[Gibson Hayes is standing in a locker room. Gibby is dressed in
civvies, a blue sweater, brown khakis, and penny loafers. His large
purple duffle bag is by his feet and his hair is afroing everywhere!]

Matthew, I saw your pity party on the last Heatwave, and it made me
sick.

[Strike low and strike often.]

Your boy doesn't get it and neither do you. I saw the defeat in his
eyes and I saw what this sport did to him. I am not a kind man, nor am
I a caring soul but even I was slightly moved at how Peter Howell has
paid for your hubris, Matthew. Yet, you still keep charging. You are
gifted a position you did not earn and feign offense when the man with
a claim on that shiny gold buckle has a road straight to the gold. I
do not care about you. I do not care about Marley. I only care about
my birthright, the PVW world title.

[That smile shines bright.]

Funny thing is, you still think of me as a lamb, Matty-poo. As I told
you before, I know that deep in those dark little corners of that
punch drunk head of yours, you understand that is not true. You keep
telling yourself I am no threat, that I am an interloper, because your
sense of self is wrapped up in being better than anyone and everyone.
You cannot wrap your head around the fact I understand this situation
just as well, if not better, than you. I know the hunt and I know what
it is like to be hunted, Matthew. I have held gold, Matthew, and I
have ripped titles out of the hands of people with much more to lose
than a little bit of reputation. I have faced lions and lambs in that
very ring, all starving for this spotlight. I faced your pride and
joy, your surrogate son. Be proud, Matthew, because before he became a
useless cripple he actually won a match against me. Funny, that's
something you still haven't accomplished. Maybe if you get yourself
crippled you can find a hidden well of strength to actually get by me.

[A spark of admiration and regret is hinted at in Gibson's voice.
Maybe he actually respected the Tucson Kid... nah!]

I know you think you have everything figured out, Matthew. Let me let
you in on a little secret: I rewrote the trick book. I learn, I adapt,
I get better. Your ego and your pride will not let you see that
fundamental truth. Your short sighted comments and actions show just
how out of touch you are with the world. I am the best this company
has ever had, no amount of stipulations or rankings will ever change
that fact. Sure, you beat an over hyped, useless sky high pile of
garbage as part of a master plan. Me? I gave every advantage I could
to my opponent on that very night. I even worked at his game. He won,
but it took him snaking down, off that little pedestal he put himself
on, to do so. He evened the score, but only just pulled even. That's
all you can do, Doc, pull even. Gibson Hayes does not leave the ledger
in the red.

[Gibson laughs.]

So, the ball is in your court. You must come to me and find the inner
strength, the cunning and the balls to beat me, Matthew. You are still
just a slab of meat being tossed into the wolf's pit. Despite the fact
you have a decade's more experience than me, despite the fact you have
waged countless hard fought battles, despite all that, you are the
underdog. How's that make you feel, chappy? You are at your sunset and
you are going to die in that ring, Matthew. You may have pulled the
wool over the eyes of the easily duped PVW faithful, but I know the
truth. I know that truth that haunts you at night. I know that truth
that leaves you sitting alone, at your dining room table, looking into
your drinking glass. I know that truth that shakes you to your very
core. Maybe, just maybe, I am not good enough. Maybe I am a relic.

[A few nods from Gibby.]

Matthew, know this: I will make you work for every last opportunity to
beat me that you will get in this match. You are going to bleed. You
are going to yell out in anguish. And you are going to learn why your
legend is nothing but a fiction, like so many others. You can never
live up to the stories people have made or you have invented. The
truth, that is what you get to learn, Matthew.

[Sitting back down, Gibson crosses his legs yawns.]

This is not about me, this is about you Matthew, because it is always
about you, isn't it? Your prized pupil loses his livelihood, loses his
health, loses hope but it can never be about him, can it? It's always
about "DOC HOLLIDAY". This is about what you can do or what you
believe is owed you. The deck is stacked in your favor but you must
cling to any excuse you can find. Why? Because you know that you
aren't in control. That belt is my belt and this is my time. Yours is
over Matthew. Your legacy is nothing more than smoke and mirrors. Your
gift to the wrestling world is now a busted up, broken man eeking out
a living somewhere in Tucson. Meanwhile, Gibson Hayes's future is
bright and shining. Wrestling's future rests on my shoulders and I'll
be damned if I'm going to let the relics stop progress. America's
last, best hope for a bright future and better tomorrow is the world's
only hope from an escape from your line of bullshit and Marley's
irrelevancy.

[Gibson looks down, then looks up, a vile smile crossing his lips.]

Matthew, you get your match but there is a catch. There always has to
be a catch. If you do not win this match, you lose... yourself. You
give me the full rights to every single bit of image and history you
have as Doc Holliday, Matthew. Every little line, every tiny little
footnote - all gone. If I am going to risk something, you get to put
something bigger on the line. You consider yourself a gambling man,
well, Mattikins, let's go all in. I am calling your bluff. You, me,
Tradition V. I do not have anything to lose but you, Matthew, you do.

[TAKE US TO TRADITION!]


[The legendary opening of Flight of the Valkries begins to play as we
cut to the

T1 Logo

Black and White footage ... We are back to March 6th, 2008 ...
Tradition
I inside the trustworthy 52nd Street Armory.  We are at the end of the
one night tournament for the Rising Phoenix Heritage Championship.

Chris Hartt lets go of the Avenger on Outlaw.  Hobbling on one knee he
is given the PVW Rising Phoenix Heritage Title by Duke Martin.  He
turns towards the fans and thrusts it up in the air to a massive
pop!!!

Chris Hartt has the title high in the air as the fans stand on their
feet in the 52nd Street Armory.  His lips saying 'thank you' to the
thousands of fans that have supported him. The camera zooms in on his
face as the emotion tells a story of a long journey.  Chris Hartt once
again thrusts the PVW Rising Phoenix Heritage Title up in the air one
last time.]

[T2 Logo

Black and White footage ... We now cut to November, 11th 2008 ...
Chiles Center, Portland Oregon.  We are at the end of the night that
said goodbye to the career of the Tucson Kid.   It's at the end of the
Prophets of Rage versus the Wild Cards in a table match for the PVW
Tag Team Titles.

Derek Rage stumbles and falls face first down.  Baldwin pulls Shadoe
Rage up in a power bomb positron... He walks him over towards the set
up table with tacks' on it ...  Shadoe Rage grabs a hold of the top
ropes trying to block Baldwin from finishing the match!


"___CRAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSH___"


SHADOE RAGE USED THE ROPES FOR LEVERAGE AND COUNTERED IN A RANA AND
BALDWIN FLIPPED OVER AND THROUGH THE CHAOTIC MESS! Shadoe Rage falls
and hits the ground himself ...

Cut to the end of the Ten count ...Shadoe Rage and Derek Rage are now
inside the ring... They stumble around showing signs of just going
through an ABSOLUTE war ... Duke Martin rolls in and hands them the
PVW Tag Team Titles.]

[T3 Logo

Black and White footage continues as we cut to June 23rd, 2009 ...
Allstate Arena, Chicago Illinois.  Looking around at the crowd,
Holliday points to the top turnbuckle.

CROWD:  *ANTICIPATION POP!*

Holliday steps out onto the apron and makes his way up playing to the
crowd as he goes.

*THWAP!*

As Holliday perches on the top rope, Orel lashes out with the whip,
smacking it into Holliday's leg, causing him stagger and fall... he
catch himself on the ropes however, and grabbing hold of the whip on
the second attempted lashing, pulls it away from Orel, throwing it to
the ground.

While Holliday was distracted with the whip, Big Bubba tossed the ring
bell in, landing right next to Hayes.  Holliday signals to the crowd
and leaps off the top with a beautiful 450 splash...

*DING!*

Right into a ring bell shot from Hayes.

CROWD:  *EARTHSHATTERING HEEL POP!*

Hayes just swung and clocked Holliday with the ring bell in midair!
He's down!

*DING!*DING!*DING!*

Hayes begins slamming the ring bell into Holliday's head again and
again.

*DING!*DING!*DING!*

As Hayes raises the bell to hit Holliday again, Xavier raises a hand
and says something to Hayes.  He then reaches over, raises Doc's hand,
and watches it fall limply to the mat.

As Hayes continues to celebrate with is entourage in the ring, Xavier
gets a bottle of water from ringside and pours it over Holliday's
face, who begins to stir.  Xavier then retrieves the belt from
ringside and brings it over to Gibson Hayes, who starts demanding that
Xavier raise his hand.  Xavier simply smiles and complies, raising the
champion's hand as the crowd boos.

Regaining some of his senses, Holliday sees the celebration and grabs
hold of the ring bell.  Rolling over to crouched position behind
Gibson, he lines up, Xavier looking right at him.

Xavier gives a cheesy grin and double thumbs up to Gibby, who raises
the belt over his head triumphantly... but then his face turns to
frown, as Xavier mockingly points in the classic "look behind you
fashion".  Hayes turns, just in time to get clocked right in the face
with the ring bell.

*DING!*

CROWD:  *MEGA FACE POP!*

*DING!*DING!*DING!*

Holliday lays into Gibby several times with the ring bell before
stopping, and draping the American title over the unconscious
champion.

As Holliday rises back to his fee, he staggers back, and bumps right
into Xavier Feyr.  Spinning around, the two are now face to face, a
wicked smile on the face of Holliday's former friend.]

[T4 Logo

As it was with the first three Black and White footage continues ...
May 14th, 2010 ... It's Blood Bowl night ... After the grueling lethal
lottery inside the Air Canada Centre, Toronto Canada ...  We are near
the end of the Elimination Chamber ... There are three men left.  Tom
Landis, Perry Fontana, and William Craven.

Craven reaches down and once again pulls Fontana up.   William Craven
has Perry on his shoulders ... it looks like he could be going for a
Powerslam ...


!!! CCCRRRAAACCCKKK !!!


Craven just drove Perry head first into the plexi-glass just like he
was a battering ram! As Craven pulls the skull of Fontana from the
cracking plex-glass blood can be seen dripping forth from Fontana's
head.

Craven just shrugs Fontana off of his shoulder and drives a boot into
the back of Fontana's head. Craven pulls Fontana up once again and
grabs him in a modified bear hug.

Without warning Craven tosses Fontana high into the air ...


!!! CCCRRRAAAASSSHHH !!!


The crowd erupts as the plexi-glass shatters from the impact of Perry
Fontana being tossed though it with an overhead belly to belly release
suplex. Plexi-glass is all over the ring.

Cut a bit later in the match with just Landis and Craven now.  Landis
reaches down and grabs Craven by the head guiding him up the
turnbuckles onto the glass chamber with him and locking in a front
chancery. He begins to lift Craven up for a Vertical Suplex but Craven
locks his leg around Landis preventing the move.

Craven blocking the move and he drives his elbow into the side of
Landis head. Quickly follows up a head butt. Landis teetering on the
edge ... but Craven scoops him up and slams him hard into the Plexi-
glass!

Craven reaches down and pulls Landis to his feet; both hands wrapped
around the neck of Tom Landis as he lifts him into the air.


THUNDER MELTER!



!!! TTTHHHUUUDDD !!!


Craven just sent Tom Landis back first from the top of the glass
chamber to the reinforced ring apron!

Craven smirks as he drops from the top of the glass chamber and grabs
Tom Landis and tosses him over the top rope into the ring. Craven
glares at Duke Martin as he drops for the cover!




ONE !!!




TWO !!!




THREE !!!


!!! DING DING DING !!!


William Craven rises up and looks down at the limp body of Tom Landis
and smiles a sadistic smile as Herk Douglas announces him the winner.

Duke Martin walks to the center of the ring, the Blood Bowl Cup in
hand. He presents it slowly to William Craven who grabs it and raises
it high into the air over Tom Landis.

The Camera catches William Craven's face.  It looks about what you
would expect.  Green  ... And sadistic ...  It pans backwards one last
time as he stands in the carnage he unleashed.  The Elimination
Chamber and he holds the 2010 Blood Bowl Cup ...

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         TRADITION FIVE - MESA, ARIZONA

       Live at the Toby Keith Bar and Grill

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[HUGE WE LOVE FIRE WORKS POP!!!!]






[We cut to the Mesa fans going absolutely insane as we are live on the
air for the fifth Tradition!  The fans have jammed pack the Toby Keith
Bar and Grill and even the standing room only has been taken up.
Thousands of PVW die hards have traveled through out Arizona and made
it's way to Mesa where Tradition lies in waiting ...

The camera finds it's way to the allotted space where the PVW Squared
Circle is set up and ready for action.  We have a throw back to the
original look of the first PVW ring. The Red and Gold ropes have
returned and the original PVW logo sits proudly in the center of the
ring celebrating the accomplishments of every superstar to ever
wrestle inside a PVW ring.

Standing in the center of the ring is a face of old.  The man who used
to sit next to Chip Lester as the voice of color, "Putter" Preston
Winfield.  He has on a PVW golf-polo shirt and nice tan slacks.  The
fans give the former announcer respect with a chant ...]


PUTTER !!!   PUTTER !!!   PUTTER !!!   PUTTER !!!   PUTTER !!!
PUTTER !!!


[As the chants die down.  Preston Winfield stands with a microphone in
hand.]

PW: It's good to be back in front a live audience here in Phoenix!


[PUTTER POP!  REALLY?]


PW: While a lot of things have changed.  One thing has always stayed
the same the love and dedication all of you have had for PVW and all
of our employees.   So we thank you from the bottom of our hearts.


[THANK YOU PVW RETURN POP!]


PW: While many of you are probably sitting at home wondering where the
heck I have been.  Let me just say while I left the broadcasting booth
I have always stayed employed and working hard behind the scenes in
making PVW the best damn wrestling company in the world and I think we
have all succeeded in doing just that!


[OH HELL YEAH POP!]


PW: Now for the reason I have came out here tonight.  Some of you may
not know, but I do hold one of the spots on the Championship
Committee.  While the debates have been long and hard over who will go
on to face Rick Marley at End Game.  Doc Holliday and Gibson Hayes may
have done us all a favor and settled that for us.


DOC !!!  DOC !!!  DOC !!!  DOC !!!


[Putter stands and allows the fans to get their "DOC" chant in.]

PW: It appears Gibson Hayes has accepted the challenge set forth by
Doc Holliday and I am proud to announce on behalf of the Championship
committee that we _WILL_ hold the Tradition III rematch right here
_TONIGHT_!


[OMG DOC VERSUS HAYES TONIGHT POP!]


[Putter nods with a smile on his face as the fans continue to go
nuts.]

PW: And hot off the press you all are the first to find out ... The
addition to the number one contendership being on the line so will the
"Doc Holliday" identity!


[HOLY BLEEP CHANTING POP!]


PW: So we hope after the dust settles tonight in Mesa, Arizona we will
finally have that answer we have all been debating over.  Who will go
onto End Game and face Rick Marley for the PVW World Heavyweight
Championship.

[The Putter hands the microphone to Herk Douglas as the fans gives him
a welcome back standing ovation.  We then cut to ring side where Fred
Hoyle and Chip Lester sit behind the broadcasting table.]

CL: WHOA ... I ... I don't know where to start, Fred.

FH: How about who invited that washed up announcer?

CL: Worried much?

FH: The Putter couldn't bring in ratings if he was working for the
golf channel, Chip.

CL: It was nice to see that the fans respected the work Preston did
for the PVW.  Even though I didn't always see eye to eye with Preston
he was always a stand up guy.  And he does work hard behind the scenes
with the PVW.

FH: How hard is it to be on the championship committee?  I mean he
even made the _wrong_ call.  Gibson Hayes shouldn't even have to
wrestle here tonight.

CL: Lets talk about that.  In an unexpected announcement to start the
night off.  A match has been added.  For the PVW Number one
contendership and Doc Holliday's I guess - Doc Holliday Identity will
be on the line.  Gibson Hayes will take on Doc Holliday in what was
the Main Event at Tradition III!

FH: Well if nothing else at least Gibson will rob Doc Holliday of both
his identity and his title shot.  What a way to end the night here in
Mesa!

CL: This isn't just some normal addition.  This is the type of matches
you build shows around.  And PVW is just adding it to the billing
tonight for free!

FH: You can bet it's spreading around the Internet gossip rags like
wild fire.  JTF.COM has probably picked up the story and ran with it.
So there is a hidden agenda, Chip.  Nothing is for free.

CL: I highly doubt that this will bring PVW another buck here tonight.

FH: You don't think it will add to the ratings?

CL: Sure it will.

FH: Then it will make PVW more money.

CL: Well tonight we have quite the lineup for you.  And PVW usually
stacks the deck come Tradition time.  We have a PVW tag team title
match.

FH: At this point we don't know how Livestock and Ohno will work
together.

CL: We have Rob Cole in action for the first time since Rise From the
Ashes II.  Tom Landis and Perry Fontana finally collide one on one.
Caleb Foley and Johnny Detson in the two out of three falls mega
match.

FH: Finally Detson can finish the game as he moves on to End Game!

CL: Plus much more ...  However before we go down to ring side I was
handed a note here before we went on the air.  Both Chance McKenzie
and The Mercenary have been informed tonight that they are _not_ to
get involved in each others match up.

FH: That's an interesting verdict.  I wonder if Jessica Marshall was
instrumental in getting Chance a little back up with that.  The
Mercenary has been ruthless in his pursuit of Chance McKenzie.

CL: Ruthless in his pursuit at getting his briefcase back.  Either way
tonight both wrestlers will have the chance to concentrate on their
match at hand.  However the first _official_ match for End Game
outside the growing Called Shot has just been announced.  The
Mercenary and Chance McKenzie will step inside the ring at End Game
finally to settle the score.

FH: Hopefully Dean Hayes will do his job and we can find out who is
behind all these charades with the Mercenary.

CL: Apparently Dean Hayes will be on the pursuit here tonight trying
to lineup another interview as he continues to hunt down who is paying
the Mercenary.

FH: Unless Ashleigh Winters returned that briefcase and they already
have the answer.

CL: I am sure that will be one of the things Dean finds out for us.
Fans sit back and enjoy the night.  We always strive to put on the
best show possible and Tradition Five has the potential to be the best
Tradition we have had yet.  Before we go to Herk inside the ring, Dean
Hayes is standing by with a few of the competitors of our first match.

[We cut backstage where "Swinging" Dean Hayes is standing in front of
a PVW banner with a microphone in his hand and four men standing next
to him. One is a small Mexican man with a black mask that has a
cherry-colored "SCII" on his masked forehead, a cherry-colored hooded
cape and black tights with cherry-colored boots. Sinister is seen
towering above everyone in the rear, his customary gear of dark red
wrestling pants with "Chi-Town" in black lettering on his right leg,
"Beast" in black lettering on the right. His black wrestling boots
have "Sinister" etched on them in white lettering. AsH stands with his
hands in the pockets of his big black jeans and his red "iCON" t-shirt
is tight against his body. His spiky black hair shines in the light
and his trademark smirk is present,
as always. Tommy Ryder is in his gear and ready for action.]

DH: Thanks guys! Folks, I'm here with four men who tonight will be
stepping into the ring against four other men for quite the eight man
tag team match! So much ha-

[The masked luchadore that we know as Senor Cloak Dos holds up his
hand to cut Dean off.]

SCD: Con permiso, Senor Hayes. I know there is much to talk about but
before we get going I think it is only appropriate we have a moment of
silence for mi amigo, Smacky Dos, who left us on this last show. Por
favor, mi amigos, a moment of silence.

[Cloak Dos lowers his masked head and puts his hands together as if in
prayer. Dean looks at the luchadore as if he has lost all his marbles.
Sinister looks uncertain as to what he should do, quickly gazing at
Cloak Dos, Ryder and Ash. He shrugs quickly, slightly frowning, and
lowers his head while closing his eyes, holding the top of his left
hand with his right, placing them by his stomach. AsH looks down
somberly, before noticing he has forgot to zip up his pants and
quickly zips it, looking around at the other men in the room before
going back to pretending to be somber.]

....

[After some awkward silent moments Cloak Dos looks up]

SCD: Mucho gracias, amigos. I'm sure Smacky Dos would have appreciated
that moment for him.

DH: OK. [Quickly turns to Sinister] Sinister, obviously you are the
'grizzled' veteran of this team. What do you think of the chances of
the four of you working together as well as, or even better than, the
four men you face tonight?

Sin: Well Dean, this is obviously going to be a match where varying
styles come into play. I know Ash has been through a lot of battles in
his career and he'll be able to adapt well. [Sinister pats Ash on his
right shoulder a few times] I know for certain Cloak Dos will be even
more inspired to do well because Smacky Dos is up above, watching him
closely. [Sinister nods a few times while gently patting Cloak Dos on
the top of his head] Ryder...[Sinister chuckles and clenches Ryder's
neck between his right thumb and middle finger], he has a temper and
it gets him into trouble, but I think he'll be just fine. [Sinister
lowers his hand] These three bring a unique set of skills to the ring
and honestly Dean, it's going to be fun for me to see just what we can
do.  However, don't get me wrong, we're in this battle to not only win
it, but to let our opponents know just how we feel about them! Fun and
games aside, someone is going to get hurt!

DH: All right Sinister, that sounds like you're confident. Ash, what
is your take?

[AsH appears to just notice that he's in the room with everyone and
defensively snaps at Hayes]

AsH: IT DIDN'T TAKE SH*T!

[Dean looks shocked as he puts his hands up]

DH: No, no... I was asking what your TAKE was on the match and your
partners?

[AsH looks a little embarrassed before switching gears and smiling]

AsH: I know that... duh. I got you good! I mean, what, you think I'm
sitting here thinking about the next season of Sons of Anarchy? I
mean, really, why would I be sitting here wondering if they're going
to start the season with the gang IN prison or shortly after they got
out? Or for that matter, how I could get on a guest starring spot? Why
would you think that, Dean? I'm clearly focused on my match against...
um... those guys.

DH: Do you really not know who you're facing?

AsH: Of COURSE I do! I just don't want to give them any more credit
than they're due, by stating their names out loud.

DH: Well, between your history with the Biz, your recent loss to
Christopher Black---

AsH: ALLEGEDLY!

DH: Uh... right. And of course your ongoing rivalry with Tyson Cain,
you've got a lot at stake in this match, personally AND
professionally.

AsH: I'm sorry, did you say Rivalry with Cain?

DH: Yes, rather well documented as well---

AsH: Again, I'm sorry. Rivalry?

DH: YES!

[Dean looks somewhat exasperated as AsH simply looks at him in
disbelief]

AsH: Again, you're mistaken. A rivalry usually involves two people of
similar levels competing against each other towards a common goal. And
that simply doesn't apply to myself and Cain. You see, while Cain may
be a petutiarily endowed little bastard, he isn't on my level. He's
been doing what, beating half-rate talented and bitching that he isn't
getting his due? That he isn't getting the spotlight that I have?
First, the spotlight is only on me because I wandered into it in the
first place. And if it's staying on me, it's just trying to see what
I'll do next.

And that's the thing, Cain's trying to make a splash by coming after
me. Trying to make those big waves by taking out what he perceives to
be the big dog who's a little old. But this old dog bites, kiddo. THIS
OLD DOG BITES! EL PERRO MORDERSE!

[AsH fake bites at the camera before shaking his head and looking at
SCII]

AsH: SI! ...dammit, Cloak. I can't even control what language I'm
speaking. From now on, when we hang out... Telemundo will NOT be on in
the background. Seeping into my brain. Do you know I ordered sopapilla
the other day? Took half a bottle of pepto to get myself half-way
normal again.

[Dean looks as though he's been struck]

DH: Ah...

[Cloak Dos steps up to Dean's microphone.]

SCD: Senor Hayes, I understand being choked up because me, myself, am
choked up by emotion. The emotions of losing mi amigo, Smacky Dos.
Cristiano Copeland, tonight I will do everything I can to help mi
amigos in my team get the victory but if I get the chance to get you
in the ring...

*SMACK*

[The small luchadore smacks his fist into his hand.]

SCD: POW! Right in the kisser!

[Cloak Dos points at AsH.]

SCD: I told you we watched The Honeymooners as well as Telemundo!

[Dean looks towards the massive Sinister with pleading eyes, begging
silently for help, only to have the small luchadore grab the
microphone and seemingly crush Dean's soul.]

SCD: Cristiano, Senor Biz of the mask hating, Senor Cain and Cristiano
Negro.. We are coming after you tonight to fight the good fight for
all the good people and for our own redemptions and vengeances. VIVA!
VAMANOS! ARRIBA!

[All four men nod and walk offscreen while Dean shakes his head.]

DH: Back to you guys.

[Cut back to the ring where The Voice is standing by ready to begin
the introductions.]

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

"WOOOOOOO!"

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

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

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

"Oh mighty dollar
yeah
Money, money, money, money"

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

"Some people got to have it, yeah
Some people really need it
Talkin' y'all do things, do things, do things, bad things with it
Money, money, money, money"
Ooh, you gotta do things, do things, do things, do things good things
with it
Money, money, money, money
For that mean, mean, mean, mean...
Mean green!!!"

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

HD: STANDING IN THE RING AT THIS TIME!  FROM NEW YORK CITY, NEW
YORK...


HE WEIGHS IN AT 200 POUNDS.... HE

 IS


        MIKE

                "THE BIZ"


                            BISIGNANOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!



[MASSIVE HEEL HEAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


[The Biz stands in the center of the ring with microphone in hand]

Biz: Before my opponents come out here and stink up the ring with
their second-rate skills, I would like to give you all a moment to
look at a REAL professional wrestler. A man who has the right moves to
get the job done the first time around.

UNLIKE Tommy Ryder, who week in and week out continues to be flat on
his back, looking up at the lights.

Tommy...all I'm trying to do is help you become a better you but each
time you fail. Sooner or later, you WILL see the errors in your ways
and then and ONLY then will you be as good as me.

Right here... right now... THIS is your latest test.

Let's see if you've learned anything since Tucson. Otherwise, your
fate will be the same as before while mine will be glorious after I
get done pinning your bosom buddy Sinister and proving once and for
all that I am the undisputed next PVW Televison champion.

["Headstrong" by Trapt blares across the PA system as the fans raise
to their feet. Lady Laurel Levinger is the first to emerge from the
backstage area. She stops towards the entrance way as she glares down
at the half-clad ladies. She turns as if she is calling out Ryder ...
He leaps out trotting to the ring, pumping his arms and shakes hands
with as many of the fans as he can reach. The positions are obvious as
Ryder makes his entrance. As he passes each pair on his way to the
ring, they begin to open their robes to flash him ... Laurel Levinger
grabs a hold of one of the robes and the crowd begins to boo even
louder! The Phenom slides underneath the bottom rope as The Biz exits
the opposite side of the ring.]

CL: It looks like Tommy could wait no long.

FH: Yeah but was that actually smart coming out to the ring without
your teammates in your corner.

[The sound of reverbed sirens is heard as a voice sings...]

VOICE:  It's Automatic, don't mind the static.

[As the word "static" echoes, purple and gold laser lights begin to
fill the arena as the voice of Toby Mac is heard again, as the music
ramps up in speed and beat, singing his hit song "Showstopper"]

#So turn up the lights#
#Pass me the mic#
#Bring on the lights#
#They've been waiting all night for the...#

***BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!!!!!!*******

[A MASSIVE explosion hits as the big screen lights up and shows the
following words switching back and forth between purple background and
gold letters and gold background with purple letters...


                "S H O W S T O P P E R"

                      T Y S O N

                        C A I N


[The song's chorus kicks in...]

#The showstopper#
#The chart dropper#
#The big papa#
#We gonna get it, get it, what?#
#We gonna get it good#

[The second verse of "Showstopper" begins to be heard as Cain walks
out from behind the curtain. Tyson is wearing his purple tights that
now have gold crosses on the legs. The word "Showstopper" in gold
cursive on his rear end. Tyson's hair is  slicked back as he smirks a
cocky grin. Tyson shakes a little in anticipation and starts walking
down the aisle. Cain yells and taunts a few hands of fans as he makes
his way down.]

#Hope just broke right through the door#
#So why you gotta ask what I came here for#
#Man, we 'bout to light the night with that flare#
#Drop from the gun and the hand need to spare#

[Cain reaches the entrance area and walks around the ring, continuing
to taunt fans and stare toward his opponent. Tyson slides under the
bottom rope and leaps to his feet, spinning in a circle with his arms
out wide to celebrate his awesomeness.]

#With the kick so hard that you gotta be strong#
#So hot-ta, you can barely hold on#
#So rock me, drop me but you will never stop me#
#From taking this show to the full on monopoly#

[Cain stops spinning in the middle of the ring and drops into a
squatting position and flexes as the pyro explodes behind him on the
word "Showstopper."]

#The showstopper#
#The chart dropper#
#The big papa#
#We gonna get it what, what?#
#We gonna get it, we gonna get it good#

[As the music dies down, Cain removes his entrance wear and readies
himself in the corner for the start of the match.]

HD: And his tag team partner ... HD:  Introducing, from Lancaster,
Lancashire, England... weighing in at two hundred and three pounds and
accompanied by Jacob Rose, he is "The Bad Wolf"...

...CHRISTOPHER BLACK!!!

["Painkiller" by the Freestylers with Pendulum cues up over the
loudspeakers.  With a malicious glint in his eyes and a cold smirk
spread wide across his face, "Bad Wolf" Christopher Black begins his
stride down the aisle.  Wearing his faded black leather jacket, black
t-shirt, jeans and black Doc Martens, the Englishman takes his time,
savoring the jeers and displeasure of the PVW crowd all the while.
Following stoically behind him is Black's financial advisor Jacob
Rose.  As the two men reach the ring, Black takes off his leather
jacket and haphazardly tosses it over to Rose before vaulting himself
over the ropes.  The giant financial advisor bites back a sigh as he
folds it neatly over one arm and steps off to the corner.]

[The pounding guitar riff signifies the opening of My Dying Brides
"And I Walk With Them" and the crowd rises in anticipation. The
opening verse begins and "Chemical Imbalance" Christian Copeland
crawls through the curtain and onto the stage.]

##A Serpent it came to me##
##Right before my eyes##
##I looked to God way above me##
##He looked down at my lies##

[He finally rises to his feet and his cold glare works its way from
one side of the rave to the other. Smacky hangs ominously in his right
hand. He drops to his knees and smirks skyward as the next verse
begins. As this verse ends he rises to his feet once more and begins a
careful ascent to the ring, slapping randomly at the hands of the fans
that try to grab him.He finally reaches ringside and slides into the
ring, slumping into the nearest corner to await his opponent.]

HD: And their tag team partner he hails from Seattle, Washington and
weighs in at one hundred and eighty five pounds ... this is "Chemical
Imbalance" ...


!!! CHRISTIAN COPELAND !!!

HD: And their opponents ...

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]

HD: And his partner ...

["La Camisa Negra" by Juanes begins to play over the PA and the
curtains part and out leaps a masked figure in a hooded cape who flies
out of the darkness and onto the entrance ramp in a crouched pose. He
jumps to his feet and strikes a superhero pose with an inflatable
hammer in one hand. The black mask that covers his face completely,
cherry colored eye coverings and cherry colored "SCII" on the forehead
with black tights and cherry colored boots and cherry colored hooded
cape makes it undeniably clear who this is!]

HD: He weighs in at one hundred ninety five pounds and hails from
Parts Unknown ... this is ...

!!! SENOR CLOAK DOS !!!

[Senor Cloak Dos begins lightly bopping kids over the head with
"Smacky Dos" as he makes his way to the ring. When Cloak Dos makes his
way to the ring he leaps onto the ring apron, grabs the top rope and
somersault leaps into the ring and gives a tumble roll and pops up on
his feet and then climbs to the second turnbuckle and strikes a
superhero pose, with "Smacky Dos", as the music fades out. Then Cloak
Dos motions for a microphone, which he is handed and he points at
Christian Copeland with "Smacky Dos"]

HD: And their partner ...

[The lights in the arena fade to black as the opening guitar riff of
Schism by Tool begins to play throughout the 52nd Street Armory. A
lone red spotlight shines down upon the entrance way as a massive
beast of a man steps out from the darkness.]

HD: He hails from the Windy City ... Chicago, Illinois and weighs in
tonight at three hundred pounds... Ladies and gentlemen, this is your
PVW Television Champion ... this is the Chi-Town Beast ...

!!!         SINISTER         !!!

[The massive Sinister makes his way down the aisle slapping hands with
young children as he does. The lights in the arena return as Sinister
begins to climb the ring steps.]


_____ ____  _________________________________________________________
/__   \ ___|              TRADITION V - MESA, ARIZONA
/ /\/___ \                 PVW FOUR ON FOUR SHOWCASE:
/ /   ___) | AsH, Ryder, Sin, & SCD v. Biz, Cain, Copeland, & Black
\/   |____/ _________________________________________________________




*DING*DING*DING*


CL: In a match like this you have to be very aware of all your
surroundings.

FH: The advantage has to go to team of The Biz, Cain, Copeland and
Black.

[As the referee's is trying to gain control of the match all 8 man
decide to pair of against one another. In the center of the ring you
have Tommy Ryder and The Biz ducking it out.  In one corner you have
Christian Copeland and Senor Cloak Dos exchanging chops in the corner.
Across the ring from them you have AsH and Tyson Cain trying to one up
each other with knife edge chops. And about eight feet from AsH and
Cain you have the PVW Television Champion The Sinister and Christopher
Black throwing some powerful punches.]

[TEAR DOWN THE ROOF LET THEM FIGHT POP!]

FH: The ref is gonna have a hard time controlling all of these men.

CL: Yes he will Fred.

[The ring loses two of the eight competitors as "The Phenom" dropkicks
The Biz over the top ropes and Sinister clotheslines "The Bad Wolf"
over the top rope.]

CL: Well it looks like the good guys are clearing house.

FH: The match just started give it time for the heels to get it
together.

[All of a sudden, Cain goes charging towards AsH and AsH ducks and
then back drops him over the top ropes onto Black who was getting
up from that massive clothesline. Senor Cloak Dos then grabs Copeland
by his hair and just throws him over the top rope. Copeland lands
right next to the feet of The Biz who just looks down at him.]

CL: I am sure this isn't what the team of The Biz, Copeland, Black and
Cain had in mind when they signed up for this match.

[GOOD GUYS POP!]

[Dos, AsH, Ryder and Sin have tossed all four opponents out of the
ring. The Biz, Copeland, Cain and Black are on the outside of the ring
trying to regroup and get on the same page. Sinister stands by the
ropes and Cloak Dos runs off the ropes and as he charges Sin helps Dos
fly even higher over the ropes as he takes out Copeland and Black by
hitting a beautiful cross body splash plancha. The Biz and Cain are
yelling at their partner telling them to get up. Then Sin gets on his
knees and AsH runs at him, leaps up off of Sin's back to do a
somersault plancha onto The Biz and Cain. Then as Cloak and AsH get
the opponents up, Ryder climbs on top of Sin's shoulders and then he
leaps off of Sin's shoulders, over the ropes with a Shooting Star
Press Plancha taking out all the opponents. Then Cloak, AsH and Ryder
join Sin in the ring and they all do a group pose.]

CL: Well on the other side of the ring it looks like AsH, Cloak Dos,
Ryder and Sin are all on the same page.

["The Bad Wolf" Christopher Black gets up first and hits the mat in
frustration and tells his tag partners he is starting the match as he
slides underneath the bottom rope. The Biz and Cain both smirk at his
comments as Copeland wishes him the best of luck. Sin and Cloak Dos
exit the ring as Ryder and AsH are playing a game of rock-paper-
scissor to see who will start the match. Black has had enough and
takes both AsH and Ryder out with a clothesline. AsH rolls underneath
the bottom rope as Black begins to stomp away at The Phenom's ribcage
area. Black picks up Ryder and attempts a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker on
him. However, The Phenom is able to counter it with a DDT in midspin.
The camera zooms in on The Biz on the apron saying that wouldn't of
happened if I was in the ring.]

CL: How arrogant can one man be?

FH: Who the hell are you talking about?

CL: I am talking about The Biz. He comes out here week in and week out
thinking he is God's gift to wrestling.

FH: Well he kind of is in a way. He is a former World Heavyweight
Champion.

CL: The past is the past what has he done lately.

FH: Well he has gotten inside the head of Tommy Ryder it seems.

[Ryder picks up Black and Irish whips him into the ropes. Copeland
tags himself into the match as Black ducks underneath a clothesline
from The Phenom and then Ryder jumps over The Bad Wolf on the rebound.
Black then hooks himself on the ropes and jumps out of the ring.
Meanwhile, Copeland has snuck in behind Ryder and dropkicks him over
the tope ropes to the outside of the ring. Dos Cloak then jumps into
the ring and immediately spears Copeland to the mat and begins to
pound away at the skull of Chemical Imbalance.]

CL: SCD is still upset over what happened to his good friend Smacky
Dos.

FH: Give me a break. What Cloak was doing was gimmick infringement. He
is lucky he wasn't sued by Copeland.

[SCD picks up Copeland and Irish whips him into the corner. Cloak Dos
comes running in and levels Copeland with a clothesline. SCD is
holding up the body of Copeland and then whips him into the exact
opposite side of the ring. SCD goes charges in this time but is met by
a big boot to the face. Cloak DOs shakes the cobwebs out and goes
charging in again but Copeland side steps him and SCD hits his right
upper shoulder against that ring post.]

FH: See that proves it?!?

CL: Proves what?

FH: That Mexican Wrestlers are stupid. Cloak Dos needs to go back to
where he came from.  There is a reason that he wears a mask you know.

CL: We don't even know if Senor Cloak Dos is Mexican for sure.

[Copeland grabs SCD by his mask and pushes him upright in the corner
as he begins to pound away at the forehead of SCD. Copeland has Cloak
in a bad way and the crowd begins to chant "SMACKY DOS! SMACKY DOS!"
over and over and as Copeland shakes his head, being driven crazy by
the ridiculous chant, Cloak gets fired up and "HULKS OUT" due to the
chant. Cloak Dos pushes Copeland away from him and then connects with
a spinning wheel kick to the face of Copeland. SCD begins to crawl
over to his corner and make his way to one of his tag team
partners...]

CL: Look at Tyson Cain ...

FH: What a brilliant move by Cain...

[Cain grabs the foot of SCD and refuses to let him make the hot tag to
AsH. AsH has seen enough and springboards himself into the ring and
drills Cain with a missile dropkick. SCD rolls underneath the bottom
rope as AsH jumps back up on his feet and begins to celebrate.
Copeland from behind grabs AsH and hits him with a release German
suplex. Cain exits the ring and then is asking for Copeland to tag him
in. Cain gets tagged in by Copeland and Copeland whips AsH into the
ropes and catches him with a lariat. Then Copeland grabs AsH again and
whips him hard at Cain, who nails him with a roundhouse to the face.
AsH does a complete flip after getting this shot as Cain goes for the
cover...]


!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




["The Phenom" Tommy Ryder comes off the top ropes with a leg drop to
the back of the head of Tyson Cain. The Biz comes charges in the ring
and clotheslines Tommy Ryder as soon as he gets up. The Biz then drops
down to both knees and begins to choke the life out of The Phenom as
the referee's is telling The Biz to get out of the ring. The Biz gets
up
and gets in the referee's face asking what he is going to do as
Sinister steps over the top ropes and into the ring. The Biz goes
charging at Sin but he is meet by a big boot to the face. Black then
comes in the ring and gives Sin a dropkick to the knee. Which only
drops the TV Champion to one knee so Black bounces off the ropes and
drills Sin in the face with a dropkick. SCD then comes flying into the
ring with a high cross body splash from the ring apron on The Bad
Wolf.]

CL: Fred, do you have any idea who the legal men are in this match-up?

FH: I have no clue and I really don't care. I just want to see someone
get hurt.

[Amidst everyone brawling in the ring, Copeland goes to the outside to
retrieve Smacky, his trusty hammer and best friend. Cloak Dos charges
out of a corner, leaps over a downed Biz, ducks a blow by Cain and
then hits a diving suicide dive through the ropes by the corner,
narrowly avoiding the ring post and smashing Copeland into and over
the guard railing sending Smacky flying out of his hands. Cloak then
stomps on Smacky and says "That is for mi amigo, Smacky Dos!"]

CL: One word comes to mind PRICELSS.

[Meanwhile, back in the ring Sinister has picked up Tyson Cain and
just drilled him with a powerbomb to the mat. The PVW Television
Champion then covers Cain...]


!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




[Cain is getting pinned by Sinister as Black "saves" him by grabbing
either Tommy Ryder and hitting him with the Wolf's Bane (hammerlock
body slam), dropping his victim conveniently onto both Cain and Sin to
break up the pin.  With a sneer, Black then mouths "You're welcome" to
Tyson.]

FH: "The Bad Wolf" I guess didn't want this match to end just yet.

CL: Black wants that shot at the Television Champion.

FH: Well whoever wins this match would of earned it that's for sure.

[On the outside of the ring Copeland is getting back to his feet and
SCD is walking towards him Copeland. Cloak Dos grabs Copeland by the
hair and Copeland returns the favor by hitting a low blow on SCD...]

FH: I guess we won't be having any Senor Cloak Tres' running around...

[As Cloak Dos is wincing in pain Copeland grabs him by the mask and
throws him into the guardrail. Copeland then kicks him a couple of
times before getting back on the ring apron. Back in the ring, Black
is stomping away at a downed Sinister, The Biz is exchanging punches
with AsH in the far corner of the ring and you have Cain crawling
towards his corner. Cain tags out to Copeland and then whips The
Phenom into the ropes and catches him with a tailor park slam.  Cain
jumps up immediately and lands an elbow drop to his stomach area, just
before Copeland comes running in with his own running elbow drop.]

CL: Nice teamwork by Copeland and Cain right there.

FH: Hmm that could be a great tag team if those two guys could ever
get along.

[Copeland is rubbing his elbow in the face of Ryder as Senor Cloak
Dos has slide back underneath the bottom rope and dropkicks Copeland
right in the face. Cain grabs the mask of SCD and is met by a swift
kick to the gut followed by a spinning roundhouse kick that takes Cain
down. AsH is the corner is pounding away at The Biz as The Biz is
asking for a timeout but the Cruiserweight Icon refuses to give him
one. Sinister has began to fight his way back up to his feet as Black
is having a hard time keeping him down.]

CL: This match has been nothing but carnage inside and outside of the
ring.

FH: HAHA Look at the referee's. He has lost complete control of the
match and looks like he will not retain order inside the ring anytime
soon.

[The referee's is standing in the corner just watching the action.]

CL: Well they have always said the referee's has the best seat in the
house.

FH: Quick someone get that referee's some popcorn and a chair so he
can
enjoy the match more.

[Meanwhile, Sinister has made it back to his feet and stands in the
middle of the ring waiting, then Cloak Dos whips Copeland towards him
and Sinister kicks Copeland in the knee sending him down. AsH whips
Cain towards Sin who kicks Cain in the midsection, sending him down.
Then Ryder whips Biz towards Sin who kicks him in the forehead sending
him down. Christopher Black runs in and Sin catches him and whips him
towards everyone and Cloak, AsH and Ryder do a THREE WAY DROPKICK
flooring Black!]

CL: I think Black lost a tooth with that last move.

FH: I don't think Bad Wolves loose teeth and if they do they grow
right back...

[Back to the action, Cain is getting taken advantage of, and is sent
into the corner. AsH climbs the corner and begins the ten punch to the
forehead spot.  Cain grabs the legs and steps away from the corner,
dropping AsH in a vicious Powerbomb.  Cain quickly rises to his feet
and grabs ahold of the legs, dropping a legdrop right across the
"privates"....as the crowd "ohhh's" in terror.  Then Cain stands and
grabs the legs again, setting up for a slingshot.  He drops back to
perform the move, but AsH's neck drills the bottom rope.]

FH: That isn't going to go well for The Cruiserweight Icon...

[Tyson Cain picks up the Cruiserweight Icon and begins to talk trash
to him as AsH connects with a stiff closed right fist to the jaw of
Cain. On the opposite side of the ring, Sinister picks up and whips
Black into a corner and charges in with a running tackle to Black in
the corner. Sin moves out of the way as Ryder whips The Biz into Black
in the corner then Ryder charges and hits a leaping double knee blow
to the chest of The Biz, squishing Black behind him. Ryder moves out
of the way and AsH whips Cain into the corner into The Biz and Black.
AsH charges and hits a running dropkick on Cain squishing The Biz and
Black behind him. Then AsH moves out of the way and Cloak whips
Copeland into Cain, Biz and Black and then Cloak charges and does the
Cloak Elbow (handspring muta elbow smash) onto Copeland squishing
Cain, The Biz and Black behind him. Then all four heels stumble out
and collapse onto the canvas.]

CL: What great action this match has seen. It has been back and forth
since the opening bell.

[Senor Cloak Dos pick up Tyson and tries for a Hurricanrana on Cain
but the big man blocks it then powerbombs Cloak into a corner where
Cloak collapses to the canvas. From out of nowhere Copeland comes
charging in with a running dropkick in the corner to the downed Cloak.
AsH then comes flying across the ring with a spear that takes out
Cain. And as soon as Copeland turns around he is met by a hurricanrana
from The Phenom. Ryder gets up to celebrate and The Biz takes The
Phenom down with a clothesline. The Biz turns around and sees Sin
standing in the center of the ring and goes charging at him.
Christopher Black is behind the Television Champion and takes out
Sin's legs as The Biz connects with a spear knocking the big man down.
Then The Biz and Black look at one another and see SCD still in the
corner motionless. Both men go running toward Cloak Dos and connect
with a double baseball slide kicks to SCD head...]

FH: And the Mexican is looking like he had one too many tequila
shots.

CL: I don't think Senor Cloak Dos drinks ...

[On the outside of the ring, Cain grabs AsH and smashes his head into
the guard rail. AsH stumbles around and ends up going right toward
Cain again.  Tyson then grabs AsH and lifts him into the air.....then
falls backward, sending the Cruiserweight Icon's head crashing into
the steel ring steps. Cain begins to smirk on the outside as The
Phenom launches himself off the top ropes with a high cross body press
right onto Tyson Cain. Back in the ring Black is stomping away at the
Phoenix Valley Wrestling Television Champion and shouts at The Biz to
help him. The Biz is in the corner pounding away Senor Cloak Dos head
and then turns around to see CHristopher Black trying to suplex
Sinister...]

CL: I don't think The Bad Wolf will be able to lift up the Television
Champion..

FH: He might need a forklift to help him...

[The Biz runs over and tries to help Black but Sinister blocks it.
Black and The Biz both throw a couple of kidney shot. Sinister then
lifts up his knee which inadvertently connects with Black's manhood
and The Bad Wolf quickly lets go of Sinister and Sinister then drills
The Biz with a suplex. Black seems to be a little teary eyed and goes
charging towards Sin and is meet by a huge lariat that even knocks the
PVW TV Champ off his feet. Senor Cloak Dos is pulling himself out of
the corner and sees The Biz in the center of the ring. SCD tries to go
for a moonsault off the top rope on The Biz but Christian Copeland
drops all his weight on the ropes which crotches Senor Cloak Dos on
the top turnbuckle. Tyson Cain is back up on the ring apron and
charges over, climbs up to the 2nd turnbuckle from the outside, lifts
Cloak up in an Atomic Drop position and TOSSES Cloak past the ring
posts onto the floor outside!]

[AIIIIE POP!]

CL: OMG I THINK SENOR CLOAK DOS IS DEAD!!!

FH: WELL HE DID GET SOME AIR FROM THAT TOSS.

[Tyson Cain is still standing on the second rope from the ring apron
side as AsH has slide underneath the bottom rope. The Cruiserweight
Icon gets a head of steam behind him as Cain drops down from the
second rope but is still on the ring apron. AsH launches himself over
the top rope towards the outside of the ring and leaps over the head
of Tyson Cain as he passes Cain he grabs his legs and then powerbombs
Cain off the ring apron onto the floor.]

CL: THE CRUISERWEIGHT ICON JUST TOOK OUT HIMSELF AND CAIN FROM THIS
MATCH.

FH: TYSON CAIN WILL BE BACK UP IN A MATTER OF SECONDS HE IS A FUTURE
CHAMPION HERE.

[Sinister has Copeland in his clutches and whips him into the ropes
and as Copeland rebounds, Sinister bends at the knees, places his
hands on Copeland’s waist and launches him into the air. As Copeland
comes falling towards the mat, Sinister turns a quick 180 degrees,
leaps into the air and catches Copeland's head with his arms,
delivering a Diamond Cutter / RKO-type move.]

CL: SINISTER'S SADISTIC RIDE!!! THAT'S IT IT IS OVER...

[Before Sinister can make the cover thou Christopher Black low blows
Sin from behind and then drops down to his back and locks on ...]

FH: NOT SO FAST ... IT'S THE LAMB TO THE SLAUGHTER ON THE TELEVISION
CHAMP.

[The Biz and Tommy Ryder are just throwing wild haymakers at one
another in the center of the ring as Senor Cloak Dos has slide
underneath the bottom ropes and sees Christian Copeland laying in the
center of the ring. Senor Cloak Dos runs towards the turnbuckle and
leaps very quickly off the top rope with a moonsault with a lot speed
and power behind hit.   The Biz leaps into a hurricarana and _OUT_
goes both Ryder and Biz over the top ropes.]

CL: The fans are chanting again!


SMAKY DOS!!!


SMAKY DOS!!!


SMAKY DOS!!!


SMAKY DOS!!!


[Dos is on his feet he goes for a second ... a high velocity moonsault
from the turnbuckles!]


[TWO FINISHA'S POP!]


CL: El Tributo de Original _DOS_ and Senor Cloak Dos just exacted
revenge for his little buddy, Smaky Dos!

FH: Some one crush him!

[SCD lays on top of Copeland for the cover...]


!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




!!! THREE !!!



[I LOVE ME SOME SENOR CLOAK DOS POPPAGE!]


CL: I can't believe it Cloak Dos got the win for his team.

FH: I demand this match to be a two out of three falls match. I am
sure that Mexican cheated somehow...

HD: The winners of this match is the team of ... "THE PHENOM" TOMMY
RYDER, ASH, SENOR CLOAK DOS AND YOUR PHOENIX VALLEY WRESTLING
TELEVISION CHAMPION SINISTER...

FH: The match might be over but the war is just beginning it seems...

CL: It sure seems that way.

[Christopher Black still has Lamb to the Slaughter locked in on
Sinister while The Biz has finally got the better of "The Phenom"
Tommy Ryder and hit a double underhook into a flip over Ryder's body,
spiking his head down to the mat aka Go To Hell.]


"___THUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"


[SHOCKING OMG SPOT POP!]


CL: Thing's looked good for a short moment, but Ryder was just planted
with that amazing finisher by The Biz.

FH: And look at Sinister I think he may pull a Foley and cry!

CL: Wait Senor Cloak Dos ... Isn't having any of it.  As Biz get's up
he begins _unloading_ on the veteran!

[KICK HIS ASS POP!]

[Biz is reeling but drops down to his knees and raises an arm low
blowing hitting Senor Cloak's little Smaky Doses.]

[BOOOOO!]

[On the outside, Cain and AsH have gotten back up to their feet and
begin scrum around outside by the ring stairs and Tyson sends AsH hard
into the steps.]


"___THUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"


CL: Cain just sent AsH _head_ first into those steps!

[The crowd groans as Cain mounts AsH and starts pummeling him. Cain
pull handcuffs from his boot and locks AsH to the post under the
apron.]

FH: Look at Tyson Cain.  He is going to send AsH a message.  That
sometimes comedy gets your rear kicked!

CL: This is a disgrace.  Get security out here _now_!

[Christian Copeland has now returned inside the ring with Smaky ...
He lines up like he is Albert Puljos as he swings towards Senor Cloak
Dos ...]


"___SMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK___"


[OMG SHOCKING POP!]


CL: OH MY LORD!  COPELAND A LITTLE DAZED JUST NAILED SENOR CLOAK DOS
WITH SMAKY!

FH: Pop goes the Senor Cloak Dos ...

[And on the outside Cain now takes a chair and starts bashing AsH
across the skull as security comes charging down the aisle way ...]


"___CRAAAAAAACK___"


"___CRAAAAAAACK___"


[FINALLY STOP THEM POP!!!!]


FH: Well the winning team sure doesn't look like winners do they.

CL: I am sure this is just the tip of the ice berg with these 8 men.
It appears we have some poor sports inside the PVW.

[Black has left go of Sinister and he now holds the PVW TV
Championship in his hands as he looks down at it.  The Biz has escaped
the ring with a giant smile across his face.  AsH lays slumped across
with his arm extended high from the message from Tyson Cain.  Copeland
joins Cain on the outside as the four heels sent the message.]

FH: The message was sent, Chip.  While team Sinister may of won the
match.  The war was won by team Black.

CL: Why did you dub them Team Black and Team Sinister?

FH: Just felt right.

CL: Senor Cloak Dos picked up the victory, but that was a silent
victory because after the match the real chaos began.  While things
get back in order let's go backstage.

[A trophy is the focus of the camera. Standing about five and a half
feet tall, the polished oak and mahogane piece of art has a brass
plaque that says: Winner 2011 Heat Invitational Tournament: THE HEAT.
Standing next to it, barely taller than the impressive wood, gold,
brass and silver trophy, is Arvelle "MAGIC" LaFayette.]

AML: Tonight, lads and gentle gals, tonight is the highly anticipated
finals to the HIT! The greatest collection of tag team MAGIC that the
world has ever seen. I don't want to overstate just how incredible
this tournament has been since y'all have seen it for yourselves.

[Arvelle steps in front of the trophy. Arv is dressed in a red and
yellow sequined tuxedo with his airhorn in his right hand. He blows
that airhorn once for effect.]

AML: Let the world know that the greatest and best looking tag team in
the world today, the HEAT, is ready to beat down on its competition!
Tonight, at Tradition V, the HEAT continue to make their case as to
why they are the very best PVW will ever have to offer.

[All smiles, Arvelle adjusts his tie.]

AML: Remember, it ain't the sun that'll kill you, it's the HEAT!

[Fade to ... Inside the private locker room of "Highlight" Chance
McKenzie. Yes, he negotiated a contract in which he gets one. After
all, would you expect any different from him? Either way, McKenzie is
halfway into his ring gear and currently lacing up those handmade,
one-of-a-kind set of Louis Vuitton wrestling boots - the ones he saves
for the important matches. As he's finishing up the last set of loops,
a knock is heard at the door. Cautiously, McKenzie makes his way over
to the doorway.]

CMcK - "Who's there, Tiny?"

[A massive cranium sticks his head through the doorway, belonging to
the massive African American bodyguard of McKenzie. As you might have
assumed, "Tiny" is a clever nickname only, and in _no_ way descriptive
of him. However, the impressive size and shape of the man is hidden by
the door... thanks in full to McKenzie, who has thrown his weight
against the doorway.]

TINY - "It's just me."

[Oh yeah, one more thing. Tiny isn't the most intelligent.]

CMcK - "I know that, Tiny. That's why I pay you. You stand in front of
the door."

TINY - "Yes. Thanks. I'm saving up for a new truck."

CMcK - "As much as I'd enjoy continuing this conversation, who is
there with you?"

[Tiny stands there for a moment, silent and in thought. He takes a
look outside, then looks back to McKenzie.]

TINY - "Oh. It's Ashleigh. She says it's important."

[Looking absolutely flustered, McKenzie begins to primp himself like a
nervous teenager awaiting his prom date.]

CMcK - "Thanks, Tiny. Let her in, please."

[Tiny opens the door, and in walks Ashleigh Winters. She's looking
like something out of a "Teenage Dream" (and yes, I mean it in the
context of the Katy Perry song), wearing a form fitting black gown and
diamond necklace with matching earrings. A look of complete awe is on
McKenzie's face as he looks her over, his jaw visibly dropping as he
takes in all of her beauty.]

CMcK - "Umm... I'm... Well..."

[McKenzie clears his throat.]

CMcK - "_Hi_."

[Winters, on the other hand, doesn't look so happy. Her face reads as
a mixture of hurt, anger, and confusion.]

AW - "I just came here to say good luck."

CMcK - "Ashleigh..."

[McKenzie reaches for her, but she pulls away.]

AW - "No, Chance. That's all I came to say."

[She turns to leave, but McKenzie stops her.]

CMcK - "Ash, you know we need to discuss this."

[She turns back around, her expression saying "Well?"]

CMcK - "The two of us have been through a lot... especially lately.
This has all been one _huge_ mistake. A mistake that I have been
trying to make up for. You won't return my calls, you won't reply to
my texts, and you won't even let me see you. There's a lot of things
that I've been trying to say to you, a lot of things that I've been
trying to clear up with you."

AW - "I still need time. I'm not sure what's going on. You seem
apologetic, but I don't know if I'm ready."

CMcK - "Just take some time, think about things, and come back to me.
You know we're good alone, but we're better together."

[She fights a smile.]

CMcK - "There's just one thing I want to know right now. It's very
important to me."

[She nods her head. McKenzie sighs, then asks."

CMcK - "Where's the briefcase?"

[Wrong question, Chance. In that instant, things change from semi-okay
to _abysmal_. Winters' attempt at a smirk is now gone and replaced
with a reddened, angered face. McKenzie realizes his mistake right
away, and goes into a reeling, defense mode.]

AW - "The briefcase? The _briefcase_?! You just sat here,
complimenting me and buttering me up... for the _briefcase_?!"

[Winters reaches back and unleashes her hand, slapping McKenzie across
the cheek.]

AW - "I've spent countless hours going through absolute _hell_,
Chance. I've questioned our entire relationship and if it's even worth
it... especially since you've been choosing your career over me. And
now, just when I think you might be turning some kind of corner, you
ask me about the briefcase? How _dare_ you, Chance? I don't want to
look at you right now, jerk!"

[She turns to leave, but pauses.]

AW - "Don't worry about your precious briefcase, Chance. It's in
_great_ hands. In fact, I've managed to get it open. And trust me, you
_want_ to know the information inside. But I don't think you're quite
ready... and neither is that _whore_, Jessica Marshall. So you go
ahead and run to her. Help her with whatever she needs. But as far as
the briefcase goes? I'm starting to think that returning it to its
_rightful_ owner is the correct thing to do. Maybe _he_ can appreciate
me."

[With that, Winters leaves the room, slamming the door. McKenzie
buries his head in his hands, shaking his head.]

CMcK - "What in the hell have I done?"

[He reaches over for his cellphone, dialing a number.]

CMcK - "It's me. I think we've got a problem."

[With that, we cut back to ringside.]

CL: Has Winters really opened up the briefcase?  Could we finally find
out who is paying the Mercenary?

FH: Looks like Chance needs to get his girlfriend under control so we
can all find out.

CL: Maybe she could save Dean Hayes the trouble and tell him.

FH: Nah let Dean earn his pay check.

CL: Things are getting more and more interesting with the Winters,
Marshall, McKenzie, Mercenary, and mystery boss situation every show.
Later tonight McKenzie steps inside the ring to take on Danny Daniels
while the Mercenary is set to square off with Rob Cole.  We're just
moments away from the four corners tag ...

[Before Chip can finish his sentence the crowd buzzes around the
entrance way as Rojo Corazòn comes out dragging Devin Houilan with
him. He pauses for a moment to drive the point of his elbow into the
back of Devin's head. He then slams Devin shoulder first into the
steel guard rail.]


"___CCCLLLAAANNNGGG___"

CL: Rojo Corazòn being true to his words as he just drives Devin into
the steel guard rail!

FH: And now he's hooked him in a front chancery ...

[Rojo tries to power Devin up with a suplex but Devin grabs the guard
rail blocking the attempt. He drives his right hand into the ribs of
Rojo causing him to release the front chancery.]

CL: Devin with a quick right hand and he follows up with a wild
haymaker that just rocks Rojo.

FH: He scoops the Mexican star up and slams him to the concrete floor.

[Rojo grabs his back in pain as Devin begins to stomp on the chest of
Rojo. As he stomps Rojo's chest he screams I'm not a woman beater. Sid
Savage has made his way towards the brawl and orders Devin to get it
to the ring. Without warning Sid is shoved to the side as Shadoe Rage
leaps into the fray and drills Devin with a forearm to the side of his
head.]

CL: Shadoe Rage is now a part of the mix! And he stomps on Rojo for
good measure as well.

FH: Tensions are high here in PVW as we approach End Game, Chip. But
this is a bit out of hand!

[Shadoe grabs both the heads of Rojo and Devin and slams them
together.]

CL: Double noggin knocker!

FH: Rage is in control as he pulls Devin up and drops him throat first
across the steel guard rail! Rojo grabs Shadoe and drops him with a
belly-to-back suplex on the concrete!

CL: And a swift kick to the side for Devin. Rojo grabs Devin and
begins to drag him towards the ring.

[The crowd cheers wildly as Emylee and Pizzazz makes their way towards
to the ring. Sid Savage screams at Max Kelly in the ring to get this
under control.]


"___CCCLLLAAANNNGGG___"


CL: Rojo whipping Devin into the guard rail!

FH: Shadoe back in the mix as he drives a right hand into Devin's
forehead. Rojo tells Shadoe to back off and grabs Devin.


"___TTTHHHUUUDDD___"


CL: And Rojo just whips Devin into a backbody drop from Shadoe.

[Devin screams in pain as Shadoe pulls him to his feet and whips him
at Rojo who catches him with a clothesline.]

FH: Devin looking like a pinball right now. Shadoe charges and leaps
...

CL: Flying forearm into the side of Rojo's head!

FH: And here comes Kip Butler!

[Slowly Kip Butler emerges from the entrance way Kitty Von Braun by
his side.]

FH: And like a smart man he's in no hurry to end up in this brawl.

CL: Shadoe throws Devin into the ring.

[Shadoe tees up on the head of Devin as Rojo pulls himself to his feet
and slides under the bottom rope.]

CL: Three men in the ring and Kip Butler still taking his time to
getting to the ring.

FH: This is supposed to be a four corners tag match right, Chip?

CL: Yes, yes it is. But there is no love lost between these three men
and they are letting the world know it tonight.



_____ ____  _________________________________________________________
/__   \ ___|              TRADITION V - MESA, ARIZONA
/ /\/___ \             Tag Team Four Corners Showcase:
/ /   ___) |       Corazon Rojo v. Shadoe Rage v. Kip Butler v. Devin
\/   |____/ _________________________________________________________




*DING*DING*DING*

[As Shadoe Devin and Rojo all exchange rights and lefts in the center
of the ring Kip Butler stands on the apron and grabs a hold of the tag
rope.]

FH: Butler seems to be the only one in this match to remember that
it's a four corner tag!

[As Kip patiently waits in the corner Tony points to his head and
tells anyone who will listen next to him that Kip is using his brains.
Rojo slips behind Devin and hooks him in a full nelson which allows
Shadoe Rage to fire off shot after into the unprotected mid-section of
Devin. After the seventh or eight body blow Shadoe steps back a few
paces and suddenly fires off a superkick. As he connects to the jaw of
Devin Rojo quickly powers him over with a bridging dragon suplex.]

CL: The Dirge!

FH: And a vicious dragon suplex! Devin looks like an he was folded in
half!



!!! ONE !!!





!!! TWO !!!



[As referee Max Kelly slams the mat for the second time Shadoe stomps
on the bridging Rojo allowing Devin to kickout.]

FH: Shadoe Rage showing he wants this win!

CL: With the Prophets luck lately he needs this win for his team!

[Max Kelly grabs the shoulders of Shadoe Rage and pushes him to the
corner.]

CL: Max Kelly reminding Rage of the rules of the match and he doesn't
look too happy about it.

FH: Neither does Pizzazz but she just likes chaos.

[Shadoe exits the ring and slaps the top turnbuckle in frustration as
Rojo pulls Devin to his feet and once again drives him to the mat with
side Russian leg sweep.]

FH: I still think that move is worse than whiplash from a car
accident.

[Corazòn Rojo just mounts Devin ...]

CL: And he here goes! Rights and lefts being thrown down on Devin!

FH: We knew it was only a matter of time before he went all cartel on
Devin!

CL: What?

FH: Read the newspapers, Chip.

[Max Kelly grabs Rojo by the shoulders and tries to pull him off
Devin. Rojo though spins his head and glares at Kelly for a long
moment which allows Devin to drive his right hand to the side of the
Rojo's head. Tony Thomas shakes his head as Kip Butler calmly leans
over the top rope.]

CL: Devin making his way back to his feet and he catches Rojo with
another right hand.

[Rojo staggers back and Devin grabs him by the arm and whips him to
the far side rope, Rojo rebounds and takes a back elbow to the jaw
that staggers him into the ropes.]


"___TTTHHHWWWAAAPPP___"

"___TTTHHHWWWAAAPPP___"

"___TTTHHHWWWAAAPPP___"

CL: Three straight knife edge chops and Devin reaches for Kip Butler
to make the tag ...

FH:Butler walks to the other side of the corner! Out of Devin's reach!

[Devin shakes his head and applies a side head lock on Rojo and drags
him towards Shadoe Rage and the madman tags in. Shadoe quickly enters
the ring and drives a right hand into the ribs of Rojo. Devin thrusts
his hands into the air and exits the ring as Shadoe fires  off a left
jab that staggers Rojo back to the ropes.]

CL: Shadoe whipping Rojo across the ring ...

FH: Lou Thesz Press! Shadoe has Rojo down and he grabs the masked head
of Rojo and just begins to slam his head into the mat!

[Max Kelly is quickly there and forces Shadoe off of Rojo, Shadoe
drives the point of his boot into the ribs of Rojo. Emylee on the
outside slaps the mat trying to encourage her man as Pizzazz cackles
in what one can assume is joy. Shadoe pulls Rojo up and  quickly takes
him down wit ha tear drop suplex.]

CL: Shadoe back to his feet ... Standing moonsault!

FH: Does he think he's Foley?



!!! ONE !!!





!!! TWO !!!



[Devin comes into the ring and boots Shadoe in the head breaking up
the pinfall.]

CL: Devin quickly breaks up the pin and Sid Savage seems pleased by
that.

FH: Sid Savage seems please his nephews hit a woman so I'm not sure I
trust his opinion!

CL: My sources say Sid has tried to apologize more than once ... just
Los Corazones do not want to hear it.

[Shadoe shakes his head as he pushes himself to his feet as Rojo rolls
towards the apron.]

CL: Both men slowly getting back to their feet ... and Shadoe is
looking for a tag to Butler ...

FH: Who drops to the floor ..is he acting like he's relacing his boot?

[Shadoe glares down at Butler for a second who is tying his boot as
Kitty Von Braun says something to him. Rojo takes advantage by rushing
forward and catching Shadoe with an elbow to the side of his head.
Shadoe is rocked into the ropes and Rojo sends him to the center of
the ring with a hip toss. Rojo glares at Devin for a moment before he
runs forward and drives his boot into the side of Shadoe's head
sprawling him over the mat.]

CL: Rojo pulling Shadoe up and he tosses him to the mat in front of
Devin!

FH:He's daring Devin to tag himself in ... and he does!

[The crowd cheers as Devin reaches down and tags himself in. He looks
at Rojo and the two men charge and the crowd explodes as they once
again begin to throw haymakers at one another.]

CL: And once again the rules seemed to have gone out the window for
these two men!

[The bigger Devin gets the advantage and forces Rojo into the corner.
A swift knee to the mid-section doubles Rojo over and Devin quickly
puts him in the piledriver position.]

CL: Devin hoisting Rojo up for a powerbomb!

FH: But Rojo fighting it off with a series of right hands.

[Devin staggers back a step and turns around and sits out driving Rojo
into the mat with a sit-out powerbomb!]

CL: Even with the right hands Devin was able to drive Rojo onto the
mat with a sit-out powerbomb!



!!! ONE !!!





!!! TWO !!!



FH: And Shadoe Rage with a kick to the jaw of Devin breaking up the
pin!

CL: And Kip Butler still is on the ring apron having not entered this
match once tonight!

FH: I know what he's doing, Chip. He's allowing them to beat the
bloody hell out of one another!

CL: I can see that.

FH: He's picking his moment, CHip. Once these three take themselves
apart he'll swoop in for the kill. It's genius.

[Tony Thomas screams at Devin Houlihan from the front row as he grabs
his head.]

CL: Did he just say he stole Butler's move?

FH: He might have I wasn't listening to him.

CL: What a professional.

FH: A professional follows the action in the ring not in the front
row. For instance, Devin is pulling himself up and he grabs the mask
of Rojo pulling him to his feet.

CL: And Devin takes Rojo down with a swinging neckbreaker.

[Tony screams he had the mask! Kip turns and tells Tony to be quiet
and Devin rushes forward driving his elbow into the side of Kip's
head.]

CL: Kip dropped from the apron to the floor.

FH: And he doesn't look happy as he stands back to his feet.

[Devin rushes to the far side ropes and as he rebounds off of the
ropes Shadoe drives his knee into the back Devin. Devin staggers
forward and Kip Butler slides into the ring ...]

CL: Kip Butler finally in the match and he catches Devin in the mid-
section with a swift kick ...

FH: He grabs him with a gutwrench ... Doctor Bomb! Devin driven into
the mat and now Max Kelly is ordering him out of the ring.

CL: Butler is out of the ring now and he positions himself near Rojo.

[Rojo pulls himself to his feet by the bottom rope and Butler reaches
down tagging himself in.]

CL: And now Kip Butler is the legal man and he pounces on Devin
pulling him to his feet and just cinches on a bear hug!

FH: Look at the pain in Devin's eyes! You can feel the air being
squeezed out of him by the two hundred and eighty seven pound Butler.

[On the outside Kitty claps in approval as Sid slaps the mat trying to
get the fans to rally behind Devin. Butler let's out a roar as he
applies more pressure to the back of Devin.]

FH: Haha! The woman beater deserves this! He deserves to have every
single rib cracked!

[Butler gives another powerful squeeze and places the feet of Devin
back onto the mat. And in a single movement he drives Devin to the mat
with a belly to belly suplex.]

CL: I have to say I'm surprised more people haven't used the bear hug
as a transition to the belly to belly! What a move!


!! ONE !!!



!!! TWO !!!



CL: And Rojo dives across the ring and headbutts Devin!

FH: I'm not sure he was trying to break up the pin! I think he wanted
to inflict more pain to Devin.

[Rojo is forced from the ring and Butler pulls Devin to his feet and
whips him hard into the corner.]

FH: What impact into the corner! Devin stumbles out and staggers into
a side slam!


!!! ONE !!!



!!! TWO !!!



!!! THR- !!!


CL: Shadoe Rage drops an elbow into the back of Butler's head as DEvin
just edged his shoulder up!

FH: Butler getting right back to his feet and he pulls Devin up to his
feet!

[Butler whips Devin into the ropes and Shadoe Rage tags his back. Max
Kelly signals the tag as Devin rebounds off the ropes into a nasty
spinebuster slam! Shadoe Rage leaps to the top rope.]

FH: Shadoe on the top rope!

CL: Death From Above! The double axe handle to Kip Butler's head and
Butler is dropped to a knee.

[Tony Thomas screams on the outside as Pizzazz applauds Shadoe. She
suddenly barks orders for him to get back on the attack and he does so
by arm dragging Kip to the mat and just grabs him by the throat with
both hands!]

FH: And Butler is having the life choked out of him by Shadoe!

[Max Kelly applies the five count and as he reaches five Shadoe
releases the choke and grabs Butler by the back of his head and runs
towards the ring ropes. He uses his free hand to help him leap the
rope clotheslining Butler across the top rope as he lands on the
apron. Shadoe drops to a knee and quickly drives an uppercut into the
jaw of Butler who staggers back into the ring. Devin runs forward
along the apron and takes Shadoe down with a clothesline.]

FH: Butler staggering in the ring and he comes Rojo!

[Rojo though runs past Butler and leaps with a dropkick catching Devin
and sending him crashing to the concrete floor.]

FH: Rojo is out for Devin's blood! He grabs the top rope ...

[Flash bulbs pop throughout the arena as Rojo flips over the top rope
and crashes down on Devin with a somersault plancha!]

CL: And Devin is taken out!

[Shadoe Rage pulls himself back to his feet and Butler rushes forward
and drives his elbow into the side of Shadoe's head sending him
sprawling to the concrete below.]

FH: Rojo pulls Devin up and just plants him with an inverted atomic
drop .. .and there's a nasty clothesline sending Devin down!

CL: Max Kelly is losing control of this match!

FH: Does that surprise you? He barely had control of it when they came
to the ringside area!

[Shadoe Rage has slid back into the ring and waits for Butler to turn
around.]

CL: Shadoe charging Butler ...

FH: But Butler turns and catches him ... Powerslam! Shadoe Rage is now
part of the ring!

[Butler stands up and thrusts his arms in the air as he looks towards
Rojo who is pulling Devin back to his feet.

CL: Rojo shoves Devin under the bottom rope back into the ring and
Butler pulls him to his feet and drives a European uppercut under his
jaw.

[Devin is rocked back into the ropes and Butler drives his knee into
the mid-section of Devin. Shadoe Rage rushes towards Kip Butler who
lowers his head and back body drops him over Devin and the top rope.]

CL: Shadoe Rage lands awkwardly on the apron.

FH: He may not have his footing yet but he didn't hit the floor.

[Butler grabs Devin and whips him to the far side ropes ...]

CL: Devin whipped to the far side ... Butler lowers his head and Devin
leap frogs him ...

[Devin leap frogs Butler as Shadoe springboards to the top rope.]


"___TTTHHHUUUDDD___"


CL: And Shadoe is knocked from the top rope to the floor!

FH: Shadoe had no idea Devin was coming and the momentum from the leap
frog just Shadoe crashing next to Rojo!

[Rojo quickly begins to stomp on the back of Shadoe Rage as Devin
rebounds off of the near side ropes and is taken over by Butler with a
deep arm drag.]


"___CCCLLLAAANNNGGG___"

CL: Rojo whips Rage hard into the steel guard rail as Butler drops a
knee into the chest of Devin.

FH: I'm glad the woman beater is getting what he deserves tonight!

[Butler pulls Devin to his feet and hoists him into the air and drives
him to the mat with a vertical suplex. Rojo grabs Shadoe in a front
chancery and drops him stomach first across the guardrail. The crowd
cheers as Shadoe is hung out to dry. Butler drags Devin back to his
feet and whips him to the far side ropes ...]

[SUICIDE DIVE POP!]


"___CCCLLLAAANNNG___"


CL: Devin using the momentum from the whip to dive through the ropes!

FH: And Corazòn Rojo is slammed into the guard rail.

[The crowd cheers as Devin slowly rolls on the floor grabbing his
head. Inside the ring Kip Butler thrusts his arms into the air as if
he has just won this match.]

FH: I can't believe Devin is stupid enough to leap out of the ring! He
probably just cost himself this match!

[Tony Thomas applauds and tries to get the crowd to chant "Butler" as
Kitty Von Braun smiles and points at Kip Butler who is now walking
towards the corner.]

CL: And Kip Butler leans in the corner of the ropes as he screams for
Max Kelly to count out Devin.

[Emylee screams at Rojo to get to his feet as Pizzazz is pulling
Shadoe off of the guard rail. Uncle Sid has dropped down by Devin's
side and is screaming for him to get up and finish Rojo and Shadoe.]

FH: What good would a count out do? Last time I checked Kelly was
pretty much letting anything go!

[The crowd begins to scream wildly as the ring apron begins to move as
a figure slides out from under the ring.]

FH: Blanco! Blanco just crawled out from under the ring.

[The white masked Corazòn slides to his feet and runs at Devin as he
is pushing himself to his feet.]

CL: Hooking clothesline! Devin is driven into the concrete hard!

[The crowd boos Blanco as he begins to drive the point of his boots
into the ribs of Devin. Max Kelly leans over the top rope and begins
to order Blanco away from the ringside area. Blanco shoots Kelly the
one finger salute.]

FH: That is universal in any language, Chip!

CL: We heard the frustration of Rojo earlier this week and now we can
see how vicious his younger brother Blanco can be!

[Blanco slams the sole of his boot across the face of Devin. Uncle Sid
glares at Blanco and screams at Emylee to get Blanco away from
ringside. Max Kelly leaps to the floor as Blanco pulls Devin back up
...]


"___CCCLLLAAANNNGGG___"


FH: And Blanco slams Devin's head into the guard rail!

[Max Kelly grabs Blanco and pulls him away from Devin. Shadoe quickly
drives his elbow to the side of Blanco as Kelly tries to remove
Blanco's influence from the match. Rojo rushes forward and dropkicks
Shadoe. Kip Butler sits on the top rope just laughing as Devin is
slumped on the concrete as Shadoe and Rojo are exchanging rights and
lefts on the floor.]

CL: The tensions between the Prophets and Los Corazones have seemed to
suddenly hit a boiling point!

FH: Shadoe and Rojo just slamming those rights and lefts into one
another ... and Blanco has broken away from Kelly!

[Blanco blindsides Shadoe and the brothers begin to drive their boots
into the chest of shadoe Rage. Pizzazz comes over and grabs Rojo by
the shoulder spinning him around.]


"___SSSMMMAAACCCKKK___"


[The crowd gasps as she slaps the masked man. He glares at her for a
long moment.]


CL: He's going to hit her!

FH: Rojo wouldn't hit her! He's true man not like Devin! But let's be
honest Pizzazz is tougher than Foley so she could probably take it.

[Rojo spins around and drives another boot into the chest of Shadoe.]

CL: Devin is back to his feet!

[Devin spins Rojo around and drives his knee into his mid-section.
Rojo doubles over and Devin grabs him by the head ...]

CL: Rojo though shoving Devin back ...

[Rojo slams Devin back into the ring apron, as Butler leaps off of the
turnbuckle and walks towards Devin and Rojo. Rojo catches Devin with
European uppercut as Butler reaches down and grabs Devin by the hair
and pulls him up to the ring apron.]

CL: Rojo glaring at Butler but he's shifting his focus and grabbing
Shadoe ...

[Los Corazones execute a double suplex on Shadoe Rage. Max Kelly
screams at Blanco, who just raises arms and takes a few steps
backwards.]

FH: Max Kelly warning Blanco not to interfere anymore and he nods his
head.

CL: Oh like the damage hasn't been done!

FH: Let me ask you something Chip.  Where was Derek in all of this?
Maybe the Prophets _are_ having issues.

CL: It is unlike the Prophets not to be working like a well oiled
machine.

[Butler pulls Devin so that he is hanging over the top rope and drives
a forearm across his chest. Butler steps back and Devin falls into the
ring. Max Kelly slides into the ring as Kip Butler just drills Devin
with a knee to the side of his head. Butler pulls Devin to his feet
and muscular Butler easily brings Devin onto his shoulders in a
fireman's carry position. Rojo has ascended the ring steps and he
quickly leaps off of them driving a leg across the chest of the prone
Shadoe Rage.]

CL: He's got him in a fireman's carry ...]

[In a fluid motion he swings the frame of Devin out and pushes him so
that he is now facing the ceiling. Kip Butler begins to sit as he
forces Devin to the mat. The crowd gasps as Devin is driving into the
mat with a vicious looking powerbomb!]


"___THUUUUUUUUUD___"



[FINISHER POP!]


CL: He calls that The Hollywood Bomb!

FH: And I call Devin a pancake! I don't think Rojo even cares about
what's occurring in the ring as he grinds his right boot across the
forehead of Shadoe!



!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




!!! THREE !!!



*DING*DING*DING*

[As the bell sounds Corazòn Rojo and Blanco glare at Kip Butler who is
standing over Devin Houlihan with his hand held high.]

HD: Ladies and gentlemen, you're winner of the match "The Fashion
Industry's Worse Nightmare" ...


!!! KIP BUTLER !!!


[BOOO NOT HOLLYWOOD BY NIGHT HEEL POP!]


[And here comes the twin brother of Devin, J.D. Houlihan diving under
the ropes and attempting to take on both members of the Corazones by
himself.]

[POP!]

CL: And here is J.D. and he is tired of the games the Corazones are
playing.

FH: What timing he has.  He has a lot to learn about being apart of a
tag team, Chip.

[After the initial shock of the attack from behind the two-on-one
eventually has it's way with J.D. and they send him up-and-over the
top ropes and to the outside.  Speaking of the outside Shadoe Rage and
Tony Thomas are now having words.]

CL: It appears Shadoe Rage isn't too happy with Tony Thomas.

FH: Is Shadoe Rage happy with _anybody_?

CL: Not really.

[Kip Butler is now over and ...]


"___TWAAAP___"


CL: BIG RIGHT HAND BY THOMAS WHO IS RINGSIDE ... And Now Hollywood by
Night are working over Shadoe Rage.

[MIXED REACTION ...]

FH: Now they've done it ... Here comes big Derek!  I guess there is
one
thing that can bring the Prophets back together it's a cheap shot!

CL: Things are getting out of hand at ring side here with the PVW Tag
Team Division.  Devin is back up and PLANCHA DIVES ONTO THE MESS OF
CORAZONES AND HIS BROTHER!


[HUGE PLANCHA SPOT POP!]


FH: Kip Butler has already won this match, but there appears to be
more action post match then possibly there was inside the match.

CL: AND EMYLEE WAS CAUGHT IN THE PLANCHA MESS!!!

FH: I bet your going to call that accidental _too_!

CL: I'm not sure I even saw that she was close enough to get hit.

FH: PVW needs to do something about these women beaters.

[On the other side near the entrance side Butler and Thomas have Derek
pinned against the guard rail but the big man is still fighting back
throwing rights and lefts to each man.]

CL: We have brawls on all sides of the ring!

FH: And here comes security!

[PVW security rushes to the ringside area and begins to interject
themselves into the fray.]

CL: I don't think anything was settled tonight, Fred.

FH: Not a thing, Chip. Not a thing.

CL: The PVW tag team division continues to breed chaos and
uncertainty. For now however while we get some order at ring side lets
go backstage.

[Cut to backstage.  Dean Hayes, on the hunt as always for his next
interviewing victim, spots Jessica Marshall entering the building.  He
runs over to try and accost her before she can get away.]

DH: Jessica!  Jessica!

[Fatality, realizing she's been spotted and has nowhere to run, scowls
in the interviewer's direction.]

JFM: What do you want?

DH: Jess, the last time we saw you Ashleigh Winters got the best of
you and picked up Merc's briefcase.

JFM: Look, first of all don't you ever call me Jess.  And second of
all, just because she's got the briefcase now doesn't change the fact
that Chance and I are in the driver's seat.  The Mercenary is running
scared, he's out of the Called Shot, and tonight Danny Daniels is the
next to be featured on Chance's highlight reel.

DH: But are you any closer to finding out who's paying Merc off?

JFM: I thought that was your job, genius.

DH: Well as it happens, I've got another interview scheduled for later
tonight.  Alex Epstein really hates you, but he's not the one paying
Merc off.

JFM: Believe me, the feeling is _MORE_ than mutual with that one-
legged has been.

DH: Maybe we'll get some answers later on as I have heard rumors about
getting an interview with a representative for another of your past
adversaries.  Does the name Kyle Lee ring a bell?

[Jessica's face goes scarlet as she spits out the name in distaste.]

JFM: LEE?  That's where your investigation's taken you?  Please.  He's
a little busy with the mess he's made of Texas.

[A female voice speaks out, and judging by the look on Fatality's
face, she knows who it is.  No, it's not that of Ashleigh Winters...

It's her half-sister, Tara.]

TSM: Ever the charmer, Jess.

[One Marshall scowls as a second steps into view, a big smile on her
golden locks-framed face.]

JFM: Excuse me,    don't you have a funeral to prepare for?  Your
husband is staring down the business end of an amputation, and we can
only hope it's his head.

[Tara and Jessica come face to face.  Dean is caught in the middle,
which depending on your point of view is either really uncomfortable
or really awesome.]

TSM: I thought you were done hooking up with egotistical jerks, Jess.
Didn't you learn your lesson with Winston?

JFM: Funny.  Say, how's Emily?

[Now it's Tara's turn to scowl.  Jessica smirks, and walks away
leaving Sunburst with Dean Hayes.]

DH: Um... so how _is_ Emily, Tara?

TSM: Not now, Dean.

[Tara walks off, and we cut away.]

FH: Dang does all the females around the back start their cycles at
the same time, Chip?

CL: Wow ... I am _not_ going there, Fred.

FH: First Ashleigh Winters was pissed off.  Now Jessica Marshall and
Tara Marshall have attitudes.  I do like my ladies feisty ...

CL: Be my guest, Fred.

FH: They know where I am if they want a moment with me.

CL: Oh brother ... How about the news that Dean Hayes investigation
has caught wind that he will be speaking with a representative with
Kyle Lee later tonight!  That could be huge news.

FH: Kyle Lee doesn't have the gonads to mess with Jessica Marshall.

CL: I don't know about that, Fred.  History suggests that he may be
the top candidate for something like this.

FH: Maybe but I doubt it.

CL: Well I guess we will find out.  Speaking of Jessica Marshall the
Voice is back inside the ring and Chance McKenzie is due up next!

HD: This match is scheduled for one fall ... Introducing first
introducing first accompanied to the ring by Jessica Marshall.
Wrestling out of Milan, Italy.

Highlight ...

Chance McKenzie !!!

["Attention Whore" by Deadmau5 & Melleefresh hits the PA system.
First to emerge from the back is wrestling tycoon, Jessica Marshall.
Tonight that Haliburton is noticeably absent. Following in close
pursuit as they head towards the ring is - "Highlight" Chance
McKenzie.  McKenzie as usual has on the latest fashion trends, clothed
by the finest in men's designers. Once he reaches inside the ring, the
clothes come off, and McKenzie is now just shirtless, with a pair of
black knee-length tights, custom made, with "HIGHLIGHT" on the
backside in blue and a connecting "CM" on each side.]

FH: Hear the females cheer there, Chip?

CL: There was a reaction yes.

FH: I used to have a body like that in my younger days.

CL: Sure you did.

FH: Just ask your wife.

CL: ...

HD: His opponent... accompanied by Dan Flores ... Wrestling out of San
Francisco, California.

Your Hero ...

Danny Daniels !!!



[The lights go down again, and someone steps from the back.  It is...
a trumpeter? The trumpeter blasts a bombastic little fanfare on his
trumpet, and a banner unfurls from the top  of the entranceway.  It
reads: WELCOME YOUR SUPREME CHAMPION!!!!!!  And yes, it does have six
exclamation points.

Following the fanfare, "Afternoon Delight" by Starland Vocal Band
starts up.  The fans give a loud heel pop for the obnoxious
introduction of the self-professed SUPREME Champion, "Your Hero" Danny
Daniels.  Daniels bursts from behind the welcome banner, arms spread
to soak in all of the imaginary glory of his imaginary legions of
fans.  The bulky young man with the straggly blond hair wears a red
sequined jacket with 'Your Hero' written on the back in black, red
trunks, and black boots.  Around his waist is a belt with the words
SUPREME CHAMPION and an embossed picture of Daniels on the faceplate.
A pair of wraparound shades inhabit his clean-shaven face, as does a
big goofy smile representing his joy at being so exulted by his
devotees.

The actual crowd boos.]

CL: And here comes Dan Flores after him.  Poor Flores I do feel sorry
for him.

FH: Hey not many men get to learn from a SUPREME CHAMPION, Chip!

CL: Sinister had the chance ...

FH: And look at him now.  He holds the PVW TV Championship belt.

[Daniels sweeps down to the ring, attempting to walk with the regal
bearing of a king.  It comes off more like someone's given him a
wedgie with a bicycle chain, but you have to give him credit for
trying.  He jumps onto the apron, and climbs the ropes on the
outside.  He gets to the top rope... and seems to grow a little
disoriented by the height, so he steps back down to the second rope
and THEN poses grandly for the crowd.  His music dies away shortly.]

CL: Flores now joining Daniels on the outside on the ring apron as
slaps the ring side fans hands.

FH: Doing good public service for Danny Daniels.

_____ ____  _________________________________________________________
/__   \ ___|              TRADITION V - MESA, ARIZONA
/ /\/___ \                    One on One Action:
/ /   ___) |             Chance McKenzie v. Danny Daniels
\/   |____/ _________________________________________________________




*DING*DING*DING*


CL: Daniels telling Flores to watch his back from the Ninja strike.

FH: Flores better not let Double Danny down.

[Daniels still talking to Flores from behind who yells "WATCH OUT" as
McKenzie attacks from behind.]

FH: That darn Flores he is already not watching Daniels back.

CL: He tried, Fred.  However Daniels seemed a bit distracted as usual.

[McKenzie drives stiff kicks in the midsection as he turns Daniels
around.  He sends him across the ropes and leaps into a dropkick
connecting with Daniels taking him down.  He quickly leaps back to his
feet and swings with an open hand slap drilling Daniels right across
his face with a loud echoing --- ]


"___TWAAAAP___"


CL: Complete sign of disrespect by Chance McKenzie.

FH: Hey wait a second there, Chance!  Now I get disrespecting the
Mercenary and all, but this is the Supreme Champion.

[Dan Flores gives the "OOooh" face on the outside.  Daniels fires off
a right hand, but McKenzie so very quick ducks and hits a dragon screw
legwhip!]

CL: Chance McKenzie when focused can be a threat for anyone.  He came
very close to defeating Dan Flores to qualify for the Called Shot.

FH: If Chance couldn't even beat the low tier Dan then how is he going
to be Double the Dan?

[McKenzie right back to his feet and Daniels pushes his way up looking
a little frustrated.]

FH: With the speed of McKenzie I bet Daniels is starting to wonder if
Chance actually is a Ninja.

CL: Chance rushes towards Daniels and ducks under a clothesline.  He
nails a spinning heel kick and Daniels right back up and walks
into a GERMAN SUPLEX ... BRIDGE!


!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




[Daniels kicks out with a force and then rolls sideways to the outside
and besides Dan Flores.  Daniels points towards McKenzie saying
something about Chinese stars and McKenzie uses the ropes to send
himself up and over ... except somebody was paying attention as Dan
Flores pulls Daniels out of the way at the last second ...]


"___THUUUUUD___"


[POP!]


CL: Flores pulls Daniels out of the way and McKenzie hits the hard
cement on the outside.

FH: Flores finally did something right.

CL: Fans are actually behind Daniels here in the match.

FH: Of course they are ... He is all of our Hero's after all.

CL: Either that or they just really dislike, Chance McKenzie.

FH: How can you _not_ like Danny Daniels, Chip?

CL: Good point ... The guy is difficult to dislike.

FH: See!  He's the Charlie Sheen of wrestling.  You just can't hate
the guy.

CL: I'm not sure _anybody_ wants to be compared to, Charlie Sheen.

FH: What?  He's my idol!

CL: And it all  makes sense now.

[Daniels now pulls McKenzie up and drills him with an European
uppercut.  He backs him up against the ring apron and then thrusts his
shoulder into the rib cage of McKenzie.  He grabs him by the right arm
and whips him into the guard rail ... McKenzie quick on his feet leaps
on the guard rail and springs off with a splash ... Daniels catches
him
and places him upside down and drops down with a big shoulder
breaker.]

CL: McKenzie trying to go back to big impact moves, but it failed
twice in a row for him.  As Danny Daniels with a bit of help from
Flores is capitalizing on those mistakes.

FH: Are you still harping on that, Chip?

[Danny Daniels rolls McKenzie under the ropes and slides in himself at
an eight count.  He works his way to the second turnbuckle ...  As
McKenzie pushes himself up he gets taken right back down by a double
axe-handle from the second ropes.  Daniels then drops down with a
falling head butt and makes the cover.]


!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




CL: McKenzie with a strong kick out.  Daniels now pulls McKenzie up
and going to set him on the top turnbuckles looking ...

[McKenzie drives an elbow backwards ... Drives another one as Daniels
stands on the second turnbuckle behind him.  McKenzie turns his
position and swings his legs up and sends Daniels across the ring with
a headscissors take down.]

CL: Both men back up and McKenzie with an armdrag take down.

FH: McKenzie is a tough guy to beat.  He may lack size compared to a
lot of the wrestlers here, but he more then makes up for it in speed
and skill.  He is a threat on the mat and on the ropes.

[Daniels now working his way back to his feet.  McKenzie with a stiff
kick that doubles him over and he does a rolling flip off the back of
Daniels doubled over back ... and drops Daniels down with a
facecrusher!]


"___THUUUUUUD___"


CL: Chance McKenzie hooks a leg!


!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




[... Daniels gets a leg on the bottom of the ropes breaking up the
count.  McKenzie waits and as Daniels makes it to his feet he hits the
Spinning Savate Kick ...]


"___THWAAAAAAACK___"


CL: Haute Coture Kick by McKenzie!  McKenzie full of smiles and he is
pointing to Daniels telling Flores he is next if he wants a piece of
him.

FH: I like the confidence in this guy.

[Flores keeps his arms folded not letting McKenzie get in his head ...
This just forces McKenzie to try a bit harder.  He leans over the top
ropes raising his arms as if he is inviting Flores into the ring with
him ... Daniels up and from behind with a inside cradle!]


!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




!!! THREE !!!




[SO CLOSE POP!]


CL: Daniels almost stole a victory right there!

FH: The Supreme Champion doesn't have to steal.  That darn Flores
needs to stop distracting McKenzie though.

CL: [Sarcastic tone.]  I know how dare Flores fold his arms like that.

FH: Your telling me, Chip.  It's like he is inviting McKenzie to come
out and kick his ass.

[Both men are on their feet and Daniels picks him up and sends him
down with a bodyslam.  McKenzie gets right back up and Daniels grabs
him and lifts him up into a vertical suplex and drops him backwards
...
Daniels now back up and asking McKenzie if he has seen anything
skeptical going on around the arena.  Flores shakes his head no and
points towards McKenzie who is back on his feet.  Daniels then turns
and charges with a clothesline that McKenzie ducks ... Daniels turns
around and is drilled with a leaping palm strike!]


"___THUUUUD___"


FH: Whoa ... Now that looked like a move that a "Ninja" would use.

CL: Daniels up crawling to the corner and do the ropes ... McKenzie
charges and swings his legs through with a Sayama Feint Kick drilling
Daniels right in the face.  He makes the cover again.


!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




[Flores notices McKenzie's feet are on the ropes and he is over and
shoves them off!]



FH: What is Flores doing?

CL: Flores caught McKenzie trying to cheat and he saved, Danny
Daniels.

[McKenzie doesn't look happy as he is telling the referee that Flores
needs to be sent to the back. However this was enough of a distraction
and Danny Daniels is up and locks on a sleeper from behind.]

CL: Daniels just needs to tell the history of the Supreme title again
if he wants to put McKenzie to sleep.

FH: Hey wait a second!

[Daniels then hoists the lighter McKenzie up and over the top ropes
and begins to hang him with a Hangman's sleeper as the referee is over
warning Daniels to let go!]

CL: Danny Daniels has McKenzie locked in that Hangman Sleeper.  And
the referee begins to count.


ONE ...

TWO ...

THREE ...

FOUR ...

[Daniels drops McKenzie who lands on the outside floor right infront
of Dan Flores.  Daniels stands his ground inside the ring turning his
head all around as he turns as if he is making sure nobody is sneaking
up on him.]

FH: Nice awareness by, Danny Daniels.

CL: You never know if the man who attacked him may be around.

FH: Exactly.

CL: I mean he could be on the outside of the ring right now.

FH: See that's what Danny Daniels is thinking!

CL: ...

[Daniels telling Flores to toss McKenzie back under the ropes.
However Flores shakes his head refusing to actually get involved in
his match.  Daniels raises his arms as if he is asking "What are you
doing?"]

CL: Looks like the Dan's are having a bit of a disagreement.

FH: Now Flores decides he doesn't want to get involved.

[Finally Daniels drops down and rolls to the out.   Grabbing McKenzie
who pushes Daniels off and fires off a few right hands.  Daniels shell
shocked raises his hands and takes off the other direction and rolls
back inside the ring.]

CL: Daniels wasn't expecting McKenzie to be ready for him.  And Chance
is stepping back inside the ring.  Daniels charging ...

[Right into an exploder suplex.]


"___THUUUUUD___"


FH: See this is all Dan Flores fault.  When you don't follow Danny
Daniels plan things start to backfire.

[McKenzie rushing up the ropes now and Daniels pushes himself to his
feet.  Chance McKenzie leaps and catches him with a huracanrana!]


!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




!!! THREE !!!




CL: NO!  Danny Daniels just shot a shoulder up!  That was really close
and I think everyone in the whole arena all but thought it was over.

FH: He isn't the Supreme Champion for nothing, Chip.

[McKenzie is back up and springboards into a split leg moonsault, but
Daniels just gets his knees up to a big POP!]

CL: The fans getting behind Danny Daniels now.  Dan Flores on the
outside in support too.

FH: I was a Danny Daniels supporter before supporting Danny Daniels
was cool, Chip.

[McKenzie rolls off Daniels holding his midsection as Jessica Marshall
gives the referee an ear full.  Danny Daniels now back on his feet and
he drops McKenzie with an unexpected DDT.]

CL: Danny Daniels now headed back to that second ropes.  He is
pointing down at McKenzie and hits a diving head butt ...


"___SMAAAAACK___"


[TOODLES~! POP!]


FH: What now they like Toodles too?

CL: Daniels on his feet and he is returning to that second ropes and
calling for a _SECOND_ Toodles~!

FH: Nobody can survive _TWO_ Toodles, Chip.

[Jessica Marshall is there and she grabs a hold of Daniels leg.  He
turns and pulls it off, but the distraction was enough as McKenzie
grabs him from behind and a belly-to-back suplex off that second ropes
...]


"___THUUUUUUUD___"


CL: Marshall distraction was just enough!  Both Daniels and McKenzie
lay on the mat now.

FH: Dan Flores is saying something to Marshall...  No Dan Floes,
Jessica Marshall will not go on a date with you.

CL: I doubt that's what Flores was saying.

[Both men are now on their feet.  McKenzie charges and leaps up with
another headscissors, but this time Daniels underhooks him in mid-air
and drops down with a sit-out powerbomb.]


"___THUUUUUD___"


CL: THE COVER!


!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




[SO CLOSE BUT NO CIGAR KICK OUT POP!]


CL: This is turning out to be quite the back and forth battle here.

FH: Two of PVW's main event future right here, Chip.

CL: It's quite possible.  Don't forget to add Dan Flores in on the
outside in that group too.

FH: Flores makes a good manager like Jessica Marshall I guess.

CL: He did defeat Chance McKenzie to qualify for the Called Shot.
Danny Daniels now back on his feet he calls for Chance McKenzie to
rise.

[And as Chance does Daniels grabs the back of his head and charges him
towards the corner where Dan Flores stands and smashes his head right
into the turnbuckle.   Flores pumps his fist each time as Daniels
continues to slam McKenzie's forehead into the corner ... second ...
third ... fourth ... fifth ... sixth ... He then turns the dizzy
McKenzie around and whips his across with a big Irish Whip that flips
him up and _over_ the turnbuckles and to the outside.  Daniels then
charges and clotheslines him from inside the ring hooking his arm
around and Chance drops down onto the ring apron.]

[Daniels grabs McKenzie's leg and pulls him back under the ropes and
back inside the ring.  Drops down with a fist drop and makes _another_
cover.]


!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!


[BOOOOO!]


CL: Marshall just swung Daniels legs sideways breaking the pin.  And
Daniels points towards Marshall asking Flores if that is the Ninja.

FH: Wait maybe Marshall is the Shogun.  It would make sense.

CL: Umm ... I think that's for Samurais not Ninjas, Fred.

FH: Same difference.

CL: Actually quite the opposite.

FH: Are you some sort of Japanese historian now?  I've seen Kill Bill!

[Daniels now pulls McKenzie up who throws a thumb into the Supreme
Champion's eye socket.  Daniels then returns the favor throwing a
thumb into McKenzie's eye socket!]


[DOUBLE EYE SOCKET SPOT POP!]


CL: Daniels fighting dirty back!

FH: We just need Flores inside the ring and it could be a Three
Stooges re-enactment.

[Both men stumble back blinded a bit by each others thumb.  McKenzie
then charges and Daniels drops down for a back body drop, but McKenzie
up and over with a sunset flip!]


!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




CL: Daniels powers out.  Both men up and McKenzie leaps up and sits on
the shoulders of Daniels ...  VICTORY ROLL!


!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




FH: Daniels powers out.

CL: Both men are up ... Daniels leap fogs McKenzie ... Chance goes for
a hip toss, but Daniels blocks it.  Daniels goes for a back elbow, but
McKenzie quick on his feet ducks under it.  He goes for a step up
enziguri, but Daniels ducks under!

[Both men stand across from one another and they both hit the opposite
side of the ropes and collide into a shoulder block that send both men
stumbling backwards.  McKenzie charges and goes to leap up with his
knees under Daniels jaw, but Daniels shoves him off.  Daniels tosses a
chop to the throat of McKenzie that forces him to stumble backwards
gasping for air.]

CL: Daniels with a bit of an illegal move there.

FH: All in the name of good, Chip.

[Jessica Marshall seems to have had enough.  She is on the ring apron
just tearing into the referee ...]

FH: This isn't good ... Jessica Marshall has had enough.

CL: And Danny Daniels seems to be agreeing with Marshall saying that
the referee isn't doing a very good job.

[Flores lowers his head and shakes it ...  And while the conversation
rages on with Marshall, Barnett, and Daniels ... Chance McKenzie leaps
into another Spinning Savate Kick ...]


"___THWAAAAAAAP___"


CL: Another Haute Couture Kick that just drilled Daniels in the back
of the head!


!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




!!! THREE !!!




[BOOOOOO!]




*DING*DING*DING*



HD: The winner of the match - "Highlight" Chance McKenzie!!!


CL: McKenzie with a Merc-free match raises his hand in his biggest
victory yet in his young PVW career.

FH: Hey you have to give Chance his props it's hard to outsmart Danny
Daniels inside the ring.  However tonight he was the better man.

CL: And Dan Flores is inside the ring helping Danny Daniels back to
his feet.

[Daniels still coming too asks Flores if he "got the sneak attacking
Ninja?"]

FH: And it appears that Daniels is still feeling the effects of that
kick.

CL: No that's Danny Daniels being Danny Daniels.  Flores seems to be
trying to explain that McKenzie kicked him in the back of the head.

[Daniels seems to be listening intently and looking towards McKenzie
and Marshall who are now headed back up the aisle way in victory.  He
then turns to Flores and says - "Let's go find that Ninja!"]

CL: Poor Dan Flores.

FH: Poor Danny Daniels!  Flores failed at his job and didn't watch his
back.

[The camera cuts backstage to show a black pickup pulling into the
arena. Out of this steps Marcus Manson. He is wearing jeans and a PVW
T-shirt under his black trench coat, and has a gym bag slung over his
shoulder. His long black hair is pulled back into a tight ponytail, as
usual. Manson shuts the truck's door and heads into the arena. ]

Nevermind:  Hello Marcus.

[The Misery Machine whirls around towards the unseen speaker to see a
large man in a tattered flannel shirt over a fading, hole-filled black
t-shirt. He is wearing a black kilt fashioned from cast off fabric of
some kind and his combat boots are held together by thick strips of
silver tape.  His long black hair hangs limply in front of his face,
obscuring his eyes, and a shaggy, unkempt black beard hangs down a
full 6 inches from his jaw.  He is flanked on either side by two
equally dirty looking women.  One rail thin with dirty blonde hair,
the other, a chunky mousy-brown haired girl.]

Nevermind:  Sorry.  Didn't mean to startle you.    It's only me, your
tag team partner.

Manson: I can see that. Hell of a beard you're growing there. [Manson
jerks his chin towards one of the girls.] Who're the flunkies?

Nevermind:  Them?  They're nothing.  You ever hear of a remora fish?

Manson: Refresh my Memory.

Nevermind:  A remora is an ugly ass fish with a big sucker on its
head.  Its attaches itself to a bigger fish and tags along for the
ride, using the bigger fish for protection and eating its scraps.
That's what these two are, human remoras.   I call them the remora
sisters.  Never bothered to ask what their first names were.

Manson: Gotcha. What does this have to do with tonight? Did you want
something from me?

Nevermind:  I don't want anything, Marcus, you know that.  I just
thought I'd let you know, you don't have to worry about anything
tonight.  I'm not going to jump you during or after our match or
something pointless like that.

Manson: That's... reassuring.

Nevermind:  That way, you won't have anything distracting you from
breaking Gionet into itty-bitty pieces.  You take care of that, and
I'll handle Hartt.  Deal?

Manson: Divide and conquer. Sounds good to me. Let's just not get
ourselves disqualified too quickly or we won't get to have much fun.

Nevermind:   See you inside, Marcus.

Manson: Where will you be?

Nevermind:  Same place I've been for the past 10 years, nowhere.

[Nevermind walks off, the two scroungy women in tow.  Marcus Manson
watches them walk off for a few moments.]

Manson: Let the games begin.

[Manson shakes his head to himself before entering the arena.  Cut
back to ring side.]

CL: It appears that Manson and Nevermind are on the same page for
their match later on tonight when they step inside the ring with the
duo of Chris Hartt and Larry Gionet.

FH: Well as much as guys like Manson and Nevermind can be on the same
page.  I wouldn't want to be Chris Hartt or Larry Gionet later on
tonight.

CL: Chris Hartt has been chomping at the bits at getting some revenge.
One of PVW's originals and true fan favorites.  I am being told it's
time for the HIT finals.

FH: Any time Heat is in the ring it's an exciting watch.

[A terrible and pretty much typical J-Pop anime theme song comes on
over the loud speakers signaling the arrival of The Heat's opponent.]

El Vox: At a total combined weight of "No one will ever care" and
coming from "that one place where people get shoved into subway
trains"; here is Mister Roboto and Gundam Thing - The Manga Express!

[From out of the backstage area, through the curtain, comes one man
dressed in silver, black and green with ROBOTO written on his chest
and another in gold, red and blue (obviously Gundam Thing).]

FH: Another amazing and astonishing surprise pulled out by MAGIC and
the HIT organizers. I can't believe they managed to get the Mango
Cyrpus to participate in the Heat Invitational Tournament. I knew the
HIT was gigantic and prestigious but even I did not know how gigantic
and prestigious!

CL: Fred, c'mon! It's probably two guys Arvelle LaFayette found in the
parking lot earlier today. Look at them! They are dressed like goofs
and don't seem to be wrestlers.

FH: If they aren't wrestlers then...

[We get a shot of Fred Hoyle covering his mouth briefly]

FH: My god! The Heat are brave enough to take on ninjas! Someone
increase their salary!

CL:  Fred, if they were actual ninjas, wouldn't they do a better job
of, oh, I don't know, NOT BEING SEEN?!

FH:  My god, you're right...

CL:  Finally!  It's about time you gave up this nonse--

FH:  ...they're obviously decoy ninjas in order to hide the fact that
there's an attack happening somewhere else!  Somebody alert Danny
Daniels and warn President Detson!

CL:  *sigh*

[And, of course, here comes Simon LeBon, courtesy of Ferry Corsten...]

# Oh woman you make me feel
# Like I'm fire
# Oh woman you make it real
# It's the only way for me

[...and the voice of none other than Arvelle "MAGIC" LaFayette - who
emerges from backstage with his skinny frame in a sequined gold and
red tuxedo jacket with matching red cumberbum, gold pants and golden
wire frame glasses.]

AML: LAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAADIES AND LOVELY LASSES; women of
all consenting ages! Welcome to the grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr-eatest show
from the bedroom to the wrestling ring. I am the MAGIC man; the one
and only Arvelle LaFayette who brings to you sweet and sassy Sallys
none other than the fabulous, fantastic, fiery and ferocious HEAT!
Before we get to the meat that makes all you girls go goo-goo and ga-
ga; let me remind the gentlemen that we haven't forgot you.

[Stepping out from the back, on cue, is Miss Florine Walker-Davies.
Miss Florine is dressed in a very dangerous yellow gown, one sans back
and a slit so high that one wonders just how it is staying on. In Miss
Florine's hand is a white umbrella, which she twirls expertly.]

AML: Take a look at that, boys. You can't touch but you can look and
lust after none other than Miss Flooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooorine!
But now we get to the MAIN EVENT! The salacious shin-dig that will get
you saucy Saras so hot and bothered we're going to need an army of
janitors to mop up the flood that'll rock this here stadium after you
feast your famished eyes on the real men who are about to hit the
ring. First, from OAXACA, OAXACA ESTADOS UNIDOS MEXICO, he is the beef
that can make a woman swear off any substitute for the real thing and
make a lesbian renounce fish for the rest of her life. This man is
truly all that is man. An Adonis that will astonish and a example that
all the femmes want to sample! Chiseled from the finest materials the
world has ever known, this hunk is the one man any senorita would lay
out a lavish spread for, if you catch my drift! Weighing a solid,
steely and oh so sexy 240 pounds; this is a man you mamacitas know as
*deep breath* FranciscoGabrielMaximillienIsadoreOsorioMagnon

[Holy crap, that's one long name.]

AML: ...aka "EL MACHISMO MAGNIFICO Y GUAPO" PACO MAGNON!

[PACO Magnon emerges, shirtless with a straw cowboy hat on his head
and a stalk of straw in his mouth. Magnon is dressed in flame motif
chaps with his bull over the crotch wrestling spankies (in fiery red).
The spangles on his chaps jiggle as PACO does a variety of hip
thrusts.]

AML: But that ain't all! Introducing the mountain of muscle that you
fantastic Fridas want to tussle. He's the Hammer from Haiti; the
Mammoth from Miami; the South Florida Fantasy; the Sex Train who'll
rail ladies from coast to coast and sea to sea. From MIAMI, FLORDIA,
he is the whopper that is gonna be the topper to several lucky
lovelies
to-night! Weighing in at a sculpted 265 pounds; this is none other
than
MAXIME JEAN-BAPTISTE!

[Finally, Maxime  shows up, dressed in bicycle length wrestling trunks
that are an electric red with yellow stripes up the side. Maxime's
hair is braided and his always there red handkerchief is tied around
his forehead, with much of it unfurled and going over his hair. Maxime
and PACO high five as huge sparklers go off.]

AML: Folks, you don't have to worry about forces of nature... except
the HEAT!



_____ ____  _________________________________________________________
/__   \ ___|              TRADITION V - MESA, ARIZONA
/ /\/___ \                     HIT FINALS:
/ /   ___) |             The Manga Express v. HEAT
\/   |____/ _________________________________________________________




*DING*DING*DING*


CL: And, finally, we are near the end of the farce that has been the
Heat Invitational "Tournament".

FH: Don't start with that fiction other, lesser tag teams, like Sam
and Mack or The Lorenzo Lamas Rejects want you to spew. The HIT
gathered, from what Arvelle told me, 300 of the greatest tag teams in
history to compete in an event several years in the making. Nobody can
put on a tag team tournament like the HEAT!

CL: Do you honestly believe that, Fred?

FH: Has MAGIC ever lied to us before... wait, don't answer that
because you'll make up some story. When do your lies stop, Chip?

[Starting off the match for their respective teams are Paco and Gundam
Thing. Magnon, in a magnanimous display of cockiness, thrusts his chin
out and motions that Gundam Thing can take a free shot. Thing looks at
Paco, then the crowd. Magnon again motions for the free shot. GT
doesn't wait for another egging on as he reaches back and punches Paco
right on the chin. The rudo's eyes go wide as saucers as Magnon is
knocked flat on his ass. Paco scampers to his corner and says
something to Arvelle and Maxime.]

CL: And maybe, just maybe, these Manga Express guys won't be such roll
over, cherry picked opponents.

FH: What are you talking about? Did you see that dirty ninja trick?
PACO was willing to give Guttenberg, Steve, a chance to apologize for
being rude and what did that get him? A punch in the face! I can't
believe the audacity of Gumby Ping!

CL: And Arvelle is giving some advice and reassurance to Magnon, but
the luchador is wary as he gets to his feet. Paco looks back at his
corner as he stands up, then towards Gundam Thing, and now back at his
corner again.

FH: I wouldn't take my eyes of Gothbert Sling either. I hear he stole
a car to get here.

CL: Where would you hear something like that, Fred?

FH: I have my sources! You wouldn't know them because they are secret!

CL: And made up.

FH: I make up a lot of things but sources? Never! ...wait, I mean...

CL: Too late Fred; too late.

[Paco decides to rush Gundam this time, but is met with a hiptoss.
Paco rises up again and charges for a second time, but is met with an
armdrag! Magnon scurries back to his corner, on his knees, and hugs
his partner around the waist, obviously not pleased with the current
outcome of the match.]

FH: Look at those underhanded tactics by Gubernatorial Fling! I can't
believe this joke of a referee has allowed such things to go on! This
just speaks volumes of the tenacity and stick to it-tiveness of the
HEAT!

CL: The match is less than a minute old and Paco Magnon is pouting to
his manager and teammate because their opponent has put up more of a
fight than their first three combined.

FH: You are such a heartless man, Chip. Are you even a man? Am I
working with an automata? You're probably a replicant!

[The referee tries to get Paco back into the match while an impatient
Gundam Thing gets the audience going. This only serves to make Paco
cover his ears. Finally, mercifully, Paco tags in Maxime and the big
man from Miami moves in, looking quite cocky. Maxime and Gundam Thing
are in a test of strength, neither man moving an inch, despite Max
having about a 20 pound weight advantage over Maxime.  Mister Roboto
starts to clap his hands, trying to get the crowd behind the Manga
Express. Down on the floor, MAGIC, starts to blow his air horn to
disrupt the fans. The referee is momentarily distracted by Miss
Florine, who has a demure hold of his collar and is blushing like a
little school girl while holding the referee in place.]

CL: And just what is going on? Why is the official paying attention to
Ms. Walker-Davies?

FH: *breathing a little bit harder* Look at her, Chiperooski! Are you
telling me you wouldn't be distracted if a lady as hot as Miss Florine
paid you any attention? Heck, you'd probably be flummoxed if Rob
Cole's wife snotted at you!

CL: Fred, you are disgusting.

FH: Chip, you need glasses because I think you're confusing me with
Mrs. Cole... get your hand away from there Chip!

[While this is going on, Paco jumps the ring ropes and rushes toward
Gundam Thing but Paco is cut off by a drop kick an also entering
Mister Roboto. The smaller member of the HEAT knee crawls back to his
corner as Mister Roboto makes his exit. Maxime finally starts to lose
some ground to Gundam Thing as he is distracted by his teammate's
predicament. A boot to the midsection by Thing doubles over Maxime
and GT capitalizes by setting up Maxime in an abdominal stretch!
Maxime
howls in pain while MAGIC complains about such dirty tricks!]

CL: So far, the Heat has looked like they are ill-prepared to fight
actual opponents.

FH: Chip, didn't you see them take on the Status Quo? The Heat knows
how to handle all opposition. I think this is just part of the
international PVW conspiracy. First Gibson Hayes and now the Heat! The
conspiracy must have sub-contracted some ninjas from a lesser
conspiracy.

CL: Just what in the hell are you going on about.

FH: This is big, real big. I don't think I can talk about it any more.

CL: You have no idea what you are talking about.

FH: SHHHH! It's that big that even I don't understand it, Chip!

[Gundam Thing really has a hold of Maxime, but thankfully, the Heat
has Miss Florine. Florine gets up on the ring apron as the referee is
checking the abdominal stretch and leans over, giving Thing an eyeful
of Southern Bells. Gundam is so focused on seeing the hills of
Arkansas that he and his equally distracted partner, Mister Roboto, do
not notice Arvelle reaching into the ring and pulling Gundam's right
leg, sending him and Maxime tumbling down.]

FH: Look at that! Guntrigger Elephant can't even keep his balance!

CL: And Maxime with an incidental cover!


1...


CL: And that's all he gets as Gundam Thing shoves Maxime off of him...
wait, did you call him Guntrigger Elephant?

FH: That's his name in Japan, I swear!

CL: Do you even hear yourself speak?

FH: Yes... every now and again. I tune out because you get so preachy
and boring, Chip. Really, it's your fault.

[Maxime gets up to a vertical base, only to be taken down by a
head butt from G-Thing, which sends him back first onto the mat.
Another stand up and this time Maxime is set to the mat with...
another head butt. Maxime gets up even faster but is thrown into the
ropes by Gundam Thing. A vicious lariat from Gundam Thing spins Maxime
and the big man of the Heat takes meeting the mat as a sign to get out
of dodge!]

CL: And Maxime slides out of the ring. Arvelle LaFayette over to try
and get his man back on track after the surprise competency of the
Manga Express!

FH: You've doubted the ability of each and every one of the HIT
participants and yet, now, seeing just how good the other finals
qualifying team has been, you still put down the other great HIT
teams? You're awful, Chip!

[Arvelle grabs Maxime by the shoulders and shakes him, trying to get
his man to focus. Paco hops down and the three huddle up, with Arvelle
telling the ref to "mind his manners". Meanwhile, in the ring, Gundam
Thing and Mister Roboto are in the ring. Gundam Thing takes his
partner and launches Mister Roboto into a high-cross bodyblock on the
Heat members on the floor.]

CL: What a display of athleticism by the Manga Express!

FH: What a display of bullcrap bias by the referee for not
disqualifying those cheating cheaters for their illegal assault on the
Heat!

[Arvelle and Maxime are in a heap on the outside while the referee
begins to count. While Gundam Thing is gloating, watching the carnage
on the floor, PACO has entered the ring...]

CL: Dropkick to the back of the head of Gundam Thing! Paco Magnon
getting quite a bit of elevation to hit a target that tall!

FH: Paco is a renown luchadore; he can fly, go to the mat and please a
metric ton of ladies all in the same night!

CL: How much did he pay you to spout those lies?

FH: A gentleman never tells... lies! How could you suggest such a
thing, Chip!?

[Maxime, Arvelle and Roboto finally get untangled, only to have a
dropkicked Gundamn Thing land on them! Following suit, Paco gets a
running start and does a tope over the top rope, onto everyone! The
camera then focuses on Miss Florine because, well, wouldn't you?]

CL: My goodness! Paco Magnon just took out everyone and anyone with
that no hands tope!

FH: I'm telling you, Chip, Paco and Maxime are the real deal. These
Panda Empress folk are good, but they aren't HEAT good!

[The referee barks that two men need to get into the ring right bloody
now, and so Paco grabs Mr. Roboto and throws him back into the ring.
Despite those two not being the legal men, the referee allows it to
get the match on track. Paco tosses Roboto into the far ropes and goes
for a back body drop but Roboto leapfrogs over Paco. Another go around
and Paco tries to lariat the Mister, but instead ends up being pulled
into a crucifix for a pinning attempt!]

1...

*sharp whistle*

2...

...

...

[The referee is staring at Florine, who is playing with the very
dangerous top of her very dangerous dress. Mister Roboto and Paco,
too, are staring.]

CL: A 12 count could have happened by now!

FH: Chip, why do you hate all that is good in the world?

[Paco manages to refocus and escape the crucifix. Maxime and Gundam
are back in their corners and the distraction has worn off on both the
referee and Roboto (because Florine stopped since her job was done).
Paco delivers a low blow to Roboto and gives the doubled over masked
man a rising knee lift to the kisser for his troubles. Roboto staggers
back into the ropes and falls out thanks to Arvelle pulling down the
top rope!]

CL: The referee warning MAGIC as Mr. Roboto tumbles to the hard
concrete.

FH: Warning MAGIC for what? The clumsiness of an inferior, foreign
wrestler?

CL: Both Paco Magnon and Maxime Jean-Baptiste are from outside the
United States.

FH: But in their hearts they are Americans! That is more than I can
say for Fisto Rabid Bottle and Googleberg Humperdink!

[Roboto gets up to his feet on the outside and Paco takes this moment
to go for a baseball slide, but instead Roboto pulls MAGIC in the way!
The mouthpiece of the HEAT goes flying and Paco is beside himself on
the outside! Roboto hits a European uppercut then an ear ringer on the
Oaxaca native, before sending him back in the ring. Roboto climbs in
after Paco and delivers a front flip standing senton to Paco, then
rolling to his own corner and bringing in Gundam Thing. The Manga
Express do a tandem Irish whip then a flap jack into a stomach breaker
combination. Paco flies up at least two feet off the knee and hops
around the ring in pain. Paco turns around and is taken into a
fireman's carry by Gundam Thing, who promptly delivers an airplane
spin, tossing Paco towards his own corner. The Gundam Thing waits as
Paco tries to get up, then barks at Paco to tag in his partner, which
is really after the fact since Paco isn't wasting any time in getting
out of the ring.]

CL: Tag to Maxime, and Gundam Thing moving in... Maxime delivers a
crescent kick to the chest of Thing! Maxime in a ginga and Thing goes
at him again, overhead kick from a handstand response from Maxime
twirling into a leg sweep! Maxime now stepping on the chest of Thing,
taunting Roboto! The referee with a count... not even a one as Thing
thrusts his shoulder up... and gets met with a grinding heel to the
face!

FH: You can't beat the Heat, you can only find some shade and it looks
like it is going to be high noon sooner rather than later for the
Magnet Ellipses!

[Maxime grabs a handful of mask and yank/tosses Thing into a neutral
corner. Gundam slumps in the corner and Maxime sets up for a running
front kick... Gundamn rolls out of the way! Maxime has his left leg
caught inbetween the turnbuckles as Gundam rushes to his corner to
make the tag to Mr. Roboto! Roboto hits the ground running, delivering
a dropkick to the back of Jean-Baptiste, sending the big man further
into the turnbuckles. A quick roll up from Roboto pulls Maxime out
into a pinning count that only gets a one. Maxime rushes back up and
gets met with a hurricanrana! Maxime regains his footing again and it
looks like the Mister is going for a victory roll... only Maxime shows
his power by not budging, causing Roboto to fall to the mat. Maxime
grabs the legs of Roboto and performs a giant swing, tossing the
Mister towards the neutral corner and head first into the bottom
turnbuckle. A tag to Paco and Maxime launches his partner into Roboto
like a torpedo! Roboto is trying to shake out the cobwebs and using
the ropes to climb up, his back turned to the ring, only  to get hit
by a flying shoulder tackle from Magnon. Paco isn't done, as he
transition to a bridging German suplex!]

One!

...


...


TWO!

...


...


Roll out!

CL: And the Heat have recovered from the initial shock of probably
having to face a real opponent!

FH: Nonsense! This is the Heat! They just wanted to make the two other
guys look good because it is easy to look awful when you're getting
beat by the Heat!

CL: You are talking to Arvelle way too much lately, Fred.

FH: He's my brother from another mother!

[Magnon does a throat slash gesture, much to the pleasure of a
recovered Arvelle "MAGIC" LaFayette.]

CL: Paco backing off, waiting for Roboto to recover. Roboto is up, and
his back is turned to Magnon. Paco stamps his right boot and lunges...
Roboto falls to the ground! Mister Roboto had the Puta Maker scouted!
The superkick to the back of the head missed and Paco came *THIS*
close to hitting his partner! Maxime's eyes are saucer wide and the
two look at one another, shouting!

FH: They are shouting because they are frustrated with all the
cheating the referee is letting the Mongol Egret do.

[Mr. Roboto rolls behind Paco and as Magnon turns around, still
jawjacking with his partner, Roboto whips him into the ropes! Roboto
grabs a hold of Paco as he rebounds and...]

CL: STUNGUN! Paco Magnon literally bounced out of one of his shoes
from that impact! Cover!

One...



[Maxime rushes into the ring but is met by a charging Gundam Thing!]


Two...


[Paco tries to kick out but Mr. Roboto has both of Paco's legs
hooked!]


Two POINT Five...


[Arvelle, who was on the other side of the ring, lunges!


CL: THREE!


*DING DING DING*

El Vox: The winners of the match and the winners of the 2011 HEAT
INVITATIONAL TOURNAMENT... The MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANGA
EXPRESS!!!

CL: What an upset! The Heat have lost the Heat Invitational
Tournament!

FH: FIX! That referee must have had money riding on this match!
Unfair! Someone call CEO Detson! Wait, we got to go to the next US
President! Someone get me Gibson Hayes! He'll tell us who is behind
this conspiracy!

[Two ladies dressed in black and white evening gowns come down to the
ring, bringing with them the five tiered HIT trophy, as seen earlier
this evening. Inside the ring, the referee raises the arms of Mister
Roboto and Gundam Thing, as Arvelle "Magic" Lafayette, PACO Magnon,
and Maxime Jean-Baptiste mutter to themselves.  A microphone makes its
way into the ring, and Mister Roboto picks it up.]

Mr. R:  The HEAT Invitation Tournament...

CL:  Wait a second... I know that voice!

[Gundam Thing has been unlacing his mask...]

Mr. R:  How in the world can there be a great tag team tournament in
PVW...

[Gundam Thing finishes unlacing his mask, reaches over, and pulls the
mask off Mister Roboto, revealing...]

Sal:  ...and somehow we lost our invitation?

[BIG POP!  As Max and Sal stand in the ring, unmasked.  Sal tosses the
microphone to the big man of the team.]

Max:  We ran into the guys who were the Manga Express, and they didn't
want to be here.  So we offered to take their place.  After all, you
guys needed good opponents, we were free tonight...

Sal:  It's been a great tournament, guys.  We're honored to be the
first winners!

[Oh, and if you thought you'd seen someone become very cross, well,
you haven't seen Arvelle LaFayette fume.]

AML: Oh, y'all hams from that Yankee place or whatever pulled a fast
one, and I am a might mad... but I can respect pulling one out when ya
have no business and are outclassed. Y'all won, almost fair and
square. Lemme present to you the prize of the evening. Here's the Heat
Invitational Tournament championship trophy! It sure is a HIT!

[Arvelle offers up the trophy to Sal, who is wary. The audience urges
Sal to take the trophy and, finally, Sal relents... only to get a
trophy over the head!]


"___THUUUUUUUUUUD___"


[BOOOOOOOOO!]


[Maxime and Max face off, beating on one another. Paco and Maxime have
the upper hand, it being 2-1, until Sal recovers. Sal and Max clear
the ring, with the Heat beating a fast retreat but MAGIC yelling: This
ain't over, you carpet baggers!]

CL: Whoa ... Max and Sal were under the masks the whole time and came
out the winners of the HIT!

FH: Max and Sal are writing checks they can't cash.

CL: I don't know about that, Fred.  Listen to the fans ... Max and Sal
are quickly becoming two of PVW's biggest fan favorites.

FH: What does that mean?  Absolutely nothing!

CL: Well let's go backstage as the camera's continue to roll.

[Tara "Sunburst" Marshall opens the door to her husband's locker room,
and steps in.  Tom Landis is standing in front of a mirror, lost in
thought.  Not even the presence of his wife snaps him out of it at
first.]

TSM: Hun.  Hey. [whistles] Tom!

TL: Huh?  Oh, hey babe.

TSM: What's wrong?

TL: Just the usual, worrying about Em.

TSM: I know, but we've done everything we can.  The ball is in her
court now, she has to have realized what's happened by this time.

TL: She may know a version of it, but I doubt she's heard the whole
story.

TSM: Even still, this isn't good.  You've got to put her out of your
mind for the time being, or Perry's going to do exactly what he claims
he's able to do to anyone, he's going to destroy you.  Tonight, it's
not about Emily.  It's not even about Perry.  It's about you.

[Tom smiles, and kisses his wife's forehead as he pulls her in close.]

TL: Thanks babe.  I can always count on you to set my head right.

Which is why I need you to stay backstage during the match.

[Tara's eyes bug out, she pulls away from Tom and looks at him with
incredulous eyes.]

TSM: WHAT?  Why would you say that?

TL: Because that piece of garbage wouldn't be above putting his hands
on you, I'm sure of that much at least.  Look what he did to his poor
uncle on Heatwave, he saw nothing wrong with putting his hands on an
elderly man.  Why should he think any differently of you, especially
in the heat of the moment?

[Tara shrugs.]

TSM: Family?

TL: Yeah, he does love that word.  He's like a broken record with
that. Trouble is, a broken record tends to skip.  And I don't want you
anywhere near him when his temper flares, I want him to come at me and
me alone. This is going to end tonight, one way or another.

TSM: Alright, I'll stay backstage.  Just make sure you win.

TL: Don't worry, it's all I'm thinking of now.

[Cut back to ring side.]

CL: Tom Landis appears ready for his match tonight with his brother in
law, Perry Fontana.

FH: Yeah ready to be Amputated.

CL: I wouldn't want to be Perry Fontana right about now.  While
Fontana has been poking fun at the whole "family" situation.  Tom
Landis takes family very serious and he has months and months of
frustration to unleash on his brother in law tonight.

FH: And Perry Fontana does too.  You forget he poured his heart and
soul into Everlasting Hell.  It was Tom Landis fault that the duo
broke up.

CL: You don't honestly believe that do you?

FH: I do ... Perry Fontana told me so!

CL: You are hopeless.  Let's go to the ring where the Voice is
standing by for our next match.

A familiar guitar riff blasts across the arena from the loudspeakers,
followed by a few driving drum beats and finally the power chords that
signal the opening of Nirvana's "Smells Like Teen Spirit" trigger a
loud chorus of boos and jeers from the crowd.  After a few moments,
the man known only as Nevermind walks calmly through the curtain and
stands on the stage.  His long, greasy black hair hangs down over his
eyes, and a thick, unkempt beard covers his face and hangs down
several inches below his jawline.  He is dressed in a black kilt, and
his combat boots are held together by thick strips of silver duct
tape.  A greying and dingy flannel is wrapped around his waist by the
sleeves and his torso is garbed in the only item of clothing of his
that appears to be relatively clean --  a brand new black t-shirt with
the words "King of Nothing" in white block letters across the chest.
He stands there, staring out blankly towards the ring as the the words
written upon his t-shirt appear on the over-sized screen behind him.
The caption vanishes from the screen and is replaced by the single
word "nevermind..." in small white letters upon a black screen.]

HD:  From Seattle, Washington...  Standing 6 feet, 5 inches tall and
weighing in at 270 pounds... this is ...


  !!! NEVERMIND !!!


[Nevermind begins to walk down the aisle, ignoring the catcalls and
angry shouts directed at him from all sides.  Upon reaching the ring,
he rolls lazily under the bottom rope and crawls over to his corner
where he merely sits on the mat, leaning against the turnbuckles.]

CL: There's the man, who for months has been showing up in PVW venues
around Arizona.  I am still unsure what the whole point was, but in
the end it's lead us to here.

FH: Nevermind is a beast ... He is truly the king of nothing.  I
actually feel a little sorry for Chris Hartt and Larry Gionet tonight.

[Pale blue spotlights illuminate the aisle from underneath, playing
off of a thin mist rising from the floor... creating an ethereal-
looking effect as the powerful frame of Marcus Manson slowly walks
through the curtain.

Backlighting Manson's entry is the big screen, which shows only the
words "CAN YOU HANDLE THE MISERY?" in bright pale blue lettering...
along with the aisle lighting, this is the only source of light in the
arena.]

HD: And his tag team partner from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania and weighs
in tonight at two hundred and ninety five pounds ... this is ... "The
Misery Machine" ...


!!! MARCUS MANSON !!!


[Marcus is wearing a dark longcoat over his full-length black tights,
red kneepads and elbowpads, and black striking gloves and boots.
Manson climbs the steps, and looks over the crowd with a scowl before
stepping over the top rope into the ring.]

CL: And joining Nevermind is Marcus Manson ... The Misery Machine ...
The
man who has been brutalizing anyone in his path.  First Hersher von
Donkerhardt and then Caleb Foley.

FH: Then Donkerhardt again!

CL: Thankfully Foley, Hartt and Gionet assisted the PVW American
Champion before the damage was too much.

FH: It's their funeral.

HD: And their opponents ...

['Unbreakable' by Fireflight plays over the speakers, as video footage
of Chris Hartt's past matches play in a sequence of his best spots and
punishing moves. Hartt walks out from the back and down the aisle,
holding hands out to a few fans, but keeping his hard eyes and steady
gaze on his opponents in the ring.]

CL: Check out the eyes of Chris Hartt. He's just staring at the two
men in the ring.

FH: Hartt's is just upset that he is on a serious losing streak.

CL: You can't win every match, Fred.

FH: Especially when you align yourself with someone named Caleb Foley.

[Hartt stops at the end of the aisle way and waits for his partner.]

HD: And his partner ... from Stoughton, Massachusetts, and weighing in
at 235lbs...

[The Crowd chants the PVW Warriors name as the lights dim to black as
the booming intro of "Grind" by Alice in Chains can be heard through
the PA system.]

# In the darkest hole, you'd be well advised #
# Not to plan my funeral before the body dies, yeah #
# Come the morning light, it's a see through show #
# What you may have heard and what you think you know, yeah #

HD: This is ... The PVW Warrior ...


!!! LARRY  GIONET !!!


[Larry Gionet slowly walks to the ring as the chants become louder. He
is sporting a new look wearing a hooded a MMA style robe in red with
black lining.

With a menacing look on his face, he stops at ringside and raises a
head to stare at the crowd with a deep stare taking in a very deep
breath.]

# Let the sun never blind your eyes #
# Let me sleep so my teeth don't grind #
# Hear a sound from a voice inside #

[The music crashes around him as he heads towards the ring. When
Gionet reaches Hartt the two men quickly shake hands and for the ring.
Climbing the stairs, Gionet makes his way along the ring apron's edge.
He looks out across the rows of waving fans, and hand locked on the
top rope, steps inside with authority. Larry Gionet walks right across
the ring as he climbs the buckles and pounds his fists as the cheers
continue for the PVW Warrior. Hartt slides under the bottom rope and
pushes himself to his feet and glares at Nevermind and Marcus Manson.]

# Sure to play a part, so you love the game #
# And in truth your lies become one and same, yeah #
# I could set you free, rather hear the sound #
# Of your body breaking as I take you down, yeah #

[The lights begin to rise as Gionet drops the hood from his robe
exposing his new black hair spiked on the top.  He throws off his robe
to the side ...]

CL: AND HARTT AND GIONET AREN'T WAITING FOR THE BELL!


[HUGE POP!]


_____ ____  _________________________________________________________
/__   \ ___|              TRADITION V - MESA, ARIZONA
/ /\/___ \                 PVW Tag Team Grudge Match:
/ /   ___) |        Hartt & Gionet v. Manson & Nevermind
\/   |____/ _________________________________________________________




*DING*DING*DING*


[The crowd is still going crazy as 'The Paladin' Chris Hartt and Larry
Gionet are punching away at Marcus Manson and Nevermind forcing the
heels back into opposite turnbuckle corners.  As their opponents get
worn down, 'The Paladin' Chris Hartt and Larry Gionet look on at each
other and then proceed to whip Nevermind and Marcus Manson out of the
corners, causing both men to smash into each other.  'The Paladin' now
leaves the ring, but not before he tosses Marcus Manson out, and
leaves
the match to Larry Gionet and Nevermind.]

CL: This should be great match. Nevermind has cost both Gionet and
Hartt matches here in Phoenix Valley Wrestling while Marcus Manson is
a new man in recent weeks.

[Larry Gionet waits for Nevermind to get up and, when he does, he
nails his opponent with a deep arm drag and then gives him another
when he gets back up.  Once Nevermind gets up from the second arm
drag, Larry Gionet catches him and sends him crashing to the mat with
a thunderous belly to belly suplex that nearly blows the roof off the
arena.  Wasting no time, Larry Gionet picks Nevermind and whips him
into the ropes.  On the comeback, The Phoenix Valley Warrior catches
him with a high knee to the face and then follows it up with a
blistering clothesline that nearly takes Nevermind's head off.]

CL: Listen to the reaction Larry Gionet is getting here tonight!  I
don't think I've ever heard a crowd get this loud.

FH: Don't worry it is Larry Gionet he will make a mistake soon enough.

[Suddenly, Nevermind gets up and immediately moves over to his corner
and tags in Marcus Manson.  When "The Misery Machine" gets in, the
arena fills with a wave of boos as they show their hatred for Marcus
Manson.  Manson, now in the ring, starts to stalk Gionet a bit before
he points to Hartt and demands that Gionet tags him in.]

FH: You better listen to him Larry Gionet or you'll end up like your
good buddy Caleb Foley did.

[Larry Gionet is more than happy to tag his partner in and, when he
goes over to tag Chris Hartt in, Marcus Manson thoguh rushes in and
drives a knee to the back of Larry Gionet.  The impact sends Gionet
sprawling to the mat and Manson wastes no time applying the boots to
the back of Gionet's head. The crowd begins to boo loudly as Manson
pulls Gionet to his feet and shoves Gionet hard into the ropes and
drills him with a boot to the head as rebounds off of them.]


"___CRRRAAACCCK___"


FH: Classic Manson! He suckered Gionet into making a tag and now he's
paying for it.

[Manson grabs Gionet he tosses him into Hartt forcing the tag. Manson
stays on the advantage as he pulls him over the top rope where he
begins to punch away at the PVW's first ever American Heritage
champion ... ]

FH: GO MARCUS GO!

CL: This isn't speed racer ...

FH: What?

CL: Nevermind ...

FH: Is on the apron.

CL: I know that?

FH: Then why did you ask where he was?

CL: I didn't ...

[With the crowd booing him like crazy, Manson continues to pound away
at the face of Hartt. After the sixth shot Hartt staggers into the
ropes and he drills him with a nasty elbow that sends Hartt to the
mat. Manson grabs Hartt and pulls him to his feet and slaps the taste
out of his mouth.]


"___SMMMAAACCCK___"


[Before Chris Hartt can react, Marcus Manson grabs him by the arm and
drills him with a brutal short arm clothesline that sends 'The
Paladin' crashing to the mat.  Now in control, Marcus Manson pulls
Hartt back up by the arm, rushes him over to his corner, and drives
his face in the turnbuckle corner before Nevermind grabs a hold of
him...]

CL: Nevermind has Hartt in his grasp and, here comes Marcus
Manson....Oh lord! Marcus Manson just drove his knee into The
Paladin's gut and he drove it hard!

[Chris Hartt is now doubled over and Manson responds by sending him
all the way to the mat with a vicious DDT.  With Hartt down, Marcus
Manson points at the crowd to look at their fallen hero before he
kicks him in the face.  The crowd is nearly ready to kill Manson at
this point but it doesn't The Misery Machine Marcus Manson as he picks
Chris Hartt up, punches him in the face, and puts him over his
shoulder.]

FH: What's Marcus Manson going to do now.....

CL: It looks like tombstone attempt ... Wait a minute! Larry Gionet is
in the ring ... Dropkick! Larry Gionet just dropkicked Chris Hartt and
'The Paladin' goes crashing down onto Marcus Manson! What a heads up
move by The PVW Warrior!

[The crowd is now back on their feet as Larry Gionet just gave 'The
Paladin' Chris Hartt a new sign of life.  However, the mood grows ill
again as Marcus Manson is the first up and he tags Nevermind in.  With
Hartt down, Nevermind drops a nice leg drop across his neck before
picking him up.  Nevermind now has Hartt in his control and proceeds
to send him right back to the mat with a beautiful head and arm
suplex. Nevermind slowly sits back up and just stares at Hartt on the
mat. Nevermind slowly slinks over for the cover ...]



!!! ONE !!!





!!! TWO !!!



CL: And Larry Gionet interrupts the count with a kick to the head of
Nevermind!

FH: Do something ref!

CL: What's he going to do?  That was perfectly legal!

FH: It is not legal! And you know it, Chip.

[Nevermind doesn't even look at Larry Gionet as the referee is quick
to do his job.  The six foot five, two hundred and seventy pounder
pulls The Paladin up and drives him backwards with a European
uppercut.  He grabs ands sends Hartt into the ropes ... And catches
him on the rebound with a tilt-a-whirl back breaker ...]


"___CRAAAACK___"


FH: I bet Chris Hartt wishes he was back to playing with the likes of
RJ Souza or Chase Williams.

CL: Chris Hartt has defeated many of bigger men in the PVW.  The only
mistake Chris Hartt made was showing any sort of humanity towards this
beast.

[Larry Gionet shouts towards Nevermind on the ring apron and Nevermind
charges and drives a huge right hand sending the PVW Warrior off the
ring apron and to the outside.  Gionet stands on the outside
challenging Nevermind now ... And the 6'5 beast charges ...]


[HOLY BLEEP POP!]


CL: SUICIDE DIVE BY NEVERMIND ONTO LARRY GIONET ON THE OUTSIDE!!!

FH: Let me say this again for those who missed it.  _DON'T_ piss this
guy off.

[Nevermind went crashing into Larry Gionet like a missile sending both
men down on the outside.  Marcus Manson saying "screw it" is right
over two and the two beasts start working over the PVW Warrior with
double stomps.]

THUMP!

THUMP!

THUMP!

THUMP!

THUMP!

CL: Manson and Nevermind are just stomping _through_ Larry Gionet on
the outside.  And Chris Hartt has pulled himself up.  He is looking
around holding his back from that vicious back breaker.

FH: Chris Hartt would do himself a favor and just run right about now.

CL: That isn't Chris Hartt's style ... He is climbing the ropes.  HE
LEAPS WITH A DIVE HIMSELF INTO THE MESS!

[ROARING HELL YEAH POP!]

CL: AND HARTT LANDS ON ALL THREE MEN!

FH: Hartt looks to have hurt himself with the fall.  That guy may have
a lot of heart, but he isn't that bright.

[Gionet first to reach his feet and he grabs Nevermind and drives a
close range forearm.  This seems to have just awaken the beast.
Nevermind grabs the forehead of Gionet and smashes his forward.]


"___CRAAACK___"


CL: Brutal close range head butt by Nevermind.  Marcus Manson now has
Chris Hartt up and he goes to send him towards the ring apron ...
Hartt
_counters_ and Manson goes back first into the side of that ring
apron.


"___THUUUUUD___"


FH: Turn around and watch your life flash before your eyes, Chris!

[And Hartt turns around just in time to eat a charging yakuza kick by
Nevermind crushing into the skull of the Paladin.  Nevermind now
stands over the half broken Paladin and picks him up and rolls him
back under the ropes and returns inside the ring himself.]

CL: Nevermind is just a walking beast of destruction, Fred.  I am not
sure who is going to be able to stand toe-to-toe with this mammoth.

FH: The answer is quite simple ... Nobody.  Maybe PVW can call Spectre
back?

[Nevermind slowly drags Hartt to his feet by his hair. The crowd
cheers as Hartt catches Nevermind in the gut with a right hand and a
second right. Nevermind though drives his knee into the face of Hartt
cutting off any hopes of a come back as he whips Hartt into the
ropes.]

CL: Hartt rebounding ... Nevermind scoops him up ...


"___TTTHHHUUUDDD___"


FH: Squatter Slam! Chris Hartt was driven hard into the mat with that
side slam!

[Nevermind once again slowly sits up and tilts his head to look at
Hartt who is wincing in pain on the mat.]

CL: I just can't figure Nevermind out ...

FH: There's nothing to figure out, Chip. He enjoys pain and suffering
that's it.

[Nevermind slowly stands to his feet and drops a knee to the forehead
of Hartt. He reaches down and hoists Hartt across his shoulders in a
fireman's carry.]

FH: Nevermind lifts Hartt into the air with ease ...


"___TTTTHHHUUUDDD___"


CL: Death Valley Driver! Nevermind just spiked Hartt into the mat!

FH: With authority mind you. I think he compressed Hartt's spine and
made him three inches shorter! He can get a job as one of Santa's
elves this year!

CL: Fred!

FH: What? After tonight he's going need a new career.

[Nevermind with a very nonchalant cover.]



!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!


[Gionet rushes into the ring and catches Nevermind in the side of the
head with a quick kick that knocks him off of Hartt. Nevermind shakes
his head and stares at Gionet for a second but before Nevermind can do
whatever it was he was going to Marcus Manson charges into the ring
and tackles him to the mat where the Manson proceeds to pound away at
Gionet.]

FH: Here we go! Manson once again taking the self-proclaimed PVW
Warrior apart with rights and lefts.

CL: Self-proclaimed? The fans named him the warrior ...

FH: And they are morons! Manson already showed the world Gionet is not
a Warrior when he destroyed him a few months back!

[Gionet covers up blocking a few of Manson's shots. As Manson rears
back to fire off another right hand, Gionet bucks Manson off of him
and quickly drills Manson with a right hand to the thrill of the crowd
who roars as Gionet nails another right and then a left.]

CL: Gionet fighting back!

FH: And the referee is trying to separate the two men!

[On the other side of the ring, Nevermind now has Chris Hartt up and
in position for a belly to belly suplex.  All of a sudden, though, the
crowd erupts as Hartt headbutts Nevermind, breaking the hold, and he
drills Nevermind with a point blank clothesline that only shakes the
beast. Hartt is now like a man possessed as he grabs Nevermind's arm
and whips him into the ropes. Finally the referee has forced Gionet
and Manson to their respective corners.]

CL: Nevermind being whipped into the ropes.

[On the comeback, The Paladin kicks him in the chest with a dropkick.
Nevermind still on his feet is caught with a beautiful double-
underhook but Nevermind counters with a back body drop ...]

CL: Hartt lands on his feet!  AND A ROLL-UP FROM BEHIND!



!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




FH: THAT'S THE WAY YOU DO THINGS MARCUS!

CL: Marcus Manson just interrupted the count with a leg drop across
the back of Hartt's neck and he grabs Hartt ... and he just threw
Chris Hartt out of the ring.  This cannot be good for the Paladin.

FH: And Manson follows Hartt to the floor!

[Marcus Manson waits fo Hartt to get up and, when he does, Marcus
Manson charges in with a clothesline but, 'The Paladin' ducks, and
Manson's extended arm hits dead on the steel ring post.]

CL: Gionet is rushing over towards Manson ...

FH: And Nevermind reaches through the ropes and grabs Gionet by his
head and drags him back into the ring!

[Nevermind has Larry Gionet by the head and drives a knee into
Gionet's face before taking him over with a vertical suplex. Nevermind
continues the onslaught as he bounces off the ropes and drops another
knee drop across the throat of Larry Gionet.]

CL: We got action going all over the place. This is what the Phoenix
Valley Wrestling is all about. You never know what to expect
especially here at Tradition V.

FH: For once I can't blame the referee at failing at keeping some sort
of order in this match.  With Marcus Manson and Nevermind you would be
lucky to survive yourself.

[Back on the outside, Marcus Manson has regained control as he just
drove a fist into the groin of 'The Paladin' Chris Hartt.  With 'The
Paladin' Chris Hartt in noticeable pain, Marcus Manson grabs 'The
Paladin' and Irish whips him into the ring post, knocking him nearly
out cold.]


"___CLAAAANG___"


CL: Chris Hartt is in some trouble.

[Back in the ring, Nevermind has Larry Gionet up in position for a
vertical suplex but, all of a sudden, the crowd explodes as Larry
Gionet blocks the suplex and drills Nevermind with a snap suplex of
his own.  Wasting no time, Larry Gionet scrapes Nevermind up off the
mat, goes behind him, and sends him crashing back down to the canvas
with a textbook dragon suplex.  Nevermind's head bounced off the mat
and the crowd explodes as Larry Gionet hits the devastating move.]


"___THUUUUUD___"


[POP!}


CL: Marcus Manson is dominating 'The Paladin' Chris Hartt on the
outside while Larry Gionet is going full force on Nevermind on the
inside.

FH: Marcus get inside that ring and please knock Gionet back down to
reality.

CL: Something is different about Larry Gionet tonight. He seems like
he has a fire and passion in his eyes.

[On the outside, Marcus Manson is back to punching 'The Paladin' Chris
Hartt in the face as a small cut has developed on The Paladin's
forehead due to a ring post shot Marcus Manson gave him. Suddenly,
Marcus Manson picks 'The Paladin' Chris Hartt up and puts him in
position for his Powerbomb.......]

[DON'T DO IT HEEL HEAT POP!]

CL: This could be trouble for Chris Hartt.

FH: YES!  YES!  DRILL HIM!!!

[As Marcus Manson is about to end things with a powerbomb, the crowd
gets to its feet as Larry Gionet has Nevermind up and sends him over
the top rope and onto "The Misery Machine" Marcus Manson on the
outside.  The crowd is going crazy as Larry Gionet jumps to the
outside and gets 'The Paladin' Chris Hartt up while Nevermind and
Marcus Manson are still down.]

CL: That was some creative countering right there by Gionet.

FH: There has to be something illegal about that, Chip.

CL: Not that I know of, Fred.

[Gionet and Hartt now pull up Nevermind both working the beast over.
They send Nevermind back inside the ring and they return inside the
ring as a team.]

CL: I am not sure the ref even remembers who the legal man is at this
point.

FH: Text book officiating by a PVW referee as usual.

[With the crowd going crazy, Larry Gionet and Chris Hartt _together_
lift Nevermind up and a send him down with a double powerbomb.]

CL: Gionet is dropping down for the pin and listen to the fans roar!


!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!



CL: Nevermind kicks out!  It's going to take quite a bit of damage to
pin this monster.

FH: They probably need to go ahead and invite Foley down here too.


[HUGE ROARING BOOO!]


[Marcus Manson slides underneath ropes sees a charging Chris Hartt
coming towards him side steps him and tosses him over the top ropes.
'The Paladin' hits the floor hard as he lands awkwardly on his left
shoulder. Larry Gionet tries to sneak up behind The Misery Machine but
Marcus turns around just in time and levels him with a huge lariat.]

CL: And finally Marcus Manson is exiting the ring.

FH: This match is about to get very painful for the team of The
Paladin and Warrior.

CL: Don't count your chickens before they hatch both those men are
ring veterans for a reason.

[Nevermind is back on his feet and begins to put the boots to Larry
Gionet. Nevermind picks up Larry Gionet and Irish whips him into his
corner and follows in close behind with a huge back elbow. Nevermind
holds the PVW Warrior up and then tags in The Misery Machine. Manson
has a smile on his face as he enters the ring as 'The Paladin' has
just got back up on the apron.]

CL: The Paladin is holding his left shoulder.

FH: Maybe he has a fractured shoulder or something.

CL: I hope not it would be a tradegy to lose Chris Hartt to an injury.

FH: No it wouldn't.

[The Misery Machine levels Gionet with a boot to the face as Nevermind
was still holding Gionet up in the corner. Nevermind exits the ring as
Gionet falls face first on the mat. Manson doesn't give Gionet a
chance to rest as he begins to choke the life out of Larry on the mat
with a huge smile on his face. Manson finally releases the hold and
then takes a couple of steps back and then lifts him up onto his
shoulders ... Death Valley Driver!]



!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




!!! THRE? !!!


CL: AND GIONET JUST GETS THE SHOULDER UP BEFORE THREE!!

FH: Why can't Gionet just give up already.

CL: Gionet has to much pride and honor for this sport to just throw in
the towel.

FH: He's been hanging out with Foley though! He had to pick up the art
of crying by now.

[Marcus Manson is stunned, glaring at the referee as he pulls Larry
Gionet back up.]

CL: Manson pulling Gionet up ...

FH: And Hartt like a snake in the grass has pulled Nevermind off of
the apron! Come on referee keep Hartt in his corner where he belongs!

[The Paladin has Nevermind reeling against the guardrail, and charges,
only for Nevermind to duck his head, and flip 'The Paladin' into the
front row with a back-drop...]

CL: AND HARTT JUST WENT FOR THE RIDE!! THE PALADIN INTO THE CROWD!!

FH: Good he doesn't deserve to be inside a PVW ring anyways.

[Nevermind takes time to regain his senses, as Manson throws Gionet,
hard, into the turnbuckles, and fires a series of hard kicks, right
into the mid-section. However, when the Misery Machine goes to whip
him across into the corner, the Gionet shifts his weight, and
reverses...]

CL: GIONET REVERSES!! MANSON INTO THE 'BUCKLES!!

FH: But don't catch your chickens before they hatch ... Nevermind is
back!  The beast is back and he is hungry!  Wait I guess a homeless
man is always hungry.

[Nevermind is behind Larry Gionet and begins to unleash left and
rights into the kidney area of Gionet. Meanwhile, The Paladin has made
it back to the arena floor and is crawling his way to his corner.
Gionet tries to cover up but you can tell those kidney shots are
starting to hurt. Manson has shaken the cobwebs out and turns to see
Nevermind taking it to Gionet. Manson taps Nevermind on the shoulder
and tell him to let him get some shots in.]

FH: You know when this match was signed I wonder how the team of
Nevermind and Manson would get along but it seems like they have been
on the same page tonight.

CL: LOOK AT GIONET!!!

[The PVW Warrior is trying to fight his way out of the corner as he is
throwing wild haymakers at both Nevermind and Manson. It doesn't last
for long as Nevermind smashes his head forward just as The Paladin has
made it back to his corner. Nevermind and Manson then both grab an arm
of Gionet and Irish whip him into the ropes. As soon as Gionet hits
the ropes The Paladin slaps the back Gionet to make himself the legal
man if he wasn't already. Manson and Nevermind go for a double
clothesline but Gionet ducks underneath it and Hartt springboards of
the ropes with a missile dropkick taking out both men.]

FH: HARTT IS NOT THE LEGAL.

CL: How can you even question at this point who is or isn't legal?

FH: WHAT A CHEATER THAT PALADIN IS.

[Nevermind is first back on his feet and Gionet goes charging at him
and clotheslines Nevermind over the top ropes following him to the
outside. 'The Paladin' has "The Misery Machine" up and hits a Single
Arm DDT on Manson.]


"___THUUUUUUD___"


[POP!]


CL: LOOK AT HARTT HE IS SETTING UP FOR THE AVENGER.

FH: MARCUS LOOK OUT.

CL: If Hartt locks this move on then you can consider this match over.
Even Manson can't break out of the Avenger.

FH: Geez it's not like we are talking about the Amputation, Chip.

[Manson is about halfway up on his feet as Larry Gionet has now slid
back into the ring. The Paladin and Larry Gionet exchange a quick
glance at one another as Hartt goes in to lock The Avenger on The
Misery Machine...]

CL: It could be over!!!

[Before The Paladin can lock on The Avenger completely Gionet goes
behind Hartt and grabs him. He drives a right hand into the head of
Hartt as the crowd gasps stunned. He whips Hartt into the ropes and as
he rebounds be catches him and drills Hartt with a tilt-a-whirl rib
cracker  ...]


"___CRAAAAAAACK___"



[SHOCKING WHAT THE BLEEP POP!]

CL: WHAT THE HELL!?!

[Gionet shoves Hartt off of his knee and slides to a far side corner
just waiting. Hartt grabs the bottom rope and pulls himself to his
feet slowly ... Manson grabs Hartt and spins him around ... HEART
PUNCH!]


"___THUUUUUUUUUD___"


[ROARING THIS IS CRAP POP!]


!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




!!! THREE !!!



*DING*DING*DING*

HD: The winner of this match the team of .... NEVERMIND AND "THE
MISERY MACHINE" MARCUS MANSON!!!

CL: WHY LARRY WHY?!?!?!

FH: I AM SPEECHLESS. I CAN'T BELIEVE WHAT GIONET JUST DID!!!  However
let me be the first and say it was way over due.

[Nevermind is seen walking back up the aisle way not even looking back
to see what is going on in the ring ... Manson and Gionet look at one
another and Manson just shrugs laughing and rolls out of the ring.
Gionet looks down on Hartt for a moment who holds his ribs in pain.
The Paladin looks up at Gionet as Larry just stares at him as he
slithers his way out of the ring never taking his eyes of Chris
Hartt.]

CL: FANS I CAN NOT BELIEVE THAT LARRY GIONET JUST TURNED ON HIS
PARTNER LIKE THAT!?!?

FH: I guess he was tired of hanging out with losers like Chris Hartt
and Caleb Foley.

CL: Speaking of the Celtic Crippler I wonder what he will think of
what his good friend just did to Chris Hartt?

FH: The only thing that is on Foley's mind tonight is whether he will
be collecting a retirement or disability check after his match tonight
against our President and CEO Johnny Detson.

CL: I am just stunned.  Chris Hartt appeared close to locking the
Avenger on Marcus Manson.  He survived the onslaught by these two
beast only to get his back stabbed by his partner and friend, Larry
Gionet.

[The fans give Gionet the thumbs down as he heads up the aisle way.
He never looks back at the ring as Chris Hartt begins to raise to his
feet.  The look on The Paladin's face says it all.]

CL: Chris Hartt returned on a tear in the PVW.  However he has been
derailed by a mixture of Nevermind, Johnny Detson, and now Larry
Gionet.

FH: It's tough work being the good guy sometimes, Chip.

CL: Chris Hartt is finding that out first hand.

[The fans give Hartt a nice POP as he rolls out of the ring.  The
camera catches him saying - I am going to get that Son of a BLEEP!]

CL: I have word that Dean Hayes is continuing the hunt backstage let's
go back to the back.

[We cut backstage where Dean Hayes appears right outside Johnny
Detson's "office".  He turns to the camera and talks quietly.]

DH: Hey guys apparently there is a very important meeting going on
behind these doors.  I don't know who is back there talking with
Johnny Detson, but I do know that a representative of Kyle Lee is
backstage some where.

[Dean Hayes stops and places his ear to the door as if he is trying to
listen more closely.]

DH: I heard something about the PVW World Championship.  I don't know
what that means ...

[Dean Hayes listens again then quickly backs away.]

DH: Somebody is coming out.

[And out steps "Putter" Preston Winfield board member on the PVW
Championship committee.  He seems a little surprised to see Dean Hayes
right outside.]

PW: Why hello, Dean you sneaky little weasel you.

[Dean still a bit taken back responds ...]

DH: Putter ... Oh I thought somebody else was in there.  But what does
a PVW Championship committee member need to be discussing with Johnny
Detson?

[Putter smiles.]

PW: Just making my rounds talking with those who have already
qualified for the Called Shot while I am in the back.  You are
persistent  ... No wonder you still have a job here.  When I worked
ring side I could never figure that out.

[Dean Hayes stumbles a bit but continues.]

DH: Called Shot discussions?

PW: Yeah you know the big title shot opportunity that is being up for
grabs at End Game?  Okay maybe I gave you too much credit.  Anyways it
was good talking with you again, Dean.

[Putter walks past Dean as he looks to the camera and shrugs.]

CL: I am not sure what that is all about.

FH: Probably checking in with the boss.

CL: I highly doubt that, but the response did seem a tad fishy.
Anyways let's go back to the ring where Herk Douglas is standing by.

HD: Introducing first ... Wrestling out of the bunker ...



!!! THE MERCENARY !!!


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

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

CL: There is the Mercenary.  He has a huge opportunity tonight as he
steps inside the ring with the former PVW World Heavyweight Champion.

FH: If Cole can even wrestle.

CL: Nobody knows what kind of condition Rob Cole is in.

FH: Mentally or physically.

CL: William Craven has all but broken, Rob Cole.

*WHUMP-ump-ump*

[With the sound of a thunderclap, the lights go out, and the world is
plunged into darkness.  Wind can be heard, chimed in through the PA
system.]

*Thump-thump*

[Red letters knit into existence on PVW's video wall, reading "It Gets
Worse!" then unravel to form a single red line.  The sounding of a
horrible heart is heard, the line reverberating with every noise
played over the PA.]

#I'm over it!#

[Those words, screamed in a-capela by one David Draiman, precede only
briefly an explosion of sound as "Forsaken" bursts out of the PA
system and into the arena.  The camera angle switches as tension
builds; red spotlights brightly illuminating the entrance portal and
the crowd waits.]

CL: Speaking of the Devil himself

FH: The Devil is right, Chip.

[Abruptly, an intense shower of blood-red sparks sprays out from
before the entrance portal, threatening to set the whole arena on
fire.  Rising on a platform from beneath this flaming masterpiece
emerges a cloaked figure amidst a billowing cloud of smoke.]

FH: This is the man who has put more wrestlers out of this business
than probably any other in history.  This new "Intelligent Demon"
phase that he's in now doesn't make him any less of a wild man.  It
just means he attacks with purpose instead of just wiping out anybody
that's put in front of him.

[Reptilian blue eyes highlight the shoulders of his black vinyl robe.
Turning, he seems to, himself, stop the flames from shooting.  His
hooded head stares down at his gnarled hands, bound as they are in red
gauze, clutching a wooden katana in them.]

CL: That's a good thing Fred because he's coming this way!

FH: HOLY *BLEEP*, uh, okay, hello Mr. Craven!  How nice of you to join
us today!

[Inside the ring a quizzical Merc shoots a serious look at Craven.
Coming to the announce table, Bill picks up a headset, flicks back his
hood, plops down next to Chip Lester and slips it on.]

FH: Phew!

WC: What's that, Frederick?

FH: Oh, uh, "Nice of you to join us today"?

WC: No.  After that.

FH: Nothing!  Uh, nothing just ... breathing.

[Glaring balefully into the ring Craven seems to lock eyes with the
Mercenary.  Uncomfortable, Chip Lester looks over at the oversized
mass of green tattooed scar tissue and glances once at Fred Hoyle
before speaking to Craven himself.]

CL: Ah, well, let me just add to my colleague's greeting, William.

WC: Call me Bill.

CL: Bill.  Okay.  I didn't think you'd be okay with such informal
talk.

WC: Why not?  I'm ... a regular guy...

[Licking his chapped lips with a split pink tongue, Craven shoots a
shark-toothed grin at Chip Lester.  Chip pushes against Fred, trying
to get him to scoot his chair over.]

CL: Fred ... move your chair and make room for our guest!

FH: Calm down.  I'm going.

[Sardonic laughter can be heard grinding from somewhere in Craven's
chest as Herk Douglas begins to speak again.]

HD: His opponent ... Wrestling out of Hudson Valley, New York.


!!! ROB COLE !!!


["Rumatahatta" by Sepultura hits the PA system as the fans go crazy.]

CL: Listen to these fans Craven.  They are sending the message that
the monster underneath the bed lives on.

WC: I'm glad to hear that, Chip Lester.

CL: You are?

WC: Of course I am.

[Pause from both men.  It's Fred that breaks the silence.]

FH: But don't you want him gone?  I mean, you beat the holy hell out
of him.

WC: That was just an appetizer, Fred.  I.  Am not done.  With Robert
Cole.  Yet...

["Rumatahatta" plays for a full minute before the music at last
ceases.  Silence reigns in the arena for a moment until muttered
curses can be heard in a low, gravelly whisper.]

FH: It appears you spoke too soon, Chip!

CL: I am getting word from the back that nobody has even seen Rob Cole
arrive to the arena here tonight.

[The music continues to play and the Mercenary asks the referee where
Rob Cole is.]

CL: Folks it appears that I was wrong.  The Outcast ... The Monster
Underneath the Bed ... The man who stood toe-to-toe with Spectre--

WC: Pfah.  So have I.

CL: --and defeated him in Barbwire hell.

WC: Rebirth rules.

CL: The man who overcame the Masked Outlaw.  The Extreme Icon ... The
Hardcore legend ... The former PVW World Heavyweight Champion isn't
coming out for a match tonight.

WC: I ... did NOT beat him so badly!  That was nothing!  The coward.
Did he see me coming?

CL: Bill, he's not even in the building.

WC: Not that anyone saw.

FH: I'm with ya Bill, that Cole's been a paper tiger since day one.  I
called it.

WC: This is unacceptable.  I've never missed a match, not even with a
broken neck.  Sickening...

[Merc goes over to the ring ropes on the timekeepers side, and asks
for a  mic to be tossed up to him.]

CL: With this is interesting. Usually Merc does his talking in the
ring using his fists, not a mic.

FH: Yeah, this should be real interesting... Another promo...Yawn...

CL: I thought you were a Merc fan?

FH: I am, but its not because of his speech making abilities. Wouldn't
you prefer to see him in action, beating the crap out of someone?

CL: (under his breath)... If that person was you, sure.

[The rough, rasping cackle of Craven can be heard, barely restrained
at Chip's heckling of Hoyle.]

FH: Excuse me?

Merc: Ok, since I don't have a match anymore, I might as well take the
time to address someone who I'm sure you all know has been annoying me
the last few weeks. Chance McKenzie, I'm still not sure why Jessica
Marshall decided to bring you in to help her out against me and my
employer. You're definitely not big enough to be considered an
enforcer, but have proven yourself to be quite the pest. You've cost
me a couple big matches, and that's really pissing me off. Now I have
to take the time out of my busy schedule to punish you before I can
focus on my paid target. And believe me, you will be punished. You
might want to seriously reconsider your association with Jessica
Marshall. Working for her has already cost you your fiancee, do you
really want it to cost you your career as well? Eh... whatever. It
doesn't matter what you decide. You're squarely set in my sights now,
so the decision about your career has already been made. And as for
your fiancee, sorry, ex-fiancee, I think maybe I'll be paying her a
call next, since she has something that doesn't belong to her. Maybe
if I ask her nice, she'll return it. Or, heh, maybe I won't need to be
nice...

[With that, Merc tosses the mic to the mat, and starts to make his way
through the ropes...but pauses as "Saints of Los Angeles" by Motley
Crue cuts in over the PA system.  The crowd starts to boo as the PVW
Champion,"Widowmaker" Rick Marley appears on at the top of the aisle,
dressed for business: a wireless mic in his right hand and the title
belt resting on his left shoulder.]

RM: Well well well...looks like Merc is leaving without wrestling a
match...that hurts your paycheck, buddy...

Merc: (picks up the mic that he had just dropped). Buddy? You actually
have the gall to call me buddy? And since when does it matter to you
what my paychecks look like? This match doesn't mean all that much,
money-wise. I'm making far more from my non-PVW contract than what
this match would have been worth, so can just...

RM: Yeah yeah...well...as luck would have it, I'm free...and I still
owe you from our time up in Canada...I'm legacy-building here,
Merc...and that don't happen by sitting on my ass in the back.  So
what I've got to say is simple: Me...you...for the title.

Right now.

Merc: You owe me for Canada? What about what you owe me for what
happened right here in PVW? Or maybe its what I owe you ...
Whatever... Either way, that gold that's riding on your shoulder right
now would make a helluva down payment. So, sure, short stuff... Bring
it on.

[The two men nod towards one another as if they both accept the
challenge.]

CL: I guess we have ourselves a match!

FH: A shame ... Craven took the time to join us and he doesn't even
get to watch Rob Cole wrestle.



_____ ____  _________________________________________________________
/__   \ ___|              TRADITION V - MESA, ARIZONA
/ /\/___ \            PVW World Heavyweight Championship:
/ /   ___) |             The Mercenary v. Rick Marley
\/   |____/ _________________________________________________________




*DING*DING*DING*


[The sound of the bell echoes through the arena as the match begins
...]

CL: This match was set to be the Mercenary and Rob Cole, but a late
replacement in Rick Marley has made this a PVW World Championship
match!

FH: Mercenary should be thanking Rick Marley for this opportunity.
Both Gibson Hayes and Doc Holliday have to wrestle each other later
tonight for this type of opportunity!

CL: There is some truth to that.  Rick Marley wants to build up his
legacy and a win against the man he has never beaten before is a good
start.

FH: Wait a second Bill.

[Hoyle pauses to make sure he isn't going to have his face eaten off
for calling Craven, "Bill".]

FH: Why didn't Marley give _you_ this match instead?  After all you
did win Blood Bowl II.

[A pause from Craven who can be seen in the background, looking oddly
at Hoyle.]

WC: Why should I want it?  Richard and myself have an understanding.
There is no need for us to challenge one another.

CL: But you _do_ want the World Title?

WC: Yes.

FH: But not this match?

WC: No.  I think that the Mercenary would actually be a much easier
man to beat for the title.  It would be nice to have a sure thing for
my first official chance at a World Championship.

[Marley hands the PVW World Championship to official who hands it to a
PVW employee on the outside.  Then the champ turns and shoots towards
the Mercenary.]

FH: That's very...

CL: Cynical?

FH: I was gonna say something that wouldn't piss him off but, hey,
Chip, you're the one right next to him so sure thing buffer.  I mean
brother.

WC: Grrr...

[Lester falls silent, perhaps recognizing that he truly is the buffer
between Hoyle and Craven.]

CL: Trade me seats?

FH: Sure.  Thousand bucks.


"___THUUUUD___"


[Action inside the ring has picked up.  Marley tried to begin with a
stiff kick, but the Mercenary caught his leg and yanked him into a
close range shortarm.  The Mercenary yanks the PVW World Champion up
and quickly backs him up into the corner with forearm shots.  He goes
to send Marley across with an Irish whip ...]

CL: Marley reverses ...

FH: Of course he does that's what champions do right Bill?

WC: If they wish to remain champions.

[The Mercenary slams hard into the corner and as he bounces out Marley
leaps into a dropkick sending him stumbling back into the corner.]

CL: Marley now softening the Mercenary up with shoulder thrusts into
the midsection.  He begins to climb up to the second ropes and looks
to be setting up for a monkey flip ... Instead the Mercenary has
hooked
his arms underneath and walks out in a powerbomb position.

FH: You can't do this to the champ!


"___THUUUUUUD___"


CL: But he just did!  And Merc holds the PVW World Champion down for
the cover!


!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




[Marley shoots a shoulder up breaking the count.]

FH: Hey Bill you have fought both of these men.  Tell Chip why Marley
is so much better then a guy like Rob Cole.

WC:

[The Mercenary yanks Marley up and has him in a side headlock applying
pressure to the champ.  After some maneuvering ... Merc drives Marley
down to knee.  The PVW World Champion rolls through and locks a
hammerlock.  Merc drives a back elbow backwards ... Then whips Marley
back into the corner with an Irish whip.  He charges with a
clothesline, but Marley ducks underneath it.]

CL: Both of these two know one another well.  They have a long time
history and Merc was the first man Marley brought in to take you down
Craven.

WC:

CL: Marley with a schoolboy!


!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




[KICK OUT POP!]



FH: Stay down Merc.

[Both men leap back up and the faster Marley ducks a right hand.
Marley locks on a back suplex ... Merc hangs still and breaks out ...
Countered waist lock by the hired gun.  Marley tries for a back elbow
... But Merc with a northern lights suplex!]


"___THUUUUUUUD___"


!!! ONE !!!


WC: Impressive.


!!! TWO !!!



CL: No Marley kicks out!

FH: You wont take the title away from Marley like that.  This isn't
Rob Cole out here running for his life.

WC: Hrmmm...

CL: Let me be the voice of reason for a second guys.  While it's a bit
of a mystery that Rob Cole isn't in the arena tonight.  Judging from
the scars on the former champions body.  Rob Cole is anything but a
coward.

FH: He is doing his best coward impersonation then.

WC: Scars are the mark of experience, not bravery.  A coward is one
who feels fear and lets it rule him.  By this metric ... Cole is a
coward.

[Marley grabs an arm and locks on an armbar and slows things down.]

CL: Marley continues working the arm taking the Mercenary all the way
down to the mat.

FH: Brilliant move by Marley.  He knows the Mercenary well.  His big
moves are the Payoff, Enema, and that brutal bitch slap.

WC: He may be somewhat formidable but I give the Mercenary no chance.
His motivation in money, not glory.  And if there is a man in this
business more capable than Richard Marley, I have yet to meet him.

[Marley keeps a hold of the arm and drops a leg to the back of the
Mercenary's shoulder. He follows up with some forearms to the shoulder
as he pulls the hired gun up to his feet. He hooks Merc for a quick
snap suplex ...]


"___THUUD___"


CL: Marley dragging him back up ...  And executes another one!


"___THUUUD___"


FH: Double the effect right there.  I would like to see Craven over
here Thundermelter somebody twice.

WC: Hrm?  You sound like a volunteer.

[Yet another example of why you should never try to suck up to William
Craven.]

FH: What?  Me?  No!  Somebody else.  Anybody else.  Chip!

CL: I, uh, vote for somebody else too.

[Marley drops a series of rapid-fire elbows softening up the Mercenary
even further. He then drops down and goes for a cover.]


!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




CL: Mercenary powers out.  I do have to admit that Marley is a-but
more aggressive out there.

FH: He wants to protect that legacy, Chip.   Or maybe Bill over here
has been giving the Champ some advice.

WC: Advice?  Were I to give him good advice, I'd say strike the man
with a weapon and be done with him.  Surely he must realize that this
is an exercise in futility.  He's enjoyed some measure of success, but
the Mercenary always falters when alone against an opponent of great
skill.

[Marley pulls the Merc up and lets loose with a thunderous Knife-Edge
Chop!]


"___TWAAAAAAAP___"


CL: Merc fires back  with one of his own!


"___TWAAAAAAAP___"


[Marley straightens up and blisters Merc with a chop. The hired gun
fires back with TWO CHOPS! Marley hits two chops! Merc fires back with
double handed chops and knocks the PVW World Champion to the mat!]


[TAKE THAT MARLEY POP!]


FH: Those had to be illegal.  Merc must have had a taser or something
hidden in those palms.

WC: Hah.  It remains a foregone conclusion.  If anything, Richard is
feigning hurt as he did when we fought in the cage.

[Marley rolls back up and gets taken down by an arm drag and now
Mercenary has control of the match up.]

WC: He is a masterful manipulator.

CL: Merc now working over Marley's arm in an  attempt to even things
out. He hammerlocks Marley's arm behind his back and drops a series of
knee strikes.

FH: Since when did Mercenary become a wrestler?  I thought he was more
of a brawler ... A hired gun to come down and beat you down.

WC: Perhaps he realizes that he stands no chance in a brawl.  An
alteration of common tactics could unbalance a superior opponent.
Hrm...

[Marley powers up to his feet with the hammerlock still applied and
counters into a headlock. Merc tries to hit a back suplex, but Marley
blocks it and keeps the hold locked in tight. Merc lifts him up and
this time sends him down with an atomic drop. The hired gun then spins
him around and hits an double eye gouge blinding the champion.  He
then thrusts forward with a mafia kick.]

CL: Mercenary roaring back!

FH: Hey Bill do you know who has hired the Mercenary to go after
Jessica Marshall?  Was it you?

WC: I have no idea who would hire the Mercenary to do anything,
Frederick.  Also ... I tend not to target _women_.

[The crowd cheers as the Mercenary begins to lift up Rick Marley and
sets him up for a bench press ... He lifts him up high in the air as
the
PVW World Champion shakes his head no ... He then drops him hard and
steps away ...]


"___THUUUUUUUUUUD___"


[HUGE POP!]


CL: MERCENARY WITH A COVER!


!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




!!! THR !!!


... Marley kicks out!

FH: Winning the PVW World Championship isn't easy.   Hey Bill didn't
Mercenary defeat you last End Game?

[Hoyle pauses as he just realized he may of placed his foot in his
mouth.]

WC: Grrr...  My record is not clean, Frederick, nor do I claim it to
be so.  That being said it's amazing what an unworthy can accomplish
when acting as part of a unit.  In this case ... Mercenary was part of
the Widowmakers; a unit I first tortured then made better with my
presence.

CL: Moving on for Fred's health ...  Marley is slowly up and Merc
scoops
him up and slams him down.  Marley right back up and a _second_ scoop
and a slam!

[The Mercenary sends Marley into the corner with an Irish Whip and
Marley sunset flips over the top rope but stays on the turnbuckles.
Merc charges, but Marley leaps up and springboards and goes for a
sunset flip over Merc, but he drops down on top of Marley for the
cover!]


!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




CL: NO!  Marley with _another_ kick out.  Marley may be rethinking
coming down here and challenging the Mercenary here tonight.

FH: What happens if Merc wins?  Will he go on to face the winner of
Hayes and Holliday?  Will his "employer" be upset since he wont be
taking care of his business anymore?

WC: That won't be a concern.  Even if he were to somehow miraculously
get a fluke win, I can assure you, the only thing that holds me back
from that title is what little obligation I still have towards Richard
Marley.

[Both men quickly up.. Marley throws a kick, but Mercenary catches it
...]


"___TWAAAAAP___"


CL: Marley kicks him in the back of the head with an enziguri!

FH: One of these guys need to take a page out of Bill's book and hit
the snot shot of doom.

CL: Please no.

WC: Heh.  Hehehe.  It's been named!?

[Marley runs across and uses the ropes as a springboard into a
moonsault and the cover!]


!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




!!! THREE !!!



CL: NO!  MERC SHOT A SHOULDER UP!  That was close right there.  Marley
grabbing the right leg of the Mercenary and begins to turn him into a
single leg Boston Crab.

FH: There we go Champ.   Wear those legs down.

[Marley yanks back on that left leg applying pressure.]

CL: Marley really pulling back on that leg now.

FH: Chance McKenzie should be taking notes right now.  Hey Bill here
is a question ... Jessica Marshall ... Would ya sleep with her?

CL: FRED!  Craven please don't answer.

WC: Yes.

CL: GAH!  Why!?

WC: Animal instinct.

CL: Not what I meant!

[Mercenary finally makes it to the ropes and the fans let out a small
POP.  Marley quickly back up and drops an elbow to the back of his
head.  He grabs the hired gun and drags him back into the center of
the ring and he begins to climb to the top ropes ...]

CL: Marley is dangerous on those top ropes!

FH: Flashes of the Rocket right here ...

[He reaches the top ropes and he dives off with a senton ...]


"___KAAAATHUUUUUUUD___"


[NOBODY HOME POP!!!]


CL: HUGE MISTAKE BY THE CHAMPION!!!!

FH: Marley don't make mistakes.

CL: It looks like he did right there, Fred.   I guess that legacy
blurred things a little too much for the PVW World Champion.

WC: Interesting...

[Marley holding his back and slowly pushing up and the Mercenary drops
him hard with a big vicious clothesline!   Marley uses the ropes to
pull himself back up and runs right into a big twisting spinebuster!]


"___THUUUUUUUUD___"


CL: The Mercenary is feeling it!  This could be his big chance here in
the PVW!

WC: It could indeed.  This is ... quite a shock.

[The Mercenary leaps into a double stomp right into the mid-section of
the Champion.  He then yanks him up by his hair and drives him
shoulder first into the corner turnbuckle.]


"___SMAAAAASH___"


CL: The Mercenary is pointing to that turnbuckle.  Slowly limping on
that left leg.

FH: OOf... Not an Enema!  Man that move always brings back bad
memories.

WC: It couldn't happen.  Richard is simply too cagey, too well versed
in his opponent.

[Marley now placed on the top turnbuckle facing outward.  He is in
some serious trouble and the fans are starting to stir at the thought
that we could be crowning a new PVW World Heavyweight Champion.]

CL: The Mercenary is climbing up behind Marley and onto the second
rope.  He grabs him for a back suplex.

[... But instead he lifts the champion up and goes for the atomic drop
onto the ring post ...  But Marley gets his feet up and lands on his
feet ... He tosses a stiff back elbow and grabs a hold of the
Mercenary
and Russian leg sweep off the top ropes and both men going flying
backwards ... ]


"___THUUUUUD___"


[WHOA POP!!!!]


CL: BOTH MEN ARE LAYING FLAT ON THE MAT!

FH: No man enjoys an Enema.  That was close for the champ!

WC: It almost seemed possible for a moment.  I must say ... I am
learning quite a bit.

FH: Learning about what?  The Mercenary?

[Referee Lou Crowe begins to count as both men lay on the mat unable
to stir.  As the count reaches _fiiiiiive_ the Mercenary begins to
stir rolling over to his stomach slowly pushing himself up.  At the
_eeiiiiight_ Marley is using the ropes ...]




_niiiiiine_





[BOTH MEN ARE ON THEIR FEET POP!]



CL: Mercenary is up!   Marley is up!   Marley leaps into a crescent
kick with everything he has ...


"___WHIIIIIIIF___"


[HE MISSED POP!]


FH: If Marley would have connected with that kind of force even the
mighty Mercenary wouldn't be able to get back on his feet.

WC: You really give him too much credit.

[Mercenary grabs Marley and begins to set him up for a piledriver ...
Marley wraps his feet around the neck of Mercenary and brings him down
with a hurricarana!]

CL: COUNTER BY MARLEY!

FH: By the Champ you mean.

[Marley quickly back up and pulls the hired gun to his feet and
receives an unexpected greco-roman kick to the nads as he stumbles
backwards ...]


[POP THOSE MARLEY NADS POP!]


FH: You can't do that to the champ!

CL: I would usually agree but are you going to go down there and tell
the Mercenary that he can't?

FH: I think I'll pass.  Detson needs to give me a raise if he wants me
to put my life on the line.

WC: Detson?  Johnny Detson of the World War Organization?  Is he here?

CL: Marley stumbles back ... Look of rage and anger ... The Mercenary
shoots forward with a big clothesline attempt ... Marley enough
instinct
still to duck under.  Locks on a side headlock ...

[He charges towards the ropes and jumps over the top, guillotining the
Mercenary's neck over the top rope.]

FH: He calls that the Director's cut!

CL: The Mercenary is holding his throat in pain ... Marley
springboards ... ROCKER DROPPER!


"___THUUUUUUUUUUD___"


[BOOOOO ... HISSSSS!]


!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!


!!! THREE !!!


CL: MERCENARY _JUST_ got that shoulder up!

WC: A miracle that surely will not repeat.



Crowd: MERC !!!   MERC !!!   MERC !!!



[Rick Marley is up and he grabs that right leg of the Mercenary.  He
begins to lock on the Showstopper, his version of the sharpshooter.
He starts to turn it and the Mercenary gets a boot back and shoves him
off flying into the corner chest first ...  The Mercenary pushes
himself up and grabs a hold of the PVW World Champion and locks him up
... lifts him high with a vertical suplex.]

CL: The Mercenary holding the champion up high in the air ...  All the
blood rushing down to his skull.


"___THUUUUUUUD___"


[POP!]


FH: Where is he going now?

CL: The Mercenary is headed to the top ropes.  He is looking to win
this thing and go into End Game as the PVW World Heavyweight Champion!

[He leaps into a top rope cannonball splash ...]


"___THUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"


[NOBODY HOME DISSAPOINTMENT POP!]


CL: MARLEY ROLLED OUT OF THE WAY!

FH: And now the champion is up and he is looking to finish things!

CL: The Mercenary is back up and this time Marley _CONNECTS_ with that
Casting Call, superkick!


"___TWAAAAAAAP___"


[... The Mercenary stays on his feet and he stumbles back a few steps
and swings with his big bitch slap, but misses.  Marley from behind
with the _ACE CRUSHER_!]


"___THUUUUUUUUUUD___"


CL: THE WIDOWMAKER ...

FH: Not just the Widowmaker, but the one and true Widowmaker!

WC: Indeed.  All else aside, Richard originated the faction in PVW.


[BOOOOOOO!]


!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!


!!! THREE !!!


*DING*DING*DING*


CL: What a PVW World Heavyweight Championship match it was ... Rick
Marley was able to come out here and continue his legacy by defeating
a man he had never done previous.

FH: Rick Marley is at a whole new level right now, Chip.

CL: He holds the keys to the league and he doesn't look as if he is
going to give them up that easy.


"THUMP!"

... It appears William Craven isn't happy that Rob Cole didn't show up
as he has tossed down the headset and with a look with Rick Marley
heading to the back.  What a match that was and unexpected at that.
However the big question lingers ... Where is Rob Cole?

FH: Apparently William Craven didn't kill him as he looked pissed that
Cole didn't show up inside the arena.

CL: Let's be honest though, Fred.  There was no way that Rob Cole was
even in condition to wrestle.  It was best he didn't show up tonight.

FH: Maybe not but this isn't sitting well with Craven.  Cole better
figure something out fast or he may just find that being six feet
under a mound of dirt was the best thing that could happen to him.

CL: I am getting word that Dean Hayes in hot on pursuit again.  Let's
roll the camera's backstage.

[The camera pans to the parking lot where Tradition V is being held in
Mesa Arizona.  We see Larry Gionet wtih his back to the camera as he
has a gym duffel bag above his right shoulder.  As he is going towards
his car, we see Dean Hayes running with a microphone in his hand to
get a word with the PVW Warrior whom left his team mate Chirs Hartt
laying high and dry.]

Dean Hayes: Larry, Larry hold up. I want a moment of your time. What
happened out there tonight in your tag match against Nevermind and
Marcus Manson?

[Larry Gionet drops his bag to the pavement as it makes a swooshing
sound.  He stares a hole into Dean Hayes and snatches the microphone
from his hands.]

Larry Gionet:  HEY!  Unless you have been living under a rock your
whole life, I take care of business out there.  I told everyone last
week that I would see results and tonight I did what was best for ME!

[Larry Gionet shoves the microphone back into the chest of Dean Hayes
hard.  He coughs trying to catch his breath. Hayes shakes his head in
dissatisfaction as he grabs Larry Gionet on the shoulder who is
picking up his gym bag.]

DH:  But why are you leaving now?  Why did you turn on Chris Hartt?

[Larry Gionet's patience level is growing thin as his shoulders are
rising and falling at an accelerated pace.  He swings his bag over his
shoulder and grabs Dean Hayes by the throat.]

LG:  We are done here!

[Larry Gionet shoves Dean Hayes knocking him down.  He walks to his
car and throws his gym bag in the back seat. He slams the door and
turns the car on. He backs up and speeds off as a trail of dust covers
Dean Hayes all over his suit as we pan back to the commentators.]

CL: Larry Gionet is leaving the arena.  I guess he doesn't want to
face Hartt or Foley after backstabbing Chris Hartt earlier tonight.

FH: Hey I can't blame the guy.  He has his reasons and he will give
them answers when he is ready.

CL: I think he owes Chris Hartt an explanation face to face like a
man.  We all thought Larry Gionet was PVW's warrior.  It looks like he
is PVW's snake.

FH: And a good snake at that.

CL: We only have a small window on live television here tonight so the
show must go on.  Herk Douglas is headed back inside the ring.

[The lights go out, and the crowd murmurs in anticipation.  After a
few seconds, the lights begin to strobe red as the opening beat of
"Everybody's Fool" by Evanescence starts up.  A loud pop rises, and
when the drums come in and the main riff of the song starts to play a
figure bursts through the curtains.]

HD: Ladies and gentlemen, hailing from Chicago, Illinois... Weighing
two hundred and thirty-four pounds...

"HELLRAAAAAAAAAAAISERRRRRRRRRRRRR" TOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM
LAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNDIIIIIIISSSS!

[Landis marches down the aisle with a single intent: to make his
opponent, his brother-in-law, suffer.   Wearing long red tights with
intertwining silver and black lines running up the left leg, black
boots and a sleeveless t-shirt bearing the message "FAMIGLIA" across
the front.  He slides into the ring with ease and comes to his feet,
awaiting the presence of one Perry Fontana.]

CL: Well, a bit of a surprise tonight as Tom Landis has gone back to
the past for some old theme music instead of what we've become
accustomed to here in PVW.

FH: Why am I not surprised he'd pick a song called "Everybody's Fool"?

CL: I think it's to make a point, Fred.

FH: Right, the point being that he's gonna die tonight, at the hands
of Il Eterno.

HD: His opponent ..

["Failles" by Mass Hysteria cues up, which triggers a pavlovian
response of boos.]

HD: Hailing from Montreal, Quebec, Canada...

[As the song flares up, lights and fireworks explode near the
entrance. Out of this
walks a man, "the Everlasting" Perry Fontana, head covered by the hood
of trademark orange, red and gold trimmed robe.]

# Scier les nerfs au scalpel, fouiller mes failles #
# Mine', mon corps est un champ de bataille #
# La memoire me joue des tours et fait son cinema #
# Associant tout et n'importe quoi #

[Head still tilted downwards, "Deathless" Perry Fontana stomps down
the aisle towards the ring.  Ignoring the jeers, he ascends the steps
up to the apron, the sequined letters spelling "Le Phenix" on the back
of his boxer's robe sparkling under the intense lights.]

# Est-ce ma vie qui defile? #
# Ce qui sort de mon esprit que je croyais tranquille? #
# C'est la crise et tout est reuni #
# C'est la crise, on prend les memes et on rempile #

["Il Eterno" slips into the squared circle through the ropes, and
heads straight towards his ring corner to perform some last minute
stretches before taking off his robe, unveiling a steely gaze framed
by wrestling's largest pair of muttonchops.]

# De quelle force va t-il falloir etre? #
# De quelle force va t-il falloir etre? #
# De quelle force va t-il falloir etre? #
# De quelle force? #

CL: Fontana looks about as motivated as we have ever seen him.

FH: With good reason, Chip.

[As Perry enters, Tom takes off the t-shirt.  Just before the bell
rings he holds it up to show Perry the word "Famiglia" and then tosses
it into his face blindsiding him for a quick attack to start the match
off.]


_____ ____  _________________________________________________________
/__   \ ___|              TRADITION V - MESA, ARIZONA
 / /\/___ \                One on One Grudge Match:
/ /   ___) |             Tom Landis v. Perry Fontana
\/   |____/ _________________________________________________________




*DING*DING*DING*

CL: There is the sound of the bell and ... Landis is going to work on
Fontana!

FH: That cheater.  It took him a cheap shot to get the upper hand.
Now you see why Fontana had enough of Landis and his back stabbing
ways?

[Landis drives him back with hard rights and sends him across the
ropes.  Fontana rebounds off and Landis takes him down with a hard
shoulderblock.  He then hits the ropes and leapfrogs his brother-in-
law.  Fontana pushes himself up and goes for a big right hand, but
Landis ducks under.  Landis comes back off for a _second_
shoulderblock but this time Perry stands his ground and Landis just
backs away...]

CL: Fontana making a quick statement.   He isn't going to be a
pushover in this match.

FH: This isn't a two-on-one handicap match like last Heatwave.  Landis
is going to need a miracle just like the Miracle on Ice hokey team.

[Both men stand across from one another slowly walking up to the
center of the ring.]

FH: There is no love loss here.  This is a match that has been in the
making for a year now.  Perry Fontana tried to lift Tom Landis up to
his level but in the end it was just too much.

CL: It was too much to be a good loyal brother-in-law?  I think not,
Fred.

[Nose-to-nose ... The brother-in-law's stand with words starting to
fly.
The crowd is too loud for the camera to pick any of it up.  And
finally the match starts as Fontana _shoves_ Landis ...  Not to be out
done Landis returns with a _shove_ of his own.]

CL: we have ourselves a little shoving match going on!

[The crowd lets loose and the two men lock up with an elbow-collar tie
up.  The two men push for the upper hand.  Finally Landis locks on a
side headlock.  He squeezes, but Fontana sends him off the ropes and
across.   Landis rebounds and Fontana goes for a hiptoss, but Landis
blocks it.  Fontana turns things and locks Landis on with a front
chancery.]

CL: Both men fighting for positioning here in the opening part of the
match.

FH: You aren't going to out-wrestle Fontana.  Tom Landis should know
this.

[Landis using his strength to push Fontana back into the corner.
Fontana lets go and holds his hands up placing a leg through the
middle ropes forcing the referee to break the action.]

FH: Smart heads up by Perry Fontana to know where he was inside the
ring.

CL: He used the rules to his favor in that position.  And Tom Landis
backs up ... HE GETS SUCKER PUNCHED!


"___TWAAAAP___"


[BOOOOOOO!]


FH: Landis shouldn't let his guard down.

CL: Fontana with a hammerlock ... He locks his arms around and  Belly
to
Back ....  Backbreaker ...


"___CRAAAACK___"


... And Fontana into Step Over Armbar!

FH: Signature spot for Fontana.  And he is taking this match down to
the Fontana basics.

[Fontana holds onto that arm like a baby holding onto it's pacifier.]

CL: You can only assume that Fontana is going to start working on Tom
Landis's arm.  Fontana has seemed to get a little off the "Fontana
path" the past few months, but it looks like he is going right back to
the basics.

FH: He finally has a clear head.  No Uncle Jack in his right ear and
Tom Landis in his left ear.  And when he returns home he can finally
look into his wives eyes and tell her he gave everything he had to
Everlasting Hell.

CL: No he didn't, Fred.  Perry Fontana threw it all away.  All he had
to do was be a good brother-in-law and show Tom the respect we _all_
show our family.

FH: Perry treated Tom better then I treat my mom!

CL: That's just a shame.  I'm sorry Ms. Hoyle you have to put up with
Fred.

FH: Hey!

[Landis making it to his feet now and he drives an elbow back breaking
the hold.  He swings with a forearm ...]

CL: Landis now backing Fontana back into the corner.  He is going to
work on his brother in law.  He drives close range forearm shots.  He
goes to send Fontana out of the corner ...

[But instead he does a full dose-e-dose like and sends Fontana back
into that corner with momentum force.  Fontana crashes chest first and
stumbles backwards and into a belly-to-back suplex into a bridge!]


!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!


CL: Kick out!

FH: It's going to take more then that to pin Perry Fontana on
Tradition Five.

CL: And Tom Landis knows that he is just setting a tone for how he
perceives this match.

FH: How Tom Landis perceives this match and I how I do are two very
different things.

[Landis now in control pulls Fontana up and locks on a sleeper from
behind.  Fontana swinging his arms trying to find his footing as
Landis applies more pressure trying to wear down the submissions
expert.]

FH: If Tom Landis wanted to put Perry Fontana then all he had to do is
conduct an interview.

CL: Landis is fighting through a ton of injuries and the veteran is
using everything he can to keep his brother-in-law at bay.

FH: And it appears it's not enough.

[Fontana drops down and breaks the sleeper hold with a vicious jaw
breaker that sends Landis stumbling backwards.  Fontana is back u and
charges forward with a shortarm clothesline, but Landis ducks it.  He
turns around and Landis attempts a hiptoss, but Fontana blocks it ...
Perry then turns the tides and takes Landis down with a hiptoss and
turns it right into a crucifix armbar!]

CL: Fontana is the king of armbars.  He has used them in many of
matches to set his opponents up for that feared Amputation.

FH: The most feared move in professional wrestling, Chip.

CL: Nobody has yet to break out of it.

FH: And I don't expect Tom Landis too either.

[Fontana has full control of that arm now.  Landis shaking his head as
Max Kelly questions if he wants to quit the match.]

CL: I have a feeling that Perry will have to break Tom Landis arm
before he will verbally quit tonight.

FH: That can be arranged.

[The fans are behind Tom Landis as he starts to  work his way to the
ropes with his one free arm.  And reaching ... reaching ... Landis
makes
...]


[BREAK THE HOLD YOU SOB POP!]


CL: Fontana ignoring the fact that Landis has made it in the ropes and
finally he drops the hold and gets into Max Kelly's face.

FH: It's sad when wrestlers know how to do a better job then referee's
at officiating matches.

[Fontana turns back and grabs Landis who is bent over favoring that
arm.  Fontana lifts him up in a fireman's carry and then nails an arm
breaker weakening that arm even more.  As Landis lays on the ground
now favoring that arm.  Fontana begins stomping away at it.]

THUMP!

THUMP!

THUMP!

THUMP!

CL: Fontana is mercilessly stomping away at that arm and shoulder area
of Tom Landis.

FH: Perry is the perfect technical submissionist.  Everything the guy
does inside the wrestling ring is calculated and with a reason.

[Fontana locks a short arm scissors on that weakened arm and continues
to go to work with a growl across his face but a look that tells that
he is in full control.  Landis back to fighting staying alive with
that arm in trouble yet again.]

CL: This match is starting to have a little deja vu.  Tom Landis is
going to need to figure out a way to gain some control and keep
Fontana from tearing his arm off his shoulder if he wants to stay in
this match.

FH: Easier said then done, Chip.  He can try but the truth is that
Perry finds ways to get you in these situations.  It's what he does
and he is damn good at it.

[Landis this time uses his free and reaches over and begins
raining rapid short range punches down at Fontana finally breaking up
the hold.  As Landis pushes himself Fontana charges and leaps over
with a sunset flip.]


!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!


CL: Kick out by Landis.  And here comes Uncle Jack Fontana.

FH: Who invited him?  He better be on his way down with more family
loyalty then Tom Landis has.

[Uncle Jack nods to the fans as he gingerly makes his way the aisle
way with him cane.  The action continues inside the ring.  Fontana
pulls Landis up to where he is sitting position.  From behind he
drives the forearm across with crossfaces ...]


"___THWAAP___"


"___THWAAP___"


"___THWAAP___"


FH: Fontana knocking the taste out of Landis mouth!

CL: Fontana turns Landis towards Uncle Jack now and he is saying
something in French to him.

FH: Hopefully the captions are turned on and PVW doesn't mess them up
this time.

[Uncle Jack seems to be returning the dialog back to Fontana.  Perry
picks up Fontana and sends him in the corner wish an Irish whip.  With
Landis slumped into the corner.  Fontana steps out on the ring apron
and is now having words pointing for Uncle Jack to return towards the
back.]

CL: Perry isn't happy that Uncle Jack is even down here at ring side.

FH: Uncle Jack needs to realize that Perry is tired of carrying Tom
Landis on his shoulders.

CL: What are you talking about, Fred?  Tom Landis was the glue to
Everlasting Hell and the one who was down at ring side no matter what.

FH: Selective memory, Chip.

[Tom Landis comes roaring out from the corner and absolutely murders
Fontana with a roaring elbow that sends him flying off the ring apron
and he lands right at the feed of Uncle Jack who just stares down at
his nephew shaking his head.]


[HUGE COMEBACK POP!]


FH: Uncle Jack already distracting Perry!  Get him out of here ref.

CL:  That is not the case.  Uncle Jack put his heart and soul into
this tag team.  Mentoring both Tom and Perry and trying to help them
accomplish their dreams.

FH: You mean Uncle Jack's dreams?

[Landis has now rolled to the outside and he is a bit slow moving but
helps Fontana make it back to his feet.  He sends him head first
crashing into the side of the ring apron with a force!]


"___THUUUUUUD___"


CL: Landis is on an adrenaline rush.

FH: Most get that way after getting the crap kicked out of them for
quite some time.

CL: Landis is one of the toughest men in the PVW, Fred.  He always
comes out here injured or not.

FH: He is an opportunist.  Perry has carried him on his back long
enough.

CL: Sometimes I wonder if it was the other way.

FH: Not in this world.

[Landis stumbles over and mounts Fontana who is slumped up against the
ring apron and begins dropping bombs ...]

"___BOOM___"

"___BOOM___"

"___BOOM___"

"___BOOM___"

CL: Landis is just driving those forearms and big rights into the side
of Fontana's head.  He pulls of Fontana and rolls him in under the
ropes.  Landis now on the ring apron and climbs the turnbuckle and
sits perched waiting.

FH: Come on Perry don't let Tom Landis start a comeback now.

[As Fontana returns to his feet ... Tom Landis leaps off wrapping his
arm around Fontana's head with a big tornado DDT!]


"___THUUUUUUUD___"


[SPOT POP!]


CL: LANDIS HOOKS A LEG!


!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!


FH: Fontana with a big kick out.  Take that Landi boy!

[Landis pulls Fontana back up and sends him across with a corner
shaking Irish whip.  Landis then charges and drives a knee into
Fontana's abdominal.  He then begins to climb up the turnbuckles in
the
corner and begins raining down mounted punches.  Landis then yells out
- "And her name is Chelsea!"  Then proceeds to spell the name with
each shot - C H E L S E A ... The crowd joins in and gives Landis a
huge
pop as he climbs down and Fontana stumbles out tossing a wild swing
that comes nowhere close to connecting.  Landis uses the second ropes
in the corner and does a flip over ace crusher driving Landis right
back down to the mat.]



"___THUUUUUUD___"


[SIGNATURE SPOT POP!]


CL: Diamond Dust and another cover!


!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!


!!! THREE !!!


[NOOO SO CLOSE POP!]


CL: NO! Perry just got a shoulder up.  Uncle Jack thought that Tom had
it there.  Landis back up quickly and grabs the right leg of Fontana.
He is looking to put a figure four leg lock on!

FH: Well Perry is the king of arm locks not leg locks ... It _could_
work I guess.

[Landis going to turn and lock it in, but Fontana leans up and jams a
thumb right into Landis eye breaking the attempt.  Uncle Jack quickly
in the ear of Max Kelly.  Fontana pushes himself back up slowly.]

CL: It's been a war thus far.  Both men pulling out big time moves in
an attempt to pick up the victory here at Tradition five.

FH: Fontana is up and now it's going to get ugly for Landis.

[He swings, but Landis ducks under and charges Fontana forward and
drives him down with a big countering bulldog!]


"___THUUUUUUUD___"


CL: Huge counter by Tom Landis.  And He is still trying to clear the
vision back in his eye from that thumb.

FH: Tom should really learn to be more careful.

[Landis taking a few moments to clear the "blur" out of that eye.  He
finally moves over and helps Perry back up to his feet.  He goes to
send him across, but Perry reverses it ...  Landis comes roaring off
the
ropes and right into a lifting and spinning SPINEBUSTER!]


"___THUUUUUUUUD___"


CL: Big time spinebuster by Fontana.  That deflates the excitement of
the Mesa crowd.

FH: Dang right it does.  They can smell it in the air.  Things are
about to get grim for, Tom Landis.

[Perry is now shaking the cobwebs off and he yells out - I am going to
break his arm - AOUUUU OUUUIIIS!  He grabs that arm and begins
stomping and kicking it at a close range.]

THUMP!

THUD!

THUMP!

THUD!

CL: Fontana is going right back to work on that weakened arm and
shoulder area.

FH: I told you, Chip.  Calculated ring general out there.  He knows
what he is going to do before he even does it.

[Fontana now yanks Landis up by his hair and charges him shoulder
first into the corner of the ring ...]


"___CRUUUUUNNNCH___"


CL: Fontana is just brutalizing that arm now.

FH: Landis will be lucky to be able to lift it up when Perry is done.

[Fontana has that look in his eyes and he calls for Landis to fight
like a man that his sister could be proud of.  Landis turns around and
steps closer and Fontana nails him with a big knife-edge chop.]


"___TWAAAAP___"


Crowd: WOOOOOO


CL: Landis with a chop of his own!


"___TWAAAAP___"


Crowd: WOOOOOO


[Both men begin trading chops ...]


"___TWAAAAAP___"

"___TWAAAAAP___"

"___TWAAAAAP___"

"___TWAAAAAP___"

[Chops have now changed to fist ... And Fist are flying inside the
center of the ring.  The wear and tear is kicking in ... Both men have
been through a back and forth battle.  The punches are slowing down.
Fontana drives a big punch and Landis takes a few steps backwards but
comes right back connecting with a big right hand of his own.]

CL: All the months of holding back.  All the moments of false "love".
It has all come down to this.

FH: If Landis loved his sister he would just lay on the mat and let
Fontana win.

CL: If Emily loved her brother she wouldn't have put him in this place
in the first part.

[Fontana with a near desperation kick to his brother-in-law's gut,
then whips him across with an Irish whip.  Fontana charges at full
speed but runs right into a boot to the face, sending him staggering
back to the middle of the ring.]

CL: Landis just got a boot up.  You can bet he enjoyed kicking Fontana
right in the mouth.

FH: It's usually your mother-in-law you would want to kick in the
mouth.  Or in Perry's case his uncle.

[Fontana turns around and Landis explodes out of the corner with a
charging clothesline, only to run right into a northern lights suplex.
The referee drops down to count the bridging pin.]


!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!


[SHOULDER UP POP!]


CL: Landis just gets a shoulder up!  Fontana is now yanking Landis
back up to his feet.  He applies a standing armbar ... He is setting
up
for that armbar driver!

FH: This could be leading to the Amputation!

[Landis appeared to be waiting on the armbar and unexpectedly turns
his arm and slides out.  He grabs Fontana and implant DDT ...]


"___THUUUUUD___"


[UNEXPECTING SPOT POP!]


CL: Landis just planted Fontana's head into that mat.  He is stumbling
around ...

[He has the dazed Fontana ...  And Landis grabs the arm of Fontana and
... LOCKS ON A ARMBAR HIMSELF AND DROPS HIM DOWN!]


[HOLY MOLY SHOCKING POP!!!]


FH: What!?!?!

CL: This is a epic moment in PVW history.  The first time Perry
Fontana has ever been placed in any sort of armbar.  Look at the face
of Fontana he can't believe it!  Uncle Jack is loving it!

[Fontana is shaking his head "no" as the referee asks him if he gives
up.  The fans are rocking the arena now going absolutely nuts
screaming for Fontana to submit.  Fontana seems to be positioning
himself to find a way out.]

FH: If anyone knows how to get out of any sort of armbar it's, Perry
Fontana.

CL: You would think so, but then again this is the first time we have
even seen him on the opposite end of an armbar.

FH: Perry has been training Landis in an attempt to make him a worthy
partner.  You have to assume he was able to pick _something_ up from
Fontana.

[The fans and Uncle Jack continuing to roar in support behind Tom
Landis.  The moment only lasted a bit longer as Fontana was finally
able to reach the ropes.  After rubbing a little salt in the wound by
keeping it one until the three count from the referee, Tom Landis
released the hold.]

CL: Landis has Fontana in a bad spot now.  He is fully inside his
brother-in-law's head.

FH: Fontana will find a way.  He _always_ finds a way.

[Fontana uses the ropes to get back to his feet.  He takes a few extra
seconds as he seems to favor that arm that was locked.]

CL: Finally Fontana can find out what it feels like to be on the
opposite end of one of those nasty arm locks.

FH: Fontana has wrote the PVW book on any sort of arm locks.  He will
be able to over come this.  I'm not worried.

[As Landis approaches it becomes obvious he was milking it a little
bit as he grabs the face of Tom Landis and just _rakes_ it across
blinding his brother-in-law.]


[BOOOOOOOOOO!]


CL: Fontana played possum a little and he has cheated to get the
upperhand again.

FH: And what Tom Landis played everything by the rules right there?
How about those extra three seconds!

CL: Not even close to the same.  Referee Max Kelly is warning Fontana
to keep things clean.

FH: An eye for an eye, Cousin!

CL: Oh brother.

[Fontana catches the blinded Landis in a single-arm DDT ...]


"___THUUUUUUD___"


CL: Fontana with his armbar takedown.  He is now right back on his
feet and walking over to the turnbuckles and he is ripping the top one
off.  Come on Perry keep this match clean!

FH: Too late for that now, Chip.  Tom Landis already brought this
match down to that level.  Now Perry has to teach his brother-in-law a
lesson.

CL: More like he has to use everything he can to get the upperhand.
Tom Landis shook this arena by getting the upper hand at Perry's own
game.

[Fontana ignores Max Kelly and tosses that padding aside.  Landis is
slowly pushing himself to his feet.  Fontana right over with a kick to
that arm he has been working on most of the match.  He then swings
upward with a big European uppercut.  With Landis in trouble and Uncle
Jack slamming his hands on the mat trying to get the referee to do
something about that turnbuckle.  Perry turns around and again says
something in French towards his uncle. He grabs the back of Landis
head and begins charging him forward towards that exposed turnbuckle!]


[AIIIIIE HOLDING BREATH POP!!!]


CL: That snake ... Fontana looking to end this match driving Landis
towards that exposed turnbuckle ...


[WAIT A SECOND POP!]


... LANDIS GOT HIS BOOT OUT AND STOPPED IT!

FH: Those few seconds of distraction by Uncle Jack may have been just
what Landis needed!

[Landis fighting Fontana off as he tries to drive that head forward.
Landis then turns the tides and grabs the back of Fontana's head and
_drives_ it forward into that exposed metal!]


"___SMAAAAAACK___"


[HELL YEAH JUSTICE POP!]


FH: No!  This should be a DQ.  Call the match ref!

[Uncle Jack pumps his fist like a highschooler!]

CL: Where was that talk just moments ago as Fontana was driving Landis
towards it.   Landis grabs the back of Fontana's head again and
_drives_ it down a second time.  Max Kelly telling Landis that's
enough, but the damage has been done!

FH: Of course it has.  When was METAL exposed turnbuckles legal?

CL: When Perry Fontana removed the padding from the turnbuckles.

FH: Oh I see ... Selective judgement.

[Fontana is seeing stars ... That exposed metal has opened up his
forehead above his eye.  He stumbles only being able to stay on his
feet by the toughness he has shown throughout his wrestling career.
Landis picks his brother-in-law into a vertical suplex lift ... And
changes Fontana into a sit-down powerbomb as he drives him down!]


"___THUUUUUUUUUUUD___"


[ROOOOOOOARING POP!!!!]


CL: CHICAGO THUNDERBOMB II!!!!  I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS!


!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




!!! THREE !!!


[FANS EXPLODE INTO AN ARENA SHAKING POP!]



*DING*DING*DING*


FH: This is a sad day in PVW history.  Tradition V had so much promise
... And Max Kelly had to kill it by allowing Tom Landis to resort to
dirty tactics.  Where is justice in America?

CL: Tom Landis has done it!  He has over come everything Perry Fontana
has put him through.  With mounting injuries he fought tooth and nail
tonight.  And even after Fontana appeared to have things wrapped up he
was able to stop him cold in his tracks and pick up the victory.

[Herk Douglas's voice booms through the arena ...]

HD: THE WINNER OF THE MATCH ...  "THE HELLRAISER"  ... TOM LANDIS!


[FANS ROAR AGAIN AT THE ANNOUNCEMENT!]


CL: Tom Landis has picked up the biggest victory in his PVW career up
to date.  A little revenge was served and tonight he can sit back and
celebrate with the Landis family.

FH: Not with Emily ... She will be comforting her husband.  At least
Perry will win there.  He has already won her heart.

CL: I think everyone is finding out what kind of man Perry Fontana
really is.

FH: You think you know Fontana, Chip?  Just wait until Heatwave now.
I can promise you what just went down tonight will _not_ sit well with
him.  Perry Fontana is a winner and he will always be a winner.
Tonight wasn't even a set back.  It was a mistake that he will fix.

CL: Tonight is a night that we will _all_ remember when Tom Landis
beat Perry Fontana.

[Camera catches Landis leaving with Uncle Jack from the ring.  A big
smile sits across the veterans face.  He slaps a few hands with the
fans and then turns back to the center of the ring.  Perry Fontana has
now started to make his way to his feet.  A look of shock and rage
fills the former PVW Network and Tag Team Champion's face.  Uncle Jack
turns back and looks at Fontana.  The two Fontana's look at one
another. Landis puts his hand on Uncle Jack's shoulder and the two
begin walking up as they celebrate the huge win.]

CL: Fontana isn't happy, Fred.

FH: Of course he isn't.  Would you be if you just found out that Tom
Landis stole a victory?

CL: Tom Landis has earned everything he has gotten in the PVW.  And
tonight he earned the right to have his hand raised high in victory.

[We cut backstage to PVW's very own Caleb Foley.  The Celtic Crippler
is sitting on the locker room bench with his head hung low and a towel
that covers over the back of him.  His locker still swung wide open
the camera catches a photo of after his first match in PVW.  His
father and him.  Finally the towel is removed and the Celtic Crippler
raises his head to face the camera.]

Caleb Foley: There isn't a lot left to say.  At Rise From the Ashes II
I had my chance to shut Johnny Detson up.  While he didn't beat be
soundly he still did just that ... _beat_ me.

[Foley looks back down at the ground and shakes his head.]

Caleb Foley: I then had to wrestle through his collection of games.
First was the mind as he tested my friendship with Larry Gionet.  Next
was emotions as I had to take on a long time rival in his match of
specialty.  Then finally I was tested physically against the Misery
Machine ...  When all the dust settled and the blood washed off.  I
still stood tall ...  I still raised my head high ...  I still heard
the
chants from the PVW fans.

[Foley nods his head full of determination.]

Caleb Foley: I've heard the calls for justice.  The demands of
retribution.  I've read the fan mail of cold blooded revenge.  And
it's all came down to tonight.  Johnny Detson and Caleb Foley in two
out of three falls.  How fitting that it's at Tradition five.  You see
I may only be a few years young in my career, but I have always built
my career on tradition and the foundation this sport was built on.  In
my first year I wrestled for the PVW Heavyweight Championship _twice_.
Some say I left those matches empty handed.  While I say I learned how
to fail.

[Foley takes a deep breathe.]

Caleb Foley: Then I was forced to leave the PVW for a short time.  I
was forced to leave the only place I really called home.  I wasn't all
there after the passing of my father.  However I learned to be a man.

[You can hear the emotion in Caleb Foley's voice.]

Caleb Foley: Then I returned to defend the honor and respect of PVW.
At Rise From the Ashes II the story had been written.  All I needed to
do was come out and beat you, Johnny Detson.  Instead I had to lean
back on those lessons I learned in my first two years as a PVW
wrestler.  I had to remember what it was like to over come failure.
And I had to look back at the advice my father gave me and dig down
deep and continue to be that same man.

[Now with his chest pushed out.]

Caleb Foley: Tonight I will head out with all those chants for
justice.  I will head out with all those fan letters on my back.  The
PVW fans are my family.  They are my avenue for sanity.  While you
mock this great organization it continues to give you an avenue to
rebuild your legacy.  Me on the other hand?   This is my house Johnny
Detson.  Sure I haven't wore the ten pounds of gold yet.  Sure I
haven't won any wrestler of the year accolades.  And I haven't beaten
Johnny Detson yet.

[Foley stands up.]

Caleb Foley: One of those changes tonight.  I failed in defending the
honor of my family.  Tonight I wont fail in bringing justice and pride
back to _our_ house.  And when our match is over Johnny ... Remember
one thing.

This place was open before you arrived.

It survived after you sued it from firing you.

And when I am done beating you at your own game.  Things will go back
to nothing more then Johnny Detson trying to fit back in a locker room
that hates him.  PVW will always survive and that will be the _end_ of
your game.

[Cut back to the announcers.]

CL: Strong words by Caleb Foley as he prepares for the task at hand in
facing Johnny Detson here tonight.

FH: Strong words sure ... Delusional but strong words.

CL: What a night tonight has been.  To recap we saw Sinister lead his
team to victory.  Kip Butler of Hollywood by Night winning the tag
team showcase.  Chance McKenzie picked up the biggest win of his young
PVW career.  Max and Sal shocked us all win winning the HIT
tournament.

FH: You mean _stole_!

CL: Rick Marley took Rob Cole's place and defended the PVW World
Heavyweight Championship.  Larry Gionet turned on his partner costing
his team the victory in tag team action.  And we just witnessed Tom
Landis defeat his brother in law.

FH: I still refuse that Tom Landis actually won.

CL: Believe it, Fred!  With all that being said we still have a tag
team title match, a number one contenders match, and a two out of
three falls match.  Plus Dean Hayes is in pursuit of a representative
of Kyle Lee.  And the PVW American Champion, Hersher von Donkerhardt
will be airing a response on the attacks by Marcus Manson.

FH: As long as the identity of Doc Holliday is no more after tonight.
Tradition five will be a major success.

CL: That is possible.

FH: Damn right it is.

CL: The Voice is standing inside the ring and ready to announce the
next match.

HD: This match is scheduled for one fall and for the PVW tag team
Championship belts.

[The lights dim, there are two spotlights that shine down from the
heavens and the sounds of singing like you'd hear from a boys choir in
church can be heard.  It's in Latin, of course.]

HD: Heading to the ring at this team at a total combined weight of
five hundred twelve and one quarter pounds, the team of E.W Montgomery
and Vega Caliente... the ARIZONA CHOIR BOOOOOOOYS!!

[Cowbell.  Guitar riff.

Nazareth's "Hair of the Dog" takes over for the angelic singing
chorus, the lights begin to flash and out from the back heads out the
duo.  Vega wears his mask, and white and black wrestling pants with
boots that have the outline of a naked woman on them.  His boots also
have white fringe hanging off of the sides to give it some flair!
Vega also is still wearing a sleeveless "Blue Oyster Cult" t-shirt.
Next to him is the hoss known as E.W Montgomery or Monty.  With a wad
of chewing tobacco in his mouth Monty wears a pair of wrestling
shorts, which are mostly black and go down about halfway down the
thigh color but have the American Flag on the back.  He also wears
black knee pads, and has his right arm all wrapped up tape and a black
elbow pad and ready to rip off someone's head.]

# Now you're messin with a... #
# A son of a bitch #
# Now you're messin with a son of a bitch #

[The two get into the ring, Monty slams full steam ahead into the ring
ropes to get a feel for them, as he hits a wad of chewing tobacco
falls out of his mouth and to the outside of the ring.  While this is
going on, Vega stands on the top turnbuckle and looks out over the
crowd.  As he hops down the music fades and they wait for their
opponents to head on out.]

CL: The Arizona Choir Boys have looked good in the their last two
matches and quickly becoming fan favorites here in the PVW.

FH: They are going to have their hands full against two of tag teams
best, Livestock and Ohno Ow.

CL: There is no disagreeing with that.  The only question is how good
will they be wrestling together?

[The image of mist covered mountains at sunrise is shown on the
videotron, as the opening notes to "Kung Fu Fighting" by Carl Douglas
begins playing.  As the sun rises, a ying yang symbol forms over it,
as two figures step out from behind the curtain spotlights appearing
on them.]

MUSIC: OOOOWOWOOOOOooooo... OOOOWOWOOOOOooooo...

HD:  And their opponents... the team of... LIVESTOCK ZAPPA AND
OOOOOOOHNOOOOOOOOOO!

MUSIC: OOOOWOWOOOOOooooo... OOOOWOWOOOOOooooo...

#Everybody was KUNG FU Fightiiiiing... (HAH!)#

MUSIC:  Everybody was Kung Fu Fightiiiiing (HAH!)#
Those kicks were fast as lightning (HAH!)#

[Ohno strikes a number of martial arts poses, making sure to emphasize
each of the "HAH"s in the entrance music with a martial arts kick, as
Livestock follows close behind, not sure what to make of things...
then walking noticeably slower as the ever energetic Yin Meili bounds
out wearing a Chinese tea dress, of all things, which she seem to be
wearing only a thong under, with the more classically beautiful,
though just as easy on the eyes, Violet Yang close behind
wearing a what looks like a 1930s era cocktail dress.  Livestock's
eyes, noticeably wander down as he... *ahem*... watches the
entranceway for sneak attacks.  Yes... that's it.]

In fact, it was a little bit frightening #
But they fought with expert timing #

[Though he is momentarily distracted from his "duty" when Zeke Craven
strides out wearing a silk robe and still smoking a Chinese pipe.
After a brief exchange the two return their attention to taking in the
view of the ladies in front of them as they continue down the aisle.]

There where funky China men from funky Chinatown #
They were chopping them up #
They were chopping them down #

[Ohno reaches the ring and leaps onto the apron, striking another
martial arts pose, before hand-springing over the ropes and landing in
a martial arts pose.]

It's an ancient Chinese art #
And everybody knew their part #
From a faint into a slip #
And a kickin' from the hip #

[Reaching the ring, and somewhat reluctantly taking his eyes off the
ladies, Livestock bounds up onto the apron slingshots himself over the
top rope into the ring next to his opponent.]

Everybody was Kung Fu fighting (HAH)#
Those kicks were fast as lightning (HAH)#
In fact it was a little bit frightning (HAHA)#
But they fought with expert timing  [fades...]#

CL: Zeke is going to have his hands full tonight managing these two.
The Gutch and Ohno are quite the opposites inside the ring.

FH: What are you saying?  Are you saying that Ohno can't do an egg
fart?

CL: I sure hope not.

FH: Egg drop soup fart maybe?

CL: It appears the two lighter men will be starting the match off with
Vega and Ohno Ow.

[Referee Lou Crowe holds up the two PVW tag team championship belts as
both teams look on.]


_____ ____  _________________________________________________________
/__   \ ___|              TRADITION V - MESA, ARIZONA
/ /\/___ \             PVW Tag Team Championship Match:
/ /   ___) |        Arizona Choir Boys v. Livestock and Ow
\/   |____/ _________________________________________________________




*DING*DING*DING*

CL: And there is the sound of the bell!  We have a tag team
championship match here under way.

FH: What turned out to be our _second_ championship match of the
night!

[Ow and Livestock shockingly to much to everyone dismay had no issues
settling on Ohno starting the match off.  The two lightweights of the
groups begin circling one another as the fans watch on waiting for the
first move.]

CL: And Vega is challenging Ohno to tie-up with him.

FH: Ohno isn't going to fall for any of those two's games.  He is a
true tag team legend in this industry.  Arizona Choir Boys can't even
sniff his jock.

CL: I doubt they would want too.

[They both cut in and have the same thought with a boot to the gut.
Of course the sound effects are much more dramatic coming from Ohno
Ow.  Vega decides to hit the ropes and Ohno drops down to his stomach.
Vega rebounds and Ohno is up and leaps into a leaping side kick that
Vega just ducks under and rebounds off the opposite side  he
springboards ... and lands right behind Ohno who does a back flip
backwards into a martial arts standing position next to Livestock.]

CL: Both men are very quick inside the ring.  Vega Caliente like the
exciting Senor Cloak Dos has a wide array of luchadore move set.  It's
quite a contrast of Ohno Ow's Asian martial arts move set.

FH: Ohno reminds me of that one quote - Fly like a butterfly and sting
like a bee.

CL: Mohammed Ali?

FH: No Ohno Ow.

[The two men begin circling one another again.  And this time Ohno
isn't wasting any time and drives a martial arts combo with a jab,
chop, kick, and palm strike.  Vega stumbles backwards in pain as Ohno
finishes him off with an axe kick.]

FH: Classic Ohno right there.  Remember when Ohno was close to winning
the PVW Network Championship?

CL: I do remember when he won a Rush Hour for the Network Shot that
ended up being a two-on-one in favor of PAIN.

FH: The PAIN way!

[Ohno now backs him up into the ropes and sends him across.  Tilt-a-
whirl ... Vega counters into a headscissors ... but Ohno lands into a
somersault onto his feet.  Vega charges forward and hits the PVW tag
team champion with a step up enziguri!]


"___TWAAAAP___"


CL: Look at these two go!  Vega now backing Ohno up with close range
forearm shots.   He tags in Livestock and sends Vega across with an
Irish Whip.

[Ohno runs up the turnbuckle and springs off with a flying martial
arts kick that's nowhere near on target... until Livestock catches
him, spins and redirects him with a throw, sending him right into Vega
with the kick.]


"___THUUUUUUD___"


[SHOCKING POP!]


CL: WOW!

[Ohno, of course, acts like this was the plan all along as he steps to
the outside taking a bow.]

FH: Ohno with a precise shot.

CL: If you call Livestock being in the right place the right time,
precise then yes I agree.

FH: That was all planned, Chip.

CL: Yeah okay, Fred.

[Ohno pulls Vega up to his feet and quickly wraps his arms around the
waist of Vega and hoists him into the air.]

FH: Stun Gun!

CL: Vega is grabbing his throat in pain as Ohno reaches down and pulls
Vega back to his feet.

FH: And a tag into Livestock who quickly runs to the far side ropes as
Ohno is whipping Vega at him ...

CL: Leaping Yakuza kick!


"___CRAAACCCCK___"


FH: If it wasn't for the mask I bet we would have seen teeth flying
across the ring!

[Ohno takes another bow before exiting the ring as Livestock pulls
Vega up to his feet hoists him onto his shoulder.]

FH: I wonder if Livestock is looking for his patented running
powerslam.

[As if in answer Livestock takes a few steps forward but Vega pushes
himself off of Livestock's back and drops towards his corner where he
stretches and tags in the big man for his team E.W. Montgomery. Monty
enters the ring and stares at Livestock for a few seconds before
rushing forward.]

CL: Monty looking for that 'Merican Lariat!

FH: But Livestock ducks it and Monty hits the ropes.

[Monty rebounds off of the ropes and drives his massive frame into
Livestock taking him down with a shoulderblock. Livestock though is
quickly back to his feet and the two big men lock-up. They struggle
for a few moments and neither man gets a real advantage so they shove
one another backwards and stare at on another once again. Monty
charges forward and this time the shoulderblock doesn't Livestock.
Monty slaps his chest and dares Livestock to try. Livestock rushes
towards the rope gaining a head of steam.]

CL: And again neither man moves! Livestock daring Monty to try it
again ...

[Monty hits the ropes with authority and Zeke grabs his leg causing
him to stumble and Livestock capitalizes by driving a boot right to
the jaw of Monty.]

FH: Someone needs to tell Monty to lay off the juice before a match.

CL: What? Zeke Craven tripped him.

FH: Yeah .. yeah.

[Monty is driven into the ropes and Livestock quickly follows him and
drives the forearm into the head of Monty. He follows up with a second
forearm and whips across the ropes ...]

CL: Livestock following Monty into the ropes and he drills him with a
knee right as he turns around.

[Monty doubles over from the impact and nearly falls through the
ropes, but he able to grab a hold of the middle rope and stay in the
ring. Vega though has grabbed the top rope and springboards up and
drills Livestock with a dropkick. Vega kips up and rives a boot into
the chest of Livestock before Crowe begins to usher him out of the
ring. Ohno enters the ring and Livestock and him grab Monty by both
arms as Vega tries to get Crowe to turn around.]

FH: Vega though he was helping his partner now all he is doing is
hurting him.

CL: Double whip ... double back body drop! Live stock exiting the ring
and Ohno slaps his hands together.

FH: He's letting Crowe know there was a tag.

[Crowe turns around he looks puzzled for a moment but Ohno signals
there was a tag and Crowe let's the match continue. Ohno pulls Monty
back to his feet and drives a palm thrust into his chest forcing him
back to the ropes.]


"___SMAAACCCK___"


CL: And a vicious kick to the side of Monty's head! Monty is
staggering  and Ohno grabs his head ...

FH: Bulldog! Monty driven to the mat face first.

[Monty tries to push himself to his feet but Ohno places a kick to
mid-section and ribs that flips him over to his back. Ohno reaches up
and tags in Livestock who quickly perches himself onto the top rope.]

CL: Could Livestock be looking for that heart drop elbow of his?

FH: The what? It's an elbow drop he doesn't have any stupid nicknames
for it!

[Ohno though stands in front of Livestock and grabs his arm and twists
martial art throwing Livestock off of the top rope. Livestock flips
over and drills Monty with a modified senton splash.]

FH: Whatever these two were practicing on the high wire seemed to work
as the just nail a spike flip onto Monty!

CL: It's called a senton, Fred.

FH: I don't need a sun tan.

[Zeke claps as Ohno exits the ring and Livestock hooks the leg of
Monty.]



!!! ONE !!!





!!! TWO !!!



CL: Montgomery kicks out!

FH: The Arizonian has some fight left in him yet, Chip.

[Livestock grabs Monty by one of his arms and pulls him to his feet
and quickly takes him with back down with a short arm clothesline.
Livestock reaches and tags back in Ohno.]

FH: Quick in and out tags here by the champions. They are working
together better than anyone would have thought.

CL: Maybe it's cause it doesn't take Ohno hours to catch his breath
like it does Gutch.

FH: That's mean, Chip .. even for you.

Livestock pulls Monty to his feet as Ohno enters the ring. Ohno drops
into a split, hitting a series of punches on the way down, the last
one being to the groin. The crowd moans as Monty doubles over.]

CL: Low blow!

FH: It was an accident!

[Livestock jumps and enziguris Monty. Ohno shoots back-up to his feet
and, with a boost from Livestock comes up high in the air and then
gets spiked down feet first on the chest of poor Monty. The crowd
moans once again from the impact of the stomp kick as Monty winches in
pain.]

CL: That stomp kick looks like it could broken Monty's ribs.

FH: Ohno Ow is hooking the leg!



!! ONE !!!




[Vega springboards to the top rope.]


!!! TWO !!!



[Vega leaps and drives a leg drop to the back of Livestock's head. Lou
Crowe thrusts two fingers into the air and turns ordering Vega out of
the ring. Vega though grabs the arm of Monty and drags him a bit
towards his corner before Crowe forces him fully out of the ring. Vega
begins to slam on the top turnbuckle firing up the crowd as Lou Crowe
begins to count both men down.]

CL: Monty has been taking a lot of punishment but Vega's blindside leg
drop really seemed to rattle the head of Livestock.

FH: Cheating Mexicans ...

CL: He's a citizen, Fred.

FH: So says the man who wears a mask. Mask's equal criminals, Chip.

[Monty slowly tries to pull himself towards his corner as Livestock
pushes himself back to his feet. The crowd is reaching a fever pitch
as Monty stretches and Livestock leaps.]

[HOT TAG POP!]

CL: And Vega is tagged back in!

[Vega slingshots himself over the top rope back into the ring and
drives Livestock back into the ropes with a vicious series of knife-
edge chops. He quickly whips Livestock towards the far side ropes and
catches him with a leg whip that sends the tag team champion to the
mat.]

CL: Vega is on fire right now as he drops his knee into the side of
Livestock's head.

[Vega back to his feet and he charges catching Ohno with an elbow to
the side that sends him to the floor. Ohno grabs the side of his face
as Vega returns to Livestock and whips him into the ropes and takes
him over with a picture perfect hurricanrana. The fans go wild as he
reaches back and grabs Livestock's leg for a pinfall. As he reaches
back Zeke Craven climbs to the ring apron and begins to scream at Lou
Crowe that he had the hair of Livestock.]

CL: Listen to the fans cheer Vega on! And yet somehow Zeke is claiming
he was cheating!

FH: Of course he was he's a criminal!

CL: I don't want to hear it, Fred. come on Lou turn around!

[Lou Crowe finally turns around and drops for the cover.]



!!! ONE !!!





!!! TWO !!!



FH: And Livestock kicks out!

CL: He had twenty seconds to!

FH: Bitter bitter, Chip.

[Vega slaps the mat in frustration as the crowd boos Lou Crowe for
lateness getting to the cover. Vega stands to his feet and turns
around to pull Livestock back up but Ohno slides into the ring and
locks on a full nelson.]

CL: And the champions now double teaming Vega as Livestock is up and
driving a series of rights and lefts into the mid-section of Vega.

FH: It's what happens when you assault a man standing on the apron.

CL: Where is Monty?

FH: He's umm .. well he appears to be flirting with Violet and Yin.

CL: What? You have to be kidding me ... that's something you would do!

FH: Look for yourself.

[Monty winks at the two women at ringside as Ohno shoves Vega forward
and leaps into the air.]

CL: He really is ...

FH: Bicycle kick! Vega is down again and Livestock pulls him up ...
exploder suplex. Livestock nailing the little jumping bean with
authority there!

CL: Crowe is ordering Ohno out of the ring and Livestock drops for the
cover.



!!! ONE !!!



[Monty looks into ring and screams MEXICAN!]



!!! TWO !!!



[Monty dives as Crowe's hand begins to fall for the third time.]


!!! THR- !!!



CL: And Monty barely made the save in time!

FH: Livestock is arguing that he had the three count.

[Lou Crowe though shakes his head no and thrusts two fingers in the
air. Livestock screams as Monty exits the ring and stomps his feet for
Vega to get back up. Livestock pulls Vega up and the smaller Vega
stomps on Livestock's foot and leap frogs over him but Ohno charges
into the ring and sends him crashing to the mat with a dropkick.]

FH: And Ohno cuts Vega off from his partner. Livestock pulling Vega up
and he looks to be going for a powerbomb ...

[At the apex of the powerbomb though Vega grabs the back of
Livestock's head and rains down right hand after hand. Livestock's
grip loosens and Vega drops down in front of Livestock and drives him
in the gut with a knee.]

FH: Livestock looks pissed off here! He hates being hit in the face.

[Vega connects with a quick swinging neckbreaker and he makes his way
to his corner. Livestock is up quickly though and charges ...]

CL: Livestock charging and Vega reaches for the tag ...

[The crowd explodes as Vega makes the tag and Livestock nail him with
a spear that sends him crashing to the ring apron. Live stock is
pushing himself up and Monty just stomps on his hands. Monty pulls
Livestock up and drives him into the ropes. He slams his elbow under
the jaw of Livestock and whips him into the far side ropes.]

CL: Monty charging after Livestock he's going for the 'Merican Lariat!

FH: Livestock ducks!

CL: Monty slams on the breaks and spins around awaiting Livestock to
turn around ... spinebuster! If Monty had hit the 'Merican Lariat we
could be looking at new tag team champs.

FH: Well thankfully the chump didn't.

[The crowd cheers a Monty pulls Livestock to his feet. Monty swings
and drills Livestock with a bone crushing left hook.]


"___CRUUUNNNCH___"


[POP!]


CL: Livestock seeing stars!  Monty calls that the Tooth Loosening Left
Hook!  Monty making a cover and this could be it!


!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




[HEEL POP!]



... NO OHNO IN TO BREAK UP THE COUNT!

FH: What a good partner.  Ohno and Livestock are actually a well oiled
machine, Chip.

[And here comes Vega!  He comes springboarding off with a leg
clothesline taking Ohno down!  Monty pushes himself back up and pulls
Livestock back up.  He picks him up and nails him with a _vicious_
backbreaker!]


"___THUUUUUUUD___"


CL: TOMNSTONE THUNDERCRACKER AND LISTEN TO THESE ARIZONA FANS!  Vega
has Ohno backed up in the corner now ...  DOUBLE STOMP ONTO
LIVESTOCK'S
LOWER BACK BY MONTY!

FH: Livestock is in some trouble if Ohno doesn't do something quick!

[Monty grabs a hold of Livestock's leg and makes another cover as
Vegas now climbs up the turnbuckle and looks to be going for a Tornado
DDT.]


!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




"___CRUUUUNNNCH___"




[Livestock kicks out, but the crunch sound you heard was Zeke nailing
Vega over the skull with a briefcase shot.  Monty goes to pull up
Livestock but Ohno with a leaping kick to the back from behind, Ohno
then grabs Monty's head and slings him backwards, slamming his head
down on his knee.]


"___KAAAAATHUUUUUUD___"


[HEEL SIG MOVE POP!]


CL: Seeing Stars!

FH: You can bet that redneck is seeing stars right now.

[Lou Crowe is forcing Ohno back out of the ring and Livestock tags him
right back in.    Livestock now standing on the apron and sets up a
slingshot, as Ohno lines up for his A short arm reverse thrust kick.]

CL: This could be deadly ...

FH: Could we be seeing the set up of the tag team champions new tag
team finisher?

[Livestock hits a slingshot missile flying lariat to the back of the
dazed Monty's head as Ohno kicks them in the throat...]


"___THUUUUUUUUUD___"


[GASPING HEEL POP!]


CL: GOOD LORD!  A twist off Quiet on the Set!  And Monty looks to be
out cold!

FH: Looks like Monty just guzzled a twelve pack of Natty light.
Forget the EMT's call the mortician he looks dead!

CL: Ohno hooks a leg.


!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




!!! THREEE !!!


*DING*DING*DING*


HD: Ladies and gentlemen, you're winners and STILL PVW TAG TEAM
CHAMPIONS ... the team of ...


!!! LIVESTOCK ZAPPA AND DR. OHNO OW !!!


[BOOOOOOOO!]


CL: The fans aren't happy at all.  They expected that Ohno and
Livestock wouldn't be able to work together and this hometown Arizona
local favorites could steal a victory.  And at times it looked like
perhaps they could win, but never did Livestock and Ohno seem to miss
a beat.

FH: What is going to happen when The Gutch and Mal are ready to
return?

CL: Your guess is as good as mine.

[Vega now in checking over his partner who is still out of it.
Livestock and Ohno raise the PVW tag team championship belts high in
the air as the fans roar in boos again.  Zeke Craven stands in all
smiles as if he just unleashed a masterful plan.]

FH: Zeke Craven is a genius.  You don't get to be a lawyer of his
caliber doing nothing.

CL: That double finisher they did was devastating.  I'm not sure Monty
will be all there after tonight.

FH: Let's be honest, Chip.  Monty was _never_ all there.

CL: This is true.  However the Arizona Choir Boys are a local team
that seemed to start to gather quite a following.

FH: Well they had their shot.  Thanks for showing up!

CL: They did and thanks to a Zeke Craven briefcase shot things were
set up so that Ohno and Livestock sailed to the finish.

FH: They do make a good trio.  What should they call themselves?
Karate Law?  Painful Law?  How about Hollywood Law?

CL: I don't know ... At this point nobody knows how long they will
actually be a tag team.

FH: They are the tag team champions, Chip!  Get used to it!

CL: Hey I have no problem if they continue to win.  I am getting word
that Dean Hayes has tracked down the PVW American Champion who will
finally respond to the rumors of injuries and address, Marcus Manson.

[Scene: backstage. In front of a generic PVW logo backdrop we see
interview specialist "Swingin" Dean Hayes. Standing next to Hayes is
Herscher Von Donkerhardt, wearing a suit and tie, his American
Championship belt draped over his shoulder and sports several bruises
on his face in addiont to a look of determination.]

"Swinging Dean Hayes: With me today is the reigning PVW American
Champion, Herscher von Donkerhardt. Herscher is making his first
public appearance since the savage attack he suffered at the hands of
Marcus Manson and William Craven after his first defense of his title.
Speculation has been rampant about the status of Mr. Donkerhardt.
There have been rumors of him needing surgery for his injuries, as
well as talk that Herscher has been talking about retirement. Herscher
would you care to respond to these rumors?

HvD: Thank you for that introduction Dean. I have come here today for
two reasons. One is to give answers to thise questions. There has been
some speculation about my current status. Some have suggested I will
need surgery and some have suggested that I have been contemplating
reitrement from this business.

[Crowd jeers at mention of retirment.]

HvD: I will confirm to you Dean, PVW and all of its fans that these
rumors are in fact true.

[Gasps and sounds of shock from the spectators watching on the big
screen.]

HvD: My doctors have informed me that I will need surgery to fully
recover from the injuries I have faced after my match with William
Craven.  I have been told that if I don't have this surgery, I run the
risk of causing irreprablibe damage to myself and end my career. The
doctors gave me this information and provided me with an alternative
course of action, that course being retire so as not to put my body at
further risk.

[More jeers from the crowd.]


HvD: I told my doctors that I would need time to consider my options
to make the wisest choice. Today I am here to tell you PVW, and its
fans that I have decided that I will....

[HvD pauses for a moment.]

HvD: That I will choose, neither option.

[CROWD POP!]

Dean Hayes: But your putting both your life and career in danger. Why
would you choose to ignore their advice? Your career has basically
just started.

HvD: I am aware of this fact, and I weighed that against all other
possible factors in my decision. Either choice would be sane and
rational however there was one factor that outwieghed all the others.
That fact would be, that either way, I would have surrender this belt
and sit on the sidelines. I wouldn't be able to look at myself in the
mirror if I just walked away and let Manson get away with what he has
done to me. Also I could not sit idly by and watch someone else step
in the ring with this title, someone who did not beat me for it,
especially if that someone is Marcus Manson! You want this belt Misery
Machine? Better get ready to earn it, this title is won, not awarded!


[FACE POP!]

HvD: And that brings me to the other reason I am here. Manson wanted
to get my attention, and the attention of PVW. Apparently that winning
streak he was on, just wasn't enough for PVW to notice him, at least
as quick as he wanted to be. It woud have been only a matter of time
that someone with Mansons abilites would be named a top contender to
any of the Titles in this organization, but that wasn't good enough
for him. What does he do? He decides he wants my attention by showing
me he is true contender, a worthy competitor. And Marcus does this by,
attacking me from behind, backstage at Heatwave.

[Boos and jeers from the crowd.]

HvD: This gets my attention, and I recognize his efforts and reward
them accordingly by calling him a little Chi[edit]t.

[FACE POP!]

HvD: How does Manson react? He decides he didn't get his message
across, so he attempts to send it to me again. He decides to show me
and the rest of the world that he is a legitimate threat to me and
every other champion in PVW by, jumping me from behind again.

[More boos]

HvD: But Manson is a tough man, and he shows me how tough he is by
giving me the worst beating that I have ever received in PVW, thanks
to a 2 on 1 with his green friend William Craven.

[More boos]

HvD: This time he sent his message and it was received loud and clear.
Having received this message I have to admit my first impressions were
wrong about him.

[Heel Pop]

HvD: I had to admit to myself I was wrong, in light of the clear
message sent to me. With the knowedge of your message in mind, Today I
will say that Marcus Manson is not a little chi[edit]it.

[Heel pop]

HvD: No, he's a really really big chi[edit]it!

[FACE POP!]

HvD: Manson, you saw a chance to send a message and you did so.  Now
that I have this message I'm not sure what to do about it, other than
to send a message of my own.  Unlike you Manson, my messages don't
come in the form of sneak attacks, or doubleteams. Mine come in the
form of, challenges.

[FACE POP!]

HvD: Manson, I'm here today to issue you a challenge to a match for
the PVW American championship. Want attention? You got it. Want
championship gold? Here's your chance. Want to know why the fans have
chosen to cheer for me? Get in the ring and find out. Want respect?
You had it, but you threw it away when you jumped me from behind!

[FACE POP!]

HvD: Manson calls himself a Misery Machine.  I don't know if he's a
machine, but I know he's a monster. He's the monster we fear as young
children, that hide in the darkness and shadows, preying on our fears.
These monsters terrify us, but only for a time. We all grow up and we
see the monsters for what they are, nothing but fears of our making
that we allowed to control us. That's why they hide in shadows and
darkness, because in the light of day, we see them for what they truly
are, nothing.

[FACE POP!]

HvD: Is that what you are Marcus, a monster? Is that what you need to
be, what you want us to see?  Do you need to make youself the monster
to hide and protect the frightened little boy that's still believes in
them? I've grown up and I don't believe in monsters, now its your
turn. Grow up and step into the light and show us what you really are
monster, machine, or man. Do you even know what you are Manson?
Accept my challenge and find out.

[Herscher shakes Deans hand and thanks him for his time before walking
out of the shot.]

Dean Hayes: Strong words from HvD. Will Manson respond with strong
words of his own, or strong actions? Back to you guys

CL: WHOA ... Huge words by Hersher von Donkerhardt!

FH: Is everyone from the Netherlands this stupid?  He is going to risk
career ending injuries against a guy like Marcus Manson?  HELLO
MCFLY!?!

CL: von Donkerhardt already fought through Gibson Hayes games.  He did
the unthinkable and defeated Gibson Hayes in a steel cage after
putting his career on the line.  There is no way he is going to let
mounting injuries end his career before he can get some revenge on the
Misery Machine.  The question is will Manson even accept?

FH: Of course he will.  And HVD just made the decission that much
easier.  It's like painting a huge bullseye around your body saying
break me.

CL: Well we will find out what Marcus Manson has to say, but the Voice
is headed down to the ring as the night continues.

["Loyal to No-One" by The Dropkick Murphy's plays over the PA as the
arena goes completely silent. So silent in fact you could probably
hear a pin drop. The silence is broken by the Voice of PVW!]

HD: This match will be wrestled under two out of three falls rules.
Introducing first ... He hails from Dublin, Ireland and weighs in
tonight at two hundred and twenty five pounds ... ladies and gentlemen
this is The Celtic Crippler ...


!!! CALEB FOLEY !!!


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

[The crowd goes wild as Caleb points to the sky.]

FH: Knowing Foley he's telling his dad he's going to let him down once
again!

CL: FRED!

FH: Chip, I can't help it if the truth hurts. Just look at his track
record the second the match has any measure of importance he chokes.

[Foley continues to walk down to the ring as the fans are chanting his
name but seems not to really be interacting with them as much as his
once did. Foley is looking in the ring and he seems to mean business.
Foley slides underneath the bottom rope and begins to stretch against
the ropes. The crowd continues to cheer wildly as Foley grabs a hold
of the top rope and thrusts his free hand into the air.]

[HUGE ROARING ARENA POP!]

[A long drum roll begins to play over the loud speaker, immediately
going into "Hail to the Chief" which is met with an almost immediate
negative reaction.]

HD: And his opponent hails from Hollywood, California and weighs in
tonight at two hundred and forty-eight pounds ... ladies and gentlemen
this is ...


!!! JOHNNY DETSON !!!


FH: PVW is soon going to have a new Voice, Chip.

CL: Why?

FH: He's the President and CEO of PVW, two important titles that these
morons need to be reminded of.

CL: I only know one moron.

FH: What was that?

CL: Nothing.

[Out struts Johnny Detson dressed in his standard long gold tights and
black boots.  He begins waving to the crowd, paying no attention to
the negative reaction he's receiving.]

FH: Listen to these fans ... they have no idea how to treat the most
important man in PVW's history.

[Detson looks at the ring and glares at Foley who's standing in the
ring gesturing for Johnny Detson to hurry up and get in the ring.]

CL:Foley is just dying to get his hands on Detson ...

FH: Why? Johnny Detson is only going to prove once and for all how
much better than Caleb Foley he is.

[Johnny Detson climbs up the ring steps and orders Mark Barnett to
keep Caleb Foley away from him as he enters the ring.]


_____ ____  _________________________________________________________
/__   \ ___|              TRADITION V - MESA, ARIZONA
/ /\/___ \           Two out of Three Falls Grudge Match:
/ /   ___) |             Caleb Foley v. Johnny Detson
\/   |____/ _________________________________________________________


*DING*DING*DING*


[As the bell sounds Foley charges forward and tackles Detson by the
mid-section and begins to pound away on Detson with a series of rights
and lefts.]

CL: The frustration that has been building up in Foley since Rise from
the Ashes is following forth right now as he grabs the head of Detson
and just slams it into the mat!

FH: What is Mark Barnett doing? This isn't legal!

[The crowd cheers as Foley stands to his feet drags Detson up with
him.]


"___TTTHHHWWWAAAPPP___"

"___TTTHHHWWWAAAPPP___"

"___TTTHHHWWWAAAPPP___"


CL: Foley lighting up the chest of Detson with those knife edge chops.

FH: This wouldn't be happening if Barnett forced Foley to obey the
rules!

[Foley slams his knee into the mid-section of Detson doubling him
over. The Celtic Crippler quickly double underhooks the arms of Johnny
Detson and begins to drive a series of knees into the chest and head
of Detson.]

CL: Foley continuing to show the viciousness he was taught by Spectre
as he drives those knees into the head of Detson.

FH: Come on Barnett! This is not the way the President and CEO of the
PVW should be treated!

CL: He's not the ... it's not worth it anymore.


"____TTTHHHUUUDDD___"


CL: And Foley drives the head of Detson into the mat with that vicious
double underhook DDT!

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

CL: Foley looking to put this away early as he ascends to the top
rope.

[Foley raises his arms into the air as he looks at the prone figure of
Detson on the mat.]

CL: Foley leaps ...

[Johnny Detson rolls ...]

FH: And Detson is rolling away ...

[The crowd cheers a Foley lands on his feet and quickly runs forward
and drives an elbow into the back of Johnny Detson.]

FH: How the hell did Foley land on his feet? I was sure I was going to
be looking at a puddle of Foley!

CL: And Foley follows the elbow up with a knee drop into the back of
Detson.

[Foley back to his feet and Detson pushes himself to his knees.]


"___TTTHHHWWWAAAACCCKKK___"


FH: Come on! That was a low blow!

CL: What?!? That was a kick to his ribs!

FH: You need glasses, Chip.

CL: No. You need anatomy classes, Fred.

FH: Hey some of us have manhood's that cover more then the small
center
area of our bodies, Chip. Poor Mrs. Lester.

CL: {sighs} Foley pulls Detson to his feet and whips him ...

FH: And CEO Detson reverses the whip sending the red headed freak into
the ropes.

[Johnny Detson lowers his head.]


"___TTTHHHWWWAAACCCKKK___"


CL:Detson dropped his head a moment to soon and Foley responds with a
kick to the head! Detson staggers back as Foley rebounds off of the
ropes and takes him down with a hooking clothesline!

FH: When the hell is Barnett going to start enforce the rules?

CL: What rule did he just break?

FH: The Johnny Detson can't be losing rule!

CL: WHAT?!?!

[Foley quickly back to his feet and he scoops Detson up and drives him
across his knee with a vicious backbreaker. Foley drops Detson to the
mat and quickly ascends to the top rope.]

FH: Oh is he going to try this again?

[Foley doesn't waste a moment as he leaps off of the top rope and
drives his head into the shoulder and head of Johnny Detson.]

CL: Foley with a diving head butt!

FH: That move has to be illegal! Foley is so thick headed it's like
hitting someone with a loaded boot!

[Foley hooks the leg.]



!!! ONE !!!





!!! TWO !!!



FH: And Johnny Detson kicks out!

CL: Foley grabbing the leg of Detson again!



!!! ONE !!!





!!! TWO !!!



FH: And again only a two count! I told you he was thick headed!

[The Celtic Crippler is quickly back to his feet and rushes towards
the ropes ...]

CL: Springboard moonsault! And again Caleb Foley with the cover.



!!! ONE !!!





!!! TWO !!!



FH: And again Johnny Detson kicks out!

CL: Foley has been determined to put Detson away quickly in the first
fall but Detson keeps kicking out.

FH: Of course he does. He's better than Caleb Foley ... hell in my
opinion he is the uncrowned PVW champion!

CL: You're reaching new levels of brown nosing tonight, Fred. Foley
pulling Detson back to his feet.

[The crowd moans in pain as Johnny Detson drives his elbow into the
lower part of Foley's mid-section.]

CL: Now that was a border line low blow!

FH: Oh please! Are even sure with the way Caleb cries that he's really
a man anyways?

[Detson stands to his feet and drives the point of his elbow into the
side of Foley's. Detson quickly locks on a side head lock but Foley
shoves him into the ropes and drives his elbow into the mid-section of
Detson and sends him across the ring.]

CL: Foley with a shoulder block taking Detson down once again.

FH: Shoulderblock? He pulled his hair!

CL: Wow just wow.

[Caleb Foley reaches down and pulls Detson to his feet. After catching
the self-proclaimed CEO with a European uppercut Foley grabs the right
arm of Detson and whips him hard into the corner.]

CL: Foley gaining a head of steam ...

[Foley leaps, leading with his knee.]

FH: NO ONE HOME!

[The crowd moans as Detson sidesteps to the left and Foley drives his
knee hard into the top turnbuckle. Foley collapses to the mat and
grabs his knee in pain.]

FH: Do you feel that, Chip? It's the tide changing!

[Detson does not waste a moment as he drops his knee into the side of
Foley's leg. Foley screams in pain as Detson grabs Foley and drags him
to his feet.]

FH: Johnny Detson scooping Foley up .. and he places him in the tree
of woe!

CL: This doesn't look good at all for Foley!

[Foley is hanging upside down in the corner and Detson begins to drive
his boot into the leg of Foley. The crowd begins to boo as Foley tries
to free himself from the corner.]

FH: And Detson now taking Foley apart!

[Foley stomps on the chest of Foley preventing him from trying to pull
himself up from the corner.]

CL: Mark Barnett trying to free Foley ....


"___TTTHHHUUUDDD___"


FH: And Detson with a dropkick to Foley's face! You know I think that
made him look a bit better!

CL: Detson is back to his feet and drives an elbow into the leg of
Foley! And finally Barnett pushes Detson back and is able to free
Foley from the corner.

FH: Barnett better be careful if he wants to keep his job.

[Barnett checks on Foley to see if the youngster can continue and
Foley shoves him to the side as he says yes.]

CL:Foley showing a lot of heart here as he glares at Detson.

FH: Heart? It's a complete lack of brains!

[Johnny Detson with a stiff kick to the knee of Foley, Foley steps
backwards as Detson kicks again at the knee. Foley rushes forward but
Detson ducks the clothesline and Foley rebounds off of the ring
ropes.]

FH: Detson with a dropkick to the knee.

[Foley slams into the mat face first from the impact of the dropkick
and his own momentum. Detson is quick to grab the leg of Foley and
drive his knee hard into the canvas.]


"___TTTHHHUUUMMMPPP___"

"___TTTHHHUUUMMMPPP___"

"___TTTHHHUUUMMMPPP___"


CL: And Detson just viciously slamming the knee of Foley into the
canvas.

FH: This is what happens when you are a thorn in the side of the CEO!
He systematical takes you apart!

[Detson pulls Foley to his feet once again and he tucks his head under
Foley's near armpit, and grabs a hold of his near leg, bending it
fully. Detson lifts Foley up and slams him downwards, impacting the
Foley's bent leg on his knee. The crowd moans as Foley winces in pain
and Detson lifts him again and again drives him shin first across his
knee.]

FH: And Detson with two consecutive shin breakers. I only know one
move that people will use that for!

CL: He could be looking for a figure four later in the match which
given Foley's speed and of course his Irish eyes Are Smiling four-
fifty splash it makes sense.

[Detson grabs a hold of Foley's leg and stomps on the ankle before
pulling him up and whipping him chest first into the corner! Foley
slumps across the top turnbuckle and grabs his leg as Detson slides
under the bottom rope to the floor. The crowd boos profusely as Detson
reaches up and grabs Foley by the leg and pulls his legs out from
under him. Foley hits the mat back first and Detson maintains a grip
on the right leg.]


"___TTTHHHUUUDDD____"


[The crowd boos at the sickening thud as Foley's leg is wrapped around
the steel ring post.]


"___TTTHHHUUUDDD____"

"___TTTHHHUUUDDD____"


FH: And Foley's leg is wrapped around the ring post like a piece of
meat being tenderized!

[Referee Mark Barnett leans over the top rope and begins to scream at
Detson to get the action into the ring.Detson looks up at Barnett and
grabs Foley's legs and wraps them around the ring post.]

CL: Is Detson looking for the figure four now?

FH: He could be as he has Foley's leg around the ring post!

[Detson falls back while grabbing Foley's feet, hanging upside down
from the ring apron. The crowd roars in agony as Foley arms begin to
fail about in pain. Barnett quickly leaps to the floor and screams at
Detson as he grabs hold of the foot of Foley and continues to pull it
down continuing to bend the legs of Foley in ways they shouldn't
bend.]

CL: NO! Detson is trying to break the leg of Caleb Foley!

FH: Finally, he will really be a Celtic Cripple!

[Barnett continues to scream at Detson to break the hold as he begins
to count.]

!!! ONE !!!


!!! TWO !!!


!!! THREE !!!

CL: Caleb Foley is screaming in anguish as Detson continues to wrench
back on the hold!

FH: Johnny Detson has decided to teach Caleb Foley a lesson!

!!! FOUR !!!


!!! FIVE !!!


!!! SIX !!!

FH: Foley has been a thorn in Detson's side for far too long! And
tonight it appears he wants to make sure Foley never bothers anyone
again!

CL: Detson is showing no mercy! And Barnett can not get him to break
the hold!

!!! SEVEN !!!


!!! EIGHT !!!


!!! NINE !!!


!!! TEN !!!

[Mark Barnett screams at the time keeper to ring the bell as he tries
to pull Detson off of the legs of Caleb Foley.]

*DING*DING*DING*

CL: It's obvious that Johnny Detson doesn't care about the first fall
of this match up as he was just counted out!

FH: Why should he be! I said he wanted to teach Foley a lesson and
let's be honest that right there was a statement to everyone else in
the Called Shot! Johnny Detson is done playing around!

[Barnett has finally pulled Detson off Foley and Foley screams in pain
as he grabs a hold of his knee and tries to push himself away from the
edge of the apron. Detson stands to his feet, a smirk one his face, as
the crowd continues to boo him.]

HD: The winner of the first fall .. CALEB FOLEY!

FH: He may have lost the first fall but he still has two falls to but
Foley away and right now Detson is clearly in the driver's seat!

[Johnny Detson slowly makes his way up the ring steps as Mark Barnett
slides back under the bottom rope and checks in on Caleb Foley who is
holding his leg in pain.]

CL: Look at the smug look on Detson's face. You'd never be able to
tell he just lost the first fall.

FH: He may have lost the fall, but right now Foley is losing the war.

[Barnett asks Foley if he can continue and he nods his head yes.
Detson grabs Foley by the head and pulls him to his feet.]

CL: And a scoop slam by Detson.

FH: And there he goes right back to work on the leg with a series of
vicious stomps! And one for the head for good measure!

[Detson drops down for a quick cover.]



!!! ONE !!!





!!! TWO !!!



CL: Foley with a quick kick out.

FH: Smart move by Johnny Detson forcing Foley to expend energy with a
meaningless cover.

[Detson back to his feet and pulls Foley up. Detson quickly locks on a
front chancery and takes Foley up and over with a vertical suplex.
Detson stands and drops a knee into the thigh of Foley who screams in
pain.]

CL: Look at the complete disregard Detson has for Foley.

FH: Can you blame him? When has Foley ever shown he was a true player
in the PVW?

[Detson pulls Foley to his feet and whips him into the ropes. When he
rebounds off of the ropes Detson catches him and flapjacks him face
first into the canvas.]

CL: Detson rolls through and locks on a single leg Boston Crab.

FH: The Presidential Crab, Chip!

CL: {mutters} oh god.

FH: What was that?

CL: Johnny Detson has shifted his focus a bit here as the single leg
focuses upon the back more than the leg.

[Foley shaking his head "no" as the referee leans over asking him if
he gives up.  The fans are solidly behind him as the clap and scream
madly for him. Foley uses this motivation as he begins to claw and
pull himself towards the ropes.  The fans grow louder as he yanks and
pulls and finally he reaches ... just far enough and gets his hand on
the bottom ropes.]

[BREAK THAT HOLD POP!]

CL: Foley with the fight of a lion makes it to the bottom ropes and
Detson is right back up and kicking away at that leg while Foley just
lays in those ropes. Detson better be careful or he may lose another
fall via disqualification.

FH: The referee better be careful, Chip. Detson over looked his
mistake the first time.

CL: His mistake? The only mistake was made by Johnny Detson.

[Finally at the four count, Detson backs off glaring at the referee.]

FH: If the CEO hears you spreading those lies, I'll be sitting here
next to Putter come Heatwave.

CL: Sometimes I sit here longing for the days of the Putter ...

[Foley gets back to his feet and Detson just begins kicking the
daylights out of his leg.  Foley falls back into the ropes and Mark
Barnett is right there again to step in-between Detson and Foley.]

CL: It's good that Mark Barnett isn't allowing Johnny Detson to push
him around.

FH: I am going to hate to see his Christmas bonus this year.

CL: Wait you got a Christmas bonus? I was told Alex Martinez and Doc
Holiday's contracts didn't allow for us to receive them last year.

[Foley stumbles forward and Detson goes right back to work on that leg
just kicking it out from underneath the Celtic Crippler. Foley lands
onto the mat with a thud and Detson quickly grabs the leg and flips
forward extending it as Foley lets out a yell.  Detson then grabs the
leg and twists inwards and underhooks the other leg right into an
Indian death lock.]

CL: Detson pulling out all the stops here as he attempts to pick up
his first pinfall or submission.  Earlier in the match he was
disqualified and that put him at a disadvantage.

FH: Or did it?  Right now with the condition that Foley's leg appears
to be.  Perhaps it was a well executed plan.


Crowd: FOLEY !!!  FOLEY !!!  FOLEY !!!  FOLEY !!!


CL: The crowd in full support behind the Celtic Crippler.  And Foley
is turning his body!


"AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH"


[Foley lets out a huge roar as he lunges forward and makes it to the
ropes again.  Detson once again refuses to let go of his grasp until
referee, Mark Barnett reaches a four count.]

CL: Caleb Foley showing such heart and determination tonight as he has
suffered through continuous destruction on that leg.

[Foley reaches up for the ropes as Detson brushes Barnett aside.]

CL: Foley has matured a lot over his three year career in PVW.  Look
at the fight in this kid!

FH: Well he hasn't started crying yet.  I will give him that.  But let
me repeat that for you, Chip.  He hasn't started crying _YET_.

CL: I don't expect you will see any tears tonight, Fred.

FH: Oh there will be tears, Chip.  And the Celtic blood will flow.
Happy St. Patty's day everyone!

[Caleb Foley using those ropes again and he gingerly reaches those
feet.  Detson right back going towards that leg and Foley lunges
forward with a spear tackle!]

[The crowd goes nuts Foley nearly folds Detson in half.]

CL: FOLEY HAS TAKEN DETSON DOWN AND LOOK AT THE PUNCHES RAIN DOWN ON
JOHNNY DETSON!

FH: PVW Presidential, Johnny Detson, to you, Chip.

[Foley leaps off and as Detson gets to his feet he scoops him up and
slams him right back down to the mat. Foley stomps on the ribs of
Detson and then drops a big leg across the chest of Detson, but
immediately rolls over holding his leg in pain.]

CL: Foley tried to come back, but it looks like there is some serious
damage already started on that leg by Detson.

FH: Never question this man again, Chip.

CL: I won't question him inside the ring.  Detson has proven before he
is an accomplished wrestler and he has earned respect _inside_ the
ring. Outside that's another story.

FH: What is that suppose to mean?

CL: Exactly what it sounds like, Fred.

[Detson now is back on the attack and he grabs that leg and turns it
and locks on another figure four leg lock right in the center of the
ring. HUGE BOOS come forth from the crowd as Detson drops to the mat
completing the figure four.]

CL: Caleb Foley is in some trouble now.  After fighting back that weak
leg gave out and Detson has been able to lock on another figure four
leg lock, but this time right in the center of the ring.

FH: Get ready to score this match one fall apiece!

[Foley has both hands on his forehead now, shaking his head "no" as
Mark Barnett asks him if he wants to submit.  Detson leans backwards
really goading Foley now telling him that his father is looking down
at him ... Don't cry!]

CL: Foley is hanging in there.  Listen to the fans really getting
behind the Celtic Crippler.

FH: Sorry Arizona ...  You guys are going to be watching him in the
middle of the ring _crying_ again.



  F O L E Y ! ! !   F O L E Y ! ! !   F O L E Y ! ! !



  F O L E Y ! ! !   F O L E Y ! ! !   F O L E Y ! ! !



  F O L E Y ! ! !   F O L E Y ! ! !   F O L E Y ! ! !



[The fans are really getting behind Foley now.  He begins to move and
shift his body as he tries to escape the grasp of the figure four.
Detson sits up for a moment and then drops to his back quickly
wrenching the knee of Foley once again. Foley's face is bright red as
he grits his teeth and begins to shift his weight ...  The fans begin
to
roar louder ... Detson's head begins to shake "no" ... And with what
fight
is left ... Foley _TURNS_ the figure four leg lock!]


[TEAR DOWN THE ROOF HELL YEAH POP!]


CL: FOLEY TURNED THE FIGURE FOUR!

FH: This can't be happening!

CL: Believe it, Fred!  This isn't the same Caleb Foley that Chase
Williams forced to tap out at Rise From the Ashes I over three years
ago!

FH: Wait is that a tear in his eye?

CL: No it's a look of fight and determination!

FH: I swear it's a tear!

[Detson releases the hold quickly and pushes himself a few feet away
from Foley.  Detson reaches down holding his leg as he pushes himself
up.  A little light on his leg now he turns and thrusts a quick strike
superkick out of nearly nowhere as Foley pushed himself up ...]


"___TWAAAAAAP___"


[NOT THAT DAMN JOHNNY KICK HEEL POP!]


FH: JOHNNY KICK, CHIP!  Which should be changed to the Presidential
Kick if you ask me.

CL: No one asked you! Foley used nearly everything he had to reverse
that figure four  Detson isn't done.  He pulls Foley up ... Locks him
into a vertical suplex ...

[... And Detson slingshots Foley off the top ropes ... Using the extra
momentum he plants Foley in a corkscrew brainbuster.]


[SCREW THE JOHNNY KICK ... NOT THAT DAMN SELL-OUT HEEL POP!]


CL: And Detson driving Foley into the mat with the Sell-Out.

FH: It's all but tied now, Chip.



!!! ONE !!!





!!! TWO !!!





!!! THREE !!!



*DING*DING*DING*


HD: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of the second fall ... Johnny
Detson!

CL: And we have a tied match.  It's all going to come down to the
final fall.

FH: And you were questioning Johnny Detson, Chip?

[Mark Barnett stops Detson from doing any further damage giving Foley
the allotted time to recover after the fall.]

HD: The winner of the second fall .. JOHNNY DETSON!

FH: I love the sound of that.

CL: It's all elementary now.  We are down to the final fall.  Whomever
out lasts their opponent and picks up the next victory will win this
two out of three falls.

FH: How is Foley going to be able to win?  The guy can barely put any
weight on that leg right now.

[Foley finally using the ropes to make it to his feet.  The damage of
the onslaught by Johnny Detson is starting to show.  The fans roar in
support as the Celtic Crippler rises once again.]

CL: Look at the fight in Caleb Foley.  After everything he has been
put through by Johnny Detson.  He stands tall once again right here in
Arizona with his people standing and cheering, chanting his name.


  F O L E Y ! ! !   F O L E Y ! ! !   F O L E Y ! ! !   F O L E Y ! !



  F O L E Y ! ! !   F O L E Y ! ! !   F O L E Y ! ! !   F O L E Y ! !



  F O L E Y ! ! !   F O L E Y ! ! !   F O L E Y ! ! !   F O L E Y ! !



[Fred turns and tries to change the chant a little ..]

FH: "SUCKS"  "SUCKS"  "SUCKS"

CL: I don't think it's working, Fred.

FH: Brainwashed fools!

[Detson points to his wrist as if he is telling Barnett that's plenty
of time and he rushes forward driving his knee into the mid-section of
Foley. Foley doubles over and Detson quickly locks on a front face
lock ...]

FH: I think Detson might be trying for the Sell-Out again as he
attempts to lift Foley up ... Yes he's got him in the vertical suplex.

[Foley though is able to shift his weight and slip out of the suplex
attempt and lands behind Detson. He drops to one knee as his knee
collapses under the impact to the mat. Detson takes advantage by
spinning around and catching Foley in the head with a quick knee.]

CL: In order for Foley to win this match he is going to have to dig
deep.

FH: Well we know that's not going to happen.

[Detson pulls Foley to his feet driving uppercuts to the Celtic
Crippler's ribcage.  He begins to lock him for a suplex, but Foley out
of no where with an inside cradle!]



!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




!!! THREE !!!




[OH SO CLOSE POP!]


CL: Detson busted out!  And he isn't happy both men are up and Detson
goes low ... CHOP BLOCK!  Detson goes right back to that leg.

[The fans boo loudly as they are growing tired of Johnny Detson's
act.]

FH: The fans can boo all they want!  It's a smart way to slowly
dwindle your opponent down.  In the end Johnny Detson will have beaten
Caleb Foley _twice_ and is on to End Game to wrestle for the Called
Shot.   What does Caleb Foley have to say for himself?

CL: How about he just defeated all three men in the Johnny Detson
challenge?

FH: Is winning by disqualification really a win when Marcus Manson
leaves you laying in a heap outside the ring?

[Detson grabs that right leg and does a flip over snap.  He drops down
and makes the cover.]



!!! ONE !!!


[Detson places both of his feet on the ropes for extra leverage.]


!!! TWO !!!


CL: DETSON'S LEGS ARE ON THE ROPES AND MARK BARNETT ISN'T NOTICING IT!

FH: Or he doesn't want to piss off the boss.


!!! THRR !!!



[HUGE HE KICKED OUT OF IT POP!]


CL: FOLEY FOUND THE STRENGTH TO KICK OUT!  Detson can't even cheat his
way to victory.

FH: Cheating what cheating? Detson was just stretching his legs.

CL: If you ask me it looks like Johnny Detson was a bit desperate.
Now he is up and arguing with the referee.

FH: He should be fired for that mistake!

CL: Mistake?  Foley kicked out before Mark Barnett's hand even hit the
mat for the three count.

FH: I don't know what match you have been watching, Chip.

[While Detson continues to argue with referee Mark Barnett, Caleb
Foley has now made his way back on his feet.  The crowd's cheers are
raising as Foley slowly moves behind Johnny Detson.   He turns around
and much to his surprise the Celtic Crippler is standing right behind
him!   He throws a big right, but Foley  blocks it.  Foley unloads
with a few punches of his own.  He grabs a hold of Detson and throws
him into the ropes ... Detson comes roaring back and Foley catches him
with a twisting powerslam!]


"___THUUUUUD___"


CL: Foley not staying down for the count ... He pushes himself back on
his feet and he is daring Johnny Detson to get to his feet!

FH: Big mistake by Caleb Foley.

[Detson pushes himself up and is taken right back to the mat by a
charging spear!]

CL: Foley drives Detson back down to the mat and he is looking to set
up for that standing moonsault to complete - Irish eyes are smiling
...

[LET DOWN POP.]

FH: Ha ... Foley's leg wouldn't let him do it.

[Foley sits on one knee as he pushes himself back.  He shakes his head
in frustration and as Detson emerges back up he takes him right back
down with a swinging neckbreaker.  Foley fights through the pain and
as Detson begins to push himself up he takes off hobbling a little bit
but leaps into a running knee smash.]


"___THUD___"


CL: Foley starting to a mount a big come back!  He begins to lock on
that Horns of Aries, but Detson quickly retreats into the ropes
breaking it before he can even get it really started.

FH: Detson knew where he was inside the ring and he was able to use
that to his advantage.

CL: The only difference is that Caleb Foley actually breaks the holds.

FH: Is it Detson's fault that Caleb Foley isn't smart enough to use
the count to his advantage?

[Foley grabs Detson by the head and pulls him to his feet, Detson
though pokes Foley in the eye and grabs him by the head.]

FH: Jawbreaker by Johnny Detson!

CL: What about the thumb to the eye?

FH: Foley's lucky Barnett didn't disqualify him!

CL: What?

[Detson grabs Foley by the arm and begins to Irish whip him to the
ropes but Foley reverses it sending Detson hard into the ropes.]

CL: Foley reversing the whip and he catches Detson ...

[Foley grabs Detson around the waist, lifts him up, slams him down
while dropping to a seated position.]

CL: Delivery from Dublin! Foley drives Detson into the mat with his
variation of the spine bomb! And Foley hooking the leg of Detson!



!!! ONE !!!





!!! TWO !!!





!!! THR -- !!!



[DEFLATED POP!]


CL: No! Johnny Detson kicks out! Foley just didn't have the same force
with that leg beaten as much as it has been destroyed.

FH: It's just a matter of time before Detson beats Foley again, Chip.

CL: Foley is pulling Detson back to his feet and connects with a
European uppercut.

[Detson staggers back a step and Foley charges forward with a
clothesline but Detson ducks the clothesline and spins around putting
his head under the arm of Foley. He then lifts the Foley up using both
of his arms wrapped around his torso.]

CL: And Foley flips out of the belly-to-back suplex landing on his
feet!

FH: He's like a slippery cockroach!

CL: Foley shoves Detson chest first into the corner. Detson staggers
out backwards ...

[Foley applies a waist lock on Johnny Detson.]

CL: German Suplex! And Foley bridges!



!!! ONE !!!





!!! TWO !!!





!!! THR -- !!!



[The crowd boos loudly as Barnett thrusts two fingers into the air.]

CL: Detson just eeked that shoulder up!

FH: Just? Don't lie to the fans at home, Chip! He had such force
behind that kickout!

[Foley slaps the mat in frustration as he slowly gets back to his.
Detson rolls over to his stomach and grabs his head as Foley reaches
down.]

CL: Foley pulling Detson back to his feet.

FH: And he quickly whips Detson into the ropes ... Detson rebounding
and
Foley charges forward ... Sleeper!

[The crowd pops loudly as Foley begins to cinch in the sleeper hold.
But Detson quickly shifts his head and grabs Detson by the waist.]

FH: Side suplex! What a counter by Detson! He didn't even allow Foley
to lock the sleeper hold in!

[Detson quickly hooks the leg of Foley.]



!!! ONE !!!


[Detson grabs the tights of Foley.]


!!! TWO !!!


CL: Detson has the tights!


!!! THR -- !!!



[Foley just edges his way out of the pinfall to the approval of the
crowd, who roars.]

CL: And once again Caleb Foley kicks out!

FH: And Barnett is getting under Detson's skin with his slow counts!

[Detson is on his feet and in the face of Mark Barnett screaming.
Caleb Foley pushes himself up to his feet.]

CL: Foley back to his feet!

FH: Turn around, Johnny! Turn around!

[Foley spins Detson around by the shoulder and quickly hoists him onto
his shoulder.]

CL: Foley struggling to keep his feet under him with Detson's weight
on his shoulder!

[Foley then turns around and drops Detson face first into the
turnbuckle.]

CL: Snake Eyes!

[The crowd roars as Foley grabs the top rope and leaps to the top
turnbuckle. Foley pauses for a moment on the rope before standing to
his full height.]

CL: Foley on the top rope!

FH: But look at him! He's completely unsteady up there. His leg can't
take balancing his weight on that small cable of rope!

[Foley extends his arms to the side to help balance himself and he
leaps. Flash bulbs pop throughout the arena.]

CL: IRISH EYES ARE SMILING! Foley with the four fifty splash!

[The crowd erupts as Foley drives his entire body weight into the
prone form of Johnny Detson. Foley winches in pain and grabs his leg
for a split second.]

FH: And the impact hurt Foley as much as Detson!

[After a few moments Foley crawls over Detson and hooks his far side
leg.]



!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




!!! THREE !!!



[The ovation from the crowd rocks the arena as Mark Barnett signals to
the time keeper to ring the bell!]

FH: NO! I DON'T BELIEVE IT!

CL: Believe it, Fred!

*DING*DING*DING*

HD: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner of the third and final fall ...
"The Celtic Crippler" ... !!! CALEB FOLEY !!!

FH: This isn't right! Barnett with a quick count! That had to be it!

[Foley slowly stands to his feet and grabs his leg with his left hand
as Mark Barnett raises the right arm.]

CL : This may be Caleb Foley's biggest win in his PVW career.

FH: This is a fluke!  There is no way that Caleb Foley can _beat_
Johnny Detson.  Somebody pinch me I have to be having a horrible
nightmare.

CL: The fans are going wild!  One of PVW's home grown stars has just
defended PVW's honor against the smug Hollywood, Johnny Detson.  I
love it, Fred!

FH: You would, Chip.  This is a disgrace for PVW ... This is a
disgrace
for all of Professional Wrestling!

CL: Foley survived the onslaught on his leg.  He has a heart of a lion
... And it delivered him to victory here at Tradition five!

FH: Well this is fine!  Johnny Detson has already qualified for the
Called Shot for End Game.  What has Caleb Foley done?

CL: I guess we will find out.  Speaking of End Game ...

[We fade to the sound of the beating of war drums.  The start off afar
and at a slow pace.  They start to get louder and quicker as if they
are getting closer and closer.  Finally it's at a loud rapid pace as
we cut to -]


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LIVE - PHOENIX, ARIZONA
MAY - 2011


Matches Announced:

One on One Grudge Match:
"Highlight" Chance McKenzie v. The Mercenary

Lucky Seven Called Shot:
Johnny Detson v. Danny Daniels v. Dan Flores v. Larry Gionet v. ??? v.
??? v. ???

PVW World Heavyweight Championship:
Winner of Doc Holliday v. Gibson Hayes v.  Rick Marley [c]

[Cut to the luxury sweet where Matthew Williamson is sitting.]

DH: You wouldn't believe who I found.

[PVW backstage Reporter Dean Hayes is talking to Chip Lester over the
headset.]

CL: Who?

DH: Joseph Cochrane.

CL: Who?

DH: He's... he's... well, I don't know. But I know he's important.

CL: How?

DH: I caught a glimpse at his credentials and found he was from the
UWF/MBC. He's on their Board of Regents.

CL: Ah, one of their higher ups. This should be interesting.

[Dean sneaks further into the luxury box, all ninja style. He creeps
up next to an older looking gentleman, clearly enjoying the show. He's
finishing off what seems to be a gin and tonic, or one would surmise.
Noticing that Dean is nearby, he speaks.]

JC: Can I get another gin and tonic?

DH: Actually, sir, I'm not a waiter.

[Somewhat annoyed, Cochrane turns to see Dean and the camera entirely
too close to his face.]

JC: Oh... shame.

DH: Mind if we get a few short words?

JC: Concerning?

DH: I'm trying to get down to the bottom of who's paid Merc to mess
with Jessica Marshall these last few months...

[Cochrane sighs and places the cold glass to his forehead.]

JC: Her. That detestable woman.

[Thinking he may have stumbled upon something, Dean presses further.]

DH: Yes, I'm going through a list of potential candidates who could
have hired...

JC: You think it was somebody from the UWF or MBC?

DH: Well... I'm specifically, thinking of one person in particular.

JC: Mister Kyle Lee?

DH: Exactly.

[Cochrane sets his class down, and turns his body to face Dean and the
camera straight on. He isn't pleased with the accusation and probably,
shouldn't be.]

JC: Jessica Marshall is nothing short of a menace and a nuisance.
Personally, I find the woman quite disgusting. But whatever feeling I
have for the woman, they pale in comparison to what Mister Lee feels.
However, Mister Lee would not have any part in any mercenary dealing
that targeted her, not here in PVW nor anywhere else. If Mister Lee
were to terrorize Miss Marshall, he would do it himself.

It's clearly more entertaining that way.

Is there anything else?

DH: No, that's... fine... sir.

[He turns towards the camera and he gives that famous Dean Hayes "Back
to you guys" shrug.]

FH: Okay so we can cross both Epstein and Kyle Lee off the list.  Who
does that leave, Chip?

CL: About five thousand more people.

FH: Man this investigation is so tiring.

CL: A lot of people dislike Jessica Marshall, Fred.

FH: Do you like her?

CL: Well my opinion on Jessica Marshall doesn't really --

FH: So you admit you dislike Jessica Marshall too.  So are you the man
hiring the Mercenary?

CL: Of course I'm not!

FH: Okay there are three names that dislike Jessica Marshall that are
now off the list.

CL: ...

FH: I just got half as many names as Dean Hayes in 1/100th the time.

CL: Folks a bombshell was released on us at the start of the show.
Doc Holliday and Gibson Hayes agreed to wrestle with the number one
contendership on the line.

FH: It's finally time for Holliday to pay the piper, Chip.

CL: Rick Marley (who defended his title earlier tonight) has to have
both eyes on the monitor in the back.

FH: Of course he does.  After tonight he finds out who will go into
End Game to face him for the PVW World Heavyweight Championship.

CL: What a way to close out Tradition Five!   You have to only assume
the loser of this match will receive an immediate opportunity to
qualify for one of those last three spots into the Called Shot.

FH: Not a bad runner up prize for Doc Holliday if you ask me.

HD: Ladies and gentlemen ... It's time for the Main Event.  And
introducing first opponent ...


[HUGE ROARING POP!]


[The eerie harmonica opening to Enrico Morricone's "Man With A
Harmonica" from "Once Upon A Time In The West" strains from the PA, as
the lights dim.  The crowd have risen to their feet cheering on the
home town favorite.]

CL: Arizona loves Doc Holliday and they are letting the _world_ know
it right now!

FH: Yes but do they love _Matthew_?

[As the foreboding music echoes in the background, Doc Holliday
emerges from the back.  He is wearing a tailor-made old-style suit of
a cut and style popular in the late 1800's; a black jacket with white
silk ruffled undershirt, a gold undervest, and long black pants.  He
also wears a black hat, from which his long wavy light-brown hair dips
to just below shoulder level.  A gold chain can be seen dangling from
his suit jacket.  Doc moves with a mild limp, and uses a mahogany
hand-carved walking stick to assist him on the way down the aisle.  He
seems to be carrying a grim expression on his angular, clean-shaven
face. As the fans continue to go insane for Doc, Holliday arrives at
ringside, and slowly heads around the ring.  The music grows more
intense, as Doc heads up the steps, scanning the ring area for threats
in a level, unhurried manner.  He steps between the ropes, and calmly
heads to the middle of the ring.  The referee intercedes, as Doc is
still brandishing his walking stick.  He raises the stick in the air
as the ring announcer gives the introduction:]


HD: INTRODUCING, FROM TOMBSTONE, ARIZONA... WEIGHING IN AT TWO-HUNDRED
AND THIRTY-TWO POUNDS...

        ...D O C    H O L L I D A Y  !  !


[The crowd begins a "DOC" chant in favor of their favorite superstar.
Holliday backs towards his corner, and begins the disrobing process as
the music dies down.  This reveals his full-length black-and-gold
trunks... black with gold outlines of various symbols of the gambler's
trade on it... dice, cards, roulette wheels, etc.  He wears black-and-
gold wrestling boots, and standard white wrist-tape as well.]

CL: Holliday stands in the middle of Mesa, Arizona as one of the most
beloved men to come out of Arizona.

FH: I can't wait to get this show back on the road.

[And here comes the ruckus. Eliot Lipp's "Rap Tight" (
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=puunw6YEHIA if you want to listen)
kicks up, getting the true believers in a frenzy. Stepping out from
the back is Gibson & the Gang. Todd is berating everyone and anyone,
taking time out to rip a "DOC's #1 4EVER" sign in two. Bubba watches
the crowd like a hawk, making sure no one gets too close to his meal
ticket. His partner in body-guarding, Evelyn Prosser, looks out of
place wearing his Saint Etienne kit, but he, too, looks for Gibson
haters to stop. Meanwhile Gibson stands near the backstage curtain,
cloaked and oddly stoic. As Todd gets set up near ringside, Gibson
finally begins his journey to the ring. Hayes is all business,
ignoring the "wallets" and focusing on something else entirely.
Hayes's cloak's hood is shadowing his eyes, while his posture is
impeccable. A spotlight is fixed on Gibby but Hayes's obscured face
betrays nothing. Hayes walks up the ring steps, enters the ring,
unhooks his cloak and begins to stretch; waiting for the match to
begin.]

HD: AND HIS OPPONENT, TO MY LEFT!  INTRODUCING FIRST, THE MANAGER...
TODD "THE ROD" JOHNSTONE!

[BOOOOO!]

HD: AND HE REPRESENTS... FROM TUSCALOOSA, ALABAMA... WEIGHING IN AT
TWO-HUNDRED TWENTY THREE POUNDS...


GIB-SON SUCKS

GIB-SON SUCKS

GIB-SON SUCKS


   ...HE IS THE ONLY DOUBLE CHAMPION IN PHOENIX VALLEY WRESTLING
   HISTORY...


[BOOOOO!]


       ...HE IS THE LONGEST REIGNING CHAMPION IN PHOENIX VALLEY
       WRESTLING HISTORY...


[BOOOOOOOOOO!]


           ...HE IS AMERICA'S ONLY HOPE FOR A BRIGHT AND BETTER
           TOMORROW...


[SERIOUSLYWHOWROTETHISCRAPBBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!]


               ...HE IS THE FORMER PHOENIX VALLEY WRESTLING AMERICAN
               CHAMPION...


[A FEW CHEERS BECAUSE OF THE WORD FORMER!]


			...HE IS THE SELF PROCLAIMED #1 CONTENDER FOR
			THE PVW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT
			TITLE


                       	...GIBSON HAYES!

CL: Folks this is a rematch of Tradition III's main event.  Gibson
Hayes making quite a showing as he gets inside the ring.

FH: Mr. Tradition!

CL: The PVW Number one Contendership is on the line.

FH: And don't forget Doc Holliday's identity.   It's going to be "The
Midget" Matthew after this match is over!

CL: Todd Johnstone already in the ear of Duke Martin.

FH: Do you blame him?  The fans are so pro-Holliday he wants to make
sure that doesn't influence his decision.

[Holliday stands across from Hayes as the two PVW juggernauts fighting
for the honor of PVW number one contender glare at one another.]

CL: Look at this stare down, Fred.

FH: Yes Hayes does have to stare _down_ at Holliday.

CL: Doc is only _TWO_ inches shorter, Fred.

FH: Two inches means a lot, Chip.  Just ask your wife.


_____ ____  _________________________________________________________
/__   \ ___|              TRADITION V - MESA, ARIZONA
/ /\/___ \             Number One contender vs. Identity:
/ /   ___) |             Doc Holliday v. Gibson Hayes
\/   |____/ _________________________________________________________




*DING*DING*DING*


CL: And thank god the bell has just sounded.

[The bell sounds and the two competitors don't wait and lock up in a
collar-elbow tie-up. Gibson Hayes locks Holliday in a side headlock
but gets thrown off the ropes, only to plow Doc down with a shoulder
block. Hayes bounces off the ropes and leaps over Doc as he rolls
over, then bounces off the opposing set of ropes. Holliday leaps to
his feet and leapfrogs over Hayes, allowing him to bounce off the
original set of ropes, but as Hayes comes running back Holliday takes
him down with an arm drag.]

CL: These are two of PVW's best wrestlers bar none.  There are going
to be quite a few back and forth tests and it looks like Holliday won
the first one.

FH: Hayes is back up and challenging Holliday now.  Don't get those
hopes up just yet.

[Doc calls for Hayes to "come on" but Hayes rolls out of the ring and
shakes off his arm as Todd Johnstone is quickly over to talk things
over with Gibson Hayes.]

CL: Gibson Hayes now hesitantly climbing back up on the ring apron.
These two men know one another quite well.

[Holliday goes in for the attack only to receive a thumb to the eye.
Doc staggers backwards while Hayes arrogantly enters the ring,
stretches and yawns. Holliday turns back around and gets floored by a
running clothesline from the former PVW Double Champion.]

CL: Hayes back to his usual tricks.  Doc unusually shot in to get the
early advantage only to play right into Gibson Hayes game.

FH: Hayes plays the _full_ scale game well.  It's not just owning your
opponent inside the ring that matters once you get to the level that
Gibson Hayes has reached.

[Gibson Hayes pulls Doc Holliday back up and gives him an old school
back breaker crushing that back hard across his knee.  He holds him
there for an extra second as he tells Doc that he owns this ring.]

CL: Hayes shifting gears and trying to over power the smaller
Holliday.

[He hoists Doc up onto his shoulder and walking the circumference of
the ring. Hayes runs into the middle of the ring for a running
powerslam but Doc slips out the back door.]

CL: Hayes turns around and right into a dropkick! Both men right back
up and Holliday floors Hayes with a clothesline as he makes it to his
feet.

FH: This wasn't how Johnstone drew up the game plan.

[Doc whips Hayes off the ropes and gives him a big back body drop. Doc
again grabs Gibson Hayes and goes to whip him into the corner but
Hayes reverses and charges after him. Doc grabs onto the top rope and
throws his feet in the air, clearing Hayes but Gibson stops himself
from running into the turnbuckles and raises his foot backwards,
causing Doc to land crotch-first on it out of the referee's sight.]


[OOOMPH POP!]


FH: Amazing awareness by Gibson Hayes.

CL: Hayes grabs Holliday by the hair and bounces his face off of the
top turnbuckle.

[Hayes ignores Duke Martin who is right there to warn him.  Hayes
begins putting the boots to Holliday, then mounts the turnbuckles.
Hayes fires off a flurry of right hands, then pauses to point at
Holliday telling the Arizona crowd that their hero is washed up.]

CL: Wait!  Doc Holliday grabs hold of Hayes and walks out of the
corner with him, delivering an inverted atomic drop.

[Hayes bounces holding his groin area.  Holliday then backs up into
the corner then charges and leaps over Hayes for an attempted sunset
flip but Hayes drops to his knees on Doc's chest!]


!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




[KICK OUT POP!]




CL: HOLLIDAY counters by getting his feet under Hayes arms and rolling
him up for the Sunset Flip!


!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!



FH: Hayes counters by shifting his weight back on top of Doc's chest,
this time with the legs hooked!


!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




[Holliday uses his leg and arm strength to roll Hayes back off of him
all the way back up to his feet. Holliday sits up and takes a boot to
the face from the former PVW American Champion.]

FH: Hayes almost knocked Holliday's teeth down his throat.

CL: You can see the unusual aggressiveness in Gibson Hayes tonight.
He is trying to make a statement to the Arizona crowd, Doc Holliday,
and Rick Marley.

[Gibson Hayes pulls Doc Holliday up and hoists him up onto his
shoulders, then throws him off right across his knee for a gutbuster
drop.]


"___THUUUUD___"


FH: Hayes punishing Holliday with that gut buster.  Hopefully Doc
didn't eat anything of that buffet table in the back.

CL: Hayes now mounting Holliday's back and locks on a modified Camel
Clutch.

[... with only one of Doc's arms wrapped around Hayes legs.]

CL: Hayes really applying the pressure as Johnstone leans over the
ropes saying things that I hope you all can't hear at home right now.

FH: Want me to repeat them?

CL: No!

[Doc Holliday uses his one free arm to crawl on his stomach towards
the ropes but as soon as he makes it considerably close, Gibson Hayes
releases his submission and leaps into the air, sitting on Holliday's
back to put him back down.]


"___THUUUD___"


FH: Smart move by Gibson Hayes.  Why wait until he reaches the ropes
for the hold to break.  Use your positioning to your advantage!

CL: I can't argue with that.

[Gibson Hayes pulls Doc up and gives him a front suplex, chest-first
across the top rope. Hayes turns and celebrates his offense which
gains some heat from the Mesa crowd, then bounces off the ropes and
nails Holliday with a forearm to the face, sending him flying off of
the ring apron into the steel guard rail.]


"___CLAAAANG___"


CL: Gibson Hayes telling Duke Martin to count Holliday out.

FH: He may win the number one contendership right here!

CL: Hayes flipping the Mesa crowd off... Come on show some respect to
the people who pay your paycheck!

FH: Hayes didn't flip off Johnny Detson, Chip.


GIBSON SUCKS!!!   GIBSON SUCKS!!!   GIBSON SUCKS!!!   GIBSON SUCKS!!!


GIBSON SUCKS!!!   GIBSON SUCKS!!!   GIBSON SUCKS!!!   GIBSON SUCKS!!!


GIBSON SUCKS!!!   GIBSON SUCKS!!!   GIBSON SUCKS!!!   GIBSON SUCKS!!!


GIBSON SUCKS!!!   GIBSON SUCKS!!!   GIBSON SUCKS!!!   GIBSON SUCKS!!!


GIBSON SUCKS!!!   GIBSON SUCKS!!!   GIBSON SUCKS!!!   GIBSON SUCKS!!!


GIBSON SUCKS!!!   GIBSON SUCKS!!!   GIBSON SUCKS!!!   GIBSON SUCKS!!!


[Holliday pushing himself up and Johnstone is right there to say hello
... adding  insult right into the ear of Holliday.   Finally Doc rolls
back inside the ring and as Hayes charges forward he throws a left jab
that stops him right in his tracks...]


"___TWAAAP___"


"___TWAP___"


"___TWAP___"


"___TWAP___"


"___TWAAAP___"


[Hayes drops down and begins begging Holliday to stop hitting him.
Doc looks around at the Arizona crowd who are in full support behind
him and Hayes uses the distraction to nail Holliday with a sucker
punch right in the face!]

CL: Hayes with a cheap shot and he is trying to get up but still
seeing some stars form those stiff left hands by Holliday.   Doc grabs
Hayes and sends him into the ropes ... TILT-A-WHIRL ...


"___CRAAAAACK___"


... BACKBREAKER!   Doc grinding that knee in the back for extra
effect.

FH: Hey now!  Break it up Duke!

[Holliday shaking the cob-webs.  Holliday challenges Hayes to get up,
then charges at him, ducking a thrown right hand. Doc grabs Hayes and
gives him a back drop, bouncing his spine off of the top turnbuckle in
the corner.]


"___THUMP___"


CL: Doc starting to get those wheels a turning and he hoists himself
up onto the second rope in the corner and turns Hayes looking towards
him, then dives off with a Tornado DDT!


"___THUUUUUUD___"


[POP!]


... HOOKS THE LEG!


!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




FH: Not so fast Doc!  Hayes powers out.

CL: Doc snatches Hayes up right by the head and arm in an inverted
half-nelson.

[He then lifts, and drills him down to the canvas, falling backwards
...]


"___THUUUUUUD___"


[ARIZONA F'N SANDSTORM POP!]


!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




!!! THREE !!!




[NO SO DAMN CLOSE POP!]




CL: HAYES JUST GOT A SHOULDER UP AND DUKE MARTIN IS UP WITH TWO
FINGERS UP IN THE AIR.

FH: It's going to take nearly a real sandstorm to come through Mesa to
get Gibson Hayes to _not_ walk out the number one contender tonight.
It's his destiny, Chip.

CL: Doc Holliday has worked too long and too hard to get his hands on
Rick Marley to let Gibson Hayes stop him now...

[Holliday shakes his head in frustration, bringing Hayes back up to a
vertical base, then firing off a quick left snap jab that turn
Gibson's legs to rubber...and a second, followed by a boot to the
stomach and a legdriver bulldog that sends Hayes smashing facefirst to
the canvas.]

CL: Holliday is now in complete control, Fred....he's taking it to
Hayes.

FH: Hayes has him right where he wants him.

CL: Are you even watching the match?

FH: Of course...you don't get this sorta insight from a random script,
Chip.  Gibson is playing opossum.  Soon he'll spring the trap of that
midget and show everyone.  Just wait and see.

CL: You're awfully confident in him.

FH: This is Gibson Hayes...not some lesser talent.  If all of the
conspiracies that the Willinghams have thrown at him haven't stopped
him, I don't think that someone like Matt Holliday will manage.

CL: You mean DOC Holliday.

FH: Not for long.

[Holliday goes into motion as soon as Hayes hits the mat, stepping
through the ropes, grabbing the top rope and slingshotting over,
nailing a guillotine legdrop...he quickly goes for the cover...]


!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




FH: YES!

CL: Strong kickout by Gibson Hayes and Holliday continues to keep
Hayes
at bay like the amazing wrestler that he is by placing his knee in the
mid back of Gibson Hayes and wrench back both arms into a wearing down
submission move.

FH: Pure desperation right here.  He realizes that it's damn near
impossible to pin Gibson Hayes.

[On the outside Todd Johnstone continues to berate Doc Holliday.
Evelyn Prosser stands right behind the lighting rod with his arms
folded glaring at Holliday.  Doc just flashes a cocky grin that gets
Johnstone even more hot.]

FH: Doc better watch it.  Johnstone is a dangerous man!

CL: I'm sure the last guy in this arena that Holliday is worried about
is, Todd Johnstone.

[The fans start a chant - SHUT UP TODD!  SHUT UP TODD!   Johnstone
turns his attention from Holliday and towards the fans and begins
shouting at them, but he is drowned out by the chants.]

CL: The fans are now getting under Johnstone's skin.

FH: They have no right to disrespect a legend in this industry like
Todd!

[Hayes begins to move his arms ... He slowly begins to power them
forward ...  Holliday realizing the move is about to be broken lets go
and backs up with just enough room to leap into a low dropkick to that
mid-back of Hayes.]


"___TWAAP___"


CL: And Holliday continues to wrestle as smart as they come.  Holliday
with another stiff kick to Hayes mid back.  He hits the ropes and
leaps over with a neck snap!

FH: Useless moves against a true champion like Gibson Hayes.  Like I
mentioned earlier all of this reeks of true desperation.

[Holliday now quickly up to the top ropes and perches himself and
waits as Hayes pushes himself up.    He leaps into a Flipover
Neckbreaker driving Hayes right back down to the mat.]


"___THUUUUUUUD___"


CL: Huge move by Holliday and he is pulling Hayes right back up and
begins to lock Hayes setting up for what could be the Arizona
Sodbuster!

FH: Hayes is fighting it!  Come on Gibby!

[And Hayes before he could be placed in a dangerous situation is able
to counter with a jawbreaker bouncing Holliday backwards ... Hayes
swings and Doc charges under the big right hand and rebounds off the
ropes and Hayes drops to his stomach as Holliday hops over him and
rebounds again ...  And Hayes turns with a big Discus Punch that
Holliday didn't see coming ...]


"___THWAAAAAP___"


CL: Hayes with a _big_ right hand ... And he quickly grabs the dazed
Holliday into a side headlock.

FH: What a warrior, Chip.

CL: When Doc was controlling the match earlier in a similar fashion
you called it desperation.

FH: And your point is?

CL: Nevermind.

FH: Wait where?

CL: ...

[Hayes squeezes that forearm then reaches around with his free hand
and gives Holliday a - "Noogie".]

CL: What is Hayes doing?

FH: Adding insult injury, Chip!  It's called getting in Holliday's
head!

[And Holliday begins tossing elbows breaking out.]

CL: Looks like it may have the opposite effect that Hayes was trying
to accomplish.  Holliday breaks out, but Hayes spins with a backhand
...


"___CRUUUUNCH___"


FH: AND SMASHES DOC RIGHT IN THE FACE!  I LOVE IT!

[Holliday drops to a knee with the unexpected back hand to the chops.
Hayes hits the ropes and leaps right into a dropkick hitting Holliday
right into the back of the skull that plants Holliday face first into
the mat.]

CL: What's Hayes doing now!?!


[BOOOOOOOO!]


[He begins unwrapping tape from his wrist and then leans over Holliday
and begins yanking him back choking him with the tape.  Duke Martin is
right there in his ear demanding that Hayes lets go.]

FH: Does Duke ever shut up?

CL: Hayes better listen if he wants to win this match.  Duke begins
counting and this could lead to a disqualification.

... One

... Two

... Three

... Four

... Five

[And like clock work right at the five count, Gibson Hayes drops the
tape from choking Holliday. As Doc rolls onto this back gasping for
air and coughing, Hayes takes his boot and places it on his face and
spins it off.]

CL: Brutal boot spin by Gibson Hayes.  And he is taking full advantage
of choking Holliday with that tape.  He is lifting up Doc and he
begins to set him up for his sitting face driver called The Tuscaloosa
Tumble ...

FH: If he hits this consider him the number one contender, Chip.


"___THUUUUUUD___"


... AND HE DID IT!  HAYES COVERS!


!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




!!! THREE !!!



[NO HE KICKED OUT POP!!!!]


CL: HOLLIDAY POWERED OUT!

FH: That had to be a slow count.  Chip was that a slow count?

CL: Looked perfectly fine to me.

FH: You would say that Doc homer.

CL: Doc homer?  When have I ever been a homer for anyone?

FH: All the time, Chip.

CL: Wow if that aint the pot calling the kettle black.

FH: Nice attempt at dodging.

CL: Hayes not happy and goes for a second cover!


!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




... And another kick out by Holliday this time right after the two
count!

FH: ANOTHER slow count!  Give me a break here.

[Hayes shaking his head and makes a _third_ count ... This time with a
handful of tights.]


!!! ONE !!!




[The referee stops after catching sight of the handful of tights.]

FH: Duke has it out for Hayes tonight.

CL: And Todd Johnstone is on the ring apron just blasting Duke!

[While Duke is distracted by the vulgarity we have all grown to
tolerate by Todd Johnstone ... Gibson Hayes drops back down with that
extra tape that was unraveled a bit earlier and went back to choking
Holliday with it.]


[BOOO TURN AROUND DUKE!]


CL: Hayes now back to choking Doc Holliday with that tape.  Where is
the justice in this.

FH: The benefit in having a guy like Todd Johnstone in your corner,
Chip.

[Finally Duke tells Johnstone to get down and turns his back where he
notices the havoc that Hayes is doing with that tape.  Instead of
doing the traditional countdown, Duke storms over and yanks the tape
shocking Hayes and breaking the choke.]


[YOU TELL HIM DUKE POP!]


CL: Duke Martin has had enough of Gibson Hayes games and I don't blame
him one bit!  And this forces Gibson Hayes to get into Duke Martin's
face.  Who do Hayes and Johnstone think they are?

FH: Gibson Hayes is soon to be our number one contender, Chip.

CL ... Not if Holliday has anything to say about it.  ROLL UP FROM
BEHIND BY THE LEGEND!


!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




!!! THREE !!!



[SO CLOSE POP!]



FH: Hey wait a second ... Duke counts slow for Hayes but fast for
Holliday!?!  Something isn't right.

CL: That was the same exact speed in the count as it was for Gibson
Hayes.

[And both men shoot to their feet.  Hayes goes for an elbow-collar but
Holliday spins around with a waist lock.  He goes to lift Hayes up,
but Hayes grabs a hold of the top ropes stopping it.  Holliday does a
back somersault off Gibson Hayes.  Gibson Hayes turns around and
charges only to be caught by a little cheating in return by Doc
Holliday as he stumbles him backwards with an eye gouge.]

FH: HEY!

CL: And Duke isn't even going to warn Doc after everything Hayes has
done this match.  Fair turn about and all, Fred.

FH: I see what's going on around here!

[Holliday sets Hayes up and SKYHIGH SIT-OUT POWERBOMB ...]


"___THUUUUUUUUUUUUUD___"


!!! ONE !!!




!!! TWO !!!




!!! THREE !!!




CL: No Hayes shoots a shoulder up at the very last second.  Holliday
just shakes his head and comes to his knees...only to see that Gibson
has taken to the hills as best he can and rolled to the floor., where
Todd Johnstone is exhorting him to get up.

FH: He's using some real 'exhorting' language too, Chip.

CL: There's a reason we never mic him during a match.

[Holliday rolls out next to Hayes...but pauses as he notices Johnstone
waddling up behind him.  The cowboy whirls, cocking a fist at the foul
mouthed manager (and so misses Hayes pulling something out of his
trunks and into his hand).  As Todd backs off, Holliday approaches
Gibson, who has now taken up a kneeling, begging position, pleading
with Holliday for a time out.  Johnstone hops up on the apron, making
to enter the ring, only to be cut off by the official as Holliday
rolls his eyes and cocks a fist...only to catch a faceful of...sand!]


[YOU CAN'T BLIND DOC POP ... TURNS TO BOO'S]


CL: Holliday is clutching at his eyes...he's pulled out some sort of
contact lenses, but they don't seem to have protected against the
sand!

FH: They wouldn't, Chip.  Sand is finer than salt...so it'll get
through contacts.  This may be the first time Holliday's actually been
blinded in a match in a decade, Chip!

[Holliday clutching at his eyes, Gibson steps up and nails a
roundhouse kick to the side of Holliday's head, flooring the veteran.
Hayes, still unsteady on his feet is on top of him, unwinding some
tape from his wrist, and using it to choke the fan favorite as referee
Duke Martin continues to try to evict Johnstone from the ring.]

FH: See, I told you...GENIUS!

CL: This is disgusting, Fred!  Hayes isn't interested in winning a
wrestling match, he's just trying to short cut his way through life!

FH: I know...he's my hero!

[Holliday claws at his throat, flailing about as Martin finally
notices an issue and leans between the ropes to admonish Hayes...only
to get caught by a wild swing from Holliday and knocked to the canvas,
falling hard.]


"___THUUUUUUUUD____"


[REF BUMP GASP!]


FH: See...If Doc had done that on purpose, I'd think he was his old
self again...but I'm pretty sure that was a mistake.

CL: Of course it was!

FH: See...the old Doc Holliday didn't make mistakes, Chip.

[Holliday finally manages to break the choke by smashing his head
straight back into Gibson's face, forcing the younger grappler to
break the hold and clutch his nose in pain.  Holliday falls forward
onto his hands and knees for a a moment, then comes to his feet, still
gulping air as Hayes fires off a quick Tae Kwon Do style Front Snap
Kick that connects with Holliday's face, sending him crashing to the
thin pad outside of the ring.]


"___TWAAAAAAAAAAP___"


CL: MY WORD!  Another big kick from Hayes puts Holliday down on his
back, and now it's HAYES who's in complete control, Fred.

FH: Just like I predicted.

[Hayes stalks Holliday, gingerly feeling his nose and wincing...then
picking Holliday up and tossing him unceremoniously into the ring
post...and again...before finally rolling him back into the ring.

With Holliday down on the mat, Hayes walks confidently towards him,
smirking and running his mouth...asking 'who's the legend now,
Matty?', before kicking him hard with a punt to the ribs as soon as
Holliday had managed to come to his hands and knees.  Holliday went
back down on his side, covering up as Hayes began to stamp away like a
wildman.]

CL: Things look really bad for Holliday at this point, Fred...

FH: Yeah.  I wonder if Maverick will be willing to still tag team with
"Matt"  It doesn't really have the same ring to it, does it?

CL: Well...without a referee to count him down, he can't lose, can he?

FH: Who do you really think the lack of official hurts more, Holliday
or Hayes?

[As if to prove Fred wrong, Doc manages to roll away and come to his
knees, then fire off a straight punch into Gibson's 'little
Americans', eliciting a high pitched squeal from the former Double
Champion as he crumbles to the canvas.]


[LAUGHING POP!]


FH: DISQUALIFY HIM!

CL: The ref is down!

FH: That's a man-foul of the first degree!  If you can't DQ him, go
demand his guy card back!

[Both men are down...all three if you count the referee...who is the
first one to actually come to his feet.  Duke Martin looks at both
men, attempting to regain their vertical base and starts the count
with a shake of his head...which doesn't last long as Holliday comes
shakily to his feet and stalks forward...as Hayes uses the ropes to
stand...and immediately ducks behind Duke Martin]

CL: Come on Hayes, get out there and fight!

[Hayes stands behind referee Duke Martin.  He leans over his shoulder
taunting Doc Holliday.]

CL: Hayes has shielded himself behind Duke Martin and Doc Holliday has
stopped himself from swinging that stinging left jab.

FH: Holliday cares about officials?  Well I guess there is a first
time for everything...sure didn't stop him five minutes ago...

[As Holliday lowers that left hand ... Hayes shoves Duke Martin out
and colliding right into Holliday knocking out the referee...AGAIN.]


[BOOOO!]


CL: Hayes just sent the referee into Doc Holliday!  And Duke Martin is
down for the second time in this match!

FH: The referee shouldn't have been in the way.  This is a wrestling
match going on and if you can't stay out of the way find an official
who can!  Besides...this guy seems to go down more often than Jenna
Jamison...I mean, c'mon!

CL: Gibson Hayes placed him in-between Holliday and himself!

[With no referee there to stand in the way ... Hayes holds his hands
up begging off Holliday.  He then throws another swift crisp kick ...
Holliday catches it this time!  He shakes his head saying "not this
time" and executes a picture perfect legdrag takedown that sends Hayes
smashing to the canvas.  Hayes is quickly back to his feet, but gets
caught charging in as Holliday nails him with a skyghigh powerbomb
that shakes the ring...Doc is up immediately to a huge chorus of
cheers from the crowd.]

FH: NO!  Get up, Gibson!

CL: Holliday's on fire here!  He pulls Gibson back up to his feet and
rocks him with that stuff jab again!

FH: CLOSED FIST!

[Gibson takes a wild roundhouse swing at Holliday, who ducks and
hoists Gibson up into an inverted fireman's carry...he
braces...and...]




"___KAAAAATHHHUUUUUUUUUUU___"




[HELLLLLL YAAAAAAAAA FINISHER POP!!!!]



CL: ARIZONA HEATFLASH!  ARIZONA HEATFLASH!  HOLLIDAY JUST NAILED
GIBSON HAYES WITH THAT INVERTED GO TO SLEEP!  HAYES IS DOWN AND OUT,
AND HOLLIDAY WITH THE COVER!

FH: WHAT COVER?  There's no ref, genius!

[The crowd helpfully counts to five for Holliday, who frowns, looking
for Duke Martin before getting up and going over to revive the
official.]

CL: He had this won!  It's not fair!

FH: Match ain't over till the official counts it, Chip.  Gibson's
still alive.

CL: Not for much longer if Holliday has anything to say about it.

[Holliday lightly pats Duke Martin on the side of the face as Gibson
Hayes begins to stir.  The official finally begins to come to, but
both men miss Gibson back on his feet and lying in wait.  Martin gets
to his hands and knees and Holliday turns....right into an enzugiri
from Hayes!]




"___TWAAAAAP___"




[F - THAT HEEL POP!]


FH: YES!

CL: NO!  THIS IS HIGHWAY ROBBERY!

FH: How can you complain about that when it's happening to a guy that
was part o 'The Outlaws'?

[Hayes smiles, picks Holliday back up and hooks the leg...and nails
the Red Line Suplex, holding the cradle.]




"___THUUUUUUD___"




[THIS IS BULLSHIT POP!]



CL: NO!





!!! ONE !!!






FH: YES!  It's over!







!!! TWO !!!







CL: C'mon Doc!  Not like this ...

FH: Mr. Tradition, Chip!







!!! THREE !!!



FH: HE AIN'T DOC ANYMORE!


[Hayes stumbles to his feet, raising his hands in victory as Holliday
lays stunned on the mat, his hands covering his face.]

FH: Awww...poor little Matt Holliday can't take it...he's just like
everybody else now.

CL: This is disgusting, Fred.  Just disgusting.  How can you mock a
man when he's just lost his very identity?

FH: It's easy...watch: Y'know the difference between the guy that
sells beer and Matt Holliday?  The beer guy is taller.

[Duke Martin walks up behind Gibson Hayes and LOWERS his arm.  Hayes
is in shock.  The official speaks to Hayes for a moment, then Holliday
sits up, staring at him, a smile crossing his features while Martin
goes to speak to the timekeeper and Herk Douglas.]

HD: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN...THE OFFICIAL REFEREE, MR. DUKE MARTIN HAS
RULED THAT BOTH COMPETITOR'S SHOULDERS WERE DOWN...THEREFORE THERE IS
NO VICTOR IN THIS CONTEST...IT HAS BEEN DECLARED A DRAW!


[ROARING WHAT DOES THAT MEAN POP!!!]


FH: WHAT!?!?!

[Todd Johnstone is beside himself.  Gibson Hayes jaw is open as his
denying that his shoulder was down.]

CL: It appears Gibson Hayes had the perfect plan except he forgot to
lift _HIS_ shoulders!

FH: This is Bull!  Duke Martin had to still be wobbly.  Get a second
opinion ... Roll the replay ...

[The PVW-Screen is already rolling the replay as Hayes is pointing
towards it trying to demand that his shoulder _was_ still up!  Evelyn
Prosser is now threatening Duke Martin with Todd Johnstone tossing
insults.]

CL: Duke Martin has declared _BOTH_ men's shoulders were pinned to the
mat, Fred.  What does this mean for the number one contendership?

FH: It means Gibson Hayes should get it by default!

CL: Perhaps since Doc was the official number one contender he will
keep it.  However Duke Martin looks to be in some trouble inside the
ring.  Gibson Hayes and Todd Johnstone are inside each one of his ears
while, Gibson Hayes bodyguard appears to be threatening the lead PVW
official.

FH: It's time to pay for your wrong doing, Duke!


[ROARING POP!]


[Doc Holliday is up and he leaps into the fray tossing bombs and
unloading ...  The fans are going wild as there is no quit in the
Arizona native!  He unloads on Evelyn Prosser as the big bodyguard
goes tumbling _through_ the middle of the ropes.]

CL: Doc Holliday is right there and he is letting the Hayes gang have
it!  And GIBSON HAYES HAS HIGH TAILED IT _OUT_ OF THE RING!

FH: Don't sound so excited, Chip.  Hayes is going to the back to take
care of this injustice.  He defeated Doc Holliday inside the ring fair
and square.

[Todd Johnstone stands inside the ring and he is just berating
Holliday with every curse word in the dictionary.  Even though it's a
supercard the sound has went completely mute.

Until ...

Holliday with one swift left jab ... And down goes Todd Johnstone with
his eyes close and the sound returns to every fan on their feet just
going insane ...]


 DOC !!!   DOC !!!   DOC !!!   DOC !!!


  DOC !!!   DOC !!!   DOC !!!   DOC !!!



  DOC !!!   DOC !!!   DOC !!!   DOC !!!



  DOC !!!   DOC !!!   DOC !!!   DOC !!!



  DOC !!!   DOC !!!   DOC !!!   DOC !!!



  DOC !!!   DOC !!!   DOC !!!   DOC !!!



CL: FOLKS I HAVE NO ANSWERS FOR YOU!  However Doc Holliday stands
inside the ring with the Arizona fans going wild.

FH: Leave it to Duke Martin to mess up a perfectly great ending to
Tradition five.

[Camera cuts to entrance way where Gibson Hayes is irate.  Cuts back
to Doc Holliday standing inside the ring smiling ... And who wouldn't
be after just shutting up Todd Johnstone after punching him in the
mouth?

Fade to PVW logo.]