The cameras draw back to the stage as�?/P>

"God’s gonna cut you down" blasts throughout the arena instantly causing the crowd to boo..

Fecca, "Well folks, this contest is going to serve a few important purposes�?
Styles, "Purpose numero uno, two hot chicks in skimpy outfits."

Plague comes out on to the stage and pats the femme fatale title belt with a confident smirk on her face�?Javen steps out behind her, slouches down and does a DX Like crotch chop type deal with his arms around Plague so that his hands point to the PWT Femme Fatale championship. With that Javen jumps back and Plague drops backwards, falling in Javen’s arms. She looks up at him, a seductive glimmer in her eye as Javen sports a sickening smirk of arrogance as they both tease each other with their tongues in a slimy display that makes the masses feel slimy and grossed out�?Ah yes, Simple yet effective heat.

Sabrina : Making her way to the ring�?Accompanied by fellow Clan member, JaaaaaaVen�?From the Sulphur springs sanitarium.. Pllllllllllagueeee!

Plague stands upright and the two begin heading down the ramp as Fecca says, "I’m not sure the wardrobe of these two performers is a prevalent reason for the match, however, this match will certainly give us an insight to the Femme Fatale championship division. A lot of people feel Plague was handed the title without having to prove she could messure up�?
Styles, "Which for the record is complete crap. ‘Oh, what about the other women who deserved a shot?�?What other women? First off, we barely have a Women’s roster, secondly, Kim had gone through just about all of em. I mean God. Grow up. Kim defended the strap against Plague, Plague beat her in a friendly but still competitive situation, and now Plague’s the champion, the end. Fact is if she’d of been anyone but a member of the Clan none of this would even be getting debated. I mean as I recall, didn’t Rebecca Rancid basically do the same thing a couple years ago?"
Fecca, "Who?"
Styles, "Yeah, well, that’s not what anybody was saying at the time. I think it’s complete crap that Nova and his Clan members get crap just because of who they are."
Fecca, "They earn it Eddie�?
Styles, "No. Maybe they earn your little "Oh Mah Gawd, how morally bankrupt are these people" stuff. I’ll give ya that because I’m certainly not a Huge Cain fan because they’re ultra-moralistic. But the rest of the BS is simple jealousy. Sorry the Caines are so much greater then almost everyone else on the Circuit, Maybe if you’re really nice they’ll try really hard to stop upstaging everybody else but it’s kinda hard when you’re as naturally gifted as they are."
Fecca, "Somebody’s trying to secure themselves a visitors pass at the Caine family reunion this year."
Styles, "No, somebody’s tired of watching a stable full of great athletes get crapped on."
Fecca, "Well, regardless, This contest is gonna have a lot of baring on the Femme Fatale division I’d imagine, but just as much I imagine it’ll impact the feel of tonight’s main event."

Plague climbs up onto the ring, as she does she stops, let’s her tongue run over her lips seductively and grins like the Cat about to eat the Canary�?Suckerin Suckertash! Javen on the other hand places a foot on the bottom rope and raises the second rope for his lady friend. Plague turns around and enters the ring as his music begins to fade.

The sound of "It's Not Over'' By Daughtry begins to play over as the titratron flickers to life and shows the video of Ciara Cage. The gorilla curtain is pulled aside and Ciara comes out from behind it onto the stage.

Fecca, "And here we go folks!"

Ciara and TOG both come from behind the curtain, standing side by side as That one Guy points to Ciara, screaming well received words to the fans as Ciara throws an arm up and throws it about, rallying this erupting crowd.

Sabrina, "Annnnnd the Opponent�?Being accompanied by That One Guy�?From Chicago Illinois�?Ciiiiiiiiiiiaraaaaaaaaaaa�?CAAAAAAAGEEEEEEE!"

Ciara and TOG Start going down the ramp as Fecca says, "These two young people seem to have grown quite smitten with each other over the past couple of weeks."
Styles, "My stomach turns just thinking about it."
Fecca, "Aww come on now. I think it’s romantic. Tis the Season ya know."
Styles, "Yeah, the season to puke."
Fecca, "Welp, Flowers and Butterflies aside, Ciara Cage and That One Guy are both incredible athletes and tonight they’re both paired off with equally as impressive combatants. If Ciara Cage can pull what would in the mind of many be viewed as an upset here tonight and beat the Femme Fatale champion Plague, ya gotta believe she’d shoot to the very top of the contenders list for that very championship."
Styles, "Sure, and if you the Ocean dried up tomorrow we could build a highway from here to England, but I wouldn’t suggest getting the steam rollers or black top ready."
Fecca, "Say what you will but Ciara Cage is a great young athlete with all the capability in the world. From a Professional comparison she and Tee Oh Gee are really a good selection for each other as they’re both young athletes with the whole world ahead of them professionally as long as they continue to apply their tools as they have been and keep on truckin along."
Styles, "Yeah, well, Plague’s about to cut siphon Ciara’s gas tank and later tonight Javen’s gonna strip TOG’s motor and probably his pride, so I wouldn’t expect to see your little love birds "truckin" much further then the scrap yard after tonight."
Fecca, "We’ll see."

Ciara and TOG get to the ring. They both look in the ring where Plague and Javen are talking trash, then look at each other�?They dart forward and slide in under the bottom rope causing Javen and Plague to immediately exit on the opposite side of the ring, which of course draws cheers from the crowd. Ciara jumps up on one turnbuckle as TOG runs over and hops up on the opposite. They put their arms in the air and the crowd eats it up. They both hop down and TOG walks over to a corner neither of them had been on as Ciara walks to the opposite corner neither of them had been on and they both hop up to the second rope in their respective corners and throw up their arms again, allowing the fans to flash their pictures and scream their lungs out.

Finally Ciara and TOG both hop down and head over to the side of the ring by the ramp as Plague slowly climbs up and starts to demand that referee Frank Mason get TOG out of their so they can do their thing. Ciara’s music fades as TOG gives her a small hug and then hops out on the floor.

Plague gets in the ring as the Frank Mason calls for the bell and this contest is officially underway. The two women circle around before darting forward looking for a grapple, however, Plague ducks under Ciara’s arms and taps her temple, implicating that she’s smarter then that as Javen applauds his woman’s "intellect". Ciara turns around and nods, allowing Plague her moment as TOG applauds and yells "That’s alright Ci, That’s alright." Ciara claps her hands as she starts circling Plague again, getting the crowd to clap along with her and show their support. The two go in for another neck and elbow grapple, this time however, Ciara ducks under, swings around, hooks Plague in a rear waist lock clearly catching Plague off guard as her eyes get wide, and then picking her up and following her down to the mat. The crowd cheers as Ciara stays on the back of Plague. Ciara sprawls around on Plague’s back and gets to Plague’s head, hooking a Front facelock and keeping Plague grounded. Plague slowly draws here knees underneath her and begins fighting up. She pulls herself up to her feet as Ciara’s attempting to keep her down. Plague forces em up to their feet and begins driving stiff right hands into Ciara’s ribs, forcing her back till she gets to the ropes. Ciara releases the front face lock as Plague shoots Ciara off the ropes. Ciara darts across the ring and hits the ropes on the far side. Plague comes to the center as Ciara rushes back, jumps up, and surprises Plague with a head scissors take over. Plague grabs her neck and rolls down under the bottom rope to seek refuge with Javen. TOG applauds on the opposite side of the ring as the official backs off Ciara to make sure there’s plenty of room for Plague to re-enter the ring. Ciara willingly moves back and Mason’s attention goes back to plague on the floor. Frank Mason begins applying the count as Javen encourages what would appear to be one angry Plague. Plague slides in and Ciara starts heading her way. Ciara goes for a clothesline, Plague ducks under, turns, grabs two fist fulls of Ciara’s hair and snaps her back, making her bump hard on the mat. The crowd boos as Mason admonishes Plague for the illegal uses of the hair. Ciara grabs her head and rolls to her knees. She starts to pull herself up and Plague grabs her by the hair and tights and throws her forward so her head and arms drape over the second rope. Plague heads over, reaches over Ciara’s draped upper torso and reaches down to the bottom rope, pulling up and effectively choking Ciara. Mason rushes over and starts quickly counting 1, 2, 3, 4.. Mason grabs Plague and pulls her back. Plague comes to center ring and draws the official into an argument as on the outside Javen reaches up around the back of the head of Ciara and pulls down, choking her further on the ropes.

The crowd boos as Fecca says, "Damn those Caines! Constantly playing the numbers game in an attempt to cheat their way to victory!"
Styles, "Hey, the numbers are even! It’s not the Caines�?fault That One Guy isn’t doing anythi�?HEY! Unfair!"

What Eddie’s buggin out about is that on the opposite side of the ring from Javen and Ciara, an enraged TOG has quickly realized the ref is useless and starts darting around the ring. The crowd starts cheering and Javen glances over in time to see TOG rounding the corner so he immediately releases Ciara and darts off. TOG Stops next to Ciara, checking on her while shooting glares to Javen who’s already on the opposite side of the ring. Plague doesn’t allow TOG a ton of time to check on Ciara however, as she comes over and starts driving boots into the back of Cee-Cee, making her crawly toward the corner to get away from said boots. Ciara gets to the corner, pulling herself up in the corner. Ciara Cage turns around, her back into the corner as Plague immediately starts driving the boots into the mid section of the Windy City Beauty. Ciara groans in pain as Plague then grabs her by the hair and forcibly leads Ciara toward the center of the ring. Plague hooks the neck and tosses Ciara’s arm over her own neck. She grabs a fist full of Ciara’s tights and goes to snap back, clearly looking for some variety of a vertical suplex, however, Ms. Cage blocks it with a leg and then reverses with a small package roll up as the crowd erupts and Mason drops down and counts�?/P>

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Fecca, "This could be it!"

………………�?………………�?Not quite as Plague just kicks out. Ciara and Plague both get to their feet but Plague quickly drives a hip into Ciara’s ribs, cutting her offense right back off. Ciara doubles over and Plague grabs her by the back of the neck and her tights, runs with her and launches her out between the second and third ropes to the outside floor at Javen’s feet. Mason starts flipping out on Plague for throwing Ciara out and again Plague draws Mason into an argument with Mason’s back to Javen. Javen begins laying the boots to Ciara and then drops down on t op of her, choking her as the crowd boos emphatically. Those boos don’t take long to change to cheers however as we see TOG rush around the corner. Javen jumps up but is a dollar short and a minute late as TOG blasts him with a stiff right hand.

The crowd erupts as Fecca says, "And bah God, The odds have evened up!"

Javen stumbles back and TOG lands another, and another, making Javen Stagger around the ring and start staggering up the ramp.Javen suddenly jabs a thumb in the eye and spins TOG around and he starts pummeling TOG up the ramp.

Fecca, "BAH GOD! The Main Event’s breakin down before our very eyes!"

The two switch back and forth with stiff rights and lefts till they’re both decimating each other and security and officials flood the stage.

Back in the ring Plagues staring up the stage in awe of this explosive situation as Mason’s on the floor, demanding they be taken out. Plague shakes her head and waves her hands as if to say "Screw em" and turns around�?BAM! BAM! BAM! Three quick rights from an apparently somewhat recovered Ciara has Plague rockin and reelin on the ropes. Ciara shoots Plague off the ropes. Plague darts across, bounces back and BAM! Clothesline. Plague feeds right back up and bam! Spinning Heel Kick! Plague and Ciara both shoot up and Ciara jumps up, plants her feet in Plague’s abs and locks her fingers behind Plague’s neck before falling back and sending Plague flying back with a Monkey Flip. Ciara jumps up and starts waving her arm in the air as she screams to the fans who are going absolutely nuts.

Fecca, "Ciara’s all fired up!"

Plague slowly starts pulling herself up on the ropes�?She staggers back as Ciara stalks behind her�?Plague slowly turns around and GAH! Kick to the gut! Ciara hooks the front face lock and extends her free arm in the air as the fans are on their feet in Memphis�?/P>

Fecca, "She could be about to hit her version of the Just Like That�?

Ciara Snaps around and BAM! Twist of Fate!

Fecca, "THERE IT IS! THE CAGE EFFECT! That Modified Just Like That!"

Ciara drops down and hooks the far leg as Mason who’s back in the ring drops down and counts…………………�?……………………�?……………………�?!

The Bell sounds as Ciara’s theme blasts over the PA�?/P>

Sabrina, "YOUR WINNER�?CIIIIIIIIIIARA CAAAAAAAAAAAGEEEE!"

Fecca, "CIARA CAGE Has defeated the PWT FEMME FATALE CHAMPION!"
Styles, "SO WHAT! It was non title Fecca! It doesn’t count! Plague’s still the champion!"
Fecca, "Maybe so, but ya can’t deny that Ciara Cage just shot past the entire division with what I’d have to call an upset victory here tonight! Femme Fatale gold is in her future Eddie!"