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[We fade in live to the 52nd Street Armory where the arena is backed
for the special event live on Webcast for the whole world to see.  The
majestic PVW ring sits in the center of the Armory as our modern day
Colosseum. The camera zooms around the rabid crowd and finally settles
in -

Chip Lester and 'Putter' Preston Winfield sit at the announcers table
ready to call the night of action.  Lester has on a navy blue sports
coat with a gold tie.  Putter has on a button up shirt with red tone
sun glasses.]

CL: Welcome fans around the world!  Tonight we are live on Web Cast as
we hold a special event right here in the 52nd Street Armory.  I'm
Chip Lester and for those who don't know my partner in crime, 'Putter'
Preston Winfield.

PW: What a treat they are in for.

CL: Tonight we have eight men fighting in an one night tournament to
be crowned the first ever PVW Rising Phoenix Heritage Champion.  Go
ahead and tell the fans who is competing, Preston.

PW: We have the honorable 'Golden One' Christopher Michaelson.   The
well respected and King of Karma, 'Bad Karma' RJ Souza.
'International Excellence' Tyrone Parker, CDK Abdullah, 'The Shark'
Johnny Oakes.   And then we have the terrible three.

CL: Terrible Three?

PW: Yeah Chris Hartt, Outlaw, and Caleb Foley.

CL: I think most people in Phoenix would disagree with you.

PW: Thankfully there are fans around the world tonight.  Not the usual
marks.

CL: Well folks we have seven great matches and let's just get right
into things!

HD:  Introducing first, wrestling out of Dublin, Ireland. Standing at
6 foot 1 and weighing in at 215 pounds.




' F I G H T I N G     I R I S H M A N '    C A L E B    F O L E Y  ! !






["I'm Shipping Up To Boston" by The Dropkick Murphy's
plays over the PA. as the arena fills with cheers. On
the Screens we see a graphic and it reads
"From Dublin, Ireland" CALEB FOLEY]

"I'm a sailor peg
And I lost my leg
Climbing up the top sails,
I lost my leg!

I'm shipping up to Boston (Way Oh)
I'm shipping up to Boston (Way Oh)
I'm shipping up to Boston (Way Oh)
I'm shipping off... to find my wooden leg"

[Caleb stands at the entrance just bouncing to the
beat of the music. He has his red hair buzz cut and an
eager look on his face. Dressed in all black, from the
kickpads to the boots and the jacket itself, Caleb
begins to walk down the entrance when he stops, he
bends down and pounds his knuckles to the ground as a
huge pyro display goes off!!]


[CROWD POPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]


[Foley heads toward the ring, he hops up onto the
apron and jumps over the top rope catching himself on
the second turnbuckle where he salutes the crowd, as
they pop for him!!]

CL: Foley is on a roll here inside the PVW.  We could be looking at
our Rising Phoenix Heritage Champion right there.

PW: Don't make me laugh!

CL: I've been looking forward to this match between the rookie Foley,
and the veteran former champion Michaelson.

PW: Foley's a punk.

HD: His opponent  From Chicago, Illinois.  Weighing in at two hundred
and forty pounds and standing at six foot four.




' T H E    G O L D E N   O N E '

C H R I S T O P H E R    M I C H E A L S O N! ! ! !





[The instrumental version of “Go to Sleep” Eminem begins to play
throughout the 52nd Street Armory. After a few moments a figure begins
to walk from the back stage. The figure is that of ‘The Golden One’
Christopher Michaelson who is attired in a long glamorous Cobalt Blue
robe, the robe has gold trim around cuffs, bottom of the robe, the
belt is gold as well. Upon the back of the robe written in script is
MICHAELSON.]



[Michaelson slowly runs hands through his long brown hair as he
approaches the ring. He pauses for a moment the base of the steel ring
steps as he looks into the ring. He smirks as he slowly ascends each
step. As he stands on the ring apron he wipes the soles of his boots
before he enters the ring. Michaelson removes his robe revealing full
length cobalt blue wresting tights with golden stripes running down
the sides of both legs. He hands his robe to the ring attendant and
you can him say this is worth more than you so be careful.]

CL: These are two very good wrestlers it will be.

[A commotion towards the top of the entryway, and all eyes turn to...]

PW: 'DA CHAMP IS HERE!!!

[Arena shaking heel pop as Williams, dressed in black slacks, black
shoes and an blue dress shirt, struts down the aisle, avoiding the
fans that reach to touch him.]

CL: What the hell is he doing out here?

PW: You have to wonder? The champ does what he wants, when he wants,
to whoever he wants. Period.

[Chase simply smirks and gives Michaelson the one fingered salute.
Foley gets a spiteful sneer. Chase circles the ring and stands over
Chip Lester, who looks very uncomfortable. Preston just chuckles.]

'move aside Chip.'

CL: There is a third headset right -

[Williams literally slaps the poor guy out of his chair. HEAT!!]

[THUMP CLANK!]

CW: I'm not joining you, I am replacing you.

[Williams grabs Lester's headset off the ground as the Chip scrambles
away. Chase takes a seat, arranging the title prominently on the
announcers table, then offers his hand to Preston.]

PW: Champ. I'm honored to do commentary with a living legend!

CW: Least someone around here has a little respect. Unlike the two
punks in the ring, The Golden Clone, Christopher Michaelson, and Caleb
"my career is over before it even started" Foley.

PW: I actually like Michaelson he  -

[Preston looks over at a glaring Chase.]

PW: As I was saying Michaelson is a generic clone.

CW: I guess we'd better call this "match" for lack of a better term.


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	RPH 1st Round Tournament Match:
	'Golden One' Christopher Michaelson
	v. 'Fighting Irishman' Caleb Foley

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<<<  DING DING   >>>

[Foley and Michaelson circle each other cautiously. The two men lock
up, with Michaelson sliding behind Foley into a hammerlock. Foley
struggles for a moment but manages to reverse the hold. Michaelson
grimaces as Caleb tightens the hold, but for his efforts he eats a
series of back elbows from the Golden One!]

PW: A series of impressive reversals to start the match.

CW: Yawn.

[Michaelson backs Foley into the ropes and shoots him off, only to
have Foley slide behind his legs, and dropkick him in the kisser and
he turns around. Foley drops a quick leg across the throat quickly
tries for a pin.]








ONE ...



CW: Wow, Caleb gets a one count after attempting a pin after a
dropkick and leg drop. Brilliant. As pathetic as Michaelson may be,
even _he_ won't get beat b a legdrop and a dropkick.

PW: Not much upstairs with that kid.

[As Michaelson reaches all fours Foley hits a devastating running knee
to the side of his head that sends Michaelson onto his back. Foley
with a series of stomps as Michaelson fight his way to his feet, but
Foley, in a nice showing of quickness drops Michaelson with a swinging
neckbreaker.]

CW: C'mon Todd! You're better than him aren't you?

PW: Foley with another pin attempt.








ONE ...









TWO ...





[Pop!]

CW: Wow, bright eyes got a two count that time.

PW: I'm impressed.

[Foley Quickly bars the arm of Michaelson, keeping him on the mat. he
curses and swings wildly at the rookie, trying to break the hold.
Foley forces him back to a vertical base. He makes the rookie mistake
of shielding the ref, and Michaelson doubles him over with a back kick
to the goskies. The crowd groans as the veteran snaps the bent over
Foley headfirst into the mat with a nasty looking  DDT.]

[Damn you for being blind ref pop!]




"_____TTTTTHHHHHUUUUUDDDDD!!!!!______"




CW: The dreaded low blow DDT combination. The Golden Clone showing a
modicum of promise. finally...

PW: No red headed kids for Foley...

[Heel pop as he violently paintbrushes the back of Foley's head. He
forces Foley into the corner, and begins teeing off with punching,
before grabbing the youngster and bulldogging him into the center of
the ring.]

[Ouch Pop!]



"_____TTTTTHHHHHUUUUUDDDDD!!!!!_____"



CW: Now we're finally getting somewhere. As much as they both suck,
its just fun to watch that ginger little punk get dropped on his face.

PW: It is a rather nice sight, I'm inclined to agree.

[Michaelson showboats a little to incite the crowd as he waits for
Foley to climb slowly to his feet before drilling him in the chin with
the Golden Strike!]

[Signature Move Pop!]



"_____SSSSSMMMMMAAAAACCCCCKKKKK!!!!!_____"



CW: Superkick to the point of the chin! Whoa daddy! I think this one
might be OVAH!!!

[Michaelson arrogantly drapes himself back first over Foley as the ref
drops down.]






ONE ...







TWO ...







[Foley surprises Michaelson by crucifixing both arms and rolling him
into a pin.]






ONE ...








TWO ...







THREE!?!




[Pop!!]


PW: Holy [beep] how close was that!?! The ref is holding up two
fingers!

CW: If Michaelson loses to Foley... Oh man.

[The Golden One looks angry and a little embarrassed as he pulls Foley
violently off the mat and locks in the GTS.]

PW: Michaelson locks in the GTS and he might be going for the kill
here! Foley struggling, reaching for the ropes...

CW: Tighten it up Gold member!

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






ONE ...







TWO ...








THREE!?!





[HUGE Pop!]

PW: MICHAELSON JUST BARELY KICKED OUT IN TIME! FOLEY WILL NOT GO DOWN!
THE GOLDEN ONE LOOKS ABSOLUTELY ENRAGED AS HE PULLS FOLEY UP AND HOOKS
HIM INTO A SUPLEX POSITION!

CW: Has the Luck of the Irish finally run out?

[Michaelson lifts Foley into the air, looking for the G.O.D.]

[Ultra-Mega "you've got to be [beeping] kidding me" pop as Foley
floats over and lands behind Michaelson. The pop grows even louder as
Foley spins the surprised Veteran around and drives him into the mat
with the sit-out Spinebuster he calls the Delivery from Dublin.]




[FINISHAHHH POP!]






"_____TTTTTHHHHHUUUUUDDDDD!!!!!_____"





CW: HAHA! Foley going for the cover but when he reversed the G.O.D. on
the float over his legs smacked the referee.

PW: This guy is like the Energizer Bunny!

[Foley notices the ref is out and tries to get him up. When he can't,
Foley instead leaps to the top rope peering down at the idle Golden
One!]

CW: To Hell with this!

[THUMP!! CLANK!!]

[Williams throws down his headset, hops onto the apron, and pulls
Foley's foot out, crotching him on the top turnbuckle!]

[H!!!!E!!!!E!!!!L!!!! H!!!!E!!!!A!!!!T!!!!]

PW: THE CHAMP FINALLY GIVES THAT PUNK HIS JUST DESSERTS! HOW DOES
KARMA FEEL CALEB!

[Williams grabs a bottle of water and douses the ref as Michaelson
sits up and has no idea what happened, but slowly climbs to  his feet
and climbs to the second turnbuckle, lifting Foley onto his shoulders,
before dumping him onto his skull with Goldbringer!]



"_____TTTTTHHHHHUUUUUDDDDD!!!!!_____"



PW: Goldbringer off the top rope! Good night Irene!

[The referee slowly pulls himself into position as Michaelson hooks
the leg. Williams backs up the aisle with a smirk and is pelted with
trash as the boos rain from everywhere.]






ONE ...






TWO ...








THREE !!!





[Heeeeeeel Pop! The ref calls for the bell!]



PW: Yes!!! Michaelson advances, and as a bonus, Foley finally gets the
receipt for all the crap hes pulled on our esteemed champion.

CL: Umm I'm back I guess.

PW: How nice it was with out you.

CL: Thanks.

PW: No Problem.  Did you see Caleb Foley get shown up there?

CL: I did see the PVW Heavyweight Champion give Christopher Michaelson
an assist into the second round.

PW: One of the terrible three down and two to go!

CL: As the ring clears let's move right along...

HD: First from Aspen, Colorado.   Weighing in at two hundred and
thirty one pounds and standing at six foot one.




' I N T E R N A T I O N A L   E X C E L L E N C E '

T Y R O N E   P A R K E R ! ! ! !






["All Eyes on Me" by Tupac hits the PA system. The athletically built
African American, Tyrone Parker emerges from the back.  Dreadlocks
hang down from the head of the veteran. As the camera zooms in we can
pick out a tattoo of a cross on his right bicep and across his abdomen
the phrase "All Eyes On Me".   Parker has on white trunks with black
kickpads.  He for the most part ignores the fans as he walks right to
the ring ready to advance to the Blood Bowl.]

CL: Parker came into the PVW with a lot of pub.  He is a very renown
veteran from his early success in his career.

HD: Introducing first from Minneapolis, Minnesota... Standing at five
foot eleven and weighing in at two hundred and forty five pounds...




' P A L A D I N '     C H R I S     H A R T T  ! ! ! !




['S.S.C./Stand or Fall' by Anthrax plays, as Chris makes his way out
onto the stage. Red lights shine in a grand display, as Chris holds
his arms out to the sides, then walks to the ring, leaping onto the
apron, climbing in and mounting a turnbuckle, repeating the sign of
the cross.]

CL: The Paladin was seconds from winning the match over Paul Styles
last week until that Louisville Slugger came into play once again.

PW: Hey it's not how you wrestle... It's what the outcome is in the
end.



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	RPH 1st Round Tournament Match:
	'International Excellence' Tyrone Parker
	v. 'Paladin' Chris Hartt

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<<<  DING DING   >>>


[After a few moments of tense staring between the two men, Hartt
offers Parker a handshake. Parker laughs a little, and shakes his
head. Chris looks at his hand, then motions as if to say "that's
okay", then walks over to the turnbuckle to wave to the fans.]

PW: Um, guys... can we get the match started now?

[Hartt walks back over to Parker, who offers a test of strength. Hartt
slowly reaches his right hand out to match up with Parker, but at the
last second Parker yanks his hand away. He turns around, smirking to
the crowd. Hartt chuckles to himself, and looks at the crowd as if to
say "should I?" Parker turns back around, and Hartt knocks him down
with a brutal clothesline. He quickly goes for a pin.]




ONE ...




TWO ...




...Kickout...

[Hartt picks Parker up. He lands a big chop onto the exposed chest of
Parker, and receives the expected "wooo!" from the crowd. He lands
another chop, and another, which begins to turn Parker's chest red. He
hooks the head of "International Excellence" under his shoulder, lifts
him up high in the air, and brings him crashing down for a massive
vertical suplex. Hartt makes another cover.]

CL: Look at this, Preston! Hartt has started this match on fire.
Here's a cover!




ONE ...




TWO ...




...Kickout at 2 and a half...

[Hartt again picks Parker up off the mat. He throws a hard right hand
into Parker's stomach, then lands another chop to his chest. Another
chop, and Hartt whips him to the other side of the ring. Hartt turns
and bounces off the ropes on the far side, gaining some steam before
he LEVELS Parker with a running clothesline in the middle of the ring.
This time, Hartt decides not to make a cover, even as Parker is
writing in pain on the mat. He instead moves in front of the man's
body and yells at the crowd, while holding his fists in the air. This
prompts a decent-sized pop from the crowd.]

CL: Preston, I think Mr. Hartt here is out to prove to Tyrone Parker
what being a Paladin Prince is really about. And right now, I'd have
to say that "International Excellence" is not liking the results.

PW: He certainly isn't looking like International Excellence right
now. If he wants to win this match, he better turn this thing around
and quick.

[Hartt finally turns his attention back to Parker, who has made it to
a corner of the ring and pulled himself up. He seems to be out of
breath as Hartt walks over. Just as Hartt reaches for his head, Parker
stuns him with a punch to the gut. He hits two more before Hartt
finally regains his senses, and begins to come back at Parker with a
couple of big chops. Hartt goes for a punch to the side of the head,
which Parker blocks, and neutralizes Hartt for the moment with a thumb
to the eye.]

CL: Ouch... Tyrone Parker decides to resort to an unconventional
manner to stop the assault Chris Hartt had been laying on him sense
the opening bell.

PW: Who cares if it was unconventional, Chip. I've never seen a blind
man win a wrestling match.

[As Hartt stumbles around the ring trying to regain his sight, Parker
climbs to the top of the turnbuckle. Hartt turns around just long
enough for Parker to come springing of the top rope with an attempt of
some high-risk maneuver. We won't find out what it is however, as
Hartt manages to step out of the way, sending Parker crashing hard to
the mat on his stomach. Hartt continues to rub his eyes, but is able
to move over to where Parker is and land a few kicks to his back and
side.]

PW: Come on Tyrone, you're smarter than this.

[Perhaps a little youthful cockiness is starting to get to Hartt, as
once again he tries to play to the crowd. He turns his back on Parker,
just as Tyrone is beginning to get back on his feet. Sensing an
opportunity, Parker runs at Hartt, taking him down from behind with a
chop block. Hartt instantly grabs his right knee, and appears to be in
a lot of pain. Parker just smiles to the crowd, as if he has the match
all figured out. He begins to kick at the same leg Hartt is holding
onto.]

PW: What was that I heard, Chip? I think it was Chris Hartt's knee
ligaments going POP.

[Now Parker begins a slow, methodical attack on Hartt's knee. Hartt
tries to struggle to his feet, but the knee at first will not support
his weight. Parker kicks him in the head with his boot, knocking him
back down to the mat.  Parker walks over and grabs both of Hartt's
legs. He holds them as if he is about to go for a low blow, but
instead kicks the inside of the man's right leg. Hartt, yelling from
the pain, tries to free his legs from the grip of Parker, but Parker
holds on. He looks like he might go for a second kick, but apparently
decides against it. Instead, he falls to the mat, driving his elbow
into the leg of Hartt. With Hartt clutching his right leg, Parker
climbs through the ring ropes and hops down off the ring apron. A few
of the fans in the ringside seats begin to shout "You suck!", but
Parker just smiles at them.]

CL: I think Tyrone forgot that the match is supposed to take place
*inside* the ring.

PW: Or he could be making his own rules. Are you going to tell him
that he can't, Chip?

CL: I don't believe it's my place to, that's what we have referees
for.

PW: Uh huh, that's what I thought.

[Parker pulls up the navy blue ring apron, and looks around
underneath. He finds what he is looking for... a folded up steel
chair. He pulls it out, looks at it, and smiles. He attempts to climb
back into the ring, where he is met by the referee. The camera picks
up the referee saying "get that out of here!". Parker seems a little
mad at first, but then shrugs his shoulders, throws the chair down,
and climbs back through the ropes. Hartt, meanwhile, has pulled
himself up in one of the corners of the ring. He is obviously still in
pain. Parker walks to the opposite corner of the ring from Hartt, then
begins to run full speed towards Hartt. Chris sidesteps him at the
last moment, just as Parker was about to drive his shoulder into the
man's gut. Hartt winces in pain as he jumps behind Parker, and
attempts to roll him up from behind.]

CL: Parker hit that ring post hard, now this could be it!




ONE ...




TWO ...




...Kickout...

[Parker jumps back to his feet, even as Hartt struggles to get to his.
The two men go back and forth for a moment, trading punches and chops.
Finally, Parker breaks the sequence by running towards the ropes. He
bounces off of them and charges back towards Hartt. Hartt stands in
place until the last possible moment, trying to move as little as
possible. He manages to sidestep Parker once again, and helps to push
Tyrone through the ropes and back to the outside.]

CL: Chris Hartt is just trying to survive in there right now, and keep
Tyrone Parker neutralized so he can't do any more damage to that right
knee.

[Outside the ring, Parker gets back to his feet and tries to compose
himself. He paces back and forth for a few moments, apparently
thinking a little. Meanwhile in the ring, Hartt is beginning to walk
around a little better, playing to the crowd as he moves around. As
the referee gets to the count of eight, Parker re-enters the ring. Not
having enough mobility to dictate the next move, Hartt waits to see
what Parker is going to do. The two finally lock up in a grapple.
Tyrone pushes Chris to the corner, where the referee finally breaks
the hold. Parker holds up his hands for a moment, before sucker-
punching Hartt in the stomach. He hits two more, ignoring the
referee's plea for him to open his fists. He then grabs Hartt around
the throat, choking the man until he is forced to break the hold at
the count of four. Now the referee begins to chastise Parker, getting
in his face to do so. Parker backs down and slinks away to the other
side of the ring.]

CL: Good to see the referee standing up to Parker. There's just no
reason for him to be choking the man.

PW: Oh yeah, you have to give the guy credit... he has some big ones.

[Chris stumbles out of his corner towards Parker. Hartt goes for a
punch to the head of Parker, but is met with a kick to the stomach
before he can land it. Parker quickly hooks the head of Hartt under
his arm and picks up and drops him back down with a brainbuster.]

PW: Well now Hartt will have a headache to go with that little knee
problem.

[Parker makes a cover.]




ONE ...




...Kickout...

CL: Yeah, but he's still not going down that easy.

[Parker seems to be a little frustrated that Hartt kicked out so
easily. Perhaps it was pure instinct by Chris though, as he still
seems to be a little woozy. Parker pulls him up by his hair to a
kneeling position. He bounces off the ropes, then comes back and nails
him with a dropkick square to the face. Hartt falls back down in a
heap.]

CL: Great dropkick there from Tyrone Parker, and I believe that Hartt
may be out cold.

[Parker once again climbs outside the ring. Once on the floor, he
reaches through the ropes and grabs on of the legs of the motionless
Hartt, and pulls it toward him. He moves to the ring post. He takes
the injured right leg, and slams it hard against the steel. Not
letting go, he reaches for the left leg, and leaps backward, driving
Hartt's crotch into the ring post.]

PW: Chip, does Chris have any kids? If he doesn't, I think it's going
to be too late now.

[Parker jumps back into the ring to break the referee's count.]

CL: Well I have to hand it to Parker here, he's doing a good job of
taking Hartt's leg completely out of this match. I'll be surprised if
Chris is able to stand back up. Looks like we'll find out here, Parker
is pulling him to his feet...

[Hartt stumbles as Parker tries to pull him up. Chris' leg cannot
support the weight, though, so he falls back to the mat. Parker
improvises, and sets him up for what looks to be a power bomb.]

CL: It looks like Parker wants to go for a powerbomb, but he's awful
close to the edge of the ring... certainly he wouldn't try to power
bomb him to the outside?

PW: I think he wants to, and I think he will!

[Parker starts to pick him up, but his first attempt fails. Tyrone
tries again, but Hartt somehow manages to counter. He lifts parker up,
and back-body drops him to the outside of the ring! As soon as Hartt
lets go though, he falls to the mat once again, holding his leg.]




[Crowd pops]




CL: Unbelievable! Chris Hartt doesn't have much strength left in that
right knee of his, but he showed there that his back is just fine!

PW: I have to agree... but unfortunately for Hartt, he isn't able to
move enough to get out there and capitalize on this. Then again...
what do I know?

[As Preston says this, Hartt is struggling to slide under the ropes
and to the outside of the ring. He limps over to where Parker is
laying on the ground, and kicks him a few times in the stomach.
However, having to use his left leg to hold himself up he is forced to
kick with the right leg, thus greatly reducing the force of his
kicks.]

PW: Awful brave of Hartt to try to use that right leg, but I don't
think they are having much effect on Parker there. Tyrone is just
playing possum, I believe.

[Preston proves to be right, as Parker suddenly catches Hartt's right
leg as he attempts a final kick. Parker still has hold of the leg and
then suddenly low blows Hartt. Hartt is doubled over in pain and
Parker then tosses Hartt back into the ring. Parker rolls in after him
and then begins to put the boots to the young Paladin...]

CL: What a great match we have going on here tonight on this special
edition...

[Parker picks up Hartt and tosses him into the ropes...On the rebound
Parker attempts a clothesline but Hartt ducks underneath in and locks
in THE AVENGER in the middle of the ring...]

CL: Hartt has locked in the Avenger in the middle of ring...  He has
it clinched and look at Chris Hartt yank back!

PW: Frustration and determination through in the eyes of the Paladin.
I think Souza is under his skin.

CL: Your guess is as good as mine.

[The referee is checking on Parker and Parker seems to have passed out
and the referee has rung the bell...]

HD: The winner of this match and advancing in the tournament 'PALADIN'
CHRIS HARTT!!!

CL: What an impressive win by The Paladin.  He goes on to face 'The
Golden One' Christopher Michaelson.  What a wrestling match that is
going to be.

PW: Stop numero dose on revenge tour for The Golden One.

CL: What you are being nice to Michaelson now?

PW: You try having Chase Williams breathing down your neck!

CL: So we know our first match of the second round.  Chris Hartt and
Christopher Michaelson!

PW: I have all the faith in the world Michaelson will get the job
done.

CL: Chris Hartt looked very good out there.

PW: And Michaelson didn't?

CL: I wouldn't know I was kicked out of my spot.

PW: Still crying eh?

[The smooth intro of Common's "Southside" pumps out from the PA
system. The fans let loose with a modest pop.]

# La, la, la, la, la - and everybody say #
# La, la, la, la, la - I know you, I know you... #

HD: Coming to the ring at this time ...

[The bass heavy, upbeat track finally kicks in ...]

# I know you're thinking, thinking that it must be #
# Armor-All flow 'cause it never get rusty #
# I ain't gotta say it, man dawg trust me #
# Bust somebody head, G.L.C. where was we? #

HD: ... from Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at 222 pounds, here is -




C K D   A B D U L L A H ! ! ! !






[CKD Abdullah enters the arena, garbed in a black headband, black
singlet, black pants with white stripes, black boots, black elbow pads
on both elbows, and padded black gloves. The fans cheer as the young
African American grappler storms towards ringside.]

# Still rock the Prada 'fore that, rock the Starter #
# Ni**as had the Georgetown, the Magic way harder #
# Thinking back to the projects, and they way they tore 'em all up #
# Like when I do a project, and come back and tear the mall up #

[Inside the ring, CKD Abdullah climbs to the second turnbuckle and
gazes out at the crowd. He raises both arms triumphantly.]

# We coming from the.. #
# South (side), South (side) #
# South (side), South (side) #
# South (side), South (side) #
# South (side), Side of the Chi #

[He then springs off the turnbuckle and prepares for action.]

CL: CKD had an impressive debut last week.  He has a huge opportunity
here tonight if he can get past Outlaw.

PW: I hope he knocks Outlaw's teeth out.

HD: And his opponent.  Hailing from Ottawa, Ontario, Canada.  Standing
6  feet tall, and weighing in at 210lbs...




O U T L A W ! ! ! !





[A pop from the crowd as Outlaw appears on the entryway.  Dressed in
his standard ring gear, camouflage shorts, and a PVW t-shirt, he
raises his arm to the crowd showing a pair of leather grapple gloves.
As usual, his brown hair hangs in his face.]

CL: Outlaw lost a very close match last week with Christopher
Michaelson after Michaelson used the ropes to  clinch the pin.  You
know Outlaw is hoping those two meet in the finals.

PW: The Golden One has held his end of the deal.  Now let's see if
Outlaw can.





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	RPH 1st Round Tournament Match:
	CKD Abdullah
	v. Outlaw

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<<<  DING DING   >>>


CL: There is the bell and we have ourselves another match.  Outlaw and
CKD Abdullah are nose to nose and look at the trash talk fly!

PW: We are on webcast so I am unsure if they are actually "bleeping"
him out or not.

[Whatever Outlaw said, CKD Abdullah slaps the taste out of Outlaw's
mouth, then goes to whip him off the ropes only for Outlaw to reverse
his own whip and go for a Short Arm Clothesline, but CKD Abdullah
ducks, and as Outlaw turns back towards him, Abdullah slaps the taste
out of his mouth again.]

PW: I like this guy!!!  Slap Outlaw again!

CL: CKD Abdullah trying to teach Outlaw a little respect!  Abdullah
gets by Outlaw’s side holding his leg in his arms and hits him with a
shin breaker.  CKD now flowing into a flip over Outlaw and yanking on
his hamstring.

[CKD Abdullah wraps his legs around the leg of Outlaw and leaps into
the air landing with a knee drop on Outlaw’s leg. CKD going for an
early win and hooks the leg!]




ONE ...




TWO ...




CL: Strong Kickout by Outlaw.  Abdullah still in early control whips
Outlaw into the corner of the ring then charges after him but Outlaw
was ready and catches him with a back elbow into the face of CKD
Abdullah.

PW: That was poor timing.  Abdullah was in total control he should
have kept Outlaw close to him and use that aggressive striking we saw
last week.

[Outlaw pulls himself up onto the second rope and leaps off catching
Abdullah with a Flying Leg Lariat!]




ONE ...




TWO ...




CL: NO!!! Kick out, by CKD!! Outlaw wasting no time has Abdullah up
and grabs CKD with a rear waist lock, WHOA Abdullah swings back a
vicious elbow, but Outlaw _JUST_ ducks it!

[... and as Abdullah spins himself around he gets caught with a
Northern Lights Suplex. Outlaw rolls over breaking his own pin and
pulls himself and CKD Abdullah to their feet, hitting a second
Northern Lights Suplex. Outlaw tries to go for that hat trick Northern
Lights but Abdullah hit’s a few open palm thrusts to his back,
followed by a quick vicious knee to the face. Abdullah bounces off the
ropes and hits Outlaw with a spinning heel kick.]

CL: Nice split arena here tonight.  Fans really pulling for both of
these fan favorites.

PW: Sickening isn't it?

CL: I find it quite respectful.  Outlaw now slowly getting back up and
CKD bounces off the ropes again and nails Outlaw with an Axe Kick.
ABDULLAH GOING FOR A COVER!




ONE ...




TWO ...




[BIG kick out by Outlaw!  Outlaw then rolls out of the ring and catch
his breath.  Abdullah standing in the center of the ring glaring at
Outlaw who just gives him the one finger salute.]

PW: Classy....

CL: Did you expect anything different from Outlaw?

PW: No.

CL: Finally Outlaw at the count of seven has climbed back up onto the
ring apron,  He delivers a shoulder thrust to CKD Abdullah bending him
over. Outlaw goes for a Sunset Flip, but CKD Abdullah rolls back onto
his feet, grabs Outlaw by the head and lifting them both up, nails
Outlaw with a Sit out inverted suplex slam. Abdullah drapes an arm
over Outlaw...]




ONE ...




TWO ...




THR ---




CL: NO!!! Just another two count!!!  CKD Abdullah doesn't look happy.
He thought that was it.

PW: So did I!

CL: Abdullah appears to be setting Outlaw up, SMALL PACKAGE BY
OUTLAW!!!




ONE ...




TWO ...




PW: Abdullah kicks out!  He charges and lighting quick drop toe hold
by Outlaw.  He reaches back and single leg Crap leg lock...

[Outlaw really wrenches back the left leg of CKD Abdullah.  Referee,
Jay O'Riley checks on Abdullah, but receives a 'get out of my face'.]

CL: Abdullah is inching his way closer to the ropes and he makes it.
Outlaw apparently doesn't feel like playing by the rules tonight,
because he is ignoring the orders of the referee.


One ...


Two ...


Three ...


Four ...


Fiv ---


[Outlaw breaks the hold avoiding a close call on being disqualified.
CKD Abdullah uses the ropes to pull himself up and Outlaw goes back to
kicking that left leg right from underneath Abdullah wrapping his arms
up inside the ropes leaving CKD Abdullah hanging.]

PW: Outlaw is using every trick in the book in trying to advance here
tonight!

CL: Outlaw against the referee's orders begins kicking CKD Abdullah as
he is tied up in the ropes.  Referee Jay O'Riley begins counting
again.


One ...


Two ...


Three ...


Four ...


[Outlaw backs off as the Referee unwraps the ropes and Abdullah hits
the ground from the poundings.  Outlaw Springboards off the ropes, but
Abdullah just gets his knees up as Outlaw lands right on his knees.]

CL: Smart move by CKD Abdullah.  This gives him time to regain his
composure.

PW: Get up and smack the filth out of him again!

CL: CKD stumbles back up and he takes off...



}



PW: Damn you heard that echo through out the building!

CL: Enzu elbow smash by CKD Abdullah and Outlaw looks out of it.




ONE ...




TWO ...




THR --







[KICK OUT POP!!!!]




CL: Outlaw just kicks out!!! CKD Abdullah can't believe it.

PW: Heck I can't believe it!  We all heard that elbow smash into
Outlaw's skull.  It sounded like Chris Hartt's kneecaps hitting
together at the thought of facing Christopher Michaelson in the second
round.

CL: ....

[CKD Abdullah back on the prowl and he drives a few stiff kicks into
the mid back of Outlaw as he begins to push himself back up.  CKD
Abdullah tosses another kick, but Outlaw catches his foot - ]










CL: Enziguiri by CKD Abdullah and _another_ cover!




ONE ...




TWO ...




[ANOTHER KICK OUT POP!!!]




CL: Outlaw with another Kick Out!

PW: I would say that all these head shots could leave long term
damage, but Outlaw is about as dumb as they come anyways.

[CKD Abdullah appears to be going for his Black Dragon Sleeper, but
Outlaw quickly dives into the ropes saving him from what could of
spelt the end of the Outlaw's run in the tournament.]

CL: CKD Abdullah comes charging at Outlaw, but Outlaw dives out of the
way at the last second saving himself from more damage.  CKD turns and
glares at Outlaw who is using the ropes to get to his feet.  CKD
charges again, and Outlaw dives under a short-arm.   He leaps up and
Superkick!!!!!!!!!!

[CKD takes a boot to the chin out of nowhere he drops to the mat as
Outlaw is regaining his composure.   As CKD begins to make it to his
feet, Outlaw nails him with the Rocker Dropper...]

CL: [bleep]dropper!!!

PW: Ugh.

CL: Outlaw has dropped down and has that right ankle of CKD and turns
it sideways!!!!!!




[POP!!!!]




[CKD Abdullah fights the pain and begins to wiggle himself closer to
the ropes, but Outlaw pulls him back into the center of the ring and
really begins to turn that ankle and CKD Abdullah is forced to tap
out!]



<<>>


CL: Outlaw has done it!! In a very hard fought first round match he
joins Christopher Michaelson and Chris Hartt into the second round.

PW: Great I'm not sure I can stomach more Outlaw tonight.

CL: Well your going to have too.

[Out go the lights. But unlike before, the big screen doesn't light
up. Instead, a spotlight shines and points to the rafters. Sitting in
the rafters is a piano on a platform. A figure can be seen sitting at
the bench in front of the instrument. He begins to play music,
obscuring his face with his shoulder. A microphone sits attached to
the piano.]

[Figure]: You truly are worthless, boy...

[The piano playing stops and the figure stands up. The spotlight goes
out, leaving the arena dark. The screen now comes to life with the
word "Omni".]

[Figure]: Not even worth my time.

[The screen goes out, the lights return. The figure is gone.]

CL: Who is this? Enough of the games!

PW: I don't know, but if he is calling Outlaw worthless I like him!

CL: We are down to our final first round match!!! So far Christopher
Michaelson, Chris Hartt, and Outlaw have advanced into the second
round.

PW: This isn't turning out how I had hoped.

********************
***COMMERCIAL***
********************
PVW theme music plays…

HIGHLIGHTS: Various finishers by PVW wrestlers

Announcer: PVW fans prepare for Rise From The Ashes when RJ Souza
takes on Paladin Chris Hartt in the first ever PVW Louisville Slugger
on a Pole Match!

GRAPHIC: RJ and Hartt’s imagine with a bat between them, behind them
footage of Souza’s beating Hartt down with the bat and celebrating]

HIGHLIGHTS:  Quick edits of the tag matches, including the Lethal
Lottery

Announcer: And the PVW 8 Team Gauntlet to crown the first PVW Tag Team
Champions.

GRAPHIC: Bones Ellis hitting Total Burnout on Heatwave 2/20/08

Announcer: Tickets available at the Armory Box Office and live on
television right here on Channel 4, home of the Phoenix Action
Newsteam.
***************************
[Commercial ends and we've back ringside with Chip Lester and “Putter”
Preston Winfield]

CL: And in addition to that we here at PVW wish both Bones Ellis and
Apollo Jones the best of luck at Prides of Powers Night Three
obviously with that footage of Bones we saw a moment ago.

PW: Speak for yourself, Chip. What I'm pumped up for is a Louisville
Slugger on a pole! RJ Souza already proved he’s a natural with a
baseball bat. What do you think is going to happen to Chris Hartt when
RJ can use it legally?

CL: Speaking of RJ he’s up in our next First Round Match so lets go to
the ring.

[Putter half yells as he speaks over RJ’s music starting up]

PW: And crowning the first tag champions!

Ring Announcer: The follow contest continues the first round of the
PVW Heritage Championship… introducing first at 240lbs, from Oakland
California,


' B A D   K A R M A '   R J   S O U Z A ! ! !



"A little bit more ATTITUDE!!!"

[A single spotlight shines of the ever dark RJ Souza. He holds both
hands over his head. Two white fireworks flow on both sides of the
entrance As he absorbs the fans jeers. He drops his hands and walks to
the ring. The Man in black sides under the ropes and stands in
the center, pulling his arms back, ala a cross and turns his head to
the left.]

CL: He looks good.

PW: He looks like a champion.

CL: His manager Paul Sandler is following behind him as well.

[Beefheart's "Circumstances" begins to play]

Ring Announcer: And his opponent, at 252 lbs, from Willcox, Arizona,



“T H E   S H A R K”   J O H N N Y   O A K E S ! ! !



[a roar of cheers rise up from the fans, but “The Shark” Johnny Oakes
fails to appear as the portion of the song plays that normally
accompanies Oakes 'entrance...]

CL: Oakes taking his time getting into the arena tonight.  Odd; I know
he's in the building.

[“Circumstances” begins again as the camera cuts to backstage at the
Gorilla Position where Oakes is seen clambering on all fours from
stage right. Gasping for breath, he tries to cry out, but can't find
the air.]

PW: Oakes apparently doesn't walk to the ring anymore.  He crawls.

[Walking into the scene comes Major Damage, who cocks his head to one
side and looks down on Oakes while impatiently tapping his flag pole,
complete with “Scorched Spangled Banner” on the concrete floor.]

MD: The friend ... of my enemy ... is my enemy...

[Oakes reaches the wall, and pushes against it, gaining leverage to
get to his feet.]

MD: My enemy now stands before me, and all that stand before me shall
fall by my hand.

[The Major's deep, hissing, mechanically distorted voice gets Oakes
attention, who turns around, a trickle of blood streaming from his
mouth and down his neck.]

MD: Enemies of the State--

[Oakes lunges out, only to be jabbed in the ribs, and knocked back to
the wall.]

MD: SHALL BURN!

[At that, Damage thrusts his flagpole, base first, into Oakes'
midsection. Oakes collapses on the floor, but starts scrambling away
again. Damage stalks him, lifting his pole high overhead.
"Circumstances”  finally silences as PVW officials and members of
security swarm Damage, at the
behest of a number of executives in suits.]

CL: WHAT IS MAJOR DAMAGE DOING BACK THERE?

PW: Costing Johnny a chance as the Heritage title by beating the crap
out of him!

CL: A lesser man would have been broken by that pole shot!  And if
that pole had even been any thinner, let alone sharp, he'd be impaled.
That was a vile shot.

[Johnny struggles to his feet and turns to face Major Damage as Damage
throws men to the floor, one after another.  The remaining PVW
employees back away momentarily as Damage reels back and swings the
flag like a baseball bat into Johnny's right ribs again.  Heel pop!]

PW: The Major swings that flag about as well as RJ swings a baseball
bat.

CL: Souza and Paul Sandler are smiling in the ring above us here as
we're all watching Oakes be driven against the wall with that flagpole
in his ribs like a dagger!  AND MAJOR DAMAGE IS STABBING JOHNNY OAKES
IN THE RIBS WITH THAT FLAGPOLE AGAIN!

[A particularly large security officer grabs the cloth end of the flag
pole, and pulls back, preventing Damage from thrusting it into Oakes
again. Another clip tackles him, and Damage turns his attention to the
ensuing dog pile.]

MD: You have no business here!  This is a war zone!  What are you?
U.N.? N.A.T.O.?  Mercs!?

PW: There have to be ten or twelve officials getting between Major
Damage and Johnny Oakes who is laying on the floor holding his ribs.

CL: Damage jamming that flagpole into Johnny's ribs like a spear.
That must have broken some ribs, Preston. We can only assume from what
we're seeing here that Oakes will be unable to compete tonight.

PW: The man's coughing up blood big time.

[“Circumstances” plays once more, looped back to the start of the song
yet again.  Johnny Oakes is helped to his feet by two officials but
seems unable to move his right arm which is clutching his ribs.  In
between gasps and coughs, his mouth can be seen moving, although his
words are just murmurs, indecipherable.]

CL: Johnny Oakes, I think, is telling the officials that he's going to
the ring!  The paramedics are there but he seems to be refusing
treatment!

[One particularly assertive EMT catches a backhand from Johnny's good
hand as Oakes reiterates his intention to go to the ring.  In the
background, men go flying as Major Damage struggles, but for the time
being, the Major seems unable to escape the pressing mass of
humanity.]

PW: He's out of his mind, Chip!  Look at him! Major Damage laid a
beating on him that would put anyone in the hospital, including Johnny
Oakes.

CL: I don't believe it but Johnny Oakes has just emerged from the
locker room and his crowd has gone crazy.

PW: He has two officials helping him to the ring. This isn't going to
work!

[Johnny looks up, wincing in incredibly pain to acknowledge the fans
that are rallying being him struggling to even get to the ring]

PW: Look at him, Chip! He can't even stand under his own power! He
can't even catch his breath! Major Damage has broken those right ribs.
He has a world class athlete waiting for him in the ring and there is
a title at stake.  It's tough luck, but what does Oakes expect to
happen?

CL: Well Paul Sandler shakes his mans hand, already congratulating him
on his big win as he exits the ring.  This thing isn't over yet.
Johnny Oakes has just made it into the ring and this match is on.




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	RPH 1st Round Tournament Match:
	'Bad Karma' RJ Souza
	v. 'The Shark' Johnny Oakes

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<<< DING DING DING >>>




PW: Yeah but Johnny can't even stand, Chip. I'm telling you. He’s
leaning against the corner, he can barley move his right arm, he can
hardly breath.

CL: RJ Souza knows it too and charges across the ring and basically
just avalanches Oakes in the corner as Johnny screams in pain
collapsing to the mat.

[Groan from the crowd with the blow]

PW:  RJ has that killer instinct, Chip. He’s laying the boots into the
ribs.

CL: RJ is kicking Oakes basically under the boot rope as the ref has
to step in and break them up. He’s asking Johnny, still on the mat, if
he wants to give it up.

PW: If he’s smart he will.

CL: Johnny hasn't even finished shaking his head “no” and RJ rushes
right back in the kicks him right in the ribs.

PW: RJ is just dragging Oakes into the middle of the ring like a piece
of garbage and starting driving his knee into those right ribs.

CL: Johnny is flailing in pain on the mat with each blow. I think
you're right Preston, I don't think Johnny Oakes can catch his wind
with his ribs like that.

PW: I've had broken ribs Chip and it hurts to move, it hurts the
breath… you can't even stretch out your ribcage to extend your arm.

CL: YOU? you've had broken ribs?

PW: Golfing accident… years ago. I'm fine now.

CL: A golfing accident? Major Damage was probably hoping to end
Johnny’s career back there and you're comparing it to a golfing
accident?

PW: [ignoring Chip] RJ Souza is burying his knee into those ribs and
pulls back on Oakes’ chin and right thigh in a bow and arrow position
and the ref is asking Oakes if he wants to give it up.

[Paul Sandler is heard over Chip and Preston’s headsets talking to
them at ringside]

“Mega Agent” Paul Sandler: It was a gallant effort but he’s finished.

CL: Johnny is in there with broken ribs, Sandler! Why don't you show
some class?!

Paul Sandler: He would have lost anyway, Chip. RJ is destined to win
this tournament.

PW: [laughing] I guess it just wasn't in the cards for Johnny Oakes
tonight.

[Preston and Paul share a laugh as Paul drifts back to his corner]

CL: I don't know if I'd be that confident. Johnny Oakes is refusing to
give up and RJ is releasing the hold and punches away at this ribs
from his knees.

PW: I love this killer instinct from RJ. First on Hartt with the bat,
and now look at RJ just grinding his knuckles into the ribs.

CL: Johnny has just about screamed himself out of breath and RJ
suddenly hooks the leg for a cover.




ONE ...




TWO ...




PW: AH! Johnny just barely kicks out.

CL: That was close though. Johnny only got his left shoulder up. He
can barely move his right upper body.

PW: RJ still driving his knee into those ribs. Ground and pound!

CL: RJ is finally picking Johnny up off the mat at least. I don't know
if Johnny could have done it on his own at this point.

PW: And RJ slaps on an abdominal stretch, again driving his elbow into
the ribs. RJ is just
relentless. He’s shows us that he’s prepared to be a champion.

CL: What about Johnny? He’s in there, obviously with injured, probably
broken, ribs and who knows what else! He’s fighting and isn't giving
up. He could have let himself be pinned but he’s still fighting.

PW: He’s risking his career right now. An abdominal stretch with
broken ribs? Johnny need to give up because eventually one of those
ribs is going to puncture his lung.

CL: Johnny’s still fighting… coming back with left hands to the face
of RJ causing Souza to release the torque of the hold. Johnny with a
hiptoss but collapses to the mat holding the ribs.

PW: Look at that Chip! Johnny’s first offence of the match has him
sprawled out on the mat.

CL: [growing concern] This is getting really, really serious out
here….

PW: RJ roll over and still on the mat plants a right jab into the ribs
to prevent Johnny from getting up first. It’s just a matter of time.

CL: But Johnny from his knees clips RJ’s right leg out from under him
at RJ was scrambling to his feet. Johnny leaps on top and peppers RJ
with left hands to the face. This place is going crazy for the
underdog.

PW: [yelling over the crowd] Paul Sandler is livid outside the ring,
yelling for RJ it go for the ribs.

CL: And RJ does just that as reaches to hook the leg for a quick pin
with a sharp elbow, right into the ribs and under the arm.

PW:  RJ grabs Johnny by the hair and pulls him up as dead weight and
tosses him into the corner… and RJ moves in and locks in a full
nelson. IT’S THE KARMA KLUTCH CHIP! I LOVE THIS MOVE! HE’S GOING TO
SLAM HIS HEAD INTO THE BUCKLE!

[Preston counts along]
ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR, FIVE, SIX, SEVEN, EIGHT, NINE, TEN!!!

CL: you're that excited for that?

PW: THIS IS EVEN BETTER! RJ holding onto the full nelson to stretch
out those ribs, Johnny is trying everything to get out of there.

CL: But Johnny continues to not give up. And RUNS UP THE CORNER AND
PUSHES OFF ON TOP OF SOUZA!




ONE ...




TWO ...




PW: RJ releases the hold. That was close, I haven't seen the Karma
Klutch countered before.

CL: Maybe he shouldn't hang onto it next time. Johnny Oakes is backing
off into a corner and RJ charges across the ring for another
avalanche.

PW: AND JOHNNY OAKES MOVED! HE HIT HIS HEAD ON THE POST CHIP!

CL: THIS PLACE IS UNGLUED! JOHNNY OAKES GOING FOR THE UPSET.




ONE ...




PW: PAUL DO SOMETHING!




TWO ...




CL: PAUL SANDLER TRIES TO GET IN THE RING BUT IS TANGLED IN THE ROPES!




THREE ...




PW: NO! A TWO COUNT!

CL: The ref signals that is was a two count. This match isn't over.
But I thought it was and so did everyone else in this building
including RJ.

[The crowd dies down a little but is still rallying behind Johnny
Oakes]

PW: RJ has no idea where he is, Chip. He has a blank look on his face!
That post shot has taken him right out of this match.

CL: Johnny struggles to his feet and BOOTS PAUL SANDLER RIGHT IN THE
FACE!

[Paul Sandler tumbles out of the ropes, off the apron and onto the
floor, out of the match as the fans at ringside are laughing at Paul]

PW: I don't believe it!

CL: I told you, Preston. NEVER, EVER, discount the heart of Johnny
Oakes. RJ is stumbling around the corner, he has no idea where he is.
He’s wide open.

PW: AND JOHNNY GOES FOR BIG SLICK! NO!

CL: Johnny can't get his right arm up for the double arm DDT but slips
right into a single left armed DDT. HE HITS IT!

[Crowd counts along]




ONE ...




TWO ...




PW: KICKOUT! RJ kicks out but that looked pretty weak. Johnny backs
off and lets RJ get to his feet.

CL: RJ has no idea what’s going on, Preston... and Paul Sandler isn't
any help now. RJ stands and facing the corner on rubber legs. He’s
just standing there with his back to Johnny Oakes.

PW: AH! ACES AND EIGHTS!

CL: THE SPINNING SAVATE BACK FIST TO THE HEAD! WITH THE LEFT HAND!

PW: RJ BOUNCES HIS FACE OFF THE TOP TURNBUCKLE, STUMBLES BACK AND
COLLAPES TO THE MAT…

CL: THE COVER!

[Crown counts again]




ONE ...




CL: RJ’s LEFT LEG FELL OVER THE ROPES!

PW: RJ ISN'T MOVING! THE HERITAGE TITLE!




TWO ...





CL: THE REF DOESN'T SEE IT! JOHNNY TRIES TO GRAB THE LEG BUT HIS RIBS
WONT LET HIM EXTEND HIS ARM….

PW: THE REF SEES IT!

[Crowd groans again, thinking that was it]

CL: Johnny again letting RJ get back to his feet. He isn't getting a
lot of offence but it’s all high impact. He can still win this
tournament with this game plan!

PW: NO!!!! NOT THE ATTACK!

CL: JOHNNY OAKES… SIGNALING FOR THE SHARK ATTACK….

PW: HE REACHES BUT CAN'T EXTEND HIS RIGHT ARM TO HOOK THE JUMPING
CUTTER!

CL: JOHNNY OAKES CLUTCHING THE RIBS AS HE DOUBLES OVER IN THE MIDDLE
OF THE RING… RJ IS LEFT STANDING.

PW: KARMA KICK OUT OF NOWHERE. RJ COLLAPSES ONTOP…




ONE ...




CL: JOHNNY WAS CLUTCHING THE RIBS, PRESTON. HE TOOK THAT SUPERKICK
FLUSH IN THE FACE!




TWO ...




CL: NOT LIKE THIS!




THREE ...




PW: YES! PAUL SANDLER CALLED IT!

HD: YOUR WINNER, ADVANCING TO THE SECOND ROUND, “BAD KARMA” RJ SOUZA!


[HEEL POP!!!]



CL: Paul Sandler is still struggling to his feet on the outside. He
has no idea his man has won. RJ Souza is still laying on top of Johnny
Oakes. I don't even now if he even realizes he’s won.

PW: Paul Sandler called it, Chip. RJ Souza has destiny on his side
tonight.

CL: A big assist to Major Damage who has cost the veteran, one of
tonight’s favorites Johnny Oakes, the Heritage Championship. He
wouldn't quit, Preston. Even with broken ribs. I think Major Damage
has made a Major Mistake.

PW: RJ was going to win it anyway. The Major just had a little fun.

CL: Paramedics are starting to rush the ring and check on Johnny. A
few try to look at RJ Souza for a concussion after that post shot and
Big Slick by Johnny to the back of the head.

PW: RJ just weakly rolls out of the ring where the ref reaches out and
raises his hand. RJ looks at the ref in amazement, just realizing he
won! Paul is right there too.

CL: Sandler look on in equal amazement… he had no idea.

PW: But his man is through to the second round, Chip. That’s all that
matters.

CL: Souza advances to take on Outlaw in the second round.

PW: Thank the lord we have somebody who will rush Outlaw.

CL: I wouldn't be so sure.

CL: It's time our semifinal's match ups...  The winner of this match
will go on to face the winner of RJ Souza and Outlaw.

PW: Thankfully we have Michaelson and Souza left.  That should put an
end to this nightmare of possibly Outlaw or Chris Hartt winning
tonight.

HD: Introducing first from Minneapolis, Minnesota... Standing at five
foot eleven and weighing in at two hundred and forty five pounds...




' P A L A D I N '     C H R I S     H A R T T  ! ! ! !




['S.S.C./Stand or Fall' by Anthrax plays, as Chris makes his way out
onto the stage. Red lights shine in a grand display, as Chris holds
his arms out to the sides, then walks to the ring, leaping onto the
apron, climbing in and mounting a turnbuckle, repeating the sign of
the cross.]

CL: The fans are giving Hartt a strong ovation.  He had quite the
showing in the first round when he put away the veteran, Tyrone
Parker.

PW: Christopher Michaelson is a bigger roadblock then Tyrone Parker.

HD: His opponent  From Chicago, Illinois.  Weighing in at two hundred
and forty pounds and standing at six foot four.




' T H E    G O L D E N   O N E '

C H R I S T O P H E R    M I C H E A L S O N! ! ! !





[The instrumental version of “Go to Sleep” Eminem begins to play
throughout the 52nd Street Armory. After a few moments a figure begins
to walk from the back stage. The figure is that of ‘The Golden One’
Christopher Michaelson who is attired in a long glamorous Cobalt Blue
robe, the robe has gold trim around cuffs, bottom of the robe, the
belt is gold as well. Upon the back of the robe written in script is
MICHAELSON.]



[Michaelson slowly runs hands through his long brown hair as he
approaches the ring. He pauses for a moment the base of the steel ring
steps as he looks into the ring. He smirks as he slowly ascends each
step. As he stands on the ring apron he wipes the soles of his boots
before he enters the ring. Michaelson removes his robe revealing full
length cobalt blue wresting tights with golden stripes running down
the sides of both legs. He hands his robe to the ring attendant and
you can him say this is worth more than you so be careful.]

CL: Michaelson looks focused.  He put away the upstart, Caleb Foley in
the first round thanks to the assistance of Chase Williams.

PW: He would have done it anyways.

CL: We will never know now.


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	RPH 2nd Round Tournament Match:
	'Golden One' Christopher Michaelson
	v. 'Paladin' Chris Hartt

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<<<  DING DING   >>>


[Michaelson and Hartt begin to circle each other in the ring, after a
few moments and the crowd taking it in they lock up.  Michaelson the
bigger man quickly drives a knee into Hartt's gut, then slaps him hard
in the face.  Michaelson backs up and begins to struts around the ring
and looks smug.]

CL: A total sign of disrespect by The Golden One.

PW: Why should he respect Chris Hartt.  Can you tell me one thing he
has done besides follow Rob Cole around like his bag carrier?

[Hartt moves in as Michaelson turns back and hits with a dropkick.
'The Golden One' falls into the ropes and on the rebound, Hartt grabs
his arm and does an armdrag takedown.  Hartt grabs Michaelson's hand
and drops a hard knee on The Golden One's elbow.]

CL: Hartt now quickly working over Michaleson.

[Hartt rolls Michaelson over and locks in a hammerlock.  Michaelson
reels in pain and struggles to get free.  Michaelson squirms and
struggles and manages to get a foot on the ropes, causing the ref to
call for a break.]

PW: Heads up move by Michaelson.  Slow down the pace and let the
adrenaline wear off.

[Michaelson rolls out of the ring and collects himself.  As he moves
around the corner, Hartt runs and leaps off of the second turnbuckle,
sailing over the ring post and down onto an unsuspecting Christopher
Michaelson.  The crowd leaps to it's feet with a hearty cheer.]



P - V - DUB ! !    P - V - DUB ! !    P - V - DUB ! !


P - V - DUB ! !    P - V - DUB ! !    P - V - DUB ! !


P - V - DUB ! !    P - V - DUB ! !    P - V - DUB ! !


P - V - DUB ! !    P - V - DUB ! !    P - V - DUB ! !



CL: What a move by The Paladin and he is total control in the early
going!

[The Paladin gets up and quickly rolls Michaelson into the ring.
Michaelson slowly moves into center ring, as Hartt climbs the
turnbuckle, then throws his arms out into a cross.  The Golden One
springs to his feet, runs up the turnbuckle and snaps Hartt over with
a double arm suplex.  Michaelson slowly gets back to his feet, then
grabs Hartt's head and runs it along his bootlaces.]

CL: Michaelson now resorting to underhanded tactics.

PW: Hey what do you call Air Hartt leaping over the top ropes?

CL: Umm wrestling?

[The ref gets into Michaelson's face, threatening a DQ.  Michaelson
struts some more and goes to pick the Paladin up, who counters by
grabbing The Golden One's legs and yanking him down, then flipping
over and  hooking the legs for a pin.]




ONE ...




TWO ...




CL: NO, Kickout by Michaelson!  Hartt gets up and stomps on
Michaelson's right shoulder.  Hartt quickly locks in a triangle choke,
wrapping both legs around the right arm and pulling at the shoulder.

[The ref checks, but The Golden One refuses to give.  Hartt lets go
and gets up.  Michaelson rolls to his knees and Hartt leaps off the
ring ropes with a springboard moonsault.  Michaelson rolls back and
lets Hartt slam across Hartt's shins.  The Golden One follows up with
a few slams into the mat with Hartt's head.]

CL: Michaelson looks to be getting frustrated in there.

PW: Do you blame him?

[Hartt rolls out of the ring.  The Golden One baseball slides at
Hartt, but Hartt sidesteps and Michaelson sails past!]

PW: Oops!

CL: Heads up move by Hartt!  He pulls Michaelson to his feet and IRISH
WHIP SENDING THE GOLDEN OnE SHOULDER FIRST INTO The STEEL STEPS!!!

PW: Sure seems like Hartt is resorting to some underhanded tactics
tonight to get where he wants too.  Very unpaladin like!

[As the ref counts, Hartt rolls back into the ring, and Michaelson
slowly makes his way back into the ring.]

CL: Hartt with a drop toehold

[Hartt with a drop toehold to the charging Michaelson, then floats
over Michaelson.  The Golden One makes his way up quick and angry and
Hartt uses that momentum for a fast crossed arm reverse powerbomb.]

CL: What concentration!!!  Michaelson has lost his cool and that's
very unGolden One like.

PW: Are you mocking me?




ONE ...




TWO ...




CL: NO!!! Kick Out!!!  Hartt keeping up the pace has Michaelson on his
feet..




"___SLLAAAPP___"




PW: The Golden One fires with a Knife Edge Chop!!

CL: These two men are now battling back and forth with right hand
after right hand.

PW: Brawling so isn't Michaelson’s element but it is showing how badly
he wants to win this tournament.

[Michaelson is forced into the ropes where Hartt grabs him by the arm
and Irish whips him to the far side ropes. Michaelson rebounds and
baseball slides through the legs of The Paladin.]

PW: Great heads up tactic there by Michaelson, who is getting to his
feet as Chris Hartt spins around …

CL: Kick to the mid section by Michaelson …

[Michaelson attempts to lock on a front chancery but Hartt counters by
shoving Michaelson into the ropes once again. Hartt grabs the arm of
Michaelson but The Golden One reverses the Irish whip attempt sending
Hartt to the far side rope.]

PW: Hartt rebounds off of the ropes!



"____THUUUUDDDDDD___"



CL: And Christopher Michaelson drives him back first to the mat with a
vicious SPINEBUSTER!




ONE ...




TWO ...




THR ---




CL: NO!!! Hartt with a kick out at the very last second.   Michaelson
quickly has The Paladin up and BIG European uppercut.


[Michaelson with a standing dropkick that sends Hartt into the ropes.
Hartt flips over and lands on his feet on the apron.  Michaelson
quickly grabs Hartt by the hair, but Hartt drives a shoulder into
Michaelson's gut.]

CL: Hartt hanging on the on the outside...

[As Michaelson reels, Hartt leaps up onto the ropes, springs off and
does a corkscrew hurricanrana, tossing Michaelson over into the center
of the ring.  Hartt scrambles back up and hits Michaelson in the back
of the head with a shining wizard.  Hartt gets back up, springs off of
the ropes into a springboard moonsault. Cover for the pin.]




ONE ...




TWO ...





CL: Kickout with a toss by Michaelson and Hartt grabs at his head in
frustration.

PW: It appears Hartt is losing that concentration with the inability
to keep The Golden One down.

CL: They don't get much better then these two men in the ring when it
comes to technical wrestling.  It has been a back and forth war with
counters all night.

[Chris Hartt is now lifting The Golden One up and putting him on the
top ropes.]

PW: Hartt has Michaelson sitting on the top rope and The Golden One
looks like he is on Dream Street at the moment.

CL: The earlier match have taken a lot out of these two men.

[The Paladin climbs to the top rope and locks in a front chancery.
After a few moments he is able to pull Michaelson to the top
turnbuckle with him.]

CL: Both men are in a dangerous situation at the moment!

[Chris Hartt muscles the body of Michaelson high into the air and
sends them both crashing hard to the mat!]

PW: SUPERPLEX! And both men are down! I'm not sure that Chris Hartt
thought that move would take that much out of him as he is slowly
getting to his feet!

[Hartt staggers to his feet and slowly turns around to face Michaelson
who is still looking at the lights high above in the ceiling. Without
warning Michaelson nips and catches the jaw of Hartt with his version
of a Superkick.]




"_____SMMMMMMMACCCCKKKKK_____"




PW: GOD LORD! SOME HOW MICHAELSON NIPPED UP AND NAILED THE GOLD
STRIKE!

CL: Chris Hartt crashes to the mat and Michaelson does so once again!

[The referee looks at both men … Chris Hartt flat his back and
Michaelson face down breathing heavily before he begins to apply the
count.]


One ...


Two ...


Three ...


Four ...




[HUUUUUGE POPPPPPPP!]



CL: Chris Hartt is moving.....

PW: So is Michaelson!!!

CL: Both of these men want to move on and they are up!!!   FIST ARE
FLYING!!!!!!!!!!!!  Hartt with a chop!!! Another!!!!!! A THIRD!!!!!



[BOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!]



CL: Michaelson dropped down and just TOOK the right knee out of Hartt.

PW: That'll slow his momentum back down. That right knee could begin
to give Hartt trouble now.

CL: Hartt is trying to get back up, but he is barely able to put any
weight on it.  Look at The Golden One grin.  He knew exactly what he
was doing when he dropped down and drilled that knee.

[Michaelson brushes his hair from his eyes pulling Hartt's leg high
into the air and quickly driving it to the mat.]

PW: The knee slammed hard into the mat!

[Chris Hartt rolls over grabbing his knee in and pain and Michaelson
quickly grabs the leg and begins to wrap it around his own leg.]

CL: STANDING FIGURE FOUR!

PW: Michaelson all business here as he continues his assault on the
knees and legs of Chris Hartt.

[Hartt begins to pound the mat in pain and frustration as Michaelson
screams ASK HIM REF! ASK HIM! The Paladin shakes his head no.]

PW: If Chris Hartt knew what was good for him he would give up!

CL: Hartt is a warrior and he isn't giving up.  He has too much heart
but there is only so much that the knee can take before it gives out!

[Finally Michaelson drops the hold as the damage has been done.  The
fans boo loudly as The Golden One stands there soaking it up.  Hartt
has now made it to his knees and Michaleson wastes no time cinching a
cross face on Hartt.  Hartt grasps futilely for the ropes.  Michaelson
cinches harder, as Hartt drags himself just a little closer.  A mere
fingertip away, Hartt reaches and stretches to the point of tearing,
then just manages to grab hold of the ropes.]

CL: Hartt makes it to the ropes!!!!

PW: Give up why don't you!!!! You're not even in the same CLASS as The
Golden One!!!
[The ref calls for the break.  Michaelson lets go, as Hartt rolls out
of the ring for a breather.  Michaelson moves off, then steps over and
grabs Hartt by the hair, dragging him up.]

CL: HARTT GRABS MICHAELSON BY THE EARS!!!!!

[... and guillotines his throat on the ropes.  Hartt climbs the apron,
then the turnbuckle, throws out a sign of the cross, then leaps off
into a high Swanton bomb.]

CL: OH MYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!

PW: Michaelson is rolling away...


[Hartt drags himself up, then runs and baseball slides into
Michaelson, driving him out of the ring.  Hartt gets up, looks around
to the cheering crowd, then climbs the turnbuckle, waits for
Michaelson to get up, then leaps off into a flipping suicide splash
onto the floor below.  The crowd cheers wildly!]

CL: HARTT SACRAFICES HIMSELF A SECOND TIME!!!!!!

PW: At what cost both men are down on the outside and Hartt is
reaching at that right knee once again.

CL: Hartt stumbles hobbling on that right knee and rolls The Golden
One back into the ropes...

PW: Michaelson is down! We haven't seen the Golden One this vulnerable
yet tonight!

[The Paladin ascends to the top turnbuckle and extends his arms to the
side before leaping off and driving an elbow into the heart of
Michaelson.]

CL: Chris Hartt using the ropes to just totally decimate The Golden
One tonight.

[Hartt gets to his feet and pumps his fist towards crowd for a moment
before slowly reaching for Michaelson’s hair. Michaelson takes the
opportunity to grab Hartt by the head and rolls through with an inside
cradle!]




ONE ...




TWO ...




CL: Hartt kicks out!

PW: But you can tell that Michaelson surprised him with that inside
cradle. There’s a lot of fight left in Michaelson here!

CL: Both men are back up and a quick thumb to Hartt's eye slows the
Paladin down.  Michaelson tosses his hair out of his face and you can
tell The Paladin has given him quite a beating tonight.

PW: With the way Hartt is walking I'd say it's been pretty even.

[Michaelson grabs Hartt in a front chancery and lifts him into the air
for a suplex but instead of powering him over he drops him stomach
first across the top rope.]

PW: Michaelson leaving Hartt out to dry on the top rope!

[Michaelson rushes to the far side ropes and rebounds gaining a full
head of steam.]




"_____SMACK_____"




PW: What a dropkick to the side of Hartt’s skull.

CL: Michaelson hit that move with so much authority that Hartt has
come crashing back into the ring.

[Michaelson quickly pulls Hartt towards the center of the ring and
applies a camel clutch wrenching the head of Hartt back as far as he
can.]

PW: There is no doubt that Michaelson is a man on a mission!

CL: And I don't think it matters to him if he injures anyone as his
way towards completing that mission!

PW: I don't think he is either but when the prize is the Rising
Phoenix Heritage Championship I can see why he doesn't care!

[Hartt screams out "NOOOO" when the referee asks him if he gives up..
This only forces Michaelson to pull back with more authority.  Finally
Michaelson just drops the hold and begins kicking the side of Hartt's
head.]

CL: VICIOUS kicks by The Golden One!!!!

PW: He is taking all his frustration out with those Kicks.

[The Golden One calls for Hartt to get up and as he does he just
drives that boot sending him back down to the mat.  The punishment is
catching up with The Paladin.  His right knee barely allows him to
stand and The Golden One continues to punish him.  Finally Michaelson
pulls Hartt to his feet...  The Paladin looks pretty much out of it.
The fans have gone quiet....]

PW: He is done look at him!

CL: Michaelson is locking on the front face lock as he is setting up
for the Golden One Driver.....





[TEAR DOWN THE ROOF POP!!!!!]






[Out of nowhere as the front face lock was planted, either due to
cockiness on Michaelson's part or just pure wrestling smarts on
Hartt's part, Hartt out of nowhere locked on the Avenger lock and has
now begun just pulling back with full force..]

CL: AVENGER LOCK!!!!! THE PALADIN HAS IT LOCKED ON!!!!!!

PW: WHAT!?!? The Golden One had this!!!! How can this be!?!?!  Don't
give up Michaelson!!!

[Michaelson is screaming "No" as he tries to wiggle towards the ropes,
but Hartt just pulls that arm backwards and its locked on and he isn't
moving anywhere forcing The Golden One to tap out... The fans
roar!!!!]




<<< DING   DING   DING >>>



CL: CHRIS HARTT HAS DONE IT!!   On one wheel and fighting his equal in
the ring he pulled out The Avenger and clinched it in.

PW: This is turning into a total nightmare.

[Chris Hartt leaps up unable to put weight on that right knee holds
his arm up as the fans stand on their feet with respect.]

CL: Michaelson is up and he is behind Hartt... He spins him around
with his right hand in a fist....

PW: HIT HIM!!!

[To everyone's surprise, Christopher Michaelson extends his hand and
Chris Hartt a bit hesitant accepts it and Michaelson and Hartt shake
hands before The Golden One rolls out of the ring.]

PW: What the...

CL: Christopher Michaelson is all about being the best wrestler.
There isn't many in this profession who can stand toe to toe with him
in the ring.  I think it was a gesture of respect, Chris Hartt got him
on this day...  But these two warriors will wrestle again.

PW: And on that day Hartt will have two hurt knees.

CL: Chris Hartt has advanced to the final match to become the Rising
Phoenix Heritage Champion. Who will he face?  Outlaw and RJ Souza is
up next and we will find out.

PW: Please for the love of god let it be RJ Souza.

CL: It could very well be.  Those two are set to fight in a Slugger on
a Pole match at Rise from the Ashes.  Could we see a preview of that?

HD: Introducing first.  Hailing from Ottawa, Ontario, Canada.
Standing
6  feet tall, and weighing in at 210lbs...




O U T L A W ! ! ! !





[A pop from the crowd as Outlaw appears on the entryway.  Dressed in
his standard ring gear, camouflage shorts, and a PVW t-shirt, he
raises his arm to the crowd showing a pair of leather grapple gloves.
As usual, his brown hair hangs in his face.]

PW: Say good bye to Outlaw.


HD: His opponent at 240lbs, from Oakland California,




' B A D   K A R M A '   R J   S O U Z A ! ! !



"A little bit more ATTITUDE!!!"

[A single spotlight shines of the ever dark RJ Souza. He holds both
hands over his head. Two white fireworks flow on both sides of the
entrance As he absorbs the fans jeers. He drops his hands and walks to
the ring. The Man in black sides under the ropes and stands in
the center, pulling his arms back, ala a cross and turns his head to
the left.]

CL: RJ Souza defeated the popular Johnny Oakes in the first round.  He
now has his hands full with Outlaw here in the second.

PW: Let's finish what you started RJ!






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	RPH 2nd Round Tournament Match:
	'Bad Karma' RJ Souza
	v. Outlaw

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<<< DING DING DING >>>




[The bell is sound and a fist fight breaks out!  The King of Karma
begins to take control with the right hands but Outlaw grabs hold of
his waist and rams Souza into the corner, then follows it up with a
few shoulder thrusts.]

CL: We are off to the races in a hurry!

PW: This one has Souza written all over it!

[Souza spits at Outlaw  and Outlaw slaps him right in the face, then
once more on the back of the head. Outlaw goes to whip Souza into the
opposing corner but RJ Souza reverses sending Outlaw flying to the
turnbuckles.]

CL: Did you see the force of that?

PW: I told you this match has RJ written all over it!

[Outlaw grabs hold of the ropes and throws his feet into the air,
thinking Souza was charging after him, but as he lands on his feet
again, he looks confused to see no RJ Souza in front of him, only for
Souza to deliver a Dropkick to the back of the head of Outlaw. Souza
goes to cover Outlaw but he rolls out of the ring, holding the back of
his head.]

CL: Outlaw slowing things down.

PW: Not for long!!!!

[Souza bounces off the ropes and dives through the middle ropes
driving Outlaw back-first into the steel barricade. The fans boo Souza
in the front row, but he ignores them and lifts Outlaw up for a Body
Slam but drops Outlaw abdomen first across the guard rail.]

CL: Souza just placed Outlaw gut first on that guard rail and he is
climbing on the ring apron and DIVES OFF HITTING OUTLAW WITH A
GUILLOTINE LEGDROP TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD!!!!

PW: Vicious!! I love it!!!

CL: You can see Souza is fighting hard to match his enemy, Chris
Hartt.

[Souza rolls Outlaw under the ropes and covers him.]




ONE ...




TWO ...




THR ---




CL: Only a two count!

PW: No worries keep up the pace.

[Souza quickly back on the offensive at the approval of Paul Sandler.
He pulls Outlaw up and hits him with a Russian Legsweep then locks him
in a Short Arm Scissors. Outlaw struggles and screams for a moment but
then strikes Souza in the side of the head with a kick, then three
more before the King of Karma releases the submission.]

CL: Both men pulling themselves to their feet and Souza runs right
into a BIG NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX BY OUTLAW!!! OUTLAW HOOKS THE LEG!




ONE ...




TWO ...




[Souza with a strong kick out, Outlaw now on the offensive scoops
Souza up and slams him hard to the mat.  He looks right and then
springboards into a corkscrew senton!]




ONE ...




TWO ...




CL: Another strong kick out by RJ Souza.

PW: Sandler is yelling at the referee on the outside.

[Outlaw lifts Souza to his feet, then lifts him up onto the top
turnbuckle and begins to climb up with him. Souza fires off some right
forearms, knocking him back down to the mat, but he lands on his feet.
Souza goes for the Tornado DDT, but Outlaw is the king of that move
and  seems to have control of Souza...]

CL: Souza trying to drill Outlaw with one of his own signature moves.

PW: That would be something.

[... despite him being in the air. Outlaw tries to crotch Souza on the
top rope, but Souza uses it to bounce off of and spin the opposite
direction, nailing Outlaw with the Tornado DDT!]

PW: And he did it!! That's a little embarrassing for Outlaw.




ONE ...




TWO ...




THR ---




CL: NO, Outlaw gets a shoulder up! Souza quickly up and goes to lock
Outlaw in what looked to be a Figure Four, but Outlaw counters with a
Small Package!

[Paul Sandler is up on the ring apron and has Jay O'Riley's attention.
Finally O'Riley notices the pin and drops down for the cover.]




ONE ...




TWO ...




CL: NO Souza breaks out, thanks to the assist of Paul Sandler.

[Both men leap up with a second boost of adrenaline and Outlaw charges
at Souza, floating around him and rolling him up with a Schoolboy.]




ONE ...




TWO ...




CL: Is that a handful of tights by Outlaw?

PW: Why yes it is!!!

CL: Sandler is screaming at the referee, but lucky for him Souza still
is able to power out.

PW: Stinkin cheater!

[Both men up again and Outlaw goes for a Clothesline but Souza ducks
it and pins Outlaw with a Backslide...]




ONE ...




TWO ...




THR ---




CL: Back and forth pin attempts and these two men continue to fight
on! Both men get up but Souza trips Outlaw and flips over him, still
holding his legs for a pin with a bridge!




ONE ...




TWO ...




CL: Another Kick out.. This is turning out to be one of the best
matches of the night!

PW: RJ Souza can wrestle with the best of them.

[Both men up to their feet again and this time Outlaw runs into an
Inverted Atomic Drop, followed by Souza bouncing off the ropes and
going for a Sunset Flip but Outlaw drops to his knees pinning Souza.]




ONE ...




TWO ...




[Souza rolls backwards into a full sunset flip!]




ONE ...




TWO ...




[Outlaw counters back and now on top for the pin.]




ONE ...




TWO ...




THR ---




CL: WOW!!! Souza kicks out.  BACK and FORTH!!!!  Sandler can't believe
it.. The fans can't believe it!!

PW: I can't believe it!

[Both men fire up and Souza kicks Outlaw in the gut and positions him
between his legs. Souza makes a “Shove It” sign with his hands/arms
then signals for the Cradle Piledriver. Souza can't lift Outlaw up,
and Outlaw ends up lifting Souza up onto his shoulders, then throwing
him off with a successful TKO.]

CL: What a counter by Outlaw!!!

PW: Come on Sandler do something!

[Paul Sandler leaps up and is yelling at Outlaw and the ref... Outlaw
turns and flips him off and DRILLS him with a right hand.  He turns
back and DDT by Souza!!]

PW: There we go.

CL: Sandler the x-factor again.  He could end up costing Outlaw the
match in the end.


[RJ Souza pulls Outlaw up and locks on a full nelson, after a few
moments he lifts him up and slams him down with the full nelson
slam!!!  He hooks the leg and RJ Counts with the referee..]




ONE ...




TWO ...




[POP!!!]




[Outlaw with a strong kick out and RJ Souza looks beside himself.
Souza begins drilling Outlaw with right hands attempting to keep him
down.  Outlaw forces his way up and BELLY TO BELLY SUPlEX!!!!!!!]

CL: Look at the raw strength of Outlaw.  He just fought his way
through those huge right hands by Souza.  Outlaw now going up top....
Sandler quickly up on the ring apron and grabs his legs crotching
him...




[HEEL POP!!!]




PW: Yes!  Good one Sandler.

CL: Sandler really effecting things in this match.  Souza is up and
runs up the apron and hooks Outlaw and BIG SUPERPLEX!!!!!!

[Both men are laying on the floor...  Paul Sandler is up on the ring
apron as RJ begins choking Outlaw behind the referee's back.]

CL: This is starting to become a disgrace.  The referee needs to send
Sandler to the back.

PW: He is a legally signed manager and has the right to be at ring
side.




[POP!!!!]




CL: Chris Hartt has made his way down and has grabbed Paul Sandler
from the ring apron and down!!!!!!  Sandler is shocked and begins to
back away.

PW: He already clinched his spot what is he doing down here!?!?!

[RJ Souza walks over the ropes and screams down at Hartt.....   This
gives Outlaw the opening he wants and he grabs a hold of RJ Souza and
Rolling Hangman's Neckbreaker turned into a DDT!!!!!!]


CL: OUT[bleep]LAW!!!!!

PW: WHAT THE BLEEP!




ONE ...




TWO ...




THREE !!!




[MASSIVE POP!!!!]




CL: Chris Hartt came down to stop the injustice Paul Sandler was
causing and was just enough distraction himself for Outlaw to land his
finishing move.

PW: So Chris Hartt hand picked his opponent.

CL: I don't think so.  Chris Hartt knows what it's like to suffer
through RJ Souza's games. He just had enough.

PW: Chris Hartt is a dead man come Rise from the ashes.

CL: I guess we will see, but Chris Hartt and Outlaw have advanced to
the final match!!!


[We cut to the back where Mathew Willingham is sitting....]

MW: Folks what a two days it's been.  We are down to just two
competitors and either Outlaw or Chris Hartt WILL become the Rising
Phoenix Heritage Champion!

[POP from inside the arena.]

MW: We are a month away from our first mega event ourselves, but
before we get ahead of ourselves.  We are proud that in just a few
months of life we received an invitation to the world mega event, The
Pride of Powers...   As announced The UFO's will take on The Royal
Family at Madison Square Garden.  Now as we know these two teams have
been at one another throat, but that's not the only thing on the line.
The winner will receive the 8th spot in the Gauntlet match and the
loser the 1st at Rise from the Ashes.

[Mathew Willingham looks down at his notes.]

MW: As announced we will also have RJ Souza and Chris Hartt in a
Slugger on a Pole match, but I would like to announce a few matches
that have been scheduled after last night and tonights event.

[More matches?]

MW: Outlaw will have his chance at some redemption because he will go
one on one with the self proclaimed only pure wrestler in this
company, 'The Golden One' Christopher Michaelson!

[Outlaw Pop!]

MW: Earlier Johnny Oakes chance here tonight was pretty much
dismantled by Major Damage.  I am a firm believer of allowing justice
happen inside the ring.  So at Rise from the Ashes, Johnny Oakes will
get that chance!   We can understand the frustration Rob Cole is
having.  Everywhere he has turned as of late this 'masked outlaw' has
turned up.  I secured a signature this morning and at Rise from the
ashes, Rob Cole will go one on one with this enigma!!!

[HELL YES POP!!!]

MW: That's five amazing matches lined up for Rise from the ashes, but
there is still three more.  Another mystery has been going on the last
few weeks.  We have had video's ending in KGB among other things.  We
will have the debut of the man behind these videos on Rise from the
Ashes.

[About time!]

MW: And in our final two matches.  We have tried to deliver the
Charles Lassiter and The Spectre match time after time.  These two men
just can't seem to keep their fight inside the ring.  So we decided
there needs to be a little help!

[You have to admit it's getting a little crazy!]

MW: So we are going to take Charles Lassiter and The Spectre and we
are going to place ten PVW superstars around the ring and have
ourselves a good old fashion Lumber Jack match!  When the night is
over and the help of ten superstars we will finally get ourselves a
match and winner!!!!

[Damn right Pop!]

MW: And finally a mega event would not be complete with out a PVW
Heavyweight Championship match.  Many people thought Caleb Foley would
walk out the champion here tonight.  Chase Williams took it upon
himself to cost the youngster his chance.  So I sort of look at that
as a challenge by Chase Williams.  So in all fairness I have decided
to reward Caleb Foley another opportunity at some PVW gold as he will
take on Chase Williams at Rise from the ashes for the PVW Heavyweight
Championship!!

[The Arena just lost it as a 'Foley' chant begins.]

MW: We are dedicated in bringing you the best wrestling we can.  We
thank you for all the support so far and look forward to Rise from the
Ashes.

[Fade back to ring side.]

CL: HOLY COW!!  Did you hear that lineup?

PW: I sure did!  However I have one question...

CL: What's that?

PW: Caleb Foley?

CL: You heard Mathew!  The young Irishman has his chance to make
history!

PW: Caleb Foley?

CL: Well as much as I would like to sit here and argue why Caleb Foley
deserves the shot against Chase Williams.  Herk Douglas is back in the
ring and it's time to have ourselves the Championship match.

HD: It's time for our MAIN EVENT!!!


[Main Event POP!!!]


HD: This match is the final match in the tournament.  The winner will
be crowned the PVW Rising Phoenix Heritage Champion!!!

[Referee Duke Martin lifts the prestigious title high in the air.]

HD: Introducing first standing 5' 11", weighing 245 lbs., from
Minneapolis, Minnesota ---




' P A L A D I N '   C H R I S    H A R T T ! ! !


['Through the Fire and Flames' by Dragonforce explodes from the
speakers as The Paladin steps out from the entrance way.  The fans are
on their feet as the PVW fan favorite, makes his way out from the
back.  Throwing his arms out like a cross, he makes his way down,
slapping fans' hands and shaking some others.  He climbs into the ring
and limbers up a bit.]

CL: Chris Hartt is walking a little gingerly on that right knee that
The Golden One worked on last match.  It will be interesting to see if
that comes into play in the finals.

PW: Is it happy hour yet.  I need to get drunk before one of these two
become the champion.

CL: Chris Hartt is 100% class.

PW: Bleah.

HD: His opponent.... Hailing from Ottawa, Ontario, Canada.  Standing 6
feet tall, and weighing in at 210lbs...




O U T L A W ! ! !





[A pop from the crowd as Outlaw appears on the entryway.  Dressed in
his standard ring gear, camouflage shorts, and a PVW t-shirt, he
raises his arm to the crowd showing a pair of leather grapple gloves.
As usual, his brown hair hangs in his face.]

CL: Outlaw has gotten past CDK Abdullah and RJ Souza to face Chris
Hartt here in the finals.

PW: No thanks to Hartt on the assist.

CL: I believe he was just keeping things fair.

PW: Well now Outlaw can thank him by knocking his block off.  Smart
going!

[The referee shows the belt to Outlaw who reaches out, but Duke Martin
pulls it back and walks over to The Paladin.  Chris Hartt nods ready
to begin the bout.]


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	RPH Final Tournament Match:
	Outlaw
	v. 'Paladin' Chris Hartt

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<<<  DING DING   >>>



[With the bell sounded, Hartt and Outlaw move in and lock up with a
collar and elbow tie-up.  Hartt takes Outlaw to a headlock.  Outlaw
goes for an atomic drop.  Hartt flips over and lands on his feet right
behind the outspoken superstar.  Hartt hits with an armdrag takedown.
Hartt follows up with an armbar, let out into a wrist hold.]

CL: Quick chain wrestling by Chris Hartt.

PW: Anytime I'll start chain drinking.

[Outlaw slaps at his shoulder to keep feeling going, then flips over
and sweeps Hartt's legs with an arm.  Outlaw drags Hartt up to
standing, then bounds off the ropes behind him, as Hartt follows suit
on the opposite side.  Outlaw drops down as Hartt passes over, bounds
off the other ropes, Outlaw springs up, catches Hartt with a side
hiptoss, Hartt swings his legs up and drives Outlaw down with a
hurricanrana.]

CL: Outlaw isn't on the level of Chris Hartt or Christopher Michaelson
when it comes to pure wrestling, but he is far from the bottom.

PW: Speak for yourself.

[Chris Hartt quickly up and has Outlaw in a reverse chin lock.]

PW: Well at least Outlaw can't talk while he is in this move.  see I
can find a bright spot.

CL: Both men have fought through two grueling matches.  Hartt
controlling the pace with a chin lock.

[52nd Street Armory is split...  Both men are fan favorites and Outlaw
begins to pry Hartt's hands apart into a hammerlock. Outlaw slides to
a side head lock takeover, Hartt hooks his legs around, Outlaw with
head between legs and positions himself...]

CL: HARTT FLIPS HIS BACK ONTO THE STOMACH OF OUTLAW!!!




ONE ...




TWO ...




[Outlaw powers out and spins Hartt around to a backslide!!!]




ONE ...




TWO ...




CL: NO!!! Hartt with a strong kick out and both men stand across the
ring from one another once again!!!  These two seem so evenly matched.
It's going to take a mistake to give someone the upper hand.

[The two appear to be going for another tie-up, but Outlaw flat out
kicks the right knee of Chris Hartt.  Hartt almost crumbles at the
force of the kick at the already weakened knee.  Outlaw unleashes kick
after kick.]

PW: Or that...

CL: Outlaw knows Chris Hartt's Achilles heel tonight.  The Golden One
did the damage and Outlaw is taking advantage of it.  Outlaw grabs the
right knee and just wrenches it around his body putting pressure on
the weakened knee.

PW: Look at Chris Hartt scream like a school girl.

CL: He is in some pain, but I wouldn't call it that.

[Outlaw lets go of the knee and drives his knee down right on the
inner right knee.  He stands up and drives it down again and with
every knee drop, Chris Hartt swings his arms in pain.  Outlaw hits the
ropes and ASAI MOONSAULT!!!]




ONE ...




TWO ...




CL: Hartt powers out.  Outlaw pulls The Paladin up and lifts him into
a firemans carry and again goes right back to work on that knee.
Outlaw is like a wild animal that has saw blood.

PW: I do have to admit that Outlaw is fighting smart out there.  Now I
must go wash my mouth out with soap.

[Outlaw grabs hold of shin of Hartt's legs and wraps his legs around
the leg. Outlaw then twists the leg, hyper extending the injured knee.
Very similar to the grapevine ankle lock, with the only difference
Outlaw wraps his arms around the shin, and not his hands around the
ankle of The Paladin.]

CL: Cross knee lock!!!  This might be over early... I don't know _how_
Chris Hartt can hang on.

PW: He can't he is weak.  I guess we have a champion we all can be
proud of.  I hope all the parents in Phoenix consider Outlaw just a
worthy idol for their children.




[HUGE POP!!!]



CL: Not so fast Preston!!! Chris Hartt has just reached the ropes and
the referee is forcing Outlaw to break the hold.

PW: So now Outlaw has a hearing problem?

[Outlaw refuses to break the hold and Duke Martin begins to count.]


One ...


Two ...


Three ...


Four ...


Fi ---


CL: Outlaw finally lets Hartt lose, but the damage has been done.
Those final five seconds was almost unbearable for The Paladin.
Hartt is using the ropes to get to his feet, but that right knee is in
trouble.

PW: RJ Souza has to be foaming at the mouth.  He may get to take a
baseball bat to that knee.

[Outlaw going right back to work on that knee, but Hartt blocks it and
TACKLES OUTLAW DOWN!!!!! Hartt begins unloading rights and lefts!!!!!
He leaps up, but almost crashes down...  Outlaw is up and DDT by The
Paladin!!!!!! Both men back on the ground and Hartt holding that right
knee as Outlaw lays face first on the mat.]

CL: We seem early in the match, but remember folks these two warriors
have the wear and tear from two battles.

PW: Both men are starting to move.

[Outlaw is up faster with two good wheels.  He drops a double axe to
the mid back of Hartt.  He begins to lock on the figure four leg lock,
but Hartt grabs him forward and rolls into an inside cradle!!!  Duke
Martin not expecting it is slow to get down for the count.]




ONE ...




TWO ...




CL: Outlaw breaks out.  Who knows what would have happened if Duke
Martin got down to the count a bit quicker.

PW: Chris Hartt would have won.

[Outlaw back up and rushes forward, Hartt ducks under a clothesline
and BIG echoing chop...  Hartt Springboards --]

CL: HEADSCISSORS TAKEDOWN THAT SENDS OUTLAW OUTSIDE THE ROPES!!!!

PW: Impressive with that bad knee.

[Chris Hartt is back up and hobbling...  The fans are going nuts and
he just shrugs and takes off DIVING THROUGH THE ROPES AND ONTO
OUTLAW!!!!!]




P - V - DUB! ! !   P - V - DUB! ! !   P - V - DUB! ! !


P - V - DUB! ! !   P - V - DUB! ! !   P - V - DUB! ! !


P - V - DUB! ! !   P - V - DUB! ! !   P - V - DUB! ! !



CL: Both men are now laying flat on their back on the outside.  Hartt
gave up his body to entertain the fans.

PW: Not the brightest move.

[Outlaw is back up and drives forearms into Hartt.  Hartt fights back,
but Outlaw with inverted russian leg sweep that sends Hartt face first
on the cement.  Outlaw is back up and hops on the ring apron. He leaps
off right on that right knee.]

CL: Outlaw continues to work on that right knee.   I am not sure how
much more Chris Hartt can endure.

PW: For all of our sake hopefully not much longer.

[Outlaw sends Chris Hartt back in under the ropes.  He climbs the top
ropes and Diving Elbow Drop!!!!!!]




ONE ...




TWO ...




THR ---




[BIG POP!!!]




CL: HARTT JUST GOT A SHOULDER UP!!!

PW: Okay now _I'M_ even getting impressed.

CL: Both of these guys performance tonight is impressive.

PW: There can only be one champion though.  Outlaw is fighting like he
wants it more. Eventually that knee will give out.  There should be
more of a hurry for Chris Hartt.

[Hartt is getting to his feet and - ]







"____CRRRAAAACCCKKK____"





CL: Spining Shining wizard!!!!!

PW: That has to be it!  Did you see the way Hartt crumbled to the
ground!?!




ONE ...




TWO ...




THR ---




[MATCH GOES ON POP!!!]




CL: NO!!!! NO ONE CAN EVER QUESTION THE HEART OF THE PALADIN!!!!!

PW: Or the brain.

CL: Outlaw hits the ropes and [bleep]dropper as Hartt was making it to
his feet.... Another cover!




ONE ...




TWO ...




THR ---




[ANOTHER KICK OUT POP!!!]




CL: Chris Hartt kicks out _again_!

PW: This is just getting humorous.  What next, Outlaw going to hit his
Bleep Bleep Bleep Finisher Bleep?

CL: ....


[Outlaw climbing back to the top ropes.  He is setting up....  Sky
twister Moonsault!!!!!]






[NO ONE HOME POP!!!!!]





PW: Remember when I said Chris Hartt doesn't have a brain?

CL: Yes?

PW: Change that to Outlaw.

CL: Chris Hartt just moved out of the way from that devastating move.
Both men are now on the mat.  Duke Martin begins to count!!!


One ...


Two ...


Three ...


Four ...


CL: The match can't end like this...

PW: Wait does this mean we wont have a champion?

CL: Martin is pausing giving the two men a little more time.

PW: CONSPIRACY!!!

[Outlaw is up!!!!  He rushes in - JAW BRAKER COUNTER BY THE PALADIN!!!
Outlaw bounces off the ropes and - TILT-A-WHIRL GUT BUSTER BY CHRIS
HARTT!!!!]

CL: WHAT A COUNTER!!!

PW: Outlaw had this match.  He took one too many risks like usual.

CL: Chris Hartt drapes an arm over Outlaw for the cover.




ONE ...




TWO ...




THR ---




[POP!!!]




CL: NO!! Outlaw now with a kick out.  Neither one of these two men
what to quit here tonight.  It's going to take quite a circumstance to
finish one of these two men off.

[Both men make it to their feet to a thunderous applause.  slow, but
sound right by Outlaw... Hartt fires back... Outlaw with a stiff chop
and another.. He goes to whip The Paladin across with an Irish Whip,
but Hartt reverses it!!!!]

CL: Outlaw hits the corner and bounces out, but with enough reflexes
ducks under a charging clothesline.  Outlaw goes for a kick, but Hartt
catches his foot.... Outlaw with an enziguri, BUT HARTT ROLLS
UNDER!!!!!

PW: A second wind for these two?

CL: It looks like it!!!!  They are going on fumes, but neither man is
ready to quit.  Both men nod at one another with respect.

PW: Okay let's not get mushy.

[A HUGE POP as an collar-elbow tie up in the center of the ring just
as the match would be starting over...  Hartt with a quick armbar,
Outlaw with a flip forward then backwards and reverses it.... Hartt
swings backwards with a stiff elbow feeding it to Outlaw's mouth. Both
men back up and look at one another and hit the ropes and charges with
a shoulder block....]





"____CRRASSSHHH____"








[POP!!!!]






CL: BOTH MEN STILL ON THEIR FEET...

PW: So Outlaw's crazy is now contagious lovely.

[Chris Hartt Charges, but Outlaw uses the ropes and springboards into
a head scissors, Hartt hangs on and slams him down with a powerbomb
using Outlaw's momentum!!!]




ONE ...




TWO ...




THR ---




[TEAR DOWN THE ROOF KICK OUT THE MATCH GOES ON HOLY CRAP POP!!!]




CL: OUTLAW JUST GOT HIS SHOULDER UP!!!  The Paladin slowly back on his
feet pulls Outlaw up and drives him back with forearm shots  He goes
to send him across -

[Chris Hartt ducks as Outlaw leaps forward and Outlaw leaps right on
top of the ref slamming him hard down to the mat.]

PW: Oops...

CL:  Outlaw gets up and turns around - T-Bone Suplex by The
Paladin!!!!!!!

[Both men lay on the mat three matches of pain and emotion.  Jeers
begin as RJ Souza begins running down the isle way.  He slides under
the ropes and begins kicking that right knee merciless.  Chris Hartt
quickly grabs his knee trying to cover up.]

CL: What is he doing down here!?!

PW: The referee is out of it.. It's fair game!

[Outlaw is up though and grabs Souza and begins unloading rights and
lefts!!!! The fans go wild!!!!]

CL: Outlaw isn't letting RJ Souza spoil this match!!!





[BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!]




PW: Looks like he might have no choice.

['The Golden One' Christopher Michaelson has slid under the ropes and
grabbed Outlaw from behind and a big bone crushing belly to back
suplex.]

CL: What are these two spoiled sports doing!?!

PW: Saving the night.

[Michaelson grabs Outlaws right leg and begins to twist it into a
figure four, but Chris Hartt is up and CLOTHESLINES The Golden One
down!!!!!  The Paladin turns --- KARMA KICK!!!!!!]

CL: Souza just drilled Hartt with a Karma Kick!

PW: Now the Paladin is seeing stars.

[Michaelson and Souza look at one another....  The Golden One pulls
Outlaw up and drives a few European Uppercuts he goes to send him
across and Outlaw leaps up taking Souza down!!!!!! Michaelson charges
and Outlaw leaps into a standing dropkick!!!!]

CL: Outlaw is taking on both of the heels!!!!

PW: He should be letting them dismantle Hartt so he can finish this
thing.

CL: Outlaw doesn't want to win this way.. Plus Michaelson seems hell
bent on taking Outlaw out too.

[Outlaw is up, but Souza with a LOW BLOW put an end to it.  Souza
grabs a hold of Outlaw, but Souza grabbed from behind with a Chicken
wing.......  CHRIS HARTT IS UP.....]

CL: Souza breaks loose and rolls out of the ring just avoiding the
Avenger!!!!

PW: Michaelson has rolled out of the ring too as Outlaw is flipping
him off and cussing up a storm...

[Chris Hartt from behind  -   CROSS FACE CHICKEN WING ON AN
UNEXPECTING OUTLAW....]

CL: THE AVENGER ON OUTLAW!!!!!!!!

PW: That snake!!!!

CL: All fair inside that ring, Preston!!!

[Duke Martin is now back up and Outlaw is hanging on, but not for
long.....]







[MIXED POP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]






CL: CHRIS HARTT HAS DONE IT!!!!! He survived three matches.... He
survived a bad knee.... He survived RJ Souza coming down to spoil his
night..... Now he is the PVW Rising Phoenix Heritage Champion!!!!

PW: Oh my....


[Chris Hartt breaks the hold and barley makes it to his feet.
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!!!]

CL: It's your night Chris Hartt!!!!

PW: Outlaw doesn't look happy.  He just realizes he was the victim of
circumstances.

CL: Outlaw realizes the game though.  He rolls out of the ring and
slaps the hands of some of the fans as he lets Chris Hartt have his
time of glory.

[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 as - Sixx AM, Life is Beautiful begins to play.]


# You can't quit until you try #
# You can't live until you die #
# You can't learn to tell the truth #
# Until you learn to lie #

[Video monologue from the night begins,  Michaelson drills Foley with
a Superkick. / Michaelson goes to lift Foley into the air, looking for
the G.O.D.  Foley floats over and lands behind Michaelson. The pop
grows even louder as Foley spins the surprised Veteran around and
drives him into the mat with the sit-out Spine buster he calls the
Delivery from Dublin. / Chase Williams throws down his headset, hops
onto the apron, and pulls Foley's foot out, crotching him on the top
turnbuckle! Michaelson climbs to the second turnbuckle, lifting Foley
onto his shoulders, before dumping him onto his skull with
Goldbringer!]

# You can't breathe until you choke #
# You gotta laugh when you're the joke #
# There’s nothing like a funeral to make you feel alive #

[Parker going for a powerbomb and starts to pick him up, but his first
attempt fails. Tyrone tries again, but Hartt somehow manages to
counter. He lifts parker up, and back-body drops him to the outside of
the ring! As soon as Hartt lets go though, he falls to the mat once
again, holding his leg. / Parker picks up Hartt and tosses him into
the ropes...On the rebound Parker attempts a clothesline but Hartt
ducks underneath in and locks in THE AVENGER in the middle of the
ring...]

# Just open your eyes #
# Just open your eyes #
# And see that life is beautiful. #
# Will you swear on your life, #
# That no one will cry at my funeral? #

[Outlaw pulls himself up onto the second rope and leaps off catching
Abdullah with a Flying Leg Lariat! / Outlaw now slowly getting back up
and CKD bounces off the ropes again and nails Outlaw with an Axe Kick.
/ CKD Abdullah rolls back onto his feet, grabs Outlaw by the head and
lifting them both up, nails Outlaw with a Sit out inverted suplex slam
/  As CKD begins to make it to his feet, Outlaw nails him with the
Rocker Dropper.  He then drops down and locks on the ankle lock.]

# I know some things that you don't #
# I've done things that you won't #
# There’s nothing like a trailer park to find your way back home #

[Johnny Oakes struggles to his feet and turns to face Major Damage as
Damage throws men to the floor, one after another.  The remaining PVW
employees back away momentarily as Damage reels back and swings the
flag like a baseball bat into Johnny's right ribs again. / Johnny
Oakes can't get his right arm up for the double arm DDT but slips
right into a single left armed DDT on RJ Souza. / JOHNNY OAKES
CLUTCHING THE RIBS AS HE DOUBLES OVER IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING… RJ IS
LEFT STANDING. KARMA KICK OUT OF NOWHERE!]

# I was waiting for my hearse #
# What came next was so much worse #
# It took a funeral to make me feel alive #

[Michaelson rolls out of the ring and collects himself.  As he moves
around the corner, Hartt runs and leaps off of the second turnbuckle,
sailing over the ring post and down onto an unsuspecting Christopher
Michaelson.  The crowd leaps to it's feet with a hearty cheer. /
Michaelson slowly moves into center ring, as Hartt climbs the
turnbuckle, then throws his arms out into a cross.  The Golden One
springs to his feet, runs up the turnbuckle and snaps Hartt over with
a double arm suplex.  Michaelson slowly gets back to his feet, then
grabs Hartt's head and runs it along his bootlaces.]

# Just open your eyes #
# Just open your eyes #
# And see that life is beautiful. #
# Will you swear on your life, #
# That no one will cry at my funeral? #

[Hartt with a drop toehold to the charging Michaelson, then floats
over Michaelson.  The Golden One makes his way up quick and angry and
Hartt uses that momentum for a fast crossed arm reverse powerbomb. /
Hartt staggers to his feet and slowly turns around to face Michaelson
who is still looking at the lights high above in the ceiling. Without
warning Michaelson nips and catches the jaw of Hartt with his version
of a Superkick. / Chris Hartt rolls over grabbing his knee in and pain
and Michaelson quickly grabs the leg and begins to wrap it around his
own leg. STANDING FIGURE FOUR! / Out of nowhere as the front face lock
was planted, either due to cockiness on Michaelson's part or just pure
wrestling smarts on Hartt's part, Hartt out of nowhere locked on the
Avenger lock and has now begun just pulling back with full force.. /
Christopher Michaelson extends his hand and Chris Hartt a bit hesitant
accepts it and Michaelson and Hartt shake hands.]

# Just open your eyes #
# Just open your eyes #
# And see that life is beautiful. #
# Will you swear on your life, #
# That no one will cry at my funeral? #

[Souza bounces off the ropes and dives through the middle ropes
driving Outlaw back-first into the steel barricade. The fans boo Souza
in the front row, but he ignores them and lifts Outlaw up for a Body
Slam but drops Outlaw abdomen first across the guard rail. / Both men
pulling themselves to their feet and Souza runs right into a BIG
NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX BY OUTLAW! / despite him being in the air.
Outlaw tries to crotch Souza on the top rope, but Souza uses it to
bounce off of and spin the opposite direction, nailing Outlaw with the
Tornado DDT! / RJ Souza walks over the ropes and screams down at
Hartt.....   This gives Outlaw the opening he wants and he grabs a
hold of RJ Souza and Rolling Hangman's Neckbreaker turned into a DDT!]

# Just open your eyes #
# Just open your eyes #
# And see that life is beautiful. #
# Will you swear on your life, #
# That no one will cry at my funeral? #

[The two appear to be going for another tie-up, but Outlaw flat out
kicks the right knee of Chris Hartt.  Hartt almost crumbles at the
force of the kick at the already weakened knee.  Outlaw unleashes kick
after kick. / Outlaw lets go of the knee and drives his knee down
right on the inner right knee.  He stands up and drives it down again
and with every knee drop, Chris Hartt swings his arms in pain.  Outlaw
hits the ropes and ASAI MOONSAULT! / Outlaw grabs hold of shin of
Hartt's legs and wraps his legs around the leg. Outlaw then twists the
leg, hyper extending the injured knee. Very similar to the grapevine
ankle lock, with the only difference Outlaw wraps his arms around the
shin, and not his hands around the ankle of The Paladin.]

# Just open your eyes #
# Just open your eyes #
# And see that life is beautiful. #
# Will you swear on your life, #
# That no one will cry at my funeral? #

[Chris Hartt is back up and hobbling...  The fans are going nuts and
he just shrugs and takes off DIVING THROUGH THE ROPES AND ONTO OUTLAW!
/ Hartt is getting to his feet and - is drilled by a leaping Outlaw
into a Spinning Shining wizard! / Outlaw is up!!!!  He rushes in - JAW
BRAKER COUNTER BY THE PALADIN!!! Outlaw bounces off the ropes and -
TILT-A-WHIRL GUT BUSTER BY CHRIS HARTT! / Chris Hartt Charges, but
Outlaw uses the ropes and springboards into a head scissors, Hartt
hangs on and slams him down with a powerbomb using Outlaw's momentum!
/ Outlaw is up, but Souza with a LOW BLOW put an end to it.  Souza
grabs a hold of Outlaw, but Souza grabbed from behind with a Chicken
wing.......  CHRIS HARTT IS UP..... Souza breaks loose and rolls out
of the ring just avoiding the Avenger!!!!   Michaelson has rolled out
of the ring too as Outlaw is flipping him off and cussing up a
storm... Chris Hartt from behind  -   CROSS FACE CHICKEN WING ON AN
UNEXPECTING OUTLAW! / Chris Hartt once again thrusts the PVW Rising
Phoenix Heritage Title up in the air one last time.


[We Fade, Thank you for tuning in...]



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           Credits:
Brian: Outlaw v. Abdullah, Michaelson v. Hartt, Souza v. Outlaw,
Hartt v. Outlaw
Dan: Foley v. Michaelson
Chris: Hartt v. Parker
Paul: Souza v. Oakes

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