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Date - February 24th
Venue - Pete Maravich Assembly Center, Baton Rouge Louisiana
Theme -"See You At The Show" by Nickelback
Deadline - 10PM Central Sunday Night
24 Hour Deadline - YES There's a new Heavyweight champion in town folks! And ladies an gents his name is DANTE CROSS! Last weekend the Hardcore Canuck pulled off the upset as he defeated CM in their cage match. Many believe that Michaels should still be the champ though after being handcuffed to the cage, preventing his escape. But there's no time to complain about it for Michaels. This week he signs a contract with Nova to make the stipulations of their match completely official. As for the new champ, he gets to sit this week out as 15 others fightf or a shot at his title. Speaking, Wally demanded to be in that Battle Royale, but Becca has booked him as a pre-show dark-match! He's gonna be pissed folks! Tune in for all this and a hell of a lot more! 
Main Event
#1 Contendership Tag Titles
SeiGee vs MarcIzz
(Last weekend saw the end of an incredible reign as Marcus & Izzy cost Seifer and Georgia the tag straps. But if they thought they were gonna get away with it, they were wrong. VERY wrong! The former champs got a sympathetic ear from Becca and this match was booked to main event the show. Its a great match no doubt, but we bet Marcus wishes it was on another night. Tune in to see if SeiGee extracts their revenge, or is MarcIzz slips away again like thieves in the night) Mason w/ Josiah vs Matlock
(Its been quite awhile now since we've seen Mason in action. But this week the big man is back! And its against Matlock. Some may question why, but all ya have to do is think. Matlock is threatening to take a title from the Caines when he faces Angelique. So it looks like they plan to soften him up. And yes, Angel said he wouldn't have to worry about the clan.....when their match happens. Good luck Matlock!) Over The Top Battle Royale
Shadow, Kurt Bullet, Lori Anne, Javen, Tristan Saint, Travis McNeil, Akmed, Ciara Cage, Greg Bullet, That One Guy, Toke Out, Ryan Dunn, Chuck Borris, Brandon Marks, Elizabeth Barsi
( This 15 person, over the top rope, battle royale has been booked with a purpose. Folks we have a new Heavyweight champion in Dante Cross and he needs an opponent for Immortal Glory. This battle royale will determine just who faces him a week later. Good luck to these 15 stars. Oppurtunity is knocking on your door. Will you answer?) Contract Signing
CM & Nova
(Folks in the middle of the ring, Christian Michaels and Nova will sign the official contracts for Immortal Glory. If the vile Nova makes CM say "I Quit", then Nova gets CM's PWT title rematch clause for "Criminal Intent". But should the Southern Heartthrob triumph again over his evil opponent, then Nova is gone from PWT.) Xavier Homicide vs Kyle Storm
(There's no known beef between these two young men. Basically we just wanna keep these two up an coming stars on the show. They're both full of potential and it'd be a shame to leave them on the sidelines this week. Give us a hell of a show this week. But Xavier best be careful not to injure himself a week before his big Backyard Title defense against SinDee) Plague vs Midnight
(Midnight started this week getting her requested match against Rayne. However it seems that Rayne chose to leave the company. Afraid of Midnight? We'll never really know. But what we do know is that the Caines of all people have stepped in to a fill the void. Plague, our new Femme Fatale championess, has been inserted as the new opponent for Midnight)
Lumberjack Match
Marcus of Johnson vs Bobby Johnson
(This match was agreed upon last week by two of the big Johnsons of PWT. At the time we're sure Marcus expected it to be his only match. But he's got himself into trouble and double booked. But hope is not lost for him. The lumberjacks for this match are Marcus' PWT Security. Though don't count Bobby out folks. He's got a history of pulling off impossible victories in his home state. Can he do it again?) Dark Match
Wall$treet w/ Eris vs Jimmy King
(So last week Wally faced off against That One Guy as Becca continues to try an make his life hell. Well the next step, this week, is that $treet doesn't even make tv. He gets the dark match before the show goes on the air. But to show she's not a complete "word that rhymes wif witch", Becca is booking him against the former WCW World champion!)  Results
Card Subject To Change
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| [ The show comes back from commercial.....Or does it? The screen stays black and the words "We're Experiencing Technical Difficulties" [ Appear on screen. This stays on the screen several minutes before we go to a long set of commercials. *COMMERCIAL BREAK* [ Finally we come back from commercial and we're in SeiGee's locker room. Unraveling the tape on her hands with a piercing fire in her eyes Georgia in one of her custom made jumpers as her golden blonde sweat drenched hair hung down over her face the strands stringy and tangled up obstructing the view of her pretty face as she slightly gazes forward for a second peeling the tape from her hands. 2008 has been hell for her�?Hell�? Buried Alive the tag titles stolen from her but now, now that all was going to be turned around she thought as she wadded up a ball tossed to the side as she slowly looked up running her right hand through her hair putting it in a ponytail as she smirked a bit with a sly, sly grin across her face before finally speaking up.
"I’ve been seeing a lot of wrong in PWT lately. I’ve been seeing a lot of things that shouldn’t go down go down in PWT lately. Some might think right now I’m talking about Dante Cross becoming champion. No, no, no this isn’t some age old Georgia’s still going to come at Dante hard and that championship belt even harder this is a instance where Georgia says what she’s been wanting to say for a long time coming. I’m about fed up seeing The Caine Clan make a mockery of this business, of this company, of its superstars, of its championships!"
[ She shakes her as she rubs her hands together with fire in her hazel eyes as she cocks an eyebrow with that day glow grin across her face as she continues on.
"See, Kimberly Pain I had some respect for you. I really did. I had some respect for you then there was the last week on Shockwave when you single handedly made a mockery of the Femme Fatal and Titanium Championships with your cohorts. I’ve fought long and hard for the Femme Fatal Championship and I truly believe someone will come in and redeem its worth for I’m done fighting for it for my sights are set on the Titanium Championship which you’ve got your firm grip on doll. What went down between you and Nova was reprehensible and I’m not going to just let it stand. So be prepared you’re going to be put in your god damn place by yours truly for that championship."
[ She nods her head.
"See since I haven’t been afforded my rematch clause because of the Seifer, Dante, DVD, CM, and then Nova shenanigans so I’m going to go ahead and cash that sucker in and make certain that I break your face. The times about right chickens start coming home to roost�?About damn time! So I’ll see you soon and you’ll be consumed by the fire next time around�?
[ With that our feed cuts out just as abrupt and sudden as it came in leaving everyone buzzing at the words of Georgia James as we push forward on PWT’s flagship show Shockwave knowing that The Glorified Goddess has an eye on Kim Pain. Fecca: Welcome back ladies and gentlemen. Folks we apologize for the technical difficulties we were experiencing a few minutes ago. Unfortunately they caused all of you watching at home to miss the Marcus Johnson versus Bobby Johnson match. Styles: Man does it suck for you people. Wow! Fecca: Hush up Eddie. Anyways folks, we're going to get with MSN this week and work on getting a replay of Shockwave aired with the match you all missed. It was filmed, we just had a problem showing it to the home audience. So tune in this week for it. And we're also going to not spoil anything for you. So none of what just happened in the ring minutes ago will be spoke of the rest of the show. We're gonna take another commercial break and then its time for a real match for Plague [ The show heads to commercial. *COMMERCIAL BREAK* | | |
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| [ "God’s gonna cut you down" blasts throughout the arena instantly causing the crowd to boo.. Plague comes out on to the stage together with Nova and Javen and stands in between the men and pats the femme fatale title belt with a confident smirk on her face..
Sabrina : Making her way to the ring accompanied by Nova and Javen.. From the Sulphur springs sanitarium.. She is the current PWT Femme Fatale championess.. Plague..
[ The boo’s increase in volume and Plague just smiles.. They reach the ring and Plague gives Nova a kiss on the cheek before turning to Javen she runs her fingers through his hair and pulls him down before she kisses him deeply on the mouth and smirks as she breaks the kiss.. She let her tongue run over her lips seductively..
ES : Ah damn another hot one taken..
BF : It is sickening!..
ES : Ah shut the hell up.. You are just still pissed that they put one over on you last week..
[ The music of the Caines fades as Plague steps into the ring alone and Javen and Nova walk to the side of the ring and stand there ignoring the crowd behind them.. The lights dim, the crowd cheers as Witch Hunt by Kittie plays. Pyros go off as Midnight comes out on the stage.
Sabrina : And her opponent.. from Little Rock Arkansas�?She is the Vampiric bitch.. Midnight [ She slightly smirks as she rubs her hands together. She then throws her arms up in the air and then front flip down to the ring. She then stops, turns around and slides into the ring. She then spins around and is in a crouch position. She then looks up at her opponent as she smirks evilly at her. She then stands up and then motions for her to come forth as the bell rings Plague just smirks back and the two lock up in the middle of the ring.. Midnight’s size and weight advantage makes it easier for her to push Plague into the corner.. The referee asks for a clean break and gets it.. Plague just smirks and comes straight at Midnight again and the two lock up again.. This time Plague breaks free and with a hip toss flings Midnight over and on to her back.. She smirks and waits for her to get up..
BF : They are just toying around here..
ES : Yep now let’s see which one has the worst temper..
[ That was answered by Midnight’s hand slapping Plague in the face.. A trickle of blood escaped to the side of her mouth and Plague licked it away with a smile on her face.. She mouths to Midnight.. Big mistake.. With a vicious backhand chop she retaliated on Midnight.. Midnight staggers towards the ropes where the Caines are watching and Javen tugs at her boot and Midnight spins around towards him.. Both Nova and Javen raise their hands in mock innocence.. She starts badmouthing them and is stopped by tapping on her shoulder.. She shrugs it off and it starts again.. She turns to meet Plague’s fist to the jaw.. The two ladies brawled for a while with Midnight getting the upper hand until Plague ducked avoiding the blow by Midnight and taking out the legs underneath Midnight..
BF : Nice take down by the champion..
[ Plague continued to kick at the legs of Midnight and when she got up delivered a stiff kick in the abdomen and planted Midnight with a tornado ddt..
1………�?2�? Kick out
[ Plague smirks as she gets up and continues the assault on Midnight focusing on the neck of the still on the mat Midnight.. After delivering several elbow drops on the neck and shoulder area she steps on either side of Midnight and puts Midnights arms over her legs as she wrenches back and locks in the cobra clutch..
BF : Another submission fighting woman in the clan ?
ES : Oh I like this..
[ Javen and Nova cheer Plague on from the outside and the crowd gets behind Midnight as she fights to withstand the hold but after a few minutes she gives in and taps out�?The referee immediately signals for the bell but has to force Plague to break the hold and when she does Midnight crashes to the mat.. The referee goes to raise Plague’s hand but she just looks at him he goes to retrieve her belt as Javen and Nova enter the ring..
Sabrina : Your winner.. PWT Femme Fatale Championess.. Plague!!
[ "God’s gonna cut you down" blasts throughout the arena as the crowd boo’s while Nova raises Plague’s hand and Javen holds the ropes open for her to step through. They make their way out of the ring and head up the ramp with Plague in the midst of the Caine men.. Plague has her title slung over her right shoulder with her right hand on Nova’s lower back and the left hand slipped into the backpocket of Javen’s pants. And as Fecca complains some more about sickening PDAs by possibly a new couple in the clan, Shockwave cuts to a commercial. *COMMERCIAL BREAK* | | |
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| [ The camera open backstage after the commercial break. Plague and Javen are making their way through the area. The two of them seem to be talking excitedly amongst themselves as Ken Mitchell rushes over. Ken: Excuse me! Excuse me! [ They look at him. Javen: You're excused.... Plague: But just this once. Javen: Yeah, don't let it happen again. Ken: Erm actually I was wondering if I could get a minute or two of your time. [ A bit of a sigh from both, but they do stop. Javen: Make it quick. Ken: Well I was wanting to know how it feels to have won your first real match Plague? [ Plague gives Ken a death glare. Folks you can just about smell him roasting away right there. Plague: Excuse me? I don't recall either Kimberly or myself pulling any punches last week. Ken: Yes, but as we found out later in the night, it was all a ruse by the clan.... [ At this point Javen steps in and shoves Ken aside. Javen: Listen here you insignificant worm! Last weekend this beautiful young lady slugged it out with Kimberly Pain....Itd oesn't matter whether or not everything was a ruse by us. Not our faults everyone is so stupid around here! But you do not....I repeat: DO NOT treat Plague with this kind of disrespect! You will show respect from now on to the present and future of the Femme Fatale division. [ Mitchell gulps. Javen: Got that meatbag? Ken: Bu....bu....but Isabell Winters says that the Femme Fatale division is dead....Has been eevr since Summmer Stratus had the title.....Says it especially is now... Javen: Isabell Winters also makes out with cardboard cut-outs of Seifer. She's not the most reliable source of news. [ Ken nods, hoping to get out of this unharmed. And today is his lucky day too. Javen shoves him against the wall one more time before he an Plague walk past him. As they go past Plague is heard asking about Izzy. Plague: Who is this Isabell Winters? Javen: Some ditz that is all googly eyed for Seifer. She poses your title no harm. [ The two laugh as they walk off, Plague admitting she didn't think so anyways. Our scene then switches and we find ourselves inside of the locker room of one, Kyle Storm. He's still out cold from everything that has gone on this week with his illness. In walks Nina, Kyle's manager, and she shakes him. Nina: "Kyle, wake up." [ Kyle doesn't seem phased so she shakes him a little harder. Nina: "Kyle, come on baby, you need to wake up." [ Kyle still seems very out of it, sound asleep. Nina just shakes her head as she gets down by his ear, and whispers softly in his ear. Nina: "Kyle, if you don't wake up, and miss your match, you aren't getting any from me for a very long time." [ This seems to have woken Kyle from his deep slumber. He pops right up, accidentally knocking Nina to the ground. Kyle looks around and notices Nina on the ground as he speaks. Kyle Storm: "What are you doing on the floor?" Nina: "You sort of knocked me on it when you woke up. I was trying to wake you up." Kyle Storm: "Oh yeah, I should have told you I was a sound sleeper. Why were you trying to wake me." Nina: "You've got a match up next, babe." Kyle Storm: "Oh, thanks then for waking me." [ Kyle walks over to her, helping her up and giving her a peck on the cheek. He starts to scramble out of his locker room as Nina just shakes her head. Nina: "Men." [ She chuckles to herself as she heads out of the locker room to catch up with Kyle since she's supposed to be coming down to ringside with him. *COMMERCIAL BREAK* | | |
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| [ We're back from commercial and its about time ta hit the people with another outstanding match. As the crowd is getting pumped up for the next match, "First Time" by Lifehouse hits the pa system and around the stage, the lights begin to flash green and yellow as Kyle slowly walks out on stage Nina beside him. He really doesn’t look one hundred percent, but to his credit he wasn’t walking from the match at hand. Sabrina: "Introducing first the challenger weighing in at two hundred and eleven pounds and being accompanied by Nina, Kyle Storm!" [ He forgoes his normal entrance, the crowd still behind him as Kyle gets into the ring raising his arms slightly. He moves to the corner resting against the turnbuckles. [ 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. He stands still for a moment and looks around the arena. Sabrina: "And introducing his opponent the current backyard champion weighing in at two hundred and forty six pounds and hailing from Miami Florida he is Xavier Homicide!" [ 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 the time keeper. He then takes off his shirt and throws it to the fans as he warms up but before the bell can ring the sounds of "Open Up" hit the PA system and you can see Xavier’s head shooting towards the entrance way as SinDee walks out decked out in a modified cat suit. The pants part are black but as it works up to the haltered top it’s a checkered design, much like what any common hot ref would wear in this situation. Styles: "God yes we are picking up right now! SinDee looks HOT!" Fecca: "What more is this woman going to do?" Styles: "Why are you complaining? Shut up she has a mic!" SinDee: "Thought you could wait until next week to start talking about me? Start focusing on me? Guess again sweets; see I kinda forgot to have them announce that I am indeed the special guest ref tonight. Therefore you have no other choice but to listen to me or else you lose. Now Sabrina if you don’t mind�?F****ing introduce me" [ Sabrina looks around a little flustered Sabrina: "And introducing the special guest referee�?She is The Original Sin�?SinDee!" [ SinDee is now in the ring and smirking slightly; she points to Xavier and grins SinDee: "I gotta search you for weapons" [ Xavier just shakes his head as she makes her way over and begins patting him down. When she feels satisfied she steps away as Xavier points to Kyle Xavier: "Search him now" [ She shrugs and turns looking at Kyle SinDee: "You got weapons?" [ He shakes his head as she nods SinDee: "Sounds good to me…RING THE BELL!" Fecca: "That was unfair! She didn’t even search Kyle" Styles: "She asked him, she has no reason not to take his word for it" Fecca: "How does she know? She has a vendetta against Xavier" Styles: "Do you blame her?" [ Back in the ring Kyle and Xavier have locked up with Xavier pushing Kyle into the corner the pair still trying to move as SinDee moves over towards them warning them to break the hold, when Xavier doesn’t SinDee all but reaches in forcing him to break it, he turns to her but she motions to her outfit and grins. Xavier turns his attention back to Kyle who shoots off a stiff right hand copping him in the mouth, it doesn’t take Xavier long to toss one back and also tosses a knee to the stomach into the equation which makes Kyle drop to his knees and gag causing both SinDee and Xavier to jump out of the way. Styles: "Well this might be the first time since Droz was in the ring that a competitor threw up on cue" Fecca: "Give him a break! He’s sick for crying out loud!" Styles: "Well then the idiot shouldn’t have come to work" Fecca: "The man has a living to make" Styles: "Then shut up and let him make his freaking living!" [ SinDee slides out of the ring and whispers something into Styles�?good ear who nods Styles: "On the referees request may we get a bucket out here for Kyle please?" Fecca: "That is just WRONG!" Styles: "We don’t need him puking all over the ring" [ Sabrina has taken the time to run to the back grabbing the bucket she places it on the stairs near Nina. Sabrina: "You know just incase" [ Nina rolls her eyes a little and watches as Kyle gets back to his feet after his gagging and coughing fit. He looks at Xavier and starts towards him Xavier however has other plans and takes him down with a clothesline before starting to kick him in the ribs. SinDee pulls him away allowing Kyle to slowly get to his feet she keeps him back long enough for Kyle to get to his feet and lands a standing drop kick to Xavier’s back which SinDee gets out the way of as quickly as possible, Xavier falls down his head between the second and third ropes as Nina pulls back her hand and bitch slaps the living hell out of Xavier. SinDee acts like she didn’t see it moving over to check on Kyle who is now up, he pushes her out of the way and rushes towards Xavier who is now to his feet landing a snap suplex that takes him out a little. Fecca: "That’s it Kyle dig deep son!" Styles: "Yeah dig a deep hole for yourself!" [ Unbeknownst to SinDee Summer has made her way out to the entrance and is down ringside cheering on Xavier Nina is in the other corner cheering on Kyle. They both get to their feet and come off the ropes landing a double clothesline knocking each other out. SinDee just shakes her head and laughs before shrugging. SinDee: "One!....TWO!...THRE-" [ Xavier is to his feet first, soon followed by Kyle who is tossed into the ropes as he comes off he is hip tossed with a vengeance, which more then likely isn’t doing his stomach any good at all. Xavier bounces off the ropes not to get far because Nina trips him up a little to save her boyfriends stomach any more damage. Summer takes off and launches herself over the stairs taking Nina down, the two cat fight a little as SinDee watches on amused she turns and looks at Xavier SinDee: "Learn to keep your bitch on her leash" [ Rolling out the ring she pulls Summer off of Nina and as soon as Summer turns she slaps SinDee who slaps her back and motions to her to head to the back. SinDee: "Guess what bitch�? YOU’RE OUTTA HERE!" [ Summer looks on in disbelief as does Xavier. Fecca: "She didn’t do anything Nina did!" Styles: "Ha! Do you see Nina slapping the ref?! Don’t think so!" [ Summer rolls into the ring hell bent on getting even with SinDee but she gets knocked out as Kyle goes for an enziguri on Xavier who ducked and watched as Summer took the proverbial hit for the team. SinDee picks Summer up and literally dumps her through the ropes as the officials come down to help her to the back. Back in the ring Kyle has managed to take Xavier down with a massive tornado ddt and quickly covers, SinDee turns and drops to her knees SinDee: "One..Two.. Thre�?Kick out" Fecca: "That was a fast count!" Styles: "no to you it was a fast count, but three seconds is fast" Fecca: "Stop sticking up to her you pervert!" Styles: "I am not perverted, I just have taste" [ Kyle has gotten back to his knees, looking a little drained he starts another coughing fit as SinDee backs away from him a little. Xavier however grabs him and rolls him up. SinDee drops to her knees once again to count. SinDee: "One�?.Two�?Thr�?Oh look!" [ She gets up and walks over to Nina talking to her in a way that looks like she is punishing her which allows Kyle to break the roll up attempt. Xavier is to his feet and literally spins SinDee around getting in her face to count properly. Fecca: "Now that was a deliberate slow count" Styles: "No matter how you look at it, it’s not fast or slow it’s just your perception of time you idiot" Fecca: "She is favoring Kyle in this match" Styles: "What has she got to gain from it?" [ Xavier reaches back as if he is about to let loose on SinDee even though he knows he could get disqualified for his troubles, but then it would be worth it right? However before he can do a thing SinDee ups and low blows him with a boot to the area. Fecca: "My god!" Styles: "Self defense! Self Defense!" Fecca: "He didn’t DO anything!" [ SinDee watches as Kyle bounces back kicking Xavier in the back of the head laying him out, however as he comes off the ropes with a split legged moonsault Xavier rolls out of the way making Kyle eat nothing but canvas. With a smirk he reaches down and pulls a cup out that causes SinDee to shake her head Fecca: "He outsmarted her!" Styles: "CHEATER!" [ They can both see Kyle turning a little green after his flying effort, but that doesn’t stop Xavier from grabbing him and hoisting him over his shoulders, moving towards the corner he dumps Kyle head first into the turnbuckle. From there Xavier pulls him back up landing a belly to back suplex which he bridges into a pin. SinDee: "One�?Two�?Thr…FOOT UNDER THE ROPES!" [ With a grin she kicks Kyle’s foot under the rope before Xavier can see what had happened. Shaking his head he gets to his feet and starts laying into Kyle, going as far as stomping him in the stomach, that in turn makes Kyle turn greener then ever. He quickly rolls out of the ring one arm clutching his stomach the other motioning for Nina to bring him the bucket. Styles: "Tell me if the carrot fairy visits!" Fecca: "I really feel for this man." [ Kyle grabs the bucket and drops to his knees on the outside starting the hurl whatever the contents of his stomach were. SinDee looks around not knowing what to do at this precise moment in time and begins the count. SinDee: "One…Two…Three…Four…Five�? Fecca: "I cannot believe she is counting him out here" Styles: "He’s in the middle of a match there are no time outs here" Fecca: "How do you think Xavier would feel about winning this way?" Styles: "Better yet, how do you think Kyle will feel losing this way�?Loss by count out for throwing up, this has GOT to make it to the record books!" SinDee: "Seven�?Eight�?Nine�?." [ She pauses and stops the count, Kyle however doesn’t look like stopping any time soon. Nina is beside him rubbing his back trying to offer him some water when all of a sudden the bell rings. Nina looks up in shock and rolls into the ring as SinDee leans through the ropes talking to Sabrina. Sabrina: "And here is your winner�?Via count out�?Xavier Homicide!" [ Nina pulls SinDee aside screaming that he shouldn’t have lost that way shaking her head SinDee pushes her through the ropes screaming to keep an eye on her man. Kyle finally looks up and looks downcast over the way he lost the match. Shaking his head he grabs Nina’s hand the pair slowly walking up the ramp. SinDee raises Xavier’s arm in victory and before anyone knows what is happening the pair start brawling in the middle of the ring. Styles: "YES! A preview for this week!" Fecca: "I knew it she had a motive for this!" Styles: "YES GO SIN!" [ The pair are going full throttle as the officials run down trying to break them up. They pull back SinDee who is screaming like all hell. Xavier breaks away form the refs holding him and launches himself at SinDee the pair literally going at it not a care in the world about the refs or the next part of ShockWave. Finally they are broken up and taken to the back. Styles: "Up next Nova and Thee See Emm sign their contracts." [ Shockwave heads to a commercial break. *COMMERCIAL BREAK* | | |
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| [ The house lights fade to a dull glow..Several Spotlights dance over the crowd looking for the elusive Caine as the big screen comes to life. Images begin to roll over the screen ...Disturbing ,Macbre images...All with one similarity..They all portray the pain of others. Fecca: Why can't this guy just come to the ring like everyone else? Styles: Because you silly dolt, the Caines are like no one else. They do things their way and don't give acrap what squares like you think about it. [ As the video seems to come to is peak , Nova appears from somewhere in the audience with Devil's Rejects starting to blast over the PA System... Fecca: There he is! And thankfully this time he's nowhere near us. Styles: Bummer. I was gonna tell him all the mean things you saya bout him during commercials. Fecca: And I'll tell him how you think Angel should have your love child. Styles: No no no no! [ Making his way to ringside , he leaps the security railing..Stalking around the ring a cocky little grin curling his lips..He rolls in under the bottom rope..Standing center ring to allow his adoring fans to show their accolades....But of course those accolades are their many many jeers. Fecca: Well folks you can bet your bottom dollar you won't be hearing those boos for much longer! Cause in just a few moments we're going to have the arrival of Christian Michaels into the arena. The man who was last weekend cheated out of his heavyweight title by Dante Cros.. Styles: Hold it right there Bobbsie! That match, in the cage, last weekend was anything goes. The only rules in the match were that you had to escape the cage. And that's what Dante did. But along the way he outsmarted the hillbilly and handcuffed him to the cage. So quit hating on the man's brilliance. Fecca: Nova's just over there in the ring, shouldn't you be off the Dante bandwagon by now? Styles: I'm straddling both tonight. Fecca: That's going to be painful if one hits a pothole. [ The conversation between commentators is interuppted as the arena again goes dark. Once again the tron lights up with a video. This time that video is of the Southern Heartthrob in action both in PWT and ICWA. At the same time the video plays, "Eye of the Tiger" by Survivor is playing over the speakers. It eventually hits a high spot and there's an explosion of pyro on stage. The smoke fades away and reveals the Southern Heartthrob, back to the crowd with his arms out in Jericho fashion. Naturally the fans just explode into cheers for their hero. In the ring, already sitting in his chair with feet on the desk in the ring, Nova rolls his eyes. Fecca: There he is ladies and gentlemen! The man who should STILL be the PWT Heavyweight champion! The man who in just seven days could send Nova packing out of PWT! There he is.....CHRISTIAN MICHAELS! Styles: Does he pay you to talk about him like that? Fecca: Shut it! [ Michaels turns towards the ring finally. His gaze is locked on Nova as he starts his way down the ramp. The look on the former champ's face tells us that this one isn't going to be a friendly encounter between the heated rivals. 
Fecca: What an intent look on Christian's face. Eddie i wouldn't be surprised if we end up needing security out here. Styles: Pffft! Michaels ain't got the balls ta attack Nova. [ The Southern Heartthrob makes his way down the ramp. He still slaps hands with his fans, but its not like normal. His eyes stay locked on Nova sittin all smug in his chair. CM climbs up the steps and steps into the ring between the top an middle ropes. He makes a beeline towards Nova but there's a couple of refs in there. They step into Michaels path, heading him off. Nova takes teh chance to get up from his seat and egg CM on. But from the far side of the ring comes Kem Mitchell. Ken: Gentlemen, please have a seat.... [ Its tense in the ring. Nova and CM are now staring each other down. The distance between them is down to centimeters and the fans are calling for their hero to lay out the Caine's leader. Instead though both men slowly opt to take their seats. Fecca: Looks like we're not going to have any bloodshed... Styles: Yet. [ Ken Mitchell then steps toward the table and lays the clipboard with the contract down. He then reaches into his jacket and places a pen on the table. Mitchell then raises his mic. Ken: Gentlemen, you see before you the contract for Immortal Glory. I have been authorized by Becca....McCallister to acquire your signitures. Attornies representing both of you have looked it over and given their approval. All that we need now is for the both of you to sign it. [ The fans cheer, ready for this match to be made completely official. Ken: Christian, I will ask you first to look over the contract.....Make sure its to your liking.....And then please sign your name where designated. You will then have the floor to say anything that you'd like to Nova. [ CM nods and reaches across the table. He takes the contract and begins to glance it over. Both pages are checked to make sure nothing has been snuck in here. Everything looks to be on the up an up here. So the Southern Heartthrob takes the pen and signs his name on the second page. Michaels then slides the contract towards Nova and asks for the mic. Ken hands it over and then steps back again. CM: Nova......You're minutes away from putting the period on your PWT career. Because next Sunday night, on a night when many will claim t heir Immortal Glory, I'm going to etch my name along side their's. How aptly this pay per view is named. With the record destruction that you and your clan have left in its wake......There no way that you can advoid being immortalized in wrestling history when I make you quit. [ Michaels smirks. CM: This time next Monday morning the news will already be spreading across MSN like wildfire. Everyone will be talkin about what I did at Immortal Glory. A lil to the west in San Antonio, they'll be talkin about it. Especially ya good buddy Jacob. [ That name and insinuation of any kind of friendship seems to annoy Nova. CM: Hell they'll even be talking about it behind the locked doors up in Chicago. Companies that I've never heard of will talk about it. And I'd be lying if I said that there isn't a part of me that relishes in that fact. There's definately a part of me that will like the attention of being known as the guy who ended Andrew Caine's career in Professional Wrestling Today......The man who made Nova quit! [ A roll of the eyes from Nova. But the fans....The fans eat it all up. They believe in their hero. These people know that he's gonna make good on his word in one week's time. CM: Nova I'll level with ya and tell ya that most of all I'm going to enjoy extracting my revenge on you. The nice addition to my resume is fine, but my revenge and retribution is more meaningful. For the past several months you've tortured and torments me! You turned many of my fans against me for a time........You turned my daughter against me.........You turned my brother against........Worst of all you turned my wife against me! And for this and so much more you must pay. Because what I do next Sunday isn't just for me Nova. No, its for all that and more. [ Christian rises from his chair. CM: You've hurt people for years Nova.....Well its time for it to stop! And you may ask yourself who am I to make that call. I'll tell ya who I am Nova. [ Michaels points to himself. CM: *I* am the hope of PWT...*I* am the answer to all the fans that cry out for justice...*I* am Protector of the Innocent...*I* am the Light in the Darkness...*I* am Truth! Ally to good! Nightmare to you! [ The crowd explodes into cheers! They're all hootin an hollarin as CM lays the mic on the table. He takes his seat and now its Nova's turn. Mitchell reaches to pick up the microphone but Nova snags it before the little weasel can get his hands on hit. Nova leans back in his chair glancing at Mitchell.. Nova" I got this monkey" [ Nova reaches out picking up the contract and flipping through the pages with a cursory glance just to make sure the Hillbilly hadn't snuck anything in. He reaches out slowly and picks up the pen looking at the contract again with the original un-cut smirk of all smirks. Fecca" Look at Nova stalling. He is scared of the power Christian Micheals has, he knows his career in this company is about to be over." Styles" Nova isn't afraid of satan himself. He just wants to make sure the Hillbilly isn't trying to cheat him, everyone knows rednecks can't be trusted." [ Nova makes like he is going to sign the contract and then pauses to the boos of the CM nation in attendance. He looks at Cm grinning ear to ear and lays down the contract. Nova" What a speech...Damn Hillbilly I think I got goose bumps from those powerful words, hell buddy throw in a few I have a dreams and you damn well might get to lead a march on Washington D.C." [ Nova's smirk fades to that deadpan stare Nova" Or get shot in the head because you wouldn't SHUT THE HELL UP!!" [ Cm edges closer to the table and you can see in his eyes he wants to hit Nova in the worst way, but the refs are right there at his side trying to keep the peace. Nova" Now that you are through with all your little speeches. Let me bring you back from cloud nine and give you a big ole dose of reality Chrissy. I have taken everything from you and if not for one mistake you would be sitting here addressing the Heavyweight Champion and not just your executioner. I don't do the things I do Chrissy because it gets ratings, and I don't do the things I do because I want to get a reaction from these fans. I am not weak like you buddy, I don't need these fans to pick me up , frankly I don't give a damn if they are alive or dead as long as they paid their ticket price before they kicked the bucket" [ The cheers for the hero have switched back to those thunderous boos. Nova" I do what I do because I love it, I enjoy every minute of hurting people and taking away everything from them that makes them feel whole,but with you Chrissy it was extra special. You are the poster child of PWT, you are the man thats always shouldered this company on his back during the high times and the low times. You are what this company stands for, the proud papa, the loving hubby, the guy that always does things by the book. So when I brought you down to my level, when I had your adoring fans here ready to lynch you I knew just how damn powerful I really am. That power you will see first hand once again this Sunday when I make you quit and destroy the aura that surrouds you. The hero worshippers out here right now will be crushed and all those words you have so eloquently spoken will be nothing but hollow promises. I will go on Chrissy and I will continue to lead a dominate force over this company until I am damn good and ready to leave and I will beat whomever is the champion at Criminal Intent to solidify my spot in the halls of PWT history and you won't be able to do a damn thing about it... Sunday night Chrissy as you lay there the failure that I know you are...I don't want you to think of just failing for yourself, I want you to know yet again that you have failed your loved ones....First your family and then your fans." Fecca" This guy never shuts up" Styles" Oh you was all ready to jump out of your seat and give him a trouser kiss when the Hillbilly was talking" Fecca" Shut up" Nova" You aren't my nightmare Chris. My nightmares would make you slit your wrists and swallow a bullet...You can borrow Dante's lines about hope and you can attempt to jab at me about Fruit Salad and our hatred for one another,but ya know as I think about while he was here looking to wreak some havoc with his kayfabulous ways all you did was shove your head up your ass and hide from him just like everyone else did. You can say what you want about me and my leaving the company, but I was the only one with the balls to say anything back to him...Where were you then Mister Hero? Where were you ?.... Those things don't matter now though, what does matter is that fact you are just seven days out from once again showing your true colors of black and blue. On Monday those headlines won't read Hillbilly Hero Survives...They will read Hillbilly QUITS and lets down the everyone again. I am tired of carrying you through this fued and I am tired of listening to your hollow rhetoric. Sunday I put an end to you and I put an end to the hero mystique around you forever. That right there is reality...Enjoy your taste" [ Nova licks his lips shooting Cm a little sly wink " Ya know Chrissy your words have got me to thinking. After I put you away on Sunday and they carry your sorry ass out of MY ring for what could be your final time if I have my way about it. I think I will go look up Rhya and let her once again show me how grateful she is , mmmm don't you love how those lips feel when she wraps them around your...." | | |
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| [ Cm shoots across the table slamming his fist into Nova's face and knocking him out of his chair , the crowd erupts as the Southern Hearthrob shoves away the refs trying to hold him back and pie faces Ken Mitchell to the mat. Fecca" Yesssss...Shut that bastard up" Styles" I apologize for Mister Fecca's biased nature folks, he has the same low I.Q. as the violent redneck in the ring" [ Cm throws the table out of the way and makes that beeline for Nova who is still down on the mat. He grabs Nova by the back of the shirt and yanks him up to his feet ready to seek that revenge a week early when the cancerous one spins in towards him and shoots in him the face with a tiny black canister. Cm falls backwards clawing at his eyes as its obvious whatever is in the can burns like hell.. Fecca" What did he just spray him with? Jesus Micheals is blinded ,we need help out here" Styles" Ohhhhh now we need help, when it was Micheals taking a cheapshot at Nova it was all time to cheer, but now its a different story huh?" Fecca" Didn't I already tell you to shut up?" Style" Yea...Twice" [ Those cheers go down quicker than a hooker in a backseat when Nova gains the upperhand on the fans favorite son. Nova watches in amusement as Cm staggers around the ring swinging wildly, catching nothing but air. He stalks in on Cm with the fans screaming at the top of their lungs for Chris to look out. Nova sizes Cm up and waits for the former champion to swing another wild haymaker around then darts in jabbing him in the jaw..Cm stumbles and Nova drills him with the stunning south paw left dropping the Hillbilly and bringing the fans to riot level. Nova stomps down on that previously injured hand of Chris' and then jerks him to his feet all the while maintaining that sadistic grin. He fires Cm into the ropes catching him on the rebound and taking him up onto his shoulders for the C.O.D." Fecca" Damn him...Damn Novacaine and his entire rotten family" [ The fans that should be booing start to suddenly give off this mixed reaction with an undertone of cheers building.. The camera cuts away to a shot of the crowd and we see what the cheers are all about as Rhya Micheals appears from somewhere in the crowd looking a little worse for wear but still as lovely and as radiant as ever. She climbs over the security railing at ringside and races towards the ring. Fecca" ITS RHYA!!...MY GOD SHES BACK!!" Styles" Yeah but who is she here for?" [ Rhya comes in under the bottom rope just as Cm even in his blinded and injured state manages to slip out of Nova's grasp. The cancer turns towards Cm who has slipped down his back with the the Southern Hearthrob shooting the superkick..In that split second what could have been great went very bad. Rhya is charging into the mix , Cm is sending the devastating kick and Nova is dropping out of the way to avoid said kick and yes folks you know what happens next...at least you should anyway. Whamo!! Cm kicks Rhya dead on in the choppers and knocks her from the ring. Fecca" Nooooooo" Styles" Ahahaha look at that damn Christian Micheals showing off his abusive ways" Fecca "He was trying to kick Nova" Styles" Bullshit, he was wanting to kick Rhya. He must have taken Ike Turner's class on how to be a husband. What a violent man" Fecca" He can't even see, he don't know he kicked Rhya" [ The air has just been sucked out of the audience upon seeing that kick that was heard around the world. Cm knows something is wrong but is still unable to see. Nova scrambles out of the way and climbs back to his feet sneaking around behind Cm, he hits the ropes and races towards Cm hitting him square in the spine with a high knee that sends the Hillbilly crashing against the ropes and back down to the mat. Those refs already in the ring and several more from the back move in to help The Micheals as Nova walks over to the flipped over table and picks up the clipboard laying next to it. He finds the pen laying on the mat not far away and scrawls his name on the contract...Nova moves over to where Cm is laying and drops the contract on his back with that smug smile returning to his face to remind everyone just why they hate him so much. Fecca" Its official folks, but at what cost? The Micheals are both down" Styles" Poor Rhya comes out here to support her friend Nova and her violent husband attacks her. " Fecca" She was coming to save her husband" Styles" Was she? Was she really?" Fecca" Of course......I think so" [ Nova slides out of the ring slowly backing up the ramp laughing all the way. Fecca" We will be right back folks..." [ The goes to commercial with a shot of Rhya laid out.
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| [ The show comes back from commerical with a backstage view of Nova wandering down the hallway still chuckling over what we just seen happen in the ring. Shauna Lane races up on him with mic in hand.
Shauna" Nova, how can you laugh after what just happened out there?"
[ Nova looks at Shauna and then down to the mic with a slight shrug" Because I got a great sense of humor."
Shauna" Rhya comes out there and gets kick liked that, how can that be funny in the slightest?"
[ Nova rolls his eyes shoving Shauna out of the camera view " Rhya...Dollface I tried to tell you that those rednecks are a violent sort of people. They get a snort of moonshine in their gut and they are ready to fight a bear with a spork...I'm sorry you got hurt out there tonight,but I hope this finally shows you just how damn bad Chris really is... You come on back home darlin and The Caines will take care of you just fine. Bring little Gabby and seek our shelter once again. We know what you need Rhya and we will be there to provide it.
[ Nova blows a kiss at the camera"...Remember how I held you close when you discovered just how bad Chris is? Well darlin my arms are still ready to hold you anytime....We will leave the light on for ya Rhya, just follow the light and you will find your home once again"
[ Nova walks off snickering and we go back to ringside. Fecca: Good God do I hate that man! But lets move on before I lose my lunch. Ladies and gentlemen, earlier today there was a press conference held by Dante Cross. So lets go to the footage shot earlier today. [ The scene briefly fades to black. But then things come back with the words... Pre Taped ~ Earlier Today
[ We are backstage at the Pete Maravich Assembly Center. This is what they call a media conference as there are various representatives from radio stations, TV stations and a couple of websites from the Baton Rouge and Louisiana area. There’s around three dozen people seated in what the arena calls their ‘conference room.�?These scenarios are a weekly event in a traveling wrestling promotion of this size and prestige. There’s only one difference now .. Dante’s the Champ.
[ Dante walks into the conference room wearing a black tailored suit and a light gr’e’y tie .. and don’t you dare forget the PWT Heavyweight Championship Title over his shoulder. Did we say that Dante ‘walked�?into the room? What we meant to say was that Dante ‘strode�?into the room, the picture perfect definition of confidence. If you looked up ‘Confident Champion�?in the dictionary .. that would be a pretty fucked up dictionary.
[ Dante walks up to the small podium and smiles. Not that pleasant kind of way.
"I’d like to start off by saying that it is disgusting and appalling the way the Bush government has treated and dealt with the people of New Orleans since Katrina. I think their record since that day to this very date is a modern travesty of justice that is being swept under the rug just because it is effecting the poor people that used to live in the costal regent that was once a ghetto. Now this ‘lakeside�?property has been snatched up by greedy developers and it’s going to and IS becoming nothing more then hotels and condos to feed the tourist industry and the people who used to live there are being marginalized and told they can’t return to their home because there’s no home to return to and ‘if they’re lucky�?paid to shut up .. these are your people and no one is doing anything about it .. and people wonder why I hate America .."
[ While you’ve got that fucked up dictionary, look up ‘Stunned Silence.�?BR>
"I’ll take some questions .."
Reporter Chunky Guy from the Radio (probably internet .. loser) "How do you feel about winning the PWT Heavyweight Championship under such .. dubious circumstances? I mean .. handcuffing a man to the steel cage isn’t exactly passing the torch."
Dante looks confused. "What was that first thing you said?
"How do you feel .."
"After that .."
".. winning the PWT Heavyweight Championship .."
"Stop right there .." Dante takes the Title of his Championship shoulder and places it faceplate out on the podium in front of him and leans against it. "Every thing you said after that was irrelevant. I did what no one thought I would ever do. I won the Title that NO ONE thought I would ever win. When I walked into this place in August of last year, I was less then the shit on the bottom on their boots. Ya, I had the BUD Heavyweight Title and the #1 contender on my arm .. but that meant nothing to them I didn’t think it would. I signed a standard wrestling contract and had to start from the bottom. I worked my first pay per view against KANE THRICE .. I paid my dues but I never took my eyes off this Title. I knew where I belonged and it was right back at the top. NOT ONE person can say I didn’t earn this Title with good ol�?fashioned blood, sweat and tears. I am a 5 time Heavyweight Champion because I do what needs to do to get the job done, BY ANY MEANS NECESSARY .. look that up in your wrestling cliché book."
Newspaper Sports Guy: "What do you think of this battle royal thing, who’s the Champ think is going to win?"
"It’s a fuckn�?joke and a waste of everyone’s time. I just won the Title last week and I’m being forced to defend it against some loser because the Title just ‘has to be�?defended at the pay per view. First of all, we all know the Main Event is going to be the "I Quit" match between Nova and CM so you’re already putting the Heavyweight Title match playing second fiddle. Secondly, it’ll just be against some ‘wild card�?because there’s no one good in this match because we all know the mo-nay for the March pay per view is going to be me defending the Title in either CM versus Dante 3 .. OR .. hellfire and brimstone because Nova and I go to war one more time."
Newspaper Sports Guy: "Can ya just give me a name?"
"Dante. Put your money on Dante because if you think I’m going to drop the fuckn�?Title against some idiot 2 weeks after winning the god damn thing you’d better go home and take your prescription grandpa because your dementia is getting worse. If you thought what I did to CM was bad, you don’t wanna see the depths I will sink to keep this Title. I don’t care what loser they put in front of me or whatever curve ball they throw my way .. line up everyone of those guys one by one and I’ll still be the Champ by the end of the night."
TV Suit: "You were recently seen in Texas .."
Dante cuts him off. "I said this there and I’ll say it here. My business in Texas has nothing to do with why I’m here now. I’m the P-Dubya-T Heavyweight Champion so it doesn’t matter how much ass I’m owning down there .. well, like left and south a bit of something right? From here? Whatever, Let’s keep this relevant because my time is valuable."
Another Internet Fat Guy: "How’s it feel to know that your days are numbered s Champion already?"
Dante relaxes, leaning on the podium with one elbow. "Well, it’s liberating to be honest. I’m glad I’m not the only one that knew that PWT management broke that ‘break in case of emergency�?glass the moment I became Champion. I don’t blame them, I’m a pain in the ass. What did Nova say? That I would duck him and make excuses not to fight him .. quick, who’s a know it all ‘smark?"
[ All the Internet guys point at an especially fat, redhead internet wrestling reporter for some website that barely pays for itself.
"Alright fanboy, Who’s the only man in history to be the Heavyweight Champion twice and BOTH times magically disappear and vacate the Title when BOTH times I was the #1 contender?"
"Nova .. c’mon, that was easy."
"Just like your Mom. NovaCaine .. the little Charlie Manson wannabe with his little family playing shell games with the undercard Titles .. whoop-dee-do. Except Kim .. I thought she had a brain in her head but it looks like she’s going to be lost down the same road of ruin that Whisper went through following that lunatic through his personal hell. She’s better then that but meh, fuck her. She can play second fiddle to them until Nova disappears again, you know, before he has to get his ass kicked. I have a WHOLE lot more I could say about that soulless prick but .. I have a feeling I’ll be able to vent that off in the future and not be like Nova and say the same thing over and over again. So ya, Nova can talk shit all he wants but the record, the cold hard facts speak louder then him and his little band of misfit toys. Where I come from .. CANADA .. we string up child molesters or run them out of town .. you give them a pay check .. classy."
TV guy #2: "Are you saying that this company, Professional Wrestling Today, knowingly employs a convicted child molester?"
Dante starts counting his fingers. "A child molester, a murderer, a rapist. A kidnapper .. a few more I’m sure if I cared to think about it."
[ Now the media is paying attention, snapping pictures and typing furiously.
Newspaper Sports Guy #2: "That’s a bold statement, how do we know this isn’t just some wrestling ‘angle?"
Dante looks right at him and that on his face .. is sincerity .. that’s why it looks so unfamiliar on Dante. "I’m the Champ .. I would never lie to you." Smile. "Plus it’s all just a matter of public record. Do some fuckn�?homework, god damn journalism in America is really dead."
"Andrew ‘NovaCaine�?Caine. Mason Caine .. that’s the one that was in the asylum. I think they were all in the Looney bin at some point. Jebadiah Caine, that’s the kiddie diddler. Javen, he was convicted of bestiality, poor gerbil, both gerbils actually."
[ This was a real story to them. Screw this boring old wrestling crap ‘I’m gonna keep my Title; RAWR!�?shit they normally get, Wrestling was a big story last summer, a big mainstream promotion harboring employing despicable people like these .. Caines. If anything, it’ll be a juicy story, bad publicity sells more then good publicity. Dante looks out over the busy little cultural vermin and claps his hands and grabs the Title.
"Alright, my work here is done .. later."
[ Dante walks away from the podium and we switch to a scene backstage. Its right before the big battle royal for the number one contendership, Brandon Marks comes out of his locker room, ready for action. He starts to make his way down the hall, heading towards the black curtain when he's approached by a very attractive female. She smiles at him, as she seductively speaks. Mystery Female: "Well hello Brandon, you remember me?" [ Brandon looks her over, racking his brain as she then flicks back her black hair, revealing a mark on her neck. It seems this clicks with Brandon as he speaks. Brandon Marks: "Michelle?" [ The female smiles, confirming what Brandon thought as it was indeed Michelle, Michelle Liska. She tossed her hair again, and she leaned up, kissing Brandon square on the lips, with a bit of passion. She broke the kiss and spoke to him. Michelle Liska: "They call me the Candy Lady. Good luck Mr. Candy Man." [ She chuckled slightly as she walked past him down the hall, only turning back to blow him another kiss. Brandon looked a little surprised but took it in stride as he headed again towards the curtain. Meanwhile we have a comemrcial just before the huge match *COMMERCIAL BREAK* | | |
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| As we return from commercial we see that the ring is full of wrestlers, the last one �?Javen �?Stepping between the ropes with his music fading. On the outside we Sabrina announces. Sabrina, "Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is a fifteen person over the top BATTLE ROY-EL! The only way to lose this match is to go over the top rope and have both feet hit the floor. The last person remaining in the ring when it’s all said and done will be the winner and will be heading to Immortal Glory next Sunday to face Dante Cross for the PWT World Heavyweight Championship!" Fecca, "It’s all on the line here folks. For the sake of time we’re foregoing formal introductions but as the numbers dwindle down if there’s someone less recognizable making a go of things we’ll make sure you’re informed on who they are." All three refs are spread out around the ring to be able to call eliminations and they’re about to start the match when Javen calls for Sabrina’s mic. Fecca, "What’s this now?" Javen, "Hold on�?Before we start�?Ciara Cage�?Last chance." Javen withdraws a roll of quarters from his pocket as he smirks. Fecca, "Well, Javen made an ungentlemanly offer earlier this week on PWT dot com to as he put it, eliminate Ciara Cage softly and easily if she allowed him to bounce quarters off her�?um�?well�?her backside." Javen raises his eye brows suggestively and then suddenly�?CRACK! A Right hand comes outta no where and hits Javen right in the mouth so hard that the quarters go flying into the crowd and Javen falls back and stumbles till he lands hard in the corner. Apparently That One Guy took exception to Javen’s offer as the fist he just nailedthe rainbow haired warrior with is still clenched. Everyone kinda looks around�?Shrugs�?And immediately starts throwing on whoever is nearest them, and thus the refs call for the bell. Fecca, "And it looks like we are officially underway!"
Styles, "And from the start of things let me put it out there�?Dante Cross�?Javen�?Immortal Glory. That Simple." TOG Immediately goes to the corner to start brawling with Javen and everyone else pairs off as well. Lori Anne and Elizabeth Barsi each take a bullet brother, Ciara Cage starts hammering Toke Out, Shadow starts putting the fists to Tristan Saint, Akmed starts hammering Chuck Borris, and Travis McNeil starts hammering on Ryan Dunn. That leaves Brandon Marks standing in the middle. Back in That One Corner, That One Guy is just stomping a mudhole in Javen. Suddenly Marks comes rushing in and drives a stiff forearm across the back of TOG. That One Guy staggers back and marks starts unloading right hands with TOG against the ropes. Fecca, "Bare with us folks, theses matches are incredibly difficult to call. We’ll do our best." Brandon pulls TOG toward the center and waves for Javen to join. Javen pulls himself up out of the corner and comes over. Brandon hooks TOG, Javen hooks him from the other side, and then BAM! A Big double vertical Suplex. Brandon and Javen get up and Brandon looks at Javen and yells, "Don’t Forget my Pixie Sticks!" Javen raises an eyebrow but before any further explanation can be given Brandon darts over, hops over the top rope, and jumps down to the floor eliminating himself. Fecca, "He just gave up an opportunity for the PWT World title for a bribe made previously this week by Javen of a hundred pixie sticks!"
Styles, "He didn’t have a chance, might as well leave on your own and get something for it then get eliminated and get nothing." Javen Applauds Brand’s sense as TOG starts crawling to the corner. Javen follows. On another side of the ring we see Shadow in the midst of a Tornado DDT on Tristan. Tristan feeds up, staggering but pissed. Tristan charges Shadow looking for a clothesline but Shadow drops back holding the top rope providing a low bridge and using Tristan’s own momentum against him to send him out and to the floor. Fecca, "And the biggest of the bunch, Tristan Saint, is eliminated making Akmed big man on campus."
Styles, "Looks more like he ate the campus. Ya know Fecca, I heard Akmed couldn’t do weight Watchers."
Fecca, "Why’s that?"
Styles, "They don’t have binoculars strong enough to see that far!" With Tristan Saint gone, that leaves Shadow available to go where he’d like so he darts over and blasts Javen from behind, stopping Javen’s assault on That one Guy. Off to another corner we see Ciara Cage has Toke Out lying across the top turnbuckle and she’s trying to push him out. Ryan Dunn is nearby and begins trying to help Ciara. Ciara sneaks back behind Ryan, grabs him at the ankles and flips him up and over eliminating him. This throws Toke Out off balance and she ends up shoving him out too. Fecca, "Double elimination by Ciara Cage as she sends Ryan Dunn and Toke Out both up and over the top." Styles, "I Think she has self injecting steroids stashed in her Bra, Ref might wanta conduct a strip search." But no time to celebrate because just as Ciara turns around she’s lambasted by Travis McNeil. Wait�?What’s that across the ring?! Chuck Borris went for a round house kick on Akmed but Akmed caught the leg with his left arm and grabs Borris�?throat with his right hand. He then hoists Borris up and delivers a modified chokeslam over the top rope making Borris bounce off the outside ring canvas to the floor. Fecca, "And there goes Chuck Borris."
Styles, "Looks like it’s back to filming episodes of Runner: Canadian Mountie." Akmed turns around, a wild look in his eyes as he sees Lori Anne, Elizabeth, and the Bullets still fighting against the ropes side by side. Akmed power walks over, reaches down putting his left arm between the two pairs of legs on his left and his right arm between the two pairs of legs on his right and scoops all four up and over at the same time! Fecca, "GOOD GOD! Four more participants gone!" By now Travis has Ciara in the corner. Akmed comes over and kind of pushes Travis out of the way. Akmed gets real close to her, sniffing her neck and starting to gently touch her. Travis looks like he might throw up but he’s curious to see where this goes. Fecca, "Akmed is one sick freak of nature." That One Guy must not be nearly as curious as Travis because he comes out of no where and spears Akmed from the side, driving him down. Fecca, "For the second time in this contest That One Guy comes to the defense of Ciara Cage." TOG Mounts Ak and starts throwing vicious rights and lefts as Travis shrugs and heads back to Ciara in the corner. Ciara, however, is back on her game and throws a boot to the face of Travis. Travis spins and staggers out and Ciara puts her arm in the air with a loud yell getting the fans behind her before she runs, catches Travis in a side headlock, runs up the ropes, twists around, and drops nailing Travis with the Stratusfaction Bulldog. Fecca, "What a bulldog! If this was a singes match it’d be over." TOG Has Akmed on his feet. TOG shoots him off the ropes with an Irish Whip. Akmed comes back but he’s gained control of his momentum and since he see’s Travis on the mat he tries for a running splash. Unfortunately for Akmed, Travis rolls away and Akmed just belly flops the mat. Styles, "Good Lord! Somebody call a carpenter because I know he just shattered the boards on that ring!" By now Ciara Cage has headed off to assist Shadow with Javen. TOG Kinda falls back as Travis get’s up. Akmed slowly pulls himself up too. Akmed charges Travis but Travis draws back and delivers a brutal kick strait to Ak’s fatty covered balls. Akmed doubles over and grabs the top rope as Travis grabs his tights with both hands and uses all of his strength to send Ak up and over to the floor. Fecca, "By hook or by crook Akmed has been eliminated and now we’re down to five." Travis arrogantly brushes his hands off after disposing of Akmed and apparently doesn’t notice That One Guy rushing over with a Clothesline. Travis takes a hard back bump and slowly starts picking himself up. That One Guy starts assisting Travis up but as he does McNeil shoots his hands up and rakes the eyes of TOG. That One Guy stumbles away but Travis doesn’t let him get far before he hooks him and takes him over with a Snap Suplex. Back on the otherside of the ring we see that Shadow and Ciara Cage both have Javen laid across the top turnbuckle and are trying to push Javen out. Slowly Ciara sneaks back with out Shadow noticing. Ciara get’s behind Shadow and sends him up and over the top much the same as she did with Ryan Dunn earlier. Shadow, however, manages to grab the top rope and guide himself so he lands on his feet on the outside ring canvas. Shadow seems enraged as he demands "WHAT WAS THAT?!" Ciara shrugs and then leaps up looking for a high drop kick, but Shadow holds the top rope and ducks down leaving Ciara drop kicking nothing but air. Ciara pulls herself up and as she does Shadow pulls back on the top, then leaps forward going back up and over the top nailing Ciara with a Crossbody and drawing a great reaction from the fans since that’s the biggest move thus far in the contest. Fecca, "Well folks, It just goes to show that it really is every man for himself."
Styles, "If Ciara Cage is a man then maybe I misjudged Ken Mitchell and his lifestyle."
Fecca, "I’m sorry, you’re right. Every *Person* for themselves." Shadow gets up and shrugs much the same as Ciara had moments ago�?Who knew Darkie had a sense of humor? Shadow turns around and THWACK! There’s Javen with a thumb to the eye. Shadow grabs his eye and turns around. When he does Javen grabs a fist full of the feathered hair he’d insulted earlier in the week and pulled back delivering an inverted Russian Leg Sweep with a fist full of hair. Javen swings up and Ciara’s right there to grab him by the wrist. Ciara attempt sto send Javen running across the ring with an Irish Whip but Javen reverses with a whip of his own. Ciara darts across, hits the ropes and as soon as she does�?WHAP! Javen steals one out of his Brother’s playbook and nails Ciara with the "Just Got Whapped" superkick, sending her up and over the top to the floor below. Fecca, "Good Gracious! She may have lost some teeth off that one!"
Styles, "Well, she defiantly lost her shot at the PWT Title. Now there’s only four guys left�?Let’s do it Javen!" Ciara lays motionless at ringside as our camera sees Javen say, "Ya shoulda let me bounce the quarters off your ass." And shrugs. Javen turns around and BAM! Shadow nails a clothesline. Javen knowing he’s on the ropes immediately started sinking down to avoid possibly going over the top and as a result both he and Shadow roll over the second rope and fall out of the ring. Fecca, "Shadow and Javen both tumbling out to the floor, but remember you must go over the Top rope to be eliminated. They’re both still in this contest."
Styles, "Whew." Back in the ring Travis is still putting the heat on That One Guy. Travis pulls That One Guy out of the corner, swings around to the back of TOG, hooks his head and drops down to a knee delivering a Randy Orton style back breaker. Travis gets up, an arrogant smirk on his face as he points to That one Guy with one arm and then to the ropes with the other and yells "He’s Done!" This of course draws boos from the crowd as they’re kinda startin to dig That One Guy. Travis bends down and picks TOG up by the head. Travis takes That One Guy to the ropes and then shoots him off with an Irish whip. TOG darts across the ring, hits the far ropes, and starts running back. Travis grabs the top rope with his left hand and extends his right arm, looking to eliminate TOG with a Hip Toss over the top, but, TOG swings around with the Hip Toss and counters with a DDT! The crowd erupts but TOG and Travis both lye motionless. Fecca, "Travis looking to Hip Toss That One Guy over the top but That One Guy saw it coming and countered with a hard DDT keeping himself in this contest." Back out on the Floor Shadow has Javen on the left side of the ring (looking down from the ramp)…Shadow goes for an Irish Whip but Javen counters and BOOM! We hear the wondrous sound of Flesh on steal as Shadow collides back first with the steal steps. Javen runs forward, leaps up and extends both legs in front of him nailing a front drop kick to the head of Shadow, thus slamming the back of Shadow’s skull into the stairs while simultaneously crushing Shadow’s face with the bottom of Javen’s boots. Shadow’s eyes roll in the back of his skull and he flops to his side like a cow who’s become the victim of a Cow Tippin expedition. Fecca, "Good God! That could have just been an instant concussion for Shadow."
Styles, "Nah�?A Concussion is when you bruise brain tissue�?If there’s anything Shadow’s immune to it’s Brain damage." Javen get’s up, picks up Shadow by a fist full of feathered hair and his black leather pants and rolls him back into the ring. Javen points to a screaming Shadow supporter and yells, "How’d ya like that Tubby McJiggles?!" before sliding back into the ring himself. Back in the ring both Travis and That One Guy are pulling themselves up. Shadow starts pulling himself up and coincidently it looks like Shadow and TOG being stalked by Javen and Travis. Shadow and TOG both glance at each other, then at Javen and Travis, then back to each other�?TOG darts toward Travis and Shadow toward Javen, and of course their respective counter parts dart toward them as well. BAM! TOG Nails a Clothesline on Travis, Shadow drills Javen with a back elbow. Both heels feed right back up. TOG nails a massive shoulder tackle bumpin Travis and Shadow delivers a Jumping forearm bumpin Javen. The fans are going wild on their feet�?Both Travis and Javen feed back up a third time�?They both run back to their chosen foes and That One Guy hoists Travis In the air at the same time as Shadow leaps into the air and then BAM-BAM! TOG nails a big Spinebuster and Shadow nails a huge high drop kick. The crowd erupts as Shadow and TOG are both on their feet and Travis and Javen both roll out of the ring under the bottom rope nearest the commentary tables. Fecca, "That One Guy and Shadow are on fire!"
Styles, "I thought this was every man for themselves!" Travis and Javen pull them selves up on the floor in a daze as Shadow and TOG both dart to the far ropes and shoot back across the ring. As Javen and Travis get to their feet That One Guy and Shadow both baseball slide, their feet connecting with their respective foes chests and making them both stumble back, Travis Falling back and rolling onto the American commentary table and Javen falling back and rolling onto the Spanish announce table. Fecca, "Yep, I’m moving."
Styles, "Eff a Miller Lite, that my friend is a Good Call." The commentators scatter like cockroaches in the light as Shadow and TOG are both in the ring looking at each other and at the bodies at ringside. The crowd is on their feet as TOG and Shadow point to each other, then to the top rope, then to the bodies on the announce tables. They both then look out at the fans on their respective sides of the ring and start yelling, "YOU WANTA SEE US GO UP?!" The fans are going freaking nuts. Crowd: LET’S GO SHADOW (Clap, Clap, Clap-clap-clap), LET’S GO THAT GUY! (Clap, Clap, Clap-clap-clap)�?/P> That One Guy and Shadow look at each other, nod, step out of the ring between the second and third ropes to ensure they don’t eliminate themselves and start climbing the ropes, That One Guy on the right corner (looking down from the ramp) and Shadow on the left. They both get up top�?Shadow extends his arms ala Jeff Hardy and let’s out a loud yell as TOG points a finger to the sky and circles it around ala Randy Savage and let’s out a Savage-esque "OH YEAAAAH!" Then they both leap, Camera flashes flooding the arena as That One Guy leads with his Elbow looking for a huge Elbow drop and Shadow starts flipping looking for a massive Swanton�?At the last moment Javen Rolls off the table but Travis isn’t nearly as lucky and Shadow swantons himself through the Spanish announce table as That One Guy drives his elbow through Travis and both of them through the American announce table. Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! The officials immediately rush over to the carnage as Fecca and Styles try desperately to get to a head set and get it on. Fecca, "……………�?Am I on?"
Styles, "I got ya�?You got me?"
Fecca, "Loud and clear. GOOD GAWD! In all my years in this business, Never have I ever seen anything like that during a battle royal before!"
Styles, "Did That one Guy and Shadow just eliminate themselves?"
Fecca, "Well they stepped out between the second and third ropes, the rules state you have to go over the top to be eliminated�?I don’t believe their climbing to the top rope from the outside will officially count as them being back in the ring so I do believe that in theory they’re still in this match, however, whether or not they’re physically capable of continuing could be a completely different story all together." That One guy is holding his elbow and moving a little on the floor, although not very much. Travis�?chest is going up and down but otherwise he’s completely out and the same is the case for Shadow. The only one who’s looking decent is Javen and he’s pulling himself up by the ring apron after the succession of moves he just withstood. Fecca, "That One Guy just buried his elbow deep in the sternum of Travis McNeil, quite possibly shattering it much the same as they shattered our announce table and the way Shadow went through the announce table of our Spanish colleagues I wouldn’t be surprised if he broke his neck. I just hope that I’m wrong." Javen continues to pull himself up and slides into the ring. Javen looks outside seeing the mass destruction and his eyes get wide�?He starts waving from the back like Hogan during the NWO Days�?/P> Fecca, "What’s�?What’s he doing?" | | |
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The crowd instantly boos as the Monster Mason comes from behind the curtain. Fecca, "Oh God No�?Somebody get him out of here! There’s enough destruction as there is!" Mason slowly jogs down the ramp�?Hey, Nobody’s intimidated by the guy because of his Speedy Gonzales like speed okay? Ya want power and size sometimes ya gotta sacrifice the speed and wait a few minutes for a brotha to get to the ring�?He finally gets there and pulls himself up onto the ring and steps over the top rope and into the ring. Javen darts over and starts jumping up and down while pointing to the bodies at ringside. Based on the motions Javen’s making with his hands and arms we can tell he’s instructing Mason to bring the bodies in the ring so Javen can ship em back out of the ring courtesy of the top rope. Fecca, "Mason can’t be involved in this!"
Styles, "Really? Because I could have sworn the only rules were that you had to be eliminated by being sent over the top rope�?Never said "But Mason can’t help"."
Fecca, "It shouldn’t have to be stated officially, it’s called Sportsmanship."
Styles, "Like WallStreet told ya at Final Verdict�?Obsolete Fecca."
Fecca, "Well I just refuse to believe that."
Styles, "Yeah, I refused to believe Windows 95 would ever be obsolete till I was downloading porn and the bastard crashed on me. Lesson learned? Get with the times or get stuck havin to cart a heavy appliance to the dumpster with blue balls." Mason must have a years supply of skittles promised to him for doing this or something because dude wastes no time walking over and stepping over the top rope and down to the floor on the commentary side of the ring. Mason walks over first to where TOG and Travis are laying. Mason bends down and grabs Travis by the throat and thigh, hoists him up into the air as refs swarm around, screaming and pleading for him to stop. Mason walks over to the ring and gorilla presses him over the top rope and into the ring. Javen like the Piranha he’s become immediately starts putting the boots to McNeil as Mason heads over and starts picking up That One Guy. Fecca, "Come on! These guys have been through enough! Leave em alone!" Mason takes That One Guy by the neck and the athletic pants and slides him in under the bottom rope. Javen of course goes to stomping at That One Guy now as the fans are booing loudly. Mason walks over now and grabs Shadow, hoisting him up and tossing him over Mason’s broad shoulder. Mason climbs up the stairs and dumps Shadow in over the top rope. Javen smirks and starts doing "Enie Meanie Minie, Moe" to determine who he’ll eliminate First�?Poor Travis McNeil is apparently the Tiger that got caught by his toe. Mason stands at ringside as Javen pulls Travis up, holds him by the back of the head, and then runs, sending him up and over the top nearest the ramp. Fecca, "And there goes Travis McNeil." Javen looks back at the two bodys prone and looks at Shadow more specifically and nods, as if deciding to himself that Shadow’s next. Javen heads over and grabs two fist fulls of his hair to lift him up as he says, "Come on Tranny-boy!" Crowd: SHADOW! SHADOW! SHADOW! SHADOW! SHADOW! Ya know, maybe that "12th man on the field" analogy has some accuracy because as the fans start chanting Shadow’s name he delivers a stiff right into the gut of Javen before dropping back to a knee. The crowd erupts and Shadow comes up and delivers a second before dropping back down again. Fecca, "YES! THIS CROWD IS BRING SHADOW ALIVE!"
Styles, "SHUT UP! ALL OF YOU! SHUT UP!" Javen tries to "gut it out" but Shadow nails a third right to the gut and Javen has to release. Shadow gets up, grabbing his own neck in pain, but shakes it off, grabs Javen by the neck and cargo pants and rushes toward the ropes nearest the ramp with him. He goes to send Javen over the top when we hear a loud scream�?/P> "HELLLLLLLPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!" Shadow stops dead in his tracks as his eyes get wide and he recognizes the scream. He drops Javen and looks up at the Tron seeing what would appear to be Justyce tied up in a chair with a black sack tied over her head. Fecca, "What in the world�? Suddenly a face comes down next to Justyce’s�?It’s Nova’s. Nova, "What To Do, What To Do�?Shadow�?How bad do you wanta win that match? Because By my watch, You’ve got about sixty seconds to get back here and pick up your little prize or the Caine Express is leaving the station and your little bed warmer here has a one way ticket to wherever the Hell I feel like I going." Whoop! Shadow goes up and over the top rope. While he was distracted Javen regained his composure and shipped Shadow sailing. Shadow quickly gets up on the floor, Glances back, but wastes no further time as he darts up the ramp, limping and holding his neck, but still running as fast and hard as he can. Fecca, "What the Hell is going on? We need security wherever Nova’s at in this building�? Javen puts up his index finger and yells to the crowd, "ONE LEFT!" That One Guy’s already starting to pull himself up by the ropes, nursing that left elbow which is off the previously injured arm from WallStreet and is the same arm he drove into Travis McNeil earlier. Javen goes to grab That One Guy and try to whip him off the ropes but TOG delivers a stiff right hand, followed by a second and a third as the fans come back alive�?/P> Crowd: TEE OH GEE! TEE OH GEE! TEE OH GEE! TEE OH GEE! TEE OH GEE! TEE OH GEE! Javen staggers back, That One Guy kicks him in the gut and grabs his head in a front face lock. He lifts his hurt left arm as far in the air as he can, yells, and then slaps Javen on the back and drops back with a big implant DDT. Fecca, "NAMELESS!" That One Guy pulls himself up, wincing in pain from his arm as he stands over Javen, extending his arms into his Tommy Dreamer/Raven-esque pose�?BOOM! He takes a big forearm to the back from Mason and the fans boo. That One Guy staggered forward and to a knee. He gets up and turns around and sees Mason stalking him. Suddenly the PWT-A-Vision kicks back on and we see Shadow getting to "Justyce" in the back. He yanks off the head wrap and�?Who the Hell? That ain’t Justyce folks, although the body and clothing were virtually identical the face is clearly not Justyce’s. Shadow, "Who�?Why�? Woman, "Nova told me too... I'll do anything for Nova�? Shadow seems steamed as the PWT-A-Vision goes out. Fecca, "That wasn’t even Justyce! Those bastards manipulated Shadow right out of his PWT Title opportunity!" Back in the ring That One Guy doesn’t know what else to do so BAM! BAM! BAM! Three stiff rights, all of which barely even make the big man’s head move. That One Guy looks either way, then darts back, hits the ropes, and tries to drive a hard shoulder into him, but all he does his hurt is own arm as Mason has about as much give as a brick wall. Mason reaches out and grabs That One Guy by the throat with such force that That One Guy’s eyes damn near pop out of his skull. Mason hoists That One Guy way up into the air by his throat and walks over to the ropes�?/P> Fecca, "NO! If he throws him over will it count?!"
Styles, "All the rules say is you get eliminated if you go up and over, says nothing about having to be eliminated by an official member of the match."
Fecca, "NO! THIS AIN’T RIGHT!" The booing crowd suddenly starts to erupt, but why? It doesn’t take long to realize as Shadow slides into the ring with a steal chair in hand�?He rarely uses foreign objects but if he’s ever been justified now seems like that time of justification. He runs at full speed and CRACK! Right across the back of Mason as the crowd erupts. Fecca, "YES!" Mason turns around, hardly phased but clearly pissed. Shadow doesn’t give an inch though as he swings with all he’s got and BLAM! Right over the head. Mason Backs up a quarter of a step or so�?BLAM! Another one�?The Monster is still hardly effected but he is against the ropes. Shadow darts back, bounces off the ropes, darts across and leaps up�?CRAAAAAAACK! Full force, full weight, full Momentum with the steal chair to such an extent that the now well indented chair goes flying and Both Mason tumbles over the top rope to the floor below. Fecca, "YES! SHADOW IS FURIOUS AND HE’S GETTING HIS!" That One Guy pulls himself up holding his throat and still gasping for Air as Javen is starting to pull himself up in the middle from that huge "Nameless" DDT he took a few moments ago. Shadow Points to Javen, then points over the ropes and yells, "DO IT! DO IT TEE! WIN THIS MATCH!" The crowd is going ballistic�?/P> Fecca, "YES TEE OH GEE! DO IT! DO IT! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD DO IT!"
Styles, "NO! THIS IS CHEAP! SHADOW WAS ELIMINATED!"
Fecca, "I don’t wanta hear it! Mason wasn’t even in this thing to begin with! Shadow just evened up the sides!" That One Guy looks around wide eyed as Javen’s kinda up but still out of it. That One Guy nods passionitly as the fans are on their feet popin like freakin crazy�?the Emotion in the building is off the charts. That One Guy hits the ropes, runs from behind, hooks Javen’s neck and cargo pants, runs forward with him and sends a wide eyed Javen up and over the top rope, where he bounces off the outside canvas and hits the floor and the bell immediately sounds. Fecca, "YES! HE’S DONE IT! HE’S DONE IT! BAH GOD TEE OH GEE HAS DONE IT AND HE’S GOING TO IMMORTAL GLLLLLLLLLLLORRRYYYYYYYYY!"
Styles, "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!"
Fecca, "YES! YES! FREAKING YEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSS!" Sabrina, "YOUR WINNER... And the NUMBER ONE CONTENDER FOR THE PWT WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE.... THAT_ONE_GUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUYYYYYYYYY!!" Shadow comes over and raises That One Guy’s arm in victory as That one guy winces in pain and Shadow uses his free arm to hold his neck. Javen And Mason are walking backwards up the ramp, Javen holding his neck as well from that DDT as his other hand is used to point to the ring and throw obscenities�?Whether they’re directed at Shadow, TOG, Both, or whatever, we don’t know. "Remember The Name" By Fort Minor blasts over the PA as the crowd is just going nuts. Fecca, "Nobody thought he could do it! This time two weeks ago we had no idea who this guy was! Now�?His Third match in PWT will be for the PWT WORLD TITLE at IMMORTAL GLORY! More Importantly, He’s survived and bested the efforts of the Caine Clan! That just doesn’t happen! That One Guy�?By God Eddie�?that One Guy and Shadow why they�?They�?They combined with Christian Michaels just might be PWT’s ray of light! Good GOD! We’ll Be back!" Shadow and That One Guy celebrate in the ring, playing to the crowd as the cameras fade to commercial. | | |
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| [ The cameras come back from commercial and we see That One Guy walking into the back from the Gorilla position with Shadow right behind. Some crew members are applauding as Ken Mitchell comes over with a microphone. Ken, "What a HUGE upset! Two weeks ago you’d never been heard of, now you’re heading to Immortal Glory to wrestle the Heavyweight Champion of the World, Dante Cross! What can possibly be going through your mind right now?!" That One Guy takes some deep breaths, "Ah HELL! I Don’t Know Kenny man! I don’t KNOW! But I’ll tell ya what I do know! Caine’s�?You tried to secure the title with Javen and You failed! You sent your Goliath Mason, but brother, Ya made the mistake of pissin off PWT’s own David in Shadow and fellas, he may not have a sling shot but he swings a steel chair like nobody I’ve ever seen before! Shadow Man, a million thank yous for evening up the sides because if you hadn’t, this interview may not even be taking place. Shadow, "Caines! You don’t mess with another man’s home, and ya don’t mess with that part of his mind that’s designed by nature to be a protector to those he keeps around him. You did that tonight and you paid the price. I may not be heading to the Title match at immortal Glory, but there’s nobody more deserving to take that match if I can’t then That One guy." [ That One Guy, who’s full of emotion right now, gives Shadow a big hug. He then spins back around, "But the Caines are my past and if Christian Michaels can do what we all pray he can at Immortal Glory, they won’t be in my distant future either�?Dante Cross on the other hand is a completely different story all together. Dante! Champ! You’re the man and you’ve got ten pounds of gold that Proves it! But a legend in this business used to say "To Be the Man, Ya gotta Beat The man" and Brother�?I’m lookin to be the man this Sunday Night at Immortal Glory. This week a whole battle royal full of people underestimated me and didn’t take me seriously�?I know you’re considering doing the same but I’d suggest against it. I Just got a taste of the big time and now man�?Now I’m hooked. I’m on Cloud Nine right now but I’m gonna need my fix again real soon and come Immortal Glory, It’s time for the ultimate natural high�?It’s time for That One Guy to cement a legacy within the walls of PWT�?For the Nameless to be named�?Next Sunday, Dante Cross�?That One Guy�?PWT World Heavyweight Title�?I’ll be there like I’ve never been anywhere else before and I hope you are too. WHOOOO!" [ That one Guy’s eyes get wide as he sees Ciara Cage standing off to the side, smiling softly in his direction. That One Guy, "Ciara! Shadow! Let’s go! People Of Baton Rouge! Let’s go! I Love This city! Tonight we’re not young and nameless like some in these halls see us�?Tonight, we’re gonna do it like the Hoursemen in the 80s! GOOD GAWD!" [ With that That One Guy and his surrounding supporters head off as Mitchell smiles and says, "How refreshing�?Let’s send it back to the ring." [ Not quite kenster! The arena is still buzzing about That One Guy's amazing victory moments ago! Shockwave switches to the view in the trainer's room. We see the Southern Heartthrob sittin on a table. Currently the head of the PWT medical staff is flushing the spray out of CM's eyes. We can hear the former champ as he groans a bit. Finally its done and he's tossed a towel. CM: Oh God.....Man, doc, did you see where my wife went to? Doc: I'm not sure who you mean? CM: The pretty red-head that I.... [ Michaels stumbles over his words. CM: That I accidently kicked in the head... Doc: Oh, her.....Erm I was told that she refused medical treatment and left a few minutes ago. CM: Dammit! [ CM hops off the table and rushes out the door. Our cameras follow until he runs out the back exit looking for Rhya. *COMMERCIAL BREAK* | | |
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| [ Shockwave returns from another round of commercials. Seems that PWT's Pitch Man Xabe has went from doing just condoms to cold and flu meds aswell. Sounds about right get that girl dozed on meds and then give her a ride on Mister Howdy before she wakes up...Next week X-man is going to be doing the Infomercial for Hooked on Ebonics. We are back ringside with Bob Fecca and Eddie"Fashions for Fools" Styles. BF" What a battle royale we have just witnessed and what a suprise winner. I just hope Dante Cross is ready for a war at Immortal Glory because I think he is about to step onto the battle field with a true warrior." ES" Canadians no nothing about wars...Well except avoiding them and running away from them." BF" Not Dante....He is an extreme warrior through and through.." ES" Just like our next Canadian warrior...Matlock" [ There is a loud round of laughter from both men.. BF" Sorry folks that was totally unprofessional on my part. Matlock has all the chance in the world to win here tonight and show everyone he is ready to face the Peoples Champion Angel at Immortal Glory. " ES" Who are you kidding? This is Malice , he isn't the sharpest tool in the shed but he is big as the whole damn shed.." BF"Well we have seen the Caines already here tonight cause carnage and chaos lets see if that continues" ES" Correction...You seen Christian Micheals kick Rhya in the chops so damn hard her teeth are probably still chattering" BF" Oh you know that was Nova's fault so don't even try it...Lets go up to Sabrina for the intros" [ Camera pans up to the ring and the lovely Sabrina. "Ladies and Gentlemen our next match is scheduled for one fall with a thirty minute time limit..." The big screen starts flashing the upside down cross bringing those fans not already on their feet after that battle royale up to their feet to boo...The words "YOU WILL BELIEVE" scroll across the screen in front of the cross with God's gonna cut you down playing over the P.A. System. "Coming first to the ring from the Sulphur Springs Sanitarium and weighing in at three hundred and eighty five pounds..He is accompanied by his spiritual advisor Reverend Josiah...This is Maliceeeeeeeeeeeeeee" Josiah steps through the curtain in that blood red suit of his leading the way for the big man who comes out behind him with the pyro erupting on either side of the stage.. 
[ Mason and Josiah stalk towards the ring with the big man climbing up onto the ring apron and going in over the top rope with Josiah electing to take the steps. BF" Everytime I see this man I am more and more impressed with his sheer size. I don't agree with the path he has chosen in this sport or the people he chooses to associate with ,but he is still an awe inspiring specimen." ES" He is a monster is what he is and tonight he will show Matlock just exactly why he should never have accepted this match. [ 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. Sabrina" An his opponent hailing from Cape Breton Island, Nova Scotia, Canada and weighing in at two hundred and seventy pounds..being accompained by Jessie Winters and Aubrey Baxter ..He is the cornered animal..MATT MATLOCK!!" [ 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 he steps down climbing into the ring and locking eyes with Malice. BF" What an entrance by Matlock as always" ES" His entrance is longer then some of his matches." [ Referee Jim Richards calls for the bell and Matlock instantly shoots across the ring at the big man. He lays in a series of heavy lefts and rights pushing Malice back into the corner. Matlock throws a couple echoing knife edge chops to Malice's chest and whips him across the ring at the opposite turnbuckle following him in with a clothesline. BF" Matlock is doing what I have said people need to do all along with Malice. You gotta take the fight to this big man and wear him down" [ Matlock whips Malice back across the ring looking for the same move only to eat a size twentysomething boot when he followed in for the clothesline..Matlock goes down hard and Malice starts putting the boots to him. ES" I think now we see why Bobsie is here calling matches and not managing talent" [ Malice picks Matlock up and fires him into the ropes hooking him on the rebound and slamming him violently into the mat with a spinebuster. Outside the ring Josiah creeps around the ring towards Aubrey and Jessica calling them" Whores and Sinners" BF" Someone get that little toady away from those lovely ladies" ES" Why don't you do it? I will hold you coat" BF" Oh don't you think I wouldn't.. But I got...Well I got..Ya see I need to" ES" Yeah I wouldn't want Malice kicking my ass either" [ Malice picks Matlock up and scoops him up onto his shoulder. He walks around the ring with Matlock over his shoulder showing off the impressive strength. BF" Thats a solid two seventy he is carrying around like a ragdoll" [ Malice squares up in the corner and runs towards the middle of the ring powerslamming Matlock hard onto the mat and going for the cover. One...Two..Thr... [ Matlock amazingly gets the shoulder up as Richards hand was heading down. BF" Whether you like him or you hate him there is no quit in this man" ES" Also no air in him after that slam" [ Josiah pauses momentarily in his harassing of the Matlock's Minions to look at the ring and give the thumbs down signal. BF" I think its over for Matlock" [ Malice sends Matlock into the ropes snatching him on the rebound and drilling him with the Spiral of Despair( Spinning Sidewalk Slam)..Malice goes for the cover.. One...Two..Thre.. [ Malice gets up off of Matlock and walks towards the ropes looking out at the crowd behind the announce table. He cocks his head to the left and then to right clearly confused. BF" What is he doing? He had Matlock beaten." ES"Maybe he is wanting to inflict so more pain" BF" He looking out this way though..He seems to have lost complete interest in Matlock at the moment" [ The camera pans along Malice's line of sight to show what he is looking at. In the second row some dimwitted fan is holding up a sign that says "Kimberly Pain Sucks...But at least she swallows"..The fan is oblivious to Malice's eyes on him and continues to wave the sign back and forth like its a flag. Josiah runs around to that side of the ring screaming at Malice to put away Matlock but the big man's eyes are locked on that sign and the man holding it. Malice lets out sudden eardrum piercing growl and comes over the top rope leaping down the floor making a beeline for the fan. Josiah tries to get in his way but he is brushed aside like he isn't even there. BF" Ut oh..I see something bad happening"
ES" Gee ya think...SCATTER!!!!" [ Bob and Eddie get out of the way just in time before Malice comes over their table and leaps from the top of it right out into the crowd. Fans scream running in all directions to get out of his way as Malice gets to the pudgy little dude holding the sign and rips it from his hands. He shreds the sign and pie faces the guy right over his seat to the floor. BF scrambling back to his mic" There is a lawsuit" [ Jim Richards along with several members of Mutt Johnson's security force enter the stands trying to get Mason back towards the ring but the big man isn't budging. He continues to look down at the sign guy like a lion sizing up a gazelle. Back in the ring Matlock staggers up to his feet and looks around with that dazed and confused expression...He slowly walks to the ropes looking out at the crowd and the mass of humanity trying to get Malice back in the ring. Matlock starts screaming at the referee to get back in the ring but I doubt Richards can hear him over the boos. BF" Matlock wants this match to continue. I am amazed" ES" Yeah me too..I am amazed you are that stupid, he wants the ref in the ring to count Malice out and give him the cheap victory" BF" I think you are totally wrong...Matlock is out here to have a....What the hell" [ In the ring Matlock is so busy screaming for the ref that he don't see the blonde blur racing towards the ring. The crowd know who it is the minute they see that quarter bouncin booty slide in under the bottom rope and give her that mixed reaction. The only member of the Caines that the fans like Angel pops up to her feet in the ring..Of course the fans might like her more because she is always acting the adult while they act like overgrown kids..Angel comes up behind Matlock and whips him around to face her, she hooks his head before he can even react and runs up the ropes in the corner pushing herself off and spiking Matlock's skull against the mat with the Angeldusted(Acid Drop).. BF" What in the hell is she doing out here?" ES" Matlock wants a shot at her title, she is just giving him a free preview of whats to come" [ Angel slides to the floor unnoticed by the referee who finally has gotten Malice heading back towards the ring. Malice slips into the ring and places his size twenty on Matlock's chest glaring at the ref... BF" I smell another damn set up. I think Malice went into the crowd just so Angel could come out here and cheapshot Matlock....Those damn Caines" ES" Always with the conspiracy theories..Next thing you know you will be accusing Nova of being on the grassy knoll" BF" Shaddup" [ The ref moves in for the count but its purely academic now..Matlock is out cold from the cheapshot and not budging in the slightest. One...Two....Three...Malice wins. Sabrina " Here is your winner...MALICEEEEEEEEEEEE!!" [ The crowd boos with the camera angle going towards the stage showing Angel at the top of the stage smiling as she admires her handy work. 
BF" She may be smiling tonight,but you wait until Immortal Glory...There will be hell to pay" ES" Wake up and smell the jobber...Angel will continue to reign supreme in the Peeps division just like I reign supreme here" BF" Keep dreaming... [ The big screen lights up above the stage where Angel stands smiling. We see a scene from the back where Matlock's goons Nic Torrell and Trey Thunder are seen standing next to a vending machine. Nic continues to slide his dollar into the match only to have it spit back out at him. Trey walks around swinging his baseball bat with a big smile..
Trey" Hey dude I think I got Bonds swing...What ya think?" Nic kicks the machine" Stupid whore gimme my oatmeal pie" Trey" Hey dude wasn't we suppose to do something for Matt?" Nic" Yeah go beat up on them guys from deliverance when he says so" Trey" Oh yeah...Just you wait until I get out there at the ring I am going to kick some ass" Nic" Pfftt Not more ass then me" [ Nic finally gets his snack and they wander off..One of them mumbling" I wonder if we should have bought Matt a ding dong..He loves those"
[ Back at ringside with Fecca and Styles BF" Matlock is not going to be a happy man with his personal security when he wakes up. Those idiots don't even know the match is over" ES" Thats what you get for hiring your goons from the free cheese line..." BF" We will be right back with the main event folks" [ The show goes to commercial with an ad for Immortal Glory showing scenes of all the major stars in PWT in various matches with the Matchbox Twenty theme playing softy in the background....The Final Battle commences...The New Champion is Tested...The world will be watching....The Past....The Present....The Future of wrestling......Professional Wrestling Today presents Immortal Glory live on March second from the Bud Walton Arena in Fayetteville Arkansas...Contact your local pay per view provider. This Glory has no death. | | |
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| [ We're so totally back from comemrcial break. But its not time to go back to ringside just yet. The camera swings around and we see Javen being confronted by Brandon Marks. Marks: Alright man.....Where's my pixie sticks? [ Javen snaps his head in Brandon's direction. Javen: What are you, stupid or something? You idiot! I was never going to give you any damned pixie sticks. To be honest I thought that I'd end up having to chunk your ass over the top rope. Lucky for me you're such a dumbass you eliminated yourself. Lemme give ya some advice man, drop the fun-times gimmick. It gets you nothing but shat on in this business. Fookin goof. [ Javen just shakes his head and walks away from Brandon. Then reality sets in for Brand Marks. He finally realizes what he gave up for the false promise of pixie sticks. Suddenly he turns and swats a coffee-maker off the nearby table. Marks flips the table over, kicks a nearby anvil case, and throws a chair down t he hall. He's really pissed off right now. Sadly poor ole Ryan Dunn strolls over. Dunn: Ya know on my MTV show "Homewreckers", we'd totally get him back for lying like that. [ WHAM! The effin sucker punch from hell drills Ryan to the floor! Brandon then just hauls off and starts kicking the crap outta poor Ryan. When his foot gets tired Brandon even mounts Dunn and rains down the punches like bombs. Eventually security rushes into the scene, restraining Brandon as we go to commercial. *COMMERCIAL BREAK* | | |
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| [ The commercial break is over folks and its time for the main event. Fans are ready to see this one go down too. And that's when "SeiGee's theme" by Whoever hits the speakers. The fans coming to their feet and cheering. Seconds into the theme out comes Seifer and his lady love, Georgia James. Fecca: It seems strange this week, Eddie, seeing the team of Seifer and Georgia without the tag titles around their waists. Styles: It really does Bob. I mean I'd just accepted that we'd always have them as the champs. Now we gotta deal with Lucky Heat as the tag champs? And they call Canada "Bizzarro Land" [ Our former champs make time to slap some of the outstretched hands of the fans on their way down the ramp. In the ring Sabrina raises her mic. Sabrina: This next contest is scheduled for ONE fall and is our MAIN EVENT! [ The fans pop again. Sabrina: The winning team will become the number one contenders for the Tag Team championship.......And will recieve their shot next weekend at IMMORTAL GLORY! [ One more time the fans pop. Sabrina: Introducing first, the former Tag Team champions, he is "The Immortal"......."The King Of PWT"........He is SEIFER!!!.....And his partner, "THEE Reigning Goddess"......GEORGIA JAAAAAAAMES!!! [ Naturally the fans give their biggest pop thus far. The former champs finally on the apron. Seif sits on the middle rope and holds it open for Gee. She steps through, giving her man a small peck on the cheek as she does. The duo heading to their corner. They seem to be talking strategy as their music fades away. Sabrina: And now, their opponents.......He is the Head of PWT Security.....He is MARCUS JOHNNNNSON!!!....And his tag team partner....."THEE Jingle Belle Championess".......ISABELL WINNNNNNNTERS!!!! [ The crowd is booing as "Marcus' theme" hits over the speakers. Isabell then steps onto the stage followed closely by Marcus. Izzy stops at the top of the ramp and blows Seifer a kiss. Now this simply annoys Marcus who rolls his eyes a bit. But down in the ring its like Gee was a powder-keg and someone dropped a spark on her. Georgia tries to make a break toward the entrance ramp, but Seif wraps his arms around her waist, somehow managing to hold her back. Back on the ramp Izzy just smiles an waves. Fecca: Just look at that jezzebelle Izzy! Styles: I think you mean "Jingle-Belle"... Fecca: The hell I do! Isabell is nothing but a jezzebelle. She's not happy with just having Marcus Johnson at her feet, she wants Seifer too! Styles: What's so wrong with that? A lot of women settle for other men while wishing they had Seifer. Fecca: Well for one thing he's already got a girlfriend in Georgia James. Styles: But come on Bob, the Seifmadness is too much for just any one woman to contain. Why I'll bet Seif would love nothing more than to walk out of this match with both women under his arm. Fecca: I highly doubt that. Seifer has proven himself to be a man of integrity here in PWT. [ The conversation is cut there as Marcus and Izzy have made it to their corners. Our senior official, Richard Johnson, lets both teams know that they need to designate someone to start this match off. SeiGee doesn't even have a discussion about it. Gee suddenly charges across the ring after Izzy. But the lady who ended the career of Victoria Hamilton see's her coming. Izzy ducks outta the ringa nd Marcus steps in Gee's way. She bows up to him, talking some mad trash about what she's gonna do to Izzy and him if he don't move. Marcus ain't tryin ta hear that noise though. He just puts his hands on Gee's shoulders and shoves her to her butt. She flies right back up and rocks Marcus with a strong right hand shot! Marcus falls back against the ropes and bounces back, ready to clobber Gee. However he pulls back and doesn't deliver the punch. Fecca: Wow. I'm shocked that Marcus Johnson didn't deck Georgia right there. Perhaps there is some redeemable qualities to this man. Styles: What the hell Marcus? You don't give up a perfect shot like that! Even if it is some broad with a juicy booty. [ Izzy seems to share Eddie's sentiments. She stats yellin at Marcus about not doin his job. So he turns to have a discussion about it. Gee ain't gonna stand around though. She blows by Marcus going for Izzy. But again Izzy advoids confrontation, this time by jumping off the apron. Johnson grabs Gee around the waist and shoves her back again. This time she falls on her backside and rolls through to her feet. Again she has no qualms about coming after Marcus. Gee swings another hard right hand. This time her punch is ducked and she spins with the force she put behind it. Marcus raises up, Gee with her back to him, and promptly lifts an then drops Gee for the classic atomic knee-drop. Gee stumbling forward, reachin back to grab her tailbone. Meanwhile ole Marcus charges forward and delivers a bulldog on Gee. Izzy is pleased as Marcus goes for a pin. Two count only though as Gee kicks out soundly. Styles: That's right Marcus! Show her what's what! [ Marcus Johnson is to his feet first. He goes to drag Gee up but she rolls away. After getting up on her own, Gee comes back in lookingf or a classic lock-up. marcus accepts and we've gots ome jockeyingf or position here. Unfortunately for Gee the size and power advantage are too far in Marcus' favor. He manages to back her into a corner. The ref is calling for a clean break here and it looks lik he won't be getting it. Marcus draws back, ready to deliver a hard right hand of his own.......But he doesn't deliver again. Instead Marcus actually backs out of the corner, giving a clean break. Gee doesn't care to know why she was spared there. She comes out the corner and shoves Marcus. Out of reflex he shoves her back hard into the corner. Gee stumbles back out and is backbody dropped. Outside on the apron Izzy is demanding Marcus find his killer instinct. Styles: Yeah! Find your killer instinct Marcus! Fecca: You're pathetic Eddie, wanting Marcus to assualt this young lady. I'm glad he's finallys howing that he has some kind of common sense. Styles: Oh stuff it Fecca! Georgia knew what she was gettin into when this match was made. And if Marcus doesn't figure that out, he's gonna let poor lil Isabell down. [ Back in the ring an Gee is up again. She wants to lock-up again. Marcus obliges and this time drops down and gives Gee a fireman's carry takedown. The move has lil effecta nd Gee is quickly back to her feet. She even beats Marcus and makes him pay with a dropkick right to the kisser! He's sent flying onto his back and rolls to the ropes. Gee rolls to her knees and decides to take the oppurtunity to tag in Seifer. The fans cheering as the Seifmadness is about to be unleashed. He stalks over to Marcus who is getting up against the ropes. Seif yanks Marcus around to his back against the ropes, exposing his chest. Seifer then delivers a wicked knife-edge chop! Crowd: WOOOOOOOO! [ Another chop! Crwod: WOOOOOOOO! [ A third chop! Crowd: WOOOOOOOOO! [ Seifer then takes Marcus by the left wrist and whips him across the ring. Johnson hits the farside ropes and rebounds off them. Charging back Marcus is caught up in a sleeper-hold by the Seifmadness! Marcus is flailing his arms, trying to get loose of the sleeper. He finally turns into it and is about to deliver the common side-belly to belly suplex counter. But a talent like Seifer has that one wells couted. He counters that counter before Marcus can deliver it by taking Johnson over in a side-headlock takedown. Fecca: Great counter there by Seifer. He managed to counter Marcus before Marcus could counter him. Styles: Naturally there Bobbsie. That's what a Seifer does best ya know. Fecca: You comparing him to a character off Winnie the Pooh? Styles: You know the characters off Winnie the Pooh? [ The ref asks Marcus if he wants to give in as Seif wrenches in that headlock. Not gonna happen this day buddy. Marcus is able to rolls Seif over into a pinning situation. Gets a quick two before Seif muscles back to his seated position. Once again Marcus rolls him back to the pin. ONE..........TWO.......Kickout! Seif back to a seated position again. Needing a new plan of escape, Marcus starts to power back to a vertical base. He an Seifer eventually back on their feet. Johnson falls back to the ropes wif Seif and shoves him away. Seif hits the farside ropes and comes back to Marcus waiting to deliver the back drop. That's not gonna catch someone like Seifer though. The Seifmadness hooks Marcus for a DDT. Reversal though! Marcus Johnson delivers a magnificent Northern Lights suplex! Bridges for a pin....NO! Seif breaks out before a count of one. They race upa nd Marcus looks for just a flatout kick to the mid-section. Caught by Seifer though and he delivers a drop toe hold. Fecca: Excellent counter by Seifer again. This man is showing why he's recognized so much worldwide in the ring. Styles: Marcus might not even get a chance to tag in Izzy in this match. Fecca: You might be right! Seifer is trying to lock in the "Immortal Deathlock"! [ In the ring Seif is sure enough looking for his version of the "Sharpshooter" submission. But give Marcus his due, he's fighting against being turned over. And he manages to wiggle his way to the ropes. The ref only has to take his count to 2 before Seif lets go of Marcus. He backs up at the ref's request. Suddenly Marcus shoots up and takes Seif to the mat with a spear. He moves into a side-mount and finally starts taking out all his frustration on Seifer.Marcus raining down the "hurtin bombs" on Seifmadness. He eventually pops up and begins putting the boots to Seif like there's no tommorrow. Fecca: My word! Marcus Johnson seems to have caught himself a second wind here against Seif. Styles: Can you imagine if he defeats Seifer him? Why I bet Izzy will be forever impressed with her man. Fecca: Somehow I doubt she'll quit stalking Seifer. [ Marcus finally decides to get Seifer to his feet. He whips the madness to the ropes. On the rebound and Marcus grabs his opponent for a spinebuster. He spins to deliver it muchlike Triple H does. But somehow Seifer manages to hook an around Marcus' head and nails a DDT at the same time! Fortunately for Seif the impact of the DDT sends Marcus poppin back up and then falling onto his back. No pin situation here. Yet both men are down in the center of the ring. Fecca: Both men are down! Folks we've got to take our absolute last commercial break! Please don't go away! [ As the show heads for that final commercial, the ref is starting his ten count. *COMMERCIAL BREAK* [ Shockwave is back from that absolute final commercial now. However the scene has changed drastically now. We now find that Isabell Winters has been tagged in. She's currently calling for a test of strength with Seifer. Fecca: Welcome back to our Shockwave main event ladies and gentlemen. During the commercial break, Marcus Johnson managed to tag out to Izzy. She managed to cut Seifer off before he could tag out to Georgia. So we've got the current situation. Styles: This will be amazing if Seifer goes for the test of strength. Fecca: Amazingly bad for Winters that is. [ He's very reluctant but Seifer finally agrees. he goes to lock hands with Izzy and she locks her right with his left. Then he looks to lock his right to her left, but she instead runs that hand down his chest to his abs. Gee seems to be pretty peeved bout this. Seif backs off and tells Izzy to get serious here. She relents and its time for the classic lock-up. They shoot at each other but Izzy ducks behind and swats Seif on his behind! Gee is even more peeved dammit all. Seif says that's the last warning. Annother attempt at a lockup here. This time Seif shoots behind Izzy. She responds by rubbing her backside against his crotch. Seifer jumps back and Gee has seen enough. Styles: Uh oh! Fecca: I think that's quite an understatement Eddie. Georgia has seen enough of Winter's antics with her man. Styles: Didn't anyone ever teach her to share? [ Gee races into the irng ready to destroy, but she's intercepted by the ref. He's trying ta tell her she can't be in the irng. And while he does Marcus slips in. He clobbers Seif from behind with his hands clasped together. Marcus then starts puttin the boots to the King of PWT. Now here comes our ref to seperate this deal. As he's backing Marcus up in his corner, Gee charges across the ring and leaps in the air. She ends up Stinger splashing both the ref and Marcus in that corner! Styles: Ahhhhh! There goes the damned ref. Fecca: All hell is about to break loose. [ It does indeed break loose too Fecca. Izzy grabs Gee by her hair and yanks her around. Winters looking for a right hand to Gee's face, but she's blocked. Georgia starts firing off the rights of her own, driving Izzy back as Seifer begins to stir. Gee takes notice and she swinsg around behind Izzy. Now it seems the devious lil Jingle-Belle of PWT is about to pay. She's begging for mercy as Seifer prepares to deliver a "Blood Spiller" superkick. But at the last instant Izzy manages to duck away and the kick NAILS poor ole Gee! She's out like a light! Fecca: Oh my! Seifer just accidently superkicked Georgia. Styles: Guess she shoulda held onto Izzy better. [ Seifer is looking shocked all to be damned as Gee lays on the mat. He's about to check on her when he's blindsided by Marcus Johnson. He sends Seif down and begins stalking for a finisher. But suddenly Izzy drops to a knee behind Marcus. He has no idea until she gives him the ole uppercut to the nads! Johnson, his hurtin now, doubles over in pain. Somehow he manages not to go down. Perhaps its sheer strength of will and wanting ta know WTF, but Marcus turns to face Izzy. She blows him a kiss and then hits "The Good Night Kiss" (diamond cutter) on Marcus! Fecca: What the hell?! Styles: Oh my God! I think its finally happening! [ Izzy and Seifer then turn to face one naother. Suddenly both break out into wide grins. Izzy then jumping into Seifer's arms, wrapping her legs around his waist, and delivering one hell of a tongue filled kiss on the King of PWT. Fans start booing and tossing empty soda cups and hotdog wrappers at them. The apparent new couple don't seem to care. The ref awakens to find Seifer with a foot on Marcus' chesta n Izzy with a foot on Gee's. And these two sickos are sharing a kiss as the ref counts to three! ONE................TWO..............THREE!!! The bell rings but the people backstage don't know what theme to play. Sabrina: Here are your winners......uh.....SEIFER and......ISABELL WINTERS? [ Seif an Izzy smile big time. Fecca: Oh my God! These two are sick and discpicable! Styles: Oh shut up Bob! Finally true love has conquered all! Fecca: Ugh! Folks this is Bob Fecca for Eddie Styles saying goodnight. Hopefully by next Sunday's pay per view we'll have some sort of explanation for this.... [ Shockwave fades off the air as SeIzz continues to celebrate. | | |
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| [Shockwave fades back in Fecca: Ladies and gentlemen. We now have the footage that wasn’t aired earlier of the Bobby Johnson/Marcus Johnson Lumberjack Match. We are set to show it in it’s entirety, so enjoy. [The scene fades in. "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 Fleur De Leap�?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 stops at the top of the ramp. He gets down in a Shawn Michaels type pose, as the Louisiana crowd gives him a huge pop. Bobby chants can be heard all around the arena. He is without question way over with the home crowd. Sabrina: Ladies and Gentlemen the following contest is a Lumberjack Match scheduled for ONEFALL . Making his way to the ring from New Orleans, Louisiana (crowd pops), He is a former PWT Heavyweight Champion, PWT Grand Slam winner, and PWT Walk of Famer. He is Louisiana’s (crowd pops) very own Bobby Johnsonnnnnn!!! [He finally stands back up and starts to jump from side to side a lot like Brock Lesnar used to. He stops jumping after about ten seconds, and starts to make his way down the ramp. He slaps hands with the fans as he makes his way to the ring. He stops in front of the ring, leaps up onto the rings edge, and grabs the ropes. He leap frogs over them, and lands inside the ring. He walks over to the far corner, climbs up the turnbuckle, and hold his arms in the air for the crowd as they chant his name. He gets back down, walks over to the opposite turnbuckle, and does the same routine. He finally jumps down, and waits for his Marcus and his band of merry men. Fecca: Well we are starting this episode of Shockwave off with a bang that’s for sure. Bobby Johnson makes his return to the State that he resides in. He is a legend in this state when it comes to sports. He was a four time state high school wrestling champion at Brother Martin High School in New Orleans. He was also a all state performer in football and baseball as well. We must not forget that he was a four time NCAA wrestling champion at Louisiana State University. Styles: Seeing as how you are obviously in love with the guy, don’t forget to mention that he won the PWT Heavyweight Championship here. Fecca: I was just getting to that Eddie. Bobby won the PWT Heavyweight Championship in one of the best matches ever inside of a PWT ring against David Van Dam. It was a match that lasted over seventy minutes, and it was one hell of a way to end the year two thousand and six. ["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 is followed by the ten security guards that were unsuccessful in their attempt to take Bobby out last week. He pauses at the top of the ramp to soak in his surroundings and the boos 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. Sabrina: And now his opponent.......He is the Head of PWT Security.....He is Marcus Johnsonnnnn!!! He makes his way down the ramp energetically, giving a few lucky fans in the front row a brush of his hand. He instructs his security guards to take their places around the ring and they waste no time in doing so. 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 stops flexing and turns his attention towards Bobby and stares at him until the bell rings. Fecca: Well it looks like Marcus is ready to do business tonight. I don’t see that usual look of arrogance that he usually has. Styles: I guess with him have two matches tonight, he feels that he has to get this one over as quick as possible. Fecca: That won’t be that easy of a task . Not with Bobby being across the ring from him. He will have his work cut out for him. Styles: I beg to differ Bob. Marcus could order his men into the ring at anytime and bring a quick end to this match.. Fecca: Lets just hope that is not the case. [Referee Frank Mason signals for the bell and Bobby wastes no time in making his way towards Marcus. Marcus comes towards Bobby and they lock up with one another. Marcus is able to outmaneuver Bobby and get him into a Standing Headlock. Before Marcus is able to get a good grip, Bobby is able to give him a hard shove and break free. Marcus bounces into the ropes and when he rebounds off of them, he is greeted with a Spinning Heel Kick courtesy of one Bobby J. The move gets the crowd excited, and Bobby leaps up to his feet. Marcus gets to his feet and Bobby wastes no time in converging on him. He grabs him by the arm and gives him an Irish Whip into the ropes. Marcus is able to grab onto the ropes and avoid bouncing back towards Bobby. He drops down to the mat and rolls out of the ring. The security guards come over to make sure that their boss is alright. It’s obvious to everyone who the lumberjacks favor and they let their feelings be known by pelting Marcus and his band of merry men with drinks, boxes of popcorn, and whatever else is handy. Fecca: Oh this isn’t right. The lumberjacks should be throwing Marcus back in the ring by now. Styles: Come on Bob, why are you surprised? These guys work for Marcus, so why wouldn’t they be out there making sure that he was ok? Bobby said that Marcus could make any match that he wanted, so why wouldn’t Marcus make a match that was advantageous to him? Fecca: I guess that I can’t argue those facts. Styles: It’s about time that you admitted that I knew what I was talking about. Fecca: There’s a first time for everything I guess. [Back in the ring, Bobby looks out at Marcus being coddled by his hired goons and can’t take it anymore. He runs forward and leaps over the ropes and lands on the huddle of security guards that had surrounded Marcus. Bobby starts to swing on anything that was moving. The Security guards proceed to retaliate against Bobby and work him over pretty good. They roll him back into the ring and look over at Marcus, who confidently rolls back into the ring and gets up to his feet with a cocky grin on his face. He guides Bobby back up to his feet and Irish Whips him into the far ropes and follows it up with Clothesline. He goes over to the corner and climbs the turnbuckle. He leaps off and lands on top of Bobby with a Body Splash, and goes for the pin attempt. Frank Mason goes down to the mat and makes the count. One�? Two�? Kickout�? [Marcus looks at Frank Mason with a look of astonishment on his face and goes for the pin attempt again. This time he hooks the leg. One�?/FONT> Two�? Kickout�? [The crowd gives a huge pop to Bobby’s resolve, and Marcus gets up to his feet and gets into Frank Mason’s face. He slaps his hand three times to signify that he thought that he had the match won. Frank Mason tells him to don’t worry about the officiating and get back to the match at hand. Sabrina doesn’t get into the ring, but she does announce what happened to the crowd from the outside. Sabrina: Marcus Johnson has been disqualified for assaulting a referee, so your winner by disqualification, Bobby Johnsonnnnnn!!! [The crowd pops because Bobby got the win. Marcus gets very angry and pushes Frank Mason down to the mat. Marcus continues to yell at him. Frank Mason gets back up to his feet and signals for the bell. Marcus asks him what did he do that for and Mason tells him that he was disqualified for putting his hand on a referee. Marcus face gets beet red. He starts to go after Frank Mason, but throughout his little spat with the ref, he has given Bobby a chance to recover. Before he can do anything to Mason, he is yanked around. He doesn’t get a chance to react before receiving a Killa Kick�?to the jaw. He falls to the mat, and Bobby lowers the straps on his singlet and lets out a loud yell. The crowd gets to their feet because they know what is coming next. Bobby pounces on Marcus and Locks him in the Bourbon Street Blues�?(Rear Naked Choke with legs wrapped around the opponents body). Marcus yells out in pain, which makes his security force all come into the ring. Bobby releases Marcus and gets to his feet. The ten security guards attack Bobby all at once. Bobby gives a valiant effort, but he is no match for ten men at once. The crowd boos loudly as the security guards show Bobby no mercy. Fecca: Well this isn’t fair at all. Styles: And why would you expect it to be Bob? You weren’t upset last week when Bobby was taking them out left and right now were you? Fecca: Well no, but�? Styles: But nothing. Last week, they were coming at Bobby one at a time. Now they have smartened up and come at him all at once. I’m pretty sure that they were embarrassed beyond belief ,last week when they got taken out like that. It made Marcus and his crew look like fools. I’m sure that Marcus made it clear that under no uncertain terms that he wanted the same thing to happen this week that happened last week. As you can see, they took to heart what he said. [As the security guards are getting their licks in on Bobby, Marcus slowly gets to his feet. He orders one of his guards to go him a microphone, and orders the rest of his guards to hold Bobby up. They do as they are told. Marcus takes the mic from the one guard and gets in Bobby’s face. Marcus: I was as embarrassed last week as I have ever been in my wrestling career. What you did to my security team was something that I would never forget. I had one of my men hire a private investigator and have them dig up some juicy dirt on you so I could expose you as a fraud in front of all your home state fans (the crowd boos). Unfortunately for me, we couldn’t find anything (the crowd pops). I then had the private investigator look into the past of your family. I was sure that I would find something incriminating. Most knowledgeable wrestling fans already knew about your brother Ahmed’s checkered past, so their was no reason to rehash all of that old news. Other than him, we didn’t find anything. I was getting discouraged Bobby. I didn’t think that I would find anything interesting.. Out of desperation I had the investigator look back at your family tree. I wasn’t holding out hope for much, but to my surprise I did find something. [Even in Bobby’s weakened state, he is able to raise an eyebrow out of curiosity. Marcus: Yeah, I thought that might get your attention. Your late father was a man by the name of Robert S. Johnson Jr. He was fathered by Robert S. Johnson Sr., your grandfather. Well your grandfather father was a man by the name of Sypherious Z. Johnson, your great grandfather. Your great grandfather was a man by the name of Zechariah T. Johnson, your great great grandfather. [Bobby doesn’t have a microphone, but you can see him mouthing the words, “so what in the hell does that have to do with me?�?/FONT> Marcus: Oh but I am getting their Bobby, don’t you worry about that my friend. You’ll know soon enough exactly what I have to tell you. [Marcus flashes a sly grin before he continues. Marcus: It seems that your great great grandfather Zechariah mother was a slave by the name of Eunice M. Johnson. See back then, the slaves didn’t have any last names. They took on the names of their slave owners more times than not because that was all that they knew. It seems that seems that Eunice�?your great great great grandmother�?was the property of one Jefferson D. Johnson. [Bobby can be seen mouthing the words, “so what�? Marcus: Well Bobby my man, this is where things get interesting. It seems that your great great great grandmother was owned by my great great great grandfather. That’s right Bobby, my family owned yours back during the slaves days. [The crowd boos, and Bobby tells Marcus where he can stick his information. Marcus: Oh I’m not done yet Bobby. It seems that my great great great grandfather Jefferson had a child out of wedlock besides the five other children that he had. It was very common for slave owners to have sexual relations with his female slaves. Well the female slave in question is none other than your great great great grandmother Eunice. Not only that Bobby, they had a child out of wedlock. Would you care to take a guess as to what the name of that child was? [Bobby just looks at him without saying anything. The look on his face says that he knows where this is going, and he doesn’t like it one damn bit. Marcus: No answer Bobby? Well let me answer for you�?the child in question was a man by the name of Zechariah Thomas Johnson�?that’s right Bobby, your great great grandfather is my great great uncle. Guess what man�?we’re related. We’re like fourth or fifth cousins. [There is nothing but silence in the Pete Maravich Assembly Center. You could here a pen drop. Marcus: If you don’t believe me then you can stop by my office and I have all the paperwork that proves it. Better yet, why don’t you go out and look into your family tree and see that I am indeed your distant cousin. [Marcus looks at Bobby with a bright smile, as Bobby just stares at him expressionless. He’s obviously still in shock at the news of possibly being related to someone like Marcus. Fecca: I’m don’t know what else to say Eddie. I can’t believe what I just heard. Styles: Wow�?just wow. Fecca: My thoughts exactly. [Marcus has ordered his goons to let Bobby go and leave the ring. Marcus takes a step towards Bobby and pats him on the back. Marcus: It’s ok Bobby. I know that this is a shock to you right now. Sooner or later it will all start to sink in. When you feel up to talking about it, maybe we can do lunch. You could bring the wife and kids along and we could have one of those emotional family reunions. [Bobby snaps out of his shock and his facial expression changes to an anger filled one. Marcus backs away and rolls out of the ring. Marcus: See ya around cuz. [He backs his way up the ring as he waves at Bobby. Bobby just glares at him with contempt in his eyes. *fade to black* Fecca: There you have it folks. In one of the more shocking moments in PWT history, Marcus reveals that he and Bobby are related. I don’t know what will ever come of it, but it should be interesting to say the least. Styles: Wow�?just wow. Fecca: Spoken like a scholar. Good night folks. See ya next week. [ Shockwave fades off the air | | |
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