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** Phoenix Valley Wrestling Presents  **
**            SHOWCASE                **
**            01.24.11                **
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-> Rob Cole
-> Danny Daniels
-> Max and Sal #1
-> Chris Hartt
-> Tyson Cain
-> Christopher Black
-> Senor Cloak Dos
-> Rick Marley
-> Chance McKenzie
-> Johnny Detson
-> Danny Flores
-> Christian Copeland
-> Hersher von Donkerhardt
-> Caleb Foley
-> Gibson Hayes
-> The Mercenary
-> Larry Gionet
-> AsH
-> Max and Sal #2
-> Prophets of Rage








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Rob Cole
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[She stands alone in front of the PVW banner, her hair pulled back
from her pale features. She looks tired and her eyes are red and
bleary from too much crying. She wipes the still wet tears from her
face with a trembling hand and turns a hateful gaze toward the
camera... her lips tremble and she takes a deep breath, releasing it
with a shudder. Yllana Cole, the wife of former Champion and currently
injured Rob Cole.]

YC: You happy? I'm sorry... I'm really sorry, but are you happy
yet??!!! I'm here because my husband can't be... because he was buried
beneath the dirt and the filth and he has a whole laundry list of
injuries that I don't think any of you really care about. You don't
have to change the bandages! You don't have to make sure he keeps the
stitches clean! I'm here... Oh, he wanted to come to work, to shoot
some footage, but I told him to shut it down and take a rest... I said
I'd say everything that needed to be said, give out all the threats,
deliver all the messages, and all of that nonsense! NONSENSE! I said
I'd do what needed to be done... because I've done it before and I
would do it again and again. But the one thing my husband does do? He
gives you the honest truth about who he is... at least in his own
eyes. I'm going to give you a different story... one that you people
don't deserve.

Rob Cole can get buried and have his title taken from him but it
doesn't make one ounce of difference... he's more of a man, more of a
warrior, and more of a hero than Rick Marley will ever be! He has been
to the top of the heap and he has beaten the odds to become the figure
in wrestling that every single man and woman on this roster wishes
they could be. This isn't bragging, it isn't arrogance... he walks
down that aisle and he gets down to business and puts his body, mind,
and soul on the line every single time. He doesn't tell you about how
great he is... he doesn't brag, he doesn't glad-hand, and he doesn't
have to because you SEE it! He's willing to keep on fighting when
everyone else packs it in... he's willing to crawl down to that ring,
to lace up his boots, to go toe to toe with the devil himself just for
the pride of having done it and not backed down. How many of the boys
in the back are willing to do that? Not just to punish but to be
punished... over and over and over again, time and time again? He
loses a lot... most of you don't even notice because you're all too
busy admiring how he's about to stand up again, how he's about to
throw another desperate punch, you don't even notice that his
shoulders were counted or that he tapped or that he was buried alive.

[She pauses... she runs a hand through her hair and shakes her head in
awe. She sucks in a breath and continues... ]

YC: You don't notice the little things like that... you only see him
standing up again and again. Well, some people think he's crazy and
some people think he's tough... they don't know him like I do. They
don't see that he's terrified... that the only thing that will ever
beat him is the moment he decides to stop standing up and just lay
down. It's easier to do that... to lay down, to stop fighting, to do
what everyone else wants you to do and go along, get along, have a
pleasant nights sleep. Not my husband... he's the sort of person that
just keeps on fighting when the enemies have swarmed and the world
just hates his guts. He's afraid of it... terrified of something
inside of himself, something that could break something that only he
can see and only he can understand. So he's not going to lie down and
surrender... he's not going to just call it a night and let everything
go. And you know what? I'm proud of him... I'm proud of what he's done
and I'm proud of who he is, even if it does drive me nuts and breaks
my heart every time I have to throw away a bloody old bandage. This is
the man I married... and he'll never stop, never quit.

[The woman frowns. She looks up at the camera, hatred in her eyes.]

YC: I know that's what you want. You rotten coward... you're going to
take credit, you're going to let him know what you did, you're going
to promise even worse things, and then you'll try to step on him as
you climb the ladder in PVW. You could be any face in a crowd and this
will make you damned star, all because you saw an opportunity and you
cashed in. The thing is... you already know what he's going to do. You
know he's going to stand right back up, he's going to come after you,
and the only question you have to ask yourself is this: How many times
can you get back up?

[CUT]

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Danny Daniels
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[The camera pans in to a small party.  Several young urban
professionals in colored polo shirts are gabbing in the background,
sipping wine and eating cheese.  In the foreground, wearing his "YOUR
HERO" yellow t-shirt and the SUPREME wrestling title, is Danny "YOUR
HERO" Daniels.  Danny pauses and looks directly into the camera.]

D"YH"D:  And so, EVIL~! SINESTRO managed to cheat and defeat "YOUR
HERO" in an epic battle.  Evil won, good lost, the hopes and dreams of
millions of innocent people were crushed, eternal darkness covered the
world, and the entire universe devoured itself in angst and self-pity.

[Danny sighs]


...


...


...


Anyways.


This next week, I take on Dan Flowers.  Now, us Dannys in the world
need to bond together.  And as a man so nice they named me 'Danny'
twice, I consider myself a leader of this faction.  So Danny, let me
welcome you to the great big wide wonderful world of professional
wrestling!  You've started out with a debut match against wrestling's
SUPREME Champion... ME!  Danny "YOUR HERO" Daniels, a man so nice they
named me twice.  I think that's GREAT- everyone should have your
ambition, Dan!  Now, I can't take it easy on you- after all, you have
the pride of our namesake to uphold!  But you'll get a match
worthy of the name 'Dan', and one that will test you to the limits!  I
expect to see great things from you!

[Danny pauses, and gives a finger wave.]

D'YH'D:  TOODLES~!

[Danny wanders off-camera, taking the SUPREME title with him.  The
camera lingers, and two men (purple and green shirt) and two women
(yellow and white shirt) walk up from the back of the party towards
the camera.  They interlock arms, look at each other, and in the
background a piano begins to play.]

Yuppies:        # Hello #
               # We're Danny's Friends#
               # And if you're Danny's friend you're our friend too #
               # We love Danny... and you'd better love him TOO #

[And the last word, they turn and glare directly at the
camera.]

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Max and Sal #1
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DVD Extra!  On the 'PVW:  Rise From the Ashes 2011 DVD, go to the main
menu, highlight the picture of Livestock, press 'Right arrow' twice,
and you'll get the following videos:


[The screen shows an empty stadium- specifically, Mile High Stadium in
Denver, Colorado.  A blurb on the lower right hand corner displays the
legend "The Amazing Race 14, Episode 1, 4:13".  The New Zealand accent
of the host, Phil Keoghan, can be heard as a familiar pair of
wrestlers, dressed in their street clothes, walk up the stairs to join
eight other teams.]

PK:  Longtime friends and professional wrestlers, Max and Sal.

[Cut to a video of Max and Sal in the ring against the Bushi Boys,
then a shot of Max and Sal seated in a pair of chairs at home.]

Max:  We expect people to underestimate us.

Sal: [raising an eyebrow]  Underestimate?  We're young, we've
traveled, we're in shape, we speak a couple of languages.  That's the
second-worst cliché on the show.

Max:  And we're not here to make friends.

Sal:  [Rolling his eyes]  And there's the first place winner.  I
actually think we'll do well- if we don't kill each other first.

[A couple more teams are announced, then Phil lines up all twenty two
people at the start.]

PK:  On my mark, you'll run to your bags, find your first clue.  And
what happens from there is up to you.  Good luck... travel safe...

[Phil pops one eyebrow up.]

PK:   .... GO!

[A mad dash as everyone runs towards the bags.  The video cuts out,
and when it comes back on the lower right hand corner reads "The
Amazing Race, Episode 1, 14:16".  Max and Sal are running out of the
airport and towards a taxi, as a chyron shows "Buenos Aires,
Argentina.  Max and Sal- first place."  They dive into the taxi.]

Sal:  We need to go to   Floralis Generica .... Rapido, Por Favor!

Max:  I can't believe you almost ran over Linda and Mary Richards.

Sal:  They were in our way.

Max:  They're NUNS!

[The video cuts out, now showing "The Amazing Race, Episode 1, 28:22".
The left hand chyron shows "Max and Sal- first place."  Max's white
shirt is stained with several brown drops on it.  Max looks ill, while
Sal excitedly opens an envelope.]

Sal:  Great job on the Roadblock!

Max:  I can't believe I ate a pound of offal!

Sal:  We've got a huge lead!

[Sal reads the clue.]

Sal:  "Please drive to Manuel Belgrano's grave in Roasrio, Argentina,
for the first pit stop on the race.  Please note that the last team to
arrive may be eliminated."

[Sal and Max high-five and head towards the car.]

Max:  You know how to get there?

Sal:  It's a little bit east out of Buenos Aires.  We'll hit the
highway...

[At the word, 'East', there's a loud cymbal crash in the background.
As Max and Sal enter the car, the camera points up to a roadsign
behind them, showing Rosario... 310 km NorthWEST of Buenos Aires...

The video cuts out again, and the right hand side shows "The Amazing
Race, Episode 1, 52:30".  It's dark out, pitch black.  Standing at a
pit stop is Phil Keoghan, along with a girl dressed in Tango dancer's
outfit.  Max and Sal, both looking exhausted, stumble up to them.]

Girl:  Welcome to Rosario, Buenos Aires!

[Max and Sal nodded dumbfoundingly.]

PK:  Max and Sal, you are the last team to arrive...

...


...I'm sorry to tell you that you've been eliminated from the race.]


Max:  Yeah.

Sal:  We figured.

Max:  We just kept expecting to see some sign... and then we never had
any clue until... what, two hours?

Sal:  We just got mixed up, and... [Sal shakes his head.]

[Cut back to seeing Max and Sal, standing against a wall by the
beach.]

Max:  You know, it's disappointing.  We we're doing so well, and then
got the directions wrong, and...

Sal:  We hope Linda and Mary forgive us- the bruises should heal
quickly.  I guess being young and in shape can't help much if you
can't tell west from east.

Max:  At least we still have our good looks.

[Sal sighs as the camera fades to black.]

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Chris Hartt
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[The scene opens  with Chris Hartt sitting outside of the arena. He's
bandaged above his eye and his jaw is badly bruised.]

Hartt: So, Rise From the Ashes II has come and gone.  Chase Williams
learned what it means to underestimate me. I proved to him that I
don't just talk. I mean what I say and I follow up on it with action.
I gotta admit, I'm surprised I haven't yet heard from any ruling
committee to overturn the results because the sun was in his eyes, or
some other excuse.  But for right now, Chase Williams found out that I
am not just blowing smoke.

This is only the beginning, though.

Nothing will stand in my way from holding another title in PVW. This
federation needs someone to be a good example, I'm more determined
than ever to attain gold. I feel horrible for Rob Cole, having to
suffer at the hands of Rick Marley like he did. Now we have a champion
that buries people and really extolling his own selfish virtues. It
wasn't enough to just win the belt, you had to humiliate Cole, Marley?
You had to bury him under all that dirt because "he's so beneath you,
it's what's best for him". Just remember, your time's coming, Rick.
And if I have my way, it'll be me who makes you suffer for it.

In the meantime, it seems someone else has decided to try and make a
name for himself by jumping me when my back is turned. That's if you
really call Nevermind a name. You came down to the ring all dressed in
rags and smelling of hot garbage. I tried to get you out of the way,
but apparently, all you wanted was to be in -my- way. So, you jump me
from behind and try to play all indifferent to your actions afterward.
The problem you have now is that you have my attention and I don't
plan on letting that go until I get my hands on you in a legitimate
manner. You're gonna face me in the ring and take the punishment I
have in mind for you. No jumping me when my back's turned, no faking
me out with your sad homeless act. You want to be part of PVW? Welcome
to it. Beatings will commence once the bell rings and ends when I say
they do. You've got no respect and no honor, so I won't even bother
trying to appeal to you in that fashion.  All I want is the chance to
kick your ass for jumping me and show you who's the better man. And
when I walk away with the win, then we'll see who really never minds.

But next Heatwave, it seems I face Chance McKenzie. I'm very happy
about this. At Rise From The Ashes, McKenzie took it upon himself to
steal from The Mercenary. A thief taking from a hired gun. What a mess
this federation has become. It's often that there's plenty of people
with selfish motives and deeply personal goals all seeking to take
advantage of everyone they can, but to openly flaunt your despicable
traits as something to be proud of? I really look forward to making
you tap out.  It may be the first honest thing you've ever done in
your life.

[Hartt stands up and walks closer to the camera.]

The gods may show you mercy when you meet them, but right now, you
have to go through me to get there.

[end]

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Tyson Cain
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[The screen fades up to the inside of a large room. The clank of
metals smacking each other is heard in the background. As the camera
swivels, we can see men and women working out on exercise equipment in
an extremely large facility. There are mirrors on one wall where a
couple of men are posing and looking at their development. The camera
pans to the left where we see a familiar face.]

[Tyson Cain is sitting on the bench next to where he had been doing
some weight lifting. He is next to the fly curl area of the apparatus,
so it is assumed that was what he finished. "The Showstopper's" body
is wet with sweat and he grabs a towel and bottle of water as he takes
some deep breaths and motions for the camera to come over to him.]

Cain:  Are you kidding me?

[Tyson Cain looks almost incredulous.]

Cain:  A tag match? Seriously, You are sticking me in a tag match and
thinking that all will work just fine?

[He shakes his head and chuckles under his breath in a way that shows
his disdain.]

Cain:  Whomever set this lineup ought to be put away in some shelter
for retards and idiots.

[Tyson pauses and stares toward the camera.]

Cain:  You keep looking at me like that, and I'll slap the taste out
of your mouth. I don't give a damn if you like my choice of words or
not because I'm speaking the truth here. If there is one thing I have
shown over and over again in the few weeks I have been in the PVW it
is this....

[Tyson cracks a sly, almost evil grin.]

Cain:  I don't play well with others.

[The grin disappears.]

Cain:  It is not hyperbole. It is not lip service. It is the truth!
Put me in a singles match against anyone on the roster and they get
their ass beaten to a pulp! I didn't come here with friends and I
could not care less about making any during my stay.

I'm a lone wolf kind of guy...

An Alpha, type "A" personality, if you will....

I don't need a teammate to get a job done and don't need a stable of
guys willing to lace my boots to do my dirty work. I take care of
myself and give everyone warning that if they don't do the
same....I'll seal their fate inside that squared circle.

[Tyson crosses his arms as he speaks.]

Cain:  That is why I do what I do out there. So you stick me in a tag
match? I could talk about my partner, but the truth is that he is
going to be lucky if I even allow him to tag into the match.  I don't
need him in any way, shape or form. I have all the motivation I need
to get this job done.

[Tyson uncrosses his arms.]

Cain:  AsH. Aside from your asinine name, which shows just what kind
of crappy, pseudo-gay, crotch-grabbing life you must lead....you have
not been on my radar. I don't considered you a threat. You just never
rated a second glance from "The Showstopper of the PVW." The only
reason you merit a mention now is because you decided to sign up and
play in a bigger pond.

[Tyson shakes his head a few times before continuing.]

Cain:  Got sick of being considered a medium sized fish in a little
pond, did you buddy? Perhaps you saw better talent coming in and
wanted to escape before being exposed as the bottom-feeding loser you
are

...boy did you make a wrong move....

But for whatever reason you decided to come out and sign up in PVW.
You really thought it would be smart to jump ship and be some big
thing.

[Cain smiles that sly grin again.]

Cain:  Wrong move, my man....wrong move. I won't have to mess with you
long, but I promise to leave a lasting impression that will make you
regret showing up here and never want to cross my path again.

Your partner, however....

[Tyson lets out a boisterous laugh before continuing.]

Cain:  Super Cloak Dos?!?!

The only thing you have going for you is that the mentally-challenged
illegal aliens out there think you are worth cheering for and even
THAT won't save you from an ass kicking.

Everyone knows it...

[Cain pauses for a second while nodding to affirm his words.]

Cain:  You are just a wannabe luchador that will be a pinball in
there. I'm going to tear you apart piece by piece and bounce you off
the turnbuckles so hard your descendant, Super Cloak Ocho, feels it.
You think you can truly save AsH from looking bad?  You realize you
are there to be  the loser, right?

[Tyson chuckles again.]

Cain:  Why do you think they have this as a tag match? The answer can
be summed up in three little words....

Protection...for....AsH.

[Tyson laughs for a second and continues.]

Cain:  The PVW wants to protect the guy they brought in to start a new
era. They want to protect the veteran they paid big money to for his
ability to draw ratings. However, there is one problem...

It won't work!

It won't work because you were dumb enough to let them put me in the
tag match against you on your debut. You are going to be exposed my
friend. The Shootfire washout is about to be shown why he never will
be much outside of that "organization."

[Tyson pauses again.]

Cain:  This is why the tag match. They truly think that Cloak the
Second can keep your untalented ass from getting crushed so they can
get you to the pay-per-view. They want to make sure you sell some
tickets to the morons out there and make you look like you can
actually compete at the big stages like the End Game Pay-Per-View. You
know what?

So do I.

[Tyson adjusts himself to look as strong and imposing as he can before
he continues.]

Cain:  Because then you will be seen as what you truly are...

overrated.

I'm happy to be that opponent for you because it is always nice to see
the pseudo-wannabe legends from the past like you get their due from
the up and coming icons like myself. I'll give you that chance to keep
my from rising like the Phoenix this league is based on and taking
every title in PVW by storm.

[Tyson lets a chuckle be heard.]

Cain:  I dare you to come at me....because I'm going to tear you and
your partner apart and laugh all the way to the bank!

[Cain walks off and we can hear him laughing as the screen fades out.]

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Christopher Black
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[Fade in, once again, on the interior of an empty warehouse.  Much
like when we first laid eyes on him, a 6'8" giant of a man stands
impassively with his massive arms folded across his chest.  In spite
of the grim surroundings, he still stays impeccably dressed in his
black pinstriped suit, forest green tie and Gucci loafers.

In contrast, his associate paces around in agitation.  Half a foot
shorter and looking more like he'd fit in with rioting soccer
hooligans with the black leather jacket and jeans, his focus is on the
piece of paper he's currently clutching.]

Man #2:  "Unprofessional".  That's what them sods in charge are
callin' the Bad Wolf.  That his behaviour is "unbecomin' for an
employee o' our organization.  That, if the suspension o' payment is
not enough o' to deter him an' should Mister Black persist in not
participatin' the due matches he is assigned an' properly work his way
up the ranks, his employment with PVW will be terminated.  We expect
public redress for his actions on next Heatwave."

[With a dismissive snort, he crumples up the paper and tosses it
behind him without another look.  The behemoth arches a brow slightly,
but says nothing.]

Man #2:  The Wolf ain't no trained monkey.  He ain't bowin' down to
you clickin' your heels!  You think you can starve out the Bad Wolf,
then mate, you don't know WHAT you're dealin' with!

[He pauses.  A keen grin spreads across his face as he nods in
thought.]

Man #2:  Tell you what though, mate...  [His cool gaze darts over to
the stoic giant, then back to the camera]  ...you want the Bad Wolf to
come on down so badly, he can do that.  Just remember, Phoenix...

[His cold blue eyes narrow sharply as the grin drops from his face.]

...you yourselves asked for it.

[Fade to black.]

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Senor Cloak Dos
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[Scene opens to a black screen.]

Voice: VIVA! VAMANOS! ARRIBA!

[A title screen comes up in cherry colored writing.]

"Senor Cloak Dos"

"Capitulos Uno: Hola!"

[The black screen fades to a familiar scene. Outside Arena Coliseo
where a large crowd had been gathered in the night. A bunch of
luchadore masks lay on the ground, all of them black masks with "SC"
on the forehead. Small child hands pick up one of the masks.]

Sad Voice: Senor Cloak..

[Yes, it's that scene again. The sad, tears filled voice of a young
fan, probably the only fan this grappler ever had, lamenting his hero
losing a mascara contra mascara match to Psicopa earlier on that
night.]

Young Voice: Senor Cloak, su tiene que viva otra vez!

[Yeah, again the mask is held up in the night air with street lights
illuminating the mask but not the face of the child who holds it.]

Young Voice: VIVA! VAMANOS! ARRIBA!

[And... now in much crisper high definition shot footage the mask is
pulled down and we watch it pulled over a young Mexican boy's head.
The now masked boy makes a determined looking face and runs off
through the crowd and the scene fades to a white screen with more
cherry colored text.]

"Eight years later..."

[The white screen gives way to Mexico City, inside Arena Mexico to be
precise.  There is a packed crowd and they're booing a masked man in
the ring. The luchadore has a Frankenstein's Monster themed mask on
and a black body suit with a raggedy torn up shirt over it and blue
jeans cut off around the knee with holes and tears all over it. He has
on gray wrestling boots. He is soaking up the boos.]

Rudo: BWAHAHAHAHA!

[He bellows an evil laugh which seems to scare some younger fans in
the crowd. We zoom in on a young Mexican woman with her hair in long
pigtails and wearing a shiny blue blouse with a long white skirt on.
Next to her on either side are two small children. One is a boy who
looks to be around the age of seven, wearing an El Magnifico t-shirt
and brown cauderoy pants. The other is a girl who looks to be around
the age of five, wearing a white dress with pink trim and yellow
flower designs on it.]

Girl: Mommy! I'm scared!

[The young mother smiles, albeit a sad smile, and puts her arm around
the girl.]

Mother: Do not worry, mi hija! He can not get you.

[The monster themed rudo cackles more and points menacingly at the
crowd.]

Girl: EEEEEE!

Boy: Sissy, don't be such a chicken!

Girl: I am not a chicken!

Mother: Now, now!

Boy: If I could I'd go in there and beat him up myself! I am not
afraid of him!

Mother: Haha!

[The mother can not stifle her laughter at her young, brave son's
words.]

Boy: I'm not scared Mommy!

[She nods her head.]

Mother: Por su puesto! I know, mi hijo! You are muy valiente!

Girl: No he's not! I bet if El Profe de Monstruoso, the 3rd, was to
come out here you would run away!

Boy: No I wouldn't! I'd beat him up!

Mother: Haha!

Crowd: AIEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

Mother: Oh?!

[Women and children in the crowd begin to scream and flee in terror as
the rudo exits the ring and begins to walk into the audience!]

Mother: Madre Dios!

Girl: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

[The young mother embraces her daughter while the boy looks in wide
eyed disbelief as the masked rudo makes his way towards them.]

Girl: I WANT DADDY! WHERE IS DADDY?!!!

[Now the young mother looks REALLY sad. She chokes back tears as she
pats her daughter on the back.]

Mother: Shhh!

Girl: WHY DID HE HAVE TO DIE?!!!

[Yikes! Melodramatic much?! The girl grabs ahold of her mother tighter
as the monster masked rudo walks up to them and then the little boy
snaps out of his wide eyed disbelief and he jumps in front of his
mother and sister and puts up his fists in a boxing stance.]

Boy: Come on! I'm not afraid of you! I'll beat you up!

[The mother looks down in disbelief at her son. The rudo looks down at
the boy then raises his arms up and..]

Rudo: BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA-

Voice: OY! VILLAIN!

Rudo: Que?!!

[The crowd and the rudo turn their head towards the ring. There a
figure draped in a hooded cherry colored cape sits on the turnbuckles.
The rudo turns away from the brave boy, who gets an embrace from his
mother, and begins stomping towards the ring.]

Rudo: Did you call me?!

[The hooded figure nods his head.]

Rudo: You called me?! Who are you? COMO TE LLAMOS?!!

[The hooded figure stands up and grabs his hood and pulls it back to
reveal a full head mask of black with "SCII" in cherry color on his
forehead and cherry colored eye visors.]

Hooded Man: Mi llamo es..

[He strikes a super hero pose!]

Hooded Man: SEÑOR CLOAK DOS!

[GASP! HUGE SURPRISE POP!]

Rudo: Madre Dios!

SCD: VIVA! VAMANOS! ARRIBA!

[And just like that Senor Cloak Dos leaps off the top and splashes the
rudo out on the floor outside the ring! The crowd is now on their feet
cheering like no tomorrow! Dos pulls the rudo to his feet and rolls
him inside the ring and then hops onto the apron and looks out at the
crowd.]

SCD: Hola amigos y amigas!

Crowd: HOLA!

SCD: It is I, the rebirth of the fallen super hero of legend, the
second Senor Cloak!

Crowd: WOAH!

SCD: I am here to fight for all the good people of the world! You can
put your trust and faith in me! I shall carry the banner for the good
fight and.. ACK!

Crowd: OH NO!

[The rudo is on his feet and is choking the second Senor Cloak from
behind!]

Rudo: Callate!

[The monster masked warrior drags Dos through the ropes into the ring
and continues to choke the young hero from behind.]

Rudo: SILENCIO! I shall cut you down before you can begin this crusade
to stop villains, such as myself, from taking over the wrestling
world! VIVA EVIL!

[Oh, he shouldn't have said that! Cloak shakes his fists then hits an
elbow to the midsection of the monster masked man and the rudo
releases his choke hold and doubles over and staggers back.]

Rudo: Madre... Dios.. ARRGH!

Crowd: SEÑOR CLOAK! SEÑOR CLOAK! SEÑOR CLOAK!

[Fired up by the chanting crowd Dos leaps up and hits a Step Up
Enziguiri that sends the rudo stumbling into a corner!]

Crowd: OLE! OLE! OLE!

[Dos strikes a superhero pose then charges at the corner and..
HANDSPRING CARTWHEEL ELBOW SMASH ON THE VILLAIN!]

Crowd: CLOAK ELBOW! MAGNIFICO!

[The villain staggers out of the corner and collapses onto the 2nd
rope, draped over. Cloak looks out at the crowd..]

Crowd: VAMANOS MUCHACHO!

[Dos nods his head, runs off the ropes, charges and grabs the ropes
and hits a 619 sending the villain flying backwards onto his back in
the middle of the canvas.]

Crowd: FANTASTICO!

[The new Senor Cloak scrambles to the nearby corner..]

Crowd: VIVA!

[He climbs up the turnbuckles..]

Crowd: VAMANOS!

[Dos leaps off the top.. WITH A HIGH SPEED HIGH IMPACT MOONSAULT
crashing down on the rudo!]

Crowd: ARRIBA!

[From out of nowhere a referee slides into the ring and as Cloak makes
the cover he counts...]

Crowd: UNO! DOS! TRES!!

*DING DING DING*

[HUGE GIGANTIC SHAKE THE ROOF POP]

Crowd: YAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYY!!!

[Cloak jumps to his feet and the referee raises his hands and the
crowd goes wild!]

Crowd: DOS! DOS! DOS!

[The young superhero climbs onto the 2nd turnbuckle and pumps a fist
for the crowd.]

Crowd: DOS! DOS! DOS!

[We cut back to the young mother with the now smiling little daughter
and an even happier looking young son. The mother smiles and embraces
both children tightly. When she releases them the boy turns to smile,
looking up at the ring. Cloak Dos looks out at the little boy and..
GIVES HIM A THUMBS UP!]

[POP]

[The boy gives a thumbs up back!]

Crowd: DOS! DOS! DOS!

[Senor Cloak Dos climbs off the turnbuckles and out of the ring and
fans give him embraces and high fives and then a tall Caucasian man
wearing a dark brown suit and hat comes up to Dos and offers a
handshake.]

Man: Are you the new Senor Cloak?

[Dos looks at the man and takes the handshake.]

SCD: Si, Senor.

Man: From what I've seen tonight you are just the man we need! Would
you come to America and help fight evil in our wrestling rings?

SCD: Senor, if anywhere in the world cries out for a hero, then that
is where I need to be!

[The man smiles and they shake hands and the scene freezes.]

Voice Over: And thus began my journey to fight evil all over the
world!

[Scene fades to black.]

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Rick Marley
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[The scene opens on an empty PVW Arena, just after Rise from the Ashes
II.  The lights are dimmed and the ring stands empty in the middle of
the building.  The dirt from the Buried Alive match has been removed,
a slight dampness to the concrete where it was piled is the only
evidence of its former placement.  Row upon row of seats stand their
silent vigil on the arena...and so are the only ones that bear witness
to the lone figure emerging from the back.

No music introduces him.

No laser lights hype his arrival.

No announcers offer commentary about his presence.

But nonetheless, "The Last Widowmaker" Rick Marley, PVW's new champion
is still at the arena, hours after the last of the staff has left.

The dark haired grappler is in his street clothes, and sports a fresh
bandage on his forehead (a momento from his match with Rob Cole
earlier in the night)...and the PVW Heavyweight Championship Belt on
his shoulder.  He moves slowly down to the the ring, obviously
favoring his ribs and gingerly crawls through the ropes.

Looking up above him, he stands in the center of the ring, slowly
turning before walking to the ropes and leaning, staring out into the
empty seats.]

"Twelve years..."

[His left hand reaches up and rests on the plate on the front of the
belt...his fingers tracing his name, engraved on the metal.]

"For twelve years I sat and watched...worked, sweated and bled for
this, all the while seeing guys that didn't give half a damn about a
world title get handed title shot after title shot.  Watching guys
show up in places where I'd put in my time and demand a shot...like
some sort of birth right.

And then I had to sit and watch them GET the shot.

Again and again.

I came here and saw the same damned thing happen again.

While I was building PVW, who ends up with the title shots?

Brian Young.

Justin Cruise

Caleb Foley.

TWICE.

In the meantime I'm anchoring a War Games match, setting the world on
fire with a cage match against Craven.  With no belt, I'm the top draw
in the company.

The top draw that gets passed over again and again.

I did everything I needed to...tried it the right way...still nothing.

So then I did it the wrong way.  Cashed in that Called Shot and TOOK
what was mine...I'm sure by the time we go back on the air, the
vultures will be circling...they'll start talking...saying I'm nothing
without the Widowmakers.  Saying that I made a mistake breaking the
stable up.

Saying that I'm vulnerable.

It's all noise...and I've heard it before.

I waited next to forever to get this belt...and it's gonna take an act
of God to take it away from me.

And you can take that to the bank."

[fade]

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Chance McKenzie
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[A simple mahogany table opens the shot. It's very well made, has
intricate carvings, but more important is what sits on top of it. A
silver Haliburton briefcase, belonging to none other than PVW
superstar The Mercenary. Unfortunately, the mahogany table does _not_
belong to him. Nor does it belong to his "mysterious benefactor" or
anyone else who might be his ally. No, this table and all its
intricacies belongs to none other than the man who stole it from The
Mercenary... the newest man to sign a PVW contract... the man who
signed a deal with the she-devil, Jessica Marshall... "Highlight"
Chance McKenzie. As the shot pans out a little more, we see McKenzie
standing next to the table, a [CENSORED] eating grin plastered on his
face...]

CMcK - "Rise From The Ashes II has come and gone. We've got a new
American Champion, a new set of Tag Team Champions, and a new World
Heavyweight Champion. Alex Martinez has been forced to leave PVW after
being embarrassed by Doc Holliday. And PVW also had an influx of new
talent - well, 'talent' in the sense of the man standing here before
you. As far as the others, I can't really say anything other than they
signed contracts along with me. But standing above all of that, the
biggest news?

Chance McKenzie gained possession of the biggest secret in PVW - the
identity of the party that's in control of Mercenary."

[McKenzie places a hand on top of the Haliburton, his smirk growing
even bigger.]

CMcK - "Seriously Mercenary, what did you expect? That I'd come to the
ring and actually _want_ to pin you? That Jessica Marshall would
actually be _happy_ with me simply getting a victory? Come on. This
was a carefully orchestrated plan, one that hinged on you thinking I
wanted to defeat you. You were quite simply a _pawn_, one to help us
get what we wanted to."

JM - "And that's exactly what we did."

[Jessica Marshall saunters onto the shot, a mixture of happiness and
victory in her expression. She looks at McKenzie...]

JM - "Any luck with opening the briefcase?"

CMcK - "None. I've got a call in, though. One of the best locksmiths
in the state. He told me if he's unable to get it open, we don't have
to pay him. So really, it's just a matter of waiting. Until then, I'll
start on my _second_  task; getting in contention for the PVW World
Heavyweight Title. With the Called Shot coming back, I'm determined to
be one of the seven..."

JM - [interrupting] "Oh, I'll do what I can to make sure you're in the
qualifiers. Trust me."

[McKenzie nods his head, a smirk reforming on his face.]

CMcK - "You do what you can, and I'll help my case on Heatwave. Taking
out Chris Hartt would make a _fantastic_ case."

[McKenzie turns his attention towards the camera, looking into it as
if addressing Chris Hartt directly.]

CMcK - "I really hope you took notice, 'Paladin.' Because rest
assured, I took notice of you and your ragtag 'Justice League' on the
show. And, although some of your ideas are commendable, I have to say
you three are the biggest laughingstock in PVW. Seriously Chris,
you've given your lives to PVW? You've worked your backsides off for a
meager paycheck? You're doing it all for the fans? Your little 'Get
Along Gang' is a _huge_ yawn... and I _highly_ doubt that you three
will get any more popular.

Do you know why I came here? Money. Fame. Glory. Do I have enough of
all three? Perhaps. Do I have room for more? Absolutely. I've got more
than enough funds to fill my gas tank. I've got more than enough
publicity from my successful career as a male model. I've done
anything and everything in my power to make sure I don't have to worry
about what people think. These fans? What have they done for me? Hell,
what have they done for _you_? Can you _really_ attribute a victory to
the fans reactions?

If you say yes to that question, you're as delusional as I thought.

I'd like nothing more than to dismantle you, Gionet, and Foley. To
break up this little braintrust and expose you three for the phony
nothings you are. To defeat and destroy three of the cornerstones of
PVW? That would be the icing on the cake. If that's what I have to do,
I'll make sure it happens. I am the _future_ of PVW. Guys like
Mercenary, Martinez, Holliday, and you three? You're old news. You're
long overdue for a replacement. And I'm the man who will lead the
revolution of change."

[McKenzie's eyes intensify, a fire burning inside him.]

CMcK - "So bring your cape, Chris. Bring your superpowers. Bring you
throngs of fans. But nothing, not even the assistance from the
almighty himself, is going to alter the course of events. I _will_
defeat you inside the ring. I _will_ get a spot in the Called Shot. I
_will_ become PVW World Heavyweight Champion. You've seen it before.
You've heard it before. You've even been here to watch others _fail_.
But I will _not_ be deterred. This is _my_ time now. You can either
move aside..."

[McKenzie's fists ball up, his knuckles turning white from the tight
grip.]

CMcK - "...or you can be _crushed_ by the opposition. The choice is
yours, Chris. I just hope you make the right decision."

[With that final thought, we fade to black.]

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Johnny Detson
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"What a glorious, glorious day it is..."

(The shot opens on the smirking face of one Johnny Detson, who you may
or my not have heard is the President and CEO of the PVW.  Detson is
dressed in a finely tailored three-piece suit with a powder blue shirt
and red tie.  A PVW and American flag pin are on his lapel.)

Detson:  ...to be me of course.

(Full on gloat mode continues.)

Detson:  Well and you as well, I cannot forget this was all for you as
well.  Because after all I did this all for you.

(Detson nods his head in agreement.)

Detson:  As President and CEO I looked around this fine landscape and
I found the blemishes that plagued this fair society.  Blemishes like
Caleb Foley who claimed to be something that he was not.  Something
that was proven at Rises to the Ashes by yours truly, President and
CEO.

(Detson plasters a politician smile on his face as he continues.)

Detson:  And now that I have fairly defeated Caleb Foley using my
technical superiority, I can proudly stand before you here today not
only as your President and CEO, but as the new Face of the Franchise
for the NEW PVW.  Everything I have expressed and addressed has come
down exactly as I prophesized because I'm a person who cares about the
constituents.  I'm not the President and CEO to line my pockets with
money, people I am already extremely wealthy, extremely good looking,
extremely talented, and a proven winner.  What else was there left for
me to do but take this decrepit company and mold it into my image?

(Detson again nods in agreement of his own praise.)

Detson:  But yet there are still the same dissenters of my
administration as there was before.  Caleb Foley.  Mr. Foley you lost
and yet your constant whining about some imaginary discrepancy you
perceived to have happened during our match is really quite bothersome
and insulting.  To insinuate that I, Johnny Detson, President and CEO,
needed some shortcut or cheap trick to be declared victorious and the
Face of the Franchise is really beneath you.

(Detson shakes his head disapprovingly.)

Detson:  You see Mr. Foley, I am a winner, its what I do and it's who
I am.  Now I know you've never experience anything close to the
sensation because you yourself have never won a match without
succumbing to nefarious means, but trust me the feeling's great!

(Detson gives a big thumbs up)

Detson:  Ask your little faction friends what winning feels like,
since they all won and you didn't.  No, you're a sore loser Caleb, you
saw all your friends have success and you failed once again!  So what
do you do?  You disrespect me in a respect match!  Me?  The President
and CEO of this company that pays your salary and you just spit in the
face of everything this company stands for!

(Detson sneers a little.)

Detson:  You should know by now how to accept defeat seeing how you're
so practiced at it, but you couldn't just raise the hand of your
better could you?  And now you want to get me back in the ring?  First
you need to learn a little about humility and respect before you ever
step in the ring with me again!

(Detson calms and throws on another huge politician smile.)

Detson:  That is why in my esteem wisdom, as President and CEO, I have
decided to initiate the first annual Johnny Detson Challenge!
Opponents of my choosing will teach Mr. Foley what it is like to lose
and lose and lose right up until Tradition, so that when he does face
me again it will come as no surprise to him when he loses again.

(Detson's smile morphs into a cocky smirk.)

Detson:  So Caleb, your first opponent this week is a familiar face to
you, Larry Gionet.  I'm sorry, current champion Larry Gionet.  I'm
sorry, proven winner Larry Gionet.  As President and CEO, I am privy
to all sorts of activities that go around in my company.  I found it
quite amusing how you, Chris Hartt, and Larry Gionet all got together
and talked about values and respect something you have none of!

(Detson stops and snaps his fingers.)

Detson:  By the way Caleb, who was the only person in that group to
lose at Rise to the Ashes?  You know it just slipped my mind.

(Detson laughs and waves off the idea.)

Detson:  Never mind I'm sure it will come to me eventually.  Anyway
the Johnny Detson Challenge!  Maybe losing to a familiar friendly face
will help you garner the respect you so desperately need to learn.  If
not, I have a whole list of other candidates ready to give you the
lesson of the lifetime.  Because there are two things you need to
learn before Tradition Caleb...

(Detson holds up a single finger.)

Detson:  One, you need to learn to respect your betters...

(Detson thrusts a thumb in his own direction as he holds up another
finger with his another hand.)

Detson:  ...and two, I am now and will always be the face of this
franchise, its MY PVW!  And there was nothing you could ever do to
stop it!

(Detson chuckles and smirks at the camera.  With a small wave from
Detson the camera slowly fades to black with Detson mouthing the
words, "Face of the Franchise" and pointing to himself as we fade
out.)

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Danny Flores
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[The scene opens on "Swingin'" Dean Hayes, interviewer extraordinaire,
standing in front of a PVW banner in his finest coat and tails. Or
just maybe a nice blazer. He looks off camera for a moment, then nods
super quick, turns to the camera and begins to talk, doing his best to
smile "warmly".]

DH: Hello fans, Dean Hayes here in the PVW Interview Center, and we're
talking about the next episode of Heatwave. There's been quite a few
changes here in the Phoenix Valley as of late, as we've seen something
of a changing of the guard. We've also seen an influx of talent
recently, and right now I have with me a recent acquisition to the PVW
roster, someone who comes with what you might call an underground
following, but with a few changes. Dan Flores, welcome to PVW.

[From the right comes a familiar face to the wrestling world, who has
been away for two years or so. A fair complexion, strong jaw, maybe
some cliche stubble and a Twins hat covering thick black hair, with a
PVW t-shirt and jeans to complete the ensemble, Dan Flores looks just
like he did when he left.]

DF: Why thank you Dean, very glad to be back.

DH: The last time the wrestling world saw you, you were wrestling
under the name Dan Broussard, leading the world to believe that you
were related to a somewhat famous wrestler from the West Coast. Why
the change back to your real name?

DF: Well you see Dean-o, the wrestling biz, as they say, is all about
who ya know and who you're related to. And when I was just a pup
breakin' in, the name Dan Flores didn't mean a damn thing to anyone.
So one day someone comes up to me and says, "Hey bro, I like your
style. You'd make a hell of a Broussard." Next thing you know, I'm
getting phone calls and faxes and emails about being Marcus
Broussard's cousin, and people are offering me some big bucks to
wrestle in their town. What's a guy to do?

So hell yeah, I wrestled as Dan Broussard for a couple years and I
made some decent coin out of it, _and_ opened some doors. But bein'
away for two years, you know, the faxes and the emails and the text
messages kept comin', asking for Dan Broussard to come back and bring
the Massey Pre-Nup with him. That's the kind of thing that let's you
know that it's time to throw off the pseudonym and stand on your own
feet, on your own merit. Dan Broussard was a good man, but Dan Flores
is a great one.

[Hayes looks down at an index card as Flores adjusts his hat.]

DH: Any why the return?

DF: You can say it a hundred times, in a hundred different ways. Zebra
don't change his stripes, leopard can't change it's spots, can't teach
an old dog new tricks. Once a cheater, always a cheater. Once bitten,
twice shy. Every bubble gum philosopher has found a way to say it, but
I prefer the new musical conscience of the 2000s. A young girl
named...

....Ke$ha.

Can't say it any better then she does, my brutha, she hits it right on
the head.

[Dean Hayes can only roll his eyes and mutter.]

DH. The party don't start til I walk in?

DF: Also very true. But I prefer another one of her quips... we r who
we r.

We are who we are, Dean. For two years I went home and tried other
things. I wore suits and ties, wing tip shoes and golden cufflinks. I
walked the walk of an important man, I played golf for thousands of
dollars and I shot baskets for nickels. I took my time and let life
play it's course. I opened myself up to new things and tried
everything else available to me, but we are who we are, Dean.

Dan Flores by any other name is a wrestler, plain and simple. It's a
tough habit to kick, cuz, once it's in your blood you need one of them
Lance Armstrong vein drain things to get it out. But as I am but a
simple wrasslin' pro, and not a cyclist, I stopped fightin' the fight
and I came back to where I belong. I used that Broussard name one more
time, I gave a call down here to PVW and said that yeah buddy, Dan
Flores is interested in takin' a train down to Arizona and setting up
shop. I told them that if they wanted the very best inring technician
this side of Lord Byron, that Danny Flo is their guy. The groundswell
of support speaks for itself. Dan Flores travels well, baby, and from
there it was a matter of a few pen strokes.

[Flores shrugs and smiles.]

DH: Your first match is against Danny Dan-

[Dan holds up his hand and stops Dean.]

DF: Yeah yeah, Danny Daniels. This isn't my first rodeo or my first
barbeque, I know all about Danny Daniels. It all goes back to Ke$ha,
like most things in life. We are who we are. I'm a wrestler. An
athlete. A winner.

Danny Daniels is a clown. He says funny things and makes a fool of
himself and others, just because why the hell not. And hey, I'll give
the clown his due, he can go a little bit in the ring, but here's the
thing, I can go a lot. And while it may be true that I quote stupid
pop music and mix my metaphors, my other interests include popping out
joints, tearing tendons and making people black out from pain. And
don't think for one second that when the bell rings that I won't be
right up on that, performing physical dissection in a PVW ring. What
you've gotta understand is that we're all put here for a reason. I
never needed a psychic or a priest to tell me where I belonged.

I even let the sport go, just to see what would happen. Y'know, if you
love something let it go, all that stuff.

And in the end, _it_ came back to _me_. Dan Broussard had a good run,
but now it's time to get my grown man on and have a great run under my
own name.

We are who we are, Dean, and I'm Dan Flores. Wrestler. I'll let Danny
Daniels figure out the rest.

[Dan slaps Dean on the shoulder warmly and then exits as Hayes makes
the "cut it" sign to the camera.]

DH: This is Dean Hayes and that was Dan Flores. We'll see you at
Heatwave.

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Christian Copeland
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[We open in a small dirty apartment, could be anywhere, U.S.A. The
couch that our antagonist is seated upon matches the rest of the decor
- dingy - and he throws a look of disinterest towards the camera as he
pushes black stringy hair from in front of his face as n unsettlingly
cheery smiley lights up his face. Ladies and gentlemen, I give to you,
Christian Copeland.]

"I Bet you people in Phoenix have no idea who I am. I'd be lying if I
said it wasn't somewhat of a relief. There's a certain level of infamy
that comes with being king of the deatmatch. the fanbase isn't all
that large, but it is rabid, and insatiably bloodthirsty and always
expecting something to top the barbwire assisted plancha through two
sheets of stained glass that you used to finish off some unfortunate
bastard the previous night. No matter what precautions you take, you
leave a piece of yourself in every arena, every show, night in, and
night out. I'm only about 5 years into my career, but I've been
nursing injuries for most of it. So when my last home in Los Angeles
went on hiatus, I did something I swore I would never do."

[He pauses momentarily.]

"Phoenix Valley Wrestling is my first foray outside the Death match
arena, my first chance to get away from brutality, heal up, but still
have a chance to make a mark on this business. the scenery has
changed, its a totally different atmosphere, but the one constant in
this whole situation has been me."

[The smile disappears. a more serious look replaces it.]

"I have always, and will continue to take my job _deadly_ serious. I
take great pleasure in taking a man I feel doesn't belong in the ring
with me, and convincing him to never climb into another ring. The one
thing I don't do is [beep] around. And that is _very_ bad news for two
guys in particular."

[He raises a quizzical eyebrow, but his expression is less than
impressed.]

"Senor Cloak Dos... Smacky and I... We have made ouselves famous by
leaving people like you in a quivering mass. As a unit we are not a
big fan of people in general. They are stupid, pretentious, and self-
centered and I'll tell you, I enjoy nothing more than smashing my best
friend the rust [beeping] hammer into their face. I'm not gonna lie
Senor Cloak Dos. Your stupid name alone provides more than enough
reason for me to want to re-arrange your features. Do you take your
career seriously Cloak Dos? Because if you don't, things are going to
end _very_ badly for you. I hurt people for no other reason than it
makes me happy. It's gonna make me extra happy to smash your face. Ask
Caleb Foley if theres any rhyme or reason to my gospel of misery."

[Another pause.]

"I'll save you the trouble though Cloak Dos. The answer is no. You and
your unfortunate partner in our little encounter are destined to find
that no matter what you do, the pain you are signed up to endure,
unfortunately for you two, is simply unavoidable."

[He lays down on the couch staring up at the ceiling.]

"which brings me to Ash. Is that short for Ashley? I certainly hope
not because if anyone thinks I'll hesitate to _decimate_ anything
stupid enough to share a ring with me, heh, they are not going to like
what happens. But seriously Ash, In your defense, at least I've heard
of you and you don't stir hatred in me like your partner. At the very
least it would appear that you're not a complete waste of humanity.
The fact that such a waste of sperm like Cloak Dos is your partner may
actually work in your favor. I've grown to hate him so much, if you
don't make your presence known to me you could realistically walk away
from this match unscathed. That is how much I have grown to hate Cloak
Dos."

"Just because of his stupid name, and his stupid face. Senor Cloak
Dos, not since Caleb Foley has there been someone that inspired such
abject hatred in the very depths of my black soul. I'm going to do you
_one_ favor, and one favor alone."

[An evil giggle.]

"Make sure, that you know how to ask a doctor...

"Please Remove the rust hammer...  from my rectum."

[Smile and fade.]

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Hersher von Donkerhardt
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(Scene: The arena post RFTA II. The hall outside what appears to be a
dressing room. On the door of the dressing room is a white piece of
cardboard with the words" Herscher von Donkerhardt" in black
lettering. The door opens and out steps Herscher von Donkerhardt.
Herscher is wearing a grey suit with white shirt and orange tie,
topped off with black dress shoes and a matching trench coat. Herscher
walks with a slight limp, in his left hand he holds his equipment bag
and with his right hand he holds his newly won PVW American
Championship. From off camera we here a voice)

Off camera: Mr Donkehardt, you just done what many said was impossible
by defeating the longest reigning champion in PVW history Gibson
Hayes. Would you like to make a statement at this time.

HvD(turns and politely nods in the direction of the camera): Thank you
yes I will. Today I stand before you as the PVW American Champion, the
victor in a match that pitted this title vs my career. But I stand
before you as much more. I stand before you as the man who won not
only a title but a second chance, in both his wrestling career and in
life. Wrestling gave me a chance at a life, I would never have had
otherwise in my own country. Before wrestling I was a young man with a
history of violence and hatred directed against people who I did not
seeing as belonging to my country, due to where they were born or who
they were born to. Ironically my hatred was fuelled by my father,
whose hatred was fostered by those who had hatred for him, who felt he
didn't belong to the country of his birth either, due to how he was
born, and to whom he was born to.

(HvD clears his throat, as he looks down to the floor)

HvD:My hatred and aggression served me well in the ring in defeating
my opponents, but it nearly cost me everything as I was foolish enough
to cross paths with Todd Johnstone. Todd is a man full of arrogance,
ignorance, unparallelled obscenity, and hatred which I have never
encountered before. I look around and the only person in my experience
that comes close to Todd was, myself. Todd served as the mirror to
show me the monster I had allowed myself to become. Todd showed me
what I had let myself become, and what it would it would ultimately
lead to, total ruin. My anger and hatred left me vulnerable to a man
that destroyed people for a living, out of a need to keep what he
believed was his, and because he thoroughly enjoyed it. My teacher
showed me how Todd could destroy people, and how you prevent him from
destroying him, by not allowing him to put you in a position of
destruction. Todd is fire, and if you play with fire you get burned.
If you don't play Todd's game then like the fire he will die off when
he has run out of fuel and oxygen. Johnstone nearly destroyed me but
in doing so, he saved me, by seeing what i was in danger of becoming.
Ultimately it is because of Todd that I have won this belt, and that i
managed to both save my career and soul. As a result, of all the
things anyone could say to such a rotten little man, what i say now
will shock even him, thank you

(HvD lets out a laugh)

HvD:But while I am safe from the clutches of Todd Johnstone and his
meal ticket Gibson Hayes, I am anything but safe. Instead of Todd i
face an even more challenging opponent, success. Being a champion I
have what many other men in this company want. As a result I find
myself with a very large target on my back. Winning this title has
just made me enemies i never knew i had, and made me the subject of
attacks from people i have not yet met, who want to take my title or
at the least make a name for themselves. To those of you waiting in
the wings, looking to take from me what i have, who want what i want,
rest assured I will give you the chance to take it. I will not be a
champion to duck challenges, or use a mini army to hold on to this
belt. If facing me is what you want, then I give you the opportunity
to do so, but be careful in deciding what you want, because what you
want and what you will get are not always one in the same. All things
come with a price, and I guarantee you all, i will exact a heavy price
upon you. If you don't believe me, just ask The Mercenary, Geddings,
Baldursson, or anyone else who i have stepped in the ring with,
especially the former champion Gibson Hayes!

(HvD: lets out a sly grin after mentioning Hayes name)

HvD:I stand before you, the fan I say this. It was never my intention
on being a "fan favorite", as those of you have followed my early
career in PVW have noticed. But I thank you for the support you have
given me. I have not always been the nicest person, and have not
always worn the white hat as you Americans like to say. I can't say
that i will always wear this hat or do things that you will agree
with. But know this, as American Champion, I will do all i can within
that ring to defend that title, and keep earning the respect you have
shown me thus far. I will also do what i can not only to be a better
wrestler in PVW, but a better person as well. Neither task will be
easy, but with your support it will be that much easier.Dank u en God
zegene. Thank you and God Bless.

(Herscher again nods to the people off camera and walks down the hall,
duffel bag and championship belt in tow. fade to black)

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Caleb Foley
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[The camera fades in and you see your favorite Irishman "The Celtic
Crippler" Caleb Foley walking into the 52nd Street Armory building.
Caleb is wearing a pair of blue jeans and black t-shirt with red
lettering that reads "Phoenix Valley Wrestling Very Own Home Grown
Superstar" on the front of the shirt with white sneakers. Foley had
his gym bag over his right shoulder as he begins to speak.]

Caleb Foley: First thing is first Johnny Detson. Detson you are
nothing more than a CHEATER! You are a COWARD! I should of expected
you to cheat to win the match but I thought you had more class than
that. That was a mistake on my part and I will NOT make the same
mistake twice. When I get my hands on you again Detson the outcome
will NOT be the same. Detson I'll play your game.  Not because you
hold any "real" power... But because I want to get my hands around
your throat so bad I can taste it. I DO NOT care if it is the last
thing I do in Phoenix Valley Wrestling I will GET my hands around your
NECK and enjoy it as you pass out from the PAIN you have never felt
before in your life.

[Caleb pauses for a second as he begins to walk down the hallway as he
continues to speak.]

Caleb Foley: Johnny, I want to thank you for knocking me off the top
of the mountain and bringing me back to reality. Not to worry though
Detson because there is always gonna be another mountain for me to
climb and conquer. And just like every other mountain I am sure it is
gonna be an uphill battle and sometimes I might slip or get knocked
down. But I realized it is not about how fast I reach the top of the
mountain or about what's waiting on the other side. It is all about
what you learn while your making your climb up that mountain.

[Caleb suddenly stops and drops his bag outside of the locker room
door.]

Caleb Foley: These are the moments that I'm gonna remember most. These
are the moments that are going to make The Celtic Crippler's legacy. I
have just got to dig down deep and keep going. I have got to be strong
and just keep pushing myself to new and higher limits. So starting
today I am standing up and going to face my demons. I'm manning up and
going to hold my ground. Detson, I've had enough of your shenanigans
and fed up with your nonsense.

[Caleb voice seems to have a lot of passion behind it as he continues
to speak...]

Caleb Foley:  Remember Detson you wanted this. No one else but you.
Johnny all you care about is your win and loss record here. All you
care about is JOHNNY DETSON. You DO NOT care about Phoenix Valley
Wrestling. Sure winning is nice but it is not what matters the most in
this business. The only thing that matters is the fans and giving them
a show that they will never forget.

[Caleb clears his throat as he is staring right into the camera ...]

Caleb Foley: Detson, you want to play mind games to try and mess with
my head. It is going to take a lot more than me facing Gionet one on
one to mess with my head. Larry, we have been friends in Phoenix
Valley Wrestling ever since it opened. Larry, you are a dangerous man
once that bell rings and I am sure when we meet it will be no
different. And that is exactly why you are the Television Champion
here is Phoenix Valley. The word "QUIT" is not in your vocabulary but
it is NOT in mine either.

[Foley rubs his hands over his face as he continues to speak ...]

Caleb Foley: Larry, I can remember when I first came into the
business. You were the man who showed me around. You took me under
your wing. We traveled to events together. We had dinner together. We
became really close friends. You were right their by my side when my
father passed away. I could rely on you for anything and everything.
You taught me how to study my opponent and learn his strengths and
weaknesses inside that ring.

[Caleb has this blank stare on his face as he continues to speak.]

Caleb Foley: I can remember Larry when you showed the tape of you
getting power bombed off the top of the cage through a table ... I can
remember Larry how you got choked up and teary eyed when you told me
the doctors told you that you would never walk again let alone wrestle
... I know Larry that WRESLTING is your LIFE. You bleed for this
BUSINESS and want nothing more than RESPECT from everyone that steps
inside that ring with you. Larry win, lose or draw no matter what the
outcome is one thing is for certain we will give the fans a match they
will never forget. So Larry, I'll see you at the 52nd Armory and may
the BEST man win..

[With those words the camera fades to black as "The Celtic Crippler"
walks out of the camera view ...]

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Gibson Hayes
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[We open to Gibson Hayes, in his blue suit with white shirt and red
tie. The camera is looking upwards, as Gibby looms over us.]

America, I am disappointed in you.

[A somber tone from the former American champion.

For 3 years, I, your last, best hope for a bright future and better
tomorrow, did fight for you tooth and nail. And, yet, you repay my
stalwart stewardship with this behavior? You applaud a piece of
degenerate filth in front of me? I thought more of you, America. Your
people have lost their way.

[A slow pan upwards begins.]

So I looked to the country I bled for. I looked to the country I
fought for. I looked to the country that I supported. I looked to the
country I vowed to protect with my heart, body and soul. And what did
it get me? Nothing but the venom of the unwashed masses yearning to be
enslaved.

[Sighing, Gibson looks away.]

America did not lose her champion, her champion discovered America was
lost.

[Behind Gibson is a red banner, with a black circle and baby blue
interlocking G and H, titled at a 75 degree angle.]

I am done with you people. I am done with you ingrates. Not because I
hate America, no, far from it. I am done with you because I now know
the cancer that is festering in your spirits is broader than the
achingly beautiful boarders of the United States of America. No, in
order to bring back the best in this nation, nay, in this world, I,
Gibson Hayes, must take a harder stance.

[There is nothing friendly about Gibson's expression.]

I once drew a line on the ground, daring those who would proclaim
themselves world champion to test their mettle against the truest
champion PVW will ever have. I dared them to come and see if they
could handle facing the only fighting champion PVW has ever seen. I
backed down from no one. I beat every single person who I have ever
faced in that ring, it's true. Even now, I have even scores. Never in
the hole, never looking up because Gibson Hayes is the pinnacle of
American exceptionalism.

[The look on Hayes's face tips off he is thinking.]

Yet, no one dare challege Gibson Hayes. After witnesses Matthew
Holliday get beaten with skill, guile and flat out being sharper,
everyone else knew they could be next. So they shied away from the
Golden Child of these United States. Well, world, now that I have seen
just how far the rot has seeped into America, it is time to teach the
world a lesson. Gibson Hayes promises to save America and Gibson Hayes
promises to save the world.

[Eerily calm, Gibby smiles.]

Max, or Sal since I confuse you two, you are being fed to the most
dangerous wolf Phoenix Valley will ever know. You may think this is
the big time for you but you are just another fat calf being fed to
someone who is, really, better than you. You must have some skill, to
be here, and you seem to make a splash in the tag team division but,
if you can't beat Perry Fontana, what hope do you have of beating
someone 17 world's better than that man. You couldn't beat him 6 on 1,
and you think you'll have a chance against a man who actually defended
his title? Hogwash!

[Hayes is in full crow mode.]

I made the Network title, defending it every show. I defended the
American title just as much. The Network title was forced to be
defended more after I went on to better things because its holder was
busy playing grab ass with Tom Landis, a man I made lick my boot heel.
The world champions? They barely even had matches. No, no, no, when it
comes to being made of sterner stuff, none of the other people who
ever were labelled champion has come close to Gibson Hayes.

[Nodding, the Hayes smiles big.]

No, Max, you may be clever and oh so fun but you are not ready to face
Gibson Hayes. Gibson Hayes has a job to do, a world to save and a
birthright to claim.

[DOUBLE V FOR VICTORY~!]

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The Mercenary
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(Scene opens. The Mercenary is outside of the home of PVW, standing by
his black Hummer, a cell phone pressed to his ear. He's not in a good
mood, and can you blame him, after having his trademark Haliburton
stolen from him at Rise from the Ashes PPV. The camera moves in, and
we start to pick up the conversation)

Merc: ... of course, I'm not happy that Jessica has my property. I'm
never happy when someone steals my Haliburton, but I always get it
back. And with interest....uh huh...uh huh.... Well, they'd have to
actually get into it. The thing is practically indestructable... Yeah,
I know practically isn't a guarantee... Aww c'mon give me a bit more
credit than that... Well, yeah, there is some reference to our
business in there, but you're not the only one I'm dealing with right
now... There's stuff in there from lots of clients... No... there is
nothing in there to tie you directly to the Marshall job...Right... So
even if she does manage to get it open, there are too many people
listed for her to figure it out... Yeah... right... She has made a lot
of enemies and yes, some of them are even in there. ... Yep.. Right...
No worries...

(Merc listens for awhile to the voice on the other side of the line
for a bit, nodding his head every once in awhile)

Merc: Well, I'm not a big fan of beating up women, but in this case I
could be willing to make an exception and if you paid a bit more...
Ok... That might be doable...We'll see what I can come up with. But
I'm sure I'll have to go through her newest boy toy to get at her.
...Yes.. I'll make sure that the thieving weasels get what's coming to
them... Uh huh.. Yes, it will be a hell of a lot easier now that
Martinez is gone. Wasn't really looking forward to crossing paths with
him again.


Yeah, I know Doc was responsible for getting rid of him, but I'm not
going to let him do the same to me...Look, you've got to remember, I
nearly took the UEW title off of his waist when he was considered to
be at the pinnacle of his career and at the top of the wrestling
world. And I've been wanting to prove to world since then that I can
compete at that level again. Sure, I haven't really been showing it
lately...but then winning hasn't really been my focus now, has it?...
No, I'm not blaming you...You're more than making up for me taking the
loser's purse...Besides, I don't really care too much about my win-
loss record...That's right, money first... Hm? Oh ok...Yeah, we'll
talk after the show. 'K... Later...

(With that Merc snaps the phone shut and we fade to snow)

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Larry Gionet
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[The camera pans to the backstage area as a PVW backdrop is on the
wall. In the center of it stands PVW's warrior and Television Champion
Larry Gionet. Decked out in his wrestling attire Gionet stands proudly
with the PVW Television Title draped on his right shoulder.]

Larry Gionet: Tommy Ryder,you and I tore the roof down!  Stiff shot
for stiff shot, counter for counter.  We never stopped for a breath
and put it out all on the line.  Some would say it was Tommy Ryder's
night to shine because he came into Rise From The Ashes 2 just another
face in the crowd to a man that people will take notice.

[Larry Gionet intently stares into the camera. With his piercing blue
eyes, he admires the PVW Television title on his shoulder.  A small
smirk creeps across the face that tends to be a much more serious
competitor when it comes down to it.]

LG:  Sadly on the biggest night of your life Tommy, I rained on your
party.  I told Phoenix Valley Wrestling  on the eve of my TV
championship fight that I would fight tooth and nail to retain the
Television Championship and I did. Granted there may have been close
calls but i swallowed up the hole, your window of opportunity because
in the end I'm a wrestler. I train I study, I fight to make sure that
I get every ounce of respect I deserve.

[The smile once on the PVW warrior's face fades to nothingness as if
it was all just an illusion to the naked eye.  He looks up as his
forehead begins to strain slightly. He nods his head as he looks
straight into the camera's lens as if frozen in time.]

LG:  Now for my opponent next week for Heatwave, is interesting to say
the least.  Thanks to Detson my opponent is Caleb Foley. You are one
of my dearest friends in this sport Foley. I don't like this any more
than you do, but in the end we have a job to do.  Whether the title is
on the line or not, whether I am out there fighting my most heated
rival or one of my most respected comrades, wrestling is my life.

[Larry Gionet begins cracking his knuckles as a loud crackling sound
can be heard. While it may be a sense of relaxation, the wrestling
world knows that Larry Gionet is gearing up and getting ready for a
very important battle ahead.]

LG:  So sorry to break it to you friend, but after the dust is settled
my hand will be raised as victorious!  I've seen you rise through the
ranks Caleb, but it is my time to rise to prominence!  I know you
better than anyone on this roster perhaps even better than you know
yourself  As much as you want to prove your relevance and worth, I am
just a little bit hungrier! Win lose or draw the fans WILL remember
this match. Be forewarned I've broken bones, I'd made blood flow and
shattered egos in the name of victory!  It's not about how or why it's
all about do or die!

[Without blinking, Larry Gionet disappears from the camera's view.
People can be heard in the background discussing plans and matches as
if nothing just happened 5 minutes ago. It shows the mental
determination and intensity Gionet shows each and every night. The
screen fades to black.]

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AsH
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[Camera opens on a somewhat grainy, digitally distorted face of AsH
shot from a downward angle. From the view, it's clear he's driving in
the car and being recorded on a handheld camera. He fidgets and puts
the camera so that his upper body can be seen while nervously looking
out the windshield]

AsH: Shoot... way late. WAAAAY late.

[He takes a corner quickly and the camera tumbles over, now getting a
horizontal view of the Cruiserweight Icon until he notices and puts
the device upright again, fixing the picture]

AsH: I don't know how it happened. I used to have this stuff down,
cold. I would make the camera session, hit the photo shoot, get to the
gym for the morning workout, go to the press junket, lunch, afternoon
workout, and home in time to make dinner. Now? I completely miss the
shoot, and I'm about 10 minutes from losing my spot at the gym.

[AsH grumbles to himself]

AsH: I own the damn gym, but made sure to enforce the "On time or lose
your ring time" doctrine even on myself. Stupid MORALS!

[AsH whips around another corner]

AsH: I guess things have really changed since my last set of glory
days. I'm not the rugged, well established veteran of the company. The
bookers and road agents don't check with me before the first post of
the ring is set in place. Hell, I'll probably be lucky if they don't
think my access pass is a fake.

And I guess I've probably changed a bit too. Married, have a kid with
another on the way. I don't need the money anymore. I probably never
WILL have to worry about money again, to be honest. I mean, I'm not
going to be living lavish digs and having cavier and Perrier every
day, but I'm not going to go hungry any time soon. So maybe that fire
isn't burning quite as intensely as it used to. Maybe I don't have the
hunger in belly that drove me to such extravagant lengths to prove
myself.

Tyson Cain does, that's for sure. The rookie has an advantage that you
only get once in a career. A clean slate. A fresh place to start
without any worry of messing up. He doesn't have to stress about
living up to high expectations, like I do. [looking down to the
camera] And trust me, it's stressing me out. [He looks back to the
road] And what's more, he's young. Body is fresh, springy. He's gonna
heal quickly and be able to innovate moves because he hasn't had a
baker's dozen of surgeries on his knees.

[AsH smiles after a second]

AsH: But I've got one thing Tyson doesn't. The advantage you only get
after catching more beatings than you'd ever imagined you could live
through.

I've been here before.

[AsH stomps on the brake as he turns into a stall and finally looks
down at the camera]

AsH: I know what it takes to play with the big names, I know what it
takes to make a splash. And most important of all: I know what it
takes to win.

Let's just see if I can put memory into action.

[The camera shuts off with AsH reaching down and punching a button as
he half falls out of the car in a hurry]

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Max and Sal #2
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[Fade to Max and Sal, dressed in their wrestling gear back at their
apartment.  Sal is looking excited and not paying any attention to the
camera.]

Sal:  Great news!  There was a gambling scandal on 'The Amazing Race'.
They're canceling the season.  They won't show a single episode!

Max:  Really?  [Max wipes his forehead]  What a relief!  Now no one
know has to find out.

Sal:  Yep.  OK, let's do this- ready?  [Sal turns towards the camera]
OK, great- you just turned it on.  Let's go.

Max:  Right.  [A small sigh escapes him as he shrugs.]  Well, we have
to be honest about how everything went down at Rise From the Ashes.
While we're disappointed we didn't win the tag titles, Sal and me --
we acquitted ourselves pretty well out there.  And I think we proved
beyond a shadow of a doubt -- especially to certain "veterans" -- that
we belong in the upper echelons of tag team wrestling today!

Sal:  On the other hand, the belts moved from one dysfunctional team
to another in the form of Everlasting Hell.

Max:  Again, disappointing, but it's something we can't dwell on.
We've just got to pick ourselves up and show the brass why we should
be the next Number One contenders.  In the meantime, I've got a match
with Gib--

[Max shoots a look over at his partner.  Sal appears to be deep in
contemplation about something.]

Max:  What?

Sal:  I'm just thinking...

Max:  Always a dangerous thing.

Sal:  Everlasting Hell- always fighting.  And champions.  Livestock
and the Gutch- fighting.  And former champions.  I'm sensing a trend.

Max:  So?  We fight!

Sal:  No- we argue.  Totally different thing.

Max:  Whatever.  Now, I've got a match with Gibson Hayes.  And he's
annoyed about los... What the hell?!

[The camera pans back to see Sal standing behind Max, a raised chair
above Max's head.]

Sal:  Hold still- this won't hurt a bit.

Max:  Have you gone completely insane?!

Sal:  Fighting teams become champions.  I say we ride the trend.

Max:  By hitting me with a chair?

Sal:  Sometimes the classics work the best.

Max:  Tell you what, how about YOU take the chair shot instead?

Sal:  What, and ruin this face?  Besides, I'm the idea guy and you're
the implementer.  So just hold still and--

[Max grabs the other end of the chair.]

Max:  If that's the case, then I believe my implementation works
better by hitting YOU.

[Max wrenches the chair out of Sal's hands, holds it above his head,
and starts charging, chasing Sal off to the left.  A moment later, Max
and his chair start running to the right, being chased by Sal holding
a bigger chair.  Voiceovers are heard.]

Sal VO:  We continued our discussion for several hours, in the end
agreeing to disagree.

[Sal runs off to the left, dropping the chair and a moment later Max
runs after with a baseball bat.]

Max VO:  Besides, I had Gibson Hayes to worry about.  Former American
Champion, former TV Champion.   Why, he's right up there with Mom,
Apple Pie, and Toby Keith songs!  I feel like crying red, white and
blue tears just being in the same ring with him.  A real American
hero... no, wait, that's "G.I. Joe".

[Max runs to the right, running away from Sal, who was dragging a long
table behind him, as the camera fades.]

Sal VO:  So while our cunning plan for tag title glory didn't work out
so well, at least one thing was accomplished.

[Sal drops the table as Max comes walking in, dragging a couch]

Max VO:  We were able to rearrange the room like we said we were
planning to.

[Fade out to black]

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Prophets of Rage
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[Fade in:

Shadoe Rage and Derek Rage stand before the PVW backdrop.  They are
dressed in their wrestling gear.  Their expressions are severe and
serious.  Shadoe Rage rubs his hands together eagerly.  Derek Rage is
more impassive with arms folded across his massive chest and broad
back.]

SR: Rise from the Ashes II, the Prophets of Rage came back from the
depths to rise nearly to the top.  Yeah, Everlasting Hell snuck away
with the titles, but the Prophets proved that once again we are always
the bar for the tag-team scene.  And now some bunch of youngsters
named the Renegades get the taste of what the Prophets are all about.
Six-man action.  William Craven and the Prophets of Rage versus
Herscher von Donkerhardt and the Renegades.  And the fans in Phoenix
get to witness greatness.

DR: William Craven is seeking to stake out his claim as the World
Champion.  He wants to be the number one contender.  We're continuing
to raise the bar for tag-team greatness.  The belts don't necessarily
always sit on the waists of the best team.  And we can see from Rise
from the Ashes II.  Perry Fontana put on a performance for the ages
and in the end he got lucky, but the Prophets of Rage have always been
the standard bearers of the PVW.  A team dedicated to competition.  A
team dedicated to being the best.  So Renegades, this is your chance
to make a name for yourselves.  You better come prepared because we're
going to go out there and do what we've been doing for years.

SR: BEAT PEOPLE UP!  YEAH!  When you look up the definition of
greatness you have no choice but to acknowledge the Prophets!  PVW is
back and so are the Prophets and now we're looking for challenges.
Who can stand up to us?  Who can compete?

DR: Renegades, will that be you or will you be just another team to
...

SR: DIE IN DARKNESS!

DR: (nodding) Fade to black.

[Fade out]