Fecca, "That of course was once again PWT Collison and you can find all the details on that at dubbya, dubbya, dubbya, dot, pee dubbya tee, dot, com. In Any event, What a great display of skill on the part of Tee Oh Gee."

Styles, �?FONT color=#009900>WallStreet probably had the flu or something. There’s no way this guy’s hangin�?with the Corporate Icon."

Fecca, "There’s no question he’s the under dog in this contest, but I believe he’s got a solid chance."

Styles, "I bet you also believe in Santa Clause and the Tooth Fairy! Although after having seen the picture of your family reunion where that big fat white bearded man was making out with that effeminate guy in the corner I guess I can see why."

Fecca, "I’ll have you know that larger gentleman was my father and that wasn’t an effeminate guy he was with, that was my mama."

Styles, "Ouch!"

[ WallStreet, who had been glaring out to the masses, finally steps between the ropes as That One Guy is in the corner taking some words of encouragement from the always voluptuous Silicone Sally who’s behind him on the outside of the ropes.

[ The music draws to a slow fade and referee Frank Mason calls for the bell as Sally drops off the canvas.

[ WallStreet looks at That One Guy and brushes off his shoulder with an arrogant snicker as if to say he’s just a piece of dirt to be brushed off. That One Guy doesn’t bother getting riled up as the two start circling around the ring. They suddenly shoot into the center and go into a neck and elbow grapple, although That One Guy waists no time swinging around behind WallStreet hooking a rear waist lock and drawing a small cheer from the fans. WallStreet grabs That One Guy’s hands and jumps to add force, breaking the waist lock and taking the left arm around TOG’s back to apply a hammerlock submission. That One Guy let’s out a yell of pain as he slaps his shoulder to signal to everyone where the pain’s shooting the most.

Fecca, "That One Guy comes out of the grapple with the rear waist lock, but WallStreet manages to break the lock and reverse into a tight Hammerlock submission."

[ That One Guy suddenly ducks down and dips around, managing to grab WallStreet’s left arm and dip behind the corporate Icon reversing with a hammerlock of his own and drawing a solid reaction from the fans.

Fecca, "That One Guy counters WallStreet’s hammerlock with one of his own."

[ WallStreet goes to dip under the same way that TOG had just a moment ago but That One Guy senses it and immediately relinquishes the hammerlock and takes back another rear waist lock, stopping WallStreet’s reverse attempt dead in it’s tracks.

Fecca, "WallStreet was about to counter out of the hammerlock but That One Guy saw it coming and went to the rear waist lock. This kid’s sharp as a tact."

WallStreet starts yelling, "HE CAN’T DO THAT! I WAS ABOUT TO REVERSE! HE CAN’T STOP A REVERSAL!"

[ The official shrugs and emphasizes that it’s all been clean thus far. WallStreet get’s a sour look on his face and suddenly tries to shoot his right elbow back, however That One Guy sees it coming, releases the waist lock, ducks the elbow, and shoves WallStreet making him dart to the ropes. WallStreet bounces off and goes for a stiff clothesline but That One Guy ducks under, retakes the rear waist lock and this time hoists WallStreet up and drops him down hard on his chest with a rear waist lock take down that draws a huge cheer from the fans.

Styles, "OH COME ON!"

Fecca, "That One Guy’s been one step ahead of WallStreet thus far."

[ WallStreet sprawls about, getting to his ass as That One Guy maintains the rear waist lock. WallStreet rolls to his hands and knees. WallStreet fights up to his feet as That One Guy maintains the rear waist lock. WallStreet drives forward with his chest hitting the ropes. He hooks the top rope with his forearms, hoping that the force of the ropes bouncing them back would shoot through and make That One Guy snap back, however TOG is relentless and maintains that rear waist lock. Guy tries to pull WallStreet back but The Corporate icon hugs the top rope, refusing to be moved. Mason comes around on the left side trying to force WallStreet’s arms off the rope. As the referee’s focus is on WallStreet’s arms being around the top rope WallStreet swings his right leg back, nailing That One Guy with a stiff low blow making TOG instantly release the rear waist lock and stumble back, doubled over holding his groin.

Fecca, "Well I think that one fell a bit south of the belt line."

Styles, "Huh? What are ya talking about?"

[ WallStreet releases the ropes and turns around with his arms up, as if to implicate to the ref that he’s not doing anything. He takes a couple steps forward with his hands up like that and then quickly grabs a fist full of the doubled over TOG’s hair with his left hand and drives a hard right hand right into his skull, making him drop back hard on the mat. The crowd boos and the referee instantly admonishes WallStreet for the application of the closed fist. WallStreet adjusts the waist band on his trunks as he swaggers and points out to Silicone Sally and loudly states, "Now You can see How a REAL man Wrestles." She glares and sends some words his way that the camera doesn’t pick up as WallStreet sees That One Guy trying to pick himself up off the mat. WallStreet saunters over hooks the neck and the wind breaker pants of That One Guy and hoists him up vertically into the air. WallStreet begins slowly walking around the ring showing off his impressive strength as the fans boo, Eris applauds and Silicone Sally looks concerned. Then�?BAM! He drops back in the middle with a big stalling suplex. WallStreet floats over into a lateral press as Mason drops down and counts …………………One………………Two Barely two as That One Guy kicks out drawing cheers from the fans. WallStreet doesn’t seem pleased as he grabs That One Guy by the left wrist, flips him over to his chest and draws back on the arm with a strong arm bar. That One Guy screams in pain as WallStreet bridges up and brings the arm about as far back as he can without ripping it out of the socket.

Fecca, "Great application of the arm bar from WallStreet to That One Guy."

Styles, "Everything WallStreet applies is with "Great Application" Fecca!"

Fecca, "I would certainly never dispute the great wrestling capabilities of WallStreet. However, I just think it’s a shame that more often then not he feels the need to take short cuts and achieve his success through dirty tactics and unsportsmanlike conduct as opposed to working hard and utilizing his well crafted skills."

Styles, "And I just think that you and your fantasies of Sportsmanship are a pocket protector short of getting the Lame-oh of the year award."

[ As WallStreet’s attempting to make That One Guy tap out with the arm bar, That One Guy’s gotten to his knees in a desperate attempt to find a way to get out of this hold before it forces him to tap out. The crowd is Rallying behind That One Guy, making him get even more dedicated to breaking free as he goes from both knees to one knee and starts pushing up. That One Guy gets to his feet, still bent over as WallStreet still has the arm bar, although not as well as he had it down on the mat. That One Guy balls up his left fist and swings around driving it hard into WallStreet’s abs. WallStreet’s eyes get wide as he doubles over slightly but maintains the hold. That One guy pushes him back a little and hits another hard right. He pushes him back more until he has WallStreet’s back on the ropes. That One Guy delivers another hard right thus making WallStreet finally break the arm bar. The crowd is going nuts as That One Guy grabs WallStreet by the wrist and goes to Irish Whip him across the ring. Unfortuantly WallStreet swings around reversing the Whip and shooting TOG across instead. That One Guy bounces off the ropes and WallStreet delivers a stiff kick in the gut, stopping him in his tracks and doubling him over in the center of the ring. WallStreet grabs That One Guy’s left arm, draws it out, spins with it to put it in a modified wrist lock and holds it with his left hand as he comes around and lifts up the right Corporate Elbow, and drives it down in to the arm of TOG making that One Guy drop down holding his arm. WallStreet looks out to the crowd with a little anger as he yells, "HOW DO YA LIKE THAT?!" They boo loudly.

Fecca, "That One Guy managed to escape the arm bar and nearly got back on top, however WallStreet like a shark that smells blood went right back to work on that arm."

[ WallStreet delivers a stiff stomp on the left shoulder of That One Guy drawing a loud "GAAAAH" out of him. WallStreet bends down, grabs That One Guy’s left wrist and extends his arm out to the side. He holds That One Guy’s left wrist down on the mat, Jumps up and drops down driving the knee into the arm making That One Guy bring it back under his chest immediately and roll to his back holding his arm as he thrives in pain. Silicone Sally tries to yell words of encouragement to Which WallStreet, who’s on a knee by That One Guy, points to her and yells, "SHUT YOUR MOUTH WHORE!" Sally’s eyes get wide as she hops up onto the canvas like she may wanta get in the ring. WallStreet points toward her while yelling at the referee, "KEEP HER ASS OUTTA HERE!" Mason darts over to do his job and as soon as his back is turned WallStreet grabs That One Guy’s left arm and drags him back a couple steps to the ropes behind them. WallStreet takes that left arm he’s been zeroing in on, drapes it over the second rope thus forcing That one guy to his knees, and then places a foot on the second rope while holding That One guy’s wrist and pulling back on it underneath the second rope, making that One Guy scream.

Fecca, "Aww Come on! Silicone Sally was trying to voice her discontent for the disparaging remarks from WallStreet and with the official distracted WallStreet’s trying to use those ring ropes to break the man’s arm!"

[ Sally’s jumping up and down pointing behind the ref trying to explain what’s going on. WallStreet glances over his shoulder and sees that she’s trying to point the ref his way so He releases the arm and walks over to the ref just as he’s starting to turn around. WallStreet starts puts a hand on the Ref’s shoulder to subtly keep him looking toward Sally as he starts arguing with Sally. Meanwhile, That One Guy’s arm is still hanging over the second rope so Eris reaches up, grabs his wrist with both hands and then jumps up, swinging her legs around his shoulder and leaning back, thus putting all of her weight on the arm of That One Guy and making him scream in pain.

Fecca, "Come on already!"

Styles, "What?!"

Fecca, "What?! What do you mean "WHAT?!" Eris is blatantly interjecting herself in a match she has no business interjectin�?herself in!"

Styles, "Huh? All I see is Silicone Sally and let me tell ya, I’d like to "interject" myself in that!"

Fecca, "For God Sake’s ref! Turn around!"

[ Eris finally relinquishes her hold on That One guy and drops her feet down on the floor, stepping back as That one guy snaps back off the ropes to his back holding his arm, the pain clearly etched on his face. WallStreet, hearing something hit the mat pretty much realizes he can go back to work so he leaves the ref and heads back to That One Guy as Silicone Sally just shakes her head in frustration and exits the ring. Mason turns around and sees that That One Guy is pretty close to the ropes even though WallStreet’s dragging him closer to the middle. Mason looks down at Eris on the outside, points, and yells, "DID YOU GET INVOLVED?!"

[ Eris puts her hands up innocently and backs away a couple of steps, making the crowd get even hotter. One fan’s comment even makes miss innocent snap around and point while yelling, "SHUT IT FATTY!"

[ Back in the ring WallStreet hooks the far leg and rolls back. Mason drops down and counts ……………………ONE…………………TWO�?Only Two as That One Guy kicks out, still holding his arm. WallStreet get’s up shaking his head. WallStreet bends down and grabs That One Guy by the neck, drawing him up off the mat. WallStreet pushes him back to the ropes and then whips him across the ring. That One Guy darts across and bounces off the far ropes. As he comes back WallStreet’s in the center. The Corporate Icon ducks down, Scoops That One Guy up and spins around looking for the big Spinebuster but when he goes to slam him That One Guy grabs his head and holds it. WallStreet tries to hoist him back up but That One Gut swings his legs to WallStreet’s side and pulls back reversing the big Spinebuster attempt with a massive inadverted implant DDT that draws a huge pop from the capacity crowd.

Fecca, "WallStreet went for that Arn Anderson-like Spinebuster but That One Guy had it scouted and got a huge counter with that massive DDT!"

Styles, "But does he have enough left to capitalize off it?"

Fecca, "That’s a very valid question; I sure hope so!"

[ That One Guy is down on his chest as WallStreet’s on his back and the crowd is on their feet. On one side of the mat Silicone Sally is screaming and jumping, pounding the ring and trying to encourage the fans to get behind her man. On the Opposite side Eris is trying to encourage WallStreet, although she keeps getting distracted and screaming at fans to shut up.

………………………�?…………………………�?………………………�?

[ WallStreet rolls over to his chest as That One Guy slowly tries to prop a knee under him.

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[ WallStreet and That one guy both try to crawl desperately toward the ropes on opposite sides.

…………………�?……………………………�?

[ They both get to the ropes and start using them to pull themselves up�?/P>

……………………………�?……………………………�?

[ By nine they’re both on their feet. They turn around to face each other and WallStreet immediately darts toward That One Guy. That One Guy’s left arm is limp but his right one’s just fine and he proves it when he extends it and drives forward knocking the Corporate Icon down hard with a Clothesline. WallStreet pops right back up and comes back at That One Guy only to take a hard back elbow to the chest knocking him right back down. WallStreet again pops right back up and comes at That One Guy again�?TOG picks WallStreet up using mostly his right arm and then drives him down with a big Body slam. The crowd is amped as That One guy Starts waving his good arm up and down and yelling, "COME ON!" toward the people, thus drawing a bigger reaction.

Fecca, "That One Guy’s On FIRE!"

[ TOG rushes over to the corner where Silicone Sally is stationed and hops up on the ropes, sitting on the top turnbuckle. TOG Makes a big fist with his right hand and let’s the fans look at it to register what’s about to happen before he leaps off the second rope and drives that big right hand right down into the face of WallStreet with a huge second rope fist drop that makes the already erupting crowd grow even louder.

Fecca, "Shades of Jerry "The King" Lawler and that could be all she wrote!"

Styles, "NO WAY FECCA! COME ON WALLSTREET!"

[ Even though TOG used his right hand, his left arm is still killing him and he grabs it, trying desperately to get the pain to ease at least a little bit so he can finish this. After that momentary delay he rolls over and hooks the far leg of WallStreet with his right arm, rolling back but keeping his left arm tucked in to his chest. Mason’s about to drop down when he notices Eris up on the ring apron looking like she’s about to get in the ring. Mason rushes over to try and get her down which makes the previously cheering crowd go insane with boos.

Fecca, "COME ON! THAT ONE GUY’S THREE SECONDS AWAY FROM MAKING HIS CAREER!"

[ That one Guy releases the pin and get’s up, heading over to the ref and Eris. TOG and Eris start to mix words and Eris suddenly bitch slaps him across the mouth. TOG’s eyes get wide as his head snaps back and he gets that look on his face�?That one that a Husband who comes home thirty minutes early and realizes he’s not just paying the Gardner to drop his seeds in the flower bed might get right before he remembers where his gun is�?Eris Suddenly drops off the canvas with her eyes wide in surprise as she puts her hands up in innocence again. TOG might be contemplating trying to kick her ass but before he get’s the opportunity Silicone Sally rounds the corner like a bat out of Hell. Eris just barely sees her out of the corner of her eye and turns around before Silicone Sally grabs two fist fulls of her hair and drives her down to the floor. The crowd cheers and Silicone Sally and Eris start rolling around on the floor in an old school ECW Cat fight style.

Styles, "CAT FIGHT!"

[ Mason bends down and puts his upper torso through the ropes trying to get the ladies to convince the ladies to separate as TOG just shakes his head. Behind them WallStreet has just gotten back to his feet. That One guy takes a couple steps back and turns around, but just as he does WallStreet kicks him straight between the legs for the second time this match. The crowd boos, That One Guy doubles over and WallStreet grabs him by the left arm, driving him down to the canvas placing TOG’s arm between the corporate legs before grabbing TOG’s face and drawing back with a move WallStreet hasn’t used in years�?The Corporate Crossface.

Fecca, "NO!"

Styles, "YES! CORPORATE CROSSFACE! I Haven’t Seen this move in FREAKIN FOREVER!"

[ Mason finally gives up on the women and turns around seeing WallStreet has the crossface in the middle. That One Guy tries to hold on but with all the abuse his arm as taken�?WallStreet wrenches back adding extra tork and That One Guy has no choice and begins tapping out.

[ Mason calls for the bell as Sabrina announces, "Your Winner……�? WALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLSTREETTTT!"

[ The previous comemrcial break has come to a conclusion. We're now back at ringside with Fecca an Styles.

Bob" Well that wasn't much of a match...The Knights continue to move up the rankings and could very soon put themselves in line for a Tag Title Shot"

Eddie" Ehhh I never liked Knights...Guys riding around in tin cans poking each other with long poles...Whats up wit dat?"

Bob" I understand Shauna Lane has caught up with NovaCaine..Lets go there now"

[ Show goes to the back with Shauna running down the hallway...Oooooo jiggly.

Shauna" Nova...Nova...Can I get a word?"

[ Ahead of her in the hallway Nova and his newest client and family member Plague step from a door with their hands full of clothes and luggage. Nova glares at Shauna rolling his eyes.

Nova " I'm a real busy man tonight. Can't you go bother someone that cares to talk to you? I hear those old school guys just love to do interviews, go find one of them"

Shauna looks at Plague" What about you then? How does it feel to be the new Femme Fatale champion?"

Nova steps in front of Plague " Hold up Sunshine..My girl has nothing to say to the media right now, she will make a statement about her arrival in PWT when she is damn good and ready."

" Whats with all the clothes and bags? You going somewhere?"

Nova sighs rolling his eyes" Whats with all the questions? Be gone wench"

"Huh?"

"What everyone else can talk like Camelot and I can't?"

"You are making no sense"

" Then why are you talking to me?"

[ Nova puts his arm around Plague and they take off down the hallway...Shauna looks up to the door and gasps when she sees the name plate...Kimberly Pain...Nova yells from down the hallway" Tell her I said...Class starts very soon, come dressed appropiately.."

[ He cackles like a crazed loon with Shauna shaking her head"Back to you Bob"

BF" What the hell was Nova and Plague doing in Kim's dressing room?"

ES" I think they just stole her clothes"

BF" What a bastard"

[ Eddie actually puts his hands together as if praying

ES" I love it...Kimberly will have to wrestle naked...Oh thank you Mister Caine for you generous gift to me and all the males"

BF" Will you stop that"

ES" Except Bob, he likes dudes"

BF"Shaddup!!.. We will be right back with two new ladies to PWT in action. Maybe Nova's new girl Plague should be watching this closely, both of these girls could be heading for a title shot in the future"

[ And again here we go to a commercial.

*COMEMRCIAL BREAK*

[ We come back from commercial with Ciara and Nicola both in the ring. The two young ladies look ready to tear the house down, but it doesn't get to happen. The bell does ring and they circle each other a few times. But suddenly "Fist of Rage" by Kid Rock hits the speakers. All attention goes to the entrance way as Javen makes his way onstage. Unfortunately for us, he has a mic in hand.

Javen: Hey lookie here now....I know you two ladies wanna roll around on top of each other in the ring...

[ All the guys in the crowd, an even Eddie Styles at commentary, cheer at that thought.

Javen: But that's not good for me tanight. Ya see last weekend I went through the trouble to get a certain Mexican't's attention.....I snuck into his locker room, tied up his slutty wife, and thought about having my way with her. Decided against it though. Now the point is, I did t hat to get the attention of your favorite Mexican't, Whysper. Gave the boy a challenge. He had one week to accept a match with me at Immortal Glory. However he's not been seen since....

[ Javen makes his way down the ramp. He rolls into the ring under the bottom rope. The former 3-time Backyard champ makes a shooing motion towards Ciara an Nicola. They ain't pleased with it, but the two young ladies decide its best to leave the ring. Now alone, Javen continues.

Javen: I guess that Whysper decided to jump back across the border. Well that's fine, one less illegal taking food off my table! But now I have something of a dilemma. What do I do with myself for the next couple weeks? Well I heard earlier how Wally was talkin about a possible battle royale next week if my brother fails to retain his strap tonight. So I'm officially entering myself in that match, if it happens. Lord knows it'll be in our best interest to get that title back as quickly as possible if the Canadian wins it.

[ The crowd boos. Not reallys ure if its Javen or Dante possibly walking out as champion tonight.

Javen: Man wouldn't Nova be proud of me? I mean if my idiot brother loses to the jagoff from Canada, I could be winning the title for the clan while Nova makes my brother quit.

[ And then Javen is quick to point out.

Javen: Naturally the following week I'll right a terrible wrong from Final Verdict and let the boss man take the title that is rightfully his.

Seven...Eight....Nine....Ten...Bell rings.

*COMMERCIAL BREAK*

*COMMERCIAL BREAK*

Tag Title
SeiGee (c) vs Lucky Heat
Winners: Lucky Heat
Summary: This match was a potential show stealer. Lucky Heat came into this match heavy underdogs against reigning champs SeiGee. But from the first bell you could tell they weren't intimidated. Our challengers fought tooth and nail with the champions. As these matches have gone in the past, SeiGee seemed to be feeling their opponents out early on. Once they weathered the opening flurry, the champs took over. It looked like we were headed to a repeat of the way the last few Tag title defenses have went. However the challengers refused to go quietly into the night. Time and again they fought back from the brink of being defeated. Suddenly though Marcus Johnson made his way to ringside. The ref went over asking him what the deal was, as did Seif but not with as nice of words. Even ole Lucky was curious as to what was going on. And that's when Isabell Winters came from under the ring. She slide into the ring with a kendo stick. Izzy cracks Gee across the back of the head an neck, laying her out. Summer questions what the hell is goin on and Izz drops her with a shot between the eyes. But before she leaves, Izzy puts Summer across Gee for a pin. She gave Marcus a cue and he backed off from the ring. The ref turned around and saw the cover. ONE........TWO.......THREE!!!! We have new Tag Team champions!

[We come back from commercial break as we see that the steel cage has been erected around the ring, fairly close to the ropes.

Fecca: "This steel structure will hold two world class athletes in just a moment but only one will walk out the PWT Heavyweight Champion!"

Styles: "And that’s going to be Dante! He’s right, Michaels doesn’t have his head in the game, his focus in on his family and Nova. I think we’re going to see a new Champion tonight!"

Fecca: "I wouldn’t count out the Champ just yet Eddie. We’ve seen him with his back to the wall before and he comes out on top. You wrote him off in his match with Nova and he walked out the Champ."

Styles: "Ya well .." *grumble*

[The opening strains of ‘Go To Sleep�?by Eminem and the lights cut out.

"I ain't gonna eat, I ain't gonna sleep
Ain't gonna breathe, til I see, what I wanna see
And what I wanna see, is you go to sleep, in the dirt
Permanently, you just being hurt, this ain't gonna work
For me, it just wouldn't be, sufficient enough
Cuz we, are just gonna be, enemies
As long as we breathe, I don't ever see, either of us
Coming to terms, where we can agree
There ain't gonna be, no reason, speakin wit me
You speak on my seed, then me, no speakin Englais
So we gonna beef, and keep on beefin, unless
You're gonna agree, to meet with me in the flesh
And settle this face to face, and you're gonna see
A demon unleashed in me, that you've never seen
And you're gonna see, this gangsta pee on himself
I see you D-12, and thanks, but me need no help
Me do this one all by my lonely .."

[This is when the song kicks in and pyros explode on either side of the entranceway. Dante steps out from behind the curtain with his game face on. He’s standing on the entranceway looking down taking deep breaths and bouncing a little from side to side. Dante starts to walk down the ramp towards the ring, completely ignoring the booing fans.

".. I don't need fifteen of my homies
When I see you, I'm seeing you, me and you only
We never met, but best believe you gon' know me
When I'm this close, to see you exposed as phony
Come on, bitch, show me, pick me up, throw me
Lift me up, hold me, just like you told me
You was gonna do, that's what I thought, you're pitiful
I'm rid of you, all you, Ja, you'll get it too!"

[Dante enters the cage now and walks to the center of the ring. He’s watching the entranceway intently, his face a mask of concentration. The adrenaline is obviously flowing freely because Dante can’t seem to stand still, pacing back and forth and testing the cage by shaking it.

"Now go to sleep bitch!
Die, motherfucker, die! Ugh, time's up, bitch, close ya eyes
Go to sleep, bitch! (what?)
Why are you still alive? How many times I gotta tell ya, close ya eyes?
And go to sleep bitch! (what?)
Die motherfucker die, bye, bye, motherfucker, bye, bye!
Go to sleep bitch! (what?)
Why are you still alive? Why, die motherfucker, ah, ah, ah...
Go to sleep bitch!"

Fecca: "No jaw-jacking with the fans tonight, the Hardcore Canuck is all business. This is his second shot at the Title and not many people can claim to have gotten two Heavyweight Title shots in two months."

[A video starts on the tron as we hear "Eye of the Tiger" by Survivor start to play. This video comprised of images depicting Christian Michaels in PWT & ICWA action,.....Fans are cheering like hell, the lights coming back on to reveal their hero with his back to them....His arms are outstretched in Jericho-fashion...CM spins round and makes his way down the aisle slapping as many hands as he can on the way....Many fans shouting well wishes as he moves up the steps.....Michaels steps into the cage and calls for those cheers ....The music fading away as CM turns to face Dante.

Sabrina: "This will be a one fall bout for the PWT Heavyweight Championship! The only way to win the match is to escape by climbing out of the steel cage and both feet must touch the floor!"

Styles: "I got goose bumps Bob, I love big time steel cage matches!"

Sabrina: "First, introducing the challenger .. Hailing from the capitol of Canada; Ottawa, Ontario .. he is the Hardcore Canuck .. DANTE!"

[The crowd boos thunderously but Dante seems not to notice. Still staring at CM.

Sabrina: "And his is the currant and defending Professional Wrestling Today Heavyweight Champion .. he hails from Memphis, Tennessee .. he is the Southern Heartthroooooooooob .. Christiaaaaaaaaaaan Michaels!"

[The crowd cheer loudly for their Champ as CM hands the ref the Heavyweight Title. The ref holds it up and the crowd pops again and the ref leaves the cage and locks it.

Fecca: "There will be no going through the door in this match. There are no pins and no submissions, the only way to win is to escape the cage by climbing over the top and both feet touching the floor."

[The ref calls for the bell as the crowd starts a chant supporting their Champion.

Crowd: "Kick his ass CM, kick his ass!" Clap-Clap "Kick his ass CM, kick his ass!" Clap-Clap

[The two men start circling each other and then lock up as the crowd cheers wildly. They jockey for position and release the lock, circling each other again. They go to lock up again but Dante goes for a low dropkick to the right knee but CM had Dante well scouted and side steps out of the way and Dante falls to the mat. Dante quickly ‘kips�?up and runs at CM who catches him and arm drags him over. Dante is back to his feet again and comes at CM who arm drags him over again. This time, as soon as Dante is to his feet, using the arm drag momentum, he roundhouse kicks CM right in the back of the leg. This shot obviously stings as we can see the look on CM’s face. Dante goes for another one but CM jumps backwards avoiding it and then suddenly explodes into a diving clothesline, taking Dante down. He grabs the leg and goes for a single leg boston crab but Dante rolls onto his back and pushes CM off with his free foot. Dante back rolls to his feet and the two men start circling each other again.

Fecca: "Dante looks a little ‘tight�?out there while CM on the other hand looks the Champion, moving with confidence."

[The two men lock up again and this time Dante rakes the eyes as the crowd boos like hell. Dante ignores the people and snap suplexes CM over. Dante lifts him again and goes for another snap suplex but this time CM leg blocks it and reverses it, snap suplexing Dante over. CM gets to his feet quickly and measures Dante, going off the ropes just as Dante is getting up and goes for a flying cross body but Dante suddenly leaps up and standing dropkicks CM right in the chest right out of the air!

Fecca: "Ouch! Looks like CM isn’t the only person who scouted their opponent."

[Dante starts stomping the hell out of CM as the crowd boos loudly. He picks up the heartthrob and throws him off the ropes and goes for a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker but while spinning, CM catches Dante and DDT’s him hard to the mat! CM senses that Dante might be stunned and quickly gets to the top rope and leaps off hitting a sweet looking elbow drop off the top rope! He gets up and grabs Dante by the hair, pulling him up when Dante suddenly explodes into a fujiwara arm bar, taking down the heartthrob. But CM knows the counter to the move and rolls backwards to his feet and goes off the ropes. Dante gets to his feet quickly and just as CM reaches him again, they both clothesline each other and both men go down.

Styles: "Did you see that? CM was using the hair!"

Fecca: "It’s a steel cage match, there’s no DQ."

[They both start getting up right in front of each other and start rocking each other with right hands. CM seems to be getting the better of the exchange when Dante thumbs him in the eye! CM staggers back but as Dante moves in, CM thumbs him in the eye!

Fecca: "Payback!"

Styles: "Cheater!"

[Dante lashes out with another one of those stiff roundhouse kicks to the head but CM ducks it. He pushes Dante forward and he goes off the ropes and CM goes for backdrop but Dante rolls off his back and continues off the opposite ropes. Dante comes back and goes for a flying clothesline but CM catches him in midair and flapjacks him hard to the mat!

Fecca: "Both of these men are going back and forth, each has a counter to each others moves!"

[CM drops on Dante and applies a dragon sleeper! Dante is deep in the move but manages to bridge a bit and gets to his feet and CM stands up as well, but still has Dante in the dragon sleeper. Dante suddenly bridges quickly as much as he can and ends up flipping behind CM and in one motion in the air, hooks him and reverse DDT’s him hard to the mat.

Styles: "OH MY GOD, that was beautiful!"

Fecca: "Must be spacious on Dante’s bandwagon."

Styles: "Lot’s of elbow room."

[Dante grabs CM by the hair and starts to drag him to his feet but CM knocks him his arm away and starts throwing right hands to the delight of the crowd. Dante is rocked back again and again until CM grabs him by the back of the head and rushes towards the ropes/cage but Dante gets a boot up and stops it. He elbow CM in the throat, backing him off and throws a haymaker right hand that CM ducks, grabs him by the back of the head again and this time succeeds in smashing Dante’s face off the cage! Dante falls to the mat holding his face and CM grabs him and hauls him up. CM shows off his strength by half suplexing Dante but then crotching him on the top rope. CM climbs up to the second turnbuckle and superplexes Dante off! Dante hits hard but immediately starts rolling around holding his knee. CM moves in but Dante pleads off, backing away on his ass, holding his knee.

Fecca: "Dante could be in trouble here, his knee looks hurt."

Styles: "Time out! Time out in the cage!"

[CM is looking at Dante like ‘yea right�?but Dante is inching to the cage door and yelling at the ref, still holding his knee. He looks to be in some serious pain as Dante is shouting at the ref through clenched teeth clutching his knee. The ref gets to the door and yells for CM to back off and he takes out the key for the door. Just as the ref gets the door unlocked, Dante lunges forward and shoves the steel door right in the refs face and he hits the floor hard! CM has a look that says ‘I knew it�?and rushes over just to get hit with a hard low blow! CM crumples to the mat as Dante gets up smirking, his knee just fine.

Fecca: "What a .. underhanded .."

Styles: "Magnificent bastard and don’t you forget it!"

[Dante steps out of the cage to the boos of the fans who he flips off. He grabs a steel chair and a small black bag and re-enters the cage. He places the small black bag under one of the bottom turnbuckles and turns back to CM who’s picking himself up now. Dante raises the steel chair high above his head but CM returns the favor yet again and low blows Dante! Dante falls to the mat now as CM gets up and walks over to the side of the cage. CM starts climbing the cage looking back at Dante but seems to have no inclination to climb all the way to the top and leaps off the wall of the cage and hits Dante with an Asai DDT!

Fecca: "Big time move in a big time match, classic Christian Michaels!"

[CM gets up to the cheers from the crowd and heads for the side of the cage again. H e starts climbing again, seeing Dante laid out. He scales the side quickly and is pulling himself to the top of the cage while the fans cheer wildly. He looks down and gets a twisted smile on his face. He balances himself and poses on top of the cage while the fans cheer and the cameras flash.

Fecca: "Don’t do it Champ! Not like this!"

Styles: "He wouldn’t .. he couldn’t .."

[.. He does. CM leaps off the top of the cage and hits a huge leg drop off the top of the cage. Dante was just picking himseld off the mat so CM’s leg actually drove Dante’s head back into the mat.

Fecca: "SOUTHERN CLIMATE OFF THE TOP OF THE CAGE!"

[The fans are cheering like hell now but, of course, CM took some damage from that move and both men are laid out as the crowd starts chanting.

Crowd: "Holy Shit! Holy Shit! Holy Shit! Holy Shit!"

[CM is stirring now and gets up to one knee. He gingerly gets up and heads for the side of the cage, feeling that must have finished off the Hardcore Canuck but Dante is stirring as well. CM sees him trying to get up and waits .. waits .. just as Dante gets to his feet, CM explodes forward with his ‘You Just Got Whapped!�?Superkick connecting square .. NO! At the last possible second, Dante got his face out of the way and caught CM’s foot! Dante sweeps the other planted leg, bringing CM onto his back and hooks him into the sharpshooter!

Styles: "IT’S OVER! THE HEARTTHROB WILL TAP OUT!"

Fecca: "There’s no submissions in this match Eddie."

Styles: "Oh .. I knew that."

[Dante has it locked in deep and CM is in obvious pain. Dante holds the lock for maybe 15 or so seconds before dropping CM’s legs and getting up. Dante walks over to the place where that small black bag is and grabs it. He is careful to keep his body in the way and takes something out of the bag and slips it into his trucks but no one sees it.

Fecca: "What did he take out of that bag?"

Styles: "None of your damn business, that’s what!"

[Dante turns back around and picks up the steel chair he brought into the ring. This time there’s no stopping him and he brings the chair down on CM’s back hard. He brings it down again, this time on CM’s knee before tossing it near a corner. Dante hauls up CM by the hair, picks him up like he’s going to go for a atomic drop but then crotches CM on the top rope facing the cage. Dante steps up on the second rope and roundhouse kicks CM right in the back of the head, driving CM’s head into the steel cage and then grabs him and jumps off the second rope and hits a Hangman’s neckbreaker, driving the back of CM’s head and neck into the steel chair!

Fecca: "Innovative maneuvers there by the challenger!"

[Dante looks like he’s going to go for the side of the cage and try and climb out but CM is already trying to pick himself up, all though on spaghetti legs right now. Dante looks visibly surprised he’s even moving and shakes his head. He then stalks up behind CM, waiting for him to get up.

Styles: "This is it! Dante’s going for the DOA!"

[Just as Dante is about to sink in his finishing move, CM out of nowhere whips out a vicious backwards ‘You Just Got Whapped�?superkick, connecting perfectly and both men fall to the mat!

Fecca: "Superkick out of nowhere! Both men are laid out!"

[The crowd Is cheering wildly as CM is up first and he staggers over to the side of the cage and starts climbing. Dante is picking himself up, reacting to the cheering fans .. knowing that most likely means CM s climbing the cage, and gets up with the help of the ropes. Dante starts climbing too but he’s a few steps behind CM.

Fecca; "This could be it, both men are climbing the cage now!"

[CM is at the top now but Dante is still a step or two behind him. CM slowly throws one leg over the cage and gets the other one over just as Dante is at the top. Dante grabs his left wrist in what seems as an attempt to stop him from dropping to the floor but CM starts rocking Dante with right hands. CM lands a huge haymaker, almost making Dante fall back into the ring when CM let’s go of the cage to fall to the floor .. AND HANGS BY HIS LEFT ARM?!

Fecca: "WHAT THE HELL?!"

[CM is dangling by his left arm for a second or two before he places his feet in the cage and looks up to see ..

Fecca: "HANDCUFFED?! DANTE HANDCUFFED CM TO THE CAGE?!"

Styles: "YES!!"

[Looks like when Dante was grabbing CM’s left wrist, he was doing more then holding it. The shocked look on CM’s face quickly changes to rage as he struggles to free his left wrist from where it’s handcuffed to the top bar of the cage. Dante swings one leg over .. then the other ..

Fecca: "NO!! NOT LIKE THIS!!"

[Dante is on the other side of the cage now and just let’s go and falls to the floor .. and the bell rings to the shock and anger of the fans in attendance.

Styles: "YES!! YES!! NEW CHAMPION!! NEW CHAMPION!! DANTE HAS FINALLY DONE IT!"

[Dante pulls himself up to his knees as the ref comes over and hands him the PWT Heavyweight Title which he rips out of the refs hands and clutches to his chest tightly.

Fecca: "THIS IS .. BULL! HE CHEATED!!"

Styles: "You’re the one that said it Bob, NO DQ BITCH!!"

[Refs and PWT staff come running down to ringside. We can guess they’re asking Dante for the key to the cuffs and he points to the small black bag still in the ring as he staggers to his feet.

Fecca: "I .. I can’t believe this .. Dante Cross is the new PWT Heavyweight Champion?"

Styles: "OH YA!! Say it again Bob, that’s music to my ears!"

[Dante is looking down at the Title in amazement, not believing himself that he did it and kisses the Title be fore holding it above his head high. The crowd is REALLY pissed off and is booing thunderously and a few cups and debris come flying at Dante. This just seems to make the moment even sweeter as Dante limps to the top of the ramp and holds up the Title again. The refs have just gotten CM free as Dante kisses the faceplate of the Title again before leaving to the back. CM is leaning against the cage looking up the ramp, it just starting to sink in that he lost the Title. As if reading his face, the crowd starts chanting ..

Crowd: "REAL CHAMP!" Clap-clap "REAL CHAMP!" Clap-clap "REAL CHAMP!" Clap-clap

[CM looks out over the fans and raises his hand and they cheer for him loudly as he starts to make his way up the ramp.

Fecca: "I .. if you don’t turn into Shockwave next week, you’re not a fan of pro wrestling! I still can’t .. Dante Cross is the new PWT Heavyweight Champion .. see you next week!"