[Cut to the back where a masked man hides in shadow. His mask, a matte
black number with a reflective black "X" catching the light shining
behind the camera, hides every detail of his face.]

Masked Man: William Craven, the name that has been murmured by his
opponents for years with fear in their eyes. But now people question
why they were afraid of him, wonder why they dreaded stepping into the
ring with the near seven foot, three hundred pound, green-skinned
freak.

[The eerie voice pauses for a moment.]

Masked Man: All because a woman beat him with a wooden sword... A
woman who happens to be married to the man who has been nicknamed the
monster beneath the bed...

[The figure runs his hand over the top of his mask as a disturbing
chuckle rumbles forth.]

Masked Man: ...and that simple fact seems to slip from the minds of
all the critics, all the fans and even the boys in the back. Yllana is
no ordinary woman ... she is the mother of Rob Cole's spawn...

[The grain of the video suffers and breaks apart in the dim light as
our masked friend flails his arms in a wild gesture.]

Masked Man: And I warned William. Warned him to be cautious. I told
him the mind games would work on Robert, I told him they would push
him to his limits, even break him ... but William was warned not to
bring Robert's son into this ... not to threaten his wife. I told him
crossing that line would unleash a viciousness he would not expect; a
viciousness everyone witnessed on Heatwave.

Yllana was a lioness. She protected her cub, just as I warned William
she would. But what no one seems to realize is this is not the William
Craven of the early nineties. This isn't the William Craven, who would
have stood up from the Bo-ken and played in a pool of Yllana's blood.

This is a different William Craven.

[Looking down, the Masked Man shakes his head before pointing with a
tapping motion towards the camera.]

Masked Man: This is a man who knows that time is running out for him
to achieve the one thing he desires more than anything else in this
industry ... William Craven wants to become a World Champion and he
knows he will never achieve that in the PVW if he gave into the
bloodlust that was seeping through him as Yllana berated him.

William is better than the Devin Houlihan's in the world and everyone
needs to remember that just because he is wiser than he was in the
past it doesn't make him any less dangerous.

On Heatwave the blood will flow freely and everyone will once again
understand why William's name is uttered with fear.

[The masked man begins to laugh sadistically as all fades to black.
The screen remains black for a long moment as Linkin Park's Faint
becomes audible.]

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

[Rapid fire shots of the PVW stars begin to flash across the screen.
The painted faces of Wolf and Doom fill the screen for a few moments
before slowly fading into The Biz and JDM walking down the aisle way,
they slowly fade into Chris Hartt, who slowly fades out to be replaced
by Danny Daniels, who is replaced by Nevermind who is replaced by Rob
Cole wrenching back on a camel clutch on William Craven.]

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

[Rob Cole fades into 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
Livestock and The Gutch driving two briefcases into the head of
Gabriel Whitecross.]

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

[The tag team champions fade into Max and Sal who fade into Uncle
Frank and Uncle Frank fades into Senor Cloak Dos clutching the PVW
Television Championship in his grasp as Christopher Black angrily
paces behind him.]

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

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

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

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


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        |    |       \     /    \        /
        |____|        \___/      \__/\  /
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[And we cut live to the arena where the fans are rabid. The camera
pans quickly about the arena showing various signs FRED HOYLE STOLE
DOS' MASK - SHOCKWAVE ROCKS OAKLAND - NAKED BIZ CHASED FOLEY AWAY -
RIP AL DAVIS ... RIP CALEB FOLEY'S CAREER HOWS YOUR WIFE AND MY SON,
PERRY? - VOTE FOR DANIELS & ARNOLD BALLOT1 - I'LL BE SPECTRE FOR
HALLOWEEN - CLOAK STAY AWAY FROM CREEPY UNCLE - GIBSON HAYES STOLE MY
FRO-PICK - FRED HOYLE FEARS SLUSH - TOM LANDIS FORGOT ENGLISH - I'M AN
ASH-HOLE -TODD JOHNSTONE IS DATING MY GRANDMA - PROPHETS FINALLY
HEADED TO RAGE COUNTRY ... BROOKDALE SENIOR LIVING!

The camera finally pans to the announce table where Josh Morgan is
sitting, wearing a his standard black PVW polo shirt and next to him
is sitting the perfection of professionalism, Matthew Anderson, who is
wearing a white dress shirt with a 2011 Warriors in Pink tie.]

JM: Hello ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to Oakland California and
welcome to SHOCKWAVE! I'm Joshua Morgan and with me ...

MA: Is the soon to be announcer of the year, Matthew Anderson!

JM: Boiling Point is rapidly approaching and huge changes are in store
for the PVW as tonight we will witness the final PVW matches of the
former Tag Team Champions The Prophets of Rage and The Celtic Crippler
...

MA: Call him what he is The Celtic Crybaby Caleb Foley and I'm going
on record to tell you that no one will miss him!

JM: How can you say that?

MA: Easily ... no one and I mean no one will miss him.

JM: And what about the Prophets of Rage are people going to miss them?

MA: The Prophets are legends in this business of course people are
going to miss them.

JM: But after their comments on Showcase I don't see the PVW locker
room missing them to much.

MA: Some people can't handle the truth.

JM: Also tonight we will see Frank Knight via for the PVW Championship
against the current title holder Senor Cloak Dos.

MA: Knight is a nut case and if I was in Dos' boots I would probably
just get counted out so I don't get seriously hurt tonight.

JM: Senor Cloak Dos is a warrior ...

MA: Please. He's just not smart enough to know when to stay away from
a challenge. I see that the Rock n Roll Connection has made their way
to ringside area for tonight's opening contest.

JM: On the last Shockwave the Rock n Roll Connection were set to
square off with Sex Appeal but VIP ended that match before it could
even begin.

MA: And VIP was invited to be here this week to explain their actions
but rumor is Carl Stevenson is still seething over the way the Royal
Family was let's say dismissed from the PVW.

JM: If that's the case why would he even let VIP make their presence
felt in the PVW.

MA: William Intrigue and Stephen Stellar have been a way from this
business for a long time, I wouldn't be surprised if what they did was
without Stevenson's approval.

JM: Well either way Johnny Cougar and Andrew Fox are in the ring and
here come their opponents.

[As Joshua finishes his sentence The Voice stands tall in the center
of the ring and begins the introductions.]

HD: And coming to the ring they are the team of Shadoe Rage and Derek
Rage ...


!!! THE PROPHETS OF RAGE !!!


[The houselights go down to be replaced by purple spotlights. Smoke
fills the arena and the broad, slow, deep, gloomy notes of Chopin's
"Death March" suck the joy out of the arena. The curtains part and
Pizzazz Elysee is the first to emerge from the backstage curtains.

Right behind here sweeps the Angel of Death, Shadoe Rage. In sharp
contrast to the dirge, Rage is animated. He wears his sparkling
sequined cloak. He throws out his arms, flourishing to the dirge's
heavy beat. Right behind him strides his brother, Derek Rage. He wears
a boxer's robe with the hood up over his head.

He looks like a giant Grim Reaper.  With slow deliberate steps he
marches towards the ring. His face betrays no expression. As Shadoe
Rage comes to the ring, he pulls of his sunglasses and hands them to a
child at ringside. His eyes burn with an almost inhuman fever. From
the floor he springs up the ring steps and leaps over the top rope. He
spins and flourishes in the ring to the time of the music before he
whips off the cape. He leans over the ropes, pointing at the child he
gave his glasses. "The violence tonight is all because of you!" he
screams]

MA: Two men who made it known on Showcase that after tonight they are
done in the PVW.

JM: And with their remarks I can only say ...

[Joshua pauses for a moment.]

JM: I can only wish them the best of luck.

MA: {chuckles} Not man enough to say what you want are you?

JM: I'm a professional.

MA: Since when? You're a poor man's version of Fred and everyone knows
that's not a compliment at all.


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

ROCK N ROLL CONNECTION vs. PROPHETS OF RAGE
============================================


!!! DING DING DING !!!


JM: There's the bell and both Rage brothers are rushing the Rock n
Roll Connection!

MA: It's like a mugging!

[Derek and Shadoe just begin to rain rights and lefts down across
Johnny Cougar and Andrew Fox, taking the two men by surprise. Shadoe
drives his knee into the mid-section of Fox and follows up with a
swift knee that sends Fox back into the ropes.]

TWHAP!

TWHAP!

TWHAP!

JM: Shadoe is lighting up the chest of Andrew Fox as Derek shoves
Cougar into the corner and clubs him!

MA: Derek living up to his last name!

JM: Referee Duke Martin better get this under control and quickly!

MA: The Rages don't care about the rules tonight! They know they are
out the door when that bell rings again and they want to make a
statement as they leave.

[Derek raises hi boot to the throat of Cougar and begins to just choke
the life out of him with it as Shadoe grabs Fox by the back of the
head and leaps over the top rope driving Fox's throat down upon the
top rope. Fox bounces off of the rope to the mat as Shadoe leaps to
the apron and quickly ascends to the top rope and leaps driving the
point of his elbow into the heart of Fox. Derek meanwhile grabs Cougar
and whips him across the ring to the far side corner ...]

MA: Derek charging ... Avalanche! Cougar is crushed between the seven
footer and the corner!

JM: Martin is trying to shove Shadoe to the corner ...

[The crowd gasps as Shadoe just drives his right hand in between the
eyes of Martin, who drops to the mat.]

JM: That was uncalled for! A fine will be forthcoming!

MA: Dex will just have to take it out of their paycheck.

[The crowd is now riled up and just booing the Prophets as they both
stand smugly over
the members of the Rock n Roll Connection.]

JM: Look at the eyes of Derek he looks crazed!

[Derek points at Shadoe who smiles and slides under the bottom rope as
Pizzazz tosses a chair into the ring to Derek.]

JM: Like that monster needs a chair!

[The crowd buzzes in anticipation as Derek grabs the chair and motions
for Cougar to get to his feet ...]


"___CCCLLLAAANNNGGG___"


MA: And Cougar is down after the shot to the back!


"___CCCLLLAAANNNGGG___"


MA: And there's one for Fox!

JM: Where is security?!?! Get these two [bleeps] out of here!

MA: Language!

JM: Folks, I apologize ... good god no! Shadoe is shoving a table into
the ring!

[A sick sadistic smile crosses the face of Derek as Shadoe sets up the
table inside the ring.]

JM: This can't be ... it won't be good!

[The crowd cheers wildly as security begins to swarm towards the
ring.]

MA: This has to be the first time I have ever heard security be met
with a thunderous reaction.

[The PVW Security slides into the ring and begins to position
themselves between the Rock n Roll Connection and the Prophets of
Rage, but Derek is still holding the chair and is glaring at the
closest member of the security force.]

JM: Derek looks like he wants to drive the chair across the skull of
the security team!

MA: They knocked out Duke Martin you don't think they would flatten a
member of security?

JM: Of course I think he will!

[As Derek pulls the chair back to swing it ...]

* DAAAAAAAA *

* DUN DUN DUNNNNN *

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

JM: Here come the Berserkers!

[Derek Rage glares at the entrance way as the painted warriors from
Chicago, Doom and Wolf, come rushing down the aisle!]

MA: And the Prophets of Rage aren't moving!

[The Berserkers slide into the ring and security quickly stands
between the two teams.]

JM: This is what all the fans wanted to see and they're finally going
to get it on the Prophets last night in PVW!

MA: No no they aren't!

[The crowd boos loudly as Derek and Shadoe smirk and slowly back away
towards the ropes.]

MA: The Prophets of Rage are leaving the ring!

JM: The Berserkers are trying to get at them but security won't let
them.

[The PVW security is met with a loud LET THEM GO chant as the Prophets
continue to make their way up the aisle. Shadoe looks at the
Berserkers one more time and gives them the one finer salute as the
crowd suddenly bursts out in song.]


Na na na na, hey hey-ey, goodbye
Na na na na, na na na na, hey hey-ey, goodbye


MA: And the PVW faithful is letting the Prophets know just how they
feel about them!

JM: Na na na na

MA: Joshua!

JM: What? Oh sorry, I ummm ...

MA: Folks, we just witnessed the final match for the Prophets of Rage
here tonight and a little later on we will witness the final match for
Caleb Foley and I can only say finally!

JM: Finally? Caleb Foley has been a fixture in the PVW since the day
it's doors opened over three years ago ...

MA: And his most important match in the PVW was nearly three yeas ago
and he cried in the center of the ring as he tapped out to Chase
Williams.

JM: Foley has battled anyone and everyone ...

MA: And lost to a man in his boxer shorts! He is no longer relevant
and he knows it.

JM: {sighs} Fans let's go to the back stage area where I have received
word Dean Hayes has caught up with the Berserkers.

[We cut backstage to where the famous masked interviewer, Dean Hayes
is standing by with the unscheduled Berserkers.]

DH: Thank you Joshua ... I am standing by with Wolf and Doom of the
Berserkers who aren't scheduled for a match here tonight.  But we who
we saw just mere moments ago give the Prophets of Rage a final PVW
memory.  Guys I wanted to ask you what you thought of the departure of
the Prophets of Rage.

[Wolf holds his hand up first as if he is telling Doom that he has
this.]

Wolf: The Prophets just showed the world just what they are really
made of.  While they once held a name that was respected in this
industry ... They became a joke ... a punch line.  Nobody gave a rats
ass when they saw the Prophets of Rage show up on their TV sets.  They
want to talk about being bored?

[Wolf snickers.]

Wolf: Let me let you in on a little inside joke that has been going on
around the back ... The Prophets have been about as exciting as paint
dry.  The most excitement you guys have been apart of in the past year
or more was when we got involved and dropped your girlfriend on her
skull.

DH: So you aren't upset to see them go?

Wolf: Dean, we came here to take on the best ... The Prophets had that
same opportunity and what did they do?  They sleep walked their way to
irrelevance.  Now on their way out they want to come out with some
sort of venom and tough guy mentality?

[Wolf shakes his head.]

Wolf: You just showed the world that you aren't anything but cowards.
What kind of men watch as their girlfriend is driven down into the
ground then just pack up and leave?  I guess we got your attention
alright ... we finally did the PVW a favor and took out the garbage.

DH: Big words guys.   So I guess it's safe to say that what the
Prophets said on Showcase leading up to this match didn't bother you?

[Doom time!]

Doom: These past few months we have earned our stripes, Dean.  We have
stepped out night after night and wrestled anyone and everyone no
matter how steep the competition was.  We understood that we weren't
going to have everyone's respect over night.  We didn't expect just
because we named dropped the Prophets of Rage that they were going to
jump right in and take us serious.  But, the biggest disappointment
was the fact that they couldn't even give us one final match before
they tucked their tail between their legs and ran home.  We did
everything we could to wake those deadbeats up and breathe a little
life into their zombie carcasses.  In the end the only thing that they
wanted to respond to was their critics ... And the sad part was they
were already so dead that they didn't see they were right.

[Doom shakes his head in disgust.]

Wolf: Prophets .... hopefully you find your manhood.  Because, we will
be right here waiting ... The only comedy we have seen in the PVW was
you pretending to be somebody when the whole world knew you were
nothing but yesterday's news.

We will catch you later!

DH: Big words from the new gateway of the PVW tag team division!
Matthew and Joshua back to you!

[Crossfade back the announcers table.]

MA: Big words from Dean Hayes calling the Berserkers the gateway to
the PVW tag team division when there are teams like the HEAT and the
tag team champions Livestock and The Gutch.

JM: Don't forget about Max and Sal who will be facing off with those
two teams at Heatwave for the coveted PVW Tag Team Championship.

MA: Please Max and Sal are a comedy act feeding popcorn to opponents
instead of wrestling ...

JM: Oh and Paco hasn't dressed up and what about Livestock who seems
to want nothing more than to be a spokesman for Red Bull.

MA: AsH was the first one to try and do that ... you know there might
have been some truth to the Prophets words that there is too much
comedy in the PVW.

JM: All I know is when the lights shine on the ring our wrestlers
deliver! Let's go to some pre-recorded comments from Marcus Manson.

[The camera cuts back to Marcus Manson in front of a PVW banner.]

Undoubtedly you want to know about myself and Alex Epstein's. I think
Matt Anderson summed it up for you all pretty nicely last week, but
for those of you who don't get it, I'll make it a little plainer for
you. Unlike anyone else in PVW, Alex E is my friend.

The Mercenary is not.

Tom Landis is not.

Outside the ring, that makes a big difference.

Inside?

It doesn't matter.

It doesn't matter if your name is Alex Epstein's, The Mercenary, or
Tom Landis. When we meet in that ring tonight, you all have a bull's
eye on your chest.

[The image of Marcus Manson fades into the center of the PVW ring
where Jaime Roberts is using the top rope to stretch his arms.]

MA: Simple and to the point.

JM: Sounds similar to the lesson Caleb Foley was talking about on
Showcase ...

MA: Inside the ring friendships mean nothing only victories matter.

JM: Let's go to the Voice for the introductions of the next match.

HD: Ladies and gentlemen in the ring at this time ... he hails from
Sheffield, England and weighs in at two hundred and forty-four pounds,
this is ...


!!! JAIME ROBERTS !!!


HD: And his opponent ...

["Warrior" by Disturbed begins to play over the sound system as Herk
Douglas continues.]

HD: Hails from Phoenix, Arizona and weighs in at two hundred and
fifteen pounds ... this is ...

[The camera focuses on a short dirty blonde hair man attired in full
length white tights and white boots with flames up both legs. He is
wearing a white vest and hoody combo with a red and orange Phoenix
emblazoned on its back. His face is covered in red, orange and white
face paint, that seems to take the shape of a stylized bird.]


!!! PHOENIX !!!


[The face painted man makes his way down the aisleway quickly slapping
the hands of the young fans as he does. The camera catches a few kids
in the crowd with red and orange face paint on.]

JM: Phoenix stunned the wrestling world on the last edition of
Shockwave when he upset the Japanese sensation Tetsuo Kimura.

MA: It was a luckily victory and Phoenix paid for it after the match
when Tetsuo knocked Phoenix out with his vicious kick.

[Phoenix slides into the ring and nods at Jamie Roberts before
ascending to the middle turnbuckle and thrusts his arms into the air.]

JM: These PVW fans are taking to the youngster ...

MA: Does their opinion really matter? They took to Caleb Foley and you
saw their reaction to the Berserkers. These fans will cheer anything.

JM: Then why don't they cheer Gibson Hayes?

MA: One simple word ... terrorists.

JM: You have to be kidding me!


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

PHOENIX vs. JAIME ROBERTS
============================================


!!! DING DING DING !!!

[As the bell sounds the two men circle one another slowly and quickly
slap hands in a sign of respect.]

JM: Both men showing one another respect before the tie up in the
middle of the ring.

MA: Respect doesn't win championships.

JM: Just ask Gibson Hayes and Livestock and The Gutch.

MA: Livestock and The Gutch are the two time tag team champions ...

JM: And they haven't won anyone's respect here in the PVW.

MA: How can you say that?

[Jaime Roberts uses his experience advantage to slip from the collar
and elbow tie up into a side head lock. But the painted youngster
quickly shoves Jaime off of him into the ropes. Jaime Roberts off of
the ropes and runs through Phoenix with a shoulder tackle. Phoenix
though quickly kips up and charges the ropes himself.]

JM: And it's Phoenix's turn to flatten Jaime with a shoulder block.
Phoenix grabs Jaime before he can get back to his feet on his own and
takes him over with vertical suplex. Textbook move there. Phoenix
floats over for the cover but Jaime easily powers out before the
referee can even drop down for the count.

[Both men stand back to their feet and Jaime is quickly on the
offensive as he catches Phoenix in the thigh with a quick snap kick
and a second one and a third one. As Phoenix reaches for his thigh
Jaime drills a thrust kick to the jaw of Phoenix sending him crashing
to the mat.]

MA: Phoenix has been nursing a mild concussion for the past few weeks
and that kick rattled him.

JM: Jaime not wasting a moment as he pulls Phoenix up ... body slam.

[The crowd begins to cheer as Jaime climbs to the top rope.]

MA: These California fans love it when the high flying starts. And the
fist drop finds it's mark right between the eyes.

JM: Jaime hooking the near side leg.


!!! ONE !!!



!!! TWO !!!


[The little 'Nixers scream loudly as the referee thrusts two fingers
into the air.]

JM: And Phoenix kicks out at two. Jaime though is to his feet first
and drives a knee into the shoulder of Phoenix.

[Roberts places one hand on the chest of Phoenix and the other by his
hand.]

MA: And there's a second knee and third. Jaime pulling Phoenix up ...
shoulderbreaker!

JM: Another cover!



!!! ONE !!!



!!! TWO !!!


[Once again the children in the crowd scream loud and proud as their
painted hero kicks out at two. Jaime pulls Phoenix to his feet and
catches him with a European uppercut that sends Phoenix staggering
back to the ropes. Jaime doesn't waste a moment as he charges forward
and catches Phoenix with a clothesline.]

MA: Up and over the top rope goes Phoenix after that clothesline.
Jaime Roberts rushing towards the far side ropes.

[Jaime rebounds off of the ropes as Phoenix pushes himself to feet on
the outside. Roberts quickly closes on the near side ropes and dives
the middle and top rope!]

JM: Pistol Plunge!


"____TTTHHHWWWAAACCCKKK___"


JM: And Phoenix caught Jaime right in the chops with a dropkick!

[The crowd cheers as Phoenix gets back to his feet quickly and tilts
his back and screams, the crowd screams back their approval.]

MA: He sounds like a goof ball when he does that.

JM: But it fires up the fans and himself.

MA: So.

[Phoenix grabs Roberts and rolls him under the bottom rope into the
ring. Phoenix hops to the apron and grabs the top rope as Jaime pushes
himself to his feet.]

JM: Slingshot clothesline and Jaime is down once again. And Phoenix
pulls Jaime to his feet and whips him hard into the corner.

[Jaime slams backfirst into the corner and Phoenix backs up to the
corner opposite him, and Phoenix rushes forward and leaps.]

JM: Phoenix Splash! And listen to the little 'Nixers cheer on Phoenix
as he grabs Jaime ... belly to belly suplex! Jaime driven into the mat
and Phoenix is quickly to his feet.

MA: Phoenix is quick and his style is so different than those Jaime
Roberts is used to he seems to have taken him by surprise here
tonight.

[Phoenix is on the top rope and points towards the sky with both hands
before he leaps.]

JM: Flying elbow drop ...


"____TTTHHHUUUDDD___"


MA: No one home as Jaime Roberts rolled away at the last possible
second. Jaime is to his feet and he pulls Phoenix up ... and plants
him with a scoop slam.

JM: and now it's Jaime's turn to ascend to the top rope.

MA: Jaime leaps off with a senton bomb!

JM: He calls this the Glory Daze!


"___TTTHHHUUUDDD___"


JM: And this time Phoenix rolls out of the way at the last possible
second.

[Jaime sits up and grabs his back as Phoenix stands to his feet and
quickly dropkicks Jaime in the jaw. Phoenix yanks Jaime to his knees
by the head and quickly underhooks both arms. He then pulls back on
the Roberts' arms lifting him up so that he is held upside down facing
in the same direction as Phoenix, who then falls forward planting the
Roberts' body into the mat face-first.]

JM: Phoenix Bomb! He quickly rolls Jaime over and hooks both legs!



!!! ONE !!!



!!! TWO !!!



!!! THREE !!!


[The 'Nixers in the arena explode as the bell sounds.]


!!! DING DING DING !!!


JM: And Phoenix pulls out another win!

MA: The kid is starting to impress here in the PVW as he has taken
down both Tetsuo Kimura and Jaime Roberts, two big time veterans in
this business ... mind you some people would say both were on the
decline.

JM: You'll make up any excuse when a rookie starts to make a name for
himself won't you.

MA: Just calling a spade a spade, Joshua. Jaime Roberts came in on
fire in the PVW but he quickly cooled over the past months.

JM: {sighs} Let's go to the backstage area where the PVW cameras have
caught up with the Tag Team Champions Livestock and The Gutch.

MA: So long as there are no egg farts ...

[Cut to the back where PVW Tag Team Champions Livestock and the Gutch
are being the weirdos that they've always been.  Okay, this is a
little weirder actually.  Livestock steps into the hallway behind
Gutch as the fat bastard slams fist after meaty fist into the cinder
block wall, grunting in pain with each strike.  Gutch's ham-like mitts
are each wrapped tightly and sheathed in open-palm MMA gloves but his
rudimentary boxing-style blows are apparently hard enough to chip away
at the aging walls of the arena.]

*THOOM!*

Gutch: Hunh!  Son of a bitch!

Livestock: Gutch?

Gutch: Hunh!  What!?

[Sipping on a Red Bull-brand energy drink, one hand jammed into one
pocket of his jeans, Livestock waits about three beats while Gutch
hammers the wall.]

Livestock: Sooo ... why are you hammering away at that wall?

Gutch: Huff!  Training!  Johnstone hooked me up with a trainer to make
me a better striker!

Livestock: Really?  You mean ... for the huge gang beating you have to
take to not get booted out of PVW?

Gutch: Guh!  Yeah!  Of course, man!

[Ever hear of "Jiggle Physics"?  It's used in video games to simulate
the movement of fat bodies doing athletic things.  This is no game but
good God Gutch is jiggling too damned much!]

Gutch: He's talking about--OOF--breaking up the team, man!  We worked
too hard to get this thing back together to get separated, man!

Livestock: Ah, never happen.  We gel.  We're a gestalt; greater than
the sum of our parts.

[Ceasing his pounding, Gutch turns towards his muscular, handsome
friend, bringing their "beauty and the beast" thing to the forefront
in this segment.]

Gutch: Yeah yeah, you're bein' a little too easy-goin' about this.
What're you gonna do if he sends me packin'?  Huh?  This whole
"gestalt" thing we got goin' on would end, man.

Livestock: Oh, that's easy; I'd just get with AsH.  I'm pretty sure I
can turn him evil.  Heck, he does some pretty nasty stuff after four
or five of these things anyway.  I'd be the big man!  Pretty sweet.

[Sloshing his can in Gutch's face, Livestock sucks back the last of it
and tosses the empty back behind himself.  Gutch's eyes bug out of
their sockets and he grabs his partner by the shoulders.]

Gutch: Are you outta your mind, man!?  He's gonna kick my ass to the
curb!  I'll show him!  He can't cancel my contract, dammit!  He ain't
the president of PVW!

Livestock: Oh, our contracts expired like ... six months ago, dude.

Gutch: What!?

[Instinctively releasing his grip on Livestock, Gutch rocks back on
his heels.  Brushing some imaginary dirt off his shoulder, Livestock
nods slowly.]

Livestock: Seriously.  Look, there's a new contract; two more years--

Gutch: No no no!  We signed an extension!

Livestock: Yes, a six-month extension.  Eighteen months total, and
it's been two years.  You have to beat down twenty pro heavyweight
boxers next week or you're gone.  I'll need a new partner against
Weinrib and Mubarak and you'll need a new job.

Gutch: You're not helping!  Why are you tryin' to get me worked up!?

Livestock: Why you think?  You've been too friendly, too affable for
too long Gutch.  It's time to get mean!  When you get moving you're
unstoppable but to get moving you have to get angry.  It's.  Time...

Gutch: Oh?  Oh!  Oh, thank God, so it's just a mind*BLEEP*?  You're
tryin' to motivate me!  It's all just a tactic!

Livestock: No!  For the love of--it's real!  Yes I'm trying to
motivate you and so's Johnstone, the rat bastard, but the threat is
real!

Gutch: Aw ... do you know what I've been goin' through to get ready?
This is torture!  I got some redheaded stepchild lookin' like a young
Zeke but uglier and smellier.  Trainer guy I mean.  He's a real son of
a bitch!

Livestock: Uh...

Gutch: And he's behind me.  Of course he is.  It's just that kind of
day.

[Pan over.  Yup.  Some craggy-faced Mickey Rooney wannabe stands, arms
crossed.  Gutch turns around, locks eyes with him, and takes a hard
shot to the gut, doubling him over!]

Gutch: GOOH!!!

Livestock: Damn.  Sucker-gut-punch.  Ain't that a heck of a thing?
Ah, well, I have to get back to our *BLEEPING* *BLEEP* of a manager.
Enjoy your training, Gutch.

[Struggling to a kneeling position, Gutch points behind Livestock.]

Livestock: What?

[Point point.]

Livestock: Really?

[Point.]

Livestock: What is this?  A cartoon?

[Point.  'Stock turns around.  Pan over.  Yup, there's Johnstone.]

Livestock: Okay, so you heard me.  What are you going to do about it?
I got eight inches and like an extra hundred pounds of muscle on you.

[Johnstone holds up a finger and reaches into his jacket.]

Livestock: Uhm...

[Johnstone then points down at Gutch, behind Livestock.  Our pretty-
boy wrestling champion looks down at his fat partner, cocking an
eyebrow.]

Livestock: Yup.  Still there.  What about--

*BZZZAP!*

[Aaand taser to the neck.  Livestock drops like a sack of rocks.
Johnstone tosses a cloth handkerchief on the floored champions,
shaking his head.]

Johnstone: Clean yourselves up.  Two weeks 'til the big match and you
two dip*BLEEPS* have a match before then.

Livestock: What's up ... with the people in this place ... using
electroshock weaponry?

Gutch: *GRUNT!*

[Cut back to the arena where Matthew Anderson and Joshua Morgan just
looked stunned at the footage they just saw.]

JM: ummmm at least the Gutch wasn't eating eggs?

MA: I understand the champs need to get ready for the triple threat
match at Heatwave and the title defense at Boiling Point againsst
Better than Bacon ...

JM: Who?

MA: Better than Bacon ... Max and Sal ... it's what the boys in the
back call them. Don't you listen to anything that goes on in the
locker room?

JM: They don't let me back there.

MA: I could see that. But seriously with a title match just days away
Livestock should not be getting tased by his /own/ manager.

JM: Johnstone is an odd man and he brings a strange managerial style
to the already odd ball team of Livestock and The Gutch.

MA: Don't call the champs odd balls, they're just ... eccentric.

JM: Don't you mean egocentric.

MA: Well Livestock is. But fans we are just moments away from the
match I've been waiting for all night. Caleb Foley's PVW farewell!

JM: It's been a storied three year career for Foley here in the PVW
and it is unfortunate that it is coming to end tonight. Hopefully at
some point in the future Caleb will return ...

MA: Don't hold your breath, Joshua. The rumors from the brass' office
are he's going into rehab for drug addiction.

JM: WHAT! How dare you make such crap up! Before we get to that match
though Senor Cloak Dos is backstage with Dean Hayes.]

[We cut backstage where the masked Dean Hayes is standing in front of
a PVW banner and next to him is the PVW Television champion, Senor Dos
Cloak.]

SDH: Later tonight this man to my right, Senor Cloak Dos, will defend
the PVW Television Championship against the very dangerous Frank
Knight.. But the subject still lingering on everyone's minds is the
theft of that special mask that little Josie had placed a sticker on
and asked you to wear at Tradition Six where you defeated Christopher
Black for the championship you defend tonight. Dos, has there been ANY
leads yet on the whereabouts of the mask?

SCD: Hola, Senor Dean, and no. As of this moment the mask has not been
returned and again I would like to make the appeal. Whomever has the
mask, please return the mask so that we can give it to the Phoenix
Children's Hospital for their memorial display for our amiga Josie.
You can do so anonymously, neither the Barretts or myself have any
interest in publicly outing whomever took the mask of their crime.  We
only want the mask back.

SDH: On the last Heatwave, Dos, you had all of this hovering in the
air over you and somehow you managed to still successfully defend your
championship against a former multi-time champion like "The Biz".
Tonight this issue is STILL lingering in the air and you have another
title defense, this time against the incredibly deadly Frank Knight.
How long can you handle this pressure?

SCD: Senor Dean, Tio Francisco is indeed a very dangerous opponent.
All opponents, all fighters, in PVW are very tough fights though.
There is not a single fighter here that you could not say is not an
incredible fighter. Facing the very toughest and the very best comes
with holding a championship such as this one, Senor Dean. The pressure
is there even without this issue of the mask being stolen. That comes
with being a champion. It is a privilege to have this honor to
shoulder the pressure with this incredible title on the line. It is
also an honor to face an opponent as incredible as Tio Francisco,
though a while back he attempted to do some awful things to mi amigo
Senor AsH.

SDH: But you ran to the ring to aid AsH in that incident.

SCD: Si, Senor Dean. I...

[Cloak's voice trails off because walking onscreen to the other side
of Dean Hayes and facing the small luchadore is the creepy smiling
submission specialist, "Uncle" Frank Knight! The look on Frank's face
as he looks first at SCD, then Dean and finally the microphone in
Dean's hand is one of intense interest in what he's seeing. He doesn't
say anything, however. Cue that awkward silence.]

...

[And Dean, perhaps finding the way Frank silently eyes the microphone
and by extension his hand and wrist a bit unnerving finally extends it
tentatively towards everyone's favourite Uncle. And just like that the
biggest smile ever is plastered all across Frank's face.]

FK: Hello.

[Well, that was surprisingly non-threatening, wasn't it?]

SDH: Er... Hello Mr. Knight.

[The gaze drifts from Hayes hand and the microphone to the Television
Champion.]

FK: Uncle Frank likes you, Mr. Dos. Yes he does. Uncle Frank thinks
you're a nifty person with good manners who knows the difference
between right and wrong, just like your Uncle Frank.

[He pauses slightly, a concerned frown on his face.]

FK: Uncle Frank does not quite understand where this idea that Uncle
Frank is dangerous or violent comes from, however. Could you, Mr. Dos,
tell Uncle Frank how people may have gotten this impression when all
Uncle Frank does is entertain and educate all his wonderful friends?
Uncle Frank is puzzled. He really is. Even Mr. Todd Johnstone told
Uncle Frank to focus on taking away the Television Title from you
rather than hurt and break and destroy you, as if this is something
Uncle Frank: would normally do.

[And the grin is back.]

FK: "Uncle Frank", Mr. Johnstone said. "Uncle Frank, I want that belt
for HOPE", he said. "It's important that you remember to win the
match, and not just enjoy yourself", he said. "The belt is of
paramount importance here"... The belt... The shiny, shiny belt...

[Aaaand the nutter sorta trails off in mid-sentence as his gaze
focuses on SCD's Television Championship belt with a look of unhealthy
fascination. The luchadore nods his head and looks up at Uncle Frank.]

SCD: Lo siento, Tio Francisco. I apologize if I insulted you by
calling you dangerous, I did not have intentions to offend you.

[Knight doesn't really seem to hear the small Mexican wrestler as he
continues to be lost in the shiny championship belt.]

SCD: Maybe tonight we can dispel all the ugliness of this reputation
that you are dangerous by having a hard fought honorable battle for
the PVW Television Championship!

[Cloak extends a hand for a handshake towards Frank which causes
Dean's eyes to bug out of his head with concern for the luchadore!]

SDH: Ah.. I.. Maybe... That's not a... Good...

SCD: Good sportsmanship is always good, Senor Dean! Do you not agree
Tio Francisco?

[Extending that hand to Frank means the limb has gotten in the way of
Frank's view of the belt.  And that means the focus of the gaze has
switched from the belt to Cloak's arm.  The almost hypnotized look on
Frank's face is broken as if he was slapped.  In fact, he reacts
exactly as if slapped, even taking a step back.  He blinks his eyes
like a man who's just awoken.

And then that creepy smile is back as Frank's right hand grabs
Cloak's, but instead of shaking he turns the luchador's hand gently,
staring intently at it as if he's studying every detail, all the while
speaking softly and slowly in an almost sing-song voice.]

FK: Yes...  Yes, dispell the ugliness.  No more mean rumors about
Uncle Frank hurting people on purpose.  No lies about breaking
people's bones.  Funnybones.  The fingerbone's connected to
the...handbone.  The Handbone's connected to the... wristbone.  The
wristbone's connected to the...  armbone.  The armbone's connected to
the... elbowbone.  The Elbowbone's connected to another armbone.  And
then a shoulderbone.  So many bones.

[Cloak nods his head.]

SCD: Si, you seem very knowledgeable about anatomy, Tio Francisco!

[The luchadore gives a quick hand shake to Knight then pulls his hand
away.]

FK: Uncle Frank has to leave now, Mr. Dos.  Yes, he has to make sure
there are no threats to a Bright Future and A Better Tomorrow lurking
around.  No threats to A Bright Future and A Better Tomorrow and the
shiny, shiny belt.  And the bones.  No threat to the funny little
bones.  Noone can harm the funny little bones before the match,
because then it might not happen and Mr. Johnstone said it was very
important to get the shiny belt.  That makes the funny bones almost as
important as the shiny belt.

[As he turns and wanders away with that nasty smile still on his face
Frank calls back over his shoulder.]

FK:..Don't you worry, Mr. Dos.  Uncle Frank won't let anything happen
to your funny bones before the match.  It's important to A Bright
Future and A Better Tomorrow.

[Knight walks out of view and the luchadore nods his head and turns
towards the masked Dean Hayes.]

SCD: Tio Francisco does not seem so bad when you talk to him, Senor
Dean. Maybe we should not say he is dangerous anymore.

[Dean shakes his head in disbelief.]

SDH: Cloak are you crazy?! How could you shake his hand? He could've
torn your arm off!

SCD: No, no, Senor Dean. I think we have just misjudged him.
Misunderstood him. But it sounds like he wants to have a good
sportsmanlike contest! Talking with him has eased my mind some, I must
say. I feel better knowing the match tonight will be a fair one on one
match between two luchadores fighting for a prestigious championship.
Mucho Gracias, Senor Dean, for bringing us together tonight!

SDH: I had nothing to do with all of that!

SCD: Do not be so modest, Senor Dean! You are a good amigo, Gracias!

[Cloak gives the announcer a warm embrace and then turns to the
camera.]

SCD: Viva! Vamanos! Arriba!

[And with that the luchadore walks offscreen leaving Dean shaken up
and confused.]

SDH: I can't believe he shook Frank's hand and didn't get his arm torn
off! Shocking! I...

[And a harsh chuckle suddenly interrupts Dean.  The masked bro-in-
training spins around to find himself now eye to eye with the former
PVW Television Champion, "Bad Wolf" Christopher Black.]

SDH:  [immediately recoiling]  Ah!  Black!

[Seeing Dean's obvious nervousness and discomfort, the Bad Wolf
continues to chuckle, his smirk now growing wide into the predator's
grin.  But where earlier Uncle Frank's grin at least had the excuse of
psychosis behind it, the calculating malevolence in Black's smile has
no such pretext of madness to blame.]

SDH:  You--! [he swallows, trying to remain calm]  You were listening
in, weren't you?!  Just like that segment we saw on Showcase from last
Heatwave between Senor Cloak Dos and your man-- err, financial
advisor!  Even Jacob has to suspect you...  [The questions now start
pouring out of the backstage reporter at a mile a minute]	What
did you do with Dos' mask?!  Why did you take it?!  But if you
_didn't_ take it, why haven't you said anything about it?!  Who took
it?!  Do you know?!  Why are you stalking Senor Cloak Dos if you
didn't take it?!  Is it about the Television belt?!  What about Uncle
Frank?!  What do you _want_?!

[Dean is out of breath at this point, slightly trembling now in the
fear that maybe he may have gone too far.  Black cocks his head,
eyeing Hayes intently.]

CB:  "...I want..."

[Echoing, the words roll out of Black's mouth almost nonchalantly.  He
lets out another short, sharp chuckle as his blue eyes narrow darkly.]

CB:  Everything starts with those two simple words, mate.  Every urge,
every need...every war...  [The edge of a snarl tinges that last
word.]  Two words:  "I want".

SDH:  And  what...?  [Dean's voice falters]  Wh-what is it you want?

[But the Bad Wolf says nothing now.  He only continues to grin, all
cold and hungry.  The lanky Englishman then just turns and walks away,
leaving behind a very uneasy Dean Hayes alone in the corridor. Slowly
Dean Hayes crossfades to the entrance way as as "Loyal to No-One" by
The Dropkick Murphy's plays throughout the arena.]

I first meet this man at the Cammen street Tracks
In no shape for success headed nowhere to fast

He may have been someone once by the sound of his call
Now he answers to no one
NO-ONE AT ALL!]

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


!!! CALEB FOLEY !!!


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

MA: Thank the heavens above this is the last time I will have to
listen to this horrible song.

JM: These fans love this young man and unlike you they are going to
miss seeing him in the PVW.

MA: Oh please their going to miss him like the world misses his
father.

JM: MATT!

MA: Matthew and you know I'm right, Joshua. Wait I'm wrong Kleenex is
going to miss having the free advertisement as he uses their tissues
as he cries after his matches.

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

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

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

[Mini Strobe lights rotating between blue and red flash up the
scaffolding, circling in the dark chaos of the darkened archway
illuminating the figure of a man standing in the darkness. The lights
begin flashing near the rampway off and on surrounding now the visible
figure of Larry Gionet before fading out again. Larry Gionet steps up
out onto the stage as loud fireworks shoot up in stereo bursts from
either side of the stage!  He looks across the sea of fans as a chorus
of boos resonate throughout the arena.]


HD: And his opponent hails from Stoughton, Massachusetts and weighs at
two hundred and thirty-five pounds, this is ...


!!! LARRY GIONET !!!


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

[Larry Gionet slowly walks to the ring as the boos become louder. He
wears his red and black half long tights with his name in red slash
lettering, black kneepads and black boots.  Without hesitation, he
just shrugs off the noise heard from the crowd.  With a menacing loo
on his face, he stops at ringside and raises a head to stare at the
crowd with a deep stare taking in a very deep breath.  The fans become
a blur as he turns towards the ring. The music crashes around him as
he heads for the ring steps. Climbing the stairs, Gionet makes his way
along the ring apron's edge. He looks out across the rows of waving
fans, and hand locked on the top rope, steps inside with authority.
Larry Gionet walks right across the ring as he climbs the buckles and
pounds his fists as the jeers continue mercifully.]

JM: These two men have a rich history here in the PVW.

MA: And all that matters is tonight is the final chapter and Caleb
Foley is gone! People hailed Caleb Foley as the star when he was
allies with Chris Hartt and Larry Gionet and Gionet took it
personally.

JM: People have said Gionet is jealous of Foley and that is where the
this hatred came from.

MA: And they are morons. The hatred came cause Foley is a spotlight
whore who thought he was bigger than the PVW!

JM: Where do you get your information?

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

MA: I speak the truth and you know it, Joshua.

JM: I think you speak out of your ass, Matt.

MA: Boy, don't piss me off.

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


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

LARRY GIONET vs. CALEB FOLEY
============================================


!!! DING DING DING !!!


[Foley and Gionet circle each other cautiously for a moment and
quickly the two men lock up, with Gionet sliding behind Foley and
wrenching him into a hammerlock. Foley struggles for a moment but
manages to reverse the hold. Gionet grimaces as Caleb tightens the
hold, but he eats a series of back elbows from The Self-Proclaimed PVW
Warrior!]

JM: A series of impressive reversals from the former friends to start
the match.

MA: Yawn. Why can't Gionet be like the Prophets of Rage right now and
just swing a chair at Foley's head and end this!

[Gionet backs Foley into the ropes and shoots him off, only to have
Foley slide between his legs, and dropkick him in the jaw as he turns
around. Foley drops a quick leg across the throat and tries for an
early pinfall.]


!!! ONE !!!


MA: Wow, Caleb gets a one count after attempting a pin following a
simple dropkick and leg drop combination. Brilliant. How stupid can
you be Foley, you have to know that Gionet won't be beaten by that!
He's stood toe to toe with the likes of Rob Cole and Marcus Manson.

JM: Foley is wrestling smart. He knows forcing Gionet to kick out
early and often will help to tire him out for the later portions of
the match.

[As Gionet pushes himself to all fours Foley hits a devastating
running knee to the side of his head that sends Gionet onto his back.
Foley with a series of stomps as Gionet tries to fight his way to his
feet, but Foley, shows off his quickness and drops Gionet with a
swinging neckbreaker.]

MA: What is going on right now? Foley was beaten by a man in his boxer
shorts and right now he is total control of this match.

JM: Caleb wants to go out of the PVW on a high note and here is with
another cover.



!!! ONE !!!



!!! TWO !!!



MA: And the fatherless wonder gets a two count.

JM: Matt! Show Foley some respect!

MA: Matthew! Why should I? He hasn't /ever/ held a championship belt
in the PVW and quite frankly I don't see the need to be respectful to
a man leaving the promotion after tonight.

[Foley quickly bars the arm of Gionet, keeping Gionet on the mat.]

MA: Foley with an arm bar; wow he's really living up to that crippler
moniker isn't he.

[Gionet curses and swings wildly at Foley trying to break the hold.
Gionet is unable to break the hold but he does force himself back to a
vertical base. Gionet is able to position Foley between himself and
the referee and uses Foley as a shield to double him over with a low
kick. The crowd groans as Gionet snaps the bent over Foley headfirst
into the mat with a nasty looking  DDT.]


"_____TTTTHHHUUUDDDD______"


JM: And a blatant low blow by Gionet!

MA: Low blow? Foley was just having stomach problems that forced him
to double over.

[A portion of the crowd cheers as Gionet violently paintbrushes the
back of Foley's head before pulling him to his feet and forces him
into the corner. The crowd continues to cheer for Gionet as he tees
off with a right and a left and another right and a third right and a
forth right into the head of the Celtic Crippler. Gionet grabs the
back of Foley's head and bulldogs him into the center of the ring.]


"_____TTTHHHUUUMMMPPP_____"


MA: Now we're finally getting somewhere. Its just so much fun to watch
that ginger little punk get dropped on his face.

JM: Your lack of bias here tonight is impressive, Matt.

[Gionet showboats a little to incite the crowd as he waits for Foley
to climb slowly to his feet before drilling him in the chin with a
nasty palm strike that snaps Foley's head backward viciously.]


"_____SSSMMMAAACCCKKK_____"


MA: Spinning backfist to the point of the chin!

[Gionet arrogantly drapes himself back first over Foley as the referee
drops down.]



!!! ONE !!!



!!! TWO !!!


[And Foley surprises Gionet by crucifixing both arms and rolling him
over onto his shoulders into a pin.]



!!! ONE !!!



!!! TWO !!!



!!! THR - !!!


JM: Did Foley get him? No, the referee is holding up two fingers!

MA:If Gionet loses to Foley... Oh man.

[The Self-Proclaimed PVW Warrior looks angry and a little embarrassed
as he pulls Foley violently off the mat and locks on a cobra clutch
sleeper.]

JM: Gionet locks in a cobra clutch and he is going for the kill right
here! Foley struggling, reaching for the ropes...

MA: Come on Gionet! Wrench that hold, make him cry like a little girl!

[In an amazing showing of fortitude, Foley can't quick reach the ropes
but instead kicks his feet off the turnbuckle, knocking Gionet onto
his back, with Caleb landing on top in a surprise cover!]



!!! ONE !!!



!!! TWO !!!



!!! THRE - !!!


JM: Gionet JUST BARELY KICKED OUT IN TIME! FOLEY WILL NOT GO DOWN! The
Self-Proclaimed PVW Warrior pulls Foley back to his feet and locks in
a front chancery. He powers Foley into the air.

MA: This is the end of the road Foley!

[The fans in the crowd go nuts as Foley floats over through the suplex
and lands behind Gionet. The roar of the crowd grows even louder as
Foley spins the surprised Gionet around and drives him into the mat
with the sit-out Spinebuster.]

JM: Delivery from Dublin!

MA: NO! Gionet is down and out in the center of the ring and Foley is
pointing at the top rope.

[The crowd roars as Caleb Foley begins to ascend to the top rope.]

JM: Foley is on the top rope and he leaps ...

[Flashbulbs pop throughout the arena as Foley leaps offs the top rope
with a 450 splash.]

JM: Irish Eyes Are ...

[Gionets lifts his knees up.]


"___CCCRRRAAACCCKKK___"


MA: And Gionet with his knees up! Look at Foley holding his ribs in
pain. Someone bring out the Kleenex!

[The crowd boos loudly as Gionet stands to his feet and pulls Foley up
to his feet and drives a palm strike into the side of Foley's head and
a second one. Foley staggers a step backwards but Gionet grabs him and
lifts him into the air ...]


"___CCCRRRAAACCCKKK___"


MA: RIBCRACKER!


"___CCCRRRAAACCCKKK___"


MA: And a second one! Foley is screaming in pain as Gionet just drives
his knee into the side of Foley once again.

JM: Gionet pulls Caleb Foley to his feet and runs his thumb across his
throat.

MA: He's letting everyone know he's done playing around here tonight.

JM: Darkness Falls! Gionet just nailed Foley with is version of the
reverse tombstone piledriver!

MA: This is it! Goodbye Foley!



!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!



!!! THRE - !!!


JM: No! Gionet just pulled Foley up at the last possible moment!

MA: I like seeing Foley punished as much as the next guy but come on
Gionet just finish this so we can close the book on this punk!

JM: Gionet grabs the arm of Foley, what is he doing ...

MA: Rolling Armbar! I can't believe it Gionet is using Chase Williams'
Endgame submission hold! This is the move that made Foley tap at the
first Rise from the Ashes!

[Foley screams loudly as Gionet taunts Foley screaming for him to
submit.]

MA: Foley Taps! Just like the first Rise from the Ashes Caleb Foley
taps!


!!! DING DING DING !!!


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


!!! LARRY GIONET !!!


MA: And why aren't you singing now, Joshua? The bell signaled the end
of Foley and what a way for him to go out, a loser!

JM: Come on Matt ...

MA: Matthew! And I feel no sympathy for someone who can't work through
his own issues to stay in the sport. Do you want I would have done to
stay active in this sport?

[As Matthew bickers Gionet releases the Endgame arm bar and stands to
his feet. He looks down at Foley and just disrespectfully spits on
Foley before forcibly pulling him to his feet and just slapping the
taste out of his mouth. Gionet screams get out of my ring.]

JM: Come on! Gionet just pie faced Foley for no reason ... and now he
boots him in the gut and forces him to the corner ...


"___TTTHHHUUUDDD___"


MA: Foley powerbombed on the top turnbuckle! I love it!

JM: Get security out here!


THUMP
THUMP
THUMP
THUMP

MA: And Gionet just stomping the proverbial mudhole into the chest of
Caleb Foley.

JM: A defenseless Caleb Foley.

MA: So what's your point?

JM: Gionet grabbing the arm of Foley ... another ENDGAME!

MA: Bring out the Kleenex!

JM: This is uncalled for! Foley is slapping the mat in pain ...

[The crowd lets loose with a series of deafening chorus of boos.]

MA: And there's noting Foley can do about. I love this.

[As Foley slams the mat in pain over and over again Gionet begins to
laugh. The crowd finally comes alive with a massive chorus of cheers
as Phoenix comes sprinting down the aisle.]

JM: And here comes Phoenix!

MA: Why? Why? Why?

[Phoenix slides under the bottom rope and drops an elbow into the side
of Gionet's head causing him to break the rolling armbar. Gionet rolls
to his feet and charges Phoenix who ducks the clothesline attempt and
spins around quickly. He sends a boot into the mid-section of Gionet
that doubles him over.]

JM: Phoenix is on fire as he grabs the back of Gionet's head and
drives him into the mat with the bulldog!

MA: Damn him! Why is he ruining tonight for me??!

[Gionet rolls under the bottom rope as Phoenix stands to his feet and
lets loose his primal scream. Gionet glares at Phoenix as Phoenix
drops to a knee and checks on Caleb Foley who is clutching his right
arm, pain etched upon his face.]

JM: Thankfully Phoenix came out when he did or else who knows how
seriously Caleb Foley would be injured right now.

MA: I wanted to see Gionet rip his arm out and beat him with it.

JM: But you have to wonder why Gionet decided to use the Endgame?

MA: Like I said it is a reminder of Foley's one career highlight here
in the PVW. What better way to ruin Foley's PVW farewell then to make
him relive the night he failed his dead father!

JM: That's enough, Matt. Let's get to some pre-recorded comments from
the man Rob Cole has called Hell on Earth, William Craven.

[Fade in on the face of a grinning green jackal framed by the PVW's
ubiquitous logo.  Although his face is half covered by a black vinyl
hood it's clearly William Craven.  Nobody else cuts quite that mold
and, certainly, no other man is inked a permanent, solid green from
head to toe.

The rare tone of mirth enters Bill's rough voice as he begins to
speak.]

WC: As Joan of Arc entered into war against the English so now does
Yllana Cole charge madly towards what must be destined her inferno.
Her pyre.  Fearless, a she-bear protecting her cub, she was
resplendent in her rage.  Oh, Yllana, how ironic that you were nothing
more than one tool in a box, keeping the battle going until I am truly
and rightly done and now...

If you did not wish to be a prize then why make yourself known at all?
Assuredly it must have occurred to you that I like it ... rough?

But no, you looked at me and saw a demon to be smote by your holy
sword.  In so doing ... you called my bluff.  It is a matter of record
that I've never willingly harmed a woman.  You thought yourself _so_
very powerful in your rage when, in fact, you were simply not a target
for physical retaliation.

[Chuckling, William seems nearly hysterical with joy.  Rubbing his
face, he inadvertently brushes back his hood, revealing the fresh
stitches that seal the wounds given him by Yllana Cole.]

WC: And now the desires that fill me, my body, my soul when I think of
the lady shake me to my very core.  It's been so ... very, very long,
my lady.  Such a firebrand you are.  But no, the wonder, the beauty of
what you are is outweighed to a massive degree by what you've done.
You are far too good for a man like Robert Cole.  You are as ... a
Viking maiden, a Valkyrie reaping the souls of fallen warriors.  How
Cole won you ... I do not think that I will understand but, I can say
with conviction, I believe I begin to see cracks evolving in the
structure of your relationship.  How can I be so sure?  Heh.  Well ...
my dear, your assertions of Robert's supremacy remind me so much of my
beloved Lydia; once my wife and now my sister-in-law.  Now tell me,
Yllana; does Robert have a brother for you to marry when you cast him
aside?  If not ... I'll be more than happy to fill the void.

[Shakingly, Bill's grin dissolves to a placid green roadmap.]

WC: Which brings us to you, Robert.  Truly, you have found your
confidence again.  Confidence ... and hubris.  Your words prove as
much.  So total was your burial of me, my career and my
accomplishments that you must think me a ghost; fled my mortal coil
and no longer a factor.  You.  Could not be.  More wrong.  Now is my
time, Robert, for the taking.  You will not keep me from what is
rightfully mine; my place in history ... my legacy.

But, at the very least you know your wife and son will survive. Our
final battle is set in stone for Boiling Point; my one condition to
ensure their safety.  Heh.  Unless, of course, I am ... as bad as
people claim.

[Staring off into space, Craven's smile spreads again.  Slowly he
raises his hood to cover his face once more. Crossface back to the
announcers.]


MA: I don't think Yllana has any idea what kind of beast she has
awoken in William Craven.

JM: I don't think anyone does and I can only say that at Heatwave when
Cole and Craven stand across the ring from one another any can and
probably will happen.

MA: I know Craven is going to want revenge for those stitches but will
he remain focused enough at the task at hand in that match and become
the number one contender for the World Heavyweight Championship?

JM: Rob Cole, William Craven, Johnny Detson, Danny Daniels, Spectre
and AsH ... who will main event Boiling Point.

MA: Honestly I have no idea but Gibson Hayes will be in for a battle
at Boiling Point ... well unless AsH wins cause he's already wiped the
floor with the Red Bull pusher.

JM: Do you respect anyone?

MA: Only those that deserve it and honestly AsH hasn't done anything
to earn my respect here so I don't see him headlining Boiling Point
and if he does the buy rate is going to be the lowest in the history
of the PVW.

JM: {sighs} Speaking of Boiling Point we have a fatal four way match
coming up next that pits The Mercencery, Alexander Epstein's, Tom
Landis and Marcus Manson against one another.

MA: This is going to be a hard hitting affair, Joshua. Let's get to
the Voice for the introductions.

HD: Introducing first ... he weighs in at two hundred and sixty-five
pounds and hails from The Bunker ... this is ...


!!! THE MERCENARY !!!


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

A figure can then be seen making his way through the smoke. He comes
to the edge of the entrance way, where he can be plainly seen, and
stops to look over the crowd, soaking in their reaction. Getting his
fill, he makes his way down to the ring, ignoring the fans that reach
out to him, focused totally on the task at hand. He slowly climbs the
ring steps, and gets into the ring.]

MA: And here comes The Mercenary. He appears to be all business
tonight as I don't see him pushing any stretchers ... or carrying a
bag of chips with some beer.

JM: Wasn't that Manson and Epstein's ...

MA: Could have been but he was a part of it so I don't remember who
brought what.

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

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

[And after a few seconds, a figure emerges through the portal to stand
in the midst of the red light.  He stands, frozen there as the
spotlights begin to pulse around him. The crowd cheers loudly as
Landis begins to walk down the aisle way.]

MA: With how quiet Tom Landis has been since his return from injury I
have to wonder if he knews where Fontana's wife and son are and he's
taken a vow of silence to torture Perry.

JM: After the hell Fontana put Landis through I wouldn't be the least
bit surprised if he did know and was just refusing to tell him.

MA: That would make him a horrible individual and if he if he did know
do you know how it would the PVW to just tell him. I mean we wouldn't
need any more Doctor Phil segments to over load the shows.

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

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


!!! "HELLRAISER" TOM LANDIS !!!


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

HD: The next competitor hails from Chicago Illinois and weighs in at
two
hundred and fifty pounds ladies and gentlemen ... this is ...


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


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

JM: At least tonight we know that we won't be watching a board game
competition as The Mercenary wants to rip the head of Epstein's off of
his neck.

MA: Which is fine with me. Epstein's hasn't been the same since he
broke his foot what was it a year ago two years ago? Personally I
think he only returned to wrestling to see himself on television.

[The arena lights cut out. For a moment, there is nothing. Then, the
drums and spooky, echoing guitar of "Angry Chair" by Alice in Chains
fills the arena.]

#Sitting on an angry chair
#Angry walls that steal the air
#Stomach hurts and I don't care

#What do I see across the way, hey
#See myself molded in clay, oh
#Stares at me, yeah I'm afraid, hey
#Changing the shape of his face, aw yeah

#Candles red I have a pair
#Shadows dancing everywhere
#Burning on the angry chair

[As mist rises from the floor, the arena lights soon fade up into a
deep red, filling the arena with an angry glow. The big screen has
only the words "CAN YOU HANDLE THE MISERY?" in crimson lettering....
along with the aisle lighting, this is the only source of light in the
arena. The powerful frame of Marcus Manson splits the curtain, and
steps onto the entrance ramp. He is wearing a decades old beaten
leather trench coat over his full-length black tights, red kneepads
and elbowpads, and black stricking gloves. His black boots each have
MM on the side in red lettering.]


HD: And introducing the final competitor he hails from Pittsburgh,
Pennsylvania and weighs in at 295 lbs,  This is...  THE MISERY
MACHINE...


!!! MARCUS MAANSON !!!


[Marcus Manson takes his time walking the aisle, his brow furrowed in
a look of murderous concentration; a look made more ominous by the
scar running from above his right eye all the way to his chin. Manson
climbs the ring steps, and looks over the crowd with a scowl before
stepping over the top rope into the ring.]

JM: And there is the final competitor. We know Manson is all business
tonight based upon his earlier comments.

MA: And he'll have to be cause even though I have made a few cracks
about these guys as they came to the ring they are all tough
competitors and have all held championships elsewhere in the business.


[Before the bell can even sound the four men charge one another and
the crowd cheers wildly as the fist a cuffs begin to fly!]

============================================
SHOCKWAVE: FATAL FOUR WAY

MARCUS MANSON vs. THE MERCENARY
vs. TOM LANDIS vs. ALEXANDER EPSTEIN
============================================


MA: Isn't this match supposed to function as a tag match of sorts?

JM: I don't think these men care and it seems the referee is going to
let it go as is.

[The Mercenary drives his right hand into the side of Manson's head
and quickly spins around driving a right into Epstein's as well.
Manson grabs Landis as he staggers from the right hand and whips him
into the ropes. Manson lowers his head but Lanids leapfrogs over it
and catches Mercenary with charging forearm that knocks him off of
Alexander Epstein's.]

JM: Four men and action all over the place. Landis shoves Mercenary
into the ropes and lights his chest up with a series of chops.

MA: And Manson spins Landis around and catches him with a right hand
under the chin. Landis staggers back but Manson is no longer focusing
on him as he grabs Mercenary by the arm and sends him across the ring
... right into a clothesline from Epstein's.

[As Manson makes a step towards Epstein's and Mercenary, Landis grabs
him by the shoulders and spins him around and tattoos him with a right
hand of his own. Manson absorbs the first shot and Landis follows up
with a second right hand and a boot to the mid-section that doubles
Manson over.]

JM: Landis applying a front chancery ... as Epstein's drops a fist
between the eyes of Mercenary on the far side of the ring.

MA: Landis spikes Manson with a DDT!

JM: And he quickly goes for the cover!



!!! ONE !!!



!!! TWO !!!



MA: Manson get his foot on the bottom rope to break up the pin.

JM: Epstein's pulls Merc to his feet and catches him with a European
uppercut. Epstein's has Merc's arm and twists it and pulls him into a
short arm clothesline.

[Landis drags Manson back to his feet and goes for the Irish whip but
Manson slams on the breaks and reverses it sending Landis into the
ropes. Epstein's pulls Mercenary back to his feet swings a right hand
but Mercenary blocks it and retaliates with one of his own that rocks
Epstein's back. A second right hand and the former champion staggers
back again.]

JM: As Esptein is rocked backwards Landis met with a big boot to the
head and he falls to the mat. Manson pulls Landis up and hoists him
onto his shoulder ... powerslam.

MA: And Mercenary with a forearm to the side of Epstein's head and
forces him into the corner.


!!! ONE !!!



!!! TWO !!!



JM: And Manson with only a two count after that powerslam.

[Manson glances over his shoulder and sees Mercenary driving his right
shoulder into the mid-section of Epstein's who is trapped in the
corner.]

MA: Manson is back to his feet and he grabs Merc from behind belly to
back suplex! Merc is driven into the mat as Epstein's shakes his head
and tells Manson to pull Merc up.

[Manson applies a full nelson and Epstein's just tees off on the side
of Merc's head with a right hand, a second right and third right and
ends it with a left hand. Manson powers Merc up after the left hand
and drives Mercenary into the mat with a full nelson slam.]

JM: The friendship of Epstein's and Manson is in full effect right
here as Merc is being stomped by both of them.

MA: Landis is back to his feet as well and he charges forward and
catches Manson in the back with a dropkick!

[As Manson falls to the mat Epstein's drops to his knees and begins to
choke the life out of him. Landis grabs Manson from behind and pulls
him up to his feet and applies a side headlock. The referee finally
pulls Epstein's off of Mercenary and warns him about choking.]

JM: And there's a bulldog on Manson. And Landis with another cover.



!!! ONE !!!



!!! TWO !!!


MA: And Epstein's breaks up the cover with a stomp to the back of
Landis' head.

JM: Landis grabs the back of his for a second as he pushes himself to
his feet.

[Epstein's turns his attention back to Merc, who is one his feet and
just crushes the jaw of Epstein's with a big boot. Epstein's staggers
back and Landis grabs his shoulders, leaps into the air ...]

JM: Lungblower! Landis with a picture perfect lungblower and he once
again goes for the cover ....



!!! ONE !!!



!!! TWO !!!



MA: And this time Mercenary stomps on the back of Landis' head to
break up the pin.

JM: And Merc grabs Landis and scoops him up and just slams him across
the prone figure of Epstein's.

MA: HA! That's a great move using Landis as a weapon.

[Merc reaches down and again pulls Landis to his feet. He drives his
right knee into the mid-section of Landis doubling him over and he
catches Manson getting back to his feet. Merc grabs Landis' right arm
and sends him clear across the ring right into Manson as he tries to
get to his feet.]

JM: Merc sends Landis into Manson and both men hit the mat after that
collision.

[Merc wastes no time going back on the attack as he drives the sole of
his boot into the jaw of Epstein's. And now it's Merc's turn to choke
the life out of Epstein's, and again the referee is trying to pry Merc
off of Epstein's. On the other side of the ring Manson is back to his
feet. Merc shoves the referee to the side and grabs Epstein's by the
back of his head and pulls him to his feet.]

MA: Merc dragging Epstein's to his feet but Epstein's catches him with
a right hand and Merc fires back!

[The crowd cheers as the two men begin to once again exchange rights
and lefts and Merc once again slowly gains the advantage forcing
Epstein's towards the ropes but before he can Manson spins him around
and connects with a right hand that rocks Merc back a step.]

JM: And here comes the double team again as both Epstein's and Manson
drive their right hands into the head of Mercenary. But Mercenary
catches Manson with a right hand and Merc with an eye gouge to
Epstein's.

MA: Epstein's staggers back and there's a thumb to the eye for Manson.

[Merc grabs the arm of Epstein's and pulls him in ...]

JM: Heart Punch!

MA: Epstein's dropped to his knees! and Merc drops to the mat and
rolls out of the ring as Manson swings wildly at him.

[Epstein's blinks his eyes and looks up and sees Manson standing
before him. Epstein's gets to his feet and shoves Manson.]

JM: Epstein's thinks Manson just drilled him with the Heart Punch.

MA: Manson warning Epstein's not to push him again and Epstein's does
right into Landis who school boys him!



!!! ONE !!!



!!! TWO !!!




!!! THRE - !!!!


MA: Manson kicks out! And Epstein's rushes forward ...


"___TTTHHHUUUMMMPPP___"


JM: But Merc grabs his leg and pulls him to the outside.

[Merc drives Alexander Epstein's headfirst into the guardrail in front
of a few Epstein's fans who boo him wildly. Manson and Landis are both
back to their feet and Landis surprises him with a right hand and
grabs the arm of Manson.]

MA: Landis trying to whip Manson but he blocks the whip once again and
pulls Landis back to him ... HEART PUNCH!

[Landis crumbles from the impact of punch.]

MA: Now that's how you execute the Heart Punch!

[Manson drops for the cover as Mercenary scoops Epstein's up and
drives him into the concrete with a scoop slam.]


!!! ONE !!!



[Merc slides under the bottom rope into the ring.]

!!!  TWO !!!



[Mercenary grabs Manson and just heaves him through the middle rope
and top rope to the floor.]


JM: And now Mercenary with the cover!



!!! ONE !!!



!!! TWO !!!



!!! THREE !!!


MA: And Mercenary pulls off the win!


!!! DING DING DING !!!

JM: Mercenary just stole this match from Marcus Manson ...

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


!!! THE MERCENARY !!!


MA: But more importantly what kind of questions has he put in the mind
of Alexander Epstein's? As he thinks Manson drilled him with the heart
punch.

JM: When he watches the video replay that'll be cleared up but there
is no doubt that tactic is the reason that the Mercenary is victorious
tonight.

[As Joshua Morgan finishes his sentence we fade to black and Remember
the Name by Fort Minor begins to play.]

V/O: Tempers have flared ...

[The image of Rob Cole's face fills the screen and is slowly replaced
by a smiling William Craven with blood trickling down his face.]

V/O: Championships have been stolen ...

[Craven fades into black and is replaced by Johnny Detson looking
stunned as Pete Hernandez holds the Supreme title high into the air
with one hand and raises the imaginary arm of Jack Griffin with the
other as Danny Daniels celebrates on the outside.]

V/O: Attitudes have changed ...

[The face of Perry Fontana fills the screen and it slowly fades to
show a still shot of Fontana on the receiving end of a chair meant for
Herscher von Donkerhardt who he is protecting.]

V/O: Opportunities have been earned ...

[Max and Sal stand in the ring staring at Livestock Zappa and The
Gutch who hold the PVW Tag Team Titles high into the air.]

V/O: We fight for tradition ... glory ... a chance for a name to be
remembered.  Stay tuned as PVW reaches a Boiling Point!

[The Boiling Point logo fills the screen, as Remember the Name slowly
fades so does the logo and we return to a shot of Joshua Morgan.]

JM: Folks, it's time for our main event of the evening!

PA: "It's Uncle Frank's Family Fun Time"

[This disturbingly cheerful announcement from the PA system is
followed by an unpleasant chuckle and then...]

# Noone knows what it's like #
# To be the bad man #
# To be the sad man #
# Behind blue eyes #


HD: Making his way to the ring at this time and hailing from Chicago,
Illinois, he weighs in at a cheerful 250 lbs.  He is your friend and
mine!  The happiest man in all of wrestling!  This is the man known as
Uncle Frank! This is...


!!! FRANK KNIGHT !!!


[At this point a solidly muscular Caucasian man steps out from behind
the curtains, his medium length dirty-blonde hair messy and unkempt
and several days of stubble on his face. He stops, looks around at the
fans and then slowly a wide, disturbing grin spreads across his face.
Following a few steps behind the challenger is Todd Johnstone.]

JM: What is Todd Johnstone doing out here with Frank Knight?

MA: We've seen Frank Knight in action before he can get somewhat
distracted for the goal at hand, and Johnstone has made it clear HOPE
wants the PVW Television championship belt.

JM: This smells like a set-up to me!

MA: He's his manager he's allowed to come to ringside to advise his
client!

[Stalking down towards the ring that psychotic grin never wavers from
Frank's face as he looks from side to side at the fans. Sliding into
the ring under the bottom rope he then takes a seat on the second
turnbuckle in his corner, still grinning from ear to ear and staring
unblinkingly right ahead with a manic look in his eyes. As Frank
Knight sits upon the second turnbuckle "Behind Blue Eyes" fades to
silence and "Solamente Una Vez" plays over the PA.]

JM: And here comes the champion!

[The fans leap to their feet! From the back comes a lean but muscular
Mexican man wearing black tights, cherry colored ring boots and wrist
tape, a cherry colored hooded cape, and a black luchadore mask that
covers his entire head and has cherry colored eye visors that prevent
us from seeing his eyes and cherry colored "SCII" on the forehead. He
also wears the PVW Television Championship around his waist.]

HD: And his opponent hails from Parts Unknown and weighs in at one
hundred and ninety five pounds this is the current PVW Television
Champion ...


!!! SENOR CLOAK DOS !!!


[Cloak walks towards the ring giving out high fives to the fans and
touching his masked head to the masked heads of the young fans. A few
fans embrace him and he gives embraces and high fives as he makes his
way to the ring. He leaps onto the ring apron, grabs the top rope and
does a somersault leap into the ring, rolls to his feet and runs to a
corner, hops on the second turnbuckle and strikes a super hero pose.
Then SCD shouts out "VIVA! VAMANOS! ARRIBA!" to the crowd who chants
it back to him and he hops down, takes off his mask and then takes off
the PVW TV title belt, looks at it, gives it a pat then hands it to
the referee.]

JM: Senor Cloak Dos has a huge task in front of here tonight.

MA: Frank Knight is one of the most dangerous men in the PVW and it
wouldn't surprise me if after this match Senor Cloak Dos is broken
physically instead of just mentally.


============================================
SHOCKWAVE: PVW TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP

FRANK KNIGHT vs. SENOR CLOAK DOS (c)
============================================


!!! DING DING DING !!!

[As the bell sounds the two men begin to circle one another and as
Knight goes for the collar and elbow tie up dos uses his speed to duck
under the attempt and get behind Knight. Knight spins around and Dos
attempts to connect with a standing dropkick to the chest of Knight,
but Knight side steps it and Dos hits the mat. The champion though
quickly is back to his feet avoiding Knight's attempt to grab him by
the back of the mask. Knight once again goes for the collar and elbow
tie up and once again the smaller man ducks under the attempt and
catches Knight with a kick to the thigh and follows up with an open
hand chop to the chest.]

JM: And Dos is firing those chops into the chest of Knight forcing him
into the ropes.

MA: Dos is using his speed to take charge of this match as he grabs
the arm of the bigger man and whips him across the ring into the far
side ropes.

JM: Dos rushing forward and he catches him in the chest with a
dropkick as he rebounds off of the ropes.

[Senor Cloak Dos quickly leaps up and drives his leg across the throat
of Uncle Frank. Dos goes to hook the leg of Knight but Knight easily
pushes Dos off of him before he can make the cover. Dos rolls back to
his feet and as Knight gets to a knee dos rushes forward and grabs the
head of Knight.]

JM: The champion with a modified DDT that spikes the head of the
challenger into the mat.

MA: Johnstone is besides himself on the outside as he slaps the apron
in frustration.

JM: If Johnstone thought this was going to be a walk in the park for
the name they call Uncle Frank then he thought wrong.

[Dos is on the ring apron and he grabs the top rope and leaps up onto
it.]

JM: Springboard somersault leg drop!

[The crowd cheers as Dos is able to hook the leg this time for the
cover.]



!!! ONE !!!



!!! TWO !!!



JM: Frank Knight with a kick out.

MA: Dos better be careful as Frank's smile seems to be fading.

[Knight pushes himself back to his feet and Dos grabs him from the
side.]

JM: Side Russian Leg Sweep by the champion and again he goes for the
cover.



!!! ONE !!!



!!! TWO !!!


JM: And Frank kicks out at two once again. And Frank is back to his
feet and Dos fires off a chop lighting up the chest of Frank. And
there's a second chop and a third.

MA: The smile is gone! Frank Knight looks like he is about to snap!

[Senor Cloak Dos seems to sense this quickens his pace as he catches
Frank with a standing dropkick. Dos grabs Frank's arm and pulls him to
his feet.]

JM: Dos with an Irish Whip ... no Frank reverses it into a /brutal/
shortarm clothesline!

MA: The sheer impact of that move nearly beheaded the masked midget.

JM: Johnstone is barking orders on the outside and Knight grabs Dos
pulling him to his feet ... kneebreaker!

MA: And there's a second kneebreaker. Knight has turned his attention
to the legs of Dos.

[Dos is on the mat trying to grab his knee in pain but Frank is just
stomping away at the knee.]

THUD
THUD
THUD
THUD
THUD

[After the series of stomps Knight rolls Dos over onto his stomach and
grabs his leg.]

JM: The stomps apparently weren't enough as frank is now just slamming
the knee of Dos into the mat.

THUD
THUD
THUD
THUD
THUD

[Johnstone screams for Knight to pull Dos back to his feet and grabs
him, taking him to the mat with a stiff belly to belly suplex.]

JM: Johnstone screaming for Knight to finish this match and bring the
title home to HOPE.

[As Senor Cloak Dos lays on his back on the mat is on their back,
Frank is facing away from him. He begins to apply a figure four to
Dos's legs and then falls to the side instead of straight back,
forcing his legs to be bent at an angle.]

MA: Knight with the crooked figure four! Marcus used this early in his
career and it was only mere moments before his opponent would tap out.

[Senor Cloak Dos slams his fists into the mat in pain as he screams to
the referee that he doesn't submit.]

MA: He's tapping out!

JM: No he's not! You can hear him tell the referee that he doesn't
quit yet.

MA: Yet being he key word in that sentence. I wish his mask didn't
have the tinted lens I would love to see that he is pulling a Foley.

JM: Pulling a Foley?

MA: Yeah, pulling a Foley. Crying like a little girl!

[Senor cloak dos shakes his head no once again and reaches for the
bottom rope and the crowd cheers loudly as the referee signals he has
the ropes and begins to order the break from Frank Knight.]

JM: Knight is refusing to break the hold!


ONE ...

TWO ...

THREE ...

FOUR ...


MA: Knight breaks the hold at four, and stands to his feet as Dos is
trying to pull himself to his feet using the bottom rope but Knight
ends that quickly by stomping on the knee once again.

[Dos lowers his head in pain allowing Frank to grab the back of his
mask and drag him back to his feet. Frank hoists Dos up in a Fireman's
Carry and then pushes him up and over his head while at the same time
dropping down to one knee before dropping Senor Cloak Dos stomach
first across Frank's knee.]

JM: Fireman's carry gutbuster drop!

MA: What a display of power from Knight. Johnstone has his man focused
here tonight as Frank goes for the cover.



!!! ONE !!!



!!! TWO !!!



!!! THR -- !!!


[The crowd cheers loudly as does edges his right shoulder up just
before the referee's hand slaps the mat for a third time.]

MA: And the champion barely and I mean barely kicks out in time!

[On the outside Johnstone is screaming at the referee that he needs to
learn to count, of course it's laced in expletives. Knight glares at
the referee his smile long gone as he pulls Dos back to his feet once
again and quickly hoists him onto his shoulder. Knight takes five
steps towards the center of the ring and drives the smaller champion
into the mat with a nasty powerslam.]

JM: Frank Knight driving Senor Cloak Dos into the center of the mat.

MA: His weight advantage is a huge asset here tonight as he is just
devastating the champion with his power.

[Knight once again hooks the leg of Senor Cloak Dos.]



!!! ONE !!!



!!! TWO !!!



!!! THR -- !!!


JM: And once again Senor Cloak Dos kicks out and the fans love it!

MA: Johnstone doesn't as he screams at Knight, who pulls Dos back to
his feet.

[Senor Cloak Dos though reaches up grabbing Frank by the head and
drops to his knees.]

JM: Jawbreaker by the champion! And Senor Cloak Dos pulls Knight to
his feet by the back of the head ... Bulldog! Frank driven face first
into the mat.

[Senor Cloak Dos rolls Frank over to his back and hooks the leg.]



!!! ONE !!!



!!! TWO !!!



[The crowd boos loudly as Knight powers out of the cover.]

JM: And Frank Knight kicks out!

[Dos quickly back to his feet but he shows the effects of the crooked
figure four as he gingerly steps on the right leg. He pulls Frank to
his feet and whips him into the far side corner. Dos rushes forward
and executes a handspring cartwheel.]

JM: And Dos nails frank with the Cloak Elbow in the corner!

MA: He may have but look at him as he staggers forward, he's holding
that right knee. He's showboating with that cartwheel did more damage
to the knee.

[Dos staggers forward and drops to his knee, but he quickly gets back
to his feet and charges forward catches him with a dropkick in the
corner.]

JM: Frank had no where to go and his back took the majority of that
impact.

MA: But again he's done more damage to himself as he's grabbing that
knee in pain.

[Senor Cloak Dos slowly pushes himself back to his feet and turns
around only to be taken down with a charging clothesline from frank
Knight.]

MA: And Knight nearly turned the champion inside out with that nasty
clothesline.

JM: Frank reaching down and pulls the champion up ... INSIDE CRADLE!



!!! ONE !!!



!!! TWO !!!



!!! TH - !!!


MA: Knight kicks out!

JM: But the champion isn't done yet as both men are to their feet. Dos
ducks a wild right hand from Frank and leaps up ... CRUCIFIX!



!!! ONE !!!



!!! TWO !!!



!!! TH - !!!


MA: And once again Frank kicks out!

JM: And Dos pulls him up and whips him to the far side ropes ... drop
toe hold.

[The crowd cheers wildly as Dos gets back to his feet and carefully
rolls to the ring apron as Johnstone slams on the apron screaming for
Frank to get back to his feet. Dos grabs the top rope once again and
springboards to the top rope but before he can leap Johnstone reaches
up and grabs the top rope causing the champion to loss his balance and
fall back into the ring.]

JM: And Johnstone makes his presence known as he cause Dos to fall!

MA: Johnstone slipped on something a fan threw at him and he grabbed
the rope for support. He wasn't trying to cause Dos any harm.

JM: Yeah you keep telling yourself that, Matt. Next thing you'll be
telling me it wasn't Black who stole the Josie mask.

MA: Matthew! And it wasn't Black it was Fred Hoyle!

JM: Yeah rig ... wait I could see him doing that. Frank is back to his
feet and he grabs Dos, whipping him into the ropes ... and he drives
Dos into the mat with a sidewalk slam!



!!! ONE !!!



!!! TWO !!!



!!! TH - !!!


JM: And the champion edges his shoulder up! Frank grabs Dos by the
head and slams it hard into the mat!

THUD
THUD
THUD
THUD

MA: Senor Cloak Dos' looking like a basketball as it bounces off of
the mat! And Frank is now back to his feet and pulls Dos up with him.

JM: Knight powers Dos up into the air ... SAY NO TO POWERBOMBS!

[Dos drives Franks head into the mat with facebuster. Both men roll
away from one another.]

MA: Both men are down and the referee is beginning his count.


ONE...

TWO ...

THREE ...

FOUR ...


[Suddenly, the Oakland faithful's cheers turn to cries of shock and
warning as a figure starts to stride down the aisle towards the ring.
Battered black leather jacket, black t-shirt,  jeans and Doc Martens
-- the preferred wardrobe of one Christopher Black.  And indeed, it
certainly seems like it's the rangy Englishman, but there's one
addition to the usual ensemble...]

JM:  No...NO!  How dare he?!  The Bad Wolf is wearing Senor Cloak Dos'
stolen mask!

MA:  Look, it ain't Black's fault Dos is so damn careless with his
stuff.  That whiner should be happy Black is graceful enough to bring
back that stupid mask he lost!

JM:  "Lost"?!  Christopher Black brazenly stole it!  And now we
finally have proof!

MA:  You are so quick to jump to the dumbest conclusions, kid. You
don't know that Fred Hoyle didn't give it to him ...

[By this time the tired Television Champion has pulled himself back up
to his feet thanks to the ring ropes.  Hearing the screams of alarm
from the crowd, Senor Cloak Dos turns to see what's causing the
disturbance...

 ...and immediately freezes at the sight of his stolen mask -- with
 that last cherished memento of Josie still fixed upon it -- now worn
 in utter mockery by the thief, who halts in the middle of the aisle
 and deliberately outstretches his arms as if daring the lucha
 favorite to come after him.  Shaken out of his shock, Dos takes a
 step forward...

...and suddenly gets clubbed from behind by a now-on-his-feet Uncle
Frank!  With a wicked grin, the mad maniac gleefully grabs the stunned
SCD and looks on a front chancery. He hooks Dos' leg and pulls him
into air.]

MA: Uncle Frank's Family Friendly Fun Time! What a nasty
Fishermanbuster!



!!! ONE !!!



!!! TWO !!!





!!! THREE !!!


[To the horror of the Oakland crowd, the official makes the full three
count.]


!!!DING DING DING !!!


HD:  Here is your new Television Champion...UNCLE FRANK!

JM:  This is a travesty!

MA:  No, this is a victory for HOPE!  This is a victory for America!
This is--uh, Black's not doing anything crazy like going after Uncle
Frank, is he?

[Clinging greedily now to his new shiny, shiny belt, Uncle Frank
shoots a wary eye at the now-sprinting masked Christopher Black.  But
the Bad Wolf just rolls under the ropes and starts laying in the boots
to the fallen Senor Cloak Dos, ignoring the withdrawing Frank and his
prize completely.  With the crowd exploding in near-deafening boos,
Black then tosses the unresisting SCD into the corner and draws
something from his jacket pocket.]

JM:  What is that...handcuffs?  Oh no!

MA:  Oh, zip ties!  I love it!  No getting away now, squirt.  Maybe
the Bad Wolf will get a matching set from Dos' other mask and we'll
finally get to see what that loser looks like!

[Black quickly shackles SCD's arms to the second ring ropes, then
rolls out of the ring to grab a mic and a steel chair.  As the groggy
lucha starts to realize the gravity of his situation, Dos desperately
tries to get loose as Black rolls back in with the chair.  The Bad
Wolf methodically taps the chair against the ring and winds up for the
pitch...

...and sets the chair down.  Sitting himself down, Black pulls the
mask off his head and looks at it like Hamlet contemplating Yorick's
skull.]

CB:  Cor, mate...how the hell do ya breath in this bloody thing?

[The Oakland faithful roars its disgust, eliciting a sneer from the
Englishman.  He shakes his head, bringing the mic close to his lips as
he addresses the trapped SCD.]

CB:  Bravo, "hero", bravo...  [He offer Dos a brief clap]  ...you did
it.  Ya took down the beast, won the prize an' saved the princess.
[The Wolf pauses, grinning coldly]  No, wait, that's not how the story
went, is it?  Your precious little princess couldn't even hold on for
one more bleedin' night to give ya your fairy tail ending!

Lie to yourself about lookin' down from heaven all ya like, don't
change the fact she's wormfood, mate.  [He leans in closer]  It don't
change the fact she FAILED.

[Black chuckles, sick grin plastered across his face as the jeers
continue to rain down.]

JM:  Every time I think Christopher Black can't sink any lower, he
finds a new level of depravity!

MA:  Stop being so melodramatic, Morgan.  The Bad Wolf is just telling
it like it is!  Blah blah blah...a kid died, cancer or whatever the
hell it was she died from is bad, let's get over it.  Ob-la-di, ob-la-
da, life goes on.  This ain't the freaking Oxygen channel!

JM:  Even Fred Hoyle showed some heart for Josie, Matt.

MA:  And that's why he's not gonna win Announcer of the Year -- he's a
wimp.  [Matthew slams his fist into the desk.]  And stop calling me
"Matt"!

[Dos twists, desperately trying to break free of his bonds, but
remains trapped.  Another dark chuckle escapes from the Wolf, as he
now starts to stroke the flower sticker on the stolen mask.]

CB:  You...  [Black's voice drips with mock sympathy]  ...you'd have
given up the Wolf's belt if she could have had one more day, wouldn't
ya?  One more smile, one more laugh, one more heartbeat...oooh, so
many "one mores"!  So pathetic...  [The Bad Wolf's eyes harden into an
icy glare.]  But you snuck into the Wolf's lair an' took something
that belonged to him anyway...  Now the Wolf, he ain't gonna lie to
ya, mate.  Havin' the Television belt...it was hot; it was sweet, it
was... [A quick smack of the lips from Black]  But it wasn't very
fillin'...

[He looks right at Dos, tapping the sticker slowly.]

CB:  Masks...masks have power where you're from, Dos.  An' the Wolf
started thinkin' maybe that trophy would help fill the hunger in his
gut!  Tearin' that pelt away from ya, showin' the world your
miserable, cowardly face...  [Black straightens up in his chair, eying
the imprisoned luchador thoughtfully.]   Maybe it would've...or maybe
you'd finally man up, find heart an' take strength in bein' yourself.
Could ya do that, Dos, if the Wolf strips another mask from ya?!

[The crowd boos at Black finally admitting his crime.  He sneers,
twirling the mask on his hand.]

CB:  No.  Takin' this was easy -- too easy.  But it tore your bleedin'
little heart up, didn't it?  So many tears...but you kept fightin'.
An' the Wolf knew -- finally knew -- what the real trophy had to be...

...you want this back so badly, Dos, the Wolf's gonna give it to ya.
But you have to pay the price.  [Black's face twists into a vicious
snarl.]  No more belts, no more masks.  Now the Bad Wolf is takin'
your goddamn HEART!

JM:  What does that me--?

[The mask and mic drops from Christopher Black's hands as he rises
from his chair.  With a fluid motion he reaches into his jacket's
pockets again, this time drawing out a lighter...and a bottle of
lighter fluid.]

MA:  Holy crap!

JM:  Oh god, he's not gonna to-- somebody stop him!

[Black empties the bottle of lighter fluid, not on the now-thrashing
Senor Cloak Dos, but onto the crumpled mask.  The mics picks up the
frantic pleas of the luchador, begging Black to not destroy the
precious relic as he struggles to free himself in time.  But a
venomous smile spreads across Black's face as he flicks the lighter...



...and drops it, right onto where Josie's flower sticker lies.  Soaked
in accelerant, the mask immediately goes up in flames.  Satisfied with
the fiery destruction, Black methodically turns his back on the
helpless Senor Cloak Dos and rolls out of the ring, laughing all the
while.]

JM:  I can't...I can't believe it!  It doesn't make any sense!

MA:  It makes plenty of sense, kid.  What better way to get at Dos'
heart than destroying what means the most to him!  That stupid mask
with one last memento from a dead girl...something he is NEVER getting
back!  It's brilliant!

JM:  It's disgusting is what it is!

MA:  It also means that no one is ever going to call us the B show
again!  Suck it, Hoyle!

[The technicians finally rush down to the ring to free Senor Cloak Dos
and to extinguish the fire.  But all that is left of the mask is a
melted and charred mess.  The distraught luchador is now knelt over
the remains...


...and at the top of the aisle, the Bad Wolf looks down on what he has
wrought, grinning obscenely.

Fade to black.]