[The camera pans in on a trashed hotel room. Beer cans litter every
surface, graffiti covers the walls, the mattresses are torn up and
judging by the wretching noises coming from the camera crew, it's
likely that there's some sort of horrid smell to go along with it.]

Voice: Oy!

[The camera pulls a quick pan over to reveal the Violence, the
smaller member of the Sons of Anarchy. The blond Brit is wearing a
black t-shirt with a red anarchy symbol on the front. Swaying
slightly with a beer clutched in his left hand, he leans against the
wall.]

V: What're you lot doin' in 'ere? We got our bill paid up through
Sunday, ain't that right, Beast?

[The bigger of the Sons of Anarchy steps out of the bathroom and
nods, grunting.

[A voice comes from off camera.]

Voice: You guys vanished...you were supposed to show up for an
interview days ago.

[Violence blinks at the cameraman, then looks blearlily over at
Beast (who seems much less drunk).]

V: We 'ad a thing?

B: We did.

V: Why didn't ya tell me?

B: Did. You decided you wanted to 'ave a few 'fore we faced your
adoring fans.

V: Ow'd that go?

B: Passed out like a sissygirl.

V: Bollocks.

B: Got a match tonight.

V: Bollocks and bugger.

[To show the amount of horror he has at his display of
unprofessionalism, Violence upended the last of the beer, then
crushed the can on his forehead.]

V: Well...seems we gotta go hurt some guys.

B: Some guys called Legacy.

V: Not Lineage?

B: Nah. Legacy. Different team.

[Violence stops, blinks, frowns, and starts muttering.]

V: You're sure? What the hell sorta lunatics would name a team
Legacy while there's a Lineage?

B: An' the other way 'round.

V: Point.

B: Ready? Mostly sober?

V: [BLEEP]'n A!

B: Right. So.Legacy. Let's teach the wankers to eat through a
straw, right?

V: [BLEEP]'n A!

[With a roar, the two men smash their heads into each other and
storm out of the hotel room...]

Voice 1: You gonna tell them that the actual arena's a 10 minute
drive from here?

Voice 2: HELL no.

Voice 1: Me either. Let's hurry up and get to the van before they
find out.

[As the two men quickly turn towards the door all fades to black and
remains that way for a few moments before 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 SHOCKWAVE logo flashes onto the screen ...]



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[And we cut live to the arena the camera opens with an overhead shot
of the ring. The PVW logo sits in the upon the center of the ring
and leading to the ring can be seen an elevated walkway. As the
camera continues to pan down we see a dual Phoenix-Tron that splits
the entrance way.

The new Shockwave logo designed by the famous artist, Dean Stahl,
sits proudly on the three sides of the ring not attached to the
entrance ramp. The color combination of, blue, yellow and blue ropes
surround the ring with traditional black turnbuckle padding.

Near ring side area sits the broadcasting table which is set back a
bit deeper than normal to allow more ringside area. Monitors sit on
the elevated tables which have the Shockwave logo proudly displayed
on the black tables. The camera pans to the fans, where they are
rabid as always. The camera continues to pan quickly about the arena
showing various signs -SAVE US, PERRY!- KEEP THE TITLE SAFE,
FRANK! - HOPE IS WHERE THE HARTT SHOULD BE - I WANT TO FIGHT BLACK,
TOO! - CRAVEN WILL EAT HVD'S FACE - DOSMANIA STILL RUNS WILD - FEAR
THE DARK - PLEASE DON'T GO ROB - 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,
dirtyblond hair, clean shaven, some would say the perfection of
professionalism.]

JM: Hello ladies and gentlemen and welcome to Vancouver, British
Columbia! I'm Joshua Morgan and by my side is ...

MA: The one and only voice of the PVW Matthew Anderson. And why is
this fool in the ring?

[The "fool" in question is one PVW President, Danny "YOUR HERO"
Daniels. Danny's wearing a business suit, and his hair is tied into
a ponytail. He still is wearing the wraparound sunglasses, and is
using the house microphone.]

D"YH"D: GREETINGS AND SALUTATIONS, CANADA!

[The crowd cheers as Danny continues.]

D"YH"D: PVW is glad to be back in the Great White North, and we're
going to have a great show tonight.In addition, tonight is a
special night. For this is...

...

... REFEREE APPRECIATION NIGHT!

JM: Referee appreciation night?

MA: Considering the way the referees gift-wrapped him the win over
the Biz, I don't blame them.

D"YH"D: In the back is a table set up with a catered meal, and the
referees are welcomed to enjoy the food all night. And don't worry
about the matches! All of you can take the night off.

[Danny raises a finger]

D"YH"D: But don't worry! The matches will still go on as planned.
Tonight, all of the matches will be handled by our special guest
referee...

[Danny unbuttons his suit jacket, revealing... a black and white
shirt.]

D"YH"D: ME!"YOUR HERO", Danny Daniels, will be the man in stripes
tonight for all of the matches!

MA: Oh dear lord... can Daniels even COUNT to three?

D"YH"D: Fans, enjoy your matches... referees, enjoy your night
off... and TOODLES~!

JM: I'm sure he can count to three. But he is going to have his
hands with tonight's card. As Sons of Anarchy take on Legacy ...

MA: And those two behemoths appear to be a bit intoxicated and you
have to wonder if they are even going to make it to the arena on
time walking here.

JM: I'm sure they'll be here, the Willinghams won't let their talent
be late to the show.

MA: If I was them, I would. You can't have intoxicated men in the
ring, since that can only end with disastrous results and in this
case disastrous for Legacy.

JM: Wouldn't surprise me at all if that was just an act for the
camera.

MA: Yeah, that's what it was Joshua ... an act. You're as delusional
as the quote unquote PVW president if you believe that.

JM: I'm not delusional. Tonight we'll also see Cow and Chicken take
on Gold Rush, who will finally have their in ring debut.

MA: Gold Rush has had their problems as of late with Lineage, who
themselves have a huge opportunity on Heatwave as they face Max and
Sal for the PVW Tag Team Championship.

JM: While I question what they have done to deserve the title shot,
it is good to see Max and Sal being fighting champions.

MA: Lineage has impressed Christopher Michaelson, that's what
they've done.

JM: They paid their way into the PVW ...

MA: Initiative, Joshua. One day you learn what it means and when you
do you may finally reach the level of Chip Lester.

[Joshua gives a curious look to Matthew.]

MA: It wasn't a compliment to Chip, Joshua. He barely does a
passable job.

JM: {sighs} Also tonight, we will see a double PVW debut as ASLL's
Omar Oscavedo Martinez takes on the man only known as Whisper.

MA: Another masked freak ... how charming.

JM: And of course we have the special announcement from Rob Cole.

MA: The entire industry has been talking about this announcement and
if the rumors are true I for one can't wait to here those words come
forth from Rob Cole's lips.

JM: What words?

MA: Wow you really don't pay attention to the boys in the back at
all do you?

JM: Of course I do. In fact I'm getting word that Omar Oscavedo
Martines is standing backstage with a few words before his match.

[Crossfade to the backstage area where a PVW banner hangs. Standing
before the banner is a young Mexican man with long hair in a
ponytail and a goatee and mustache on his face glares into the
camera.]

Man: My name is Omar Oscavedo Martinez! I have a MAN'S name! There
is nothing.. NOTHING sissy about MY name!

*SLAP*

[He slaps his chest and makes the meanest face he can muster.]

OOM: I come from Mexico where I compete for All Star Lucha Libre. I
have a REAL man's name because I am a REAL man! But my opponent
tonight, his name is one for the sissies!

[Omar puts a finger to his face as if hushing someone.]

OOM: (quietly) "Whisper" Shhhhhh.... Whisper....

*PTOOEY*

[The young man spits at the floor.]

OOM: Whisper all you want girly man! I am going to ROAR because I
am.. A MAN! With..

*SLAP*

[He slaps his chest again.]

OOM: A MAN'S NAME! OMAR OSCAVEDO MARTINE-

"Who's yelling so much back there?!"

[The young man flinches, a shot of annoyance going through his face
as his promo is interrupted by some staffer.]

OOM: Omar Oscavedo Martinez! Bah!

[The stomps off screen. We crossfade back to the announcers ...]

JM: Oookay ...

MA: Do you think there are any females named Omar out there?

JM: I sure hope not ... This guy may blow a gasket if he finds out
there is ... And now here comes the superstar out of Mexico ... Omar
Oscavedo Martinez wrestles for the ASLL and he is here tonight to
take on another superstar that is rumored to be from Japan.

MA: And apparently has a Sissy name.

[Omar Oscavedo Martinez storms down the aisle way with his chest
pushed out. He notices a gentleman who has his kids sitting next to
him in the front row wearing a nice light pink button up shirt that
you would see wore in a business attire to work. He stops and
yells, Now that is a SISSY!]

JM: What is this guy's problem?

MA: I guess they don't like sissies in the ASLL.

JM: My apologies to the fan and his children. We don't agree with
these type of comments and Omar Oscavedo Martinez isn't even a paid
employee of the PVW.

["Learn to Craw" by Black Lab begins to fill the airwaves. The Voice
announcers the man wrestling out of "Parts Unknown" ... With a sweep
of his arm, Whisper swiped the curtains away from in front of him!
The crowd cheering as the masked superstar stepped out to the top of
the rampway, taking a knee and smacking his fists straight down into
the platform next to him. Crossing his arms across his chest and
throwing them out to his sides.

Standing up, Whisper walks down the aisle, his hands extending out
to the fans. Touching hands as he walks by to the ring, climbing up
onto the apron, Whisper runs down the apron and runs up the buckles
perching with one foot on the top and looking out over the crowd.
Placing his fist over his chest, he raises his fist in the air
showing his love to the crowd.

Whisper grips the top turnbuckle, one hand standing on it for a
moment as he enters into the ring. Bouncing up and down on the balls
of his feet, he turns around and offers a slight bow of his head to
Danny Daniels who is the acting official of the match and again to
the ASLL superstar, Omar Oscavedo Martinez.]

JM: Whisper showing respect to both Danny Daniels and Omar Oscavedo
Martinez.

MA: What a sissy.

[Danny Daniels makes both men meet in the middle of the ring as he
explains the rules of the match.]

JM: Danny Daniels explaining the rules.

MA: He better know both Spanish and Japanese ...

JM: Both men spoke English ...


============================================
 SHOCKWAVE: ONE ON ONE MATCH

OMAR OSCAVEDO MARTINEZ v. WHISPER
============================================


!!! DING DING DING !!!


[As the bell rings, Omar Oscavedo Martinez yells out "SISSY" towards
Whisper. The masked superstar begins to circle around ...However,
Omar Oscavedo Martinez walks straight forward muttering - "I don't
wrestle like a sissy. "And we have a lock up!]

JM: Omar Oscavedo Martinez and Whisper lock up in their double PVW
debut! And Whisper quickly twists the arm ... Omar Oscavedo
Martinez with an eye poke that breaks that and Danny Daniels is
right there warning the ASLL superstar.

MA: Omar Oscavedo Martinez doing what we all do around here and
_ignore_ Danny Daniels.I dare him to try and force me to work a
night for free like he did Chip and Fred a few shows back.

[Omar Oscavedo Martinez tries to grab the mask and the eye area, but
Whisper blocks it ... Omar Oscavedo Martinez then follows up with a
thumb to the throat trying to keep the masked enigma slowed down.]

JM: Omar Oscavedo Martinez again resorting to illegal moves here in
the PVW.

MA: Maybe they are legal in the ASLL and there is some confusion. I
told you Danny Daniels should have explained the rules in Spanish.

[Danny Daniels again warning Omar Oscavedo Martinez. Who lifts
Whisper up and takes him down with a body slam. He then drops down
with a rough pin and yells - COUNT to the PVW President.]


!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!


JM: Whisper with a strong kick out. And Omar Oscavedo Martinez puts
Whisper in a side headlock and he is bringing him towards the ropes
and drags him across the ropes ...

MA: PVW flew Whisper in all the way from Japan for this?

[The fans boo the Mexican superstar ... Omar Oscavedo Martinez turns
and begins shouting and waving them off ... Except, Whisper has a
mask on and that rope burn basically did nothing. He stands behind
Omar Oscavedo Martinez who continues to toss out explicative ...
He then turns around -- ]

TWAP!

TWAP!

TWAP!

JM: Reverse Knife Edge Chops!

MA: Sissy Chops!

JM: Whisper backs Omar Oscavedo Martinez up against the ropes ...
Handspring Spinning Enzuguri!

[The fans pop at the wrestling display by the masked wrestler. As
Martinez gets back up to his feet he is taken right back down with a
springboard clothesline.]

JM: Whisper now firing up the Canadian crowd.

MA: Something is wrong here ... We have a Mexican Superstar
wrestling a Japanese Superstar _IN_ Canada ...

JM: That is what a global promotion does, Matthew.

[Martinez pushes his way back to his feet again this time a bit more
groggy ... Whisper floats behind him and sends him down with a Half
Nelson Suplex.]

THUD!

JM: Whisper makes the cover this time!


!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!


MA: Omar Oscavedo Martinez kicks out. I just like saying, Omar
Oscavedo Martinez ... Omar Oscavedo Martinez.Omar Oscavedo
Martinez. Omar Oscavedo Martinez.

JM: Are you done?

MA: Omar Oscavedo Martinez.

[Whisper is back on his feet and he looks to be setting up for a
crescent kick ... Omar Oscavedo Martinez returns to his feet, and
the kick just misses. Martinez goes to send Whisper back with a
vertical suplex, but Whisper lands on his feet and Standing Jumping
Knee Strike to the jaw!]

CRACK!

JM: Oh my!!! Some how Omar Oscavedo Martinez is able to stay on
his feet. Whisper springboards ... Asai Moonsault behind Martinez
... German Suplex!

[Whisper has apparently impressed the PVW President and current PVW
referee, Danny Daniels as he has paused to clap in applause as
Whisper holds Martinez back in a bridge for the cover.]

MA: Ummm ... And you thought this was a good idea for Daniels to be
the referee for the night.

JM: Finally Daniels slides down for the cover.


!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!


[And the delayed count helped Omar Oscavedo Martinez as he is able
to kick out before the three count.]


MA: Omar Oscavedo Martinez with a huge roaring kick out.

JM: The delay helped Martinez ... and both men are back up.BIG
right hand by Omar Oscavedo Martinez. Whisper is firing back!

[Omar Oscavedo Martinez with a huge knee to the midsection that
slows down the masked superstar and shoves him through the middle
ropes. Big kick out of nowhere by Whisper ... Another big kick ...
He uses the ropes ...Twisting Springboard 720 DDT!(
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VoVK68tNr40)]

JM: HOLY MOTHER OF GOD! He calls that the Hush and the crowd is on
their feet and the cover!


!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!


!!! THREE !!!


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


!!! WHISPER !!!


MA: Awww man, Omar Oscavedo Martinez lost ... What a sissy.

JM: A huge win by the debuting Whisper and WOW what a move.

MA: It's comments like that shows exactly why you were not
ranked in the year end awards.

JM: Really? You want to go there Matt?

MA: MATTHEW!

JM: How come Fred won announcer of the year?

MA: Honestly, cause he catered to the lowest portion of voting crowd
and bought air time. That's right, I said it, he catered to the
masses of peons in the world and did what he had to do to make
people actually know his name. I'm getting word that Dean Hayes is
backstage with the PVW Tag Team Champions let's go to Dean.

JM: You sound a bit bitter ...

MA: Watch it, Joshua.

JM: Just saying what it sounds like.

[Before Matthew can respond we crossfade to backstage area, where we
find everyone's favorite PVW reporter "Swinging" Dean Hayes with the
PVW Tag Team Champions Max Weinrib and Sal Mubarak.Each wearing
the gold belt around their respective waists, Max and Sal flash big
grins towards the camera.]

Max:[small wave] Hi Canada!

SDH: Max, Sal, not only will this Heatwave you'll be defending the
titles against Lineage but, should you retain, you'll also find out
who the new Number One Contenders to the belts will be between the
Berserkers and Livestock & the Gutch. What thoughts are going
through your minds right now?

Sal: Dean, Max and I swore that once we won the tag belts, we'd be
fighting champions! Despite his attempts to the contrary, PVW isn't
"The Gibson Hayes & His Not-So Amazing Friends Show".  We are gonna
defend our titles against anyone in the best way possible!

Max: Yeah, PVW has so much talent these days in the tag division.
Lineage and Legacy.  Gold Rush and the Sons of Anarchy. Even Cow &
Chicken!

Sal: And HEAT.

Max: Eh, them too, I guess.

[A beat]

Max: But we take it match by match, day by day.  Lineage is first
in our sights right now.

SDH: And if you do get past Vermeer and Kruger, there'll be new
Number One Contendera to consider as well.  You finally defeated
Livestock & the Gutch to win the PVW Tag Team Championship, so you
know what they're capable of.  However, your match against the
Berserkers was interrupted by disgruntled ASLL rudos.  Of those two
teams, which one would you honestly rather face?

Sal: Look, health issues aside, we know firsthand that Livestock
and the Gutch are tough.  They held the titles for a long time, and
could easily hold them again.But the Berserkers....

[Sal shakes his head]

Sal: You know, they've been around longer than any PVW team except
the lawyers and us.  And their one shot at the belt was ruined by
other ASLL teams.

Max: We've heard from the fans.  They want to know who the better
team is- Berserkers or us.

[Max takes off his title and holds it up for the camera.]

Max: Gibson Hayes has a title and does everything he can to duck
challengers. HvD has a title and does anything he can to avoid
challengers. Uncle Frank has a title, and he does everything he can
to hold onto his Precious.Sal and I, we're damn proud to hold
these belts. But we don't wear these because it makes us look good.
We wear them because it means that we're the best tag team in PVW.

Sal: And the only way to prove that is to put them up against the
best. Whether it's Livestock and the Gutch or the Berserkers,
whoever ends up the #1 contender gets their fair shot at the titles.

Max: Where the best team will walk out with the titles. Someday,
that team won't be us...

Sal: But we don't plan on that happening for a long long time.

[The camera fades back to the announce booth we Matthew still looks
a bit irritated with Joshua Morgan.]

JM: Well there you heard it Max and Sal are looking forward to their
title defense at Heatwave against Lineage and seeing who the number
one contenders to their ...

MA: You mean Lineage's PVW Tag Team Championship.

JM: What? Max and Sal are the tag team champions.

MA: Yes Joshua, they are. But come Heatwave Lineage will be holding
the PVW Tag Team Championship belts and a new chapter ... a better
chapter will be written for the tose prestigious belts.

JM: That remains to be seen, Matt.

[As Matthew begins to protest his name Joshua just continues to
speak over him.]

JM: Up next we will see two of the other tag teams Max and Sal
mentioned in Legacy and Sons of Anarchy.

MA: Sons of Anarchy are two massive individuals from Britain and
even with the tutelage of Alex Wallace, Legacy has a steep challenge
ahead of them tonight.

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


JM: Let's go to the voice for the introductions.

HD: Introducing first ... They weigh 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, oblivious to what's
going on around him like he's in his own little world inside his
head.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
arms 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.]

JM: In the short time these two have been teaming here in the PVW
they have come a long way.

MA: That's an understatement, Joshua. While they only have two wins
under their belts at the moment you can tell Alex Wallace has big
plans for these two.

#Voice: Right!

#NOW!

#HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

[The lights dim and smoke begins to pour out of the entryway as
"Anarchy in the UK" begins to blare of the PA System. After a brief
pause, two massive men, both standing well over six feet tall make
their way out of the smoke. The larger of the two has a shaved head
and wears a black biker jacket with a union jack painted on the
back. The slightly smaller man has spiked blond hair and wears a
black biker jacket with an anarchy symbol on the back.]

HD: And their opponents ... weigh in at a combined five hundred and
eighty pounds and hail from London, England and Liverpool, England
respectively ... they are Beast and Violence ...


!!! THE SONS OF ANARCHY !!!


MA: I'm amazed these two even made it to the arena. And look at
Violence, he seems be be listing to the left as he walks down the
entrance way. Can you imagine the lawsuit if he falls off the new
elevated entrance way.

JM: He's not going to fall off of the walkway!

MA: Sure seems it from here.

JM: Beast and Violence are entering the ring as the bell sounds.


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

THE SONS OF ANARCHY v. LEGACY
============================================


!!! DING DING DING !!!


[As the bell sounds, Tommy Von Braun rushes forward and catches
Beast in the middle of the back with a double axe handle that sends
Beast staggering forward a step. The bigger member of Sons of
Anarchy turns around and Tommy wastes no time lighting his chest up
with a series of knife edge chops.]

TWHAP!

TWHAP!
TWHAP!

TWHAP!

THWAP!

MA: I hope Tommy has a real plan here because those chops have
seemed to only make the big man mad!

[Beast palms the face of Tommy sending him back a step and follows
up with a wild haymaker but Tommy ducks under it and reaches back
grabbing the head of Beast and sending him to the mat with
neckbreaker. The crowd cheers as Tommy wastes no time getting back
to his feet and dropping the point of his elbow into the side
Beast's head.]

JM: Tommy looking crisp in the ring right now as he pulls Beast back
to his feet. There's a European Uppercut that staggers Beast back a
step ... Tommy off of the ropes and he rushes forward ...
Clothesline.

MA: And Beastman ...

JM: Beast.

MA: And you can get everyone else's name right. Beast is only
staggered by the clothesline and Tommy with a nice dropkick catching
Beast in the jaw.

JM: Still the big Brit won't go down. Tommy is back up and there's a
knee to the gut doubling Beast over.

MA: And Tommy quickly grabs Beast in a side head lock. Wallace has
done a great job over the past few months turning these two kids
into quality wrestlers.

JM: They have a pedigree unlike any in the PVW. These second cousins
are from the Von Braun family, who have a legacy unlike any other in
this business.

[AS Tommy wrenches, applying pressure to the side the head of Beast,
Alex Wallace looks over his shoulder towards the entrance way for a
brief moment before turning his attention back to the ring, where
Tommy has dragged Beast to the corner and tags in Sterling. Daniels
makes the signal for the tag as Sterling enters the ring and kicks
Beast in the ribs as Tommy hold him there. Sterling follows up by
driving an axe handle into the lower back of Beast.]

JM: Legacy showing huge strides in sound team work as Sterling hooks
the head of Beast into a front chancery and he just drives the big
man into the mat head first!

[Sterling wastes no time as he hooks the big man's leg.]



!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!


MA: And Beast with a powerful kickout!

[Sterling is back to his feet quickly as Beast gets to a vertical
base the smaller Sterling catches him with another boot to the rib
cage. Beast seems to absorb the impact from the kick though as he
continues to push his way to his feet, but Sterling cuts that short
as he dropkicks the knee of Beast out from under him. The big man
drops to the mat face first and Sterling kips up and quickly drops a
leg across the back of Beast's neck. As Tommy encourages his partner
Alex Wallace looks over his shoulder and turns around and takes a
step up the ring steps to the entrance way.]

JM: Sterling tags Tommy back into the ring as Wallace is leaving?

[Alex Wallace pauses for a moment and shakes his head side to side
before stepping back down the steps and back to his teams corner.
Tommy scoops Beast up and slams the monster into the mat.]

MA: What is going on with Alex Wallace tonight? He seems completely
distracted as he team is actually taking it to the Sons of Anarchy.
Tommy is back to his feet and he drives his left fist right between
the eyes with a falling fist drop.

[Daniels motions for Tommy to remember to keep his fist open and the
rookie quickly nods his head as he pulls Beast back to his feet and
whips the monster from Britain across the ring to the far side
ropes.]


!!! TTTHHHUUUDDD !!!


JM: What a spinebuster! And Tommy's not going for the cover as he
grabs Beast's arm and drags him towards his corner

MA: If Wallace was focused he's be screaming at the kid at this
moment.

JM: Wallace isn't even looking at the action right now he's standing
with one foot on the entrance way steps again as Tommy tags in
Sterling. Tommy heads to one corner and Sterling is on the second
rope of another ...

[Both members of Legac leap off of their respective middle
turnbuckles and Sterling nails a right hand to the head of Beast as
Tommy once again droves his left hand into the Brit's head.]

JM: Double fist drop and Sterling with the cover!

[As Sterling hooks the far side leg, Wallace once again returns to
the corner.]


!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!


[Violence rushes into the ring and drives the sole of his boot into
the temple of Sterling breaking up the pinfall. Violence pulls
Sterling to his feet and just drives a right hand into the side of
his head rocking him back a step and he follows up with a boot to
the mid-section and drives and elbow to the back of Sterling's
head.]

MA: And Violence is now turning this into a pier six brawl as he
just unloading rights and lefts into Sterling!

[The crowd cheers as Tommy enters the ring again and catches
Violence off guard with a stiff forearm sending him away from
Sterling. Tommy forces him into the ropes and drives another forearm
into the jaw. He motions for Sterling, who grabs the other arm of
Violence and the two men whip him to the far side ropes. Violence
rebounds and ducks a double clothesline.]

JM: Violence off the ropes again and he drills both members of
Legacy with the clothesline! Tommy rolling towards the apron as
Beast is back to his feet and he pulls Sterling up and just drives
him into the mat with a body slam. And now the Sons of Anarchy are
just stomping a mud hole into Sterling!

MA: Tommy's back up and he just dives into the fray swinging wildly!

[Tommy nails Violence with three straight left hands and catches
Beast with one on the point of the chin. As Sterling grabs Beast
Daniels froces Tommy from the ring and grabs Beast telling him he's
not the legal man.]

JM: Wait! Beast is the legal man! Why is Daniels telling him he's
not.

[Sterling looks stunned as Daniels begins to force Beast from the
ring. He looks over his shoulder at Wallace, who once is now
standing on the entrace way looking towards the back.]

MA: Daniels is a moron! He can't tell the difference between BEast
and Violence!

JM: And it just cost Sterling as the fresher Violence nails Sterling
with a another right hand and a left and a right. Sterling is
rocked!

[Sterling staggers towards the corner after being blindsided by
Violence. Violence grabs Sterling and sendshim hard into the far
side corner.]

JM: Sterling stagger out of the corner from the impact and he eats a
discus punch!

[Tommy screams at Daniels that he screwed up but Daniels shakes his
head now and signals that he's the referee by pulling on the
stripped shirt.]

JM: Daniels with a costly mistake right there as Sterling now
suffers a vicious headbutt and Violence follows up with a right
hand. So Violence still look intoxicated to you.

MA: Can't really tell since he seems to think he's in a bar room
brawl as he is just unloading rights and lefts and headbutts into
Tommy Von Braun.

[Daniels warns Violence to open up the fist but Violence just laughs
as he pulls Sterling up and whips him into the corner. Tommy reaches
and tags in himself in as Violence rushes forward ...]

MA: Violence with a clothesline that trapped Sterling in the corner.

JM: But Tommy tagged himself in and he grabs Violence from behind
with a roll-up!


!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!


MA: And this time Beast with the save!

JM: Tommy rolls to his feet but is caught with a boot from Beast to
the side of his head.

MA: And now Daniels is shoving the right member of Sons of Anarchy
from the ring as Violence scoops Tommy up and just drops him across
the top rope!

JM: And now Wallace is actually making his way up the aisle towards
the back.

[AS Wallace makes his way towards the back Violence drapes the
throat of Tommy across the second rope and Sterling begins to slap
the top turnbuckle which seems to bring Wallace back to reality as he
turns around and walks towards the ring again/]


! ONE !
! TWO !
! THREE !
! FOUR !


MA: And Violence barely releases the blatant choke at four.

JM: Daniels is in the bigger man's face warning him not to do it
again and Violence grabs Tommy by the hair and drags him towards his
corner ... Beast is the legal man and Violence locks on a full
nelson!

MA: And Beast just unloads rights and lefts into the son of Paul Von
Braun.

JM: He's Paul Von Braun's son?

MA: Don't you or Fred ever do any research about our roster!

[Daniels screams for Violence to release the full nelson, Violence
instead pulls Tommy into the air and drives him into the mat back
first.]

MA: And Von Braun is in a world of hurt right now as Beast goes for
the cover!


!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!


!!! THR -- !!!


MA: And the bastard Sterling with the save!

JM: MATT!

MA: MATTHEW! And it's not an insult, it's the cold hard truth.
Sterling Von Braun is the bastard child of Andrew Sterling.

JM: The Andrew Sterling?

MA: The one and only. One half of the Epitome of Cool. See if I
didn't have to do Dean Hayes job as well as my own, I would have won
announcer of the year.

[Daniels tells Sterling to go back to his corner as Beast pulls
Tommy up and just shoves him into the corner.]

JM: And again Beast is just unloading with lefts and rights to the
mid-section and there's a forearm to the side of Tommy's head and
left to the jaw! Do these two even know how to wrestle?

MA: I feel confident saying they really don't know the difference
between a wrist lock and a wrist watch.

[Beast drives his knee into the mid-section of Tommy that doubles
him over. Beast then grabs Tommy by the back of his head and throws
him to the floor between the top and middle ropes. As Beast
takes a step towards the ring ropes Daniels gets between him and
pushes him back, which allows Violence to leap to the floor ...]

JM: And a big boot from Violence to the side of Tommy's head, he
scoops him up and slams him hard onto the concrete floor!

[Tommy grabs his back in pain as Violence pulls him up again and
rolls him under the bottom rope back into the floor. Beast grabs
Tommy and pulls him to his feet and tags in Violence. Beast slams
Tommy to the mat.]

JM: Violence is on the top rope ... he leaps ...

[Sterling Von Braun and the crowd moan as Violence's elbow drives
into the chest of Tommy Von Braun.]


MA: Violence covers!



!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!


!!! THRE -- !!!


[The crowd roars as Danny Daniels thrusts two fingers into the air.]


JM: And Tommy is still fighting!

MA: And there goes Alex again!

[The crowd buzzes as Alex Wallace begins to once again make his way
to the back. Sterling turns around at the noise from the crowd and
stares baffled at his mentor. Sterling suddenly begins to scream
Alex! Alex! Where are you going?]

MA: Alex is just ignoring Sterling as Violence pulls Tommy up ...

[Alex has made it half way up the entrance way and Sterling begins to
chase after him screaming for him to come back. The crowd cheers
wildly as Tommy grabs the head of Violence ..]

JM: Jawbreaker! And Tommy is crawling towards his corner!

MA: But Sterling isn't there! Sterling is still screaming after Alex
Wallace who is nearing the entrance way!

[Tommy Von Braun crawls towards his corner and grabs the bottom rope
pulling himself up and realizes Sterling is half way up the
aisleway.]

JM: Tommy is high and dry right now and Violence grabs his leg and
pulls him back to the center of the ring!

[Violence just stomps on the back of Tommy once, twice, three times
as Sterling continues to scream at Wallace who is now disappearing
through the entrance way to the backstage area.]

JM: What is going on with Alex Wallace?

MA: I have no idea but right now it isn't helping Tommy Von Braun
who was just slammed face first into the mat with and inverted body
slam. The Sons of Anarchy just love dishing out punishment as
Violence now just steps on the back of Tommy's head!

[Sterling runs his hands over his head as he stops halfway up the
entrance ramp puzzle. Violence pulls Tommy back to his feet and tags
in Beast. As Beast enters the ring Violence slips behind Tommy and
puts his head under the arm of Tommy Von Braun. He then lifts Tommy
up using both of his arms wrapped around the torso of the opponent.
As he does so Beast grabs the throat of Tommy and assists in driving
Von Braun into the mat on his shoulders and neck!]

JM: Blitzkrieg Drop!

MA: Their combination backdrop driver and chokeslam!

[Danny Daniels jumps and grabs his own neck in pain as the crowd
moans loudly. Sterling hears the change in the tone of the crowd and
turns around to see Beast hooking Tommy's far leg.]



!!! ONE !!!


[Sterling begins to rush down the elevated entrance way.]


!!! TWO !!!



!!! THREE !!!


[Sterling comes to a stop as Daniels hand slaps the mat for a third
time. He drops his head for a split second and then quickly glances
once again towards the entrance way where Alex Wallace disappeared.]


HD: Ladies and gentlemen, here are your winners ... Violence and
Beast ...


!!! THE SONS OF ANARCHY !!!


JM: Tommy and Sterling Von Braun started off great here tonight ...

MA: But they couldn't get the job done.

JM: Alex Wallace has been the guiding light of these two young men
so far in the PVW and whatever distracted him tonight threw the
youngster off their game.

MA: And the Desert graduates, my brother pupils mind you, showed
dominance once they over came the early jumping.

JM: Early jumping? Tommy Von Braun heard the bell and took
advantage, you know you would praise anyone else if they did that!

MA: And like always Joshua you are completely wrong. I am a big
advocate of the rules.

JM:{sighs} Keep telling yourself that Matt.

MA: MATTHEW!

JM: Yes, yes that's what I meant.

[Matthew slams his hands, in obvious frustration with Joshua, onto
the announce table as the camera cuts backstage, where "Da Cow God"
Moo is wandering the hallways in apparent search of something.
Dressed in his regular ring attire (full-length black pants with
white spots), this week the King of the Bovine wears a new grey t-
shirt bearing, quite simply, the word "Moo." across the front in
black... now available exclusively on PVWrestling.com!Over his
right shoulder, framing the tattoo of a grinning cow in military
fatigues wielding a machine gun, he carries a duffle bag that, of
course, is also colored in black with white spots to resemble his
"bovine brethren".

As he rounds a corner, he comes upon the source of his search...
Jonathan Regnigh. The 6'5" Regnigh is wearing a red hoodie and black
snap-pants over his wrestling gear. His blonde hair is spiked into
the usual flat top style, and he takes a sip from a water bottle
before catching sight of the approaching Moo.]

DCGM: Mister Regnigh...

[Regnigh turns to face his opponent for the evening, but Moo holds
his hands up harmlessly.]

DC GM: I do not mean any trouble.I look forward to our meeting
this evening... seeing as how you are a fellow noble warrior, a
rarity in this promotion, I was looking forward to making your
acquaintance personally.

[Moo offers a handshake.]

Regnigh: Oh, cool, man. Good to hear. Yeah it's kinda nice not to
have to watch my back and worry about getting jumped by my opponent
before the match. Hopefully Lineage will keep their noses out of our
business tonight. But thanks. I appreciate it. Sportsmanship is
indeed a rare thing these days.

[Regnigh accepts the handshake firmly.]

DC GM: I would offer the same courtesy to your partner, but it
appears Mister Wilson is not with you at the moment.I would hope
he did not become locked in a closet without his clothing again...

[Moo grins cheesily.]

Regnigh: Oh, that's not a problem. I geo-tagged him. If he's lost I
can get a fix on a GPS signal, it'll actually come in pretty handy.
He's... easily distracted sometimes.

DCGM: That... is a very good idea. Might I borrow that to keep
track of the Chicken? I have apparently lost him once again...

Regnigh: Really? With that mask he wears I would think you'd just
have to follow the screaming... But anyway I only have one but I got
mine at Best Buy. I'll send you the details.

[Moo grins.]

DC GM: I have tried to talk him out of using that mask for years.
It is... just a touch terrifying, I must agree. But thank you
Mister Regnigh. I have one more favor to ask of you...

[Moo reaches into the duffle bag over his shoulder, and produced a
letter-sized manila envelope with a mailing address written on the
front of it.He hands it to Regnigh.]

DC GM : I met a young girl recently who proclaimed herself quite the
fan of Mister Wilson. She asked if I could pass this along to him
for his signature. Perhaps you could give this to him on my behalf?

[Regnigh takes the photo that Moo hands him and looks at it for a
moment. A wide grin stretches over his face.]

Regnigh: This is simultaneously fantastic and frightening. I may
never hear the end of this. Thanks, Moo. I'll make sure he signs it
and gets it back to the young lady.

[Moo grins again, nodding his head.]

DCGM: Thank you. She will no doubt be pleased.And the best of
luck to you and Mister Wilson this evening, I am certain it will be
an excellent battle. I look forward to a match with a fellow noble
veteran where I do not have to protect my eyes or my extremities
from illegal maneuvers.

[Moo starts to step away, then turns back towards Regnigh.]

DCGM: Oh, and do not worry too much about Lineage. They are even
more talk than they appear. Just aim for the little one, the
Russian one can hold his own.

[He nods his head respectfully to Regnigh, before turning away to
resume his hunt for the Chicken.]

Regnigh: Huh. That's pretty cool, man. Pretty cool.

[Crossfade back to the announcers booth where Matthew Anderson is
shaking his head side to side ever so slowly.]

MA: A Cow teaming with a chicken ... I don't think I will ever
understand those two at all.

JM: I don't think too many people will. Nice to see the
sportsmanship between Cow and Regnigh before their match tonight.

MA: Sportsmanship is completely over-rated. Who has gotten anywhere
in the PVW showing sportsmanship?

[Joshua pauses obviously thinking.]

MA: And right there is my point. Not a soul.

JM: Not true at all ...

MA: Really? Rob Cole was a sick son of a gun before he became
champion and he still didn't show sportsmanship against the likes of
Rick Marley when he kidnapped him or even William Craven when he
stabbed him with a pen.

JM: What about senor Cloak Dos?

MA: What about him? He's tried and look at him ... a broken man
already.

JM: He's not a broken man he has the heart of a lion.

MA: And the last man you said that about was beaten by a man in
boxer shorts! How about this kid I'm told we've have some footage
from when Kevin Quartermann arrived today in the arena. We'll watch
this footage as you try to figure out an answer.

[We cut to some footage from earlier in the day.We know this to be
true from the chyron that reads EARLIER TODAY in the lower right
hand corner of the screen.

The back corridors of the Rogers centre have dark grey floors (wet
with melted tracked-in snow and slush), and white walls with wide
green and blue stripes (owing to the colors of the Canucks).
Through the corridor marches Kevin Quartermann, wearing a black
winter jacket and dark blue jeans.A cleanshaven tall man with
short-but-thick dark brown hair, Quartermann is carrying his olive-
green army surplus tote bag containing his gear towards his locker
room.He gives the camera no notice, because cameras are everywhere
at PVW events... they're always circulating backstage getting
miscellaneous footage, most of which will never see the light of
day.

He makes a turn, and almost trips over something.It's... a person?
Seated in the door of the dressing room, back against one side of
the doorframe and legs splayed out across the door, a rather-plain
looking woman with dark hair, a ragged grey sweater, and dark cargo
pants looks up at Quartermann with disdain.]

Woman: Watch where you're going!

[Quartermann looks at this woman with the same sort of expression
you give someone when they bring you a ten-minute pre-paid calling
card with a huge TEN MINUTES printed on front, and ask you how many
minutes come on the card.]

KQ: Who the hell are you, and what the hell are you doing sitting in
the middle of the doorway of my dressing room?

Woman: This ain't YOUR room!We got here first!

[Kevin looks up at the placard on the door listing the wrestlers who
are assigned to this room. Sure enough, his name is on it. He then
pulls it off the door and holds it to her face. Roughly an inch
from her eyes, so she couldn't even really see it if she wanted to.]

KQ: Reading. It's fundamental.

[He then steps over the woman into the dressing room... to find that
the room is filled with people. Dressed mainly in shabby clothing
and in various states of hygenic disarray, these people are just
lounging around. The lockers are open and seem to have been used as
trash receptacles, storage, and possibly even urinals. There are a
small stack of "OCCUPY PVW" signs along a wall. Quartermann stops
two steps in, and looks at these people as if they're all insane.
None of them so much as acknowledge his presence.]

KQ: Alright, get up and get out!This ain't a public place!

[None of them even so much as look at him. Kevin gets a tap on the
shoulder... it's Masked Maniac (whose name was also on that sign).]

MM: It's no use. We tried everything. Asking nice, yelling,
playing ska... we even threatened them with Tracy Hudson's DVD
collection.

KQ: Obviously, you didn't try EVERYTHING.

[Kevin sets down his bag and balls his fists.]

MM: Oh, and Winfield said if we beat them up we'd get suspended or
fired. They're worried about civil liberty groups.

[Quartermann had already taken an aggressive step towards the
nearest male 'occupier', preparing to knee his face in... when
Maniac's claim stops him.]

KQ: Ya know, there used to be a time when people could enforce
common sense without lawyers getting in the way.

Occupier: Quiet down! I'm tryin' to sleep! Ain't you people heard
of squatter's rights?!

KQ: Adverse possession don't get established for ten years! You
been in this room for ten years? I can tell you ain't bathed in ten
years, you ain't brushed your teeth in ten years, you...

MM: Go easy on them, man.Besides, didn't you used to be homeless
not long ago?

[Oooh, Maniac pushed the button. Kevin calms down, and takes a step
away.]

KQ: Fine. I'll go squat in Preston Winfield's office. Maybe take a
dump while I'm down there squatting.

[As he grumbles these words, he scoops up his bag and marches out of
the door... stepping right on the calf of the woman who's still
blocking the doorway as he does. The scene crossfades abck to
Matthew Anderson who seems very annoyed.]

MA: That is exactly what's wrong with society today. People thinking
they can do whatever they want and get away it.

JM: It's the land of the free.

MA: That doesn't mean you get to do what you want when you want just
cause you feel like it! This is a business and those people have no
business in the locker room area, since they aren't employees here.
If I was Quartermann I would have still hit them and paid the fine.

JM: It wasn't a fine it was suspended even fired.

MA: It would have been worth it! I would rather watch a Cow and
Chicken match than deal with people like that ....

JM: Speaking of Cow and Chicken their match with Gold Rush is next.

MA: {sighs} It's still better than those occupiers.


[The string of punk chords filling the air can lead to only one
thing...]

* ARE YOU READY... *

* ... TO OBEY ... *

* ... THE COW GOD? *

[The crowd answers with a "Yes We Are!" round of cheers, as the
instrumental version of Green Jelly's "Obey the Cow God" continues.Out
from the back bounces PVW's resident masked white guy, El Pollo
Loco!He wears no shirt tonight, dressed only in his white ringpants
(adorned with pictures of feathers) and his horrid white mask that
resembles a chicken's skin wrapped around his head.He shoots his arms
to his hips, jutting his chest out and thrusting his chin up and to
the side in a heroic Superman-style pose as the cheers continue.]

MA: I was kidding I was kidding I really don't want to see Cow and
Chicken.

JM: Too bad Matt, cause here they come.

MA: MATTHEW! I'm sure even Chicken could get my name right.

JM: You'd rather him sitting here than me?

MA: No.

[Just behind him, the black-and-white-spot haired "Da Cow God" Moo
follows the masked luchador, wearing tights that match his black-with-
white-spot hair and a grey t-shirt that reads "Moo." across the front
in black.Loco spins and jumps into Moo's arms for a big manly hug,
before the duo head down to the ring side by side, offering hand slaps
to the fans who reach out to them along the aisle. Moo heads over to
the ringsteps, as Loco hops up onto the apron and slings himself over
the top rope into the ring, striking his best superhero pose as Moo
enters the ring and stands behind him, arms crossed with a big grin on
his jaw.]

HD: Introducing first, they weigh in tonight at a combined five
hundred and one pounds they hail from Da Sacred Pastures and Parts
Unknown respectively this is "Da Cow God" Moo and El Pollo Loco ...


!!! COW AND CHICKEN !!!


[Suddenly "Ladies and Gentlemen" by Salvia begins to play throughout
the arena.]

HD: And their opponents, weigh in tonight at an five hundred pounds
and hail from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania and Lake Worth, Florida
respectively ... this is "The High Roller" Jonathan Regnigh and 'Last
Cowboy" Beau Wilson ...


!!! GOLD RUSH !!!


[Out from the backstage area emerges Jonathan Regnigh who is attired
in black trunks with High Roller on the back in Gold. Black boots with
two Red dice on the sides, showing a lucky 7. His fists are taped from
knuckles to mid forearm with white athletic tape. Besides him is his
tag team partner Beau Wilson, who is attired in blue trunks with
Cowboy in script on the back in silver. White boots with a palm tree
and setting sun silhouette on them. His wrists are taped and he wears
white knee and elbow pads.]

JM: We were supposed to see these two men debut a few episodes back,
but Lineage prevented that.

MA: You call it preventing and I call it Lineage gracing us with their
presence. And personally I'd rather see Lineage in the ring over
these four clowns any day of the week.


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

GOLD RUSH v. COW AND CHICKEN
============================================


!!! DING DING DING !!!


JM: El Pollo Loco is starting out the match for his team and it
appears he wants Beau Wilson to start for Gold Rush as he points at
him.

MA: For a crazy man in a mask that's a smart move. Single out the
rookie of the team, who also happens to be the smaller man.

[Wilson points at himself and mouths me and the masked Loco nods his.
Wilson looks towards Regnigh who nods.]

JM: It'll be Wilson and Loco starting for their respective teams.

[Wilson goes for a lock up but Loco ducks underneath it and charges
forward towards the far side ropes. Wilson quickly spins around as the
small man from Seattle rebounds off of the ropes and catches Wilson in
the knee with a dropkick. Wilson drops to a knee and Loco rolls
quickly back to his feet and connects with another dropkick, this time
to the jaw of Wilson. Loco smiles as he gets back to his feet.]

JM: Pollo Loco showing his speed off here tonight as he leaps and
drives a leg drop down across the back of Wilson's neck.

MA: I hate to say it but Pollo has a lot more experience than Wilson
so this doesn't surprise me one bit that the man known as Chicken is
in control. I hated saying that.

[Loco pulls Wilson to his feet and quickly takes him down with a small
package.]


!!! ONE !!!



!!! TW - !!!


JM: Only a one and half count there as Wilson easily kicks out of the
small package. Loco pulls Wilson back to his feet and whips the rookie
across the ring into the ropes.

[Wilson rebounds off of the ropes and Loco drops down and catches
Wilson with a drop toe hold. Loco to his feet and he drops an elbow
into the small of Wilson's back. Loco back to his feet and he pulls
Wilson up.]

MA: There is the tag to Cow who comes into the ring. Loco whips Wilson
back to the ropes.

[As Wilson rebounds off of the ropes Loco hits the opposite ropes, and
Moo takes Wilson down with a drop toe hold just in time for Loco to
hit a running legdrop.Loco takes off into the opposite ropes once
again as Moo stands long enough to land an elbowdrop, followed
immediately by a Chickensault by Loco. The crowd cheers the team work
of Cow and Chicken as Regnigh begins to slap the top turnbuckle trying
to motivate Wilson.]

JM: Moo is in the ring now and he pulls Wilson up from the mat. He
catches Wilson with a beefy right hand and whips the rookie into the
corner.

MA: The three hundred pounder is charging ...

JM: Big Beefy Splash!

[Wilson is rocked in the corner by a huge running splash from "Da Moo
God". Moo drives his shoulder into the mid-section of Wilson and grabs
him by his head and once again tags in Loco. Moo pulls Wilson up for a
side walk slam and as he begins to drive him towards the may Loco
spikes the sidewalk slam with a slingshot legdrop over the top rope.
The crowd once again cheers the team work as Regnigh runs his hands
over his head.]

JM: Cover by Loco!


!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!


!!! THR - !!!


JM: But Wilson with another kickout.

[Regnigh nods his head and claps as Wilson gets the right shoulder up.
Pollo looks at Danny Daniels, who looks at Chicken for a moment and
says you're not Chicken.]

MA: What is he saying? Did he really just say that wasn's Chicken.

[Danny grabs Chicken by the shoulder and says Cow you aren't legal.]

MA: What? I can't believe he is confusing Cow and Chicken!

[Chicken raises his arms at Daniels who shoves him to the corner and
motions for Cow to get into the ring. COME ON CHICKEN YOU'RE THE LEGAL
MAN! Cow looks perplexed but enters the ring for only a second as he
reaches back to Chicken and tags him back into the ring.]

JM: Daniels signaling the tag ...

MA: An unnecessary one, since Chicken was already the legal man!

[Wilson is back to his feet and he catches Loco with an inside cradle
as he comes back into the ring.]


!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!


!!! T - !!!


JM: And Chicken with a kickout! Wilson pulls Loco to his feet and
catches him with a European uppercut that staggers Loco back a step.

[Wilson quickly grabs Loco by the arm and whips him into the corner.
Wilson charges forward and catches Loco with an elbow to the side of
his masked head.]

MA: And Wilson now tags in Regnigh.

[Regnigh grabs the smaller Loco by the side of the head but Loco uses
his speed to slip behind Regnigh, but Regnigh with a quick back elbow
that catches the masked Chicken in the jaw. Regnigh quickly spins
around and locks up with chicken. The wiley veteran then drives his
knee into the gut of Chicken. Regnigh grabs the right arm of Chicken
and whips him hard into the corner. Regnigh quickly tags in his
partner, Beau Wilson, back into the match and he grabs Wilson by the
arm whipping him across the ring and Wilson leaps with a big elbow
into Chicken's jaw. The masked man stumbles out from the corner right
into Jonathan Regnigh who scoops the much smaller up and slams him to
the mat.]

JM: And Gold Rush showing that Cow and Chicken aren't the only two
with great teamwork.

[Wilson quickly leaves the ring.]

MA: What is Daniels doing? Wilson is the legal man! Does he even pay
attention to what is going on the ring.

JM: Jonathan Regnigh hooks a leg!


!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




[Danny Daniels thrusts to fingers into the air and Regnigh shakes his
head to the side but he is quickly back to his feet.]

MA: Chicken with a kickout. But really did anyone think that a scoop
slam would win this match?

[Regnigh pulls Chicken up and tags Wilson quickly back in, Jonathan
Regnigh quickly places Chicken in a full nelson. Beau Wilson inside
the ring steps back ... ]


"___SMMMMAAAACCCCKKKK___"


JM: Perfectly executed superkick by Beau Wilson!

MA: He calls it the Blackjack superkick and Regnigh powers the smaller
Chicken over with a release Dragon suplex!

JM: Wilson with a standing Moonsault ...

[The crowd cheers for the athleticism from the rookie.]

JM: And the cover!


!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!


!!! THR- !!!


[The crowd cheers again as the fighting Chicken gets his right
shoulder up.]

MA: No dice.

JM: Close, but Chicken with a shoulder up.

[Da Moo God reaches through ropes encouraging his partner to make the
tag. But Wilson with a series of quick striking kicks to the back of
Chicken's head as he tries to get back to his feet.He goes to lift
Chicken with a double underhook ...]

JM: Chicken fighting for all he's worth right now.

MA: Which is what a few nuggets and a tender?

[Chicken counters with a back body drop that sends Beau crashing the
mat. Chicken drops down to his knees recovering.]

JM: El Pollo Loco with a great counter there as Cow is now screaming
on the outside for Chicken to get to his corner...

MA: Don't you mean mooing?

JM: Seriously? You're in rare form right now.

MA: What comments like that won Fred announcer of the year.

[Wilson rolls back to his feet and Chicken catches him with a leg
lariat that sends the rookie crashing to the mat. The crowd cheers as
Chicken dives forward making the tag to the big man Moo.]

JM: And here comes Cow!

[Cow now has Wilson and scoops him up and slams him hard to the mat.
Cow drives the sole of his boot boot into the chest of Wilson and
pulls him back up.]

MA: Cow hoisting Wilson onto his shoulder like he was the size of
Chicken ... What a powerslam!

[Wilson arches his back in pain as Moo stands back to his feet. He
wastes no time pulling Wilson back up and drives another beefy right
hand into the side f Wilson's hand staggering him back towards the
ropes ...]

JM: And Cow just slaps the chest of Wilson with his meaty hand.

MA: Cow grabs the arm of Wilson and whips him across the ropes to the
far side ... Lariat! Wilson collapses to the mat.

["Da Moo God" Cow drives a meaty right hand between the eyes of Wilson
once, twice and third time before he Beau Wilson up once again.Cow has
Wilson up in an electric chair drop, but Jonathan Regnigh has had
enough and dropkicks the back of Cow's knee and Wilson executes a
victory roll.]


!!! ONE !!!



!!! TWO !!!


MA: And the man the size of a Cow with a kickout!

JM: Danny Daniels is forcing Jonathan Regnigh to the outside back
onto the apron.

MA: Finally he seems to understand who the legal man is.

[Cow is back to his feet first and takes three steps forward and
catches Wilson with a stiff clothesline that sends Wilson back to the
mat. Yet, Cow doesn't allow him a chance to catch his breath as he
pulls Wilson up and hoists him onto his shoulder once again.]

JM: Cow running with Wilson on his shoulder!


"___TTTHHHUUUDDD___"


MA: Stampede! The running powerslam by Cow! And he's hooks the leg.

[Danny Daniels drops down for the count.]


!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




??? THREE ???


JM: NO! Wilson stuns Cow with a kickout!

[The crowd cheers loudly as Beau Wilson kicks.]

JM: The crowd is torn here tonight between who the want to cheer for.

MA: I don't care who they cheer for. I just want Cow and Chicken off
of my monitor soon!

JM: Wilson just kicked out! An Cow is stunned. He begins driving huge
crossfaces across Wilson's face as he tries to crawl to his corner.

Ma; Cow now grabs Wilson by the waist and pulls him back to his feet.

[Cow once again Powers Wilson into the air and onto his shoulders in a
fireman's carry position. Wilson though begins to drive the point of
his elbow into the side of Cow's head. After a fourth consecutive
elbow Wilson is able to slip from the grasp of Cow and catches him
with a standing dropkick that sends Moo into the ropes. Wilson rushes
forward and catches the big Moo with another dropkick, this one send
the big man crashing to the floor.]

MA: Moo to the floor, but the man beast is quickly back to his feet
...

JM: And Wilson crawls towards his corner.

[As Moo slides under the bottom rope Wilson makes a desperate dive and
Daniels signals the tag. The crowd cheers as Regnigh rushes into the
ring and drives a forearm into the side of Cow's head and a second and
a third. Regnigh grabs the right arm of Cow and whips him towards the
ropes, Cow rebounds off of the ropes and Regnigh charges.]

JM: Flying tackle by Regnigh and Cow is down!

[But not for long as the big man quickly gets back to his feet but
Regnigh catches him with a boot to the gut that doubles him over.]

MA: Side Russian leg sweep from Regnigh and Cow is down again! Regnigh
grabs the top rope and leaps up to the top. The old man showing some
spunk right there.

JM: Spunk?

[Regnigh leaps and connects with a legdrop from the top rope across
the neck of Cow.]

MA: Pennsylvania Jam! And Regnigh with a cover!



!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!


??? THREE ???


JM: AND COW KICKS OUT!

MA: Regnigh can't believe it!

[Regnigh slaps the mat but quickly pulls Cow to his feet. He steps
back and fires off a savate kick to the jaw of Cow that doesn't seem
to connect with the impact Regnigh was hoping for, but it still sends
Cow back to the mat.]

MA: Regnigh didn't quite nail the Blackjack Superkick fully but he got
enough to drop Cow!


!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!


[El Pollo Loco dives across the ring and nails Regnigh with a double
axe handle that breaks up the count. Loco pulls Regnigh up and nails
him with a knife edge chop and follows up by grabbing the head of
Regnigh ...]

JM: Jawbreaker by Chicken! And Chicken runs the ropes ... Spinning
heel kick! Regnigh is down and Chicken leaps ... Standing senton!

[The crowd cheers as Chicken pops back up to his feet but Wilson grabs
the top rope and springboards to the top rope and leaps ...]

JM: Springboard spinning heel kick! Chicken is down! Moo is getting
back to his feet and drills Wilson with a nasty lariat as he stands
back up! Cow grabs Wilson in a fireman's carry ... Death Valley
Driver!

[Wilson is crushed into the mat. As Danny Daniels forces Chicken from
the ring.]

JM: Cow grabbing Wilson once again ... I think he forgot Regnigh is
the legal man!

MA: And Regnigh is getting back to his feet.

JM: Cow drives a nasty knife edge chop across the chest of Wilson and
him and the crowd all scream MOOOOO!!! And another chop and another
MOOOO!!! Regnigh rushes forward and nails Cow with a chop block that
buckles the big man.]

JM: Regnigh back to his feet and he locks on an inverted face lock ...
BOXCAR DDT! Regnigh nailed that inverted DDT!



!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!

[Regnigh pulls back further on the leg of Cow.]


!!! THREE !!!


[As Danny Daniels hand slaps the mat a third time Loco dives across
the ring and nails Regnigh with double axe handle.]

JM: Did he get him?

[Daniels signals for the bell.]


!!! DING DING DING !!!


JM: Regnigh got him!

MA: That's debatable! I hate to say it I think Chicken broke up the
pin fall in time.

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


!!! GOLD RUSH !!!

[Regnigh is back to his feet and quickly gives his partner a
congratulatory hug. AS Da Cow God Moo stands to his feet Johnthan
Regnigh extends his hand and Moo looks at it for a second before
shaking it. The crowd pops as the four men shake hands.]

JM: Great sportsmanship.

MA: And like I asked you earlier what does it get you? Cow and Chicken
didn't pick up the win and it's not like this win propelled Gold Rush
to the level of the HEAT.

JM: So bitter.

MA: I'm a realist.

JM: Yeah ok.

[We cut back to the locker room area where Legacy is seated. Both
members are still in their wrestling attire. Tommy Von Braun has a
towel draped over his head.His head is resting in his hands.
Sterling is leaned back against the wall, staring at the ceiling.

After a moment, Alex Wallace opens the door and walks into the room.
He looks at the Legacy members and then slams the door shut to
announce his arrival.Tommy raises his head out of his hands
briefly before putting his head back down. Sterling doesn't even
move.]

AW: Either of you want to tell me what happened out there?

[No answer. Wallace turns his attention to Sterling.]

AW: Why in the HELL did you leave Tommy out there by himself!?

[Sterling lowers his eyes to look at Alex and then looks back up at
the ceiling.Wallace takes one step forward and then points his
finger at Sterling.]

AW: I asked YOU a question, kid.

[In the blink of an eye, Sterling is to his feet and within inches
of Wallace, who has dropped his hand at this point, face-to-face.
We have a brief moment of alpha male posturing between the two.]

AW: You think you got what it takes, kid?

[More posturing.]

SVB: Why'd you walk away during our match?I came to get you.

AW: None of your damn business.

SVB: It is my business when it causes OUR manager to divide his
attention.I don't care about your past issues with Rob Cole, the
Underground, or the Franchise. I don't care what happened then.
This is now.

[Wallace's eyes quickly dart to Tommy.Tommy has raised his head
out of his hands and looks at his partner annoyed.]

SVB: You look at me when I'm talking to you, old man.

[Wallace's eyes move back to Sterling.]

AW: Don't talk about things you don't know about, kid.

SVB: Go pound sand up your ass, *TV EDIT* puppet. Now YOU get the
ultimatum .Focus soley on Legacy or we find a new manager.

AW: You don't give me...

[Sterling interrupts Wallace.]

SVB: Your choice is made. We're finding a new manager.

[Tommy goes to say something, but is cut off by Wallace.]

AW: Don't think it will be that easy, Sterling.

[Sterling backs up to the bench and grabs his bag. He picks it up
and moves towards the door.]

SVB: Easier than taking credit for a ten-man beatdown you weren't
part of.

[Wallace moves to block Sterling's way. Sterling grabs Wallace's
shirt and pushes him into a locker. Wallace stumbles, but remains
on his feet.]

SVB: I already told you.Go pound sand up your ass, *TV EDIT*
puppet.

[Sterling opens the door and exits.Wallace's face shows his fury
as he turns towards Tommy.]

AW: Running your mouth, junior?What do you have to say?

[Tommy looks at Wallace for a moment and then puts his head back in
his hands.]

AW: Just like I thought. Spineless just like your father.

[We can see Tommy tense up at that one.]

AW: At least he was good lackey. He knew how to listen. Too bad
you can't do that.

[Wallace walks out through the door and slams it shut on his way
out.Cut back to ringside as Tommy sits there, head in his hands.]

JM: Sterling Von Braun just walked out on Legacy!

MA: Do you ever pay attention?! Sterling just fired Alex Wallace ...
Legacy is on the hunt for a new manager!

JM: Come on you can't tell me that Legacy isn't divided right now?

MA: I can and I will. It's real simple Joshua, blood is thicker than
water and no one knows that more than me. Wallace can try to bully
Tommy all he wants right there but Tommy and Sterling are cousins,
they were raised together as children. Legacy will still be together
but it's obvious Alex Wallace will not be by their sides.

JM: I don't know, Matt.

MA: MATTHEW!

JM: Only time will tell ...

MA: Believe what you want kid. Believe what you want.

JM: I will. Our next match will be a test if Danny Daniels can
continue to stay an impartial referee as Chance Holiday takes on
Talion.

MA: Impartial? Don't you mean incompetent?

JM: Incompetent? He's been a great referee tonight!

MA: Really so the fact that he couldn't tell Violence from Beast,
which changed the tone of that match is being a great referee? Or
how about the fact he couldn't tell Cow and Chicken apart! Cow and
Chicken?!?!

JM: Ummm well ...

MA: Exactly! He's completely incompetent.

JM: He's the PVW President ...

MA: He's delusional!

JM: I'd watch what you say it may cost you you're job, Matt.

MA: MATTHEW! And knowing Danny Daniels he'll completely forget
everything I've said tonight just how he completely forgot who
Chance Holiday was on Showcase.

[Marilyn Manson's "Cake and Sodomy" blares over the loudspeakers.]

HD: And now, coming to the ring, accompanied by Arachne and
Belladonna, the Black Circle Girls.

#Virgins sold in quantity#
#Herded by heredity#

HD: He stands six feet two inches and weighs two hundred and forty
five pounds. From the streets of San Francisco, California. Here is
... The Shadow Stalker ...


!!! CHANCE HOLIDAY !!!


[As the music continues, the lights dim, as two women step out from
behind the curtain. Both are dressed identically, in skin tight
black dresses, the skirts slit high on their thighs, their bodies
barely contained by the low cut front of their dresses. Their hair
is dyed jet black, and their nails are painted the same color.
Bright red lips contrast vividly against their pale skin. These are
Arachne and Belladonna, the Black Circle girls. As the fans let
loose with obscene catcalls, they walk to the ring with an unnatural
calmness and serenity. And behind them, his head bowed, is their
messiah, Chance Holiday.]

#White trash get down on your knees#

[With his head bowed, his long black hair obscures Holiday's face.
Holiday's body is covered in a black duster that touches the ground.
Holiday walks at a slow, deliberate pace, ignoring the crowd around
him.]

#It's time for cake and sodomy#

[The Black Circle Girls open the ring ropes, and Holiday slowly
ascends the stairs. Before entering, he throws his head back,
revealing his dark eyes. They have a hollow, inhuman look to them
and are sunken in, surrounded by heavy circles of black. Together,
the Black Circle Girls remove his duster, revealing that his ring
gear consists of black wrestling trunks that go to his knees, black
boots trimmed in red and rubberized black tape on both fists.
Holiday moves to the corner, his followers kneeling in supplication
in front of him. Expressionless, the Shadow Stalker waits for his
opponent to come to the ring.]


[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...

[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.]

[Talion then walks to the center of the ring and nods toward
Holiday. He slowly drops to his knees and clasps his hands in front
of him as a condemned man might do. Danny Daniels looks a little
more confused than usual, but calls for the bell as Holiday rushes
forward.]

JM: There's the bell and Talion isn't moving ... I don't get it what
is he doing?


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

CHANCE HOLIDAY v. TALION
============================================


!!! DING DING DING !!!


[Holiday drives a right hand to the masked head of Talion. Daniels
is quick to warn Holiday to open his fist but Holiday ignores him
and drills another right hand into Talion. The bigger man still
doesn't move from his knees and Holiday doesn't seemed phased by it
at all as he drives his elbow to the top of Talion's head and a
second elbow and a third. Holiday fires off another right hand and
this time Daniels gets in the Shadow Stalker's face telling him to
keep his fist open.]

JM: I don't understand this at all. Talion is just taking every
single ounce of punishment that Holiday feels like dishing out.


THUD!

THUD!

THUD!

THUD!


MA: Holiday being absolutely smart right now as he's just stomping
on the knee of Talion.

[Daniels watching intently as Holiday stomps once again on the knee
of Talion. Holiday grabs the jaw of Talion and drives his right hand
into the mask of Talion once again. And yet again Daniels is there
laying into Holiday with the law. Holiday glares at Daniels and
rushes to the far side rope and rebounds off ...]

MA: Holiday with momentum ....


!!! CCCRRRAAACCCKKK !!!

MA: Holiday with a vicious running boot to the face of the masked
man that rocks him backwards.

[Holiday quickly rushes to the ropes once again.]

JM: Holiday running the ropes again and this time he tries to
decapitate the masked man with a clothesline.

[The crowd buzzes as Talion is rocked to his back from the impact
and Holiday wastes no time at all as he once again begins to stomp
away on the bigger, masked man.]


THUD!

THUD!

THUD!

THUD!


MA: Holiday stomping on the head of Talion and he quickly pulls
Talion by the mask and drags him across the mat towards the middle
rope.

JM: Talion throat first across the middle rope and Holiday places
his knee across the back of Talion, he's choking him across the
rope.

[Daniels is right there and begins a five count.]


! ONE !
! TWO !
!THREE !
! FOUR !


[Just before Daniels can reach five Holiday pulls Talion off of the
rope and drives his knee into the jaw of Talion that sends him
crashing back to the mat.]

MA: Holiday drops to his knees and grabs throat and begins to once
again choke the life out of him.


! ONE !
! TWO !
! THREE !
! FOUR !
! FI !


MA: Daniels sped up his count there!

JM: I might have to agree with you there. That did seem a bit fast,
but Holiday was able to break the hold in time.

MA: Holiday grabs the head of Talion putting him in a front chancery
... DDT!

[Holiday though doesn't go for the cover as he gets back to his feet
and once again locks on the front chancery ...]

MA: A second DDT! And the still the Shadow Stalker isn't done as he
pulls Talion back to his feet and there's a third DDT!

[The crowd moans as Talion is spiked into the mat a third time and
this time Holiday does go for the cover as he hooks the far side
leg.]


!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!


!!! T -- !!!


[The crowd cheers loudly as Talion edges up his right shoulder.]

JM: And the masked man is still the match as he gets that shoulder
up.

MA: Holiday doesn't seem happy as all as he glares at Daniels and
he's got Talion by the throat once again!


! ONE !
! TWO !
! THREE !
! FOUR !
! FIV !


MA: And again Daniels speeds up his count! But luckily Holiday was
once again to release the hold.

JM: Luckily? Come on Matt stop playing favorites.

MA: MATTHEW! And I'm not playing favorites. Just stating the fact,
that Holiday was able to break the hold.

[Holiday back to his feet and he pulls Talion up to his feet and
applies a side head lock. He runs the masked head of Talion across
the top rope towards the corner and drives the head of Talion into
the top turnbuckle five times before applying another side head
lock.]

MA: Holiday with another side head lock and he runs out of the
corner and leaps ... Bulldog! Talion was driven head first into the
mat once again.


!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!


!!! T - !!!


JM: And again Talion with a kickout!

MA: And again Holiday is glaring at Daniels. He knows Daniels is
trying to screw him right now but he's being a man and staying
focused on the match.

[Holiday grabs the big man and pulls him to his feet. He nails
Talion with a European Uppercut that sends him back into the ropes.
Holiday charges forward and connects with a clothesline that sends
the masked man up and over the top rope to the floor. The crowd
cheers as Talion quickly stands to his feet.]

JM: Talion is back to his feet and he grabs a microphone from Herk
Douglas ...

T: That wasn't enough. This is how you free someone from bondage.

JM: What does that mean?

MA: I'm not sure but Talion is sliding back into the ring.

[And Holiday quickly meets him with a series of stomps but they seem
to have no affect as Talion pushes himself to his feet and catches
Holiday with a right hand between the eyes.]

MA: Why isn't Daniels giving him a hard time?

[A second right hand by Talion sends Holiday into the ropes and he
grabs Holiday by the right arm and sends him across the ring to the
far side.]

JM: Lariat by Talion sends Holiday crashing to the mat and he grabs
Holiday pulling him back to his feet big vertical suplex takes
Holiday back to the mat. Holiday quickly tries to roll back to his
feet by Talion is right there and grabs the Shadow Stalker by the
arm and whips him hard into the corner.

[Holiday stagger out from the corner from the impact and Talion
rushes forward and folds him in half with a vicious spear tackle.
The crowd cheers loudly as Talion pulls Holiday back to his and
drills him into the mat with a sitout powerbomb.]

JM: Talion showing off his power here tonight.


!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!


!!! THR -- !!!


MA: Chance Holiday with a kickout and I can't tell if Talion is
surprised by that but you can tell Daniels is.

[Talion though doesn't seem to skip a beat as he is back to his feet
and he pulls Holiday back up and whips him into the ropes. Holiday
rebounds off of the ropes and Talion catches him and sends him
crashing into the mat with a side walk slam. A slight smirk crosses
the face of Daniels as Talion once again hooks the leg of Holiday.]


!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!


!!! THR -- !!!


MA: And only another two count! Danny Daniels can't believe it! How
impartial is he right now, Joshua?

JM: So the president is a fan of the masked Talion, what's wrong
with that?

MA: We're just as insane as Daniels is!

JM: Talion is back to his feet and he has Holiday up ... Talion with
a pumphandle lift ... Powerslam! He calls that the Indemnification!


!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!


??? THREE ???


[Daniels hand stops just short of slapping the mat for a third time
as he notices Chance Holiday's foot on the bottom rope.]

JM: Only a two count! I told you he was impartial.

MA: He had no choice to but to stop the count. Holiday's foot was on
the rope right in front of his face.

[Daniels reluctantly thrusts two fingers in the air. As he does so
Talion pulls Holiday to his feet and the Shadow Stalker catches him
with a straight palm thrust to the throat. Talion grabs his throat,
as Holiday staggers back to the ropes to steady himself.]

MA: Holiday is back to his feet and he charges forward and drills
Talion with knee to the mid-section. As Talion doubles over Holiday
drives an elbow to the back of Talion and follows up with a knee
lift.

[As Talion snaps back upright from the knee Holiday grabs Talion and
takes him to the mat with a side Russian leg sweep. Holiday floats
over with a cover ...]


!!! ONE !!!



!!! TWO !!!


[Daniels stops his count and warns the Black Circle Girls to remain
where they are.]

MA: What is Daniels doing! He just screwed Chance Holiday out of a
win!

[Chance Holiday is obviously upset and stands to his feet. He glares
at Danny Daniels and just stands on the throat of Talion. He grabs
the middle rope using it for extra leverage.]


! ONE !
! TWO !
! THREE !
! FOUR !
! FIVE !


JM: Daniels reached five and Chance Holiday isn't stopping the
choke.

MA: Can you blame him? Danny Daniels blatantly stopped his count to
keep Holiday from winning!

[Daniels grabs Holiday by the shoulder but Holiday shoves him aside
and continues to choke out Talion with his boot. Daniels screams I
told you to break the hold.]

JM: Talion is gasping for breath right now!

MA: How can you tell with that mask on?

JM: Come on he has to be! Holiday has been standing across the
throat of Talion for ten seconds now.

[Daniels gets back into the face of Holiday and rears back his right
hand.]


!!! SSSMMMAAACCCKKK !!!


JM: And Daniels slaps the taste out of Holiday's mouth!

[The Shadow Stalker lifts his foot of Talion's throat and drives it
into the mid-section of Daniels. Holiday charges forward and tackles
the doubled over Daniels to the mat.]

JM: And Holiday and Daniels are brawling in the center of the ring!

[As Holiday drives a right hand into the side of Daniels head the
entrance way becomes swarmed with the PVW referees making their way
to the ring, bringing up the rear is Pete Hernandez with a piece of
roast beef on a fork.]

MA: This is insane! The PVW referees are swarming the ring and are
separating the two men in the center of the ring. Holiday is drives
another right hand to the side of Daniels' head as Mark Barnett and
Max Kelly pull him away and force him onto the entrance way. A few
members of security swarm the three men and begin to walk them back
to the entrance way as things calm down in the ring, Danny grabs the
microphone. He looks down and sees a rip in his striped shirt,
courtesy of his fight with Holiday.He catches his breath before
speaking.]

D"YH"D: Two... no, Three things. FIRST, because there was outside
interference, as the official PVW referee, I am declaring this match
a NO-CONTEST!

[Not many cheers, as the fans wanted the match to continue.]

D" YH"D: SECOND... [Danny points a finger at Holiday.] As a
wrestler, you are NOT allowed to lay your hands on a PVW official!

MA: Hey moron... you started it!

D"YH"D: By all rights, I should suspend you! However... [looking
over the infuriated Holiday]... since you OBVIOUSLY got beaten down
like the scoundrel you are, I'm willing to let you off with a
warning... THIS time!

[Chance- who neither appreciates being called a scoundrel nor
hearing he was obviously beaten down- attempts to charge Daniels,
but is held back by several officials. Danny continues.]

D"YH"D: And THIRD... no one should interfere in a match between two
PVW-sanctioned wrestlers...

MA: And who was the idiot who did that? Oh yeah- Danny himself!
He should throw himself out of the building.

D"YH"D: ... THEREFORE, as PVW PResident and official of record, I
have no choice but to BAN the offending party!

MA: Oh, great, now...

[pause]

MA: What?

[Danny turns to the nearest PVW official, holding his hands in front
of him.]

D"YH"D: As your President, I DEMAND you escort me out of the
building and BAR me from returning!

MA: Is he serious?

[Apparently so. The officials are confused, then surround Danny and
begin guiding him out of the ring, down the aisle, and out of the
arena. Chance looks like he wants to attack Daniels, but the large
number of PVW officials prevent that. Danny can be heard chatting
casually with the PVW officials as he is led away from the ring.

D"YH"D: (to the PVW officials) You guys are doing a fantastic
job... I was thrown out of a KEW card once, and they were much less
diplomatic. You should give them lessons in tact and handling
difficult situations! I know this is difficult- between you and me,
Chance deserved the thrashing that he got! But I'm glad you're
handling this well, and...

[Danny's voice is muffled as he's led out of microphone range. The
cameras catch the PVW officials opening a door, and the snow outside
reveals that it's an exit. Danny pauses to shake the hands of the
officials, and some people can hear Danny comment, "Excellent job."
as he walks out into the night, with the officials closing the door
after he goes through.]

MA: Tossing himself from the building was the best thing Danny
Daniels has done since he set foot in the PVW!

JM: How can you say that?

MA: Just like this ... tossing himself from the building was the best
thing ...

JM: Alright, alright I get it. While the referees finish their meals
and get ready to return to work tonight let's go to second part of
Dean Hayes' sit down interview with Chase Williams.

[An overstuffed brown leather recliner is bordered by on ornate Oak
coffee table. If you are getting a sense of Deja Vu don't be alarmed,
you have been here before. Yes Dean Hayes is still seated in the
aforementioned chair, and Chase Williams is still seated across from
him. By all accounts, this must be the second part of what was rumored
to be a two part interview.]

SDH: Part One served as somewhat of a history lesson. A look into the
past, the things that went right, and the things that went wrong. So
now, as we begin part two of this enlightening introspective, I can
only logically make the assumption this part may be about perhaps, the
future?

[Hayes looks at Williams expectantly.]

CW: I think that's pretty safe assumption Dean-O. I mean, I could sit
here and ramble on about the past but my belief is that I've said more
than enough already. I made some mistakes. I've also moved on.
Ironically, I'm here in hopes of getting my old job back, hoping that
my past accomplishments for this company will be looked upon
favorably. Hoping that Larry Gionet and myself weave a compelling
enough tale to get my foot back in the door. Knowing that if that
happens, I can and will re-attain my past greatness, and kick that
door off it's hinges as I do so.

[Hayes nods.]

SDH: It sounds good Chase, it really does. But Phoenix Valley
Wrestling is a different animal in 2012. Its no longer a two horse
race anymore. Now you've not only got Cole, and Manson. But Spectre is
back. Gionet and Hart are still out there. And now you throw in guys
like Gibson Hayes, Derek Weaver, Supreme Wright, Adrian Freeman,
Christopher Black, Ash, or Senior Cloak Dos, these guys are _all_
potential or in Gibson's case current, world champions.

[Chase chuckles to himself. He rolls his neck slowly before speaking.]

CW: You pretty much just answered your own question don't you think?
Where else am I going to go to find a roster that is from top to
bottom chock full of potential or former world champions. The talent
level in Phoenix Valley Wrestling is absolutely ridiculous. This is
where I made my name, and where I will rebuild it. I might as well
prove that I'm the best, against the _best_. I see no alternative.No
Rhyme or reason to any other course of action. The story is too
perfect.

SDH: Anyone in particular you see as standing out that you see
yourself working with if you do indeed get your job back.

[A wry smile.]

CW: My absolute honest belief is that I can drag a four star match out
of anyone. But in particular, Adrian Freeman, Supreme Wright, I like
what they've shown so far. Derek Weaver is a warrior. Gionet needs the
pussy beat out of him. In reality, throw a broom in the ring, and I'll
wrestle it, as long as it puts me on the road to getting back to the
top. I don't care who it is at this point, I'll start at the bottom.
I've been humbled by the circumstances I've created and I'm willing to
do whatever it takes to get my job back.

SDH: Fair enough. I guess that only leaves my last, and perhaps most
compelling question. How does the Heavyweight Championship fit into
your plans?

[Chase rubs the bridge of his nose as he contemplates his answer.]

CW: I'd be lying if I said I hadn't thought about it. Hadn't dreamed
about it. But realistically, you and I both know, its a long way off.
but I can tell you Dean-O, if I went after the title tomorrow, I'd
take Frank's arm, I'd take Herscher's arm, I'd take Weaver's arm, and
then poor old Gibby, he'd just serve as victim number four as I was
re-united with my belt. but like I said, that's a long way off. HOPE
is not really on my radar at this point, first I'd really like to
establish some footing first, perhaps by dislocating Larry Gionet's
elbow for a second time?

[He winks at Dean and smiles.]

SDH: Unfortunately, that's all the time we have for today. Chase, I'm
glad I got to do this sit-down with you, you seem like a genuinely
changed guy that is just looking for a chance to prove himself. It has
been a pleasure, and I wish you the best of luck.

[He stands, and offers a hand to Williams, who shakes it as he stands
himself.]

Williams: A chance is all I can really ask for at this point, but if I
get it, look out PVW...

[Fade as the two men shake hands and continue conversing. We crossfade
back to the announcers.]

MA: I'm not sure I like this new Chase Williams. He sounds like a bit
of a push over.

JM: He wants a job here in the PVW how do you honestly expect him to
act.

MA: Like Chase Williams! A man! Williams got where he was in the
business by kicking ass and flaunting the fact that he was better than
anyone else in the business. This Williams sounds like a cross between
Caleb Foley ...

JM: Hey! No one in the PVW sounds that bad!

MA: Not since the Biz and Gionet ran that red haired munchkin out of
here. That reminds me I still need to send them thank you cards.

JM: Make sure I have a chance to sign it as well. Let's go to the
Voice for the introductions of our next match.

HD: Introducing first!From Sydney, South Whales, Australia and
weighing in at two-hundred pounds. Here is... "SUBZERO"


!!! ADRIAN FREEMAN !!!

[The lights go down, to be replaced by a bluewash. A thin
silhouette stands at the entrance way, standing out against the
blue light. Nothing happens for a moment, and the audience's noise
has started to die down when the opening chords of "Try Honesty" by
Billy Talent begin to play. The bluewash changes to regular
lightning and "Subzero" Adrian Freeman runs out, smoke billowing out
behind him. Some of the fans boo and jeer, and Adrian takes a moment
to sneer at them before sliding into the ring.]

JM: Adrian Freeman looks to get some measure of revenge against
Kevin Quartermann for what happened on Heatwave last week.

MA: Kevin Quartermann did himself no favors with that stupid stunt.

JM: Let's take a look at the footage from Heatwave.

[Fade into the action from Heatwave. Overhead press slam on Freeman
and he follows it up with an elbow drop to the back of the veteran's
head.]

CL: The Shadow Stalker is headed this way ... apparently he has had
enough.

FH: Oh sure take it.

[Holiday takes Fred Hoyle's seat ... the steel chair. He dives back
under, but Quartermann is right there and snatches it away.]

[POP!]

FH: Hey!

CL: Quartermann has takes that steel chair and Supreme Wright has
returned to his corner and he seems to want to get inside the ring,
but Freeman is the legal man.

FH: What is Quartermann's problem?

CL: Well you did say he was ... unstable.

FH: Yeah, but not stupid.

[Quartermann tosses the chair out of the ring, and yells at the
Shadow Stalker, "USE YOUR OWN BARE HANDS IF YOU'RE A MAN!".]

CL: This has gotten the attention of Seiger who snarls at Holiday
... Holiday isn't paying attention and he shoves Quartermann. At
this point nobody knows who the legal man is. Things have gotten a
bit crazy around here.

FH: We do know that Supreme Wright is stuck on the ring apron.

CL: And he appears to be getting frustrated.

[Quartermann shakes his head ... and Holiday shoves him again!
Quartermann responds by attacking him, kicking and punching.]

FH: ACK! Quartermann has lost it.

CL: Seiger isn't sure what to think ... He backs away as Dawson has
returned to the corner. They seem to be amused.

FH: How funny was it when the Mercenary hit you with that chair,
Dawson?

[Freeman tries to calm Quartermann from jeopardizing the match, and
Quartermann punches him, too. We cut back to the ring.]

JM: Things just got worse from there as Kevin Quartermann attempt
to take on five me at once.

MA: Like I said, stupid stunt. What's even more dumb is he's got
Adrian Freeman mad at him.

[It opens with a measured drumbeat, a mixture of structure and
swagger.And then the guitars of "When The Levee Breaks" by Led
Zepplin kick in, producing a defiant, soulful beat that a man could
march to.

And a man is doing just that.Kevin Quartermann emerges from behind
the curtain, clad simply in maroon trunks, boots, knee pads, and
wristbands. The fans cheers, considering Adrian Freeman is the
opponent.The brown-haired rabble rouser is taking his time walking
to the ring, an unmistakable air of confidence in his step. His
eyes are locked on the ring as the announcer does his piece:]


HD: FROM ATHENS, GEORGIA... WEIGHING IN AT TWO-HUNDRED SIXTY-THREE
POUNDS...

 !!! KEVINQUARTERMANN !!!

JM: Kevin Quartermann has made it no secret he wants to find
success in Phoenix Valley, Matt.

MA: Do you know how dumb that sounds? WHY would he make that a
secret? Isn't that why all the wrestlers are here? To find
success?

JM: Well...

MA: Well, nothing. Quartermann wants to find success, fine. He
should take on a few of the Desert grads. He won't find that
success tonight against Adrian Freeman.

[As the big screen displays highlights of his matches, Quartermann
reaches ringside. Taking a few quick steps, the Athens native jumps
onto the apron, and hops into the ring.]

JM: We have Mark Barnett as the official for this match.

MA: Ya know, this guy's been in more promotions than Sabin Figaro.

JM: Matt, that's a testament to his abilities as an official.

MA: MATTHEW! Too bad it's not nineteen ninety-six or Barnett could
win official of the year.

[Quartermann and Freeman eye each other from opposite corners.
Quartermann bounces from foot to foot, rolling his neck. Mark
Barnett calls for the bell.]

============================================
SHOCKWAVE: ONE ON ONE MATCH

KEVIN QUARTERMANN v. ADRIAN FREEMAN
============================================


!!! DING DING DING !!!


JM: Barnett calls for the opening bell. This one is underway..

[Freeman grabs the top rope and pulls on it one last time, before
making his way out towards the center of the ring. Quarterman makes
an immediate beeline for Freeman. The two lock up.Quartermann
releases his right arm from the lock-up and clubs Freeman's neck
with a forearm. He follows up with another forearm, stunning the
Australian native.]

JM: Quartermann goes right on the attack. He's clubbing Adrian
Freeman with those forearms, trying to soften him up for some more
potent offense.

MA: We're way too early into this match, Joshua. Adrian Freeman
belongs to a class very few professional wrestlers ever reach. He's
a brilliant technician in the ring. He's got six counters for every
move.

[Quartermann continues clubbing Freeman with forearms, directing
Freeman to the turnbuckle. Freeman's back hits the turnbuckle, and
Quartermann switches from forearms to punches.Mark Barnett calls
for a break. Quartermann hooks his arm underneath Freeman's
shoulder and goes for a hiptoss. Freeman hops over, looking to
reverse the move. Quartermann puts on the breaks and takes Freeman
to the mat with a standing lariat.]

JM: Quartermann uses his strength to keep himself from being
hiptossed. Then he just smashes Freeman with a lariat!

MA: Don't count Freeman out yet, Joshua. Everyone likes to call
themselves a ring general, but few even know what that statement
means.Freeman? He's one of the elite ring generals. He's a true
technician in that ring. Think of it like a game of chess.

JM: Adrian Freeman is one step ahead of Kevin Quartermann at all
times?

MA: More like ten, Joshua.

[Quartermann immediately makes a lateral press. Barnett drops into
position.]

!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!


JM: And Adrian Freeman kicks out before the three count!

MA: Nice lariat from Quartermann, but it won't be enough to hold
Freeman down.

[Quartermann grabs Freeman to continue his offense. Freeman quickly
escapes and rolls out underneath the bottom rope. Mark Barnett
starts his count as Freeman places his hands on his hips and paces
that side of the ringside area.]

JM: Freeman now taking a break. I don't think he expected this
much of a fight from Quartermann.

MA: No, no, no, Joshua. Freeman isn't frustrated. You can't
frustrate a world class competitor like him.Freeman is out there
to slow the pace down. He's out there to frustrate Quartermann.

[Quartermann rolls outside the ring on the opposite side, getting
the mic from Herk Douglas.]

JM: Quartermann out of the ring, and he's got the mic from Douglas.

KQ: Freeman! Everybody here... an' most important, all the guys in
the back... we ball seen how you backed away from Wright. How
you're backpedalling, how you don't want nothin' to do with him in a
fair fight. An' now you're runnin' from me.

Maybe you ain't figured it out yet, but this here is Phoenix Valley
Wrestling.

[The crowd gives a YAY HE SAID THE NAME OF OUR FED cheer!]

KQ: You ain't got nobody to hide behind here, an' that locker room
is full of sharks who frenzy when they smell blood. An' yours is in
the water, actin' like this. You wanna prove you belong, Freeman,
you stand up to me and fight me. Wrestling moves, whatever your
style is, it don't matter... but do it like a man. Or your life
ain't gonna be worth five cents with that pack of wolves.

Trust me, I had to learn the hard way.

[Quartermann tosses the mic back to Douglas and climbs back into the
ring. Freeman shouts at Quartermann and then climbs into the ring
himself. Freeman motions for Quartermann to bring it. Quartermann
charges as Freeman moves closer to the middle of the ring and takes
the Athens native down with a drop toehold. As soon as Quartermann
hits the mat, he rolls to his side, avoiding the follow-up leglock
Freeman was looking for. Quartermann quickly moves and gets to a
mounted position on Freeman and starts reigning down with punches.]

JM: Quartermann has done his homework. He's scouted Freeman's
technical prowess, but he's taking away the Australian technician's
advantage. You called Adrian a ring general earlier, Matt. Kevin
Quartermann is a genius. He's well-read. You have to think he's
probably read some books on strategy.

MA: Since when has the Clifford the Big Red Dog series been
considered go-to books about strategy?

JM: I'm talking about the Art of War. Machiavelli's the Prince.
Books like that.

MA: Just because Quartermann says he read those, you believe him?

JM: I have no reason not to. And he never specifically said he
read those.

MA: Exactly. He said he's read some books. He never said WHICH
books. You noticed Freeman had Supreme Wright as his personal
driver on Showcase?

JM: Yes.

MA: He didn't say, "I have many drivers. "He SHOWED the world who
his driver was.

[Freeman is able to reach the ropes. Barnett calls for the break.
Quartermann gets up to his feet. Seeing his opportunity, Freeman
gets to his hands and knees and drives a shoulder into Quartermann's
knee, taking him down to the mat.]

MA: And now you'll see what Adrian Freeman can do. He was just
waiting for the right opportunity, Joshua.

JM: Freeman with a chop block, that takes Quartermann down. The
pendulum of offense has swung in Freeman's direction.

MA: Pendulum of offense? Sheesh.

[Freeman quickly gets to his feet and rolls Quartermann onto his
stomach. He sits down and applies a chinlock, pulling back as far
as he can.]

MA: Ya see that? Just like that, Freeman is in control. He's
going right after Quartermann's back.

[Quartermann fights and gets to all fours. Freeman releases the
chinlock and jumps into the air, driving his knee down into the
small of Quartermann's back. Quartermann falls back to the mat.
Freeman quickly captializes. He crosses Quartermann's leg at the
ankles, and hooks them and Quartermann's neck. With both of his
knees firmly planted in the small of Quartermann's back, Freeman
rolls him over into a bow and arrow.]

JM: Beautiful execution of that move by Freeman.

MA: Notice how his shoulders are off the mat, Joshua? Most "world
class technicians" who apply this move have to let go because they
let their shoulders hit the mat. They find their pinning
themselves.Not Adrian Freeman.

JM: Good insight, Matt.

MA: One more time kid it's Matthew!

[Freeman does release the hold. Freeman is first to his feet and
drags Quartermann up with two handfuls of hair. Freeman fires in
with a European uppercut. Freeman follows up with another European
uppercut. A third European uppercut staggers the Athens native into
the corner. Freeman presses his assault and lights up Quartermann's
chest with chop after chop.]

JM: Freeman is just firing in chop after chop at Quartermann in
that corner. His words must have gotten to Freeman.

MA: Quartermann isn't capable of getting under Freeman's skin.

[Freeman pulls Quartermann out of the corner and moves behind him
with a waistlock. Quartermann quickly counters with a snap mare,
bringing Freeman to the mat. Before Freeman can stand up,
Quartermann has his arms pulled back and a knee firmly planted in
his back.]

JM: Quartermann with a beautiful counter of his own to block what
could have been a suplex attempt.

MA: We saw Quartermann attack his own partners and go at it with
five to one odds on Heatwave. Now you want to insinuate he's smart?

[Freeman fights to power out of the move, finally able to get his
knee under him. He pops to his feet and rolls forward to put
Quartermann off-balance. Freeman goes to apply an armringer, but
Quartermann quickly grabs Freeman's arm and brings him down with a
single-arm DDT.]

JM: He is, Matt. You said Freeman was ahead in this game of human
chess. I believe Quartermann has anticipated how Freeman would
counter moves. He's setting those situations up to capitalize with
big offensive counters of his own. Take a look at that armbar DDT.
He's going to work right on that shoulder.

MA: I can't work with you anymore ... and I'll give Quartermann
credit. He's smarter than I thought, but he's no Adrian Freeman.
Quartermann is smarter than your average run of the mill fan
pandering fanboy that makes up a good chunk of our roster. Smarter
than Adrian Freeman? No.I won't buy it.

[Quartermann is to his feet quickly. He reaches down and pulls
Freeman up.Freeman seizes his opportunity and jabs a thumb into
Quartermann's eye.]

JM: Let me guess. You'll find a way to justify that right?

MA: I don't need to.

[Freeman capitalizes with a double leg take-down and pins
Quartermann's shoulders to the mat. Barnett drops into position.]

JM: Quartermann now finds himself in a pinning predicament!


!!! ONE !!!





!!! TWO !!!





[Freeman puts his feet on the bottom rope.]





!!! THREE !!!


[Barnett gets up and signals to the time keeper.]


!!! DING DING DING !!!


JM: Adrian Freeman steals this win right out from underneath
Quartermann.

[As Barnett gets to his feet, Freeman is already on his back and
using the bottom rope to pull himself out of the ring.]

MA: That's why Adrian Freeman is a great technical wrestler.

JM: Because he put his feet on the bottom rope?

HD: The winner of the match...


!!! ADRIAN FREEEMAN !!!


MA: Nope. He knew EXACTLY where he was in the ring to take
advantage of the ropes being there. THAT is a ring general.

JM: Or a cheat.

MA: Tell that to Freeman. He'll stretch you six different ways in
less than a second, Joshua.

[Quartermann is up and at the ropes, yelling at Freeman. Freeman
rotates his arm a few times and continues to the back. We crossfade
from Quartermann still yelling at Freeman and the camera catches
sight of Uncle Frank walking backstage. He carries the Phoenix
Valley Wrestling Television Championship in its protective case.
Creepy smile on his face, Frank rounds the corner and the smile
fades as he spots two men standing at the craft services table.

Those two men are the team of Gold Rush, Beau Wilson and Jonathan
Regnigh. The 6'5" Regnigh wears snap pants over his wrestling gear.
Beau's shoulder length blonde hair is pulled back and he has a towel
draped around his neck. The men look to be having a discussion about
their match with Cow and Chicken from earlier in the night. Uncle
Frank approaches them.]

Uncle Frank: Hello.

Regnigh: Oh, fantastic. Uhm, hey Frank.

Uncle Frank: Your Uncle Frank thinks that you two have been very bad
boys. Yes, yes you have. Do not deny it. Do not lie to your Uncle
Frank, because he knows...Oh yes... He knows that you're in league
with Marcus.

Regnigh: What are you talking about?

[Frank looks at the belt in its case, seemingly whispering something
under his breath and then pausing, as if listening to a reply before
turning his attention back to Gold Rush.]

Uncle Frank: We know! We _both_ know that you are trying to help
Marcus separate us.

Wilson: Dude, what are you smoking and who's your guy?

Regnigh: Beau! Listen, Fr-

[Frank smiles politely, holding up his hand to correct Regnigh.]

Uncle Frank: Uncle Frank.

[Pause. Regnigh sighs.]

Regnigh: Uncle Frank. We're not working with Marcus. I haven't even
talked to him in months. Besides, we're a tag team, why would we
care about your TV title?

Uncle Frank: Because Marcus told you to, and...

[Frank pauses, looks around and then speaks in a near-whisper as if
revealing some big secret or conspiracy.]

Uncle Frank: ...he can be a very conniving and manipulative man.
Yes, he can. Uncle Frank knows you do not want to hear this about
such close family, Jonathan, but it's true. Marcus is pulling your
strings, and you do not even see them.

[He nods seriously, raising his voice above the whisper again.]

Uncle Frank: Uncle Frank just wants to help you, Jonathan. You have
to trust in your Uncle Frank that this is all for your own good.
Now, tell your Uncle Frank where your brother Marcus is.

Regnigh: I'm sure he's around here somewhere, I bet you'll find him
if you look hard enough. And if you do, tell him to check his
voicemail, cus I've left him a few messages. Maybe he'll listen to
you since you have something he wants.

[The camera catches the team of Lineage coming around the corner
behind Gold Rush. If Uncle Frank sees them, he does not call
attention to it.]

Uncle Frank: Lying isn't nice, Jonathan. You shouldn't lie to your
Uncle Frank. Marcus hurt Uncle Frank's friend and he needs to
APOLOGIZE for his carelessness..No...For his maliciousness!
There is still HOPE for him, but only if he does as Uncle Frank
tells him to do.

Regnigh: Look, I don't-

Wilson: What we're trying to say here, Chuckles, is that we don't
give a sh[beep] about your "Precccioussssses"!

[Beau does his best Gollum imitation, and then reaches forward and
finger flicks the case holding the TV title. For a half a second
there is silence. Beau smiles smugly, and Uncle Frank explodes into
action, both hands finding their way to Wilson's throat. Before
Regnigh can pull Frank off of his partner, Vermeer and Kruger are on
top of him, pounding him to the concrete floor with forearm shots
and double axe handles.

Uncle Frank wraps Beau up into a Full Nelson, and soon, Wilson finds
himself on the floor, locked in Uncle Frank's Funhouse!

Kruger locks Regnigh's arms behind his back as Vermeer gets in his
face.]

RV: You won't dare to interfere with our business again, will you? I
don't think I'll have to cripple you, just slap that ugly mug into
hamburger meat!

[BACKHAND-SLAP!]

Voice: Hey!

[Security finally makes it to the scene, and pulls Lineage and Frank
off of Gold Rush. As the trainers check on Regnigh and Wilson, the
show crossfades back to ringside.]

JM: Frank and Lineage just attacked Gold Rush!

MA: And they deserve it! You can't just mock a man and his title and
expect to get away with it ... well you don't mock Uncle Frank period.
All he was doing was giving them a friendly word of advice.

JM: Locking on the Funhouse is not a friendly word of advice.

MA: Before that Joshua, he was trying to tell them to stay away from
Regnigh's former Circle of Death's partner, Marcus Manson, and keep
their noses out of his business. Like I said just a friendly word of
advice. I can't help it if Gold Rush refused to take it.

JM: Folks, we're now just moments from tonight's main event the
American Title Match!

MA: That's right, Joshua. Tonight, Herscher von Donkerhardt will
show the dominance of HOPE as he does the same thing Gibson Hayes
did and wipe the mat with Christopher Hartt.

JM: Wipe the mat with him? Christopher Hartt took Gibson Hayes to
limit and if it wasn't for his lackeys in HOPE Hartt would probably
be the World Heavyweight Champion right now.

MA: Please Christopher Hartt can't polish the boots of any members
of HOPE.

JM: Well we're about to find out. Let's go to the Voice!

HD: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall and
is for the PVW American Championship! Making his way to the ring,
the challenger....

['Unbreakable' by Fireflight starts to play over the speakers, as
the crowd leaps to their feet. Video spots of 'The Paladin' Chris
Hartt fighting various opponents play on the Phoenixtron. Hartt
makes his way out in a hooded, sleeveless jacket decorated to look
like something akin to Assassin's Creed.

Hartt reaches out and takes hands of eager and excited fans.His
eyes are shaded by the pointed hood, but his gaze is firmly locked
towards the ring.

He makes his way down and climbs onto the apron.He looks back to
the crowd, tosses back the hood, then slips between the ropes and
mounts a turnbuckle, signaling to the crowd with his arms
outstretched in a cross display.]

HD: From Minneapolis, Minnesota, standing at 5' 11" and weighing in
at 245 lbs., PVW's Avenging Angel, 'The Paladin' ...


!!! CHRIS HARTT !!!


JM: Hartt looks ready to take on this challenge from Herscher von
Donkerhardt!

MA:He'd better be!If he doesn't, he's gonna look more of a fool
than he already does.

JM: I think he can hear you, you know.

MA: SO! I'm not Fred, I'm not afraid of Christopher Hartt.

JM: And you're not announcer of the year either.

MA: I hate you right now.

[Hartt drops down and removes the jacket, then starts to stretch out
a bit.]

[Over the Pa blares "I Remember", the entrance song of Herscher von
Donkerhardt. The audience reaction immediately turns negative,
realizing who the music is for. Herscher appears at the entrance way
and is showered by boos from the crowd. He makes his way down the
aisle as people continue to shout unpleasant things at the
Dutchman.]

HD: And now coming down the aisle. He hails from Utrecht in the
Netherlands He is known as the "The Netherlands Submission Machine",
and reigning PVW American Champion. Here is the self proclaimed
"Best Technical Wrestler in the World Today" ...


!!! Herscher von Donkerhardt !!!


[The crowd boos with ever greater intensity at the sight of the once
fan favorite.]

MA: There he is Herscher von Donkerhardt our American Champion for a
year now. He looks like a million bucks and now that he's with HOPE
he'll be worth that and more!

JM: Its a small trade off for selling your soul.

MA: He didn't sell it, he found it thanks to HOPE. HOPE is
Donkerhardt's new soul, in fact I will venture to say HOPE is the
very soul of PVW.

JM: More likes its cancer.

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


============================================
SHOCKWAVE: AMERICAN TITLE MATCH

CHRISTOPHER HARTT v. HERSCHER VON DONKERHARDT (c)
============================================


!!! DING DING DING !!!


JM: And this match is underway.

[Hartt walks right up to HvD and lays into him with a verbal
assault.]

MA:Awww, c'mon!We paid to see a match!Not a book review!

JM:Hartt is laying it all out to the current American Champion!

[Hartt finishes up his tirade and HvD lays in a verbal barb or two
of his own and Hartt slaps him across the face. Hartt shakes the
slap off and the two men lock up in the center of the ring. The
crowd begins to buzz as the Christopher Black begins to make his way
down to the ring.]

JM: What is Christopher Black doing coming to ringside?

MA: I have no idea but it can't be good for Christopher Hartt ... I'll
enjoy it though.

JM: So nice.

[HvD gains control of the lock up and forces Hartt to a corner, but
Hartt is able to reverse the lock up as he spins HvD into the corner
and lays in several hard shots to HvD's head. Hartt springs onto the
second rope and nails HvD with a knee to the chest. HvD staggers out
of the corner and Hartt springs off of a rope and drives the champ
down with a running bulldog. The crowd roars their approval as the
first ever American Champion is in control in the early going.]

JM: Christopher Hartt showing why he is a former champion ...

MA: Former being the key word. HvD is pushing himself back to his
feet ...

[Black grabs a chair and sits next to Herk Douglas as Hartt rushes
towards Hvd.]

JM: But Hartt meets him with a stiff knee to the side of the head
that sends the champion crashing to the mat once again.

[The crowd continues to roar as Hartt pulls HvD back up to his feet
and scoops him into the air and slams him into the mat. The crowd
roars as Hartt quickly drops a knee into the side of HvD's head.]

JM: Hartt showing a lot of fire here tonight as he once again pulls
HvD back to his feet.

[HvD catches Hartt with an elbow to the side of his head and shoves
him back a step. HvD rotates his head to the side cracking the
vertebrae in his neck before the two men once again lock up. Hartt
drives his knee into the mid-section of HvD doubling the champion
over. Hartt quickly applies a front chancery and snaps HvD over with
a snap suplex. Christopher Hartt kips up to his feet and quickly
grabs a hold of HvD.]

JM: Hartt grabbing HvD and rolling him onto his stomach.

[As Hartt grabs one of the HvD's legs, he attempts to place his
ankle between his thighs but HvD manages to grab the bottom rope
causing Lou Crowe to order Hartt to break the hold. Hartt releases
the legs of HvD but he leaps into the air and nails HvD with an
elbow to the back of the head. The crowd cheers wildly as Hartt
grabs the legs of HvD dragging him back to the center of the ring.
HvD grabs HvD by his head and slams it into the mat three times
before listening to Lou Crowe and releasing the head of HvD. Chris
Hartt gets back to his feet and walks away.HvD slowly begins to
push his way to his knees and Hartt rushes forward. He places his
foot onto the thigh HvD and drives his leg into the back of HvD.]

JM:Hartt with a shining wizard! HvD collapses to the mat face
first.

[Chris Hartt rolls HvD onto his back and hooks the leg. Christopher
Black leans forward in his chair as he watches Lou Crowe drop to the
mat for the count.]


!!! ONE !!!



!!! TWO !!!


MA: And the American Champion kicks out!

[Hartt slaps the mat in disappointment but he gets back to his feet
and grabs HvD by the head pulling the champion to his feet. HvD
reaches up and rakes his fingers across the eyes of Hartt. Lou Crowe
warns him not to do it again but the damage is done as HvD catches
Hartt with a European Uppercut to the chin of Hartt. Chris Hartt
staggers back and HvD returns to his feet.]

MA: And that's one of the reasons he's been champion for a year now.
HvD is a step ahead of the challenge and he drives a knee into his
mid-section doubling him over. The champion grabs Hartt holding him
in place.

[HvD drills the trapped Hartt with a series of knees to the gut. As
Hartt doubles over Hvd grabs him by the waist and executes a
gutwrench suplex on his opponent. Hvd quickly grabs the challenger
by the head and executes a piledriver on him. Black stares at the
fallen figure of Hartt as HvD hooks his leg.]

MA: HvD spikes Hartt into the mat and here's the cover!


!!! ONE !!!



!!! TW -- !!!


JM: And Hartt kicks out!

MA: HvD wasting no time as he grabs Hartt by the head and pulls him
up into a seated position.

[HvD executes a standing side kick to the back of Hartt's head. The
impact sends Hartt back to the mat and rolls around on the canvas
clutching his neck. The crowd boos and begins to chant.]


Herscher Sucks! Hersher Sucks! Hersher Sucks! Herscher Sucks!

Herscher Sucks! Herscher Sucks! Herscher Sucks! Herscher Sucks!

Herscher Sucks! Herscher Sucks! Herscher Sucks! Herscher Sucks!


[Herscher takes in the negative reaction and smirks. Christopher
Black remains motionless in the chair just staring at Hartt. HvD
still seems to take no interest in Black at ringside.]

MA: Do these people really think Herscher cares what they think?
He's the American Champion and he's a member of the greatest group
in history HOPE. There opinion means nothing to him. Herscher
grabbing Hartt by the hair and pulls the quote unquote Paladin back
to his feet.

[HvD drives his forearm into the back of Hartt forcing him back into
a piledriver position. The Champion pulls Hartt into the air and
drives him into the mat with a nasty powerbomb.]

MA: HvD with another cover.


!!! ONE !!!


[And the crowd roars as Lou Crowe thrusts only one finger into the
air. HvD quickly stands to his feet and drives his foot into the
back of Hartt. As Hartt reaches back in pain HvD pulls him up again
and executes another powerbomb onto Hartt that sends the challenger
hard into the mat.]



!!! ONE !!!



!!! TWO !!!


[Lou Crowe thrusts two fingers into the air and the crowd roars
their approval. HvD slaps the mat in frustration and pushes himself
back to his feet. HvD stands over Hartt and scrapes his boot over
the face of Hartt.]

MA: That was boot scrape was obviously to express his disgust over
what he felt to be a slow count.

[HvD pulls Hartt back to his feet.]

MA: I think HvD is looking for another powerbomb.

[However Hartt grabs the back of HvD's head blocking the hold and he
lands a shot to the face, and another and another. As HvD is
momentarily stunned Hartt snaps back taking HvD to the mat with a
Hurrancanrana. The crowd cheers wildly as Hartt gets back to his
feet. Black runs his hand over his chin in contemplation as Hartt
gets back to his feet.]

JM: Hartt is back to his feet and HvD is slowly getting back up to
his ... Dropkick from Hartt to the chin sends HvD down to the mat.

[HvD though quickly rolls back up to his feet and Hartt once again
drops him to the mat with a dropkick to the chin. The crowd
continues to roar as HvD gets up a third time and this time HvD
finds himself on the receiving end of a flying tackle from Hartt.
Hartt gets up and executes a boot scrape of his own onto the face of
HvD, thus returning the favor.]

JM: Listen to these fans scream for Hartt. Can you feel it Matt? Can
you feel the energy from the fans?

MA: It is MATTHEW! And these fans can scream as much as they want.
Till that bell sounds their mindless screaming means nothing.

[Hartt reaches down and pulls HvD back to his feet and is met with a
thumb to the eye. The crowd boos as Lou Crowe warns HvD again but
Hvd ignores him and grabs the right arm of Hartt and Irish whips him
into the ropes. The temporarily blinded Hartt doesn't see the
charging Herscher's knee rammed into his gut after rebounding from
the ropes. Hartt doubles over in pain.]

MA: Like I told you, Joshua. They can scream as much as they want
but it means nothing. HvD is once again in charge of this match as
he slips behind Hartt.

[HvD wraps his arms around the waist of Hartt and executes a German
suplex, Hvd maintains his grip around the waist of Hartt and rolls
back to his feet. As he does so he pulls Hartt up again and he
follows up by executing another German suplex.]

MA: Two straight picture perfect German suplexes by the American
champion.

[HvD once again rolls both men back to their feet but as he attempts
to execute a third one Hartt hooks his leg around the leg of HvD
preventing him from powering him over. Hartt reaches back and grabs
the head of HvD and drops to the mat. Black leans back in the chair
as he continues to watch the match intently.]

JM: Jawbreaker by Hartt! Once again HvD was trying to go to the well
for a third time and just like the powerbombs it bit him!

[Hartt is back to his feet first and runs towards the far side
ropes, he rebounds off and executes a flying lariat that pushes HvD
up and over the ropes and out into the ringside area, taking Hartt
with him.]

JM: Both men tumble to the floor!

MA: And Lou Crowe wastes no time being his count.

[Chris Hartt is the first to get to his feet and he roughly pulls
the American Champion to his feet. He grabs the stunned HvD and
lifts executing a spinebuster onto the ringsteps. HvD holds his back
and writes around the ring side area in visible pain. The crowd
roars loudly as the referee continues his count.

JM: Crowe reaches eight and Hartt slides under the bottom rope into
the ring to break the count.

[Chris Hartt thrusts his arms into the air and the crowd continues
to cheer as he waits for Herscher to get up. As Herscher pushes
himself to his feet Hartt begins to climb to the top turnbuckle and
executing a flying missile dropkick that pushes HvD into and over
the ringsteps. The crowd's roars become deafening as Hartt pushes
himself back to his feet.]

JM: Right now HvD needs hope if he wants to retain his title.

MA: Oh so funny Joshua.

[Hartt pulls himself back to his feet and grabs HvD shoving him into
the ring under the bottom rope stopping the referee's count once
again. Hartt stays on the offense as he lays in several shots to
Hvd's midsection. HvD covers up to protect himself, but Hartt lays
in knee shots on HvD's ribs and takes him down to the mat once
again. Chris Hartt looks to the crowd, who are now on their feet,
cheering on the hero, as he sees his goal in sight.Hartt sweeps
back his sweaty hair and exhales with renewed excitement.Hartt
moves in and grabs HvD's arm and sets him up for the Avenger ... ]

JM: Hartt is looking for the Avenger!

[For the first time Christopher Black raises from his chair and
walks towards the apron as Hartt tries to lock on the hold HvD kicks
his leg out wildly and is able to catch it around the bottom rope.]

MA: Christopher Black finally showing some real interest in the
match right now as Hartt goes for the Avenger.

[The crowd boos loudly as Lou Crowe tells Hartt he needs to release
the arm. Hartt releases the arm and and spins HvD about and follows
up with a well placed chop to the chest and another and another.]

JM: Hartt was unable to get the Avenger locked in but he's on the
attack as he grabs HvD's arm and sends him into the ropes. HvD
rebounds and gets hit with a spinning heel kick that sends him to
his back. Hartt quickly runs into the ropes and leaps onto the
middle turnbuckle executing an Asia moonsault! The crowd is still at
a fever pitch as the Paladin drops for the cover!


!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!


MA: And HvD kicks out!

JM: Chris Hartt is back to his feet and he begins to climb the
nearest turnbuckle. Hartt points at Black ... I think that's the first
time he's acknowledged that he was even at ringside.

[Flashbulbs pop throughout the arena as Hartt leaps off of the
turnbuckle with a moonsault but the cheers that have been filling
the arena quickly fade as HvD rolls out of the way just in time.
Chris Hartt rolls onto his side and grabs his chest in pain. HvD
gets up and runs to the far side ropes. He rebounds off of them and
executes a baseball slide into the back of Hartt's neck. HvD quickly
gets back to his feet and rolls Hartt onto his belly. HvD drops
kneedrop after kneedrop onto the back of Hartt's neck.]

MA: It was and it obviously cost him! And right now you can see what
makes a true champion as HvD has picked a spot and is attacking it.

[HvD drops an eighth kneedrop into the back of Hartt's neck and he
he sits upon the back of Hartt. Hvd grabs Hartt by his neck puts him
in a cobra clutch. HvD wrenches back with the hold as he continues
to sit on the back of Hartt.]

JM: Herscher von Donkerhardt is not only trying to end this match,
but it looks like he wants to end Hartt's career.

MA: Good, it wasn't much of a career to begin with.

[Black stares into the eyes of Hartt as the Paladin struggles in the
ring.]

JM: You'd think Herscher would have learned a lesson or two when
Manson tried to end his career with similar tactics.

MA: He did learn a lesson. That lesson being end your opponent's
career before he ends yours.

[The crowd begins to rain down the boos on HvD as he keeps the cobra
clutch locked in. Lou Crowe asks Hartt if he wants to give but Hartt
screams no over and over again.]

JM: Just like a Paladin, fighting with every once of his being and
soul.

MA: You do realize there is a reason why there are no longer any
Paladins right?

JM: Why?

MA: They all were too stupid to know when to live to fight another
day.

[Hartt continues to scream no but the volume in his voice is fading
and his eyes begin to glaze over. HvD smirks and screams he's
finished. Lou Crowe grabs the right arm of Hartt and watches it fall
once. He grabs it a second time and once again it falls to the mat.]

MA: That's it give HvD his belt this match is over.

[Lou Crowe raises Hartt's hand a third time and it begins to fall to
the mat. Lou Crowe waves off of the submission as Hartt's hand
doesn't fall a third time and the crowd once again roars to life as
Hartt tries to reach for the bottom rope.]

JM: Hartt is still alive!

MA: Not for long as HvD still has the cobra clutch locked in.

[The crowd continues to cheer as Hartt continues to reach for the
ropes ...]

JM: Hartt is reaching and he's got it! He's got the bottom rope!

[Lou Crowe begins to pat HvD telling him to break the hold.]

MA: Black doesn't look impressed at all that Hartt reached the
bottom rope.

JM: HvD refusing to break the hold and and Lou Crowe begins his
count!


! ONE !
! TWO !
! THREE !
! FOUR !
! FIV !


MA: And HvD breaks the hold at five, and shoves Hartt's head into
the mat for good measure.

JM: Good measure?

MA: It's always good measure to add a bit of extra punishment to
your opponent.

[HvD grabs Hartt by the head and places it through the middle
and top ropes and throws him over the top rope, choking Hartt
hangman style. The crowd begins to scream in horror as Hartt is
being hung by the ropes. Black looks up at Hartt and a slight smirk
crosses his face.]

JM: HvD is trying to cripple Chris Hartt! I told you Gibson Hayes
was afraid of Christ Hartt. He views him as a legitimate threat and
told HvD to take him out!

MA: That's so far from the truth! HvD is using Chris Hartt as a
message for William Craven.

JM: Either way Chris Hartt is gasping for air as HvD goes through
the ropes and down onto the concrete floor.

[HvD pulls on the boots of Hartt, increasing the chocking effect on
him. Lou Crowe tries to pry Hartt from the ropes as he screams at
HvD to free Hartt or he will disqualify HvD. HvD laughs and climbs
back onto the apron and releases Hartt from the ropes, Hartt falls
to the concrete floor.]

JM: HvD finally showing some sportsmanship there.

MA: Can't prove a point if the man isn't breathing.

[HvD throwsHartt into the ring steps, Hartt hits the steps with a
loud thud. Herscher places Hartt face first onto the ring steps and
walks in the opposite direction of the ringsteps and then runs
towards then, hittingHartt with a legdrop to the back of the head.
Hartt falls off the ring steps to the ringside area. The crowd
begins to boos as HvD grabs the ringsteps and drops then down onto
the back of Hartt's head. The crowd begins to boo vehemently at HvD
who pulls the ringsteps back into the air and again drives them into
the back of Hartt's head.]

JM: Lou Crowe screaming at Hvd ...


!!! TTTHHHUUUDDDD !!!


JM: Someone needs to get control of HvD right now before he does
serious damage to Chris Hartt.

[Black just stares at the prone figure of Chris Hartt as Lou Crowe
begins to scream for the bell.]

MA: Black just staring at Hartt as HvD pulls the steps up again.


!!! DING DING DING !!!


JM: There's the bell and ...

[Abruptly, the house lights die a premature death and an illusion of
raging fire springs to life on either side of the entrance ramp.
Cleverly crafted to look ever so real upon the Phoenix-Tron you'd
hardly believe that the LED framework of the screen hadn't actually
burst into flame.]

Vo (Voiceover): Base treason...

[A voice, unnaturally deep and raspy, rings out from some unseen
source. Cut to show HvD staring up the entrance ramp in utter
confusion.]

Vo: Hessians take to city streets, invaders hired by the enemy for
the purposes of nothing short of occupation. The occupiers; false
patriots who seek to rule by subterfuge and tyrrany. There will be
war crimes, there will be a trial by fire, there will be an
execution and the men responsible will be hung from the highest
gallows in the nation as a warning to those who would oppress the
people of the United States of America!

[Looking around himself, Herscher scowls, eyes wide with anger and
shock as his postmatch ritual is completely disrupted. He hurls a
curse at the screen that is drowned out completely.]

Vo: In the end ... HOPE ... will perish in flames.

[Flaring up brighter the flames on either side of the entrance
portal form into twin phoenix. The houselights raise again.
Herscher has dropped the ringsteps to the side and he is gritting
his teeth and shaking in shock.]

JM: What the hell was that!

[Lou Crowe hands HvD his American championship belt and begins to
usher him from the ringside area as Chris Hartt slowly pushes
himself to his feet. Christopher Black stands there and just stares
at Hartt as he continues to push himself to his feet. The two men
lock eyes and just continue to stare at one another for a few
moments.]

JM: Hartt is back to his feet and slowly takes a step towards Black.

[The men continue to stare at one another as we crossfade to Kevin
Quartermann backstage. He is weary and worn from his match with
Adrian Freeman, and is walking the halls to return to wherever he's
left his gear. Dean Hayes flags him down for an interview.]

DH: Kevin Quartermann...

KQ: We live?

DH: Not yet, we can go after this segment.

KQ: Then wait until I get showered and dressed, and put it post-
production, or next Showcase, or... what now?

[He's arrived at another locker room. This is not the same one we
saw him at earlier, but... the same woman is in the doorway.]

KQ: Are you people following me?!

DH: What happened?

KQ: My locker room was taken over by these... these...

[Remembering that he was in their shoes not long ago, Kevin bites
down on the word he wanted to call them.]

KQ: ...these people. So I went in with some of the others...

DH: Looks like all the people who had this room have already
wrestled and left.

Woman: Go away! This room is ours now! It was empty, so we got
squatter's righ...

KQ: NO YOU DON'T; GO TO SCHOOL!

[Quartermann steps over the woman and enters... to see that the
scene is not entirely dissimilar to the last time he entered a
locker room with the Occupy set. This time, it looks like they're
just settling in, and thus haven't done any damage to the lockers
yet. They're passing around some clothing items and toiletries from
a familiar olive drab bag.]

KQ: THAT'S MY CLOTHES!

Occupier: Finders, keepers.

KQ: GIVE ME THAT, YOU GODDAMN PHLEGMSUCKING RODENT!

[Kevin shoves the man holding his bag away and starts trying to
reclaim his property. He goes around the room snatching his things
out of the hands of the 'squatters', most of whom aren't really
strong enough to resist. However, this ends up tearing up much of
his clothing and some of them simply hide what they have from him.
Dean Hayes looks around as if concerned about an uprising, but none
of the people here sem to have any desire to physically do anything.
In the meantime, Quartermann rants.]

KQ: I WAS FLAT OUT ON THE STREET AND I NEVER STOLE NOTHING FROM
NOBODY!  YOU GODDAMN PISSANTS, YOU TOOK THIS TOO FAR!

DH: Kevin, you can't attack them! The British Columbia Civil
Liberties Assoc...

KQ: Oh, I can't attack them? Fine. I don't need to. I just need
to prepare for them next time. You people wanna occupy PVW, you
wanna get a free ride? There are people out there workin' hard who
can't make it, so you just give up? Be a quitter, cheat the system,
bury your head in the sand and let everyone else carry your slack?
Try to take things from people who were lucky enough to get
somewhere? You just decided that it's easier to be a fungus than a
human being? IT'S QUITTERS LIKE YOU WHO GAVE THE REST OF US A BAD
NAME!

[Oh, he's ranting again as he engages in a tug-of-war for his
jeans.]

KQ: NINETY-NINE PERCENT OF THE NINETY-NINE PERCENT ARE STILL WORKING
FOR IT, STILL TRYING HARD, AND YOU BOTTOM-FEEDERS RUIN IT FOR
EVERYONE!  YOU'RE THE ONES THEY LOOK AT AND SAY THAT THE UNEMPLOYED
ARE LAZY!  YOU'RE THE ONES THEY USE TO JUSTIFY MARGINALIZING THE
REST OF US!  YOU'RE CAUSING YOUR OWN...

[After his jeans rip and become useless, Quartermann throws them
down and attempts to regain his composure.]

KQ: Fine.You're all fungi, and the next time I see you, I'm
bringin' fungicide!

[Quartermann picks up his bag, and storms out of the room in a huff.
Crossfade back to the announcers.]

JM: What a night this has been. Occupiers driving Kevin Quartermann
crazy, Alex Wallace seemingly fired by Legacy, Chris Hartt defeats
HvD by disqualification so HvD retains his American Championship,
cryptic messages on the Phoenix-tron ...

[The traditional drums echo through the arena, followed by the
familiar guitar riff as pyro ignites at the stage entrance!!!
Explosions rock through the arena as Rob Cole starts to stalk toward
the ring and then pauses as the theme song plays throughout the
arena. "Rattamahatta" blares throughout the arena and Rob turns to
face people on his right... and then his left. He walks over toward a
fan reaching out for him and suddenly clasps hands, to the surprise
and joy of the fan! And then Cole starts to hug people... we see tears
in his eyes as he walks down the aisle. He turns to the right, and
he hugs fans there as well.]

JM: And here comes Rob Cole... the former champion, the former
monster, and now a man with some serious health concerns is making
his way to the ring for a special announcement.

MA: Special announcement of tucking tail and running, you mean?
Everyone knows what this is, Joshua... everyone knows that William
Craven broke poor Rob Cole, that Rob Cole hasn't been the same, that
the poor former champion is riddled with injuries, and that this is
the last time we're likely to ever see Rob Cole again.

[Cole starts to circle around the ring and pauses at the announce
table. Joshua rises to shake his hand and Cole... nodding his head,
just walks around the table and grabs the man in a hug! Matthew also
rises... the look of disgust is evident on his face as he watches
Cole. Rob parts from Joshua... and offers his hand to the heelish
announcer.]

MA: What? You want to shake my... ?

[Cole offers his hand again... Matthew stares for a moment, takes a
deep breath and releases a heavy sigh before accepting the hand for
a quick shake. He sits down quickly... wiping at his eye for a moment
before stopping and giving his sitting partner a dirty look. Rob
Cole turns and rolls into the ring... calling for a microphone as the
fans continue to cheer. They can sense the end of an era coming as
Cole stands in the center of the ring, turning to face each side of
the squared circle as he absorbs the crowd reaction. There are tears
in his eyes... and a smile. He laughs a bit... and suddenly spreads
his arms to the roar from the crowd. He laughs and then brings the
microphone up to his lips as he clears his throat.]

RC: God, I love this... and I hate it. How stupid is that, huh? I
mean, to hate something and love it and to stand here and tell you
about it like it isn't obvious in every facial tic and every nervous
breath I take... HAH! I hate waiting this long to take a moment and
look at all of you... all of you who have been with me, been against
me, been for me, all you people who have just been there for this
business and for my livelihood... taking a moment, a fraction of time
to look out at each of you here and see familiar faces, strangers,
and a combination of the two... why did I wait this long?

[The crowd begins to roar even louder as Cole chuckles and shakes
his head in awe, and there are tears falling from the eyes of the
former "monster" and a smile brightens his features as he turns
around and stares at the announcers again. He suddenly bows to them,
mouthing 'thank you' for some reason before turning to face the
camera. He laughs a little and his features seem to wash free with
relief. He kisses his finger tips and waves to the camera before
turning his attention to the audience in attendance.]

RC: Okay, well... this isn't my 'thing'. Actually... I was kind of
hoping to see that one last big match at a pay per view, to do
something big in this sport, or... I don't know, to do something
outlandish on my way out the door. I've wrestled in barbed wire,
wrestled in strap matches, wrestled with ladders and chairs and I've
gone through tables... and, yeah, I used a railroad spike to win the
Heavyweight Championship! I loved shocking you... I loved taking zig
zags on my way through this business, doing the unexpected, and
shoving the critics opinions down their throats and making them take
notice of just how wrong they were. I wanted to make a lasting
impact in this ring... but that's not really going to happen anymore.

THE GAME IS OVER!!!!

[Cole takes a breath, as the crowd falls a little silent.]

RC: Okay, here's the deal; So I was prepared to just... just
disappear. Walk away and not really acknowledge that it was
happening... that it's happened. I'm not exactly the kind of guy who
gets inducted in the "Hall of Fame", so I wouldn't ever be making
that "lifetime achievement" speech that so many people give.
According to some people I'm an overly dramatic cry-baby whiner and
they don't see the reason a lot of you people still cheer for me.
I'm okay with that... really. I may not have given everyone what they
wanted, but I always gave the most of what I was. It was enough for
some people, and that's all any of us can do in this sport. Earlier
this week, I gave my notice... I'm not going to wrestle someplace
else, I'm not going to make a big impact on this sport anymore, and
that's all there is to it. I wish I wasn't done but... oh boy! I've
been dropped on my head a lot in this business. I've taken a lot of
chairshots. I've been hit with all manner of 'plundah'.... But I guess
that two thundermelters are my limit, not to mention all the kendo
stick shots and whatnot. The doctors think I've taken too much
damage... that the shaking, the collapsing, the emotional
instability... it all has to do with having my brain get knocked
around it's own juices a bit too much. Too much sloshing around in the
noggin isn't good for ya', apparently!

When the Willinghams heard what I had to say to them, they told me
that it wasn't about me leaving... that it was about saying "goodbye"
and letting everyone know that this was the last hurrah. And... and I
have to admit something now that maybe I was a little too rough and
tough to admit a week or two ago; I'm a little relieved.

You see... I've been involved in one war after another since the day I
stepped foot in the ring. I've face a lot of people, and even now
they all deserve some sort of mention and remembrance but we are not
long on time. We do not have forever... and I have even less than
that. It's time for me to step aside and step back. You see, a
stroke might be right around the corner, or maybe something just as
serious, or just as threatening, and they are telling me to walk
away while I can still do so. There are a list of men and women in
this sport... names of people who are gone. I don't want to be on that
list... They are saying that this is the end... that I'm done. I'm not
the kid I used to be... I don't want to ignore the advice, and it's
just not worth the fight. So... for the sake of my family, my health,
and the legacy I wanted to leave behind in this sport... Goodbye.

[Cole takes a deep breath... smiles and lowers the microphone to the
mat as the crowd's silence begins to break and then grow. The
growing cheers... the appreciation... Cole smiles and turns to face
all sides of the ring and all the fans in attendance. He folds his
hands in front of his chest and bows at the waist, thanking the people
who are right now thanking him. He thanks them in return, smiling. The
cheers continue to grow as out from the entrance way emerges Brian
Young.]

JM: And here comes Brian Young!

MA: What a spotlight hog coming out here to steal the final moment
of Rob Cole's career ...

JM: You sound like you're going to miss him.

MA: Not at all, Joshua. I just happened to have been deprived my
final farewell and I honestly believe that every man in this
business deserves one.

JM: Brian Young has never been a spotlight hog and it doesn't
surprise me that he's one of the first men to come out and say
farewell to Rob.

[Young stands in the ring with Cole, shaking his head with a look of
frustration. He has an envelope in hand and limps over, leaning
heavily on that cane as he hands the envelope to Cole. Rob seems
confused and takes it... opening the contents as Young watches with a
look of anger. Cole looks at the papers... "What is this?" he asks....
Brian Young turns and calls for a microphone as Rob Cole continues
to flip through the papers. His eyes grow wide... and then there's
confusion as he backs up into a corner. Young turns to face him... ]

BY: You're not hurt! Read it, Rob... the tests came back and you're
not hurt. There's no concussion, there's no serious damage to the
spine... you're going to be okay, at least as far your physical health
is concerned. You've been cleared to wrestle... I know you're sick,
but you need to keep reading that report. Look at the tox screen.

[Cole looks confused... and flips through the papers, furrowing his
brows as he reads. His eyes flick back and forth. His breathing
becomes deeper and angrier, the relief choking out beneath the
tension of his characteristic fury. Cole looks up at Brian Young,
who shakes his head sadly. "Are you serious? Are you ... ?
WHAT?!?!?!!" Cole asks... the papers bunching between his fingers as
it forms into a fist.]

BY: You need to calm down. We're trying to find out who did it....

[But Cole isn't calm... he turns to face the fans, all of whom have
fallen silent in the confusion of the moment. In the shattering of
what looks to have been his moment to say goodbye, Rob Cole turns to
regard Young with a look of disbelief. The dual Phoenix-trons spring
to life, revealing a pair of shaking hands on each screen. For a
long moment the camera focuses on the hands before the camera slowly
panning up reveal the masked "X" in a dark room. He's laughing
through the voice distortion as Cole spins, eyes wide.... He shakes
his head in disbelief.]

X: I told you that I had a long reach, Robert.

[The masked man raises his right hand and begins to shake a small
pill case rattling the pills within. Slowly he begins to laugh
again.]

X: A very long reach indeed ... so long in fact, that I was able to
make you suffer more than you have ever before. I mean look at you
now Robert ... standing in the ring crying as you say good-bye to each
and every one of the fans ... fans who only wanted to watch you
bleed, to watch your flesh ripped from your bones ...

[The masked man pauses as Cole stares down at his hands... shaking
hands that now make sense. His eyes are wet with tears... rage is
twisting his features in absolute hatred. He shakes his head...
lowering his gaze before lifting his head once more to face the man
on the screen.]

X: The very things I gave them, when William Craven took you apart
piece by piece in that squared circle.

[Brian Young steps forward and places his hand upon the shoulder of
Rob Cole who shrugs it off, maintaining his intense glare at the
masked man.]

X: But I warned you Robert ... I warned you every single step of the
way what was going to happen ... I told you how you would bleed, how
you would feel pain that you have never felt before ... and you're
feeling it now aren't you Robert ... feeling like your heart is being
ripped out of your chest ...

[Brian Young backs away from him, watching the man on the screen
with a look of horror all his own. The man on the screen rises and
lifts his arms behind his head... ]

X: Do you want to know who I am? Well do you Robert?

[Cole licks his lips, his head slowly twisting back and forth in
denial... he grips the top rope, closing his eyes for a moment before
turning to look back at the man on the monitor as he undoes the
laces of his mask.]

X: I'm the man who told you to keep Yllana and Junior away from the
ring ... to send them someplace safe ... somewhere far away from the
business.

[The expression of the face of Rob becomes one of instant
confusion.]

X: I'm the one who told you that a car isn't worth leaving Yllana
unprotected with William in the building.

[The confusion fades from Rob's face turning to one of completed
shock.]

X: I'm the one who said you're going to suffer the way you made me
suffer.

[The camera catches Brian Young pulling off his suit jacket and
tossing it the mat. Rob Cole shakes his head no over and over again
as he continues to stare at the masked man who is every so slowly
unlacing the mask.]

X: I'm the one ...

[Brian reaches into his back pocket.]

X: WHO'S LIFE YOU RUINED!

[The mask is pulled off of the head and underneath it is revealed
the features of Brian Young. Cole shakes his head no and screams IT
CAN'T BE as the piercing green eyes of Young just stare at the ring.
There is an eerie silence in the arena as the dual Phoenix-trons
show Brian's face. Cole slowly turns around and as he does so Young
tosses the black matte mask into the air towards Rob Cole. Rob
reaches forward to grab it and as he does Brian swings the cane
driving it down into the forehead ...]


"___CCCRRRAAACCCKKK___"


[And the cane breaks into two piece across the top of Rob Cole's
head. Young just stares down at the prone figure of Rob Cole, who is
grabbing his head. Suddenly Young drops down and begins to rain
forearm after forearm into the skull of Rob Cole. The crowd is
booing vehemently as Mark Barnett is the first referee to the
ringside area, he grabs Young by the shoulders pulling him to his
feet and Young just shoves him to the side and begins to stomp on
the knee of Rob Cole.]


THUMP !!!
THUMP !!!
THUMP !!!
THUMP !!!
THUMP !!!


[Lou Crowe slides into the ring and grabs Young and he is also met
with a shove that sends him into the corner. Young glares at the two
referees before looking at Cole once again, and his attention is
pulled to a piece of the cane lying next to Cole. Young grabs the
cane and begins to drive the broken shards of it into his forehead.
The screams of young children erupt throughout the arena as blood
begins to flow forth from Cole's head. Brian continues to dig the
cane into the forehead of Cole, coating the shards in crimson. Mark
Barnett once again grabs Young by his shoulders and pulling him to
his ...]

THUD !!!

[Young pounds Barnett between the eyes with a vicious right hand
that sends the referee slumping to the mat. Young's eyes once again
turn towards Rob Cole and be screams GET UP! Young motions for Cole
to get to his feet and Cole slowly tries to push himself to his
knees. Young runs forward and just kicks Cole between the eyes
slumping him back to the mat. Lou Crowe now stands between the two
men and is grabbed by Young who once again tosses him to the side.
Young pulls Cole back to his and stands behind him. Young puts his
head under the arm of Cole; and lifts up using one arm around the
waist of Cole and the under his legs. Young then spins Cole around
one hundred and eighty degrees, dropping him to the mat back first
as he drops to a sitting position.]

JM: Blue Thunder Bomb!

[Young slowly stands to his feet and glares at the fallen Rob Cole,
the one time monster under the bed as all slowly fades to black.]


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PVW Writer Credits
Martinez v. Whisper - Brian
Freeman v. Quartermann - Roger
Cow and Chicken v. Gold Rush, Legacy v. Sons of Anarchy, Talion v.
Holiday, & Hartt v. HvD - Rob

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