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Date - March 23rd
Venue - Knoxville, Tennessee, University of Tennessee = Thompson-Boling Arena
Theme -"See You At The Show" by Nickelback
Deadline - 10PM Central Sunday Night
24 Hour Deadline - NO! What a great shockwave we have this week! A Huge Main Event, Four Debuts, and an official statement on the PWT Peoples title. Also, rumors are running rampid that PWT Will see a major return next week on Shockwave... A Former PWT World Champion coming back to PWT?! Tune in and find out! Also, what baring will the fallout of the FWA-PWT Conflict on Shockwave in San Antonio have on Shockwave next week?! I don't no but BAH GAWD KING, We're Fixin to find out! 
Main Event
NovaCaine vs Georgia James
(Let's paint the picture shall we... It was Holiday Havok and all that needed to happen was for Christian Michaels to pin Dante Cross clean in the middle, One, Two, Three and then the Hardcore Canuck would be out of the picture. He'd have no claim to a second shot at the title... But Nooooo. Special Guest Referee Georgia James had to go and count the pinfall despite seeing Dante's foot on the bottom rope. Had she not done that Christian Michaels wouldn't have had to face Dante in a steel cage, Christian would have STILL been PWT Heavyweight Champion during the I Quit match at Immortal Glory, and NovaCaine would be PWT World Heavyweight Champion as we speak. Since that didn't happen, Nova's looking to give Georgia James a lesson in why she should stick to baking cookies and leave the officiating for the refs while Georgia looks to cement her place in the World title rankings by laying waist to the current number 1 contender.)
No Disqualifcations
Nosferatu vs Shadow
(This feud has risen from the larger feud of Javen and Shadow, however, with history between these two performers that far exceeds that of Shadow and Javen and the recent events that took place on Shockwave, you know this one is bubbling and boiling and beggin to go over the edge of the pot. Don't get any ideas Dante, we're talking about cooking ware. That being said, it's so personal that these two wanted to do a TLC Loser Leaves town type of deal, however, in the interest of the larger picture PWT management has opted against allowing these stipulations which were clearly thrown out in the heat of the moment and not cleared through the proper channels. But, to prove we're willing to comprimise, it will be a No DQ bout.)
Isabell Winters vs Xavier Homicide
(Xaiver Homicide still has his eye on the Backyard title Sindee won from him at Immortal Glory, so what better way to learn how to combat a superior female athlete then... To combat a superior female athlete. In an attempt to help gear himself for his eventual rematch with Sindee Xaiver has agreed to take on Isabell Winters, however, you have to believe after the events that occured last week on Shockwave that Isabell will be looking to blow off some steam at Xaiver's expense..) 2 On 1 Handicap Match
Caine Clan (Javen& Mason w/Plague) vs That One Guy (w/Ciara Cage)
(After the fallout from the Main Event last week combined with the growing history between the team of Ciara/TOG and Plague/Javen, this one looks to only add more gas to the fire. Ciara Cage got a huge win over the Femme Fatale champion and you know that didn't sit well with her, and after that scuffle last week in the Main Event, now, of all things, MASON seems to be hot on TOG's ass! This bids well with Javen as he was heading to a bad place with both Shadow and TOG in hot persuit, perhaps Mason can crush That One Guy like a bug so Javen only has to worry about one thorn in his side for a while.) An Official Statement Regarding the PWT People's Championship
(The PWT People's title has been a hot button topic here in PWT since Angel's last defense against Matt Matlock at Criminal Intent. Here live on PWT Shockwave we have been assured that an official announcement will be made giving everyone an official status update on the PWT Championship, it's current champion, and the immediate future of this prestigious title.) Christian Michaels vs The Riddler
(The Riddler's basically tried to recruit every heel in PWT to work with him over the last week on PWT-Dot-Com. One of those heels was WallStreet. After the events that took place between WallStreet and Christian Michaels on Shockwave last week, WallStreet's arranged for the Riddler to go one on one with CM in hopes that the Riddler can take advantage of what's sure to be a weakened CM after the big battle he has on thursday in San Antonio with William Rodney Mercy. Can Riddler pull off the upset and make his first match here in PWT a successful one over the last PWT Heavyweight Champion or will CM rise to the occasion as per his usual M.O. and foil the villains dastardly plans. Oh and uh... WallStreet will be in the building, so what baring will that have on this match? Tune in and find out.) Marcus of Johnson vs Seifer
Izzy Banned From Ringside
(Apparently being Becca's law enforcement has it's perks as last week Marcus Johnson got the oppertunity to face Isabell Winters with Seifer banned from ringside and proved successful in defeating his astranged ex girlfriend. Now, he has the oppertunity to further exact his revenge by laying waste to the man who took her, Seifer, with the stipulation that Izzy is as banned as porno on basic cable. Can Marcus taste sweet vengence two weeks in a row or will The Immortal Seifer pull some tricks out of the bag that he used to teach David how to defeat Golliath so many centuries ago? More importantly... None of this is gonna spill over into the main event... Right?) Akmed vs SA Syko
Special Guest Commentator: Kimberly Pain
(SA Syko Debuts and looks to test his skills against the mad man from the Sudan Abdullah The Butcher... Or Akmed, whichever guy costs less.)
Sindee & Travis vs Divatox & Melody Sanders
(Melody Sanders doesn't believe in the Power Rangers... According to the good word the Devil's greatest trick was making us believe he didn't exist... That being said, if Divatox can capitilize on Melody's cynicisim and closed mindedness, she could attempt to brain wash herself an ally, so she's requested this unlikely tag team bout to debut both she and Melody. However, she didn't specify who she wanted to face and boy did they pick the short straw because they're gettin debuted against the runner up for 2007 King of PWT and the PWT Backyard champion.)  Results
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Eden: Welcome to Shockwave of Conflict! Im Eden... This is the first-ever event where FWA and PWT come together and put on a show of a life time.. We begin seeing various clips of Sindee and Travis laying waist to Drew Stevenson with bits of commentary thrown in. Finally we see Sindee Hip Toss Drew up and over and then deliver a standing Shooting Star Press... One... Two Three. We see her and Travis standing, their sinister grins intact. ________________________________________ We see Michael Buffer in the middle... Buffer, "LllllllllETS GET READY TO RRRRRUMMBLLLEEEE!" We go through clips of WRM and CM making their entrance and find our way into the opening where they are circling... CROWD: F__K YOU MERCY (Clap, Clap, Clap-clap-clap_, F__K YOU MERCY (Clap, Clap, Clap-clap-clap)... Eden, "Mercy has a controversial history with the people here in San Antonio."
Styles, "Half the crowd wants his blood because he doesn’t guzzle Kool Aid, the other half just follows the show and knows Mercy’s the type of guy they wanta hate based on his attitude and methods of handling business. But anyway ya slice it, the match still adds up to a full building of Mercy haters." From there we show various clips of the great action in this main event contest with bits of commentary added... Till the end... CM spins around to apply the diamond cutter portion of his twist of fate but as he does we see a large man with Black jeans, a black Shirt, black leather gloves, black leather coat, and a black ski mask come running forward and BAM! He drives the head of a sledge hammer right into the forehead of Michaels. Eden, "WHAT THE�?WHO THE HELL IS THAT?!" Michaels goes limp as he drops to the mat and we ssee a little blood coming from the point of impact from the sledge hammer on the Southern Heartthrob’s forehead. Mercy looks curiously at the black covered assassin as the crowd drowns them I n boos. The man pulls off his coat and tosses it to the side. Then he grabs the collar of his shirt and rips it down the middle. As he does we see he has a………�?a…………�?A Referee’s shirt?!" Eden, "WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!" The guy disposes of his top shirt revealing a Ref’s shirt with the FWA logo in the higher right pec area. Mercy grins, he may no be sure what’s going on but he’s not Lori Anne, he can put two and two together. Mercy drops down and hooks the far leg as our familiar looking masked ref drops down and counts�? ONE! Eden, "THIS IS CRAP!" TWO! The fans are booing desperately…�?/FONT> THREE! "The Ref" calls for the bell as Buffer declares, "Here is Your Winner…�?William�?Rodney�?MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERCCCCCCCCCCYYYYYY!" The Ref reaches out between the ropes and grabs a microphone from a crew member�?/FONT> "Hey Christian�? The ref pauses before he reaches up and withdraws the mask revealing�?/FONT> Styles, "WALLSTREET!" WallStreet, "……�?I ACCEPT!" Fade on Christian Michaels body lying flat in the middle, various garabage lying about... ____________________________________ With that "See You At The Show" Begins as we begin seeing various clips of various PWT Superstars doing what they do best. After about thirty seconds we come in on the stage for a big Pyro show... Then we beging to sweep the Thompson-Boling Arena. Fecca, "On the Heels of what may go down as one of the most historic nights in the history of our business, WELCOME to Pee Double-you Tee SHOCKWAVE! Bobby Fecca alongside the "Icon Of Style" Eddie Styles and folks, what a week it has been and what a show this will be!"
Styles, "No Doubt, No Doubt, Things are really heatin' up on the road to Criminal Intent. This past Thursday I got the chance to go down to San Antonio and call the color on the huge co-promoted show between the FWA and PWT and what a night it was. Sindee let the world know just why she is the Backyard champion and let Drew know that retirement was a good choice."
Fecca, "It's my understanding that Georgia James and Seifer also had a great contest, however, there were some kind of television difficulties?"
Styles, "Yeah, I'm not sure what happened there. Maybe WallStreet nailed the TV Cameras with a sledge hammer too! GAH-HA!"
Fecca, "My colleauge of course referencing the hanus assault on Christian Michaels in what was up until that point an incredible contest between William Rodney Mercy and the Southern Heartthrob Christian Michaels."
Styles, "Well Bob-oh, it just goes to show that when ya lay down the challange to the Corporate Icon, sooner or later, it's gonna getcha."
Fecca, "Tonight Christian Michaels will be going One on One against The Riddler, as this newly aquired PWT Talent will be looking to make his mark and make a big impression on WallStreet, who he's apparently hoping to form an alliance with."
Styles, "The Riddler told me earlier that if he can't put Christian Michaels down and deliver him to WallStreet's feet he'll quit. So this could be Riddler's first and last, but I doubt it."
Fecca, "Mighty Big words from an unproven commodity. Will the Riddler debut and exit? We'll find out. Speaking of exiting, Our Champion doesn't consider PWT much of a priority so he won't be here tonight, however, the number 1 contender will be and what a huge main event do we have in store as NovaCaine goes one On one with Georgia James."
Styles, "Absolutly! Can't wait to see what the Novanator has in store for Ellie May. I also can't wait to see what PWT Has in store for the People's title."
Fecca, "Later tonight PWT has asked me to make an official announcement on the current status of the PWT People's championship and the immediate future of that title."
Styles, "So what's gonna happen? You can tell me..."
Fecca, "You'll have to wait and see just like everybody else."
Styles, "BOOOOO!"
Fecca, "Sorry Eddie. In any event, let's take it to the beautiful Sabrina in the ring for the PWT Shockwave Opening Bout..." Sabrina, "The following contest is a TAG TEAM Bout and it is scheduled for ONEFALL with a fifteen Minute Time Limit." With that the old WWF Psycho Sid theme begins blasting over the PA as from behind the Curtain comes some wacked out lookin chick. Sabrina, "Introducing first, From Parts Unknown... DIVATOX!" Eddie, "Ya think she hangs out at the Ultimate Warrior's place?"
Fecca, "I've heard that she and Warrior-Warrior car pool to the Dudley Family Reunion up in Dudleyville."
Styles, "Could ya imagine that car ride if the radio broke? 'I AM WOIAHHH... OHH AND NOW THE GALEXY IS ALINED AND THE METEORIC HYPOCRICY OF DEMOCRACY IS UPON USSSS-AHHHH... HULK HO-GAN... WHOAAAHHHH..."
Fecca, "I shudder to think."
Styles, "I believe that." [ Divatox begins to enter the ring as we head to the Stage again. The titantron flickers to life and begins to show a video of Melody Sanders as the sound of the Pussycat Dolls singing "Don't Cha" begins to play over the speakers. The crowd rises to their feet as the black curtain is pulled aside and the red headed vixen comes out onto the stage. She walks back and forth on the stage for a moment as she blows kisses to the crowd. Sabrina: "And making her way to the ring from Miami, Florida, please welcome, MELODY SANDERS!!" [ Melody begins to walk down the rampway towards the ring as the fans cheer and whistle for her. She waves at them and as she comes to the end of the rampway she turns to her left and climbs the steel steps. She then climbs onto the ring apron where she then jumps up and lands back down on the apron as she does the splits. She climbs into the ring as the crowd is cheering even louder after her amazing entrance. She goes to the far corner off the ring where she turns and waits for her opponent to come out. It doesn’t take long for Melody and Divatox to start arguing how ever it also doesn’t take long for "If You Want Blood" to hit the airwaves. The crowd looks on in amazement as SinDee and Travis step out onto the stage, decked out in matching black and red wrestling attire "Pure Sin" written on their pants. They hook arms and head down the ramp SinDee’s backyard title hanging around her waist. Sabrina: "And introducing their opponents, PURE SIN!" [ Travis climbs up the stairs helping SinDee up who unclips her belt, kissing him softly SinDee smirks as he slaps her across the ass before getting into the ring. Grinning SinDee hops up onto the top turnbuckle holding her title up high. She holds it out to Travis who takes it and watches as she flips herself into the ring, their purple pyro shooting off around the arena. They both raise their arms SinDee holding the title up high as the crowd does nothing but jeer them. Handing the title over to the ref Travis looks at her and nods the pair talking about who is starting off. Travis watching as Melody hops out of the ring and SinDee as well. The bell rings signaling the start of tonight’s broadcast. Fecca: "It looks like Divatox and Travis are starting this match off" Styles: "As long as I get to see my girl in action I will be fine" [ Diva doesn’t look too pleased to even be in this match although she did request it. The fact it’s not against one of the power rangers is enough to make her blood boil. Travis on the other hand is ready and pumping for this match he throws a coy line at Diva who instantly screams and attacks him with a drop kick to the knee that sends Travis down for a moment. She comes off the ropes wanting to hit another move but Travis counters and trips her up even leaning down to slap her across the back of the head. Reaching down he grabs her arm and pulls her to her feet before tossing her into the ropes landing a flying clothesline. With Diva stunned Travis quickly grabs her and moves towards the corner tagging in SinDee. He lays Diva across his knee and watches as SinDee comes off the top rope with a top rope leg drop taking their opponents breath away. She quickly pins however Melody charges into the ring and breaks the count. Fecca: "Thank god Melody broke that!" Styles: "That girl has a death wish from hanging around Xavier too damned much, I don’t really want SinDee�?Wait yes I do want SinDee to hurt her." [ SinDee is to her feet and charges at Melody however, Melody wisens up and uses Sin’s momentum to toss her out of the ring. She kinda looks shocked that she done that and SinDee is in a heap on the outside! Styles: "She’s trying to kill the champ!" Fecca: "Do you blame her?" [ Diva takes control by looking over at Travis and then flies off the ropes as SinDee slowly gets to her feet only to get slammed into the guard rail from a baseball slide. Travis is quickly off in that direction to check on his girl only for the ref to hold him back. Melody jumps off through the distraction and rolls SinDee into the ring after a bitch slap from hell. As SinDee gets to her feet Diva quickly takes her down with a snap suplex bridging it for a pin but SinDee kicks out. She once again climbs to her feet staring at Diva, the pair slowly circle each other before SinDee grabs her and tosses her into her own corner before laying into her with right hands. She however doesn’t see the blind tag from Melody until its too late. Melody grabs SinDee from behind and reefs her down taking the air from her body with it. Grinning she quickly goes for the cover. One…Tw…KICK OUT! [ SinDee gets her shoulder up just in time. Melody is the first to her feet as soon as SinDee is up she seems to be down again this time by a spine buster. With Melody on a roll she is once again on her feet standing over her opponent. Without hesitation Melody is on the top rope and comes off for a frog splash only for SinDee to quickly roll out of the way. She crawls slightly to their corner tagging in Travis. Fecca: "SinDee isn’t in the game tonight" Styles: "They had a long week you retard" [ Melody is still down as Travis climbs to the top rope coming off with a leg drop of his own that drives the air further out of Melody’s body. He moves into a pinning predicament One…Tw…FOOT ON THE ROPES! [ He looks down watching as Melody gets her foot on the bottom rope shaking his head Travis gets to his feet and roughly pulls her to her feet, out of instinct Melody slaps him across the face only to get tossed back down to the canvas. She moves to crawl over to her corner, but Travis grabs her foot. Shaking her head Melody digs down deep and BOOM her other foot has connected with Travis�?knee causing him to drop the hold, she moves as fast as possible towards the corner only for Divatox to jump down and head up the ramp. Melody looks on screaming at her partner to get back but Diva just ignores her. Melody rolls out of the ring chasing after Divatox but she just gets an elbow to the face. Looking over her shoulder Melody can see the ref counting her out she quickly makes it back into the ring by the count of nine allowing the match to continue. Fecca: "Oh god they are going to kill her, how could Divatox do this?! She requested the freaking match!" Styles: "I’m guessing it was the wrong opponent" [ Travis and SinDee both have sickening grins on their faces as Melody looks up at Travis, she knows that she is now alone in this match. Taking a deep breath she springs to her feet and dives at Travis taking him down. She throws lefts and rights at him stunning him for a few moments. Jumping back to her feet she lays a boot to his side before leaning down, Melody struggles to pull him up and when she does using all her strength she irish whips him into the corner and smirks. Looking at SinDee Melody flips her off and lands a massive drop kick to make Travis fall down. Giggling a little Melody moves backwards and quickly hits a Bronco Buster. But her celebration is cut short as SinDee charges into the ring and takes her down the a kick to the back. [ Travis by now has caught his breath and is to his feet, he grabs Melody and moves to their corner tagging in SinDee who wastes no time in jumping into the ring. She grabs Melody by the hair and slams her face first into the canvas before rolling over grabbing Melody once more SinDee quickly drops, her knees slamming into Melody’s back causing the red head to scream out in pain. SinDee screams something at her and slaps her across the face Melody however as SinDee leans down locks in the Mandible Claw out of desperation. SinDee tries fighting it but it seems to only make it worse. The crowd however is going nuts, no one in the ring can see Xavier coming through the crowd as SinDee is seconds away from being pinned. Travis is quickly into the ring breaking up the hold before turning around and watching Xavier making sure he stays where he is supposed too. Back in the ring SinDee is slowly getting the cobwebs cleared from her mind. She rolls over and slowly moves towards Travis and quickly tags him in. Travis charges into the ring taking Melody down with a back body drop followed by a springboard flying forearm. With her stunned in the middle of the ring Travis just grins and reaches down pulling a dazed Melody to her feet, she can’t stop him as he puts her into position for The Deal Breaker, before she knows what is happening she is flipped over and pinned. Her mind screaming for her to get her shoulder up. One…Two…THREE! Sabrina: "Here are your winners�?Pure Sin!" [ SinDee rolls into the ring grabbing Travis�?arm before raising it into the air, he grabs her and pulls SinDee close, the pair kissing. By now Xavier has jumped over the guard rail a trash can lid in hand as he pulls back and bang hits Travis in the head with it watching as he buckles. SinDee’s eyes go wide as she looks at Xavier trying to back away only to trip and fall over Melody’s body. Xavier wastes no time in grabbing her and slamming her back into the canvas. He calls out to the ref who just shrugs and watches as Xavier hits The Jackpot and covers SinDee One.. Two.. THREE!!! Sabrina "Here is your NEW PWT Backyard champion�?Xavier Homicide!" [ Xavier grabs the title and helps Melody out of the ring, the pair heading backstage as fast as possible. Fecca: "YES! He’s champ again!" Styles: "CHEATER! He could only beat her why she was down!" [ We got to commercial with a satisfied Fecca and an angry Eddie Styles. *COMMERCIAL BREAK* | | |
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| We return from that quick commercial break to our commentators Bob Fecca and Eddie Styles at ringside. However before they can get a word in the lights flicker as the song Nobody's wife by Anouk starts and Kimberly Pain appears walking out of the curtain.. She taunts the crowd and recieves a chorus of boos before slowly and methodically making her way down the ramp and towards the ring.. She proudly flaunts the Titanium Title on her shoulder and looks at it with a smile. Kim makes her way around to the announcers table and takes up a seat and a headset next to Fecca.
Fecca: Well Kimberely, our Titanium Champion, welcome out her to the shockwave announce table and what a pleasure it is for you to be here.
Styles: Yeah maybe if you do a good job you can get a full time position here, and replace Bob.
Kim: Thank you Eddie.
Let the Bodies Hit the Floor by Drowning Pool starts up and Akmed is standing at the top of the ramp with a spotlight on him and his bowed down and his hands crossed in front of him.
Sabrina: Weighing in at 325 pounds, from the isle of samoa... AAAKKMEEDD!!
Akmed throws his arms out wide and his head back and then sprints to the ring and slides in under the bottom rope and kips up when he is clear of the bottom rope. The commentators talk as Akmed paces the ring warming up and his music dies down.
Fecca: So heres Akmed, a guy who just came off two straight loses in a row, not a good sign coming into this match.
Styles: Yeah but your forgetting his opponent this week is a guy who has never competed before in PWT. For all we know Akmed could crush him!
Kim: Of course he will! That punk SA Sykos got nothing on him apart from a few indy wins. What makes you think he stands any chance here tonight.
With that Blow Me Away by Breaking Benjamin hits and out comes a very energtic Syko. He makes his way down the ramp highfiving all the fans.
Sabrina: Weighing in at 225 pounds, now residing in Phillidelphia, Pennysylvania, S.. A.. SSYYYKKOOO!!
Fecca: Well he certainly seems full of energy and looks ready to compete tonight.
Kim: Oh please, its all just an act. This guys nothing
Styles: We'll soon see, afterall its his in-ring debut. Akmed certainly looks ready to take him down there.
Syko gets up and into the ring and does a few poses to the crowd. The music dies down and he eyeballs Akmed. Akmed and Syko circle the ring with the ref in between them keeping them apart. The match bell goes and its all go. But the two are looked in a face off.
Neither one is sure when to make the first move. Suddenly Akmed dives in and they both lock up in the center of the ring. They begin exchanging right hands. Akemd, Syko, Akmed, Syko until Akmed gets the upper hand, literaly, and forces Syko back against the ropes. Akmed smiles but Syko suddenly springs off the ropes and hits Akmed with a crossbody, enough force to knock him off his feet!
Styles: So Kim I assume your out here to scout Syko's abilitys as it were and to see what he can do in the ring?
Kim: Nope, I'm out here to see him loose!
Fecca: Does that mean if hes winning you might have a hand to play to change that?
Kim: You'll just have to wait and see Bob.
Both men return quickly to a vertical base. They lock up again. We see some chain wrestling now between the two. Akmed went for a short spear to the knees but got caught up in a DDT position by Syko. Syko changed positions to a suplex and went for the lift but Akmed countered with a lift of his own. Akmed hoists Syko up into a delayed vertical suplex but Syko counters and turns the move into a huge tornado DDT!! What a seqeuence of moves there. Syko is on his first and Akmed climbs up shortly after.
Fecca: Wow thats definatly some impress wrestling from newcomer SA Syko
Kim: Oh please that was a fluke!
Styles: I agree with Kim!
Kim: Shut up you suck up.
Fecca: Haha take that Eddie!
Kim: You as well Bob!
Fecca: Oh..
They exchange some more right hooks but this time Akmed does get the upper hand and levels Syko to the mat with a clothesline. Syko kips up but recieves a quick spinebusters by Akmed! Akmed taunts and Syko is down on the mat. Syko uses the ropes and pulls himself up but runs into a liver shaking big boot from Akmed! 
Akmed is on a roll here. The Samoan Monster locks in a sleeper hold on Syko in the middle of the ring.
Styles: Akmed on fire there, perhaps he might make Syko tap out here and gain a win to break his loosing streak.
Kim: Perhaps? Of course he will. Sykos got nothing left, just look at him!
It sure seemed that way as Syko was unresponsive to the refs first hand raise. Hand raise number two, unresponsive. Hand raise number three... Oh! He clinches it and Syko hands does not touch the mat. The crowd begin chanting Sykos name to break him out of this and Syko musters up some energy. He powers forward a few inches, Akmed keeps him in the hold. A few more inches, Akmed still holding on. A few more.. Syko reaches.. He can't quite touch the ropes.. A little more and Syko has the ropes! Akmed doesn't let go so the ref counts, 1, 2, 3, 4.. Akmed lets go and clearly looks anoyed about that. Akmed paces to the other side of the ring while Syko is leaning on the bottom rope. Syko seems a little out of energy and uses the middle and then top rope to hoist himself up, he leans on the top rope. Suddenly out of nowhere Akmed lays a huge clothesline on Syko forcing him over the top rope and out of the ring to the mat below!
Kim: Yes! Take that Syko, a small taster of whats in store for you at Criminal Intent!
Fecca: Well SA Syko is down and out here on the outside of the ri-
Kim: Shut up! Can we get a replay of that?
Style: Sure right here..
The replay plays of Syko being knocked out of the ring whilst in real time Syko is on the mat trying to regain himself. 
Fecca: I gotta say this is unusual for Syko, a man whos won countless battle royals over the years in his career. A man who has even won a 30 man royal rumble! To be knocked out of the ring just like that.
Kim: Well its simple, Syko just doesn't have what it takes to survive here in PWT. So come Criminal Intent when he meets me in that steel cage. He will rue the moment he signed that contract. He will wish he'd never been born. SA Syko will regret ever coming into the wrestling industry.
Styles: That may be so from the way things look right now.
The ref is counting, hes on 6, 7, 8 .. Sykos back in the ring. He slides in under the bottom rope. Akmed imediatly jumps in there and starts stomping on Syko. He grabs Syko by the hair and drags him to the middle of the ring. He pulls Syko to his feet and screams something in his face. The Angelic Diablo is looking very groggy on his feet. Akmed screams yet more abuse in Syko's face. Suddenly Syko pushes Akmed's arms off and delivers a huge dropkick to the midsection Akmed! Both men are down on the mat! What a comeback for Syko. The ref begins counting the double knock out count but only gets to 3 and both men start moving on opposite sides of the ring. As they use the ropes to pull themself to a vertical base we get a replay of what just happened. Kim comments, "It was just luck thats all." Back to the action now, Syko runs at a groggy Akmed and hits a running neckbreaker! Akmed returns to his feet and shakes it off as Syko rebounds off the ropes for a clothesline. Akmed gets up again as Syko runs for another clothesline but this time Akmed counters into an irish whip towards the turnbuckle. Akmed runs after hoping to get a clothesline of his own but no! Syko runs up the turnbuckle, the corkscrew in mid air.. Whisper In The Wind!!
Fecca: Whisper in the wind!! Syko hit his trademark whisper in the wind on Akmed!
Styles: Well Kim here looks utterly disgusted at that haha!
Syko is over the other side of the ring and calls for it. He taunts and the crowd go nuts. 
Syko is taunting while Akmed uses the ropes to climb to his feet. Akmed turns and.. SYKO SPEAR!!
Fecca: SYKO SPEAR!! SYKO SPEAR!!
Styles: That must be Syko capitalizing here and in this business thats what ya gotta do, ya gotta pick your victims like that, get em when the time is right.
Kim: Sure he managed to hit his finisher on Akmed, big deal! Hell I could take down Akmed in the blink of an eye. I'd like to see how Syko would do against the Caine Clan though. I'm pretty sure he WOULDN'T be the one hitting finishers here and there.
Syko kneels down and goes for the cover. One.. Two.. Three!! The bell rings and "Blow Me Away" by Breaking Benjamin hits! Syko has his arm raised by the ref and has a smile on his face. Sabrina: Here is your winner, the Extreme Impressionist... SA SYKO!!
Fecca: Syko bagging the first win of his term here in PWT, his in-ring debut going down pretty well.
Styles: Well I gotta hand it to him he- .. Hey wait a minute whats Kim doing?
Kim Pain had thrown down her headset in outrage and got up from the announce table. She is standing in front of the table taunting and yelling at Syko. Syko is looking at her from in the ring telling her to come on and bring it. But in the background Akmed has got to his feet. Oh! The music suddenly gets cut off as Akmed delivers a brutal clothesline to the back of Sykos head. Kim stands outside the ring smiling.
Fecca: Oh so thats what Kim had in mind! A distraction so that Akmed could get some after match beatings in.
Styles: Yeah but I gotta hand it to her Bob, its a genius plan!
A plan that quickly backfired! Syko turns and starts delivering rights and lefts to Akmed, fighting back. Soon Akmed isn't putting in any offensive whatsoever! Syko grabs Akmed in a headlock and delivers the Syko dog off the turnbuckle! The smile is wiped from Kims face. The referee is blowing a fuse, trying to tell Kim not to intervene and trying to stop Syko. Syko shoves him away however. Syko goes to get out of the ring and the ref trys to collar him. Syko looks at the ref and yells, "Hey! .. Back Off!". The ref does so, not wanting to get hurt. Syko goes under the ring and pulls out a table!!
Styles: Whats he got the table for!!
Fecca: Well perhaps hes about to show us why he is the Extreme Impressionist.
Syko slides the table into the ring and then slides himself in. Kim is still looking on with her arms folder and the Titanium Title on her shoulder. Syko sets up the table in the middle of the ring. He picks up Akmed and lays him on the table. The ref is just a figure in the background now desperatly yelling for things to stop. Syko climbs the turnbuckle and looks down at Kim. "This is for you Kim!! This is for you!!" SHOOTING STAR PRESS! The crowd go insane! Syko hits the shooting star press and goes crashing through the table on top of Akmed.
Fecca: Oh My God!! I can't believe what just happened.
Styles: Well clearly you idiot, Syko just sent a message to Kim ahead of their pay-per-view match. Telling her look, this is me, this is Extreme. This is what I'll be bringing to the table at Criminal Intent.
Fecca: Sacrifising himself at the same time. And what about Kim just standing her, not wanting to get involved. What could be going through her mind right now.
EMTs and Medics rush to the ring to check on Syko and Akmed. Syko is helped to his feet but pushes away a ref that helps him up. He holds the back of his neck with one hand and with the other points to Kim. He points at Kim and the points at Akmed. Syko then gestures that the title will soon be around his waist. "Blow Me Away" By Breaking Benjamin hits and Syko drops to the mat and exists the ring. EMTs are helping Akmed up while Kim remains expressionless and just chews gum and holds her title at ringside.
Fecca: Syko sending Kim a message ahead of Criminal Intent there. Its hard to tell wether Kim is intimidated or wether she just doesn't care right now.
Styles: Yeah Sykos and idiot! Throwing himself through a table just to prove a point.
Fecca: Well not exactly! I don't know wether Kim planned it or not but Akmed trying a desperate surprise attack on Syko, FROM BEHIND!! I might add.
Styles: Thats not desperate, thats just the nature of the jungle! Kill or be killed.
Fecca: Whatever happened, Akmed tried to beat down Syko but Syko turned the tables and sent Akmed through a table. The fans seemed to love it!
Styles: Ah who cares about the fans. At the end of the day Bob, its not the fans who are gonna win the match, its you, the wrestler.
Fecca: We're gonna cut to a quick commercial break here on Shockwave but stay put as we've plenty more action just like this waiting around the corner for the rest of tonight. We cut to a commercial break as the ring is cleared for the next part of the show. | | |
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Fecca: Welcome back to PWT Shockwave, folks. Up next we have what’s sure to be one of the most intense matches of the night.
Styles: Intense? Try one-sided. You saw what Marcus did to Seifer last week, and when Seifer wants revenge, nothing can stop him! Marcus is going to get eaten alive.
The crowd dishes out a nice little pop as PWT's Head of Security, the Marcus of Johnson comes out from the back wearing his in-ring attire. He pauses at the top of the ramp to soak in his surroundings and the noise from the crowd.
Fecca: There’s no doubt that when Seifer’s on the rampage he’s one of the most dangerous superstars on the MSN circuit, but I like Marcus’s chances. He’s been really impressing me as of late.
Styles: Anyone with a "Oh, I’m not that great, but I try my best" attitude you’re impressed with. That doesn’t say anything about his chances in the ring.
Sabrina: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is scheduled for ONE FALL!! Making his way to the ring�?weighing in at 265 lbs, from Miami, Florida�?MARCUUUUUUUUUUUUSSss JOOOOOOOHNnnnnnnnsooooooooon!!!
He makes his way down the ramp energetically, giving a few lucky fans in the front row a brush of his hand.
Fecca: You used to have so much faith in Marcus, Eddie. What’s the difference?
Styles: Is that a trick question? The guy’s gone soft! He’s not a killer anymore, so what’s left? Nothing. And that’s exactly what he is now: a big nothing.
Marcus 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.
Fecca: I think you’ll be surprised during the match, Eddie. I think Marcus is more motivated that he’s probably ever been.
Styles: Does motivation really make that big of a difference when you’re going up against the likes of Seifer?
After talking a short while, he slowly raises both arms in the air. When they're directly above him, he flexes them, then brings them down to his side and flexes the rest of his body. Marcus gets down from the turnbuckle and gets comfortable by casually leaning against the ropes as�?BR>
And the prophecy read that
One day like the phoenix rose from the ashes
That a boy will be born unto a family in the slums
This boy will go on and use the knowledge that he gains
While fighting for survival in the streets
To become a ring leader
And in time that boy will grow to become K I N G Trumpet players and dancers alike dressed in all white with gold trim rush out onto the stage and begin to play the beginning of "King Back" by T.I. as the tron sparks to life, showing a stormy night across a vast land of hills with dark thunder clouds rolling in all the while two torches rise on both sides of the entrance ramp, the flames rising up every couple seconds engulfing the stage in an orange redish light as a fog rolls in. The crowd rises up and roars with a perfect blend of cheers and boos as the dancers continue to dance in celebration of our Great King.
Styles: Bob�?may I introduce to you: The Greatest Show on Earth.
The video pans throughout the hills as the rain begins to come down. As the storm rages on, fire, explosives, and soldiers can be seen between the many hills as it becomes a battle ground for war. The music picks up as the fire increases, the camera on the video begins to shift upwards, showing the top of the hills labeled with various well known name federations throughout the years. The cameras zoom out even further, making all the fighting going on between the hills representing different companies seem smaller as a mountain in the center of it all stands out. The camera zooms around quickly side to side, quickly ascending the mountain where still, we see more warriors battling each other as they trek up the mountain. As we continue to ascend the fighters are beginning to become scarce until it's nothing but dirt until we reach the summit. The cameras pan up on The Sempiternal Warrior Seifer with his hands out to both sides, standing atop the mountain over looking all the battle grounds as the storm continues to rage on. We pan to the side of Seifer who flashes a little smirk when the camera zooms quickly forward, right towards his eyes as he seems to welcome the challenge. It enters and a large bolt of lightning fills the sky as the screen goes white.
When it does we see teal and silver pryo's explode out across the arena, covering the stage in light and through the smoke we see a huge teal and golden chariot pulled by four white horses explode out from the back, with Seifer being chauffeured down to the ring.
Styles: WHA-HAAAT?!!
The crowd erupts as Seifer salutes the arena while the chariot makes its way down the ramp.
Fecca: Okay�?that’s pretty cool.
Styles: It’s not just cool, Bob. It’s Seifer!!
Sabrina: And the opponent�?weighing in at 247 lbs, also from Miami, Florida�?he is the KING!! of Professional Wrestling Today�?SEEEEEEIIIIIIIIFERRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!
Seifer arrives at the ring, steps off the chariot, and goes to the left, jumping up onto the apron as he enters between the top and middle ropes. Seifer makes his way to the back right turnbuckle and stands on the second rope. He holds out his right arm, with his thumb extended horizontally.
Fecca: Is he supposed to be Caesar or something?
Styles: Why not? He was the most dominant gladiator in Rome’s golden age, don’thca know.
Seifer turns around to face Marcus, who’s being told to stay on the other side by referee Mitch Roberts. Seifer flashes a cocky smirk before thrusting his thumb down with an evil scowl. Marcus’s head twitches a bit out of irritation which brings the cocky smirk back for Seifer. The music slowly fades out and the lights go back to normal. Mitch walks off to the side to yell something at stagehands while Seifer’s taking his sweet time getting down from the turnbuckle. With the referee distracted and Seifer not looking, Marcus pounces. His fists start raining down, and by the time the referee finds out what’s going on, he figures what the hell and calls for the match to begin.
Fecca: Marcus has a slight but visible size advantage, and he’s using it right now to keep Seifer in that corner.
Seifer refuses to stay down for long, though. Seifer keeps his head low and tries to punch his way out of the corner. Neither one lets up, so Mitch tries his best to get between the two. Marcus backs up, but both are fuming. Mitch pushes Marcus back far enough so they’re at a neutral position. They both look focused, but neither is really dancing around or circling. Marcus goes on the offensive again and tries to grab Seifer, but Seifer falls on his back and uses Marcus’s momentum to monkey flip him toward the corner. Sefier scrambles to his feet and just as Marcus was getting back to his, Seif locks his arm around his neck from behind. He got it in good, too, because the air is completely cut off as Marcus gags and panics. Seifer backs himself into the corner for support and cranks as hard as he can on Marcus’s neck. Marcus flails his arms desperately, looking for an opening to get out of the headlock, but to no avail. Mitch asks Seifer to break the hold, which he ignores. Marcus’s face starts turning purple while Mitch starts the 5 count. Seifer chucks Marcus flat on his face at 4.
Styles: Seifer could’ve killed Marcus right there.
Fecca: You’re saying that like it’s a good thing!!
Styles: He said he was going to, and he proved he could. I’d say that is a good thing.
Marcus gags and coughs like crazy, his lungs having difficultly getting air back in. Seifer helps him out by soccer kicking him in the ribs. Seifer brushes some invincible dirt off his shoulder before going back to Marcus to grab him, probably to put him in a submission hold. Marcus rolls out of the ring before he could get a grip on him and continues to do his best to catch his breath. Seifer steps between the ropes, but stays on the ring. He waits for Marcus to turn around before hitting a flying cross body with a running start. Seifer picks up Marcus’s head, but the rest of Marcus’s body is limp like a rag doll. Seifer spins around, forcing Marcus to scramble on his hands and knees before chucking him into the security wall.
Styles: I think I remember you saying something about Marcus being impressive, Bob?
Seifer starts shaking his head, mouthing "Too easy. This is too easy." before picking up Marcus again. This time Seifer brings him over to the steel steps and lays his head on the top of them. He picks up Marcus’s head, but as he’s doing so Marcus nails an elbow straight to the left eye of Seifer. Seifer’s head bounces back, and he spins around, holding his eye. Marcus kicks Seifer in the back of the knee caps, causing his legs and upper body to go opposite ways. Marcus catches Seifer in a reverse headlock, then squats down, digging his knee into Seifer’s back and sinking his arm in even more, giving him a perfect pressure advantage.
Fecca: THE HANGMAN! HANGMAN OUT OF NO WHERE!!
Unfortunately for Marcus, this isn’t a falls count anywhere match, but Marcus doesn’t seem to really care. He yells out as his arms start to ache from all the pressure he’s putting on Seifer’s neck. Imagine how Seifer’s feeling. Mitch begs them to get back in the ring, but Marcus ignores him. Seifer can’t seem to find a way out, but refuses to give in at the same time so decides to take it until Marcus gets tired. Marcus feels this change and starts to go back and forth between easing the pressure and reapplying it to make Seifer as uncomfortable as possible. Even this doesn’t seem to do it for Seifer, so Marcus lets go of the hold and throws Seifer to the side as violently as Seifer did to him not too long ago.
Fecca: Both men have been put through vicious headlocks, and you gotta believe it’s taken its toll on the both of them! Even so, I have a feeling this match has hardly even gotten started.
Mitch starts the 10 count to get them back in the ring. Marcus takes a short pause to catch his breath, but sooner than later gets up and starts kicking Seifer into the security banner. Marcus grabs onto the wall for support and starts to stomp a mud-hole in the Immortal. As Mitch’s count reaches 7, Marcus hesitates, then drags Seifer back into the ring to break the count.
Fecca: Marcus could’ve easily left Seifer on the outside for the ring out victory right there, but I don’t think a win like that would satisfy either of them!
Styles: He wouldn’t have won. Seifer may be down, but he’s never out.
Perfect timing. As Marcus was preparing something, with Seifer on his knees, Seifer explodes up and lifts Marcus off his feet like he was going to hold him on his shoulders, but instead of that he uses gravity to execute a nice little flapjack. Seifer mounts him and goes all UFC on him, with fists and elbows, and side of the hand jabs, and forearm smashes all to the back of the head. Marcus does his best to shield himself, but since he can’t see Seifer it doesn’t work as well as he would’ve liked. Seifer backs off, and hesitates a bit, waiting for Marcus to stir before he bounces off the ropes and catches an unexpecting Marcus, who is currently on his knees, with a spinning heel kick to the face. Seifer thinks it’s close to being over. He yells something at the crowd which gives him a mixed response, but explodes when Marcus pops up onto his feet. Seifer has no idea he’s up, and Marcus looks f*cking pissed. He slowly walks up behind Seifman, and waits for the perfect opportunity to hit a picture perfect german suplex. The look on Seifer’s face when Marcus picked him up was priceless: pure shock and utter confusion. Marcus keeps the hold, and looks to be going for another german suplex. He starts it, but instead of lifting Seifer over his head, he lets go of the hold and slips in a full nelson on Seifer’s way back down. Marcus cranks the crap out of Seifer’s neck all Chris Master’s like while Seifer’s sitting on the mat. Seifer doesn’t really have a chance to tap out even if he wanted to because his arms are flailing all over the place. After a while, Marcus leans Seifer back a bit, then slips in the Hangman once again.
Fecca: Again!! This time it could be the end of the match!!
Styles: Oh ye of little faith�?/FONT>
Seifer’s freaking out, remembering the pain he went through last time. Marcus screams again, this time with adrenaline pumping. The crowd goes berserk with the possibility of Marcus pulling off the upset. The crowd starts stomping a steady beat while chanting "KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL!" Mitch asks Seifer if he wants to give up, but Seifer doesn’t have energy to respond. Marcus yells "Give up!! Come on, give up Seif!!" Seifer’s hands manage to find Marcus’s head. Seifer tries anything to get Marcus to let go of the hold. He tries to gouge Mark’s eyes, tries to grab his ears, his hair. Marcus does his best to avoid them while holding on tight to the grip. After getting frustrated he lets go of the hold and yells at Mitch for not paying enough attention. What could the poor guy do? Marcus turns his attention back to Seifer and helps him to his feet. Marcus bends down a bit to pick up Seifer, then spins him around looking to dump him off with a scoop slam. The Seifesness of Seifer kicks in, though, and Seifer rolls him up for a quick pin�?BR>
1!.. 2!.. Marcus easily kicks out, but it definitely scared him.
Seifer pops up, looking like Michael Jordan with plenty of air in his dropkick out of no where. It hits Marcus right in the kisser. Seifer pops up again, and this time runs to the nearby ropes. He hops onto them, and bounces off in perfect timing with Marcus getting to his knees. While in mid-air, Seifer hits a Matrix worthy low-roundhouse kick with so much force he wasn’t even close to landing on his feet.
Styles: That’s game.
Fecca: I don’t know what that was, but holy crap.
Seifer drags him to the middle of the ring, and goes for the pin again�?BR>
1!.. 2!.. kick out.
Seifer looks rather disappointed and somewhat frustrated, but doesn’t let it get to him. He picks Marcus up, then sets him up for easy knees to the gut. He hits the knees with force, making his way to the nearest corner. Showing off his power, Seifer lifts Marcus up onto the top rope so Marcus is sitting on the top. Seifer hops up a bit, hooks Marcus’s right arm, then launches himself down to arm drag Marcus off. Marcus shows off his athleticism by not only landing on his feet, but turning the tables on Seifer and countering with his own arm drag. He almost chucks Seifer across the entire ring, but Seifer lands on his hands and feet. Using his own momentum for his advantage, Seifer continues the direction he was going, then bounces off the ropes. Marcus was charging toward Seifer, hoping to hit a nice clothesline, but Seifer and him collide, neither getting a better shot. They bounce off each other with equal force, then just stare at each other. The crowd starts to buzz as the tension between the two men continues to build. The scene fades to commercial with close-ups of each man’s face.
*commercial*
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Fecca: Welcome back to Shockwave ladies and gentlemen. Marcus and Seifer have been going back and forth, but right now Seifer has the upper hand again.
Styles: I wonder if this lotion works everywhere on your body?
Seifer has Marcus’s arm and is twisting it every which way. Marcus can’t do much more but take the pain as Seifer has a pressure point. Seifer gives Marcus a couple of shots to the body here and there when he deems necessary, then eventually hyper-extends the arm downward, forcing Marcus off his feet. However, Marcus’s ring-savvy kicks in and he does a sloppy school boy, which if nothing else made Seifer let go�?BR>
1!.. 2- Seifer easily kicks out.
The pin attempt merely stalled Seifer, as he’s right back up before Marcus was even to his knees. Seifman puts a lot of body power into a kick to the stomach that practically lifts Marcus vertically. Showing off veteran fluidity, he hits a picture perfect DDT, kips up, then runs toward the opposite side of the ring. He bounces off the ropes while Marcus getting back up, his back to Seifer. Seifer leaps and wraps his arm around Marcus’s neck, bounces off the ropes and pivots his weight to hit a version of the Dudley Dog.
Fecca: Impressive innovation right there by Seifer!
Styles: Too bad Marcus can’t do stuff like that, huh?
Seifer drags Marcus, who is on his stomach, not far to the middle of the ring, then grabs around his waist. He stands up, picking Marcus up with him, and looks around at the increasingly loud crowd letting them know something big’s about to happen. After the buzz reaches a satisfactory volume, Seifer psyches himself up and attempts to lift up Marcus.
Styles: NO WAY!
Fecca: This will definitely be impressive if he can pull it off! Marcus isn’t exactly a cruiserweight!
Veins in Seifer’s head pop out, but he does manage to get Marcus up most of the way, just not all the way. Seifer starts to lose it, so runs forward and uses the gravity that was working against him to go down to his knees and slam Marcus on his back instead of his neck. (He would’ve preferred to slam Marcus on his neck, but he couldn’t quite get him up all the way.)
Styles: White Lightning!! He did it! This one’s over for sure!!
Seifer separates Marcus from the ropes by putting his own body in between them. He turns Marcus over and goes for the pin�?BR>
1!.. Seifer puts his feet up on the ropes for extra weight 2!.. Marcus flails his entire body closer to the ropes, then rolls Seifer over for a pinning combination of his own�?BR>
Styles: WHAT?!?!?!!?!?!?
1!.. Seifer kicks out easily.
Fecca: What heart!! What drive!! Marcus Johnson refuses to give up and pulls of a counter I have never, in all of my years�?never seen!
Styles: Okay�?so the guy’s good at sneaking in pins. It’s only a matter of time before Seifer puts him away.
Marcus appears out while Seifer is getting increasingly frustrated. Seifer gives him a couple of right hands for good measure, then helps him to his feet. He takes a one second pause to catch his breath, then spins and whips Marcus into the far side corner. Marcus hits it with a lot of force, and would’ve probably bounced off if Seifer wasn’t right behind him with an elbow to the side of the head. Seifer grabs the ropes on either side of the corner, and launches a hard kick into Marcus’s stomach. He does it again, and again, then he launches himself in for another hard elbow. Marcus is barely standing, using the ropes to keep himself up. Seifer grabs his head, spins and jumps in the opposite way hitting an interesting hybrid between the Twist of Fate and the RKO. As if that wasn’t enough, Seifer gets behind him and wraps around his waist again. He lifts Marcus onto his feet, faces the corner, starts like he’s going to do a backbreaker, but sets Marcus up on top of the turnbuckle instead. Seifer turns his own body away from Marcus, but lifts Marcus up looking for a crucifix powerbomb. The crowd starts getting riled up again as Seifer slowly walks away from the corner, Marcus held high in the air. Seifer charges forward again, goes down to his knees again, and hits his HURR1C4N3D perfectly. Marcus’s body is completely limp.
Styles: Now this has to be it. I feel somewhat like a broken record, but if Marcus kicks out of this one, Seifer will have to start using some questionable tactics.
Fecca: Seifer’s dealt with plenty of superstars who have had incredible heart and determination! There’s no reason he should have to resort to lowering himself to cheat.
Styles: He’ll do what he has to do, when he has to do it, Bob. Don’t get so excited, it’s not like Marcus is going to kick out anyway.
Seifer was shaken up a bit by the move too, and was taking his time to get a hold of himself again and think. Seifer decides not to go for the pin, but instead grabs on of Marcus’s legs and looks out at the crowd again who’s going ballistic.
Styles: NOW he’s thinking! Once Seifer locks in the Immortal Deathlock, Marcus will have no choice but to submit!
Seifer takes his sweet time�?BR>
Fecca: Waiting�?BR>
Styles: Shh!! Don’t ruin the moment!
Then starts to go through with the move. Marcus kicks weakly with his other leg, but enough to get Seifer off of him. The crowd explodes while Seifer’s in an enraged shock. He tries for it again with more vigor, but this time Marcus kicks harder. Seifer gives up on trying to put in the sharpshooter and settles with a simple elbow to the knee cap and pressure on the knee. Marcus sits up, wraps his legs around Seifer’s waist, wraps his arms around Seifer’s neck, arches back and squeezes like there’s no tomorrow.
Styles: You have got�?to be kidding me.
Fecca: THE ROCK SLIDE!! For the third time tonight, Marcus whips in a devastating choke hold out of no where!! And there’s no choke hold quite like Marcus’s version of the Tazzmission!!
Styles: The guy was out. The guy was practically dead. He had no hope. And this happens?? What does Seifer have to do!? Bring a gun to the ring?!?
The crowd’s going absolutely nuts. The rather loud chants of "KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL!" are almost completely drowned out by random screams and yells and cheers. The entire arena is on their feet yelling.
Fecca: Marcus might do it!! He might pull off the upset victory!!
Styles: Like Frank Mir did to Lesner? How dare you compare PWT to UFC!
Seifer’s looking for a way out. Any way out. He reaches out for ropes, he tries to move, he tries to gouge Marcus’s eyes and grab his hair, nothing gives. Seifer’s raises his right hand in the air so everyone can see. It’s shaking, Seifer’s will deteriorating. Seifer feints a tap out, but closes his hand into a fist, willing himself not to give in. The buzz starts to die down a bit as Seifer, for the second time tonight, accepts his fate and takes the pain. Seifer starts to fade out a bit as the lack of air starts to get to him. Mitch goes to lift Seifer’s limp hand to possibly force him to tap out, but Seifer has enough life in him to slap the referee’s hand away. Mitch’s reaction gets a little chuckle from the crowd whose buzz continues on the decline until it reaches an asymptote. Seifer goes out completely, but by this time Marcus is completely drained and lets go of the hold and they both lay there in the middle of the ring. Mitch starts the 10 count�?BR>
1!.. 2!.. 3!.. 4!..
Marcus starts to crawl up on his knees, making his way toward the ropes. Seifer, apparently with still a bit of life in him rolls out of the ring and onto his knees stopping the count.
Fecca: Ladies and gentlemen, this has been an epic battle so far! We’re going to take this opportunity for another commercial, don’t go anywhere.
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Generic Narrator: Out of all the faces of fear�?BR>Flashes of the Frankenstein monster accompanied with a heartbeat, Saw’s serial killer, the Ring’s little girl�?BR>Generic Narrator: From the things that haunt you at night�?BR>Zombies, a freaky blood-covered evil clown, Aliens�?BR>Generic Narrator: The world has never seen�?BR>Torture scenes, massacres, cannibalism�?BR>Generic Narrator: Anything�?quite like this�?BR>Matlock’s face accompanied with a blood-curling scream.
Generic Narrator: Good luck sleeping tonight.
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Fecca: AND WE’RE BACK!! Neither man with the upper hand so far.
In fact, they’re trading really dramatic right hands. Marcus can’t bring himself to return a blow one time, so Seifer delivers another one, then another one. Seifer takes this opportunity to put his hands together and come down on Marcus with a powerful axe-handle blow, knocking Marcus off his feet. The power Seifer had to summon almost makes Seifer lose his balance and he stumbles in the opposite direction, but manages to stay on his feet. Marcus is lazily trying to get back to his, right now is hardly on his knees. Seifer pumps himself up a bit, then yells and charges toward Marcus, probably looking to dropkick him. Marcus pops up suddenly, just as Seifer was getting close, and launches Seifer in the air, making him do a sloppy swanton four feet over the ropes. Seifer lands with a nasty thud and almost runs into the announcer’s table. Marcus couldn’t stay on his feet very long, and is laying on the middle rope watching Seifer fly. He figures he should probably capitalize on this nice change of pace, and steps through the ropes. He pauses while he’s still on the ring as Seifer is starting to stir. Marcus looks over at the turnbuckle, then back at Seifer, then back at the turnbuckle and starts making his way toward it which once again brings the crowd to it’s feet. While Marcus is doing this, Seifer got his hands on a spur. A what? A detachable spur. He lazily straps it onto his right boot, while Marcus is lazily climbing up the turnbuckle. They’re tired, everything they do is lazy now. Seifer start to make an effort to get to his feet while Marcus stands up straight on the very top of the turnbuckle. Marcus holds up his hands and yells, before diving for a frog splash on the Immortal below who’s on all fours. As Marcus is coming down, Seifer’s now spurred right foot comes up and clocks Marcus perfectly in the face, knocking his head backward.
Styles: BLOOD SPILLER!!! THAT DEVESTATING BLOOD SPILLER!!
Fecca: With extra force from Marcus’s free fall!! I hate to say it, but that has to be it!
Marcus is holding his face while kicking agitatedly. Seifer’s just thankful for this chance to catch his breath. Marcus lifts his head up, holding his right eye. He takes his hand off and blood starts to pour out of a cut over his right eye.
Styles: BLOOD!!! BLOOD!!
Fecca: Holy mother of-!! What a nasty cut that Blood Spiller opened up!!
Marcus sees how much blood there is on his hand, and does his best to cover it back up. Seifer is on his feet again, and is making his way to Marcus. Marcus sees him coming and explodes. He tackles Seifer to the ground and starts throwing punches like a mad man.
Styles: This is great!! The blood must’ve really pushed him over the edge!!
Fecca: The sight of your own blood does something to some people, and it appears that the Blood Spiller isn’t helping Seifer’s cause as well as he would’ve liked!!
Seifer does his best to shield himself, as blood starts to drip on him too. Seifer starts to get enraged himself, and manages to turn Marcus over. Now Seifer’s on the offensive, going at Marcus just as wildly as Marcus was him. Marcus does the same thing, and they both take their turns going on the offensive. Blood starts to spread on the both of them, especially Marcus whose face is now almost completely covered in it. Mitch finally leaves the ring, and pulls Seifer off of Marcus during one of Seifer’s turns. Seifer shrugs Mitch off and charges back at Marcus, who catches him and levels him with a hard spinebuster. Marcus grabs Seifer’s head, then looks toward the steel steps. He blows blood off of his lips before spinning around and chucking Seifer into the steps. Marcus wipes blood off his face, then squats down in a football stance, waiting for Seifer to get back up. Seifer does so in typical fashion, and right when he turns around, Marcus is there to collide into him, and pick him up in the process. Marcus continues to charge forward like Seifer wasn’t even there, then launches him over the security wall into the audience. Marcus almost falls over the security banner himself in the process, and does so after Seifer lands. Seifer actually landed where there were no seats, so Marcus gets to him with no problem. Marcus gives him one hard right, then another. Marcus grabs Seifer’s hair with his left hand, then starts pounding into him with his right. Marcus pounds him once, twice, three times, Seifer’s starting to fall over, four times, then five times and lets him go. He takes a short break to catch his breath, then lifts Seifer up and shoves his head in-between his legs. He looks around at the crowd whose excited buzz went up a couple of volumes, the ones around them are especially loud. Marcus reaches around Seifer’s waist. Marcus lifts him up and makes it look easy, holding him completely vertically. Marcus slams Seifer down hard on his back and neck, but doesn’t let him go. Marcus wraps his arms around Seifer, and picks him up again�?BR>
Fecca: What an impressive display of power!! These two men aren’t too far apart in size, and Marcus is lifting him like he’s working out in the gym!
…and slams him down again. The crowd groans in sympathy for Seifer, yet Marcus does it a third and final time, this time charging forward and slamming Seifer not only into the security wall. The impact cripples the wall, but it does not collapse.
Styles: Hey now! We have the rest of the show to get through here! Save some of the arena for the other superstars!!
Marcus crawls to Seifer, and unleashes a powerful right to his face, followed by two more. Seifer now has a small cut too, and is bleeding from the mouth, but not half as bad as Marcus. From here, Marcus does his best and eventually does get Seifer back into the ring. I guess Mitch forgot he was supposed to do a ring-out count, but whatever. Marcus rolls Seifer on his back, and drags him into position. Tired, beaten, bloody, Marcus marches toward the corner and climbs it. The crowd gets to it’s feet once again as Marcus makes the long climb to the top. He reaches it, almost falls off from exhaust but catches himself, focuses, then jumps.
Fecca: METEOR SHOWER!! MARCUS’S VERSION OF THE MOONSAULT CONNECTS PERFECTLY!!
Marcus lazily lays on top of Seifer, which is good enough for a pinning combination�?BR>
1!.. 2!.. 3-NO!!
Fecca: NO!!
Styles: YESS!!! SEIFER KICKS OUT!!!
Maybe he dug deep and gathered enough will and energy to kick out, maybe it was his natural wrestling instinct and he had no idea he did it, but Seifer kicked out. Marcus looks completely distraught that the match has to continue, but doesn’t sulk for very long. He picks Seifer up one more time, bends down, then picks Seifer up on his shoulders.
Fecca: The STD!! Marcus is preparing to deliver the STD!!
Styles: "STD"?!
Fecca: Yeah. "Stoned to Death".
Styles: ??
Fecca: Juvenile humor.
Styles: Aaah�?/FONT>
The crowd is pulsing. The beat starts up again. Blood is dripping down Marcus’s face, Seifer’s bruised and bloodied, it all comes down to this. Marcus bends down a bit to start the move, then powers one side of Seifer off of his shoulder and spins Seifer’s body around. Mid-air, Seifer hooks Marcus’s head and hits a nasty piledrive-DDT on his way down. Blood starts to really gush from Marcus’s head and Mitch calls for the bell�?BR>
*DING, DING, DING*
Sabrina gets into the ring as EMT’s are rushing down to the ring. Mitch talks to Sabrina a bit and she nods�?BR>
Sabrina: Ladies and gentlemen, the referee has decided to stop this match on account of too much blood. This match has been decided a No Contest.
The fans boo loudly.
Fecca: The fans are booing, but I think this is the right call. That cut has gotten out of hand, and if this match went any longer Marcus might have been out of action for a while.
Styles: Is that Seifer’s fault?? That was a great counter by Seifman!! Why shouldn’t he get the win!?
Fecca: Because there’s no clear cut winner, Eddie! Have a little consideration for the well-being of our superstars, won’t you?
Styles: They’re just doing what they were born to do, Bob! I don’t see anything wrong with that! They’re fighters!! Let them fight!!
Fecca: Well, whether you like it or not this match is a draw, and I have to say what a match this was!! We were treated to a pay per view main event worthy match and Shockwave has barely got underway!! Due to the unexpected length of this match, we’d like to thank the MSN network for extending our air-time tonight.
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| [ This one hundred and twenty-eighth edition of Shockwave returns from the previous commercial break. And folks its time for "The Redneck Super-Hero" to face off against a dastardly villian! So the fans begin to cheer as the lights dim down and 3 Doors Down's monster hit "Kryptonite" blasts over the airwaves. The PWT-a-vision tron comes to life with CM's entrance video showing him in action from various matches in his storied PWT career. There's even shots from his appearances in ICWA. Fecca: Can you feel the electricity from this crowd Eddie? Styles: Electricity? I thought it was the funk drippin off all these pig-farmers. [ As Fecca shakes his head there's suddenly an explosion of pyro on the stage. The fans pop for the explosion nicely, but they nearly blow the roof off the arena when that smoke clears and they actually see Michaels standing on the ramp. Sabrina: Ladies and gentlemen please welcome, from THE Great State of TENNESSEE!!!......CHRRRRRRRRRRRISTIAN MIIIIIIIIIIIIIICHAELS!!!!! [ The former Heavyweight champ spins from his Y2J-like pose to face his fans now. CM starts down the ramp way going out of his way to slap the hands of those fans reaching out at ringside. At the bottom of the ramp CM heads for the steel steps and trots up them. Christian ducks into the ring between the top an middle ropes. The fans are still on their feet cheering as Michaels ascends one of the corners and holds his hands high above his head. Fecca: These fans here in Tennessee sure do love Christian Michaels! Styles: Eh losers flock to other losers. Fecca: You might want to watch what you say Eddie, remember that we had to park in the same parking garage as fans tonight... Styles: Ugh! Don't remind me. [ Suddenly the adoring cheers for CM turn to boos as The Riddler's theme starts up. Sabrina: And his opponent.....Hailing from Gotham City......This is....THE RIDDDDDDDLER!!!!! [ The Riddler prances his way out onto the stage with Query at his side. He makes his way down the ramp, advoiding the outstretched hands of ringside fans. Riddler gets in the ring and has Query snatch the mic from Sabrina. She then gives her boss the mic and Riddler has something to say. Riddler: Riddle me this......Riddle me that......Who's afraid of the big, bad... [ WHAM! CM doesn't seem ta be in the mood. He springs forward and gives Riddler a HELL of a "You Just Got Whapped" superkick. CM snaps his attention towards Query and she hightails it from the ring. Frank Mason, our ref for this match, calls for the bell. Fecca: Well....erm.....this match is now officially underway... [ Christian puts a foot on the chest of Riddler as he bends over to grab the mic. Mason drops down to make his count. ONE..............TWO..............THREE!!! The bell rings and Sabrina would announce CM the winner if she had her mic. Fecca: Christian Michaels making very short work of the Riddler here tonight. Boy I tell ya Eddie, the Southern Heartthrob doesn't seem to be in all that great of a mood. Styles: He's probably still smarting over what happened at Shockwave of Conflict. You should've been there to see it Bob! It was frickin beautiful! Fecca: I've seen the tape and it was horrendous. Styles: You need to lay off the hater-aid playa. [ In the ring CM now has the mic. He raises it as Riddler is rolled to the apron by referee Frank Mason. He and Query get Riddle to his feet and start to help him to the back. Michaels watches before tossing out CM: Hey! I warned your silly ass that I'd kick ya teeth out ya mouth like a pack of chiclets if ya showed up for this Riddler. But now maybe you can understand that as Query there takes ya back ta Gotham with ya tail between ya legs. [ CM changes his attention back towards the camera-man on the ring apron and his camera. CM: And as for YOU, Wall$treet......Ohhh don't you even DARE to dream that you're going to get away with what you did Thursday night! You son of a bitch I'm damned glad that you've accepted my challenge for Criminal Intent.....Guess maybe you still got a set of balls. Well that's good Taylor, because I ain't in the mood to wait til April the thirteenth to get my revenge on your sorry ass! Hell naw! It starts next week on Shockwave! [ There's that THUD noise as CM drops the mic to the ground. "Kryptonite" begins to play as CM heads out of the ring. Styles: He can't threaten Wall$treet like that can he? Fecca: I guess he can, cause he judt DID! Folks we'll be back after these fine commercials. [ And with that Shockwave heads to another commercial break. *COMMERCIAL BREAK* [ Coming back from commercial after the CM Riddler match we head backstage, the locker room we are currently looking at is trashed, you can hear voices trying to soothe someone but obviously it’s not working. Shauna: "Sin, we’ll fix this, heck I will fix this" [ You can hear a sarcastic laugh Travis: "What ya gonna do toots? Go beg him for the title?" [ Shauna frowns before poking him in the chest Shauna: "No, I’ll pin him, I mean the guy wanted to take me out" SinDee: "Then he ran off to someone else! You stupid twit you can’t even wrestle" [ SinDee screams once again this time punching the mirror on the wall Shauna: "Please sweets, let me fix this!" [ SinDee’s eyes turn dark as she spins facing Shauna SinDee: "Then go f****** fix it!" [ Shauna grabs something from SinDee’s bag and quickly leaves the locker room the camera following her every move. It takes her a few minutes to find Xavier’s locker room taking a few seconds she knocks on the door, without warning Shauna strips her shirt off, but it’s not Xavier who opens the door, it’s Melody Melody: "You little skank!" [ She slaps Shauna hard across the face, Shauna takes a few steps back and tries blinking away the tears before attacking Melody, for a chick that has no wrestling background she manages to get Melody down clawing at her eyes. A cough is heard and she looks up at Xavier a sly smile on her face Shauna: "I came to see you" Xavier: "Topless?" [ Shauna shrugs and gets to her feet adding a kick to Melody for good measure Shauna: "Well maybe I want to go on that date, and topless bars are a good thing this day and age" [ Yeah she was scrambling, though before Xavier knows what is happening Shauna blows some powder into his eyes and low blows him. With him buckled she pulls him in for a kiss and pins him also shamelessly copping a feel of down there. The ref quickly gets down. One�?Two.. Thr�?BROKEN PIN! [ Melody has recovered and quickly pulls Shauna off Xavier. Melody: "You two bit skank! Trying to dig your claws into him!" Shauna: "He enjoyed it bitch!" [ A cat fight ensues and well it doesn’t end well. Shauna gets put through a table and Xavier and Melody head out leaving her there Fecca: Erm folks....after this next set of commercials we'll have that special announcement about the Peoples championship. Stay tuned! [ The show goes to another commercial break. *COMMERCIAL BREAK* | | |
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| The cameras draw back on the PWT Ring where PWT's Bobby Fecca is standing with the People's title over his right shoulder and a microphone in hand. 
Fecca, "Ladies and Gentlemen of Knoxville Tennessee..." The crowd erupts at the mention of their name so Fecca let's em have their moment. Styles, "Suck up." Fecca, "Ladies and Gentlemen, it's with great mixed emotion that I've come to this ring to make a couple of announcements. As you can see, I am holding the PWT People's Championship. Now the People's title is a title that we here in PWT take very seriously as it's a championship created specifically for each and everyone of you great PWT Fans. (Crowd cheers)... Originally the People's title was designed to be very similar to a Television title, in that, a TV title is generally defended every time you're company is on TV and our People's title was to be defended every single show. However, sometimes that simply puts far too much of a burden on the champion's shoulders and it also deprives you people of an oppertunity to see the People's champion in non-people's title related action. But even though we don't defend the championship on a nightly bases anymore, it's still designed to be more frequently defended then most titles and unfortuantly that hasn't been occuring lately." Fecca pauses to determine how he wants to go into what he has to say next... Fecca, "As you all know, the most current People's champion is Angelique. In the PWT Lockeroom there's a very wide range of characters and personalities, virtually all of which are a bit over the top and some of which are endearing and make us want to cheer their names and show loved and admiration, and then some of which that make us wanta boo our lungs out, perhaps throw a few politically incorrect terms out, and show our great disdain and displeasure. But behind these larger then life personalities, we sometimes forget that each of these individuals are very real people who have very real problems. With that in mind, It sadens me greatly to tell all of you that Angelique will not be defending the People's title anytime soon, or competing on any level in the near future as she's become very Ill." Fecca pauses as the fans are pretty quiet, just listening as they can feel that this moment has something about it that shouldn't get a lot of screams or hollers. Fecca, "Angel's gonna be out indefinatly and as of right now the doctors have offered us no kind of timeline or ball park range on when or if she'll be able to return. Now, PWT offered to make the People's championship inactive and to allow Angelique the time to do what she needs to and to wait until she's ready to come back to begin defending that championship again... However, being the consumate professional that she is, Angel refused to maintain a championship she was i ncapable of defending and has refused to continue to prevent the great talent here in PWT from continuing their pursuit of this covited championship that lyes as a huge mile stone on the road to the richest prize in the Industry, the PWT World Heavyweight Championship. So as of 10:19 am last Monday morning Angelique has OFFICIALLY relenquished the PWT Peoples Championship under the promise that she'll be granted a rematch upon her return." The crowd cheers and begins to chant: ANGEL! ANGEL! ANGEL! ANGEL! ANGEL! Fecca nods along and let's them do their thing before continuing, "That means that the PWT's Powers that Be have had nearly a week to contemplate what to do with this championship and they have decided that a NEW PWT People's Champion WILL BE DETERMINED at the event their entitling "A Night of Champions", PWT CRIMINAL INTENT! Every championship will be defended at this Pay Per View extravaganza and folks, the People's championship will be no exception. So, at this time I would ask the particapint of the People's title bout to come to the ring... First... You'll recall that at Immortal Glory there was a triple threat contenders match for the PWT People's title between Marcus Johnson, Akmed, and Brandon Marks... As a result of winning that bout, please welcome the first contender in the People's title match at Criminal Intent... BRANDON MARKS!" The crowd starts booing as "Just Lose It" By Eminem begins to blast over the PA. Styles, "What a huge announcement by Fecca! Every title on the line at Criminal Intent, the People's title included. That's just huge." Marks comes from behind the curtain and starts heading down the ramp, a smirk on his face as he realizes his oppertunity for gold is near. Styles, "Brandon Marks has really spun it around since that battle royal last month. A Much more serious demeanor about the Candyman that's really done well for him... I mean it saw him get into this People's title match at Intent." Marks rounds the barricade, climbs the steps, and steps between the ropes. Fecca, "And his opponent... The man who contended for the People's title at Immortal Glory and won by disqualification, thus not obtaining the title through his victory but clearly deserving a rematch for the championship... MATT MATLOCK!" "Born With Nothing, Die With Everything" by Papa Roach blasts over the PA and actually, surprisingly, there's just as many cheers as their are boos as Matt Matlock emerges from behind the curtain. Styles, "Here's a man cloaked in controversy. And not so much controversy in terms of what he says or does because honestly, Shock-jock tactics simply aren't that controversial anymore. Especially in wrestling. Every button's been pushed so having a racist perspective or a schovinistic perspective really doesn't draw much controversy. What centers Matlock in controversy is that on any given night he can provide a Pay Per View Main Event calibur performance. We've all seen it, we've all seen how great Matlock performs in bouts with guys the likes of WallStreet and Seifer and David Van Dam... When he truly respects his opponent he comes with everything he's got and leaves us breathless in awe of the performance at hand. But the son of a bitch only does that once a blue moon and it drives front office people crazy because ya try and give the guy breaks and let him become a flag barrier for the organization and he just sits on his ass in his lockeroom or hotel room playin friggin nintendo! I'm a Matlock fan, I'd like to see him win the People's title and go on to the spot he had back in early 2006 when he was clearly being groomed to be a regular in the Main Event, but for that to happen he's going to very seriously need to refocus his attention here in PWT." Matlock rounds the barricade and climbs the steps as well, also entering the ring as his music fades. Fecca, "Alright Gentlemen, You two will be performing in a..." A crew member gets Fecca's attention from ringside and Fecca walks over. The Crew member hands up an index card. Fecca walks back, slightly confused, "Well folks, it appears that the office has determined there's going to be an added component to this contest. Apparently the office is concearned that Matlock may not bring his A Game to this contest, and as a result they have aquired an insurance policy to make sure you great fans still get your money's worth. PWT is making this contest a THREE WAY DANCE!" The crowd erupts as we can see Matlock saying "That's crap!" Fecca, "So, ladies and Gentlemen... The THIRD particapint in this match..." Fecca's face contorts into one of complete surprise as he says, ".... MJ STORM?!" Styles, "WHAT?!" We hear the sound of a clock ticking, although barely as the crowd's boos are so loud... "One, Two, You hear the Clock Tickin?
Tick Tock, You're about to Stop Livin.
Tick Tock
I want You To Remember Me
Tick Tock
But the Day Ain't Got no Memory.
I'm Comin!
Nobody Can Stop Me,
Nobody Can Hold Me,
Nobody Control Me
I'm Comin!
I'm Here To Do My Thing
I'm Here To Bring The Pain
Ain't Never Ever Gonna Change
I'm Comin!
Nobody Can Stop Me,
Nobody Can Hold Me,
Nobody Control Me
I'm Comin!
I'm Here To Do My Thing
I'm Here To Bring The Pain
I'm Never Ever Gonna Change" The song starts to pick up as the curtain moves and out on the stage steps the One And Only... 
MJ Storm. And he has a microphone in hand, who'da thunk it? The music fades as MJ Says, "That's right boys, the sh*t just hit the fan. I told everybody months ago that one way or another I was gonna get my People's title match, and now here I am, making my official return to PWT and from the way my watch is tickin, it looks like I've got right about three weeks before I am the People's Champion... But don't worry People, I'm not like The Rock, I'd never abandon you for Hollywood... Oh No, I'd never deprive my adoring public of all the MJ Storm they can handle. I'll be here every night, just for each and every one of you." The crowd boos as MJ smirks that smirk that just makes ya wanta reach through and bitch slap the guy. MJ Storm, "So hey Marks, try not to bury yourself in Tootsie Rolls and uh, Matt, make sure you put the Nintendo Wii in the closet for a while because when I beat your asses and take what's rightfully mine I don't want any excuses. At Criminal Intent, the things I'm gonna do to get that People's title very well may border the Criminal, and then, after I take the title... Well I guess you could say that PWT's gonna be Taken By Storm." With that "I'm Comin" by Silkk the Shocker re-plays over the PA as MJ holds the mic down at his side and both Matlock and Brandon are glaring up at him. Styles, "Well I can't believe MJ's back but I certainly do believe that things are gonna heat up now! We're gonna take a break but don't go anywhere because when we come back, That One Guy's gotta take on the Clan in two on one handicap action!" *Commercial Break*
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| We come back from commercial as we hover over the ring�?The lights go out which draws a bunch of screams�?/P> Boom, Clap�?Boom, Clap�?Boom, Clap�?/P> "You Can Run On For A Long Time
Run On For A Long Time
Run On For A Long Time
Sooner or Later God’ll Cut You Down
Sooner or Later, God’ll Cut You Down�? Images of Mason’s face behind a wall of fire�?Then images of a very angry facial expression of sorts from Javen while he’s flashing the "Gunz" taunt�?Kim pain with a Chris Benoit look of seriousness and aggression with the Titanium belt over her shoulder�?The Image of Plague holding a dagger to WallStreet’s throat before she turns her face, looking to the camera with an angry look�?Josiah standing, his fingers interlocked in front of him with a classic Sinister Minister demonic grin�?And finally NovaCaine with his arms crossed, a look in his eyes very similar to that of Charlie Manson, who so many have said "You can tell he’s pure evil by looking in his eyes". As the Caine Clan video plays we see the curtain move and from behind it steps Josiah. Josiah comes to the center of the stage, looking around at the booing masses. Then he turns around and puts his arms out�?When he does the curtain moves on either side and from behind it on the right (your eft if you’re watching it on TV) comes Mason while on the left comes Javen. They both step out a couple of steps and we see Plague following close behind Javen. Sabrina, "Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is a two on one HANDICAP MATCH! Introducing first, being occumpanied to ringside by Josiah Caine and The PWT Femme Fatale Champion Plllllague…�?At a combined weight of six hundred-five pounds�?Javen�?Mason�?THE CAAAAAAAINE CLAAANNN!" Josiah begins to lead the way, shouting of sinners and sin and such as a dim blood red light encompasses the ramp and the ring and the crowd is still lightless. Fecca, "These Caines are some scary individuals. All of them have malice consuming their hearts and they’re all capable of anything, especially if it’s at the behest of their warped and depraved leader, Nova Caine."
Styles, "And they’re about to destroy your favorite Cinderella story, That One Guy."
Fecca, "That One Guy’s an incredible athlete with more heart than most, but, the odds tonight are certainly are stacked against him."
Styles, "Stacked against him? Those sons-a-bitches are tiltin and about to fall and drop on his box head!" They continue their slow march down the ramp as the fans throw out boos�?While they’re making their entrance we switch to the back. We can still hear the Clan’s music playing out in the arena as That One Guy’s standing outside of the Gorilla area, taking a few deep breaths as he looks down at the floor and shakes his arms about, clearly getting ready for the contest that awaits him. "You ready baby?" TOG’s head perks up and he turns as he sees Ciara walking over. TOG, "What are you doing here?" Ciara, "I’m accompanying you to ringside." That One Guy, "Absolutely not." Ciara, "But�? TOG, "No Ciara." Ciara looks confused and a little hurt, which makes TOG’s almost cold tone disappear as he sighs and grabs her hands�?/P> TOG, "Ciara�?It’s too dangerous out there. There’s four of them and only one of me. I can’t protect you out there." Ciara, "I don’t need to be protected Guy, I’m fully capable�? TOG, "I know you are Cee-cee, but there’s four of them and they know no bounds in terms of their demonic ways. It’s just not safe. I don’t want you out there. Go back to the lockeroom and I’ll get you when this is over." Ciara, "But�? TOG, "Please Ciara�?I’m not gonna feel comfortable with you out there and in a two on one I already have more on my plate to worry about then I’d like. Please, for me, stay back here." Ciara sighs, "�?Alright, I’ll stay back here." TOG Smiles softly, "Thank you Ciara, No matter what happens, please stay back here." The chords from "Remember the Name" begin and TOG’s eyes get wide�?/P> TOG, "I gotta go�?But thank you Ciara, really." He pulls her in and gives her a tight hug. She looks up and he looks down and gives her a kiss�?/P> TOG rushes off as the scene switches to the stage. "This is Ten Percent luck
Twenty Percent Skill
Fifteen Percent Concentrated Power of Will
Five Percent Pleasure
Fifty Percent Pain
And A Hundred Percent Reason To Remember The Name" With that the curtain moves and from behind it to a huge reception comes�?/P> That One Guy. TOG is bouncing around on his feet taking some deep breaths and loosening up as we switch to the ring where Mason and Javen are both looking at him like a couple of starving sharks watching a wounded fisherman leaning over the edge of his boat. Sabrina, "And now on his way to the ring from GRAND ISLAND NEW YORRRRRK�?He weighs in at 245 pounds�?He is, THAT�?ONE�?GUUUUUUUUUUUYYYYYY!" TOG begins down the ramp as Fecca says, "Well we just saw That One Guy request Ciara remain in the back for this contest and I have to say that while it might be to That One Guy’s benefit to have someone out here to try and make the odds less against him, it was certainly a good call for her safety to have her stay in the back."
Styles, "How cute, but That One Guy should have practiced what he’s preachin�?and stayed in the back himself because if he walks away from this match it’ll be through the grace of God and some unfound spot of kindness in the heart of one of the Caines, which, for the record, I wouldn’t count on."
Fecca, "Probably not." TOG gets to ringside and looks up at the challenge that awaits him. TOG looks to the fans on his left, then the fans on his right�?They’re all screaming his name�?He takes one more deep breath and then says "Screw It" and darts forward sliding into the ring. He jumps up and rushes foreward, wasting no time as he nails Javen with a big clothesline. The crowd erupts as the music fades and referee Frank Mason calls for the starting bell and begins shoeing Josiah and Plague out of the ring. That One Guy turns to Mason and BAM! BAM! BAM! Fast, hard hitting right hands, all of which barely back the big man up, but do back him up never the less. Once he finally gets Mason back against the ropes he grabs him and goes for an Irish whip. Mason goes but swings around and reverses. TOG darts to the far ropes, rushes back, leaps up and BAM! A big forearm to the head makes Mason stumble back and end up falling back against the corner turnbuckles. Javen gets up, his eyes wide with rage and surprise. He rushes toward TOG, But TOG glances over his shoulder and moves so Javen ends up clotheslining Mason in the corner. Javen’s eyes get wide again, this time with surprise that he hit the largest Caine. He turns around and That One Guy is right there to hook his head, grab his tights and take him back with a snap suplex. Fecca, "Bah God! I can’t believe this! That One Guy’s doing alright!" Javen rolls near the ropes holding his back as TOG sees Mason still in the corner after Javen’s botched clothesline. That one Guy backs up a few steps then runs at Mason with a full head of speed and jumps up looking for a High Body Avalanche (stinger splash) but Mason extends his arm, catches That one guy by the throat and just holds him up in the air as he steps out a couple of steps and the previously erupting fans begin to boo�?/P> Fecca, "Uh-oh�?That One Guy came in hot but he’s in no man’s land now�? Mason brings him out to the center and then drops to his knees nailing a massive Chokeslam on TOG. A Previously concerned Josiah begins jumping around on the floor like a breeze came by while a group of first grade catholic school girls were waiting for the bus. Mason stands up, not covering TOG as this is more about redemption for TOG accidentally busting open Kim’s eye last week then wins or losses. Now Javen’s back up and the two begin stomping away at That One Guy. Josiah from ringside, "PICK HIM UP! DISMANTLE HIM! DESTROY HIM!" Javen bends down and grabs TOG by the hair, pulling him up to his feet. Javen says something to Mason and then heads to the corner. Mason picks TOG up like a side walk slam, and then drops down, dropping TOG across his knee with a backbreaker. Just as Mason drops to a knee, Javen leaps off the second rope and nails a Neck breaker on TOG while he’s still lying across Mason’s knee. The crowd gasps and boos. Fecca, "Good God, that may have just ended TOG." Javen gets up and looks out to the booing crowd. Javen then looks down at TOG, "WHO’S ELIMINATING WHO NOW?!" Fecca, "What?! This is STILL about that battle royal?! For God’s sakes, it was a month ago!" Javen yells at Mason, "PICK HIM UP!" Mason bends down, grabs TOG by the head and pulls him up to his feet. Javen grabs him and snaps him back so he’s in position for a Reverse DDT, But instead Javen nails that reverse Twist of Fate of his, drawing more boos. Fecca, "Javen with the Javen Effect and this one is over." Javen goes for the cover and Frank Mason drops down ………………One……………Two………�?Javen pulls TOG’s Shoulder off the canvas as the crowd boos as the ref starts flipping out. Fecca, "Oh come on. Javen just broke his own pin. What a display of arrogance."
Styles, "Oh yeah, because it’s gonna really backfire on him here Bobby." Javen gets up and pulls TOG up with him. Javen, "YOU WANT HIM BIGMAN?!" Mason nods. Javen, "I Said�?DO YOU WANT HIM BIGMAN?!" Mason lets out a disturbing scream�?Javen shoves the lifeless TOG toward Mason who picks him up into a Torture rack. Then, BAM! Fecca, "GOOD GOD! There’s the Shock Treatment!" Mason goes to his knees and places one of his giant hands on TOG’s chest, his eyes staring down into TOG’s hollowed eyes as the official counts ………………�?……………�?…………………�?! Fecca, "Well thank God this match is over." Sabrina, "Here are your Winners�?The CAINE CLAN!" Josiah and Plague slide in and Plague and Javen begin stomping away at TOG’s corpse as Josiah jumps up and down, pointing for Mason to do the same. The bell begins ringing desperately as Frank Mason begs em to stop. Fecca, "Aww COME ON! THE MATCH IS OVER!"
Styles, "This’ll teach That One Guy to cross the clan." Some of the fans start to cheer, but why? Ciara Cage! She darts down the ramp and slides in under the bottom rope. She runs over and nails Plague from behind making her stumble away and fall down. Javen turns and BAM! BAM! BAM! Right hands but�?GAH! Mason reaches over and grabs her by the hair from behind. Ciara starts kicking about while reaching up and using both hands to try and pry Mason’s hand away, but as she does Plague gets back up, runs forward, and drives her down with a big clothesline. Plague gets on top of Ciara and choking her with both hands as Javen and Mason go back to work on That One Guy. Fecca, "NO! Now Ciara’s being assaulted as well!"
Styles, "Here own fault. TOG told her to stay in the back."
Fecca, "How can ya blame her for wanting to stop this?! Somebody has to stop this!" Suddenly "Everybody’s Fool" By Evanescence kicks in right at the peek of it’s opening. The crowd erupts as the cameras go to the ramp and we see the curtain get thrown to the side as Shadow rushes to the stage and looks around�?/P> Fecca, "SHADOW!" Shadow darts down the ramp as Josiah starts tugging on Javen and Mason’s arms to get their attention. They both finally pay attention about the same time as Shadow slides under the bottom rope. Mason heads for Shadow but Shadow draws back and BAM! Big kick between the legs. Fecca,"YES!" Shadow delivers a second, then a third. Even the big man Mason is hurtin from that. Shadow jumps back and them BAM! Delivers a round house kick that oridinarly wouldn’t drop Mason, but after three straight kicks to the boys, is successful in doing so. Plague gets up and rushes over as Javen’s still laying the boots to TOG. Shadow kicks her in the gut, grabs her neck and puts up an arm�?He swings around for his twist of Fate but Javen darts his way�?Javen gets a kick in the gut and then with one arm around Plague’s neck, one arm finding a front face lock on Javen, Shadow drops delivering a One armed Diamond cutter to Plague while simultaneously DDTing Javen. The crowd erupts as the Caines all roll out to the floor and Josiah, who rolled out as soon as Shadow slid in, tries to get them back collected. Fecca, "YES! SHADOW! BAH GAWD SHADOW HAS SAVED TEE OH GEE AND CIARA FROM UNDENIABLE DOOM!"
Styles, "I HATE THAT TRANNY BASTARD! WHY CAN’T HE MIND HIS BUSINESS?!" Shadow checks on TOG and Ciara�?Ciara starts moving about and pulling herself up although TOG’s still down on the mat. Remember, Ciara just took a clothesline and got choked, TOG got slaughtered. Shadow drops to a knee to check on That One Guy as Ciara starts pulling herself up on the ropes. At ringside Josiah finally gets the Caines up and walking backwards up the ramp, Plague holding her neck, Javen holding his, and both of them throwing obscenities, Javen’s at Shadow and Plague’s at Ciara as Mason’s chest just goes in and out real deep and Josiah does what he can to make sure the Caines�?keep going back. Shadow Hops up on the ropes and points out to Javen and motions for him to bring it, of course Javen keeps the talk going but doesn’t. Ciara is on a knee at TOG’s side, holding his hand and trying to get him to come back too�?/P> Fecca, "This whole thing just broke down and folks, Shadow still has a huge match to undergo here tonight against Nosferatu�?I don’t know how this night’s gonna go or what kind of shape TOG’s in, but folks, hopefully we’ll find out when we return." *Commercial Break* | | |
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| As the cameras return we see Shadow and Ciara Cage waiting outside the Gorilla position in the back. Ciara, "God I hope he's okay..." Shadow, "He will be, Tee Oh Gee's strong with the heart of a warrior. I can't wait to get my hands on Javen." Ciara, "You and Me both. I'm gonna tear Plague apart!" The curtain suddenly moves and we see That One Guy who's using referee Frank Mason and a member of security as human crutches. Ciara rushes over and hugs him, "Are you alright?!" TOG, "I asked you not to come out there." Ciara lets go and steps back, "But the match was over and they were..." TOG, "You could have gotten your career Ended Ciara... Or Worse." Shadow, "Lighten up man, she was just trying to..." TOG, "SHUT UP!" Shadow's taken back in surprise as TOG's never spoken to him like this. TOG pushes the security guard off him and Mason, standing on his own power although wincing in pain. TOG, "I Don't think you guys get it, okay... This isn't just a bunch of hooligans or thugs, their the Caines. You think they give a crap of any of us ever breath again, let alone wrestle again?! HUH?! DO YA?! Because they don't! I earned myself into this situation when I screwed up last week and hit Kim by mistake. This is *MY* Cross to bare. Shadow, your deal with Javen is your deal with Javen. Whatever. Do what you want. But Ciara... You going out there while the whole Clan is out there isn't gonna accomplish crap all but getting yourself demolished." Ciara, "I did it for you." TOG, "I know you did, but how do you think that makes me feel? How do you think I feel knowing you could end up CRIPPLED because you're trying to help me out? Your heart's in the right place, but the next time I ask you not to get involved, please, don't get involved." TOG doesn't wait for a response from here or Shadow, he simple hobbles off down the hallway as we fade to the ring. Fecca, "Some strong words from That One Guy... A Very touchy situation is that of the Caines, That One Guy, Ciara Cage, and Shadow at the moment." Sabrina: "The following match is set for one fall the only way to win is by pinning or forcing your opponent to tap out. Making his way to the ring weighing in at two hundred and forty six pounds and hailing from Miami Florida, he is The Gambler�?Xavier Homicide!" [ 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. 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 timekeeper. He then takes off his shirt and throws it to the fans as he warms up for the match awaiting the arrival of Izzy. Sabrina: "And his opponent weighing in at one hundred and thirty four pounds and hailing from Los Angeles California she is the reigning Jingle Belle championess�?IZZY!" [ When all of a sudden the lights go out in the arena, and "Head for the Barricade" by Limp Bizkit starts to blare on the P.A. system. The crowd turns their attention to the ramp, as Isabell Winters steps out from behind the black curtains. She is met to a loud chorus of boos. . Isabell raises her arms in a taunting fashion at the top of the ramp, and gives a cocky grin. After this she begins to elegantly walk down the aisle to the ring with a look of confidence on her face. As she gets farther down the ramp, a few fans reach out their hands to get slapped, in which she goes out of her way to ignore them. She walks up the steal steps, before stepping through the bottom rope into the ring. She goes to the center of the ring and poses for a bit. Finally she goes to a corner, and stretches delicately, as her music fades to silence. As soon as the bell rings it seems all hell has broken loose between them. Xavier who is still slightly pissed about his win last week charges at Izzy who just moves between the ropes so Xavier can’t touch her. The ref warns him to get back and finally he relents and turns walking back a little to give Izzy room, but that seems to be the wrong thing to do when Izzy is suddenly on his back a sleeper hold applied. Xavier stumbles a little trying to get Izzy off but damn she has a tight grip and keeps on holding on. Xavier goes down to one knee, but still tries fighting it, he grabs her trying to toss her over his head but Izzy locks her feet around him tighter. He drops to the second knee Izzy just grins knowing that soon enough he will be out of it and hopefully she can get the win. However, Xavier surprises her by pinching her ass hard enough for her grip to loosen and wooo Izzy flies across the ring a look of shock and horror on her face as the crowd laughs at the display thus far. Izzy gets back to her feet staring at Xavier as if to say how dare you do that to me but ducks as he comes off with a clothesline, turning she kicks him in the knee taking him down and once again locks in a sleeper but not for long she once again goes flying. Fecca: "Izzy is trying her best to keep Xavier down" Styles: "But the sleeper holds aren’t working. Xavier is tossing her around like a rag doll" Fecca: "She’s half his size what do you expect?!" Styles: "That Izzy can stand on her own two feet against him." [ Both are now back to their feet and Izzy charges at Xavier trying to go for a clothesline but instead he grabs her and uses her momentum to hip toss her. However Izzy sweeps his feet out from under him and launches an attack of her own, quickly coming off the ropes with a modified baseball slide. Jumping back to her feet Izzy looks proud of herself and waits, as Xavier gets to his feet Izzy jumps and works a running bulldog slamming him face first into the canvas, she quickly rolls him over and pins him. One�?Two.. IZZY GOES FLYING! Fecca: "My god Izzy could be hurt!" [ Styles can’t control his laughter Styles: "Air IZZY! Xavier kicked out with a vengeance there!" Fecca: "That’s not funny!" Styles: "Ohh yes it was" [ Xavier’s attention is diverted when SinDee stalks out onto the stage motioning for her title. Before anything can happen, a few ‘friends�?of his come over the guard rail keeping SinDee at bay, although all she does is pull out a chair and sits down taking a look at the action in the ring close up. With him distracted Izzy takes the chance to roll him up using the ropes as leverage One.. Tw�? [ The ref breaks the count screaming at Izzy to drop the hold on the ropes, she looks at him as if he has a second head trying to explain what she was doing holding them however she lets out a soft scream as Xavier rolls her up. One.. Two…KICKOUT! [ Xavier shakes his head and reaches down grabbing Izzy he all but slams her straight back down, the frustration of last week getting the better of him. He waits till she is to her feet and hits her with a combo of left and rights before kicking her in the midsection and hoisting her up dropping her face first into the turnbuckle. Fecca: "He’s going to hurt her!" Styles: "She’s stepped into the ring with him she deals with it" Fecca: "You heartless�? Styles: "Son of a biatch, I know" [ Xavier has her pinned again but before the ref can count Izzy has kicked out. SinDee however is making her way down to the ring, but before she can get too far Melody comes bolting from backstage taking her out. The divas turn fighting up the ramp. Xavier turns and walks right into a missile drop kick from Izzy that sends him staggering, grabbing his arm Izzy forces all her might into slinging him into the ropes, as he comes off she manages to use him to snap suplex him over and down, quickly turning Izzy starts laying punches into him not seeing Melody walk back out to cheer him on. She stands in the corner slamming her palms into the canvas the crowd getting behind him cheering his name. [ Xavier fights back and pushes Izzy off him, getting to his feet he soon makes short work of her and soon Izzy finds herself on the receiving end of The Jackpot. One�?Two�?Three! Sabrina: "Here is your winner Xavier Homicide!" [ After Xavier’s match he and Melody are making their way to the back stage area when SinDee pounces on them she quickly tosses Melody aside, Travis holding her back allowing Shauna to get a kick to the stomach in. SinDee however is taking it to Xavier. The pair battle back and forth through the backstage equipment area, you can see workers and superstars jumping out of their way no one wanting to get mixed up in this battle. Xavier grabs SinDee and all but throws her into a locker room he tries to get away but Travis knocks him to the ground, only for him to get attacked by Melody with a low blow. He rolls off holding his area as Mel helps Xavier to his feet, the pair can’t see Shauna until its too late and a gust of white foam hits their faces. Melody cries out and tries shielding her eyes but it’s too late fire extinguisher foam hits her and Xavier. SinDee grabs it from Shauna and clocks Xavier over the head with it. With him down she quickly covers. One�?Two�?Thr�?SHOULDER UP! [ Shauna however is hesitant to help SinDee keep him down, she instead cheers softly when Xavier gets his shoulder up but its not for long, SinDee slams her knee into his nether regions the color draining from his face as she pushes him down once again for another pin. One�?Two.. Three! Sabrina: "Your new PWT Backyard champion�?SinDee!" [ Shauna grabs the title as Travis grabs SinDee the trio making off before Melody and Xavier can catch them. And with that Shockwave fades to... | | |
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| The cameras return from commercial to the ring. The opening to "Vampire Heart" by HIM begins to play. On the Titantron, a frame of Nosferatu giving a Jeff Hardy-esque pose appears with The Caine Clan symbol next to his name. Then his opening movie begins. He appears on stage as soon as the opening to the song ends and begins his walk down the ramp. Sabrina: The following match is scheduled for one fall and will be held under no disqualification rules! First, making his way to the ring, from London, England, weighing in a 210 lbs, Nooooosferatu! He walks not too slow and not too fast. He knows that he aggrivates the fans so he points at them and smiles to mock them. Then he slides in under the bottom rope. You can't escape the wrath of my heart Beating to your funeral song (You're so alone) All faith is lost for hell regained And love dust in the hands of shame (Just be brave) Nosferatu circles the ring while posing. As the bridge of the song begins, Nosferatu steps onto the middle rope and points out into the audience at people booing him. Let me bleed you this song of my heart deformed And lead you along this path in the dark Where I belong 'till I feel your warmth. Nosferatu then jumps up onto the middle turnbuckle and makes more signs at the crowd as the chorus begins. Hold me Like you held on to life When all fears came alive and entombed me Love me Like you love the sun Scorching the blood in my vampire heart As the chorus ends, Nosferatu jumps down from the turnbuckle and removes the sheathe of his sword from his belt and throws it outside. His music cuts as he waits for the match to begin. Then, "Everybody’s Fool" by Evanescence begins to play. The crowd goes wild as they hear the opening guitar solo. The familiar blue smoke floats across the floor and Shadow appears at the top of the ramp. Sabrina: And the opponent, from Washington, D.C., weighing in at 200 lbs, PWT’s Blue-Haired Hero, Shaaaaaaaadow! Shadow begins his walk down the ramp. He has a steel chair in one hand and a kendo stick in the other. Fecca: Shadow very intelligently bringing weapons to the ring with him. He knows that his opponent wants to ruin him and this match allows him to do just that. Styles: I don’t think even those will help him against Nosferatu. The man is on a mission Fecca. Shadow leaves the weapons on the outside and removes the chains from his pants. He drops them on the floor next to the weapons. Then he leaps up to the apron and flips over the ropes. His music fades and the opening bell rings. The two men lock up. Nosferatu takes Shadow over with a headlock takedown. Shadow pushes his arm off and pops to his feet. Nosferatu dropkicks Shadow to the mat. Nosferatu then picks Shadow up and tries an irish whip. Shadow reverses it and whips Nosferatu instead. Shadow tries a kick to the mid section as Nosferatu comes back, but Nosferatu catches his foot. Shadow reverse Nosferatu’s counter with an enziguri. Shadow goes for the quick cover. One…Two…Kickout Shadow picks Nosferatu up but Nosferatu catches Shadow with a low blow as he is rising. Fecca: More dirty tactics from Nosferatu. Will the cheating ever stop? Styles: In this match there’s no such thing Fecca. Shadow remains bent forward and Nosferatu gets up and hooks his head. He lifts Shadow up, looking for The Graverobber, but Shadow front flips out of it. Before Shadow can capitalize, Nosferatu turns and lands a chop to Shadow’s chest. Following the chop, Nosferatu tries to clothesline Shadow out of the ring but Shadow ducks and Nosferatu almost goes out himself. He manages to stay in but Shadow grabs his head, looking for The Fatality. Nosferatu quickly breaks free and slides out of the ring under the ropes. Fecca: Nosferatu wants a breather. It looks like his strategy isn’t working. Nosferatu picks up the chair that Shadow brought with him. He slides into the ring and tries to hit Shadow in the head. Shadow rolls under the swing and dropkicks Nosferatu in the back. Nosferatu staggers forward but stays on his feet as Shadow slides out of the ring. He reaches under the ring and pulls out a chair of his own. Shadow slides back into the ring and the two men glare at one another. Nosferatu swings at Shadow but Shadow ducks the swing and causes Nosferatu to hit the top rope. Shadow gets up and holds the chair up to Nosferatu’s back. Then he jumps and releases the chair as he dropkicks it into Nosferatu’s back. This causes Nosferatu to tumble to the floor in pain. Fecca: Looks like two can play this game. Styles: It’s not over yet, hey look! Kimberly Pain comes running down the ramp and picks up the kendo stick that Shadow brought with him. She slides into the ring as Shadow’s back is turned. When Shadow turns around he gets hit over the head with that kendo stick. She then drops the stick and starts to stomp a mudhole in Shadow. The crowd then goes berserk as Nina comes running out of the crowd. Fecca: Nina is coming to help Shadow! Business is about to pick up! Styles: No! She isn’t supposed to be out here! Do something ref! Nina slides into the ring and whips Kimberly Pain around by the shoulder. Kim is taken by surprise so there is no way to defend herself. Nina drops her with The Fatal Attraction. Kim rolls out of the ring after being dropped. Nina picks up the kendo stick and looks around to make sure that she doesn’t get back in. Nosferatu is up now though. He gets back into the ring and crouches down, waiting for Nina to turn his way. When she does, she is taken down hard by Nosferatu’s Angel’s Descent. Nina also rolls out of the ring. Fecca: That was disgusting! How could he do that to her? Styles: Pretty easily from what I could tell. Nosferatu then goes for the pin on Shadow. One…Two…Thre…kickout at the very last second! Nosferatu is beside himself. Nosferatu picks Shadow up and whips him into the corner. Nosferatu then springboards off of the middle rope and dropkicks Shadow, causing him to come off of his feet then slouch down in the corner. While Shadow sits there, Nosferatu runs and front dropkicks him in the jaw. Shadow falls forward and Nosferatu goes for another cover. One…Two…Thre…kickout! Nosferatu slaps the mat in frustration. He picks Shadow up and whips him into the far corner. While Shadow is being assaulted, Kim Pain is up. She walks over to where Shadow’s chains are. Back in the ring, Nosferatu charges Shadow, going for a spear into the ring post. Shadow moves and Nosferatu’s shoulder makes hard contact with the ring post. Nosferatu stands and backs right up into Shadow’s Fatality. Fecca: This could be all of it! The crowd counts with the ref. One�?/P> Two�?/P> Three�?/P> Just the crowd counts that as Kim Pain reaches in and pulls Shadow out. Then she decks him in the forehead with that chain wrapped around her fist. Fecaa: No! Shadow had the match won dammit! Styles: As Nosferatu has been saying all week, strength in numbers Fecca. Shadow is now knocked out. Kim Pain throws Shadow back into the ring. Nosferatu comes over and covers him. One�?/P> Fecca: No�?/P> Two�?/P> Fecca: No! Three! Styles: Yes! Nosferatu has done it! Fecca: No he didn’t! Kimberly Pain did it for him! "Vampire Heart" by HIM plays throughtout the arena. Sabrina: Here is your winner, Nooooosferatu! Nosferatu’s shoulder is still messed up as he is favoring it. He rolls out of the ring and begins to walk back up the ramp with Kim to a chorus of boos. Nina is just now awakening from her nap as she rolls in the ring to check on Shadow, who is still unconscious. The camera fades on that | | |
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| We come back from that final commercial of the evening with the ring crew still cleaning up the ring after the violent No DQ match we just witnessed between two old friends turned bitter enemies. The sold out crowd in Knoxville is still on its feet wanting for that next huge match to begin and thanking their lucky stars they got to catch PWT's flagship show Shockwave live. Bob Fecca's voice cuts in over the image of the ring as the clean up is nearly finished. BF" What another great show we have brought to you this week,but we bring great shows every week. PWT has been the place to be if you want to compete where the stars stay. Tonight we are one step closer to what is shaping up to be a monumental pay per view Criminal Intent..Live from Assembly Hall in Champaign, Illinois. The show is already sold out folks so if you want to catch that event I suggest you check with your local pay per view provider now and see if they will be carrying PWT's Criminal Intent and if they aren't you better demand they do so because you don't want to miss that show" ES" Or you could stop stealing cable from them and get yourself a satellite. " BF" Its time Eddie for the main event and what a main event it will be. NovaCaine returns to action after that brutal match with Christian Micheals back at Immortal Glory to face Georgia James." ES" The way I see this match is its two opposite ends of the spectrum. Nova's stock in this company continues to rise as more and more people are following his lead just like Nosferatu and on the other end you got Georgia James who doesn't seem to be able to buy a victory these days. Nova is once again going to show why he is the next Heavyweight Champion of PWT and more importantly why everyone should be following his lead" BF" I bet you practiced that speech all day huh? Georgia James is a great competitor and if Nova comes out here and underestimates that talent she is going to put him out for the count. Lets go up to Sabrina for the opening intros" The lights flicker momentairly before completely fading out as the soft dulcit tones of Devil's Rejects begins. The boos join in with the song like the fans are the back up singers. BF" Its very rarely in this sport you see a man hated as much as Nova has become. To borrow your little spectrum line if Hulkamania had fans on their feet cheering until they were hoarse, this man makes people boo until they lose their voices" ES"Good then they will all shut the hell up and respect the Leader of men" BF" You need to come back towards the light Eddie" The spotlight circles the crowd looking for the illusive NovaCaine,but this time he suprises the spotlight guy by walking out through the curtain at the top of the stage his ever present smirk beaming. Sabrina" Ladies and Gentlemen this next match is scheduled for one fall with a forty five minute time limit, coming to the ring first hailing from Ward Seven at Sulphur Springs Sanitarium this is the Cancer of wrestling....NOVACAINNNNNNNNNEE!!" The boos only get louder with his name being spoken which turns that smirk into a full blown smile. Nova slowly walks down to the ring showing a slight limp leaning towards the leg that is now wearing a thick brace thanks to Cm. BF" Nova still looks a little worse for wear ,this match could prove to be a mistake for him" ES" Pfft..Nova would fight if he had to gnaw his damn leg off. You can't keep a good man down" BF" That must be some strong kool-aide. " Nova doesn't do his normal entrance of leaping up onto the ring apron from the standing position and then springboarding in over the top rope.He instead opts to slide in under the bottom rope and pop up to his feet looking at Sabrina with that lecherous eye...Giving her a little wink and blowing her a kiss. BF" What a pervert"
ES" Yeah..Someone needs to tell Sabrina to stop drooling over Nova and I. Its getting a little annoying" BF" You are so full of ....." ES" Talent...yeah I know" Do you think about me now and then?
Do you think about me now and then?
Cause I'm coming home again
I'm in home again
Do you think about me now and then?
Do you think about me now and then?
Oh, now I'm coming home again
Maybe we can start again
Chris Martin sings the chorus of "Homecoming" as the crowd pops for crazy as images of The Glorified Goddess flash on the big screen as the golden pyro shoots up from the stage as through the sparks the steps out the goddess herself Georgia James with her arms extended out in the crucifix with a cocky smirk across her face standing in the midst of the golden sparks. She slowly struts down the aisle and throws up the A hand gesture forever repping Atlanta as her manager and confidont Paul Heyman follows her from behind.
Sabrina: Hailin' from The A your Glorified Goddess, The Fabulous Georgia JAAAAAAAMES!
Georgia stops at the base of the ramp and puts her hand over her eyes looking out over the many adoring fans as they cheer her on and she cracks a cocky smile as she takes a bow when a flash of body hits the stage flying through the sparks towards ringside. BF" Lookout!!" Before Gee or Heyman knows what is happening Izzy Winters sprints from the back and tackles Gee to the floor laying in a flurry of fists as she tries to tug Gee's hair out by the root. Heyman tries to get Izzy off and gets a backhand from Izzy that would have Ike Turner feeling jealous, ya know if he wasn't dead. Referee Jim Richards jumps out of the ring trying to break this fight up as Gee rolls to the top mount on Izzy and starts laying in her own share of punches with Izzy rolling her again. ES" CATFIGHTTTTTTTT!!!" BF" Damn Winters" ES" I know I hate the cold,but isn't Izzy as hot a three alarm fire" BF" You know what I meant damnit" ES" Shhhh they might be tops getting ripped." Inside the ring Nova leaps up onto the ropes looking down on the fight with a fascination that starts him laughing. 
Several more refs come racing down helping Richards break up this fight that has hatred boiling over into more violence. Izzy and Gee get pulled apart by the refs who are trying to get Gee towards the ring and Izzy up the ramp. Izzy breaks free of the refs running back at Gee who ducks her shoulder and backdrops Izzy up and over into the first row of crowd where some lucky bastard just got to have the Goddess-elect in his lap..The chant rises up from the crowd.. Holy Shit...Holy shit. Gee looks at Izzy laying in the crowd and smirks racing in under the bottom rope catching Nova by suprise as he was still standing on the middle rope watching the fun. Nova jumps down looking for the double axe but Gee drops to one knee making Nova actually give himself a reverse atomic drop...Richards comes into the ring calling for the bell as Sabrina scurries for safety and Gee goes on the attack sending several lefts and rights onto Nova's face backing him up into the ropes. BF" Theee real goddess around here is showing just why she has earned that moniker right now" ES" Maybe I better go check on Izzy" BF" Seifer would kill you...No instead he would make you immortal so he could keep killing you over and over if you go near his woman" Gee irish whips Nova across the ring but the cancerous one reverses it mid ring and sends her into the ropes looking for the clothesline on the rebound. Gee ducks the clothesline hitting the far ropes Nova turns and Gee leaps catching him with a cross body and going for the quick pin. ONE... Nova kicks out quickly coming back to his feet just as Gee does, she looks for the dream sequence kick with Nova coming to his feet ,but misses when Nova slides to one side hooking her foot and sweeping the other pivot leg, taking her down to her back and popping to his feet dropping a succession of rapid fire elbows to the Glorified Rack. ES" That leg sure don't seem to be bothering him now huh?" BF" Shaddup" ES" Hater" Nova looks for the quick pin aswell after delivering at least six quick elbows. One..Tw... Gee kicks out with authority bringing a chorus of cheers from the crowd...Nova pulls Gee up to her feet by her golden locks and scoops her up looking for a powerslam. Gee wiggles right off his shoulder though firing a forearm to his back she hits the ropes as Nova leans forward grabbing his kidney region. Now one can guess Gee might have been looking for a bulldog or maybe even a face buster type of move,but she didn't get that chance as Izzy had gotten back out of the crowd after beating up some rednecks for touching her pristine body and hooked Gee's leg causing the Thee Goddess to stumble and she probably would have fallen had it not been for her great sense of balance. Gee turns looking down a Izzy and the Goddess x two start to jawing at each other. BF" Damn that Izzy..Hasn't she done enough to Georgia? She takes her man, she takes her title and she even steals her moniker ,but she still don't seem satisfied" ES" Georgia shouldn't have been sticking her nose into the business of the Royal Couple last week...The Izz will smite you for interloping into her kingdom" BF" Drinking her kool-aide aswell?" ES" Nope..Just her bath water" Gee is so pre-occupied with Izzy that she forgot about Nova,which is a very bad thing to do with the likes of Nova. Who is of course famous for being that snake in the grass just waiting to strike when you least expect it. Nova whips Gee around suprising the Goddess and takes her up onto his shoulders. BF"Nooooo" ES" Yesssss" Nova drills Gee into the mat with his patented C.O.D. finisher and keeps her legs hooked tight for the pinfall. You can hear the wind just escape the crowd in one collective gasp as Richards spins from lecturing Izzy to get away from the ring and goes in for the count. One...Two....Three....Nova wins. ES" Yes...Score another one for the Leader of Men" BF" With a big ole assist to Isabelle Winters...Damn her" Nova sleeks up this feet laughing as Sabrina's voice cuts in over the boos. "Here is your winner...Novacaineeeeeeeee!!" Izzy seems satisfied that she has caused Gee more trouble and strolls up the rampway laughing while in the ring Gee rolls to her stomach looking after Izzy with fire in her eyes. BF" Look at that stare..This fight is far from over and I think Izzy might have just woke up a sleeping Goddess" ES" How can she wake herself?" BF" We are out of time,we will see you next week folks..Stay tuned to our syndicated show and PWT.com for all of the latest on this fued and so much more...For the King of Fashion Eddie Styles..I'm Bob Fecca and we will see you at ringside" The show closes with Nova exiting the ring and heading into the crowd and Gee slowly getting to her feet shaking off the fuzzy feeling of getting dropped suddenly on her head and looking at the ramp with a new found level of revenge brewing in her heart. Fadee | | |
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