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Date - February 4th
Venue - Stegeman Coliseum, Athens, Georgia
Theme -"See You At The Show" by Nickelback
Deadline - 10PM Central Monday Night
24 Hour Deadline - YES Final Verdict 3 is in the books folks! Lemme tell ya that that pay per view will god own as a very successful one. Be sure to check out the replays all this week. But make sure ya don't miss this special Monday night edition of Shockwave! That's right folks, we're not even gonna dare run against the Superbowl this weekend. But the night after tune in to Shockwave to catch all the fallout of Final Verdict. Not to mention its rumored we could find out who the new head of security will be! So tune in for 2 jam-packed hours of great wrestling action brung to you by Professional Wrestling Today 
Main Event
CM w/Whysper vs Javen w/Nova
(This match stems from the main event of Final Verdict 3. In that match when Javen interfered, Whysper made another save for the champ. But as we all know CM wants a piece of his lil brother in the worst way. That brings us to this week's main event. Its CM against Javen with Whysper in CM's corner and Nova in Whysper's.)
Backyard Title Match
Xavier Homicide vs Matt Matlock
(At the ppv Xavier won his first piece of championship gold in PWT. Right afterwards SinDee announced she had a contract for the next shot at the belt. However Matlock is invok-i-sizing his rematch clause! SinDee tried to fight it, but PWT doesn't want to risk another legal battle. So Matlock gets his rematch and the winner then does not defending against until the match with SinDee.) Isabell Winters vs Georgia James
(Lord help us but Izzy is the official "PWT Jingle-Belle" now. She'll never let us forget it either. But folks this week Izzy better worry about her opponent. Finally we have a singles match taht has been buildingf or quite some time. Its Izzy vs Gee! Ya know the story here too. Gee dates Seif and Izzy obsesses over Seif while dating Marcus of Johnson. Naturally Gee dun like this. Nothing was settled in the SeiGee vs MarcIzz tag match a couple weeks back. Lets see if this singles match cans ettle anything) Becca McCallister Embraces Her Marriage
(Last weekend everyone expected Drew Stevenson to come in and rescue Becca. They expected him to come in and save the day for the woman he claimed to love. But in her hour of need it seems that Drew Stevenson has deserted her. So now, after failing to beat Wall$treet's hand-picked opponent at FV3, Becca has to embrace her husband.....live on Shockwave!)
Marcus of Johnson vs Bobby Johnson
(With a special Monday night edition of Shockwave, we wanta bust out a big gun or two. And lemme tell ya, nobody has a motormouth quite like Marcus of Johnson. So if he's out there running his mouth then ya know there's gonna be some ratings in return! But folks many weeks ago Bobby Johnson said he'd get revenge on Marcus. Well it looks like its that time!)
Kimberly Pain vs Elizabeth Barsi
(Is the gal really *THAT* scarey people? We just can't seem to get anyone willing to cut promos against Kimberly during the week. We're beggin a femme fatale to step up against the championess!) Akmed vs Tristan Saint
(This is the first time we're seeing Akmed in quite a while. Ya gotta wonder if he's settled his multiple-personality issues or if he's still crazy as all hell. But will it even matter to the massive Tristan Saint? The 6'11 imposing figure doesn't seem like the caring kinda guy.)
Nosferatu vs Rayne
(Rayne is a young man with the fire and passion burning inside him to make an impact in this company. So he's damn near demanded a match on this special Monday edition of Shockwave. So can he back up his words against our enigma known as Nosferatu? Tune in and find out ladies an gents!)
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| [ As the credits conclude from whichever show aired prior to Shockwave, the scene goes black. Almost as fast as the previous credits disappeared, The new scene comes to life as we see Becca Wipwreck walking down the hall. 
[ The crowd cheers the site of the boss lady as she walks. It doesn’t take long before she reaches her destination, a door labeled "Mrs. McCallister.". As she reads the name plate her face projects her clear agitation. She rolls her eyes as she shakes her head. She reaches forward and draws the door open. Upon walking in she see’s a large bouquet of assorted flowers sitting on a coffee table in the center of the room. The flowers bring a smile to her face, perhaps Drew hadn’t given up on them after all. She walked over to the flowers and withdrew a card from their midst. Becca opens it and reads aloud, "Thinking of you. There’s a gift on the Television." [ She smiles as she and the cameras turn toward the TV�?Sure enough we see a white box with a red ribbon tied around it. [ Becca walks over and unites the ribbon, promptly opening the box. Upon her opening the box we see yet another card. As Becca grabs the card from the box the camera switches to her face, thus not revealing if there was anything underneath the card in the box. [ Becca opens the card and her hopeful expression immediately becomes one of disgust as she reads, "Make sure your breath is fresh sweet heart. Love, Your Husband. UGH!" [ Becca grabs the flowers from the table and throws them across the room, making pettles fly about before she storms out of her office. As the door slams shut behind her, the camera zooms in on the "gift" in the box�?/FONT> 
[ Tooth Paste, Tooth brush, and dental floss. [ With that "See You At The Show" takes over as the PWT Shockwave Video begins playing, showing various clips of various PWT Athletes doing what they do best. After the 30 second video we pan back from the PWT-A-Vision and begin sweeping yet another craptacular arena. Fecca, "WELCOME TO PEE DUBBYA TEE SHOCKWAVE! On The Heels of one of our most highly anticipated pay per views in recent memory, I’m Bobby Fecca alongside Eddie "The Icon of Style" Styles! And we’re glad to be here for two hours of hard hittin, high impact action!"
Styles, "Did you see that Fecca?! WallStreet left Becca toothpaste! GAH-HA! That’s great!"
Fecca, "Well folks, if you didn’t get to see Final Verdict then you may not know, but with a huge assist from WallStreet, his hitwoman Eris defeated Becca Wipwreck. Now, she’s left with no choice but to come out here later tonight and publicly "embrace" her ludacris marriage."
Styles, "That’s right! And she has to seal the deal with a big ol�?kiss! In the words of WallStreet, "Make sure your breath is fresh" Becca!"
Fecca, "Things are heated and personal, there’s no telling where things might go as WallStreet attempts to humiliate his resentful "wife" later tonight. Speaking of resentful wives, Christian Michaels is in action tonight as he goes One on One with his own flesh and blood brother, Javen McMillion. And Folks, I wouldn’t want to be Javen after what happened between Christian Michaels and *his* wife at Final Verdict last Sunday. Christian Michaels is STILL the PWT World Heavyweight Champion, but at this point I’m sure that’s nothing more then a really good constalation prize."
Styles, "Once ya get a little bit of Nova’s Cane you don’t ever go back to HICK-ory Smoked Sausage again!" [ The Lights in the arena darken as "Remember The Name" by Fort Minor begins blaring over the p.a. system. Sabrina: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Vieena, West Virginia. Weighing in at 245 pounds, RAYNE! [ The fans come to life as the signiture blue lights come onto the stage. After a few seconds, Rayne steps out into the lights as the fans continue to scream loudly. Rayne walks to one side of the stage, pointing to himself and saying something inaudible. rayne walks to the other side doing the same thing. He then walks to the center of the ramp falling to his knees, and throws up his hands. Water jets begin shooting crazily from the stage as Rayne jumps to his feet. Rayne gets to his feet walking down the ramp and getting into the ring. He gets into the ring and goes towards the ropes pointing towards the fans and then pointing to himself. The cheering slowly dies out as "Fully Alive" by Flyleaf starts playing and red lights start flashing on the stage. Sabrina: And the opponent. From London, England. Weighing in at 210 pounds. He is NOOOOOOOSFERATU! [ Nosferatu walks out onto the ramp. Red smoke fills the area of the stage and ramp and Nosferatu walks down toward the ring. Once he arrives at the ring, he removes the sheathe of his rapier from his belt. He then slides into the ring under the ropes and shows his fangs to Rayne. He removes his trench coat and tosses it outside. Then the bell rings. Fecca: Nosferatu looking to make his impact in PWT. Styles: Yeah well tonight he's likely to make that impact with his face in the mat. [ The two men get into a tieup. Nosferatu gets Rayne into a headlock and Rayne throws him across the ropes. Rayne tries a clothesline but Nosferatu ducks. After bouncing off of the ropes again, Nosferatu drops Rayne with a solid dropkick to the chest. Rayne quickly gets back to his feet. Nosferatu leaps up and tries a hurricanrana but Rayne catches him and plants him on the mat with a sitdown power bomb. The ref counts one…two…kickout. Fecca: Rayne with the advantage here folks. Nice sitdown powerbomb there. [ Nosferatu is slow to get back to his feet and Rayne attempts to capitalize with a DDT, but Nosferatu counters him with a back body drop. Rayne gets back to his feet and gets hit with a spear as he turns around. Nosferatu gets up and tries to pull Rayne to his feet by the hair but Rayne punches him in the mid-section three times and forces Nosferatu to back off. Nosferatu goes for a hook himself but Rayne catches his arm and twists it around for an arm wrench. Nosferatu turns and front springs out of it and uses his other arm to sweep Rayne’s legs from under him and force him to his back. Nosferatu runs across the ropes and goes for a handspring to a moonsault but Rayne moves and Nosferatu lands on his stomach. Styles: Ahahaha! I love when these lil highflying guys crash and burn. [ Rayne picks Nosferatu up by the hair and tosses him across the ropes. He goes for The Assassination but Nosferatu grabs Rayne’s head in mid-air and drops back for a hard DDT. Rayne and Nosferatu are both down and the ref begins to start a count out. 1... 2... 3... [ The men begin to stir. 4... 5... 6... 7... [ Nosferatu is to his feet but Rayne is still being counted as he tries to get up. 8... 9... [ Rayne gets up just in time. Nosferatu immediately kicks him in the stomach and grabs his head, going for the Graverobber but Rayne takes him over with a northern lights suplex to a pin. 1...2...kickout [ Nosferatu hurries to his feet as soon as he kicks out and catches Rayne off guard as he is still rising. He bounces back off of the ropes and goes for a flying lariat. He makes contact but Rayne doesn’t fall. Nosferatu runs to the other side and springboards for a dropkick and connects. Rayne rolls back but quickly stops on his knees then rolls forward and barrels into Nosferatu for a hard clothesline. He then gets to his feet and picks Nosferatu up. He tries to hook Nosferatu for a suplex but Nosferatu quickly wraps his arm around Rayne,s neck and his leg around Rayne’s leg and snaps back for the Abyssal Evocation. Fecca: What a counter by Nosferatu! [ Nosferatu and Rayne both seem lifeless. Nosferatu finds the strength to roll over and throw his arm over Rayne. The ref counts 1...2...and right before the ref’s hand hits the mat, Rayne barely gets a shoulder up. Nosferatu sits up to his knees and looks up in frustration. He stands up and picks Rayne up by the head. He throws Rayne across the ropes and ducks low, looking for a back drop. Rayne, however, stops himself and kicks Nosferatu in the stomach. He then hooks him in a front face lock and snaps back, deliver the Rayne Drop DDT. Nosferatu hits the mat so hard that he rolls onto his back. Rayne covers for the 1...2...3. Fecca: A great match to kick off the action here tonight. Unfortunately though it doesn't go Nosferatu's way. Styles: Why does it have to be "unfortunate"? Can't we just be happy for a guy like Rayne? [ The bell sounds as "Remember The Name" by Fort Minor hit’s the PA again. Sabrina: Ladies and Gentlemen your winner, RAAAAAYNE! [ Shockwave is off to its first commercial break *COMMERCIAL BREAK* | | |
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| [ "King" by T.I. blares throughout the arena as the fans rise up off their feet and cheer for their King like they’ve never cheered for someone before. The fans are going absolutely wild man! I mean, Seifer’s making his way down to the ring right now and the announcers can barely even hear themselves talk!
Fecca: I CAN BARELY HEAR MYSELF TALK!
Styles: I can’t hear myself talk�?what? Am I saying something? ALL I KNOW IS SEIFER IS THE GREATEST!
[ You know he is. Yes you do. Stop shaking your head no, just cause it bruises your ego a little to admit it doesn’t mean in the quiet vicinity of your own home you gotta lie to yourself. He’s better than you but you’re too afraid to admit the Seifmadness flows through your veins. For those who are nodding along, probably even sporting your T.O. jersey’s as well, well then you’re a smart lad, cause Seifer is truly the best. He knows it too, look at that smug look on his face as he sports an old school Dolphins #22 jersey with ‘Morris�?on the back as well as a Giants SuperBowl Champions hat. Seifer slides into the ring and gets the usual bowing down taunt from the fans and he eats it up. Seifer is handed a microphone on a gold platter and he takes it, motioning for the fans to quiet down.
Seifer: Wel�?/FONT>
[ But still, they’re still cheering. The amount of cheers he’s getting could potentially rival that of Stephen Colbert! ZOMGZ! Finally, they simmer down now.
Seifer: Thank you. Ladies and gentlemen please, thank you! But I do got some things to say. First off, as you know Shockwave is on Monday tonight because of the SuperBowl that WallStreet and I attended and let me tell you, IT WAS OFF THE HOOK! We partied it up in Phoenix giving everyone a taste of just how Divine Intervention gets down, especially on Super Sunday.
[ Up on the tron we see highlights of SuperBowl XLII party, during the game. Inside we see a box suite with both "The Transcendent" Seifer and "The WallStreet Brawler" Taylor McCalister. Both of them enjoying the game and cheering on of course The Giants. Taylor because he’s from New York and Seifer because he didn’t want the Pats to join the Dolphins as the only unbeaten in NFL history. We see a couple clips of the game as well as celebrities going in and out, basically showing two of PWT’s biggest names spreading the word and having a good time as well down in Phoenix last night. The clip ends with that amazing escape by Eli leading to the amazing catch by Tyree and then Plaxico’s touchdown catch to give the Giants the lead with thirty five seconds to go and eventual win.
Seifer: That was awesome. To all of New York, Miami thanks you for knocking the Patriots off our block. My man Mercury himself thanks you for kicking them out of his house. The record is safe! But tonight, I didn’t come out here to just talk about the Superbowl, or to talk about records. See, the last month, month and a half you’ve seen guys like CM, Nova, Dante, WallStreet, Becca, etc.., you’ve seen them garner more attention, get talked about more than I have. You know why? Because I did just what I said I’d do once the title was no longer on DVD and that’s take a break from the top spot and let others shine. Don’t get me wrong, just because I’m not in the top spot doesn’t mean I’m not the best as you clearly saw last week in my dominating submission victory at Final Verdict. I’m just letting others have their fun. In the meantime though, I’ve got some things I want to do before I challenge for the top of the mountain again. One of those is completing my grand slam as you all know, but that’s not quite yet. The other and immediate is continuing to defend the tag titles because let’s face it, we all know I like to defend.
[ He smirks, he knows someone might disagree with that.
Seifer: After all, wouldn’t want to make little miss Isabell unhappy would we? I mean god forbid they’re defended every two months. Last I checked though, every time someone stepped up, they got or earned a shot. Half the times I went out and found challengers because no one stepped up. Now earlier a while back at Caged Combat Lucky Heat had won a contendership to these tag team titles. Or at least one girl did alongside their fill in�?uh�?that girl�?I know her name dammit, just give me a second�?ummm�?ah screw it, doesn’t matter. All I know is a match was never booked for some odd reason. So since I’m a fair man I’ll honor that title shot but�?BR>
[ "Hot In Here" by Nelly hits over the PA system and none other than former Femme Fatale Champion Summer Stratus makes her way out! She’s got a microphone on top of that.
Summer: Oh, I’m sorry, was I interrupting another Seifer hype parade?
Seifer: Nope, parade was about three weeks ago. Actually, you’re right on time.
Summer: Well glad I didn’t keep you waiting.
Fecca: You can sense the sarcasm coming from this young lady.
Seifer: Me too, that would have been horrible!
Summer: I figured since you happened to be mentioning us and the tag title shot, I’d come on out here. By the way, it was Tyna Hilton.
Seifer: Like I said, doesn’t matter. She’s not around�?/FONT>
Summer: So you’ll have to deal with Lucky and me, and this time we’re taking those belts. Though before that happens, how about we finally have that match.
[ Seifer nods.
Fecca: For those wondering, Summer had challenged Seifer back in December for a match but Seif was about to take a break from active competition for a couple weeks due to business ventures so they agreed to have the match later.
Seifer: Alright Summer, I accept the match for next week. However about that tag title shot�?/FONT>
Summer: Don’t tell me you’re going to try and get out of it.
Seifer: Nah, I’d never do that. But it was such a long time ago you girls won that I’m wondering why you never got on management or even us to get the match together. So I’ll tell you what, if you want that tag match in two weeks from now then next week when we face off.
Summer: I have to beat you.
[ Seifer grins.
Seifer: I told you I wasn’t going to try and get out of it, totally anyways. That’d be like a no brainer. No you don’t have to beat me, all you’ve got to do is last five minutes in the ring with me. If you can last longer than five minutes, you’ve got your title shot. If you can’t, well, I guess you can always try again later.
Styles: Five minutes? What a generous guy!
[ Now it’s Summer who’s amused and laughing.
Summer: Sure Seifer, you’re on! I’ll take those five minutes and wipe that arrogant smirk off your face and then Lucky and I will take our titles next week.
[ Summer drops the microphone as "Hot In Here" hits and she heads to the back. Seifer’s standing in the ring just shaking his head and laughing as he exits and slaps hands with the fans as "Can’t Be Touched" now echoes around the arena and we fade to commercial. *COMMERCIAL BREAK* | | |
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| [As Saint begins playing red and silver strobe lights begin flashing quickly setting an almost trance educing setting. A red glow fill the entry way and Tristan walks out from the gorilla position and starts bowing his head as if in prayer then stops and immediately crotch chops in unison with a red and silver pyro explosion behind him forming an X which is quickly followed by two rows of explosion going opposite of each other behind him one row black the other silver and red. he jumps as the final two go off and sprints down to the ring and slides in with a jump and spins as he slides coming to a stop under the bottom rope on the other side of the ring staring back towards the entry way. Fecca: “This should be a good match up.�?/FONT> Styles: *Yawn* [As the intro to Let the Bodies Hit the Floor starts a lone man is standing at the top of the ramp with a spotlight on him and his bowed down and his hands crossed in front of him. At the end of the intro the man throws his arms out wide and his head back and then sprints to the ring and slides in under the bottom rope and kips up when he is clear of the bottom rope. Fecca: “So what we have here is Akmed trying to re-establish himself here in PWT and Tristan Saint trying to make a name for himself but both me are looking to climb the ladder of success here.�?/FONT> Styles: “It’s not everyday that Akmed is the smaller wrestler weight wise but this Tristan Saint is a monster! 6�?1, 326 lbs .. let’s see if Akmed can compensate for his size.�?/FONT> [The bell rings and the two men lock up and Tristan shoves Akmed back, showing off his power. Akmed takes this as a challenge and goes off the ropes for a shoulder block but hits the big man’s chest and Saint goes nowhere. Akmed looks annoyed and points to the ropes and Saint goes off them now and shoulder blocks Akmed but he holds his ground against the bigger man! Fecca: �?/FONT>Akmed has that low center of gravity, that’s what saved him there.�?/FONT> Styles: “Just say it, he’s fat.�?/FONT> Fecca: “Not fat by any means Eddie, more ‘thick.�?/FONT> [Akmed goes off the ropes and comes back for another test of strength with another shoulder block but Saint catches him and powerslams him off the ropes. Saint backs up and waits for Akmed to start getting up and explodes out of the 3 point stance and takes Akmed down again with a huge shoulder tackle. He drops into the three point stance again and charges at Akmed as he gets back up but this time Akmed is ready and steps out of the way and tosses Saint by the back of the head out over the top rope and to the floor. Fecca: “That’s the experience of Akmed coming into play here.�?/FONT> [Akmed rus off the opposite ropes and comes back and leaps in between the ropes and nails Saint with a corkscrew plauncha taking the big man down. The ref starts the count as Akmed starts stomping the bigger man to the mat. At the 4 count, Akmed drags Saint to his feet and rolls him in the ring with some effort. He follows him but Saint was ready and picks up Akmed and delivers a thunderous spinebuster! He grabs Akmed off the mat and irish whips him into a corner. Saint charges in but Akmed gets a boot up, rocking the big man. Akmed hops up to the second turnbuckle and leaps off, bull dogging Saint down head first to the mat. Akmed grabs a leg, wraps it up and puts Saint in a STF. Fecca: “Smart move by Akmed here, keep the big man on the mat.�?/FONT> [ Saint is trying to get Akmed’s hands off of his head to break the pressure of the move and finally does! He gets up and looks enraged as he lifts Akmed into a fireman’s carry and then hits *Saint’s Retribution* (G2S Version 2) he covers Akmed and the refs counts the pinfall. Sabrina: “Here is your winner .. Tristan Saint!�?/FONT> [ Tristan leaves the ringside area victorious. Our scene switches to the parking area. A long black limousine is seen pulling into the Stegeman Coliseum. 
Fecca, "Well, two big men collided, only one walked away victorious�?And now it would appear that somebody’s making their arrival here in Athens."
Styles, "How observant of you."
Fecca, "I do what I can."
Styles, "And I do the other 95 percent of our job." [ The driver of the now parked Limo steps out and walks around to the back door. He draws the door open and out steps the lady Eris. The crowd boos but then WallStreet steps from the limo and those boos increase ten fold, as if there was a volume knob and somebody just cranked that sucker up to MAX. WallStreet, "You feel that Eris?" Eris tosses WallStreet a big black duffle bag and says, "Feel what?" WallStreet places the bag over his shoulder and says, "Love is in the air! My darling wife and I are about to embrace our marriage as a husband and wife should�? Eris slams the trunk shut, holding the handle on her Roll-a-luggage as she says, "Whatever you say bossman." [ WallStreet smirks again as he reaches into his jacket and withdraws a skinned onion. WallStreet, " ‘Whatever you say Bossman.�?Ya know if most wives had that attitude the divorce rate would drop dramatically." [ With that he bites into his raw onion as if it’s an apple and the two start walking into the arena. Styles, "GAH-HA! Is that an onion Fecca?!"
Fecca, "I reckon it is."
Styles, "Becca’s gonna have to kiss WallStreet and he’s gonna have�?He’s gonna have ONION BREATH! GAH-HA!"
Fecca, "What an ass."
Styles, "He is not!"
Fecca, "I Wasn’t talking about him. We’ll be right back."
Styles, "Yeah�?Wait, WHAT?!" *COMMERCIAL BREAK* | | |
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| [We come back from commercial and find PWT Interviewer Ken Mitchell hurrying outside to the parking lot of the arena. He goes running up to familiar flat black �?6 Malibu as Dante is getting out. Ken: “Dante! Dante! You’re back!�?/FONT> Dante looks around oddly. “Did I go somewhere?�?/FONT> “Is it true that you’re a Champion down in that Texas promotion and that you’re going to be leaving like Drew Stevenson?�?/FONT> Dante rolls his eyes. “Holy crap, when every other wrestler works for other companies, no one says shit but when I do it .. it’s news .. why?�?/FONT> “Well, you are the #1 contender.�?/FONT> Dante smiles and pats him on the head. “That’s right, good boy ..�?/FONT> He grabs the mic away from Mitchell and shoves him away, addressing the camera directly. “The stories of my death or exit from this company are highly exaggerated. Drew can do whatever he wants to and frankly, no one cares. Oh I’m sure maybe the boss Becca or Wally might have something to say about that but they seem to have their own melodrama going on right now. Awww poor Becca, married and dumped .. poor girl.�?Dante pretends to wipe a tear away, insensitive bastard. “The big news isn’t which WWE storyline Wally will steal this week, no, it’s that somehow C of M walked out with the Title from the pay per view ..�?He golf claps. “Good job man, I told you I was rootn�?for ya. I wouldn’t listen to a damn thing Nova says, I was pulling for ya Champ. And now where do we find ourselves?�?Dante smiles and not the pleasant type. “You find yourself staring down the barrel of a very pissed of Canadian that has something to prove Champ. That being that I am simply better then you. That your win over me last time was nothing more then a fluke because of that c*** Georgia. But you’re not like her are ya Champ? You’re not going to run and hide like she did after I buried her alive, no, you’ve got too much pride don’t ya? Look at you .. you’re brother’s turned on you .. your woman’s turned on you .. you’re daughter has turned on you .. all you have left is that precious Title of yours and soon .. you won’t have that either ..�?/FONT> [ Dante drops the mic and walks away and we cut back to the arena .. Fecca: Obviously folks that was filmed earlier today Styles: Why do you say that? Fecca: Because Dante is booked in Texas tonight and we're in Georgia. Styles: Wormhole perhaps? [ Lights flicker as the song Nobody's wife by Anouk starts and Kimberly appears walking out of the curtain with the Femme Fatale Championship around her waist.. She stands still and looks back where the crowd sees Mason coming out as the crowd’s boo’s increase.. She taunts the crowd before slowly and methodically making her way down the ramp and towards the ring with Mason by her side.. He leads her up the steel steps before following her up.. As she bends to enter the ring the audience and the camera view is obscured by Mason who blocks the image of Kim’s bend over butt..
Sabrina: "Making her way to the ring from the Sulphur Springs Sanitarium...the Femme Fatale Championess, Kimberly Pain!"
[ As Kim steps through the ropes, she unfastens the belt from her waist and hands it to the referee as she looks towards the entrance area to await the arrival of her opponent Elizabeth Barsi. Mason stands beside her as I’ve got my eyes on you by Jessica Simpson plays and Elizabeth Barsi comes out to the crowd’s cheers she runs to the left side of the stage and blows a kiss and waves to the crowd before she goes to do the same on the right side of the stage..
Sabrina : "And her opponent.. Hailing from Beverly hills california�?Elizabeth Barsi..
[ Elizabeth skips her way down to the ring blowing kisses and slapping hands on the sides of the ramp with the fans.. She runs up the steel steps and makes her way to the middle of the ring and poses for a moment before turning around stepping on the bottom rope to jump up and land in a perfect side way split.. She rolls into the ring but as she comes up she is met with Kim’s boot in the back who viciously stomps her repeatedly in the back with a smirk on her face.. In the meanwhile Sabrina and Mason have exited the ring as the bell is tolled after Kim’s third stomp to the back of Elizabeth.
Fecca : There is no need for this!
Styles : To the champ there is..
Fecca : Oh and what reason would that be ?
Styles : Haven’t you been paying attention.. Elizabeth said some things even I wouldn’t say about the Clan and it’s members!!
[ Kim taunts Elizabeth to get up and she does to try and take Kim down with a clothesline but misses.. Kim ducks underneath the attempt and counters with a belly to back suplex throwing Elizabeth to the other side of the ring.. Kim gets up with a smirk on her face and walks over to Elizabeth to have her hair pulled and Elizabeth throws Kim away with a vicious hair whip.. As Kim gets to her feet instantly she is met with a bitch slap by Elizabeth who feels pretty confident now.. She goes to attempt another one but Kim ducks it and connects with the side effect.. Both ladies get to their feet only Elizabeth is last to stand.. Kim comes towards her and Elizabeth is quick to respond with an enziguri to the head of Kimberly Pain.. Elizabeth quickly goes to the corner to climb up and do a moonsault but Kim is to her feet and throws her down to the mat back first.. Slightly angered Kim starts to stomp on Elizabeth’s knee�?BR>
Styles : Those shots to the knee should take away Elizabeth’s speed..
Fecca : Kim is methodically taking out her legs which could set up her finisher the foresight.. Haven’t seen it in a while..
[ Kim grabs the legs of Elizabeth and crosses them before turning her over and placing the Texas cloverleaf on Elizabeth.. Elizabeth is screaming in pain and just as it seems she may submit Kim releases the hold and Elizabeth crawls to the corner.. Kim comes after her but is met with a stiff kick to the ankle by Elizabeth as she tries to get back on her feet.. Kim is not giving up and grabs Elizabeth by the hand and whips her to the corner following her instantly with a running clothesline.. She does it again but Elizabeth knee gives out half way across the ring.. Kim stands there with her hands in her side and looks at the crowd as they boo her and smiles towards Mason who stands outside of the ring.. She slides her thumb along her throat signaling the end is near.. Elizabeth had taken the time to get the feeling back into her legs and comes charging in on Kim but it was seen on time and Kim ducks the clothesline attempt and as Elizabeth comes bouncing from the ropes she is met with a spinning heel kick to the side of the head.. Slightly dazed she lays near the center of the ring.. Kim grabs her arm and drags her to the middle of the ring before locking in the painfilled ending..
Styles : The champ delivered every move as promised!
Fecca : Elizabeth gave her a fight though..
Styles : Not nearly enough.. And she looks like she is about to tap..
[Kim is wrenching in the move and Elizabeth screams in pain as the crowd tries to get her to hold on by cheering the name Barsi over and over again.. Kim yells for her to tap.. And finally Elizabeth does.. The referee signals for the bell..
Sabrina : Your winner.. PWT’s femme fatale championess Kimberly Pain!!!..
[Kimberly has been told to release the hold by the referee but refuses to do so.. He starts to pull on her arm but stops once he sees Mason standing next to him.. Mason leans down and says something to Kim who immediately releases the hold.. The referee reluctantly raises Kim’s hand as the winner and returns the belt to her and Kim smirks down at Elizabeth who is writhing in pain on the mat.. Kim leans down and forces Elizabeth to look her in the eye and Kim just laughs and then to the disgust of many spits in Elizabeth’s face..
Fecca : Now that is totally uncalled for..
Styles : She is a Caine.. What the hell do you expect!!!
[Kimberly leaves the ring together with Mason and walks up the ramp to a choir of boo’s that makes her cocky smile grow even wider.. *COMMERCIAL BREAK* | | |
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| [ "If You SaMELLLLLL... Take A Shower..." is heard then "T.N.T." by ACDC hits the p.a system. The crowd boos loudly as the self proclaimed "Wrestling Perfection", the Marcus of Johnson comes out from the back wearing his in-ring attire. He pauses at the top of the ramp to soak in his surroundings and the noise from the crowd. He then shakes his arms a bit while he looks around at the crowd doing his own little version of the People's Eyebrow. He makes his way down the ramp energetically, giving a few lucky fans in the front row a brush of his hand. He slides under the ropes and walks to the far corner. He takes his time to get on the middle turnbuckle. and starts talking, but what he says can't be heard over the music and the crowd. After talking a short while, he slowly raises both arms in the air. When they're directly above him, he flexes them, then brings them down to his side and flexes the rest of his body. Marcus gets down from the turnbuckle and gets comfortable by casually leaning against the ropes to await his opponent. Fecca: Marcus looks very confident tonight. It’s almost like he is oblivious to the fact that Bobby is getting ready to try and end his life. Styles: While I am not the biggest fan of Bobby Johnson, I have been on the bad side of one of his attacks. I can honestly say that you don’t want to be on this man’s bad side. If he has his mind set on getting back at you, then that’s exactly what he is going to do. [ "The G.O.A.T.", by LL Cool J starts to play over the P.A. system. Single words start to flash up on the big screen�? NO……�?GIMMICKS…�?.NEEDED..... [ Various scene from past matches involving Bobby starts to play. Bobby giving Ricky Carter a 450 Splash off the top of a ladder, while Ricky’s laying on a table. Bobby giving Matt Matlock a Bourbon Street Blues�?in The Elimination Chamber. Bobby with a tight Bourbon Street Blues�?on Chris Stlyes. Bobby jumping off the top of the turnbuckle, and giving MJ Storm a Body Splash, while he is laying on the announce table. Bobby giving Luther Aldridge The Greatest Trademark Move Of All Time�? Bobby standing up on the turnbuckle with his arms raised in the air after winning the ICWA’s Royal Rumble 2. Bobby in the middle of the Hell in a Cell over a fallen MJ Storm, as he is holding the PWT Titanium, People’s, and Tag Team Championship’s simultaneously. Bobby holding the BUD World Heavyweight Championship high into the air after his match verses Matt Collins. Bobby executing a perfect Crescent City Connection on David Van Dam, and covering him for the three count to win the PWT Heavyweight Championship. [ Bobby makes his way out from behind the curtains, and makes a beeline for the ring. Fecca: Bobby isn’t going to waste any time in getting at Marcus. Styles: Lets hope that Marcus has good health insurance. [ Bobby darts down the ramp and slide into the ring. Marcus starts laying the boots to Bobby’s back. PWT Referee Mitch Roberts signals for the start of the match. Bobby tries to get to his feet and brings himself up to the point that only his hands and knees are on the mat. Marcus takes a few steps back and goes for a Randy Orton type kick to Bobby’s face. At the last minute he rolls to the side and the foot goes flying past him. Bobby grabs Marcus’s other leg and yanks him down to the mat. He goes for an Ankle Lock, but Marcus quickly grabs onto the ropes. Mitch Roberts tells Bobby to let Marcus go, and he does. He gets to his feet and watches as Marcus gets up to his. Bobby charges toward Marcus, but Marcus ducks inside of the ropes, which makes Mitch Roberts step in front of Bobby and order him to step back. The crowds boos loudly because of Marcus’s cheap tactics, but he doesn’t seem to care. Bobby reluctantly steps back as Marcus looks at him with a cocky grin. Marcus takes his time with coming back out of the ropes. Fecca: Marcus isn’t acting as tough as he would want us to believe that he is. He talks a big game, but from what I can see, he’s not living up to the hype. Styles: What are you talking about Bob? Marcus’s strategy is brilliant? Fecca: How so? Styles: He’s deliberately slowing this match down to throw Bobby off of his game. It’s quite obvious to me that Marcus has been listening to the advice of David Van Dam. It was David that figured out if you slow the pace down against a high motor guy like Bobby that it would throw him off. It seems to me that Marcus has been doing his homework. Fecca: It seems to me that Marcus is a pus(beep)!!! [ Bobby stands in the middle of the ring with his hand in the air. He challenges Marcus to lock up with him. Marcus looks at Bobby and tells him no thanks. The crowd voices it displeasure loudly. You can tell that Bobby is frustrated, and he charges Marcus again, which makes Marcus duck back inside of the ropes once more. The crowd is really letting him have it now, as Mitch Roberts is pushing Bobby backwards. Marcus comes back out of the ropes, and takes advantage of the opportunity by coming from behind Mitch Roberts and connecting with a hard shot to Bobby’s jaw. Bobby stumbles back a little and Marcus connects with another series of hard shots. He gets Bobby all the way back into the far corner. He grabs him by the arm and goes for an Irish Whip, but Bobby is able to reverse the move. He slings Marcus into the corner and follows that up with a Bobby Splash�?(Stinger Splash). Bobby bounces back off of Marcus, who drops down to his knees and rolls out of the ring. He starts to back his way up the ramp, which makes the crowd boo loudly. They start to throw things at him, as Mitch Roberts starts to make his count. Marcus waves his hand at the ref like he doesn’t care that he is being counted out and turns away as he walks up the ramp. Bobby can’t believe that Marcus is willing to get counted out, and yells obscenities at Marcus. The crowd starts to yell a few obscenities of their own as well. Fecca: This is just pathetic. Marcus isn’t ma enough to face Bobby. He would rather tuck his tail between his legs and ran away like a scalded dog. Styles: There’s nothing wrong with walking away from a match Bob. I’d rather be the healthy man that turned tail and ran, than the prideful son of a gun with a broken neck. Being tough isn’t what helps you to see another day. It’s being smart that does that. [ Mitch Roberts has started his count. One�? Two�? Three�?/P> [ Marcus doesn’t even look back as the ref makes the count. Four�? Five�? [ Bobby says screw this and slides out of the ring and darts up the ramp. Six�? [ He gives Marcus a hard shot to the back of the head which makes him stumble forward a little. Seven�? [ He grabs Marcus by the back of the head and runs him back down to the ring. Eight�? [ He rolls him back in the ring. Nine�? [ Then he rolls in after him. The crowd loves it and roars with approval. Bobby gives Marcus a series of hard shots to the back of his head. He gets to his feet and guides Marcus up to his. He gives him and Irish Whip into the ropes and follows it up with a Crescent City Connection�?{Face Breaker Knee Smash (The knee to the face ala Triple H)}. Bobby pops back up to his feet and lowers the shoulder straps of his singlet and lets out a loud yell. The crowd goes ballistic because they know what is about to come next. Fecca: Oh man. This could only mean one thing. Styles: Yep. It’s choke out time for old Mojo Jojo. Fecca: Bobby said that he was going to choke the life out of him, and that what he is going�?.hey, why are they coming out here? [ What Fecca is referring to is the group of PWT Security that is coming down to the ring. They slide into the ring just as Bobby is about to apply the Bourbon Street Blues�?(Rear Naked Choke with legs wrapped around opponent) to Marcus, and tackle him to the ground. They handcuff him and pick him back up to his feet. The crowd is booing loudly, and Bobby is wanting to know what is going on. The lead Security tells him that they made a random locker room search and found an illegal substance in his possession. He says that it is a bunch of bull shit, and that the stuff isn’t his. The lead security guy said that is something that he will have to sort out with the authorities. Marcus has gotten back up to his feet by this time and is just taking in what is going on. Bobby glares at him as the security detail takes him out of the ring and leads him up the stairs. The crowd is booing like crazy as Marcus just stand in the ring looking at Bobby who is being lead to the back. Fecca: What a shocking turn of events. Who would have expected something like this? Styles: I sure wouldn’t of. Who would of thought that Bobby Johnson was on the juice? Fecca: They never said what kind of substance that it was Eddie. They just said that it was an illegal substance. Besides, they wouldn’t throw him in jail for using steroids. Styles: They would if they thought that he was trying to distribute it. Fecca: Stop with the conspiracy theories please. Let’s find out what the deal is before we go jumping the gun�?/FONT> [ Marcus asks for a mic and snatches it away from the stagehand. He looks in Bobby’s direction and feints a look of disgust. Mark: I am disappointed, Bobby. I thought that this was going to be a match of the year candidate. This was supposed to be your chance at revenge, but it turned out to be a complete and utter failure. This was your chance at redemption Bobby. This was your chance to get even, but yet you blew it. You ought to be ashamed of yourself Bobby. I know that I am. After all that you have accomplished in the PWT, and this is how you repay them? You bring illegal substances into the building. You’re pathetic Bobby. Absolutely pathetic. [ The crowd continues to boo and throw things into the ring. Marcus points over to the ref. Marcus: Hey�?I never heard the bell ring ending this match. So it’s still an official one. Now start the count out and give me my win dammit!!! [ Mitch Roberts reluctantly starts his count much to the crowds displeasure. One�? Two�? Three�?/P> Four�? Five�? Six�? Seven�? Eight�? Nine�? Ten�? [ Mitch Roberts calls for the bell and raises Marcus’s hand up in victory. Sabrina: And the winner by count out�?Marcus Johnsonnnnnn!!! [ Marcus hams it up for the cameras, and the fans lets him know that he is an asshole. Fecca: Well Marcus capitalized on the situation and got the cheap win. I sure hope that he is satisfied? Styles: Who cares whether the win was cheap or not? It will go down in the record books as a win. A win over a PWT Walk of Famer at that. His second win over Bobby Johnson as a matter of fact. [ We go to commercial wif Marcus of Johnson celebrating his win. *COMMERCIAL BREAK* | | |
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| [ The scene opens up on a new, for now no name superstar in the back. He is just shaking hands with Becca and she walks away with some paperwork in hand. Another superstar with somewhat of a name, Nina, is sitting in the hallway appearing as if she is waiting for something. She catches the man’s eye and he walks up to her. Male Superstar: Hey there. [ Nina turns to him and smiles. Nina: Hey, you’re pretty cute. [ The man is taken back by her bluntness at first but only at first. Nina: What’s your name? Male Superstar: Storm, Kyle Storm. [ Nina shakes his hand. Nina: Angel, Nina Angel. My friends just call me Nina. So what are you up to? Kyle: I just signed my contract and I’m looking for a way to start off here in PWT. [ Nina thinks for a moment. Perhaps she can help him out with this. Nina: A friend of mine, Shadow, just made his return. He has only had one match so far this time around but you may have heard his name floating around the back. He made quite an impact at Final Verdict. Having a good competitive match with him, win or lose, would get your name out quickly. Kyle: Cool, you should introduce us sometime. [ Nina feels a strange presence come over her. She quickly turns and sees PWT’s Blue-Haired Hero standing right behind her. Nina: Oh my, it’s only you Shadow you just about scared me to death! [ Shadow looks at both of them then back at Nina. Shadow: Friend of yours? Nina: Yeah we just met. Shadow this is Kyle Storm. Kyle this is Shadow, his real name is Dorian. [ Kyle puts his hand out but Shadow just stares at it then nods. Kyle looks confused. Kyle: Nice…meeting you? Shadow: Greetings sir. Nina: Kyle here is looking to maybe have a match with you. Ya know, to get his name out some. [ Shadow thinks it over for a moment. Then he smiles. Shadow: I have a better idea. My partner Nosferatu has been quite busy with his new girlfriend and things of the sort and I have discussed a parting of the ways professionally with him. He agreed to it as soon as I find a partner. If you are serious about getting your name out, join me. [ Shadow extends his hand. Shadow: Friends and partners? [ Kyle doesn’t hesitate to shake his hand. Kyle: Friends and partners. [ Shadow nods in agreement. He then says farewell to them both and walks away. Nina turns to Kyle and smiles. Nina: See ya later handsome. [ Nina then addresses him with her trademark kitten purr, then walks away herself. *COMMERCIAL BREAK* | | |
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| "Clickity Clank, Clickity Clank, The Money Goes Into My Piggy Bank
Clickity Clank, Clickity Clank, The Money Goes Into My Piggy Bank
I’ll Get Atcha�? [ The crowd is going wild, a small few cheering, most booing as the PWT-A-Vision is lit up with video footage of the Corporate Icon. Fecca, "Well, I guess it’s that time folks�?
Styles, "That’s right! It’s time for Becca MCCALLISTER To embrace her marriage!"
Fecca, "I feel incredibly uncomfortable having to be out here for this."
Styles, "Then go home, because I’m plenty comfortable!" [ With that the curtain moves and out from behind it steps WallStreet to an even louder chorus of boos. 
[ Eris isn’t far behind. WallStreet tosses his onion up and down like an Apple, grinning from ear to ear before he takes a large, obnoxious, bite and starts strutting down the ramp, talking to the occasional fan and thus having pieces of onion fly from his mouth in the process. Fecca, "If you weren’t able to catch Final Verdict, here’s what happened." _______________________________________________ Eris delivers an elbow and goes for the cover. 1, 2, Only two. Eris gets up and Becca slowly starts pulling her self up. Eris goes for an Irish whip but Becca reverses. Eris hits the ropes. When she comes back Becca hits her with a stiff kick to the gut and then nails her version of the Stunner. Fecca, " CORUPTED CHOAS! CORRUPTED CHOAS!" WallStreet, " Ah Crap�? Fecca, " You’ll be saying more then that once Becca divorces your ass!"
WallStreet, "Styles, handle my light work."
Styles, "Shut Up Fecca!"
WallStreet, "………�?That’s it?"
Styles, "Well I can’t get physical�?I hurt him I have to call the rest of the show on my own. I don’t get paid enough to do that."
WallStreet, "Fair enough." [ Becca covers Eris as Mitch Roberts drops down and counts�?ONE………�?/P> [ We hear the headset drop. TWO! Fecca, " Where the Hell’s he goin?!" [ Just as Mitch is about to hit three WallStreet grabs him by the leg, pulls him out, and decks him with a stiff right hand dropping him hard on the ringside mats. The crowd boos as Fecca says, " OH COME ON! NOT AGAIN!" [ WallStreet slides in the ring behind Becca as she get’s up, wondering what the deal is. Becca t urns around and BAM! Kick to the gut! The crowd is booing loudly as he hooks her arms�?And then BLAMO! Stock Market Crash. Fecca, " THIS IS APPALING! [ WallStreet smirks down at Becca, laying motionless on her back. WallStreet heads out of the ring and lifts Roberts up, paint brushing his face to bring him back around as Eris gets to her knees, holding her neck as she crawls over and hooks Becca’s leg. WallStreet rolls Mitch back in and the fans boo as he holds his head with one hand nad uses the other to count One………………�?Two………………�? Three. Fecca, " WHAT A DAMNED TRAVISTY!" The bell sounds as Sabrina announces, " Your Winner�?ERISSS!" ____________________________________________ [ By the time that film stops showing WallStreet is in the ring and has a microphone in hand. 
WallStreet, "Last Sunday the world saw two things�?They saw a nameless kid make a name for himself and get famous at the hands of the Corporate Icon. Congratulations Shadow (the crowd cheers at the mention of Shadow’s name)�?And congratulations to Blue Cross and Blue Shield for not having Shadow as a client, because just like I promised he would be, his ass is laid up with hospital bills as thick as Akmed’s gut!" The crowd boos as Styles says, "That’s a crap load of Hospital bills!" WallStreet continues, "But the second thing the world saw�?Heh; I swear to God I outta pick up a second job as a psychic because I was two and oh for Final Verdict Predictions�?The second thing that we all saw was my lady Amazon Eris drop my wife on her over used head and pick up the One, Two, Three." The crowd boos as Fecca says, "That’s horse crap! Everyone saw what happened."
Styles, "Everyone but the Referee, and that’s what counts!" Crowd: YOU SCREWED BECCA, YOU SCREWED BECCA, YOU SCREWED BECCA, YOU SCREWED BECCA�?/EM> WallStreet, "Quite a few times. But that’s neither here nor there because right now�?right here�?You get to see the Corporate Icon do what he does best�?Swap spit with a large chested woman!" [ WallStreet flashes that award winning smile as the fans continue to boo and Eris continues to stand behind WallStreet�?What? She’s not getting paid to be Charismatic! [ "Bossy" by Kelis begins playing over the PA as the fans change their tune in an instant and erupt with cheers. The curtain moves and from behind it steps a less than thrilled Becca Wipwreck. 
Fecca, "She gave it a Hell of an effort last night and by all rights she SHOULD be divorced right now�?Unfortunately the numbers game proved to be too much."
Styles, "Every other woman on the planet would kill to be Mrs. WallStreet, the one woman who actually IS Mrs. WallStreet keeps trying to get away�?It doesn’t make any sense Bobby!"
Fecca, "The guy’s a creep!"
Styles, "The guy’s an incredibly wealthy Entertainer!"
Fecca, "So?"
Styles, "So?! So Becca’s a woman, you know Ben Franklin’s a Chick Magnet and WallStreet’s got more Ben Franklins then the US Printing press!"
Fecca, "Not all women are attracted to Money Eddie."
Styles, "Spoken like a man who’s broke and alone."
Fecca, "I’m happily married Eddie."
Styles, "Because you’re not broke. Is it just me or weren’t you on the verge of divorce when WallStreet fired you in 2006?"
Fecca, "Well�?Yeah�?But it had nothing to do with my monetary situation."
Styles, "PFFFFFT! You were about to go broke and the bitch wanted her half before your ass ran out of cash so there wouldn’t be half to get! Men make money, Women love money, Men love pie, Women have pie, thus Men hand over money and on those rare occasions we’re lucky, Women hand over a slice of the Pie."
Fecca, "Well regardless, Becca Wipwreck has plenty of her own money and she doesn’t need a guy like WallStreet."
Styles, "Well then she shouldn't have MARRIED a, quote, "Guy like WallStreet". But she DID!"
Fecca, "It was a Mistake!"
Styles, "So was my first born, but ya can’t just stuff him back in the Womb and likewise, Becca doesn’t get to just stuff this marriage back in it’s proverbial womb. So, she needs to just embrace it and enjoy it, and people like you need to get used to it and start calling her by her LEGAL name, which isn’t Wipwreck anymore�?It’s MC-FREAKIN-CALLISTER!"
Fecca, "I hope like Hell that your kid doesn’t watch our show."
Styles, "It’s alright, the broken condom’s in his baby book. He’s pretty well aware that an ECW crowd woulda been chanting "You Effed Up" in my bedroom that night."
Fecca, "…………………�? [ As the father of the year does commentary, Becca’s already rounded the security barricade and is climbing up the stairs, glaring at WallStreet each step of the way. She climbs onto the ring and enters between the bottom and second rope. WallStreet grins as the music fades and he raises the mic back up, "Hey Honey." [ The fans boo as WallStreet winks and takes another large, obnoxious, bite of his Onion. Becca, who was already handed a microphone, rolls her eyes and says, "Whatever. What do I have to do to get this crap over with?" WallStreet feigns surprise as he says, "Why Becca, It’ll never be over baby. Not "till Death do us part"." Fecca, "Everytime he opens his mouth I’m repulsed."
Styles, "Don’t lie. You like his mouth ya sick freak." Becca, "Don’t tempt me." [ The crowd erupts as WallStreet get’s a "Whatever" look on his face. He withdraws a folded piece of paper from his inside pocket. As he hands it to Becca he says, "Just read this." [ Becca takes the paper, unfolds it, and begins reading aloud. Becca, "On this Grand eve, I, Becca�? [ She glares over the paper at a smirking, still snacking WallStreet. WallStreet (mouth full of onion) says (without the mic) "Read it as it’s written." Becca snarls, "I, Becca McCallister (fans boo)�?I’m here to officially embrace my Marriage. I want to tell the world that I�?(She sighs)�?That I Lo�?I Lo�? [ She stops, closes her eyes, and tries desperately to get some level of strength to make her get through this. Fecca, "Becca’s having a hard time resiting this load of crap and who can blame her? These aren’t the types of things you say about a sleezeball like WallStreet, they’re the times of things ya say about someone ya really Love! And no matter how many times WallStreet makes Becca read a paper claiming she loves him, She just doesn’t!"
Styles, "Love’s a bogus concept that Hippies came up with to justify orgies�?Which for the record, I’d like to state that Orgies shouldn’t need any justification, I mean come on, it’s an Orgy! Ain’t nothin�?wrong with that!"
Fecca, "Loves very real, and Becca doesn’t love WallStreet."
Styles, "Ya know as I recall their issues started during Valentines Day of last year when WallStreet didn’t blow a crap load of cash on her�?That’s one point for the "Bitches just want cash" team and Zero points for the "We don’t bathe and Bobby likes us" Hippy team." Becca, "I Want to tell the world that I Lov…�?Look! Why don’t we skip all of this crap. You wanted to embarrass me and to hurt me, and you’ve succeeded. You win." WallStreet gets a slightly annoyed, yet slightly devilish look as he says, "Oh No Becca�?You don’t get out that easy. You don’t wanta read my speal about how desperately in love with me you are and how magnificent I am, then fine�?I’ll spare you that, BUT, if you don’t wanta do that then you’re gonna have to do something else." Becca, "What?" WallStreet, "You WORSHIP ME! You Get down on your HANDS AND KNEES and you WORSHIP ME!" [ Becca looks at WallStreet like he’s crazy, but WallStreet’s veins are popin out and his face is getting a lil red, so we can guess he’s pretty damn serious. The crowd is booing and Fecca doesn’t seem any more thrilled as he says, "This guy’s ego is just out of control�?Oh for God’s sakes Eddie, get off your knees."
Styles, "Shut up Fecca! I don’t bother you when you go to Church on Sundays and worship your God, don’t bother me when I worship mine!" WallStreet, "DO I LOOK LIKE I’M KIDDING?! EITHER READ THE SHEET OR START FRICKIN WORSHIPPING!" [ Eris takes a step forward, standing beside WallStreet now instead of behind WallStreet. Becca’s probably not intimidated by the two on one odds, but she definitely can’t bring herself to drop the L word at WallStreet and she doesn’t want to go through the incesious legal battle that she knows WallStreet would start despite the ridiculousness of the situation since she did agree via contract to do this marital embrace if she lost to Eris at Final Verdict�?So�?She hesitantly gets down on her knees. [ The crowd’s booing louder then they’ve booed all night. Fecca, "This is so wrong�?How can any man treat a lady like this?"
Styles, "That sir, is no lady."
Fecca, "Whatever. A Human shouldn’t treat another human this way, period." WallStreet, "NOW WORSHIP!" Becca, "How Do I�? WallStreet, "SHUT UP! I Said WORSHIP! Bow forward!" [ Becca reluctantly does as she’s told, drawing a smirk to WallStreet’s face. WallStreet starts chuckling manically. Fecca, "This guy’s lost it."
Styles, "Much the contrary Fecca, he’s got it. He has the most powerful person in the company on her hands and knees in the middle of her own ring. She may sign the paychecks, but he’s runnin the show." [ It doesn’t take long for Becca to get tired of this crap and stand up, but by the time she does WallStreet’s satisified. WallStreet, "Alright, that’ll do. Now, it’s time to seal the deal�? [ WallStreet reaches into his pocket and withdraws something. It’s small. He tosses it to Becca. She looks at it and as she does the Camera zooms in revealing a box of tic-tacs. WallStreet, "Take a couple of those bad boys and in the words of Marvin Gaye�?LET’S GET IT ONNNNN!" [ Becca takes a deep breath, and then goes ahead and pops a couple of tic tacs as WallStreet takes one last bite of his onion before tossing the remainder out to the crowd. He moves in, drawing close to her in the center of the ring. Fecca, "This�?This is wrong."
Styles, "No, this is why I have Tivo!" [ WallStreet swallows the last of his onion and gets a smile as Becca looks down at her feet. WallStreet reaches back, grabs a fist full of her hair and yanks back, making her look up at him. She closes her eyes tightly as if awaiting a dental drill. WallStreet sticks his tongue out like he think’s he’s Gene Simmons and drops down, slobbering all over her before he finally forces it into her mouth drawing a huge boo. She sticks her palms on his chest and shoves as hard as she can and pulls away, wiping her mouth and spitting about like she just had the vilest thing on earth in her mouth as WallStreet smirks gently wipes the spit from his mouth and looks like his ego is soaring higher then ever before. Fecca, "GOOD GOD! That’s just�?Just�?Sickening!"
Styles, "I think I need a change in shorts." [ Becca picks her mic back up (she’d dropped it during the worship) and now she’s the one who looks furious. Becca, "ALRIGHT! THERE! You got your stupid "embrace"! Now give me my Divorce!" WallStreet, "What?! You must be outside your wide-ass box. I’m not divorcing you. You lost your chance at a divorce at Final Verdict, and how Ironic, because that WAS in fact YOUR Final Verdict. You’re Married. The End." Becca, "NO! I Refuse. I’ll fight it." WallStreet shrugs, "So what? I’ll keep it tied up in litigation so long that it won’t matter anyway. If you ever do manage to find away to get out of this marriage you’ll be an old bat, and by then You’ll be nasty looking and thus useless to me anyway." Becca, "Fine! You wanta play Legal games, I’ll play! You’re under contract too ME! Remember?!" WallStreet snickers, "So what? You’re gonna fire me? Oh No. I have enough money to live the rest of my life like a King if I never work another day of it. Ya gonna tell me I can never have a PWT World Title Shot? Do I look like the kind of guy who give’s a damn? Is my head bald? Do I wrestle in a Singlet?" Becca, "No, but I control who, when, and how you wrestle. And if you don’t make the appreances I book, Then I’ll pull a Taylor and go to the courts." [ The crowd cheers as Becca uses his own tactics against him. WallStreet seems slightly annoyed but says, "Fine by me. Book me however you see fit, but you’re still not getting a divorce." Becca, "Next week Taylor�?Bring your gear. And tell your little sidekick to bring her’s too�?You’re gonna Wrestle�?Lori Anne McMahon and Brian Jefferson!" [ WallStreet and Eris both look at each other, then back to Becca, then back at each other�?/P> WallStreet says, "……�?Are you serious?" Becca, "As a heart attack." WallStreet, "……………………………�?GAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA" [ He starts laughing uncontrollably. Even the expressionless Eris is smirking. [ WallStreet grabs Eris and falls down on his knees, resting his head on her abs as he laughs. Styles, "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"
Fecca, "I don’t know what you bafoons are laughing about."
Styles, "Lori Anne McMahon?! Brian Jefferson?! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA"
Fecca, "That’s a pair of fine young competitors."
Styles, "………………�?HAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA" [ He falls over onto the mat, still laughing obnoxiously, and holding the mic to his mouth as he does so, so the fans don’t miss a single chuckle. Becca, "Yeah, yuk it up. But see, what you don’t know is just how motivated a young couple in love at risk of a wedding cancellation can be�?Because, just as extra motivation for Lori Anne and Brian, I’m adding the stipulation that if they don’t beat you guy’s next week, they can’t get married at Shockwave." [ WallStreet stops chuckling and pulls himself up. WallStreet, "Huh?" Becca, "Lori and Brian want to get married at the Arena on Shockwave�?I was going to let them do it after Shockwave went off the air. But now, if they don’t beat you, they don’t wed. With that motivation, the two opponents you just found so laughable are gonna come and come hard." Fecca, "The right motivation is all the difference in the world folks." WallStreet, "Yeah, alright Becca. I’ll beat their asses, and I’ll beat anybody else’s ass you send my way. As the bodies keep piling up, just remember, It’s YOUR fault, Not Mine." Becca, "And just remember when you’re ego gets shattered like a florescent light on a backyard wrestling DVD that all you have to do to make it stop is sign the Divorce papers�?But until you sign those papers, Welcome To Hell. My Name’s Becca Satan and I’ll be your guide for the duration of this tour." [ With that Becca slams the mic into WallStreet’s chest and "Bossy" by Kelis blasts back over the PA as the crowd pops and she heads for the ropes. Fecca, "Well the future doesn’t look bright for WallStreet and Eris with Becca Wipwreck in control of their fate."
Styles, "This isn’t right! What’d WallStreet ever do to Becca?!"
Fecca, "That’s an absurd question."
Styles, "That’s an absurd outfit! Shut Up!" [ Becca exits the ring and WallStreet just glares at her, saying a few undetected words as Eris nods in aparent agreement to whatever it is he said. Fecca, "Well folks, Next week it’s Eris and WallStreet against the future Mister and Misses Jefferson, but the question is, with the added motivation of the Jefferson’s wedding being on the line, can WallStreet and Eris get the job done? That’s next week, but don’t go away folks because there’s plenty left to see THIS WEEK!" [ The cameras fade on WallStreet and Eris in the ring. *COMMERCIAL BREAK* | | |
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| Isabell Winters vs Georgia James
Winner: Isabell Winters
Summary: A match that many people were looking forward to. Most wanting to see Gee finally get ahold of this triffling wench after her man. And these two ladies lived up to things. The match was highly competitive from the opening bell. However it didn't take too long before Isabell was taking the advantage with cheap tactics. However, Georgia James was able to fight and scratch her way back into things every time. But eventually, as Gee looked to be on the verge of victory, Dante Cross' theme blared over the speakers. Naturally Miss James was distracted by this. Fecca and Styles argued over whether or not Dante was really there. Turns out he wasn't and the distraction gave Isabell the chance she needed. She hit her finisher and picked up the victory. Afterwards another video from Dante played. He said he was sorry he couldn't be there in person, but he still had to make sure he lived up to making life hell for Gee. | | |
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| [ As Shockwave goes to ringide, the loud banging opening chords of Chris Cornell's "You Know My Name" sound over the arena speakers as the fans turn their attention towards the stage. The opening verse of the song plays, as the 'tron above the stage showcases various clips of Matlock in interviews, backstage and posing. As the song begins to pick up, more clips of in-ring action are shown on the screen, as Matlock, along with his fiance' Jessie Winters and manager Aubrey Baxter appear at the top of the ramp. Matt steps out from between the two women and poses on the stage. As the chorus starts to play, pyro shoots up from the stage and then all the way down the ramp. Matt stands on the stage a moment, as the ladies come down to meet him. They proceed down the ramp to the bottom as the chorus comes to an end. Matt gets close to one of the ringside cameramen, and looks into the camera as he mouths the last line of the chorus, "you know my name", as his name flashes all over the 'tron. He heads into the ring now, as Aubrey & Jessie stand in his corner. Matt paces around the ring, posing and taunting all the while. As the song comes up on the second chorus, he heads for the top and stretches his arms to his side as pyro similar to that of HBK blasts in the ring. As Matt lowers his arms the pyro subsides, and as he steps down to look towards the stage, awaiting his opponents for the evening.
Sabrina:"Already in the ring from Cape Breton Island Nova Scotia Canada...Matt Matlock!!!" [ As Matlock looks up the entrance ramp, the lights in the arena flicker on and off for a few seconds and then "Grew Up a Screw Up" plays throughout the P.A. system. 10 seconds into the song Xavier walks out onto the stage with a serious look on his face and the Backyard Championship around his waist.
Sabrina:"And making his way to the ring from Miami, Florida...he is the PWT Backyard Champion, Xavier Homicide!"
[ He stans still for a moment and looks around the arena. After he scans the arena he holds his fist in the air then walks down the ramp. He jumps on the ring apron and steps in the ring between the top and middle rope. He takes off his necklace and watch and hands it to thetimekeeper. He then takes off his shirt and throws it to the fans as before giving the ref his title as he warms up for the match and awaits the bell to ring.
Fecca:"Xavier beat Matlock at Final Verdict to win the championship and now Matlock's looking to get it back. I'm just not sure he can."
Styles:"Well I think he can."
Fecca:"We'll see."
[ As the bell rings, Matlock comes at Xavier with a clothesline but Xavier ducks underneath. As Matlock turns back around, he is met with a hard right hand, which causes Matlock to stumble back against the ropes. Xavier then dropkicks Matlock, who falls through the ropes to the outside. As Mattlock is slowly getting to his feet, Xavier runs and hits Mattlock with a baseball slide, which causes him to go back and hit his head on the barricade. Xavier then goes out to the outside and picks up the steel steps. He raises them up and goes to drive it into Matlock's head that's against the barricade, but Matlock moves out of the way. As Xavier turns with the steps in hand, Matlock kicks them into Xavier, who drops them as he bends forward. Matlock then irish whips Xavier into the ringpost. As Xavier stumbles forward, Matlock grabs him and tosses him back in the ring. Matlock reaches under the ring and pulls out a trash can and grabs a steel chair and tosses them in the ring before sliding back in the ring himself. As Matlock gets to his feet, Xavier is stumbling around on his. Matlock kicks Xavier in the gut and takes him down with a Tornado DDT. Xavier's head is driven into the steel chair from when Matlock threw it in the ring. He then rolls Xavier over and goes for a cover.
Styles:"See I told you Matlock was going to win!"
[ The two commentators watch as Xavier kicks out just before the three count.
Fecca:"It's not over yet...the champ kicks out!"
[ Fans are cheering and getting behind Xavier, but Matlock doesn't seem to worried as he has he has the control. He pulls Xavier up from the mat and lifts him up onto the top rope. Matlock then goes and picks up the trash can. He then goes back to Xavier and hits him over the head with it before dropping it to the mat. As Xavier is swaying on the top rope, Matlock climbs up and sets Xavier up for the Matlock Drop.
Styles:"Matlock's last DDT wasn't enough, but I think this one will get the job done!"
[ Before he can connect with it, Xavier manages to knee him in the midsection before reversing the hold and taking Matlock to the mat and landing on top of what's left of the trash can with the Jackpot. Xavier then makes cover and picks up the one, two, three.
Sabrina:"The winner and still PWT Backyard Champion....Xavier Homicide!"
Fecca:"So much for Matlock getting the job done huh Eddie?"
Styles:"........"
Fecca:"For once the man is speechless! Amen!"
[ After the match, Matlock's fiance and Aubrey Baxter came in the ring to check on him as the ref gave Xavier the Backyard Championship and raised his hand in victory. Fans were cheering as Xavier got out of the ring and headed to the back. He was about halfway up the ramp when suddenly Travis McNeil hops the barricade. Xavier is ready to fight, but from behind he's blasted by SinDee with a beer-bottle! The former Femme Fatale championess talks some smack as we head to commercial. *COMMERCIAL BREAK* | | |
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| [ Matlock's making his way up the ramp after all the hoozah hizzah craziness. A security guard appears and gets in his way. Matlock stops and look up at him confused. A couple more security guards walk out from the back and stand beside him. Even more walk up the ramp and get behind Matlock, who is conscious of all of them, but still confused. The same security guard that talked to Bobby Johnson during his and Marcus's match finds a microphone.
SG: Matthew F.J Matlock has been identified and classified as a legitimate threat to the well-being and safety of any and all PWT employees. Until further notice, Matlock is to be banned from all aggressive activity by order of the new Head of Security.
[ There's a little pop from the crowd at the knowledge that there's a possible new face on board. A camera follows Matlock as he's being escorted into the back. They wind around a little bit until they reach a door that says "Security". The crowd holds their breath as only two security guards accompany Matlock into the room, the rest go out to patrol or something. The room itself is not much bigger than any other executive office, except there's a lot more desks crammed in there. Things look a bit unorganized, probably due to not having anybody really in charge for so long. The two men escort Matlock to an chair in front of a desk with nobody on the other side, then stand off not too far away. Matlock doesn't really know how to act, so just sits and waits. From the side of the camera moves in none other than PWT's resident motor-mouth... the Marcus... of Johnson. The crowd pops like Akmed's stomach when punctured by a needle. Matlock's jaw drops too. Marcus has a snazzy suit on and is wiping his head with a towel, apparently recently got out of the shower. He looks at Matlock, and sits on the opposite side of the desk. He clears his throat, makes room for his connected hands on his desk, and prepares to speak.
Mark: What are we going to do about you, Matlock?
[ Matlock's jaw finally goes back up. He shrugs and gives Marcus a "what the hell are you talking about" look.
Matlock: Wha'd I do?!
Mark: Apart from randomly attack a number of superstars with your monkey wrench with unbiased relentlessness... you were born in Canada and and force people to look at your ugly face on a daily basis, and in your most recent promo you said, and I quote, that you got "f*cked long and hard."
[ Marcus pauses on that note, Matlock acts like there was nothing weird with anything he just said.
Mark: Honestly, Matlock? Nobody wants to know that kinda sh*t, especially when it's coming from you! Keep your homo activities to yourself!
Matlock: What the hell, man?!
Mark: You need to be controlled. I just can't let somebody like you run around PWT so wrecklessly... it makes me look bad.
Matlock: Screw you, Marcus!
Mark: Whether you like it or not, it's going to happen. From now on, you will have two chaperones, who are Not homosexual, so don't try...
Matlock: Are you f*cking kidding me?!
Mark: No! They really aren't homosexual.
Matlock: That's not what I was talking about!!!
[ No denial!!!
Mark: You will be monitored until we feel you can act responsibly. Force will be used if necessary, so... DO try and get along with the other kids, hm?
[ Matlock can't believe what's happening to him. The security guards help (force) Matlock out of his seat, but he keeps looking back at Marcus like the look on his face might change his mind or something. Marcus smiles and waves as the scene fades to another part of the arena... [ The cameras draw to the back where we see WallStreet and Eris both heading toward their limo in the parking lot, neither seemingly thrilled at the news of their bout next week. "WALLSTREET! WALLSTREET!" [ WallStreet stops, closes his eyes and takes in a deep breath as he knows that annoying voice all to well and needs to calm himself. [ The cameras pan back and there’s Ken Mitchell with the microphone. Mitchell, "Before you leave tonight I’d like to get your comments on two things." WallStreet turns around, clearly not in the mood and says, "What?" Mitchell, "Well firstly, a little earlier tonight Dante Cross made mention of never knowing which WWE Angle you’re gonna rip off next. This is his second time since your return making such a comment. Care to respond?" WallStreet, " ‘Angle�? Unless we’re talking about a 1996 Olympic Gold Medal winner I’m not sure why that’s a word that would even come up in an interview on a live wrestling show. Especially from a guy who'S constantly talking crap about "shooters" and insisting that more often then not, he doesn’t partake in those practices. But Hypocrisy and horse crap’s always kinda been his gig. But be that as it may, I’ll put it real simple�?You can say whatever you want to about what I am involved in on TV, But if I’m involved people are watching. Probably why he’s so keen on trying to get me to lash out. Well sorry Kiddo, this is as much as you get. But when I’m involved in something, regardless of where, when, or with whom, all you hear is people saying "I wanta see what happens next" or even if you hear negative criticisims such as the ones he’s offering, You still hear something. However, when Dante’s around, all I seem to hear is crickets for a few weeks, and then a rumor on the homepage that he feels ignored, or like he’s getting the "Cold Shoulder"�?That’s tough. When ya leave the comfort of a company you run the book in, you get to really see just how over you are and just how much you matter based on the way you’re booked and put over elsewhere. Me and My "WWE-Lite" self get’s feedback regularly and booked however I’d like, Dante feels like he’s getting the cold shoulder. Let's analyze that... Dante Cross number 1 contender for the top strap in the company, Feels ignored... WallStreet, "Stealing WWE Angles", wrestling guys with no name value, Never ignored and is the biggest active draw here outside of the current situation between Nova and Cm... I could talk for days but the facts speak pretty clearly for themselves. NEXT." Mitchell, "Next week you face Lori Anne McMahon and Brian Jefferson and their motivation is stronger then ever before�? WallStreet, "Yeah, yeah. What this boils down to is Becca trying to strong arm me into giving her a divorce. The problem here is she didn’t book me against Novacane and Angle, or Whysper and What’s her face or Seifer and Georgia�?A Male-female combination that could produce. She put me against Lori and Brian. I don’t get it. She’s trying to get tough with me by having Eris and I steam roll over a couple of chumps and ruin their lil wedding plans to boot? Something’s up. Becca knows full well that these are the kinds of people I run over without even noticing. There’s more to this then meets the eye, she’s got something up her sleve. Well if she thinks Eris and I are just gonna walk in there unaware and unprepared, and just act like we have the night off, she’s got another thing coming. I don’t know what she’s got up her sleve or how she plans to play it, but neither Jack, Queen, King or Ace has what it takes to beat a Corporate Flush. Next week on Shockwave keep the tally board tilted, WallStreet All, Becca Zilch." [ And with that the Corporate Icon and Eris continue along their way as the cameras fade from Mitchell�?/P> *COMMERCIAL BREAK* | | |
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| [ This special Monday edition of Shockwave returns from that previous commercial. Fans are already on their feet knowing that its time for a very personal Main Event. And with Sabrina in the ring now, its merely moments away. Sabrina: It is now time for tonight's main event of the evening! [ The fans pop loudly, ready to see brother vs brother. Sabrina: This match is scheduled for one-fall! And it has been ordered by Becca McCallister that there MUST be a definitive winner! No countouts.......No Disqualification.........Pinfall or Submissions only! Fecca: Oh my what an announcement Eddie! Tonight we'll find out just which brother is the better professional wrestler. Styles: Isn't it obvious? Javen is the better of the two. Why? Because he was smart enough to listen to the old saying: If ya can't beat 'em, join 'em. Fecca: From where I sit that only shows me that Javen is nowhere near the man I thought he was. Styles: The man you thought he was? Did you expect him to be like Da Vinci or something? The guy used to get off on stealing Becca's underwear! Fecca: Fair enough. [ "Eye of the Tiger" by Survivor hits the speakers and the fans go wild. They break out into chants of "Michaels! Michaels! Michaels!". And the lights dim down as CM's entrance video kicks up on the tron. Sabrina: Introducing first, wrestling out of Ripley, Tennessee......He is the reigning PWT Heavyweight champion of the World......This is "The Southern Heartthrob" CHRRRRRRRISTIAN MIIIIIIIICHAELS!!!! [ Suddenly there's an explosion of pyrotechnics on the stage. The stage covered by thick grey smoke. Once the smoke clears away there stands the Southern Heartthrob. His back is to ring in a Y2J-like pose before he finally spins around. CM starts making his way down t he ramp, slapping hands with some of his fans. Behind him walks Whysper, who is not really keen on slappin hands. Sabrina: And accompanying him to the ring tonight.......He is a former TITANium champion......This is....WHYSSSSSSSPER!!! [ Even though he's not really one of the good guys, the fans give him a respectful pop. But as Whysper and CM enter the ring, the music fades away. The cameras getting a good shot at the cast on CM's left hand. Fecca: Ladies and gentlemen, that cast you see on Christian's left hand is a direct result of last weekend's heinous actions after the Final Verdict main event. Upset that he had lost, Nova slammed the door of the cage Rhya had been in on the left hand of Michaels. Doctors have advised the reigning champion not to compete for the next few weeks. They wanted him to give that hand time to heal up. But the champion refused and doctors settle for a compromise of that cast during matches. Styles: Oh boo-frickin-hoo! Be a man and wrestle without that protective cast! [ And then "God's Gonna Cut Ya Down" by Johnny Cash plays over the speakers. Immediately the fans are booing like there's no tommorrow. It only gets louder as Javen and Nova step onto the stage. Nova, leader of these damned Caines, is taunting the Heartthrob. He's acting like his left hand is hurt as well. But Javen has his eyes locked directly onto his brother. CM an Whysper approaching the ropes as the Caine representitives march down the ramp. Sabrina: And now on his way to the ring......He is a former Peoples champion and three-times Backyard champion.....This is JAAAAAAVEN!!!! [ The boos get louder. Sabrina: In his corner tonight......The TITANium champion and Leader of the Caine Clan.......NOOOOOOOVACAAAAAAAINE!!!! [ And now the roof is damn near blown off the arena with boos. Fecca: Well it would appear as if Nova and his misfit clan are not very welcome tonight in Georgia. Styles: Bah! Who want to be welcome in a state that borders Tennessee anyways? Fecca: Eddie, do you realize soon our tour takes us through Tennessee? Styles: So? I'll just have to take a few extra showers after each show we do there. [ Nova and Javen arrive at the bottom of the ramp. They begin exchanging words with both CM an Whysper. Suddenly though CM and Whysper leap over the top rope and onto Javen an Nova! CM taking out Nova and Whysper taking out Javen. All four men racing to their feet. Michaels begins unloading with stiff right hand shots, rocking Nova. Behind them its Whysper who's lighting up Javen like a Christmas tree. CM an Whysper then try and whip Nova an Javen into each other. But its reversed by the Caines. Whysper though leap-frogs over CM but gets clothesline out of the air by Nova. CM ducked for Whysper to leap-frog and tears through his brother with a spear. Meanwhile Nova's putting the boots to Whysper and notices CM in a mount, raining down right hands on Javen. Nova comes over and yanks CM off Javen by his hair. The Heartthrob blocks a right hand from Nova. He fires back with his own right hand shot. CM fending off Nova until he's clotheslined from behind by Javen. The enigmatic younger brother of our champ holding his older brother for Nova to unload on. Fecca: Come on ref! Get control of this situation! Styles: Oh let 'em fight Bobbsie [ As Nova goes to town on CM with straight right hands, Whysper gets to his feet. He see's the current situation an hops onto the apron. Whysper then springs onto the ropes and then back with an asai moonsault taking out Nova, CM, Javen, and himself! The fans all on their feet cheering for this action. Fecca: Oh my God! Oh my God! Whysper with an asai moonsault taking out the Caines, CM, and even himself! Styles: Someone get me immagration! Fecca: We've got to take our last commercial break folks! We'll be right back after this! [ Shockwave fades to commercial as the four world-class stars begin to stir. *COMMERCIAL BREAK* [ The last commercial break of the evening is over. We're back live where things seem to have been settled down. Whysper and Nova are in their respective corners as Javen has CM in a corner. Javen currently at six on the ole ten-punch combo. But at eight CM takes his lil brother drops him into a reverse atomic knee. Javen hops up an down holding his groin. He doesn't hop long before his older brother runs through him with a clothesline. Fecca: Welcome back to this special edition of Shockwave on Monday night. Folks before the break all hell had broken loose between the two individuals in the ring and their respective cornermen. During the break we finally got things seperated. Javen gained the upperhand until just now. Styles: Why aren't those atomic knees illegal? [ CM picks his brother up and whips Javen to the ropes. Javen rebounds off the ropes and goes up an over thanks to a CM delivered backdrop. The impact to the mat causing Javen to sit up and hold his lower back in pain. And just for good measure CM delivers a hard kick right to the spine. Javen screaming out in pain. He gets to his feet and takes a kick to the mid-section. The champ maybe thinking its time for a "Just Like That" twist of fate. But as CM spins out to complete the move, Javen reverses and gets CM in position for maybe a reverse ddt? NO! He's looking for the "Javen-Effect" reverse twist of fate Styles: Here comes the end of this match Bobbsie! [ No! CM turns to where Javen could nails a regular ddt, but he has no chance. The reigning champion of this company reverses into a Northern Lights suplex. Bridges for the pin. ONE...........TWO.......KICKOUT! Fecca: CM with a reversal and a nearfall there. [ Both men to their feet. CM with a knife edge chop to Javen. The crowd WOOOO's and Javen fires off a right hand shot. Chop! WOOOO! Right hand shot! The cycle continues until CM chops his lil brother into a corner. He then really unleashes those stinging chops to his lil brother. Now its CM looking to try the ten-punch combo. But he's only up to 4 when Nova hops up on the apron. CM distracted points at Nova, warning him to stay back. Unfortunately though he took his eye off the ball and Javen shoves CM to the mat. Quickly Javen to the top rope. He goes for a 450 splash but CM gets the BAH GAWD knees up! Javen slams into them and flips over to his back, holding his stomach. Fecca: Michaels able to counter again. But he needs to get to his feet and take advantage here. Styles: Get up Javen! Nova spared you from punishment earlier, but I doubt he'd do it a second time. [ CM manages to roll to a corner and pulls himself up. About that time Javen gets to his feet and he charges his brother in the corner. WHAP! Christian Michaels nails a "You Just Got Whapped" superkick to the chops of his baby brother! The crowd explodes with cheers as Nova is beside himself outside the ring. CM makes a pin. ONE...............TWO...........THRE-NO! Kickout by Javen just before the fatal three count. The fans now boo as Nova looks on satisfied now. Styles: AHAHAHAHAHA!!! Bob you and all these morons thought this match was over! Didn't you? Fecca: Yes. I admit it dammit! I thought that this match was over right there, but given Javen his just due. He managed to kick out of a superkick that has put down many a great competitor in Professional Wrestling Today. Styles: And in just a minute or two Javen's gonna break his glass ceiling. He's going to beat his big brother, the reigning Heavyweight champion. [ Once again both Javen and CM are on their feet. Another attempt at the "Whapped" superkick, but Javen catches the foot this time. He shakes his head no and throws the foot down. But CM manages to pivot on the other and spin back around with his leg and catch Javen with a "Dragon-Whap". CM about to go for a pin when suddenly the crowd is off the charts booing. Michaels looks up and from different areas of the crowd the rest of the Caine Clan flood into the ringside area. Fecca: What the hell is this?! Styles: The calvary Fecca! [ Whysper pops to the apron, runs across and dives into Mason. There's enough momentum behind Whysper to stagger Mason back to the ringside barricade. He starts unloading everything he has on this behemoth. But there's Nova from behind with a forearm shot. Meanwhile Josiah has gotten onto the apron with his cane in hand. CM though comes over to take care of him and nails Josiah with a shot from Michaels cast! Josiah drops like a sack of bricks. CM is about to go and help Whysper but he hears footsteps behind him. The Heavyweight champ whips around and Kimberly Pain jumps onto him. She wraps her legs around Michaels' waista nd just starts letting him have it with lefts and rights. He's trying to pry her off and never notices Angelique come into the ring. She takes the champ down with a chop block to the back of the left knee. Kimberly still rainig down her fists to CM's face. Fecca: Come on now! Someone do something about this. Styles: Hey! It was so ordered that this match would have a definitive winner.....Pinfall or submission only. Haha! [ By now Javen is up and he see's Whysper somehow fighting back against Nova. So he rolls outside the ring and grabs the chair right from under Sabrina. Javen slinks up behind Whysper and nails the Silent Warrior with a wicked chairshot across the back. The shot echoing throughout the arena. Whysper goes down and immediately Javen pounces. He and Mason beating the tar outta Whysper. Nova now slides into the ring, with that chair that Javen just bashed Whysper with. He instructs Angel and Kim to get CM to his knees. They do as instructed and Nova slaps CM across the face. Nova: Look at me hillbilly! Fecca: This is getting out of hand here. Isn't there anyone backstage who'll do something about this? Styles: Not if they know what's good for them. [ CM glares at Nova and tries to get free. But before he has a good chance Nova slams the chair right over CM's head! Kim and Angel letting CM drop. Right away we can see that the staples or stitches or both have been busted. Blood gushes over the face of Michaels almost immediatly giving him the crimson mask. Nova: Bring me the spick. [ Mason tosses Whysper into the ring and then climbs in himself. Javen slides under the bottom rope and even Josiah manages to get in the ring. Nova then instructs them to tie Whysper in the ropes. Once its done Nova pulls out his razor that he carved into CM with. Whysper struggles to free himself of the ropes but its no use. He can't get free as a grinnin Nova approaches. But suddenly the crowd roars as CM charges through the Caines and spears Nova in the back. The sinister leader of the clan hits the mat and loses his razor. Right away the rest of the clan start to put the boots to CM. Fecca: Dammit! Christian Michaels trying to fight but these odds are too overwhelming. Good lord would someone get out here?! [ A pissed off Nova ends up nailing his "Concussion On Delivery" finisher to the Heartthrob. And then he instructs Mason to nail a devastating chokeslam on CM. Angel and then Kim hitting one of their finishers each. Then finally Javen hits the "Javen Effect" reverse twist of fate. Nova then gives the ok to end the match. Javen doing it in such a disrespectful manner by simply putting a foot on CM's chest. ONE...............TWO..............THREE!!! The bells sounds and this one is over. Styles: JAVEN WINS! JAVEN WINS! JAVEN WINS! Fecca: Yeah, after a glorified mugging of his big brother! All of those sickos in the irng should be locked up somewhere! They don't even deserve to share this planet with the rest of us! Styles: Hey you better watch it Fecca. The Caines do watch replays of this show. Fecca: I don't give a God damn! Each and every one of them can go to hell for all I care! [ Sabrina waits until the Caines start up the ramp before making the official announcement. Sabrina: Here is your winner.....JAAAAAAAAVEN!!! [ At the top of the ramp the Caine Clan all raise their hands in victory. Meanwhile in the ring refs and other officials are pouring into the ring. Some go to the ropes to free Whysper while others are checking on CM. Shockwave fading off the air with the final scene of teh Caines standing triumphantly on the stage. | | |
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