.]

JM: Dark Valentine hits the floor thanks to Max and Doom just tosses
Asesino Loco over the top rope to the floor!

MA: El Padre de Valentine back body dropped over the top rope by Wolf!
Sal nails Grinning Death with a European Uppercut that staggers him to
the ropes and Max charges forward clotheslining him to the floor!

[Sal slaps Doom on the chest and says up and over! Doom grabs Sal
hoisting him into the air with a Gorilla Press and tosses him to the
floor! The crowd roars as Sal wipes out Los Rudos de Valentine and
Grinning Death! Sal quickly pushes himself to his feet and slides
under the bottom rope.]

JM: Sal used as a weapon and the Berserkers and Max and Sal standing
tall!

HD: Ladies and gentlemen, this match has been ruled a no contest!

[The crowd boos at the announcement of the result of the match but the
begin to cheer again as the Berserkers are motioning for all four men
to enter the ring once again.]

MA: I guess anyone with a mask can enter the arena these days.  You
can bet this wont be the last we have heard from the angry ASLL
superstars.  They want their titles back around honorable and
respectful members of their roster.  Not two painted up clowns like
the Berserkers.

JM: The Berserkers have been pulling double duty wrestling in Mexico
and the PVW ...

MA: Think we can just keep them in the ASLL until they lose their
titles?

JM: Fans we're out of time! We'll see you next year!

[The camera focuses on Max Weinrib, Salih Mubarak, Doom and Wolf for a
moment before all slowly fades to black.]