[Slow fade from black.  Viewed from the side, head bowed, William
Craven slumps against a concrete wall.  At the bottom of the screen
"After Tradition 6" fades in and out as Craven's familiar voice, full
of gravel and spit, is heard echoing through the hall.]

WC: Fools and dreamers alone believe that defeat is a stranger.
Defeat is a seductress, ever tempting us to falter.  Her tool is
frailty and it is ever present in all things...

[Face hidden by his black vinyl hood, Bill breathes deep, pulling it
back to expose his brutalized face.  One eye swollen, untreated cuts
and blood drying contrasting with green-tattooed skin, Bill looks the
worse for wear.]

WC: Early in a career, when permanence and legacy are in question, you
count every win and loss like a miser counting coins; one gold here
with a smile, one copper there with a frown.  The years wear on and
you look on not whether there will be a legacy but what form it will
take.  Finally ... the numbers lose all meaning.  So many times I've
lost a wrestling match because I was too busy fighting.

My legacy is formed; one of brutality, blood and glory.  Until tonight
... it could be summed up in two simple words "no surrender"...

[Breathing in deep and ragged, Bill slumps further against the wall,
rubbing his face with the sound of rough stubble scraping across thick
calloused palm.  Blood wipes and flakes away, smearing everywhere.]

WC: I do not regret the act.  There were reasons.  What I do regret
... was who holds the dubious distinction of being the first to elicit
such a response.  The war is not over ... but victory is not so
absolute as I once considered it.  Defeat worked her wiles and I fell
to her sway with her; sullied by the experience.

[Looking down the hall away from camera, Craven eyes a worker pulling
tape and rolling the wire that it holds down.  Sneering, he shakes his
head.]

WC: Looking forward I feared the future but no more.  The deed is
done.  One battle lost to the man who embodies all that I ever wanted
but was denied.  The luckiest man alive has yet another feather to put
in his cap.  Robert ... savor this.  My goal remains, as ever, to
remove you from my world.  There is no place for a man who plays
pretend and entertains the childish notion of being a "monster under
the bed".  You're no monster; no "outcast".  You are the most
mainstream and bland man to ever darken the doorstep of the Phoenix
Valley.  The fact that you have been able to effortlessly float in a
limbo between hero, victim, villain, martyr, patriarch and pretender
for so many years without being drummed out by the very fans that now
flock to your camp is beyond me.

But then, one's contemporaries are seldom a good indicator for reality
and even less for how history will remember you.  Perhaps the
"Outcast" will indeed be lauded in all the records of our times,
exalted above all other legends.  Or, perhaps, he will merely be a
footnote on my own history; known only as the man who belittled and
turned back the ever-present warning spoken so many times by his
superior ... and paid the price.

That warning, Robert?  What else?  "It.  Gets.  Worse."

One more goodbye, Robert.  A sweet one.  Now we must only decide on
the method of your execution.  I trust that I will have your
assistance in this, Robert?  After all ... you don't recognize that
it's your funeral you will be attending, do you...  Aheh.  Heh.  The
party is in ... your honor ... Robert...

[Bizarrely, Craven seems to lose consciousness.  The screen becomes
black for a long moment as Linkin Park's Faint becomes audible.]

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

[Rapid fire shots of the PVW stars begin to flash across the screen.
The painted faces of Wolf and Doom fill the screen for a few moments
before slowly into Chris Hartt, who slowly fades out to be replaced by
Danny Daniels, who is replaced by Nevermind who is replaced by Rob
Cole 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 Gabriel Whitecross who fades into Johnny Detson,
the Supreme Championship Belt resting on his right shoulder. Slowly
Detson fades into the Tag Team Champions Livestock and The Gutch.]

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

[The tag team champions fade into Max and Sal who fade into Uncle
Frank and Uncle Frank fades into Senor Cloak Dos 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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[And we cut live to the arena where the fans are rabid. The camera
pans quickly about the arena showing various signs ALWAYS REMEMBER
9-11 - EAT HIS FACE POP! - REDBULL FOR LIFE - UNCLE FRANK SCARES ME -
R.I.P. JOSIE - DOS MANIA - MASKED BRO IN TRAINING - FEEL THE SHOCKWAVE
- NEVERMIND! The camera finally pans to the announce table where Josh
Morgan is sitting, wearing a black PVW polo shirt and next to him is
sitting the perfection of professionalism, Matthew Anderson, who is
wearing a white dress shirt with a red patterned tie.]

JM: Fans we are hot off the heels of Tradition six where we witnessed
the crowning of a NEW Television Champion in Senor Cloak Dos!

MA: He surprised the worl when he upset Christopher Black, Joshua.

JM: It wasn't an upset. Cloak Dos is a world class athlete. Who was
fighting for the memory of Josie.

MA: ...

JM: Don't Matthew, please don't say anything.

MA: I was just going to comment on how there seems to be some tension
building in the Black and Rose camp.

JM: There does but there doesn't seem to be any tension in the camp of
Gibson Hayes, who with assist from what seemed to be a few dozen
people was able to retain his title.

MA: Please Joshua, the outcome of that match was never in question.
The only question is who is worthy enough to face Gibson Hayes at
Boiling Point. But speaking of Gibson Haye's camp in tonight'a main
event we will see the tag team champions Livestock and The Gutch in
action against AsH and Gabriel Whitecross.

JM: That's right Matthew ...

MA: How many times do I have to you ...

JM: I will never call you Mr. Anderson! Also tonight we will see
Alexander Epstein in action tonight as he faces off with Marcus
Manson.

MA: After watching the Mercenary drive Epstein through a stretcher
with a splash on the last Shockwave I'm stunned Epstein is still
walking. But it is apparently the PVW Championship Committee wants
Epstein out of the PVW.

JM: How can you say that? Epstein is one of the greats ...

MA: Why else would they put him into the ring with Marcus Manson who
has elevated his game in recent weeks. The man Epstein faces tonight
is the Misery Machine I remember.

JM: Speaking of Marcus Manson I'm getting word he's is just arriving
in the building let's see if Dean Hayes can get some comments from
him.

[Crossfade to the backstage area where Marcus Manson is seen pushing
open the backstage door and entering the arena. He wears his customary
beaten leather trench coat over his street clothes and has a gym bag
over his shoulder. Not long after entering the building someone yells
from behind him.]

Hey!

[The camera pans back to reveal Alex Epstein. He walks over to Manson
and gets in his face!]

AE: Don't think I forgot about what happened in UEW.

MM: You must be talking about the fact that you've never beaten me in
the ring? Is that what you mean? About how I beat you every time we
face off?

AE: Yeah well this time it's going to be different. You and me are
getting in that ring and this time we're gonna play a whole new
different game. It's gonna be my game--not yours. Got it?

MM: Hey, you do whatever you think you need to do. I'll take whatever
you wanna bring on.

AE: Good, I'll see you in the ring. I'm really gonna crush you this
time.

[Manson smirks to himself as the two men turn and stalk off in
opposite directions and we fade back to the announcers.]

JM: Epstein seems fired up tonight as he just put Manson on notice
that tonight is his night.

MA: It's what happens when you have a past history in this business.
The wounds of defeat may fade but they never fully heal. Do you know
how many years Epstein has been waiting for another shot at Manson ...
nearly a decade and tonight he gets that shot!


JM: Also tonight the Masked Maniac has demanded a shot against the
Berserker's to prove what's better masks or paint.

MA: And I'm going on record as saying the Berserker's will continue to
show their dominance tonight, cause let's be honest Masked Maniac just
isn't right in the head.

JM: The question is though who will Masked Maniac's partner be.

MA: I hope it's Fred Hoyle.

[Joshua Morgan laughs as we cut to the masked interviewer, Dean Hayes.
Standing in-front of the giant PVW banner is he joined by the forces
of nature that has been wrecking the PVW tag team division, Doom and
Wolf ... The Berserkers!]

DH: I am standing by with the Berserkers who are about to take on my
good friend, Masked Maniac.

[Wolf cuts off the Masked interviewer.]

Wolf: I hope you don't have any plans for later on this evening then,
Dean.

[Dean Hayes tilts his head questioning just why Wolf would ask that.]

Wolf: Your friend may need some company at the local E.R.  You see we
aren't here for games.  We have made our intentions very clear.  While
Masked Maniac thinks this is some sort of circus side show.  We wear
our paint with pride and destroy anyone ... male or female that steps
in the ring with us.

DH: Do you have any clue who Masked Maniac's partner is going to be?

[Wolf and Doom look at one another for a second and then Doom
answers.]

Doom: It doesn't matter who it's going to be.  It could be Senor Cloak
Dos ... It could be Shadoe Rage ... It could be Masked Maniac's mother
... It could be _you_ for all we care.

[Dean seems taken aback.]

DH: Me?  What gives you that idea?

Wolf: You are one of Masked Maniac's ... Masked Hoes right?

DH: Well ... I am a Masked Bro in training.

[Doom snarls in the masked interviewers face.]

Doom: Then this might be easier then we thought.

Wolf: Masked Maniac we don't care who you toss a mask on ...  Just get
out here and when we are done with you ... We can move on to legit
competition.  We don't care if it's the Renegades ... The Heat ...
Prophets of Rage ... or Livestock and The Gutch.  We want to fight and
we want to beat the best.  Hell stick a pair of masks on anyone of
those teams and call them Masked Bro's and send them down that aisle.

[Dean Hayes gets ready to ask another question, but Doom cuts him
off.]

Doom: We aren't interested in talking to one of Masked Maniac's
brothers anymore.  We are only interested in, bringing the -

Wolf: BOOM!

[Dean leaps backwards at the loud shouting..]

Doom: BOOM!

[Dean turns quickly to look at Doom as he shouts.]

Wolf: BOOM!

[Wolf finishes the Boom-trio as we fade to back to the announcers.]

MA: Dean Hayes as Maniac's partner ... not even Hayes is that stupid.
But really someone needs to tell him to change his mask, soon someone
will complain and we'll have to digitalized his face out.

JM: {chuckles} Folks we're just moments away from The Berserkers
versus Maskeds Maniac's Masked Bros team so let's go to the Voice,
Herk Douglas for the introductions.

[We cut to the backstage area right before the Voice can begin the
introductions.]

Masked Maniac: Everyone has been asking me all week ... What Masked
bro will you march to the ring and do battle with?   Will it be my
amigo, Senor Dos Cloak?

[The fans in the arena give a huge roar for Senor Cloak Dos.]

Masked Maniac:  My phone hasn't stopped ringing as my options for a
partner has been unlimited.  _EVERYONE_ wants to be a Masked Bro ...

[Masked Maniac nods.]

Masked Maniac: Berserkers ... I am about to bring MASKED MANIA down on
you!  Does all the HOES want Masked Mania!?!

[The ladies cheer.]

Masked Maniac: QUE MY MUSIC!

[The opening to Masked Maniac's new theme song, Masked Bro's before
Hoes by Droner (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=778gRazGWH4) begins
blasting over the PA system.]


#MASK BROS ... BEFORE HOES!#


#MASK BROS ... BEFORE HOES!#


MA: They gave him custom music?!?! What is the world coming to!

[Masked Maniac emerges from the back and points towards the entrance
...]

JM: And we are about to see Masked Maniac's partner.

[Out from the back emerges a man wearing a red and black mask, and red
full length wrestling trunks with the word MASTER written in black
lettering down the right leg and black boots. His shoulder is heavily
taped up.]

MA: Are you kidding me? Is that Brian Masters under the mask?

JM: It could be and if it is he is still feeling the effects of Perry
Fontana's amputation.

MA: How does he expect to defeat the Berserkers with Brian Masters as
his partner.

JM: Masked Maniac is a former PVW Television Champi ...

MA: That was a different man under the mask. And Masters is injured,
it's as if he wants to lose this match.

[As the Masked Bros slide into the ring the opening rift of Master Of
Puppets by Metallica begins to blast through the arena.]

* DAAAAAAAA *

* DUN DUN DUNNNNN *

HD: And their opponents hail from Chicago, Illinois and weigh in at a
combine weight of five hundred and seventy-seven pounds ...  this is
...  Doom and Wolf ...


!!! THE BERSERKERS !!!


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


JM: Maniac is stepping onto the apron it looks like he is going to let
Masters start this match off.

[Maniac motions for Masters to rush Wolf and he does so. Masters runs
forward and slams into the shoulder of Wolf and drops to his back and
Wolf glares at Masters as he slowly pushes himself back to his feet.]

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

MASKED BROS v THE BERSERKERS
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^


!!! DING DING DING !!!

MA: Yeah how did that work for you Masters?

JM: Maniac still telling Masters he can handle Wolf and urges him to
lock up.

MA: And Wolf just powers Masters into the corner ...


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

MA: Now Masters chest is as red as his mask is!

[Wolf grabs Masters bu his arm and hip tosses him from the corner into
the center of the ring. Masters sits up and grabs his back in pain.
Wolf rushes forward and just drives the sole of his boot into the back
of Masters head sending him crashing into the mat. Wolf pulls Masters
up and points at the top turnbuckle and introduces the newest masked
bro into the turnbuckle. He slams it into it a second time and a third
and the crowd suddenly takes over the count.]

FOUR!
FIVE!
SIX!
SEVEN!
EIGHT!
NINE!
TEN!

MA: Masters is stumbling around and Wolf leaps catching him in the jaw
with a picture perfect dropkick to the jaw.

JM: Wolf pulls Masters back up and tags in Doom. The two men grab
Masters by the arms and double Irish whip into the ropes ... double
clotheslines! Masters was turned inside out!

MA: And Doom just scoops Masters up and puts him back down with the
scoop slam.

[Doom doesn't waste a second either as he pulls Masters back to his
feet and whips him to the ropes, as Maters rebounds Doom leaps and
connects with a leaping shoulderblock knocking him to the mat. Doom
pulls Masters back up and whips him to the corner next to Maniac.
Maniac though drops to floor and begins to motion to the back as
Masters is once again grabbed by Doom who presses him into the air
with a military press.]

JM: What an impressive display of Doom's strength.

[Doom pulls Masters up as another figure emerges from the back. This
man is wearing a yellow and mask with yellow trunks and a Arizona Stud
t-shirt.]

MA: And I would assume this is Freddy Travis under a mask. The one
time Will Geddings fan now seems to be trying to mimic Masked Maniac
now.

[Travis begins to run to the ring as Doom once again tags in Wolf.
Wolf drops to his knee as Doom pulls Masters up with a vertical
suplex.]

JM: And Doom just suplexed Masters across the knee of Wolf.

[Masters let's out a howl of pain as Wolf goes for the cover.]


ONE ...



TWO ...


[And the masked Freddy Travis dives across the ring breaking up the
count. Wolf shakes his head and is quickly back to his feet. Travis
fires of a right and a left and another right, but Wolf just shakes
his head to the side and drills Travis in the chest with a straight
kick. He grabs Travis and lifts him into the air.]

JM: Powerbomb! He spiked Travis into the mat with that one. And now
Wolf is going to the top rope.

MA: The Berserkers are making another statement here to the rest of
the PVW tag team division. Travis is slowly getting to his feet ...
Diving clothesline!

JM: And here's another cover!


ONE ...



TWO ...



[And this time it's the masked Masters who makes the save. Doom
charges into the ring and nearly decapitates Masters with a
clothesline. He doesn't wait a moment as he pulls Masters up and nails
him with a vicious shoulderbreaker. Masters lets out a loud scream as
he holds his taped shoulder in pain and rolls to the apron. Doom gets
to his feet and looks at Maniac, who puts his hands up. The crowd
cheers as Doom charges Maniac and drives him to the concrete with a
vicious elbow.]

JM: Doom going after Maniac, who's back pedaling trying to stay away
from the painted man!

MA: And for some reason the referee is trying to keep Doom from
Maniac? I don't understand this at all Maniac is a legal man in the
match and should get the ass whooping he deserves!

[In the ring Wolf pulls Travis up to his feet and the crowd screams in
shock as yet another masked man slides into the ring and grabs Wolf by
the shoulder spinning him around.]


"___TTTHHHUUUDDD___"


JM: Wolf just took a spiked glove to the head!

MA: A spiked glove can only mean that's Devin Houlihan under the mask!

[Wolf drops to the mat in a heap as the masked man pulls Travis across
Wolf's chest.

JM: Why would Devin Houlihan interject himself into this match?

MA: It's real simple, Joshua. Wolf nearly killed Pizzazz with that
clothesline at Tradition and nothing has happened about it! Devin
accidentally hit a woman and he was labeled a woman beater!

JM: Pizzazz signed a waiver to enter that match. She knew what could
happen. Emylee was just a manager and Devin punched her.

MA: Accidentally! You have even said that yourself.

[The masked man rolls out of the ring as the referee has finally
pushed Doom to his corner and Maniac climbs onto the apron cheering
wildly as Travis continues to cover Wolf. Finally the referee rolls
into the ring.]



ONE ...


[The masked man on the outside raises his spiked glove hand high into
the air.]



TWO ...


[He pulls off the mask to confirm that it is indeed Devin Houlihan
under the mask. The crowd boos loudly as Devin laughs. Suddenly his
laughing comes to a complete halt as Wolf just shoves Travis off of
himself, nearly two feet into the air.]

JM: WOLF KICKS OUT!

MA: What strength! Doom slapping the top turnbuckle as Maniac looks on
in complete disbelief.

[Wolf pops up to his feet and tags in Doom who grabs Travis and lifts
him high into the air with a.]

JM: Wolf back to the top rope and he points at Devin ...


[Wolf leaps and catches Travis with a diving legdrop.]

JM: Gates of Hades!

[Doom drops for the cover.]


ONE ...


[Wolf continues to glare at Devin.]


TWO ...


[Doom nods his head as the referee's hand hits the mat a second time.]


THREE !!!


JM: And the Berserkers win again!

[Masked Maniac runs his hands over his mask and shakes his head to the
side in disbelief.]

MA: Four masked men and a spiked glove and they still pick up a
dominate win.

JM: And Devin Houlihan may have picked a fight he can't win on his
own.

MA: He's not alone he has JDM and The Biz ...

JM: But The Biz is pre-occupied with Sinister. With the look in the
Berserkers eyes if I was Devin I would be praying JD returns.

MA: Well tonight, we'll see how good Devin is on his own when he steps
into the ring with Sinister.

JM: Talk about a baptism by fire, Matthew.

MA: Seriously how many ...

[Before Matthew Anderson can finish his sentence we crossfade to the
back where the camera follows Dean Hayes who is moving around the
backstage area. He catches sight of Marcus Manson in the locker room
wrapping his wrists in athletic tape. Dean approaches him.]

DH: Marcus, we haven't heard from you since before Tradition. If you
have a moment could we have a word with you?

MM: Sure.

[The nonchalant response catches Hayes off guard. Customarily a target
of Manson's bullying, he is struck speechless. Manson starts a slow
clap.]

MM: Sammy Knight. Well done. You came, you saw, you conquered. You did
everything you said you would do. You stood against the Monster, took
down the Machine, and proved everyone wrong.

[Manson holds up his hand.]

The doubters.

[And extends his pointer finger.]

The "Internet pundits."

[Followed by his middle.]

Your opponents.

[His ring.]

It's just too bad that you couldn't do it on your own. You needed
Spectre's help to put me down for a 3 count...

[Manson pauses for a minute, and then looks back up at the camera,
almost as an afterthought.]

And you're right, Knight. I am _THAT DAMN ANGRY_!

[Manson scowls.]

You bitch about my spiteful disrespect? Tell me exactly what in the
hell you have done to come anywhere _CLOSE_ to earning my respect!

[Manson pauses. Calming slightly. Dean Hayes is frozen stiff.]

YOU made this about more than professional wrestling, Knight. YOU
decided to bring my wife's name into this and tell me how you saw
things. I do the same to you and suddenly you balk and i'm just angry
and looking for a violent fix?

[Manson pauses.]

For once, Knight, stop yapping and actually listen to what I'm going
to say.

Even as you deny that your son is merely a band-aid for your guilty
conscience. And you deny that his mother was anything more than some
drunken, horny bitch. You think you see good in me?

 You _STILL_ don't get it.

I'm not like you. I don't need to lie about my past and make up
stories to know Misery. Abandoned, molested, abused, neglected, and
forced into gang culture?

It's a damned miracle the man you killed wasn't _yourself_!

[Manson shakes his head.]

Knight, if you think that you can beat me on your own, without
Spectre's help, then I say bring it on. But if you try to psycho-
analyze me again or bring my personal life into this...

I will _END_ you.

[Manson turns and glares at Dean Hayes, who quickly turns to the
camera and makes a "Cut!" motion across his throat a few times before
it does just that. Crossfade back to the ringside area where we see
the members of Sex Appeal, Shane Lucas and Marty Powell making their
way up the ring stairs as "Heartless" by Kanye West plays throughout
the arena.]

JM: On the last Shockwave these two men suffered what has been called
a major upset when the Berserkers picked up a huge win over Sex
Appeal.

MA: They were not focused on the painted freaks ...

JM: But you said a legend the caliber of Alex Adams would have them
ready for that challenge ...

MA: Apparently they didn't take Alex's advice. Look at their faces I'm
positive tonight will be a different story.

JM: Well hopefully for them it will be as once again they refused to
give the PVW an interview for Showcase.

MA: Focus is more important than flashing a smile to the camera.

[As Herk Douglas begins to speak the crowd buzzes as a man, attired in
blue jeans and Kansas City Royals jersey leaps over the guardrail and
catches a steel chair that is tossed his way by another man, who is
also attired in jeans and Kansas City Royals jersey.]


"___CCCRRRAAACCCKKK___"


JM: ALEX ADAMS WAS JUST WAFFLED ACROSS THE BACK WITH THAT CHAIR!


"___CCCRRRAAACCCKKK___"


JM: And another chair shot brings Adams down! Who are these men?

[Lucas and Powell turn around at the sound of the impact and rush
towards the ring ropes. Powell grabs the top rope and slingshots
himself over the top rope ...]


"___CCCRRRAAACCCKKK___"

JM: And Powell eats the chair ...


"___CCCRRRAAACCCKKK___"


[The crowd continues to sound confused as they both boo and cheer for
the events going on at ringside.]

JM: And there's one for Lucas!

MA: Wait a minute! I recognize these two men ... if I'm right, and we
know I'm never wrong, this is the team known as VIP. William Intrigue
and Stephen Stellar.

[Stephen grabs Shane Lucas and pulls him up and begins to position him
for a piledriver as William Intrigue slides a chair near him.]

JM: Well who's who, Matthew?

MA: Mr. Anderson, and Stephen has pulled Shane Lucas into the air for
a piledriver ...


"___CCCRRRAAACCCKKK___"


MA: SPIKE PILEDRIVER ON THE CHAIR! If my memory serves me they call
that the VIP Pass Stamp.

[As William begins to tell Stephen to grab a hold of Powell the crowd
cheers wildly as Johnny Cougar and Andrew Fox come running down the
aisle. The cheers get louder as the Rock n Roll Connection nears the
members of VIP but William and Stephen leap the guardrail and make a
hasty retreat to the disapproval of the crowd who boos.]

JM: And just as quickly as they came, Intrigue and Stellar bail
through the crowd.

[The referee checks on Shane Lucas and signals to Herk Douglas.]


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

Sex Appeal v ROCK N ROCK CONNECTION
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^


HD: Ladies and gentlemen the referee has determined Sex Appeal are in
no condition to wrestle tonight!

[The crowd boos in disappointment that they won't be able to see Rock
n Roll Connection in action.]

MA: VIP did some major damage tonight, Joshua.

JM: What else do you about those two men.

MA: Keep forgetting you're not educated in the business, Joshua. Well
back in the nineties VIP was a big deal in tag team wrestling ... I
want to say in the Detroit area. And I'm sure now that we have seen
VIP we will soon be seeing the Godfather of Tag Team Wrestling ... one
Carl Stevenson.

JM: Wait? The same Carl Stevenson who managed Royalty to become the
first ever PVW Tag Team Champions?

MA: The one and same, Joshua ... the one and same.

[As Matthew finishes his sentence, the announcers fade to black and we
fade in to a kitchen table at which "The Everlasting" Perry Fontana
sits, still wearing his boxer's robe over his street clothes. Beneath
his luxuriant jet black hair, the largest muttonchops in wrestling do
nothing to cover his nervous apprehension.

Behind the camera, a kind of familiar female voice calls to him...]

Woman [Off-screen]: Want a beer?

Fontana: No, thanks.

Woman [Off-screen]: Zima?

Fontana: That still exists?

Woman [Off-screen]: If you import it from Japan, yes. Want one?

Fontana: Non non, merci.

Woman [Off-screen]: OJ?

Fontana: That's OK.

Woman [Off-screen]: Was that a yes?

Fontana: No, that-... I don't need anything to drink, but thanks.

Woman [Off-screen]: Well, you gotta have something.

Fontana: Alright. I'll have some water, then.

Woman [Off-screen]: Tap, bottled, or a Perrier?

[Discouraged, the King of Armbars hangs his head...]

Fontana: Anything. Tap water's fine. That's a nice home, here. Looking
good. ... Oh, thanks.

Woman [Off-screen]: Welcome.

[A woman's hand places a glass on the table, and a water bottle next
to it. And only now, as she takes a seat at the table, does the camera
finally swivel over to expose her identity. She's a redhead, and seems
familiar because she's a Marshall sister. No, not Jessica, and she
isn't Tara either. And no, even if she's a ginger, it's not Amy. This
one's known as Rebecca "Speedbump" Marshall, the zoo keeper tasked
with taming the infamous Fraternity Boys.]

RM: I was only a matter of time until you showed up, I suppose.

Fontana: Is that why you didn't answer the door?

RM: No. We had the doorbell disconnected. After we got a visit from a
Buddhist missionary, Chris decided that nothing in the world could
ever top that story.

Fontana: A Buddhist missionary.

RM: Oh, yes. He just rang the doorbell, and when Chris opened the
door, there was this monk in orange robes. He smiled, bowed, and
walked away. Chris said the last time he felt so spiritually moved was
when he saw January Jones in her Emma Frost get up, so we figured the
doorbell should go out on top.

[Still... The Everlasting One blankly stares at Rebecca in silence,
and vice versa. There's an Eveline Eriksen joke not being exploited,
here.  Still... when the stalemate lasts too long, Perry takes a deep
breath.]

Fontana: ...I'm looking for Emily.

RM: Even Paul Wong could have figured that one out.

Fontana: Just want to talk to her, c'est tout.

RM: Maybe she doesn't want to talk to you. Did you apologize, at
least?

Fontana: Didn't even have the chance.

RM: Make sure it's the first thing you do when you see her.

Fontana: She's here? I _knew_ she was here!

RM: She was, yes, with little Adam, cutest little thing. She was
here... but she left last week after the... incident.

Fontana: The INCIDENT? Did something happen? Is she _hurt_? What
about-...

RM: No, no! They're fine, it's just... It all started when Chris...

Fontana: ...ouais?

RM: I don't know if I can talk about it. The wounds are still too
fresh.

Fontana: Rebecca...

[The King of Armbars reaches across the kitchen table, taking
Rebecca's hand in his. Surprisingly, she doesn't flinch]

Fontana: ...they are OK, right?

RM: ...they are, Perry.

It's just... the yelling, the screaming, the words... it wasn't
pretty.

Fontana: I have to ask, Rebecca.

[Speedbump wipes at her eye with the back of her hand]

RM: It's just... Chris was doing a "Mass Effect 2" playthrough on pure
Renegade, making every single horrible choice you could make. When he
picked the Renegade option at the end of "Project Overlord," well,
Emily just snapped on him. "How could ANYONE make that choice," she
screamed... oh, the screaming. "What kind of horrible, sick, demented
person are you?!?" And he shot back with "I'm saving the galaxy from
the Reapers by any means necessary, Emily!"

[Fontana narrows his eyes... Of course, he doesn't realize O'Brien was
just playing the game the way Perry would have... because the
Deathless One doesn't have a single gamer bone in his body.]

Fontana: Are... are Max & Sal punking me or something? What the heck
are you talking about?

RM: "Mass Effect 2." It's a game. Sequel of "Mass Effect?"

[This means nothing to "Il Eterno."]

RM: Bridges the gap between action and RPG in a sci-fi setting? ...It
gets addictive.

[Pause.]

RM: I think the end game came when Chris called her a Geth, and Emily
told him that Greatness was going to beat the Fraternity Boys so
badly, it would be like they had been beaten by the Prophets of Rage.
I don't remember the rest. I had finished the entire bottle of Grey
Goose by then.

[Fontana purses his thin lips.]

Fontana: So... You guys were taking the most morally offensive course
of action in a video game while getting _blitzed_... next to a new
born baby.

RM: Yeah... Just a calm night of shut-in family fun. But that's when
Emily decided she'd be moving out. Totally out of the blue like that,
no explanation. It's pretty baffling. Hormones have to play a part,
because sometimes she just doesn't didn't seem like herself anymore.

Fontana: Ouain.

[An awkward pause.]

Fontana: ...Where did she move to, then?

RM: I think maybe she found herself a new place, I don't know. We
haven't talked since.

[The Everlasting One blinks.]

Fontana: Well... You've been as useful as I can reasonably expect you
to be.

[Perry gets out of the chair.]

Fontana: Thank you anyways, Rebecca. And thanks for welcoming my wife
and son into your home.

RM: Hey, it was fun while it lasted!  ... Except for the screaming.
Oh... the screaming...

[As The King of Armbars reassuringly pats Rebecca Marshall's
shoulder...]

COB: Hey, babe! I heard talking. Do we have...

[Pause.

And then "The Drunken Icon" Chris O'Brien somehow comes flying into
the shot, launching himself across the kitchen table. Fontana is
barely able to get an arm up before O'Brien tackles him, sending both
men sprawling to the hardwood floor below. O'Brien's hands end up
wrapped around Fontana's throat, squeezing for all he's worth]

COB: I told you guys for the last time! I...

[O'Brien shakes Fontana's head to one side]

COB: ...like...

[And the other]

COB: ...my...

[And the other, for good measure]

COB: ...current insurance provider!

RM: Chris, no! Perry's come in peace! Right, Perry?!?

Fontana: Sure [choke!] ... But if he keeps going, you better [gasp!]
...hope his ass is well covered against severe kickings!

[In French, "insure" and "assure" are homonyms, so there's a world of
puns you are protected from thanks to the language barrier. As Fontana
rolls to the side and locks an armbar on O'Brien, Rebecca scrambling
over to separate them... the image fades when the cameraman bolts
before the neighbors call the cops. Crossfade back to Matthew
Anderson, who closes his eyes and slowly shakes his head side to
side.]

MA: So was that an episode of Dr. Phil or Jerry Springer?

JM: That was Perry Fontana talking to ...


MA: Joshua, I know what it was. But personally I don't think Perry
Fontana should airing his personal problems to everyone in the world
...
that's what facebook and twitter are for not the PVW cameras.

JM: The man's life is falling apart ...

MA: And the way to fix that is in the ring doing what he is good ... I
mean great at ... wrestling.

JM: His obsession with being the best is what got him in this
predicament!

MA: What got him in this predicament was his not thinking that no
matter what family ties will at some point cause stress in a marriage
...

JM: Yeah, let's stop this conversion before we offend a lot of people.
Up next fans we will witness the in-ring debut of Phoenix as he faces
off with the import from Japan, Tetsuo Kimura.

MA: Is tonight's theme paint and masks?

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

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

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

HD: Introducing first ... he hails from Osaka City, Osaka and weighs
in
tonight at two hundred and thirty-six pounds ... this is ...


!!! TETSUO KIMURA !!!


[Beginning his trek down the aisleway, Kimura is nothing if not
intense. His eyes are focused on the ring, the Japanese warrior
refusing to turn and acknowledge the fans he passes by, nothing
clouding his vision but what must be done. He reaches the apron and
pulls himself up. Stepping through the ropes and into the ring, Kimura
walks straight to his corner. Mr. Saito follows around the side of the
ring, meeting Kimura in his corner, saying words of encouragement and
clapping his hands together confidently for his man.]

MA: Last week we witnessed as Tetsuo Kimura dismantled the journey man
Scott Brom, without breaking a sweat.

JM: Brom suffered a concussion last week from Kimura's second punt to
his head and it's being said he will miss at least another two weeks
of ring time.

MA: Brom isn't the first man to suffer injuries at the hands, actually
feet of Kimura and I doubt he will be the last. In fact I wouldn't be
surprised if Phoenix is his next victim tonight.

[Kimura stretches his back against the ropes and pushes off, sending a
straight kick flying forward, and following that up by throwing mock
punches into the air while bouncing off the balls of his feet. The
Osaka Demon is ready to fight. As the music dies down, Tetsuo Kimura
walks over to the referee and speaks with him. Once done, Kimura slaps
the man hard on the shoulder and nods confidently, heading back to his
corner.]


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.]

MA: So this is the fabled third partner the Berserkers?

JM: What?

MA: I heard the Berserkers were looking for a third man to join their
paint gang.

JM: Where do you get this information? Fred Hoyle?

MA: Like I would listen to him.

[Phoenix slides under the bottom rope and thrusts his arms into the
air. The screams from the young fans are deafening.]

JM: The fans seem to be taking to him just as quickly as they did
Senor Cloak Dos.

MA: Oh great am I going to have to go to another child's funeral?

JM: MATTHEW! Fans I apologize. Come on referee signal for the bell so
he has to talk about something else!


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

TETSUO KIMURA v PHOENIX
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^


!!! DING DING DING !!!


[As the bell sounds the two men circle one another for a moment before
charging forward and locking up in the center of the ring. Kimura
quickly grabs the short blonde hair of Phoenix and uses it to gain a
quick advantage and force Phoenix into the ropes. He lights the chest
of Phoenix up with a quick knife edge chop and quickly pulls him into
a clinch and drives his knees into the chest of Phoenix.]

MA: Listen to the impact of those knees. You can almost hear the ribs
of Phoenix cracking from each blow.

JM: Kimura staying in charge as he grabs the arm of Phoenix and sends
him across the ring with an Irish whip. Kimura lowers his head, and
Phoenix leap frogs over him.

[Kimura rushes forward towards the ropes, using them for extra
momentum as Phoenix rebounds off of the ropes ...]


"___TTTWWWAAACCCKKK___"


MA: Kimura with a nasty running boot into the jaw of the charging
Phoenix!

[Phoenix drops to the mat and grabs his jaw as Kimura stands over him
for a moment just glaring at him with a look of comtempt.]

JM: Phoenix grabbing his jaw ...

MA: Making sure all of his teeth are still in his mouth.

JM: And Kimura pulls him back to his feet.

[Phoenix grabs the top of Kimura's head and drops to his knee,
catching the star from Japan with a jawbreaker.]

JM: And now it's Kimura grabbing his jaw. Both men back to their feet
and Phoenix spins.

MA: Kimura ducks the discuss lariat and reaches up and drives Phoenix
into the mat with a hangman's neckbreaker. And he nails that leaping
knee driving it into the chest of Phoneix.

[AS Phoenix grabs his chest Kimura ascends to the top rope and flash
bulbs begin to go off in the arena as Kimura leaps.]

JM: Phoenix rolls to the side narrowly avoiding the double stomp!

MA: We saw what that did to Brom and with the impact that Phoenix's
chest has taken so far in this match I'm sure Phoenix's chest would
have been caved in.

[Kimura tries to stomp on the chest of Phoenix but he rolls to the
side once again avoiding the impact from the boot of Kimura. Kimura
reaches down and pulls Phoenix to his feet and drives his knee into
the gut doubling him over ... Kimura under hooks both arms of Phoenix
and takes him up and over with a butterfly suplex. Kimura floats over
for the cover ...]


ONE ...



TWO ...



JM: And Phoenix kicks out.

[The cheers of the fans ring throughout the arena as Kimura once again
pulls Phoenix to his feet and floats behind him hooking him around the
waist ...]


"___TTTHHHUUUDDD___"


MA: What impact from that German Suplex. Phoenix looks like an
accordion right now as the referee makes the count!



ONE ...



TWO ....



THR --


[The referee thrusts two fingers into the air as Phoenix edges his
shoulder up.]

JM: And again Phoenix kicks out!

[As Kimura sits on the mat he looks at the referee in disbelief.]

MA: Kimura's look says it all. He thought this match would be over by
now, and frankly so did I.

[Kimura pushes himself back to his feet and drags Phoenix up to his as
well. Kimura catches him under the chin with a vicious open palm
thrust that whips Phoenix's head back and Kimura doesn't waste a
second as he grabs the arm of Phoenix.]

MA: Irish whip coming ... no Phoenix reverses it and sends Kimura into
the corner.

[Phoenix let's loose a primal scream as he rushes forwards and leaps.]

JM: Corner splash! Phoenix calls that the Phoenix splash and the
'Nixers love it.

[Phoenix let's loose another scream as Kimura stumbles out from the
corner. Phoenix takes three steps forward and grabs the back of
Kimura's head, leaps and drives him face first into the mat with a one
handed bulldog. The crowd begins to cheer wildly as Phoenix kips up to
his feet.]

JM: And now Phoenix is in charge as climbs the top rope.

[Phoenix perches on the top rope for a moment as Kimura begins to
slowly push himself to his feet.]

JM: Look at Phoenix's balance as he walks the top rope!

[Flash bulbs go off as Phoenix leaps and catches Kimura in the chest
with a missile dropkick.]

JM: Burning Arrow!

[The crowd applauds and cheers at the athleticism of Phoenix as he
rolls Kimura over for the cover.]



ONE ...



TWO ...


MA: Kimura with a strong kickout.

JM: But Phoenix is to his feet first and pulls Kimura up ..

[The crowd gasps as Kimura drives a palm thrust directly into the
throat of Phoenix. Phoenix grabs his throat and Kimura wastes no time
as he drives his palm into the side of Phoenix's head, then catches
him with a vicious chop across the chest, followed by a series of
rapid fire kicks to the ribs and legs of Phoenix. Phoenix drops to his
knee and Kimura applies a front chancery and snaps Phoenix up into the
air.]

MA: Kimura could be looking for the brainbuster suplex ...

JM: No! Phoenix is able to slip out from it and lands behind Kimura.
He grabs Kimura by the head and rushes towards the ropes.

[Phoenix leaps over the top rope and lands on the floor as he pulls
Kimura's throat across the top rope. Kimura slams back first into the
mat as Phoenix leaps back onto the ring apron and grabs the top rope.]

MA: Kimura is getting back to his feet as Phoenix springboards to the
top rope.

JM: High cross body block!


[Phoenix hooks the leg of Kimura.]



ONE ...




TWO ...


[Phoenix leans deeper into the cover.]



THREE !!!


JM: HE GOT HIM!

MA: NO! Kimura kicked out!

JM: Phoenix got him!


[The crowd cheers as the referee signals to the time keeper.]


!!! DING DING DING !!!

[As the bell sounds Phoenix rolls off and thrusts his arms into the
air before sliding under the bottom rope and slapping the hands of the
young fans in the front row.]

JM: Kimura is absolutely beside himself.

MA: This is crap! Phoenix had to have the tights.

[Kimura kicks the bottom rope in frustration before exiting onto the
ring apron. In a fluid motion Kimura leaps off of the ring apron but
Phoenix hears the warning cries from the young 'Nixers and sidesteps
causing Kimura to miss. Phoenix catches him with a knife edge chop and
grabs his arm.]

JM: Phoenix whips Kimura ...


"___CCCLLLAAANNNGGG___"


JM: Hard into the guardrail. And there's another scream from Phoenix
and his 'Nixers join in. Phoenix charging and he leaps ...

[Before Phoenix can connect with his Phoenix Splash, Kimura leaps and
drills Phoenix with a vicious kick.]


"___TTTWWWHHHAAAPPP___"


MA: Phoenix is down!

[Phoenix collapses to the concrete floor and Kimura stomps on the back
of his head.]

THUD
THUD
THUD
THUD
THUD

[The fans boo as Kimura stands over Phoenix for a moment. The referee
begins to push Kimura away so he can check on Phoenix as Mr. Saito
flashes a brief smirk and both him and Tetsuo Kimura begin to make
their way to the back.]

MA: Phoenix may have gained the victory but he sure doesn't look like
a winner at all right now does he, Joshua.

JM: Kimura showing his mean streak once again ...

MA: Mean streak? The man can be down right vicious!

JM: Fans while Phoenix is being helped to his feet let's hear some
pre-recorded comments from Caleb Foley.

[VIDEO FEED: We open to a hotel room where the one time Fighting
Irishman; now PVW's Celtic Crippler sits with a DKM hat and a serious
look across his face.]

CF: First off my apologies to the PVW fans for not being in Fresno.
There is no question that I would like to get back inside the ring to
redeem what might be my most embarrassing loss ... quite frankly ever.

[The Celtic Crippler looks down collecting his thoughts before
speaking.]

CF: However, the PVW brass have been so kind to give me both Shockwave
and Heatwave off to collect my thoughts.  I guess my actions as of
late have been a little uncharacteristic of me.

[The Irish superstar pauses.]

CF: And while that may be true ... Tapping out to the Biz was the most
obvious uncharacteristic trait of them all.  You see when the Biz had
me trapped and I had nowhere to go ... I was going to fight through it
... I was going to let him break my freakin' ARM!  I looked across
that ring like I did back at Rise From the Ashes.  And I thought for a
second I saw my father just like I did on that night ... Those big
eyes and that slight nod telling me to live to fight another day. It's
okay son just tap out.

[Caleb Foley shakes his head.]

CF: But, it wasn't my father ... It was Sinister.

[We can't tell if Caleb said that with bitterness or respect ... Maybe
a little both?]

CF: I have watched that footage.  Time after time I watched it ... And
every single time I watch it I get that deep down sickness in the
bottom of my stomach.  That ... _THIS_ isn't the Caleb Foley that the
PVW fans have gotten to know ... that the PVW loved!

[Foley looks right into the camera.]

CF: While I have had my ups and downs in this company ... I have
stayed true to the PVW way.  I have marched down that aisle and I have
stared every single wrestler the PVW has placed me in the ring with in
the face.   Be it Chase Williams ... The Spectre ... Paul Styles ...
Johnny Detson ... They looked me in the eyes and we both knew there
was going to be one hell of a fight.

[The Celtic Crippler nods.]

CF: Every single one of them ...

_EXCEPT_ one man!

[Now that was bitterness.]

CF: Larry Gionet ...

[The Celtic Crippler continues to glare into the camera as he speaks.]

CF: While I called Chris Hartt a friend ... I called you a _brother_.

[Foley shakes his head.]

CF: You aren't the PVW Warrior ... You are the PVW Coward.  The past
few weeks you have brought me down to your level.  I have stooped to
your game.  And the PVW may be able to keep me out of Fresno ... But,
they can't keep me away from you forever.

[Caleb Foley smiles.]

CF: Gionet, I have been patient enough.  I don't want to wait for
Boiling Point.  Let's do it on Heatwave ... In Oakland, California
...Let's find out if you really are the PVW Warrior ... Or if you are
the PVW Coward.

[And with that we crossfade back to Joshua Morgan and Matthew
Anderson.]

JM: Caleb Foley throwing down the gauntlet! He wants Larry Gionet in
Oakland.

MA: I'm just shocked he has the courage ...


JM: Caleb Foley has never backed down from a fight, Matthew ...

MA: Maybe you should let me finish kid. I'm shocked he has the courage
to show himself on television after the way he was humiliated by The
Biz, who didn't even bother to wrestle in his ring gear. And I mean
come on he even shed a tear.
JM: He did not cry!

MA: Are you sure? I can swear he did and I think he even shed one in
that video where he called Gionet his brother.

JM: You really just like to make things up don't you.

MA: I speak the truth, Joshua. I leave the rumors and lies for twitter
and facebook.

JM: What is your issue with twitter and facebook?

MA: Simply the fact that they are the downfall of society. I mean
honestly I don't care that you went shoe shopping, or that your
boyfriend is cheating on you, or better yet you're tired of reading
about other people's drama but you still post yours for the world to
see ...

JM: Ummm ... okay. Next up we have Sinster taking on Devin Houllihan.
On the last Shockwave we witnessed Devin laying Sinister out with that
spiked glove as he aided The Biz in trying to dismantle Caleb Foley.

MA: I wish Devin and The Biz did dismantle him then we wouldn't have
wasted precious moments of our lives listening to him talk.

[Almost as if an answer to Joshua's plea "Know Your Enemy" by Rage
against the Machine begins to play throughout the arena.]

HD: Ladies and gentlemen, introducing first ... he hails from
Pittsburgh
PPennsylvania and he weighs in at two hundred and sixty pounds ...
this
is ...


!!! DEVIN HOULIHAN !!!


[Some fans cheer, some just stare, but either way, out from the
entrance way comes Devin Houlihan flanked by JDM and The Biz! As Devin
walks down the aisle he raises his hands into the air, showing off his
spiked biker's glove.]

JM: And he's just flaunting that glove that has been used on Team
Tomorrow, Doom and even his opponent tonight Sinister!

MA: He's trying to develop a signature merchandise item. Senor Cloak
Dos has his mask, Tyson Cain tried to shove his shirts down everyone's
throat ... but of course the top item in the PVW is the Gibson Hayes
American flag.

JM: The what?

MA: The Gibson Hayes American flag.

[Devin slides into the ring as "Schism" by Tool blasts over the PA as
the fans go crazy.  The 6'11 / 300 pound Chi-Town beast begins to head
down the ring side.  The fans
go nuts for Papa-Sin as he takes time out to shake as many hands as
possible as he makes his way to the ring.]

HD: And his opponent ... he hails from Chicago, Illinois and weighs in
at three hundred pounds ... this is ...


!!! SINISTER !!!

JM: Sinister does not look happy at all as he steps over the top rope
into the ring.

MA: His gaze is just burning a hole right through Devin Houlihan.

JM: He wants revenge for that shot with the spiked glove last week and
he's about to get it!

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

SINISTER v DEVIN HOULIHAN
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^


!!! DING DING DING !!!


[The two men circle one another for a moment and as Sinister goes for
a tie up Devin ducks under it and grabs Sinister by the shoulder
spinning the big man around, he swings a wild right hand that Sinister
blocks a and the bigger man just clubs Devin in the jaw with a strong
forearm that sends Devin back a step. Devin shows no fear though as he
steps forward and swings another right hand. Once again Sinister
blocks it and drives the forearm into Devin's head a second time, this
time Sinister follows up by applying a side headlock and wrenches the
hold applying pressure to Devin's head.]

MA: Sinister looks like he is trying to pop Devin's head with that
headlock.

JM: You would too if you had be drilled with that spike biker's glove.

MA: I've been in a glove miners glove match before, Joshua, so I know
first hand how much impact those gloves possess when they are drilled
between your eyes. Sinister is lucky he wasn't busted wide open when
Devin drilled him with it.

[Devin drives the point of his elbow into the mid-section of Sinister
once, twice, three times and finally the veteran loosens the side
headlock and Devin shoves Sinister across the ring into the ropes.
Sinister rebounds off of the ropes and plows through Devin with
shoulder block dropping Devin to his back.]

JM: By no means is Devin a small man but Sinister just barreled
through him like he was nothing!

MA: People forget that even though Sinister might be the PVW locker
room leader the man is still a beast at three hundred pounds and
nearly seven feet tall.

[Devin doesn't stay down long though as he kips up and catches
Sinister in the mid-section with a boot. The Chi-town beast doubles
over and Devin quickly applies a front chancery and drops to the mat,
spiking Sinister with a DDT. The Houlihan brother quickly kips up and
rushes to the far side rope.]

JM: Somersault legdrop!

[As The Biz and JDM applaud on the outside the crowd boos as DEvin
goes for the cover.]


ONE ...



TWO ...


JM: Sinister powers out at two.

MA: Devin is looking impressive in the early going for a man who has
never wrestled a singles match in his career.

JM: Devin is back to his feet and he reaches down, grabbing Sinister
by his head.

MA: And the Chi-Town beast drills him in the jaw with an uppercut!

[Devin let's go of Sinister, who pushes himself to his feet and
charges forward catching Devin with a clothesline that takes him down.
Sinister wastes no second at all as he roughly pulls Devin to his feet
and in a fluid motion scoops him up and drops him across his knee with
a backbreaker. Sinister maintains his grip on Devin, stands up and
drops him across the knee a second time.]

JM: Two consecutive backbreakers from Sinister and now he just drives
his elbow into the exposed ribs of Devin .. once, two, three time ...
make it four times!

MA: Devin is roughly two-hundred and sixty something pounds and
Sinister is just handling him like a rag doll. I can tell you Devin
wasn't expecting this when he drove that glove into the head of
Sinister.

[Sinister glares at The Biz and says your next as he stands up, Devin
still in his arms and falls backwards tossing Devin over his head with
a fall away slam. The Biz cringes ever so slightly as Devin bounces
off the mat from the impact. Sinister rolls to his feet and grabs
Devin.]

MA: Abdominal stretch. Sinister showing why he has been a former world
champion and a former television champion here in the PVW by using his
brains. He started on the ribs and now he's continue to focus on them.

JM: And he's driving elbow after, elbow back into the exposed ribs.

[Devin winces in pain after each blow from Sinister, but he refuses to
give up, shaking his head no each time the referee asks him. JDM makes
his way around the ring backing orders at Devin as Sinister pulls back
applying additional pressure to the ribs.]

MA: If I was Sinister I would grab that top rope and really torque the
hold.

JM: That's illegal!

MA: Really?

[Sinister releases the abdominal stretch and grabs Devin by the arm
and whips him hard into the corner. Devin winches from the impact but
what comes next is worse as Sinister charges in and drills him hard
into the mid-section with a running knee. Sinister steps back and
kicks the right knee, then the left knee ...]

JM: Sinister unloading with his Chamber Kick of Agony!

[Sinister continues his assault as he drives a kick into the
midsection and then the forehead of Devin all the while standing on
one leg. After completing the sequence of kicks, Sinister slowly
lowers his extended leg down in a half-circle motion then stands on
both feet. As the crowd cheers wildly, The Biz is besides himself on
the outside.]

JM: The Biz is upset ...

MA: Of course he is! He was hoping Devin would soften Sinister up and
right now all that's happening is Sinister is systemically taking
Devin apart. Sinister grabs Devin and scoops him up ... another
backbreaker!

JM: And this time Sinister is pushing Devin's head down and his knee
just stretching him over his leg.

MA: Sinister is looking to get Devin to submit right here!

[Devin though again screams to the referee that he doesn't submit. JDM
pounds the mat trying to motivate Devin as The Biz grabs the rope
pulling himself onto the apron.]

JM: The Biz is on the apron and Sinister sees him!

[Sinister shoves Devin to the mat and rushes towards the ropes, but
The Biz wisely leaps off the apron to the floor as Sinister swings his
arms over the ropes trying to grab him.]

JM: Sinister is begging The Biz to get into the ring ....

MA: And Devin is slowly pushing himself back to his feet.

[Devin spins Sinister around and drives his thumb into the eye.]

MA: That's one way to get his attention. And now Devin whips Sinister
across the ring ...

[Sinister shows amazing athleticism for a man his size as he leap
frogs Devin as he lowers his head. Sinister rebounds off of the ropes,
but The Biz grabs his foot and tries to trip him, the big man though
keeps his balance and spins around kicking at the bottom rope. The
crowd boos vehemently as Devin chop blocks Sinister's right knee.]

MA: And Devin targets the knee of Sinister! Sinister is on his knee
and Devin drives a right hand between the eyes! And a second one!

[Devin pulls Sinister back to his feet and nails a belly to belly
suplex on the man from Chi-Town. Devin quickly grabs the legs of
Sinister.]

JM: Figure four! I didn't even know he knew this move!

MA: Great move by Devin. Focusing on the knee he just chop blocked.

JM: Sinister's right knee has be injured here before in the PVW, so it
looks like Devin has done his homework on Sinister.

[Sinister bellows as Devin sits up and drops back torquing the knee.
As the referee drops by the head of Sinister to ask him if he gives
Devin lays back and reaches his arms out and The Biz grabs them. The
crowd boos madly as Sinister sits up screaming from the pressure being
applied to the leg.]

MA: The Biz is providing extra leverage here right now ...

JM: He's flat out cheating!

MA: What? Come on this is an assist from a mentor.

JM: You're dumber than Hoyle!

MA: HOW DARE YOU! Holye isn't on my level! In fact he's not even on
Slush's level!

[Sinister continues to scream in pain, but he refuses to submit. He
sits up again grabbing his head as he does so. AS he sits up the
referee sees Devin's wrists being grabbed by The Biz and orders for
the break in the hold.]

ONE
TWO
THREE
FOUR

[At four Devin finally breaks the hold and rolls to his feet.]

THUD
THUD
THUD
THUD

[Devin stomps away on the knee of Sinister, who grabs it in pain.
Devin continues to stay on the offensive as he pulls Sinister to his
feet and whips him into the ropes. Sinister rebounds off and Devin
charges forward taking him to the mat with a hooking clothesline. The
Biz screams to finish him and Devin quickly ascends to the top rope.]

JM: Devin is up top and he leaps .. SWANTON BOMB!

MA: That's impressive for a man Devin's size!



ONE ....



TWO ...



THRE --


JM: And again Sinister kicks out!

MA: I don't believe it and neither can Devin!

[Devin places his hands over his face and screams. He quickly stands
to his feet and gets in the face of the referee and begins to verbally
berate him.]

MA: Devin giving the referee a piece of his mind but this isn't a
smart move at all!

[The Biz screams for Devin to turn around but it's to late as Sinister
rolls him up form behind with a school boy.]



ONE ....



TWO ....



THRE --


MA: And Devin just kicks out! Sinister gingerly gets back to his feet
and he grabs Devin, pulling him up and driving his head into Devin's
with a big headbutt. Sinister whips Devin into the ropes ...


"___TTTHHHUUUDDD___"


JM: Thunderous spinebuster!

[The crowd roars as Sinister gets back his feet and thrusts his arms
high into the air.]

JM: The crowd is rallying behind Sinister as Devin grabs his back in
pain. JDM ON THE APRON!

[Sinister sees JDM on the apron and rushes forward catching him with a
forearm shot that sends him crashing to the floor. The crowd roars
their approval as JDM hits the floor and just stares up at Sinister.]

JM: JDM is down ... but The Biz just tossed that spiked glove to
Devin!

[Devin smirks as he puts the glove on ...]


"___TTTHHHUUUMMMPPP___"


MA: Right between the eyes!

[The referee signals for the bell.]


!!! DING DING DING !!!


JM: And right in front of the referee!

MA: Devin let his frustration of not being able to get the win after
that swanton bomb get the better of him as he decided to use the
glove. But this helps The Biz's plan of weaken Sinister as Devin
drives the glove between Sinister's eyes a second time.

[As JDM and The Biz roll into the ring the crowd explodes as the face
painted Doom and Wolf begin to rush down the aisleway.]

JM: And here come the Berserkers!

[Devin, JDM and The Biz bail out of the far side of the ring as the
power houses from Chicago hit the ring.]

JM: You know the Berserkers want to get their hands on Devin after he
laid into Doom with that spiked glove earlier tonight.

[The crowd cheers as Wolf helps Sinister, who has blood trickling down
his face, to his feet as Doom leans over the top rope daring the three
men to get back into the ring.]

HD: Ladies and gentlemen ... you're winner as a result of
disqualification ...


!!! SINISTER !!!


[The crowd cheers as the referee raises Sinister's hand into the air.]

JM: Things are really heating up here in the PVW and with Boiling
Point just a few weeks away one has to wonder just how volatile a
night that will be!

[Joshua Morgan stops speaking as a masked figure hopes the guardrail
behind him.]

MA: Doesn't the PVW have any security that works the crowd?

[The man is wearing a pair of blue jeans a long black thermal top and
a black mask, in his right hand he carries his own microphone]

MA: And he even has a microphone?

[He slides under the bottom rope into the ring and begins to speak,
his voice distorted.]

Man: Robert Cole ... you begged for me to not get involved ... begged
to
have a shot at shot at William Craven ... begged ... pleaded with that
poor security guard ...


[The man pauses.]

Man: But why? Why did you beg? Why did you plead? I didn't cost you
your first match against William Craven at End Game. I just sat in the
crowd and watched as you lost. I only asked you a simple question ...

[The man once again pauses as the crowd listens in silence.]

Man: Do you remember what started it all? WELL DO YOU ROBERT?!?!

Do you know why I'm here? Do you know why I am begging William Craven
to take you apart piece by piece? Do you know why I want to see blood
pour forth from your head ...

[The man drops to his knees in the center of the ring and lowers it
close to the mat.]

Man: and watch it pool up in the center of the ring? DO YOU?!?!

[The man stands slowly back to his feet and tilts his head slightly to
the side.]

Man: Probably not. 'Cause you only care about what you want ... what
is important to you at that moment in time. Don't believe me, listen
to your own comments about Larry Gionet. You asked why you should care
about him ... maybe cause he's your opponent ... maybe cause he's
injured people elsewhere ... maybe cause he can injure you ... or
maybe, just maybe cause you shouldn't be so self-centered Robert!

You see, Robert. You have it all wrong. I'm not pulling the strings of
William Craven ... oh know far from it. While people see a green
skinned beast ... I know William Craven better than that. I know he's
a man can think and act for himself ... a man who can manipulate
others, just ask Rick Marley.

[The man cackles.]

Man: Oh Robert, I'm not controlling the un-controllable beast ... no
I've asked him for a favor ... I've asked him to make you suffer, to
make you bleed ... to make you pay! You may have done what people have
thought they would never see ... you may have made the MAN tap but
Robert the beast is coming. I can see it in his eyes ... You will pay
Robert and I will enjoy each and every second of it.

[As the man cackles once again the lights go out in the arena.]

JM: What's going on now?

[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.]

MA: Apparently we're heading into our next match of Alexander Epstein
as he faces off with Marcus Manson.

JM: But what was that all about? And who is that man?

MA: I'm not sure but it was apparently a warning to Rob Cole that
there is a worse William Craven than the one we've seen so far ...
lord
help us all if that's true.

[A large cloud of red smoke fills the entrance way. 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: Introducing first! He hails from Chicago Illinois and weighs in at
two
hundred and fifty pounds ladies and gentlemen ... this is ...


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


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

HD: And introducing his opponent!

[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

[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.]

JM: Here we go! Marcus Manson had some pretty harsh words for Sammy
Knight earlier, and he already had a confrontation with Epstein in the
back. It's pretty evident the big man is in a foul mood tonight!

MA: Marcus Manson runs on bad moods like cars run on gasoline. I have
a feeling this isn't gonna be Epstein's night.

[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 striking gloves. His black boots each have MM on
the side in red lettering.]

#Loneliness is not a phase
#Field of pain is where I graze
#Serenity is far away

[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.]

HD:  Hailing from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, standing 6'9" tall and
weighing in at 295 lbs,  This is...  THE MISERY MACHINE...


!!! MARCUS MANSON !!!


[Pause as the music fades out. Both men approach the center of the
ring and stand chest to chest, Manson looking down his nose at
Epstein.]

JM: There's some serious tension here between these two.

MA: Sure. Look, Manson and Epstein go way back. They were in UEW
together. They are two of the only guys to have lived through UEW's
Ultimate Death Match. And, it's no secret that the then Alex "Extreme"
was best friends with his fellow Chicagoan Magnus Colby -- The founder
of Widowmakers Inc. -- And now the lone surviving Widowmaker goes up
against the one time best friend of the current wrestling recluse,
Magnus Colby.

[Manson starts jawing at Epstein, who smirks up at the big man, but we
can't hear what's being said.]

MA: Plus, These two have only ever faced off twice throughout their
careers. One time Manson beat Epstein and the other, well... Let's
just say it was inecisive.

[The referee gets the two men separated and calls for the bell.]


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

ALEXANDER EPSTEIN v MARCUS MANSON
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^


!!! DING DING DING !!!


JM: And here we go!

[And immediately after the bell rings, both men bail out and go
searching under the ring. Manson comes up with a table and tosses it
inside the ring. On the opposite side Epstein has thrown two steel
chairs in the ring. Epstein grabs a mic outside the ring.]

AE: You're going down this time!

[Manson sets up the table in the middle of the ring and proceeds the
set up a chair on either side as well. Epstein tosses in two large
bags and a cooler.]

JM: Uhm. What the hell?

MA: History repeats, it seems.

[Alex rolls in the ring and starts emptying out one of the bags onto
the table, revealing... board games! Monopoly, Sorry!, Life and
Scrabble are all placed on the table. Epstein tosses Manson a bag of
chips and he rips it open and sets it nearby. The other bag has a few
decks of cards and some poker chips.

Epstein empties the cooler, tossing Manson a beer. Manson sets it
aside and grabs a bottle of spring water instead. Epstein pulls out
ice, a glass, and a well chilled bottle of Jack Daniels and pours
himself a glass.]

JM: Do you... do you have any idea what's going on?

[Epstein grabs the bottle of Jack and clicks it to Manson's water
bottle. Both down a swig. Alex shakes Marcus' hand then takes another
swig from the Jack Daniels bottle. The referee is dumbfounded.]

MA: Fred Hoyle said something like this might happen.

JM: Hoyle saw this coming?

MA: He's not announcer of the mid-year for nothing. All I know is what
he told me. The story is that back in UEW, Extreme was put into a
gauntlet match to fight for his career. He survived through three
guys, and had two more left to outlast. Number four was Manson. And
instead of wrestling, they played cards until the time limit expired.
Manson probably saved Epstein's wrestling career that night.

[Epstein grabs a couple inflated beach balls with a UEW and WMI logo
and tosses them into the crowd. A small U-E-W chant breaks out.]

MA: But Hoyle also said that there's not a lot of people who remember
it. The tape of that event is lost. There's a lot of stories as to
what happened, but Hoyle thinks UEW was pretty embarrassed by what
happened and destroyed the evidence.

JM: I... I don't know what to say.

MA: Thank God! It's about time someone did something to stop your
incessant yapping! Anyway, looks like we're getting round two of
Manson/Epstein: Games Night here on Shockwave.

[Just as Epstein and Manson are about to take their seats, a familiar
voice comes over the sound system]

V: Hold it, hold it, hold it...

Crowd: BOOOOOOOO!

[And through the entrance way comes the Mercenary, and he's not alone.
On either side is a nurse... or at least a couple of hot chicks
wearing nurses hats. The rest of the outfits are decidedly less nurse-
like, as they consist of white bikinis with red crosses on the booby
and crotch areas. The trio stops at the top of the ramp and Merc
continues to speak]

Merc: I just can't let this travesty happen again. When I heard that
you two were having a match tonight, I just knew that this is what
you'd turn it into.

AE: (to Manson) He's just mad because I didn't invite him.

[Merc starts his way down the ramp, the girls following behind.]

Merc: You see Alex, this is exactly what I mean when I say that you're
getting too old for this business. You'd rather sit around a card
table, playing bridge or tiddley winks, or whatever, instead of
wrestling. Just like those other old geezers in the home that I plan
on sending you to.

[Merc climbs the ring steps and holds the ropes open for the girls.
They step gingerly into the ring and stand in the corner. Merc then
gets in the ring and approaches Manson]

Merc: But you, Marcus [pokes Manson in the chest]... I never thought
I'd see you agree to something like this. What happened to the bad-ass
Misery Machine? What happened to the man that stood toe to toe with me
just a little while ago? If I could have guessed that this would
happen, I would have reserved a spot for you in the home too.

[Manson gets a look on his face like he's ready to tear Merc's head
off, but Merc doesn't seem to notice as he turns away and joins the
girls]

Merc: You know, I was originally planning on bringing these two lovely
ladies out here to show Alex that I'm not completely cold-hearted.
These would have been his personal nurses at the home, but now that I
think of it, the two of them would have been more than his heart could
handle. But since Marcus is past his prime and ready to retire as
well, I guess that means that there's one for each of you. So, here ya
go...

[Merc pats each of the girls on the ass, sending them towards the
center of the ring. One goes to Alex, the other to Marcus. Merc
himself drops the mic on the mat and starts to leave the ring. But
before he can get too far, Epstein taps Merc on the shoulder.]

JM: Merc misses wildly with a haymaker and Epstein ... tosses him a
bag
of chips?

MA: Merc doesn't want your old people's food.

JM: Merc catches it and Epstein nails him with a clothesline as chips
go flying all over the front row!

MA: He gives him chips and then he cheap shots him? Typical Epstein.

JM: And you don't think Merc deserves it? He tasered the hell out of
Extreme only a few weeks ago!

MA: Aren't good little boys supposed to turn the other cheek or
something?

JM: Well, there's only so much a man can handle!

[Manson ushers the "Nurses" to the safety of one of the corners and
turns back to watch Epstein wrap Merc into a dragon sleeper and hit
Merc with his Exciting Death Drop!]

JM: Oh my! EDD By Alex Epstein! But he's not done!

[Epstein hauls Merc back to his feet. At this point, the referee has
bailed and called for the bell.]


!!! DING DING DING !!!


JM: Well, I don't think that comes as much of a surprise, I think the
ref is throwing this one out.

[Manson and Epstein have Merc up against the ropes, and Manson is
absolutely berating Merc, but again, we can't hear what's being said.
We do catch Manson yell "How's _THIS_ for soft?" as he backs up and
Epstein whips Merc across the ring towards him.]

JM: Manson hoists Merc up!

[Manson tosses Merc straight up into the air, and then catches him on
the way down and pivots, driving him through the table in the middle
of the ring with a spinebuster!]


"___CCCRRRAAACCCKKK___"


JM: GOOD LORD! Flapjack Spinebuster through the table! Merc is out,
and covered in board games and poker chips! And Potato chips!

[Manson hops out of the ring and starts up the aisle as Epstein
retrieves the unopened beer and cracks it, pouring it all over Merc on
the mat. Alex grabs the "money" out of the Monopoly game and covers
the Mercenary in it. That done, he waves the two girls over and opens
the ropes for them, all three then heading arm in arm to join Manson
at the top of the aisle.]

JM: Alex Epstein got the upper hand on The Mercenary tonight!

MA: But he needed Marcus Manson's help to do it! And I doubt Jessica
Marshall is going to let this go unanswered!

[Crossfade to the back where the camera opens on Swingin' Dean Hayes,
decked out in his luchadore mask and "Masked Bros before Hoes" t-shirt
over his dress pants. He's walking briskly down the hallway before
knocking on a locker room door. He hears something from inside and
allows himself in. As the camera comes around, we see AsH give a false
gasp and cover up his exposed nipples with a single finger a piece]

DH: AsH, please forgive me for the intrusion, but we were hoping to
get your thoughts on tonight's main event.

[AsH gives a sly grin and starts pulling his green "iCON" t-shirt over
his head, pulling it tightly around his waist before tucking it into
his pants. He shakes out his arms quickly to adjust the shirt and
turns to Dean]

AsH: I think it's gonna be tough.

[Dean waits for AsH and ...continues to wait, but it's obvious that
AsH was done commenting]

DH: Well, you were conspicuous with your silence lately. Normally a
very verbose and outspoken man, the camera crews were unable to get
with you over the last few weeks. Any comment on that?

AsH: Oh, uh. My Outlook server crashed.

[Again, Dean waits for more, but gets nothing]

DH: It appears that since your loss to Gibson Hayes, you've been in a
somewhat somber mood. Do you care to comment on the loss?

AsH: Not especially.

[Dean looks somewhat flumoxed now, as he's unable to pull the normally
amiable superstar out of his current shell. As he gets ready to leave,
AsH's wife, Kieran walks out of the restroom, fixing her earrings]

Kieran: Honey, answer the man's questions. Quit being a brooder and do
your job.

[With that, she walks back into the bathroom. AsH sucks in his bottom
lip, puts his hands on his hips and looks down, shaking his head. He
finally shrugs, blows out a large breath and looks up to Dean]

AsH: Fine. You want me to comment on the loss to Gibson Hayes, for the
Phoenix Valley World Heavyweight Championship. You want me to talk
about how I took the champion to the limit, was on the very verge of
winning, and his entourage came out of the woodwork and helped him
win. And to top it off, you want me to talk about where I go from
here. That about right?

DH: Well, yes. And---

AsH: Listen, you want to call it a loss, fine. The record books have
it that way too. And frankly, I couldn't care less. I've got far more
losses on my record than I can remember. Hell, might be more than
wins, for all I know. I'm not the most dominant wrestler in the
universe, Swinger.

DH: Swinger?

AsH: Go with it. And if this whole shebang was about coming out the
gates and winning the title, I wouldn't be coming into the company
talking about worrying about my [BEEP] falling out of my pants, mid
match. I wouldn't be talking with cartoon characters and doing the
[BEEP] Dougie in a match with a guy like Cain.

I was here to have fun, put on a helluva show and pick up a few wins.
Climb that mountain slowly, but surely and get my shot a long way down
the road.

DH: So, you're not upset about the loss?

AsH: I don't necessarily consider it a loss. At this point in my
career, to take a supremely talented athlete like Gibson Hayes and
push him to the point where he can't win alone? That's an amazing
feat... and it sparked something in me.

DH: This supposed fire that Gibson said you lost?

AsH: That'd be the one, Swinger. I felt something I'd hadn't felt in
the ring in a while... butterflies. Sure, I get nervous before every
match. And sure, I know that sometimes I'm out there just to take a
really gorgeous beating.

But this time, the adrenaline smashed into my stomach like a tidal
wave and boy, I was flying. I felt like I was a rookie again. The
excitement, the momentum... I got caught up in the whole thing and
felt 15 years younger.

[AsH slaps a hand on Dean's shoulder]

AsH: That's why I've been avoiding the cameras, man. I'm jumping and
skipping around like a 2 year old and frankly it's bad for the image.

DH: So, you're reinvigorated. What's the next step?

AsH: Get that feeling back again. Get back to Gibson and have him
taken to the limit ONE MORE TIME. Put that shiny pants holder on the
line and strike up the music, focus the lights and tighten those ring
ropes. Put the fans in the stands and let them roar.

GIMME another SHOT and let me show you what this old man can do.

[AsH smacks Dean on the shoulder one more time]

AsH: Gibson, I gotta thank you, kid. You talked a lot about how my
fire was gone and I was fighting out of fear. Turns you you were
right. Fighting like that, there's no way I could've beaten you.

But you did me a favor. That fire is burning bright. It'll probably
consume me...

But before it does? It's gonna burn YOU.

[AsH starts walking backwards towards the door]

AsH: So if I'm fighting your tag champs, your nuclear option, your
manager, your limo driver, your personal masseuse, it doesn't matter.
Pair me with Whitecross, leave me alone against the freaks... it
doesn't matter.

I'm on my way back, kid.

And if you hear those footsteps behind you growing closer? It's me.
It's the old man.

It's the fire.

[AsH slips out of the locker room quickly but ducks his head back in]

AsH: And I'm about to burn this mother down! WHEEEEEE!

[Dean looks thoroughly confused, even through the mask, as he watches
the Cruiserweight Icon exits the room and we cross fade back to
Matthew Anderson and Joshua Morgan.]

JM: And AsH looking for another chance at the PVW Heavyweight
Champion, Gibson Hayes!

MA: He was already embarrassed once! And why on Earth would a man with
the talents of Gibson Hayes want to whip the mat with him again. He
has a number of credible opponents he can face ... well maybe not in
the
PVW but somewhere there has to be someone on his level.

JM: AsH was not embarrassed! He was robbed.

MA: Robbed? He had his chance and he blew it!

JM: He was ...

MA: Look kid, AsH had a match, he lost, case closed. AsH go crying
somewhere else, you're time in the spotlight is finished.

JM: Well we are mere moments from AsH teaming with Gabriel Whitecross
to take on the PVW Tag Team Champions Livestock and The Gutch.

MA: {Nodding his head} Well at least tonight AsH will be finished,
cause there is no way the tag team champions won't finish what Gibson
Hayes started at Tradition.

[Before Joshua can respond ...]

V/O: THERE'S NO PROMISE OF SAFETY!!!!!

[Smoke begins to fill the entrance of the PVW walkway as "The Melting
Point of Wax" by Thrice blasts through the arena at the maximum
possible volume.]

"I've waited for this moment
All my life and more
And now I see so clearly
What I could not see before.
The time is now or never
This chance won't come again
Throw caution and myself into the wind"

[The tron begins to flash 'C R U I S E R W E I G H T I C O N' over and
over as the smoke coming up from the entrance ramp becomes heavier and
heavier, making it unable to see any sort of figure at all.]

*FLASH FLASH FLASH FLASH*

[The strobe lights go off on the stage until AsH stands in the smoke,
hands to the air with a MASSIVE smile on his face]

"There's no promise of safety
With these secondhand wings
But I'm willing to find out
What impossible means"

[AsH walks to the ring slapping hands of fans as he smiles and mugs to
the crowd]

"A leap of faith"

[AsH laughs as he steps up the ringsteps and leaps to the top
turnbuckle in a single bound. He sails off in a fully spread backflip,
landing gently in the ring]

"There's no promise of safety
With these secondhand wings
But I'm willing to find out
What impossible means"

[AsH raises his hand to the sky screaming "PVW!" along with the fans]

JM:  AsH is a young, exciting wrestler who took the world champion to
the brink.

MA:  Took him- but failed.  Just like every other contender.  And...

Max:  Hey guys!

[Josh and Matt look up, surprised, to see Max Weinrib and Salih
Mubarak standing behind them.  Sal waves to them.]

Sal:  You're doing a great job, and Max and I wanted to come join you.

MA:  Join us...

Max:  Sure!  There's enough room at the table, right?

HD:  Introducing first... Wrestling out of Las Vegas, Nevada ...  He
is known around the wrestling world as The Cruiserweight Icon, The
Living Kickout, The Small Package ... here is ...


!!! ASH !!!

[Cheers for AsH as he raises his arm in the air.]

HD: And his partner... Wrestling out of Oxfordshire, United Kingdom.
He is The Era of Defiance ...


!!!GABRIEL WHITECROSS !!!


["Something Wicked" by Nuclear Assault hits the PA system.  The
wrestling legend, Gabriel Whitecross emerges from the backstage area.
He is stripped to the waist, while black denim jeans and short white
boots adorn his lower extremities.  His fingers are heavily taped, and
thick black leather supports encircle his wrists to a point just below
his elbow. A white metal legbrace covers his right knee.]

JM:  You tagged with Whitecross at Tradition.

Sal:  Very quiet, but very dangerous.  Not someone you'd want to get
angry at you.

MA:  Speaking of people you don't want to get angry...

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

["Breaking the Law" by Judas Priest plays, and with no lighting
effects, no fanfare, just the words "Livestock and the Gutch" on the
PVW video screen, a pair of big men in black shirts printed to look
like suit jackets and ties carrying briefcases emerge from the
entrance portal.]

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

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

[The fat one, Gutch, does a silly little dance for the crowd as
Livestock points out to the crowd, then slaps his free hand on his
briefcase.  Bringing it up the rear comes a smaller man, their
manager, Todd Johnstone, the massive Warren Hayes at his side.]

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

#Breaking the law, breaking the law!#

HD: Accompanied to the ring by "the Rod" Todd Johnstone and Warren
"Big Bubba" Hayes...

[At this, they begin walking down the aisle.]

#Breaking the law, breaking the law!#

#Breaking the law, breaking the law!#

[Still walking.]

#Breaking the law, breaking the law!#

HD: They weigh in tonight at a combined weight of 685 pounds, this is
the team of ...


!!! LIVESTOCK and THE GUTCH !!!

[Climbing into the ring, Livestock and Gutch each climb a turnbuckle
and raise their briefcases in mock victory.  Johnstone stands on the
outside berating fans and cursing while Bubba stands on the apron,
arms crossed between L&G.  Johnstone starts pointing at AsH and
talking to the referee, demanding that AsH be searched...]

JM:  For Stun guns?

MA:  You saw Showcase- AsH can be armed and dangerous!

[AsH chuckles, pulls out a Red Bull, and finishes it off as the
referee verifies that AsH is clean.  Meanwhile, the champions notice
the crowded announcer's table and begin yelling in their direction.]

Max:  What are they saying?

Sal:  I'm... not sure.  Gutch still has some egg salad in his mouth,
and Livestock's hair spray gives his head a fuzzy glow about it.

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
SHOCKWAVE: TAG TEAM MATCH - NON TITLE MATCH

ASH & GABRIEL WHITECROSS v LIVESTOCK & THE GUTCH
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^


 !!! DING DING DING !!!


[Livestock and Gutch finish yelling at Max and Sal, turn around- and
are greeted by a dropkick from AsH and a clothesline from Whitecross!
Livestock is knocked out of the ring, and AsH and Whitecross Irish
Whip Gutch into the corner, then Whitecross Irish whips AsH, who
delivers a knee lift into Gutch.  Gutch stumbles out, only to be
caught with a Russian legsweep by Whitecross, who covers for a one
count.]

JM:  AsH and Whitecross with an early advantage.

MA:  Thanks to these morons distracting the champions.

Sal:  Morons?  I'm offended.  We just wanted good seats to watch the
match and see the champions up close.

[Gabriel Whitecross drops a knee across the chest of Gutch and tags in
Ash, who climbs up to the top turnbuckle and delivers a Senton Splash.
AsH attempts to follow up with a splash off the ropes, but Gutch
raises his knees and AsH hits his ribs.  Gutch grabs AsH by the hair
and drags him over to the champions' corner, where he tags in
Livestock.  The blonde grappler enters the ring, delivers a quick
powerslam, then cinches in a camel clutch, positioning himself toward
the announce table.]

Max:  I think he's saying he's doing that move better than you, Sal.

Sal:  Well- he's wrong.

MA:  The champs are going to kill you when they finally get you in the
ring.

JM:  But in the meantime, they definitely seem distracted by your
presence.  And that could put them in trouble against AsH and
Whitecross.

Sal:  We're distracting them?

MA:  Yes.

[Max and Sal share a look of innocence.]

Max:  Oh.  Well... we'll try not to. [pulls out an iPhone]

MA:  What are you doing?

Max:  Updating my twitter account [He holds up the iPhone to the
camera, where PVW_Max now has "Hi Mom!" on the screen.]

[Livestock tags in Gutch and the two begin stomping away at AsH.
Livestock picks up AsH and Irish whips him to the neutral corner,
Gutch follows through with a corner avalanche...]

JM:  Missed!  AsH ducks out of the way and Gutch hits the corner hard!

MA:  AsH is only half the size of Gutch, so when Gutch gets a hold of
him, AsH- well, he'll be flattened like a pancake.

[AsH dives over to his corner to tag in Gabriel Whitecross, bringing
cheers from the crowd.  Whitecross greets Gutch with a spinning
backfist, then shocks everyone by lifting up the 400+ pound Gutch and
slamming him to the mat!]

Sal:  Damn- Whitecross is strong.  Normally, Gutch doesn't leave his
feet unless ice cream is involved.

Max:  Don't say anything about "Ice cream", Sal- you'll distract
Gutch.

Sal:  Oh- sorry.  [Also pulls out an iPhone]

MA:  [sneering]  Tweeting as well?

Sal:  Sure!  [Holds up iPhone, where PVW_Sal is writing "Mental note-
don't talk about food around Gutch.  Or haircare products for
Livestock."  And yes, both PVW_Max and PVW_Sal are accepting followers
on Twitter.]

[Whitecross starts to pick up Gutch, but Gutch rakes his eyes to blind
Whitecross, then reaches out to tag in Livestock.  Zappa enters the
ring and is greeted by a hiptoss piledriver.  Whitecross covers for a
one count, then cinches in an armbar.  Livestock starts to roll out of
the ring, but Whitecross pulls him back into the center of the ring
and tags in AsH.  AsH leaps off the top rope with a double-axe handle
onto Livestock's shoulder, then grabs an armwringer.  Livestock
reverses the armwringer, AsH leaps up with a flip to land on his feet
to re-reverse the armwringer.]

Max:  Livestock and the Gutch aren't used to facing cruiserweight
wrestlers.  Look at the teams they've faced- P.A.I.N., Everlasting
Hell, the Prophets of Rage, even us. Wrestling someone as small and as
quick as AsH takes a different mindset and tactics.

[AsH tags in Whitecross.  As Whitecross enters the ring, Livestock
attempts a clothesline, but Whitecross ducks, grabs Livestock, and
delivers a running sidewalk slam!  He covers...


ONE...



TWO...



KICKOUT!!!


Whitecross picks up Livestock and Irish whips him, but Livestock
reverses the whip, and as Whitecross hits the ropes...]

JM:  Gutch pulls down the ropes, and Whitecross tumbles onto the
floor!

MA:  There's that great teamwork by the champions!  Not only does
Livestock get a chance to recover, but Gutch just hopped down to pound
on Whitecross some more!

[Gutch picks up Whitecross and shoves him, back first, into the steel
guardrail.  Gutch slams Whitecross head-first apron, then Livestock
yells for Gutch to throw Whitecross back into the ring.  Livestock
greets the re-entering Whitecross who stomps on his head, then follows
up with a leaping elbowsmash.  Livestock covers...


ONE...


TWO...


KICKOUT!]

MA:  You guys wanted to see the champions close up?  Here they are-
delivering a vicious set of offensive moves to Gabriel Whitecross.

Sal:  Whitecross is a veteran who knows how to recover from a beating.

MA:  Be quiet and let me enjoy seeing them destroy Whitecross.  It'll
almost be as good as when Uncle Frank gets ahold of Max here.

Max:  Marcus ...

MA: Marcus is my brother you moron.

Max: I'm sensing some dislike from you.  Can't we be Facebook friends?

[Livestock picks up Whitecross and slams him, then holds down his legs
as Gutch delivers a legdrop onto "The Era of Defiance."  Another
cover...


ONE...

TWO...



KICKOUT!!!


Gutch fires off an elbow into AsH on the corner.  AsH attempts to
enter the ring, but the referee orders him back.  With the referee
distracted, Livestock enters the ring and the two men begin kicking
Gabriel Whitecross, with Livestock finally leaving after the referee
returns to them and gets to a four and a half count on Zappa.]

Sal:  Classic double teaming.  It sucks to get hit and not do anything
right away, but by trying to retaliate, AsH ended up hurting his
partner.

JM:  Color commentary by the number one tag team contenders.

MA:  Which puts them as close to the belts as Josh and me.  There is
no way a pair of goofballs like you two are going to take the titles
from Livestock and the Gutch.

[Max is busy tweeting.  A moment later, Sal grimaces and makes a
tweeting comment. Inside the ring, Gutch throws Whitecross into the
corner, and Livestock comes charging in with a running kneelift...]

JM:  MISSED!  Livestock stumbles out- Gabriel grabs him- DRAGON
SUPLEX!  Both men are on the mat!

[The referee starts counting...
1...

2...

3...

4...]

MA:  Livestock's up on his knees!  He's reaching over to make the
tag...

[The crowd roars as Whitecross is able to make the tag to AsH!]

JM:  SO IS WHITECROSS!  AsH is back in the ring!

[Gutch enters the ring, but much slower than AsH, and is greeted with
a dropkick.  AsH then delivers a Superkick to cause Gutch to stagger
back against the ropes.  Livestock tries to grab AsH but the
cruiserweight grabs Livestock with an Icon Cutter.]

JM:  AsH is a house of fire!

Sal:  Make the cover, AsH.

[Ash does make the cover, as Whitecross gets back to his feet and goes
to block Gutch...


ONE...


TWO...



KICKOUT!]

Max:  So close!

[Tod Johnstone hops up on the far apron and starts screaming at the
referee.  The referee goes over to order Johnstone down, while Bubba
Hayes reaches under the opposite ropes, grabs AsH's ankle, and yanks
him under the ropes.]

Sal:  Dammit!  Look the other way, ref!

[Livestock Zappa reaches down, grabs both briefcases, and slides one
to Gutch as Whitecross starts to pound away.  Whitecross, noticing the
briefcase, starts to turn around...
...

... and is greeted by a stereo shot of briefcases, one on each side of
his head.]

MA:  OVERTURNED!  Fantastic teamwork by the champions!

Max:  No, no, no!

[Zappa slides both briefcases under the ropes as Gutch covers
Whitecross and Johnstone hops down.  The referee turns and makes the
cover...



ONE...



TWO...



THREE !!!


!!! DING DING DING !!!


Sal:  Son of a...

Max:  That's the problem with facing Livestock and the Gutch.  They
have two other guys always able to help them out.  You never face them
in a 2 on 2 situation.

MA:  They can't help it if they are smarter than everyone else.


[As the referee raises the arms of the champions, Hayes brings the
briefcases back in, and for a moment it looks like they may continue
their attack on Whitecross...]

Max:  That's our cue.

[AsH enters the ring from one side, while Max and Sal leave the
announce table to help out, and the champions decide to leave the
ring.]

JM: And the champions bail when the odds are evened up!

MA: What are you saying, Joshua?

JM: That the champions are chickens just like Gibson Hayes!

[Livestock holds up both belts while Gutch holds up both briefcases,
taunting the faces in the ring, as the camera fades to grey.]